“don’t be a bitch,” matsukawa issei has you underneath him, body shoved into the mattress like he wants you glued to it, “just let me do this.”
you’re burning while issei’s hand presses on your back like a brick, his other hand trying to guide his big cock into your tight hole. he loves virgins.
feeling him push you open is like hell, it’s all fire and nothing like how you think it should be. “it fucking hurts,” you blink into the pillow, “it hurts.”
“you talk so sweet to me baby,” he pushes the tip in, and the pain and feeling of it all has your voice getting caught in your throat, “yeah? say somethin’ nice now,” his hot breath hits your back, “talk sweet to me.”
he knows how much it hurts. and he doesn’t really care.
he goes to push further in and you try to jerk forward, “wait, wait. just let me—”
“holy shit, shut the fuck up.”
your face falls into the pillow as he pushes all the way into you. a groan melts from his mouth at how you feel around him, “fuck. yeah that’s good.”
he’s moving in and out of you; like a fucking vice to him, “worth the bratty mouth.”
“fuck you.” it’s meant to come out with more anger but it sounds pathetic next to him.
he’s quiet
he’s quiet while he fucks you like you’re a tool to get off with.
matsukawa issei knows that he hurts women, and he’s a sick pervert that enjoys it.
a sickening guilt builds in your stomach as you think and think and think and think and
“does it hurt?”
you want to tell him no. you don’t want him to have the satisfaction that it does hurt. that all you can feel is his cock, and his hands.
“yeah,” you cry out pathetically, “it hurts.”
“i know.”
it’s so pathetic. because he didn’t even have to ask in the first place. but watching you, and hearing you subject yourself to him, is fun.
this is fun to issei. and that realisation is awful.
his cock pulls out of you, face next to your cheek, “let’s put this somewhere else, okay?” his thumb hooks into your mouth, pulling at your cheek, “right here.”
Intelligence is about 50% genetic and 50% environmental, that’s why it’s important for you to create an environment for yourself, where your mind can really starve thrive in. We’ll start out with your hobbies and interests and we’ll cover more minor things some time else.
Much of this is based on a simple garbage in garbage out principle, if all the input your brain get’s is silly nonsense, you shouldn’t be surprised, if the output won’t be of much intellectual significance either. The second core principle of this is use it or lose it, if you stop using those silly brain wrinkles of yours, you shouldn’t be to surprised, when they eventually go bye bye forever, since maintaining them would just be a waist of energy for your body.
All of this also plays an important part in your impression management, when someone tells us they’re interested in philosophy and politics, we’ll perceive and treat that person very differently from some who’s main interests are make up, shopping, going to the gym and travelling. This impression alone will make sure, that people will perceive you as less competent and they’ll be less likely to be interested in your „opinion“ about serious topics, which will further starve your mind from any material that might cognitively challenge you (Well anything will become challenging to you at some point, but that’s another story).
So let’s get started with your new hobbies:
1. Makeup: this is essential for any good bimbo! Watch lots of makeup tutorials and follow a bunch of beauty influencers and other cute girls and put yourself on journey to become better eye-candy. The constant exposure to all of those perfect girls, will also help to keep your ego in check, as a cute side effect.
2. Shoes & Fashion: start with upgrading your selection as much as possible and talk about them, to let everyone know this is something you’re totally into… Post about cute shoes and outfits you saw online, frequently mention how cute a certain outfit of you looked with certain shoes, reblog posts with cute shoes or clothes and compliment the poster or just talk about how cute they look.
3. Astrology: This one is just amazing, not only will your constant babbling, about how much of a gemini thing this or that is, make you look totally ridiculous, this also serves as an excellent chewing toy for your intellectually starved mind, keeping it busy with illusionary connections and false complexity, preventing it from engaging in any deeper analysis. Make sure to always ask people about their sign, when you’re talking to them for the first time, get overly exited over their answer and tell them how this or that of something they did is like sooo typical for their sign. Post about your horoscope and frequently reblog posts you finde hot and explain why thats is like totally such a thing for people of your sign to be attracted to that. The really adorable aspect about this is, that the human mind is so desperate in it’s search for connections, to understand the world and make predictions about the future, that you can easily fool yourself into actually perceiving the world like that, especially when considering your total lack of engagement with any intellectually stimulating content.
