Hi beautifulllll I have a request whenever you have time!
For Falling From Grace, what if reader asks them to cum on her tits or face, whatever but for HER pleasure, because she wants it.
Like, one of them does it to her first and she realizes she likes it so much she asks for all of them, on their days, to do it to her.
And it'd be more of (I'd leave this to your choice, obvi) one sentence of their reaction, either words or their actions but in one sentence.
So, I'm thinking Whiskey'd be like
"Attagirl, open up that pretty mouth wide"
or Marcus Acacius just...
Slaps her face roughly as if she just demanded the most outrageous thing because who does she think she is to draw pleasure from his pleasure?
THANK U IN ADVANCE LOVE YA
omg gorgeous what a mindddd
dark! stuff below the cut!!
deep in stockholm syndrome, already broken in reader.
Joel Miller
He's up till late, fixing some batteries or some shit like that
You are huddled between his thick thighs, mouth bobbing gently along his cock- as he told you. "No fancy stuff, puppy, just need a place to stuff my cock."
Your jaw aches, and the way you pick up your pace when you realize your eyes are fluttering for sleep has him bouncing soles against the floor.
He's about to grab a fistful of your hair and get it over with when the loud pop surprises him, followed by the cool breeze over his wet dick.
He looks down at your shape, obscured by the table. Your lips are swollen and your naked body almost shivers.
If he moved his boot an inch or two it would be just under your naked pussy.
But his gaze flickered back to your hesitant eyes, intimidated by his scowl.
The silence was a sign to continue.
"C-can you cum on me?"
Your voice barely above a whisper, barely audible at all.
He froze. Tempting idea.
Your nipples pebbled as you rose up bit, ribs digging against the chair he was man spreading in.
You propped your elbows on his thighs and carefully wrapped a hand around his spat on cock. You angled his cock towards your chest, searching for approval in his face.
Wrong. His grip on your hair brought you to your feet, as sudden as the attack of a snake in the grass.
Loose bits of wire and tools dug into your back as he pressed you over the table.
You whined as his heavy body slotted right over yours, spare hand aligning his cock with your swollen cunt.
"Wanna waste my cum?" He barked at your ear, and your scalp burned. "Got all the other boys to cum on your slutty body, not me baby."
He pushed his cock in with no kindness, and you realized you had fucked up.
Javier Peña
Baby boy needs to make sure he was hearing right, your breathy little moans filling his head with air
"cum on my ass." You mewl, almost loosing your grip on the blanket. His cock pistoned in and out, and then stuttered.
His thick arm reached around your front, pulling you against his damp abs. His cock dug impossibly deeper, and your head reeled into his shoulder
"Huh?" He groaned, before licking a stripe against your cheek. you squirmed.
"C-cum on my ass, please." You repeated, shame spreading against your cheeks.
He let you go, still impaled in his cock, and your body jerked against the sheets
You moaned as he slipped his cock out of you, clenching around painfully nothing
His hand groped your ass tightly, spreading you open as he aimed with the same ability he had done years ago
Hot, wet cum spurted all over your holes, and you eyes shut in bliss
"Que preciosa te ves empapada."
Agent Whiskey
He's fucking your throat first thing he does when he's back from work
Preening at your enthusiasm, he curses "There there, pretty whore, milk my fucking cock dry."
You are unable to speak clearly as the pubic hair nestled on the base of his cock tickles against your nose. But he hears your pretty little whimpers and babbles, and pulls away, letting you catch some air.
"On-On my face." You plead, between gulps of breathe. His eyebrows scrunch.
"Don't like the taste honey?" He asks, a bit offended. You shake your head hastily, fear mingling in your action.
"Like how it feels." You whisper shyly, forcing a grin to tug at his lips; just under the well groomed mustache.
He holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail, his cock tapping at your lips as he beguns fisting
"Attagirl, open up that pretty mouth wide" He growls. "Don't wanna waste all of it."
Oh he loves how your face scrunches with excitement and nerviousness, lips parting coyly, it's just enough to send him over the edge, painting your face in white
Oberyn Martell
Your face is planted against the pillow, etched with concern as Oberyn's broad shoulders cage you into the bed
His weight is warm and suffocating, each slow and sensual rut of his hips sending your eyes to the back of your skull
"Tell me, my darling," He purrs, flicking strands away from your hair. "what is it you desire?"
Your thighs spread, almost begging for more, and your voice is slurred with sex. "Oberyn."
He chuckles, inhaling the scent of your hair as his knees support his tortuously slow fucking
He knows what he's doing, he wants you to beg
"cum on- whine- cum on my- cum outside my pussy."
