hewwoo, if your request still open and have an empty slot, can i request azul ashengrotto (yandere if you comfortable with it) with dacryphilia. when he pounds his darling on his bed until she overstimulate, crying loudly begging him to stop, desperately try to push him. the thing is, her cries, her begging, making him more doesn't want to stop as he arouses by that🤤
Freaked Out
A/N: Hello Alice. How vulgar... Not that I mind. I pulled this out of a pit in my chest, especially with a dark trope I am fond of. Please enjoy. Or, please hate it.
You lowered your head in shame. Your hands folded tight as you started to tuck them between your thighs to keep them from shaking. “So, ‘you don’t know’, is the answer you’re giving me?” Azul blinked rapidly. He was in total disbelief that you had no genuine answer to give him. You swallowed, attempting to wet your dry throat.
Someone had stolen six hundred Thaumarks from the cash register while you were in charge of the shift. You were too scared to confront any of your co-workers. You didn’t want to accuse anyone. You were the only girl who worked at the Mostro Lounge and usually you kept to yourself.
You marked the till as normal and you awkwardly texted Azul asking if you could speak to him tomorrow on your day off. You didn’t want to get chewed out that night. You wanted to cry into your pillow trying to figure out if you would get fired or arrested or something worse you hadn’t thought of.
The only reason you became a key holder was because Azul bullied you into taking his offer. He paid you more than Crowley’s allowance did. And after getting stuck in a coffin for two hours while working at Sam’s shop, you desperately needed the career change. But your choice in jobs was now coming back to bite you in the ass.
“I… I don’t know I didn’t want anyone to get in trouble-“ Azul held up a gloved hand in irritation. His other hand was pressing against one of his temples in agitation. “I’m developing a migraine.” You would too if you were in his situation. You could feel yourself breaking out into a cold sweat. Tears began to fill your eyes and you quickly blinked them away. Stifling your sniffles as your eyes remained lowered to your shoes.
No one on campus would trust you with anything. They would think you’re a thief. You wouldn’t be able to show your face anywhere. Even if you ran away to hide on the island and look for work; word spreads like wildfire between Night Raven College and Royal Swords Academy. All the townspeople would be caught in between.
You didn’t notice Azul staring at you. Eyeing you up and down with a quirked eyebrow. He shifted in his seat. Adjusting his hips to be more comfortable in his chair. “Do you feel guilt over what happened?” Azul asked, his voice like satin as you started to sob. Of course you felt guilt. You felt terrible.
Azul slowly stood up from his desk. His chair creaked as he grabbed his cane. “You know,” his gloved hand began to glide over the wooden surface of his desk. His cane tapped against the floor with each step he took. “they say tears never solve anything.” You pulled your hands from your lap, wiping at your face with soft sniffles. “I disagree.” He was walking towards you now. His steps slow as you felt your stomach start to churn.
Your instincts say that something is wrong. “Sorry-” You went to apologize again, your voice soft as you noticed the polished ends of Azul’s black dress shoes entering your vision. “No need to apologize.” He chuckled. You flinched and yanked away when you felt his gloved hand resting on the top of your head. You knew where this was going. And you planned to decline. “Oh- Um... Grim is waiting for me. I understand I’m being fired-” As you moved to stand, Azul gripped your shoulder and shoved you back down on the couch.
The force made you wince as you fought back more tears. “Who said you were leaving? Grim will be fine for another thirty minutes.” The Mostro Lounge was still on operating hours. You brough Grim along to phrase it as a work meeting and leaving him with some money to get lunch and wait for you. You told him it wouldn’t take too long. You wanted to apologize to Azul again. It was your fault someone snuck their hands in the register while you were in charge. You should have been paying attention. “I-I’m sorry- Really I should go-” You yelped as Azul grabbed your shoulder again. Trying to force you to lay down on the faux leather couch.
His cane was discarded and leaning against the furniture arm. “Don’t make this harder on yourself.” Azul growled. His gloved hand gripping you jaw tightly as you started to thrash and struggle. “Wai- No! Stop!” You begged. You were starting to hyperventilate as you tried shoving him off. Your hands pressed at his shoulders, but he wouldn’t budge. “I’ll work every day to pay you back! For free! Until it’s paid!” Your tears came streaming down your cheeks again. Your face hot and nose becoming stuffed as you kicked your legs, trying to get Azul off of you.
“You can pay me back this way.” His voice was colder now as he licked your cheek. Lapping up your tears as you struggled underneath him. You were quickly exhausting yourself as his hands worked on your jeans, trying to get them down and off your legs. You tried screaming again. Begging for someone to come running and save you from Azul. The cool air in the office hit your clothed cunt. Your eyes widened as you wriggled around, momentarily getting free as you tried to kick and crawl away from the cushions.
But to no avail. You only aided Azul in removing your pants. One of your shoes was discarded as he grabbed you roughly by the arm. With a yank, you were back to square one. Your throat was becoming raw from screaming and crying. You didn’t want to give up hope just yet. Someone would save you. You just had to hold out hope. “Azul please I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I will make sure you get your money back I’ll do anything-”
“I know.”
Azul kept his grip firm on your jaw as his tongue laved over your bottom lip. You cringed in disgust and tried to turn your head away from him. Upon your refusal, he forcibly moved your head so he could get the angle he wanted. He tried again, forcing his mouth on yours as you grit your teeth tight. You were disgusted by the sensation of his tongue trying to snake into your mouth. Your hands pushed and your legs weakly kicked as he was on top of you. Nestled between your parted thighs as he rut his hips gently into your clothed pussy.
You could feel how hard he was. How badly he wanted to continue even with your desperate protests. There was a knock on the door. Azul paused and raised his head. His hips slowing to a stop as you took in a deep inhale, ready to scream until Azul pressed his hand over your mouth, He forced your head hard against the cushions as your hands flew to claw at his arms and his hand in an attempt to pry him off.
Azul is far stronger than he looks. “Who is it?” He called out, attempting to mask his annoyance. Of course he would be upset that someone was disturbing him. Your nails dragged over Azul’s clothes as you continued to fight. “Grim was asking about the Prefect of Ramshackle.” The voice belonged to Jade. You tried screaming and biting at Azul’s hand. He flinched and almost yanked his hand away from the pain. “I was wondering if you had seen her.” Jade’s comment made your eyebrows knit.
Jade knew you were back here in Azul’s office. He walked you to the door when you came in. It only took a second to realize what Jade was really asking. He wanted to know what he should tell Grim. “She’s a little busy right now.” Azul responded, looking down at you with a frown. “Tell Grim that it will be another thirty minutes.” You were feeling hopeless now as Jade walked away from the office without another word. Of course he wouldn’t help you. His loyalty lies with Azul.
You blinked away another stream of tears as Azul’s left hand wrapped around your throat. His fingers began to squeeze tight into the sides of your neck as you gagged and gasped. “I don’t appreciate being bitten. Are you an animal?” His tone was venomous as you grabbed his wrist. Struggling to breathe as he ground his pelvis roughly against yours. “Stah...” You couldn’t breathe.
When he loosened his grip; you gasped. Your lungs burned and you felt light headed. You coughed, sputtering as he started to yank at your jeans. Getting them down your legs as he choked you again. You couldn’t scream and fight. Your first instinct was to survive now. Azul was strangling you against the couch as you started to give up. If you gave up he might stop choking you. You finally looked up at him. Your eyes wet with tears and your heart sinking into your stomach like a heavy stone.
He was flushed. His expression dreamy as he watched you struggling underneath him. Azul was turned on. You wanted to call him disgusting. But as he loosened his grip again you gasped and coughed once more. “Those tears of yours... Are you trying to seduce me?” Azul whispered as you rapidly shook your head. You wanted to apologize for the money situation last night. You didn’t want this to be the outcome. You would have much rather gotten fired and what little reputation you had dragged through the mud.
“Don’t lie to me.” Azul murmured as his gloved thumb rolled over your budding clit. Forcing the soft cotton fabric to scratch roughly against the fleshy pearl of nerves. Azul rested his hand against your neck, threatening at any time to squeeze and cut off your oxygen at any time. “Azul please stop- Please let me go...” You begged softly, blinking away more tears as your face went hot. Your nose stuffed and clogged with mucus as you felt Azul’s gloved fingers crawling into the crotch of your panties. Rubbing slowly over your puffy folds and coating the fabric of his pure white gloves in your slick.
You weren’t wet because you liked this. It was a reaction to him stimulating your clit. You wouldn’t like this. You don’t like this... You don’t like Azul...
There was the hurried jingle of his belt being loosened. Your eyes widened in terror as he nestled himself between your parted thighs. You could see his cock, long and flushed a peach pink color at the tip. Azul pulled at your panties until the fabric ripped and stretched. Leaving you exposed to his starving gaze. He swatted it against the entrance of your pussy. Grinding the tip against your clit as your grit your teeth.
He didn’t finger you. He didn’t stretch you. He didn’t prep you at all. Because you know that he wants you to cry even more. Azul was getting off to you struggling and begging for him to stop. He was aroused by your suffering.
Because he’s freaked the fuck out.
You let out a quiet string of ‘no no no’s as he began to sink inside of you. His fingers gripping your throat as again as he let out a long groan from on top of you. Your legs began to shake as your walls were forcibly stretched. They convulsed and struggled to grow accustomed to the intrusion as you let out a strangled cry. Your tears rolled down your cheeks faster as a burning sensation lit up between your thighs. Your stomach tightened as he rocked his hips in and out of you.
It was painful. You blinked away the tears as your hands shoved and punched at his arms and shoulders. When you pushed at his face, almost knocking away his glassed was when he laid on top of you. Your body flattened beneath his as he moved faster. His moans and whines in your ear as he roughly bit your earlobe. You yelped in pain as one of your heels dug into his back. Your other leg was dangling limp on the edge of the couch as you tried screaming again.
Your throat was sore and raw, and it came out like weak whines for him to stop or slow down. His cock was beating into you. The tip drilling into the soft patch of nerves inside of your pussy. The more you cried and complained, the rougher he became. You wondered if the wetness between your thighs was slick, blood, or Azul’s cum. You didn’t want to look or ask. Your tits were crushed against his chest as one of his hands held your hip. Angling you into the position he needed as his balls swatted against your ass.
Your toes curled tight in your shoes as you looked up at the ceiling. Your hands clawing at his back as you blinked away tear after tear. You were lightheaded now. Your body trembling as your orgasm washed over you against your will. Your vision flashed and dotted with sparks of light as your pussy clenched and gripped tightly around Azul’s cock. You thought you were on the brink of unconsciousness. At that point you were begging to pass out. Just so you could be freed from this nightmare.
“I love you.” Azul whispered, and you grimaced in disgust.
He’s a liar.
You felt a briny warmth bloom inside of your cunt and you clenched your jaw to bite back a scream of terror. He came inside of you. Azul’s body shuddered above you as he panted in your ear. You could feel him smiling. He began to rock his hips again. Grinding into you as your clit twitched against the base of his shaft. Then, he started to thrust. “Are you crying again?” Azul chuckled as your voice regained strength. It was even more intense now. You thrashed and kicked into the base of Azul’s spine. But he showed no signs of stopping.
His thrusts were even faster now. Slick and wet with your combined fluids as he pumped faster and faster. White strings coating his cock and making a mess of your cunt as the excess dripped down and left a small puddle beneath you both on the couch. You begged and begged, screaming until your throat was ruined. And yet no one came.
All you could do is cry and let Azul lick away the salty tears.
A/N: This is a commission for @starshiningsirius , I apologize for the wait. This was my first time writing Overblot! so I had a lot of fun. Please enjoy, or please hate it.
tags: Overblot!Leona Kingscholar x fem!reader, noncon, tw blood
wc: 3k+
You remembered being in the MagiShift stadium where the calamity began. Leona’s face was dripping in thick, black ink. The sky began to transform from bright blue into a muddied grey with lint colored clouds.
You recall the rough wind whipping against the skin of your face. The tiny granules of sand were like shards of glass cutting against your flesh as you squeezed your eyes shut in terror. The beastmans eyes darkened as he looked at you and the others with nothing but animosity. Ruggie had fallen unconscious after almost dying, Lilia’s expression was shocked as he raised his mage pen as Leona transformed into a monster.
When you tried to open your eyes again, it was too late. Everyone was shouting your name through the whirlwinds of sand. You were sinking into a sea of ink and mud. You started to flail and thrash, feeling Cater and his clones trying to pull and yank you free. All attempts were futile as you sank deeper and deeper into the mass.
When you were swallowed whole, you free-fell into a new world. Your body felt like it was coated in a sheet of molasses. You landed in another thick pool of wet mud and ink as you gasped and panicked, crawling out as fast as possible. Your heart pounding in your chest with the fear of death via drowning. You reached stable ground; a platform of dry, wooden planks.
You kicked away from the mound of wet sand with panicked eyes as you looked around in terror. It was an alternate version of Savanaclaw. Floating in a pitch black void. The dorm in ruins and falling apart as it floated on sheets of stone. The intense heat left sweat beading on your temple as you blinked to wet your drying eyes. The mud and ink was drying fast and crumbling away on your skin and clothes.
You felt disgusting.
You tried to steady your breathing as you got to your feet, seeing the long rope bridge leading towards the dorm. Your breaths were shallow as you grabbed the rope, walking slowly as you snapped your head in each direction in hopes of see a friendly face. You looked down at yourself now.