4. Reality TV: start watching shallow reality shows as your primary source of entertainment, this will also help in keeping your mind from engaging with topics that aren’t appropriate for your silly girly brain. You’re allowed to watch more complex things though, but only if they contain a hot actor and you’ll get yourself horny and edge, before watching, to make you’re more focused on the important things. Your discussion about the movie will always be limited to how cute certain actors looked, any plot related questions will always be answered with something like: „uuum yeah… like… I didn’t really geeet that part? You know?“
5. Edging: Most people probably wouldn’t consider this a hobby, but it will be a very important one to you, making you more docile, submissive and desperate, while constantly keeping your mind clouded in a cute pink fog of horniness. You can still allow yourself to orgasm, at the beginning, but eventually this should become totally of limits to you, unless you’re specifically allowed to. Frequently post about your edging sessions, since they’re such an essential part of keeping you dumb and desperate, and publicly keep track of your latest orgasm, while gradually increasing the time in between them.
Like. With utmost pity and a soft hand on your cheek. "Oh... Oh, baby, you're not a person. Didn't you know that? Babe, haven't you ever noticed you're not... like other people? Not up to par? Always different, never quite fitting in? Hey, hey, that's okay! It just means you'd make a really good pet, okay?" TAIL WAGGING.
incel!Tomura Shigaraki x f!Reader
Genre: Smut
Notes: one of these days I’ll write a Shigaraki fic where he isn’t an incel 😭
Warnings: 18+, noncon, kidnapping, anal play, sex toys (obviously), butt plug, dildo, vibrator, degradation, squirting, overstimulation, does this count as cheating??, stockholm syndrome implied, pussy slap, oral (f receiving), nipple sucking.
Words: 2.2k
“Shigaraki! Have you seen my bitch?”
“Why are you bothering me with this?”
It was fortunate for Tomura that he’d built a reputation for himself among the league. A reputation that he shared a temperament similar to that of a petulant child. Dabi asked his question and immediately dropped the subject when he heard his glorious leaders response. He had no desire to get into it with him today. He wasn’t coherent. He wasn’t thinking straight when his beloved bitch was missing.
The reputation was fortunate for Tomura, because this was exactly what he wanted. He wanted Dabi to drop the subject entirely. The fact that he knew Dabi wouldn’t have the determination to continue discussing the matter with him when the frosty response was received, was all part of a greater plan. A more truthful answer could have been given by Tomura. He should be helping his comrade looking for his pretty little piece of ass.
But he doesn’t need to look. He knows exactly where you are.
He’s just borrowing you for a little while…
All For One’s generosity never went unnoticed by Shigaraki. He couldn’t thank him enough for finding this secret little location to hide you in. It was a shit hole, but he didn’t care. Why should he? He just wants what he believes to be his – you. More specifically, your cunt.
He believes you know exactly what you’re doing, honestly. When you let Dabi fuck you in the hideout. The way you moan and cry out his name. Do you even try to keep the volume down? Even if you were whispering, the shlucking sounds of your genitals bashing together fills the entire building. Shigaraki complains, obviously. Constantly in fact. You are a little more sympathetic to his words. Dabi on the other hand mocks him. Calls him an incel and tells him he’s just jealous.
He’ll see who’s jealous when he finds out he’s defiled you.
He doesn’t know what’s worse out of the two of you. Dabi mocking his virgin status certainly gets under his skin. But then again, Dabi has never been subtle about what a cocksure son of a bitch he is. Oozing confidence and cockiness, it really grinds Shigaraki’s gears, but he’s come to expect it of his teammate.
You, however, are a patronising bitch. Why be so apologetic when he comes to you with a grievance for you to only repeat the exact same problem the very same night? You like the attention, he thinks. He’s glad he had the chance to snoop in your shared bedroom with the patchwork prick. Shigaraki found some very interesting items in his bedside table.
Your eyes flutter open and you see him lording over you. The surroundings are unfamiliar. Your wrists sting, and it makes sense why when you look up to see you’re chained to a wire headboard. He’s stripped you bare.
