hi guys happy new year Do u remember sawmaw on tumblr. me neither. anyway.
so u know jade leech right. now we've already established he's a lil on the wonky side so let's go more into some somno + intox stuff ok? because i promised my friend i would Months ago and just never did until now because i'm uber useless ok?
so the whole thing is totally his idea. obviously. he did all the research for you: what drug to use, the exact dosage to use, how to mix it into foods, the whole shebang. what's left for you to decide is exactly when and how you wanna do it, and what exactly you wanna do.
so, it was a pleasant surprise when he sipped his tea, another sip, and another, not yet noticing his growing drowsiness. hot herbal tea typically causes sleepiness, so it's nothing out of the ordinary. another few sips, and he realizes the odd mix of his head feeling light yet his body feeling so, so heavy.
now, when did you manage to sneak the drug into his tea? he couldn't recall any notable amounts of time he spent looking away from his cup, but then again he wasn't paying much attention. he never previously had to.
you were patient in waiting for him to finally slump over, cup left a quarter full to do nothing but get cold.
you watch him sleep for a minute or two. seeing someone of his stature so easily knocked out was satisfying, at the least. the rise and fall of his chest, his usual upright posture curled, his lips parted ever so slightly.
where are you meant to begin?
firstly, you push at his shoulder until he's turned and lying on his back. second, you hastily pop open the buttons of his shirt and all but yank it open. lastly…?
now what?
he'd said you have free reign over what's done to him while he's out, yet somehow any ideas you had before were completely stripped from your mind the moment the opportunity came. tentatively, you climb to straddle his lap.
what if he wakes up? no, the dosage should give you a bit of time… but what if?
your mind races with anxieties as your fingers trace down the front of his torso. you don't know what you're even worried about, he was the one that wanted it.
so, you bite your nerves and let yourself grind down on his clothed dick. slow, just because of the lingering worry at the back of your mind.
the slowness doesn't last too long. soon enough, you're rutting against a now-hardened cock, watching the beads of precum leak through the fabric.
he occasionally twitches and hums in his sleep, yet no signs of awaking anytime soon.
you get bolder and bolder as time goes. he always said he likes marks, how there's no point in being rough if you couldn't feel it afterwards. so, you make sure he does: you dig your nails in, you scratch, you bite, you slap, and you admire the red wilting blooming on his skin.
when you've finished testing your own patience, you yank his pants down just enough for his dick to spring out before all but slamming yourself down onto it without a second thought. you ride at your own pace, every movement grinding your clit against his pelvis.
you don't know why, especially if it didn't serve much of a purpose when he's already unconscious, but you found yourself wrapping your hands around his throat. you squeezed the sides, cutting off his mindless whining and panting.
you keep fucking until you cum, wringing out an orgasm from him in the process.
but he's still out cold and you still have quite a bit of time and energy left. you may as well keep using him until he wakes.
but idk. idk what sex is. just think on it for a lil bit ok? sorry im rusty and i was gone for like half a year happy new year ok? i’ll try and do some reqs soon ok?
Saw I just wanted to say that I reread your stuff fairly often- I'm in desperate need of more sub tweels in my life. I keep imagining what a part 2 to the break in story would be and there's so many ways it could go. Did you ever think about what would happen next after Floyd is caught?
THANK YOUUU IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY STUFF!!
ouuu part 2 for the break-in has been on the to-do list for like 2 years i am the worst procrastinator known to man it’s horrible. one of the main things i get stuck on is whether i wanna go for an edging/denial or an overstimulation approach. i mean, the reader’s gonna be mean either way but it’s hard to decide which direction.
another thing is if i want floyd to be resistant or completely all for whatever happens. like do i want the reader to be fucked up or do i want him to be fucked up…….much to think about……..maybe i’ll flip a coin or do a poll to pick these or something.
the edging + resistant approach miiiight possibly be the meanest pick. maybe you use the shirt to tie his hands, maybe you make fun of him the whole time, maybe you use one of your vibrators on him. i’ve seen a few of my friends talk about panty gags a couple times so maybe you can do something like that. but anyway. edging is particularly rude because he was already forced to edge himself once (when you caught him at the end), so doing that over and over again would be the quickest way to get tears. i imagine the first few times he begs not to make him cum, which eventually turns into sobbing about how much it hurts, it’s so sensitive, just let him cum and be done with it because he’s really sorry, he swears!!
now overstimulation + resistant could begin relatively similar (bindings, gag, possibly a toy if you’re getting down to a beat that funky). if i do this one, i want the reader to be a more bratty dom ykwim. i usually write the reader to be kind of blunt and irritated, but i Do think brat doms are fun. you taunt him the entire time, snicker at his writhing and squirming, “if you don’t want it, why’re you so hard?”. maybe you put a piece of clothing over his face before stripping just so he can’t see you, wrists tied behind his back so he can’t touch you, mouth gagged so he can’t beg for you to cut it out. you can make him cum with your hand, a toy, by riding him (even all three!), and then you do it again and again and again. Every time he cries, you answer with, “??what, i thought you wanted/liked to cum?”
edging + unresistant would be interesting i think. maybe upon catching him, you tell him to just keep going and he happily obliges. you make him look you in the eyes and tell you exactly what he was thinking about, everything he was fantasizing about you. each time his cock starts twitching and his eyes flutter, you tell him to take his hand off. breaking into your dorm and messing with your things deserves no reward. maybe you refuse to touch him and call him every name in the book while he pumps himself for you, he’ll whine and complain but his stupid grin never falters regardless of the insults.
overstimulation + unresistant might be something kind of like my older fics. the moment you touch him you get, “i knew you liked me, shrimpy!” and then he’s on you in an instant. something i thought of a while ago was that maybe after making him cum a few times and you’re both exhausted, you still tell him to get up keep fucking you. his legs are wobbly and his thrusts are uncoordinated, but he keeps going despite the overexertion. maybe this will have some overstimulation for you as well, i dunno. i’m getting mind controlled.
bohemian yapsody over here sorry.Sorry. anyway maybe i will dwell on these a lil more because there really Are so many ways part 2 could go. also sorry i haven’t posted in a month i was in the shower
hi sorry. sorry. my friend and i were talking about tweels + somno. if that’s okay with you.
possibly jade likes getting woken up by you sitting on his face if that’s okay. or even getting smothered by a pillow while you grind on his dick and he only wakes up when he’s at the point of genuine suffocation. maybe he forces the pillow up just to take a breath before having you press it down on his face again. or maybe he lets you keep suffocating him until he passes out again. i think he likes never knowing what you’re gonna do with him. i think he gets a little weird with it and is into getting drugged and ridden. maybe you’ll tie his wrists too. when he awakes, bleary and brain-fogged, i think he likes making you feel guilty about it. his speech is so slurred you can hardly understand what he’s saying, but he’s squirming (or trying to) and whining and pathetically sad sometimes, yet somehow there’s no genuine tears. unless you force some out perchance? sorry i’ve been turning evil.
while jade likes when the pleasure is focused on you, floyd likes when the pleasure is forced on him. maybe he wakes up to you sucking his dick, or grinding on him—on his thigh, or his bicep, or his abdomen, or his cock, whatever you choose—and complains that he’s not in the mood (which is a lie). when you don’t stop, he repeats himself. when you still don’t stop, pouts and whines at you. when you even still don’t stop, he tries to nudge you away (but he won’t push you off?). and you don’t stop, even when he begs and writhes and feebly tries to pull himself farther up the bed and away, you just will not stop riding his cock. he cums and you keep going, he cums again and you keep going, again and you keep going. he’ll tremble and cry under you, but never uses enough strength to push you off. his nerves feel like they’re on fire and his head starts feeling light and heavy, and eventually he’s passed out again.
but what do i know. i have to figure out how to write idia shroud. whatever
Saw!! I was watching a video of a diver and an eel that she made friends with, and it was so cute! The eel was so cuddly like puppy with her! It made me start thinking, do you think Floyd would act like that sometimes? He just wants pets!
Ignore this next part if you’re not into it, but what if he was a puppyboy?! He would look so cute with puppy ears and a tail! He already loves being called a good boy normally, and he would love it even more as a puppyboy! And gets super needy during ruts!
DUUUDE that’s crazy my friend and i were Just talking about dog/catboy tweels a few nights ago
absolutely he would be suuuper needy and very unashamed about it. whenever you’re sitting in your seat, it doesn’t matter where, he’ll be sitting on the ground by your feet. he’ll probably grab your hand and put it on his head/nose at your hand so you’d pet him. he’s glued to you at the hip almost all the time.
he’s probably really protective of you, too. anytime he feels the slightest hunch someone might be malicious, his hair on the back of his head and the fur of his ears puff up (is it his version of raised hackles? you never really knew) and he herds either you or the other person away. it doesn’t matter how interesting your conversation with them is, they’re gone the moment he feels something off.
i think he totally has a humping problem. your clothes, your pillows, your plushies, your leg, nothing is safe. if it smells like you, he’s probably humped it (or tried to, you’ve caught him a few times before he could). and that’s just his behavior normally.
during ruts, he’s even worse. most of his attention, usually scattered between both you and your belongings, are zeroed in solely on you. you can’t even count the amount of times during his ruts where he’d knock you over, pin you down and mindlessly hump and grind, panting and whimpering something like “breed, breed, breed…” the entire time you’re trying to worm your way out from under him.
he can’t help it! his owner smells so good, and they take such good care of him, and they always feel so good, how is he supposed to think of breeding anybody else?
but anyway. yeah i guess puppyboy floyd is cool i gueeeess
dude i am soooo slow when it comes to my own kinks. i only Just Now realized, after noticing how a majority of my published fics include some sort of mention about the possibility of being overheard, that i probably have some sort of mild exhibitionism kink. like what a fucking idiot that was probably so obvious to everyone else what’s wrong with me. anyway how do we feel about this jade leech specimen
🫀 sub floyd, dry humping, exhibitionism(? idk), does this count as body worship?? i never know what im doing ok
🫀 note: yeah another stitch event one shut up shut upppppp dont look at me ok. the event rerun had me thinking “wait….. the clothes not being able to come off….. it’s……… actually fire…?” so i wrote this in an hour at four in the morning and you can tell. promise i’ll write something else soon. probably. shut up!!!!!!
Soft panting and beads clanking together filled the air in the bungalow, the room pitch black save for the yellow glow from Floyd’s eye as he desperately rut against your ass through your shorts.
