SUMMARY: You return home late, which pisses of your husband but when he gets to know the reason things take an unexpected turn and you end up receiving one of the best and most satisfying birthday gifts ever.
CONTENT WARNING: [18+ mdni]: yandere : toxic behaviour and relationship : possesive and obsessive behaviour : established relationship : angst : hurt/comfort : emotional neglect : misogyny : mentions of cheating in the past
WC: 1.7k
an; this is not proofread! Also this is a part 2 of this
“Where the fuck have you been?”
That was the first thing you heard when you finally returned, you were somewhat expecting it considering how late it was and out of your character. But still you had hoped and wished for him to not be at home as he was not most of the time.
He looked at the back of your head as you were heading towards the grand staircase and had stopped frozen hearing his voice.
He had been waiting for you for quite some time now, after knowing you had not returned since evening and he was not used to be waiting for anyone, he was a very impatient man. He wanted and needed everything instantly when he demanded for it, if it crossed his mind it better be in front of him too.
So, imagine his reaction when he returned at evening calling out your name all over the mansion and heard no response from you only to get to know from the staff that you had left for somewhere, and that too without telling him or getting his permission, the rage he had felt was almost murderous.
You were very pliant and always took his permission before going anywhere, as you should. You were not much of a trouble and honestly he loved that, he loved that you always did what he asked for, always asked for his permission, that you were entirely under his control, wrapped around his finger. He even boasted about your obedience in his circle, taking pride in you.
He hated losing control and being wrong about anything, so he better not be wrong about you and you better not start acting out of line and disobeying him.
“I asked you a question,” he said, taking a step towards the staircase where you stood. “Where were you?”
“Out.”
A hint of anger and irritation passed his eyes when he heard that. “I fucking know that, but out where?” He asked through his clenched teeth, stepping closer.
“I was out with my friends” you said with an exhausted sigh, “We went out for dinner.”
“With your friends?” he repeated, seething. “You left this house, without telling me, without taking any of my men with you, looking like a fucking whore, to go to dinner with your friends, and that too this late? Do you have any fucking idea what time it is.”
You felt his hands wrap around your wrist as he towered over you, looking down at you but you only avoided his gaze, looking to your side without any response. “I called you like 50 times, you would know if you cared to check your phone.”
You did know and that was the sole reason you had switched off your phone. “My phone died so I am really sorry I couldn't check it.”
You felt his warm breath against your face, as his hands wandered around your waist and hips, as he touched your hair. “And why did you dress so cheaply? Do I get you expensive stuff to decorate your closet?”
“It was a birthday and they had a theme so–”
“I don't give a fuck it was birthday or whatever” he cut you off, his voice gravelly. “If your friends want to celebrate, they can do it without you. And if you wanted to go out, you should have asked for permission like you always do.”
He knew who your friends were, similar wealthy background girls like you, politicians and businessmen daughters and he had no issues with them, most of the time atleast but if you were going to behave like this just to hang out and meet with them, he was definitely going to have problems with them and you would end up suffering instead.
“You don't leave without my say so. Do you understand me? And if not I will lock you in your room, then keep crying.” He said tilting his face to the side to meet yours at your eye level, only for you to turn to the other side again, nodding.
You hated looking at his eyes, they were really sharp, predatory and cold. In the beginning of your marriage when you used to it made you feel so uneasy and scared, slowly you learnt to avoid his gaze and directly looking at his face.
That way it was easier to deal with him, if not whatever you have learnt and kept yourself out together it would come crashing down in one go and you didn't want that happening.
“There are people out there always trying to put a bullet through my head, get me dead, get something they can use against me. Do you have any idea how easy it would be for someone to take you off the street?”
“You're supposed to be where I can see you–”
He stopped abruptly, turning around as the large front door of the estate opened, flooding in the light from the outside as the driver you had taken for yourself walked in, arms full of and laden with things with different colours, gift wrappings, shopping bags from high end boutiques and brands.
He stared at the bags and the gifts as the driver walked towards you two. Slowly, he turned his head back to you.
“What is this now? You went shopping too?”
“No,” you said, rubbing your arm feeling a wave of anxiousness as you took in a breath before speaking “They're from the birthday party.”
“Whose birthday party?” He asked, picking up a small rectangular shaped gift box from the pile from the driver's arms.
“Mine.”
Happy Birthday, my darling. My sweetest, prettiest baby girl in this whole world, dad loves you alot. — Dad.
He read it simultaneously, the card attached to it as that one word left your mouth and everything came crashing down to him as he felt like he was thrown in a cold lake on a harsh winter night.
Fuck.
He had forgotten.
He had forgotten your birthday.
“Today…. today was your birthday?” He asked as if still in disbelief as he looked at you with this weird look which you had never seen on his face and you didn't know if you wanted to deal with it right now. Why did it matter if it was your special day or not, for him it was like any other day.
“Yes” you said simply, turning back towards the stairs, your hand gripping the banister. “I am going to bed, I am really tired also I am sorry I should have told you beforehand.”
“Wait”
His hand shot out, catching your wrist. But he didn't pull you back with his usual rough force. His grip was loose, his fingers gentle on your skin.
“Wait a second’ he said again, his voice getting heavier.
You stopped, looking down at his hand on your wrist, then up at his face, not really knowing what to do and what to say, honestly it didn't hurt you that he didn't remember it, because you never had that kind of expectation from him.
"Baby," he whispered.
The word “baby” came out clumsy and sounded really weird to your ears. The word felt incredibly strange coming from his mouth.
He was not an affectionate guy or the one to use pet names as that, he usually called you woman or wife when he was angry, when he was pulling your clothes over your head in the dark after returning home late and straight up coming to fuck you.
Even when he used words like that, which was a rare occurrence, it was to mock you or try to get you into bed. Right now the way he spoke that word was completely different, it almost sounded affectionate and intimate, like he loved you, his voice had a hint of desperation, which was not like him at all.
“I am…I am–” he stammered trying to get the word sorry out of his mouth which was stuck in his throat, he felt like he should say it but it was not coming out.
He didn't even remember the last time he had said sorry to someone,that too sincerely but right now his heart and mind both shouted together for him to say out that word to you, he didn't know why, he didn't know why this heavy feeling had settled in his chest when he realised he missed such an important day of yours, was this guilt? Is this how it felt like?
Sorry was like a cuss word to him but still he couldn't help himself as those words left his mouth.
“I…” He swallowed hard, his eyes searching yours. “I forgot. I am ... fuck it. I am sorry.”
You stared at him, completely frozen as those words left his mouth, so strange and awkward.
I am sorry?
Had you heard him right?
He had never said those words to you. Not when he stayed out all night with other women, not when he yelled at you for things you didn't do, not when he forced you to stay home when you wanted to see your family. He never apologized for his actions, never.
So, how could you believe him even if he was standing on the bottom step of the stairs, looking up at you with wide, desperate eyes, telling you that he was sorry.
“I didn't mean to, I swear to God” he rambled, his voice growing faster, more frantic as he saw the lack of reaction on your face. He stepped up onto the stair, bringing himself closer to you as he kept rambling.
“It's fine you don't need to worry too much.” You whispered not knowing what else to say.
“No, it's not fine!” he said, his voice rising. He leaned closer, his forehead pressing against yours, his warm skin touching yours as the breath of you two mixed with each other, the similar way your feelings were tangling with his, messy and unsure.
“It's your birthday. I should have... I should have been there with you the whole day. I should have taken you out. What do you want? Tell me what you want, and I'll get it for you right now.”
“I don't want anything” you said, your eyes slipping shut as you touched his face reassuringly.
“Don't say that” he said as his voice sounded pleading, thumbs brushing against your cheekbones. His touch was so gentle it felt almost foreign.
“Anything you want. Anything, jewellery, bags, anything I mean it, you just name it. Or a trip? We can go to Paris to celebrate your birthday, or anywhere else, wherever you want.”
He was offering you everything he had, trying to buy his way out of the suffocating guilt that was weighing him down in his heart for some god forsaken reason, and because he was feeling like that for the first time he didn't know how to act and what to do or deal with this strange feeling.
But you didn't want anything he was offering to you.
Though you were not going to lie, the word divorce did flash in your mind for a second but even you knew that offer was not on the table.
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Warnings: PuppyHybrid!Satoru x fembunnyhybrid!reader, smut, dubcon, licking, mentions of Suguru (he’s a perv), jerking off, exhibtionism. I hope you like this!!! Enjoy!!
Toru absolutely has no sense of when things should be done and when they shouldn’t be done, he’s completely fine with having a full on make-out session with you right as Suguru is clicking away at the channels a few inches away from you to. you hate public displays of affection so you’re always whining and pawing to get away from him. He really won’t have any of it, he’s trying his hardest to suck on your tongue or trying to slip his hands under your shirt. 
Suguru really seems to not care in the least bit, he’ll intervene to tell Satoru to calm down but apart from that he doesn’t mind the small moans that make your way up your throat.
Nor does he bat an eye when Satoru is blatantly tugging down his sweats to free his already leaky cocklet, he has no shame with the way he’s rubbing your pussy through your underwear, and when Satoru places you on his lap, quickly shutting you up with a small warning growl, he still isn’t turning his head.
Satoru slips his needy cock right into you with no problem, you were already wet enough just from the kissing. He’s filiting himself right into your gummy walls and fucking up into you. Satoru is a loud moaner, he practically howls as he milks himself with your pussy over and over. His bunny feels so damn good how could he not ruin you over and over?
You and Satoru don’t see it but Suguru is totally looking: but not making it obvious and even if he did you two still wouldn’t notice in your state right now. He’s staring at where you and Satoru connect, creating that nasty milky ring that dribbles down Satoru’s thighs. Suguru starts rubbing at his thigh, trying to zone out as to not seem like a pervert, but aren’t you two the perverts here?
Without regard for privacy anymore, Suguru rubs his cock through his pants, squeezing his tip in tune with the way Satoru makes you bounce agaisnt his dick.
And it’s not long before he just rips his dick out from its confines and jerks off, rubbing the precum from his tip all the way to his heavy balls, Satoru lifts your legs and he gets to have a better angle at your soft pillowy cunt, you’re so damn wet, glistening in the warm light and oh so beautiful!