The amalgamation of sand and magical waste stained your clothes and you cringed. There’s a washroom somewhere in the dorm. Hopefully you could quickly clean yourself and find something to wear. Someone would be able to save you. Hopefully you could hide in the showers or in an empty dorm.
You dealt with Riddle overblotting and having his tantrum a month prior. Watching rose bushes being ripped from the ground and the world being split open. That was nothing compared to this. Leona’s overblot was a new form of terrifying. You sniffled as you walked on. There was no point in crying, even if you wanted to.
There was no one around to help you. Not right now. You could complain and cry about how scared you were once you got out of here. You scrunched your nose as the scorching, dry air left the substance clinging to you stink. Like a cracked open ink pen and soil on fire.
You were becoming nauseous as you crossed the bridge onto the platform of the dorm. Entering a small balcony space where you rested a hand against the smooth stone wall. You took shallow breaths as your eyes fluttered shut again. The surface was cool and offered respite from the burning air. Your hair was becoming crunchy and hard the longer you stayed in the open air. You pressed on through the dorm and searched the dorms looking for the washroom.
You stopped in one room, noticing that it belonged to Ruggie. His familiar giraffe patterned bedsheets and his lucky warthog he kept on his desk. You stepped into the room and nudged the door shut. “Sorry Ruggie... When I get out of here, I’ll wash and return everything...” You apologized softly as you maneuvered around the room. You crouched to sift through his dresser drawers.
You grabbed an oversized tan shirt with white stripes across the sleeves, and a pair of blue shorts with a drawstring. You felt a wave of anxiety knowing you would have to step back out into the unknown. You clutched tightly to Ruggie’s clothes as you poked your head out of his dorm and cautiously looked up and down the hall for any signs of life. You hadn’t seen or heard Leona or anyone.
You didn’t want to die here.
Once the door was pulled shut, you hurried back down the hall. You kept your steps light and quick as you traveled through the maze like dorm. Crossing another rope bridge as you felt your lips starting to dry in the intense heat. Sweat rolling down your face as you fought the urge to smear filth across your face for the sake of wiping your brow.
On the next platform, you felt at ease. You finally reached a familiar looking hallway. Your steps hastened and your eyes widened with hope. This is where the washroom should be. Usually there would be feelings of embarrassment. The bath was open air and Savanaclaw was a very intimidating dorm to visit. But no one was here, at least not yet.
And this was an emergency. You made the choice to take a shower first. You couldn’t bear the scent and sensation of the ink and sand clinging to your skin and clothes. You passed through the curtain of colorful beads and stones separating the dorm from the washroom.
It was much cooler here than the rest of the dorm. You quickly kicked off your shoes, yanking off your socks and tossing them near one of the sinks. You shed the last remaining articles of clothing before taking Ruggie’s bunched up clothes and leaving them on the edge of a sink.
It would be quick. You would wash your skin clean and then get out of here. You swallowed nervously, praying to anyone who was listening to grant you the grace of running water. And your prayers were answered as you turned the knob and were met with a lukewarm shower rushing over you. A gasp escaped your lips as the water rushed over your bare body as you reached back and pulled the opaque curtain shut behind you.
You didn’t have any soap, and that would be an issue for later when you got back to your dorm. You carefully combed your fingers through your filthy hair. Looking down at the metal drain near your toes as the water turned dark brown then black. Clumps of mud and dried ink clotted up around your feet as you scrubbed at your arms and your body to rid your skin of the dried ink and dirt.
You felt much better under the cool water. A pleased sigh escaped your lips as you watched the water finally running clear. You shut off the water, stepping out of the shower and quickly glancing around with rapid blinks. Your brows began to furrow as you clung to the shower curtain for coverage. The room was much hotter than you remembered.
Your heart was pounding again, your mouth filled with cotton as you rushed over to the edge of the sink where you left Ruggie’s bunched up clothes. You knew something was wrong. You left a puddle of water trailing behind you as you grabbed the clothes.
The feeling of the cotton fabric on your wet skin was uncomfortable. Your wet hair clung to your neck and forehead. Your eyes widened in shock as you felt your wet hair starting to dry. Your skin no longer moist from the lukewarm water. Your heart constricted with terror as you heard a low growling from the washroom doorway. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and you froze in fear. Your bottom lip trembled as you blinked away a small string of tears.
Leona wouldn’t hurt you. He’s not like that. Leona isn’t himself right now, that’s all.
The stench of resin and dirt filled the washroom. You could hear the rumble in his chest and the click of his nails against the tile. Your legs finally listened to your brain as you backed away slowly. Your hands shaking as you hugged yourself. Your lips parted as you started to gasp and pant, doing all you could not to scream. You wanted to believe Leona wouldn’t hurt you. Then you remembered what happened with his plan to get rid of Malleus. And how he tried to kill Ruggie. And how you ended up here against your will. Leona is just confused. That’s what happens with overblot.
“Herbivore.” The petname made your stomach churn as a yelp left your lips. “Just come out where I can see you. Don’t make this hard on yourself.” You swallowed with a small shake of your head. You could hear him coming closer and closer as you began to circle through the washroom towards the doorway. Once Leona picked up speed and you caught a glimpse of his clawed hand; you took off sprinting.
You started screaming as you raced through the beaded curtain and down the hall. Abandoning your clothes as you held onto the waistband of Ruggie’s oversized shorts. Pulling at the drawstring with pants and gasps as your bare feet smacked against the wood and stone flooring. Tears rolled down your cheeks and your chest began to burn from the lack of oxygen in the hot air.
You had no destination in mind other than whatever your brain deemed as ‘safe enough for now’. You rounded corner after corner, bumping into walls and stumbling from exhaustion. You could hear a distant roar, and you knew Leona was close. “Someone help me!” You screamed and cried. You wished that someone would magically appear and pull you into their arms, fending Leona off with magic. You wanted this to become nothing more than a fuzzy bad dream. But no one was coming. No one could hear you. It was just you, and the overblotted Leona.
When his clawed hand grabbed you by the back of Ruggie’s baggy shirt you gagged. The collar began to strangle you as he dragged you away from your aimless sprint. You kicked your feet, crying and howling for Leona to let you walk free. Was he planning to kill you for sticking your nose where it didn’t belong? That was Crowley’s fault. He MADE you investigate what was going on. You heard a rumor that some beastmen eat humans and mermen if they’re hungry enough. You felt your blood run cold as he continued dragging you away.
You knew where he was going. This was the path to his bedroom. “L-Leona! I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-”
“Be quiet.” He commanded as your hands began to shake. Your knees gave out from exhaustion as you tried to weakly kick and get free. You continued pulling at the shirt collar in hopes of getting more air. You didn’t want to die from asphyxiation. You didn’t want to die at all. “I-I didn’t- I’m-” You were at a loss for words. You didn’t know how to bargain with him. “That was a good chase Herbivore.” Leona commented. It sounded like he was praising you.
You remembered something you heard from the Floyd when you were managing the basketball club. A passing dirty comment on how predators love to chase their food. When it’s scared and the adrenaline is high; it makes the food taste better. The chase can be so arousing for predators. Floyd claimed that if someone he liked looked scared or ran from him, he would have a boner. You swallowed fearfully, blinking away more and more tears as Leona opened a door and pulled you into the room. Your face became hot as you tried to force a smile on your face.
Leona was going to kill you and it’s everyone else's fault. “Leona-” Your whimper turned into a shriek as he pulled you up to your feet. His grip was iron as his sharp nails tore the shirt to pieces. You tried fighting him off again with renewed strength. Your back was now facing him as his sharp teeth sank into your shoulder with a single minded task. If
Leona’s intentions weren’t to eat you, then you knew what he was trying to do.
It might calm him down if you allow it. He might let you go. Maybe this is how you stop his overblotted state. You gasped and cried in pain. Blood began flowing down your shoulder as he lapped and sucked at your wound. His hips rutting into your ass as he began to force you to bend over the foot of his bed. To present your ass to him like a cat in heat. You feared that fighting any longer would agitate him. But you didn’t want this to hurt.
His nails were sharp, the idea of them penetrating your cunt made your body tremble in horror. You weren’t getting wet due to the stress. Nothing about this would end up being pleasant for you. You tried weakly pushing him away again as Leona leaned over you. Your chest exposed and tits wobbling free as he tossed the shredded shirt to the floor and out of sight.
You used a hand to steady yourself on the mattress. You were sweating again from the intense heat and the pressure you were at risk of cracking under. “Your scent...” He murmured as his hooked tongue licked away the blood on your shoulder. If he had sank his teeth in your neck you would have died. His sharp nails dragged along the side of your body as you sobbed quietly against the bed. This will all be over soon. Someone will come to your rescue.
“Please let me go.” You pleaded weakly as he began to rip the shorts off of you. The warm air left your skin prickling with goosebumps as one of his strong hands pinned you down to keep you still on the mattress. “You don’t want to stay with me?” Leona sounded irritated as you stayed silent. Hiding your face as you felt something rubbing against your sweat slicked cunt. You didn’t know if shaking your head was a safe thing to do. “I know you want this,” He growled. You could feel his weight settling on top of you. The heat was intense. The ink coating your skin from Leona’s body felt like an adhesive slime. The scent made you gag as the grinding continued. “I know you want me.”
You felt an intrusion. You wanted to cry again, but your eyes were dry now. All you could do now was scream. You begged Leona to let you go. To return to the way he was before. The pain was bordering unbearable now. The sensation of his penis filling you was like your insides were being grated by his cock. It was both thick and long. The push felt endless as he groaned in pleasure from above you. The spines were ripping up your inner walls as he began to steadily thrust.
Dragging in and out slowly to make the burning pain last. It was like some sort of punishment for a crime you didn’t commit. You started to drool. Screaming as you screwed your eyes shut from the agony. His hand that once pinned you down to the bed caught a fistful of your hair. Yanking your head back as he fucked you. His hips picking up speed as he growled in your ear. “Crying? Is it that hard for you Herbivore?” Leona was laughing at your pain. It amused him.
You looked pathetic to him. Of course you did. You didn’t answer as you started to give up. Your eyes stayed shut and your body began going limp. The heavy slap of his balls against your clit made you dizzy. The feeling of the spines against your walls felt pleasurable now as your legs quivered. You didn’t know if you were going to cum or urinate.
He was licking your shoulder again. He was moaning in pleasure. Taking everything from your weak and now submissive body as you remained limp and let him. Telling yourself over and over in silence it would end soon. “Fuck- I’m so close. Can you feel it? Can you feel my cock?” Leona asked and you refused to answer him. Your face was hot as your skin dripped with sweat. Your legs weak as his other hand pulled your hip into his cock. He was rougher, fucking you harder. You thought that the shape of his cock would be engrained into your pussy.
That the tip battering your poor cervix would leave a dent forever that would never heal. Your eyes fluttered and rolled into the back of your head as you let out a final scream. It was weak and breathless as you gave out. Cumming and wetting his cock as the incessant thrusts began to stutter. “Cumming!” He growled as he let go of his hold on your aching scalp to hold your hips. His cock pulsing deep inside of your hole and flooding it with sperm.
You exhaled weakly as he rutted his hips. Riding out the shockwaves of his orgasm as he roared. You were tired. You couldn’t keep your eyes open much longer. The moment Leona’s softened cock slipped free from your hole; you sank to the floor. Landing on your knees before falling over and fainting.
When you woke up again it was nothing but dread. You were now lying on a bed of soft sand. The grains clinging to your skin and dirtying whatever was left of Ruggie’s clothes. The heat was intense, stuffing your lungs and leaving you feeling suffocated. It looked like you were still in Leona’s dorm room. Laying on the pile of sand near his bed. You didn’t have the strength to lift your head. All you could do was look with your eyes. You were beyond exhausted.
You didn’t see anyone. But you could hear someone, or something approaching.
A/N: You should learn to smile and laugh. An odd rarepair. A fic that preformed... Somewhat well. It's funny that they're April Birthday Buddies. It works perfect for me. Not to mention 2023 was the year of the rabbit. So let's travel back in time.
tags: Ruggie Bucchi x fem!reader x Vil Schoenheit, noncon, aphrodisiac
wc: 6.2k+
notifs: @atilracs + feel free to fill out my tag list for future works!
You received a flier just as classes were about to begin. Jade smiled down at you as the pair of slimy eels explained that they were planning to have a ‘Bunny Party’ in the Mostro Lounge. It would be fun, and they urged you to agree to come tonight. They each handed you a small voucher where you would be able to sit with not one, but two rabbits of your choosing.
You weren’t sure what you were expecting when they said the theme was ‘Bunny Party’. Maybe you were hoping for a petting zoo with cute rabbits hopping around and visiting the guests. Maybe you were looking forward to frills, ribbons, and White Rabbit Fest themed decor. But all your assumptions would be proven wrong the moment you entered the Mostro Lounge.
You sat in a small booth pushed into one of the corners near the bar. Your eyes wide as you looked out into the dimmed lounge space. The servers who usually dressed in neat suits and scarves had been stripped down and dressed in one piece pleather garments ranging in all sorts of assorted colors with matching bunny ear headbands. Some of the men wore tights, some wore stockings, some wore fishnets, some left their gorgeously toned legs bare. And all of them wore heels. No exceptions for anyone.