His arm was wrapped around your neck to pin you back to his chest, his mindless pace never slowing despite the pain in his knees from the wooden floors.
“I want it off, I want ’em off…” he murmured, his free hand uselessly trying again to pull your shorts down to no avail—this stupid island made it impossible to take the shorts off. It wasn’t fair; everyone else was able to take off their shirts at most, but it wouldn’t even let yours budge. It wasn’t fair! How could it put you in that outfit, your tits practically spilling out from your top, your shorts just a bit too cheeky, thighs bare for him to look at all day and then not let him take any of it off?
He whined, pulling back to watch his cock straining in his shorts as he humped you.
“Shush.” you whispered, looking back at him over your shoulder. “If anyone wakes up, I’ll kill you.”
You’re only letting him do this in a room full of sleeping people because he was so annoying about it the past three days. He’d ask, he’d beg, he’d grope you any chance he’d get, he’d pull you aside and try to eat you out through your shorts, he’d have you sit on his face, he’d had an almost constant hard-on the entire time you’ve been on the island, constantly tugging at his waistband just to see if maybe this time it’ll work… You almost felt sorry for him.
“I’m tryna, Shrimpy…” His grip on your hips tightened and his pace grew rougher, precum leaking through the fabric. “I want inside…”
He always wanted inside. Always wanted to feel you wrapped around his cock, to feel your walls twitch and squeeze, to remind him how perfectly he fit, like he was made for you and only you.
But he couldn’t, and it was frustrating as much as it was achingly painful.
His touch wandered up your hips, over your sides, up your midriff so he could squeeze and knead at your plush tits through your top. Everything about them was perfect to him. They’re so soft, so comfortable, so pretty, he loved the beautiful imperfections, he loved when you’d reward him with a titjob when he’s been particularly good, he loved suckling on them while you’d slowly grind on his dick.
Floyd let out a shaky moan, letting his body drape over your arched back. “Shrimpy’s so pretty…” he mumbled. “Pretty face, pretty tits, pretty ass, pretty thighs…”
He shifted on his knees and brought a hand down between your thighs, fingers rubbing your cunt in time with his thrusts. He was pleasantly surprised with the soft gasp it elicited from you, the seam in your shorts hit against your clit just right.
He immediately perked up.
“Ahah, I gotcha makin’ a noise?” he drawled. He leaned back, gripping your waist with the other hand so he could pound himself against your flesh, soft plaps of skin-on-skin (and fabric-on-fabric) audible.
You bit at your lip to keep your noises at bay, head resting in your arms on the floor. “Floyd, sh-shut up and keep going.” you hissed, hips subconsciously bouncing back with his movements.
He panted heavily, precum freely leaking out through his clothes and onto yours. His middle finger repeatedly pressed the seam into your clit, pace picking up. “I’m doing g-good, right? I’m being a good boy, Shrimpy?”
You only nodded in response, thighs clamping together around his hand as you felt the coil in your core tighten. Your breath was heavy, yet nowhere near as loud as his—you still had some mindfulness for everyone around them.
He never would, though.
“I really like you…” he giggled, eyes fluttering the closer he got. “Sh-Shrimpy—“
“Now isn’t the t-time to run your mouth.”
“Can’t, I can’t, you feel so good—“ He gasped, his pace growing sloppy and uncoordinated, his finger pressing harder. “I c-can’t help it, I can’t help—Gonna cum—“
The hand on your waist absentmindedly moved up to press on your back, pinning your upper body to the floor. “Are you—Are you gonna cum with me, Shrimpy?” he whined, his cock staining and pulsing beneath the fabric.
“Be q-quiet—“ You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the blood rushing throughout your body with each press of his finger on your clit.
“Please—Please cum with me, Shrimpy, I’ve b-been trying so hard to be good, I need it, please—“ His babbling was cut short with a gasp, his hips giving a few harsh pounds against you as he came, white shooting from beneath the fabric and oozing into the back of your shorts.
Your own orgasm crashed over you at the same time, body tensing fully and eyes rolling up with your teeth biting down hard on your lip to keep yourself silent.
Left panting, Floyd collapsed forward onto you. It really wasn’t enough, it wasn’t what he wanted, what he needed, but it would have to do for the moment. He nuzzled into the back of your neck, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of his cum-soaked fabric against his skin. “Shrimpy…”
“Shut it. You were way too loud.” you grumbled, too unbothered to squirm beneath his heavy body crushing you. You didn’t even want to think about how you were supposed to go about the stains on your clothes.
“We’re fiiine, nobody woke up.”
The moment those words left Floyd’s mouth, a subtle rustling was heard nearby in the room and Ace’s head popped up from the sea of half-a-dozen other people, his face red and tired and unamused. “Nope, somebody’s definitely up.”
A silence washed over the three, your and Floyd’s eyes wide. After a few beats, Floyd mumbled, “‘Night, Crabby.”
heyo! idk if requests are open so feel free to delete/save this for later
could i request some predator/prey and/or feral play with floyd ;)) bonus points if you include size kink + reader is smaller than him
Hi hi, i like the idea of short people being predators and hunting taller ones that sounds bad without a context. Thank you for requesting!
My prey
Character: Floyd Leech
Genre: Smut
Warnings: sub!Floyd, dom!gn!reader, predator/prey, size kink, fear play, biting (lots of biting), animalistic behavior, blood
a/n: a character is aged-up and depicted as 18+ y/o
Floyd felt adrenaline rush through his blood, a metallic taste in his mouth, as if he ran a marathon. Well, he did. Whenever he caught a glimpse of you in the NRC hallway or the Monstro Lounge, he fled to another place, knowing damn well you followed him.
He was the one who suggested to spice things up, not particularly in that way, but Floyd didn't complain, when you called him your prey and started chasing him. The eel always riled you up by squeezing you in a tight hug or leaving bite marks on your skin. So it was only fair to let him taste some of his own medicine.
Floyd hid behind a corner, waiting for you to come looking for him. You always do, it's as if you know where exactly he'll run to. Like you possessed telepathic ability, or maybe you just knew Floyd this good. Leech tried to steady his breath, when he heard familiar footsteps.
"Where is my little prey hiding? Come out, come out!" Your bittersweet tone sent shivers down Floyd's spine, sweat covered every inch of his body. You stopped and looked around, searching for the eel, who clearly went that way. "Hm? Not here? Then, i guess, I'll look somewhere else."
Floyd waited for a bit, then let out a sigh that broke the silence. He came out from that corner, but was met with your piercing eyes and sadistic smile. "There you are!" You grabbed Floyd by the collar of his shirt and brought his down to your height, "How cute of you to run away. But you know I'll always catch you, just like now."
Your teeth sank in his neck, going right through his skin, letting blood collect on your tongue. You never saw Floyd this ecstatic, it seemed like he loved the role of a prey hunted by a predator. You left another bite on his neck and moved down to his exposed collarbone.
"Doesn't it feel nice being the one to get hunted? You like to play games, but this time I'm the one setting the rules. And I hope you remember that, my prey!" Floyd held his breath, as your teeth pierced through the skin of his shoulder. He felt so small and vulnerable, despite being literally twice your size. He'd lie if he said that your animalistic behavior didn't scare him.
Floyd swore he heard a growl form in your chest, when you bit particularly hard. That was hot, he thought. And scary. You brought him back to reality by licking at the fresh wounds, ripping a painful whine from Floyd. And just as fast as you caught him, you let go of his shirt and went with your day, leaving a shivering eel behind.
Surely you'll be doing this more often, Floyd thought.
Oh, teasing!sub!Floyd x shy!dom!Reader would be so interesting! I imagine he’d try and find every way he can to fluster Shrimpy… Maybe he’ll leave enthusiastically submissive voice messages Shrimp’s busy or out in public. I like to think when they’re in the dorm lounge or somewhere with friends, the moment the two are left alone he immediately gets down on his knees because he knows it’ll make their face red!
YUUUP.
i was thinking, what if he found out you like to dom by pure chance/on accident? maybe he’d seen something on your phone, or he makes an offhanded joke about subbing for you and watches you get all red and quiet. “ohh, so that’s what makes ya tick, huh?”
after this little discovery, he just can’t seem to stop making jokes about it. it gets to a point where you wonder if he’s even entirely joking with the lengths he goes. he never hesitates to drop to his knees, nuzzle his cheek into your thighs with an “i’ve been a good boy, haven’t i? c’mon, lemme do it just this one time.” your eyes are wide and you can’t get yourself to respond—there’s no way he’s actually serious, is there? he’s grinning and giggling, of course it’s just a joke.
sometimes he’ll do it in public. you and a few friends come to visit the lounge for some food and drinks and not-so-fortunately for you, floyd happens to be your waiter this time. each time he sets your drink or your plate down on the table, they always come with a note: what he’d like you to do to him, things he’d like to try, how he’d like for you to tug him around by the scarf like a leash… you never knew what would be written, but you did know that he was somewhere in the lounge snickering as he watches you go silent, your face flush, and your hands fumble to hide the note before your friends notice.
but it’s all just jokes. for now, at least. just know that if you’re joking, then he’s joking, and if you’re serious, then so is he.
Omg mera, I have this thought stuck in my mind for a long time now… Imagine addict Floyd in rehab and the only way keeping him from being violent is either letting him suck on Darling’s boobs or give him weed. Well the latter is banned so them boobies are doomed by Floyb’s razor teeth…🥀
👁️ 👁️ Floyd who has sucked on and kneaded your tits so much that now they leak little trails of milk, and that only makes him even more determined to get more milk from you. Imagine one day he’s going through really bad withdrawals and he needs to get his hands on something to stop the itch, whether that’s by breaking something (or someone) or actual drugs. Seeing you just minding your business and the next thing you know you’re pinned to the floor and he’s tearing your uniform blouse open to get to your tits.
