Forsaken smut fics (taking reqs!!)

by kittykolya

Summary:

I am taking requests 2 write freaksaken shit

Notes:

Hi!! I am very new to AO3, but I am not new to writing. My work has stayed between me, my significant other, and the people who've commissioned my work, but I have now decided I would like to share my work to the world. I would like for any requests to go under here, ones posted beneath other chapters will likely be ignored, sorry 3
I'm currently hyperfixated on Forsaken as of writing this, but I am VERY multifandom, so it is likely that in the future I will open requests for other fandoms.

Chapter 1: requests

Hi!! I am very new to AO3, but I am not new to writing. My work has stayed between me, my significant other, and the people who've commissioned my work, but I have now decided I would like to share my work to the world. I would like for any requests to go under here, ones posted beneath other chapters will likely be ignored, sorry 3
I'm currently hyperfixated on Forsaken as of writing this, but I am VERY multifandom, so it is likely that in the future I will open requests for other fandoms.

I will upload some chapters after this one of work I have recently written for myself or for my lover, and you can go ahead and read those and then come back. If you like my writing style, please leave requests as they are very very welcome! :D (I know my writing style on this chapter isn't very mature but that's because I can't be too bothered to care.)

 

I WILL NOT do:
Any sort of incest or pedophillia.
Piss, scat.
Zoophillia.
Anything that revolves around removing limbs/skin.

I WILL do: (as "extreme" as I go, basically.)
Toxic/abusive behavior.
Age gaps between adults/size difference.
Knifeplay.
Cnc.

I WILL ABSOLUTELY do: (semi-yap list)
Trans head-cannons!! Hell yeah.
WLW and MLM (and straight I guess/j)
Polyamory.
X readers with 3 or less characters.
Characters with unique features like horns and tails. (Fun to write :3)
Reader comfort (Though, this is a smut book, it'll be a little bit mild)

Ships I particularly like, but I will accept others:

Double-fedora (Mafioso x Chance)
Azuretime (Azure x Two Time)
Pizzaburger (Elliot x 007n7)
Anyone x reader (Number one yume supporter here)

Chapter 2: It's a Crime - Doublefedora

Summary:

First Ao3 chapter I've posted yaaay. I'm not very happy with how this turned out, but maybe someone else will. Requests are open if you would like to see more from me! (Editing this and i just realized like a fat chunk of the plot got accidentally deleted somehow while I was pasting it from the notes file (crying emoji) I'll fix it later trust!!)

Notes:

Chance is ftm, by the way! In this one, I use he/they, but in others I lean more toward they/them. Btw I uploaded this directly how I wrote it in the notes app, so sorry if the layout is fucked.

Mafioso always tended to be too busy for any sort of romantic endeavors. Anyone who seeked him out tended to not be of his interest, as they were always women. Although it made him feel special, he is openly not interested in women. Therefore, he often feels alone. He is a virgin, but not because he can’t attract anyone. In contrast, he can’t find anyone he’s truly attracted to who isn’t only into him for some sort of rush. 

Well, that was until he met chance. Although he couldn’t bring himself to talk to them, he often thought about them. Chance came from a rich background, owned a casino, the works.. And Chance’s attitude always endeared Mafioso from afar. The way he behaved like he had nothing to lose, and the way that he was so damn pretty. Unlike others who possessed such wealth, his heart wasn’t rotten with greed. 

Which was why Mafioso eventually came to meet Chance. Mafioso didn’t gamble a whole bunch, and his goal of the night was more to become familiar with Chance rather than gain any money. He felt like it was necessary, so he also booked a room for the night. It would provide him a short break for the time, anyways. 

Wearing his black coat, large boots and dark fedora, he entered Chance’s family owned casino. Eyes quickly locked onto Mafioso, but he didn’t mind, having been used to this. He just hoped that maybe Chance wouldn’t also behave so strangely, like Mafioso was some sort of outcast.

Mafioso waited patiently until Chance wasn’t occupied with anything else to approach him and ask if they could get drinks together. Chance obviously wasn’t very used to that sort of approach from someone, but something about the way Mafioso asked in such a friendly way, like they were already friends, made him say yes without thinking too much. 

Less than 45 minutes later, Chance wasn’t exactly drunk, but they could feel the buzz quickly. He knew better than to drink too much anyways, he didn’t want their parents to find him wasted and limping. 

Mafioso, practically intolerant to alcohol, sipped casually while they conversed about simple things. Their backgrounds, experiences with other people, just some simple hobbies they had.. and Chance was in love, like a dumb, submissive puppy. He found himself wondering why they were so soft around this man whom they had just met, but they didn’t manage many friends, and despite his charm he really didn’t have relationship experience. Chance’s eyes occasionally darted to Mafioso’s black leather belt, accessorized with a pair of handcuffs and chains.

"W—Well, do you have a room? I mean, surely you aren’t gonna ‘arrest’ me here, where my family might see.." Chance's voice shakes, but he knew Mafioso's confidence will always overpower his own.

Mafioso lead Chance to his room, shutting and locking the door behind them. He pins Chance down on the bed, growling, "I need to break you," as he presses his body against theirs. Chance sputters as Mafioso carelessly puts two fingers in his mouth, demanding, "Suck on them. Now." Chance's body quivers with arousal as he obeys, swirling his tongue around Mafioso's fingers like they’re candy.

Mafioso groaned, pressing his hardness against the wet spot slowly forming in Chance's pants. "Fuck. Look at that, you’re such a whore," he teases, grinding against Chance, who whimpers and writhes with need. Mafioso pulls his fingers out and gives Chance a harsh, wet kiss, sucking on his tongue and teasing his teeth over it.

Realizing how aroused Chance is, Mafioso pulls away and groans cruelly, "Come on, Chance. You were so eager earlier, why don’t you beg now, while your slutty little pussy is crying for my attention?" His accent thickens as he licks and nibbles on Chance's neck, listening to their whimpers.

Chance stubbornly refuses to answer, so Mafioso grabs his face, glaring into his eyes. "Come on.. You know you want it," he urges. Realizing that this tactic won’t work, Chance finally murmurs weakly, "P—Please.. Please, touch me.. I want you to make me yours," before gasping once Mafioso immediately got to work to removing his pants. 

Mafioso teases, "Oh, you smell so sweet, my dear. I want to taste you so fucking badly," before nudging at Chance's underwear and slowly pulling it down, revealing his glossy, throbbing cunt. Chance lets out a cry as Mafioso immediately begins to suck and lap at his clit, causing him to rut his hips up in pleasure.

Mafioso pulls away before Chance can cum, making them whine and writhe pathetically. He raises his body up and grabs his handcuffs, clattering them onto Chance’s wrists. He smiles with satisfaction before lapping at Chance’s wet pussy again, his fingers nudging at Chance’s tight hole and pushing two of them in, causing Chance to cry out.

Mafioso spits disrespectfully on Chance’s cunt, fucking two of his fingers into his hole knuckle-deep as he licks and sucks at their sore clit. His ears perk up to listen to Chance’s pathetic cries, but he mainly stays focused on devouring Chance’s wet cunt, addicted to the scent and taste, and the way that their body trembled.

"PpLleAsse..! Ooh fuck..! Fuck Fuckfuckfuck..!" Chance sobs, unable to help how close he is. Arousal leaks out of his hole, squelching noises reverberating humiliatingly. "Do you wanna cum, yeah?" Mafioso asks, and Chance replies with a desperate whimper and nod, grinding their hips up as he hits that sweet spot over and over again. Chance cries and sobs like a slut, their hips grinding up despite Mafioso’s superior strength. His cunt begins to clench tightly, and their body  shakes and twitches with the desperate need to cum.

Mafioso groans against Chance’s cunt, enjoying the taste and continuing to lap and suck at it, not halting a bit even as Chance’s hips start to squirm up and down, their cries becoming increasingly depraved with each deep thrust of Mafioso’s fingers and hungry lick of his tongue. In no time, they are just a crying mess, sputtering pleas to cum, that they are so, so close, fighting against the handcuffs desperately. "Shh, shh baby. It’s harder to taste you when you’re squirming," Mafioso demands, his thick voice cutting through the noise of Chance’s desperate sobs with an annoyed edge as if they are inconveniencing him on purpose.

Chance finally lets go, letting out a desperate sob as they come hard, practically squirting all over Mafioso’s big fingers and greedy tongue. They pant desperately, their body sore, yet still craving more of this. "Oh my dear, your noises are divine," Mafioso praises, licking the rest of Chance’s arousal off of his lips impurely.

"Sshh—Shut up," Chance whines, their chest heaving. Mafioso grabs their face and makes them look up at him before he sticks his thumb into their mouth, urging it open. Chance hesitantly caves and opens their mouth, expecting Mafioso to put his fingers back in, but instead, Mafioso just carelessly spits in his mouth, and when Chance is shocked, he slaps their cheek, urging them to swallow it obediently.

 "Oh, come on, dear. You know you like being mistreated, even if you have this lingering urge to still act like you have decency around me. You’re not fooling me, and you’re clearly not fooling yourself as well.." Mafioso soothes cruelly, watching with satisfaction as Chance gives in.

With a whine, Chance begins to grind their bare cunt against Mafioso’s clothed dick, causing him to become even harder, a little patch of Chance’s arousal showing on the expensive fabric. "Oh dear, stop that. You’re going to ruin my pants. Or maybe you’d like that, hm? For me to have permanent evidence that I made you a filthy slut before anyone else?" Mafioso’s voice is dark with threat, and that makes Chance whine and slow down their movements.

Mafioso sighs dramatically, only to tease Chance and begins to undo his belt, his black underwear barely exposing his arousal. "Do you need me, baby?" Mafioso asks, his voice harboring a cruel tone. Chance whines and eagerly nods, sure that Mafioso couldn’t be that difficult to take, especially when he’s so messy and wet.

"Oh, that’s cute, sweetheart. I don’t know if you really deserve it, though." Mafioso teases, pressing the tip of his girthy dick right against Chance’s tight hole. He teasingly presses into it with his tip without actually going in, causing Chance to shudder and tear up.

"Please.. Come on, you’ve made me wait for so long. I want you to claim me, please.." Chance murmurs, and Mafioso feeds off of every word, slowly pressing his tip inside of Chance, causing them to sob, thighs shaking.

"How long have I made you wait, yeah? Was this pretty cunt of yours already leaking as soon as I talked to you, sweetheart? Are you really so pathetic for attention that you’d lust over someone you barely even know?" Mafioso sputters cruelly, voice barely breaking as he grinds his leaking tip in and out of Chance, causing both of them to become even more desperate for one another.

"HMmPpHh.." Chance cries, looking away as he tries to urge Mafioso’s dick deeper inside, but he is too weak and restrained to really do anything but writhe. Mafioso grabs his face again, making them look at him. "Come on, my sweet toy. Would you rather me just fuck you like this for the night? It wouldn’t be so difficult to just admit it."

"Hhmph.. Mmafi.. I’ve— Gghah.. Desired you for a while," Chance admits with a whiny, trembling voice, before letting out a cry once Mafioso thrusts his length halfway inside, his thick girth ripping Chance apart. He continues his gentle grinding, groaning at how warm and wet Chance is around him, squeezing his dick like their body never wants it to leave.

"Yeah, that’s my good toy," Mafioso praises before holding Chance’s cheek, removing his glasses before gazing into their eyes admiringly. "So fucking pretty. You must be heaven-sent to squeeze me this good. Fucking slut.." He groans, unintentionally fucking his length deeper, his voice weakening with pleasure.

Mafioso, taking what he wants, positions Chance on their hands and knees, the handcuffs keeping them secure as he takes control. "You're going to take me now," he growls, his voice a mix of command and hunger. "And you're going to love it like the slut you are, even if you don't want to admit it."

He presses harshly against Chance, his dick teasing their entrance. Leaning down, he bites Chance's earlobe, his voice a low snarl, "Beg for it. Beg for me to claim you like the little slut you are."

Chance whimpers, their body trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation. "P-please," they stammer, their voice soft and pleading. "Please, take me. Make me yours."

A cruel smile plays on Mafioso's lips as he begins to push inside, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the feel of Chance yielding to him. "That's a good fucking slut," he murmurs, his voice deep as he continues to push in, his movements steady and purposeful. "Take it all. You were made for this. Made for me to use and enjoy."

Once he is fully sheathed, he pauses, giving Chance a moment to adjust. He leans down, capturing Chance's lips in a fierce kiss, his body pressing against theirs, his voice a low growl, "You feel so fucking good. So tight, and only mine to take."

He starts to move, his hips rolling in a steady, cruel rhythm. Each thrust is deep and purposeful, claiming Chance completely. He reaches around, his hand touching Chance’s clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, his touch firm and confident, a teasing smile on his lips. "You like that, don't you? You like being my little plaything."

Chance can only moan and whimper, their body overwhelmed with sensation. They are utterly at Mafioso's mercy, and they know it. Their body tenses, their breath coming in short gasps as Mafioso brings them to the brink of orgasm, only to stop suddenly, cruelly toying with their release.

"Please," Chance begs, their voice a pathetic whimper. "Please, let me cum."

Mafioso laughs mockingly, a cold and cruel sound. "Not until I say so, you dumb slut," he snarls, his hips never stopping their brutal rhythm. "Your body belongs to me now. Every fucking part of you only belongs to me."

With a final, deep thrust, Mafioso decides to grant Chance their release, his voice a harsh command. "Cum for me. Now. Show me how much you love my dick ruining you."

Chance cries out, their body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over them. Their cunt clenches, spilling their release onto Mafioso's dick and the sheets below, their body shaking and spent.

Mafioso, feeling Chance's orgasm milking his own, lets go with a final, deep thrust, burying himself as deep as he can. He groans long and low, his voice a deep rumble of satisfaction mixed with a hint of cruelty as he finds his own release, filling Chance with his seed, marking them as his.

He pulls out slowly, a smug smile playing on his lips as he looks down at Chance, his voice still holding a tinge of meanness but softer than before, "You did well, my little pet. So fucking perfect for me."

He pulls Chance into his arms, holding them tightly, his body pressing against theirs, his voice a low murmur, "That was so special, wasn't it? Just you and me. No one else matters now."

Chance, their body sated and their mind blissfully hazy, snuggles into Mafioso's embrace, a content smile on their lips. They lie there, entwined in each other's arms, their bodies sated and their hearts full, knowing that they had just bound themselves to one another.

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed!! This one didn't turn out the best in my opinion. I think my writing style is a little different now, but this gave me something to post. Feel free to request! :)

Chapter 3: Seeking Him Out - Doublefedora

Summary:

More Doublefedora smut yeah!!!

Notes:

Notes: mediocre plot and honestly pretty short, pre-forsaken, proofread at 11 pm, they/them chance cause it’s easier to write, ftm chance, mean mafioso, low-key toxic behaviour on both ends but they match eachothers' freak, gross sex, degrading, gunplay, written late at night, I am still figuring out ao3 so fucked format, sweet p in v !!

Mafioso was buried under a mountain of work, almost more than he could handle. He was just being assigned more tasks, and since getting together with Chance, his priorities had become a tangled mess. That's why, at 10 pm, he was still stuck in his office, shuffling through plans and documents. He'd put his phone on do not disturb, knowing it would distract him, and he didn't give a shit about anything else in the moment. Chance, however, was another story. They'd been trying to reach him for the past three hours, calling, texting, and begging him to come home and give them some attention, anything. But their messages went unseen and unreplied to, completely ignored. Chance knew Mafioso was at work and assumed he was just ignoring them. Really, Mafioso had gotten so engrossed in his tasks that he'd lost track of time, unaware of how late it really was or the fact that he was the only one left in the building.

Chance, honestly driven by obsession and worry, decided to take matters into their own hands. They hesitantly got in the car and drove to Mafioso's workplace, a place they'd never been before due to Mafioso believing they’d be unsafe there. Luckily, Mafioso always had someone else drive him, so the car was available. Money was really no object for them, so Mafioso just preferred to pay for taxis rather than drive far away.

The building was discreet and located in the middle of nowhere, but inside, it was extravagant as hell. Chance managed to get in easily enough, but as they ventured deeper, they noticed the cameras and security systems. A sense of danger prickled their insides, and they wondered if they really had gotten theirself fucked.

Mafioso, hearing an annoying beeping noise from the security cameras, decided to investigate. The figure on the screen was hard to make out in the darkness of night, but he could tell someone was there. He grabbed his loaded gun and moved stealthily through the halls, his thick accent echoing through the empty building as he called out, "Who's there?! I know you're in here."

Chance, startled, hid behind a velvet chair impulsively, their heart pounding. Mafioso growled in annoyance, moving toward the sound of their frightened breathing, the scent of their fear. "Stop hiding, fucking coward. It'll make things much easier if you don't play games with me," he threatened, his voice low and threatening.

He found Chance but couldn't see them properly in the dark, so he truly didn’t know it was them. He grabbed them by the collar like a toy and wrapped his hand around their neck, carrying them toward his office where there was light. Chance whimpered and squirmed, trying to communicate that it was him, but their airway was too blocked for words to come out.

Once in the light, Mafioso's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell?! Why are you here, Chance? You know better then to come here," he sneered angrily, pinning them down on his desk, his expression a mix of anger and impatience. "You—You didn’t respond to me! I’ve been trying to call you for the past three hours— Mm—Mmafi—!" Chance cried, their voice desperate and breathless.

Mafioso's grip on their neck tightened, his voice rising with anger. "So you just chose to come here without telling me?! You could’ve gotten hurt. What if it wasn’t me who was here, and you ended up in the hands of someone way more merciless?! Do you understand what they could’ve done to you?!" Bruises were already forming on Chance's neck, but Mafioso didn't ease up in the slightest. He wanted to leave a mark, a reminder of who was in control. "You're really fucking lucky it was me, do you understand? Exploring the damn place mindlessly like a stupid bitch. You would’ve gotten a bullet pierced through your skull.”

"I—I missed you!" Chance cried, their eyes welling up with tears as they tried to defend theirself. They wrapped their hands around Mafioso's wrist, giving him pleading little doe eyes. Their thighs pressed together, seeking friction beneath their skirt, their arousal shamefully evident despite the weight of their fear.

Mafioso, fed up with their recklessness, picked up his gun and pressed it against Chance's lower stomach, causing them to shudder. "Listen to me. I don’t give a damn how much you missed me. I was only merciful enough to tell you I worked here in case of an emergency. Fix your attitude, or I’ll punish you here," He snapped handcuffs around Chance's wrists, ensuring they couldn't move. "You're pathetic, you know that? Coming here like a little lost puppy. It's disgusting."

He moved the gun to their jaw, threatening to shoot if they made a slight movement. Then, he teased his fingers up their skirt, pressing against their arousal. "You’re wet just from this? You’re such a slut. Maybe just since you defied me, I won’t let you have my dick for the rest of the month," Mafioso teased, his voice a mix of threat and amusement. "You need to learn your lesson."

Chance whimpered and pouted, shaking their head. Mafioso laughed cruelly and moved the gun between their legs, teasing the muzzle against their wet heat. "Your life is in my hands, and yet you’re still turned on, humping my gun like an animal in heat. I could kill you right now," he said coldly, but his words only turned Chance on more.

He leaned in, nibbling and kissing Chance's neck, groaning at their scent. Almost rewardingly, he pressed the gun harder against them, causing them to whimper and cry, their hips rutting against the friction eagerly. Mafioso grinned, satisfied with the bruises and bite marks he'd left on Chance's neck.

He pulled off their panties and pressed the gun against their clit again, causing them to emit a pathetic sob. "That’s my dirty slut. You’re so wet, I bet I could fuck my gun right into you. You’d like that, yeah? Cumming all over the barrel, knowing that this is probably the only pleasure I’ll give you for a long time? Oh, no need to talk, you dirty whore. I know you’ll love it," he sneered, spitting on their sopping cunt, letting it drip down to their clenching hole before pressing the gun inside, causing Chance to whimper in ecstasy.

Mafioso moved their shirt up to suck and bite on their chest, his warm mouth driving Chance wild with pleasure. They jolted and clenched around the gun, their mind numb with ecstasy. Mafioso's eyes shot daggers at them as he realized how much they were enjoying this, their cunt squeezing around the barrel. He began to pound the gun into them cruelly, causing them to cry and squirm, sobbing for mercy.

"Please, please, please..." Chance cried, their voice becoming high-pitched and humiliatingly feminine, begging for release.

"Oh, look at that. Are you really going to cum from this?" Mafioso asked cruelly, his arousal growing as he listened to Chance's murmurs. "I’m close, I’m close—! Mafi— " Chance sobbed, their cuffed wrists grabbing onto Mafioso's arm, leaving marks on his skin.

Chance let out a guttural sob before cumming hard, their cunt making a hot mess all over the gun. Mafioso's expression turned to one of disappointment, a pit of fear forming in Chance's chest as they recovered from their orgasm.

"You came without my permission, didn’t you?" Mafioso asked, his voice serious with a sharp edge of malice. "You know what that means?"

Chance looked up at him with glossy, confused eyes. "Hmm..?" They whined, dizzy.

