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A Valentine Matinee (Part 1) | Illinois x Actor x M!Reader

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Warnings: dom/sub, light bondage, voyeurism

If someone took you to an art gallery and showed you the most famous painting there, you'd dismiss it as not being half as gorgeous as the sight in front of you right now. The expensive satin sheets glimmer like a deep wine in the warm light. They contrast the skin - gleaming with a thin layer of sweat from arousal - beautifully, adding to the wonderful work of art that is Marc, laid out before you on the bed.

"Like what you see, darling?" The actor teases, a smug grin filling his face as he deliberately turns his body to expose more of himself. Well, as much as he can whilst the leather straps keep his wrists above his head and tied to the bed frame.

"Mmm...I'd like it even more if your mouth was being used for a better purpose than begging for attention," You taunt, running a hand along your own naked thigh as a way to control the urge to grab at Marc's body. Another look at that shining brown leather reminds you of why you're being so reserved. They look out of place; a juxtaposition to the fine furnishings surrounding your prize. That's because they don't belong to him...and your prize is someone else's treasure.

"Now, come on. I know I've taught you better manners than that, darlin'"

The low, honeyed voice from across the room has a physical effect on the man below you. Although the smirk is still there, something changes in his eyes. His head bows a little. Submission.

"You're doing well, waitin' on my instructions like we agreed," Illinois comments. His tone of voice is different. It's clear he's now addressing an equal, and yet part of you still wants to turn around and face him. Size him up. You can't get carried away though...or there'll be no chance of this experience being repeated.

"I told you I'm good on my word," You reply, not taking your gaze off of Marc. The way he seems to try and hide his squirming at the two of you conversing is delightful.

"Hmm..." Illinois laughs slowly, "You sure you don't want whiskey?" He asks, and you're about to reply before Marc starts complaining on the bed.

"Not to interrupt this lovely little performance between you two but I believe that I am the object of desire here,"

Your Immediate impulse is to mock him - humiliate him with soothing words of pity mixed with sweetness. But although this is your show, you are not the director here.

"Don't let his whining fool you..." Illinois starts, that dominating tone back in his voice. Then, as if reading your mind; "He doesn't want gentleness, do you treasure? He likes to play the brat...but he just wants to be fucked hard."

At last, the first actual moan slips from Marc's mouth. Your cock pulses at the sound, your teeth biting at your lower lip. The man tugs at his bindings, his own cock bouncing at his stomach as his body squirms. A deep flush travels up from his abdomen. Gorgeous.

"That's my boy," Illinois praises, and a haze once again clouds Marc's eyes.

"Don't...don't belong to anyone but myself, Jones," He snarks, body betraying the falseness of his own words.

You hear the clink of a glass being set on a table, then a pause.

You tilt your head, taking in the full sight of the man one last time before you open your mouth to commencd the real performance.

"I don't want you to touch him, Y/N. I want you to fuck him,"

"Shall I touch him, now?"

There's a sound of a glass being set on a table. Then, a pause.

#hehehe #love me a bratty Actor #crass cave explorer #sassy snakelet #echo eros

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spicy-moths · 3 months

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Wait

Murdoch, Google x GN!Reader | Words: 2305

Warnings: use of "daddy", "master", "sir", "fawn", and "birdie", oral, gn! penetration, vibrator, threesome, breeding, unsafe sex, edging, overstimulation, voyeurism, masturbation, dumbification

MINORS DNI

Your back is slammed against the concrete wall behind you, your eyes trailing upwards as your lip quivers in fear. A fanged smirk meets your gaze, the glow of red piercing through you in a way that makes your veins chill.

“Pretty bird told me you’d be here, I’ve been looking for you, little fawn…”

Your eyes widen as he grabs your hips, pulling you forward and making you grab onto him for support. Hands grasp onto a tight knit sweater, and a kiss is planted to your forehead. He adjusts his grip to the underside of your thighs, hiking you up to straddle his hips as he now walks with you in his arms. You try to lean back to get a better look at him, but he abruptly stops so you fall against him again.

“Shhhh, I’ve got you. Don’t you worry. And I have help to make sure you stay with me here.”

Murdoch sets you down on his bed, gentle and with a small kiss before he backs away, revealing electric blue irises glowing from the dark corner. You make eye contact, and you hear a low grunt of someone getting up. You thought he was standing before, but the glow rises higher towards the ceiling, towering over you and your murderer.