It was a sight to behold. You sank back against the dark vinyl seat in silence. Just staring as you scanned the sea of scantily clad men for any signs of familiar faces. You could see a few embarrassed expressions. Most were confident wearing a women's costume to show off their handsome bodies. There were a few teases from friends and wolf whistles that occasionally cut through the slow jazz music in the lounge. Sometimes you could feel a wave of sexual tension in the small space. Or maybe that was just your imagination.
What wasn’t part of your imagination was a pair of ‘bunnies’ you didn’t expect to see together.
The constantly scheming Ruggie Bucchi wore a smile on his face. He was no rookie when it came to working in the kitchen or waiting tables in the Mostro Lounge. And here he was in one of the bunny suit costumes. The black patent leather was shiny as if Ruggie’s torso had been coated in black ink. He had a matching pair of black bunny ears that looked silly sitting in front of his real ones. In his hands was a small notepad and a pen, and you noticed an assortment of jingling gold bracelets around his wrists. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite stray kitty.” He teased as he eyed you over. His drooping eyes were amused when you glanced down to see his brown stockings and his short black heels.
Your lips remained parted in shock as his partner sighed beside him. A pencil tucked behind his ear and a grimace on his face. “Close your mouth. Gawking is unattractive.” The man beside him slid a finger under your chin and tapped upwards. Vil was not someone you ever expected to step foot into the Mostro Lounge. Actually, you wouldn’t expect to see him within 100 feet of this place. It seemed beneath him. You wanted to take a picture of them standing together.
Vil was wearing a bunny body suit and matching ears as well. It was an ivory color that looked to be embedded with glitter with a smooth, gloss finish over it. Instead of brown stockings, he wore white fishnets. They hugged his long, toned legs and vanished underneath his bunny suit. Of course he was wearing heels as well. And you swallowed at the sight of his white heels and their red bottoms. How expensive. They both wore matching bowties corresponding with their suit colors of black and white. In contrast to Ruggie’s expensive looking bracelets, Vil had a set of dangling crystal earrings and a thin glass bracelet around his wrist.
“Why..?” You trailed off as Ruggie started to snicker in amusement. Your cheeks grew warm. Vil sighed and rested his hands on his hips. “Why are you guys here? Together..?” You saw on the flier that the staff at the Mostro Lounge would not have any part timers on the clock. “As if I would skip out on makin’ dough!” Ruggie cackled with his arms crossed over his chest. “Azul said he needed an extra waiter, so if I put the costume on and didn’t tell anyone else on part-time hours I was workin’ tonight, I could get a pass.” That made sense.
Ruggie was always open to making money even if it included crossdressing. “Besides I look good don’t I?” He asked sweetly with his fingers pulling gently on one of the long black rabbit ears. You smiled with a soft laugh and nodded. It didn’t look bad on him. It hugged the best parts of his body and there was a small gap near the chest when he leaned over. Right, these costumes were for someone with breasts. Vil pushed a laminated menu towards you in silence; you could tell he wasn’t having as much fun. “Vil-” He held up a manicured finger to stop you. “I am here because I want to be.” Vil stated firmly. You noticed a slight flush on his cheeks as you pulled the menu closer to you. His glass bracelet shimmered like fine crystal.
“And,” Ruggie chimed in as he reached a hand back and swatted Vil’s ass. The sound made you jolt as Vil balled up his fist, twisting in the hyena’s direction ready to punch him. He grabbed an ear on Ruggie’s headband in his grip. His pearly white teeth clenched in anger as Ruggie snickered and slipped away. He hugged Vil from behind, snaking his hands up to cup the upperclassmen's chest until the top of the suit could be shucked down to reveal a very rosy set of nipples. “he looks fantastic in this outfit.” Ruggie groped the mounds of muscle until Vil skittered away with an expression of disgust. “Why I never-?!” Vil is just as flabbergasted as you are.
The tips of his ears are bright red. You had never seen thee Vil Schoenheit so flustered. “I would never dress this way if not for ensuring the future of my career!” Vil gasped as Ruggie rolled his eyes in response. “Yeah, yeah. You’re using this as acting credit, you need field work, all that.” You watched as Ruggie started to chase around and terrorize Vil with soft snickers. A wild hyena in rabbits clothing. And a queen who is now serving those beneath her.
You lifted the menu hoping to hide your lingering gaze. Crossing one leg over the other as you filled with excitement. The view was stimulating. You had never seen the duo interact and it was fun seeing Vil’s usually composed nature starting to unravel due to Ruggie’s antics. The hyena pinched and pet and teased the taller blond. Getting Vil’s face to fill with splotches of red from the unwanted attention. You were starting to feel just as flustered from watching. And you weren’t the one being touched. There was a comment about Vil getting way more tips if he showed off more skin. You could see Ruggie’s crotch pressed against Vil’s ass. Completely ignoring the blond’s distress. The compliment (if you could call it that) wasn’t appreciated.
Vil had had enough and smacked the beastman’s hands away. His hands hiding his chest protectively to prevent anymore groping. “Enough! Truly you have no shame in the things you do!” He gasped and Ruggie let out another snicker. “Am I not allowed to be honest? You push yourself to be this MagiCam hottie right? Now you’re mad that I’m fawning over you? That’s a little backwards if you ask me.” Ruggie snorted as Vil turned up his nose. “I am a luxury to be ogled, not groped by filthy hands.” Vil stepped away from Ruggie with a hardened expression. His pale face was flushed down to his collarbones. He mumbled something about ‘wishing he invited Rook along’. In your mind you could imagine Rook reacting the same way. Just less handsy and way more vocal.
With all the commotion between Vil and Ruggie, another pair of faces emerged. It was the Tweels finally coming to check on you. They wore matching black bunny suits with teal colored bow ties and matching white heels. Floyd’s brown tights were shredded and exposing extra bits of pale skin unlike his opposite twin. Their bunny headbands had one ear folded on the sides opposite of the sliver of black hair in their bangs. They were genuine mirrors of one another. A living example of the ‘Good and Evil’ twin trope.
“Oh dear, it appears two other rabbits have beat us.” Jade sighed with a soft smile. He sounded disappointed but his expression said otherwise. “Booo... Shrimpy, those vouchers were for us. Cheater.” Floyd grumbled in annoyance as you tensed up. Your fingers gripped the menu a little tighter. They didn’t tell you that. They said it was for ‘whoever you gave it to’.
“Since Betta and Remora are going first then we got next. It’s only fair.” Floyd wasn’t asking you, he was making a statement. He looped a finger in his bowtie to pull it loose as Jade chuckled to himself. There were four men crowding around your table now. Next? “Oh yeah, I forgot about the vouchers.” Ruggie hummed as a sly expression painted it’s way onto his face. “You’re giving us the tickets right?” The hyena asked as you pulled the small pieces of paper from your pocket, looking them over in confusion.
Host Voucher: Request the Company of (1) ‘Bunny’ per Ticket. Redeemable only Tonight!
You needed to use them anyway. It would be a shame not to give the tickets to anyone. You threw an apologetic smile at the Tweels as you held one ticket out in each hand to Vil and Ruggie. “Sorry guys, they did beat you to it. But you can come afterwards! I don’t mind staying.” You smiled, assuring you would stick around after the pair had their shifts ended or if they went on their lunch break. You had a bad habit when it came to people pleasing.
The group of four went silent, eerily silent. “Ehhhh? Well here, that way you keep your promise to us.” Floyd pulled out another set of papers from within the space of his chest where his skin met the leather bunny suit. He handed one to Jade and the pair seemed to cheer up instantly with the promise that you would let them serve you after Ruggie and Vil. “Don’t tap out before we get to ya Shrimpy. Or we’ll be really, reeeeaaaally mad.” He warned playfully as the twins left with light waves, giggling to each other like gossiping girls. You let out a soft sigh as Ruggie and Vil looked over the vouchers in silence. “I supposed I'm happy you gave me one.” Vil spoke up, his tone soft as his amethyst eyes refused to meet yours. “Many tonight have demanded I take one from them, since the servers are required to only take one ticket per customer.” His tone was quiet, as if the vouchers were some kind of life changing paper.
You were starting to feel uneasy. Was there something wrong with your decision? You knew that the Mostro Lounge was infamous for its rules regarding fine print. But you looked everything over so many times you had the image of the flier printed on the inside of your eyelids. Maybe it was nothing. Sometimes Jade and Floyd left your skin crawling after certain encounters. That’s what it was.
“Let’s get you started with a drink for now. How does that sound?” Vil offered with a hand motioning to the menu you never actually looked at. After all, you had two more people coming to serve you after Ruggie and Vil. It’s best to save plenty of room in your stomach. “I want to stretch out our time together as much as possible. I was required to work a ‘full shift’ per my contract with Azul.” Vil sighed and Ruggie leaned over the table to ruffle your hair. “We’ll be right back. Don’t go trying to run away from us. We’ll bring you somethin’ sweet. Non-Alcoholic of course.” He snickered as the pair dispersed while taking the menu away. Ruggie was smiling; Vil was frowning.
You still couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling. You sank against the seat again and took around the Mostro Lounge. Everything was the same just as before. The air felt tense, then it would vanish. With a swivel of your head you noticed a pair of faces you didn’t expect to see. It was Trey and Riddle speaking with Jade and Floyd. Of course, Riddle was getting riled up from Floyd’s antics. Jade seemed to be smooth talking Trey into spending some money. You couldn’t help but smile.
The anxiety you felt was just the impending doom of opening your wallet. Nothing was wrong. That’s what you wanted to keep telling yourself. Chanting it in the back of your head like a form of prayer. You were just thirsty and a little hungry. And sitting alone at a restaurant can make the space you’re in feel extremely large when it shouldn’t be.
With a sigh you pulled your phone out of your pocket to check your notifications. There was nothing. Your eyebrows furrowed as you opened the device to text Ace and Deuce. Maybe they had come to the Mostro Lounge and you guys could sit together. As you sent the text in your shared group chat you watched the reception slow before crashing. A red icon informed you that your message was undelivered.
You didn’t want to panic just yet. The phone Crowley gave you wasn’t the best. You tried again, watching the connection struggle before failing. You had only one bar of data and there was no wifi signal in here. The anxiety was starting to take over as you placed your phone on the table and looked around again. They wouldn’t be hard to spot.
Your eyes scanned the room with your gaze landing on a student in a booth not too far from you. He looked distressed, almost like he was in pain as he rubbed his temples with his fingers. That should mean nothing to you. People have headaches all the time. You reached for your phone again. This time you tried to text Epel, wanting to check in and ask if Grim was being well behaved. Another undelivered message and red icon. You tried Jack, and nothing worked.
Your throat was going dry as you tried calling Ace, and it declined immediately. You tried calling Deuce only to get the same result. Through the frustration, you decided to shut down your phone. The tried-and-true fix all. If you turned it off and turned it back on; it should work good as new. Your fight or flight was starting to kick in. But you had no reason to panic.
Something in your gut disagreed with your brain.
You tried suppressing it as your phone began to power back on. Tomorrow morning you would find Crowley and tell him that your phone is a piece of shit. If this was an emergency, you would already be dead due to his negligence.
Vil and Ruggie were making their way back to you. A grin was plastered on the beastman’s face as he carried a silver tray. Vil just trailed behind him with his arms crossed over his chest. “Sorry! Did you wait long?” Ruggie asked as he presented you a teardrop shaped glass. Inside was a shimmering red liquid that swirled and danced around a ball of ice. “N-No! It’s fine. Not long at all.” The fancy looking drink was placed on a wooden, lavender colored coaster and pushed towards you by Ruggie. Upon further inspection you noticed it was glittering from within the glass. The freezing ice was making a chilled smoke rise and fog the smooth surface of the cup.
“This is tonight's special mocktail. Please give it a try and any thoughts you may have on it.” You could tell Vil was giving his best customer service voice as his eyes fell shut. His long, golden lashes sparkled under the lights in the Mostro Lounge as you nodded. “We’re supposed to bring this to you since it’s a special menu item Azul wants to try out. Sorry if it tastes gross.” Ruggie snickered, clearly happy he’s not the one who has to drink it. You picked up the glass in your hands.
You could feel Ruggie and Vil’s eyes burning into you. A voice deep inside of you said to refuse. To not drink whatever this was that Vil and Ruggie were giving you. “What’s this called?” You asked softly, feeling the blood start to drain from your face as you sniffed it. It was red, but it had the scent of lavender. The longer you looked at it, the less consumable it appeared. “It was marked as Love Potion Number Nine in the notes. It’s super sweet, so you don’t have to finish it all.” Ruggie answered with a smile; his ears bounced as he watched you expectantly. You didn’t want to drink this.
"It’s not gross?” Your voice was even softer as you held your lips to the glass. Your hands were shaking as the voice in your head became louder. “Do you want us to drink it as well?” Vil offered as you pulled your mouth away from the glass swiftly with a nod. You needed to see them drink it so the voice would be silent. Vil took the glass from you and held it to his lips. You could hear the soft slurping as his throat bobbed, and he licked over his lips to swirl the liquid in the small cup. “It’s too sweet for me.” He frowned and the glass was passed to Ruggie next. “Spit swapping already? You don’t even know my middle name.” He joked as Vil rolled his eyes with disgust. “You don’t have a middle name.” He mumbled in annoyance.