Desperately rutting between your legs as well…….. Floyd who is quick to latch his mouth on one of your nipples, finding relief in the softness of your body and the delicious sweetness of your milk. You pat him on the head and call him a good boy, tell him that it’s going to be all right and you’re glad he came to you instead of hurting himself or someone else. You try to keep your voice from trembling in pleasure when you tell him he can drink as much as he wants. It’s so difficult to focus on doing your job and helping him when you can feel his dick straining against his pants, his erection pressing against your thigh. You shouldn’t be thinking about it, but fuck he’s big,,,,,
You’ll later have twin bite marks around each of your nipples, left by Floyd hehe. He’s claimed those for himself, so you really aren’t getting a break anytime soon. :)
Loved seeing more sub twst content so hope ur doing well ❤️
hehe yuuup!! i like both of the tweels but floyd’s my favorite by a long shot.
i really like the tweels as characters for a lot of reasons. i really like the complexity of them, how their intentions and behavior is particularly hard to pinpoint. i really love that, despite how he acts, floyd is absurdly smart and extremely talented! he’s such a fun character to read.
i really really love sibling dynamics, i’ve always been a sucker for them. i love the tweels, i love the shrouds, i love a lot of other sibling characters from other franchises (ex. ruffnut and tuffnut from how to train your dragon, the belcher siblings from bob’s burgers, etc.). maybe it’s because i really love my own siblings, lmao
as for why they’re my favorite subs, i like to turn the tables. there aren’t many fics where they’re submissive, which can be a lowly bit frustrating for me because i’m mostly dominant. a lot of people headcanon them to be very switchy (and i absolutely agree!) but hardly ever put them in the other role :( i also really like brats/teasing subs, which could be another reason. i was thinking about writing a confident/teasing sub floyd x shy/flustered dom reader at some point because im actually pretty shy in real life, hehe. if i was ever put in any of the situations i write the reader in, my brain would probably short-circuit, hehe
Halló Saw! Do you have any sub headcanons about the headwardens, I wanna know your thoughts on them >.<! Keep up the good work !
ooh, yepyep!!
riddle rosehearts
🫀 i know it’s a pretty common headcanon, but he probably has a mommy kink. who would’ve guessed! you must be gentle, you must be tender with him.
🫀 also, please give him lots of praise. though he'll try and act humble or dismissive, he can’t help but melt with each “good boy,” with every “you’re doing so well,” all “i’m so proud of you”s.
🫀 i think he always strives to please you, to make you happy and satisfied with him. he’ll never object when you decide it’s his turn, however.
leona kingscholar
🫀 he always wants to touch you, for you to touch him, just to feel your skin against his. lions are very clingy, after all.
🫀 he likes to have you on top of him, covering as much of him as possible. put your hands on his chest, on his arms while you slowly grind down on him, his hands aimlessly wandering around your body.
🫀 if you’re feeling particularly mean, cuff his wrists to the bed. he’ll hate it, but it’ll be quick to get him desperate and begging to touch you.
azul ashengrotto
🫀 BODY WORSHIP AND LOTS OF IT. both for him and for you. it’s stressful to look after both the dorm and the mostro lounge, so he needs some way to destress, doesn’t he?
🫀 after a bit of convincing, he’d agreed to keep in his merform a few times. he’ll be embarrassed, but you’ll prove to him that he looks good, that he feels good in any way you can.
🫀
kalim al-asim
🫀 he’s a very enthusiastic sub. anything you ask, he’ll do. you need a massage? no problem! you wanna try something new? of course! you need a face to sit on? he’s right here!
🫀 he loves light touches. pet his hair, trace your fingers on his skin, maybe even enough to tickle him. the tickling can hurt a little after a while, but his giggling is contagious and seeing you smile is worth it all.
🫀 aftercare is exceptionally important for him. not because he particularly needs to be taken care of, but because he awaits cuddling eagerly.
vil schoenheit
🫀 he doesn’t sub often, but when he does he loves to be pampered and doted on. pleasure doms are his absolute favorite.
🫀 he always wears the best lingerie he can find just for you—and he doesn’t certainly doesn’t mind if it’s torn in the process.
🫀 i think he’s very confident as a sub. he still loves to tease and egg you on. he isn’t bratty in a disobedient sense, but in a “surely you can do it better/harder than that” sense.
idia shroud
🫀 he can vary from day-to-day: sometimes he’s bratty, sometimes he’s needy, either way he’ll be whining the whole time.
🫀 make up some rules and games for him! keep a star sticker board for rewards. maybe you can hook him up to a vibrator and have him color in a coloring book, and he earns a punishment if he colors outside the lines.
🫀 roleplaying! he loves roleplay, whether it be through cosplaying, making up your own characters/roles, or even just coming up with a new dynamic to try out.
malleus draconia
🫀 he’s very needy and will worship everything about you. you are beautiful, charming, elegant regardless of how you carry yourself, even your flaws are adored.
🫀 very much a service sub, your pleasure is his own. he’s able to cum just from tasting you, seeing you satisfied is enough to pacify him.
🫀 despite what he may seem, he’s very sensitive. ears, horns, tail, hands, torso, everywhere. it doesn’t take much to make him squirm.
Hi, Saw!! Sorry if this request is a little weird but it wasn’t anywhere in your ‘don’t’s, so I was wondering how alright you are with writing lactation? 🫣 Sorry again if it’s too weird! I liked your fic with both of the twins, and I would love to see another with Jade in the future if possible! Thank you!
what the hell, sure
udder failure
🫀 solo jade oneshot
🫀 lactation, masturbation
🫀 note: i’ll be real i don’t super know much about lactation so i had to ask my lactation expert friends for help. i hope this suffices anyway
Poor, pitiful Jade, with his phone left unmoving in front of him. No buzzes, no rings, no replies to any text he’s sent… nobody agreeing to be a volunteer to test his concoctions.
Mixing and matching ingredients, carelessly throwing together whatever he found into the cauldron, just to see what kinds of potions and chemical reactions could be made was entertaining, but the most fun part was seeing the unpredictable effects when consumed.
Unfortunately for Jade, he’d been too overzealous and began his experimenting without securing a proper guinea pig to drink the potions. How could he be so heedless?
He was seated on his bedroom floor, staring into the cauldron with a pout on his face. The strange liquid within it bubbled every few moments, purple with a few strewn swirls of a dull red. What an odd color it made.
A few beats of silence passed and he leaned in just a bit closer over the cold iron. He curiously sniffed—the potion was scentless, fascinating in its own right.
Oh, if only he knew for sure the effects. It was admittedly tantalizing. No scent, but what of the taste? What if it enhances his senses? What if it turns him into a rabbit? Or grows him some wings, or shrinks his body, or splits him in two? There was no way he could know.
There was no way… unless he himself drank it.
No, that was an absurd idea. While there was no telling what benefits it could have, there was also no telling what harm it could inflict.
But he wanted to know and he was getting impatient. He glanced at his phone again: no text from Floyd, no text from Azul, no text from any classmates, dormmates, the Prefect. Surely this was some sort of prank. Surely.
And Jade surely needed to know.
His fingers were reaching for a vial from beside him before he could register it. He’d made it this far, he may as well go the full mile. Quickly, before his rationality returns.
A quick scoop of the vial in the cauldron, enough for a swig or two, and he wasted no time in downing it. The taste was pungent enough to make his nose scrunch. Bitter and sour, a strange savory aftertaste upon swallowing akin to what he would imagine rotten meat stock would taste of.
He pulled the now-empty vial from his lips. It was disgusting, but he was hopeful the effects would make up for it.
Five seconds turned to fifteen, nothing. Thirty, nothing. A minute, still nothing.
…Was it a fluke? It must have been. It was both disappointing and relieving.
No matter, there’s more to craft.
What if he adds some more ingredients to it? Perhaps a mandrake leaf…
While his mind rats off different ingredients to throw in, there’s a strange pressure that’s formed within the core of Jade’s stomach. Maybe the potion is making him ill. Maybe he’s crafted a fast road to food poisoning, which could be amusing to slip into a few drinks if he’s feeling particularly bored.
His eyes scan around aimlessly. Now, where’s it gone? Where’s the… mandrake… leaf…
The pressure quickly spread north. Up his torso, into his chest, pressure and so much warmth. It felt almost burning.
Oh, dear. Oh, what is this? A heart attack? No, don’t be ridiculous.
He swallowed thickly when he’d finally spotted the leaf. He snatched it from the ground and dropped it into the cauldron. Not much of a reaction other than a color change.
He’ll test it after this blows over. Or, maybe he won’t.
Jade shifted in his seat on the floor—his shirt was uncomfortably tight all of a sudden. Sure, it was normally fitted snugly enough to be somewhat classy, but this was far too tight. Is it a growing potion? No, the rest of him feels no different.
His fingers reached to his collar and dragged a hooked finger down to pop a few buttons of his shirt open. The cooler air did nothing to soothe the burning ache in his chest. Not his chest, but his pecs.
He took a glance down, the flesh swollen. It’s just fine, it will pass in time, just as every other potion. Until how long, however, was unknown.
Grabbing the ladle in the cauldron with twitching fingers, he idly stirred the liquid within it. He hoped this wouldn't be fatal.
He stirred and stared, stirred and stared… until there was a new sensation on his skin. His wide eyes shot down to see the damp spots on each side, the white fabric of the shirt slowly turning see-through.
Oh? So that’s what it does. Jade didn't know if he should be relieved that it was something as silly as this, or horrified that it was this.
He quickly shed himself of his shirt—there was no use in dirtying it further. He couldn’t stop looking at the odd sight, white dripping from his nipples down to his abdomen.
Should he laugh? Should he cry?
His hand hesitated before cupping around a pec. It was hot to the touch, tender and sore. A finger swiped over his nipple to pick up a drop of milk, caught off guard by his body’s immediate jolt. Was he always this sensitive?
He eyed the pearly bead on his finger, his curiosity quickly getting the better of him and he licked the milk from his fingertip.
It was different from cow’s milk, a subtly sweet flavor. He was embarrassed to admit it was almost preferable to it.
Just wait it out. It will pass. Ignore the pressure, ignore the aching tenderness, ignore the uncomfortable dripping, ignore it all.
Stir and ignore. Look at the pretty colors! The previous purple deepened into a navy blue, such a pretty shade. It really is uncomfortable. The bubbling shrank into a sparkling, almost as if it was carbonated. The pressure’s beginning to hurt. It was still scentless, he wondered why that was.
…It’s really too much.
Vials, where did he put the vials? On the floor, were they kicked away during his squirming? There’s one, two…
Jade desperately held a vial up to one of his leaking nipples. Now, how in the world do you—
It was an experimental squeeze, but it was what was needed to cause milk to spurt into the glass. Relieved and horrified, he gave another squeeze, an involuntary whimper slipping through his lips. The muscles hurt, the glands hurt, everything was too sensitive. Sensitive, sensitive, sensitive.