Warning: pseudocest/incest, Bruce being a creep, male reader, dubcon/noncon kissing, etc.
Your first kiss being with Bruce. Your dad.
He coaxes you towards him, calloused hand slipping to your face to cup it in his palm. And his expression is soft even as he stands as the degenerate he is with his first reaction to his boy coming out to him being to come and give him his first good kiss.
A kiss not with some fumbling little boy who wouldn’t know the first thing about how to handle you. A kiss with a man.
He presses a kiss to your cheekbone first, chuckling at how easy you melt into your dad’s affections.
But then he turns your face to directly face him, and he leans down. And he doesn’t kiss your nose like he usually does. He presses his full mouth to your own, taking advantage of how you freeze beneath it to tug you closer, to slip his free arm around you.
It’s overwhelming. He’s overwhelming.
He suppressed a noise so starved you’d think that you had been deliberately withholding.
He whispers promises into your mouth, soft ‘I love you’s’, and ‘I always will’s’.
He doesn’t let you go, he never has, he more so pulls away slightly, if only to prepare to breathe his filth into your lungs all over again, swearing that he’s the best option, the only option, the only one.
And he does so already imagining all the ways you’ll be splayed out on his silken sheets for your dear old dad. How he’ll have you bouncing on his cock. How he’ll have you never wanting anyone else’s.
Because if he gets to be your first kiss, then he gets to be everything else too.
But afterwards, you’re just trying to figure out if you should cry or move on to the next thing, your father’s whiskey mouth having lingered long past its departure.
Rerir approaches you, a powerful abyss monster known for making deals with humans, and offers to pay any price to gain a portion of your power so he can find Tholindis
Rerir already knew that he'd have to pay a great price to receive your help, he's heard plenty of stories about you and you're not the type to do things out of the goodness of your heart. If you even have one, in both the literal and figurative sense. He already decided that he would do anything for Tholindis, even if it meant suffering for thousands of years. However, he didn't expect the price to be something so vulgar yet easily achievable.
“You have to what?” He steps back in surprise and disgust.
“I have to fuck you if you want to find Tholindis.” You repeat yourself. You use the word find instead of save for a specific reason, there's no way in hell her body would've remained intact after going through the moon mirror. You doubt it'll turn out well for Rerir and considering the circumstances in Khaenri'ah, you’ll be too busy to see how all of it unfolds for him so you're going to get all your fun from fucking him tonight.
He stutters. “Of– of all things?” The stories he's heard never mentioned anything like this.
“It's the only way to properly transfer my power. Prolonged exposure to my energy over time will give your body time to adjust. Otherwise, you’d enter a catatonic state and you wouldn't even be able to lift a finger. You should be grateful that I like you enough to not go that route. If you were anyone else, I’d be happy to watch their mind and body break down into little pieces.”
Rerir knows you're not trying to scare him. He was completely prepared for a deal that would bring him some sort of harm or make him do any terrible thing that would satisfy your monstrous desires for entertainment but he wasn't prepared for a deal like this. That does explain the presence of a bed in a room belonging to a monster that doesn't need to sleep. “Why does it have to be sex then?”
“It's the quickest and most effective method. Do you really want to wait months to do something you could get done tomorrow? Considering the circumstances, do you really think it's a good idea to delay it so heavily? When you have Tholindis waiting for you behind that gate?” You shake your head. You can transfer it within a week but that's no fun, and you doubt he’d even want to wait that long. “Besides, filling up both of your holes with my seed is a sure fire way to make you powerful enough to rival any of the best fighters in the kingdom. Trust me.” You’ve never actually done it like this before but you're interested to see how it turns out.
His face flushes red. He reassures himself that this is just a means to an end. “Fine but…are you, you know, fertile?” He avoids eye contact.
“I am, but if you get pregnant, I’ll get rid of it for you. You know I keep my promises when it's signed with blood.” You quickly write up a contract and hand it to him. He looks at it and sighs, it's a good deal all things considered. He extends his hand to you, prompting you to prick his finger so he can stamp his blood on the paper. You do the same yourself, sealing a deal that can't be broken.
He bites down on his lip and removes his clothes. He said he would do anything for her. It probably won't be too different from what he's already used to, he's sure he can just close his eyes and pretend it's Tholindis. Rerir gets up on your bed and lays down with his ass raised in the air.
“Tholindis trained you well.” You laugh, getting up on the part of the bed behind him.
“Could you at least be quiet?” Rerir grumbles. He wants to imagine that it's just one of those nights where Tholindis gets on top and showers him with kisses and praises after a long day of work. It's not frequent but it's always welcomed.
“What, I can't compliment a good puppy when I see one?” You swirl your tongue around his rim before slipping it inside. He definitely can't imagine it's his wife with a tongue like this. It's so long and slimy.
“Hhhuh~?” He gasps as your tongue mimics the arm of an octopus. He bites down on the pillow as you work your magic. His body shakes and his pussy throbs with pleasure. His eyes twitch from the lube-like feeling of something even more slimy than the tongue itself. It's warm but it's obviously not cum. It's making his entire body warmer and he can feel his nipples hardening, even without stimulation. It's an aphrodisiac. “Mmngh~” He arches his back as he squirts, just from having his ass eaten out. Your tongue continues to prep him while two of your fingers squeeze into his pussy. Just two of them feels like he's being fucked, he hopes your dick isn't as big as the rest of your body.
He rubs his nipples against the fabric and whines as he fantasizes about Tholindis, after he saves her and they have welcome home sex. “‘m ready-” His body immediately misses the feeling of your fingers and your tongue inside it.
Once you grab his waist and inch your way inside him, he quickly understands why you decided to drug him, you’re far from average.
“You have two–uh~?!” He moans as you roughly thrust yourself forward, shoving more inches inside him. His eyes roll to the back of his skull as you get further and further. “Too big~ too fucking deep~”
You're barely 5 inches in. You grip his waist even harder as you forcefully stretch his holes to take more of you. Strained and breathy curses leave Rerir’s mouth from the inhuman texture of your cocks rubbing against his walls, it feels even better than your tongue. Than Tholindis’ tongue, Tholindis’ new…blessings are better than her tongue…Rerir shuts his eyes and imagines that his fiancé was blessed by some overly horny god that granted her two thick appendages. He jolts at the sudden softness of your hands.
“You're taking me so well, sweetheart.” You mimic Tholindis’ voice. He whimpers in response. “You like that, baby?” You continue mimicking her as you make short and gentle thrusts inside him, just enough movement for your ribbed length to rub perfectly against his g-spot and encourage him to relax and let himself succumb to the pleasure.
“Ye- yes- I love it, daddy~” His back arches. He's really saying mommy, but you're mentally replacing it. He appreciates that you're helping him play pretend, now he believes that you really didn't have a choice in the method used for this deal. In reality, you just want to play around with him. His toes curl as your thrusts become deeper and quicker but remain as gentle as possible. “Oh, fuck~” He never imagined it'd feel so good to take such big dicks, he can already tell he's going to get addicted. It hurts in all the best ways.
You, on the other hand, are trying not to do so. Seeing his ass jiggle, feeling his holes squeezing you, and hearing his voice is ten times more addictive than any drug out there. You don't usually get attached but knowing that his fate is headed in a destructive direction is making you wish you convinced him that you needed to fuck him for an entire week instead. It's not like Tholindis would even notice the passage of time anyway.
“‘m gonna come– can I come, daddy?” He rubs his nipples against the sheets even more aggressively, they're begging to be pulled and sucked on.
“Mm..” You teasingly delay your response with a hum. “Do you think you deserve it, honey?”
He moans and shakes his head. “I’ll do anything, daddy, please~”
The tip of your cock nudges his cervix, instantly making him squirt. He hastily apologizes, tears quickly streaming down his face as he begs for forgiveness. He really is well trained.
You slide your arm around his torso and pull him up so that he leans against you. “It's okay, baby, you couldn't stop yourself.” You give his nipples the attention they deserve.
“Mhm-! Felt too good, ‘m sorry-” He throws his head back against your shoulder and looks at you, smiling at the illusion of his lover. He closes his eyes and starts riding you without even using his hands to balance himself. You envy Tholindis for having such a skilled slut in her possession. “Mm~ ‘s gonna– gonna get inside my womb~” He mindlessly slams himself down on your cocks, chasing the inexplicable pleasure that comes from his cervix being stimulated while being completely unaware that you actually can and will go that deep inside him.
You break the illusion. “You’ll let daddy fuck your womb, baby?” You groan in his ear. His pussy is squeezing you endlessly.
“Yes– yes~” His eyes roll to the back of his head, another wave is about to escape the floodgates. “Do whatever– ah- whatever you want with me~” His mouth hangs open as your cock enters his womb and as he squirts once again, his bounces slowing to a halt. He's barely registered that the illusion is gone, he's too distracted by how good he feels.
“I didn't tell you to stop.” You spank his t-dick.
He moans and starts moving again despite how overwhelmed he is. “Sorry– ‘m sorry, daddy~” The word slips out of his mouth as smoothly as a sliver of butter on a hot pan.
You grin. “What did you say, puppy?”
“‘m sorry, daddy~!” He repeats himself, now mostly aware of what he's saying and who he's really talking to. He can feel himself getting stronger and his new connection to you as you slowly transfer your power to him is making him feel so submissive and loving towards you.
“Good boy.” You come inside of him.
“Ah-!” He gasps at the feeling. There's so much of it inside him. He looks down at the thick globs of cum that are leaking out of his holes and whimpers.
You pull out and lay him down on his back. Your mouth latches onto his nipple as you rub circles around his pelvis, casting a spell to keep him from getting pregnant. “You’ll be back to normal soon–”
He whines. “You're still hard! I– want…Keep fucking me, please, daddy!” He thrusts his hips up, trying to get your hand to get into contact with his pussy. “Breed me, please~!”
You laugh and slide your fingers into his cunt. “I thought you didn't want to get pregnant?”