You started to relax as Ruggie tasted the drink next, his eyes locked with yours as the anxiety faded. “I like how sweet it is. Not too bad. But I prefer to just drink water or coffee.” He was still smiling and crept around to the booth where you sat. His knee pressed against the edge of the round seat as he pushed the glass into your hands. “Now, you drink.” He instructed as his face moved closer to yours. You could smell the faint scent of hazelnut on his skin as you pressed your lips around the edge of the cup.
Then, you took a sip.
It was sweet, but not unbearable. You took another sip, enjoying the floral aftertaste that was growing addictive. Another sip, then another. Ruggie sat beside you with his arm resting behind you around the booth. His leg was pressed against yours, but you didn’t mind the close contact. In fact, you welcomed it oddly enough. You weren’t that close with Ruggie. But you felt cozy with him right next to you. “How do you feel?” Vil asked from the other side of the table. His burning gaze felt even more intense as he asked the strange question.
How did you feel? It was hard to answer. You felt like your brain was covered in syrup. Or lost in a thick fog. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t very pleasant either. You started to feel heavy, drowning in the wash of a dreamy blanket. “Tired.” You murmured as you sat the glass onto the coaster. It was half full now and you could see the round ball of ice spinning in idle as if waiting for your next sip. You noticed your words were starting to slur as you knit your brows together in confusion.
What happened? What was in that drink? Why aren’t Ruggie and Vil affected if they took a sip too?
“Wow, that worked fast. I guess they were right.” Ruggie hummed from beside you as his fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt. What was he talking about? “I do feel a bit guilty about doing this. But the twins claimed that they told the Prefect what tonight was about.” Vil sighed as he crept around to the other side of the table. His heels clicked across the floor and echoed through your skull. The voice came back. It was faint, telling you to run away. To gather all the strength you had and run without looking back.
You started to realize that Vil and Ruggie never drank from that glass.
The voice repeated itself as you started to squirm, trying to crawl over Ruggie to run away from Vil who was closing in on you from the other side of the booth. “Hey, I said don’t try runnin’ away earlier.” Ruggie teased as he started tugging at your clothes. You made a sound of disapproval, tiredly trying to bat the hands away as you felt Vil pulling at your pants from behind. “No…” You mumbled as Ruggie cupped your face in his hand. The gold bracelets were like ice against your burning skin. “No? Why not? You gave us the vouchers to serve you y'know? You can’t just say ‘no’.” He snickered and you began to feel ill.
You said no, so they can’t do this to you. They can’t. That’s how saying no works. You wriggled free from Ruggie, unaware that in the process you had assisted Vil in undressing your lower half. “I’m not sure if we’ll be successful in taking off her top.” Vil sighed, folding up your pants and the underwear you wore underneath. You despised how natural they were acting over this. They were going to have sex with your disoriented and drugged body. “Ehh, that’s fine. The important part is down there anyway.” Ruggie purred as Vil grabbed your hips. You could feel something hard and smooth rubbing against the aching hole between your thighs. “It’s wet. Should I… Request lube? That would be the right thing to do would it not?” Vil sounded concerned as Ruggie turned his head to look around in thought.
“Nah,” He spoke as you lowered your head into Ruggie’s lap, your ass in the air as tears rolled down your face. “Why don’t we use the rest of this?” He suggested with a fanged smile as you turned your head to see what he was holding. Your heart fell at the sight of the glass in his hands.
“Maybe the Prefect will get even more turned on if we put some of this inside.” Ruggie laughed and you tried squirming away again. You thrashed weakly, shaking your head as you felt one of Vil’s hands leave your hip. “No… Not there… Please…” Your voice came out croaked and weak. You were wracked with terror as you began to sob, begging that the pair would let you walk away. But those cries were ignored. You wailed, feeling long and cold fingers diving inside of you. You could feel them coated in the strange red liquid. You tried shaking your hips again as the fingers were pulled away and a sound of frustration left Vil’s mouth. “I can’t do this.” He grunted and you froze up with wide eyes.
He can’t do this? As in, he can’t go through with this? Does that mean he plans to let you go? Is he going to bargain with Ruggie?
“Move the Prefect to the table. Hurry up.” The command was cold as you let out another cry. The two of them manhandled your struggling body onto the smooth surface of the table. You tried to kick and roll away, only to have your thighs forced apart with ease. You were so weak. “Don’t…” You whispered, your head felt like it weighed over a ton as you fought to sit up. You wanted to struggle, to push them away and have them come to their senses. But the Mostro Lounge was filled with the scent of sex as you listened to the moans and whines around you.
You tiredly turned your head, feeling like a weighted stone was tied to your eyes as you captured the sight of the twins. Floyd was rubbing his tongue across the face of Riddle Rosehearts, smiling away as Riddle struggled to push him off with tears in his eyes. Jade was holding Trey’s glasses into the air as the disoriented student struggled to get them back while trying to force the bigger twin off of his lap. Did they drug the food as well? Was everyone given that horrific drink? Were you all tricked? It looked like everyone except for the workers was under the influence of something they shouldn’t be. Including you. This wasn’t what the twins talked about. They didn’t say this was part of the event.
They left this part out on purpose.
You weakly raised an arm, trying to push Vil away by the shoulder as he tilted the glass over your twitching pussy. The cold liquid was poured over your trembling clit and cascaded over your swollen folds. Your hips snapped towards the trickle of juice as a moan escaped your lips. It felt good. You hated that it felt good. Ruggie snickered and pushed a finger inside of you as Vil would tilt the glass of cold juice over your aching pussy. “It’s so hot inside. I think it’s working.” He hummed as his thumb teased your clit in slow circles. Tears began rolling down your burning face. It felt good. You hated it. It shouldn’t feel good.
You felt as if you were drunk. The world spinning and hot as your hips rutted into the air. One finger suddenly became two, pumping and curling at different speeds. Moans left your mouth with such intensity you could hardly believe it was you making such lewd noises. “Do you like being touched like this? Is that why you showed up tonight?” Vil asked softly and you shook your head in disagreement. That was wrong. “Liar.” He hummed and pinched your clit, yanking another sob out of you as you shook your head. “Stop it…” You babbled as the two ignored your desperate pleas. Their fingers were pulled away as you sniffled; tears and clear snot rolled over your face as you saw them starting to undress. No. No way.
Ruggie eagerly yanked your hips towards the edge of the table as something hard pressed against your hole. He can’t. There’s no way something like that will go in. Your arm was heavy as if it was layered in cement as you pushed at Ruggie’s shoulder. It was as if he didn’t even notice the attempt as he smirked down at you with a flushed face. The hyena slipped inside of you with no resistance as you felt an uncomfortable fullness overtake your senses. He was inside of you. There was the sensation of spines rubbing against your soft inner walls. “Huh? Sorry Prefect, this was part of the ‘bonus’ we got if we dressed up. Free sex from the patrons who were perverted enough to show up. That includes you. A little octo-pimp needed some helpers so he could test out a drug he wanted to sell to some big rich guys who visited the culture fair a few months ago.” Ruggie cooed, watching your eyes prick with tears as you stared at him with half-lidded eyes. He was blurred by your tears, but maybe that was for the best at this point.
You felt your body start to burn, growing hotter and hotter as the hyena bottomed out, slowly rutting in and out of your weak body. Your back slipped against the smooth table as he hugged one of your legs against his chest with a laugh as his hips sped up to your displeasure. The spines dragged against the inside of your hole you wanted to scream and claw at Ruggie’s skin. But you were too weak to.
Your eyes searched for Vil, hoping that he would come to your rescue, but he only stood there with his arms crossed in silence. Watching with a reddened face at your weakened state as Ruggie fucked you without remorse for the drugged state you were in. “Looking at me with such a pathetic expression.” He spoke up as tears rolled down your cheeks, the lewd smacks of Ruggie’s hips against yours made you feel embarrassed. You didn’t have any more strength to tell the hyena to stop. “Truly, why should you look at me for help? You also gave me a voucher. I plan to use you thoroughly as well. And lest you forget,” Vil grabbed your limp wrist and angled your hand to rub over his erection that was proudly pointed at your lips. “Not to mention, you still have two more ‘hosts’ that will be coming over. Since you invited them so eagerly once we finish with you.”
You felt the burn of bile starting to rise in your throat as Ruggie moaned above you. The pace was rough, almost punishing, feeling akin to him taking out his frustrations and anger on you. You had done nothing to deserve this as you laid there unable to speak. Soft moans and sobs left your mouth as you grew warm and even more boneless in the hyena’s hold. “Fffuuuck!~! You feel so good…” He purred, slowing his thrusts to roll his hips into yours. His balls smacking against your ass as you tried to form a cohesive sentence. You could feel everything happening with such a ferocious intensity it made you want to scream out.
Not in pleasure, but in desperation for someone to save you. Maybe Ace would come in and do his best to blast everyone away; Deuce would be in tow with a cauldron. Maybe Grim would burn this place to the ground. Jack would help you. Epel would help you. But none of them were here. No one was coming.
Except for Ruggie.
A gargled sound left your throat as Vil guided your hand over his length, twitching in your palm as you felt the hyena pump you full of sperm. The feeling of fullness was disgusting. The thick ropes coated the delicate walls of your womb as you spasmed around him. Your body was trying to reject him. “Don’t squeeze so hard, I might come back for seconds once Vil is done fucking you.” He warned playfully as you grit your teeth to hold in your cry. You couldn’t waste anymore tears or sobs. You needed that energy to try and fight. At least a little more. You felt him slip out of you as your pussy throbbed, pushing out the sperm that was left inside of you. Vil pulled your hand away as he and Ruggie traded places. His much taller frame was intimidating as he looked down at your weak body laid out on the table.
You wanted Vil to change his mind. To look away in disgust with himself and tell Ruggie he couldn’t do it. You wanted him to wave the white flag. But that was far too hopeful as your hand was guided over Ruggie’s cock and the hyena’s hand slipped over your gushing cunt. It leaked with a mix of your own juices, the blood colored aphrodisiac, and the beast man’s sperm. A filthy concoction of lust that made you want to gag. He spread you open with a grin as Vil gnawed on his lower lip. “Honestly… How do you expect me to feel sorry for you when you’re left in this state?” The champagne blond whispered and pushed himself inside. He was thicker than Ruggie, molding you around him as he bottomed out next.
You wanted to hit him and shove him away; it was hurting. You were sensitive. Ruggie rolled his fingers over your clit that was sticky with syrupy cum and the drying red juice. Your head was spinning as Vil began a punishing pace on your body. Hips smacking against yours as you started to cry again. You gave up. And that’s what they wanted. “Was that so hard? Just feel good with us and it won’t be so scary.” Ruggie cooed as Vil groaned from above you. His manicured nails raked over your hips and left behind raised reddening lines. It hurt. Everything was hurting. Your clit was hurting. Your pussy was hurting. Your hand was hurting. Your head was hurting. But they didn’t care.
The furious rubbing from the beastman’s fingers made your chest lock up tight. You recognized the feeling as your body went limp. You didn’t want to cum. You didn’t want them to know that your body liked how this was feeling. You hated it. “S… Sto…” Your voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper now as you trembled around Vil. “If you plan to orgasm, then do so. Stop holding back already. Or we’ll fuck it out of you again.” His hips stopped as he pulled out, and forced himself inside with a powerful thrust that left your legs shaking. “And again,” another rough thrust. “and again.” The final snap of his hips caused you to gush around Vil, your hands scrambled to hold onto something as you trembled from the aftershock.
Your eyes had run dry from the excessive shed of tears. You squeezed your hand around Ruggie who groaned in delight and grabbed a fistful of your hair. “Ohhh, you felt that good huh? See? Not so bad, yeah? Just relax.” He purred and pulled your hand away, nudging the tip of his penis against your lips as Vil started his brutalizing pace once again. You opened your mouth with distress as Ruggie slipped inside, the firm feeling of his cock pushing over the flat of your tongue made you gag around him as he pulled your head closer to his hips. You started to apply pressure with your teeth as you furrowed your brows. But this attempt didn’t last long as Ruggie yanked hard on your scalp. “If you bite me, I’ll drug you up so good everyone in this lounge will have a turn with you. And there’s over forty people in here. You want that? Wanna get your pussy used up by everyone in here?” He threatened quietly with a growl as you squeezed your eyes shut, and relaxed your jaw. You couldn’t take that many people.
You could hardly take these two.
You let yourself fall limp as you gushed around Vil a second time from the oversensitivity as Ruggie smacked his fingers roughly over your clit. You couldn’t take any more of this. The pounding in your mouth and the back of your throat was just as bad as Vil snapping against your cervix with each angry thrust. As Ruggie filled your mouth with a whiny moan, Vil had finally pushed deep inside you where he remained sheathed. His cum spilled deep inside of your womb as the crown of his penis kissed the wall of your cervix one final time as he throbbed and twitched inside of you. Your nerves were on fire; you could feel each velvety vein and pulse in both your mouth and abused pussy. Vil shook from above you before pulling out with a sigh, same with Ruggie who decided to rudely smear the remains of a sperm and spit across your face.
Your pussy fluttered weakly, trying to push out the cum and drugged juice that was stuffed deep inside by both Ruggie Bucchi and Vil Schoenheit. Your legs dangled off the table as Ruggie looked you over with a proud expression as you cringed in disgust of the aftermath. “Looks like you did great, Prefect! You’re a natural at this guinea pig stuff.” He snickered tiredly as Vil looked down at you once again. In his eyes, you could sense that maybe he felt sorry for you. How you laid across the Mostro Lounge table oozing with their loads and the blood red juice. As if you were some cheap toy ready to be thrown away after their use.
He opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by Floyd’s sharp giggle slicing through the air. “You two may finish up for the night. Thank you for your hard work and excellent service. Please feel free to use the showers in the back before heading back.” Jade smiled, his face flushed, and he appeared out of breath after what might’ve transpired between him and Trey. Floyd looked ready to go again, his bunny suit and heels discarded. He was hard, and you could see the claw marks on his shoulders left behind by Riddle as he looked at you from where you laid on the table. “Wow, they really did getcha good, huh Shrimpy?” Floyd asked as you tried to squirm into sitting up. You wanted to run away; you needed to run away. “Please, they’ve just laid there like a starfish. I was disappointed in the results your drink provided.” Vil turned up his nose and turned on his heels to walk away. He followed after Ruggie, abandoning you with two more ‘rabbits’.
A/N: Something pretty old. But... I haven't posted for Crowley yet. Let this be in honor of his previous banner rerun. Even if he does leave me enraged. Please enjoy. Or please hate this.
tags: Dire Crowley x fem!reader, sexual coercion, dubcon (extremely)
wc: 3.4k+
One day late. Two weeks late. Three months late.
You were racking up an inescapable debt each time you came to Headmage Crowley’s office with a thin yellow envelope filled with Madol. Even though he ‘generously’ allowed you and Grim to inhabit Ramshackle; it wasn’t for free. And unfortunately, completing tasks on behalf of the Headmage wasn’t enough to pay the lease of Ramshackle and its many utilities. At first, it was no big deal, a gentle slap on the wrist to encourage you to pay your dues on time.
But that was the first mistake Crowley had made with such a lenient punishment. After that you turned it in later. Again, a slap on the wrist. Then, you finally turned it on time. Except your payment was two hundred Madol short.
Anyone with eyes could tell Crowley was becoming frustrated with you. But what should he expect? You were a magicless student with no records or legal documentation. Getting a real job would be next to impossible in this world. Trying to seek work on the island would be achievable if you harbored at least one magical bone in your body.
You had to beg on your hands and knees for Sam to allow you to work part-time for mere peanuts. Even someone like him didn’t like the idea of under the table pay. It was only after he saw tears pricking the corners of your eyes that he crumbled for you. He offered you a spot after school in his shop. But you couldn’t tell anyone how you were getting paid. He could get into a lot of legal trouble believe it or not.
Even with the extra flow of income, you were still struggling. It was as if Dire Crowley wanted you like this. Pathetic. Struggling. Malnourished. And of course, overwhelmed with a crushing debt you couldn’t see yourself ever paying off until your hair turned white. Either from the killer stress, or old age.
Maybe it was a power imbalance that he liked. Seeing you plead with him for more time, shaking with anxiety like a brittle leaf clinging to a branch in winter. Tears would roll down your cheeks as he scolded you on your late payments. Your hands folded behind your back as you sniffled sadly in response. He was appalled by your lack of urgency and irresponsible behavior.
But, he is a generous man. So very generous.
His lips would curl into a sharp grin as he stroked his own ego before your very eyes. He was so generous to extend your due date, although you would still owe him next month's pay as well as what you couldn’t cover. And then you would thank him with salty tears drying on your skin. And this vicious cycle would repeat. Except your debt was only getting bigger and bigger.
You worked for both Crowley and Sam, risking your life to do what the man in the mask demanded for the price of his pocket change. After that, you would clean up and organize the strange oddities Sam had for sale in exchange for a much more rewarding payment six hours of labor could give you.
You saved up everything you had, going as far as to skip meals to save money and cutting Grim down to three tuna cans a day instead of six. Ace and Deuce, along with the rest of your friends were banished from visiting Ramshackle indefinitely. You claimed it was under renovation. The reveal was a surprise you didn’t want to be ruined by their wandering eyes. That’s why.
Not because you were in soul crushing debt. Not because the only thing you had to eat was tuna straight from the can that you had bought for Grim. Not because you had to handwash your clothes with a bar of soap worn pencil thin in your bathtub, praying that it wouldn’t rain that day.
As the newest due date approached, you stared in horror at your lack of funds. You knelt miserably beside your bed with a cascade of tears falling from your eyes. Your chest constricted from anxiety as you looked down at the wooden floor beginning to dissociate in the midst's of your panic attack.
You pondered what options you truly had once you calmed down in the dark of your room. It was long past midnight, and you didn’t have many choices left. Should you beg Leona? He would laugh in your face. Asking Kalim would be filtered through Jamil first, who would most definitely refuse. Making any deal with Azul would leave you with even more debt you physically could not endure. So, you came up with the only realistic option you had.
The next few nights after working with Sam and being sure that Grim was asleep, you snuck into the school cafeteria. You choked back the last bit of shame you had as you stood before the glowing glass pane of the vending machine. Admiring the delicious snacks you could only dream of eating. Then you sank to your knees, getting onto your hands and knees to look under the vending machines for coins and forgotten bills. Silently praying that none of the ghosts would show up and ask what you were doing. And that the paintings wouldn’t dare to speak about what they witnessed.
You swiped your hand beneath the machine. The tile was cold as dust and crumbs clung to your palms. You felt like sobbing with frustration. But what would that solve? Tears won’t fill your pockets. And it certainly wouldn’t cover the extra two thousand Madol you didn’t have.
As the day arrived for you to pay Headmage Crowley, you were indebted a total of two-thousand and six hundred Madol exactly. And even after being three months and three days behind, you still had a debt racking up. You always feared waking up to no electricity or Crowley had finally cut the heating in your dorm, but he was kinder than that. Oh so generous Crowley and his benevolence. You carried the envelope in the pocket of your blazer as you passed the students heading to leave the school, while you were heading in deeper towards Crowley’s office.
You had told Grim to go on without you, promising him you would meet him back at Ramshackle later that night. And when he asked where you were going, you just told him you needed to talk to the Headmage. You couldn’t bring yourself to discuss your money issues with someone who has no understanding of finances. It would be a waste of breath.
You stood before Headmage Crowley’s office, lifting the back of your hand to knock, but the door had already pulled itself open.
“Come in. I’ve been waiting for you.” You could hear Crowley’s exasperated tone as you inched your way into his dim office. The heavy door clicked shut behind you as you stood stiff and terrified. You looked among the floating mirrors and paintings. The paintings looked extra judgmental today. “I... Um... I have the bill money...” You pulled out a small, tan colored envelope that was tucked away in your blazer. You walked towards Crowley’s desk with your eyes lowered. Your legs began to tremble as his glowing yellow eyes watched you. A frown was planted on his lips.
“Good, good.” He purred, hands folded together as he watched your legs start to shake with fear. His cold stare grew warm with hunger. “Although,” in an instant, an invisible force yanked you forward by the collar of your uniform shirt. Your body forced itself against the dark, polished wood of his desk. “You’re late once again.” A short shriek left your lips as the force held you against the wood. Your hands nervously trying to push away from the surface did nothing to help. It was actually making it worse. The envelope of money bounced to the floor and landed on the carpet nearby. “B-But-”
“Do you do this to test my patience? Is this fun for you?” He asked with a mocking, curious tone. With a light tap of his taloned finger, your body began to force itself on top of his desk. Like a marionette on strings. It all happened so fast. Your eyes widened, and your face burned as papers were sent scattering. You sat on the Fae’s desk with your back facing the door. Your butt was planted against the cool grain, and so were the soles of your shoes. Your knees were bent and your thighs were parted wide for the older man to get a teasing glimpse of what may be hidden underneath your skirt.
“Um... Headmage Crowley..?” Your voice was shaking as the man went to stand. His leather seat creaked and there was the intimidating ‘clack’ of his gold talons resting against the dark, wooden surface on either side of your hips. “Four months.” He trailed off as the beak of his mask brushed against your cheek. You tried to shrink away from him, but the magic kept you firmly in place. “I have been oh, so, kind as to give you leniency. And yet you take it all for granted.” His glowing eyes bore into your own. One of his hands moved to hold your chin in place as he continued. “Perhaps you need... What’s the word? Oh yes; an incentive. One that will encourage you to be on time with the proper amounts owed.” He grinned as the gold talons began to dig into your soft flesh. They poked and left deep indents on your face as you shook in fear. Now it was time for the tears to form as you whispered a weak ‘I’m sorry’ in response.
You could smell his cologne. The spices and tropical fruits had become a familiar scent you associated with anxiety over the last few months. “What shall we do..?” He cooed as he moved in closer. There was tobacco lingering on his minty breath as his other taloned hand found the soft flesh of your exposed thigh. The leather and gold metal made you shudder as he dragged his faux nails along your skin; leaving raised lines along your flesh as you whimpered.
You could tell that his ‘generosity’ and ‘kindness’ were no longer available.
You didn’t want to be punished for something that was out of your control. The whole situation was completely unfair. You flinched when he moved away from your lips, moving his mouth close to the shell of your ear. A shiver ran up your spine when he chuckled with amusement at your pathetic display. You did not speak when his hands slid under your skirt to play with the hem of your panties. He tugged gently with another soft laugh against your ear. Your face burned and your nerves boiled within your stomach. Your mind raced with confusion and anxiety. You knew what kind of ‘incentive’ he was going to give you.
“Th-Three months and three days… Actually…” You blurted out before your brain could stop you. Crowley’s movements halted, and you began to regret opening your mouth. “I’m… Um… Three months and three days late… Not four months… Yet…” You swallowed down your terror, feeling unsure if you had made the situation better or worse for yourself. The Headmage let out a dark chuckle as his sharp talons released your face. He pulled at the hem of your panties and let them go with a rough snap against your hip. “Is that so?” He used his other hand and made a waving motion.
The thick, purple curtains had drawn themselves shut to shroud the two of you in a dim candlelit darkness. “Thank you for the correction.” His tone was condescending and unamused. You knew you had ruined any chance of him letting you slip away with just another lecture.
You once again felt a familiar hand tugging as he slowly slipped your panties off. The older man smiled to himself, holding them up like a trophy before bringing them to his nose for a deep sniff. Your stomach wound up with disgust as you looked away. You fought against the magic trying to close your thighs as he laughed softly in the darkness. He slipped the stolen garment into his pants pocket for future use. Whatever that use may be.
“I suppose I’ll have to be nicer, hm? Seeing as I was wrong with how late you were.” His voice was husky as he massaged your thigh in his palm gloved. His other hand joined and parted your legs forcefully. You yelped as you tried to lift your hands to cover yourself. Your skirt bunched around your hips as you screwed your eyes shut in shame. Your ears burned and you felt like screaming.
But the school was empty. And no one would ever come knocking on the Headmage’s door.
The older man leaned in again. His beak pressed against your cheek as he pinched the hem of your skirt and lifted it. Neither of you looked at what was underneath. “Oh, come now… No predator is a fan of easy prey.” He tutted softly as he slipped his hands under your rear and pulled you closer to him. The cold, gold nails pressed roughly into your skin. You feared they may draw blood.
Your heart stopped as a breathy moan escaped your lips. You didn’t mean to moan. You didn’t like this. “If you make this too easy for me… Maybe this will be your payment from now on.” He pulled back, using one hand to yank his belt free. The jingle of metal and the rustle of fabric made you twitch as you shook your head in disinterest.
You didn’t want to fuck him.
It was like a magical force compelling you to slide against the smooth wood and hook your knees over his hips. Your eyes widened in horror as you ended up on your back. Your hands gripped the edge of his desk as you attempted to sit up. You looked up at his smile as he gave you a small tilt of his head. “Hold your skirt up for me.” He commanded softly, his voice like smooth silk as the magic took over your limbs. Your hands pulled away from the edge of the desk and grabbed the hem of your skirt. You lifted the garment to give the Headmage a perfect view of your twitching hole.
You could see his leaking cock and it made your stomach twist into a tight knot. It was a deep bluish grey color. Lined in frilled ribs that seemed to flex with each eager twitch of his cock. The round tip was leaking a small stream of clear precum as you felt yourself starting to hyper ventilate. You could feel his eyes burning the sight of your pussy into his brain. And you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight of his penis. And it excited you.
It made you wet.
The feeling was embarrassing. You couldn’t stop the way your breath became labored, how your body shook from anxiety, how your pussy began to grow wetter and wetter and how your clear nectar dripped out of your opening and left a little puddle on the Headmage’s desk. You hated it.
His fingers curled around his leaking cock as a breathless sound was pulled from his throat. Your heart jumped in your chest, realizing that maybe you should’ve been participating in masturbating with the older man. But the magic wouldn’t allow you to move. With the metal nails digging into the flesh of your hips, he pulled on your smaller body with a low sigh. “Put it in.” He growled, and you felt tears roll down your face as you gave his non-human cock two slow glides from your fist.
The twitch of his penis made you flustered as your palm was coated in wet, sticky precum. You lined him up with your entrance. The tip of his penis kissed your clit with each small buck of his hips. Your pussy flexed hungrily each time, begging for more than just a few rubs. It’s a bodily reaction and you can’t help it.
