haihaiii… i don’t know if ur okay with this but (/ω＼*) can has stepbrother/stepdad tweels or any fauxcest tweels (dub-con) smut pretty pleasee… ♡♡
also can I claim 💫 as my anon emoji?? thx papi (人´∀`*)
One for me, one for my brother ♡ ~
Mmmh yeaaa, got it. Loud and clear, my little starfish, mwah ♡ Thank you for asking so properly, little cutie. “Papi” apologizes for taking so long. (I kept on overthinking this, but then I stopped and started fucking around and finding out instead.)
I hope thou find it pleasant. ~ [playlist] ~ Word Count: 2,328
⚠️Content & Trigger warnings:
Porn with a tiny 🤏 amount of plot if you squint. Fem!reader. Stepcest/Fauxcest (obvi). Floyd & Jade treating reader like their favourite (not-actually-related) little sister while they both take what they want from her. Dub-c0n threesome. Filthy & crude wording. Dirty talk. Corruption Elements. Unprotected S-ex + multiple internal finishes (breeding undertones). Multiple rounds. Overstim/Dumbification. Size Difference/Power Imbalance Kink. Fingering (both holes). Double Pen. Tweels are controlling and possessive. Mild Manipulation/Gaslighting. Light Sadism. DDDNE. (I may or may not have been extremely bricked while writing this, so I apologize for any inconsistencies and the like you may come across. Proofread it like once, yolo.)
‼️Do NOT proceed if any of the themes mentioned make you uncomfortable. YOU are responsible for your consumption and you've been warned. I don't condone anything. This is for entertainment purposes only. Not romanticizing.
Your adoptive parents left three days ago.
“Just a short trip,” they’d said, already halfway out the door after dropping you off. “The boys will look after you. They’re always so good with you.”
Jade had nodded, polite and reassuring. Floyd had only grinned, that too-wide shark grin of his, and ruffled your hair like you were still twelve.
They never had a real sister. You were just the stray girl who grew up in the same halls, the one who trailed after them barefoot, the one they started calling little starfish in voices soft enough to sound affectionate. You used to think it was warmth. You used to think “favourite” was just another word for family.
Now you’re older and know better.
Now you know exactly what they mean.
You know the way Floyd’s eyes shamelessly linger on your body too long when you walk past. You know the way Jade’s gaze follows you like he’s already planned something devious and is simply waiting for you to catch up.
You know that every time they say “little sister” now, it sits heavier, like a promise neither of them intends to keep gentle.
And still—
you went into their room tonight.
That’s the first mistake that hits you when the door clicks shut behind you and the lock turns with a soft, final sound.
The second mistake was only wearing one of Floyd’s oversized shirts, the hem barely covering your thighs, because that’s all what your “caring big brother” left out for you to wear this evening after you came out of the shower. Jade is leaning against the wall, sleeves rolled above elbows, dual toned eyes calm and sharp as always. His polite smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
Floyd is sprawled on the edge of the bed, long legs in a lazy manspread, teal-and-black hair falling onto his face as he looks you up and down like you’re the only thing in the world worth looking at.
“Come ‘ere, lil sis,” Floyd coos, voice syrup-sweet and somehow wrong. “You wandered in all by yourself again.~ You know what happens when you do that.”
Your stomach flips. You try to keep your voice steady. “I just… needed to ask about my clothes—”
Jade moves first. Quiet, precise. He’s behind you before you can finish the sentence, one big hand sliding under the shirt to squeeze your waist, the other gently but firmly tipping your chin up so you’re forced to look up from the floor.
“You never ‘just’ need anything when you come to us,” Jade murmurs against your ear, condescending as ever. “You come because you want our attention, don't you?”
Floyd’s smile stretches, all sharp teeth. He crooks a finger. “C’mere. Sit on your big brother’s lap like the good girl you are.”
You hesitate just long enough for Jade’s hand to tighten on your waist in a warning as he pushes you forward. Then, reluctantly, you're moving, climbing onto Floyd’s lap, straddling him. The second you’re settled he grips your hips hard enough to bruise and pulls you flush against the thick outline already straining his pants. You feel how much stronger he is than you—how easy it would be for him to hold you down, to overpower you completely.
“There she is~” Floyd breathes, nosing along your throat. “My favourite little sister. Always so shy until we get our hands on you. This is whatcha wanted, huh?”
Jade climbs onto the bed behind you, chest to your back, trapping you between the two. You can feel both of them—Floyd hard under you, Jade already pressing against the curve of your ass. Two sets of hands start roaming. Floyd’s slide under the shirt to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples just light enough to make you arch. Jade’s hands go lower, pushing the shirt up so it’s bunched under your arms, exposing everything.
“Look how wet she already is,” Jade observes mildly, two long fingers sliding between your legs and finding you soaked. He doesn’t tease for long. After a couple strokes he pushes them inside you in one smooth thrust while Floyd keeps playing with your chest, pinching and rolling until you’re biting your lip to stay quiet.
“Aww, don’t hold it in~,” Floyd laughs. “Nobody’s gonna hear you but us. And we like it so much when our baby sister makes those desperate little sounds.”
You try to say something—maybe protest, maybe beg, you’re not even sure—but Jade curls his fingers and Floyd leans in to suck on the side of your neck at the same time, and the only sound that comes out is a broken little moan. Floyd’s eyes light up like you just handed him the best gift in the world.
“That’s it. That’s our girl.” He rocks you against him, grinding the hard length of his cock against your clit while Jade keeps fucking you open with his fingers. “You came in here knowing exactly what we’d do. You always do… Playing so innocent when all you want is both of us to fill you up again, don't you?”
Jade’s free hand fists in your hair and tips your head back so he can speak against your mouth. “Don’t you?”
Your face burns. You shake your head frantically. Floyd’s grip on your hips turns bruising.
“Say it,” he growls, the playful tone cracking into something meaner, darker. “Or I’ll hold you open and let Jade fuck you while I watch and make you suck me off, and neither of us will let you come.”
The threat lands. Your voice comes out small and shaky. “I… yes—I… want that,”
“You want what?”
“I want… I want to be filled up….”
Floyd’s grin is pure filth. “Good girl.”
They move like they’ve done this a hundred times. Because they have. And you never had a say in it. Jade pulls his fingers free and you hear the wet sound of him sucking them clean. Floyd lifts you just enough to shove his pants down. The second his cock springs free he lowers you onto it in one slow, relentless slide that forces a cry out of you. He’s so much bigger than you can handle; the stretch burns in the best way and you can feel every inch as he bottoms out.
Jade doesn’t wait. He presses two slick fingers against your other hole, circling, then pushing in so you’re stuffed full. You clutch at Floyd’s shoulders, nails digging in, while the two of them set a rhythm—Floyd fucking up into you hard and deep, Jade working you open from behind until you’re just a shaky mess between them.
Floyd’s hands span your entire waist. He lifts you and drops you onto his cock over and over, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet room.
“Gonna fill you up so full you'll leak for days! Then Jade-o is gonna do the same. And when you walk around the house in just one of my shirts everyone’ll see you dripping~.”
You’re already close, the dual stimulation and the filthy words pushing you toward the edge faster than you'd like to admit. Floyd feels it. Of course he does. He slows down just enough to keep you right there, teetering.
“Not yet little starfish,” he croons. “Beg first. Beg your favourite big bros to let their favourite little sister come.”
Your pride is long gone. The words spill out between broken moans. “Please—please, please let me come, I need it, please—”
Jade’s fingers curl inside you at the same time Floyd thrusts up hard and pulls you down. His mouth finds yours—hungry, messy, all tongue and sharp teeth and that unhinged little laugh when you moan into him. The climax rips through you so violently your vision whites out.
You’re still clenching around them when Floyd follows with a low, guttural sound, spilling deep inside you.