"I didn’t say you could cum. You didn’t know there would be consequences, yeah?" Mafioso teased, pressing the gun up against Chance’s clit again. Chance let out a small whimper before their eyes widened slightly, a few tears welling up. "You’re not actually gonna— " Chance whined, their words cut off by Mafioso covering their mouth with a threatening smile.

"Shh, shh.. I’ll make it quick, sweetheart.. You misbehaved, so now you get to feel what it's like to be at my mercy," Chance’s body tensed up and trembled, tears welling up in their eyes. They whimpered desperately, feeling Mafioso gently rub the muzzle over their clit before his finger nudged against the trigger. Chance immediately cried, clenching their eyes shut, their body shaking with fear and anticipation.

Mafioso pulled the trigger, the loud click echoing through the room. He quickly aimed the gun at the wall, a loud bang echoing as the bullet ricocheted off and bounced on the ground. Mafioso noticed how hot and gross his gun had gotten and sighed, guessing he’d have to get a new one. As for the wall, there were luckily plenty of excuses he could make.

Chance slowly opened their eyes with a shudder, their heartbeat slowing down as Mafioso moved their skirt back down, hiding the leaking mess. "I think you’ve learned your lesson," he mumbled mockingly, "Suppose it’s time to go home, yeah my sweet? You're lucky I didn't do worse to you."

Chance’s body was still frozen with lingering shock, and they whimpered before pouting, begging Mafioso to remove their handcuffs. He complied, clicking them back onto his belt. He frowned with annoyance as his own arousal was still pressing against his pants, but he assumed he would just take care of it himself later, maybe even use Chance's mouth to finish the job.

He cradled Chance with a gentle kiss, holding them in his arms before gathering everything and carrying them to the car, ready to go home. As they left the building, Chance knew they would never forget the lessons they'd learned.

As they drove home, Mafioso's hand rested possessively on Chance's thigh, squeezing tightly, leaving bruises that Chance knew would last for days. "You're mine, Chance," he growled, his voice a low rumble of possession and danger as his mind explored back to the thought of Chance ending up with someone else. "Don't you ever forget it. I'll fucking destroy anyone who tries to take you from me." Chance shivered at his words, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through them . They always knew that Mafioso's love was unforgiving, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

 

 

 

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When they finally reached home, Mafioso carried Chance to their bedroom, laying them gently on the bed despite the rough way he'd treated them earlier. He undressed slowly, his eyes never leaving Chance's as he revealed his toned, scarred body. Chance's eyes widened at the sight of his thick, hard length, already leaking precum at the tip. "You want this, don't you my love?" Mafioso teased, stroking himself slowly as he crawled onto the bed, looming over Chance like a predator.

Chance nodded eagerly, their body already aching for his touch. "Please, Mafi," they begged, their voice a soft whimper. "I need you."

Mafioso grinned, a cruel smile that sent shivers down Chance's spine. "You'll get me, my dear." He promised, positioning himself at their sore entrance. "But first, you're going to beg for it. You're going to beg for my cum."

Chance's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal as they looked up at him, their eyes filled with desire and submission. "Please," they begged again, their voice barely a whisper. "Please fuck me. I need you inside of me, I need you to fill me up and Ff—finally make me yours."

Mafioso's grin widened, and he pushed into them slowly, inch by inch, letting Chance feel every thick, hard inch of him. Chance cried and arched their back, their body stretching to accommodate him, their eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "That's my slut," Mafioso growled, his voice a low mumble of approval. "Take everything I give you."

He began to move, his hips slamming against theirs as he fucked them deeply and thoroughly, his thick length hitting all the right spots inside them, making them see stars. Chance wrapped their legs around his waist, their arms around his neck, holding on desperately as he pounded into them, his breath hot and heavy in their ear.

"You're mine, Chance," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "All mine. No one else's. You understand me?"

Chance nodded eagerly, their body trembling with the force of their orgasm as it crashed over them, their cunt clenching and unclenching around Mafioso's girth, milking him for all he’s worth. "I'm yours..!" they sobbed, their voice broken and hoarse from screaming his name. "All yours, Aan—And only yours..”

Mafioso grinned, an eerily possessive smile as he felt his own orgasm building, his groin tightening and drawing up. "That's my good slut," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous promise. "You're all mine. Forever."

With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his dick pulsing and spurting his hot, sticky seed deep inside Chance, filling them up, breeding them as his at last. Chance moaned and shuddered, their body convulsing with the force of their own orgasm, their cunt clenching, milking every last drop of his cum.

Mafioso stayed sheathed inside of them before he pulled out, watching as the bedsheets became a mess of arousal. He held Chance close to him, feeling their smaller body rest in his embrace, relieved to finally have him home with them.

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed!!! At the time of uploading this my requests are open, so please take a look!! This was written two weeks before I began using ao3 I just never got to posting it until now lol, this was written for my lover so sorry if it doesn't meet your interests/standards!

Chapter 4: Drunken Desire - Doublefedora (REQ)

Summary:

ANOTHER Doublefedora request from my beautiful s/o, @Guiding_orchids !!

(FYI my requests are first come first serve, they were the first to give me a request haha)

"HI POOKIE pls double fedora nasty smut with drunk chance and size difference + they/them chance… they’re both drinking in chance’s casino (chance also lives there), chance gets hot and bothered, tries to hump mafioso’s thigh, mafioso carries them to their living space, and whiny chance rides him until they’re shaking"
"AND TRANSMASC CHANCE I FORGOT"

Dinner served!! I promise this will be my last Doublefedora for a little while though!! My s/o has requests open for Doublefedora too though if you really like this ship so go check them out!!!

Notes:

Chance and Mafioso had a long week from the burden of their own jobs and responsibilities, and they finally got some time to settle down together at Chance’s casino. Like always though, Chance ended up getting a little bit too drunk, and it led to them riding their stress away.

FTM Chance, they/them Chance as requested, Chance is drunk but there's an established relationship between the two!! Some pet names here and there but it's honestly pretty vanilla!! It's not long either honestly, even though there's plot.

Hope you enjoy!!

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Four drinks in, and Chance was sputtering incoherent phrases, their mind a mess of thoughts they couldn't really articulate. Mafioso, noticing that Chance would be sick if he drank any more, decided to fetch them a non-alcoholic beverage to help sober them up. However, Unfortunately for Mafioso, Chance was already far gone, their inhibitions lowered incredibly and their body pressed against Mafioso's shoulder, pathetically attempting to flirt with him despite their drunken state.

"Mmnph.. Mafi.. You're so cold.." They whined, pouting. Mafioso wrapped his arm around their body, pulling them closer. "Hhn.. You should get me nice 'n hot," Chance continued, their tone seductive and words slurred.

"And you should get some rest, sweetheart," Mafioso teased lovingly, stroking their cheek with his thumb. Unexpectedly, Chance quickly shifted and decided to sit on Mafioso's thigh, causing him to become flustered before regaining his composure shortly after.

"Come on, baby. You shouldn't be all up on me, there's still people here," Mafioso murmured with a gentle voice, but Chance didn't listen. Instead, they began to rut against Mafioso's thigh like a dog in heat, causing him to grab onto their hips in an instant, embarrassed by their behavior.

"We're going to our room," Mafioso demanded sternly, manhandling Chance and carrying their weak, mumbling form past the remaining people in the casino.

Once he finally reached their room, he laid Chance down on the living room couch, giving them gentle kisses and pinning their body beneath him. "What do you need from me, love?" Mafioso asked, his voice affectionate but still teasing. "I need to hear your excuse for why you decided to rut against me like a dog in heat. Do you even have one for me, sweetheart?"

Chance whimpered, seeming to barely understand Mafioso’s words, let alone speak their own. "I want you inside of me," Chance mumbled, voice weak but still without the slightest amount of shame.

Mafioso scoffed and gave them a kiss on the mouth, their tongues curling against each other before Mafioso pulled away, trailing his hand down their body and feeling their body tremble for more of his loving touches.

"You're so needy, baby. Someone as pathetic as you should be whining for my attention by now, but no. You just think I’m gonna give it to you for free, yeah?" Mafioso teased cruelly, enjoying how Chance whined and writhed pathetically for his touch.

"Maf..! Please.. Hhmph..! I need it s’bad, I need your dick, now.." Chance whimpered in a pleading voice, their voice slurred but somewhat coherent. Mafioso grinned, enjoying seeing them vulnerable like this.

"My dick? Is that all ‘ya need, my sweet?" Mafioso murmured, his accent a soothing tease to Chance’s arousal.

"Mmhnnn..!!" Chance cried eagerly, nodding with needy tears in their eyes.

"Will do, my sweet," Mafioso murmured in a sultry voice, quickly removing Chance’s pants before his own, wanting them to feel more exposed. He gazed lovingly at their thighs and pretty tummy, thinking about how much more beautiful they’d look baring his children.

Seeing Chance pout impatiently, Mafioso began to unbuckle his leather belt, letting it clatter to the ground agonizingly slow before pulling them down to his knees. He then freed his leaking erection, stroking it gently to soothe more arousal out of the tip.

Becoming impatient with himself, Mafioso sat and pulled Chance onto his bare thigh, gazing lovingly at their soaked panties before pulling them to the side, rubbing their clit teasingly and causing them to jolt, their sensitivity increased due to the effects of the alcohol.

"MmNnhh..! Maf, don’t make me wait any longer, please.." Chance pleaded, their voice a pitiful sound as they desperately rutted against anything they could possibly reach and more.

Mafioso groaned, seemingly in annoyance, but he really just couldn’t control how attractive and pathetic he found Chance’s lustful behavior. He gripped their hips tightly, pulling them closer to his leaking length and moving it to press against their stomach.

"You’re so delicate, baby. You sure you can take it?" Mafioso asked, knowing that Chance was clearly impatient, but wanting to make sure that they’ll be okay without preparation.

"Mmmh..! Fill me, Maf.." Chance sobbed, hiding their face in his shoulder as their cunt clenched around nothing.

Mafioso smiled with a gentle kiss to Chance’s shoulder, easily raising Chance’s hips up and nudging his big length at their tight entrance, slowly pushing it in and rubbing Chance’s back to soothe the feeling of being stretched open. By the time Mafioso was fully sheathed in, his length could be felt bulging through their tummy.

With a final push and a loud sob from Chance, Mafioso was fully sheathed inside, trying to soothe the discomfort however he could.

"Hhmmn.. Please.. Let me ride you, Maf," Chance whined, slightly sobered up but still trembling and stuttering slightly as he held onto Mafioso’s hips.

"Alright, sweetheart. Just be gentle with yourself, ‘kay?" Mafioso murmured in Chance’s ear lovingly, holding onto their chest and guiding them to slowly grind against his length.

"HNnn—!! Mmh.. You’re so big, Maf.." Chance whimpered, slowly moving their hips up and down, feeling Mafioso’s thick length ripping open their cunt. "Ah-ah baby, you’re just small," Mafioso teased them lovingly, knowing that in reality, he was just taller and stronger than the average person.

Chance let out sweet strings of moans as they slowly adjusted to the stretch, not taking excessively long due to having had intimacy with Mafioso before. Their movements became more eager, panting like a depraved animal in heat as they forced his big length deep inside, feeling it fuck into all of his sensitive spots.

"Aahn.. You’re being so good for me, such a good fuckin’ slut.." Mafioso murmured, encouraging Chance’s weakening movements. He gripped their hips tightly, almost beginning to move their body on his own.

Eventually, Chance just let Mafioso use him, body too weak to move anymore, and they were so close already. Mafioso slid his hand beneath Chance’s shirt, feeling his dick through their tummy and giving a perverted grin in satisfaction.

Mafioso murmured sweet nothings in their ear, the sounds of their shared lovemaking echoing across the room shamelessly as Chance rolled back their eyes in pleasure, letting out a desperate cry as they finally came, clenching his length so tightly. "HhNnn—!! Maf—!" Chance sobbed, thighs shaking with exhaustion.

Mafioso continued to fuck into Chance until they were crying and squirming, overstimulated, and Mafioso finally stopped with a groan in pleasure, spilling his seed deep inside of them.

"Nnmphh.. You were such a good slut, Chance.. You look exhausted, aww.. Do you want me to give you a bath?" Mafioso cooed, glaring lovingly at Chance’s shaking body, leaking with his cum.

"Hhnn.. Yes, please.." Chance pleaded, their voice weak and gentle.

Notes:

Consider leaving me requests under the first chapter if you like my writing! They're still open at the time of posting this!!

Hope you enjoyed!!

Chapter 5: Released Frustration - Buildermon (REQ)

Summary:

“Hai could I perhaps request buildermon? :3 basically scenario is that builderman had a long day at work and wanted to be by himself, untill Telamon begged him for attention, from there mayhaps uhhh teasing and bottom telamon? uhh and maybee a bitting link if that's ok uhmm yesp ALSO SIZE DIFFERENCE CUZ LIKE TELAMON IS A DEITY OR WTV yes yes thank you :>”
(Request sent by @WormHolzz!! My second request ever, thank you!!!)

I wrote them both as cis men so I hope that's what you had in mind!! I also assumed that you meant Telamon is taller than Builderman since he's a deity which totally makes sense ahhh. I love this ship, hope you like my autistic schlop!!

Notes:

They're both AMAB, Telamon has wings, Telamon is on top at the beginning and then Builderman pins him down!! Telamon hadn't recieved anal before, Builderman takes out his frustration onto Telamon, Telamon enjoys being dominated cause he's a slut!! Builderman still worships his body tho, Degrading n biting n teasing n low-key hate sex yeahh!!

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Builderman had already downed his fourth cup of coffee long ago, the bitterness a stark contrast to the sweetness of his usual demeanor. The weight of managing Roblox admins, along with a data leak that had left many users hacked, had him stressed and frustrated. As he finally managed to deal with it all, he locked himself in his apartment room, and he yearned for a moment of respite, a chance to release all of his pent-up stress.

Telamon, ever the persistent deity, had sensed Builderman's distress from afar. He took his time to interfere though, waiting for the opportune moment to come, when he could be alone with the hard worker. When Builderman heard the knock on his bedroom door, he scoffed, knowing it was none other than Telamon, the annoying winged nuisance who always seemed to overly delight in his discomfort.

"Go away, Telamon. Not today, okay? I don't feel like dealing with your shit," Builderman growled, his tone laced with a rare harshness. In his exhaustion, he had forgotten his usual restraint, unintentionally allowing the frustration to be taken out on others.

Telamon, undeterred as always, let himself into the room with a smirk. Builderman groaned in frustration, burying his face in his hands, already dreading the inevitable annoyance. "Aww, what's got you so riled up, Builder? You're acting like you just lost a bet with a damn lawnmower," Telamon mocked, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.

Builderman remained silent, his anger boiling beneath the surface. Telamon, not one to easily be ignored, became increasingly and almost desperately touchy, attempting to tickle the annoyed man. Builderman lashed out for him to stop, scooting away in an attempt to make Telamon disappear. But Telamon, being a deity, was not so easily dismissed. He pinned Builderman down, his wings enveloping the smaller man in a sour yet playful embrace.

"C'mon, Builder, lighten up. We're pals, ain't we? Just like those useless brats you work with. So come on, give your god some attention. I won't hurt ya," Telamon pleaded, his voice teasing before it became more desperate as Builderman continued to ignore him.

Telamon's facade began to crumble, and fabricated tears formed in his eyes. He sniffled dramatically, his body sitting on top of Builderman as he cried like a child who had lost his favorite toy. Builderman, despite his boiling anger, looked up with concern and confusion before his body relaxed slightly and he hesitantly leaned closer to Telamon.

"What...? What happened?!" he asked, his voice cracking with a mix of anger and concern.

"You're ignoring me, Builder! And I missed you so much, too...! My feelings are really hurt," Telamon cried dramatically, his wings folded. Builderman scoffed and hugged him, rolling his eyes, but still holding the larger man close.

"You need to stop barging into my house, and let alone my room. Telamon, when I've had a hard day, I need to be left alone," Builderman murmured sternly, his arms still wrapped around Telamon. "B—But- Builder—" Telamon quickly whined before Builderman took the chance to take him off guard, pinning him down with his strength, despite being much shorter than the winged deity.

Telamon's eyes widened with shock, his body frozen in place. "No. I really think someone needs to teach you a lesson, Telamon. I won't continue to tolerate this behavior from you. You really think those wings of yours give you the right to roam this place like you own it? You're in my fuckin' hotel room, Telamon, so you need to act like it," Builderman growled, his voice menacing.

Telamon shuddered submissively, his eyes shut in embarrassment, as if he were waiting for Builderman to snap out of his anger and feel guilty before getting off of him. But Builderman remained on top of Telamon, scolding him sternly as if he were a child.

As Builderman's anger began to slightly dissipate, he felt an uncomfortable throbbing in his groin. "Fuck," he thought to himself, and Telamon seemed to sense Builderman's struggle, even as he refused to look at him for long.

"Hmph... Well, at least I'm not hot and bothered like you," Telamon murmured, his voice stuttering and lacking its usual confidence, and his eyes darted to a corner of the room.

"You won't even look at me for long, Telamon. Don't mistake my mercy for being a fool," Builderman growled sternly but with a hint of playfulness as he grabbed Telamon by the neck and squeezed gently.

That's when Telamon knew he had no chance at controlling his arousal. His wings folded submissively as he whined and let out a pathetic moan, not fighting against Builderman. He didn't even squirm or flinch, just letting out uncomfortable sobs as he struggled for air.

Once Builderman realized he was pale and about to lose consciousness, he immediately let go, his eyes holding some concern before seeing Telamon pant with life, red rushing back to his face.

"Hha.. Hhnn.." Telamon whined, already trying to speak before he had completely caught his breath. "Please, Builder.. Hurt me more, it feels good."

Builderman paused, becoming flustered. That's when he felt it, Telamon's eager erection twitching for attention beneath his black, silky robe.

Telamon pouted, seeming needy already. "Hmph! Not gonna do it now?— Hhgh..!" Telamon let out a sudden cry, feeling Builderman suddenly bite into his neck, drawing a small amount of his divine blood before savoring the taste on his lips. Builderman decided that if Telamon wanted to be fucked, he would have to beg for it... And he'd be shamelessly willing to do anything to see the usually powerful god submit to him.

Builderman licked the blood from his lips before eagerly moving down to kiss Telamon, holding onto his cheek, the skin soft and almost pure as their tongues interlocked and swirled together passionately. Builderman used his other hand to sternly pin Telamon down by his hip, pressing his body against the deity's larger one.

Builderman pulled away before pressing a gentle kiss to Telamon's cheek, taking a moment to admire the deity's natural beauty. The more he looked, the more he began to believe that he had never seen a man this attractive before.

"Hmph.. Builder, will you look at my body?" Telamon asked, still slightly flustered, but wanting this moment to last forever. Builderman didn't give a verbal answer, just moved down to untie his robe and remove his clothes, leaving Telamon bare other than his underwear, which strained his erection uncomfortably. Builderman traced a finger down his chest and teased toward his stomach, leaning down to kiss his pure, scarred skin.

"Telamon, you're so fucking beautiful. Maybe I'll just keep you here as my delicate art piece.." Builderman praised, moving his trailing hand down to grab the god's hip and the other one to squeeze his chest.

"Aahn.. Hhmph, Builder.. Worship me more, won't you?" Telamon asked with a gaze full of desire, but for once, his voice wasn't expectant. It was pleading.

"How so, sweetheart?" Builderman asked, pressing a gentle kiss to Telamon's tummy as he spoke. "I.. I want you to keep saying I'm pretty," Telamon confessed, his voice raw with vulnerability that made Builderman smile.

"Well, have you been a good boy, hm? Have you earned my praise?" Builderman teased, teasing his hand down to Telamon's straining underwear.

"Mmnh..! Yes, please.. I deserve it, really! Telamon cried, his wings drooping. Builderman gently kissed up his body before grabbing Telamon's chin gently, forcing him to make eye contact. "Then beg for it, Telamon. I want to hear you beg for me to touch you like a good slut, and then I might just decide to teach you a lesson in a more preferable way.." His voice was gentle yet menacing, and it made Telamon slightly more flustered.

"Oh, fine..! Please touch me, Builder. I need it..! I'll be good, promise!" Telamon pleaded, his voice whiny and embarrassed. Builderman quickly shifted between his legs without another word and pulled down his underwear, Telamon's big length springing out, desperate for any attention from the determined man on top of him.

Builderman seemed shocked by the size. He should have known it would be this big, Telamon is a god after all. But nonetheless, he was honestly unsure in the moment how to even pleasure such a big dick. Before Telamon could whine, though, Builderman wrapped his lips around the irritated tip, tasting the precum and sucking gently. Once Telamon began to grind his hips, he pulled away, leaving him throbbing again.

"Ah-ah, angel. We're not going at your pace, you're at my mercy now," Builderman scolded in a mocking voice, teasing his finger up and down Telamon's length, which caused him to shudder. “You wanted my attention so badly, so now you’re getting it.”

"Hmmph, Builder, you're being too slow! I wanna cum!" Telamon whined like a big child, his feathered wings still splayed out and drooping. He enjoyed being dominated by Builderman though, and didn’t make an effort to take control.