Your stomach churned as tears clumped up your eyelashes. “Do I have to..?” You mumbled as he gave your hips a threatening squeeze. “Do not test my patience girl.” His voice dropped and you could hear the agitation. “Put. It. In.” His voice frightened you enough to obey. The magic would force you anyway.
You lowered yourself slowly with the Headmages assistance and clenched your jaw in discomfort. You needed to stop. It was starting to hurt. The pain was like a burning sensation that shot through your body like a vicious electric current. Your belly constricted as your pussy hugged his cock, attempting for force the intrusion out of you instead of pulling him in. This displeased Crowley. With a dramatic and disappointed sigh, he bucked his hips forward. Ignoring your pleas of distress as your hands shot up to push against his chest as he began to thrust. The wet smacks and his groans of pleasure filled the large office, paired with your meek whimpers. “W-Wait…” You whined with tears welling up in your eyes as he ignored you.
You yelped as he picked you up, your body suddenly weightless and arms scrambling to wrap around his neck as he yanked on your hips. He held your body against his as your ankles magically locked around his hips. You were being forced to meet his thrusts as his ribbed cock massaged your soft, plush walls. The frills stimulated you in a way you couldn’t imagine. You were screaming into his shoulder. Your nails gripping and digging into his clothes as your tried to bite down. Drooling and crying as he held your ass in his hands and bounced you up and down on his cock. Each glide caused your body to jump, your body shaking with overwhelming pleasure as you tried to formulate an apology of some sort to get him to stop and let you go. Even if it did feel good. You didn’t want it to feel good.
You didn’t want to come for Crowley. Every moan and sound was punched out of you with his rough thrusts that only became rougher. The mushroomy tip would knock and rub against a soft hidden pocket above your cervix, making your toes curl from the pain and pleasure. You hated that you were feeling good. You wished that you felt disgusted.
Feeling his cock throbbing inside of you as he used your worthless body to make himself feel good. This was all you were good for to him since you couldn’t pay him back financially. You liked it. The way he wielded this power over you. The way that he deemed you worthy enough to fuck and fill. To release all of that pent up frustration he felt dealing with so many rowdy students causing chaos. You babbled and shook, gushing around the Headmage with a weak cry as you fell limp in his hold. He gave you an airy laugh, hunching over as he pounded you full of cock. “Finished already? Poor thing…” He cooed sweetly, a bead of sweat rolling down his chin and landing onto your burning skin.
Your back was against the desk again as he fucked you. Your heels dug into his back as you held him tightly. The slick juices leaked down your body as the lewd wet smacks of skin grew louder and louder. The glide of his cock made you ashamed. How wet and sloppy it was and how easily he was able to penetrate and fuck you deep. Now, even deeper with you underneath him against his desk.
His hips stuttered as he let out a strangled growl of pleasure. His body shook against you as the feeling of something thick and round filled you. Your toes curled at the warm gush of sperm that followed as you tried weakly pushing him away out of disgust.
Was that an egg?
The older man only laughed in amusement through his groan of ecstasy. “Ohhhhh? …Are you upset? It’s far too late for that don’t you think?” He chuckled as you gave up and hid your face under your arms as you laid tiredly against his desk. Your thighs shook as he released his grip on your hips and gently went back to rubbing your flesh with his sharp, gold talons. “I suppose I’ll be seeing you again next month for your debt?” He asked with a slow rock of his hips. Pushing everything deeper inside of you as you weakly nodded your head.
Hi um..could u pretty pls write hcs about Jade leech being a toxic husband?
Fools Funnel
A/N: Hello Alice. I thought about this request for a little... And I found some time today. So, I hope you enjoy.
tags: Jade Leech x gn!reader, aged up au (Jade and reader are married and 21+), spousal abuse, kinda smut but its more suggestive, implied noncon
You always had a weird feeling when interacting with Jade. Like something was off about him. But that feeling always faded when he gave you his kindness. He was very kind. Sometimes he had moments where he wasn't but that was rare! You were so happy when he asked you to marry him.
You looked down at your wrists adorned in pearl bracelets and expensive gems and glass. He made you wear them. Holding it over you that he didn't have to buy it. But because he did you should show some appreciation. He was right... Maybe you were being ungrateful... You looked at the wedding band on your finger. The once platinum shine looked duller today.
Jade is so sweet. He never hit you or raised his voice. Sometimes he was a little too honest but it's because he cares. He always made it up to you with dates and kisses. Your husband is so thoughtful! He just isn't used to human social cues and took a little longer to adapt than Floyd did.
Jade pulled the door open to the restaurant for you. He led you inside with a hand pressed against your lower back. The greeter smiled at you and you nervously lowered your eyes. Jade often got mad if people paid too much attention to you in public. You let him speak for you as he motioned to you with a gloved hand. "My spouse is just shy. I'll be ordering on their behalf." Jade explained as you nodded.
You knew how strange it looked. Your lack of voice and eye contact... As if you were some kind of victim. You aren't a victim. You love Jade and he loves you. You felt his hand guiding you again. There was a tension building between you now. He was upset. "I think you're showing off too much." He whispered as he led you to the table. Distant from the door and private. You whispered a meek 'I'm sorry'. "Who are you married to?" He asked as he pulled out your chair for you.
You hated when he was mad at you.
"I'm married to you..." You whispered. His gloved hand trailed along the back of the chair before he went to sit across from you. "Good. Then act and dress like it." He smiled sweetly. Jade was right. You were showing off a lot of collarbone today.
You love Jade more than anything. Sometimes you felt like a blushing virgin in his arms.
You sat in the back of the limo. Your lips pressed against his as the taste of alcohol seeped onto your tongue. "Jade- Stop..." You begged softly. The one way window was in view. You didn't want to do this right now. You wanted the dignity of being at home. But Jade never cared what you wanted when it came to stuff like this.
He was pulling at your clothes. His teeth finding your neck as he growled against your flesh. Grumbling over how the waiter was obviously interested in you. And how that was your fault.
You love Jade so much. And he loves you! He just has a different way of showing it.
You stood in the shower. Your body pressed flush against Jades as he kissed along your skin. Telling you how much he loves you and how he's sorry for being so mean in the car. You stayed quiet. Instead your eyes zeroed in on your wedding band.
It looked like costume jewelry now. Tarnished and grey.
hello absolute!!what do you think of toxic trey in relationship with his s/o? like what are his toxic traits
Devil's Food Cake
A/N: Hello Alice. You know, Trey can be such a rotten man if he wants to be. Please enjoy. Or please hate it.
tags: Trey Clover x gn!reader, established relationship (Trey and reader are dating), implied noncon, controlling behavior
Trey is such a sweet guy! Some of your friends tell you something is off about him that they can't explain. But if you're happy; they're happy. They just don't understand Trey the way you do.
Trey held your hand tighter today. He was still mad at you after last night. You knew he planned to hold this little grudge for a while. He had a bad habit of doing that. To you it wasn't a big deal. But to him it was enough to start an argument. All you did was text Ace and Deuce good night. You had a group chat with them that Trey wasn't present in. He didn't like it. Maybe you were in the wrong for keeping it a secret... Maybe he's in the right...
Trey cares so much about you! He's always worried you aren't eating enough and he makes sure that you get all the nourishment you need!
You were silent at the diner. Trey had told you multiple times in the past that you don't need to order for yourself. And when you did he would correct the waiter or waitress that you don't want what you asked for. And he would pick for you. Maybe it was in your best interest after all.
Maybe you don't know what you want or need. Maybe Trey does this because you aren't capable of doing anything without him there to hold your hand. "What's wrong?" His voice startled you as you looked up from the small stack of pancakes. Trey's eyes looked irritated behind the thick acrylic frames and plexiglass. "Nothing! Uh, I was just thinking." You responded, earning a soft chuckle out of Trey. "Well that's dangerous."
Trey is such a helpful boyfriend. Recently you've been struggling with alchemy and needed some help. Thankfully it's his best subject and he's a great tutor.
"That's wrong again." Trey murmured against your throat. Your notebooks and pens discarded as Trey pulled you into his lap. His hands roaming greedily over your body. You flinched and squirmed. Your stomach twisting into a tight knot as you tried to push him off of you. "I-I'm sorry-"
"No you aren't. You got it wrong on purpose didn't you?" He licked a stripe over the soft skin of your throat as you squeezed your eyes shut. This was the rules when you studied together. Trey never helped you for free. If you answered three questions incorrectly then he got 'free access' from you. Then you would be free to try studying again. In a frightening way; it did help you learn. And in the end your grades improved. But that was because you didn't like his teaching methods.
You love Trey more than anything in the world. Your friends just don't get it! At least that's what Trey says. And why would he ever lie to you?
"Hey why did you leave our groupchat?" Ace and Deuce trailed after you in the crowded hallway. "Yeah, and you blocked our numbers! What's wrong?" They wanted answers from you. But you had nothing to give either of them. Once you spotted Trey waiting for you outside his classroom, you mumbled a soft 'sorry' and hastened your steps. Trey smiled at you and quickly took your hand. His grip was tight again today. "What were you guys talking about?" He asked as you flinched. You were always scared he would crush the bones in your hand. "Nothing."
A/N: This commission is for an anonymous person. But they were okay with me posting it, as long as I didn't include their name. Please enjoy.
tags: Idia Shroud x fem!reader, sexual coercion, blackmail
wc: 2k+
It was pitch black in your bedroom. The moon and stars were hidden behind dark clouds on the ink black sky. Grim was sleeping in another room, leaving you totally alone with only your phone and fears to keep you company. You sat up in bed, your knees pulled up to your chest. Your toes scrunched tight as your eyes widened at the screen. Your heart knocked against your ribcage. Your throat and mouth had gone bone dry. A number you didn’t know had sent you a link to a video and a message underneath. ‘Password; RamshackleSlut’.
You couldn’t stop your hands from shaking as you opened the link and typed in the password to access the hidden video. Tears welled in your eyes and air caught in your throat. Your stomach wound up in a tight knot as you watched in terror. It was you. There was a view of your bed, occasionally changing angles to showcase your masturbating. Legs parted with a toy stuffed between them as you mewled and gasped in ecstasy.
You thought you were going to throw up.
Another message appeared and you swiftly exited the video. ‘lol’ was all it said. You tried calling the number, tears of frustration and embarrassment streaked down your cheeks as you sniffled. Making a weak attempt to stifle a sob as the robotic phone operator informed you that the caller you were attempting to reach was unavailable. You didn’t know what to do, or why this was happening to you.
You were friendly with everyone on campus. At least friendly enough. You helped when you had time. You never caused trouble unless it was to clean up after Grim or Ace. You couldn’t recall making a single enemy. So why was this happening to you? Was it because you’re the only girl on campus? You felt a migraine developing as a text appeared. ‘icu reading my txts’ the messenger seemed annoyed by your lack of response.
As if you sobbing and sniffling in both silence and confusion was an inconvenience to them. ‘video is getting posted tmmr nite’ ‘but’ ‘if u do wat i say i wont post it’ This person was going to blackmail you. Of course. You sniffled, shaky hands typed back as tears left your vision a smeared watercolor painting. ‘What do you want?’ you couldn’t think of anything clever to say in retaliation. Once you found out who this was, you would report them to Crowley and get them expelled. You took a screenshot of the chat, scowling to yourself as the bubble appeared, then vanished. This happened a few more times before a new string of texts popped up.
‘lol u took a ss?’ ‘ur dumb asf’ ‘ill cu @ the school gate’
You sent a flurry of angry texts, but all of them went undelivered. The sender has blocked you. If you wanted actual answers you would have to go to the gate as they commanded. Your body felt shaken as you moved to stand. You slipped into a pair of sweatpants, a hoodie, and tucked your phone into your pocket. You wanted to take Grim along for backup, to have a witness and to have some form of protection against whoever this was.
You left your room and peeked down the hall. Your hands became clammy as your heart pounded in your ears. With a small shake of your head, you turned away. Making the trip down the steps alone. You didn’t want to risk putting Grim in any danger. You would hate yourself if something happened to him.
After drying any remaining tears with the base of your palms you left Ramshackle. Making your way down the long dirt path with your phone flashlight to guide you past the little stones and any hidden roots in the dirt that may cause you to stumble. Your mind was racing; your head was aching from the stress of the situation.
You debated on texting Ace or Deuce what happened. Your steps slowing as you approached the Hall of Mirrors. The school gate was a little farther. What if it was one of them? Ace and Deuce are your closest friends. Maybe you pissed them off somehow and they conspired to ruin your life with revenge porn. What if they had other videos and incriminating photos of you? You swallowed, trying to steady your breathing as you walked further.
Ace and Deuce wouldn’t do this to you. They respect you enough as a person. You wiped your eyes with your sleeves this time as you walked through the dark. Keeping your phone pointed at the ground to illuminate the path. The large gate blended into the darkness, but you could see a figure standing there. And you knew immediately who it was.
The flaming blue hair was tied up into a ponytail, and he wore a black baseball cap to obscure his face. He was wearing his navy-blue tracksuit and white running shoes. You felt bile building in your throat. Idia stood waiting with his foot tapping against the ground. Your distress was again, inconveniencing him. “Idia?” You called his name sadly, blinking away more tears as you sniffled a string of snot back.
You didn’t understand. You got along well with Idia and Ortho both. You would bring Idia his homework, and he would pay you in pirated games and tuna for Grim. You sometimes came over to read manga or watch anime with him. He showed you his favorite idol group Premo and got you into their music. Ortho loved seeing the personality improvements in Idia and actively told you that he was grateful for you giving him a chance.