Jade doesn’t stop. He keeps working you through the aftershocks until you’re oversensitive and whimpering, thighs trembling around Floyd’s hips. Only then does he pull his fingers free, spit into his palm, coats his cock and pushes into your ass while you’re still full of Floyd.
You choke on a sob—pure overstimulation and ripples of pleasure tangled together. They don’t even give you time to adjust. They just take. Floyd stays buried deep inside you, thick and throbbing, while Jade fucks your ass in deep, controlled thrusts. Caged between two large bodies, you keep hearing them spouting the same sweet filthy words against your skin.
“So eager to please us...” Jade breathes, almost gentle.
Floyd laughs low against your throat. “I know right? So fucking pathetic… So perfect. Our needy little baby sister~.”
“No one else gets to touch you. Ever.” Jade’s voice is stern, final. “No one else gets to see you like this. Understood?”
You can only nod, wrecked and helpless between them.
When Jade cums he does it with a soft, almost polite sigh against your neck, filling you until you can feel both of them dripping out of your holes. He stays buried for a moment, breathing against the back of your neck, before he finally eases out. You feel the immediate warm trickle of him leaking out of you.
Floyd isn’t done—not even close.
He flips you onto your back like you weigh nothing, hooks your knees over his elbows, and drives back into your cum-slick cunt in one hard thrust. You’re already messy—Jade’s release dripping from you, Floyd’s first load still warm inside you—and he seems to love it. His eyes are feverish, teeth bared in a grin that looks more like a threat.
“Told you I was gonna fill you up for days, didn’t I, little starfish?” He bottoms out and grinds deep, making you feel every inch. “One round wasn’t gonna be enough. Not when you take us this well.”
He sets a brutal pace, hips snapping, every thrust forces more of his earlier cum to leak out around his cock, slicking your thighs. You’re so sensitive it almost hurts, but the overstimulation only makes you clench harder around him. Floyd growls at the feeling, drops his weight onto you, and fucks you through a second nut that leaves you sobbing pleas.
He doesn’t pull out when he comes again.
He just grinds deep and floods you a second time, thick pulses that you can feel, until you’re so full it starts seeping out even while he’s still.
And he’s still hard.
Floyd laughs, breathless and unhinged, brushing damp hair out of your face with surprising gentleness.
“One more,” he's already rolling his hips again, slow and deep. “Just one more for your big brother, yeah? Gonna pack you so well you’ll feel us every time you walk tomorrow. Every time you try pretending none of this happened.”
Jade watches from the side, eyes dark with approval as Floyd starts fucking you into a third round—slower this time, but no less intense, determined to keep his promise and leave you dripping for days.
He keeps the pace deep and grinding, almost lazy, like he’s savouring how wrecked you already are. Every slow thrust pushes another thick trickle of cum out of you. Your nails dig into his arms; your voice has gone hoarse, little punched-out moans coming out every time he bottoms out.
“Thaaat’s it… take it,” he croons, forehead pressed to yours. “Feel that? How full you already are and you’re still squeezing me like you want more. Greedy little thing~.”
Jade moves to your side one arm sliding underneath, cradling you. He spreads your thighs wider for his brother, as he maneuvers his hand between your bodies to rub slow circles over your swollen clit. The dual sensation makes your hips jolt hard.
“I think you can take both of us again.” Jade states fondly.
Floyd’s grin turns feral. “Yeah? You want that, baby? Want both your big brothers inside you one more time?”
You can’t even form a proper thought—let alone an answer.
But that’s all they need.
Floyd pulls out just long enough for Jade to lie back and drag you on top of him. In one smooth motion Jade sinks into you, filling the space his brother just left. You’re so wet and used that he slides in with almost no resistance, a low sound of satisfaction leaving his throat. Floyd is behind you, cock still shiny with your mixed mess, pressing against your already-fucked ass.
You’re stuffed completely full of both of them again as they start moving together. Not perfectly in sync, but close enough that every thrust from one forces you harder onto the other.
Floyd comes first with almost animalistic groan, grinding as deep as he can and adding yet another load to the mess already leaking out of you. The feeling of him pulsing inside you while Jade is simultaneously fucking you steadily is what finally tips you over the edge again—an orgasm so intense it borders on painful, vision sparking, body seizing.
Jade follows a few thrusts later, burying himself to the hilt and spilling into you with almost reverent sigh. He stays inside afterwards, arms locked around you, while Floyd drapes himself over your back, still half-hard and twitching.
They stay like that, inside you, for some time, hands stroking over your shaking body, mouths pressing soft, possessive kisses to your temples, your cheeks, the marks they left on your throat. The soft wet drip of everything they’ve pumped into you slowly leaking onto the sheets, and the occasional low, satisfied hum from one of the brothers.
Floyd’s voice is quieter now, but no less intense. “Next time you walk into our room wearing only that, we’re not stopping at just this. Understand, little starfish?”
You can only nod, still trembling between them, thoroughly used and claimed by your beloved brothers.
Jade traces your jawline and smiles that gentle, terrifying smile of his. “Good girl. Always learning so quickly.”
cw. afab/fem pronouns, degradation, ass smacking, rough sex, choking, public sex, counter sex, implied CNC kink, ‘sir’ usage, f/m
the kitchen counter was cold against your chest, a shocking contrast to the feverish heat spreading through your core. the marble surface offered no comfort as your legs shake uncontrollably, muscles twitching from the sheer intensity of the stimulation. every time jade drives into your sopping wet cunt, your hips buck involuntarily against the countertop, the hard edge biting into your sensitive skin.
it was your fault. you shouldn’t have worn those tiny little shorts to the lounge, putting yourself on display for all the horny guys to see you like the slut that you were. the fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across your flushed skin as you cry out.
"Look at you," jade breathes, his voice both mocking and strained at how pussy whipped he is. he catches one of your trembling thighs, hiking it higher over his arm to expose you completely to his hungry gaze. “So undone by something— f-fuhck— something as simple as discipline.”
he doesn't slow down; if anything, the change in position allows him to bottom out even more viciously. the wet, slapping sound of skin hitting skin fills the empty kitchen, punctuating your broken sobs. he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he deliberately grinds his hips in a slow, torturous circle that makes your toes curl and your stomach clench.
"Don't stop crying," he whispers, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "—hah, shit, want to hear exactly how much you're enjoying this punishment."
you try to look at him as the wet fwap of each thrust bottoming into your stomach before disappearing and pounding back in so deep you could see stars.
his pretty face shines with sweat, his lower body thrusting as he grips your hips.
“Did I tell you you could look at me, you dirty girl?”
the drops in your eyes only pour down as he smacks your ass, gripping the fat before coming down on it hard, harder than he had before.
“N-no, I’m- hah-“ another deep thrust.
“sorry, sir- ah, ohmy, ngh, right there—“
jade leech does not accept apologies, not when they taste that delicious. his grip on you tightens, his fingers digging bruises into your skin as he maintains that relentless, punishing rhythm. each thrust was deliberate, pounding against your sensitive walls.
the cool, composed vice housewarden of octavinelle had vanished, replaced by something far more dangerous. when he speaks again, his voice is a low purr that vibrates against your overheated skin.
"Such a good girl, learning her place so quickly," he murmurs, though his actions betray no mercy. he shifts his angle slightly, grinding his pelvis against you with enough force to make your vision blur entirely. "But I don’t recall giving you permission to speak. Especially after that slutty display in the lounge.”
his free hand slides up from your ass to wrap around your throat— not enough to choke you, but enough to make you feel how much stronger he is. he watches your face intently, savoring every tear, every gasp, and every desperate plea. he wanted to see exactly how much you could take before you broke completely beneath him.
jade's hand around your throat tightens fractionally as he drives upward, a massive, punishing thrust that makes your back arch off the marble. the pain and pleasure blur into a single, overwhelming sensation that makes your vision spark with white light.