"Oh, am I really? Hm." Builderman mumbled, not really caring about Telamon’s nodding response before he teased his hand further down between his legs, nudging a finger at his entrance and causing him to let out a vulnerable cry.

"Builder..! Ggrh.. I’ve.. I’ve never had anything inside.. Of me before" Telamon confessed with a shaky voice, and Builderman’s pupils dilated in surprise. "That’s surprising, coming from an attention slut like you," he mocked cruelly, pushing the tip of his finger inside and slowly inching in more. Telamon cried in discomfort before he could even respond, moving his hand down to touch himself before Builderman smacked his wrist, wrapping his own hand around his thick shaft. Telamon just gazed at Builderman with glossy eyes, letting out soft whines as he tried to adjust.

Builderman gave him no time, though, nudging the tip of another finger inside, and stretching Telamon’s entrance out. He tried to bite his lip to cope with the pain, but due to Builderman not giving him much time, he couldn’t process it, physically or even mentally. Especially when his hand would also so blissfully stroke his length, feathering against every sensitive spot.

"Pplease— Mercy!" Telamon cried, and Builderman quickly sheathed the second finger inside before slowly, delicately thrusting them in and out. Telamon’s thighs shook, his hips squirming, his dick craving more pleasure and his ass still sore from the stretch, that was before Builderman grinded his fingers up against Telamon’s prostate. He arched his back in pleasure, drool falling from his lips as precum spurted from his tip.

"hhAaah—- HhNnmmGgh—!! Don’t.. Don’t stop, please..!" Telamon sobbed, and Builderman was fixated on his ecstasy, making sure to strike that sweet spot again and again.

Telamon sobbed and shuddered, quickly nearing his orgasm. Covering his mouth to stifle his desperate cries, Builderman could still tell he was close.

"Do you think you deserve this, angel? Think you really deserve to cum?" Builderman teased, slowing his movements down but not stopping. Telamon whined and nodded, but when Builderman didn’t respond, he pouted and whined a pathetic response.

"Hmmph! I.. I deserve to cum, I deserve to be owned by youuu..!! I.. I deserve to be all yours," his cheeks became redder, and Builderman leaned down to give him another kiss on the lips, causing Telamon to ease up. Once Builderman pulled away with a groan, he sped up his movements ever so slightly, and Telamon squirmed in response.

"Please let me cum, Please let me cum baby.. Please..!" Telamon whimpered before Builderman’s movements became erratic, two fingers pounding against his prostate. "Cum for me, sweetheart," and could only form a long string of incoherent pleas in response before he came hard, cum spurting all over his groin and stomach.

"Fuck, you look beautiful, my angel. What a mess," Builderman teased, leaning down to lick some cum off of his tip, seeming to enjoy the taste like it was a reward.

"Hmmph.. Want.. More," Telamon murmured, and Builderman pulled his fingers out before he sat against the pillows and pulled Telamon on top of him, motioning for him to remove his pants.

"If you want more, you’ll take me like a sweet angel. Won’t you, Telamon?" Builderman asked lovingly, but it was more like a demand. Telamon was hesitant, but his lust drew him to desperately undo the man’s sturdy belt and pull his pants down along with his underwear. Builderman’s length sprung free, erect and leaking with arousal, and Telamon smirked, leaning down and eagerly sucking on it, slurping and drooling all over. Builderman groaned and pulled at his hair, encouraging him to continue pleasing him. Eventually, Telamon managed to take his entire length down his throat, sputtering and groaning lovingly, and Builderman began to use his throat, listening to the sweet sounds of his gagging.

The sounds of their shared moans and Telamon’s throat repeatedly constricting around Builderman’s dick were all that could be heard, and Builderman began to practically fuck his skull, using his mouth like a toy. Once he got close, he let out a desperate cry, cumming deep down inside of Telamon’s tight throat. He panted, his dick still erect and his eyes full of lust.

Telamon swallowed it before panting, body desperate for oxygen. His dick swelled with arousal, and he crawled onto Builderman’s lap, his larger body leering over him. Even despite his size, he was just a submissive whore right now, and his mind was cluttered with the thought that maybe this is his place now.

Builderman pulled Telamon's hips closer, positioning his dick at the deity's tight entrance. He used a mix of his spit and leftover cum as lube, slowly pushing into Telamon, feeling the resistance as he breached the tight hole.

Telamon's breathing hitched, his eyes rolling back as a mix of pain and pleasure washed over him. He sobbed, his body tensing as Builderman slowly filled him, stretching him to his limits. Builderman moaned against Telamon's neck, his breath hot and heavy against the deity's skin. He bit down gently, marking him as he fully sheathed himself inside.

"You feel so fucking good, my angel," Builderman growled, his voice laced with cruel satisfaction. "But you're mine now. Every inch of you belongs to me."

Telamon sobbed, trying to quiet himself by biting into Builderman's neck, but the smaller man didn't make an effort to stop him. Instead, he relished in the sight of Telamon pathetically breaking apart, his tears and sobs a song of pitiful submission. Builderman's heart shamefully raced with a twisted pleasure as he saw the usually confident deity reduced to a whimpering mess beneath him.

Builderman began to move, guiding Telamon's hips with a firm, strong grip. He fucked into his tight ass with a cruel intensity, using Telamon like a personal sex toy. "This is all you’re good for, slut. You love it, don’t you? You love being owned, being taught a lesson," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt as he increased his pace.

"I—I’m yours..! Please, breed me full.." Telamon sobbed, his body slowly adjusting to the intrusion ripping his ass apart. Builderman re-angled his thrusts, slamming his dick against Telamon's prostate with each powerful stroke. Telamon's sobs turned into desperate, pathetic cries as he writhed on top of Builderman, drool rolling down his chin and his eyes glossed with pleasure.

"You’re so fucking pathetic," Builderman groaned, his voice filled with cruelty and lust. "You’re mine, all mine. No one else's. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Telamon's thighs trembled, forced apart by Builderman's strength as he pounded into him relentlessly.  He weakly nodded at Builderman’s question. The deity's dick twitched, and with a few shaky strokes, he came hard, spurting cum all over his stomach. But Builderman didn't slow down, not at all. He was desperate to fill Telamon, to mark him from the inside out, to leave a mark of dominance on his body.

"Please..! Builder! It’s too much..!!" Telamon whimpered, his wings twitching involuntarily from the overstimulation. Once a proud deity, and he was now a whimpering, slutty mess of cum and tears, completely at Builderman's mercy.

Builderman ignored Telamon's pleas, holding his hips tight as he pounded into him with a hateful intensity. Finally, with a gentle cry, he came deep inside Telamon, filling him completely. He let off a few more gentle thrusts, savoring the feeling of Telamon's tight ass milking him for every drop of his cum.

As his movements came to a halt, Builderman pulled out, his load dripping from Telamon's hole onto the sheets. He sighed, not bothering to clean up the mess, knowing he'd just have to deal with it later. Gently, he laid Telamon down, making sure the deity's weak body was comfortable and his wings weren't cramped.

"Hmmmh.. Builderrr.. Cuddle me, now.." Telamon whined, reaching for Builderman's embrace. Builderman sighed, supposing he had no choice but to comply. He wrapped his arms around Telamon, holding him close before they both drifted off to sleep, exhausted and spent.

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Don't tell anyone I told you but next chapter will be an X reader (giggles evilly)

Chapter 6: What you're really good for - Guest 1337 x Reader (REQ)

Summary:

"Holy FUCK your writing is so enchanting to read. Mayhaps I request our beloved war vet dilf x transmasculine bottom reader? Perhaps milddd choking/degredation ('this is all you're good for' ahh guest :pensive:)"
(Requested by a guest/anon user)

You guys r so sweet I love when people praise my work ahh.... don't be afraid to send me more stuff like this cause it makes me so happy!! my autistic ass will probably match your freak so throw your ideas at me!!!

I extended on this request by giving a plot - Reader is his husband, Guest has finally come back from fighting in a long, dirty war and you could only really communicate through calling every other week. Guest heard that Reader had been fucking around w another man and gets very jealous, hope that's okay!!

Notes:

I kind of feel like the wording in this got repetitive, I hope it doesn't feel as painful to read as it makes me feel to proofread ahhh... I wrote this late at night so sorry if it really is as bad as I think it is!!! I feel like it's too short also (sobs)

Reader is transmasc and is referred to as 'boy' and 'husband.' Guest is rlly jealous and possessive, breeding n all of the stuff in the summary basically!!

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You were sitting on the couch, scrolling on your phone mindlessly, eagerly awaiting your husband's, Guest 1337’s return. He had been away for months, fighting for your country, and the only connection you had was short phone calls. Today, he was finally coming home to you for good, and you couldn't contain your excitement in the slightest.

You had taken great care in preparing for his arrival. Freshly shaved, with your hair styled and even a hint of makeup, you had hesitantly embraced a touch of femininity despite your usual preference for masculinity. Your body ached with a depraved longing for his touch, craving the warmth and praise that only he could provide fulfillingly. You barely held any true resentment toward him for his absence despite how awful it made you feel, understanding the selflessness of his sacrifice for your country. It had been two weeks since your last call with him, and the distance between you felt insurmountable.

Unbeknownst to you, your husband's excitement was tinged with a different emotion. A week prior, a fellow soldier who he had known for a long time had shared that his wife told him through the phone that she saw something “concerning” while shopping. You, apparently with another man, your arm wrapped around him at the mall. This had invaded his mind with suspicions that you betrayed him and the fear that your love might have waned away since it was told to him. Yet, despite the inner turmoil, his heart raced with anticipation at the idea of seeing you after such a long time, of feeling your vulnerable body against his once more.

The knock at the door sent a jolt of excitement through you. You rushed to the door, hoping it was him, and thankfully it was. There he stood, his eyes weary but filled with a fierce affection. You embraced with him tightly and your bodies linked together, tears welling up as you inhaled his familiar scent, something that you had missed so much. 

"Oh my god, sweetheart, I missed you so fucking much. You look so beautiful," he cooed, his voice a blend of tenderness and depravity. He lifted you effortlessly, his strength battered but unyielding, and abandoned his stuff by the front door. He then shut it before he carried you to the couch, devouring your mouth in a shared, passionate kiss.

Your tears mingled together as you both melted in the intimacy of your long awaited reunion. Every attempt to pull away for air was met with his insistent pull back, his mouth claiming yours with an almost desperate hunger. You placed your hands on his chest, trying to ground yourself, but his need for you was palpable. "I need you so fucking bad. I need you now," he groaned, his hips moving against yours, the thick fabric between you serving as a barrier. 

He laid you down on the couch before crawling on top of you, but you hesitated, your voice a whimper, "B—Baby, not on the couch, please." He sighed in response, pulling you back onto his lap, a flicker of tenderness in his eyes before it was replaced by a flash of anger once he remembered what he was told of.

"So, Baby. What have you been up to while I've been gone? Meet someone new?" His voice was on edge, dangerous. You trembled, your thighs clenching as you tried to comprehend his question. "N—No.. Not really, love.. Nothing I haven't already told you about over the phone," you replied, your voice shaking, your eyes searching for understanding and wondering what the intent was behind his question.

He scoffed, pulling you close, his voice a low murmur in your ear, "Who was that man you were at the mall with last week?" The danger in his tone sent shivers down your spine. You searched your memory, recalling the day you went with a friend to get a new tattoo. But how did he know about that? "What.. What are you talking about..?! I—I was just—" you whimpered, your words cut off by his scolding voice.

"The man you were at the mall with last week! You fucking know who it is, so tell me, now!" His voice was a mix of anger and desperation, his grip on your hips tightening. 

"L—Love, I.. He's just a friend! I really really promise, I went with him so he had someone to talk to while getting a tattoo done," you cried, your voice soft and pleading. He seemed unconvinced, his gaze softening only slightly.

"Then why did you have your arm wrapped around him?! Don't fucking lie to me," he growled, his eyes dangerous. "He was just sore after the tattoo.. Please believe me.. I would never go see another man, not when I have you," you pleaded, your honesty evident. 

His gaze softened further, and he carried you to your shared bedroom, his mind blinking with the joy of being home with you once more. He then pinned you on the bed and leered over you, his body pressing down onto yours as he kissed your neck, his voice a mix of affection and sternness.

 "I'm going to make sure your body feels sick around any other man. You will be mine once more, my love." You wanted to object, to tell him you had always been his, but his actions left no room for words. He slowly pulled your shirt up, exposing your skin, his lips trailing kisses across your stomach. "Can I touch you, baby?" he asked, his voice tender yet demanding.

You bit your lip, tears welling up as you nodded. He smiled, his hands roaming your body, ripping your shirt in half, his scarred hands squeezing your chest, his mouth capturing a nipple, sucking and groaning. He moved to the other, his breath hot against your skin, his hands nudging at the waistband of your pants. "Are you sure you want this, baby? If you want to wait until later, we can. I'm sorry, I need you so fuckin' badly," he murmured, his voice gentle yet insistent.

You nodded, your voice shaky with desire, "Y—Yyes.. I.. I need you too, baby." He quickly removed your pants, his eyes roaming over your delicate body, his voice a whisper, "God, you're so fucking beautiful. I've missed you so much." His hands and mouth explored every inch of you, his touch both tender and demanding.

He pulled your panties to the side, his fingers tracing the delicate folds, teasing and exploring. You were long ago incredibly wet, your body responding to his touch with desperate need. He slipped a finger inside, feeling your tightness, your readiness. "Fuck, you're so tight, so ready for me," he growled, his voice a mix of admiration and possession. 

He pulled his digit out, knowing you could take him, and knowing you were only made for him. He fidgeted with the belt of his pants before he let his desperate length spring free, even the feeling of his dick being exposed to the open hurting, he needed to feel you.

As he eventually began to enter you, his voice was a growl, "This is all you're good for, isn't it? To be mine, to be claimed by me, and only me." His hands gripped your hips, his thrusts deep and unyielding, his voice a mix of passion and loving cruelty. "You're mine, do you understand? Mine to fill up, and only mine to claim." 

His words sent a shiver through you, a mix of fear and depraved desire, your body responding to his every touch, his every possessive word. He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear, "You want to be my good boy, don’t you? Take it all. Take every inch of me."

He wrapped his hand around your neck and choked you gently, his grip firm yet tender, his voice a low rumble, "Look at you, so fucking helpless, so fuckin’ beautiful. You're mine, and you'll always be mine." 

His thrusts became more intense, his body pressing against yours, his voice a growl, shaking and stuttering with lust. “I’m g'nna fill you with my babies, you’re g'nna be mine.. Always..! You will never go fucking around with someone else again.” His words, his actions, his very presence consumed you entirely, leaving you breathless and wanting more, and just like how he wants, completely his. You felt dizzy as you struggled for oxygen, and once he noticed, he loosened his strong grip.

His movements became more erratic, his body tensing up with each strong thrust. "Fuck, you feel so good, so tight around me. You’re perfect for my fuckin’ dick. Made to be used, hm?" he teased, his voice a mix of depraved pleasure and possession. "I'm going to fill you up, mark you as mine.. Now." he groaned, voice breaking, a low growl. 

You could feel his cum spurting into your desperate, shaking body, his own body shuddering with release, his voice a low groan, "That's it, take it all, take every fucking drop for me..!" He collapsed on top of you for a moment from the intensity of his orgasm, his body heavy and sated, his breath hot against your skin.

 "You're mine. All mine. Absolutely pathetic," he murmured, his voice a soft promise, a claim that left absolutely no room for doubt. You couldn’t even count how many times you’ve cum, so dizzy you could barely form a coherent thought.

But he wasn't done yet. His body stirred again, his need for you suddenly renewing with an overwhelming intensity. He pulled out before flipping you over onto your stomach, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you back against him. "You're not done yet, are you, my sweet boy? Because I’m definitely not done with you," he growled, his voice a mix of dominance and affection. 

He entered your leaking cunt from behind, slow before increasing, his thrusts deep and his voice low, "I'm going to breed you again, fill you up over and over until you're overflowing with my cum. Wouldn’t you love that? To be my cumslut?"

All you could reply with were weak whines and mumbles, your hair and face a dishevelled mess. His movements were fierce, his body pressing against yours, his voice a needy growl as he pressed your face into the bed, "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it again, sweetheart." 

You could feel his seed spilling into you again, his body shuddering with release, his voice a low groan, "That's it, take all of me, take every fucking drop." He collapsed on top of you, his body heavy and finally seemed to be sated, his breath hot against your skin. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a soft promise, words that left no room for doubt at all.

He pulled out, turning you around to face him, his hands roaming your body, squeezing and caressing possessively. "You're so fucking beautiful, so fucking mine," he whispered, his voice a mix of admiration and possession. He kissed your cheek lovingly before he laid your body down gently, letting your head rest against the pillows. 

As you laid there, your body aching and your desire fulfilled at last, you knew that you were always his, completely and utterly his. His words, his touch, his very presence had marked you, finally claimed you, and you wouldn't have it any other way. His perfect husband, his sweet cumslut. Even if it’s all you’re good for. 

Your loving husband embraced you tightly and hold you against his chest. You teared up and clung back to him, wishing this moment could last forever.

Notes:

Please send me more x readerss they're my favourite to write!!

I know I've been slow and lacking on replying to requests, I've seen them I promise and I'm very grateful, please keep 'em coming!!!

Hope you enjoyed my schlop lolll!!!

Chapter 7: To Heal a Broken Heart - Gasharpoon x reader (REQ)

Summary:

This was requested by a friend!! I promise I'll get back to ao3 requests after this LOL.

Since they're the one who requested this, I made it sort of tailored to their kinks and stuff. Which are slightly more extreme compared to the other stuff I've uploaded on here, and in the notes are all of the major warnings!!
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The plot is that the reader, looking to escape their old life, was unfortunate enough to end up on Gasharpoon's ship, to where he fell in love with them at first sight, believing he had found his soulmate. He threw in some light flirting at the beginning, but his obsession became more and more extreme until he ended up using a sedative to make them pass out before abducting them! he takes them away on his ship to his home, and then he manipulates them into letting him claim their body.

Other notes: reader is AFAB but only gender neutral terms are used. Gasharpoon's left arm is a prosthetic one and his right one is normal. I will probably continue this path for JD x reader smut cause I don't think anyone wants a spike hand shoved up their pussy LMAO. Nothing is said about his legs though.

I hope there is someone else out there who enjoys this kinky shit (heartbroken emoji)

Notes:

Notes/warnings: Reader is injected with a sedative twice which also makes their body weak. Gasharpoon presents very unhealthy behaviour and he's really obsessive. Consent is given but Gasharpoon kinda eases them into it with manipulation. Though, the reader is shown to enjoy the sex despite their resentment. The reader is kind of stupid, vulnerable, and hinted at to be unloved/depressed/has a "broken heart." Breeding and heavy degrading, corruption, "This is all you'll be good for from now on."

I'm kinda unhappy with how this turned out, but I think my friend will like it even if I and nobody else do LOL. That's all that completely matters I suppose. Somewhat poorly proofread, I got tired ngl.

Be aware of the sensitive themes and enjoy!!!

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The day started like any other typical day, the sun casting a warm glow over the city streets. You had boarded Gasharpoon's ship, eager for an adventure and a chance to escape the monotony of your life, to move to someplace where you would have new opportunities.

Gasharpoon, with his charismatic smile, had seemed like the perfect captain. His ship was a haven of comfort, and you found yourself drawn to him, the way he would look at you among the crowd of others looking to start a new life. During your time on board, you had fallen for him, his charm and care seemingly genuine, but you passed it off as a temporary crush, knowing you had no chance with him. 

When you finally disembarked, you thought your time with him was over at last. But Gasharpoon had other plans. He had fallen in love with you, and his obsession had managed to grow into something consuming. He had long began to stalk you, his presence a constant shadow in your life which you would occasionally notice. You just assumed that it was some sort of coincidence, but it became strange.

One day, as you casually walked home from the store with a bag of food in your hand, you felt a prick stab into your hip. The world spun, and sleep almost immediately claimed you, even as you tried to resist it. When you awoke, you were on Gasharpoon's ship once again, your ankles and wrists tied with thin rope. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the gentle lapping of water against the hull of the ship. You were suddenly a captive, and there was no escape. You couldn’t even speak, your vocal cords were too weak for words. The rope binding your wrists and ankles were also thin but strong,  and despite you using all of your strength, you couldn’t loosen it. 

Gasharpoon entered the room, his eyes alight with a mixture of joy and insanity. "Welcome home, my love," he murmured happily, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek. "I've brought you to a place where we can be together, forever. Just you and me, like it was always meant to be. I know you have questions, so I’ll tell you, my love! You see, I've been watching you, protecting you, ever since you stepped onto my ship. Your beauty has drawn me to you. I knew you were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you, my love. My soulmate.” His voice was happy and trembling, not fazed in the slightest by the fear in your eyes.

You tried to speak again, to protest, but his grip tightened harshly, and you felt another sudden stab in your hip. The world spun, and darkness claimed you again, against your will.

When you awoke, you were in a room that was unfamiliar. The wood floor beneath you was polished to a shine, and the curtains, thick and heavy, blocked out any hint of the outside world. Gasharpoon had truly created a prison of his own making.  Gasharpoon was waiting for you to draw awake this time, beaming once he saw you gain consciousness, still too weak to move properly.