“You’ll get rid of it~! Jus’- want your power– mm, use me in re– return!” Squirt once again shoots out of his overstimulated pussy like a water gun. You already know how this’ll turn out for him, he'll lose his mind from all the power and probably die (or worse) before even seeing a strand of Tholindis’ hair. You’d love to see that but you know you won't be able to follow him and watch.
“What about Tholindis? You–” You're interrupted by Rerir grabbing your arms and pushing you onto your back. You can feel and see an increase in his strength, he's more muscular and his breasts are even more plump to compliment his new physique. He's dripping with your scent and his eyes are starting to change color. You were just making it up when you said sex would be the fastest way but it looks like it's actually true, he's adapted much faster than anyone you've ever made a deal with.
He raises his lower body and grabs your two cocks, pressing them close together so he can force them both into his pussy. “Sh- share–” He whines. “She can share~”
You were referring to the urgent matter of saving her, but okay. “So generous of her.” You laugh at his change in behavior and summon tendrils, that are mimicking hands, to hold up and play with Rerir’s tits so that he can ride you comfortably.
His whimper is even more puppy-like than before, the tendrils feel like thorny vines with all the pleasure of the sensation it brings but without the pain. He bites down on his lip and sinks further down on your lengths. His body's never going to forget you nor is it going to forget this change. You wonder how he’ll…how he would’ve told Tholindis about this. “Fuck~” He feels dizzy as his womb welcomes the both of them inside it. He barely takes a minute to start riding you again.
“Look at you, being such a good toy for daddy.” You grin at the gorgeous view before you. “Taking it like you were made for me.”
He moans. “Yes– yes!” He moves faster. “I was~! I was made for you, daddy~!”
This effect on his mind will probably wear off by tomorrow and you’re trying to resist the urge to make it permanent.
His eyelashes flutter as the tendrils squeeze his nipples, forcing them to produce milk. He's not pregnant, obviously, but the aphrodisiac you gave him is what altered his body so that he could take all of you. This seems to be one of the “side effects”.
He bends down to let you have a taste, grabbing the bed frame to keep riding you as you suck on his nipple. Breathy moans and their accompanying words and curses spill out of his mouth as he starts to forget why he's doing this in the first place. “Breed me~! Wanna have your babies!” He’s lost his mind and he wants to drain more of your power, and your cum. “Please~! I deserve it, daddy!” He whines.
You pull on his hair. “You deserve it? You're nothing more than a power hungry, cock loving slut.” You laugh at him. You know you can't let him take any more from you, if this keeps going you’ll either end up completely spent or he'll die before he can even see the moon gate again. You don't want to, but you have to stop.
He squirts again. “Come inside me, please!”
You flip him onto his back and attempt to pull out but he hooks his legs around you, effectively preventing you from doing so. “Do you want to die before you can open the gate?” You growl in frustration as he creates his own tendrils to puppeteer your body to make you thrust your hips. The ratio between the power you currently have left and the power he has now is too imbalanced for you to fight back. “Whore.” You spit on his face, making him smile.
“I’m your whore.” He pulls you into a kiss, which you willingly reciprocate despite your annoyance. He's leveling out now, he's less cock drunk and more aware. He's far from the state he was when he first entered your quarters but coherent once again. You're the one feeling dizzy now.
It looks like you won't be seeing what happens to him and Tholindis. You can regain your power from other sources but with how much he’s taking from you, it’ll take a few years of siphoning abyssal energy to get the strength to follow him. By then, it probably wouldn't even be worth looking for him. Might as well indulge in the current situation, oh the things you do for beautiful men.
“You're not mine.” You grab his arm and pepper kisses along the inner part before biting him just below his wrist. The blood that your bite draws is more of a hot pink, like his eyes. You suck it up like a vampire to take back some of your power, even though it's just a bit.
“Why not?” He offers his other arm to you, thinking that you just enjoy the taste of blood. Which is true. “I have your powers now.”
“You’ve forgotten why you asked for them in the first place.” You can feel his pussy begging you to come inside it again but you're trying to hold back.
“I’ll come back for you, daddy.” He throws his head back as your second bite sinks deeper into his flesh. “Bite my neck too, that's how you do it in the abyss, right?” He leans his head to the left.
“You won't and I’m not going to claim you.” You close your eyes. “Just do me a favor and don't do anything stupid. You’ll probably make it through the moon gate like this, so don't fuck up your chance.” You huff, reluctantly dumping another load inside him.
“Claim me.” He digs his nails into your back and pulls you closer to him. “Come on, do it.”
“The effect my energy has on you is awful.” You laugh softly before passing out on top of him. He frowns and tries to wake you up but fails.
“I’ll come back.” He lays you down and tucks you in. He looks down at the globs of cum dribbling out of his body and leaves to get cleaned up. He wishes he could use plugs but he's conscious enough to know it’d interfere with his movements.
He’ll tell Tholindis all about you and he’ll settle down with the both of you.
Soooo what about Rabbot giving their cute little bunny a nice bubble bath !!!!! Maybe even one of them joining her and washing her hair and ears and tail :p
Hii oh my goodness of course we need a bath time chapter <3 I have a migraine so I'm sorry if my writing is shit 😭
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Therapy Bunny! Reader × Rabbot (pun intended) - Bath time
Cw! Dubious consent
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I think Jack spent a very very long time being scared of using his tub, he was too scared of not being able to get out since he lived alone— but ever since you and Robby moved in he's found the courage to ask you to take baths with him!!
Every Friday the both of you took them.
It was the only consistent day that both of the men had the day off, and jack didn't wanna spook you if he couldn't get out of the tub so Robby had to be present.
Robby didn't usually join in though, he preferred to lean over the edge and help wash you up BUT in the evenings when Jack leaves (when they don't have the day off together), Robby usually stands in the shower with you.
And they're oh so gentle :(
Jack pulls you up to sit on his thighs, covering your ears back with his palms while robby uses a cup to pour the suds off your hair. They lovveeeddd seeing you like this, you looked like a little seal everytime Jack flattened your wet ears against your hair<3
I think Robbys favorite part would be how you ramble on about some made up story while you show them your little bath ducks, he loved playing along with you. (And he probably puts bubbles on your face to make you look silly like a giant Santa beard or something hehe)
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Nsfw!
I think Jack and Robby have been so focused on making sure you feel safe that they haven't had a chance to really talk about sexual aspects yet.
It was common knowledge for most bunny owners to buy them specifically for sexual relief, and you were grown enough legally for them to do it— but they weren't sure if you felt that way about them.
Did you find them attractive too?
Did you even want to kiss them or were you only okay with cheek kisses?
We're they too old for you to find them appealing???
They never asked those questions out loud but it was a persistent worry for the both of them even though their main priority wasn't satisfying their sex drive.
BUT all the mystery behind your wants and needs didn't exactly stop them from feeling flustered about seeing you naked in the tub—
Every time Jack feels your little tail twitch just a mere inch from where his cock rested made him so flushed :( and when you asked him why he's so red he'd just blame it on the hot water
And ugh Robby is such a perv too every time he's scrubbing you with the loofah
"lovely, can I scrub your bunny parts for a second? Gotta make sure your clean everywhere"
He'd wait for you to nod and hold onto his biceps as you lift a leg up to give him access.
Then he's scrubbing back and forth super slow on purpose with extra pressure and he's holding himself back from sticking a finger in you while you whimper from the loofa rubbing your clit<3
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Bonus:
AND and and Jack and Robby constantly fight over what pj's to put you in.
They'll wrap you up in a towel, a big bear hug from Robby as he rubs the cloth against your skin. Then they'll tell you to sit on the toilet while they go get pjs but they take forever coming back because they couldn't decide if hello kitty or snoopy was cuter on you-
✎ gender. afab, she/her
✎ contains. explicit smut, VERSION 3.4 SPOILERS, double penetration in one hole, double penetration in two holes, Yandere Phainon (kinda), Mildly dubious consent, loss of virginity, multiple orgasms, yearning phainon, plot what plot, Netorare (by technicality), cum eating, squirting
✎ wc. 10k
✎ summary. Phainon wanted you, needed you. If he didn't have you, he felt like he was suffocating. You were all that he had left of home. He would protect you until his dying breath before he let death touch you. Even then, he'd come back from the grave to keep you safe.
You are all his, and he is all yours.
Each cycle, each iteration, he would always take you in the way that you deserved. Except this time, this cycle, it was different. He was there.
No longer was Phainon your first.
✎ ameris’ notes. special thanks to fae, ten, and tae for the help on beta reading and support! I debated for a while to post here again, wondering if i should stick to ao3. but here i am!
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“Fuck,” Phainon murmured your name under his breath. You’re not sure what overcame him. He was supposed to be on a mission to rescue more survivors and bring them back to Okhema. He might have mentioned getting back sooner, but you didn’t expect him to suddenly appear in your room as you were getting ready for bed.
“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you,” he nudged his nose under your ear, talking in a low voice that sent a warmth between your legs. It didn’t help that his knee was against your core, tempting you with something more that you’ve been begging for.
“What do you mean, Phainon?” You reached up to grab his face with both of your hands so you could bring his gaze back up to yours. Your brows furrowed as it hadn’t been too long since he left.
“The expedition was supposed to be longer. Did something happen?” Your thumbs stroke his cheeks as he leans deeper into your touch.
His eyes flickered between both of yours. There was a certain sadness behind his eyes. You couldn’t tell if it was the trick of the lighting from the Dawn Device or if it was truly flickering between his calm blue or deep, unwavering golden eyes that you thought saw more lives than the one in front of him.
“I just-” He buried his head between the crook of your neck before wrapping you in a tighter hug. You promptly wrapped your arms around his neck, waiting patiently for him as you played with the hairs on the back of his head. They were surprisingly soft and clean for just returning from an expedition.
“Khaslana.”
“Huh?”
“My name... It’s Khaslana.” Khaslana pulled away from your neck to look at you with a fiery need to hear his name leave your lips.
After all, for each cycle, he’s never once told you his name. He’d only ever hear of his other name leave your lips as you both made love each cycle before going to reclaim the last Coreflame among the sky.
Just this once, he wanted to be selfish. Even if it meant your first time would be with him and not this cycle’s version of him.