“Mmph- a-ahhh no-“ your whimpers grew louder before one final gasp escaped your lips. “Ngh- I-I cant, please—“
"No, you’re gonna take me..." jade huffs out slowly, groaning at the feeling of your gummy walls. "Say that again."
“S-sir, I cant take it—“
his hips move with increasing ferocity, abandoning all pretense of control as he covered your mouth as you let out a scream.
the wet, rhythmic slapping of his pelvis against yours echoes off the tile walls like gunfire. he was claiming you, marking you as his personal toy to be used and discarded at his leisure. his thumb strokes along your jawline while his other hand maintains its firm hold on your throat, keeping you pinned between his strength and the unforgiving counter.
"Those shorts were a provocation, pup," he continues, his breath hot and ragged against your tear stained cheek. "You wanted attention. You wanted to be watched. Well... now you have my undivided attention."
pulling out of your pussy, his come shoots out in lines across your back, thick and white before he pumped it, turned you around, and lifted you onto the countertop.
the man, with surprising tenderness took a nipple into his mouth, suckling with loud groans— teeth nipping slightly as you threw your head back from the sensation, his hands squeezing at softness of your curves before he let go, a trail of drool spilling from your chest to his red lips. “Mmph- taste so sweet, My Love.”
balancing your legs over his shoulders, staring at that fucked out expression on your face, those tears that rolled down and ruined your makeup— he pushes himself to your entrance and forces it back into your hole.
"Shall we see how many more tears we can draw out of you before you lose consciousness?"
I. Just. Need. Jade. HEADCANONS OR ANYTHING, I DON’T CARE!
Understandable, don't we all...
But more importantly—wherever are your manners? I appreciate the enthusiasm, but a simple "please" would've sufficed. Make sure to remember next time, yeah?
I actually still can't get over his newest card. Look at that smirk. He looks exactly like the kind of slightly nerdy-but-cool tech bro I’d have had a catastrophic (secret) crush on as a teen. The type who plays bass in some obscure geek rock band and somehow is just fucking hot. I'm so gay for guys like that…
(Also I come from a snowy country so I used to do some snowboarding with the lads a lot back in the days, and half the time we’d be wearing that exact kind of layered gear. Legit hit me with a weird little wave of nostalgia...)
Anyways. Clearly, I'm in a bit of a ramble-y mood today so might as well actually share my yandere/nsfw Jade-o HC's that I have.
(Heads up: a few of these are foreshadowing the upcoming fic. No major spoilers, just a taste 🐬 and also this is my first time attempting this, I don't know what I'm doing)
≋ The Obsession & Psychological Control ≋
The Terrarium Effect: Jade doesn't lock you in a cage right away; he builds an invisible, gilded terrarium around you. Your daily schedule, your favorite meal choices, the people you're "allowed" to spend time with—all of it is quietly curated until you are entirely dependent on him without even realizing it.
Special Herbal Blends: He insists on personally brewing your tea and cooking your meals. They always taste divine—but. They're designed to keep you compliant, pleasantly haze-brained, and just docile enough that you won't question why you're suddenly sleeping in his quarters.
Omnipresent Surveillance: The Mostro Lounge security grid isn't just for business even normally. But Jade has modified half the feeds to track your movements specifically. If someone he's not too fond of so much as lingers too long near you, Jade "redirects" them elsewhere.
Surgical Gaslighting: If you ever catch on to his stalkerish tendencies, he will never get defensive. He will simply smile, offer a gentle tilt of his head, and use that smooth, persuasive voice to make you feel like you're just being paranoid. Saying something like: "My dear sweetling, I only checked your phone because I was concerned for your safety... you know how treacherous the world can be, don't you?" And somehow, by the end of the conversation, you feel like the unreasonable one.
Methodical Discipline: If you attempt to genuinely defy him, the polite, soft-spoken Vice Dorm Leader completely vanishes. He won't hit you or anything like that—he considers physical violence against his prized “specimen” uncouth. He will, however, back you into a corner, trap your wrists in a iron-tight grip, and lean in close enough you can feel the spine chilling shift in the air around him while he calmly describes—in horrifyingly precise detail—exactly what he will do to anyone who tries to keep you away from him.
Dealing with Competitors: Anyone who actually tries to court you or stand between you and him simply... disappears from your life. They might suddenly find themselves drowning in unpayable contract debt to Azul, getting abruptly transferred, or taking a quiet "foraging trip" with Jade from which they return pale, trembling, and unwilling to even look in your direction ever again.
🌶 The Spicy / NSFW under cut 🔞🔞🔞
The Gloves Stay On (Until They Don't): Jade is deeply tactile and prefers to be fully dressed. The contrast of his leather (or fine cotton) gloves gliding over your bare, flushed skin drives not only the sensory overload but also the power dynamic through the roof. When those gloves finally come off—usually with his teeth—you know the experiment has moved past delicate observation… and into thorough, hands-on use.
Sensory Deprivation & Restraint: He is an absolute master of ropes, blindfolds, and any methodical bondage. Rendering you completely helpless is not just about control; it’s about heightening every single point of physical contact until even the lightest brush of his hands or mouth feels devastating.
Pacing & Edging: I feel like Jade’s stamina as a hybrid eel would be terrifying, and he treats sex like a science experiment, in general. He will bring you right to the jagged edge of release, only to stop, hold you dead still with a heavy hand over your hip, and repeat the cycle until you're a complete incoherent mess; begging and sobbing pleas and his name, before he lets you fall over the peak… eventually, when he decides you've earned it.
Mating Marks & Eel Bites: He is possessive to his core and would love to leave purple-red bite marks/bruises right where your neck meets your shoulder—places where those sharp, predatory teeth can sink in just deep enough to draw a drop. He would then press his thumbs over the marks while he's buried inside you, purring with a low satisfied hum as you gasp at the sting (mixed with pleasure).
Verbal Worship: His pillow talk is a deadly mix of high-class “reverence” and absolute authority. He will whisper filth-laden mock praises directly into your ear while holding your jaw still and ramming inside you: “Look at the mess you’ve become… and still so eager to please. Say it. Who owns this desperate little body? Who gets to fill you up? I want to hear how well you’ve learned.” ~ ♡
Aight, that's all for now… remember to stay hydrated my sweet little disasters ^^ (Seriously. Water. Now. U dry ho 🫵)
ill make a million accs to vote for jade (i don’t have that many emails) but him please 😔 you write him so well its like you sucked his soul and put it into your words its amazing
Thank you 🌹 that’s such a lovely (and wonderfully unhinged) compliment, I appreciate it so much ♡
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love writing Jade — it’s just that I get hit with these phases (those Floyd mood swings, ig) and lately whenever I open the Jade-o draft I just… stall and zone out. I tried forcing it and somehow ended up writing a whole-ass Idia fic instead, idk how that happened lol.
But listen, sweetheart, I will finish it and write more of him. There’s no one more deliciously sadistic than Jade after all, and I love making him do nasty things ^^ put some faith in me, baby~
hihi!!! ;w; may i request yan jade x afab reader bondage sex ?? ive read so many posts talking about jade and bondage and i think he would def use it to his advantage in order to keep his darling safe. oh, this would fall into the non-con category too. thank u! if uncomfy just do jade x afab reader voyeurism !!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
You mean liiiike... something like this? Way ahead of you, sweetheart. 🚬😏
The excerpts below the cut that I attached are actually from my ongoing “series” I'm currently working on—a Part 3 that evolved into a heavily Jade-centric piece featuring some tactical restraining, strategic usage of aphrodisiacs (exactly what so many of you have been begging for), and a very thorough demonstration of him "taking care" of you.