He untied your restraints, his movements gentle yet firm. You tried to move, but your limbs ached, protesting once you tried to free yourself. He scooped you up effortlessly, carrying you into an expensive bed. The opulence of the room was lost on you, your mind still reeling from the events that had led you here.

Gasharpoon gently laid your trembling, weak body onto his bed, a wicked smile playing across his lips as he loomed over you. "Aren't you just the sweetest little captive, my angel?" he mumbled happily, his voice dripping with obsession. "I expected a bit more of a fight from you, love. But then again, you're just a fragile little dove, aren't you? So easily used, so easily conquered. Don’t worry, sweet. I’ll heal you, my love. I’ll heal that broken heart of yours."
You whimpered beneath him, the bitter taste of defeat lingering on your trembling lips. You wanted to lash out, to find the perfect retort, but your mind was a blank canvas, unable to form anything strong.

"Shut up.. You're.. You're fucking filthy. You don't own me.." Your voice was weak, but the words felt like a slight victory, a small rebellion against his confident dominance.

Gasharpoon's response was swift and unreadable, and he paused for a moment. His prosthetic hand held your hip tightly, while his other hand cupped your cheek before slapping you gently. The force of the blow made you whimper in pain, pathetic but still defiant.

"You're beautiful, my angel. Absolutely divine.. And now, you'll be mine. Forever," he whispered, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and possessive, as if he hadn’t just slapped you.

Despite your disgust, you felt a spark of something else, a longing that you couldn't understand. His touch was both comforting and a curse, and you found yourself craving more through your bitterness, even as you hated yourself for it.

He leaned back, his eyes softening as he gazed into yours with a feigned tenderness. "I know this is overwhelming, my love," he cooed, his voice an affectionate caress. "But you don't need to worry. I'm not angry at you my love, not at all. Aren't I just the sweetest, my precious? I went through all this trouble, kidnapped you, brought you here, all for your own good. Your broken heart is what lead you to me. I want to heal you, to make you whole again. You don't need to resist, baby. Just let go and let me take care of you."

His words were soothing, gentle, and persuasive, seeping into your mind like a seductive poison. Despite the resentment that simmered beneath the surface, a part of you began to unravel for him, to surrender to the warmth of his touch. You felt yourself easing into his comfortable embrace, your body betraying your mind as it yearned for his safety, even though he was the danger.

He locked his gaze with yours, his eyes eating into your soul, searching for any flicker of resistance or desire since you didn’t reply. You felt your cheeks flush, your breath hitch, as his intense scrutiny made you squirm. You tried to look away, to escape the vulnerability, but his strong hands gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his stare once more as he admired you like a toy.

Your heart hammered against your ribcage, Each throb sent waves of anger and warmth coursing through your body, a torturous reminder of your powerlessness to him. Despite the turmoil within you, a perverse part of you craved the warmth of his affection, yearned for his approval. You wanted him to love you, to consume you, to make you his in every sense of the word, even as you slightly despised yourself after how he took advantage of you. 

"Please.. Please, my captain. Will you touch me more..?" The words tumbled from your lips, a plea that you never thought you would utter.

Gasharpoon's eyes lit up with joy. "Of course, my sweet. Look at you, so obedient.. Obedient captives like you deserve to feel good. You know, from the moment you stepped onto my ship, I knew you were meant for me.” He began to tease his finger down your bare skin. “Your vulnerability, your beauty, it all drew me to you. I watched you, protected you, even when you didn't know it. I've been following you, making sure no one else could have you. You're mine, and you could never have it any other way.."

His lips trailed down your neck, his tongue leaving a path of danger in its wake. You squirmed, your thighs pressing together as shameful arousal washed over you. It was humiliating, this submissive reaction to his touch, but you were absolutely powerless to stop it.

"Sweetheart, please let me claim you.. I'm the only one who matters, only me! I'll never let you be taken by anyone else.." His voice was demanding, bordering on desperate, and you felt a small moment of something that shamefully might have been pity.

You nodded weakly, your hesitation evident in your expression. Gasharpoon frowned, unsatisfied. "No. Tell me that you want it, tell me now. Admit that you belong to me, that you've always belonged to me. Say it, or I'll make you regret it." His voice was dangerous, desperate, and your body ached with fear.

"Please.. Please, just take me, I’m yours.." The words were torn from your throat, and you felt him harden more against you, his desire evident.

“That’s my good angel..” He praised, pressing a kiss to your sore cheek. He finally removed your clothes with care, his eyes roaming over your body with a hunger that was feral. You lay there, vulnerable and exposed, as he undid his belt and freed himself. The sight of him, dick throbbing with filthy arousal, sent a shiver down your spine.

He teased his tip against your heat, the sensation both torturous and exquisite. You squirmed, your body betraying you as it responded submissively to his touch.

"I'm sorry, baby. I planned to wait some time, but.. I need to have you now! You see, I've been waiting for this moment for so long. Ever since you left my ship, I've been following you, protecting you. You're mine, and I won't let anyone else have you. I've taken care of you, watched over you, and now, you'll finally understand how much I love you." His voice was raw and passionate, manipulative tears in his eyes as if he truly felt bad for giving into his selfish desires. His voice became hoarse with depravity, and you felt a rush of wetness between your legs, your body preparing for what was to inevitably come.

He pushed you back onto the bed, his face burrowing between your legs. His tongue lashed out, licking and sucking at your most intimate place. You cried out, overstimulated and overwhelmed, but he showed no mercy, his tongue and eventually fingers working in tandem to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. He began to speak, his tone desperate and hungry.

"You will learn, baby.." He groaned, his words muffled against your wet flesh. "You are mine now.. You could never have it any other way.. Because I deserve you, and you need me! I've taken care of you, watched over you, and now, you'll finally understand how much I love you. You're broken, and I'm the only one who can heal you. No one else can give you what I can." His tone sounded genuine rather than evil, his voice vibrating against your leaking cunt.

His fingers pumped in and out of you, his stamina unrelenting as he brought you to the edge of release. You cried out, your body convulsing as inevitable waves of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you a whiny, teary mess.

He pulled away, his fingers glistening with your filthy arousal. He sucked them clean subsequently, his eyes filled with lust and hunger. “G’nna make you mine now, baby. This precious body of yours will finally be full of my cum..”

He spat onto his length, stroking it before positioning it at your sore entrance. You felt a jolt of fear, but it was overshadowed by a strange sense of anticipation. As he pushed in, you cried out, the sensation of being stretched both disgustingly painful and pleasurable.

Gasharpoon soothed you with gentle strokes on your clit and whispered words of love, his body moving in a rhythm that was both gentle and demanding. You clung to him, your nails digging into his scarred skin as you endured the waves of pleasure and pain.

Gasharpoon's fingers danced over your most sensitive spot, his touch both tender and commanding, as he whispered words of twisted affection into your ear. His body moved against yours in a rhythm that was both gentle and demanding, a dance of dominance and submission. You clung to him, your nails biting into his scarred flesh, as waves of pleasure and pain crashed over you, leaving you breathless and aching.

"Tell me you love me," he demanded, his voice an insistent whisper, laced with desperate emotion. "Tell me you've always loved me. Admit that you belong to me, that you've always belonged to me. Say it, say it!"

You stammered, your voice barely a whisper, too physically weak to become as strong as his. "I-I... I love you. I always have."

A relieved, yet unsatisfied smile played across his lips. "You've always been mine! Made for me, to serve me, to be my fucking toy. This is your purpose now, to be bred, marked, ruined for anyone else. I'll fill you until your cunt is so full of my babies you can't walk straight. You'll be swollen, and forever changed. No one else will ever want you after I'm done with you. You'll be mine, and mine alone, a pathetic, desperate mess of a slut, utterly dependent on me to continue to love you. Doesn’t that sound nice, my sweet?" His words were confident, but strained with the weight of his pleasure, with the way your cunt squeezed his big length so tightly. You could only cry, cumming around his dick like a mere toy.

He continued to move inside you, his pace increasing and his body tensing as he chased his own release. You could feel him swelling, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his grip on you tightening desperately. With a final, depraved thrust, he spilled himself inside you, his groans of pleasure mingling with your own cries of ecstasy.

As he slightly collapsed on top of you, his breath coming in ragged gasps, he pulled you close, his arm wrapping around you protectively as his dick stayed sheathed inside. "You're mine now, forever. I'll protect you and heal you. No one else can give you what I can. You're safe with me, always."

You gazed away, your mind a whirl of conflicting emotions and your eyes forming tears, and his hand snapped out, slapping you across the face. "Look at me," he growled, his eyes flashing with possession. "You're mine, and you'll never fucking forget it. Do you understand?

You whimpered, your voice shaking, "Y-yes, I understand. I'm yours."

He materialized back on top of you, his body covering yours, his erection pressing deep inside of you. "I'll never let you go," he whispered, his voice a dark, desperate promise. "You're my captive, my love. This is your purpose now, to be mine, to serve me. You were made for this, made for me. I'll make sure no other man ever looks at you without seeing my claim on you."

With those words, he began to claim you again, his length moving into your body, his possession complete and utter, leaving you broken, inevitably his. Your moans were strained and weak, pathetic, a mere echo of his, as you stuttered and shook beneath him, your will crumbling under the weight of his obsession. Your cries of pleasure could barely be heard over his, your eyesight becoming blurry with tears and lust. His hips stuttered and he came deep inside of you once again, your own cunt sputtering your last orgasm.

You lay there, your body sated and your mind a mix of conflicted emotions. You were now his captive, his obsession, but in his arms, you felt a strange sense of false safety. Gasharpoon had claimed you completely, and you knew that you would never be free from him again. But in that moment, as he held you close, soft length still inside of you, you couldn't help but feel that maybe he was right. Maybe he was the only one who could heal your broken heart.

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed!!!

Requests are still open now, so throw your ideas at me please!!
Pspspspspspsps go check out my girlfriend's doublefedora stuff: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67754066/chapters/175165721

(Shhhhh. Don't tell anyone I told you, but the next chapter will either be 1xazuretime or 007n7/guest1337 smut.)

Chapter 8: Where Curiosity Dwells, it Leads to Pleasure - Militaryknowledge (REQ)

Summary:

"MILITARYKNOWLEDGE!!
Info 007:
- had horns and tail
- sensitive
- trans! afab
Info 1337:
- gentle and patience
- the one who overstimulate 07
- loves getting praise by him
- 007n7 didnt he was that sensitive (touch starved likely)
This happen during their round which 007 found 1337 injured that he offer the med to him, round bout to end and thats where he found his curiosity to his tail and horn which made him make a sound that 1337 caught off guard.
- 1337 due to likely been forsakened (for how long yet he still his family) unexpectedly he had fond to him, which he wanna know more about him and that leads to plot”
(Req by @201SHEETUP)

Thank you for being so supportive of my fics I really appreciate it!! While I don't dislike this ship, I've never thoroughly considered their dynamic, so thank you for the extra HCs and stuff :) Also me and my lover saw your art together it's so sweet!

So I added to the plot. I was unable to really figure out a way to properly mention Guest's backstory, so I just left it out, sorry if that was an important element to you!! Running out of characters so the rest is in notes.

Notes:

This was supposed to be published earlier but I am starting marching band soon and had some stuff going on, so sorry for the short delay!!

The plot is a little short and rushed!! I hope it's still up to your standards nonetheless. I think all I'm good for is writing smut (LMAO) but I hate writing it without a plot. It honestly just feels uncanny to me.

So I added to the request - Guest touching 7n7's horns triggers a sexual stimulant in his body and he goes into heat, (I'm sorry if you aren't into that, requestor!! sobs) you know what happens after that.
I kind of realized just now I forgot to include 7n7 verbally praising guest (frowns, disappointed with myself) but guest is shown to enjoy his pleasure.

Notes/warnings: 007n7/7n7 and guest 1337/guest are used interchangeably, 007n7 is a trans man, guest is cis, 007n7 is mentioned to have healed scars on his arms one time but that's it, 7n7 is weak/wounded and doesn't speak much honestly (he's embarrassed/ashamed too,) guest heals him cause he refuses to heal himself. some humping against guest's thigh, pussy eating and then p in v, degrading and praise but it's pretty light. They also don't really have an established relationship, this is shown to be their first time having sex together.

Hope you enjoy!!!

In the unforgiving nature of their game, 007n7 and Guest 1337 found themselves in a world where survival was a constant struggle, and 007n7 carried the constant weight and reminder of his past as a terrorist and hacker, as well as the burden of his son's evil transformation after disappearing. On top of this, he was shunned by most of the other survivors for everything he’d done. Guest 1337, not really knowing him, felt curious about him from the moment they entered this hell together.

As a new round began, the game's cruel killer left 007n7 severely wounded, his body pained and suffering. Guest 1337, ever the vigilant protector, rushed to his side, his stern gaze softened by concern as he tried to give him a med kit. 

"Guest, just... give this to someone else. I brought this upon myself," 007n7 coughed weakly, his voice broken with pain. Guest cupped his cheek, his touch a soothing comfort even as blood gushed from his body.

"No, sweetheart. You don’t deserve to be in this condition, nobody does. If you don’t heal yourself, I’ll take care of you instead," he said sternly, his voice a gentle command.

Guest's hands moved with practiced efficiency, stitching up the wounds that covered 007n7's skin. As he tended to the smaller man, Guest noticed the white, healed scars that covered his body. His heart ached with a mixture of sadness and admiration, but he kept quiet.

Once the wounds were tended to, Guest began to clean the blood from 007n7's body, his actions a tender act of care and devotion. 007n7, unaccustomed to such gentleness, felt his heart pound with a mixture of awe and vulnerability. "Thank... You..." he mumbled, tears welling up in his eyes, a silent testament to the depth of his gratitude.

Guest's gentle tone wrapped around him like a warm embrace. "Don’t thank me. I just care for you. I can’t handle seeing you so fucked up." His words were soothing, a promise of protection and affection in a hell that had given 007n7 little of either.

As Guest dabbed the blood from 007n7's horns, the smaller man let out a shudder, a silent plea for more. Guest, realizing the sensitivity of his horns, stopped for a moment. Seeing that he wasn’t in pain, though, he figured that he hadn’t done anything wrong. 

"You’re so sweet. I hope you know that. I don’t hate you, 007n7. You don’t deserve to die, just like the rest of us don't, too." His touch on 007n7's horn sent involuntary waves of pleasure through the man, leaving him shamefully wet and aching with need as his heart throbbed from the tenderness of Guest 1337's words.

007n7's eyes glistened with tears, a mix of shame and desire. Guest, noticing the pleasure in his gaze, caused curiosity and affection to drive him to stroke 007n7's horns and tail in tandem, eliciting desperate cries and whimpers from the smaller man. 007n7's body squirmed beneath his touch, an action of ecstasy and vulnerability.

"Ggh—Guest!! I.. It’s.. I’m..!" 007n7 sobbed, his eyes rolling back as he suddenly came untouched just from the simple affection, his cunt clenching around nothing. Guest, surprised by the intensity, realized the depth of 007n7's sensitivity. 

"7n7, you’re incredibly sensitive, aren’t you, sweet?" he asked gently, his voice a mix of awe and tenderness, not having realized that he came. 007n7's lip quivered, his eyes darting away with shame before he hesitantly nodded.

The pheromones that began to suddenly wash over Guest were intoxicating, a sweet scent that drew him closer. 007n7, realizing he was going into heat, tried to distance himself, but the pull was too strong for him to resist. Guest, not knowing about demon anatomy but recognizing the sweet scent and why 7n7 was emitting it, pulled 007n7 onto his lap. "Sweetheart, I know you haven’t been touched like this in a long time. But I’m not going to leave you desperate like this, not when it’s my fault that I made you like this…"

7n7 whimpered, gently grinding himself against Guest’s thigh, feeling guilty for his body's reaction despite how it wasn’t his fault. "Y-you don’t have to.." he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. Guest frowned, his tone sultry yet affectionate. "That’s not what I asked, sweetheart. Can’t you be a good boy and listen?"

7n7 shuddered, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and lust. Guest's hand on his hip encouraged the movements, pulling him down harder as he admired him despite his teasing words, causing 7n7 to whimper and shudder pathetically. His tail curled around Guest’s body, a silent plea from his body for more.

Guest, enjoying 7n7's sweet noises, stopped his movements suddenly. "I’m not going to make you cum like this, angel. You deserve better," he reprimanded sternly. 007n7 whimpered, impatient and weakly continuing to grind his hips without guidance, desperate for anything.

"Please, my sweet.. Can I take your pants off?" he asked gently, his hands already moving to undo the belt. It was almost mocking, though his voice was gentle, poking fun at 7n7 for the way his hips moved relentlessly.

"P—Pplease," 7n7 whined, his hips slowing down and grinding up as Guest undid his belt and pulled down his jeans. He felt exposed in his boxers, but the moment was too intense to care. Guest's teasing touch across 7n7's sensitive skin caused him to whine and writhe for more attention, eyes darting to the bulge in Guest’s underwear.

Guest, done undressing himself, switched positions effortlessly, pinning 7n7 under him with strong hands. He began to remove 7n7’s underwear, discarding the filthy wet fabric. Digging his face between 7n7's soft thighs without thought, he lapped at the smaller man’s clit, tasting his arousal while causing more to leak out.

7n7 cried and bucked his hips, unable to get enough. Guest’s nose occasionally bumped against his clit, sending uncontrollable waves of ecstasy through his sensitive body. His tail wrapped around Guest’s head, holding him against his needy pussy. 7n7 struggled desperately to stay quiet, clasping a hand around his mouth.

Guest, noticing his muffled noises, growled with disapproval, pulling away and making 7n7 whine at the loss of pleasure. He grabbed the man’s wrists and held them together, his expression making him look like he was drunk off of his cunt, just wanting to dig his face back in. "Be a good boy for me. Don’t fight it.." he mumbled before digging back into 7n7’s cunt, licking and sucking.

7n7, overcome with pleasure, arched his back and panted before cumming hard. Guest groaned with approval, licking up his cum and using his free hand to guide 7n7’s hips against his mouth. 7n7 began to cry once Guest kept going after his hard orgasm, sobbing and squirming from the overstimulation.

Guest, paying no mind to 7n7's pleas, continued his relentless assault, the noises of his sucking and satisfied moaning filling the air. 7n7 cried desperately, attempting to release his hands from Guest’s grip. When Guest felt this, he gave 7n7 a piercing, threatening stare, still not pulling away from his cunt as he continued to dig in like a starved man.

7n7 let out a loud cry, thighs trembling with the weight of getting close. Once he was on the verge of ecstasy, Guest pulled away, licking 7n7’s taste off of his lips. "Not again, sweetheart. Not after you squirmed like a brat," his voice was low and punishing, and 7n7’s eyes filled with more tears.

"I’m.. ‘m sorry.." he whimpered weakly, spreading his legs like a whore. Guest held back a smile, freeing his dick from the confines of his underwear. 7n7’s eyes became big once he realized how big his length really was, erect and leaking.

"Think you can take me, angel? Think you can make me feel good?" Guest’s voice was teasing, but from the way his dick throbbed for attention, he was seemingly just as depraved. 7n7 shuddered before nodding hesitantly, his eyes glossed with tears.

Guest grabbed his chin once again. "Say it, love. I need to hear that pretty voice of yours." His praise made 7n7 shudder, eyes full of tears and love. "Please, Guest.. Take all of me, just be gentle.." His voice was desperate, careless, just wanting his heat to dissipate.

Guest's length slid into 007n7’s wet cunt slowly, inch by inch, allowing him to adjust to the invasion. 007n7's eyes rolled back, his mouth forming a silent "O" as he felt the stretch of his cunt being ripped open. Guest paused, giving him time to acclimate, his hands gently caressing 007n7's sides in an attempt to soothe the discomfort.

"Breathe, sweetheart. Let me in," Guest murmured, his voice a soothing warmth. 007n7 took a deep breath, his body relaxing ever so slightly, allowing Guest to slowly push in deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that left the smaller man gasping.

Guest began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. 007n7 met each movement with a whimper, his nails digging into Guest's back, leaving marks of his own.

"Guest... please... more," 007n7 begged, his voice a desperate, pitiful plea. Guest complied with a satisfied groan, increasing the pace, his dick hitting all the right spots. 007n7's body responded, his cunt clenching around Guest's dick, milking him for all he was worth. “You’re such a good boy, 7n7. So fucking warm, you’re fuckin’ perfect for me..” Guest’s voice soothed and cracked with pleasure, weak as his dick became covered in 7n7’s warm, filthy arousal.

The area slowly filled with the sounds of their passion, the slap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of their union, and the desperate cries of pleasure that came from 7n7’s shaky lips. Guest's hands roamed 007n7's body, touching, teasing, claiming, yet still affectionate and loving. He moved his hands up and rubbed 007n7's nipples, eliciting a cry of pleasure and pain from the overstimulation. He then moved one to rub his delicate little tail, causing 7n7’s eyes to roll back like a common whore being broken in.

"Cum for me, angel. Let me feel you cum around me," Guest commanded, his voice a low growl. 007n7's body responded almost immediately with a loud cry from his lips, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his cunt still clenching around Guest's thick length.

