Creep Kinktober

by AubrieWrites

Summary:

Finally decided to try kinktober for the creeps, this will be crossposted on my creep blog intimidating-fettuccine on Tumblr.

More tags and warnings will be added as more kinks are added, and all chapters will be marked with the gender (or lack thereof) of the reader

Chapter 1: Pegging - Toby, GN

"You're sure you're ready?" You ask him once more for extra measure, your hands roaming up and down his thighs, his muscles twitching under your movements.

"Y-yes, please, I-I need it." He whines out, his hips moving closer to you instinctively.

He looks so beautiful underneath you, a blush spread across his cheeks, sweat running down his body, his mouth agape as he tries to breathe. He'd brought up the idea of you pegging him about a week ago, presenting you with a strap-on he picked out himself. Who were you to refuse him when he asked you so sweetly?

You'd been prepping him for the last thirty minutes, trying to be fully sure he could take it considering he wouldn't know if it hurt him, and Toby had grown considerably worked up and desperate, whining once more as he shifted impatiently beneath you.

"Alright, honey, relax. I've got you." As you push his legs back against his chest he lets out an aroused noise, his hips wiggling as your eyes trail down to where there's a plug still resting inside of him. He makes a strangled groan as you pull it out of him, and his breathing grows more labored as you place yourself closer, pressing the head of your strap against him.

"One more time, honey," you grab his hand, squeezing affectionately, "you're sure you're ready?" He can't help but smile lovingly at you, enamored with the care you make sure to provide him, and he nods his head in affirmation.

As you begin to slowly ease the strap inside of him he moans highly, his head pressed back against the pillows, eyes squinted shut. Bottoming out inside of him, you lean over his body, holding both of his hands as you use your torso to keep his thighs firm against his chest. He squeezes your hands a few times to let you know you can move, and you do so easily, starting off slowly before gradually increasing your pace. You've only just begun, and yet he already looks so fucked out underneath you, eyes filled with bliss, noises freely flowing out of him.

"Such a good boy, Toby." You praise him and he keens, his hips bucking up into you as you fuck him, and you have to hold in a laugh at how cute he is.

The moment you move to start peppering his neck in kisses has him gasping, his legs squirming around you to wrap around your waist, and he finally breaks his hands free from yours to wrap his arms around you. He holds you tightly with his legs and arms, whining in desperation as he clings to you.

"I n-need to cum! P-please!" He eventually gets out amongst his cries, tears blooming from his eyes as he looks at you desperately. You smile at him, kissing away his tears before you move a hand between your bodies.

"Anything you need, sweetheart." He goes to moan again as you say so, but it gets cut off by your lips pressing passionately onto his. It doesn't, however, prevent his loud wail as you begin to pump his cock in time with your thrusts, poor Toby nearly screaming out from how stimulated he is.

"Come on, Toby," you command him against his lips as you narrow your eyes at him lustfully, "cum for me, cum for me while I fuck you." He sobs loudly once more, his eyes squeezed shut as you continue to fuck into him relentlessly, and it's not long until he finally snaps.

His cum shoots up, coating both of your chests, and he clamps down on the strap inside of him, finally halting your movements so you don't hurt him. He struggles to catch his breath and you have to coach him through breathing as you kiss his forehead soothingly. He makes a noise in protestation when you move away from his grasp to grab a towel you preemptively placed on the bed, but he quiets down when you soothingly clean him up, exhaustion settling into his body.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" You can't help but teasingly ask him, and a blissed-out smile forms on his face as he beckons you closer for a kiss.

"I l-loved it." He whispers quietly as he curls into you. You remove the strap, setting it aside on the towel as you pull him closer to you, snuggling up and catching your own breath as you both relax. You felt yourself getting closer to sleep, but you felt your eyes open as Toby sat up beside you. A blush on his cheeks, his eyes lidded and his lip between his teeth as he looked down at you. "Can we do it again?"

Such an insatiable boy.

Chapter 2: Hate Sex - Masky, GN

"For someone who says he hates me so fucking much, you sure can't get enough of me, huh?" You laughed at him, but he quickly silenced you as he moved to bite your lip before forcing his own against yours.

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" Was his eventual response as he forced you against the wall, practically smothering you as he continued to press his lips against yours with a heat Tim would never use against you.

Your relationship was unconventional. While you and Tim were happily together, Masky found it to be quite repulsive. Whenever he was the one in control he just liked to use you for a quick fuck, something you liked making challenging for him most days, but then there were days like today, days where you liked to rile him up.

"I'm not wrong though, am I? The first thing you do without even saying hello is demand that I let you fuck me. Seems awfully desperate to me, doesn't it?" Your cocky teasing gets you his hand around your throat and a look in his eyes that could kill.

"Well, it's not like you're good for anything else." He scoffs. He hoists you up from where you're pressed against the wall and tosses you onto Tim's bed, yanking your pants off as soon as he crawls on top of you. "Just be good for once in your life and make this easy for me." He growls, already working a hand between your legs as he pins you down with his body.

"Why should I make anything easy for you, bastard?" You scoff back, clamping your legs around his arm and preventing him from effectively preparing you. He squints at you in response, grabbing one of your hands and pressing it into his clothed erection, laughing at you when he sees you swallow.

"You and I both know you don't wanna take this without any prep, sweetheart." The way he says that pet name in such a taunting, cocky voice makes you glare at him, attempting to scoot away from him on the bed, but you don't get far before he yanks you back and forces your body down, finally sinking a finger inside of you before you can prevent him again, causing you to hiss out at the intrusion as he pumps it in and out of you.

"I can make this enjoyable, or I can wreck your body and leave you, and Tim wouldn't be very happy if I did that, would he?" You want to bite back that Tim wouldn't enjoy him doing this anyway, but you find yourself moaning out in surprise as he finally slips in a second finger, causing him to smirk at you.

The anger boiling in your gut causes you to grab his collar roughly, yanking him down and forcing his lips to yours again. You're the one to bite his lip this time, rather roughly, paying him back for earlier. He makes a noise of warning in his throat as he forces your head back against the mattress, slipping a third finger into you and pulling a moan out of you in response. As much as he can't stand you, he knows if he doesn't do this right and fucks you up too much that Tim won't let him do this anymore, and being able to fuck you senseless is the one thing keeping Masky sane and stable. Before you can process what's happening he's yanking you up by your hips and flipping you over. As you try to catch your bearings he's pulling off his belt and yanking down his pants, already lining himself up with your hole as a frustrated sigh leaves his lips.

"You just have to make everything annoying, don't you?" He provokes you, but as you open your mouth to retort, he slams his cock all the way inside of you at once, causing you to cry out loudly and Masky to laugh at you from behind as he leans over you. He plants one hand on your hip and the other fists into your hair.

"Why don't you just enjoy yourself and stop complaining for once in your shitty life." With that he forces your head into the mattress and begins to move, fucking into you fast and rough.

As much as you want to retort, to put him in his place, all you can do is cry out into the blankets as he fucks you with reckless abandon. You whine and beg, babbling out anything you can as you grasp at the hand he has tightly pressed into the back of your head. You hate him, you cry out, you hate him and you want him to stop, you want him to leave you alone, you want him to get over his fucking ego, you want him to-

"FUCK!" You can't help but scream out as he slams into you with a particularly sharp thrust, hitting you right where it feels best, and you can't help but move your hips to meet his thrusts, the pleasure overtaking any complaints you had. You want to cum, you want him to make you cum, you hate his fucking guts, but goddamn it, you need him to make you cum.

"Please, please, please, just- fuck, fucking make me-" You interrupt yourself with a gasp as you feel his other hand slip from your hip to the front of your body, your legs shaking as he finally touches you right where you need it most.

"See? Now you're being a good little whore, aren't you?" He laughs again, groaning as he feels you clenching around him from the added stimulation. "What do you want, hm? What do you want me to do?" He teases you, leaning over your body to whisper into your ear.

"C-cum, please, please, I need it so bad- I need it!" You sob out as he picks up his pace, chuckling darkly as he bites your ear.

"Well, since you said please." He moans as he feels you clenching around him again, and as he picks up his pace with his hand you feel yourself about to snap, whines slipping out of you until finally-

"YES!! Fuck, yes!!" You scream out as your orgasm slams into you, and he continues to hammer into you, fucking you like it's the only thing he knows how to do. Your own orgasm triggers his, and soon he's slamming into you once more, balls deep inside of you as he empties himself with a loud groan.

The two of you catch your breath, not saying anything as your bodies decompress. Your hips are so sore you can't move them, and when he pulls out of you it causes you to slide down onto the bed. He's nice enough to wipe you off and leave a towel underneath your pelvis for anything left inside of you, but then he's hiking his pants back up and strutting over to the door, opening it, and looking back at you one last time.

"Make sure to fix yourself up. I'll probably be back later, sweetheart." He smirks at you as he leaves, and you can only wish you had the energy to get up and slap him for it.

Chapter 3: Breeding - EJ, GN (could be AFAB)

Notes:

No genitals are mentioned, but Jack is very insistent on getting the reader pregnant. I wrote it to be GN, but it could be read as AFAB

The way Jack acted normally and the way that Jack acted during one of his heats was like night and day. Normally he was so quiet, reserved, and gentle with you, almost too gentle out of his fear of accidentally harming you. Jack was so kind, so sweet, so delicate with you, so completely unlike the man that was currently fucking the shit out of you right now.

"Need it, need it, need it!" His voice was so ragged as he clutched you from behind, his hips moving at an animalistic pace as he pressed you into the mattress with his torso.

You couldn't respond, only able to let out strangled moans and cries due to the force of his thrusts and the grip of his arms around you. Jack always made sure to tell you that you didn't need to help him, that he could make it through alone, after all, once he gets started, he's not going to stop. You'd made the decision to help him multiple times before, but each time you'd forget just how intense he could be.

This was your third round of the day and the sound of squelching that filled the room from the cum he'd already filled you with made you embarrassed enough as it was, and it wasn't helped by his noises of pure desperation.

"Fuck, I need it! Need to fill you up so bad-" He cut himself off with a gasp as you clenched around him, a deep growl leaving his throat as he squeezed you even tighter.

You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and it made you whine below him. The only thing he cared about during his heat was breeding you, even though it was futile, especially considering his demonic biology prevents him from getting humans pregnant even if he wanted to, that wouldn't stop him. His brain reasoned that if he just filled you with enough of his cum, then maybe it would happen. The only warning he gave you before cumming a third time inside of you was sinking his sharp teeth into your shoulder, an animalistic growl tearing from his throat as he bottomed out inside of you and pumped you full again.

You could only pant beneath him, his arms caging you against him as he grabbed at your stomach, a purr resounding from his throat as his brain desperately tried to convince you he was going to impregnate you.

"Gonna breed you so good... Gonna fill you up so much..." He nuzzled into your neck, licking the blood off of your shoulder from where he'd bit you. You knew it wasn't actually going to happen, but you also knew that trying to deny him right now would only make him much rougher in his desperation to get you pregnant.

"I know, honey, I'm already so full." Was all you could force out of your throat in response as you reached a hand up to run it through his hair. He purred again in response, dragging his barbed tongue up your neck as his cock started twitching inside of you again.

"Not enough." He flipped you over so you could look up at him, a gasp leaving you from the sudden forceful motion.

He pulled out his cock and lifted your hips, watching as his cum dripped out of you, before using his fingers to try and push it all back inside of you. Before you could say anything, he was already pushing his cock back inside of you, thrusting rapidly into you as he laid down on top of you. The squelching was now even louder than earlier, and the bed was growing wet underneath you from the fluids soaking into the sheets.

"More, more, more, more, more..." He gasped out into your ear, burying his head into your neck as he whimpered desperately above you.

Your hips were growing so sore from the extreme force of his thrusts, and all you could do was grip him with your arms and legs and do your best to stay conscious. Exhaustion was seeping into you, but the sensation of his cock dragging against your cum slicked walls so fast and rough was too tantalizing to allow you any rest. You were so far gone you couldn't even hear the noises of desperation you were making as he continued to relentlessly pound into you, and it was only serving to make Jack more excited. He bit into your shoulder again, groaning as the taste of your blood hit his tongue, and his hips stuttered from the pleasure it brought him.

"Please! Jack, please, I need-" You finish your sentence. What did you need? Water, rest, sleep, food, more of his cum inside of you?

You weren't sure, but Jack interpreted it as the last one, growling as he slammed his hips into yours with so much force you're surprised he hadn't seriously injured you. You'd already cum so many times yourself this morning that you didn't think your body could do it anymore, but he latched his lips to your neck in that special area that always made you weak and reached one of his hands down to rub you, causing you to cry out, your vision going black as an orgasm ripped through you. His hips never halted, making you feel breathless as he fucked you through it, triggering his own release once more, a strangled cry tearing its way from his throat.

It seemed his own exhaustion had finally caught up to him as he flattened himself on top of you, your bodies sticky from sweat and shared fluids as he curled into you, incoherently muttering praises into your ear as he felt himself drifting into sleep, his arms tightly wrapped around you. You knew the break would only be temporary, as in a few hours he'd be ready to repeat the process all over again, but for now, you were going to take the chance to get some rest, falling asleep quickly underneath him, as you definitely need all the rest you can get.

Chapter 4: Praise - Splendor, GN

"You always look so pretty like that." His voice is so soft and delicate, just like it always is when he's with you, but it always hits differently at a time like this.

You're laid out underneath him, panting and covered in sweat, eyes blissed out from the few orgasms he's pulled out of you so easily. He always made sure to get you off several times before he even stopped to think about himself. How could he not when you made the most beautiful sounds with the cutest expressions on your face? He licked his lips, eyes ravaging your body as he lifted your legs and pressed them to your chest, and the resulting shivers sent through your body had him letting out a sensually dulcet laugh.

"You're always so cute for me, so enticing. It just makes me want to eat you up." He whispers the last part as he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he massages the backs of your thighs, serving to draw out more of those wonderful noises of yours.
Slipping a hand between your legs to press his fingers into your well-prepared hole, and a groan vibrates into your mouth from how easily they slip into you.