But it felt good. It was good to get it out, it was good to touch and squeeze. Fill the vial, put a cork on it, another vial up to his other nipple, squeeze.
He couldn’t help but laugh. This was preposterous. Of course the one time he’d decided to be his own test subject was when something truly ridiculous happened.
Another spurt, creamy white hitting the inside of the glass.
It was difficult to ignore the swelling in his shirt before, and it was even more so trying to ignore the swelling in his pants. Yet another aching pressure, but his hands were occupied already.
The second vial was quickly used up: fill it, cork it, set it to the side, replace it. Replace it with another vial. Replace… there isn’t another vial. He’d brought in three, one used for the potion, two used for makeshift milk bottles.
Jade’s mind was racing so frantically—there had to be more, the swelling hurts, squeezing makes it hurt more, but squeezing makes it feel better, it won’t stop leaking, why am I so hard?
His hand mindlessly palmed at his cock through his pants—when did I start doing that?—while the other flicked and rubbed at a nipple. He was sure they’d never been this sensitive, a single graze of his fingertip suddenly enough to make his body jolt and squirm.
His whining and panting was strained and strangled, but did he really need to be quiet? Alone, but what if someone walks by the door? It’s far too embarrassing to risk.
He looked down at his now-slicked fingers toying with his nipple, watching the leaking milk smear on his skin. He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t stop watching. Mismatched eyes trailed further down to his other hand still stroking and squeezing at his dick through the fabric, then back up a bit to the milk on his abdomen.
Everywhere, it’s on his hands, it’s on his stomach, it’s in his vials, it’s sprayed on the cauldron, it’s on—it’s on—
With an involuntary gasp of air, he yanked his cock out from the waistband of his pants as his orgasm crashed into him without warning. Eyelids scrunched shut, jaw clenched harshly, hand squeezing his swollen pec enough to spray a different white over himself.
It was intense and it was sudden, the shock from it leaving his body spasming for a moment or two before it allowed itself to relax. His lids finally fluttered open again to look down at the mess on both himself and his surroundings, he couldn’t tell what was cum and what was milk.
…The milk.
Jade panted heavily as he forced himself to sit up straighter in order to spot the two full vials.
What kinds of dishes could he make for the lounge with it, he wondered.
🫀 hate sex, sub (a bit switchy. bratty?) floyd, femdom, objectification(?), denial, riding, facesitting, 69
🫀 this takes place during the lost in the book with stitch event! this one is more recent but i was writing it during a huuuge writer’s block and it may or may not be obvious. also i know in the event they can’t take off their clothes but i really don’t care. sorry i like guy tits. anyway!
You were beyond frustrated.
Getting stranded on an island was already annoying enough, but everything else was just piling on; what the hell do you mean there are aliens? Sure, the little blue one was cute and helpful and made the bungalow to sleep in so you didn’t have to get eaten alive by mosquitoes any more than you did, but he was also so energetic and so exhausting… and the other alien was flat-out just trying to rid you and your classmates with robot sharks. Absolutely lovely.
You were also tired of fruit already. You normally loved it, but having it with every meal each day was just rough. Your jaw was sore from chewing coconut, your tongue felt raw from eating pineapple, and you had no taste for more berries and fish. You just wanted a nice steak at this point—rare, so it would be easier on your jaw.
And more, you’ve felt more pent up than you thought was necessary after a few days. Normally when you were on vacation, you would just take care of yourself in the shower if you needed. Here, you have absolutely no chance. None of you were supposed to wander off alone, especially you, being the only one without magic to fight for yourself, so that was off the table. You couldn’t sneak away because someone would eventually find you, whether it be Gantu and his shark bots, one of your schoolmates, or Stitch. You didn’t feel comfortable doing it late at night, either; what if someone hears? How could you even clean up afterwards?
Again, beyond frustrated.
The outfits that everyone were put in certainly didn’t help. You didn’t think you would be one to stare, but you really couldn’t keep your eyes to yourself. It was like that book was just taunting you when it did it. Did Riddle’s shirt have to be tied up like that? Put up just enough to make you want to pick him up by the waist and carry him off to who-knows-where?
Admittedly, you had originally thought your sights would be set on Jack—his outfit really didn’t leave much to the imagination… however, most of your attention was drawn to Floyd.
…Has he always looked like that? Sure, you’ve seen his arms during his basketball games, but (pardon your vulgarity) when the fuck did he get massive tits?
How does he even hide it? Is it just because he wears baggy shirts? Are you an idiot? You feel like an idiot.
You really couldn’t help your staring, or your mind wandering. You silently cursed the universe for it. Why it had to be right now that you see him, when you can’t even do anything about your frustrations, you had no clue.
Yet another night rolls around and you have to sit by the bonfire again, you have to force your eyes to stay on the flames again, you have to constantly bounce your leg in your seat to distract yourself again. You hadn’t said a word in what felt like hours, but it wasn’t much of an issue—everyone else filled in the silence just fine.
Even as it grew later and some of the others slowly trickled back into the bungalow for bed, you stayed put and quiet. You, Floyd, Lilia, and Ace remained—the usual night owls. The other three continued to entertain each other, and sand eventually ended up getting thrown at Ace. Normally you’d laugh, but right now you actually couldn’t give a fuck about your surroundings.
Only when it felt like your eyes would take damage did you finally tear them away from the fire… and immediately to the sand. It really felt like something was wrong with you, you just could not think about anything else. You wanted to see how he’d look with his wrists handcuffed to your bed (or even behind his back), how he’d look on his knees, how he’d look in bondage.
You wondered if he would be good at eating pussy. He looked like he would be. Or maybe not. Maybe you’re just delusional. Maybe you could teach him how to, if he doesn’t. Maybe you could teach him until it’s all he ever wants to do, to bury his face between your thighs, to slowly circle his tongue around your clit just the way you like.
You shifted slightly in your seat on the makeshift bench (it was just a log, but whatever), you could almost feel his tongue on you. You squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to fight off the dull throb between them, the mental image of your hand in his hair burned into your brain. How much longer do you have to be stuck on this island like this?
You’re just curious is all. You’re just curious as to how he’d react if you rode his dick even after he’d already came, how much he’d squirm if you just sit there and edge him until he can’t even properly speak, how he’d—
“So ya stare at me almost the entire time we’re here, ‘n’ now ya won’t look at me?”
Floyd’s abrupt voice forced you back to reality, your attention snapping up to him from across the fire. You immediately realize Lilia and Ace were gone—when did they go to bed? You didn’t even notice.
You blinked at him, silent for a few moments. You thought you were being discreet enough. Still, you don’t really care much to fully deny it. How do you even respond to that?
“…I dunno.” you eventually murmured with a halfhearted shrug. You looked him in the eyes, and you still couldn’t stop yourself from imagining them welling with tears of pleasure as you…
Man, you really need to knock it off. Maybe you should schedule a therapy session soon, this can’t be normal.
He giggled in response, a wolfish grin on his face. “What, d’ya want something?”
Yes. Obviously. Is he stupid? No, he’s not, he probably knew. He totally knew. You wish you could go just one day without something poking fun at you. Fuck that book, fuck the universe, fuck Floyd. For the love of all things holy, fuck Floyd.
“Nope.” You tried to play it all off, you truly did, but it just wouldn’t work. Of course, that only made him want to prod even more.
“Your poker face sucks, Shrimpy.” he drawled.
“I dunno, your necklaces.” you lied. Curse your pride. “They’re dumb as hell and they’re loud and jangly when you move.”
His humored snort irritated you to no end, but you still managed to keep a straight face. “Really? I think they’re pretty cool.” He glanced down at the array of necklaces dangling from his neck and brushed a hand against them, just to hear the clanking of the fake pearls.
“They’re not.” Really, they looked like something you’d buy from a party store. You think, at least. You can’t really remember the last time you went to a party store.
“Should I take ‘em off, then?” He then bunched the necklaces in his hand.
“No,” you replied almost too quickly, “just saying they’re stupid.”
And of course, Floyd just ignored you and pulled them up over his head anyway, giving you a better view of his body through his open shirt. Okay, now that’s just mean. Is he making fun of you? He has to be.
Your eyes flickered down to the necklaces tossed haphazardly on the sand, your hands fidgeting in your lap. You didn’t know if you wanted to pounce on him so you could fuck him or so you could throw him into the fire.
You swear your mouth was going to start bleeding from how much you were biting the insides of your cheeks.
“You’re mad if I don’t wear ‘em now.”
It had absolutely nothing to do with the necklaces, and you knew he knew that, too. “I really don’t care.”
“Then look at me ‘n’ tell me what the problem is.”
You wanted to roll your eyes until he suddenly snapped his fingers to try and get your attention back on him.
The pure disrespect—you’re not a dog. He’s more of a dog than you ever will be, and you’ll put a leash on him to prove it if you have to.
“Snap at me like that again and you’re losing your fingers.” Truly, you didn’t have the patience for that tonight. Or any night.
“Are ya gonna bite ‘em off? Scary.” His sarcasm made you want nothing more than to shut him up in any way you could. Choke him, gag him, sit on his face, cover his mouth, anything. Just take a deep breath and calm yourself. “C’mere so I can hear ya better. The fire’s too loud.”
Oh, for the love—
“Fine.” You then stood and trudged around the fire so you could sit yourself next to him on that uncomfortable log. Stitch could build an entire bungalow, several blankets, pillows, even sleep masks all from scratch, but he couldn’t make a few couches or chairs out here? Really?
“Now,” he hummed as he leaned against your shoulder, “what’s got ya so mad, Shrimpy?”
It would probably be a good idea to shove him off, but your thoughts were a bit too obstructed right now. “I’m not.”
“Seem mad to me. Are ya mad at me?” You could feel his eyes burning into you, though you still stared at the sand below. Just don’t pay attention to him or his head on your shoulder.
“No.” you mumbled through gritted teeth.
“Then whaddya—“
“Just—just this!” You abruptly pushed him off and grabbed a handful of his shirt, giving it a harsh yank. You blatantly ignored his sharp inhale of surprise and his widened eyes. “What the fuck is this? You show up in this and I just have to try to act normal?!”
Floyd was silent for a few beats before a toothy grin slowly stretched on his face. “…So that’s what this’s about?”
“Yes,” you hissed, “that’s what this’s about. When the hell’d you even start looking like that? Have you always looked like that?”
“Like what?”