Guest groaned, admiring 007n7's submissive expression, his own release following close behind. He filled 007n7 with his cum with a loud groan, 7n7’s cunt squelching and squeezing tight. They lay there together, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. Guest's arms wrapped around 007n7, a lingering promise of protection.

In Guest’s embrace, 007n7 felt a sense of peace he had never really known. Guest's arms stayed wrapped around him, giving him no chance at escape, making him accept to comfort. Together, they finally found a fragment of solace. Their connection was a defiance against the cruelty of their world, and a hope that maybe love still can exist in hell, deep within all of the chaos and violence.

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed!! I know it's pretty mid but I tried!!! I will probably think on their dynamic more and if I get more requests for them in the future, write for them again.

Requests are still open!! Please throw your ideas at me, I am very open to nearly anything!!
Like I said on the previous chapter I've seen all of your comments and requests I'm just bad and slow with responding.. I WANT MOREEEE. (Wiggling my toes around excitedly) some of you guys match my freak too much.

Go check out requestor's art. It's really worth your time, it's so sweet: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67530136/chapters/174526841

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Chapter 9: Love's Second Chance - 1xazuretime (REQ)

Summary:

"Hello author!!
Could I request a 1x x Two Time x Azure fic?
Cream pie, size diff, uh double penetration in one hole, tentacle play, uhhh idk polyamory... Yeah
He/him for Azure and 1x, They/Them for Two Time.
(this takes place after they got forsakened)
Basically, before this Two Time had a relationship with Chance. They were lovey-dovey. They started dating because Azure, as a new killer, decided to date 1x and Two Time got rlly lonely and Chance was there to comfort him.
But then, they broke up due to Chance losing feelings and moving on and Two Time understanding and they went their own ways, still close friends.
Then we find out that 1x and Azure had been really jealous of Chance and still thought they were dating because of how close they are.
During a round, Azure went to Two Time and told them to meet them at the forest after the round was over.
Two Time hesitantly goes there and meets them and is like "what is it" and they're like "we hate your bf" and before Two Time can explain themself they go bang bang bang
And in the end they did aftercare and Two Time managed to explain to them and passed out due to exhaustion"

(Requested by guest user)

Notes:

I rarely get requests that are this detailed, I really appreciate it!
I changed the plot revolving around Two Time dating Chance because I personally can't really see them being a thing and didn't feel like going far into their dynamic. Hope you don't mind.. Not judging people who ship Two Time and Chance, it's just not my thing.

Instead, Two Time finds out about Azure being with 1x and tries to make him jealous by getting close to Chance when he's the killer. Azure becomes really sour about it!!
You also didn't specify, so I made them all amab, I feel like dp would make more sense with Two Time having male genitalia anyways (VERY OPEN TO TMASC TWO TIME THOUGH.) Two Time is nb with they/them used, and 1x is genderfluid with he/him used just for ease of writing.

Notes/warnings: this is poorly proofread I am sorry, 1x is meannnn mean, 1x calls Two Time's dick a pussy in a mocking way, Azure is also mean but is nicer, Two Time lowkey gets cucked before they fuck them no shame, Azure uses fingers and a tentacle to prepare Two Time, Azure uses his tentacle and 1x's dick to shut Two Time up, they all love eachother but 1x is an attention whore, manipulation if you squint, everything in the request basically. Also Azure's dick is mentioned to be girthier but 1x's is longer and has more visible veins :P

Hope you enjoy!!!

Two Time and Chance were inseparable, their bond so profound that survivors often mistook them for lovers. Yet, their connection was one of deep friendship, forged through shared experiences of being transgender and their unusual backgrounds. They found solace in each other's company, never desiring more than the comfort of friendship in their harsh reality in the depths of hell.

Azure, Two Time's ex-lover, had met a gruesome end at their dagger before being reborn in hell shortly after them, a sacrifice to their religious beliefs. Hearing rumors of Two Time and Chance's romantic involvement, Azure felt a bitter resentment fester within him. Had he really endured death and rebirth as a monstrous entity in hell only for Two Time to discard him for a wealthy stranger? The thought gnawed at him, even though he hadn't yet approached Two Time to rekindle their relationship.

Azure's bitterness was fueled by a deeper truth. Shedletsky, enjoying bothering 1x, had stumbled upon the couple in an intimate embrace, Azure's distinctive tentacles wrapped around 1x’s body. This revelation surprised the survivors and caused Two Time to spiral into a storm of bitter emotions. To mask their inner turmoil, Two Time pretended to be romantically involved with Chance, hoping to make Azure feel as upset as they did.

Two Time yearned for the comfort and affection that once defined their relationship with Azure, even as they clung desperately to their dagger each night, haunted by the lingering scent of their former lover. When Azure eventually approached Two Time after seeing them running into Chance’s arms, his distorted voice invited them to a sudden meeting in the forest once the round was over, causing Two Time's heart to race with a mix of trepidation and fear.

As Two Time ventured into the forest, they found Azure and 1x waiting, their expressions grave. The lantern's dim light cast eerie shadows, making it harder to see them. Azure's wet tentacles suddenly ensnared Two Time, eliciting a shudder and wrapping around their stomach to pull them close to his cold, once-warm embrace. "Ah, they're finally here," Azure taunted, his voice laced with malice. 1x, with a cruel grin, leered at the struggling survivor.

"Oh, and they look pathetic as always. Look at how they're squirming, but they know they want it," 1x mocked, grabbing Two Time's chin. "Isn't that right, Two Time?"

Two Time emitted a submissive whimper, their eyes clenched shut. "What...?! What do you two want?! Stop behaving like an impure.. Pervert, and tell me what's going on!" They cried, their voice trembling with a mix of fear and vulnerability.

1x scoffed at the accusation, his grip tightening on Two Time's cheek. "Watch that tongue of yours, backstabber. You wouldn't like for me and your old 'friend' to make this dirtier than what's needed, hm?" His voice was threatening, tinged with a perverse playfulness.

Azure's anger slowly simmered as he spoke, his tentacles tightening around Two Time. "Come on, Two Time. Don't be a coward. I could crush you right now. I can always hear those disgusting cries of yours when you look at that other bitch. I'm sure he's the reason you're such a pussy now, crying in his arms like you're some doll."

1x, ever the instigator, cut off Two Time's attempt to respond. "We know what you really are, Two Time. You're a slut, aren't you? Can't handle a life without dick, even if you have to betray your lover a second time. You're disgusting." His voice escalated with hatred, culminating in a harsh slap across Two Time's cheek, causing them to whimper in pain.

Azure, his shame nearly forgotten, held Two Time tightly against his chest, their body ensnared by his strong tentacles. Despite their fear, Two Time found a moment of comfort in Azure's embrace, a strange contrast to the terror that gripped them. “Aa—Aazu..” They shuddered, but Azure didn’t hear them.

As they were pinned down on Azure's bed, 1x secured their wrists and ankles with sturdy metal chains. "Stay still, you fucking slut. Be grateful for our mercy," 1x growled, his nails digging firmly into Two Time's flesh, causing them to wince in pain.

Once bound, Azure positioned Two Time so they could see the two killers clearly, unable to move except for the trembling of their limbs. "Two Time, we can provide you with everything you could ever want... Much more than anything that dirty gambler could ever offer," Azure said, his voice a mix of anger and longing. As he avoided Two Time's gaze, his focus shifted to 1x, helping him regain his composure.

"B—Bbut— Chance just—" Two Time tried to explain, but Azure silenced them with a tentacle, forcing them to sputter and gasp. "Quiet, Two Time. We will listen to your pity later. For now, you'll just watch, and you'll learn."

Azure and 1x sat with Azure practically on his lap, their hands already busy freeing their lengths from the confines of their pants. Azure's length was thick and throbbing, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip, a clear sign of his desperate need for touch. 1x's, in contrast, was longer, the veins bulging prominently.

Two Time, bound and helpless, couldn't suppress the hard-on that betrayed their body's fearful response. Despite their whimpers, they were utterly ignored as Azure and 1x began to rut their dicks against each other, their hips moving like animals. Azure's moans were deep and gentle, a stark contrast to 1x's depraved growls, which were fierce and eager, a clear indication of his lust.

Azure, his eyes glazed with desire, slowly moved one of his slimy tentacles to wrap around both of their hard lengths, tightening and stroking with a skillful precision. Two Time shuddered, the sensation of the tentacle halfway down their throat only shamefully intensifying their arousal. They felt their own length leaking, a pathetic display of their uncontrollable desire. In that moment, they yearned to replace the tentacle with their own touch, to make Azure and 1x moan, to feel their bodies writhe with pleasure.

"Oh, our little toy is wet for us, Azure. Look, their pussy is fucking drooling," 1x taunted, his voice laced with cruel mockery. "You're pathetic, you know that? Begging for our touch like a needy bitch. Always so desperate, aren't you, Two Time? Just like when you used to sneak into Azure's room at night, begging for his affection. Remember that, you filthy slut?"

Azure, eyes softening at the memory that he shared with 1x some time ago and spotting the inevitable bulge straining against Two Time's pants, knew he couldn't hold back much longer at the current pace. Despite 1x's groan of objection, he slowed down, savoring the anticipation.

"See, Two Time? You're filthy, just like us. You aren't only a slut, but you're a killer. A disgusting killer, at that," Azure sneered, his voice firm and unyielding, despite the turmoil of his own desire. "You're a fucking disgrace, you know that? Betraying me for some cheap thrill with that whore Chance. You're just a pathetic, needy toy, aren't you? Always have been, and you always will be.”

The sensation of 1x's dick creating warmth against his own and the wetness of his own tentacle had pushed Azure to the brink. He struggled to maintain his composure, his gaze locked on Two Time's struggling form, their hard length straining against their pants, their lips trembling with suppressed words.

1x, with a cruel smirk, moved his hand to tease Two Time's erection through their jeans, his touch relentless and tormenting. "You're so fucking pathetic, aren't you? Hard for us, begging for our touch. Begging for our dicks like the whore you are."

Two Time writhed and choked around the tentacle, drool dripping down their chin, painting a beautiful picture of pitiful submission.

Azure, unable to restrain himself any longer, began to pump his tentacle up and down their shafts erratically, eliciting sobs of ecstasy from both men. Their shared moans filled the air, causing Two Time's mind to reel with a painful mix of lust and jealousy, their body aching to break free from the chains that held them captive.

Finally, with desperate cries that echoed off of each other, Azure and 1x reached their climax, their shared loads spurring out in a messy, primal release. Azure, catching his breath, let out a surprised whimper when 1x grabbed his chin, leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss. They kissed lovingly, their shared groans a depraved sound, their tongues entwining. Only when Two Time let out a loud, jealous whimper, gagging around Azure’s tentacle, did they pull away, 1x's face adorned with a satisfied, smug grin.

"Fuck, that was good, wasn't it, Azure? Too bad our little slut here can't even touch themselves, can they? Pathetic, just fucking pathetic.” 1x’s voice was weaker from the kiss, but somehow still just as cruel as before.

Azure finally withdrew his tentacle from Two Time's mouth once 1x was done mocking them, allowing them to gasp for air in desperate, ragged breaths. His eyes, glowing with lust and possession, bored into Two Time's soul, searching for the depths of their depravity.

"Come back to me, my dear. Don't you want to be my nightshade once more? To be reborn in the arms of the only ones who will ever love a disgusting murderer like you?" Azure's voice was a tender plea, his words dripping with affection and longing, but also manipulation. 1x simply rolled his eyes, unable to comprehend why Azure was being so gentle with the very person who had sent him to hell. A flicker of jealousy ignited within him as well.

"Two Time, I even saved my virginity, just for you. Because I need you, because I love you, even if your love was always a facade," Azure confessed, his voice raw with emotion. Two Time trembled, tears welling up in their eyes, their heart aching with a mix of guilt and longing. "I'm... I'm still a virgin, too," they whispered, their voice shaky and weak, causing both Azure and 1x to look at each other in surprised disbelief.

"Fuck, you're serious? You're still a virgin? That's pathetic, you know that? Bet you've been dreaming about this moment, haven't you? About us fucking you senseless?" 1x recoiled, taking any chance to make fun of the pitiful, throbbing mess restrained in front of them.

Azure, with a gentle touch, unlinked the chains that bound Two Time, cradling them firmly in his strong arms, their body nestled on his lap. 1x positioned himself behind Two Time, his dick teasing their ass through their jeans, his presence a constant taunting reminder of their helplessness.

Azure's hands gripped Two Time's hips firmly, while 1x's hands roamed under their shirt, his touch firm and possessive. 1x's eyes, filled with annoyance and disgust at Two Time's soaked pants, met Azure's, silently questioning if he could rip the damn clothes off of them already.

Unlike 1x though, Azure felt a tender connection, wanting to be intimate with Two Time once again. Together, they undid Two Time's belt, 1x pulling off their jeans with a swift, almost brutal motion. 1x was quick to grope and squeeze at Two Time's ass, his sharp teeth threatening to bite into their shoulder.

Azure took his time, admiring Two Time's body, his hand teasing over their hard length before gently groping their chest. Two Time squirmed and whined submissively, their eyes pleading with Azure to give their dick the attention it craved. Azure chuckled, trailing a finger down to their ass, teasing the sensitive entrance.

"What are you thinking, 1x? Should we fill them up until they never think about leaving again?" Azure asked, his voice laced with a teasing, cruel edge. Two Time shuddered, their mind reeling from the sensation of Azure's finger nudging at their asshole.

"Mmh, we should. Maybe, though, we shouldn't let them cum, not even once... Since they decided to try and abandon you for that good-for-nothing whore. Isn’t that right, Two Time?” 1x mocked cruelly, causing Two Time to pout in response.

"You're right, love. Maybe though, I'll be nice enough to prepare them, since they told me they're a virgin. Sounds about right anyways, I doubt that bitch Chance would ever be able to please them.“ Azure took no time and gathered some arousal from the tip of Two Time's length, using it to lubricate his finger before he nudged at the entrance of their asshole. Two Time immediately shuddered and squirmed, their body betraying their desperate need. Azure didn't waste a single moment, thrusting his digit shallowly into their ass, eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain that left Two Time gasping for breath.

Two Time's eyes rolled back, their back arching as their neglected length twitched, begging for the attention it so desperately craved. 1x, seemingly relishing in their torment, continued to nip and suck at their delicate skin, drawing out pathetic cries that only served to fuel his sadistic pleasure. As Azure finally sheathed his entire finger into Two Time's ass, slamming cruelly against their prostate, Two Time's dick shamefully, almost immediately spurted ropes of white cum onto Azure's stomach, a clear sign of their overwhelming arousal and submission.

"You're pathetic, love. You really need us, don't you? Squirting on me like a slut," Azure taunted, his voice laced with a mix of cruelty and affection. He pumped his finger inside faster, the wet, sucking sounds filling the air before he added another digit, stretching and claiming Two Time's ass. Two Time struggled to hold back their orgasm, their body trembling with the struggled effort, drool and tears streaming down their face, painting a picture of pitiful submission.

"Azure, do you really think a worthless cum vessel like this is worthy of being filled by us? I mean, they can't even take your fingers well enough," 1x sneered, slightly jealous of the attention Two Time was receiving, his voice dripping with bitterness. He ground his cock against the soft flesh of Two Time's ass, his impatience for pleasure evident in his every movement.

"Oh, be nicer, 1x. They're taking me well right now, but the more I watch, I think that maybe I'll just keep shoving my fingers up their ass until all they can do is daydream of taking our dicks," Azure whispered in Two Time's ear, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "You'd do that, wouldn't you, my Nightshade? You'd get off with your hands every night, just hoping that one day we'll come back for you. That we'll let you take us."

Two Time could only whimper and cry sweetly, their body aching with need as they pathetically begged Azure not to pull his fingers out, each deep movement hitting their prostate with precision, driving them to the brink of madness.

Feeling 1x's growing impatience and sensing that Two Time was on the verge of cumming, Azure changed their position, pinning them down on their stomach with their ass up and their face pressed between 1x's legs.

"Use their mouth, sweetheart. I'll prepare them," Azure's voice was calm and soothing, a stark contrast to the depraved scene unfolding before them. 1x laughed maliciously before quickly nudging his tip at Two Time's lips. They hesitated for a moment, but seeing the impatient gaze in 1x's eyes, they opened their mouth, sucking gently on the tip of his length.

1x moaned at the sensation, his fingers tangling in Two Time's already messy hair, ensuring they were focused on pleasing his dick. Azure, meanwhile, teased one of his wet tentacles at Two Time's entrance, making them shudder against 1x's length. He made sure 1x had a firm hold on Two Time before slowly curling the tip of his tentacle inside, eliciting desperate cries and sobs from the depths of their throat, gagging around 1x.

When Two Time's fangs even barely brushed against 1x's cock, he pulled on their hair punishingly, a low growl escaping his lips. Azure smiled at Two Time's pathetic sounds, slowly thrusting his tentacle in and out, causing them to clench hard around it. Two Time sputtered and struggled more to take 1x's length, their body convulsing with each movement, their virgin ass tightening around Azure's tentacle.

Azure smiled with satisfaction at Two Time’s obedience, another tentacle curling up and wrapping around their length, sucking and curling pleasurably.

"You're being so good, Two Time. You know this is your place already, don't you, hm?" Azure's voice was gentle yet degrading, and Two Time could only gag and sob in response, their body overwhelmed by the dual sensations of 1x's dick pounding down their throat and Azure's slimy tentacle up their ass, another sucking their length.

"Mmh, they're being really good, Azure. Such a good fuckin' toy," 1x praised, tone still cruel, continuing to fuck his dick deep into Two Time's throat, his hips moving in a relentless, demanding rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of their combined moans, the slapping of flesh against flesh, the wet, sucking sounds of Azure's tentacle on Two Time's dick, and the desperate, pleading cries of Two Time, caught in their own web of pleasure and humiliation.

As Azure continued to pump Two Time's length with his tentacle, another one driving into their ass, the squelching sounds of their movements filled the air, a lewd noise of their intense, depraved intimacy. Two Time, overwhelmed by the sensations, begged submissively with a gasp of air as they pulled theirself off of 1x’s length, "Please, Azure, more. I need more..!” They proceeded to let out a cry, gagging once 1x pushed his dick back down their throat.

Azure, his voice a low, cruel murmur, responded, "You want more, my Nightshade? You want me to fill you up, to use you until you can't take any more?" He increased the pace of his tentacles, the squelching sounds growing louder, more insistent, as he stroked Two Time to the brink of ecstasy. All they could do is let out a loud whine in agreement, gagging and choking.

Azure gave 1x the motion to pull Two Time off of his dick, and he obliged. At the same time, Azure pulled his tentacles back behind his body, pulling Two Time back onto his lap.

Azure, with eyes glowing with lust and possession, suddenly pulled Two Time into a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue invading their mouth, claiming them. 1x, watching the moment with impatient arousal, felt a surge of jealousy and hatred, his dick throbbing with need, as he didn’t allow himself to cum in Two Time’s throat. He grabbed Two Time's hips, positioning himself at their entrance, ready to claim them, to make them truly theirs.

Azure's kiss was fierce and demanding, a claiming of what he believed was rightfully his. Two Time melted into it, their body responding to the familiar touch, the taste of Azure on their lips. They whimpered as Azure's hands roamed their body, tracing every curve and line, reacquainting himself with their smaller form.

As the kiss deepened, 1x positioned himself behind Two Time, his dick teasing their entrance. Two Time tensed, a mix of fear and discomfort coursing through their veins. They broke away from Azure's lips, gasping for air, their eyes meeting Azure's intense gaze.

"Relax, my Nightshade," Azure murmured, his voice a soothing balm. "We'll take it slow for as long as we can.”Azure positioned himself at Two Time's entrance, his tip pressing against their tight hole. Two Time tensed as they felt Azure's tip pulsing against their entrance, the head teasing their hole, promising more pleasure, but also more pain.

"Breathe, Time," Azure cooed, his voice a gentle whisper. "Let me in. You can take it. I promise I'll be gentle."

Two Time nodded, their breath coming in short, ragged gasps. They felt Azure's length tearing into their ass, stretching them wide. Two Time cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure in their shaky voice, their body clenching around the intrusion. Azure held them tightly, his slimy tentacles wrapping around their waist, offering a small sense of security amidst the crowd of sensations.

1x, watching with a mix of jealousy and arousal, began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving the sight of Azure reclaiming his past lover. He occasionally let out a degrading remark, his voice laced with cruelty. "You think you deserve this, you pathetic slut? You're lucky we even consider touching you," 1x growled, his hand moving faster on his dick, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

Azure, sensing Two Time's discomfort, moved his tentacles to tease their length, stroking them gently, coaxing them to relax into the pleasure. Two Time moaned, their body responding to the dual sensations, the pain slowly morphing into a pleasurable ache.

Just as Azure began to move, his hips thrusting forward in a relentless rhythm, 1x, unable to hold back any longer, suddenly thrust forward without a word with a tight grip on Two Time’s stomach, his length tearing into Two Time's ass alongside Azure's, stretching them even wider. Two Time practically screamed, their body convulsing with the sudden intrusion, their ass clenching around both girths, trying to accommodate their size.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Azure groaned, his voice laced with pleasure. "You feel so good, Time. Squeezing us so good.."