"Are you ready for me, my love?" He questions you as he separates his lips from yours, looking at you expectantly, his eyes lidded and mouth parted as he tries to catch his breath. He entwines both his hands with yours, squeezing tenderly as he searches you for any sign of resistance.

"Yes, please, I'm more than ready." You answer him easily with a sigh, your hips shifting as you return his alluring gaze.

He smiles at you lovingly, leaning back down to press a few kisses all over your face, raising your hips with his hands as he pokes at your entrance with his cock. He maintains eye contact with you as he slowly slides into you, moaning as he watches your face contort with pleasure from how full he makes you feel.

"Truly an angel sent from above, my dear. I've never seen another more beautiful than you." He continues to hold your hips as he moves his dick in and out of you, looking down to watch as your opening clenches around him instinctively, uncharacteristic curses leaving him as he watches you suck him in greedily.

"You're always so good for me, pulling me in like this. Look at how well you take me." He groans as his words cause you to clench, his hips bucking into you harder than he meant to. "You just love my cock so much, don't you? My good little pet."

"Y-yes, I love it so much." You answer with a gasp, pushing your hips into his despite his hands attempting to hold you still.

"Always so eager, aren't you?" He doesn't expect an answer, slotting his lips against yours once more as he puts you into a mating press, increasing the pace of his thrusts.

You do your best to wrap your arms around his larger form, digging your nails into him as you cry out against his lips. He nips at your bottom lip affectionately, changing his position so he can slam into you much deeper than before, moaning as he moves to suck at your neck, leaving deep marks in his path. He fills you up so nicely, and the stimulation he's providing you is driving you crazy. Moving his fingers to tweak at your nipples, covering your neck and shoulders in hickeys, and slamming into you with his thick cock, it's driving you insane, your body trembling underneath him.

"P-please. Splen, I need it so bad, I need to cum for you!" You cry out, head thrown back as you lose yourself to the pleasure he all but forces upon you. He hums against your neck, a smirk making its way to his lips as they press against your skin.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Don't hold back, I love it when you feel good, makes me feel so excited." He whispers into your ear, kissing and sucking at the nape of your neck as he feels you tightening around him.

You fall apart soon after, a loud moan leaving your lips as you cling to him, and he fucks you through it nice and firm, groaning into your ear as he finishes himself soon after, filling you up nice and full as he bottoms out inside of you. He holds you close, gently kissing all over your chest, neck, and face as you calm down, whispering words of praise and encouragement as he goes.

"My sweet, beautiful little pet, always so good for me. The best in the world." He pulls out of you before moving quickly to grab a towel, cleaning you up tenderly, checking on you, and making sure nothing hurts. You find yourself slipping into exhaustion, his movements coaxing you into sleep, and a chuckle slips out of his lips as he watches you. His adoring, dulcet voice is the last thing you hear before slipping off into sleep.

"Sweet dreams, my perfect little dove."

Chapter 5: Size Difference - Zalgo, GN

It was intimidating at times, how much larger than you he was. Leaning over you from above, his almost 8' tall body completely dwarfing you as he looked down at you with such a lustful glance. He moved a hand to cup your face, his hand the same size as your head, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead as you shook beneath him.

"This isn't even our first time, my love, and yet you're shaking like a leaf. Do I scare you so?" Running his eyes over you in concern, you can't help but smile up at him. Despite his intimidating size and status, he becomes such a sweetheart whenever he's alone with you.

"No, I'm not scared. It's just, you know, you're just so..." Your eyes drift between his legs and he smirks at you when he realizes where you're looking, "Big." You finish, and he chuckles, pressing his forehead into yours.

"That's never stopped you before, my love." He presses his thumb into your mouth, his thumb that fills your mouth so much from its size.

"I don't intend to let it stop me now." You try to sound alluring as you respond, but it only serves to make him chuckle as your pronunciation distorts around his thumb.

Zalgo sits back on his haunches, parting your legs and looking between them approvingly. He presses a finger inside of you, double checking that you're still prepared for him, and then another, both of them filling you so much it makes you squirm, and when he presses a third inside of you it draws out a high-pitched noise from the back of your throat. His eyes drift up to your face as he continues to pump his fingers gently, and he uses his other hand to massage your leg soothingly.

"I have to make sure you can take me, my dear. After all, my fingers are one thing, but my cock is another." You make a noise of surprise at his speech, as he usually never uses such wording with you, but you know he's not wrong.

"I know, but I'm ready, I promise. Please, I want you." He coos at your words, bending to press a sweet kiss to your lips, only pulling back enough to look into your eyes.

"Well, how am I supposed to say no when you ask me so nicely?" His words ghost across your lips and you want nothing more than to kiss him again, and as if reading your mind he obliges, pressing his lips firmly against yours as he lines himself up, his head poking at your entrance.

"Be sure to let me know if it becomes too much, I wish not to harm you." Zalgo glances into your eyes one final time for affirmation, before pressing himself slowly inside of you.

It burns, no matter how much he prepares you, the sheer thickness and length of his dick always serve to stretch you to your body's limits. A pained noise leaves your throat, and he halts immediately, looking down at you in worry, and you smile up at him, your smaller hand cupping his cheek.

"It's alright, Zalgo. The burn from the stretch feels good." You tell him to ease his worries, and you're not lying.

The stretch of him has always felt unlike anything you've felt before, filling you up in a way that drives you crazy and makes you crave him more than you've craved something in such a way before. You press your hips toward him to encourage him to keep moving, and he acquiesces to your wish. Once he's all the way inside of you, you throw your head back with a gasp, your body clenching around him in a way that takes away your breath.

"Whenever you're ready, my dear." He whispers into your ear, pressing fervent kisses to your neck as you adjust to the sensation of having him inside of you. After a few moments you nod your head against him, and he starts off slow, before reaching his preferred pace.

He kisses along your neck, all the way down to your chest, leaving bitemarks and hickeys as he goes, noises of delight slipping out of him when he sees the pattern he's left upon you. He holds your hands above your head, intertwining your fingers as he thrusts into you, your body bouncing from the force of his much larger form.

"Always so beautiful, so strong and capable." He praises you, his eyes devouring your body as he watches you take his cock, licking his lips at the sight of it slipping in and out of you.

The sensation of him fucking you has you unable to speak coherently, with only moans and gasps leaving your mouth as you grip his hands, your nails digging into them as you try to ground yourself. As good as it feels, he knows your body can only handle so much of him, and the feeling of your body clenching around his cock drives him wild. It's not long before he feels himself nearing his climax, and he slots his lips against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he groans, his body trembling slightly.

"Where would you like it, my dear?" He whispers against your lips, always so considerate of your preferences first. After all, as big as he is, he always makes such a mess, and that thought has you clenching around him with a moan.

"Please, inside me, please!" You beg him as you cling to him, and he presses his lips to yours once more.

It's not long after that he hits his climax, filling you up with his warmth, the feeling of his cum pumping into you triggering your own orgasm, making him moan loudly as your body squeezes and milks his cock. He holds you close as you both regain your breath, whispering praises into your ear as tears slip from your eyes from so much stimulation.

"You always do so good for me, my love." He presses tender kisses to your temple, and you grumble out thanks against his neck, his resulting chuckles vibrating against you.

"Shall I prepare a bath for you?" He sits up, cradling you in his arms as he rises, and you can only nod against him.

Having such a large partner could really take it out of your body, but he'd always do his best to make it up to you, carrying you to the bath as he filled it with your favorite scents. He always worried about you considering your size difference and the fragility of humans in general, and he'd do his damnedest to treat you gently for the rest of the evening, as he always does.

Chapter 6: Food play - Candy, GN

"Aww, is it too cold?" He teased you with a chuckle, shaking the can of whipped cream before continuing to coat your body with it. You couldn't help but shiver, the cold cream coating your nipples and surrounding area, and now a thick line being sprayed from the middle of your chest to your pelvis.

"It's fine, it's..." You paused to shiver once more, trying to come up with the right word. "Stimulating." You decided, looking up at him as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead before righting himself to keep going.

"I'll warm you up soon, so just bear with it for now, sweets." He soothed you, spreading your legs and spraying more cream between them with a look on his face that you felt was far too excited. He looked over your body with a hum, the cream starting to deflate and melt from the warmth of your skin, and he finished by spraying some along your neck and collarbones, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Bon appétit." He licked his lips before finally bending once more to ravage the cream decorating your skin.

His long, warm tongue licked stripes from your neck to your collar, not daring to miss a single bit of cream, before gradually making his way to your chest. He latched his mouth around your nipples one after the other, sucking up the cream before tugging each nipple into his mouth and nipping at them, making you tremble below him. Licking a stripe from your pelvis to your chest cleared you of most of the whipped cream, although the sticky feeling seemed to remain on your flesh, but Candy continued on eagerly. Seating himself between your legs and watching eagerly as the cream began to drip along your sex, making you shift your hips anxiously from how intently he was watching.

Noticing your anxieties, Candy continued to dig in, eagerly licking the cream from your privates, slurping and sucking as he went to try and make it more pleasurable for you, and the light moans you rewarded him with only served to make him more insistent, sucking you into his mouth and licking as though his life depended on it. Your hips jerked from the sudden stimulation and he moved to hold them down, making a noise of disagreement at your jerks. You could only fist your hands into his hair as he continued to relentlessly pleasure you with his mouth, your climax coming much faster than you'd expected it to, your head thrown back with a cry as he continued to work you through it. As you tried to calm down, your hands resting on your chest as you caught your breath, Candy rose from his position to rest on his knees, licking his lips with a satisfied hum.

"No matter what I add to you, your natural taste is always the most delicious." He praised you, your cheeks warming from the look he was giving you. "Now, if it's alright with you my dear, I think I'd like dessert."

He pumped his cock with a hiss a few times before lining up with your entrance, Candy also feeling far more worked up than he thought he would. The relief he gained from slipping into you had him moaning in delight, a growl slipping out of him as he bent over to press a passionate kiss to your lips, his hips already picking up speed. You'd moved to wrap your arms around his shoulders, but he'd moved up with a jolt and an inquisitive hum before you could, his eyes searching the bed as he continued to pound into you. His face lit up as he finally found what he was searching for, grabbing the discarded can of whipped cream and shaking it excitedly.

"You know, sweets, you didn't get to have any earlier. Open wide for me." His eyes were lidded, his tongue darting across his lips as he watched you open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

He sprayed a decent portion of the whipped cream onto your tongue, and before you had the time to retract your tongue his mouth was on yours. He moved his tongue sensually against yours, the two of you sharing the cream as he moaned into your mouth, breathless noises leaving your own. You were the one to break the kiss, a gasp leaving your lips as he began to fuck into you more roughly, his hips stuttering from the excitement coursing through him. He buried his face into your neck, making a broken moan as he told you he was close, and your legs reflexively circled his waist, pulling him in closer to you as you clung to each other. Pressing your lips back against his, your moans vibrating into his mouth, seemed to push him over the edge, and he came with a loud groan, his hips jerking clumsily as he filled you with his own cream. He caught his breath easily, resting on his palms to look down at you, adoration filling his eyes as he licked his lips once more, the taste of whipped cream and you filling his mouth.

"I think, my dear... we should buy some more of that." He said with a breathless laugh, nodding his head at the once more discarded can, and you could only laugh back at him, running your hands up his sweat glistened chest.

"Well, as a surprise... I actually bought two of those." The smirk gracing your lips had his eyes lighting up in surprise, and you had to use all your strength to prevent him from running to grab it, laughter filling the room as he insisted you keep going. Perhaps you should have kept it a secret for a little longer.

Chapter 7: Dry humping - Brian, GN

"What if someone walks in on us?" As hard as Brian tries to resist what's happening, he can't help but grind up into you, his voice strained as he tries to hold in his moans.

"You know everyone's supposed to be gone for several more hours, so just relax, honey." You soothe him with a smirk, grinding your hips back down into his, causing a moan to slip past his lips finally.

Your pants glide easily against his as you rock your hips down into his erection throbbing needily against you. His fingers are gripping onto your ass so tightly you're sure it'll leave prints, and his head is thrown back against the top of the sofa. It was humorous how he tried to resist, as it was Brian who had gotten so needy first, who had begged you to make him feel good and relieve him of his desperation. You were just speeding up the process by doing things downstairs on the couch instead of having to walk up all of those stairs to get to his room, just being efficient in taking care of the man currently moaning and trembling beneath you.

"F-fuck, please, please!" Brian cried out, trying to get you to grind more firmly into him, and how could you say no when he looked at you so desperately like that?

Grinding your pelvis against him in deep, long strokes, Brian begins whimpering underneath you, his eyes squinted shut, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he moves his hips upward to meet your movements. Brian liked to present himself as the protective carer in your relationship, and he definitely was, but the second he was underneath you he was helpless but to totally submit to you. He always got so needy for you, especially with how hard it could be to get alone time, and it would lead to stints like this, where the second the two of you were alone he would beg you over and over to make him cum after going so long without it.

"You look so cute like this." You can't help but praise him, and he whines pitifully at your compliment, so stimulated he can't even respond.

He bites down harder on his bottom lip, and you instinctively move your thumb to his lip, tugging it from between his teeth and pressing your digit into his mouth. He sucks on your thumb eagerly, finally opening his blissed-out eyes to gaze up at you longingly. Pulling your thumb from his lips, you replace it with your tongue, firmly pressing your lips against his and wrapping your tongue around his own in a way that has his hips jerking underneath yours. You can't help but moan into Brian's mouth, your hands tightly gripping the couch on either side of his head, applying more pressure as you continue to grind yourself against his clothed cock.

A creak resounds somewhere in the mansion and Brian jolts at the sound, making you bounce in his lap from how hard his movements were, and you can only chuckle at him as you continue to grind into him.

"You're sure?" He questions you desperately, his hands moving to pull your body against his as he wraps them around your back, and it gives you ample positioning to start sucking on his neck, making him groan in response.

"Yes, sweetheart, we're all alone." You soothe him, a giggle slipping out of you as you continue sucking hickeys into his neck, Brian burying his face into the crook of your neck as he just tries to remember to breathe, his cock throbbing forcefully against you as you continue your movements.