“Khaslana,” you said, smiling at him, “it suits you.”
Khaslana felt guilty feeling his cock hardening at how innocent you looked in this moment. After all, you believe him to be your Phainon of this iteration.
But after these endless cycles, he missed the feeling of you melting in his arms. The way that your pussy would suck him in, begging for him to fill you up with his cum. He missed the way that you would rake your nails down his back, desperate for more.
Well, he is still Phainon, isn’t he? This iteration will soon become a part of him. So it wouldn’t be wrong to take your first time now.
Besides, your Phainon wouldn’t be back from the expedition for another few days, if he remembered correctly from previous cycles. He’ll help keep your bed warm. Khaslana was meant to be yours, and you were meant to be his. And even if you weren’t, he’d make you his.
You let out a sudden gasp when Khaslana placed his lips on yours with a hunger and a need to make you his, as if you already weren’t. He took advantage of the gasp, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. The slick of his tongue against yours made you weak in the knees. As if he already knew, he placed his hands on your hips, pushing his knee up into your warmth.
Khaslana swallowed the moans that you let out as he grinded into you, letting out a grunt when you pulled his hair to pull him away. Amongst the glimmer of light that was let in, the glint of the string of saliva caught your eye.
“I need you,” Khaslana breathed out, his tongue darting out to catch the string back to him. “Please.”
You felt a rush of heat flow up your neck and to your cheeks as you finally felt how hard he was against you. This was your first time with him. How would you even be able to take him? But his golden eyes were so desperate for you. And honestly? So were you.
Every lonely night you’ve spent without Phainon was filled with your fingers between your legs, wishing it were his calloused fingers.
“Okay,” you whispered with a smile, holding his face between your hands. “I’m all yours.”
He began to kiss your neck, biting and leaving marks that left you at his mercy, as if this wasn’t the first time he’d done this with you. Khaslana bit harshly against the part of your neck that met your shoulder.
“Ah!” His tongue darted out against the mark that was left behind, asking for forgiveness. You lightly laughed at how sweet he was, like a puppy that accidentally hurt their owner. “Come on Khas, let's move to the bed.”
His heart skipped a beat at the nickname you gave him. Happiness surged through him, as if he were waiting for you to truly enter into his heart. He just wished that in one of these cycles, the other version of him would let himself be open about his name for once.
But he’ll take what he can get. Khaslana just felt guilty that he waited this long, this many cycles, to finally fuck you as him, as who he truly is.
He wonders, would you still love him for all the sins he's committed? Would you deny him of you for the harm he’s placed on the other Chrysos Heirs, all in the belief of the hope that there will be one cycle where an outsider interferes?
It doesn’t matter.
You’ll forget all of this soon enough, he’ll have to savor this moment.
Khaslana slides his hands down below your ass, spreading them slightly through your gown before he picks you up. You let out a scream of delight, not expecting him to be so bold when before he would blush at you kissing his ear, then his neck, his chest, his stomach, before he stopped you from going any lower.
He chuckled against your neck, leaving small kisses while carrying you to the bed. A chill ran through his body as you continued to run your hands through his hair. It had been too long since he'd felt your touch. The fact that the last time he had you writhing beneath him was a whole cycle ago, he couldn’t bear it.
Khaslana wanted you—needed you.
This time, he’ll take you over and over again until his carnal desires are satisfied. Even then, he’s not sure the night would be enough.
“Khas,” you murmured as he left a few marks on your neck to your collarbone.
“Yes, my love?” Khaslana asked, looking up at you, your hair adorning your face. To him, you looked like a goddess sent from beyond the skies.
“Put me down already,” you lightly laughed at him before giving him a small kiss on the corner of his lip. Although he moved his head, thinking you were trying to kiss him.
“Such a tease.” He gently placed you down on the bed. His hand trailing up from your calf before pushing your leg to the side, spreading your legs before him, your gown riding up your sides. Khaslana raised a brow when he saw what was in front of him.
“I-” you blushed, trying to cover your bare self with your gown before he grabbed your wrists to place them over your head with one hand. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sudden dominance he began to display for you.
“Don’t cover yourself, I want to see you,” he said, his hand lightly brushing against your soft, plush skin before reaching your bare lips. “But I wasn’t expecting you to sleep for the night without your panties.”
You pursed your lips, nervous at the fact that the man in front of you was so mesmerized by you. A gasp left your mouth as Khaslana brushed against the outside of your pussy when you heard a groan leave his lips.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he thought aloud. Your arms struggled against his hand.
“Please,” you whined. “Touch me? Need you.”
Khaslana slid in one of his fingers, feeling your warm slick surround him. His cock throbbed in his pants, he wanted to fuck you senseless against the bed but he’d have to wait. The first time you’ve had sex, you were so nervous that it hurt. He wants to make you feel good this time so that every time you have sex, you will only be able to think about this moment right now.
You sighed, even though it was just one finger, it felt so good, better than you could imagine. He reached all the parts of you that you couldn’t reach these past few nights. You already felt yourself becoming addicted to him.
Khaslana’s thumb toyed with your clit as he put in another finger, reaching and continuously prodding at the one spot that kept making you struggle against his hold. The room was filled with your quiet whining, the slick of your cunt getting louder as he placed another finger in.
You whined, shutting your eyes, toes curling as you felt that familiar buildup in your lower stomach. Never did you imagine that he would be the cause of the dirty sounds coming from your pussy so soon.
He called out your name.
“Look at me.” Khaslana released your wrists to grab you by your chin, forcing you to stare up at him, your eyes fluttering open. Khaslana groaned, feeling your pussy clench around his fingers.
“What, do you like me treating you like this?” His grip on your chin tightened ever so slightly. With your free hands you grabbed the wrist that was toying with your pussy. He tsked, but didn’t say anything. Instead, he took pride in how your hips were grinding against his, your eyes blown out as you tried to chase the upcoming orgasm.
Khaslana let go of your chin, grabbing the ends of your gown to reveal your breasts. He sucked in a breath as he stared at them, mesmerized. No longer was the shy Chrysos heir in front of him, instead one filled with the wanton need to cum on his fingers.
He changed his pace, instead having the base of his palm grind against your clit as he continued to bring you closer and closer to the edge, his head bending down to wrap your nipple with his lips, lightly nibbling, making you arch your back as you got closer, closer, and closer—
You gasped his name out loud as his fingers left your warmth before you could reach the climax. His mouth left your breast with a light pop.
“I was so close, Khas,” you whined. Khaslana laughed lightly before bringing his fingers up for you to see. Your slick covering his hands, causing some webbing between his fingers. You held your breath, watching him clean up your mess finger by finger with his mouth. You felt yourself clench around nothing, your cunt begging to be filled by something once more as you watched the erotic scene unfold in front of you, air thick with lust.
Never in a million years did you think that the man before you would be so bold. Not that you were complaining.
He patted your thigh, “It’ll be alright, my love, you’ll be begging for me to stop soon enough.”
Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him move away to strip his armor and his top accessories off. Sure, you’ve felt his toned muscles under all of his clothes, you’ve watched him on the training grounds, but never did you realize how much work he put into his body, even if he didn’t mean to make his body look like... that.
Subconsciously, you pushed yourself up to reach for Khas before you quickly got your senses back, pulling your hand back to your side and looking away, embarrassed at how you were ogling him just a few moments ago.
With a smile (which looked more like a smirk), Khaslana reached for your hand, leaning in and placing your hand on his chest.
“Don’t worry,” he brought your hand to his mouth, kissing the tips of your fingers lightly, “whatever you want to do to me, I’m all yours.”
“Khas...” You reached for his neck, pulling him down to crash his lips against yours. He groaned into you, his hands moving to push the gown up and over your head, briefly breaking away from you so that he could leave you bare underneath him. His hands roam your body with a sense of familiarity. You felt his fingers pinch and twist against your perky nipples, making you cry out, but he wouldn’t let up, savoring his lips against yours.
Your legs moved to each side of his hips. Khaslana, being so in tune with your body from cycle after cycle, moved his hands down to your hips, bringing your warmth against his hardened member still underneath his pants to grind down into you. There was, without a doubt, a stain that was left behind on the front of his pants. But neither of you cared, too desperate to be part of each other.
You both pulled away from each other, panting. You’ve never seen your boyfriend this flushed, but you’re sure he could say the same for you.
In Khaslana’s eyes, he missed seeing how desperate you’d be for him. No longer did the voice in his head exist, saying that this was wrong; that you’re not really his; that he’s betraying your trust by not telling you the truth. But even if it was wrong, it felt so right to have you underneath him like this. Stripped bare for him to admire, pussy dripping all because of him, for him, your neck filled with his marks. He frowned, however, when he realized there were no marks on your chest.
He had to change that.
Bending down, he mouthed at the space between your breasts, suckling and kissing before making his way to one of your breasts. Khaslana tried to put as much of you into his mouth before suckling and biting. You cried out in pain and pleasure, your hands gripping his hair. You couldn’t tell if you were trying to push him off of you with the way you were grinding against him in desperation.
He eventually moved to focus on your nipple, alternating between suckling and biting. His other hand was playing with your other breast before switching to give it the same amount of attention.
“Please,” you begged, your hands letting go of his hair to fumble where his belt was against his pants, “need you. Been touching myself every night since you’ve been gone, to the thought of you.”
Khaslana groaned deeply at the image; you all by your lonesome, touching yourself, crying for him as you waited every night for his return. He couldn’t explain how happy he was to let himself see you again.
“You’ll have me. I promise,” he murmured against your chest before moving to help you unbuckle his pants. “Won’t have to touch yourself every night anymore.” He clumsily shoved off the rest of his clothing, desperate to feel you. You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement before he sent you a light-hearted glare. But it wasn’t the glare that stopped you in your tracks, but the size of him.
Khaslana wrapped his hand around his member, stroking it languidly, “You can take it, I know you can.” His free hand caresses your face. Your hands hesitantly reach out, and he chokes on his breath as he realizes that this time, in this iteration, you’re the one to initiate touching him.