1x, his voice a primal growl, added, "You should be grateful, you worthless slut. You're nothing now but a toy for our pleasure."

Two Time could only whimper, their body trembling with the pointless effort of holding back their orgasm as Azure’s tentacle continued its gentle, wet movements on their length, their mind reeling with the intensity of the sensations. They felt both dicks inside them, the dual sensations overwhelming, their body clenching around them, trying to pull them deeper.

"Please, Azure.. 1–1x, please," Two Time begged, their voice an increasingly desperate, barely coherent plea, their body aching with need. Too much need. "I can't take it… I—It's too much. I'm going to cum. I can't hold it back. Pplease, let me cum! I need to cum..!"

Azure, his voice a low, cruel possessive murmur, asked, "You want more, my Nightshade? You want us to fill you up, to use you until you can't take any more? You’ll be mine again, Two Time. You’ll never go back to Chance again..”

Two Time could only cry, their body overwhelmed by the sensations.

"Fuck, you're tight, Time," Azure groaned, his voice laced with pleasure and slight Discomfort as 1x rutted his hips into Two Time’s ass, grinding against one side of his dick. "You're going to make me cum."

1x, his voice a primal growl as if trying to assert his existence, added, "And so am I! I'm going to fill you up, mark you as mi— ours... You're nothing but a pathetic slut, and we're going to use you for our pleasure. You don't deserve this, but you're going to take it anyway."

Two Time could only whimper submissively, their body trembling with the effort of holding back their orgasm, their mind reeling with the intensity of the sensations. The feeling of both dicks pulsing inside them, the veins rubbing against their sensitive walls, only sending jolts of painful pleasure through their body.

Azure, his voice a low, cruel murmur, asked, "You want us to cum inside you, my Nightshade? You want us to fill you up, to make you ours?"

Two Time could only nod, their body aching with need, their mind clouded with lust. Both of the depraved men’s dicks were pulsing, the heads swelling, ready to release. They whimpered, their hips moving, trying to coax them to cum, to fill them up.

1x, his voice a primal growl, brokenly added, "Cum for us, Two Time. Cum for us and we'll fill you up. You're going to take every drop of our cum.“

Two Time sobbed, their body convulsing, their cock spurting ropes of white cum onto Azure's stomach, a clear sign of their overwhelming arousal and submission. They made a mess, their cum dripping down their thighs, pooling on the floor beneath them. They were a pathetic, whimpering mess, and as shameful as it was, they enjoyed it.

1x, with a fierce intensity, began to pound hard into Two Time's ass, his hips moving like a piston, his cock slamming into them with a relentless force. He cried out, a depraved and guttural sound, as he came deep inside Two Time, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. His dick rubbed so hard against Azure's cock that it overstimulated him, causing Azure to groan and tense up.

Azure, despite the overstimulation, managed to maintain a tender hold on Two Time, his hands roaming their body gently, his lips pressing soft kisses against their skin. "You're ours now, Time," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of lust and affection. "Always ours. Never anyone else’s."

As 1x's orgasm subsided, he continued to move, his hips still thrusting, drawing out the pleasure for both himself and Two Time. Azure, his own orgasm building, began to slowly move in sync with 1x, their dicks rubbing together inside Two Time’s tight ass, creating a friction that was almost too much to bear.

Two Time, caught between them, could only shudder and plea. They felt every thrust, every strike into their prostate, every pulse and twitch of their lengths, and it was overwhelming. They were being used, claimed, and filled, and they had no choice but to cum again and again.

Azure, his voice a low, desperate plea, asked, "You want us to breed you, my Nightshade? You want us to fill you up with our seed, to make you ours forever?"

Two Time could only nod, their body aching with need, their mind clouded with lust. They felt both dicks pulsing, the heads swelling, ready to release. They whimpered, their hips moving, trying to coax them to cum, to fill them up.

With a final, fierce thrust, both Azure and 1x released their loads, filling Two Time's ass with their hot, sticky seed, inevitably marking them as theirs. They both cried out, their voices a mix of pleasure and possession, as they came deep inside Two Time, their bodies shuddering with the intensity of their orgasms.

They collapsed in seconds, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Two Time, caught between them, felt a sense of belonging, a sense of completion. They had found their place, their purpose, and it was with Azure and 1x, their lovers, their partners, their everything.

Despite the new chaos of their appearance, Two Time felt a profound sense of peace. They had been claimed, used, and filled by the ones they now loved, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Two Time struggled to accept the new bond, their mind racing with conflicting emotions. They had always been Azure's until they killed him, and now they were being shared, used by both Azure and 1x. It was overwhelming. But as they lay there, sandwiched between the two men, feeling their warmth and the aftermath of their passion, they began to understand. This was their new reality, and they had to embrace it, as their vision became blurred.

“So, Time.. You’re never going to go back to Chance, right..?” Azure asked, his voice softened and weak. "Azure.. I.. Was never with Chance to begin with," Two Time explained with a weak voice and a smile before their eyesight became black, their weight pressed right against Azure's body. Azure, eyes widened as he tried to process this, saw that they were now unconscious and raised them off of his and 1x’s length, cum dripping out. He couldn’t bring himself to care, though, and laid their weak body down, resting their head against the pillows.

“We really fucked them unconscious, 1x,” Azure mumbled, feeling slightly guilty, especially after finding out that Two Time and Chance were not ever dating.

“And I would do it, again and again.” 1x leaned in to give Azure one last kiss and turn off the light before the two men laid on both sides of Two Time’s body, Azure’s tentacles lashing out to wrap around both of them as they all drifted off to sleep together, minds finally sated with the fact that Two Time was now theirs alone.

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed even though I hate how this turned out lol!!!

Next chapter will probably be an X reader. Haven't decided with whom yet.. Heavy requests for 1x tho

Throw your ideas at me in the requests chapter!!! I will match your freak so don't be ashamed!!!
See you in the next chapter I hope!!

Chapter 10: Worship Me - 1x x Reader

Summary:

There's actually.... No request for this chapter!!! Cause this is entirely self indulgent LOL. I've gotten plenty 'a 1x requests though and figured there'd be no harm in posting this!!

Reader is gender neutral, 1x is genderfluid but I used he/him for ease of writing. This is a little bit AU-like I think..??? 1x basically possesses all of Telamon's powers. He can also change his sex but he has a pussy (no reason in specific I just can't stop thinking about eating him out)

The reader goes to try and fight him to resolve the havoc he's began to cause but that doesn't end up so well (it does)

Notes:

Notes/warnings: Degrading and literally no praise, 1x makes the reader use a strap-on but no genitals are specified for them, reader is kinda stupid and just accepts their fate, cunillingus, p in v but it's a strap on, 1x becomes submissive for a short amount of time (honestly really isn't submissive for them then because of the power he has) everything in the summary !!

Honestly kinda short, I didn't mean for it to be that way sorryyyyy

Hope you enjoy!!! I will probably post more self indulgent stuff in the future so just expect it.

 

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He was on top of you—the evil 1x1x1x1. You came here to defeat him, to save Robloxia, but it didn’t end well for you, unfortunately.

You had never assumed that he were this strong. When you had brought yourself into his domain, you assumed you could defeat him. Unfortunately for you, you were now laying on the ground, your wrists in black chains, and he had the heel of his boot pressed right against your stomach, his eyes glinting with malice.

Blood leaked from the wounds on your leg and a large gash across your arm, each throb of pain a harsh reminder of your helplessness. The cool metal of the chains bit into your skin, and the weight of his boot on your stomach made it hard to breathe.

“Who do you think you are, huh? Thought this would be easy for you? I don’t know why I haven’t killed you yet,” he growled, his voice low and threatening as he pressed his foot harder, his heel digging painfully into your stomach. The pressure made you gasp, your vision blurring from the agony and the dizziness that followed.

You panted and cried desperately, your vision blurred and your body shaking helplessly. “Please, 1x.. Please don’t do this! I promise, fortune will come back to you!” You promised, trying desperately to release your wrists from the chains, the metal biting into your skin with each futile attempt.

“Yeah, like what? What could a filthy, lowly fool like you have to offer? Besides, someone who has things to live for don’t just offer themselves up to killers like some desperate charity case.” His voice was dark, mocking, threatening. Yet, you tried to keep your composure, your mind racing for a way out of this helpless situation.

“1x.. I.. I’ll.. I can entertain you..! I’ll.. Uum..” The words spurred out of your lips without a coherent thought in your head, but you knew you had to continue what you started. “I’ll.. I’ll serve you, 1x!” You looked away, cheeks flustered, your heart pounding hard in your chest.

He suddenly stopped resting his foot on you, standing on the ground. He looked slightly taken aback before he grinned, though it was harsh, and his voice was laced with disgust. “Well, mortal, I can’t lie and say you haven’t been entertaining to me thus far.” You felt more blood rush to your cheeks, body shaking. He suddenly picked you up before he carried you to a throne-looking seat, seeming to pulse with divine energy before he sat down, placing you in front of him.

“Worship me, mortal. And make it entertaining, too.” His voice was mocking, a grin on his face. You were flustered, but you knew that if you didn’t listen, he could end your life. You got yourself into this situation anyways. So with chained-together hands, you pulled one of his legs up to you, leaving some kisses up his leg. Strangely, you felt his muscles tense up, as if he’s never received such worship before. Your mind was dizzy with fear and physical discomfort as you tried to come up with something to say. When you looked up at his face, you saw something you’ve never seen in a killer before. Maybe affection, maybe even enjoyment. Despite how shameful this was for you, it made your heart swell with sweet emotions.

“You’re.. You’re beautiful,” you murmured, your voice slurred, softer, less desperate. You moved up to his thigh, leaving more kisses on his soft, cold skin, as you didn’t know what else to do with your hands restrained.

“Yeah, I know. Keep going, my loyal peasant. And thank me for the privilege,” he tried to say hatefully, but his voice was slightly gentler.

“Hhnn thank you..!” You cried softly, beginning to leave kisses up his other leg, your lips softly feathering his scarred skin, causing him to let out a gentle groan of satisfaction. This felt so human to him in ways that left him disgusted but also strangely content, but instead of refusing this emotion like he usually would, he wanted to explore it. Not like there was much you could say with your life in his hands.

So that’s why you didn’t expect it when you felt his fingers race through your hair affectionately before pulling it, guiding you to the area between his legs. Sex was something that he never thought he would enjoy, but currently, he craved it. Right here, with you.

You felt the chains that were holding your hands together re-materiallize around your ankles, leaving you still restrained but more able to touch him. You felt conflicted, flustered, and unsure of what to do, before he frowned impatiently.

“Take my robe off! Stop staring at me like that, you useless moron!” He growled with a loud voice that made your body jolt, and you quickly began to undo it without another thought. You became flustered once you saw his black lace panties, delicately woven. You could smell his arousal, but strangely, it made you feel hungry. Like you were malnourished and hadn’t eaten in days. Your eyes flashed with desperation, gazing up at him with lust as you gazed at his freakishly attractive body.

“Come on. You know you want it,” his voice was low, and he arched his body to make his cunt more accessible to you. “Thank you, Goddess,” you mumbled, your hands pulling his panties down with precision.

Once his bare pussy was on display for you, you leaned in, kissing his clit. You swirled the taste in your mouth, he tasted strangely sweet. And the noises he made, not even bothering to hold them back, were even sweeter.

“You can do better than that, my filthy wretch. Come on, feed off of me!” He pulled your face more harshly against him, your nose nudging his clit, and once you began to suck desperately, slurping and groaning, he eased up with pleasure, drool rolling down his chin shamelessly as his eyes became less focused.

You lapped and sucked at his sweet cunt, depraved and desperate. You never thought you would submit to a killer in such a way, but you couldn’t help it, and strangely, your mind was so fogged with hunger and lust that you didn’t even feel ashamed.

1x tensed up suddenly, and you knew he was close. You increased the speed of your movements, tongue working overtime on his sensitive flesh before you felt him cum so hard that your mouth was covered in his glossy, divine cum.

You lapped a few more times before he let out a high-pitched whine, but he quickly became embarrassed, shoving you away as he struggled to process. Once he pieced himself together after what felt like an eternity, he grabbed your chin, making you look up at him as you hungrily tried to lick the mess off of your face.

“You did good for me, my dumb toy. But you didn’t do good enough. Make me cum again,” he demanded, using his divine energy to break the chains from your ankles, but didn’t tell you how he wanted you to. So, assuming that you could finally deal with your own arousal, you began to undo your pants.

That was before he slapped your hand harshly, making you shudder in pain. “Ah-ah,” he denied, quickly snapping a strap-on around your waist. “You don’t get to feel me until you prove your loyalty to me, my sweet filth.” Your wounds suddenly throbbed, a constant reminder of your vulnerability as you whined but didn’t dare argue against his cruelty. You looked down, seeing that the strap-on wasn’t very lengthy. Could a demon like 1x really have such little sexual experience? You also didn’t question it despite your wondering, and you moved a finger down toward his entrance. You were tempted to just rut this fake dick into him, but didn’t want to harm him.

Your spit and his arousal served as a good lubricant as you pushed a finger inside, causing him to moan with slight confusion but also pleasure. He was so utterly tight, and you slid the digit gently in and out before adding another. You watched with fascination as you saw your fingers moving into him through the green, transparent skin of his groin.

His eyes, glossed with lust, rolled back as he grinded his hips into your touch, groaning, his thighs involuntarily shaking. The sounds of squelching became louder the harder you fucked them into him, and he desperately grabbed onto your arm and guided it with his superior strength, making sure you couldn’t stop until he came.

He panted and cried before coming undone, his cunt clenching tight around your finger. His hips continued to rut against your fingers until he came to his senses and stopped because of his embarrassment, and then he pulled you toward him, looking at you with expectant eyes. “Ffuck me already.. Hhn.. It’s all you’re good for,” he groaned, trying to sound dominant, but his voice had become weak with pleasure and neediness.

You smiled gently, shamefully enjoying his vulnerability before you slowly pushed the toy into him, causing him to sob and jolt. You continued to stare at how his insides were stretching to accommodate the small length, his voice breaking as he groaned and cried disrespectfully for more.

Your hand roamed over his chest, groping him as you slowly inched in more, eventually sheathing the toy inside. He let out sweet cries of pleasure, trying not to sound submissive but ultimately failing.

“Nnh.. More.. More..! Don’t.. Don’t stop.. Ffucking.. Slut..” He cried, even as he was the one getting dicked down with a strap-on in his own throne. You just held his cheek, glaring at his disoriented and lust-filled expression. You occasionally would meet his cunt in hard thrusts, causing him to let out desperate cries. He had seemed to abandon his shame long ago, his voice just cries for more as his nails dug into the skin of your shoulders, trying to make sure you never stop filling his insides.

You suddenly began to pound into him, pressing your chest against his, nibbling at his neck, and instead of pushing you off like he usually would, he clung to you, wrapping his arms and legs around your body and continuing to dig his nails in. Your movements were so rough that it caused his body to slam into the throne, even the throne itself struggling to balance.

Without a thought, he cried louder and louder, his body trembling with how close his orgasm was. He clung tighter as his words became less and less coherent, sputtering nonsense into your ear.

He suddenly let out a scream-like sob, cumming hard around the toy, digging his nails into you painfully and cumming hard. He panted before trying to process what he just did, and your position on top of him that went against his dominance.

He growled before sitting up, growling with a mix of ecstasy and shame before he pulled you into his arms. “You’re mine,” he grumbled before picking you up, his legs shaky. Luckily, due to his strength, he still managed to carry you to his bedroom, leaving the evidence of your mating behind.

He clung to you, his cold body embracing your hot one as you both became content in each other’s embrace, drifting off to rest. The throbbing of your wounds and the ache in your body were temporarily forgotten in the warmth of his arms, a strange sense of belonging washing over you despite the circumstances.

Notes:

If this chapter gets a decent amount of support (lets say 5 comments) I might just write a part 2 (rubs hands together mischievously)

if not I'll just cry/silly

Hope you enjoyed!! Go check out requests chapter feed me more.......

Chapter 11: Worship Me - 1x x Reader (P2)

Summary:

Hi!!! I spent all day working on this cause I was so happy about the support from last chapter but I'm unhappy with how it turned out. NONETHELESS I hope u guys like it at least a little (giggles)

Mega warning cause 1x kind of chains up the reader to his bed, doesn't let them leave and then he claims them high-key stockholm syndrome !!!

Honestly the plot is booty cheeks but this is a smut book so you know the drill!!!
My s/o saw the last chapter LMAO I think they're disappointed in me/silly

BTW I know this is shit sorry, I rushed it so I could also post something before tomorrow. For the rest of the week I have band camp and I won't have as much time to write or post things. I'll try to manage 1 or 2 chapters but no promises I'm sorri.....

Notes:

Reader is still gender and sex-neutral this chapter, their genitals are described w words that can be read as amab or afab!! 1x uses his little powery powers and switches to a dick n then changes back to having fem genitailia so you'll eat him out but I still use he/him this chapter, if I make a part 3 (which I doubt you guys will want after reading ts) I'll use she/her or they/them probably.

Warnings/notes: Everything in the summary, 1x is mean, more praise but still mostly degrading, p in v or anal if you are amab, 1x is dominant the whole time, small amount of choking, 1x claims the reader (breeds them,) traps them by changing their bodily needs to physically depend on him/they have to feed off of his 'bodily fluids' to live, posessive 1x, poorly proofread I hope this posts how I want it to LOL

I can't really think of anything else
Try to enjoy this filth!!!

You woke up in an eerily unfamiliar room, your eyes groggy and hazed with confusion. Lying on a bed, you felt malnourished and sore, unable to move your limbs as your wrists and ankles were chained. Glancing down, you noticed your leg was wrapped in bandages, and your wounds no longer felt exposed, indicating that someone had stitched you up. Examining your arm, you saw a long line of stitches covered in some sort of medicine.

You strained against the metal restraints holding your wrists, but they didn't budge, clearly infused with an unknown energy. You knew who had done this—1x, the one you were supposed to annihilate yesterday, but the encounter had taken a depraved turn.

Your memories were confirmed when 1x entered the room with another roll of bandages, his eyes initially fixated on you before noticing your sleep-dazed gaze.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m taking care of you,” he growled bitterly, grasping your arm harshly and digging his nails in as he undid the cuff restraining it.

He began to wrap the bandage around your arm with surprisingly gentle movements, something you'd never expect from an embodiment of hatred. As soon as he finished, he quickly restrained your arm again.

You frowned, your body numb but your emotions twisted with confusion and a desperate need for answers to fill the gaps in your memory. “1x, why do you have me chained up like a dog?” you pouted, your voice weak. Even trying to tense your muscles was futile.

1x laughed mockingly before grabbing your chin, teasing his thumb over your lip. “Because, dear,” his voice was low and serious, yet playful, “you’re my pet now. You serve me, just like you wanted to. Don’t tell me that you already forgot?”

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you remembered your sacrifice and your promise to ‘serve’ and ‘worship’ him. “Can’t you just let that go? I only said that so you’d let me live..” you grumbled, not thinking before you spoke.

His expression darkened with anger, and he bared his fangs at you, landing a hard slap on your cheek. You let out a high-pitched whimper, almost snapping to full consciousness. “I’m not letting anything go. Especially not you. I should’ve known better than to be gentle with you.” Tears formed in the corners of his eyes before he loosened his grip on your face and turned to leave.

That was until you cried out, a desperate attempt to keep him from isolating you. “1x—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it. Come back, I need you.”

Your words struck something in his chest, and he hesitated before slowly returning to your bedside. He grabbed your face harshly this time, his nails digging into your cheeks.

“You’re really sorry? Or is it just that you want me to spare your pathetic life?” He growled, his eyes searching yours as his grip became more painful. You shuddered and whined, struggling to form a response as his desperation grew.

“N—Nno..! Goddess, I promise I’m really sorry. I want you!” You pleaded, and he gently moved his hand to wrap around your neck. His gaze softened just from that, and he leaned down for an unexpected kiss, causing you to whine against his lips.

Once he pulled away, you gasped for air, nauseous from the lack of oxygen as it rushed back into you. This only seemed to spur him on, and he enjoyed watching you struggle, tightening his grip on your neck ever so slightly to make you squirm more.

“Yeah, that’s a good toy. I might just keep your body desperate for me until you never think of leaving me again,” he growled, a dark promise that left you feeling even more dizzy. He crawled on top of you, positioning his knee between your thighs, causing you to shudder in response. He smiled, proud of himself, before beginning to grind against you. Annoyed by the barrier of your shorts, he still didn’t bother to remove them with the restraints in place.

You gasped and shuddered, your body squirming as much as it could. You winced in pain when one of your stitched wounds made contact with the bed, and he stopped for a moment. “Be careful, my dumb mortal. Don’t want to rip yourself back open for me, do you?” He mocked you cruelly.

You whimpered and shook your head, but he seemed bored, wanting to see you squirm again despite his teasing.

He began to undo the zipper, pulling your pants down before immediately teasing his fingers against your arousal, not caring about what or how he was touching, just wanting to watch you struggle. He used a small dagger to tear at your underwear, seeming not to care if he hurt you or not. Luckily, he didn’t, leaving you exposed and bare for him.