"Gonna cum soon." He warns you as he continues moaning against your skin, a hum coming from you in response.

"Go ahead honey, whenever you're ready." You whisper into his ear, making his body shiver in response, and you move him away from you far enough to let you press your lips back onto his, Brian's mouth moving eagerly against yours.

The combination of you threading your fingers into his hair and tugging lightly, moving your lips so passionately against his own, and grinding your hips down into him the way you are has Brian hopelessly moaning beneath you, and it only takes a couple more minutes of grinding before he's separating his lips from yours with a gasp. His head flies back, slamming into the couch as he digs his fingers into your body, his hips jerking roughly beneath you as his orgasm crashes over him. You have to soothe him and remind him to breathe as you remain stationary on top of him, calming him as you press kisses to his face, stroking your hands along the back of his head where he slammed it down. A warm, wet sensation seeping into your pants has you moving your hips back and looking down, spotting a growing wet spot forming on Brian's pants from where he came, and he makes a noise of embarrassment as he sees what you're looking at.

"I'm sorry about that..." Flustered, he can only look off to the side, and your hands cupping his cheeks has them flushing red as you turn his head to look at you.

"It's alright, honey, I'm glad I made you feel so good." You soothe him with a few kisses, some chuckles slipping out of you, and Brian can only collapse into your chest as exhaustion hits him, his body lethargic from such a strong release.

Chapter 8: Tentacles - Slender, GN

Notes:

Just a general statement that this chapter has pretty unrealistic sex, and includes up to triple penetration thanks to Slender's tendrils.

You really couldn't help it. Couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if Slender used those long, thick tendrils of his for something far more intimate than their usual uses. You'd found your eyes watching them for the last few weeks, watching as he used them to maneuver things and assist him in completing tasks, wondering how those tendrils would feel inside of you rather than carrying a hefty stack of books. Of course, Slender was no fool. With the lustfully curious expression on your face every time he used them, the thoughtfulness that would appear on your face any time you touched them, he knew what you wanted, and he had no qualms about giving it to you.

"Remember you can always ask me to stop if it becomes too much, darling." He seeks to reassure you but with your arms and legs restrained by his tendrils, your body lifted off of the bed and your most private areas on full display, it was hard to focus on that reassurance.

"I'm going to begin now." Was the last warning you got before another tendril looped its way around your thigh, the tip of it massaging its way inside of you, a mewl slipping out of you at the sensation.

It was new, so different from anything you'd felt before. It moved in a wiggling pattern, tugging in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace as he allowed you to adjust to it. He hovered over you, watching for any signs of displeasure, before increasing the speed at which he moved inside you. You could only gasp as it reached the deepest points inside of you, poking and massaging you in a way you weren't sure anything else could. The sensation felt so alien, so unusual and strange, and so incredibly addicting. Your hips bucked instinctively in the air as if seeking more, and he could only chuckle at you as he released your arms to free up more of his tendrils. He looped two around your chest, playing with your nipples, before wrapping another one around your other thigh, squeezing rhythmically.

"Fuck, Slender, it's so-" You couldn't finish your sentence, your brain failing to come up with a way to describe how you felt, but he chuckled knowingly, cupping your cheek as he moved further over you.

"I know, darling. You're taking it so well for me." He cooed at you, rubbing your cheek affectionately before using his thumb to part your mouth open, before slipping one of his tendrils inside your mouth. Your eyes shot wide open in shock, but the sensation of it massaging the inside of your mouth, barely slipping into your throat had you moaning around it, your eyes growing lidded as though hypnotized by the repetitive sensations he was using on you.

"Just give it a little bite if it becomes too much." He chuckles at your eager submission to his ministrations and begins slowly working the tendril massaging your thigh toward your entrance.

Slowly, it prods at your entrance where the other one continues to fill you up, and slipping in with a firm press, you can only cry out around the one stuffing your mouth at the tight feeling of having two of them inside of you. Two different tendrils, moving at different speeds, poking and massaging in different places, it was agonizingly delicious. While Slender had seemed mildly interested when you first proposed this to him, it was clear now that he was growing just as addicted to this as you were. You sucked eagerly at the appendage beginning to fill your throat, losing yourself the feeling of being completely filled by him. It was driving him crazy, watching you be so fucked out by them, and it made him want to ravage you, made him want to be inside you himself.

You could barely process the sound of his belt clanking to the floor, or the way he shifted your body for easier access, but you most certainly did process the feeling of you being spread even further open as he slid his cock in between the two tendrils eagerly thrusting in and out of you, a loud, animalistic groan leaving him at the feeling. He was already so close from sheer excitement alone at watching you enjoy him so much, but he simply couldn't resist plunging himself in and out of you, matching the pace of his tendrils as you continued to cry out. Slipping the one from your mouth free, you gasped loudly at the sudden intake of air before the lewd noises that were originally muffled by him began to flow out of you freely and easily.

"F-fuck, I'm so fucking full-" You gasped again at a particularly sharp thrust from Slender, your arms looping around his neck and pulling him down so you could latch your mouth onto his neck.

Your body clenched around him, desperate to cum, to cum with three parts of him inside your hole, and he moaned into your ear at the feeling, reaching an arm around you to hold you closer against him.

"That's it, keep taking me so well. Be a good little dove for me, won't you? Cum with me inside of you, I know you crave it so dearly. Just be good for me and let go." He coos into your ear and the sensations overwhelming you seem to snap inside of you immediately, your orgasm washing over you in a white, burning hot flash.

You couldn't feel anything at all for a moment, so overpowered by the pleasure, but as you came back down you could feel Slender finishing inside of you, his arms holding you tight as both his cock and tendrils halted inside of you. He rolled over onto his back, resting you on his chest as the two of you tried to catch your breaths. You could barely comprehend the praise he was giving you, a low groan spilling out of your throat at the immense feeling of emptiness you felt when he pulled out of you. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, the only thought filling your mind being that you desperately wanted to feel that again.

Chapter 9: Mirror sex - Offender, GN

Fen has always been a fan of mirrors, liking them as both a decoration piece (thanks to their often large size, considering his height at almost 8 feet) and as a quick way to make sure he still looks good wherever he is in his home. So, really, it shouldn't have surprised you when he put a few new mirrors in your bedroom, including the ones he had displayed, hanging above your shared bed. It was a grouping of large squares, secured tightly to the ceiling, and you always thought it looked nice, but now that you were staring at yourself in said mirrors you weren't sure how to feel.

"You look so gorgeous like this, my love. This is the beautiful sight I can't help but pay attention to when I touch you like this." He coos into your ear, his vision also trained on the mirrors above you where you can see his fingers moving in and out at you at a deep, slow pace that has you squirming.

It was a bit embarrassing, really, to watch yourself be fingered by your lover, but you couldn't deny the excitement it gave you. You felt your eyes become glued to the visual of his long fingers gliding in and out of you so easily, curling in to press into that sensitive spot inside of you each time, and he couldn't help but chuckle beside you, pressing tantalizing kisses to your throat.

"Here, you can do the same to me, darling." He shifted his body to be flat beside you as he continued to move his fingers in and out of you, and he used his free hand to place yours around his thick, throbbing erection.

A gasp left his lips as you grasped it just the way he likes it, and a low moan followed as you began to match his pace, stroking him at the same speed that was beginning to draw moans out of you as well. It was arousing, moving your eyes back and forth between your bodies as the two of you continued to touch one another, and you could feel yourself throbbing just as hard as he was. You didn't even have to turn to ask him for more, as the expression on your face reflecting back at him was enough before he was chuckling again and slipping his fingers out of you.

"Please, Fen, I'm so-" You couldn't find the words to explain your desperation, and he pressed his lips to yours in a languid kiss.

"I'll give you exactly what it is you crave, my dear," he lied on his back, tugging you onto him and resting your back against his chest, "but you're going to have to watch me do it. Can you do that for me?" He questioned you as you nodded eagerly in response. He pressed the head of his cock teasingly against your entrance and made a noise of disapproval. "Use your words, darling."

"Yes, yes, I can watch, I promise, so please just-" Your words were interrupted by a loud yell from your throat as he plunged his cock all the way inside of you, groans being pulled from both of your throats.

"That's it, keep being good for me." He praised you, his hips moving in slow rotations as he slowly worked his cock in and out of you to give you a proper warm-up.

It was so different, being fucked by him like this. Being able to feel his cock inside of you, while also being able to watch it move in and out of you. While you had agreed to watch just so he would finally fuck you, you were truly unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of his thick cock opening you up and disappearing inside of you over and over again. It felt lewd in a way that had your cheeks warming, and it finally registered in your mind why he liked watching you so much.

"So beautiful, taking me so well, putting on such a wonderful show." His velvety words of praise had you trembling as you watched him place his lips to your neck in the mirrors, leaving behind markings that you normally wouldn't be able to see in the moment.

It was all becoming so much for you so fast, and as you gazed up in the mirrors you finally got to see the expression Fen always says is one of his favorites, the expression when you're about to cum. He smirked against your skin as he noticed your look in the mirror, reaching between your legs to give you some more stimulus and push you over the edge as easily as he always could. It was the first time you looked away from the mirror that night, your eyes squeezing shut from the rush of your orgasm, your body clenching around his cock as it continued to piston in and out of you. However, watching you come undone on top of him like that was enough to push him over the edge, slamming his cock deep inside of you and filling you full of his load.

He held you closely as you both came down, rubbing soothing circles on your hips and pressing delicate kisses to your shoulders. Normally he'd be quick to jump up and start cleaning you both up, so it wasn't long before your eyes drifted back to the mirrors, searching his face for a reason why he was still holding you like this, and you got your answer in a smirk and a deep chuckle.

"Would you like to see my favorite sight, dearest?" You quirked your brows at his question and found your answer in him removing his cock from you, and angling up your hips so that you could both watch as his cum leaked out of you and onto his stomach.

He'd always talked about how arousing the sight was, and now, watching it happen right in front of you, his arms still tight around you, his mouth on your neck, his cock rehardening and twitching against your thigh, it made you want to see that same sight again.

Chapter 10: Phone sex - BEN, GN

"I miss you so much." His voice sighs through the phone, triggering a sigh of your own. Slender had sent BEN off on a mission somewhere quite far away, and the strain of not being able to see each other for the last few weeks was hitting both of you quite hard.

"I miss you too, honey. I miss having you next to me all the time." BEN can practically hear your pout through the phone, and it has a smile creeping onto his face as he chuckles at you.

"Once I get back you won't be able to get rid of me, you know? You won't be able to stop me. I can't wait to hug you again and cover you with kisses. I just wanna be able to feel your skin again." He hesitates, as though he wants to say more, and you wait for him to continue. "I miss... touching you. Your skin is just so soft, so nice to caress..." A low hum vibrates in the back of your throat, and BEN makes a high noise in response.

"BEN, would you maybe like to-"

"Yes." He cuts you off before you can finish your request, and it's your turn to chuckle at him and his eagerness. You can hear his belt coming undone, and some shuffling that must be his pants sliding off, and you're quick to remove your own clothes as well.

"I've thought about you so much lately." His voice is lower, a moan slipping out of him as he begins to pump his cock, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes. "What you feel like, the noises you make... the thought of being inside you." His breath hitches at the end, his hips jerking up.

"I've been thinking about you too." Your hand travels down your body with a sigh as you get comfortable in bed, a light moan leaving you as you begin to touch yourself the way he always does. "I miss having you inside of me too. You always make me feel so good." He moans in response to your words, his head tipping as far back as it can against his seat.

"I need you so bad, fuck, I need to be inside of you so badly, baby." He cries out, his hand gripping his cock a little tighter, his mind trying to imagine he's inside of you right now instead of having to fuck himself.

You make a noise of arousal in response, slipping another hand down your body. You press gently against your entrance, trying to envision it's his cock instead of your fingers and glide one inside of you, using your other hand to continue rubbing at your sex in the same familiar pattern he uses on you. It's not long before you're needily slipping a second finger inside of yourself, pumping them in and out in the same rhythm you're stroking yourself.

"You always drive me crazy, baby, you make me feel so good." He moans loudly into the phone, his head turned and his mouth right next to the speaker, amplifying the sound and causing you to moan back in response.

You want to respond to him, to tell him he makes you feel the same way, but all you can do when you open your mouth is let out more mewls for him, too caught up in the thought of him fucking into you. Your hole clenches around your fingers, and a high pitched whine leaves you that has him cursing and his hips jerking up into his hand again. A beg leaves your throat, a desperate cry for release, and he groans in response through the phone, desperate to catch his breath from how worked he's getting.

"Do you wanna- fuck, do you wanna cum for me?" He swallows thickly as he feels his own release approaching, and the desperate noise that immediately leaves your throat has him nearly choking.

"Please, wanna cum so bad for you." You can barely force the words from your throat, your hands quickening in speed as you imagine BEN sinking his cock into you over and over again, his desperate cries coming from above you instead of from the phone pressed against you.

"Please, cum for me, I need- I need you to, please-" He sobs out, always a gentleman that needs you to finish before him even through the phone, and it's enough to push you over the edge.

A loud cry rings out from your throat as your climax slams into you, and BEN follows soon after, spilling his cum onto his stomach with a groan as his body relaxes completely. The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, trying to ground yourselves and catch your breath. The silence is only broken by a few tired chuckles leaving BEN's throat.

"You're gonna kill me one day." He sighs as he cleans himself off, his body still so sensitive and stimulated.

"You're already dead." You respond back with a chuckle of your own, sluggishly moving to get yourself cleaned up as well.

"Then you'll double kill me." He responds as he stretches, a satisfied sigh leaving him as he curls in on himself. "I'm gonna do the same thing to you when I get back. Gonna fuck you so hard." He tiredly mumbles into the phone, and a smile blooms on his cheeks as you laugh at him.

"I'll look forward to it." Comes your final replay before you both wish each other goodnight, counting down the days until you can recreate tonight's events in person.