“You—you know how!” You just wanted to absolutely throttle him right now, and all he’s doing is smiling and snickering.
He grabbed your wrist and moved it to push your palm into his chest, and all you could pay attention to was how easily your fingers sunk into the flesh. Fuck’s sake. “Like that?”
“Obviously.” You didn’t hesitate to give a tight squeeze—you really didn’t have a reason to restrain yourself anymore.
Floyd visibly suppressed a wince, his fingers twitching around your wrist. “I mean—“
“I don’t actually care.” Your hands continued to aimlessly wander around his chest, his torso, his arms. Maybe you were overwhelming him, you weren’t paying much attention.
He never stopped you, though, so there’s that at least. “Got handsy quick, Shrimpy.” he mused as you squeezed and felt around his shoulders.
“Shut up.”
“‘Kay.” And then he swatted your hands away and slid himself onto the sand, his fingers hooking around the waistband of your shorts.
“…Hell’re you doing?” Despite the irritation in your voice, you still lifted your hips to aid him in tugging your shorts down. You weren’t just gonna not do that and blueball (Bluepussy? Blueclit? Whatever) yourself.
“What’s it look like? I’m shutting up.” He kept eye contact as he guided your thighs apart before leaning in, using his teeth to grab the edge of your panties and tug them down. He didn’t bother to look and see what the book had decided to put on you, and neither did you. It could’ve been the best lingerie you’ve ever seen or the ugliest pair that you’d find at an old thrift store, you didn’t know nor care.
He lazily pulled your thighs onto his shoulders. It wasn’t much longer until his tongue slowly dragged over your clit, and you were unable to stop your body from tensing. His tongue felt weirdly soft and long—is that just a merfolk thing? Oh, who cares, it feels good.
The moment your hand slid itself into his hair, he immediately dove in. His lips latched on and he gently suckled on your clit, his tongue swirling with newfound vigor in a way that had your hips involuntarily squirming against his face.
“F-fucking slow down—“ you managed to gasp out before slapping your free hand over your mouth in an attempt to stifle your own choked moans and squeals. You really didn’t want to wake anyone up, even if they were inside the bungalow.
Floyd deliberately disregarded your words and let out a small hum against you, the vibrations making your thighs clamp around his head. Despite your earlier thoughts, you couldn’t exactly tell whether he was actually good at it or not; he was just doing whatever he felt like, no organized movements. It worked, at least.
Your orgasm was building a lot quicker than you would’ve liked. You tried and tried again to tug him back by the hair, yet he refused to let up. His hands grabbed onto your hips to hold you in place, his tongue keeping its steady pace. You were just about to cum, until he stopped altogether.
He pulled away with a taunting chortle while you twitched and squirmed from the unsatisfying denial.
“…Dickhead.” You planted a foot on the center of his chest, shoved him onto his back and kicked some sand at him—just for good measure.
You didn’t give him time to respond before plopping yourself on top of him to straddle his hips.
“What, whaddya gonna do?” What you wanted was to beat that smile off his face, but you couldn’t really do that, could you?
The moment Floyd’s hands found your waist, you tugged them off with an absentminded ‘don’t touch me.’
His grin immediately dropped into a pout, still trying and failing to get his grip on you again. “C’mon, Shrimpy, don’t be mean…” he whined, planting his feet in the sand in an attempt to grind his clothed cock into you.
Oh, the audacity of this man. “Stop squirming.”
“I’m not squirming!”
“You are!”
“I’m just getting comfortable.”
“Well, knock it off, the stupid button on your shorts hurts.”
”Then take ‘em off—“
You gave a swift smack to his chest before he could finish his growled demand. “Don’t even try that with me right now.”
The smack made him writhe a bit more with a small huff. “…Do that again.”
And so you did without hesitation, delivering another equally-as harsh slap to his skin, which drew an odd cackle from him.
“Thanks, Miss Shrimpy.” he said way too gleefully for your tastes as he bucked up against you again.
You wanted to grimace at the name, but your attention was quickly brought back to his grinding. “I said quit that.” you mumbled, finally making a move to unbuckle and open his belt.
“You take forever.” Floyd complained, not wasting another second before helping to tug his shorts down enough for his dick to spring out. He grabbed your hips again to try and pull you onto himself. “Now get on, get on, get on, get on…”
And you didn’t let him, just yet. You kept your hands firm on his chest to hold yourself up. “I’m not getting on after what you did.”
“Aw, c’mon!” he whined, “I was being nice. I could’ve been a lot worse!”
Now, how the hell was edging you nice? Whatever. You didn’t answer him, because why should you?
You grind your pussy down against his dick, your slow pace almost agonizing for him (and yourself, but his impatient desperation was a lot more important than yours right now).
It was only a few rolls of your hips before they were grabbed forcefully with a low whimper from Floyd. “Okay, I get it, Shrimpy, I get it.” His fingers dug into your skin, hoisting you up to hover over his aching cock. “Just do it already.”
“I’m not gonna—“
“Please?”
That made your jaw tense a bit. “…’Please,’ what?”
“Please fuck me?”
You hardly even registered what you were doing before you finally let your hips sink down, slowly taking in his dick. The low whine drawn out from him almost made your breath falter, and your fingers twitched against his chest with each inch.
You had to keep still for a few seconds after bottoming out to adjust, because by God he felt bigger than you were anticipating.
Predictably, he wasn’t very patient once he was inside. “Shrimpy, are you gonna move? Please? Please move, please, please—“
“Would you just sh-shut up?” Despite your best efforts, your voice was a bit shaky while your body got used to the feeling.
“I’m just askin’ ya to move!” Again, he attempted to squirm underneath you until you smacked his chest, his hand shooting to cover his mouth and suppress a whimper.
“Yeah, yeah, be patient…” After a few moments, you let yourself slowly lift your hips before abruptly slamming them back down, the feeling of his dick immediately hitting your sensitive g-spot forcing a sharp gasp from you—fuck, it was like he was just made for your pussy. Was that even possible? You almost wanted to ask if you could get a custom toy modeled after it.
Later, though.
“No, no, don’t stop right now, Shrimpy…” His arms wrapped around your waist and you’re suddenly pinned against his chest as he pounded into you from below.
Is this guy allergic to going slow?
You weren’t even given the opportunity to reply before your hair was tugged back and his mouth was on yours, muffling any noises either of you made as his tongue slipped its way past your lips.
Again, his tongue felt so strange, so foreign against yours. Not unpleasant in the slightest, you almost wished you’d kissed him sooner than now; it just felt good.
Until it was forced down your throat. You didn’t know if he just got overly excited but it really just felt like he was trying to facefuck you with his tongue, tears pricking your eyes while you tried to suppress a gag. You struggled in his grasp, overwhelmed with both the lack of air and his cock slamming into you harder than you could process, and he snickered into the ‘kiss.’
You finally managed to squirm free and broke away to gasp for breath, planting your hips down harsh enough to pin his own to the sand. “What the fuck’s wrong with you?” you managed between your panting.
“My bad.” Nothing about his demeanor was apologetic, though—not his tone, not his grin, not his hands already trying to lift your hips again.
“That’s not an apology.”
“Sorry, Miss Shrimpy.”
A swift slap to his face. “What’d I tell you about that?”
“Sorry.”
To your own mild surprise, your hand wrapped around his throat with a squeeze, though what surprised you even more was that he was just letting you.
You didn’t ask why.
Your eyes narrowed and your hips slowly ground down, trying not to pay too much attention to how your clit rubbed against his skin. “Why can’t you just be fucking respectful?”
“I said I was sorry!” he pouted, his voice scratchy from your choking him.
“Are you really sorry?”
Floyd nodded with a whine. “Yeah, sorry, I get it, just go faster…” He tugged you up again and you allowed it. “You forgive me, right, Shrimpy?”
You didn’t want to, but whatever; you just wanted to cum at that point. “Fine.”
At that, his hands guided your hips to slam down against his again. He let his own moans flow freely, though his smile made it obvious that they were exaggerated just to further piss you off. “Shrimpy, it feels so good…”
“Quit that, y-you’ll wake someone up.” You gave his neck another squeeze in warning.
“That’s their problem! Not like they didn’t already know ya wanted to fuck me.”
You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment at the thought—you really hoped nobody else actually noticed your staring. “…Shut up.” You used your hand on his chest for better leverage to pound his cock harder.
Floyd’s breath caught, his head thrown back as he tried to match your pace. His jaw clicked shut with a curse through his teeth, unable to get out any more words to taunt you with.
A few more moments, and he was already throbbing inside you from his impending orgasm. “Sh-Shrimpy—“
“Nope.” You immediately lift yourself off enough for his dick to slip out, twitching from the sudden loss of stimulation.
“What, no? No, no no no, no ‘no,’ don’t ‘no…’” he babbled as a panic immediately set in. He tried to force you back down, his hips surging up to no avail. “I said I was sorry! I did, Shrimpy!”
His hands were tugged away again and you shifted atop of him, crawling your way up his body before turning around to hover your cunt above his tearful face. “Make it up to me, then.”
Without a moment of hesitation, Floyd yanked you down. His tongue delved and writhed in desperation with mumbles of ‘sorry’ and ‘promise,’ each vibration from his begging making your thighs twitch around his head.
It was better (albeit more frantic) the second time around, which you were appreciative for.
His dick trembled and leaked with precum in front of you, crying more than he himself was. “There, good boy…” you hummed, your fingers wrapping around him to give a few leisurely strokes.
Another whine from him and his tongue shoved itself inside you. Sure, getting tonguefucked works, too, you supposed.
You leaned down to press a few kisses along his length, his hips instantly bucking up against your face. “Chill out.” you hissed, trying to hold him down.
“Wanna cum…” It took a few moments, but he eventually relented and kept still.
“Me first.” With that, you allowed his tip to push past your lips. Normally you’d take more than that, but you really didn’t feel like it. It’s not like he needed anything more, anyway.
Or deserved anything more.
His response was to pump his tongue deeper into your pussy, only pulling it out to swirl at your clit every few moments.
You tried to keep your focus on pulling your mouth off his tip each time he started twitching again, but it was getting so, so hard to with the knot in your core rapidly tightening.
You didn’t bother to warn him before your thighs involuntarily squeezed around his head and your vision went white, your hand returning over your mouth to quiet down your own sounds that didn’t really sound quite like yourself.