He spat on his fingers and, just like you had done to him, moved two fingers down, nudging them at your hole without warning before pushing them in. As you squirmed and cried, he held onto your hips tightly, focusing on how your slick heat clenched and squelched around his fingers. You desperately tried to close your thighs, causing him to roughly hold them open.

“Be good for me now. Prove to me that you aren’t worthless, can you do that? We both know you’re good for serving me, my dear mortal, but can you live up to your promise and entertain me?” His voice was serious, causing you to shudder before his fingers started to slam further and further, curling until they hit your sweet spot with precision.

You cried out, mumbling something incoherent as his movements became rougher. Your eyes began to unfocus, your body trembling and submitting.

“MmnHhh—Ggentleee—!!!” You sobbed, tears forming in your eyes, but he didn’t listen, even though you knew that he heard you.

“No, my dumb whore. You don’t deserve gentle, you deserve to be ruined.” His words made you cry desperately, your thighs shaking. You murmured desperate pleas, but nothing came of it as his thrusting only became rougher.

You couldn’t help it—thighs trying to shut together, body trying to squirm from his touch, you were completely vulnerable and couldn’t do a thing. So when you inevitably came, the orgasm ripped right from you, he laughed mockingly at the way your body was trembling, overstimulated just from the aftershocks.

“Hmm, you’re taking me too good, slut. Maybe I should punish you so that you learn better then to be so filthy,” he teased, rubbing you gently with one of his fingers, just teasing over where you needed him most as his fingers stayed inside, not moving.

“Nnh.. Noo…” You cried weakly, squirming, your body still sensitive. He didn’t care though, and seemed displeased by your response. He gazed into your eyes, malice seeming to gleam in his, which made you want to look away.

“You know you don’t get to say no to me, right pet? You serve me, and you serve me alone..” His voice was a low growl, and he began to press more firmly against your arousal, causing you to squirm.

“Yyes—Yes, I’m sorry, Goddess.. Please.. Please touch me.. Mmore..” You whined, giving him big, teary eyes as your arousal throbbed and ached, spurred on by his teasing touch.

“Beg more. I still don’t believe you really deserve it,” he teased, thrusting his fingers in and out in a single movement, not giving you anything more.

You cried desperately, irritated tears lining the corners of your eyes. “Please 1x!! I’m yours, all yours! I belong to you, so please just.. claim me!!” Your voice was desperate and impulsive, but your words finally seemed to affect him. He suddenly ripped your shirt open, groping your chest with a depraved growl.

“Nh.. You’re mine, you’re mine.” He grumbled, sucking on your chest while simultaneously pounding his fingers into you again, feeling you clench and squirm. You desperately fought your restraints, your wrists probably bruised by now.

Your eyes rolled back, drool running down your chin as you finally got close, but once 1x realized this, he stopped, pulling his fingers out. You cried in agony, thrusting your hips upward, begging him to put his fingers back in, but he had other plans, sitting on top of you. He pulled off his pants and his undergarments in a fluid motion, discarding them on the ground before leaning down to give you a depraved kiss.

You looked down, realizing that his body was different—it wasn’t just a strap-on, he had a dick. It wasn’t much of a surprise that he could change his body like this, but it was unexpected.

He must’ve realized that you were staring, and laughed mockingly, holding your cheek in his cold hand. “Do you like what you see, hm? Well, I don’t care anyways.” He moved his hand from your cheek to tease down your body until it reached the throbbing area between your legs, quickly teasing against your heat.

You just whimpered a simple “fuck me please,” but he pretended not to hear, teasing his free hand over your skin and ever so slightly rutting his dick against your stomach.

“Hmmph..! 1x, fuck me already..!” You pleaded, your thighs trembling. He laughed mockingly before positioning his dick at your hole, teasing and gathering your shared arousal.

“If you insist, my pathetic filth,” he teased, his voice slightly breaking as he breached open your insides, your hole stretching around the sudden invasion as you let out a scream-like sob just from the tip entering. You gave him desperate, pained eyes, and he smiled sadistically before slowly thrusting the tip in and out of you.

“Pplease.. Please 1x, please let me hold onto you..!” You cried, your body writhing and trembling beneath his dominant one. Even after seeing how big his dick was, you didn’t figure that he would stretch you out to this extent.

He cupped your cheek, groaning at your tightness before he snapped the shackles around your wrists, the metal breaking in half. With shaky, bruised hands, you wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him as he fucked you open. He eventually moved another hand down to rub you as he thrusted inside, soothing the stretch as he slowly pushed deeper and deeper. When half of his length was sheathed inside, you felt him abuse your sweet spot, causing you to sob and drool like a mindless toy, pleasure flickering in your gaze.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” His voice teased, the squelching of where your bodies met audible as he continued. “I know you are. Is this what you’ve always needed? For someone stronger than you to take advantage of you? Fucking disgusting. Thank me, now..” His words were hateful, but his voice was broken with satisfaction by the way your walls were like a vice around his length.

“MmNhh— Tthank you..!!” You cried weakly, and when you felt him thrust hard into your sweet spot rewardingly, you let out a sweet moan.

“Thank who, pet? Who’s the one making you feel good?” He teased with a voice dark with desire, slowing his thrusts and allowing his length to tease right over your sensitive spots without striking them. You didn’t understand how he already knew your sweet spots, how he knew exactly how to keep you on edge.

“Y—Yyou, Goddess! MmnfHHhHh—!!” When he began to pound his length into you, slowly fucking deeper and deeper, you tried hard to wrap your legs around his hips despite how they were still restrained, writhing and struggling. He looked down, moving his hand from your arousal to feel his dick rearranging your insides. It caused a small bulge to appear with every deep thrust, your body submitting to him so easily.

The pain quickly faded, your body adjusting, the pleasure of his length ripping into you almost too much. You let out strings of barely coherent cries, trying to squirm, but utterly unable to.

“You will stay with me forever, my sweet mortal. Just like this, and I’ll fill you up until you become a divinity, just like me. Wouldn’t you like that, my dirty pet?” His voice was weak, his growls deep. Realizing how you were dazed, eyes rolled back, barely able to form words, he slapped your cheek before slowing down his thrusts.

“MmNnHhh—!!” You cried in pain, rushing to form words. “Yes, yes!! Make me yours! Make me yours!” You cried desperately, your orgasm throbbing painfully in your groin, denied by his slow thrusts.

“Beg for it, or I won’t cum inside of you. I’ll just ruin you.. Over and over, and won’t even leave a trace in you.” His voice was low, cruel.

“Pleasee..!!” You cried, your thighs trembling, your hole clenching around his length, his thrusts slow and shallow. You let out a desperate whimper, feeling him pull out until only his tip was nestled inside of your tight hole. “Do better than that. You think you deserve to be mine when you can’t even ask for things respectfully? Come on, slut.”

You whimpered, letting out a desperate sob, a tear rolling down your cheek as you struggled to form a sound, fucked stupid. He cooed mockingly, holding your cheek with his palm and wiping it away with his thumb before landing a harsh slap against you, causing you to cry in pain, your hole clenching around his length.

You sniffled, your voice shaky. “Please, Goddess.. Please fill me up, please.. Make me yours.” Your voice was shaky and stuttering, but he grinned with satisfaction. He could feel his own length throbbing annoyingly, and he finally thrust it all the way back inside of you, breaking your restraints. He pulled your hips up to him, letting you wrap your legs around his hips before he began to pound your hole into the mattress, his hands roaming and abusing your sensitive body.

The sounds of your shared ecstasy echoed in the room, the squelching of your tight hole milking him of his arousal. “You’re mine. You’re all mine, my worthless doll. You wont be worthless forever, I will give you purpose, I will make sure you never fucking..” He pounded deep inside of you, striking your sweet spot. “THINK about leaving me again! All you’ll be able to think about is when I’ll come back and fill you back up. I will be your sustenance, and your only reason for living. You will be mine. You will be mine!” He cried, his voice a low, promising growl, as his thrusts subconsciously became rougher and rougher, his length ripping you open, destroying you.

You just sniffled and cried beneath him, your eyes glistening with tears and the weight of your orgasm that threatened to crash over. You clung desperately tight as you tensed up, and he dug his nails into your hip, feeling you get close.

“Cum for me. Cum for me, cum for me! You know you need to, you need me.” He moved his hand down to continue rubbing you until you let out a guttural cry, your body physically jolting beneath his as you came hard.

Your thighs trembled with the weight of your orgasm and the painful overstimulation that followed as he fucked into you like an animal, growling in such a depraved manner it echoed through your chest, fluttering to your groin.

With a few final thrusts and a desperate cry of “My.. Ffucking— Toy!!” He came deep inside of you, the cold fluid seeping deep into you. He panted, desperate for more but also spent, not used to such intimacy. He looked at you with eyes full of pleasure before he devoured your lips, kissing passionately as he slowly continued to rut his hips, fucking his dick deep into you. You cried and whimpered, but he didn’t listen, focusing on the mesmerizing taste of your lips, the delicious feeling of your tight, wet, warm walls squeezing him.

He knew you were overwhelmed, trying to beg for him to slow down, but he couldn’t help it, and he clasped one of his hands over your mouth before slamming his dick into you again, pounding your hole for all it’s worth. You felt yourself cum, but he didn’t notice, continuing to use you. You squirmed, cried, even tried to scream, but he knew he needed to cum inside of you again.

“Shh, shh. It’s almost over. It’ll hurt less once you’re finally mine.” He promised, his words a warm blanket of manipulation. The squelching was louder, and you felt your mind go numb, hardly able to process anything.

With more desperate, rough slams of his hips, he came deep inside of you, holding his body as he released his last load deep inside of you. His hips gave a few more thrusts, but once he felt your sobs vibrate against his hand, his gaze seemed to soften, and he pulled out, a small amount of his cum leaking of of your hole, more of it leaking from his tip. He removed his hand off of your lips and sat up before holding you in his arms, wondering if he had really harmed you even more. You curled up in his embrace, your body calming down, your heartbeat pounding less hard. That’s when he smiled, kissing you, as if you might’ve impressed him.

“I knew you would take it so good for me. How does it feel to know that you’re mine now? You won’t only serve me and sleep with me, no, my pet. You’ll have to feed off of me, too.” Your eyes became even more hazy with a feeling akin to disbelief, but he was being serious. How did you get yourself into this, how did it happen so fast..? And how long had it been? You could feel your stomach churning with hunger from the moment you woke up.

“I’m.. I’m hungry..” You mumbled, your vision blurred, body weak. “Do I really have to.. feed off of you now? You’re not just saying that..?” Your mind reeled, struggling to comprehend this new revelation.

“Yes, my dumb toy. Since you’re now bound to me, it’s my powers that you leech off of. And it’ll stay that way for the rest of your life..” His voice was a low, cruel purr, teasing you as you struggled to accept this.

You frowned, tears in your eyes before you tried to blink them away. “Will you feed me? Please..” Your voice was weak, pathetic. Strangely enough, though, he was completely willing. 

He spread his legs open, his leaking length that was there before now replaced with the same, glistening cunt he presented to you yesterday. “Come here, and come feed on me, before I change my mind.” His voice wasn’t threatening like it’d usually be, more playful, in fact. 

You were slightly confused, though. “But.. But 1x, aren’t I supposed to feed off of your blood instead?” You could feel your hunger become increasingly harder to deal with just from his scent, but you were curious. 

“Mm, my blood would work too. But I like this more. It’s not just blood that your body can feed off of, it’s any fluid I produce. Especially my cum.” His voice was slightly tinged with impatience, but he enjoyed teasing you. Without another word to say, you eagerly positioned your body between his legs, his head resting on the pillows. 

He pulled your hair slightly and led your lips toward his wet cunt, and you eagerly began to lap at it, groaning at the taste, pleasured tears in your eyes. One of your hands wrapped around his thigh, the other holding onto his stomach and squeezing gently. He let out pleasured, almost rewarding moans as he suffocated you against him. 

You felt yourself unable to control your hunger, noises alike to growls leaving your throat as you slurped and drooled all over his throbbing pussy, desperate to make him leak more arousal onto your starving tongue. It was a feeling you couldn’t get enough of, listening to his pleasured moans as you ate him out like a depraved animal. 

Once he pulled on your hair, forcing your face right against his pussy, you knew he was about to cum, groaning annoyed whenever you stopped lapping at his folds and his sensitive clit for even a second. 

“Don’t.. Fucking stop. I’ll chain you up again if you even try to pull something like that.” He growled with a voice slightly broken with pleasure, before shortly after, letting out a desperate cry, his cunt suddenly squirting his delicious cum right onto your tongue, feeling you lap it up. 

His eyes softened with released tension, your body shortly following suit, your stomach feeling  barely satisfied. You clung to him, his cold arms wrapping around you before your eyes became blurry, and your vision went black, once again as you lay in his arms.. Even despite your efforts to stay awake.

But you felt your body snap awake shortly after. “Stay with me,” he demanded, sitting up and holding your weight up in his lap. You felt too exposed, too vulnerable, almost wishing you were consumed by the comfort of slumber. 

“Come here. I didn’t feed you enough, you’re still malnourished.” He groaned with a stern voice before he held you to his shoulder, offering his divine blood that visibly pulses beneath his skin. Without even really being asked, you sucked on it, the taste almost comforting. He rubbed your back, encouraging you, seeming unfazed by the pain despite his labored breaths. 

You kept sucking, craving more until he pulled you away. His skin seemed to heal on its own, sating the slight guilt you felt. “Look at you, already can’t get enough of me. Do you feel better, pet?” He asked, tilting your chin up and making you look at him. 

“Mhm..” You mumbled, experiencing a sudden appreciation of being able to see and think clearly, even if it was overshadowed by 1x's presence. 

He smiled, stroking your hair, but when he felt you lean into his touch, it faded slightly. “Don’t expect this often,” he grumbled hatefully, even though you both knew he wouldn’t truly live up to that promise.

 

Notes:

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I'll increase the number to something I don't think you guys can reach this chapter cause I need to write requests. (Sighs.) Also cause this chapter is so buns I don't think anyone will bother.
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Chapter 12: Fevered Cravings - Buildermon

Summary:

Hai guys.. I’m sorry for disappearing out of nowhere I’m SOMEHOW still alive. My life became insanely busy since last chapter. I won’t go into it because this is a smut book and not a trauma candy salad BUT I’m honestly in the midst of a mental health crisis yay

I’ve been experiencing writer’s block BAD. Like this chapter was gonna be 1x/reader part 3 but all of my drafts I have of it I am incredibly unhappy with.

I honestly don’t even like how this one turned out much genuinely, but I’m pushing these feelings aside because I feel bad for not posting any chapters in a while. It’s been 5 days since I last got a comment on here (whimpers like sad dog)

I have (strangely) gotten increased motivation to draw though, I even posted a buildershed say gex drawing onto the rule 34 website. It took like 2 weeks to get approved though. I might keep uploading on there until my writer’s block goes away and hopefully use it to get more attention on my fics.

I hope you guys can enjoy this!! Like I said my writer’s block is crazy but I’m trying my best. Please leave nice comments and stuff cause it makes me want to write more!!

Notes:

SO you could view this as a part 2 of my other buildermon chapter, but I won’t label it as such. It was originally supposed to be, but now that I re-read it.. I wrote them a lot different then before, especially because of the feminization I incorporated. So yeah !!

Mainly no request for this chapter other then someone asked for wingplay, but I can’t fetch the specific comment at the moment because I have to upload this chapter from my phone.

Notes: Telamon has head wings and back wings, Telamon begs Builderman to impregnate him (It’s not established that he actually gets pregnant after or anything view it how you’d like,) slapping, biting if you squint, of course heavy on breeding, heavy feminization (Telamon is heavy into it… transfem Telamon transfem Telamon,) They’re both amab though, Telamon bird behaviors!! Because it’s cute.

There’s probably more I could add, but I can’t think of it right now.

Sorry if the layout is fucked, I had to post this chapter on my phone.
Try to enjoy my autistic schlop!!!

Since that night with Builderman, things between the two had changed in ways Telamon wouldn’t admit to. Builderman, despite his deep affection for the winged deity, often found himself exhausted by Telamon's clingy behavior. Telamon would brush off Builderman's concerns with his playful, annoying smirk, insisting he was just "joking" or "playing around." But Builderman saw through it.

He noticed the subtle signs. Telamon sitting alone, carefully arranging twigs into little nests, or leaning into Builderman's touch with a desperation that spoke involuntary volumes. Even in his sleep, Telamon's whines and restless movements betrayed his turmoil, his wings futilely attempting to cover his body to conceal his arousal.

Builderman often wondered about Telamon's past, questioning whether the deity had truly been a virgin before their encounter. "No way," he mused, knowing Telamon's age and experience. Yet, he hesitated to ask directly, fearing the deity's relentless teasing if he did. With that, Builderman often dismissed these thoughts, attributing them to his own exhaustion.

"Work awaits me, and I have responsibilities. If Telamon seeks me out of need, he will find me. He always does, and he always has." Builderman told himself, drifting into a fitful sleep. Tonight, however, was different. Telamon's desperate whines echoed through the room, his body hot and writhing with need. Builderman's patience wore thin as he watched Telamon rut against the blanket, a sight, that was to him, both pitiful and arousing.

Suddenly, Telamon's wing brushed against Builderman, the man’s warmth causing the deity to shift closer. Telamon's hips pressed firmly against Builderman's body as he clung to him, his movements desperate and pathetically uncoordinated as he ground against him in his sleep. The deity jolted awake, feeling Builderman grab his wrists with bruising force.

Telamon stirred, his eyes fluttering open in confusion and embarrassment. He quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks flushed with shame. Builderman, recovering from the surprise, faced Telamon, his expression a mix of concern and exasperation. He clicked on the nightstand lamp, casting a soft glow over the room.

"Telamon, my love, do not hide from me," Builderman soothed, his fingers gently stroking Telamon's wing, eliciting a shudder from the deity. "Tell me, do you need my help, my sweet?" Builderman's tone was stern yet laced with worry. He gently uncovered Telamon's wing from his body, revealing the deity's flushed cheeks and downcast eyes.

"Telamon, what is bothering you? Why do you hide from me? You are so pretty, my angel. Show me those beautiful eyes of yours," Builderman cooed, his voice softening as he cupped Telamon's chin. Telamon's lips trembled, and with a hesitant sigh, he spread his wings, the feathers drooping in submission.

Telamon's voice quivered as he confessed, "B-Builder, I... I need to mate with you. I crave your children, your.. Your cum. I’m sorry," Telamon whined weakly, his voice laced with unusual guilt and shame. Builderman was taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered, getting on top and firmly pulling Telamon into a harsh, demanding kiss. His free hand stroked Telamon's wing, the deity's tears mingling with their passionate embrace.

As they parted, Telamon whimpered, his eyes glazed with need. Builderman continued to stroke Telamon's head wing, admiring the deity's pathetic, desperate expression. "See, my angel? This is why you should never hide from me," Builderman stated, his voice a loving blend of sternness and affection. Telamon pouted and looked away but was quickly pulled back to face Builderman, his eyes boring into the deity's soul.

"Are you really disobeying me, Telamon? Answer me truthfully. Does it not feel better with me on top of you?" Builderman's eyes held a malicious glint, and Telamon trembled, his wings folding in submission. "Yes, Builder. It feels good. I want it to stay like this. Please," Telamon whined, his voice weak and strangled.

Builderman smirked, leaning in close. "That's my good whore," he murmured, his words sending an involuntary shock of pleasure through Telamon, causing him to gently grind his hips up.

"You liked that, didn't you? How filthy," Builderman teased, palming Telamon's erection through his robe. "My dumb bitch in heat needs to be bred, doesn't she?"

Builderman's voice was steady, his smile cruel as he began to undo Telamon's robe, exposing the deity's vulnerable body and eventually positioning between his legs. Telamon trembled, his eyes clenched shut with shame, his body aching with need as his chest continuously ached with shameful arousal from being degraded. "Telamon, look at me. I won’t breed you if you can’t answer me. An unresponsive slut isn’t deserving, y’know?" Builderman held onto Telamon's hips, pressing his erection against the deity's rear, teasing him mercilessly.

Telamon opened his eyes, gently rutting against Builderman before whining with embarrassment and folding his wings over his face. Builderman rolled his eyes, tired of Telamon's disobedience.

He pulled Telamon's face up to his, pushing his wings away from his eyes delicately. When Telamon finally met his gaze, Builderman landed a firm slap on his cheek, causing Telamon to cry out, his body jolting with pleasure.

Builderman hovered his hand over Telamon's cheek, threatening further punishment. Telamon whimpered, "Y-Yes, yes, I liked it when you called me a whore! Please, Builder, you're embarrassing me!" The god cried pathetically, his eyes glazed with tears.

Builderman held Telamon's cheek, cooing as he caressed over the area he had slapped. "You should be embarrassed, my angel. You are pathetic. Imagine if everyone knew that their 'mighty, powerful' Telamon is beneath me, begging for my dick like some depraved slut. Do you think they'd believe it?" Builderman's voice was gentle despite his cruel words, and Telamon looked up at him with glossy eyes.