Chapter 11: Somnophilia - Helen, GN

Notes:

Helen speaks in French twice, so I'll include translations at the end <3

There was something about your sleeping form that was just so incredibly enticing to Helen. You looked so beautiful, undisturbed by the world around you, enjoying peaceful dreams, so innocent and unbothered. Some nights he would sit up, gazing at you affectionately as he watched your chest rise and fall in time with your breathing. Other nights, like tonight, he would find himself too aroused, too drawn in by the beauty of your sleeping figure, and he would need to do something about it.

This wasn't the first time he'd done this (only doing so with your expressed permission), and he was certain it wouldn't be his last. He was always so gentle, softly tugging your underwear off of your body and laying you gently onto your side before removing his own underwear. Even in your sleep, he'd do his best to make sure you were ready for him, squirting some lube onto his fingers before moving them around your entrance in slow circles, before plunging one in and out slowly, making sure he wouldn't end up hurting you when he finally went to fuck you.

His eyes focused on your face, enjoying the calm look you were giving him in your peaceful state of dreams. He sunk a second finger inside of you to join the first one, biting his lip to remain quiet as your body clenched around him. He was always so slow, so meticulous, in a way that would normally have you begging for him to speed up if you were awake. By the time he worked you enough to slip in a third finger, a noise left your throat, his movements halting, but you simply sighed out in your sleep, still lost in your dreams, and he let out a quiet breathy laugh at that.

"Are you dreaming about me?" He whispered breezily as a smile bloomed on his face, dragging his fingers in deep, languid strokes in and out of you. "If you aren't already, I hope you will soon." He teased you quietly, finally pulling his fingers out from inside of you.

"Bon appétit, mon amour." He whispered into your ear as he shifted, hiking one of your legs around his waist as he gently slipped his cock inside of you. He always found it cute how much you liked it when he'd speak French to you during sex, and the habit remains inside of him, even when you're asleep.

A quiet, controlled groan left his throat as he bottomed out inside of you, trying not to be too noisy and wake you too soon, if at all. He began to smoothly roll his hips at a leisured pace, just wanting to feel good inside of you, rather than prioritize getting off. It felt so intimate to him, being able to be connected to you like this, inside of you with you sleeping so comfortably in his arms. He pressed gentle, tender kisses to your forehead, his hips pumping in a consistent rhythm that had his breathing growing ragged.

"Tu m’excites tellement." He whispers into the top of your head, a moan finally slipping out of his mouth at the sensation of you clenching around him.

He finds it increasingly harder to remain quiet, soft noises slipping out of him as he cradles you to his chest, his cock still moving languidly inside of you. From how tightly you're clenching around him in the way you normally do when you're close to cumming, it has him going crazy. He continues quietly mumbling into the top of your head, incoherently switching between French and English as he tries desperately to convey to your sleeping form how good you make him feel. His cock begins to throb inside of you, and he knows it won't be long until he finishes, swearing quietly as he bites his lip once more to try and contain himself.

With his consistent pace, your body has finally reached its own peak, your hole tightening around him, having him choking as he hopelessly tries to hold in a loud groan, his hips stuttering from the pleasure. In a few more thrusts he finally reaches his climax, cumming deep inside of you as he clutches onto your body, a cry finally leaving his lips, waking you at last as he clings to you like a lifeline, once again mumbling into the top of your head. A groan leaves your throat at the soreness in your pelvis and the warm feeling deep inside of you, and you simply nuzzle into Helen with a chuckle.

"Did you have fun?" Your speech is slurred with sleep, and it makes him squeeze you tighter.

"Only because it's you." He finally answers you when he catches his breath, exhaustion creeping into his muscles as you both relax into the mattress.

You were the only one that could make him feel this way, his sleeping beauty.

Notes:

1. Have a good meal, my love.

2. You turn me on so much.

Chapter 12: Spanking - Night Terrors, GN

"You're sure you desire this?" His voice is uncertain as he questions you, his eyes roaming over your body with deep interest nonetheless. You're currently spread across his lap, your pelvis resting on his thighs and your ass shifting back and forth impatiently.

"Yes, please. I promise, I want this so bad." You beg him, looking at him with those sweet puppy eyes he could never seem to resist.

Spanking had been something you'd been wanting to try for quite a while, but Candy in his insistence to not harm you too much was hesitant to try it with you. Luckily, Terrors was not as resistant and readily volunteered to help you, always willing to indulge in your wants. However, now that you were finally nude and resting on his lap, Candy's concerns about causing you too much harm were beginning to rouse in his mind as well.

"If it hurts too much I'll let you know, I promise." You reach a hand back to give him a reassuring squeeze and he sighs, giving in and finally ready to indulge you.

"Very well then." He runs a hand soothingly up your leg, across your ass, and then back down the other, repeating this a few times and relaxing you, until...

He strikes you. All things considered in terms of his raw strength it wasn't that hard, but it has you letting out a startled sound, your body flinching as the spot where he hit you begins to burn. He looks at you in concern, searching your expression for any signs of wanting to stop, but instead, he's met with a look of pure lust. Your hips shift teasingly on his lap again as you sigh needily, and he snorts at you as he readies himself again. The next slap doesn't surprise you as much, despite it being more painful than the last, and it draws a moan out of you that has Terrors chewing his lip as he continues to strike you. He alternates between spanking and gently caressing the area, your cheeks warm against his palm and growing puffy from the repetitive abuse, but neither of you care to stop. As you continue to moan in his lap, thoroughly enjoying yourself, you find yourself letting out a groan as you shift once more and feel something quite firm pressing into your pelvis. While he had started off hesitant, Terrors was now rock hard beneath you, his breathing growing ragged as he groped and squeezed at your butt.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." Your words are breathless as you gaze at him with hooded eyes, and a look of domination flashes across his face as he lifts you off his lap, setting you on your knees beside him.

"I sincerely am, my dear, and I think it's time I do something about that." When he rouses behind you a wet patch on his pants catches your eyes, where you've dripped fluid onto him in all of your excitement, and it causes you to bite your lip.

Terrors was meticulous and patient in his movements despite the clear need thrumming through him. Undoing his belt and removing his pants slowly, even taking the time to fold them along with his shirt as he set them aside. He couldn't help but chuckle at your whines of complaint, your hips moving back and forth in the air as he continued to tease you by taking his time.

"Such an insatiable little pet, aren't you?" His voice was cocky as he situated himself behind you, pumping his dick with one hand and slipping his fingers into you with the other to stretch you out.

You couldn't find the words to respond, too focused on the fact that he was finally touching you again, grinding your hips back into him and begging for him to finally fuck you, Terrors quick to oblige you on that. He hoisted your hips, lining up his cock and plunging into you all at once from behind, moans leaving both of you at the sudden sensation. Moving his hips in a rough rhythm right from the start, you could only clench at the sheets below you to try and ground yourself. Once you finally had your breathing fully under control from his rough treatment, a strangled cry was torn from your throat as his hand once again made contact with your ass. The way you clenched around him had him hissing, a chuckle following it as he smacked you again.

"Such a naughty little thing, getting so much excitement from being struck." His hips continued to piston into you as he occasionally alternated between striking each of your cheeks, the only things coming out of you in response being moans and desperate cries.

The pain resonating through you was incredibly intense, but it was also indescribably addictive, and you didn't want it to stop, but from the way you were milking his cock amidst all of your pleasure, Terrors wasn't going to last much longer. Focusing on making you both finish, Terrors reached around you to help you reach your own peak, rubbing you in the exact way you needed to yell out beneath him in pleasure, your body squeezing him as your orgasm suddenly crashed through you. Your pleasure triggered his own release, Terrors burying his cock deep inside of you, placing one final extremely rough smack to your ass, causing you to scream out from the force, your hole clenching so tightly around him he couldn't help but curse in response. He propped himself up on his hands as you flattened beneath him, spent and thoroughly exhausted from the excitement, as he tried to catch his own breath.

"Are you alright?" He asked you in a voice that was jarringly soft considering his previous actions, cupping your cheek and making you look up at him.

"Y-yes, that was... incredible." Comes your tired reply, your face nuzzling into his palm as he bends down to press gentle kisses to you.

He left your side only to grab a soothing balm, applying it liberally to your burning skin, massaging with a tenderness he seemed to lack while inflicting the few welts now dotting your behind.

"This will not occur again until you've fully healed." He warns you, and you merely smile in response, reaching out for him to finally rest with you.

"Whatever you say, Terrors." You yawn as you curl into him, thoroughly pleased with how well the night went.

Well, at least, until you find out just how difficult it's going to be for you to sit for a little while, a demon's strength leaving a very lasting mark on human bodies.

Chapter 13: A/B/O - Jeff, AFAB

His hold on your hips was firm, your body squirming against him as you heaved, your hands trying to grab at him in any way you could. His eyes raced over your body, pupils dilated as the Alpha voice in the back of his mind goaded him on, told him to ravage you and leave nothing left, but he'd never been that kind of Alpha to you and he wasn't going to start now.

"Please, Jeff, please, I need it! I'm ready for you, so just fuck me already!" You begged him, your skin slick from sweat as your body burned from the heat taking over you.

"I don't care if you're in heat, I'm going to warm you up as much as I feel I need to." Comes his firm response, and you can only whine in response, submitting to him as you should.

If he was being honest, he knew you didn't need prep. Your cunt was dripping with slickness before he'd even arrived at your house, and it was throbbing greedily around the fingers he had buried deep inside of you. He knew you didn't need it, and yet he couldn't help but want to be sure, the fear lingering in the back of his mind that he could harm you with his strength. Omegas could be so fragile, so delicate, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he hurt you. You opened your mouth once more to beg him, and he cut you off by forcefully pressing his thumb to your clit, rotating in smooth circles that had you crying out instead, your body shaking as your second orgasm since he'd arrived shot through you. There was something addicting about it to him, to the sight of your blissed-out face and your sopping wet hole clenching around him so greedily. So blissed out that you didn't notice him discarding his clothes and settling himself between your legs.

"I'll give you what you need, so stop crying about it." His tone came out harsh as he bent over to nip at your ear, but you knew he was saying it out of his hatred of seeing you upset. He wrapped your legs around his waist, your body caging him in needily as you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, desperate to feel as much of him as you could.

You needed no warning as he plunged his cock deep inside of you, your walls sucking him in with so much ease it nearly caught him off guard, chuckling against your mouth as he ran his tongue along your lips before plunging it past them. He'd always been so strong, even for an Alpha, and it showed in the sheer force he used as he plowed into you, the bed beneath you slamming into the wall in a way that was sure to leave marks you'd make him fix once your heat was over. Your fingers dug into his long hair, pulling and yanking as you drowned in the immense pleasure he was finally giving you.

"I'd say it's incredible how impatient your heat makes you, but I suppose you're usually this cranky when I don't give you what you want, aren't you?" He taunts you as he presses kisses toward your neck, and you go to retort, to tell him off for talking to you like that, but you lose the words once his lips find your bond mark.

He licks at it in a way that has you moaning, his teeth nipping at the mark he'd left on you during your first heat with him. Once he began sucking on it any and all complaints truly left your mind, your Omega senses telling you to simply submit, to allow him to do as he wished, and with how good his cock was making you feel as he pistoned in and out of you, you didn't have it in you to argue about that.

"Please, Jeff, fuck! Bite me, please, I want it so bad!" You cried out as you arched your body into his chest, his constant sucking on the mark driving you insane, and the smirk you could feel against your skin told you that was exactly what he was aiming for.

"Whatever you want, sweets." Is all the warning you get before he plunges his teeth into your skin, reinforcing his claim on you through the mark, clouding your mind with so much pleasure you almost couldn't feel your third orgasm shooting through you. A scream tore from your throat as he continued biting down, groaning loudly against your throat as your walls clamped down around him, his movements nearly halting.

He growled against you, removing his teeth to lick at the blood that flowed out of you, his hands moving down to forcefully hold your hips as he hammered into you once more. You drove him just as crazy as he did you, all of his control slipping as he felt his knot swelling at the base of his cock, the growing knot catching on your entrance as he fucked you as if his life depended on it. You could feel it, your mind racing as you looked up at him desperately, your hands reaching out to grab at his shoulders.

"You want me to knot you?" His voice deepened as his hooded eyes gazed at you, his tongue darting out to swipe his lips in a way that made you want to feel them against your own once more.

"Y-yes, please, god, fucking-" A gasp tore through you as he rammed into you with a particularly deep stroke, your nails digging into his skin. "Just fucking give it to me already!" You cried out once more, head thrown back, eyes barely able to stay open. He laughed tauntingly at the sight of you and leaned down to press your bodies together.

"As you wish." He growled against you, thrusting into you a few more times before reaching his own climax, his knot locking him inside of you as it inflated to its full size, the stretch so intense it had you scratching at his back in streaks that would remain for quite a while.

He heaved above you, his legs giving out as he settled for just laying on top of you. He wouldn't be able to leave until his knot went down anyway, so he relaxed, rolling to the side and pulling you on top of him. You could finally think clearly for the first time since he'd been here, your heat temporarily satisfied now that your Alpha had finally fully claimed you. You felt yourself resting peacefully, grateful for his presence as he comfortingly rubbed your back, at least, until you remembered earlier.

"You are such a dick! You're way more impatient than I am!" You yelled as you shot up to look at him, a wince shooting through both of you as you tugged on where you were joined, but you didn't care. He could only laugh at you, his hands moving to trace up and down your torso.

"Whatever you say, honey. It's alright, you don't have to point fingers just because I struck a nerve." Your mouth flew open at his words, and he couldn't help but cackle as you continued to argue with him, a pout eventually forming on your face as your words did little to phase him. Eventually, he rolled over once more, pinning you beneath him in a way that had a startled noise slipping out of you.

"You can say I'm the impatient one all you want," he nipped at your ear once more, his voice lowering to the level that always had your body trembling. "but we both know once my knot goes back down you're going to be begging and crying for it all over again, aren't you, sweetheart?" A frustrated sigh left you that had him laughing once more because as much as you wanted to prove him wrong, you knew he was right. Bastard.

