la mancha x fem reader x ashveil
content warning rough sex, p in v, cum eating, choking on cum, double penetration (mouth/pussy), swearing, la mancha is ashveil's alter ego that manifests as a person, la mancha has a pretty lewd mouth, la mancha and ashveil kinda hate eachother.
"she's suckin' my tip like it's a fucking baby pacifier shit man hurry up!"
ashveil's manifested alter ego, la mancha, spits at him from the other end of the bed where he's kneeling.
your on all fours on the mattress with your ass up in the ashen detective's face.
"i-im gonna hurt her! i can't-"
"urgh yes you can! she likes it hffgh rough!"
ashveil shakes his head from side to side.
"sex is an act of vulnerability where you look into each other's eyes and tell them words of love.. not some lewd barbaric sex that means nothing."
"barbaric-? it was your idea man fuck don't be a pussy"
"no. i want out. this is no way to treat a lady."
ashveil starts backing away when la mancha perks up again.
"hmm i understand now why she always wants me to fuck her like she'll die tomorrow" he combs his sharp metal nails through your hair "she's not satisfied with you.."
this was obviously not true and la mancha knew it. he was a part of ashveil afterall so everything ashveil felt, he felt too. he only wanted to provoke his host and it worked.
ashveil let himself fall for the very obvious bait. he stopped and glared up at his mirror image.
"yeah! 'says you lack stamina and shit.. that my cock feels better than yours, i mean look!" he gestures down to your slightly bobbing head "gotta hold her back from swallowing my dick whole!"
"lookin' like a starved kitten.. ya don't feed her enough"
oh ashveil was pissed off now.
"i feed her plenty. she loves it sweet and slow! it makes her feel loved, something you'll never be able to give to her."
la mancha scoffs "fuuck this isn't a fuckin' competion on who loves her more dumbass! it's about making her feel good."
"when i press her head into the mattress and fuck her pussy silly, she squeezes around my cock so hard i gotta hold myself from shooting up inside her"
ashveil's dick twitches on his clothed abdomen.
"or when she's screamin' my name when i force her legs open and eat her cunt out for hours"
"don't ya wanna know how that feels? or are you gonna keep rambling about your boring sex life?" he rolls his eyes.
"if she wanted me to be rough with her, she'd say so, but she didn't-"
la mancha's voice cuts him off and dropes two octaves lower "she hasn't asked because she doesn't wanna bruise your ego."
"she doesn't want to break your little 'mr. perfect' bubble illusion. she can't bring herself to hurt your feelings like that so she turns to me."
there's a splash of guilt in ashveil's eyes as the realization hits.
"she gives you everything YOU want, but she gets denied what she needs" you make eye contact with him as you try to push your mouth further on his cock.
la mancha chuckles lowly "the tip isn't enough anymore huh?"
ashveil feels jealousy rise within him at the interaction before him.
"she's more merciful than you ever will be.."
la mancha shoots him one last provocative look.
"maybe i'll take your place permanently and live happily ever after with her since im apparently ten times the man you are-"
you're suddenly thrusted forward. la mancha's cock fully slips past your lips and down your throat,stretching it without warning.
your eyes go wide and you squeak.
ashveil's hips roughly jerk forward filling your pussy up in one go.
"fuck- maybe a little head's up next ngff-ah time"
if looks could kill he'd be ash
la mancha smirks and makes a fist with his hand, taking a handful of your hair and pulling at the roots.
"oh sweetheart.. ashveil is being sooo mean, isn't he?" he mocks.
the tip of your nose pokes his v-line every time ashveil thrusts in you. tears fall from your eyes as la mancha's wipes them away with his thumb.
"shh shh you're doing so good for us baby" he coos.
ashveil grabs your hips and drills his dick so hard inside your tight cunt, hitting that sweet spot deep inside repeatedly.
you're clenching so hard around him to the point where he can barely pull out.
"urgh- fu-so mfgh tight-ahh"
ashveil moans and groans behind you while your own cries are muffled by your husband's alter ego's erection.
"i-im nffgh so-so sorry mffgh love but i-ahh can't s-stop-"
la mancha pulls out of your mouth swiftly, freeing your voice and your airways. he loosens his grip at the back of your head and lets it hang slightly.
you gasp as ashveil's balls hit your clit.
"ash-ahh-please ashveil hah p-please"
you're crying his name and he stutters yours.
la mancha chuckles under his breath "look at that! two little whiners.."
he tightens his grip on your hair and cranks your neck so you're looking at him.
"open" his voice is low and serious.
you open your mouth and slip out your tongue. he strokes himself a few times before slapping his cockhead on your wet tongue and slipping his dick down your throat once more.
he sighs when your warm, gooey walls wrap around him.
before, he let ashveil's thrusts push you down on his cock, but now? he now was moving in complete sync with him.
they both thrusted forward and back at the same time. fast and rough.
wet gagging noises comes from your slack jaw as la mancha's tip hits the the back of your throat repeatedly and creamy sounds came from behind you as ashveil painted his cock white with your juices.
you're being manhandled by your husbands without mercy and you're loving every second of it.
your eyes cross and roll up "ohh what a ffnh little whore you are!"
ashveil opens his eyes and glares at the other man.
"d-don't call ngghh her th-that!"
"i told you her pussy's the best when 'is roughed up!"
ashveil can only huff in response. his plan worked!
between moans and squishy thrusts, ashveil musters the strength to fire something back at la mancha that makes his eyes go wide.
"if..i fuck her sweet and rough nghff there won't b-be anymore need fo-for you"
they're glaring daggers at eachother.
you're pulling on la mancha's opened waistband as your muffled high pitched moans send vibrations up his cock.
he's the first to break eye contact.
"ah-hah-ngghh sweetheart-"
he pushes your head so hard onto him and stills. his thick cum fills up your throat as he holds you there, letting you choke on it before swiftly removing his cock from your mouth.
a long, white string connect your lips to his tip as the rest spills from your mouth.
"swallow" judging by the tone in his voice, you can tell he's pissed.
you do as he says and swallow as much as you can.
la mancha's cum was ungodly thick and a perfect mix between bitter and salty. there was also impossible amounts of it which was why he never punished you for not swallowing all of it. only if you didn't swallow enough to his liking did he do something about it.
warmth slowly pools in your lower stomach. your thighs tremble as ashveil halts his movements and moans breathlessly behind you, spilling his load deep inside. your cunt squeezes around him so hard tears fall from his eyes.
watery goo leaks from your hole and rolls down to the front of your pussy. you whine at the feeling.
ashveil kisses up your spine and whispers sweet 'sorry's' and 'i love you's' between breathes.
"i-im so s-sorry.. i lo-love you so so much.."
la mancha looks at the scene before him.
"you really think getting rid of me is a good idea!? without me ya ain't getting her cunt to make yur' dick this hard.."
ashveil doesn't want to admit it, but deep down he knows he's right, for both your sake and his.
he looks back up at his identical self with lidded eyes which tells la mancha everything he needs to know.