I originally planned to release it into the wild this weekend, but… perfection takes time. And it accidentally expanded significantly further than I anticipated (are we surprised lol), to the point where I'm still polishing it and have officially partitioned the whole thing into Part 3 and Part 4…
As for your specific prompt? Around here, you don't have to choose—I am more than capable of handling both. It takes a hell of a lot more than a little non-c0n or voyeurism to make me flinch, darling. ♡ Thank you for requesting, keep giving me ideas won't ya
Man I cant get "The point of No return" out of my head. WHAT DID U DO TO ME😭😭😭
But anwyas remember when I said azul would probably make reader Floyd's stress reliever but then I remember jade's fun mountain adventures . Ahahha Ik its already common in dark jade fics that he feeds reader mushroom with aphrodisiac mushrooms, but I feel this should also apply in "The point of no return" bc I feel like azul doesnt want to deal with jade and his hobbies so he makes you jade's taste taster. Surely you wouldn't mind? Not that you have a choice anwyas, azul already made it a part of your contract:))
Jade serves you his not so suspicious dishes he made with his findings from the mountains. He urgers you to eat when he sees you hesitate, and when u finally eat, it was ok at first but then you start to feel weak and hot.... And so hot, in a daze you ask Jade for help, Jade ask if you are sure in that fake concern voice of his as if he didnt plan this. He eventually gives you want you want because you were begging so much, who is he to deny a pitiful poor unfortunate soul help.
Then after his so called help, you have the audacity to look at him as if he took advantage of you. But my dear arent you the one who took advantage of him with how you were practically forcing youself on him earlier?
Help idk why this ask was so long😭🙏🥰 This is def not me trying to give you more ideas for "The point of no return" or ideas in general for future fics 🏃♂️🏃♂️🏃♂️🏃♂️🏃♂️
First of all, once again thank you so much, brave little one! Hearing that it’s living rent-free in your head makes my dark author heart so incredibly happy, you have no idea. 🖤🥀
Second... Has anyone ever told you that you have a terrifyingly beautiful mind? The concept of Jade serving a dish, waiting for the heat to kick in, and then weaponizing his fake concern to make the reader/MC feel guilty for begging for his physical touch? Love it. I must admit that the whole “aphrodisiac shrooms” and drugging trope is one of my favourites when it comes to Jade-o.🍄
Azul literally writing "Taste-tester for Jade's mountain findings" into the fine print of a contract is funny but so “corporate-mafia” at the same time. :P
Lastly—oh the absolute chef's kiss of the sheer psychological torture when Jade gaslights the reader/MC into thinking that SHE took advantage of HIM? >:) Mhm, it makes me feel very proud of how you understand his brand of toxic gaslighting so perfectly.
As for giving me ideas… I am actually extremely tempted to include this concept one way or another as I know now that it's still sought-after. So, who knows… maybe you'll get it sooner than later 😈
Thank you for showing such enthusiasm, I always say I write for myself, but knowing others enjoy my stuff to this extent truly does things to me…♡
umm yes hello, i just wanted to say that u write smut/the actual sex parts so well like?????? it actually made me realise something and that’s the fact that i HATE smut, not bc of the sex but bc of the crude and cringe ass words being used like idk fkn “cock” and “cunt” and that sorta stuff like it maked me CREASE every time and I thought that hmm ok well maybe am just an ace (a-sexual) or smth? but nah, you sir… your stuff is genuinely the hottest thing i’ve ever read like holy shit. those two fics were fantastic, please keep this up 😩
(also the buildup is immaculate btw it turns me tf on)
My, what an incredibly fascinating confession.
I must admit, hearing that my work managed to break through your usual distaste for the genre is quite the "feather in my cap", so to say. Crude words like that can definitely start feeling a bit low effort and "cheap".
True indulgence lies entirely in the tension, the psychological weight, and the slow, agonizing pull before the trap snaps shut. ⛓️
Now, I'm not claiming to be a professional level writer or anything like that, but I have been writing for nearly two decades now (tho mostly in my native language), and I take great pride in ensuring the atmosphere is always premium grade and that the writing I post is high quality.
Thank you for the high praise, dear anon. Rest assured, the "deep-sea mafia" has no intention of stopping this little operation anytime soon. 😈
What choice does a magicless nobody have when cornered by the deep-sea mafia? Signing up with Octavinelle was just basic survival... Besides, these three gentlemen are far too "charitable" to leave a poor, unfortunate soul stranded with nothing. They promised you shelter and protection out of the goodness of their hearts (totally not because they saw a vulnerable little thing just "begging" to be used)
Pairing: Jade Leech & Floyd Leech x Female Reader
Rating: Explicit / Dark Erotica 🔞
Word Count: 6,656
Warnings:
R*pe/Non-Con, Extreme Dub-Con, Manipulation/Gaslighting, Extortion, Ménage à Trois (MFM), Forced oral/Deepthroating, Size Difference, Oral/Facial Fixation, Choking/Breath Control, Spit-roast, Rough Sex, Fear Play, Violence (Slapping), Heavy Degradation, Sadism, Public/Semi-public Sex, Body/Mind Alteration, Body Betrayal, Overstimulation/Sensory overload, Nasty Tweel & Octo Shenanigans in general. The Dove Is Dead and turned to ash: Do Not Eat.
A/N:
I'm back, and I'm only here to bring you even more filth. Got a little carried away as well (like always), so it ended up getting a wee bit longer than I initially planned—almost twice as long as part 1, lmao. Honestly, tho? I can keep going if you little freaks want me to. Someone requested adding some Jade-o into the mix, so... I did my best to deliver. That being said, bon appétit and enjoy your reading. 🖤🍷
(Mafia AU! 18+ All characters are depicted as adults)
The nurse was a flickering blur of white fabric and disapproving sighs, her voice reaching you from somewhere above the surface, muffled and distorted by the heavy pressure ringing in your ears.
You sat perched on the edge of the infirmary bed, the thin, clinical fabric crinkling loudly under your weight with every shuddering breath. Your legs hung heavy and useless, the cold, enchanted light catching the weeping mess of your being. The air in the room was too sharp, too clean—it felt like you could still smell Floyd’s faint trace on yourself—and every time the nurse leaned in, you held your breath, certain she’d smell him as well and finally know your shame.
"Oh sweetheart, again? You really need to start being more careful," she muttered, the antiseptic on her cotton swab stinging against your wounds. "These stairs at Ramshackle... I've told the Headmage they're decaying, but to cause injuries like these?”
She leaned in closer, the scent of lavender soap clashing nauseatingly with the metallic tang still coating the back of your throat. Her eyes narrowed as she inspected the mangled, raw scrapes on your knees—the skin shredded where you had been grating yourself against the grit of the maintenance hallway floor.
"It looks like you were tackled," she whispered, more to herself than to you. Her gloved fingers prodded the edge of a bruise. "And then dragged?” She raised an eyebrow at you.
"I... I'm just clumsy," you whispered, still struggling to draw a proper breath. The lie felt like ash on your tongue, dry and suffocating. You had to lie. If you let the truth slip—if you mentioned anything about Octavinelle—the ocean would finally open up and swallow your magicless, pathetic existence whole.
“And the respiratory inflammation? Your eyes are bloodshot, dear. It looks like a severe allergic reaction... that mold in the dorm must be truly out of hand.” She sighed, reaching for a nebulizer. “I don't think it's even remotely safe for you to stay there at this rate… What was the Headmage thinking? Here you go my poor girl… Breathe with this for a while and it should help you very soon.”
You didn't correct her as you adjusted the mask on your face. You couldn't tell her that you didn't even stay at Ramshackle and that it wasn't an ‘allergic’ reaction to anything—it was the cloying, venomous secretion from a predator’s mouth, still settled deep in your veins. You kept your gaze locked on the cold stone floor, tracing the natural speckles in the granite until they swam in your vision, picking at the dried blood under your fingernails.
[...]