Chapter 14: Intercrural sex - EJ, GN

His breathing was soft against the back of your neck as he curled against you, arms firm around you as a sigh flowed out of him. This late at night he'd normally be wide awake and going about his day underneath the moonlight, but instead, he chose to snuggle up to you while you rested. It could be lonely for him sometimes, on the nights when you choose sleep instead of staying awake past your means to spend time with him, so it often leads to him choosing to have a night of relaxation by your side instead of doing anything else. He usually tries not to disturb you or wake you, but lady luck was not on his side tonight as you began to stir in his grasp, a noise of complaint leaving you as you stretched lazily, a yawn following after it.

"I'm not keeping you from something, am I?" Drowsiness dotted your words as you tilted your head back to look at him, and a hum left him in response as he pressed kisses to your temple. His arms circled underneath your chest as he pulled you firmly back against him, burying his face into your neck, and inhaling your scent with a satisfied sigh.

"Of course not. If anything, other things keep me from you." His voice vibrated against you as he pressed his lips to your throat, first soft and sweet, evolving into greedier and more passionate presses as he traversed your skin. Jack sought to draw something out of you, anything really, and when he finally drew a moan from your mouth his lips quirked up against you.

"What's got you so riled up all of a sudden, Jack?" Your question was answered with a nip from his sharp teeth that had you moaning again, followed by a warm heat throbbing against your lower back in a way that had your head tilting back even more, granting him more access.

"You always make me feel this riled up." Voice breathy against you, hands drifting down your body to find purchase on your hips, gripping tightly as he shifted his body down to grind into your ass for some form of relief. "You always make me want you so bad, honey." His voice was unfairly deep as he groaned into your ear, his breath ghosting across it in a way that had you trembling against him. "Please, I just feel so desperate right now, can I- fuck, can I use your thighs?"

It was unusual for Jack to be the one that was so pent up and desperate, and with the needy little noises slipping out of his throat you couldn't blame him for wanting release as fast as possible. Your hand reached behind you to stroke calmingly at the back of his head, and it had him shuddering against you as a curse fell out of him, his nails digging instinctually into your skin.

"Of course you can, I'm always here for you." Your words soothed him, and he was quick to release you for only a moment as he reached over you for the bottle of lube resting on the bedside table. Jack was clumsy in his movements as he shoved both of your pants down, not wanting to make a mess of them, and even clumsier as he quickly shot a thick amount of lube onto his fingers.

A loud gasp flew out of him as the cold lube made contact with his cock, followed by a despairing moan as he pumped it up and down his shaft. You lifted your thigh readily for him, a hiss leaving you as the coldness of the lube touched your own skin, before he pushed your thigh back down to clamp around him, a pleased purr leaving him just at the feeling of being between them. He started off slow, rolling his hips gently against you as he tested the smoothness, before amping up his speed as he glided easily in and out of your thighs. You were quick to clamp your thighs down around him in the way you knew drove him wild, his teeth latching into your shoulder as he tried to ground himself, moans freely vibrating from his throat.

"God, you're the best! I love you so much!" Slurred words from his bite on your shoulder had you chuckling as you returned his affections, your body bouncing against him as he hammered his hips against your body, eagerly seeking his release. You felt yourself growing drowsy once more despite his forcefulness until your eyes went wide as one of his hands moved around you to rub you in time with his movements.

"Fuck, Jack..." Your head dipped back once more as a moan ripped from your throat at the quickness of his fingers against your sex, your body shaking from the stimulation of his cock pistoning against you and his hand seeking to bring you a release of your own.

"'S not fair if I'm the only one." His mouth sucked eagerly against you, leaving marks across any area he could reach as he tried his best to make you feel as good as you were making him feel. The excitement from how desperate he was for you, and how desperate he was in turn making you for him had your head growing dizzy as you surrendered to his movements.

"You're too sweet, you know that...?" Breathless and unable to ground yourself, it was hard to stop the cries easily draining out of you, although they only served to spur Jack on, the sounds you'd make always making him crave you even more. He could feel himself drawing closer and closer to cumming, and he began to whine against your shoulder. "It's okay, I'm almost there too." You reassured him, and he sighed as he began to lose himself to his body's instincts.

It wasn't long before you could feel yourself growing closer and closer to your peak, so close to the edge. As you throbbed against his fingers, Jack's teeth sunk once more into your neck, causing you to reach your climax with a cry as he continued to work you through it with a groan. His hips stuttered in his excitement at your orgasm, and he found his own peak, a whimper escaping him as he continued to sloppily thrust between your thighs, his cum spilling and coating your thighs and the sheets in front of you as he collapsed behind you. You were both thoroughly spent, but ever the sweetheart that he is, Jack dragged his sluggish body away from you despite craving your warmth. He forced himself to his closet, returning with a towel and a clean sheet.

He set to work at wiping you off, cleaning any evidence of what the two of you had done away, before lifting you from the bed and peeling off the soiled sheets, replacing them with the fresh ones before picking you up once more and placing you back into bed. He flopped back onto the bed beside you, with a content sigh, curling up once more beside you as you chuckled at his commitment to being a dependable partner for you. It may be the middle of the day for him as the rest of the world slept, but that wouldn't stop him from taking a nice, long nap with you once more in his arms.

"Goodnight, honey." His voice sounded distant as he relaxed against you, your body rotating in his arms so you could snuggle up into his chest. You were sure you said the same thing in response, but the drowsiness clouding your brain made you unsure as sleep overtook you.

Chapter 15: Webcam - Jason, GN

You weren't sure how the idea had wormed its way into Jason's brain, especially with his general inexperience with technology as a whole. Jason loved showing you off and flaunting you as his, that wasn't a secret to anyone, and the more he could brag about having someone wonderful like you as his partner, the more he would. Somehow, one night post-sex, he had randomly proposed the idea of fucking you on a webcam site. You were apprehensive at first, of course, but he promised your faces would never be visible, nor would either of you blatantly identify yourselves. You agreed to attempt it once and see if either of you enjoyed it, and you both certainly did, to the extent that it was now a regular occurrence.

"Do you feel ready, my love?" His voice whispered into your ear, quiet enough to not be heard over your moans from his fingers massaging in and out of you. Your response was to nod your head, your eyes finding his, lust clouding your gazes as he pressed your knees to your chest.

The chat taking up the side of your laptop screen began flowing much faster at the sight of your hole now completely visible on the screen, and it had Jason letting out a trembling sigh as he watched all of the messages coming in. He reveled in it, reveled in other people feeling jealous and excited by something only he truly gets to experience. Only he could truly feel the softness of your skin, the warmth of your body, the quickening of your breaths as he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, the delicious way your walls squeezed him as he effortlessly pushed his way inside of you. Only he could feel the pleasure of your body, and this was his favorite way of flaunting that.

"You feel so good, Jason." You mouthed the words instead of speaking them, and he smirked as he leaned down to press sensual kisses across your lips, savoring the noises he was drawing from your throat. While the two of you promised not to speak out loud, it didn't stop you from moaning out at the shared pleasure between the two of you.

The chat continued to scroll by as Jason began thrusting in and out of you, Jason's eyes flicking between yours and the screen as deep moans began to pour out of him from his excitement. It shouldn't have been surprising that he was an exhibitionist, but even now as he fucked you once again like this he found himself shocked at how incredibly aroused it made him. The feeling of flaunting you to others, and the thrill of the possibility that your identities could be found out, it was almost too much for him, his sensitivity heightened from the sensations of it all. His hips continued to smoothly thrust in and out of you, his eyes squinting shut as he moved his hands to massage your chest, trying not to lose himself too early, trying to put on a good show for your numerous viewers, many of them repeats that have become very familiar with your many streams.

He was drawn back in by you whispering his name, your finger pointing at the screen currently displaying an alert accompanied by a donation, a message asking for a better angle of Jason moving in and out of you. His body trembled as his tongue swiped across his lips, and he gazed into your eyes, seeking permission to move you, and the hasty nods from you had him swallowing in excitement. He shielded your body as he moved you, laying you flat on your back, covering your upper body with his as he put you into a mating press, making sure your sex was visible as he continued to fuck in and out of you. While you would normally do as you pleased, simply wanting to enjoy yourselves, it had become somewhat lucrative to indulge in any donations you received, as indulging in one would always lead to others.

"Love you so much." Your voice was quiet as you tugged him down by his shoulders, slotting your lips against his as you lost yourself in the pleasure he was drowning you in. He groaned into your mouth, arching your hips even more as he fucked into you desperately, chasing both of your ends as he began to thrust into the particular spot that always made you see stars. Your cries increased in volume, and it had him moaning along with you, so excited to be doing this to you, so excited that you enjoy it just as much as he does.

Your walls began to clamp down around him, your mouth breaking from his to let out a loud gasp, your hips jerking as you could feel yourself growing closer and closer. Jason was so invested in making you cum that he had forgotten about the stream, at least until a familiar ping quietly rang out, Jason's head snapping around to see another donation, his hips stuttering once more as he read what it said; 'Cum inside.' Jason let out a loud groan, and from the way you were once again clenching around him, you clearly had a good guess at what made him so excited. His eyes went back to yours, and he refocused his efforts on doing anything he could to make you cum before him, your moans increasing in pitch as you bit down on your lip to stifle yourself. With the final push of his hands and lips caressing you in all of the right spots, you climaxed with a loud cry, Jason's thrusts temporarily slowing from how tightly you clamped down on him.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck- Gonna cum inside you, alright, darling?" It was hard for him to keep his words quiet, your hands moving to cup his face as you once again nodded up at him. Your mouth met his once for as he felt himself tipping over the edge, plunging his cock deep inside of you as his body spasmed strongly from the pleasure overtaking him.

He leaned over you, trying to catch his breath as he pressed kisses to your face, quietly asking you if you were alright, if you enjoyed that as much as he did. He could have collapsed on top of you right there, but he had one final job to do, pulling his cock out of you with a groan, immediately missing your warmth. The stream was met with the sight of his cum dripping out of you, proving to the donator that he had done as he was asked. The chat blew up once more, filled with praise and excitement, but Jason paid it no mind as he ended the stream, collapsing beside you and pulling you to his chest. There were times when he questioned whether or not it was ever a good idea to start doing this, but right now, with you contently snuggling into his arms with your pleasure spent body, he couldn't find the space in his mind to care.

Chapter 16: Thigh riding - Liu, AFAB

"It's alright, you don't have to be so shy, sweetheart." Liu's voice is soothing as he massages your hips gently, leaning forward to press kisses trailing from your cheeks to your neck. Your hands clutch at his shirt, your head leaning against his shoulder as you sigh. Feeling needy tonight you'd sought out your loving boyfriend, but it seemed he felt like teasing you tonight rather than eagerly offering to get you off as he normally would. No, instead, he'd pulled you onto one of his thighs and suggested that you use him yourself, and now you sat here, your naked form balanced on that same thigh, your hips shifting as he lifted his thigh against you to apply more pressure.

"It makes me feel put on the spot when you stare at me like that." Your eventual response came, as he most certainly had been staring. His eyes roaming up and down your body in a predatory manner as you sat perched upon him. He chuckled in response, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as his eyes grew hooded.

"How could I not stare when I have such a delicious looking beauty perched upon my lap?" His words were whispered against your ear, your walls clenching at the familiar tone, your cunt beginning to drip against his clothed thigh the longer you pressed yourself against it. "I just want to see you use me for pleasure in a new way, cutie. You can do that for me, can't you?" His tone darkened as he chuckled deeply into your ear, your body trembling as you nodded against him.

With an inhale to steel yourself, you began to grind yourself against his leg. His thigh felt toned and strong underneath you, his muscles gained from countless hours of training flexing underneath you as he continued to press himself against you. "See? You're being so good for me already." His words rang out as you continued to hump against his thigh, your fingers digging into his shirt. Your movements were clumsy at first, your rhythm out of tune as you tried to get used to the new motions, but soon you found yourself setting a steady pace as you moved your hips in circular motions on top of him. You could feel yourself growing wetter as his pants dragged against your clit every time you moved against him, his leg growing slick underneath you, the sensation drawing low groans out of Liu's throat.

"You're so beautiful like this, sitting on top of me, using my body for your own pleasure. I love watching you use me like this." His tone was growing needier as you continued to grind against him, little noises slipping out of your throat as you grew more desperate to try and find your end. He moaned alongside you every time, as Liu's greatest pleasure has always been watching you use him however you needed him, his curiosity for finding new ways to enjoy this familiar view pushing him to make you do this today. His cock was hard and straining against his pants as he watched you lose yourself to pleasure above him, but he refrained from trying to pleasure himself. It drove him crazy, the arousal flooding his mind, begging him to get some sort of release, and he loved denying it, loved staving himself of something he was so easily giving to you instead.

Your movements became much faster, the closer you came to working yourself up to an orgasm, the more erratic your breathing became as noises continued to tumble out of you. You'd somehow nearly forgotten Liu was below you before he felt kind enough to remind you, leaning forward to take one of your nipples into his mouth, tweaking the other with his fingers. Your head tipped back as a choked noise wretched its way out of you from the sudden sensation, and it had him teasingly chuckling against you once more. "You're just so cute!" He whined against you with slurred speech, his tongue tracing against your hardened nipple as he gazed up at you with lovestruck vision, his free hand pressing into your back to force you further against him. "The way you react to everything is always so adorable." His voice grew higher as he felt himself drowning in the pleasure he was giving you, your hips stuttering as you moved your fingers to bury into his hair instead of his shirt.

Your skin was growing slick from the effort you were putting in, though not as slick as his leg below you, his pants thoroughly soaked in the path you'd been taking. Liu's hands traveled your body, disorienting you as you tried to focus on your movements against his thigh, drawing your attention away as he caressed and squeezed and pinched his way all over your body, a smirk resting on his lips as they kissed and sucked their way over your body in a similarly dizzying pattern. "You wanna cum, don't you, cutie?" His tongue swiped up the side of your neck in a way that had you trembling, and your only response was another strangled noise ripping its way out of you. You didn't understand it, didn't understand how he could get you so worked up in the simplest of ways, while he was only ghosting touches across you. You suffocated in him, your senses filled only with Liu, with his smell, his touch, his hot breath against you as he similarly filled all of his senses with your body above him.