This is all too familiar.
This is almost exactly how things began with Dabi. Same shit, different bastard.
“Will you think less of me?” Tomura starts. Your eyes squint as you observe his. They almost look sad, like they’re willing you to not think less of him. “Hm? Will you think less of me, for wanting what he has?” he adds.
He wants to be just like Dabi. Goodness, they have oh so much in common. Your inky haired lover was just as desperate to fuck away his insecurities in your warm, wet hole. Desperate to lose any lingering sense of innocence on his body. That is the reason you can’t remember what home smells like. The reason you’re starting to forget the faces of your family.
Because Dabi wanted you. You weren’t compliant, so he stole you.
But you love him now, you think. After all, what else do you have?
“I don’t think I could think any less of you if I tried.” you confess, breathlessly.
It actually makes him smile. You’re much more tolerable when you aren’t giving him that fake nice act. He knew it was fake. No one is as nice as you are. Especially when you’ve been through what you have. He finds this side of you much more endearing. Much more enjoyable.
“Will you forgive me, at least?” he seconds his initial notion. You pout your lips to the side, and shake your head.
“No, I—”
“Good job I don’t care,” he starts, rifling around in his backpack. Your heart twinges when you see him empty the contents out on the bed by your feet. He’s been in your room. He’s been sifting through Dabi’s things. His special things he stole just for you. “Will you be nice and pliant for me while I play with you?” he asks, genuinely. Whether you kick and scream or lie back and take it. He’s going to get what he wants. Why fight the inevitable? You do it with Dabi. You can do it with Shigaraki.
“Whatever you want Tomura… Nice ‘n pliant.” you speak. Your final word coated in sarcasm and derision. You will be good for him; but you deem it necessary to let him know you aren’t happy about it.
His eyes light up as he focuses on all of the toys at your feet. He’s like a kid in a candy store. He wants to do anything and everything to you. He really wants to lose his virginity and use your cunt to fuck himself stupid. But he’ll embarrass himself by cumming too quickly. He knows it, he knows. He wants to be able to brag to Dabi about how many times he made his little pet cum. How much better Shigaraki is at getting you off than he is.
“Where shall I start?”
Your cunt is already soaked, he figures it must be the adrenaline and excitement of it all. Yet it doesn’t stop him from teasing you about it, regardless.
“Slut.” he calls you as he settles his hands on the bends of your knees. He practically folds you in half when your kneecaps make contact with your chest. You jarred when you felt a singular digit push passed your tense ring of muscle and directly up your asshole. With a free hand, he picks up a toy and showcases it to you. “You like stuff up your ass?” he questions. “This was still in it’s packaging. Why?”
“N-Never done anal b-before.” you stammer out as the unfamiliar contact triggers every nerve ending throughout your body.
“Ah,” you breathe as he pushes another finger into you. “Almost a virgin like me then.”
He snickers at the way your eyes screw shut as the additional digit stretches you out. It doesn’t last long. He may be a pathetic virgin, but he at least knows a few basics. He’s being nice enough to prep you. He thinks you should thank him for being so kind, though he knows you won’t. He removes his fingers from you. His cock twitches at the way your asshole slowly closes itself again.
He runs the silver butt plug up and down your slippery folds, using your slick to coat it up nicely. Tomura is even considerate enough to spit on it to add extra lubrication for you to take the toy for the first time. He revels in how amusing it’s going to be to tell Dabi that he was the first one to corrupt your cute little asshole, not him.
You grit your teeth as he slowly pushes the plug into you. Fuck. It’s hard to stand strong and resist how good it feels. You've always had a sick feeling deep down that if you ever allowed yourself to experience anal, you’d love it. You’re trying to ignore it. But he can tell. You like having your pretty asshole played with, don’t you?
He looms over you, his face mere inches from your own. He lowers himself. Cracked lips slotting perfectly against soft, plump ones. You taste good. You taste like a new addiction to him.
“Didn’t think your asshole could look any cuter, but the pink heart on the plug is a real nice touch.” he speaks with a saliva string keeping your lips firmly connected to one another.