After a while, once your breathing stabilised, her fingers moved toward your chin, tilting your head back to inspect your throat. You flinched, the motion sharp and jagged, as her cold thumb brushed over the blooming purple crescents where Floyd's nails had dug into the sensitive skin of your jaw.
"Goodness, your lymph nodes are terribly swollen," she noted absentmindedly, her clinical detachment acting as a shield you couldn't pierce. "Must be a secondary infection…? I’ll give you something for the inflammation."
You swallowed, the action painful against the pressure of Floyd’s hand still ghosting over your windpipe. It wasn't an ‘infection’. It was the physical map of his grip on you—his personal brand.
The nurse pulled back, clicking her tongue as she reached for a fresh roll of gauze and some painkillers. She caught your eye and gave a playful, conspiratorial little wink that made your skin crawl.
"None of the boys are giving you any trouble, are they? For being the only—and dare I say—quite pretty girl around here?" She let out a light, airy giggle, oblivious to your discomfort. "After all, they are at that age... And oh, I’m way too old hahah! Bet you have them tripping over themselves just to get a look at you!"
The sound of her laughter felt like screeching glass against your raw nerves. To her, it was a joke—a compliment. To you, it was a confirmation that no one would ever see the bruises for what they really were. They would just see a ‘cute, clumsy girl’ and ‘boys being boys’.
"I… I manage," you whispered through your tight throat, the lie burning hotter than the antiseptic.
"I bet you do, with such a variety to choose from! Just try to keep those knees off the ground, dear," she added with a final, devastatingly casual wink and a pat on your shoulder. "We wouldn't want you ruining that pretty face of yours next.”
As you were patched up, your mind didn't dwell much on the physical ache. Instead it kept on drifting back to Floyd—the suffocating weight of his being, relentlessly violating yours. You thought about the way he had looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—even if it was the look of a feral shark eyeing its meal.
[...]
You had lost track of the hours spent staring at the ceiling, the date rolling over past midnight before you were finally dismissed into the cold, empty streets. The walk back from the nurse’s office is always the longest. Every step is a reminder of the weight Floyd exerts, not just on your body, but on your very existence.
When you finally reached the sanctuary of your own room, you desperately needed to strip away the suffocating reminders of the night—to peel off that school uniform and discard the torn, ruined knee socks.
Dropping the fabric, you forced yourself to face the vanity mirror. You looked like a marked piece of contraband—a body already claimed and cataloged by the syndicate.
Wanting nothing more than to feel unrestricted you hurriedly slipped on a simple, soft knit lounge dress. The long, loose butterfly sleeves felt deceptively light against your skin—a small attempt to reclaim a shred of comfort. Yet your knees burned beneath the hem, the fresh bandages the nurse had applied feeling like heavy, conspicuous shackles against your bare legs.
The hallway leading to the Mostro Lounge was dimly lit, the signature scent of sea-salt and metal thickening the air. A cold, formal message was flashing on your phone's screen—an explicit summon to the VIP room. You clung to the bitter solace that it wasn't a weekday—that tomorrow held no morning bells, no classes, no professors, and no agonizing effort to pretend you were fine in front of the whole school. You just wanted to disappear into your room, but you knew the rules. You didn't belong to yourself. You belonged to the contract.
The double doors creaked open, revealing the lounge in its after-hours quiet, with only the muted, low downtempo jazz beat echoing against the walls. It wasn't Floyd who greeted you this time.
"You're late, Koebi-chan."
The voice wasn't the one that had been whispering in your ear in that shadowed corridor, but an entirely different one. JADE LEECH stood by the aquarium, a silk cloth in his hand as he meticulously polished a glass decanter. He didn't look up, but the slight tilt of his eyebrow told you he had already cataloged the way you were limping.
"The stairs…" you attempted to lie out of shame in an almost whisper, the words stuck in your throat. "I… fell."
Jade finally turned. His smile was a masterpiece of simulated concern—sharper and more clinical than his brother’s chaotic glee.
"And allergies, I… have those," you added quickly, the frantic redirection spilling out as you looked down at your feet like a caught pup.
Jade made his way toward the bar next to where you were leaning on. He spread the silk cloth down on the dark wooden surface, placing the glassware on top with a quick, almost robotic precision before finally turning his full, undivided attention to you.
"The stairs at Ramshackle are indeed quite treacherous, aren't they?" he mused, closing the distance until he stopped just inches from you. He reached out, his black gloved fingers gently catching a stray lock of your hair—the same one Floyd had been roughly tugging on not long ago. "Though, I don't recall the stairs having the habit of leaving such marks on a delicate jawline."
Your breath hitched. The air in the room felt like it was being sucked out. Of course he knew.
"Floyd is... spirited," Jade continued with an unbothered smile, his voice dropping to a silk-wrapped threat. "He doesn't always understand the concept of 'finesse.' But then again, neither do you, it seems. You should have come to us for help, rather than bothering the school nurse with our private matters."
He leaned in closer, his two-toned eyes—the mirror image of his brother's—searching your face for any sign of rebellion. "It’s a breach of discretion, and therefore a breach of contract. And we do so value discretion in Octavinelle."
Before you could find the words to apologize, the office door at the back of the lounge opened. AZUL ASHENGROTTO stepped out, adjusting his glasses. He didn't look angry; he looked disappointed, which was far worse. He held a folder—your folder.
"Jade, don't tease our guest," Azul said, though his eyes remained utterly devoid of any warmth. "She’s had a very taxing night already. Haven't you?" He walked over to the leather sofa, his hand gesturing smoothly for you to follow. It wasn't an invitation; it was a command.
"Come, come. Let's discuss the interest on your debt. Since you’ve been so... 'clumsy' lately, I think it’s time we adjusted the terms of your stay.” He tilted his head towards you, the blue light from the aquarium catching the cold edge of his smile. “We can't have you wandering off and… falling down again, now can we? It’s simply not safe for something so valuable to be left… unattended."
You sat, feeling small and fragile between the three of them—the mastermind and his two shadows. The cage wasn't just physical anymore; it was the realization that they were closing every exit for you, one by one.
"According to our amendment," Azul continued, adjusting his glasses with two fingers, "your curfew will be strictly monitored from now on. Any unexcused absence from the lounge will result in an immediate compounding of your interest. I trust there won't be any issues with that?” Azul made a brief, dismissive motion with his hand toward you. “Jade. If you please."
At Azul's words, Jade nodded then moved with a silent, fluid grace. He dropped onto one knee right in front of you, his towering frame still managing to crowd your space even while kneeling. Without a word, his gloved hands reached out, lifting your leg so your foot rested right against his lowered thigh.
"Please excuse me, darling," Jade offered you a soft, simulated sympathy, pulling a small silver tin of ointment from his breast pocket. "We must ensure these heal beautifully. Azul dislikes flawed collateral."
You flinched as his long fingers gently split the medical tape on your skin, but his grip on your ankle was firm. You couldn't move an inch.
"Now then," Azul continued smoothly, completely unbothered by his vice-housewarden tending to you like a damaged piece of asset on his sofa. He adjusted the frames of his glasses again, looking down at the folder. "Since your little 'breaks' keep disrupting the lounge operations, your standard interest rate of ten percent is no longer applicable and—effective immediately—your debt will accrue interest weekly, rather than monthly."
"Ah..." A sharp hiss of pain escaped your lips. Jade had just pressed the cool, antiseptic cream directly into the raw scrape on your knee. His touch was incredibly precise and clinical, but he applied just enough pressure to make your eyes water—a deliberate reminder of your helplessness.
"Oh? Does it sting?" Jade asked, tilting his head up to offer you a perfectly pleasant, empty smile. "My apologies. I'll be as gentle as you allow me to be." He didn't lessen the pressure against your wounds, his other hand remaining wrapped like a vice around your ankle so you couldn't pull away.