He lets go of himself, letting you wrap your smaller hands around him instead. He jerks at the touch of you before you end up leaning over to let out a small lick with your tongue against the tip. Khaslana shut his eyes, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he kept watching how vulgar you looked.
Although he’s not sure how much more control he has. Not with the way that you wrapped your lips around his tip, your tongue swirling around him before taking the rest of him into your mouth. Your hands gripped his thighs, squeezing him once, then twice, as if asking Khaslana to look at you.
So he does.
“Fuck.” His hands make their way to your hair, gripping it hard, slightly thrusting into your mouth. He couldn’t help it, not with the way your innocent eyes looked up at him, his dick in your mouth, how you ran your tongue against him, how you used your hands to stroke whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth. If only you knew that he wasn’t who you thought he was.
Khaslana thanked the heavens for the type of stories you would pick up from the market to read. Otherwise, he would have thought that this wasn’t your first time.
You continue to move your head, hollowing your cheeks the best you can despite the ache in your jaw. But there was something about making him so flushed, his golden eyes darkening as you continued your movements, that just ignited a fire in your core. You needed him, craved him, wanted him. You needed him to come undone in your mouth, a warmth pooled in your core with that thought of him feeling hot and heavy and your mouth.
That is, until Khaslana pulled you off of him, panting with regret from not being able to finish in your mouth.
“I need to cum in you,” he murmured, his fingers swiping up and down your cunt, begging to be filled.
“My mouth is still me, no?” You asked cheekily, looking up at him your tongue darted out to lick his underside before he pushed you fully down and into the bed, flipping you over on your front, ass up, with your arms restricted behind you. An incoherent noise left your mouth, no doubt that this was making your pussy drip with want.
“Brat,” he said against your back, laying kisses where he could reach. “Who taught you how to be a brat, hmm?”
You cried underneath him, wiggling your ass towards him as if that was your response to the question. Khaslana could only groan at how wanton you looked. He wanted to tease you for longer, punish you. But he’ll have to save that for the next time Phainon leaves you for a few days.
Khaslana gave his member a stroke and then another before he lined it up with your entrance. As if teasing, he slightly pushed in, only to pull back out to swipe his tip along your folds. Even going as far as tapping his dick against your bud. You whined with need.
“Please don’t tease me,” you called out, trying to push back against him as best as you could in this position. Although this was your first time with him, with anyone, you couldn’t help but act like a brat. It’s as if you’ve been with him for a millennium, as if your body was made for him like a perfect mold.
“You drive me insane,” he replied, finally placing himself at your entrance, “let me know if it hurts, okay?” You nod your head in response. With that, he pushed in slowly. You let out a sigh, feeling how he filled you up, stretching you so well that you felt like he was about to split you in half. You wanted to sob at how good it felt for him to finally, finally, be inside you. He was right, you were able to take him, and you still wanted more, more.
And more he gave, even when you thought that Khaslana bottomed out, he still had more to give you. You whined, crying out in pleasure against the mattress below you. If you knew sex felt this good, you would have made him fuck you sooner.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he let go of your arms to move both of his hands to your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin back and forth. You moved your arms underneath you, pushing up ever so slightly against the mattress, your eyes flickering down to watch the sight of his last few inches entering you. Before you knew it, his hips met yours. Khaslana was so deep that you could swear you felt him in your stomach.
He couldn’t believe that he was able to take your first time again. Khaslana almost felt guilty.
Almost.
He took away Phainon’s chance to watch you unfold for the first time. But Khaslana was greedy. You made him greedy. He pressed one of his hands against your stomach, trying to find where he was on the other side. A gasp of pleasure left your mouth, your arms giving out with how full he was making you feel.
The two of you stayed still for a few moments, his hands moving to stroke your sides from your waist to your hip soothing you and giving you words of praise. Your cunt clenched every so often around him, trying to adjust to his size and Khaslana would squeeze your waist each time.
“You can move,” your voice muffled against the mattress.
Khaslana squeezed your hips, “What’s that?”
You huff, moving your face to the side to glare at him the best you can, his face full of mischief and so instead of asking him again, you took the initiative to grind yourself on his dick, moving your ass back. But his hands held you in a death grip as you tried to move.
“Don’t try to be cute, tell me what you want, my love.” He bent down to whisper, “I’ll give you whatever you want, but you have to ask loud and clear for me.”
You whimper from the feel of his breath against your ear. Your pussy clenched around his cock and he couldn't help but groan before sitting his head against your back, trying to restrain himself.
“Need you, please? Want your cum,” you cried out. His cock twitched at the sound of you begging for him to fill you. To reward you, he reached down to play with your clit, feeling your slick already seeping out of you. His other hand groped your breast, squeezing it and occasionally twisting or pulling lightly on your nipples.
“Now was that so hard?”
Khaslana pulled back, leaving only his tip in between your plush walls before thrusting deep into you. Your cry gets caught in your throat as you feel him rock his hips into yours, desperate to reach the deepest parts of you.
“Feels good,” you cry out, “so big, I can’t-”
“Yes, you can, you can take it.” Khaslana pinched your nipple, tugging on it, making you choke on your sounds of pleasure as your body began to get closer and closer to the edge once more. With his deep thrusts into your pussy, his other hand playing with your clit.
The room filled with his heavy panting, your scandalous moans, the lewd noises that your pussy makes each time Khaslana thrusts into you, he couldn’t help but grow more turned on. He stared down at your pretty little asshole, thinking about the time that he stretched that hole wide. But it's not like he could stop, oh no, he wouldn’t stop even if he could. Your cunt just kept coaxing him to stay, wanting him to fill you up until you couldn’t take it anymore.
And his dick, the girth of him stretching you out so deliciously, stimulating every part of you while still hitting that one part that had you gripping the sheets underneath you.
“Khas, ‘m close,” you moaned out, moving your hips in time with his to get him even deeper. Khaslana’s hips stuttered with how irresistible you looked beneath him. Your ass bouncing against him, the small hole puckering as if begging to be filled alongside your pussy. An angel asking to be ruined by the devil. Your supple skin giving way to his fingers as he gripped your waist, his fingers swiping back and forth on your clit with a precision you never would have expected from him for this being your first time together.
It wasn’t until your pussy clenched around him, pulsing, your mouth opening as a debauched moan filled the room. Your toes curling with the way he kept thrusting deep into that one spot you could never reach, with the way that his fingers toyed with your clit so meticulously, the knot finally untying itself in your stomach. Khaslana wasn’t too far behind in following suit, what with how your cute little cunt kept tightening around him, begging for him to fill you up deep.
He wanted to fill you up—needed to fill you up. Khaslana no longer just wanted to take your first time. He needed to pump you so full of his cum so that when Phainon of this cycle comes back to fuck you for the first time, he would have to ask you who was already here and you would only be able to say him in confusion.
Khaslana called out your name, the air filled with the scent of sex, the warmth of his seed filling you in so deeply and so fully that it threatened to spill out of you already. But it’s not like he was surprised how much cum he had. It had been too long since he last filled you; he still had so much more to give. He slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum threatened to drip out before he swiped it up with his fingers to push it back in. You whined under him, trying to move away, but you couldn’t help but rock your hips back towards him.
He flopped down next to you, wanting to bask in the afterglow with you. You turned onto your side to admire your lover, your hand reaching up to caress his face with his blue eyes staring deep into yours.
Your hand hesitated to rest on his face, your eyes widening as you looked behind your supposed lover.
Khaslana felt an all-too-familiar presence in the room. His eyes flickered to gold, and before you knew it, what looked like an angel fallen from the heavens appeared in front of you and the space beside you was empty. His form he took up was different and yet all too familiar.
The presence in question had his sword raised in front of him, pointing at Khaslana. You sat up, stunned.
“Khaslana?” You called out, your eyes flickering back and forth between the man who just shared your first to another man whose blue ocean eyes were filled with betrayal and pain, but looked so much like Phainon, like your Phainon. The man in pain froze at the mention of his name—his real name.
Phainon was delighted to finish the expedition early with almost no bumps in the road. It meant he got to go back home to you and watch your eyes widen with surprise.
Although there were times you would come on the expeditions with him, seeing as you too were a Chrysos Heir, just not one that was chosen to be a Titan in the next Era Nova. However, with Okhema having more and more attacks, you chose to stay back to help out if there was a need for it.
There was a small pep in his step as he headed to the baths, Mydei making sly comments at him and how it seemed everything he did was for you. But he wanted to clean himself up for you. He felt a bit guilty for denying each of your pursuits for something more intimate in the bedroom each time.
But there was a good reason for that! He swears. But coming to terms with it means that maybe he isn’t the hero that he dreamt of being since his time in Aedes Elysiae.
Phainon so desperately wanted to keep you to himself. And if he opened himself up to you like that, take your first and give you his, he feared that he would want to keep you all to himself, shelter you from the world.
All he knew was loss, and he couldn’t lose you. Not now, not ever.
So how else was Phainon supposed to react to seeing you in bed with someone else, with their cum dripping out of you. What is he supposed to do when he sees that someone else looks exactly like him?
(Until he doesn’t and instead has golden eyes and lighter colored hair, but the man still is undeniably, although Phainon will try to deny it, him or some version thereof.)
Khaslana raised his weapon defensively in response to Phainon.
“Did you-” Phainon’s voice cracked “-why did you—”
“It’s not her fault.” Khaslana interrupted, his eyes flicking back towards you, your face filled with confusion. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—let you be on the other end of the blade.
Khaslana should have known better. Not every cycle can or will go exactly as it had in the past. His presence being here, he being in your bed very well could have been the butterfly effect to lead this cycle’s variation of him back to you.
You were their everything.
“If you don’t explain yourself quickly, consider this your final moment,” Phainon demanded, his sword piercing the skin against Khaslana’s neck, gold glimmering underneath.
Khaslana’s eyes flickered to yours, and an emotion that he could not describe was etched across your face. Confusion? Hurt? Betrayal?
Or was that a hint of want and need hiding underneath your eyes?
Phainon raised his sword in response, maneuvering Khaslana’s gaze to return to his.
Words would be too difficult for him, for even you to understand. But if the explanation came from Phainon, then maybe...