His fingers snake down to the plug. Tugging it ever so slightly and seeing how wildly your hips buck for him. So responsive, a good little bitch. He needs something else. He wants to see you unfurl, now. He holds up a pink plastic cock and a small blue clitoral vibrator.
“I want you to cum for me. Which one of these toys will make that happen sooner?” he urges you to respond. You can’t point, and your thoughts are almost impossible to understand as you can focus on nothing but the metal plug resting safely in your asshole. So good. So sensitive. He holds up one at a time. “Nod for me, dummy.” he instructs. Nothing for the dildo. Nodding for the vibrator.
“D-Do you know where the- the clit is?” you manage to stutter out. Your question is answered when he spanks it lightly. You yip at the contact.
“Don’t mock me.” he chastises as he lightly runs a finger from side to side over the bundle of nerves. You mewl and moan, desperate for more. He rejoices when he sees more slick gush out of your dreamy hole, travelling down and coating the darling, pink heart jewel twitching in your ass. “Patchwork has been missing out… holding back on playing with your asshole…” Shigaraki comments, speaking as he remains beguiled by your anatomy. He did this. He is the one that has positively soaked you like this.
He can barely keep the vibrator still on your clit because you’re so wet. There’s only one thing for it. He rests his head between your thighs and sucks brutally on the sensitive nub. Christ you feel like your soul is leaving your body. Your legs are convulsing and trapping his head in place. He thinks he’s drank up enough of your juices. He frees himself from the crushing grip of your thighs and attempts to vibrate your clit once again.
“Ohhh, Tomura… – fuck – ‘m gonna cum!!!” you moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you squirm in the centre of the bed.
“So soon? Are you making fun of—?”
“Nngh!”
His doubts of his skill are dispelled when your cunt gushes clear like a waterfall all around him. He can’t help himself but latch onto the source and drink up everything you have to offer. Jesus you taste good. Do you…
“Do you do that for him?” he wonders, giving you a moments reprieve from the highest intensity vibration.
“N-Never, didn’t know I could- I could do that…” you heave. Your breasts jiggle as your breathing is breathy and inconsistent. He’s going to suck them, he thinks. They look so perfect; your hard nipples begging to be toyed with.
“In that case, you’re going to do it again.” he announces. He picks up the plastic dildo and slowly sinks it inside of your walls.
Your eyes cross. It’s mesmerising to him. So aroused by these pathetic toys he’s used on you, and he’s not even had his wicked way with you himself. The squelch and shlock shlock shlock of the dildo fucking into you makes Shigaraki moan heartily. If he didn’t know better, he’d think that sound alone had made him cum in his pants. He’s sure that isn’t the case. But copious amounts of pre have definitely leaked out of his tip.
“Fucking, Christ. Such a wet, slutty cunt.” he announces. It sounds like he’s scolding you, but in reality he’s talking to no one but himself. “You better cum like that again.” he hisses. The blue vibrator is forced onto your clit once more. You can’t! You can’t!
“Tomura I- s’too much! Too much f’me!”
By now Shigaraki had finally latched his lips onto your pert nipple. He tugged lightly with his teeth before uttering a simple ‘shut up’ to you. He was right. The feeling of your hardened bud in his mouth is divine. It shouldn’t have surprised you that he’s such an incredible multitasker. Using both hands to expertly overstimulate your cunt in a way that is oh so intense but delicious all at once. His sucking and biting on your teat adding to the thrill of it all. Fuck. You’re close. So close.
“’m gonna-“ you choke out, letting him know you’re about to follow his orders. Like a good girl. A good bitch.
“Good. Fucking do it, make a filthy mess for me.” he encourages. He’s away from your breast now. He wants to see in full what he can make that pretty cunt of yours do.
“Ah-! Ah-! Ahhhh-!” you gasp.
You’re relieved when the familiar sensation transparent liquid waterfalling out of you escapes you. Tomura’s eyes enlarge and he’s captivated by the flood of water that leaves your lips. Again, he thinks. One more time and then he’s earned it. But you’re spent. He can see how you’re trembling beneath him, struggling against the biting pain around your wrists. You’re done. You are… You are done.
But he isn’t.
“One. More.” he jeers. You shake your head in defiance. What doesn’t he understand? You can’t.