Telamon's lips trembled, but he found no will to disobey further. "B-Builder, I... I don't care if they find out. I don't care what they think. I want your babies, Builderman, please? Fill me up," he cried softly, his arousal twitching and leaking beneath his lover.

Builderman's eyes softened with affection and sympathy. "Is that truly all you desire, my sweet? To be filled by me?" Builderman shifted, pulling down Telamon's underwear, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "Do you like the idea of your stomach swelling with my children, my love? Want to be claimed as mine forever?"

Builderman pressed a kiss to Telamon’s cheek, his calloused hand wrapping around the deity's length, feeling him jolt and cry out as his aching length finally received the attention it craved. "Mmmh— Builder...! I... I want to be yours... Forever," Telamon gasped, his voice a mix of desperation and devotion, his eyes fluttering closed as pleasure washed over him in involuntary waves.

Builderman increased the pace of his hand, using his other to hold Telamon's cheek firmly, his thumb brushing against the deity's soft skin. "That's a good slut. Do you like it when I touch this pretty cunt of yours, hm?" he cooed, his words sending Telamon into a spiral of pleasure and submission. Telamon's dick visibly twitched, leaking more arousal, his body betraying his pathetic need for release.

"You're such a whore. But it feels so right, doesn't it? You know this is your place, don't you, my angel?" Builderman teased, the squelching of his hand covered in Telamon's filthy arousal filling the air, a sound of their shared desire. Telamon could think of nothing else, his stomach aching with a desperate, hollow need that gnawed at him before he began to sob desperately.

"Aahn—! I'm close, Builder, please don't stop! Pleasepleaseplease!!" Telamon cried, his voice becoming higher pitched, sounding utterly depraved and desperate for completion. Builderman just smiled, slowing down slightly in denial of Telamon’s orgasm but continuing to stroke, to the deity’s displeasure, his body trembling with anticipation.

Leaning in to Telamon's ear, Builderman's voice was demanding, making the god tremble with a mix of fear and excitement. "Then say it for me, my filthy slut. Confess that you're my whore who serves no purpose but to be bred full. To mother my children," his voice left no room for refusal, not when Telamon was this close, and especially not when Telamon's entire body ached for nothing more than to carry Builderman's offspring.

"Mnnh! Yes, I'm... I'm your whore— GgHh..! I... I desire nothing more but for you to make me a mother, Builder! Please...! Please let me cum and fill me uUup!!" Telamon cried, his voice a trembling plea, his eyes glazed with tears of need and submission. Builderman grinned, satisfied, before stroking Telamon's length faster, finally allowing the knots in Telamon's stomach to snap free, releasing a wave of pleasure that left him shaking.

Telamon's eyes rolled back as he let out a desperate cry, his hands squeezing Builderman’s wrist as he came hard, his cum making a mess on his tummy and chest, a testament to his overwhelming desire. Builderman admired the mess, leaning in to press a kiss to Telamon's cheek, his breath hot against the deity's skin. Telamon's eyes darted to another corner of the room, struggling to regain his composure, his body still trembling with the aftermath of his release.

Builderman preferred him like this, vulnerable and spent, and took advantage of the moment to pull Telamon's face against his chest, resting his body against the pillows, his strength surprising Telamon despite his status as a deity. Telamon's wings twitched, drawing Builderman's attention. The feathers were a disheveled mess, clearly needing preened. Surely, Telamon wouldn't mind a little help, right?

With gentle fingers, Builderman neatly fixed Telamon’s left head wing, moving the feathers back to their proper place and pulling out small pieces of lint they had gathered from the bed. "Hhn.. Builder..?" Telamon mumbled, dazed, feeling his body involuntarily respond to every little brush of Builderman’s skilled fingers against his delicate wings, each touch sending shivers down his spine.

"Yes, my love?" Builderman replied in a loving voice, letting go of the left wing and shifting his attention to the right one. Telamon shuddered, pressing his body against him, as if begging for more, his wings fluttering softly with each touch. Builderman's hands were firm yet gentle, his touch both commanding and caring, a contrast that left Telamon breathless.

"Keep.. doing that. It feels good," Telamon whined, his voice gentle and sweet, contrasting the reforming ache between his legs, which twitched every time Builderman nudged against his wing, gently stroking the membrane while pressing the feathers in place, each movement deliberate and intended to drive Telamon to the brink of madness.

"Your feathers are so soft, my delicate angel. Every time I touch one of them, it’s like I’m brushing against the entrance of heaven," Builderman cooed, his finger pressing against a particularly sensitive area of Telamon's wing beneath one of the feathers, eliciting a gasp from the deity.

"Aahn—! Bbuilder.. That’s.. That’s enough," Telamon cried, aching for Builderman to finally breed him, his body throbbing with need. But Builderman prioritized neatening up his wings over his need, his touch becoming more insistent and demanding.

"Oh, but Telamon… Your wing is still a mess. Be patient, my goddess. I know you can be good for me, can’t you?" Builderman teased, stopping his movements and waiting for Telamon’s response just to make him wait longer, his eyes glinting with mischief and dominance.

Telamon felt his whole body heat up even more just from being called “goddess”—and he couldn’t believe himself, but it felt so good, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with physical pleasure. His lips trembled, but he knew he couldn’t wait for much longer. "Mmhm.. I can wait, Builder.."

"That’s a good girl, Telamon. Such a good girl," Builderman praised, pressing an affectionate kiss to Telamon’s cheek, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away. He slowly, almost agonizingly so, continued to rearrange Telamon’s sweet feathers, enjoying how his body responded to the loving touches, each stroke a torturous yet loving promise of more to come.

Builderman didn’t try to hide that he was being slow on purpose, to Telamon's displeasure, his touch becoming more of a tease than a preen. Eventually, Builderman wasn’t even fixing Telamon’s feathers anymore, and he was just caressing his wings, his hands roaming with a possessive and claiming touch.

"Hmph! Please, Builder.. You’re just being cruel now," Telamon eventually whined, and Builderman laughed maliciously, as if he had been waiting for this, his chuckle low, a sound that strangely sent shivers down Telamon's spine. He firmly pulled Telamon’s body against his.

"Take off my clothes," his tone was firm, leaving no room for words, his voice a command that brooked no argument. Telamon quickly began to pull his pants down, eyeing his dick, but before his hands could remove his underwear, Builderman pulled them away, his grip firm and unyielding. Telamon whined, giving him a confused glare, his eyes wide with a mix of frustration and anticipation.

"Shirt first, angel," he teased, guiding Telamon’s hands to press against it, his touch guiding and commanding, leaving no doubt about who was in charge. The god scoffed with a pout before ripping it, causing Builderman to laugh mockingly, a sound that was both cruel and affectionate, a contradiction that left Telamon breathless.

"Telamon, are you really so desperate that you can’t pull my shirt off? You have to rip it off like some depraved animal?" He teased, discarding the ripped fabric of his old T-shirt, his movements fluid and confident, a stark contrast to Telamon's desperate and clumsy attempts. Telamon looked up at him with glossy eyes, impatient and aching with need, his body trembling with anticipation.

"For you, I am a depraved animal.. I need you so badly, Builder. Need your dick, noww.." He whined before finally pulling off Builderman’s underwear, discarding it before admiring his length, his eyes wide with lust and desire, a sight that sent a thrill through Builderman, a sense of pride and possession washing over him.

Builderman groaned slightly, pulling Telamon’s hair and nudging his tip at the deity's lips. Telamon pouted, his heart aching with a mix of desire and vulnerability. He yearned for Builderman to take him, to claim him already, but he knew his position was too vulnerable to truly complain. With a trembling hand, he held onto the base of Builderman's length before taking the tip between his lips, his tongue flicking over the slit and tasting the salty, intoxicating essence of his lover.

"Aahn.. Telamon. Stop teasing me.." Builderman whined, his voice a blend of pleasure and exasperation, slightly sounding threatening as he pushed his length deeper into Telamon’s mouth. Telamon smirked at his lust, but the expression was short-lived as Builderman thrust half of his length in, causing the deity to gag and sputter around the intrusion.

Builderman’s eyes practically rolled back, drool forming on his lips, before he began to fuck half of his length in and out of Telamon’s hot, blissful mouth. The larger god whined and choked, his body betraying him with waves of pleasure that left him dizzy and desperate for more.

When Telamon tapped on Builderman’s thigh erratically, Builderman pulled out, his length throbbing with need. He ignored it, holding Telamon’s drool-covered face and looking into his dazed, glassy eyes. "What’s wrong, my angel?" He asked, seeming worried, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear.

"Hmmph.. Builder, I can’t wait any longer.. I really can’t..!" Telamon cried, struggling to even focus his eyes, his voice a desperate plea. "I… I’ll make you feel so good, please.." His voice was a trembling whisper, little tears gleaming in his eyes, a sight that tore at Builderman's heart and stirred his desire.

Builderman’s gaze softened, and he held Telamon against him again before pinning him down, spreading his legs wide. He positioned his body on top of the deity, his movements deliberate and commanding. Telamon’s back wings embraced them both, as if he were trying to hold Builderman firmly against him, a desperate attempt to feel closer, to be one.

"Please.. Builder, I’ve needed this for so long.. Please, fill me.." Telamon whined impatiently, grinding his hips upwards and begging for attention, his body aching with a desperate need. Builderman smiled down at him, slowly pushing his tip inside, his groans mixing with Telamon’s relieved cries as his length stretched the deity, filling him completely.

"Ffuck— Fuckfuckfuck.. Builder, Bbuilder—Hhn!!" Telamon cried, desperately clinging to Builderman’s wrist, his eyes glossy, his eyelashes fluttering with each thrust. The deity’s body trembled, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation, his mind spinning with pleasure and submission.

"Shh, shh. Be a good girl for me. You’ve taken me before, angel, you can do it.." Builderman soothed, pressing a kiss to Telamon’s forehead before, with a final thrust, he filled Telamon all the way, his dick nudging that soft spot deep inside, but not moving, allowing the deity to adjust to the invasion.

"MNnppHh!! Bbuilder— Please!! More.. Please..!" Telamon cried, too depraved to even give himself time to adjust to Builderman’s length. His body begged for more, ached for the completion that only Builderman could provide.

"Shh, shh. Be patient. I’m the one in control, my love, so we will go at my pace." Builderman uttered affectionately, holding Telamon’s hip with one hand and his cheek with the other. Telamon just whimpered impatiently, aching to be filled with Builderman’s essence, his body trembling with anticipation and need.

Eventually, Builderman pressed his chest firmly against Telamon’s, starting off a slow pace, his length hitting right against Telamon’s sweet spots. The deity cried out, murmuring barely coherent whines for more, and Builderman groaned at the feeling of Telamon’s tight walls clenching around him, milking him, begging for his release.

"You’re taking me so well, Telamon. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Hhn — look so fuckin’ pretty with me deep inside," Builderman praised, trying to keep up his gentle pace. He swore Telamon would tighten even more with every word of praise he spoke, and it drove him insane, pushed him to the brink of madness.

"Ppleasee, Builder, please keep w—Wworshipping me.. Aahn—!" Telamon pleaded, his dick twitching and begging for attention, leaking with need and desperation.

Builderman smiled, noticing Telamon’s state, and grabbed one of the bigger man’s wrists before pulling it toward his length. "Touch your cunt for me, baby. Make yourself feel good, yeah.. If you’re good enough for me, I’ll fill you up twice, how about that, hm?" Builderman’s voice was loving, affectionate, and Telamon found himself flustered, unable to say no, his body responding to the command with a shiver of anticipation.

Telamon began to stroke his big length, feeling it twitch in his hands, the sensation almost too much to bear. He felt slightly overwhelmed by the dual stimulation, making him choke on his own cries, but it felt so good — especially when Builderman was praising and kissing him, exactly how he needed, and to him, exactly how he deserved. "Mmnh — Pplease, Builder, it feels so good. Please.. Please, faster..!" Telamon whimpered, and Builderman quickly complied, moving both of his hands to squeeze Telamon’s hips before he began to pound into the deity even faster.

Telamon was drooling, writhing beneath Builderman as he began to rut his length deep into him, and soon, his tip was slamming against his most sensitive spot, causing both of them to cry in pleasure, their bodies meeting in depraved slams, a melody of their filthy desire.

"Ffhh—Ffuck..! Telamon, Ggh.. My filthy temptress— Hhah.. You feel so good," Builderman praised, breath hot on Telamon’s ear before he moved one of his hands to play with Telamon’s chest, not faltering in his aggressively depraved pace. His touch was firm, possessive, claiming every inch of the god’s divine body as his own.

Telamon immediately shuddered, his hand slowing down on his length as desperate cries left his mouth, along with a filthy amount of drool, and it only spurred on Builderman’s movements further. He eventually leaned down to take one of Telamon’s nipples in his mouth, sucking on it desperately, occasionally pulling off to speak.

"Your.. Your tits are so perfect, Telamon. They’ll be perfect for feeding our children, won’t they..? Hhah—.." Builderman cried before beginning to slam his hips harder, unable to control himself, his body driven by a primal need to claim and breed.

Telamon’s lips trembled as he tried to reply, but couldn’t, his body burning with the aching feeling of being close, and the feeling of his body begging to be bred, to be filled completely as disgusting cries spurred from his lips. Builderman continuously sucked on Telamon’s chest, alternating between both of his nipples until it drove him insane, he couldn’t even feel ashamed about it — It felt so good, too good to resist.

"Builder, please!! Please cum inside of me!! Please, please please please!!" Telamon sobbed, his tip leaking with cum as he continuously struggled to stroke himself, his body writhing alone to take Builderman’s pounding length and his mouth on his chest at the same time. It seemed that Telamon’s need to be bred had caused his body sensitivity to increase, his body begging for Builderman’s release.

"Mhm, that’s a good girl. I’m gonna fill you up, gonna make you carry my kids, my.. My dirty whore.." Builderman cried, moving his mouth from Telamon’s nipple to bite at his neck, nibbling gently as he firmly pounded into him, driving them both to the point of no return, their bodies entwined in their own depravity.

Builderman let out a guttural cry once he reached his release, nails digging into Telamon’s hips as his dick spurted ropes of his hot cum deep inside of the god. Telamon whimpered with ecstasy just from being filled, following shortly after, stroking until his dick had covered his tummy in a bigger mess, a testament to his overwhelming pleasure and submission.

Builderman panted gently, struggling to catch his breath through all of the lust before he leaned down to give Telamon a depraved kiss, their lips slamming together and their tongues dominating one another before Builderman eventually pulled off. He was about to pull out, but Telamon whined and locked his legs, forcing Builderman to stay sheathed inside.

"Nno.. Builder, you said you’d cum inside of me twice if I were good! I’ve been so good.. I’ve been.. Such a good girl," Telamon whined pathetically, his voice trembling with need and desperation. Builderman scoffed before his gaze softened, his heart melting at the sight of Telamon’s pleading eyes.

"Sweetheart.. my hips are too sore. Would you like to ride me?" Builderman offered, despite seeming to slightly hesitate allowing Telamon to be on top, his voice gentle and caring. Telamon immediately perked up at the question, nodding eagerly, his wings fluttering with anticipation.

"Please Builder, please let me.. Hhmph, please.." Telamon whined impatiently, his body aching with need, his wings fluttering before Builderman pulled Telamon’s larger body on top of him, sitting in the same position they were earlier — Only now, Telamon had Builderman’s length sheathed deep inside of him, filling him completely, stretching him to his limits.

Telamon was eager to take control, even pulling away Builderman’s hands that were gently wrapped around his hips, his movements desperate as he began to slam himself onto Builderman’s length, causing both of them to cry in ecstasy. Telamon growled like a depraved animal, neglecting his dick as he focused solely on riding his lover, milking him for all he’s worth, and making him breed him full, his body aching for the completion that only Builderman could properly provide.

Builderman watched with slightly glossy eyes, groans leaving his lips, overstimulated by how Telamon’s velvety walls squeezed his dick tightly, begging him to release deep inside once again. "T—Telamon.. Fuck.. You’re.. You’re so fucking filthy," Builderman cried, even as he slightly ground his hips, obsessed with Telamon’s tight warmth. "My dumb breeding slut.. Your clit is so desperate to be touched, yet you’re too hungry for my cum to even touch yourself.." Builderman degraded cruelly, suddenly moving his hands to barely tease against Telamon’s tip, admiring how irritated it was, leaking pathetically, a sight that sent a thrill through Builderman.

Telamon cried, gritting his teeth as he continued to let out desperate strings of moans, unable to control himself. He was so close, but he didn’t want to cum.. Not until he was certain that Builderman had bred him full, his body begging for every last drop that he could milk out.

Builderman finally began to gently stroke Telamon’s thick length. He had gotten reasonably used to pleasuring it despite its size, yet still, Builderman would hesitate. He couldn’t lie, it made him feel good about himself, that he was able to bring a deity to such levels of ecstasy.

Even.. If that deity happened to be nothing more than a dumb slut who constantly craved to be bred.

Telamon whimpered, wanting Builderman to focus on his own pleasure instead of his — mainly so that he would breed him full quicker.. But he quickly learned that Builderman isn’t the type to submit, especially not to him. "Hmmph!! Cum inside of meee!" Telamon cried, suddenly slamming his hips harder, more aggressively, giving Builderman no chance at holding back his precious cum any longer, his body begging for release.

Builderman’s eyes rolled back in uncontrollable heights of ecstasy, and he moved his hands from Telamon’s dick back to his hips, digging his nails in harshly before he came hard, crying as his hot seed made Telamon’s tummy swell, his ass dripping, unable to hold any more with Builderman’s dick sheathed in. Telamon whimpered, his body slowing, his dick twitching desperately from being neglected, his mind spinning with the intensity of the sensation, his body trembling and wings drooping with the aftermath of their passionate encounter.

Builderman didn’t tolerate this, though, and he used all of his remaining strength to stroke Telamon’s length, causing him to cry and cling to his wrist, begging him not to stop as he ground up into his hand, his body begging for the ultimate release, the completion that only Builderman could provide.

Telamon, before long, let out a desperate cry, covering Builderman’s hand in his hot seed, panting desperately when Builderman didn’t stop after he came. His eyelashes fluttered, thick with tears, a sight that Builderman found beautiful, a testament to the intensity of their connection and the depth of their passion.

"Pplease, Builder, pleasepleaseplease!!! Too much!" Telamon cried, his voice becoming high pitched. He began to squirm and tremble, but it didn’t help his situation, his hips grinding up into Builderman’s hand, just overwhelming him more, pushing him to the brink of madness, his body aching for the ultimate release, the completion that only Builderman could provide.

Builderman smiled, slowing down his movements but not stopping, his touch gentle yet firm, a promise of more to come. "Oh, Telamon.. Such a sensitive cunt, yeah? What if I just.." Builderman murmured maliciously, moving his hand to touch Telamon’s sensitive, swollen tip. "Touch your clit instead, hm?" Before Telamon could even protest, Builderman began to circle his hand around the tip, causing him to cry desperately, whimpering, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensation, his mind spinning with pleasure and submission.

"Pleaseeee!! No— Nonono— Nno more!!! Hhah—!!" Telamon sobbed before Builderman eventually stopped, leaving him a panting mess, smiling affectionately, his heart swelling with love and pride, a mix of emotions that left him breathless and overwhelmed.

Builderman finally pulled out of Telamon, some of his cum spilling out. The two didn’t really mind it, since they and the bed were already a depraved mess.. it’ll just be a problem for tomorrow to deal with. Builderman grabbed a clean rag from the bedside table, cleaning some of the cum off of their bodies and his hands, but not making any further effort, his mind still reeling from the intensity of their encounter, his body aching with satisfaction and love.

Builderman finally pulled Telamon close, letting him rest firmly against his chest while he stroked the deity’s messy back wings, which he never had the chance to preen due to Telamon’s earlier impatience. He admired the beautiful feathers, the stronger, yet delicate membranes, as he pushed the feathers all into place, pulling out more pieces of lint and dust that got stuck inside, his touch gentle and caring, a promise of eternal love.

Telamon, not used to having his wings touched, would occasionally tremble, his body shuddering in response, but Builderman’s warmth made his body feel safe, his heart swelling with love and contentment, a mix of emotions that left him breathless and overwhelmed.

"You were such a good girl for me, Telamon. You still look so beautiful, even after being ruined.. My beautiful goddess." Builderman cooed lovingly, and Telamon felt an unbearable warmth embrace his heart — causing him to hide his face in Builderman’s chest, his body trembling with emotion, a mix of love, submission, and devotion that left him breathless and overwhelmed.

"I love you.." he mumbled weakly, causing Builderman to smile, his heart swelling with love, a mix of warm emotions that left him breathless and overwhelmed.

"I love you more, sweetheart." Builderman replied, kissing his forehead and letting the larger man fall asleep, his body finally relaxed and content.

Notes:

That day, Telamon discovered something new about him(her)self.

New Roblox admin in 9 months!!!

Feel free to leave requests but most of all please please please leave some more nice stuff. It’ll make me feel more motivated to write. I can’t promise when the next chapter will be posted, but I will try to take less than a month on it. It will probably be more 1x x reader since I already have some progress.

I heart transfem Telamon

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