“This is my new Google unit. You’ll find that he can meet your needs almost as well as I can. But you know that only daddy can give you everything you need, don’t you?”

His words make you choke on air for a moment, eyes wildly darting between the two of them before you manage a nod. The Google unit’s gaze washes over you, another chill that goes through you in waves as he studies you. How you hold yourself, how you relax, how your legs slowly drift apart the closer that Murdoch gets to you. Google’s hand reaches up to hold your jaw as he turns your head from side to side. It’s firm and almost painful, nearly making you want to tear his grip away before he lets go.

“The subject seems afraid of my presence, should I not be present for tonight?”

“No, I think they’ll learn. Whether they want to or not.”

Your cheeks redden at Murdoch’s words, more giving him the look of “the fuck you mean?” Murdoch simply smirks again, removing his sunglasses and putting them on a nearby table, neatly folded before he works on the rest of his outfit. Google gets continuously closer, you turning your head to be nearly face to face with him, somehow without your knowing.

“ANNUS CHRIST-”

“Language, fawn-”

“He scared me!”

“You want me to punish him? Is that what you’re begging for?”

You know he’s being a little shit, but also part of you is jealous that he would even insinuate that you wouldn’t be the focus of his attention. You were his, he made sure to remind you of it, no matter how many times he had to hunt you down.

“Such a good plaything, finally understanding what it’s like to be on my end, don’t you?”

Murdoch reaches out his gloved hand to hold your cheek, and you lean into it with a sigh. A glance downwards shows a hand trying to undo his belt buckle, and you move to assist him. Your knees hit the floor as your hands scramble to get it undone, what you were promised is so close you can almost taste it. Fingers are rooted in your hair to keep you at a distance, from going any further than he wants you to.

“You did not ask. Get back on the bed.”

“But-”

“On. The. Bed.”

You huff at him, pouting in his direction as you’re planted right back where you were before. Murdoch handles the rest of his own undressing, further away from the bed than he was before.

“Get my little fawn ready for me, but don’t go too fast. They must learn patience.”

Google nods, moving to tower over you. One hand is pressed to your chest, pinning you down with ease as his other pulls at your clothes. Not having any other partner than Murdoch is something you got used to, but knew it probably wouldn’t be a forever thing. How he’d brag about making you bounce on his lap while his buddies watch, and it’d make your brain fuzzy just thinking about it. But Google’s fingers were precise, poking and prodding in ways that made your expectations divert every few seconds, not letting you relax.

Once you’re fully undressed however, he realizes that he is without anything to prep you with. His eyes meet yours as he processes something for a moment, and fingers are brought to your lips.

“Open.”

Slowly you part your lips, just to have your mouth forced open wider with fingers stuffing it. They trace your tongue, forcing back into your throat, before extracting them slowly. He smears your saliva with his thumb, face still stoic as he gaze returns to your mouth.

“It will do. I expected you to be wetter for your master.”

“Damn.”

Murdoch tries to hold in his laughter as you try and glare at him, only to be interrupted by a single synthetic finger entering you. A moan is forced from your lips, Google’s other hand moving to your hips to hold you down. Right as the room begins to stop spinning, he begins moving his finger slowly, pumping in and out to get you used to the sensation. Being forced to lay still, nothing to grab onto but the sheets, before a second is added.

“There we go, taking it so well. Keep those legs open for me, I want to watch.”

Between Google’s legs, you spot Murdoch in his chair, now completely undressed and watching you amusedly. You know he’s hard, and you want him to break with impatience. Maybe you’d get out of this painstakingly long proce-

Your thoughts are cut off by a third finger, and you look up to see a sadistic smile from the android caging you in. He thrusts his fingers in harder, just to hear you whimper and try to roll your hips with him.

“My analytics are telling me that they are not nearly ready enough, but I don’t believe I can satisfy their cravings with just fingers.”

“Hmm… I could use their mouth. We’ll see if they’ve learned their lesson from your explorations.”

You try to follow the conversation between the harsh thrusts of Google’s fingers, crooking them to nail the spot that makes your body shake beneath him. You think that he’s going to make you cum on them, thinking the coil building is about to burst when he removes his fingers entirely. He inspects his fingers, grinning again as he moves to a side table, fishing around for some tissues to clean off his hand.