"Liu, I'm so close! Need you to keep touching me-" You gasped as he immediately surrendered to your words, his thumb finding your clit and working it in circles at the same speed you moved your hips against him. Your breathing grew shallow as you struggled to remind yourself to breathe, your nails digging into his scalp in a way that had him cursing, but he ceased all teasing, devoting every single machination to getting you to fall apart above him. Much to Liu's pleasure, fall apart you did, a cry resembling a scream tearing out of you as you finally reached your climax, your body shaking as your hips clumsily slammed down into him, his thumb never stopping its rotations as he worked you through it.

"That's it, that's my good little cutie." Liu's lips soothingly massaged into you, his hands rubbing your back affectionately as you tried to calm down, your body slouched against him as your heart pounded violently in your chest. "Do you feel better now?" His voice was lighter now, back to its teasing nature as he smiled against you, a sigh of frustration leaving you as you gently punched his chest.

"Yes, I do. I worked hard for that." You answered him with another punch, your hips sore from their repetitive movements, your body sluggish and tired as the pleasure coursed through you, eyes fluttering shut as you leaned against him. He continued to hold you, one hand running down your back, the other playing with your hair as you felt yourself spacing out. Once more, Liu snapped you back to attention with his touches, his thumb pressing firmly into your clit in a way that had you crying out from overstimulation. "Liu, that's still sensitive, why are you-" Your words were cut off as you pulled back to look at him. A nervous swallow passed down your throat as you stared into his eyes, dark and filled with need as a smirk painted his lips once more.

"Aww, did you think we were done? No, no I think we can have much more fun than just this, cutie. I haven't gotten my fill of those sweet noises and cute faces of yours yet." His cock throbbed against your leg as he pressed you against him, your mind growing lightheaded as he began to work your clit again, your body trembling as you whimpered into his neck. "Just keep being good for me and let me handle everything this time, 'kay?" You felt yourself resigning to your fate as you slouched into his body, giving up all fight. He wouldn't be letting you go anytime soon, and as he pressed his thigh into you once more, you couldn't find it in you to complain about that.

Chapter 17: Cock warming - Zalgo, GN

"You asked for this, dearest." Humor tones his voice as he continues working on the paperwork covering his desk, his free hand resting on your hip as you shift in his lap. A groan leaves you in response as you bury your face into his chest, your core aching and throbbing as his cock rests deep inside of you. It was normal for you not to get to see Zalgo much, what with running the Underworld and all the work it entails, and that led to you developing quite a lot of neediness for him, emotionally as well as physically. When you'd poked your head into his office earlier today, you just wanted a chance at being in his presence for a little bit, but you hadn't been expecting him to be as pent up and desperate as you were.

He'd coaxed you in, seating you in his lap and talking with you for a few moments, touches straying in places that led to excitement, to hands that wandered further and further. As much as he was a doting lover, he was also a businessman, and that meant that multitasking was something that came easily to him. Not wanting to ignore you or his work, he'd given you a simple command that you'd followed immediately. "Remove your clothes and bend over the desk." His tone was quite casual considering the circumstances, but you'd obeyed without question, just as you always did. He always kept a portion of his desk free from paperwork, a portion of his desk used specifically for this, for you bending over it and bearing yourself to him, just as he always kept an extra bottle of lube in the bottom drawer of his dresser for times like this. Your hands had gripped the opposite end of the desk for stability, your eyes trained forward as you waited in anticipation for what was to come, and he never kept you waiting. You'd heard the lid of the lube pop open and shut, and the next thing you'd felt was his finger moving teasing circles around your entrance, before plunging itself deep inside of you in a slow, drawn out movement.

It never ceased to amaze you how he was able to so diligently continue signing and reading documents while pumping his fingers in and out of you in a rhythm that had you growing dizzy against the polished hardwood of his desk. You'd always imagined him working undisturbed, but it was only Zalgo that knew how much his eyes strayed from their duties, how they focused on your body greedily sucking him in, how they roamed across your blissed out form as he continued to work you closer and closer to orgasm with just his fingers. "Are you able to finish for me?" His voice had jolted you back to attention, your hips jerking back into his hand as he continued to pleasure you, an affirmative croaking out of you from your throat, raspy from the noises continuously coming out of you. He'd kept working you like that, watching and waiting as you grew closer and closer to your peak, smirking to himself with lust hooded eyes as he watched you come undone on his desk.

"It's alright, little one. Catch your breath." He'd halted his work to comfort you, to pull you into his lap and coddle you, to help you drink some water and relax once more. His touches and lips were soothing as they wandered your skin, and you felt the love you'd been missing so much seep into you as you greedily accepted all of his love. You'd felt content to just lay there for a few hours, perhaps nap in his lap, but that wasn't where you found yourself now. No, you were still in his lap, but with his cock deep inside of you and flexing with a need for release, a need to fill you up as it always did.

"Are you sure this is productive for your work?" Your question was rhetorical; that man could work through a tornado if he needed to, he could most definitely also work through this. He needed not to answer you, but the chuckle bubbling up from his chest that vibrated against you had you looking up at his face, a smile taunting you as his eyes moved to squint down at you.

"Do you doubt my ability as a king to care for both my kingdom and my beloved at the same time? I'm wounded." His eyes traced over your form, much smaller than him in his lap, filled to the brim with his cock, just as you should be, before returning back to his paperwork. "We both know I can handle this," his hand groped at your hip once more, "but if you doubt me so, you are always free to leave." His words had you gripping onto him, pressing against his chest once more in your silent refusal to even consider the idea. "That's what I thought." Voice taunting you once more as he pressed his hand firmly to your back, rubbing up and down in comforting strokes as his dick continued to throb needily inside of you.

You tried to get some sort of relief, moving your hips in small circles around him, the sensation dragging a groan out of you as you surrendered to your desire, laughter once again booming from Zalgo at your clear desperation. "It's only been 30 minutes, my love. Normally you can put up with twice that before you begin growing truly needy for me. Shall I relieve you of your need once more?" His teasing words had your eyes narrowing as you glared up at him, but that only elicited more laughter from him, a cooing noise vibrating against your body once more as he braced you against him. "I think you can put up with a little more, don't you? After all, I wouldn't want the fun to end so early." Zalgo intentionally flexed his cock several times inside of you, moans wretching from your body from the extreme need overtaking you.

"Please- I don't know how much more I can handle." Tears were blooming at the edges of your eyes, and it had him halting his work once more. It was so juxtaposed, the softness of his hands caressing your face so gently, and the rough stretching sensation of his erection throbbing so forcefully inside of you. He hummed in thought as he appraised your face, tears streaking your cheeks, your mouth quirked down brows and eyes scrunched up in desperation. It brought a smile to his face, seeing you so incredibly desperate for the relief only he could provide you. "Such an insatiable little dove, I've spoiled you too much, taken all your self-control from you. My poor little one, I suppose I'll just have to give you what you need." You found yourself once more placed upon his desk, on the spot reserved just for you.

One hand gripping your hip, the other placed firmly beside his head, you couldn't help but cry out from the force of his thrusts as he hammered into you. You clawed desperately at his clothes and skin to try and ground yourself, both of you so close to your ends and lost in the pleasure it was bringing you from the last half hour of the two of you getting so worked up, bodies clenching and throbbing in need. It was loud, his hips slamming into the desk, the moans reverberating from both of you in his office, you'd be surprised if someone didn't hear you, although his employees had learned to keep their distance from his office when you were inside of it for that exact reason. Zalgo was swearing above you, his eyes squinting from pleasure as he kept them trained on your euphoria-filled face. It didn't take much for you to climax once more, your body so sensitive from your orgasm earlier and then the following minutes spent stuffed with his cock, and the way your body squeezed him had Zalgo groaning as he approached his own release. He slammed himself deep inside of you once more, filling you with his cum as he leaned on his supporting hand, trying not to drop on top of you, his body shaking from the pure ecstasy overflowing inside of him.

His lips found your skin once more as he checked in on you, whispering words of comfort and praise as you both came down from your highs together. He brought you with him as he sat back in his chair, his clothing ruffled and body flushed from your actions. You leaned against him once more, exhaustion creeping into your mind. You made a motion to move off of him, to leave him in peace to finish his work, but his hands prevented your motions as he hummed, eyes locked onto you. "I didn't say we were finished, did I? I merely said I would give you some relief, not that I would allow you to escape. You should know better than that." He sat upright once more, scooting closer to his desk, his cock still rock hard inside of you. It was incredible, how quickly he could recover, how easily he picked up his pen and continued his work. "Just relax, darling. Who knows when I'll get to spend so much time with you again, so I'm going to take advantage of the situation, and keep you here for as long as I please, right where you belong." His unspoken words were obvious, and they echoed inside your mind as you collapsed against him. Sitting upon his lap, with him stuffed deep inside of you.

Chapter 18: Paint play - Helen, AFAB

"Could you at least try to be still for once?" His words are harsh, but you can tell from his tone there's an amused smile on his face. He's sitting perched on your butt, your naked body exposed to him, surrounded by various paints and brushes.

"I'm trying my best, but the paint just feels really cold." You retort back, huffing as you lay flat once more, your head turned to the side so you can peer up at him as he works. He'd told you there was a new project he wanted to start, one that would need your help, and always eager to assist in his art, you'd readily agreed. What you didn't originally know was that you were, in fact, the art project.

"If you sit still and let me paint you'll get used to it." You huff once more at his words but don't complain. Helen's face shifts into its concentrated expression, his eyes mapping your body to find the best places to paint, and what colors would look best where. He picks up his 2-inch brush once more, slathering it in a hefty amount of white paint, and he begins to drag it along your back in slow, precise movements and shapes, dancing around the previous colors he's used.

You do your best to remain still for him, instead choosing to focus on his face while he works. His brows always quirk up when he's focused, his eyes narrowing and his mouth set into a tight line, something you always found cute. The cutest part to you, however, were the head movements. The way his head would shift back and forth, tilting to and fro as he would analyze his pieces to decide where he should place things next, and that was no exception as he analyzed your body underneath him. "Your skin is so smooth, so beautiful." He compliments you eventually, his fingers ghosting along the blank areas of your back and arms, the touch causing you to tremble once more. You don't think to respond, as you know he's only half listening anyway, too caught up in his paints, but when you hum in appreciation he squeezes you affectionately. Your eyes watch as he picks up a fan brush, coating it in a blue hue he insists will look fantastic against you, and curls it along your skin, painting you as though you're his greatest masterpiece.

Despite your best efforts to remain still, however, the repetitive movements of the varying brushes and their different textures, the thick feeling of the paint, and the way Helen is touching and caressing you have you getting more and more worked up, your cunt beginning to grow wetter as you keep your legs squeezed together. You just hope that Helen doesn't notice or realize that, with his eyes so intensely trained on you. If only you'd known he was sitting on you in such a way that he was hiding his hardened cock from pressing against you. It's only a few more short minutes after that when Helen finally releases the breath he'd been holding, sighing in relief as he looks down at the scene painted upon your back. He orders you not to move so he can take pictures, and while you do so you can't help but feel a little sad that it's all over so soon. "Here, what do you think?" He shows you his phone, and you can't help but gasp at the painting currently resting on your back, a flock of birds soaring over a wooded mountain being presented before you.

"Oh, Helen, that's beautiful! You're incredible!" You praise him in excitement, just as you always do, and a hidden smile flashes as he drinks in your praise, claiming it was thanks to your help. After taking a few more photos, he begins putting away his paints, and you move to stand and leave, but he prevents you from doing so, pushing you back onto the cloth you were just lying on.

"I didn't say I was done with you." His voice is teasing, his body circling around you as he brings out replacement supplies; new paints, clean brushes, and an empty palette. Your eyes absentmindedly drift over the paints, before widening as you read the labels, 'Body safe edible paints'. You swallow, watching as Helen gently grabs your shoulders, rolling you over so you're on your back, smearing the beautiful painting he worked so hard on all over the sheet below you. "This is where the real fun of the project begins." He chuckles, taking a seat above your pelvis, looking down at you with a predatory gaze as he grabs a brush and pops open a tube of paint.

You go to question him, but instead release a soft moan as he drags a brush down the center of your breast, circling your already hardened nipple with it. He repeats the same process on your other nipple, before picking a different color and dragging it down both sides of your neck. It brings back your shivering, but he doesn't remark for you to hold still now, no, he watches with amusement as your movements spread the paint in unpredictable directions. Setting aside his brush for a moment, he looks appraisingly down at your torso, admiring the paint clumsily splattered across it, accompanied by the needy lust in your eyes. With that, he chuckles, bending down and tugging one of your nipples into his mouth, licking at it and sucking like a man starved, your hips shifting underneath him.

"Hmmm... Strawberry." His voice mumbled around your body, his eyes flicking to yours as he darts his tongue out to trace around your nipple. A moan slips out of you, and he smirks, licking and sucking down your body, to just above your sex. "You can't blame me for wanting a little snack after all that hard work. After all, you weren't the only one getting aroused by the experience." You inwardly groan, flustered by the fact that he knows you so well he could very obviously tell how turned on you were, but it's soon replaced by an outward gasp as he presses his erection against you. Helen once again picks up a brush, coating it in paint once more, before painting it over your cunt, tracing your clit with it, dragging it down the sides of your labia. His vision grows dark as he licks his lips in anticipation, thanking you for the meal before leaning in and slurping in a way that sounds far too lewd and has you moaning far too loud.

He slips two of his fingers inside of you with no resistance, your sex already soaked from how turned on and sensitive he had you, and he groans against you as he licks up the combination of your fluids and the flavored paint smeared all over you. Your fingers fist into his hair, your back arching as he overwhelms you with his tongue, his fingers sliding easily in and out of you in pace with his licks. It doesn't take much to get you so close to pushing over the edge, and he revels in it, moaning in excitement at how easy it is for him to get you worked up. He finds himself palming at his cock through his pants, his erection throbbing painfully as he delights in the pleasure he's causing you. He's tempted to pull it out, to either stroke himself or plunge it inside of you, but he chooses instead to double his efforts as he eats you out.