Khaslana took a step forward towards his other self. The blade against his neck pierced deeper, allowing for the golden blood to flow, proving himself as a Chrysos Heir. And so, despite the rage burning beneath Phainon’s eyes, the blade that he held with determination, he faltered.
Sudden memories flashed through his mind. Memories that he has yet to make and memories that he’s already made. Memories that he knows were in the past, and yet he never experienced them himself until now.
Then the memories of you flooded through.
Your laugh, your smile, your love, your warmth, and your tears and suffering.
In some cycles, after every demigod and Chrysos Heir fell from his hands, you were the last one to remain, the last to step up to see Era Nova succeed even if you weren’t part of the prophecy.
Only for him to end the cycle there because he already succeeded in his mission. Never would he dream of a timeline where you were put to rest because of him.
Phainon’s eyes glimmered with pain and regret. But he can’t even blame the master of all cycles in front of him.
He lowered his sword, letting it dissipate, to look over at you. Your hand gripping the blankets to cover yourself the best that you could, trying to make sense of what was in front of you.
Phainon walked over to you, settling down on the bed beside you, his hand rising up to meet your cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, stroking your cheek. You let him, revelling in the warmth he gave you.
“What’s going on Phai?” Your eyes flickered to the angelic man in the room who wouldn’t dare look at you right now then back to Phainon.
“Do you trust me?” He asked. You nodded your head without any hesitation. If the man told you to jump, you would. Phainon, your Phainon began to explain everything. The endless recurrences, the Flame-Chase journey, how Era Nova could never be, Lygus’ true intentions...
Khaslana stood there, listening. He stayed to ensure that Phainon didn’t do anything to you. Not that he would, he knew Phainon wouldn’t (he was him), but Khaslana needed an excuse to stay by your side, if only a little longer.
Phainon watched you in silence.
Your eyes flickering between the two of them, their presence ever so large, and then there was you, a Chrysos heir with no destiny.
And here he was, Khaslana, who willingly took on the burden for the hope that the cycles would be broken.
Then your Phainon, the man destined to be the Deliverer, and soon to take on the mantle of the many versions that came before him. You were nothing compared to the two of them.
Shame overwhelmed you, causing you to lower your head. Not only did you barely have a role to play in this story, but you felt a tinge of guilt; you couldn’t even give your first to him, even if they were the same person. And yet, there was still a heat that blossomed between your legs, knowing that the two of them stood in this room and wanted you just as bad as you wanted them.
As if sensing your dilemma, Phainon placed his finger underneath your chin to bring your gaze back up to his. The guilt you may be feeling is nothing comparable to the pain he’s put on you (and the others) in the countless cycles.
He wouldn’t mind holding the pain for the two of you.
“Don’t worry, my love,” he placed his forehead against yours, “you were and always will be my first.” And maybe you weren’t his, you were still, and always will be his.
“That’s not-” you pulled away, your eyes meeting Khaslana for a beat, your legs subconsciously rubbing together as you tried to cover yourself up more “-I just...”
Silence entered the room, Phainon pursing his lips. All he wanted was for you to be happy, for you to lean on him whenever you could, even if you didn’t want to.
He wanted to fulfill all of your wishes, your deepest and darkest desires.
He wanted to be your confidant as much as you were to him.
You felt a dip on the bed behind you. Khaslana, still in his angelic form, rests behind you, his fingers dancing over your bare back, his breath against your neck, and his eyes met his counterpart in front of him.
“You could still take her first, she has another hole after all.”
A small, depraved whine left you that would have gone unnoticed by anyone else, but the two men in front of you watched your every breath during every moment he was with you.
Khaslana’s hand went up to your neck, giving you a new piece of jewelry that you’ve been wanting for a while now, his hands squeezing slightly on the sides of your neck. He nibbled against your earlobe, his other hand softly grabbing the blanket you’ve been using to cover up to reveal your bare body to the man in front of him.
Phainon clenched his hands in his lap. His eyes lingered on your glistening pussy, the cum leaking out practically asking him to stuff it back in.
With slightly shaking hands, Phainon placed his hands on the insides of your thighs, slowly pushing your legs up towards you. He glanced up, your face flushed with your hands resting above your breasts, your eyes filled with need, begging for him to touch you.
If this were your desire, then he would fulfill it.
He lowered his head close to your warmth, his tongue darting out with slight hesitation between your folds, groaning at the taste of his cum and your pussy mixed together. The hesitation dissipated, his hands gripping your thighs, pushing them harder to expose more of you.
Phainon flattened his tongue against you, tasting your sweetness mixed with Khaslana’s with each stroke before he would settle his tongue against your sensitive bud to tease you then back down your slit, repeating those actions over and over just to hear your melody fill up the room.
Khaslana moved his hands to your breasts, groping them as he had earlier, playing with your perky nipples, teasing them before pinching them hard, surprising you, making you need to hold onto something to ground yourself.
He hummed, watching your brows furrow at the stimulation. The squelching sounds were music to his ears to the scene unfolding in front of him.
Phainon’s eyes looked up at you when he felt your hands tug his hair. His dick hardened, if it could anymore, from the sight of you; lips parted, eyes shut, your hands on him, and your hips grinding against his mouth as if there was no tomorrow. He couldn’t believe that he got to see you so debauched, so desperate for him.
God, he wanted you.
Needed you.
He craved for you every moment he was away.
Phainon couldn’t believe that he would stop himself from giving in to your advances. He grinded into the bed for some friction, tongue as deep in your hole as possible, trying to reach all the parts of you as he could. He groaned against your cunt, the vibrations flooding through you.
You threw your head back with a deep sigh at the feeling of falling apart on his lips, your juices spilling out onto Phainon’s face and the mattress below the three of you. Khaslana took this chance to cup your face, bringing your lips to his, devouring you as if this was his last. You parted your mouth, desperate to feel his tongue roll over yours.
All of your senses felt overwhelming but you had to admit, you were filthy for wanting both of them. You couldn’t help but love the way they were both possessive over you, wanting to protect you, wanting to fill you.
It was only fair to make them both take you.
Khaslana was the first to pull away, his golden eyes couldn’t decide where to settle; your eyes or your swollen lips panting as you came down from the high. But he settled for your lips when your gaze moved towards Phainon.
Phainon sat up, his tongue licking his lips to savor every last drop you gave him. His eyes filled with lust as he stared deep into your soul. As if he were searching for your deepest and darkest desires so that only he could fulfill them.
“Phai,” you reached out to him, your grabby hands that you would always do when you wanted to kiss him. So he did, with a gentle caress on your neck, he kissed you. But upon hearing his nickname, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of want.
He felt guilty, ashamed even, to want to be called by his given name. After all, it had taken him endless cycles to open up to you, if Khaslana is any show for that. So for now, he’ll be satisfied with this, with the nickname he’s been given by you all this time.
Hands, Khaslana’s, roamed down your side, lifting you up ever so slightly to spread your cheeks. Although he had his time with you earlier, he still desperately craved your attention. His two fingers dipped into your heated core, covering himself with your slick before he moved them back, now prodding at your untouched hole.
You squealed, breaking apart from Phainon’s kisses, “W-wait!”
Khaslana paused.
“I-” you blushed, staring down. Unable to let the words out of your mouth you turned yourself around, exposing your bare ass to Phainon. Your hands held onto Khaslana’s shoulders for support while looking back at Phainon with heavy-lidded eyes, coaxing him into taking your puckered hole.
Mesmerized, Phainon groped each one of your cheeks with his hands. Squeezing them, letting his hands run over your plush skin. God, how he wished he took you sooner.
His eyes flickered up to you, Khaslana taking care of your need to have your lips on his, his hands kneading your breasts. He never thought that he’d ever be jealous of himself and yet here he was.
Phainon slid his fingers into your cunt, listening to your muffled moans that made his pants feel ever so tighter. But right now, he wanted to focus on you.
He took out his fingers, watching how much you dripped with need, with the mixture of yours and Khaslana’s fluids webbed his fingers.
With one hand on your cheek, Phainon lightly circled the rim of your little asshole. Your hips cant backwards, desperate for more. And who was he to deny you of your wishes? He pushed his finger in, the mixed fluids on his fingers helping aid his mission to stretch you out.
He gently moves his finger inside of you, allowing you to get used to the feeling before he adds in another. You toss your head back, reveling in the new and foreign feeling, yet not opposing it either.
Khaslana begins his onslaught on your already marked neck, licking, biting, kissing every part of your skin that he could reach.
Phainon shuddered at how tight your asshole was, you were already clenching around his fingers. He was desperate to feel you around his cock, clenching, sucking him in with every thrust.
A third finger entered the fray, your melodic noises with a slight crescendo. Phainon prodded at your walls, stretching you further, thrusting his fingers every so often for you to get used to the intrusion. The sound of your slick lubricating your asshole with every thrust of his finger rang through the room.
“Ph-phai! I-mmph!” Phainon stuck his other two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, continuing his motions in your asshole, hitting that one spot that made you see stars from this hole.
Your pussy clenched at his aggressive actions, the build up in your core growing faster, the knot wanting to become undone.
It didn’t help how Khaslana in his angelic form (which seemed so debauched with the current scene before you if you thought about it [you didn’t]) suckled at your breast, his tongue flicking back and forth over your perky nub, only ever letting go to give your other one the same amount of attention.
Then there was the feeling of Khaslana’s already hardened dick resting against your stomach.
Phainon whispered your name into your ear, “You can take this, I know you can.”
His words mirror the same sentiment as Khaslana’s from earlier. His perpetual motions, the empty feeling of your pussy but your asshole being filled and his continued words of praise pushed you over the edge.
Your cunt clenched around nothing and Phainon groaned deep into your ear with the feeling of your rim squeezing his fingers, wishing it was his cock in you instead.
“Never thought you’d be able to cum with just fingers in your cute little asshole,” Khaslana chuckled. Phainon agreed silently, but he had yet to gain the confidence to say something as lewd as that out loud. He felt that he was already delving into his dark desires with his rough handling of you earlier. (He almost forgot that although this was his first time with you it wasn’t his first time with you).