Clearly that was all bullshit.
“Took you long enough. Do you know how many rhythm game tracks I perfected while waiting on you?” He sounded annoyed as you tightened your fists, running up to him wanting to punch him as hard as you could. Your phone slipped from your fingers and bounced against the hard ground, cracking the screen in three different places.
Idia was much stronger than most people thought; including you. Messing around with heavy machines all the time gave him a little more of an advantage over you. Your fist connected with his chest, but he shoved you to the ground with ease. Pain shot up your shoulder and you slowly sat up. “What’s up with you?” Idia stood over you now, a sharp tooth smile flashed on his face as he grossed his arms over his chest. You could tell your punch did enough damage to leave him cradling the spot. “Throwing a tantrum now? Lame...” He teased with an airy snicker. “That won’t solve shit... And punching me is just going to piss me off.” Idia warned as you rested on your knees now. Looking up at him with scornful eyes. “Even if you do try to beat me up; I still have that video of you.” He reminded you as you sat in a defeated silence.
“You just have to do something for me, and I won’t post it and forward it to everyone on the island.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and showed it to you. There was the video again, and he had graciously turned up the volume. Your moans poured out of the tiny speakers, your hips rocked against the toy as your face burned with disgust. Yes, it was you. Yes, you masturbated. But now you were sure you would never touch yourself ever again.
“Well... What do you want..?” You had a feeling you knew, but you didn’t want to make any suggestions first. Idia swiped his thumb against the screen. It was another video of you. And your heart sank into your stomach. You went pale and you nearly fainted as you watched in horror as you awkwardly sucked and licked your toy. Prepping it to go inside of you. “This is what I want. You look so eager in the video.” He sounded amused as the color continued to drain from your face.
You couldn’t do that. “You have-”
“I have lots of videos. Don’t feel flattered or anything it was easy to get into Ramshackle that’s all. And you’re the only girl I have access to.” He shrugged with a sigh passing his dark blue lips. “Our agreement will get the first video deleted. Eventually I’ll delete the others.” He zoomed out to show you that he had stored a large collection of photos and videos of you. You had no choice.
Just because he was showing you the evidence on his phone you knew he already had a ton of backups prepared. You nodded slowly, your shoulders sagging as you sat kneeled in front of him. The faster this ended the faster you could go back and search for the cameras in your room. You could take them to Crowley and get Idia in trouble for doing this to you. You would tell everyone what happened, and they would believe you. Why wouldn’t they?
You whispered a soft ‘okay’ under your breath and grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants. Grimacing in disgust as he quickly grabbed the back of your head. “Don’t bite me.” He warned through a sigh as you glanced around in the dark. You thought about it. “I won’t.” You grumbled. The scent of his skin was oddly clean. He smelled of fresh bar soap and a lingering hint of sweat.
You struggled to avoid pressing your lips against his brief covered crotch. His hand pressed your face closer as he urged you to continue. You awkwardly tugged at his underwear, feeling his semi hard cock twitch under your ghosting breath. “Hurry up.” Idia growled as you clenched your teeth. His nails were digging into your scalp now as his cock sprung free. It twitched against your lips, and you flinched at the taste of his clean skin. You wished that he was grosser. You wished that the taste would make you gag, you wished that there was a putrid stench collecting around his pubes.
There was none of that. And you hated it. You gasped as Idia clicked his tongue and suddenly shoved your parted lips around his shaft. Now you were gagging. Spit coated his cock as your throat violently constricted. You clawed at his thighs as Idia held your head in place, thrusting into your mouth his erratic movements. The mushroomy tip of his cock tapped roughly against the back of your throat as you struggled to breathe. Your eyes watered and you tried to push Idia away. Idia was humping your face now, grinding against your face as his dick rubbed against the soft flesh of your tongue. Drool was rolling down your chin.
“Stop it, don’t move.” He grunted as his other hand slapped at the side of your face. The harsh sting against your face made you yelp. “Just take it.” He whined as your face tenses. He slapped you again, and again, and again. Your face felt swollen as you looked up at Idia. Your eyes were apologetic; even though you had nothing to be sorry for. Your nose was shoved into the wiry hairs of his deep blue pubes. There was a pulse against your tongue, the stringy and sticky cum began to coat the back of your throat.
You squeezed your eyes shut in disgust as he held you in place, rutting into your mouth a few more times before pulling back with a lewd wet sound. His cock smeared the remaining salty fluids against your cheek. The tears returned and rolled down your cheeks. You could feel Idia staring down at you in amusement, and your looked up in shock when you saw the camera lense flash on his phone.
It caught your expression and your mouth shiny with his cum. “No-” You wailed as he grabbed your head again. Shoving you back as he tucked his phone into his pocket. The aftertaste of his sperm coated your tongue, and you felt an intense wave of anxiety washing over you. “I’ll delete the first video. But you’ll have to work for the rest.”
A/N: This is a commission for @angeltwistedfan ! It was fun to work on this since Jack is so niche. So, I hope you enjoy.
tags: Jack Howl x male!reader, aged up au (Jack is track captain), noncon, semi-exhibitionism
wc: 5k+
You didn’t stay home from school because you were sick. That was a lie you came up with so Grim would stop asking what was wrong. You waved goodbye to Grim that morning, feigning a small cough as he told you to get well soon with a flick of his tail before making a semi-futile attempt at shutting your bedroom door. Once you heard him leave, you sat up in bed with a groan. Your face in your hands as you move your fingers to rub at your temples. Skipping class just this once is okay. It won’t tank your grades, but surely you would have everyone texting you and checking on you.
You couldn’t help but want to curl up and die in bed. Or at least rot away for the day. If you had spoken up yesterday during track practice, this wouldn’t have happened. You are the beloved manager of the track club. You took everyone’s time and watched diligently to see where they needed to improve with Vargas often patting your back roughly and thanking you for the help. You weren’t much of a runner, but you admired everyone who was.
Especially Jack.
You knew what you felt towards Jack was beyond friendly affection or male envy. He had amazing muscles and yet he kept up just fine with someone as slender as Deuce. Not to mention, he’s extremely handsome. He’s your type to be specific. Tall, strong, sweet, everything you could ever want in a guy. And the sight of furry wolf ears and a tail made you a little giddy. It looked good on him, even if they are his body parts. And once he allowed you to pet his tail.
But it was because of this kindness from Jack that some of your classmates were becoming suspicious of you. You never presented yourself as interested in men, nor did you think it mattered. But to some people, it did. Yesterday, as track practice ended and you were helping clean up, two students stopped you. Their expressions were awkward at first as they herded you towards the bleachers for a private conversation. They wanted to know if you liked Jack.
You remember your heart sinking into your stomach and your face going hot. You looked away in silence first; then the duo laughed. They called you gross and pried into the reason you became the track team manager in the first place. Was it to ogle at the guys who would never want you back? Was it to get closer to Jack? Did you secretly watch everyone shower and change?
Thankfully, before things could escalate, Coach Vargas stepped in. He dragged the pair back to the locker rooms to shower and change before checking on you. You wanted to sob. But instead, you swallowed everything down with a tight nod. You joked that maybe if you had more muscle, they wouldn’t have picked on you. And to that statement, you received one of Vargas’ strong pats on the back and a laugh of amusement.
Coach Vargas was sweet, but he’s much too old for you. Maybe in another life... You loved his muscles too. But even after a kind gesture from the coach, you couldn’t bring yourself to show your face on campus. You knew rumors would start to spread the moment you showed up. Everyone would know you had a crush on Jack and that you liked men.
Your stomach was twisting in anxiety as you rolled around in bed before finally forcing yourself to get up and shower. At least the bare minimum to ease your nerves. As you stepped under the warm water, it was like nothing had changed. You were still replaying yesterday's events in your mind. You could hear the laughing vividly as you washed your hair and scrubbed your skin of filth.
You were sad in bed and now you’re sad in the shower. After a few minutes of moping and rinsing yourself clean you got out to dry off. The air was filled with steam as you grabbed a towel to wipe down with and your phone you left on the sink counter to play music. The screen was a little fogged from the shower so you had a hard time opening it. As you closed your music player, you noticed something at the bottom corner.
There was a new app on your phone. You tilted your head in confusion as you continued to dry off. The square icon was all black with a shiny pink heart in the center. “LoveTap?” You murmured in confusion as your face scrunched.
You didn’t download this. And you didn’t let Grim put his stinky little fingers on the device. Sometimes phones will install built in apps when you update them. Like utility tools and other crap that usually just took up space until you remembered to uninstall whatever it was. But something told you this wasn’t a utility app. It looked... Sexual.
Before your curiosity could be satiated by this new download; your stomach growled. You looked down and remembered you hadn’t had breakfast yet. And your skin was finally dry. It would be best to eat first and then check out what was on your phone. If it was some kind of sex app, then you wouldn’t want anyone around to see you open it. Especially the nosey ghosts who came and went from your bedroom.
xxx
It was finally the afternoon. You kept glancing at the app but the ghosts were hovering around more than usual. So you took the time to busy yourself. You did some laundry, you swept the halls of the dorm and cleaned up some of the old vacant guest rooms. The ghosts were kind enough to help since they heard from Grim that you were sick. After everything was finished and you prepared to depart, they wished that you would get well soon.
And if you died? Don’t worry, they’ll show you around the other side! You gave them an awkward smile before waving goodbye. Watching them fade away before returning to your bedroom. Now you can check out the app on your phone.
Grim wouldn’t be back from class for another hour. He was having a ‘guy hang out’ in the library with Ace and Deuce. Which just meant that he took your notebook this morning and was going to give them all your answers and work in exchange for food. You didn’t mind. You cared about Ace and Deuce to turn a blind eye.
You sat on the edge of your bed now dressed in soft sweatpants and a loose shirt. With a tap of your phone, the app opened. You were expecting something magical to happen. Maybe a burst of light or sparkles or something. But instead, it was a black screen. The disappointment was starting to settle in before your screen suddenly flashed a hot pink, then went black again.
Now you knew it wasn’t a utility app. Your eyes widened in curiosity as a white heart faded in. It floated in the center of the dark void as a string of pink text faded in next. ‘Keep your thumb pressed against the screen!’ the text commanded in glowing neon letters. You pressed your thumb against the white heart.
The animation showed the white heart filling up with a pink substance before exploding into pink sparkles. The screen went black again before a welcome box appeared. It was cream colored, different than all the pinks, and you started to wonder if this was some weird romance game.
You didn’t really want to play as a girl for something like this. And you were starting to sort through your late-night memories for any recollection of downloading new apps. This didn’t ring a bell at all. And what if this was a virus or a scam app? You grimaced as the welcome box vanished, and a new box with instructions appeared.
‘Hello, and welcome to LoveTap! This is a magical app that will allow you to physically connect with anyone with just a tap on your screen! All with a real time view! Please upload a photo, or paste a link to the MagiCam account of the person you wish to connect with!’
This is definitely a scam.
You closed out of the app with your brows furrowed and went to check online to see if anyone had any info on the app. Someone has to have posted about this. You tried searching the name and found little success. Until stumbling across a popular forum site with a post titled: ‘Weird App I Found Installed On My Phone?’.
The person details how they also had a copy of LoveTap that just showed up on their device one day. They assumed it was a virus and didn’t want to open it until someone else did it first. In the small thread someone explained that the app was legit. They brazenly opened the app and followed the instructions. For the test subject they used a female friend and were wowed by the results. The anonymous user highly recommend proceeding if you have access to the mythical app. You’ll regret not giving it a try.
You made sure to re-read everything. There was no context of what the app did exactly when you ‘connected’ with another person. It could be left vague as to not ruin the experience. Or maybe it was too difficult to explain since this app can’t be downloaded. It just comes to you.
You closed the forum and made yourself comfortable in bed. This could be a fun way to pass the time since that’s all you have until Grim gets back for dinner. Your eyes fell onto the text box politely requesting a photo or MagiCam account for the person of your choosing. You weren’t too sure if you could change your test subject of choice later.
You wracked your brain in silence wondering who to choose until it hit you. Why not use Jack? Spying on him might be a little creepy, but the app should be harmless. You’re supposed to be ‘connecting’ with the person you chose. Nothing bad would happen. This is just satiating your curiosity and if anyone got hurt in the process, you planned to apologize.
You knew Jack wasn’t the biggest fan of social media. His MagiCam account had a total of three photos, and all of them were of his cacti. So you decided to dig through your camera roll. You and Jack weren’t necessarily close friends. He was someone you admired in silence and had a healthy distance from. And Jack wasn’t someone who was looking to make friends with just anyone. After a few scrolls you found a photo you had taken of the track team during one of the meets off the island. You were in charge of documenting everything to hand over to the newspaper club. And you still had some photos left over. Thank the Seven.
You found a solo shot of Jack and decided to use that per the apps instructions. Now, you waited. There was a loading screen and soon another box informing you that you were now connected to your ‘LovelyBuddy’ via magic. Once it vanished, a pit formed in your stomach.