The extra attention has you moaning at an increasing volume, the noises tumbling out of you making Helen feel drunk on your euphoria. You force yourself to speak, to tell him you're almost there, and he smirks against your clit. "That's it, be good for me, go ahead and cum, cum all over my tongue." He goads you on, licking eagerly at your core as you mewl beneath him. With a few more licks, you find yourself doing exactly that, climaxing with a cry as your head slams back against the table, your hands keeping him forcefully against you as he greedily slurps up all of your fluids. When you finally release him he sits up with a chuckle, your eyes flicking toward him as your chest heaves. A whimper leaves you once more as he slips his fingers into his mouth, sucking off all of your cum that decorates them.

His hands move to run up and down your body, smearing any leftover paint as he leans forward to kiss you. His tongue presses insistently into your mouth, and the taste of the paint mixed with your cunt floods your senses, your hands tangling into his hair, as you arch your body into his. He playfully nips at your lips before pulling away, moving to press kisses along your jaw as he works his way to your ear, smirking against it as he whispers for you, the sensation of his breath making you shiver.

"Merci pour ce délicieux repas."

Chapter 19: Body worship - Tim, GN

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Tim's voice is gruff, whiskers from his 5 o'clock shadow tickling your face as he peppers you in kisses, giggles sounding out from you as you squirm from the combined sensations.

"Yeah, at least once or twice." Your words are teasing, as Tim reminds you on a daily basis how attractive you are to him, but he tuts at you regardless, pressing his forehead against yours so he can be eye to eye with you.

"I'm not sure if I have. You're just so gorgeous, I don't think I've ever been able to find the proper words to truly express how deeply beautiful I find you to be." Heat floods your cheeks as he gazes at you, the look in his eyes utterly serious, filled with nothing but absolute reverence for you. Tim shifts you so you're lying underneath him, and he begins pressing gentle, praising kisses along your face and to your throat. Soft noises fill the air at his familiar path, his path to the spots that make you feel the best.

"This face of yours, so incredibly stunning, so wonderful, and filled with joy. I could stare at your face for hours, my dear, and never grow tired of it." An embarrassed noise leaves you, and he chuckles softly against your skin as he continues to suck at your neck. "Or this delicate, alluring neck of yours that constantly calls out for me to mark it. God, sometimes I just can't resist it." Marks begin to form in the path he makes down your neck, dark and purple, deep enough to last a couple of days, his tongue gliding over them as he goes. His hands work up your sides, sliding under your shirt and pulling it over your head, leaving your torso bare for him to revere, his eyes roaming over it in admiration.

"I've also always loved your chest. Your chest that houses your beating heart that I'm so grateful to know," his ear rests above your heart, strongly thumping against your ribcage from his words and ministrations. "Your chest with these charming nipples." He smirked against your skin, a hand reaching up to begin tweaking one of your nipples, his mouth closing around the other one as he hummed against you. He never lingered long enough for you to get used to the sensations, separating from your chest to begin kissing down your abdomen. "I could also never forget your wonderfully soft stomach, so plush, always so eager to eat any of the freshly cooked food I offer it." A laugh burst out at him as you swatted his shoulder for that one, but you knew he meant it as a compliment, with the dashing smile lighting up his face as gazed at you in adoration. Almost nothing made Tim happier than your eagerness to eat the food he'd worked so hard every day to make for you from scratch.

"God, and these incredible thighs of yours." He rose from his position over you, using an arm to pull off your remaining clothing and lift your legs up so he could press kisses down both of your thighs, giving them equal attention. Tim drew moans out of you once more, sucking marks into your thighs, increasing them in number the closer he got to your hips. "I don't have to remind you how much I love getting lost between these." His voice was muffled as he lowered himself once more, squeezing his face between your thighs as he kissed and sucked at them. "We've also got this fine ass of yours, so irresistible to me." You could hear his smirk as he slid his hands down your thighs and underneath you to squeeze and grab at your ass, lifting your hips to give him better access. When he had you relaxing, eyes closing from his affections, he leaned forward to take you by surprise, licking a thick stripe up your sex, catching you off guard.

"Tim!" Shouting out in surprise, your head jerking up from its relaxed position, he'd laughed at you once more, a boyish grin resting on his lips. "What? I just wanted to lavish my favorite spot with the attention it deserves." He lowered your hips back down, continuing to lick at your body where he knew it made you feel the best, and unable to hold back any further, moans continued to ring out of you, filling up his room, causing Tim to groan into you. "Do you know why this is my favorite spot?" He questioned you, and you blinked at him in thought, caught off guard by his question.

"No, I suppose I don't. Why is it your favorite spot?" Your head tilted to the side, and Tim cooed at you in response, smiling at how cute you were.

"It's my favorite spot for a few different reasons. Well, it's bewitchingly attractive," another long lick. "Only yours looks just like this, only yours can tempt me so," a firmly placed slurp that had your eyes squinting shut. "I just can't get enough of your taste either," he paused in his reasons for a few moments to truly indulge in your hot, throbbing sex beneath his tongue. "But really, the biggest reason that this spot is my favorite, is because it's the one that makes you feel the best." Sucking you into his mouth, Tim groaned loudly as he continued to pleasure you, your fingers running through his hair as he licked and sucked at you in the ways he knew would drive you the craziest. Cries continued to erupt from you, your hips shaking as he massaged soothing circles into them, your chest heaving as you tried to control your breathing.

"Fuck, Tim, I'm getting close." Tim's eyes snapped to your face at your words, a moan vibrating against you from deep in his throat, and he nodded his head against you for permission, urging you to cum from his mouth. With a few more insistent sucks of his lips, Tim had you falling apart, your orgasm rocking through you as you gripped his hair to hold him in place, your fingers only loosening once the intense waves of the pleasure he gave you subsided.

"Shit, I love it when you do that." He purred against you, licking off the remaining evidence of your climax before crawling up your body to press soothing kisses to you. "It's so fucking heavenly when you cum from my tongue." His voice was soft as he pulled you into his chest, softly rubbing your back as drowsiness took over you. Tim would always insist he could never verbally express how beautiful you were, but especially after moments like this, you'd really beg to differ.

Chapter 20: Office sex/blow job - Slender, GN

"Just what do you think you're doing?" His voice is sharp, but he doesn't stop your actions as you slide into his lap, looping your arms around his neck. The small giggle that leaves your throat, mixed with the mischievous smile on your face has him growing even further suspicious of you, but still, he makes no move to stop you.

"I just wanted to come to pay you a visit. You're always so busy with work, so I thought I'd peek into your office to say hi, maybe... have a little bit of fun while I'm at it." He sighs at your response, having expected what was to come, and he shakes his head at you as he rests his hands on your hips.

"It's working hours, and you stop by with indecent intentions in mind? Have I truly made you so irresponsible?" You laugh once more, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you hug him closer. It was true that gradually over time Slender had gotten more and more lenient with what was acceptable in terms of sex in the workplace, but never before had you been so bold to walk right into his office while the others were home to ask to do something with him. Slender didn't know how to feel, as it was incredibly irresponsible of you, but just as well, he couldn't deny the temptation lingering in the back of his mind at the thought of indulging your ideas.

"I'm not asking for the full deal, Slender..." Your fingers looped underneath his tie, fidgeting with it as a small smirk crept onto your lips. "I just wanted to stop by and help you relax a little bit, maybe just, you know." You slid your hands down his torso, sliding your hips off his lap and onto the floor in front of him. "Give you a blow job to take off some of the stress from the day." Your hands creep up his legs, resting on his growing erection behind his pants, a satisfied hum leaving you as he shakes his head at you once more.

"And if someone walks in on us?" His head tilted to the side, and you hummed at him once more. As enticing as having your lips wrapped around his cock sounded right about now, Slender wasn't one to tempt fate. You, however, quite obviously were, and the growing smile on your face reinforced that idea in his mind.

"I can be discreet." Your words are low and alluring, and the way you flutter your lashes at him as you continue to massage his throbbing cock has him hissing out, his resistance crumbling by the second. He remains still for a moment, and you begin to get the creeping feeling that perhaps you had gone too far, that you should apologize and give him his space. However, right when you open your mouth to do so, his hands replace yours on his pants, his belt and fly coming undone, one of his hands reaching in to pull out his shaft for you to view, to see how worked up you've made him.

"If someone finds out what you're doing to me, your punishment will be severe." His tone is serious, and you know he fully means it, but you can't hold back your excitement, your tongue running across your lips as he scoots closer to you, hiding you under his desk as he resumes his work. "And this will not become a regular occurrence." He warns you as he firmly grips the back of your head with his hand, using his other to resume his work.

"Yes, sir." Your voice rings out in pure joy, your hands resuming their wandering path back up his legs. One of them tightly grips the bottom of his cock, and the other presses against one of his thighs for stability. You begin by teasingly dragging your tongue up his cock, licking insistently at the veins along the bottom of it, before swirling your tongue around its already leaking head. Slender hisses once more at the sensation, pushing your head forward to get you to stop teasing him, to get you to blow him already, and you give him what he wants with ease.

Sucking the head of his dick into your mouth, you moan around it, licking up the leaking precum and pressing your tongue into his frenulum for added effort, he groans loudly as his thighs clench in reaction. Smiling around his cock, you begin to slowly work your way down, bobbing easily as you enjoy the feeling of him inside your mouth. Slender quiets down, not wanting someone to hear, and you pay that no mind, eagerly picking up your pace, moving your hand on his shaft up and down in rhythm with your bobs. He might not be making any noises, but the way his hand tightens its grip on your hair, and the way his legs tremble from your ministrations are plenty of evidence that he's enjoying himself. Looking up from your spot under his desk you can see his chest beginning to heave, his breathing getting more erratic. It had been a while since the two of you had time to do anything together, and that's what you were aiming for with your targetted visit today, to catch him while he was pent up.

Losing yourself to your pace, growing distracted from your surroundings, moans vibrating his cock as you continued to suck him greedily, you found yourself caught off guard when Slender suddenly plunged your head onto his cock, shushing you despite the loud gag that left your mouth. You were going to push yourself off and lecture him for the sudden movement, but you found yourself freezing as the door to his office crept open.

"Hey, boss. I just wanted to bring you these files." You can't tell who it is from the sound of your heart beating so loudly in your ears, but you can tell it's one of the proxies.

"Yes, of course, thank you. Please, just leave them on my desk." Slender's voice is quite balanced, considering the situation occurring under his desk, but you find yourself just trying to focus on quietly breathing, your throat clenching around the cock buried deep inside of it. His cock is currently twitching, as though he's excited by the fact that the two of you had been walked in on.

"See you later, boss." Comes the final thing you hear before the door closes once more, and Slender releases his hold on you so you can gasp for air, his cock twitching in front of you.

"Wow, good job, dear. You really can be discreet." His voice is teasing as he leans back to peer down at you, and your narrowed eyes draw a chuckle out at him. "I'd reward you for your hard work, but you still have a job to do." He maneuvers your head back to his cock, and you nod, sucking him back into your mouth as you bob your head and stroke him with renewed vigor, your nails on your free hand digging into his thigh as you give it your all.

Slender curses above you, his hand on the back of your head shaking as you lick and suck at all of the spots you know are most sensitive on his cock. He finds it harder and harder to hold back, his chest heaving, quiet moans leaving him as he grips onto your hair as though his life depends on it. In a last-ditch effort, you plunge your head all the way down his cock once more and shift your hand to press firmly into his balls, and a loud groan rewards you as he spills his seed inside of you, his cock twitching desperately against the tightness of your throat. He holds you there until his orgasm subsides, before releasing you so you can catch your breath once more.

"A job well done, indeed." He breathlessly praises you, comfortingly running his fingers along your head as he slouches back in his seat. He slides his softening cock back into his pants and redoes his fly and belt, reaching out to pull you back up so you can sit in his lap again. "Always so good for me... After a wonderful job like that, I'll most certainly be repaying the favor later, my dear." His voice is dark and teasing, and you can't stop the bubbling excitement working its way up from inside you as you curl into him, waiting eagerly for him to finish his work so you can claim your reward.

Chapter 21: Biting - Toby, GN

Notes:

This one is DARK folks. Anyone not used to my yandere writings on my blog, I tend to write yandere Toby as a very dark, twisted guy with a deep love for biting and hurting you, and that is showcased here.

CW for; dub-con into possible consent, biting, blood, depictions of gore, cannibalism as a very direct metaphor for love, I guess cannibalism as love???, Toby being insane, Reader losing themselves to his insanity, Stockholm syndrome.

If anyone else feels I should label this with anything else please comment so below. It really really is just Toby essentially biting and eating the reader while he dubiously has sex with them with depictions of some grosser bites at the end. I had a very visceral reaction in one scene of this and I had to tone it down because I made myself uncomfortable. Reader does but doesn't mind it as much though <3

There's also slight hidden song references in this.

"It wo-wouldn't be so bad if y-you stopped resisting." His tone did little to calm your anxious squirming, his hips holding your own down, hands restraining yours above your head. The blood that coated his lips wasn't his own, and the soreness in your shoulder pressed the tears blooming in your eyes to trail free. You knew from past experience that regardless of how hard you struggled or resisted, even if you'd fully submit to him, the pain would still sting with the same intensity, and he'd provoke you however he could to get a reaction out of you. You opened your mouth to respond, and his eyes narrowed in warning for you not to speak.

"Just let me h-have some f-fun." A twisted smile blooming on his cheeks had you trembling once more as he pulled a switchblade out of his back pocket, flipped it open, and pressed it jarringly softly into your abdomen, slicing cleanly through your clothing but leaving your skin free of blood. No, Toby wouldn't cut you with it, he'd much rather draw the blood out of your skin himself. He licked his lips, your blood smearing across them, as he watched your clothes peel off your skin, and he switched both of your wrists into one of his larger hands so he could remove your clothes, leaving you bare beneath him as his eyes devoured you.

It was one of the few times he still looked soft and loving, when his hooded eyes roamed your figure, his hand softly tracing and caressing with a gentleness you were rarely given. It was moments like this where you could almost believe he still loved you, that he was still your sweet, caring Toby that you'd fallen in love with, but the blood shining on his teeth as he smiled at you was quick to squash that thought. Hand trailing back up your body to rest at your throat, squeezing firmly as he looked over your face, your eyes widening in fear, tears staining your cheeks, the giggle leaving his throat far too happy.