Once you were at least somewhat aware of your surroundings again, you felt a hand roughly grasp your hair and his dick forced down your throat again. You weren’t even able to catch your breath first, how rude.
Floyd only needed to pump a few more times, the feeling of his cum shooting at the back of your throat making you flinch atop of him and instinctively swallow. You hardly noticed his panting and his whiny thank you’s when you pull off, finally gasping for air.
“…Ask to do that next time.” you grumbled, wiping your mouth with the back of your wrist as you slid yourself off of him to fetch your clothes from wherever they’d been thrown.
“I know, I know, sorry! It was taking forever!” It almost annoyed you that he was able to just zip right back up and buckle his belt in no time, while you had to slip everything on again. It would’ve been great if the book gave you more accessible clothes, but fine. “I’ll make ya somethin’ good tomorrow, Shrimpy. Iunno, I’ll catch a different fish than everyone else for ya in the morning. It’ll be a big one, too.”
“Mhm, sure, let’s just wash off in the water.”
“Nope! Don’t feel like it. I wanna go to bed.”
“Then you can go do that, I’m washing—“
“Nope!” He scooped you up in his arms, deliberately locking you against himself to keep you from moving as he trudged his way back up to the bungalow. “Bedtime.”
You grimaced. “Ulch, we're all sticky, though.”
“Yep. Maybe we’ll wake up stuck together in the morning ‘n’ everyone else’ll have to peel us apart.”
🫀 hate sex, femdom, sub floyd + jade, edging/denial, overstimulation, bondage, dacryphilia, exhibitionism/voyeurism, honorifics for reader (miss, mommy)
🫀 note: this is also old (around 2 years) and hastily edited, sorry for any potential errors. there isn’t any incest in this, if you were wary! also, the reader is physically strong. i was a little tired of everyone writing us as frail all the time back then💔
Floyd didn’t know why he was feeling like this.
Well, he knew why, he just didn’t know why you.
Tried as he might, he could never convince you to speak more than a few words to him… probably because you immediately associated him with Azul, who you were the least bit fond of.
Floyd had given up completely after you had made your way to Azul’s office to confront him after you’d found Grim had been manipulated into a contract. Floyd remembers trying to stand in your way, but you just grabbed him by the shirt and practically tossed him to the side… and so effortlessly, too.
Oh, how that enraged him to no end. He never had issues with those stronger than him; he usually found a way to intimidate them in the end. You, however, ignored everything he did. His backhanded threats, his teasing pranks, even his aggressive behavior, you took everything with a simple grimace or manually moving him out of you sight.
How dare you? How dare you ignore him?
He knew you didn’t give him a single thought, but you littered his mind constantly, bitterly. At first it started with plans to coax some kind of reaction from you, and then it took up half his brain in a few days, and suddenly you were seeping deeper into his consciousness. Everything he thought he would somehow relate back to you.
Why? He hated you with his entire being. You were hardly entertaining, all you did was express your disgust with him each encounter—
Floyd was knocked back to his senses when Professor Crewel called his name. Right, Alchemy class. He huffed to himself.
“Your project partner today, the Prefect.” he’d said.
Floyd scowled. Of course he’d be paired up with that slab of concrete. Couldn’t he have someone fun, like Sea Otter, like Crabby, or even just Jade? He slinked away in search of you, ignoring the “good boy” that Crewel hummed. Floyd hated it when Crewel called him that… but, maybe if you— Quit it.
You weren’t hard to find at all, being the single woman in the room. He stood by your side, stealing rude glances when you kept silent. You didn’t even have a reaction to his presence, instead keeping your focus on the full vials displayed on the desk.
No matter how badly he didn’t want to have the first word, he knew you wouldn’t take it if he didn’t. And you prefer the quiet, so he may as well try and distract you with noise if he could.
“Hey, Shrimpy.” he drawled, looming over your shoulder. “Y’know what you're doin’, yeah? Don’t need my help?”
You still voiced nothing. You were reading through the instructions given, carefully pouring whatever was needed.
“…Cool. I don’t needa do anythin’.”
“Do your part.” you finally muttered, though you didn’t spare him a glance. “You won’t pass if you don’t.”
Floyd rolled his eyes with a groan. “Why? Professor Beakfish can’t tell the difference if you do it all.”
“Oh, yeah? Ruggie’s watching.” That made him scan around for said boy… and there he was, doing his own project with Kalim, taking small peeks every few moments. Once he noticed Floyd’s gaze, he flashed him a cheeky grin. He knew Ruggie was watching for two reasons: he knew how little Floyd and Yuu get along and wanted to see how it played out, and he could use Floyd’s lack of work as a means of future blackmail for lunch food. He’d no doubt hang this over his head, but honestly? He didn’t care much.
“Still don’t feel like it.” he said with a click of his tongue.
He stood idly by, eyes going between you and Ruggie, until an idea struck him. He was so bored, it’d give him something to do.
“If I’m not gettin’ full points, neither’re you.” He clumsily grabbed whatever vials were present, dumping all of them in the beaker with a toothy grin.
“Wait—“ You stuck an arm out in front of Floyd instinctively, the beaker immediately blowing up and covering the two of you in black soot. You slowly opened your eyes and lowered your arm, a clean line across his chest where your arm had ‘protected’ him.
Though it wasn’t explicit, you were furious. Every single time you had even got near Floyd, he’d find a way to mess something up. She exhaled slowly as Crewel approached.
“Bad dogs, what’s happened?” His glare was so stern, you would have lowered your head if you weren’t so angered.
“She messed up.” Floyd said, smile still wide as ever.
You grit your teeth. You wanted to scream, shout, throw things, throw him, but you stood with a blank poker-face. It’s all you could do.
Crewel opened his mouth, probably to scold you, or Floyd, someone, until Ruggie called from the other side of the room.
“He did iiiiiit…” he said before breaking into cackles. “Y’know he did!”
Floyd’s grin fell into a look of deadpan irritation, but was met with Ruggie’s uppity smug face.
“Yes…” Crewel cleared his throat. “I figured as such. Floyd Leech, to your dorm room immediately. I will choose how I shall deal with you later. As for the Prefect… you are dismissed. You may retake this project by yourself tomorrow.”
And like that, Crewel skirted off back to the front of the classroom.
Floyd’s rage was bubbling heavily in his chest. Dismissed? Why do you get dismissed?
Floyd grumbled under his breath and took off his lab coat to shove into your arms, nails digging into his palms as he sped out of the room. Ruggie laughed at him the entire way, of course, only to be reminded by Kalim to keep hushed.
A few seconds later, you emerged from the door, pushing yourself away from the frame as you rubbed at your face to get the soot off. Thank goodness for those lab coats, you thought. Your quick strides let you catch up with Floyd. You grabbed his wrist and roughly turned him to face you.
“Fuck’s wrong with you?” you snarled.
“Iunno, I think I’m fine.” he said with a bored shrug, tugging your hand off.
“No, why d’you do that? You always mess my shit up.”
“Seemed fun.”
That seemed to be the last tick on your timebomb of patience; you grabbed him by the arms and shoved him against the wall, eyes ablaze in fury.
“I’m fucking tired of you! I can’t even look at you without you doing something you shouldn’t.” You ranted on and on about how much you hated him, how angry he constantly made you, how badly you just wanted to make him into your dinner…
It went through one ear and out the other with Floyd, however, as he grasped one of your hands and slowly slid it up to his neck, eye contact never breaking.
“—And now, you’re messing with schoolwork! D’you know how hard it is to—“
“You should choke me.”
“…What?”
“You should choke me.”
You blinked in confusion. Floyd continued to blankly stare at you with half-lidded eyes, holding your hand up to his throat. A few moments of awkward silence pass.
“Ya hate me? Choke me, then.”
You retreated your hands, wiping them on your shirt like they’d been touched by muck. You stood her ground in front of him and shook your head, bewildered. “No. No, I’m not doing that.”
“Why not?” His responses were quick and blunt, like he’d already thought of and rehearsed this many times before.
“Why would I?” You gave an incredulous look, eyes squinted and nose scrunched. He leaned forward slightly, studying your face.
“Good way to take your frustration out.” He smiled, continuing to lean until his chin rested on your shoulder.
“The fuck’re you talking about?” You scowled at him, just like you always did. Floyd didn’t answer further, instead sliding his hands up your waist and to your back.
He hated you, he hated how you ignored him, he hated how difficult it was to get a rise from you, he hated how often he thought about the things he wanted you to do to him. He hated it all, but he craved more of it.
He trailed further up until he was fiddling with your bra clip. You pushed him away before he could take it off, much to his disappointment.
“We’re not doing this out here.” you murmured. Right, they’re still in the hallway, thankfully empty due to the other students in their respective classes. “Your room.”
As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was right; you needed an outlet. You were so, so frustrated with all the constant prefect work, keeping Grim, Ace, and Deuce in check, you needed something to take it out on. Of course, you didn’t think Ramshackle would be the best choice for sex, especially with the risk of the ghosts getting nosy and spying on them… or Grim walking in and traumatizing himself.
He gave a smug grin, tugging you along to his room—tried to tug, kind of. Your pace stayed slow and leisurely while he pulled forward. It was almost comical how someone so much shorter than him was somehow strong enough to keep themself in place.
Once arrived, Floyd wasted no time in slamming the door and locking it before returning to his place; hands fiddling with your bra clip, this time clumsy and rushed. He was growing visibly frustrated as time went on without your bra unhooking, earning a scoff from you. You reached behind yourself, shooing his hands away and unhooked it easily. You slid the bra straps down your arms, allowing the piece to fall onto the ground from under your shirt.
With giddy cackles, he immediately pushed his face into your chest, fingers sinking into your cloth-protected breasts. He hated how much he’s always liked them.
“No.” You grabbed the back of his shirt, yanking him away to be met with a shocked face, quickly contorting into one of annoyance. You wanted to say you only allowed him to take off your bra because it was more comfortable for you. You didn’t really mind him touching you… he didn’t deserve that, though. “Get on the bed.”
“No.” he mocked, reaching out to squeeze your tits.
“Yes.” you hissed. You grabbed his collar to shove him in the direction of the bed. He stumbled and fell onto his back, cushioned by the mattress. Oh, he hated how much that reminded him of your first actions that caused him all of these confusing feelings.
You crawled on next to him, pulling him farther so his full body lay on the bed.
“Aye, I’m not a ragdoll!” he complained.