His fingers slipped out of you, allowing him to watch your gaping hole clench and unclench.
With a sigh, Phainon moved off the bed, shedding off only the heavy armor, too desperate to feel you to take off anything else. He unbuckled his pants, pushing it down just enough to pull himself out.
Your breath hitched, staring at how his cock was practically purple with how hard he was, precum drooling from his tip. Although him and Khaslana were the same size (duh), you couldn’t help but feel a bit weary with his cock deep in your asshole. You already felt like you were splitting apart earlier.
Khaslana teased his dick at your entrance and squeezed your waist with his free hand, forcing your attention back to him and taking you out of your thoughts.
“Come on now,” he murmured against your lips, “pay attention to me.”
You whimpered at his demand, your hands finding hold in his longer and fluffier golden hair. The bed dipped behind you, Phainon’s hands on your hips, his dick poking at your other entrance.
Your eyes widened, looking back, “Wa-wait! At the same time?”
Both of them laughed, squeezing and stroking the parts of you that they held onto. Their eyes met with each other and although they hated having to share you, their need to watch you fall apart was greater.
“Remember?” Khaslana spoke first.
“You can take it, you can take both of us,” Phainon finished. Butterflies churned in your stomach, and you weren’t sure if it was excitement or fear. Maybe both. You could barely handle Khaslana fucking your cunt, but your little ass too, at the same time?
You didn’t feel confident that you could satisfy both of them.
“It’ll be okay,” Phainon kissed the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing circles on your hip. He felt like he was torturing himself, holding back until he knew your nerves were gone.
There was a small beat before you nodded your head, you turned to look at Phainon and reached back to pull him down for a kiss. Your lips parted to let him in. Khaslana took this as the chance to pull you down onto his cock. He let out a visceral groan at how wet you were, how much you were dripping, and just how tight you were even after all of this preparation.
Phainon broke the kiss first, much to his distaste, but he wanted to watch your bodies join together as one. This time, Khaslana roughly pulled you in for a kiss, his dick already deep inside you. Phainon was surprised at his patience, Khaslana was waiting for him to enter before he started moving.
Phainon used his hand to guide himself into your hole, with the preparation and all the slick from before, he entered easily enough.
“Ah, fuck,” he moaned out, your asshole swallowing him. He also felt Khaslana’s dick on the other side of your thin walls separating the two of you. Slowly, he pushed in, your warmth, all of you, surrounding him bit by bit. Phainon was mesmerized at the sight of his dick disappearing deep into you, shocked that all of those dreams became a reality.
Your hand reached back to rest on his hip, your hand grasping at his pants, making him pause as he was worried he was going too fast. But when he stopped, you pulled your lips away from Khaslana’s.
“N-No,” you breathed out, staring back at him with only lust in your eyes, “Don’t stop. More. Wan’ more.” You tugged on his pants, pulling him deeper into you.
You were going to be the death of him.
“Just a little more.” Lie. He still had a little over half of his dick left to go. A little faster, he pushed in, feeling the tightness and feeling Khaslana’s cock twitch on the other side. Phainon knew that Khaslana was barely hanging on, wanting to fuck up into you. In a few more moments, his hips were pressed up against your ass.
All three of you let out a sigh of relief; finally Phainon took your first, Khaslana could breathe as he was fearful he would cum then and there with all the friction, and you--you were filled so, so, so full to the brim. You didn’t know where you started and ended anymore. All you knew was that you needed to be defiled, used, fucked, and filled.
No longer did you care about the Flame-Chase Journey, this was where you were supposed to be. Sandwiched by your boyfriend and his other variant, their cocks deep inside of you, stretching you out.
You don’t think you could ever go back to fucking yourself with the toy that Aglaea got you. But you suppose you don’t need the toy anymore if you could keep both of them here.
Phainon thrust into you first, testing the waters after letting you adjust to the two of them, your eyes rolled back into your head, already feeling overstimulated. Khaslana hissed at the feeling of you tightening and Phainon’s dick separated by the thin wall. He began to fuck into you as well.
You moaned with each of their thrusts, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes, entirely overwhelmed by all the stimulation. Phainon wrapped his arms around your torso, keeping you close to him with Khaslana holding your hips, thrusting himself up into you.
The squelch of your pussy and your ass joining with your melody as the harmonic accompaniment. This moment slowly searing itself into your mind, your mouth agape, one of your hands barely hanging onto Phainon’s arms with your other resting on Khaslana’s abdomen, his taut muscles underneath your fingertips. You were so full and you just desperately wanted to be filled with their cum. If you had any of your sanity left, you’d feel guilty for wanting more.
“ ‘S too much,” you cried out, tears trailing down your cheeks. Phainon kissed your neck, his grip on your entire body tightening.
“If it’s too much, why are your holes sucking us back in?” Phainon asked, voice hoarse. You couldn’t answer, no, not with the way Khaslana reached for your sensitive bud, rubbing it with his thumb to continue to stimulate you.
You wanted to push them away; you felt like you were going to meet Thanatos’ Hand if they kept this up. Your eyes rolled back, gasping when Phainon bit down on your shoulder, groaning into you as he kept fucking deep into you at the same pace as Khaslana.
Khaslana sang you praises, his dick kissing your cervix nice and deep. Describing you as a beautiful whore, begging and crying for their cocks. And... he wasn’t wrong. You loved this, you loved being spoiled by them, feeling them fucking into you at the same pace, only ever feeling slightly empty for moments not too long.
You have to bite back a moan, the tight knot threatening to unravel once more as they continue to abuse your insides. The pressure in your abdomen built up, a familiar and yet foreign feeling appeared.
“ ‘M close, Phai, Khas,” you cried out, your hips lightly rocking back and forth as you tried to help them fuck into you. “Feels good, ‘m so full.”
“Come on, my love,” Phainon grunted, feeling his climax approaching. “You’re being such a good girl for us.”
You were, you were such a good girl taking their cocks like it was nothing. Letting Khaslana play with your little bud. You’d be such a good girl that you’d let them do this every day if they wanted to. The thought of them doing this every day alongside both Phainon and Khaslana, filling you up.
Khaslana moaned out your name, cumming deep into you, his thrusts growing more shallow. Feeling his warm seed filling you up once more with his thumb rolling over your clit pushed you over the edge and then some.
The foreign feeling you felt earlier suddenly disappeared as clear liquid escaped you, spilling over Khaslana’s abdomen, making the man groan with desire over the debauched scene that unfolded in front of him. Your pussy spasming around his cock, milking him for every last drop.
Phainon followed soon after, thick ropes of his seed filling your hole, deep groans escaped his mouth into your ear and your asshole clenched around his dick like it did to his fingers earlier.
You whined at the feeling of both of their cum filling deep inside of you painting your walls, your high slowly fading away. But one different thing different to when Khaslana fucked you for the first time, their dicks weren’t softening.
Khaslana grabbed onto your hips, his eyes locking with Phainons.
“Think she can take one more?” He asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Phainon’s eyes darkened, his grip on you loosening before pushing you down on top of Khaslana, your eyes widened. “Of course she can.”
“Wa-wait!” You straightened your arms to try to get up and off of Khaslana
Khaslana grabbed hold of your hips, thrusting up into you, “You can keep going, you’re a good girl for us, right?”
Your eyes rolled back, your entire body falling down on top of Khaslana, your arms no longer had the strength to hold you up. You felt so, so overstimulated but it felt so, so good with their cum filling you up, dripping out of you and their cocks in both of your holes. You’re so sure that they’ve ruined you. They created you to be their perfect mold so that no one else could ever make you cum in the way only they can. You’re almost scared that you wouldn’t be able to cum without the two of them.
A whine escaped your mouth when Phainon pulled out of you, but the feeling of his cum dripping out of your ass made you squeal with delight. With furrowed brows, Phainon couldn’t help but wish his cum was in your pussy instead (though, don’t get him wrong, he loved watching your gaped asshole spill out his cum every so often). He wanted to fill you up. He wanted you to come to him the next day out of fear that it was his cum that was the reason your period was late.
Phainon so desperately needed to breed you until it was certain that it was only going to be his cum dripping down your thighs.
At this point, Khaslana slowed down, waiting for Phainon to join because, as much as he’d hate to admit, he wouldn’t be able to ruin you without him. His eyes widened with shock when he felt Phainon line himself up at the entrance of your pussy. But then again, he’d do the same thing.
An incoherent noise left your mouth, but at this point, you didn’t care. Your hips rocked back and forth on Khaslana’s dick, wanting more friction. You cried for Phainon to hurry up and hurry up he did.
You didn’t know if you should be thankful or if you should be ruined. Or both.
This time, the stretch felt different but still so deliciously pleasurable. Phainon pushed his cock into your pussy with Khaslana’s already so deep inside. There was little to no resistance and the three of you weren’t even the slightest bit surprised. Not with how much of your slick spilled out mixed with Khaslana’s two loads of cum already inside.
You don’t know how much you could take but you wanted to keep going, needed to keep going. And when Phainon finally filled you with Khaslana holding his breath, you’re the one who began rocking your hips back and forth.
“Fuck.” You’re not sure who says your name this time, or maybe it’s both. Not when the tingling sensation began to build up in your abdomen once more. You wanted to chase the high again. You wanted to feel them pump you full of your cum to the point that you’d still feel their cum dripping out of your cunt, down your leg a few days from now.
Although your asshole felt empty this time, your pussy was stretched out beyond belief, your cervix being bullied beyond relief. You almost wished there was a way for a third to fill up your asshole (maybe one of your toys?).
Phainon and Khaslana begin fucking into you, their cocks hitting your deepest parts, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room once more. The squelching noise was louder than before. Your moaning motivated the men to keep driving into you even as they continued to work up a sweat.
“Doing so good for us, sweetheart,” Khaslana murmured into your ears. “You’re still so tight for us.” He felt your cunt clench at the soft nothings, Phainon’s groans following not a beat later.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” Phainon cried out. “Both of your holes feel so good.”
“Jus’ for you,” you slurred out, wanting to please them but you barely had any energy to say anything else, too sensitive for anything more.
“Should feel her mouth next time,” Khaslana smirked up at him, knowing that was the last hole he had yet to experience.