"Furthermore," Azul’s cold voice cut back in, the rustle of his papers sounding like a death warrant. "To ensure the safety of our investment, your labor hours will be increased. You will report directly to Jade or Floyd the moment your classes finish for the day. No exceptions. If you are even a minute late, the interest rate will be adjusted accordingly.”
"Now, now, Azul, let's not distress her so much," Jade intervened, his tone smooth and theatrical. He finally released his grip on you, standing up with that effortless, terrifying grace. Stepping over to the back of the bar counter, he retrieved a heavy, diamond-cut whiskey glass, the intricate crystal fracturing the light as the liquid inside shimmered with a strange, dark purplish hue.
He offered it to you, his mismatched eyes gleaming. "I made this myself from a unique blend of night-blooming flora and fungi. It is highly effective for soothing a racing heart and stabilizing... tremors."
You stared at the dark, purple liquid, smelling its earthy aroma that made your stomach turn. Paralyzing fear kept your hands glued to your lap.
"Come now, drink, my darling," Jade coaxed softly, his voice dropping to a low, silken purr as he sank down next to you on the sofa. His long, leather-clad fingers reached up to cup the back of your neck, thumb pressed firmly against your pulse point, feeling it hammer frantically beneath his touch as he brought the cold rim of the glass directly against your lower lip. He didn't offer to let you hold it; he intended to feed it to you himself.
"We can't have you trembling so much…"
Left with no choice, you parted your lips, a bitter, faintly sweet taste coating your tongue as he tilted the glass, slowly forcing you to swallow every drop of the mysterious liquid. Jade watched your throat move with a dark, satisfied intensity, thoroughly pleased. When the glass was empty, he gently wiped a single dark drop from the corner of your mouth, trailing your lower lip with his thumb, his touch lingering just a second too long.
"See? That wasn't so bad, now was it?" his voice a low, quiet hum of approval.
Deliberately leaning across your lap to place the empty crystal glass onto the side table next to you, his broad shoulders completely caged you against the sofa. For a breathless second, his chest brushed against yours, trapping you in a sudden wave of his scent—something deeply masculine, clean, and carrying a faint, intoxicating hint of expensive, ocean-chilled cologne.
"You're not upset, are you?" Azul asked softly, leaning over his crossed legs towards you, fingers steepled elegantly beneath his chin, his presence looming like a tidal wave. "After all, we are only looking out for you. We would never leave a poor, unfortunate soul like yourself on a wayside… You should feel immense gratitude, I'm sure."
You looked from his pretentious display of sympathy to Jade’s calculating smile beside you, knowing that Floyd was probably somewhere waiting for his turn to "play" again. With your freedom of choice already thoroughly stripped away, you nodded slowly.
"I am… grateful," you whispered, as you tightly clamped your hands to your elbows.
"Good girl," Jade's smile widened into a devious smirk as he leaned closer, his shadow swallowing you once more. Long fingers tilting your head to the side as his thumb brushed against the bruised marks Floyd left earlier on your jaw with a terrifying tenderness. His golden eye flashed with a quiet, dangerous amusement as he clinically inspected his brother's messy handiwork.
"Now then," Jade intoned, low and sinister, his thumb giving one final, agonizingly gentle stroke against your skin before he slowly let his hand trail down your neck. "Why don't we go see Floyd? He was quite grumpy that you left without letting him finish—ahem, without saying a proper goodbye.”
The words had barely left his lips when the heavy double doors of the lounge swung open as on cue, the casual, heavy thuds cutting through the thick air. You flinched, your heart leaping in your throat as the tall, lanky silhouette slouched into the room.
The tall man looked utterly spent, drifting toward the bar counter with a lazy, midnight indolence that contrasted sharply with the violent predator he had been hours before. He reached for a glass, pouring himself a drink with slow, practiced nonchalance. The collar of his lavender shirt was casually unbuttoned, hanging loosely off his frame with a messy, effortless sort of charm. Fresh, desperate nail marks slashed across his forearms; faint, rust-colored spatters lay dried against his jawline and the cuffs of his sleeves.
Adjusting his glasses Azul glanced at the slouched eel over the frames of his spectacles. "Floyd. I trust you took care of the—"
"Yeah, yeah, sure did. Don't worry 'bout it, 'Zul," Floyd cut him off with a careless wave of his hand, his voice still carrying heavy breathlessness. He downed the liquid in one fluid swallow. You watched in fear as he wiped his mouth, smearing a faint trace of blood against his lips before his tongue sweeps out absently to lick it off.
He set the glass down with a quiet clink as he poured another one. A slow, lazy grin spread across his face as his heterochromia eyes locked onto you. For a moment he just leered at you behind the rim of his glass, making your heart skip a beat—though you could already feel Jade’s concoction doing its job, quietly forcing your pulse to calm down.
“Hmm~ Look who's back,” Floyd drawled from across the room in a gravelly purr that dripped with dark amusement, his eyes scanning your form with lazy delight. “All quiet and behavin’... Were ya waiting for me? Missed me that much?~”
As he stepped away from the counter, Floyd waltzed over—his long strides agonizingly slow—before slumping heavily onto the cushions right on your empty side, the heavy scent of sea air and liquor invading your space. Instantly, your entire body stiffened, an instinctual panic screaming at you to flee—but there was nowhere to go as Jade’s grip on your thigh anchored you firmly into place.
Floyd threw his arm nonchalantly across the back of the sofa behind you, his massive frame eclipsing yours as he propped his ankle over his opposite knee in his signature, careless slouch. On your other side, Jade's presence was just as heavy; his sharp, intimidating gaze above you leaving you pinned between the two like a caught little butterfly.
Satisfied with the arrangement, Azul simply hummed, dipping his quill back into the inkwell. The dry scratching of his pen resumed, a steady sound that offered no salvation to you.
"Eee-h? Did the nurse wrap ya up like a little present just for us~?” Floyd mocked, his sharp teeth clicking against the rim of his glass as he took another slow sip.
“It certainly seems so, doesn't it?" Jade chimed in, his voice smooth beside your ear. His fingers shifted slightly on your thigh, the fabric of your dress bunching slightly beneath his palm. "Though, I must say... this sort of attire suits you much better than the official uniform. It makes you look far more... accommodating."
Floyd let out a lazy snicker in agreement at his brother's words, his eyes tracking the way the tight material clung to your tiny frame.
For several agonizing minutes, the only sounds in the lounge were the scratch of Azul's nib and the quiet, downtempo jazz as the shadows of two massive eels pinned you to the cushions.
Finally, Azul stood up, gathering his papers into a neat stack. He tapped the edges against the mahogany table, a cold finality ringing through the room as the modified terms of your existing contract were officially filed away. He adjusted his fedora, casting a cool, entirely indifferent glance over the sofa where you sat completely frozen.
“Alright, it's getting quite late, so I’ll be heading off to my quarters now. Thank you for attending this urgent meeting" Azul said smoothly, his voice flat and businesslike.
With a slow, measured stride, he crossed the dimly lit lounge, the soft click of his polished shoes agonizingly steady against the floor. He passed so close to you that the hem of his coat brushed your knees, yet he kept his eyes fixed forward, treating you like nothing more than a signed piece of collateral.
He paused at the door, his hand lingering on the brass handle as his eyes drifted back to the heavy leather sofa. "And you two… whatever you do, just—make sure not to leave any… nasty stains anywhere by the morning, understood?”
“Of course, Azul. Have a good rest,” Jade replied instantly, his voice dripping with smooth, flawless courtesy.
As the heavy doors clicked shut, Floyd let out a low, rumbling chuckle, his arm shifting on the back of the sofa, his long fingers casually tangling into the hair at the nape of your neck. He tilted his head, looking past you to his twin. "Hey, Jade-o," Floyd gave his lips a lick, a lazy, malicious glint dancing in his eyes. "Why don't ya use your little trick on her, hm? I really wanna know what Koebi-chan is thinkin’ right now under all that fake quiet."