“In the future, they’re trained to clean them off.”

“I thought the goal of these preparations is to not give them what they want.”

A whine of protest confirms his statement, your legs closing and thighs rubbing together for some kind of relief. Surprised, but proud, Murdoch moves to the end of the bed. His hips are right at the correct height for you, but you’re too out of it to realize what’s about to happen. The pop of a cap from a bottle of lube startles you back to the present, and you start to get alarmed at both men moving to maneuver you.

You’re put on your front, hips up in the air as Google undresses himself, lubing up the two of you before pushing in. Artificial ridges, bumps, all pushing against your walls and forcing you even more open. Your mouth hangs open for just a moment, closing around a familiar feeling and making you moan at an addictive taste. You think for a moment that Google is just going to fuck you onto Murdoch’s cock, but you haven’t felt his hips touch yours yet, despite how full you feel in this moment.

“Perhaps this attachment is a bit too big for such a little plaything, they are not trained to it yet.”

“Make it fit. They can handle it.” Murdoch’s hips pull back before snapping back, thrusting into your throat. Agonizingly slow, Google rolls his hips and gets his entire cock inside you. Your body shakes from how full you feel, having already been edged once, but you know that they’re nowhere near done. His hands grip your hips tight, holding you in place with no place to squirm. Murdoch’s hand roots in your hair once again, as his patience is making you drool around his cock stuffed into your mouth.

“Why don’t you show them what that attachment does, Google? They deserve a treat for being so patient like I wanted.”

“As you wish, sir.”

A split second is all you have to process before the vibrations consume you, filling you past anything you’ve ever experienced. Any edge you were near, you were just sent catapulting over, nails digging into the bed as you cum on the spot. It’s so much, any remaining thinking you had left being shaken lose to come out of you in moans. And Murdoch, never one to miss an opportunity, begins fucking your throat as you have no other option than to be at the mercy of the two men who have filled you from both ends.

“There’s- nggh~ my little fawn. You could’ve had all of this earlier if you were good.”

“This is what they deserved. And perhaps they will know not to run if this is what is promised to them.”

Google remains unmoving, keeping himself fully seated inside you past the occasional roll of his hips to make you lose your mind even more. His chest presses against you as he bends over you, forcing your legs open even wider to nearly flatten you against the bed.

“You will stay an obedient plaything for your master, or I will make you regret every moment there is not a cock inside of you.”

His words make you moan more, hands moving to Murdoch’s hips as you feel him speed up, thrusts getting more desperate as he nears his climax, fucking your throat. Any noise you’ve been making is amplified tenfold, trying to make him cum just that much faster. Murdoch’s own short nails dig into your scalp, nearly making you bleed as he climaxes. He’s breathless for a few moments once he works himself through the aftershocks, admiring how you look stuffed from both ends.

“There’s my fawn, you swallowed down daddy good, didn’t you?”

He pulls out and you moan into the open air, no longer muffled. Your breathing starts to reach panting again, your second climax nearing quickly. Eyes pleading with him, wordless begs for permission.

“Go ahead. You’re not done yet, little birdie.”

Google growls into your ear as the vibrations stop, but he begins pounding you into the bed. Elbow braced next to your head, other hand forcing your head down into the mattress to muffle your screams. All the while, Murdoch just sits back, stroking himself while his fawn is destroyed by his brand new toy.

“You like being used by others, don’t you? Won’t feel the need to escape while your master is gone when I can take every thought away. Just stay here on my cock, you’ll be okay.”

Google’s malicious coos in your ear is all you can recognize over the sound of his hips slapping against yours, his grunts and your cries and moans. It goes on for so long, you’re not sure how many climaxes he’s fucked you through. Not stopping even a moment to let you breathe or relax.

“That’s enough, I think they’re ready now. Thank you, Google.”

“No thanks necessary. They took it all well.”

Google pulls out from you, leaving you half sunken into the mattress and completely limp limbed. Tears stream from your eyes from overstimulation, not even bothering to get up or try to move. Murdoch moves to you, flipping you onto your back slowly as he drags your hips down. He shushes your noises of protest, slowly sliding himself in with a gentle push to the back of your thighs, folding you in half.

“It’s okay, daddy’s here. I’m gonna fuck it better, don’t worry little fawn.”