He tuts, a deep stroke making you bite the pillow case.
He picks up his pace, and you squirm at how quickly he does.
"Nah baby," He mutters, leaning back onto his heels as his thighs encase yours, holding you still. "this cunt is made to take my cum, to have it clenching around me as I keep you filled."
You hum, his words setting you on fire.
"Don't want to carry my bastard, is it that baby?" He presses, and you are too fucked out to string a sentence together, but you shook your head against the silky pillow case. He sighs, intrigued. "such a dirty girl."
Marcus Acacius
You'd be too terrified to even ask
His body dwarfs yours, and your knees almost falter as his cock plummets in your ass
You know the two digits he has shoved into your cunt aren't for your pleasure, but you soak them thoroughly.
Despite the way your hole envelops him, he wishes to cum in your warm, wet pussy- but the idea comes a second too late, and the way your ass clenches around him as he pulls away is enough to have him painting your globes round
You gasp at the sensation, hips buckling back and pushing his fingers deeper, his knuckle grazes your clit and it's game over
You cum around his fingers- a thing Marcus, for some reason, hates
The conversation he had that morning with Joel resounds in his ears. "The little whore asked me to cum all over her, don't know who got those ideas on her head."
He had grumbled something back, "Probably Catfish."
His nostrils flared as red hot anger licked at his fists, curling his fingers deep inside her, enough to send her wailing
He abruptly pulled his hand away and used the wet heel of his palm to slap at your cunt. Cum, arousal and redness smeared all over your back side.
With an iron grip on your locks, he turned you around, using the same hand to slap your face to the side
"Sloppy slut," He howled, seeing how tears bloomed from your eyes. "I'm gonna leave you drenched, let's see how much cum you can take."
Frankie Morales
"Cum on her face." Joel orders. and Catfish has to pretend not to understand.
He looks away from the wall -where he had perched his gaze in an attempt not to look at what was happening before him- and over his shoulder, to Joel.
He holds that dangerous glint in his eyes as he sips the amber liquid from his glass.
"You heard me." He repeats, and his eyes linger on the growing tent of Catfish's jeans.
He has to look at you, spare you some dignity. Your bruised body draped over the coffee table. Your eyes flutter open, looking for him in the dimly lit room
He holds room for a moment of hesitance, almost flinching when Joel sighs and plants his glass on the table
From the second his boots plant on the floor in front of you and you get on your knees, he feels remorse all over him
You flinch at the zipper, but your eyes stay observant, and the flicker of eager goes unknown to him
He's like a god, and you are his foolish servant, waiting for a drip of his mercy
He get's it over with quickly, hand fisting his cock in quick motions until he grasps your chin gently and aims at your cheeks
Your eyes clench but your mouth parts with a silent gasp, the thick substance coating your face; his groans echoes in your ears, a sweet melody
He doesn't see the way your tongue darts to lap at his juice, but Joel does
Dieter Bravo
Of-fucking-course Javier would be bragging about how you asked him to cum all over him
Whiskey would say something similar, and it woudl get him reeling
The clock strikes 12 on friday and he's hauling you to his room, slamming you on the bed and locking the door - against Catfish's wishes
He's been pounding into you for fifteen minutes when he speaks up, voice hoarse and groggy "Why the fuck haven't you asked yet?"
Your tired face scrunches in confusion, attempting to escape his grip. "What?"
His hand laces into your hair and pushes your face into the pillow, fucking into you with a renewed- fueled by hate - vigor
He seethes, slapping your bruises backside "To cum all over ya, cumdump."
Your face warms and you shake your head hastily, tears blossoming from shame
Now he has a plan
Your hands are bound to the bed frame, and almost every inch of you is covered in him by next day's noon
You body shivers with unease, trying to rub off the flaky sensation
"Well... back when I was in the Bubble, fighting everyday..."
"I... never found the time to wash my clothes,"
"My shirt got soaked in blood. Usually, it disappears after the person dies. But not on clothes, apparently! It really stinks sometimes, but it is pretty cool, you have to admit,"
"I mean, how could cool is it knowing everyone fears you? And you have the stains to prove it! I'm not proud of everything I've done, but at least I'm not a pathetic loser anymore,"
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Pap stares at his transformed fiancé with wide eyes. “woah...” he whispered under his breath, absolutely stunned by how beautiful Red looked.
Red blushed at the way Pap was looking at him, fidgeting in the new clothes, wings fluttering.
“i dunno how this happened, it just...! a little help?” he asked sheepishly, trying to maybe grasp the roof to climb down from where he was floating in the air. Landing seemed way too hard.