Jade’s smile widened, a dark, elegant yet wicked compliance crossing his features. "An excellent idea, Floyd. We haven't done that in a while, have we? And I must admit… I'm incredibly curious as well."
Before you could protest, Jade's index finger lifted your chin, his mismatched eyes locking onto yours with an inescapable, hypnotic weight. The air around him turned into a humming static.
"Shock the Heart," he whispered.
A sudden, searing jolt of raw magic snapped through your chest, bypassing your defenses and tearing down every wall of restraint you had left. Your mind spun, and before you could stop yourself, defiant insults spilled past your lips—completely raw and dripping with venom.
“You're both fucking disgusting, acting like some kings when you’re just Azul's over-glorified lapdogs! You're so fucking pathetic the only way you can get off is by forcing yourselves on others—no wonder no one likes you, you fucking freaks! Yes, you can force me to stay here and do whatever but you'll never make me respect you, not one bit!”
The room went dead silent for a beat. On your right, Jade’s smile twisted into a wide unhinged grin, his golden eye flashing with a lethal, razor-sharp intensity at the "lapdog" comment. You quickly clamped your hands over your mouth in absolute terror.
Floyd let out a loud, delighted bark of laughter, his grip on your hair tightening as he yanked your head back to force you to look up at him. His face was inches from yours, his sharp teeth bared in a hungry grin.
"Ahaha…! Damn, Koebi-chan~!" Floyd jeered, his hot breath fanning over your hands. In a single, violent and effortless motion, his large hand wrapped completely around both of your wrists and wrenched them away from your face as his gaze dropped down to your trembling mouth, his eyes dark with sudden, heavy lust. "Should I put that bratty mouth to a better use? Huh, Jade-o, whaddya think? Should I show her what a ‘disgusting freak’ I am?”
"Oh, you absolutely should, Floyd," Jade's voice dripped with a flawless, mock-sorrow. "To think—after everything I've done for you... and this is how you truly view me? Calling us lapdogs... why, that makes me so utterly heartbroken. But, since you view us as such 'disgusting freaks' anyway, it would be a shame not to live up to your expectations.”
Floyd was quick to act. His grip on your hair tightened, anchoring into the strands at the back of your head with a firm, unyielding pressure that left no room for resistance. With a low, lazy chuckle that vibrated deep in his chest, he shoved your head downward into his lap. His large hand pinned your face against his crotch, his fingers tapping your cheek for a taunting beat, before he tilted your face up just enough to force you to meet his gaze—one of absolute dominance.
“Since ya didn't wait for me to finish back there, and all those, oh-so-mean things ya just said about us, you owe me big time, little shrimp… You know the drill, yeah? Don't use your teeth~”
Without giving you any time to process the threat, Floyd’s free hand dropped to his hips. A familiar sharp, metallic click of his belt buckling open echoed through the lounge, followed by the heavy slide of a zipper that made your heart violently seize. He freed himself with an agonizingly casual ease, the sheer reality of what was happening crashing down on you just as his massive hand anchored into your hair.
“Open wiiiide~” he crooned, his voice dripping with a cruel, sing-song amusement.
The air left you in a wet gasp as he took total control of your movements. There was no gentleness in his guidance; he used his strength to dictate the rhythm entirely, introducing your mouth to his length with a relentless, heavy deliberation. Your mind began to spin, the intoxicating effects of Jade’s midnight drink mixing with the sheer, paralyzing reality of Floyd’s size.
You tried to instinctively pull back as the depth of it overwhelmed your senses, but Floyd only bared his sharp teeth in a thoroughly amused grin. When your hands flew up to push against his thighs for leverage, he ruthlessly slapped them away, pinning your wrists behind your back. He didn't need your help; he wanted your absolute submission.
Your chest heaved, your airflow completely irrelevant to his pleasure as he pushed your head all the way down and then back up, forcing you to take him fully, burying his length deep against the back of your throat.
Muffled, helpless gags were caught in your constricted airway, the intense friction forcing hot tears to spill over your lashes, tracking wet lines down your cheeks. Saliva pooled at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin as he held you there, forcing you to endure the suffocating depth of him.
“This is the smartest you've sounded all day today!” Floyd grunted, in a rough, arrogant scoff of a laugh.
Every instinct screamed for you to fight, but between the heavy weight of Floyd caging you and the cold shadow of Jade watching intently above your side, all resistance melted away.
Beneath Floyd’s merciless guidance, the panic slowly began to blur. The edges of the room faded, replaced by the overwhelming heat of him filling your mouth. Stripped of your defenses, your autonomy completely stolen, you fell into a breathless, unthinking daze—becoming nothing more than a pliant doll completely at the mercy of their whims.
From your other side, Jade just watched it all unfold. His posture remained perfectly elegant, his chin resting casually in the palm of his gloved hand as he leaned down against your back. His fingers trailed the curves of your lower body while his gaze tracked every spilling tear, every helpless gag, and the little kicks of your feet every now and then. For some time, he simply admired—fed on your degradation, his empty smile never wavering as his brother roughly possessed you.
But as your eyes started going glassy and your body limped helplessly against Floyd, the cool, clinical amusement darkened into something ravenous. Your total undoing was simply too alluring to just look at.
"My, Floyd..." Jade’s velvety voice slid into the heavy thickness of the room, dripping with heat. "You truly have trained that foul little mouth so beautifully. She is completely cooperative now."
Floyd slowed down his unyielding pace, his head snapped back, a wild, breathless grin flashing across his face as he looked at his twin. "Haah? Riiight, Jade-o~? Koebi-chan's real soft now~. She ain't even bitin’ no more." He beamed somewhat proudly.
"Well, in that case..." Jade murmured, his corporate composure finally dropping entirely as he slid his hands across your thighs and up to your waist under your dress. His towering frame leaned over you, blocking out the last remaining light in the room. "Surely you don't mind sharing? It would be a pity to let such compliance go to waste after all."
Floyd let out a dark, smug chuckle that vibrated right against your mouth. "Go right ahead, Jade-o~ Take whateeever ya want from her," he drawled lazily, as he shrugged. "She doesn't have much to offer but, ya know... 's a pretty good set of holes~”
Before your overloaded brain could even process the words, Jade's weight shifted. He didn't crowd your face; instead, his heavy, powerful hands slid up the curve of your waist, his long fingers sinking ruthlessly into your soft flesh with a terrifying, unyielding authority.
With a single, effortless hitch of his arms, he pulled your lower body upright, shifting your position until your hips were arching back off the cushions, perfectly exposing the vulnerable dip beneath your lower back.
Your eyes widened in a sudden, sharp spike of panic, a muffled cry catching violently in your throat—but Floyd instantly choked it out, his hand tightening at the back of your neck as he pushed deeper, completely filling your mouth and trapping your air once more.
You felt the agonizingly deliberate, slow glide of your undergarments as Jade leaned his weight down over your lower back, letting out a soft, amused hum at your helplessness.
The leather-clad fingers slid with a terrifying, practiced ease between your thighs, finding your most sensitive, vulnerable parts with the clinical precision of a surgeon. He didn't stroke you to prepare or pleasure you; instead, his thumb applied a strong, sudden pressure right against the hyper-sensitive bead at the swell of your core, just for the cruel curiosity of watching your entire frame violently quiver in his grip.
“My, how incredibly responsive,” Jade whispered into the shell of your ear, his voice a low, mocking purr.
He didn't release you, shifting his massive frame to anchor your legs beneath him. Simultaneously, Floyd yanked your face upward letting you finally get some air—but it was more about displaying your tear-stained, ruined features for him to admire.