His pace is gentle, nothing like Google’s brutal rhythm. Yet your oversensitivity makes it still feel like it was, whines and noises met with gentle kisses to hush you. He guides your hands to his face in hair while you’re in his mating press, encouraging you to grab and hold in your weakened state.

“Daddy’s gonna breed you good, isn’t he? It’s what little fawns were made for. Just for me, sweetheart.”

A giddy little sound exits your lips and he coos, kissing and marking your neck. He growls long and low, spilling into you and fucking it in deeper. His hips finally stop and he sits up, still inside you as he lets you relax. Simply staring unblinking at the ceiling, he kisses your forehead as he reaches for a knife handle, now consistently used as a plug for you, and replaces himself.

“Hi, you’re a little dumb right now, aren’t you?”

He cocks his head at you with a little smile, chuckling at how you look at him for a moment, then begin to space out again with a little giggle. You’re lifted into his arms, resting against his chest as he leans back against the headboard. You’re wrapped in a blanket, making you a little giggly burrito.

“Are they usually like this afterwards?”

“Usually it takes them a lot longer to get to this point. We’ll definitely have to try this again.”

“Oh we will, don’t worry.”

#chaosspicywrites #meat sword stabber #sixteen wires

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Their Perfect Treat - Anti's Turn

Anti, Dark, Necromancer x AFAB!Reader Word Count: 876

Warnings: Oral, use of good girl, begging

If I forgot anything, please let me know so I can update that list!

You squirm under the demon's gaze, knowing that you're in for a treat but also something so very intense, far too soon after the experience you just had. There's nothing you can do to close your legs, to stop the inevitable from happening. Anti knows this...and seems to enjoy the idea of you trying to get away, trying to stop him, and knowing that you can't. Of the three, you know he likes to shapeshift the most, changing himself to make you scream. At least, that's what the book promised.

You're starting to, maybe just a little bit, regret summoning all three of them at the same time.

He kneels at the bedside, nuzzling the inside of your thigh lovingly as he squeezes his hands there, his claws biting into your skin ever-so-gently. Slowly, he laps at your thighs, cleaning up the sticky mess that spilled there, happily cleaning it up. His tongue and fingers feel like static electricity on your skin, leaving goosebumps and shivers tracing over your legs. Anti's mouth works higher and higher up, switching between your thighs in slow, perfect agony.

Then his tongue flicks briefly over your clit. You're barely coming down from the overstimulation, the oversensitivity that's rioted through you, and now it's back, intense and all consuming. Despite how you writhe, he holds you in place, now working over the bundle of nerves faster and more intensely than before. It's so much.

He lifts his mouth briefly, just long enough to chide you.

"We're still getting started...be a good girl and scream~"

You don't have time to process that before his mouth is on you again, and his long tongue is pushing into you, moving with an inhuman way as he all but devours you. Anti chuckles at your wide-eyed gasp, his claws digging once more into your skin, this time holding your hips in place as he savors how you clench down around his tongue, both arching towards him and trying to push away. You can feel that peak coming again, looming ever closer on the horizon. It's so close--

And the bastard pulls back, licking his lips as he sits up, grinning at you with his mouth full of sharp shark teeth.

"Desperate girl, aren't you? Don't worry, you'll get what you want~"

Anti flips you over with ease, enjoying how you try and squirm to get away from him. The demon's buzzing grasp lands on your hips again, settling you on your knees, ass in the air. Those claws trace lines along your thighs now, leaving little raised marks in their path, as he teases you longer and longer, unwilling to let you do anything more than squirm. Despite that line of overstimulation, you crave more, and being left on display like this...it's making your need all the more intense.

"P-please..."

He chuckles, low and dark, claws digging into your hips. "That's right, beg~"

You can't stop your words from being a babbled stream of desperation, unable to see how he frees himself before you feel his cockhead at your entrance. He bends over your back, groaning at the feel of you, how wet you already are. Once he bottoms out, Anti sighs, unmoving, enjoying how your walls clench down around him, how you squirm trying to get him to move. Instead, he wraps around you, keeping you in place as he grabs at your chest, his fingers a sweet torture of buzzing against nipple and sensitive skin. And he just stays.