“Can’t—!”
“One more, and then I’ll reward you by letting you be the first person to have your insides painted by me.”
Zack x f reader who went out of town for a weekend and when she gets back its needy rough sex time? 👉👈
HELL YES. Anon you are making my night. ♡
Weekend Getaway [ Zack x Fem!Reader ]
Pairings: Isaac (Zack) Foster, Implied Female Reader
Description: "Business" has kept you away for too long and your second boss doesn't approve. *Cough Cough* Porn with a plot *Cough Cough*
TW: Language, Smut, Rough Sex, Dom Zack, Sub Reader, Fingering (Fem), Scissoring, Pet Names, Daddy Kink, Choking, Degredation, Breath Play, Praise, Wall Sex, Doggy, Pinch of Overstimulation, Clit Fucking (?), Why Tf Do I Always Write At Midnight-
"Honey, I'm home~" Your sweet words echoed down the hallway.
They reached your partner's ears, his silhouette showing up in the bedroom's doorframe. "Y/n?" He muttered. His voice was course, almost as if he'd been sleeping.
"Where's my hug?" Arms outstretched, you tilt your head in confusion with a pout. "Didn't you miss me?"
There wasn't a moment of hesitation before warm hands wrapped around your tiny frame. Head rested into the crook of your neck, Zack let out a sigh. "Of course I missed you, dumbass..."
"Then what's wrong?"
At first when he pulled away you were nervous, but the next moment had the heat building in your lower region. Strong hands gently made their way down your thighs, his hot breath sending shivers up and down your spine. "It's been days. 𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘴 since I've felt you. Seen you. Touched you..."
Your moans only spurred him on. "Zack.."
"I need this. You need this. Just- fuck- just let me... Let me touch you. Let me feel you.."
And of course you told him yes. Well, the best you could muster with his body pressing you firmly to the front door. His kisses moved up to your lips as both hands ripped off your shorts. Yes, you'd just gotten them. Did you care? Not in the slightest. His hand dipped into your panties, one finger sweeping past your folds and pushing into you without a second thought.
"How the hell do you get wet so fast... Such a good fucking doll for me."
Without slowing down, his other hand slipped under your shirt. He didn't rip it, but broke the kiss for only a second before going in for your neck again. Your bra was unclipped and allowed your breasts to make themselves known to him.
"Damn gorgeous is what you are. So fucking gorgeous for me. Only me. Isn't that right, doll?"
He added another finger, hitting your g-spot harder and harder every time. Mouth taking on an entire tit, his teeth gently rubbing on your nipple.
The pleasure was getting unbearable. It was coming, you knew it. "Y-yes, Daddy. Daddy keep going please! I'm so so close~"
He knew it, too. The nickname had him growing harder, his erection hurting at this rate. Both fingers scissored you over and over, your back arching slightly.
That is, until they stop completely. A wimper left your lips at the loss of contact. He didn't leave you long, though, before removing his boxers and your panties in the matter of a moment. His dick swollen and hard, you knew it to be thick. Had he prepped you enough? Usually it took an orgasm or two to prep you.
One hand on either side of your hips, his dick gingerly met your clit. "Such a slut for me, aren't you?"
You couldn't muster a reply, words tumbling against each other.
He pulled it back, taking you off the door and throwing your fragile body onto the couch like a ragdoll. You couldn't process anything before he was behind you, flipping you over so your ass was wide open for him.
"Now, doll, didn't I ask you a question?" He asked, voice deep and one hand on the back of your neck.
"Y-Yes... Yes, Daddy. I'm such a slut, Daddy."
"Who's slut?"
"Yours, Daddy."
You couldn't see him, but his smirk was growing by the moment. His heterocromatic eyes rested on your figure, drinking in the sight.
"Please, Zack." You cried out underneath him. "Please just fuck me. I don't care anymore, just fuck me..!"
"Good girl."