After closing the box that told you to ‘have fun’ you were left alone with your phone and an astonishing sight. You were now witnessing a live feed of Jack Howl during track practice. Well, it was ending now. The lowered sun cast a beautiful orange glow over his bronze skin and snow colored hair. The beatsman was talking to a small group of students. His body was coated in a thin film of sweat that sparkled with each movement of his body. You watched his chest rise and fall as he worked to catch his breath. You couldn’t help but to swallow at the sight of him and all his glory. He looked amazing even in his club uniform and sweaty. The coach called for everyone somewhere in the distance and you watched in awe as an invisible camera followed Jack. Focusing on his broad back and how the fabric clung to his body.
As you shook yourself out of your trance you started to observe everything in the corner of the screen. Only now did you understand why the person kept the description of the app vague. Your eyes darted to each corner of the screen to soak everything in.
At the bottom of the screen is a colorful toolbar. It had an array of cute icons and bubbly names for each one. It was helpful to have everything labeled since the game, if you can call it that, has no tutorial stage. From the left to the right was Controls, Toybox, and Costumes. Each one had a little image above the title with ‘Toybox’ being the most inappropriate with its depiction of dildos and other penetrative toys.
You cautiously tapped on the little joystick icon labeled ‘Controls’ to see what would happen. And to your surprise the UI changed again.
Along the right side of the screen was a gold gauge meter labeled ‘Arousal’ in bubbly pink letters. It was currently empty and self explanatory. Your face became hot as you looked at the new icon just above the gauge in the top right. There was a large pink heart labeled ‘Orgasms’ sitting at zero. Now you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to proceed.
You have a crush on Jack. You didn’t want to mess that up by perving on him with magic. You hesitated with your finger hovering over the screen. Maybe it was for the best that you close the app and delete it. No one would know you had it or did anything with it. But as you slid your finger across the screen; something else happened.
You yelped in unison with Jack. Watching him tense up with his head whipping around in shock. The noise he let out was enough to alert Coach Vargas and the rest of the team. You pressed a hand over your mouth in alarm, blinking rapidly as you stared at your screen. “Jack are you okay?” The familiar voice belonged to Deuce. The shorter man checked on Jack who quickly calmed down with a scowl. “I think a bug bit me.” The beastman didn’t sound too sure.
“Must have been a big ass bug to get a reaction out of Jack.” Another student chimed in as everyone laughed off the reaction. You exhaled through your nose as things settled down. You could tell Jack was now alert and suspicious of what could have touched him. But there’s no way he would know it was you. To avoid causing anymore trouble you waited for the team to disperse and make their way to the locker room.
You could feel yourself starting to get aroused. There was nothing particularly sexy about the other students. And you rarely entered the locker room since you had no reason to as a manager. But now that you knew you were getting a free strip show from Jack; that changes everything. You sat up straighter as he made small talk with some of the other guys. Grabbing his gym bag and making his way out of the main room and towards the showers. You wished that you could play coy with watching. You also wished that you were there in person to bury your face in Jack’s sweat slicked chest. Running your tongue over his nipples and feeling him harden against you. But not all wishes can come true today. This would be good enough for now.
Jack hummed softly to himself as he placed his bag down among the row of lockers. First he threw his jacket on the wooden bench beside his back. Next, he discarded his top. It was a shockingly graceful movement you never expected to see from a big guy like Jack. With your staring, you tried tapping him again. Your thumb tapped lightly at his chest and you watched him jolt. His ears perked up and he quickly looked around in shock.
“... ‘Fuck was that..?” He mumbled under his breath as you got a good view of his toned back. The muscles rippled with each movement as he swiveled his head around. You could hear voices in the distance as you hesitantly rubbed over the base of his tail. It was something you always wanted to do. But Jack was very open about his dislike for being pet. The sensation of glass under your thumb wasn’t the best substitute for what Jack’s tail must feel like. Especially the shimmering patch of silver velvet at the base of his spine.
With just a few rubs you watched as there was a small pink bar filling the golden gauge. Jack was getting turned on. He was looking around frantically now. Swinging his arms around trying to find the culprit. Or sniff out who was doing this. “Whoever’s doing this, knock it off.” His voice was a low growl and you pulled your thumb away from the screen.
His golden eyes surveyed the empty shower room until a pair of nude club members entered. “Jack you in here?” They called out to the beastman who perked up from the other side of the lockers. “Uh, yeah, I’m changing.” He cleared his throat as he kept his hands over the soft spot near his tail. But now he was exposed in the front. “Still? Usually you’d be in the showers right now.” There was the shuffle of a curtain as one student got in to clean themself off. “I had trouble opening my locker. Don’t mind me.” He tried to keep the conversation short.
Especially now that you’re rubbing your thumb along his stomach. Your strokes were light and you watched the gauge fill higher and higher. “If you say so! We’re all going to Crisp ‘n’ Dips later. Rumor has it they got the Ignihyde housewarden to work there! You should come with us.” The student offered as Jack clenched his jaw. His body tensing as you started to rub over his crotch. The meter spiked to half way.
“No thanks, I have to do some stuff in Savanaclaw...” He was struggling to keep it together as you noticed your swipes were tugging at his uniform shorts. “If you say so!” And with that, the conversation was replaced with the sound of shower water. You paused and eyed the toy icon. Giving Jack a break as you opened the assortments of tools you could use on him. This was wrong, sure. But it wouldn’t hurt anything as long as you didn’t get caught.
You scrolled through the many sex toys the app had in stock for you to use. It was becoming clear that this app was intended to be used on a woman. The section showcased many different toys meant for penetration and nipple stimulation. They included drawings of breasts with one toy being called ‘The Pussy Destroyer’. However, there was one toy you could use on a penis. It was a clear fleshlight with bumps on the inside and two open ends. It was better than nothing.
You swiped through with your eyes flicking up at Jack. After mumbling a soft ‘sorry’ under your breath you selected one of the toys.
It was a muzzle. The black leather wrapped around Jack’s mouth and nose. Slightly protruding out like a dogs snout as he started trying to remove it. You swatted and tapped at his hands with a frown. “Nope.” You whispered as you looked at the list of toys again. Jack whimpered, his voice hidden under the black muzzle as you used your thumb to drag his shorts down his muscular thighs.
The sight of his cock made your mouth water.
It was big and thick, with a swollen red knot at the base, nestled in a thick bush of grey pubes. You noticed the swollen tip was starting to leak with precum. The fluid was thick and cloudy as Jack panted beneath the muzzle. You could feel a tent forming in your own pajama pants now. You wanted desperately to wrap your lips around his shaft. To bury your nose in his pubes and inhale the masculine scent and the salt of his sweat. You pushed your thoughts aside as you started to fondle his cock. Jack made no efforts to stop you now.
His ears were folded as he stood frozen in place. His face was turning red as he looked away from the scene. You decided to choose another toy. Maybe something a little kinder than ‘The Pussy Destroyer’. There was an option for lubrication as well. You weren’t some super villain who planned to do this dry. You picked a cooling gel, watching with a roll of your eyes as you dragged your finger over the screen. It drizzled a clear looking gel substance over Jack’s aching cock. Making it slick and shiny.
With another swipe of your finger you were given a view of Jack’s back. Your lip caught between your top row of teeth and you playfully swatted at his ass. He snarled in retaliation. Turning to face you as you started to drizzle the lube over his ass. The sight of his hole the moment he was bent at an angle made you smile.
It would be nice to fuck Jack if you could. But this would be perfect for future masturbation use. You knew Jack was swearing up a storm as the tight ring of muscle flexed and twitched. Desiring stimulation the same way his cock did. Once the lube was applied you picked a smaller toy. It was a silver buttplug. It was supposed to vibrate and you knew it would suit jack well. It had an extra flare at the base that you could almost equate to a knot.
You picked the toy as your heart beat furiously against your ribs. The tip pressed insistently at his hole as Jack tried squirming around to stop you. His brows furrowed and his expression distressed. You almost stopped when you noticed tears in his eyes. Almost. You pushed the toy inside of him. His body jerked, his hips rocking forwards as you pushed it until it was nice and snug. His arousal was steadily going up as he braced his hands against the bench. Now bent over with the base of the silver plug sticking out of him.
Maybe Jack always wanted to get knotted by another beastman. It’s a shame you’re just a human. But if you look around, maybe there was a way to get a transformation potion. That would be something to think of later. As the toy vibrated inside of Jack’s ass, you watched as he struggled.
His legs were shaking and becoming weak as he sank to his knees. His head buried in his arms as his cock jutted upwards. Throbbing and twitching as Jack refused to acknowledge it. You would help him.
You rotated the camera to get a good look at his shaft. A soft exhale left your lips as you hooked a finger in your pajama pants. Slipping them down your thighs as you freed your own cock. It wasn’t as big as Jack’s. Not that you minded. Before you could start touching yourself; you froze.
The shower water shut off and you and Jack both went stone still.
The two students got out together, chatting away until one of them called for Jack. Your heart sank into your stomach and you started to panic. What would happen if they saw Jack? What would happen to you if they saw Jack? You were starting to go flaccid as the two of them continued to talk. “Dude he probably left.” One of them grumbled. “But I didn’t hear him get in the shower.” There was a ‘slap’ and then an annoyed ‘ow’. “Yeah dumbass because he was in the stall next to us. Of course you wouldn’t hear him.” The two began to bicker on their way out of the shower room.
Once their voices faded and it was silent again, your shoulders sagged. You needed to hurry. You couldn’t risk anyone finding out about this. Even if the idea of an audience was hot. It was dangerous enough that you were doing this. You remembered in passing that beastmen can smell traces of magic. If you weren’t careful you could get expelled. Or beat up.
Your mind started to wander to a potential angry gangbang with the track team. But that would be another idea for later. Your shook the thought away just as Jack was reaching with a shaky hand to remove the toy. So, you retaliated by spanking him again. He whimpered and whined. His bronze colored ass was getting nice and red from the swatting as he remained bent over. If you didn’t know any better, you would have assumed he was starting to present his ass for you.
He’s so cute and he doesn’t even know it.
You went back to stroking his cock. Watching the shiny tip leak as you hardened again. Your less dominant hand slowly stroking your cock as you started glancing at the toys again. There was the clear fleshlight you saw from before. Maybe Jack would like it? It was the only penis related toy that they had on hand. You selected the toy and watched in awe as it slipped over Jack’s thick cock with just a few swipes of your finger.
His back arched, forming a handsome curve. His golden eyes widened as he looked down to see the toy hugging his penis. You took your thumb and slowly dragged it back and forth. Timing your own pumps with Jack. You saw him start to panic again. His hips jerking against the toy as the meter shot up; and you got your first orgasm out of Jack.
The counter went from zero, to one. You watched as Jack convulsed. Jets of thick, white sperm coated his thighs and parts of the bench and tiled floor as he tried to remove the toy. But you held it at the base where his swollen knot was. You started pumping it again. Moving faster this time as Jack’s sounds beneath the muzzle became louder. A small stream of tears rolled down his cheeks. Likely due to the overstimulation and his futile attempts to escape the situation.
His cock was still hard. Twitching and throbbing inside the clear toy as you took extra care to engulf his knot as well. He was gasping and struggling under the muzzle. His hips shaking and rutting against the toy as you watched his meter rise and rise. You were just as close too. “Cum with me...” You whispered softly. A bead of sweat rolling down your temple as you came in your hand. Your hips jerking as spots filled your eyes.
Jack finished too. The sound was similar to a muted howl as he gave you another orgasm. This one was much weaker with a few spurts of cum landing on the floor in front of him. You were gasping for air as you let go of your phone. Leaving it beside you with a slow exhale. Jack was still struggling and panting and you took the moment of Post Nut Clarity to check on him.
He was crying softly. Clearly uncomfortable and you grimaced. A pang of guilt washing over you as you quickly removed all the toys. The sound of his gasps and sobs startled you as you got a full view of the beastmans face. Jack stayed kneeled on the floor, his face red as he backed away from the bench. His ears stayed folded against his head as he now sat with his back against the metal lockers. He was quiet now other than the soft pants and quiet cries passing his lips.
Now you were starting to feel bad. You shouldn’t have done this. Even if it was just to satiate your curiosity. Yes you have a crush on Jack, but this was wrong. You should have stopped and closed the app.
There was no aftercare option and you felt too awkward trying to touch him in this state. So, you swiped out of the app. You dragged the icon into a folder to avoid looking at it. It was like hiding evidence of a crime now. You looked shamefully at your palm coated in cum and frowned. You needed to wash up again. And Grim would be back any minute now.
xxx
A few days had passed and you took care to hide the app in one of the folders on your phone. There were whispers when you walked through the halls. You knew it was about those guys asking about your sexuality. But things seemed mostly normal. As you sat at lunch with Epel, he leaned over the table. “Hey, did you hear what happened to Jack?” He asked under a conspiratorial whisper.
You almost dropped your sandwich. “No, what?” You were trying to play it cool. You knew exactly what happened to Jack. Epel looked around, spotting Grim fighting his way through the lunch line to get a chicken sandwich. “Apparently something happened to him in the locker room after track practice. He won’t say what but, they think it was one of the ghosts.” Your stomach had developed a pit as you took a bite out of your sandwich. You chewed slowly as your mind started to race. “Yeah..? Is Jack okay?” You asked softly. You couldn’t bring yourself to look Epel in the eye.
“He says he is, but he hasn’t left his room in a while. One of the freshmen has been bringing him all his homework.” Epel poked at his salad with a frown and then sighed. “He says he’s gonna kill the person that did it. Whatever it was.”