“Eh, you could be.”
You hooked a finger at his collar, already loosened by a few buttons.
“You like teasing your chest out to everyone, huh?” You glanced up at his face, your expression unreadable.
“Maaaybe.”
“Let’s show a lil’ more of it, then.” you mused, dragging your finger down until the last button popped undone. Your eyes scanned his body; his upper body was a tad wide, his chest and abs toned enough to be expected from a basketball player and someone who… well, someone who swam constantly. You ran a hand down his torso. “Lookit you, pretty boy.”
“I know.” Floyd snickered, shivering at your touch. You leaned down to pepper kisses along his body, the feeling tickling him enough to make him squirm. He let out a low whine, growing impatient. “I thought you were gonna take your anger out.” His voice was taunting, probably in an attempt to irk you.
“Don’t like foreplay?” You sat up and looked down upon him. Somehow, it made him feel small.
“I don’t care about that, just get on with it already.” The complaints must have worked, because you yanked down his pants in one motion, his cock springing out.
You raised a hand to Floyd’s mouth.
“Lick it.” You ordered. He knew you just wanted to use his saliva as lube to jerk him off, but a wide grin spread on his face; one everyone knew. He leaned in and bit your hand, his sharp teeth digging into your skin.
With a hiss, you grabbed him by the hair to pry him off. He looked up at you haughtily, hoping this would finally rattle you enough to be as rough with him as he always wanted you to be.
With his hair still balled in your hand, you leered at him with intensity that usually rendered everyone around you timid. Floyd, however, just seemed complacent with himself.
You grabbed one of the stray ties that littered his bed.
“Sit up.”
“No—“ The second you heard him begin to utter a refusal, you hoisted him by the collar to sit up. “Quit doin’ that!”
“Shut up.” You guided his hands behind his back, tying them together with the unused tie. Floyd pretended to pout, but he couldn’t ignore his excitement.
His anticipation turned into confusion when you slid off the bed and began rummaging around the room.
“I know you got something around here…” you mumbled, digging through his dresser drawers. Finally when you reached the bottom one, you found and retrieved a magic wand vibrator. “Figured.”
You stopped in your tracks and let out a guffaw, caught off guard. This was the first time he’d ever seen and heard you laugh, a little sad that it was in a situation like this, but he thought it sounded… cute. It was boisterous, high pitched compared to your regular voice. He let out a few giggles.
The laughter died down, and you crawled back on the bed, turning the vibe on. You started it on the lowest setting before pressing it against the tip of his cock. Floyd sucked in a breath, but still looked at her with a bored expression.
“That’s it? What, y—“ You suddenly zipped to the highest level, causing Floyd to gasp. “Ow! Fucking—“ He cut himself off with a moan.
“D’you prefer the lower one?” you asked with a small grin.
He shook his head, “Nope.” It was a little much as an immediate start, but he wouldn’t want you to know that. His jaw clenched to try and stifle his moans and mewls, watching you drag the toy along his length.
It didn’t take long for the vibrations to force out a few beads of precum, which you smeared around the head without a second thought.
His hips slowly started bucking as he was getting closer to cumming, eyes scrunching shut and turning his head to the side to focus on his breathing.
You allowed him to grind against the toy for a bit, until eventually turning it off when his breathing got noticeably ragged. His eyes cracked open with a carping groan.
“What the fuck?” Floyd whined with a glare.
“Shut up.” You waited a few beats before turning the vibrator back on the max level, making Floyd jolt with a yelp.
This time, he was more sensitive than before, and it made keeping quiet even harder. He was hoping the vibe was loud enough to mask his strained gasps and hisses.
Again he grew close, and again you pulled away his stimulation.
“Quit doing that!” He squirmed in frustration, attempting to wriggle out of the restraints.
You silently watched his chest heave with his labored breaths, a third time pressing the toy against his dick, eliciting a whine from him. When Floyd made eye contact, there was a noticeable flash of desperate pleading, his shoulders twitching as he tried miserably to grind against the vibrator. When a choked moan broke from him, you retreated the toy.
“S-stop teasing me!” he cried out, his thighs trembling underneath you. “Just let me cum!”
“You made me put up with all your stupid bullshit for weeks , and you think I’m gonna let you go easy? I’m—“ Your barred words were interrupted by Floyd’s cell phone ringing on the nightstand. You glanced at him before grabbing the phone, displaying Jade’s name.
Without hesitation, you answered it. You put it on speaker and set the phone on Floyd’s thigh. He only looked at your incredulously, mouthing something you didn’t bother to decipher.
“Are you alri—“
“Whaddyou want?”
“Hm? Why do you have Floyd’s phone?”
“I don’t. He’s here.” You idly twirled a finger around the head of his cock, Floyd’s huff audible through the phone.
“Why was he not able to answer it?”
“Busy.” You wrapped your hand around his length, squeezing lightly as you began to stroke it. He bit down on the collar of his shirt, trying to muffle his whimpers.
“I… don’t understand.”
“Just playing a game.” To emphasize yourself, you grabbed the base and smacked his cock against your other hand with a loud, wet slap! and a sharp cry from Floyd.
Silence from the phone.
“I see. I hope I’m not interrupting.”
“Not at all.” you said dismissively. “You can come over if you wanna.” You looked up at Floyd, raising a brow. After a moment, he begrudgingly nodded, and you nodded back.
“Oh… Thank you.”
“Y’know where we are.” You didn’t bother to say your goodbyes before hanging up the phone, sliding it on the floor.
“What’re you gonna do when he gets here?” There was a hint of optimism in his voice. He didn’t know if Jade would be out in the same position he’s in, if they’d be treated differently, if… if Jade would be permitted to touch you.
“Dunno.” you clicked, resting your head on his thigh while you idly slid your thumb across the slit of his cock. Each swipe earned some kind of reaction; a squirm, a huff, a whine, whatever it was, you could watch and listen forever.
Floyd’s brows were furrowed in frustration; he really didn’t want to start begging, but he was damn near close to it. Every time you touched him, he leaked with precum and it made everything so much slicker.
“…Can’t you just let me cum?”
“No.”
“You can make me cum again, just—just this once?”
“No.” And just like that, you now knew he can orgasm multiple times. Neat! You definitely won’t use that against him.
He growled, his hips trying to push into your hand until a swift knock was heard at the door. You tsked, slipping off the bed to unlock and open the door. Jade stood on the other side with his hands clasped together, eyes widened.
“May I—“
“Yep.” You pulled him in, relocking the door behind them.
“What would you—“ Without another word, you set a hand on his waist, the other gripping his jaw to plant a soft kiss to his lips. Your slow and careful touches contrasted your cold and irritated touches you gave to Floyd, it made him twitch in jealousy.
Jade’s shoulders relaxed, arms snaking around you as his eyes fluttered shut. He didn’t have the same angry lustful feelings Floyd did; he’d steal a few stares as you passed by, but that was really all. He kept out of your way most of the time, you weren’t worth the hassle.
He knew you were probably just using him to punish Floyd further, but he didn’t care. His hands traced along your sides, stopping underneath your chest.
“…May I?” he hummed, his hands inching closer.
You grabbed his hand and placed it over your tit. “It’s okay to touch me.”
Jade stiffly nodded, face flushing further. He was a bit dumbfounded. His hand squished and squeezed you experimentally.
Meanwhile, Floyd was glaring daggers at the two; you knew exactly what you was doing, you knew exactly how it made him feel.
Jade leaned in for another kiss, his body pressing against yours.
“…Prefect?” He earned a light hum and a kiss on the cheek in response. “I’ve thought about… about you. Many times.”
“Mhm? How?” You glanced over at Floyd, who was still visibly seething.
“I’ve thought about your body. About you touching me.”
“Touching you where?”
“…Everywhere .” he droned, bringing your hand up to rub his face against it before dragging it down his chest.
Floyd let out an angered growl, wriggling in his place.
“Shut up! Shut up!” He frantically tried to wipe away his frustrated tears on his shoulder. “Shrimpy, just shut up and fuck me already! Stop it!”
“No.” You guided Jade to sit on the bed before stepping back, looking around for… something again. “You got any tape in here?”
“Hm?” Jade cocked his head. “We may.”
She scoured around for a roll of tape. Scrap paper, glue sticks, a… paper puppet? Okay, whatever… Duct tape. Why he had duct tape, who knew. Maybe he just had it because he thought it’d have a use eventually; and it did.
You spun the roll on your finger as you walked back.
“Wow, extra bondage.” Floyd huffed.
“Kinda.” You pulled Floyd onto the floor. He sat on his knees in front of you, watching as you pulled the tape from the roll and used teeth to break it off. You grabbed the vibrator from the bed, placing the toy on his thigh and wrapping the tape around it to keep it in place with the head of the vibrator pushed against his cock.
“What, you're gonna make me watch or something?” he snorted.
“Yep.” You tore off another piece of tape, putting it over his mouth. “You’re cuter when you can’t talk.”
He let out a muffled whine when you turned on the toy, leaning forward as your hand pulled away to try to extend your touch.
You ignored his desperation, sitting on the bed next to Jade.
You lightly pushed him onto his back. “You’re real patient.” you murmured, kissing along his jawline.
“Thank you, Miss. It’s difficult.” he whispered, arms wrapping around you. He quietly moaned as you nipped at his collarbone. “May I take off my shirt?”
You sat back on her heels and carelessly gestured with a hand. Jade tugged away his tie, tossing it to the side while he pulled off his suit jacket. He unbuttoned the underneath shirt as quickly as he could—maybe he wasn’t as patient as you thought he was.
“Cute.” Your fingers feathered up his body and swiped over a nipple, earning a gasp.
“C-can you do that again?”
“Do what?”
“T-touch m—“ He hissed when you swirled your fingers around his nipples, his body twitching and trembling.
He arched his back as time passed, feeling himself leak through his pants from the constant teasing.
“Please, Miss.” He groaned, balling his fists in your shirt while he pulled away. “May I taste you? Please?” He slid his knees to the ground, attempting to pull you forward so he could sit between your legs.
“Such good manners.” you cooed, tucking the black streak in his hair behind his ear. “You may.”
Between quiet ‘thank you’s, he tugged on your waistband. You let out an amused him when his attempts were left fruitless, you lifted your hips slightly to aid him. Finally left in only your shirt, he stared in awe.
“I think you’re beautiful, Miss.”
“Shush.” You pulled his face closer. “No biting.”