One swift movement was all it took. He didn't stop, didn't let you get used to it. His finger rested on your clit, small tight circles opening you up for him. The other hand rested on the back of your neck, barely leaving enough room for air.
cw: inappropriate usage of a shock collar, degredation, oral (m receiving), dumbification, orgasm control + denial, usage of a vibrator, allusion to cunnilingus, a lil subspace
do not read if you are under the age of 16
remus had his hands covering your eyes while he guided you towards your room. “no peaking, pup. it’s a surprise, after all.” he whispered excitedly in your ear. you giggled, wondering what the surprise could possibly be.
“hey, baby,” you felt a familiar pair of lips on your cheek, and you smiled in the general direction of the giver. “hey, jamie!” you tried to walk towards him, but remus pulled you against him, and directed you back onto the previously set course. you groaned, but went along with him anyway. before long, the three of you had made it to your room.
remus removed his hands from your eyes, and you had to blink for a second, your eyes not adjusted to the light of the room. when your vision had finally cleared, you found sirius sitting on the bed, a gift bag in his hands and his back against the headboard. he patted the spot between his spread legs, and you scurried over to him, snuggling in with your back against his chest.
“heya, pup. you excited?” he murmured next to your ear, wrapping his arms around you. you couldn’t take your eyes off the gift bag as you nodded your head like mad. the four of you had discussed getting you a new collar, when your previous one had been, well, a tad overused and that you were deserving of a treat. you couldn’t wait to see what the boys had picked out for you.
“ok, darling, before we start, do you remember your safe words?” remus knelt down beside the bed and looked deep into your eyes. you gulped quietly, knowing that when he mentions the safe words before hand, the scene is going to be intense.
“yellow if i want you to slow down, or take a break, and red for a full stop.” you recited your safe words, and the boys smiled, oh so proud of their baby. “alright, pup, go ahead and open it.” james gave you the permission you so desperately wanted, and you tore into the bag, sending the tissue paper flying in every direction. sirius giggled lowly at your antics.
after breathless gift opening, you finally found the contents of the bag. a brand new collar, just like you’d all discussed. however, this one looked strange. there was the normal leather that encircled your neck, but there was a clunky looking box on the front of it, where you were used to seeing a name tag.
you turned it over in your hands, confused by it. “what’s wrong, pup? do you not like it?” sirius feigned offense, and you whipped around to disagree, but you caught onto his sarcasm, and laughed with him. james took the collar from your hands, and motioned for you to lift your chin so he could fasten the accessory around your neck. you obeyed, and looked up at the ceiling, waiting to feel the comforting weight of a collar around your throat once more.
when it was fastened, it felt so heavy in the front; that stupid box. you whined, not understanding why it was there, and thinking it would be much prettier with your doms’ names on it. “ah ah ah, none of that. consider this a test run.” remus wagged his finger at you, akin to the way one would treat a misbehaving dog.
you pouted, but remained silent all the same. remus reached forward and pressed a few buttons that you hadn’t noticed before on the little box, and a little red light appeared under your nose. “what-” you cut yourself off with a yelp, an electric shock zapping your throat. the pain ripped another squeal from your mouth, but that just caused the shock collar to activate again, sending another zap through you. this cycle continued until you were quietly whimpering against sirius’s chest, eyes watery with tears.
“oh darling, we’ve told you to be quiet, haven’t we? this is a necessary measure to get our point across, hm? you won’t be able to get it into that little baby brain of yours unless we use this, ok?” remus hummed, brushing some hair away from your sticky forehead.
“my baby brain,” you muttered, just quiet enough so the collar wouldn’t register it as noise. the boys around you smirked; they knew that when you started repeating their degrading words, you were under, and you were basically as malleable and submissive as they needed you to be.
james knelt between your legs and gently pulled them open, leaving your now soaked panties on display for the boys’ hungry eyes. “so wet from just a few shocks, aren’t we, darling? so desperate, so pathetic,” he spat the last word out, and you whimpered, only this time the collar heard it, and sent a shock through you once again.