“Only if you feel her asshole,” Phainon quipped back. If you were coherent still, you would have slapped the two of them for fighting over your holes, but you were so lost in the pleasure that you couldn’t comprehend anything else.
This time, Phainon reached down between your and Khaslana’s body, finding your clit and rubbing it. You cried, your legs squeezing Khaslana’s hips, your hands clenched as you buried your face into Khaslana’s neck, his hands on your waist as if grounding you into this moment.
“Gon’ cum ‘gain,” you whined, the high approaching you again. Your cunt squeezed them tighter and tighter before your release finally broke free. Your entire body shook with relief.
Phainon and Khaslana kept fucking into you, letting you ride out the high but it wasn’t until he came faster than he expected, his cock twitching in you with each spurt painting your walls white. Khaslana wasn’t too far behind, and though this was his third time cumming today, he still had more to spill into you (he could honestly keep going if you asked).
Their cocks began to soften, your body relaxing from the high. You whined at the loss when Phainon pulled out, and Khaslana followed suit. The cum already dripping out of your pussy and Phainon watched before scooping it with his fingers before sliding it back into your pussy.
“Let's get you cleaned up,” Phainon spoke softly, getting off the bed. Khaslana nudged you with his nose, breathing in your scent deeply.
You let out a tired groan, flopping over and off Khaslana’s chest. “Tired.”
Phainon laughed, scooping you up into his arms, about to move you towards your private bath, when you patted his arm to stop.
Khaslana sat up, his wings sunken, not flying high like they had earlier when the two men had a stand-off. His face was crestfallen as he realized he would have to leave and leave the two of you be.
“Khas,” you reached your hand out to the master of all cycles, “come join us while you have the chance.”
Admittedly, Phainon was a bit jealous, but he couldn’t lie... He enjoyed the fact that, despite everything he told you and everything he had done (since Phainon would soon replace him for the next iteration), you still loved him.
You still chose him.
You still cared for him.
Even in his darkest hour, when he hated himself for not saving his hometown, not saving Cyrene, you chose to love him. So he too chose to love himself if it meant keeping you in his life and if it meant being able to continuously put one foot forward in front of the other.
“You’ll have to go back to collecting the Coreflames, and I’ll meet you on the battlefield then,” Phainon called out. “Come, join us. Relax for a bit. I’ll be taking up your mantle soon enough.”
Khaslana gritted his hands. He knew what was going to happen, what had to be done. But if this could be his moment of solace, then just this once, he’ll enjoy himself. He got up from the bed. Phainon nodded at him before turning back to walk towards the baths.
You wrapped your arms around Phainon to pull yourself just enough to look back at Khaslana before saying, “Your wings are pretty, I like them.”
Khaslana smiled, knowing that this was his answer to his turmoil from earlier. That despite all the sins he’s committed, the worlds he’s burned just for the chance for the next to survive, you still chose him.
do NOT stick anything into your pussy after it was in your asshole, thank you
this man singlehandedly brought me back from the dead! this is very shameless.
no feeding my works to gen ai training! thanks :^)
Making you cockwarm my fingers while I gently cuddle you to sleep, whispering sweet little compliments in your ear while you doze off. How pretty you are, how nice your warm, wet hole feels on my fingers. How much I'm enjoying your needy little moans while you drift off. "Be a good pet and go to sleep now, darling. Even toys need their rest. And you're such a good toy. So so precious." No matter how much you whine and complain about how hard it is to sleep with fingers probing inside you, eventually you'll drift off like a good toy should.
Waiting for your eyes to close, your breathing to finally even out, for your body to relax completely before slide my fingers out of you and I cautiously exchange them for my cock. You look so pretty while you're asleep. I can't even stop myself from breeding you when you're so vulnerable. Slowly sliding it in and out of you until I can barely contain myself anymore. Until my thrusts grow harsher, less controlled. Until I can't stop myself from fucking you violently, forcing myself inside you, not even pretending to care about waking you up anymore. You just feel so fucking good, baby. Don't you dare fucking struggle. You know you're still my fuckdoll even when you're asleep.
A/N: the incredibles getting popular again? oh hell yes. i love this nasty, megalomaniac freak. hope you enjoy. comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
Tags: dub-con, forcefulness, degradation, public sex, rough sex, p in v, choking, misogyny
Wordcount: 1.3k
You were unsure of how life came to be this way for you. You were sure your poor decisions slipped your conscious, ducking between the cracks of late rent and unsupportive family, but if you could have stopped yourself before it got this bad, you would've. You would have grabbed the old you by the shoulders and shook her.
You would have smacked the stolen bracelets and rings right out of her hands. When you were starting small, testing the waters, you would have stopped her. You would have told her that it wasn't worth it, that there were other ways.
You didn't ever get the chance to stop yourself, though, so you only got worse. Less cautious. You felt the risk and reward of criminal life wash over you. Where you were just barely scraping by, you now had more than enough, and outside of even that, you had offers from real, powerful villains. Just teetering on the edge of something bigger for yourself, even if it was not the most noble path.
Unfortunately for you, taking one of those offers was the worst decision you made in your short, crime ridden career.
A villain had enlisted you for a heist of sorts. A sketchy man, but weren't they all? What business did you have judging him? His idea was not too far out of your wheelhouse, but it would be the first time you would had work on such a large scale. You were set to sneak into a jewel store at night. The plan seemed rather straight forward. Almost too easy. That should have tipped you off, but it didn't.
Disaster struck, and fast. You had barely escaped the store with a small satchel of gems and jewels in your possession when a terrifyingly iconic figure stood only a few feet away.
"Little thief in the night, huh?" Gamma Jack crossed his arms over his chest, back resting against the brick wall in the alley. "Cute. Very cute."
"We've got a couple choices here," he said, hand firmly pressing you against the wall by your throat. His other hand wandered slightly. Not suggestively, but with a quiet dominance. "You don't seem like a fighter, so I don't assume you're gonna try that. I could bring you down to the authorities, don't think you'll fight them either."
You were prepared for the consequences from the moment you saw him. You may have been a criminal, but you weren't blessed with any powers to fight against him. Hell, for all purposes, you were just a woman. A woman with criminal intent, sure, but still. You hadn't the skill nor the energy to resist arrest. You were willing to let him take you into custody, you'd deal with the rest from a jail cell, you supposed.
That wasn't what Jack wanted, though.
"Or, we could work out a deal."
You eyed him suspiciously. Handsome as he was, his face reeked of hidden motive. Nothing about a deal with him seemed safe, but you were in no position to turn him down.
You spoke up finally, mouth dry. "What sort of deal?"
He ran his free hand over your hair, smoothing it out with eerily gentle movements. It felt like he was coaxing something out of you. Luring you into a false sense of comfort—it was working, to an extent. His touch did feel quite nice.
"You just sit there and look pretty, doll. You won't have to move a finger for this, I might forget all of this," he tilted his head over to the spilled pile of gems in the corner of the alley, "if you shut those lips and let it happen."
You fell for his trap perfectly. Like a sacrificial lamb, too stupid to see the blade in its shepard's hand, too blinded. That's what you were. Blinded. Completely blind to the thin, porcelain mask of charisma Jack wore.
You thought that his touch would remain soft, that this would be easy. That it would be worth it to just give in and be free. You would have rather served jail time than this, you were sure of it.
"If you weren't so pretty," he said hiking your leg up, pushing it against your abdomen to help deepen his thrusts, "I probably wouldn't be so gentle with you. You're a lucky thing, aren't you?"
Gentle wasn't the word you would have used to describe his actions. His hands were calloused and rough as they dragged over your body. You felt used to completion, yet he still took more from you.
You had been pushed against the wall for uncomfortably long. The texture of the brick had started to imprint into your bare back. It scratched your flesh each time Jack fucked into you, but that wasn't nearly as bad as the crescent shaped divots his nails left over your tits and hips. They burned a soft pink hue, catching too deeply on your delicate skin.
What was worse than all of that, though, worse than every stinging touch and bloodying thrust, his words stuck you like needles. Thinly veiled insults wrapped as compliments were spat into your face.
"With a pussy like this, you'd be better off a working girl. Could make some real money sellin' this thing." He forced his mouth against yours again, not minding how your teeth clashed with his. There was no passion nor tenderness. Just rough, pure desire. "I'd be your best customer, baby. Good thing I'm getting it for free now."
It hurt. He could just laugh off his little jokes, his mean spirited, sexual jabs. You would have let your self sniffle and sob if you didn't think it would get him off even further.
"You know what I like about dames like you? You're all so desperate. Look at you—startin' a life of crime and for what, baby? Must be on your last leg here."
With his tongue back down your throat again, you nearly gagged. You couldn't seem to escaped being penetrated by him. Not even your mouth was safe, and it was beyond humiliating. What was more embarrassing was tight feeling in your stomach that started to grow. You really didn't want to cum, he didn't deserve the satisfaction of it, but it would likely be the only win you would get out of the whole thing.
It was a degrading feeling—having you cunt betray you to clench over your momentary enemy like a vice. Gushing over his cock, painting it with sweet release. You shuddered at how his eyes dipped down between the two of you. They bored into the dimly lit scene, watching how your slick coated him so perfectly.
If he were in the right headspace, he would have shoved his cock back in you when he came, but he lost control as soon as you finished. His dick twitched, the tip just barely kissing your ruined entrance, and he shot load just on the outside of your cunt.
Surprisingly, he let you move your leg back down and out of his grasp. You tried to steady yourself, but you felt so weak.
You bit your cheek, trying to hide how out of breath you were. "A deal's a deal, Jack," you said, avoiding eye contact with him.
He let out a soft chuckle. "You can't really think I'd keep good on that, can you?"
"You—!"
He pressed his hand over your mouth to shut you up. "See, I was just going to kill you once we were done here, but we're not done. I think you'll be useful to me alive."
Your eyes blew wide. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, this wasn't what you agreed to!
"Could use something like you on my days off," he said, loosening his grip on your throat just a bit. Not enough to stop the dizzying feeling, but enough to let air through. "You're coming home with me, pretty."