"S-so cute!" He cooed at you, leaning down to press kisses to your cheeks, his tongue slipping out to lick up the remaining drops of tears on your skin, leaving a watery red trail as it went. His licks turned to kisses once more as he pressed them fervently to your lips, giving you a taste of the iron of your blood, before pausing with an irritated sigh as he backed up from you. "Don't m-move them." He glared at you as he painfully squeezed your wrists, and you nodded quickly, wanting the pain to cease. He finally released you, but you obeyed, out of fear more than anything else, and with his extra hand he was quick to begin working his pants off, his mouth once more on yours, impatient moans leaving him as his body twitched above you. You had little time to react as his hands touched you once more, hoisting your legs up and revealing the vulnerable area between your thighs, his grip intentionally squeezing into the areas he'd bruised violently earlier that evening. He separated from your lips once more to appraise the area, a smile far too wide appearing on his face as he began to pump his cock, lining himself up at your entrance without any preparation.

"Toby, wait, please, you haven't-" Your words were halted by a cry tearing from your throat as he pushed inside of you anyway, a deep groan leaving his throat as the warmth of your body enveloped him. He narrowed his eyes at you once more, his hand grabbing yours, bringing it to his lips as he pressed delicate kisses to your wrists. Your heart was thudding in your chest, a whine already leaving your throat as you could feel what was coming. "W-what makes y-you think you d-deserve preparation?" It was chilling, how cold and cruel his voice could be, but before you could respond tears were leaking from your eyes once more as he teasingly nipped at your wrist, before plunging his teeth into the soft skin of it.

Your head tipped back with a scream and it caused him to moan in response, his cock throbbing inside of you as he began to move in and out of you in slow thrusts, his teeth pressing firmer and firmer into your wrist until he could taste your blood on his tongue once more. It was the same process, every single time he wanted to fuck you, every time he wanted to pleasure himself without a care in the world for if you wanted this or not. His tongue lapped eagerly at your bleeding wrist as he fucked into you, moans slipping out of him as easily as tears and cries were slipping out of you. You wanted to hurt him, to make him experience the same pain he'd make you experience every day, but the fear of what would happen if you tried, keeping your right arm held above your head as he continued to hold your left, the throbbing in your broken ankles a reminder not to cross him.

You tried your best to focus on the pleasure, to focus on his cock moving in and out of you instead of on his teeth trailing further up your arm, a trail of red smearing across your skin in a way he always described as divinely bewitching. Your cries alternating between moans from the sensation of his cock dragging along your walls to sobs from a particularly painful bite had Toby losing himself above you, his hips stuttering as he'd lose focus of his thrusting and slip above you. By the time he'd made it back to your throat your arm was beginning to go numb from the pain lacing through it, his mouth once again smeared with blood as he hovered above you, panting heavily as he rutted into you as if his life depended on it. His eyes roamed over your body, looking for purchase, looking for the next place he wanted to destroy with his teeth, and as they always did, his eyes landed on his favorite area of your body. He descended to press passionate kisses to your jaw, trailing them down your neck and licking and sucking, lavishing you with attention as your moans increased in volume. Despite his rough treatment, you could feel yourself drawing closer and closer to your end as he hammered into the spot that would always make your vision go white. You finally broke the rule of not moving your hands to wrap them around his back, gripping onto him for stability in a way that made him think you were enjoying this far more than you were.

"T-that's i-it! Keep enjoying y-yourself!" The excitement in his voice had chills running down your spine, but you couldn't argue back, preferring to surrender yourself to the pleasure fogging up your mind and making you forget who you were and where you were, making you forget who the monster doing this to you was. Your mind buzzed, your vision blurring from the mix of euphoria and blood loss, spacing out and dissociating as you surrendered your body to the man who lived solely to defile it. It was so beautiful, your spacey expression, the blood mixing across your skin, his head was reeling, doing his best to show you just how much he loved you. Causing all of this blood to spill out of you, licking it up and drowning in it, it made him feel so high, so positively intoxicated, presenting his love to you in the deep red color coating your skin. He was so giddy, so filled with absolute joy at the thought that maybe you were finally starting to love him again, that you'd no longer found him so unusual, that you were accepting that this was your life now, embracing it and treasuring it just as he did. Oh, it made him so happy! He felt as if he could explode from euphoria as his pace increased, animalistic grunts and groans roaring out of him as he did his best to try and make you feel as good as he did.

He couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy, maybe not since the first time he'd done this to you. That fateful day all those years ago when he'd lured you here on the false promise of it being an adventurous date, only to lock you up in here forever, right where you belonged. To pin you down and bloody your body, to force himself on you in a way he'd been longing to for far too long, it had been the most exciting day of his life, defiling your body and showing you how much he loved you, the way he loved you. You were the only person whose blood he'd tasted, and it goes to show how much he loved you, that tasing your blood was in fact how he loved you. Drawing blood, your life force, out of you and indulging in it as if it were the finest meal in the entire world, what better way was there to express his unending devotion to you? He recentered himself from memory lane by licking your blood off of his teeth, his eyes rolling back into his head as he trembled above you. There was no better feeling than doing this, and knowing you were finally enjoying it as much as he did was driving him unquestionably insane.

You didn't know how much time had passed since you zoned out, floating above your body in the space between pleasure and unconsciousness, but you'd soon find yourself pulled back down to earth. As your orgasm slammed into you, you'd felt yourself screaming at the top of your lungs, not from pleasure, but from Toby sinking his teeth all the way into the side of your neck, squishing your flesh and causing blood to soak the bed beneath you as his impulses took over him, giddy laughter and moans vibrating from deep inside of him as he gorged himself on your blood and skin. You clawed and screamed and begged, but he wouldn't let go of you, not when he met his own climax right alongside you, not when he coughed and choked on the blood filling up his mouth, not when he slipped his tongue inside of your neck, slid it through the gaping holes his top and bottom teeth had left inside of you and had you crying out from pain and discomfort. It was revolting, it was disgusting, it was violating, it was quite possibly the worst thing he's ever made you feel, and yet it had been the very thing to trigger your orgasm and have you falling apart underneath him. Your cries shifted from pain to revulsion at your body for enjoying such a thing, and an incredibly dark thought focused in your mind, the realization that over the last few years, he'd been conditioning you, conditioning your body to accept this, to associate it with pleasure. His cock throbbed inside of you, throbbed like your arm, throbbed like your neck, and it felt good. You felt euphoric in a way you'd never felt before, and as he curled up beside you, as he pressed his lips to yours, as your blood coated the inside of your mouth as his tongue caressed yours, a horribly intrusive and repulsive thought you'd been promising yourself you'd never have filled your mind as you lost yourself to the darkness of blood loss. Were you falling in love with him again, in love with this monster, this horribly sick man? And, even worse...

Were you finally starting to enjoy it?

Chapter 22: Threesome - LJ/Jason, GN

It was hard not to feel small pressed between them, LJ at your back, and Jason at your front. Jack was busy with kissing and sucking at your neck, his hands reaching around to fondle your chest. Jason was occupying himself by taking your breath away, his lips fervently pressed against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, while his hands supported your weight by holding you up by your bottom, greedily squeezing at your pliant flesh. It was hard to remember how you got into this situation, pinned between them against the wall of your bedroom, but you couldn't find it in you to complain and question when they were so busy playing you like an instrument, hitting all of the right chords.

Your hearing was muffled as you lost yourself to the sensations, and you weren't sure who it was that said to take off your clothes, but you were pretty sure it was Jason actively doing it, your feet once more hitting the floor as your clothes began to be slid off of your body. You were only snapped back to cognition when Jack hoisted you quickly into his arms, before depositing you onto your bed with such force that your mattress bounced you up and down. Your eyes eagerly flicked between them, both of them working at shedding their own clothing, revealing pale skin and lithe bodies, built with muscle from all their days spent training. It's Jack who crawls into your bed first, once more situating himself behind you as he presses you against his chest, the coolness of his bare chest causing you to shiver.

"You can be good for us, can't you, Darling?" Jason's thickly lashed eyes are lidded as he blinks at you dreamily, situating himself between your legs. His hands creep up your thighs and cause your breath to hitch as he crawls forward, his own breath ghosting over your skin and hitting your sex. You can only nod your head as you swallow, Jack chuckling deeply behind you, his lips meeting your ear, a shiver once more racing through you.

"You're always so good for us, Doll, you know that, don't you?" His voice is dark and hushed as he whispers it into your ear, and a small whine is the only response he gets as Jason's mouth makes contact with your sex, licking and sucking in such a way that your head immediately dips back against LJ's shoulder, baring your neck for him. His lips once more find purchase on the skin of it, his hands worming around your body to tweak at your nipples as Jason begins to find a solid rhythm with his mouth. Jason's hands smooth their way under your body, once more grasping at your cheeks as he pulls you closer to him, squeezing and massaging your flesh in a way that draws steady sounds out of you.

"That's it, just relax, Sweetheart. You're doing such a good job." Jack praises you, dragging his long tongue across your neck. You find yourself heavily stimulated by the work both of them are giving you, and it's not until Jason slips one of his hands forward and up, sliding them into your hole to begin stretching you out that you let out a loud cry, your hands reflexively grasping onto Jason's long hair, drawing a moan out of him in response. You find it hard to verbalize responses, as Jack begins to bite and suck at the skin on your nape, and Jason continues to slip more fingers into you to prepare you, your hands pulling at his hair in a way that's making him more insistent. Your first orgasm comes as a surprise, the stimulation so strong you didn't feel it approaching until you were clenching down on Jason's fingers, a scream tearing out of your throat as Jack's sharp teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder.

"So good for us, cumming so easily." Jason praises you, licking up your fluids as he rouses to his knees. They allow you to catch your breath, kissing and caressing all over your body to help you calm down. A part of you begins to wonder if that was it, at least until they're both flipping you over. Jason gets a firm grasp on your hips, setting you on your knees, your arms landing on Jack's thighs, your eyes greeted by the sight of his throbbing erection as Jason pulls you down the bed, closer to him.

"Are you ready, my Dear?" Jason's voice is melodic as he leans over you, pressing gentle kisses where Jack pressed rougher ones, and it's not until you verbalize your consent that he begins to press his own throbbing cock against your entrance. Jack runs his fingers through your hair, his other hand going under your chin to lift it so he can look at your face, so he can watch your expression as Jason slides his cock steadily inside of you.

While Jason moans at the sensation of you clamping down around him, Jack moans at the sight of your reactions, his cock twitching up and nearly bumping against your face. It doesn't take long for you to get the message, your hands moving up just as Jason's had, one gripping the base of his cock, the other stabilizing you on his upper thigh. You grip him tightly, working your hand up and down his shaft at the same pace Jason pumps in and out of you, groans from both of them echoing around you.

Jason gives you a particularly rough thrust, pressing your body forward, and you take the chance to slip Jack's cock into your mouth, sucking and licking at the head in a way that has him hissing above you, his hands now finding purchase in your hair just as yours had in Jason's. You swallow thickly before sliding him further into your mouth, as far down as you can go, a grateful moan vibrating from his chest as he helps you bounce your head up and down his length. You appreciate the effort, your mind already losing concentration as you focus on the sweet, thick drag of Jason's dick inside of you, your brain putting all of its effort into sucking at Jack and pumping your hand steadily along whatever your mouth can't reach. Jack can't help but curse as Jason draws more moans out of you, sending vibrations down the length of his cock as you eagerly work him toward release. Slipping one of his hands to your face to stroke affectionately at your cheek while he slides you up and down, Jack praises you heavily, your body trembling from the encouragement as you try your best to keep up.

You can feel them both getting closer and closer, with how Jason is desperately digging his nails into you, his body leaning over you as he intensely sucks at your neck, Jack's hand sliding back to your head, his fingers firmly gripping into the back of it, both of their cocks throbbing inside of you. You feel your body getting closer and closer to giving out at your combined effort to drown in the pleasure Jason shows you, and focus on the pleasure you're showing Jack. You were hardly listening to either of them once more, only picking up traces of, 'Fuck, I'm close' and, 'Yeah, me too', unsure of what moans belonged to who, even unable to hear the noises crawling out of your own throat and being muffled by the shaft filling up your mouth. You can tell they're praising you, dirty words slipping out of both of their mouths as one tries to best the other in compliments for you. It doesn't take long after that for Jason to finally reach his peak, his hips slamming into yours as he buries himself to the hilt, pumping you full of his cum, and the low moan it draws out of you finally pushes Jack over the edge as well, his hands forcing himself deep into your throat as he empties himself inside of you, only pulling you off of him when you start to choke.

You collapse on top of him, and Jason follows suit, laying on top of you as the three of you struggle to catch your breaths. You spend several moments like that, curled up together. Jack slips out from under you, moving to grab a nearby towel as he cleans you up first, and then Jason as well. He slips back into bed beside you, pulling both of you into his arms as you struggle not to slip into the unconscious. Just when you think you might be able to sleep peacefully, a voice pulls you out of your postcoital reverie.

"So, who won?" Jason asks you tiredly, nuzzling into the back of your neck. You blink slowly, trying to register his words in your mind.

"...What?" Is all you can manage to say, looking up at Jack as he stares back at you questioningly. He cackles at your own perplexed expression, the force of it shaking you against his chest.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten, Sweets? That we were competing to see which one of us could be more erotic." Your mouth forms an oh shape as he answers you, your mind finally remembering that was how you ended up here. The two of them had been bickering over who could be the more erotic partner, and you happened to walk in at the same moment, accepting to be their judge after some (quite sensual) encouragement.

"Uh, well..." They both watch you intently as your brain tries to process the events of the last hour, trying to come up with a victor. A yawn you couldn't stop slipped past your lips, and you shook your head at them, snuggling back up to Jack's chest. "I'll decide later." You said resolutely, curling up to sleep, and both of them could only laugh, residing themselves to a nice, postcoital nap as well.

They would get that answer out of you, though. Even if they had to fuck you all over again to get it.