Full of me.
〖 Hollis 𖦹 Nate 𖦹 Ryan 〗
➥ content includes... mean!dom, degradation kink, size kink, overstimulation, dirty talk, power dynamics and more listed within.
❝Who knew being called a mess could feel this good?❞
— Hollis.
mention of: mirror play, forced eye contact, size kink
chilling yet calculatedly cruel— ensuring every action and insult is deliberate
obsessed with size kink as he loves making you feel too small for him
degradation is calm, but cutting such as calling you “pathetic” or “messy”
makes you watch yourself in the mirrors, heavily forcing eye contact
gets off on control
thighs tighten, trembling slightly as your arms burn from keeping yourself spread for him. the mirror in front of you reflects everything— your flushed face, glistening cunt, and hollis crouch between your legs, staring like he owns you
when your gaze dips down to avoid the slight of your messy reflection, the sharp crack of his palm against your clit makes you yelp.
“h-hollis!” you squeal, thighs jerking in response.
“eyes up.” his voice is calm, but the command slices through you. his cock rests heavy in his hand as he strokes himself slowly, deliberately. “ I told you once. you look away again, and I’ll edge you until you’re nothing but sobbing little mess.”
“I wasn’t—I didn’t mean—” you stammer terribly, eyes darting back to the mirror and to the burning brown orbs
“pathetic excuses,” Hollis mutters, smearing his tip through your slick folds before pressing at your entrance. the stretch makes your pump lips fall open instantly, a broken gasp spilling out.
“too much,” a broken whine flees your frame, nails carving into your flesh as you fight to hold them open.
“you’re not even halfway,” his voice falls flatly, watching in the mirror as your cunt strains to swallow him down. “look at you. so fucking small. this greedy hole can’t even take me without shaking.”
you whimper, tears pricking the corners. “I can take it, I promise, just—just don’t stop.”
a sharp smirk pulls at his lips. “good girl. watch yourself while I split you open. don’t you dare look away.”
— Nate.
mention of: possessive, praising & degrading, crying kink
mean but on the side of using emotions as a twist— he typically says things that stick like “you’ll always be mine”
possessive degradation but in the sense of constants “mine, only mine” mindset
gets harder the more you cry, loves seeing you melt from his touch
overstimulated you to the point of breaking then mocks your begging
cruel dirty talk that’s laced with jealousy since he’s determined to make it known that no one else will fuck you like he does
“eyes on me.” Nate’s grip is rough around your jaw, forcing your gaze up when your head threatens to drop back. tears streak your cheeks, your chest heaving as his cock drives deeper into you, the stretch merciless.
“it’s too much,” you croak out cry, voice breaking.
“too much?” his grin is sharp, hungry. he presses his palm against your stomach, and your whimper chokes in your throat when you feel the outline of him there. tThat’s me halfway. you’ll take it all.” he leans down, lips brushing your ear as he growls, “because you’re mine.”
“I can’t—”
“yes, you can,” he snaps, slamming his hips forward until your whole body jerks. your back arches violently, tears spilling down your cheeks.
“N-Nate—!”
“yeah, cry for me. show me who this pussy belongs to.” his thrusts are unrelenting, cruel, each one harder than the last. He watches your expression crumble, eating up every whimper. “say it. say you belong to me, or I’ll keep you stuffed and aching all night.”
through your sobs, you choke out, “yours! I’m yours—”
Nate’s smirk turns dark, satisfied. “damn right.”
— Ryan.
mention of: relentless play, body pinning, organism denial, marking
slow and punishing—the kind to drag everything out to make you squirm, refusing to give in no matter how much you plead with him
loves using his strength. pinning you down, holding your wrist or keeping yourself spread for legs spread until it aches
degrades in a way that’s lazy but sharp: “just a needy, pathetic little toy” or “all you’re good for”
huge on denial, edging you until your face is covered in nothing but tears while hearing you whine for more and finding so much enjoyment in that
possessive in a physical sense; marking with bites and bruises
your wrists strain under his grip, pinned above your head as Ryan’s weight keeps you caged. his cock drags out of you slow, painfully slow, before slamming back in with bruising force.
“Ryan—” your voice cracks, back arching.
“pathetic little toy,” he mutters, lips against your throat before biting down hard enough to make you cry out. His hips grind into you, unyielding, claiming. “so desperate you’d let me ruin you for hours.”
“I’m not—I just—please, I need—”
“you need?” Ryan’s smirk is lazy, cruel. he slows his thrusts until your whole body shakes with the denial, his cock grinding deep but never fast enough. “you don’t get to need. you take what I give you.”
your sobs fill the air as your body trembles under him. “please, let me cum—just once—”
Ryan chuckles, a dark rumble against your neck. “cute. you thought you had a choice.” he slams back into you, making the mirror rattle against the wall, your breath stolen from your lungs. “I’ll decide when you cum. and until then? you’ll thank me for every second I keep you begging.”
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