He only nodded before shoving his face into your cunt, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. You gasped, setting a thigh on his shoulder while he traced around with the underside of his tongue.
Jade could feel his throbbing cock weep for release, the ache almost painful. His hand hovered over his belt, but quickly brought it back up to squeeze your thigh.
“Miss,” he mumbled, his voice vibrating against you, “May I touch myself?”
You nodded stiffly, relishing in the feeling of his mouth on you. He quickly fumbled with his belt, whipping it off. He popped his cock out, already slick with precum, and began stroking it. His hand twisted up and down his shaft as he tried to bury his face closer into you. With his other hand, he lightly pushed your thigh into his cheek, looking up with pleading doe-eyes.
You squeezed his head in your thighs; not hard enough to be overwhelming but enough to reward him. The feeling of him fucking his own hand mixed with your thighs hugging the sides of his head made him shiver, the vibrations of his moans making your breath hitch.
“Good boy.” you moaned, grinding against his face. Your words seemed to have stricken Floyd; he let out a loud cry of protest, muffled by the tape. It should be him, it should be him, it should be him, it should be him.
His cries and screams of frustration were masked by the sounds of the vibrator. It didn’t matter, he would have been ignored regardless.
Jade whined as his hand’s pumping grew messy and erratic. He pulled away with a large gasp for air.
“May I cum? May I please cum, Miss?” He panted desperately, his own hand merciless on himself while he imagined it was yours instead.
“Cum for me.”
“Th-thank you—“ He shoved his face into your thigh to hush his moans, his cum hitting his chest and torso. He heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his pumping slowing to a stop. He looked down at the mess he’d made of himself, fatigued already.
“Good job.” You brushed her fingers through his hair affectionately. You were surprised at how strangely obedient Jade was; you would have figured he’d try some kind of sly tricks or backhanded rebelling, but he was… good.
He pushed his head into your hand, rubbing the sweat off from his forehead. Behind you two, Floyd sat writhing and whimpering pathetically, his torso and the hems of his shirt covered in his cum. You couldn’t tell how many times he’d came just from the amount caked on him. You almost pitied him because of the relentlessly never-ending stimulation from the vibrator forced on his dick. Almost.
With a kiss on Jade’s forehead and a rub on the nape of his neck, you stood. Still seated on the floor, Jade rested his head against the bed to watch you with tired eyes as you walked away.
You stopped in front of Floyd with a stone-faced leer. You took the edge of the tape around his mouth in your fingers and ripped it off. You expected him to yell, shout, growl in rage and anguish, cuss her out, but never in a million years did you expect—
“Mommy—I… I’m s-sorry, please fuck me, please.”
He twisted and fidgeted under your touch, waiting to hear your no’s, leaning forward to try and wipe his tears on your shirt.
“…Fine.” You tore away the vibrator from his thigh, giving him the short-lived break he desperately needed. His eyes widened in surprise when you shoved him onto his back (or arms for that matter). You crawled over him, reached beneath you to wrap your fingers around his dick and align him with your pussy.
“Stoplight safe words work for you, right?”
“I don’t care, I don’t care! Just fucking do it already!” He planted a foot on the ground to try and slip himself in your cunt, his restiveness left unrewarded when you lifted your hips away from him.
“I don’t respond to that.”
He complained with a groan, lolling his head back. “Yeah, green, green, please… ” It was intriguing how quickly Floyd switched up; constantly teetering from begging to being the absolute bane of your existence.
You finally took pity upon him, plunging yourself down onto him. You took his entire cock at once, forcing a cracked whine from him. You denied him time to adjust immediately began slamming your hips down. The messy slaps of flesh on flesh combined with Floyd’s incoherent voice cracks and moaning, somebody was bound to hear. Honestly? Floyd kind of hoped for it, someone behind the door hearing him being turned into a fucktoy, a stupid slut for someone he loathed.
His arms pulled, trying to break away from the restraints around his wrists. He wanted to touch you so badly; touch your tits, your waist, your hips, your ass, your thighs, anything he could manage to get his hands on. He felt like he was being taunted, despite being ridden into fucking oblivion.
“Please, please—“ He didn’t fucking know what he was even begging for at this point. He wanted it faster, he wanted it slower, wanted it rougher, gentler, he didn’t know—he just wanted to cum again. Your soft walls around him felt so different from the vibrator, it felt so much better. His mismatched half-lidded eyes were glossy and dazed as he stared at your nails.
“C’mon. C’mon, I fuckin’ love when you hurt me.” he growled.
At least you had an excuse to use him as a punching bag. You raked your nails along his skin, coaxing hisses and choked moans from him.
“You can do fuckin’ better than that.” Floyd managed a chuckle, though it was forced and interrupted by a gasp when you squeezed around his dick. “Fuck, I know you wanna hurt me, ya wanna watch me cry and squirm, yeah?” He was just mocking her, a wide grin on his face. “Do it, then. Make me cry, Mommy. I know ya like when I call ya that.”
You were silent, your face burning red. He couldn’t tell if it was from fury or if his words turned you on more. “…Shut the fuck up.”
“Ya like when I’m under you? Hm?” His cock twitched in you. By and by, he’d managed to get a reaction out of you, and he loved it.
You gripped his throat, one of the only ways you might shut him up. “You talk way too fucking much.”
“Fuck me.” he crowed. “Harder, do it fuckin’ harder.”
You kept your steady pace, your gaze hardening. “What’d I say about talking to me like that?”
“Please, harder? Please?” His chest heaved, feeling the familiar pressure buildup within him.
“Good boy.”
“Oh, fuck.” The words made him feel tingly, overwhelmed tears welling in his eyes as you grew rough. Honestly, he’d already forgotten how he even got to this point; his thoughts were hazy. “I-I’m gonna cum—“
“No.”
The dam broke, the denial forcing a broken sob. “No, please, please , I’m sorry, I’m fuckin’ sorry—“ He babbled on with his begging, trying to bury himself deeper inside you.
“No.”
“I’m sorry, I won’t—I won’t—“ What did he do again? He can’t remember. “Fuck, please! Fuckin’ let me cum! Please, can I cum? J-just—“
“Fine.”
“Fuckin’ fina—Thank you!” Through weeps and moans, his cum coated the inside of your cunt as his back arched in pleasure.
You and Floyd stayed in place after you slowed to a stop, unmoving as you caught your breath.
“…Would you like me to get some towels?” Jade piped up after a few moments of silence. He was still seated on the ground, flushed from watching.
You glanced back at him. “Yeah… yeah, thanks.” You panted, pulling off of Floyd so you could help untie his wrists. “Sorry I didn’t do much with you. I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Thank you, Prefect.” Jade stood to his feet, legs a bit wobbly. He gave her a polite smile, slipping out of the room to leave the two alone while he grabbed what was needed.
It was silent. Floyd looked exhausted as he rubbed his face, ridding it of tear stains.
🫀 sub floyd, masturbation, fantasizing, breaking and entering, mild scent kink(?)
🫀 note: sorry this one is short. this was also written around 2 years ago 💔
Again and again and again, he keeps coming back.
With you gone running your prefect errands with Grim and the ghosts helping out with the school lunch, Ramshackle was left bare without anyone in sight.
Anyone except Floyd, of course.
He sat on the floor of your bedroom, the closet left open in his hastiness to grab the shirt he currently had his face buried in as his hand furiously pumped his cock.
He shamelessly trembled and moaned, he could be as loud as he wanted. His eyes were closed tight, his mind flooding with so many different scenarios and fantasies, some of which he hadn’t even known he’d enjoy until he was in the spur of the moment.
What would you do if you caught him like this?
He figured you would look at him with that disgusted scowl, your nose scrunched. Would you just kick him out? Would you stand there and order him to continue while you berate him, call him the freak he is? Would you join in, take out your frustrations on his body?
He remembered that one time when you jokingly said that “anything that entered your room was automatically owned by you” after he had accidentally left a lighter there. He knows you were talking about material objects, but he couldn’t help himself from declaring himself owned by you. He was just one of the many objects you owned.
He peeked out from the shirt, his eyes mindlessly searching for his—your—lighter. It was set on your nightstand, next to a glass cup that was filled with ashes. You used the lighter to burn papers. He let out a small whimper, hoping you were thinking of him as you used it, please.
Maybe you would be crueler and would let him go, only to hang this over his head to get what you wanted. You seemed like the blackmailing type.
Maybe you’d take pity on him, let him finish while reassuring that everything was alright. Hey, he could dream; of course you wouldn’t be okay with him breaking into your room to jerk himself off while he suffocated himself in your clothes.
He bucked into his hand, imagining it was yours. He could feel himself twitching; he was getting close so much faster than usual. He whined, forcing himself to the brink, then pulling his hand away just before he could cum. It was something he thought you would do. He thought you’d just want to get him to cry, to make him beg to cum.
He let himself calm down for a bit before beginning to stroke his cock again, keeping a slower pace to let himself bask in his mind again.
What if he disobeyed and came without permission? Maybe just to piss you off, he’d nip at you or try to grab you with a wide, cocky grin. He’d put up a fight, but he knew he wouldn’t let himself win in the end. Maybe you’d get angry enough and tie him down, or slap him around until he surrenders, maybe you’d give him too much of what he wanted and make him cum, and then again, and again, and again, and wouldn’t stop until he was useless.
He sobbed out a moan, his hand squeezing the tip of his dick as precum leaked out. He tried to press himself deeper into the shirt, he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in your tits.
He wanted to be put on his knees in front of you while you sat on the edge of the bed like a throne, your skirt hiked up enough to get a look at your thighs but still not enough. He wanted you to make rules for him just so he could break them, just so he could get punished, just so you could touch him in any way he could get.
He was a pathetic mess, he didn’t know what happened to him. One moment he’s knocking out debtors for Azul, the next he’s daydreaming about some woman pummeling him into the ground; in more ways than one.
“Please, just fuckin’…” he murmured, feeling the knotted pressure slowly building up again.
He hoped you thought about him like this, even if just a bit. He’d dress up for you sometimes. That one trip to the beach they had, he’d worn his shirt open for you . He prayed to the Great Sevens he caught your eye, just to make you debate what good arm candy he’d be.
His growls turned into gasps, his grip tightening ever-so-slightly. He was so close, so close, just—
A hand suddenly gripped his hair from behind him and yanked his head back, narrowed angry eyes piercing into his.