“Lookin' so pretty, eh? While Jade-o works ya over,” Floyd jeered against your mouth, his hot liquor filled breath fanning your lips as his twin deliberately grinds his fingers in an intentionally cruel way against you, forcing a pained whimper from your throat and a short-lived attempt to wriggle out of their grip. Floyd let out a lazy, derisive huff through his nose, his free hand bunching your cheeks. “Such a good little dolly... takin' it all in so quietly~”
When—in fact—you weren’t able to take it all in anymore and your body went completely rigid from the prolonged ache and overstimulation of Jade's clinically precise touch he finally withdrew his hand. As he fixed his own clothes behind you, the cold air of the lounge hits your bare skin for a split second before it's replaced by a sudden, blinding force. He didn't hesitate. Bracing his weight over your lower back, he drove himself forward, claiming the tight depths beneath in one heavy, unyielding thrust.
“Mmph—!!” A shattered, ruined sob died in the back of your throat as unimaginable fullness of them both ripped through you. Every inch of your body felt occupied, stretched to its limit by the twins' coordinated assault. Floyd holding your head in a vice grip, dictating the breathless, sloppy rhythm at your mouth, while behind you, Jade established a deep, mercilessly abrasive pace that rocked your entire frame against his brother's lap.
They were moving in a terrifying synchronization. You couldn't tell where Floyd ended and Jade began anymore; you were just a fragile, messy “dolly” caught in the middle of a shifting, predatory tide. The intoxicating haze of the sedative completely fractured under the sheer intensity of the friction, leaving you drowning in the heavy scent of that ocean-chilled cologne and the relentless, dual possession of the inner ridges of your body.
Just as the tension in Floyd’s thighs coiled to an unbearable peak, his long fingers tightened ruthlessly in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to force you to look up into his darkened, blown-out pupils.
“Hey... remember what the boss said ‘bout not leavin’ behind any stains? Mhm… ya better swallow every last drop, Koebi-chan,” Floyd rasped, his voice dripping with dominant malice as his pace faltered into heavy, deep jolts.
As Floyd spilled inside your already crowded mouth, the pressure was strong enough to push some of the thick fluids up into your nostrils, making you audibly choke. He exhaled a low, satisfied breath of amusement from his chest. “Better keep it aaall in… bet you're leakin’ all over that leather beneath ya anyway... like a needy little slut, aha~.”
Your mind fractured at the terrifying realization of your own physical betrayal. The cool leather sofa beneath your hips was indeed slick and wet, soaked through by your own body’s involuntary, hyper-stimulated response to the dual assault.
You were astonished—sickened by how your own traitorous flesh succumbed to their touch every single time. Surely you didn't like it. Who would be okay with this type of treatment? You loathed them. You loathed what they were doing to you. But your body no longer felt yours.
The moment Floyd began to fix himself up, before you could even catch a proper breath of air, Jade ruthlessly snapped his hand around the front of your throat. His fingers squeezed, the brutal grip hauling your upper body backward and flush against his own chest. With his other hand, Jade kept both of your wrists pinned securely behind your back, locking your arms in a vice grip that arched your chest forward. You had no strength to hold yourself up, you had no other choice but to collapse entirely into his manhandling.
Floyd rose to his feet smoothly, towering over you with a dark, heavy-lidded stare. He reached down, gripping your chin and jaw in one hand, squeezing just enough to bunch your lips together as he forced your face up.
“Ya wanna try sayin’ all those things again?”
"Look at ya," Floyd laughed, his thumb roughly smearing the stray moisture at the corner of your bruised mouth. "Suckin' me off and leakin' all over the place, and now ya look like a total ratted-out mess! Such a pathetic, dumb little thing aren't ya?” He playfully slapped your flustered cheeks, alternating between them in a mocking rhythm.
Fisting his hand into your hair he yanks your face up, his palm suddenly coming down in a final sharp, stinging slap across your flushed cheek. The loud crack echoed through the room, leaving a slight burning red mark on your skin.
He let go of you with a low chuckle, and Jade immediately took total advantage of your dazed, stinging state—an agonizingly precise invasion. He found the exact, hypersensitive nerve endings he had ravaged before, deliberately targeting them with an unhurried, rhythmic friction that made your entire lower body convulse.
"No—please, Jade, stop... I can't, please..." The desperate, broken begging tore from your throat, as your body was already entirely spent, incapable of enduring another wave of his clinical torture.
Jade merely pressed his face against yours from your side, pinning your wrists harder against your spine with his raw strength as he felt your internal muscles helplessly squeeze and spasm around him—the exact reaction he was hoping for.
"Now, now," he chided softly, in a smooth, terrifyingly polite manner against your ear. "You handled it so exceptionally well the first time, didn't you? Surely you can manage it again for me. Do try to hold still while I finish my experiment."
You had indeed become exactly what they wanted: a quiet, obedient set of holes to play around with.
The helpless involuntary spasming of your body finally snapped the last thread of his clinical detachment. A dark, guttural growl tore from Jade’s throat—a raw, terrifying sound you had never heard from him before. Abandoning all calculation, he shoved you down completely flat, pinning your waist and face mercilessly into the wet leather beneath. With your body uselessly trapped under the massive weight of his arms, Jade abandoned his slow rhythm entirely. He began to ram himself inside you with a frantic, unhinged ferocity, his hips slamming against yours in a merciless, primal desperation. The clinical investigator was completely gone; there was only a starving predator blind to everything but his own impending, violent release.
Reaching his peak at last Jade let out a long, shuddering grunt above you, delivering one final, deeply buried thrust as he erupted inside you, forcing your lower back down against the wet leather before slowly, agonizingly pulling himself out.
You lay limp on the cushions like a marionette with its strings cut, your chest heaving, leaving you gasping for the heavy air thinking it was finally over.
But they weren't finished with their doll.
Jade leaned over, gripping your ankle to drag you across onto the floor, forcing your face right down against the slick stain on the leather.
"Look at the mess you've made, Koebi-chan," Floyd hummed, casually squatting down leaning his weight against his knees as he looked down at you. "Azul's gonna be real mad if he finds this... Ya gotta clean it up."
"Indeed," Jade's smooth voice slid over your shivering spine, entirely devoid of mercy. "We cannot have you ruining the Lounge's furniture. Go on, clean it up. Every last bit.”
Before you could even draw a breath to protest, Floyd’s massive hand entangled ruthlessly into the hair at the crown of your head. With a sadistic grin, he dragged your face downward, pinning your cheek flat against the cold leather right into the center of the damp stain.
"C'mon lick it off," Floyd commanded as his knuckles ground into your scalp, physically guiding your head in a slow, humiliating back-and-forth motion across the cushion. "Wipe it up real good for us, yeah?"
Left with no choice, you were doomed to submit. Tears blurred your vision as you parted your swollen, ruined lips against the leather, your tongue dragging over your own slick, betrayed moisture as Floyd’s unyielding grip dictated every degrading stroke. Jade leaned over from above pulling his leather gloves taut over his knuckles, his golden eye tracking the absolute, broken compliance of their little doll in a heavy, satisfied silence.
"Mmh... there we go, yeah, that's better." Floyd finally and abruptly let go of your hair as he got up, stretching his massive frame toward the ceiling with a loud, lazy yawn. "Aaaaah fuck—handlin’ all that shit made me starvin’. Jade-o, let's go raid the kitchen before lockin’ up."
"A splendid idea," Jade murmured smoothly. Without a single trace of the heavy, ravenous beast that had just consumed him, his elegant, polite demeanor snapped back into place like a mask. He casually adjusted his tie as he looked down at your collapsed form. "You may dismiss yourself when you are able to walk, Koebi-chan. Do ensure you are back in your room before morning preparation begins."
They didn't bother to offer you a hand. They didn't even give you a second glance. The two towering predators turned on their heels, their heavy footsteps echoing across the floorboards as they walked out of the lounge, leaving you—their ruined plaything—behind, soaked in the heavy, inescapable scent of liquor and ocean-chilled cologne.
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