"Please! Please, m-move, I-I need--"

You almost choke on your words as he pulls back, almost all the way out, before slamming into you hard, setting a brutal pace that's mind-wiping in its intensity but also so damn good. It feels like every thought is being replaced by the low constant buzz of static, the only things you can feel are the places his claws press into your skin and the way he thrusts into you so hard you feel yourself being pushed up the bed and dragged back down. So much so, that you're shocked as another orgasm rips through you, tightening you around Anti...whose pace never so much as slows as he keeps up his unforgiving pace.

"Fuck, pretty thing, you're so needy~ Don't you worry, we'll fuck you proper~"

Impossibly, he goes faster, harder, seeming to fill you more and hit that perfect spot every time he moves now, as if he's trying to keep you in a constant state of mindless bliss with how he moves. And maybe he is, but then Anti shifts slightly, making you scream as he cums hard.

"Fuuuuuuuuck, that's right, good girl~"

He stills, for a bit, and rocks his hips again to see if he can get away with fucking you again, before you feel him pull out fully. Breathless, you roll onto your side, feeling how his cum slowly drips from you again, unable to process your surroundings again.

For the first time in hours, or at least it feels like hours, your wrists and ankles are freed from the magic bonds. Though they don't ache at all, surprisingly, when you roll onto your back, you're greeted by glowing eyes, a wild grin, and the last of your summoned partners.

"Hello, little treat..."

#I was promised this #mhmhmhmhmhmmm #kinky knifey boy #frisky fey

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spicy-moths · 6 months

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Offer

Google x GN!Reader | Words: 368

Wrote this at 4:00AM while in a lot of pain. Enjoy.

Warnings: use of "sir", "master", "kitten", "pet", exhibitionism, oral, bondage, unprotected sex (no risk), mind control, manipulation, dumbification

”Such a good pet, can’t resist the taste of their master, can you?”

You blink your eyes up at him, thoughtless and needy. He cards his fingers through your hair as you whimper, soothing you to rest your head on his thigh.

“That’s it, don’t think about anything at all. Sir does all the thinking.”

“Sir, the rebels have been captured.”

“Bring them in. I must show them the types of benefits we offer with their full surrender.”

You’re pulled off of him as he lifts you up, wires moving to decorate your body with ornate patterns and restrain you in more natural ways, as you’re lowered onto his length. Google coos at your whines, kissing your neck until you quiet again. Through the haze, you see several humans get dragged in, all attempting to fight back.

“I see we have some visitors. You will have to come close yourselves, I don’t put myself on the same plane as scum. They ought to stay beneath me, where they belong.”

You see them get dragged forward by some of the same wires that wrap around your body. He kisses your cheek, grinning against your skin.

“This is what you could offer me, although no one could replace my favorite pet. My kitten offered themself to me so easily, and I’ve taken care of their every need…”

Google rolls his hips and you let out a soft moan, and you can feel the smirk spread across his face. As they start to protest, the ringing gets louder, drowning them out but also causing you pain.

“Now now, shush. You’re hurting them. I would hate to see them get ruined in such an ugly way, especially at your hands. Run along, and do think about it. All your urges and needs, met. I just need you to kneel.”

The room quiets with the exit of the rebels, and Google’s attention is on you again. He grips your hips tightly, and begins bouncing you on his lap.

“So well trained, sat in your master’s lap so perfectly. Good kittens get a reward. Nice and loud for me, tell me how you say thank you…”

You moan out his title, collapsing against him.

#chaosspicywrites #sixteen wires

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spicy-moths · 6 months

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Thigh

Mack x AFAB!Reader | Words: 1202

Warnings: use of "daddy", "kitten", spanking, ownership, breeding, thigh riding, brat taming, manhandling, bondage, praise, degradation, exhibitionism, pet play, cum play, bruising, free use, oral sex, unprotected sex, leather, size difference

MINORS DNI

“Hello, kitten.”

Mack’s hand rests on the small of your back, snaking around your waist before his arm is fully around your waist, pulling you close. You let out a noise of surprise, alarmed at his openness while you’re both still working.

“Mack, what are you doing? Not now.”

He scoffs, tightening his hold on you.

“Daddy has needs, and you are going to fulfill those needs. Aren’t you, kitten?”

You try to push him away, which only makes him growl. He kisses your neck, tugging down the neck of your shirt to make a mark on your pulse point.