“so sensitive, aren’t you? just how i like it.” he growled before biting onto the waistline of your panties, inadvertently nipping you, and dragging your underwear down your legs, exposing your core. you tried to close your legs as the cold air of the room made its way to your cunt, but sirius kept your legs pried open with his large hands.
now that you were held down and vulnerable, james reached into the gift bag and pulled out another object that’d completely gone unnoticed by you at first. a vibrator wand. you whimper at the sight of it and your head fell back on sirius’ shoulder at the thought of what they’re going to do to you. sirius grabbed your chin roughly and forced you to look at the bespectacled boy between your legs. “eyes on prongs, pup.” he whispered in your ear.
your attention was fully on james when he held the now turned on toy to your clit, and a surprised yelp escaped your throat. this activated the collar and another shock went through you. you bit your lip hard, and threw your head back again, disobeying to sirius’ words. you didn’t care, you just didn’t want to get shocked again, although you couldn’t help but get aroused by the little zaps of pain.
james didn’t let up with the vibrator, adjusting the level whenever you were too quiet for his liking, drawing breathy moan after breathy moan from your now abused throat. you didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to cum all over the toy until you were seeing stars. and james was going to do just that.
you felt the bed shifting, and you opened your eyes to find remus straddling your upper body with his leaking cock out, ready for you. “wanna help daddy out a little, hm? open up for me, pup.” he tapped his cock head on your lips, and your tongue darted out to taste his precum. your eyes rolled back at the taste of him, and you opened your mouth eagerly. “fuck, that’s what i like to see, doll. so hungry for my cock, aren’t you?” he groaned, reveling in the feeling of your lips around his cock.
you were trying to take him deeper, but with the combined feeling of sirius’ lips and teeth on your neck as well as james between your legs, kissing your thighs and fucking you with the vibrator, you couldn’t handle taking his cock down your throat. it was all too much, and on top of all that, you felt yourself getting dangerously close to the edge.
you let out a whimper around remus’ cock, making him groan. “aw, is the little slut gonna cum? whaddya think, boys, should she be allowed to cum?” remus looked at the other two, and they both sneered. “no, i don’t think she should. she’s been so naughty, hasn’t she? moaning ‘round your cock like that, makin’ the collar zap her? our pretty little masochist.” james chuckled and upped the level on the vibrator. fuck, you hadn’t even noticed the shocks anymore. they were just adding to the ever-tightening knot in your belly that was going to burst any second.
your eyes rolled back, and you arched your back and started to cum. until james yanked the toy away and sirius pulled your legs up against your chest to prevent any accidental stimulation. remus, however, stayed deep in your throat; so deep that your throat was straining against the collar. all the boys groaned at the sight and you felt some tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
remus was relentless with his thrusts, and had you gagging and sputtering around his cock. you hated to admit it, but you could still feel yourself on the brink of orgasm just from him fucking your throat. “what a little slut, getting off on daddy destroying her throat.” remus spat, grabbing the back of your head for more leverage.
at this point, all you could think of was getting remus off, so you relaxed your throat completely, and started swallowing whenever you felt a gag coming on. that had him moaning your name, and it was absolute music to your ears. the way thrust into your throat had you whimpering around him, getting him all the more closer to his release.
“gonna cum down your pretty throat, yea? fill your belly up nice and full,” his voice broke at the end of his sentence, showing how his composure was slowly but surely melting away. he was going to lose control. you nodded and hollowed out your cheeks, wanting nothing more than to feel his hot load shooting against the back of your throat.
and feel it you did. with one last thrust into your wide open mouth, remus came, a string of curses flying from his lips as he threw his head back in ecstasy. you swallowed every last drop, just like they’d trained you to do, relishing in the taste of him.
“what a good pup, you did amazing,” sirius kissed your temple, and nuzzled against your neck. you hummed at the praise, only to get shocked again. you flinched, and sirius cooed. “darling, how about we take this off for now. been so good for us,” he took off the collar for you, and kissed at your sensitive neck. “there, all better, pup.” you hummed your thanks, thankful that it was all over now. however, the ache between your legs was still immense.
james noticed you rubbing your thighs together, and smirked. “want me to take care of that, pup? want me to make you cum all over my face like the pretty little whore you are, hm?”
“yeah, she does,” remus chimed in. “make her squirm, james. make her scream for us.”
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I love Aemond, but I also wanna make him cry. I wanna belittle him and call him a useless fuck toy, smack him around the room and tease the fuck out of him. I just wanna abuse him until he's crying and begging me to stop