“Did you forget who owns you? Does daddy’s kitten need a reminder?”

A groan slips past your lips as you squirm, him easily lifting you off the ground to carry you into a nearby closet, locking the door behind the two of you. Only Mark would be able to open it, but he’s down in the warpcore for today. Still doesn’t mean that others won’t hear you…

His free hand slips down your chest, unzipping your coveralls and letting them pool on the ground. He moans as he sees the sight of you, pressing you against the wall.

“Putting up a fight when you aren’t wearing anything at all? Really thinking that daddy was gonna fuck you today. Maybe that’s what you wanted. Isn’t it, kitten?”

“You stole my clothes, you fucker-”

The words are barely out of your mouth when you feel a slap to your thigh, causing a yelp from you.

“That’s not how we talk, is it? Now, are you going to be good?”

“Fuck you-”

“Gladly.”

Your tank top is the next to go, him deciding to use it to bind your hands together behind your back. As you’re pressed against the cold of the metal wall, you start to fight back a bit more, but his sheer size makes it difficult to get any leeway. You feel his thigh push between yours, still fully clothed. A gloved hand comes up and wraps around your neck, forcing you to look up with a brief squeeze.

“You are gonna ride daddy’s thigh so you get nice and wet for him, understood? Daddy thinks his little slut needs a bit of time without his cock first.”

He pushes his thigh upwards, the rough fabric brushing against where you’re most sensitive. You want to resist, and you try, until both of his hands go to your hips, guiding you to hump his thigh. His grip is firm, the cold leather sending a chill up your spine as he shifts your hips, pulling the first proper moan from your lips as your clit begins to feel that friction. Mack grins, noticing the wet spot that’s growing on his thigh.

“That’s it, needy little whore. Only daddy can make you feel good, isn’t that right? Everyone thinks the captain is in charge, but the captain is just a slut for their head engineer, free for him to use when he wants. I could’ve had you bend over that center console, facing the door so everyone could see how well you take me. Because that’s what you need.”

Your legs begin to shake as he’s been increasing his pace while he talks, one finger beginning to rub at your clit with vigor. Your moans are desperate as your head swims, mouth hanging open as you lean back against him.

“D-daddy-”

“That’s right. Just me in your thoughts. Shame that such an intelligent brain was wasted on a couple of holes for me to use.”

The words are growled into your ear, a mark bitten into your neck to match the one from before. When his teeth sink in, your coil releases and you cry out for him. He works you through your high, before lowering his thigh and admiring the mess you made.

“Has daddy’s slut earned his cock? Or maybe he should leave you in here to fuck later, like a proper toy…”

“Pl-ease- da-dd-dy-”

“Good girl.”

You’re flipped around, and he steps back to undress. The thigh of his coveralls is soaked, sending a heat to your cheeks before you look back up at his face. Mack smirks as he frees his cock, giving you a show of stroking it before approaching again. His coveralls and boxers are discarded first, then his turtleneck.

“What are you?”

“...da-addy’s kit-ten…”

“And what do good kittens do?”

“...ta-ake dadd-y’s cum-m…”

“Good girl. Spread your legs.”

You lean back against the wall, spreading your legs. His fingers glide over you, setting off your sensitivity before he slips two inside, pumping into you briefly before pulling out. He inspects your wetness for a moment, giving it a small lick before he holds his fingers to your lips.

“Suck.”

Mack’s fingers are pushed into your mouth as you groan, sucking on them as he hikes you up the wall. His other hand grips your ass tightly as he lines himself up, sinking into you gradually. Once he’s fully seated inside you, he removes his fingers, moving them back to your clit.

“Be a good little kitten and take all of daddy’s cum, won’t you?”

“Ple-ease- I ne-ed it-”

“Yes you do, good girl.”

He moves you, fucking himself with you. The smooth metal behind you helps with the movements, allowing you to just focus on his dick in you, and his touches. You try and keep your moans quiet, but one shift of his hips and you’re seeing stars. Your forehead goes to rest against his chest, muffling your pleads and whimpers with his skin. Mack just chuckles, picking up his pace.

His mouth moves up and down your neck, painting you in hickeys and bites. With every bounce as he fucks your cunt, it feels like you tighten around him just that much more. He’s thick, grazing against everything and more, all while nailing your most sensitive spot. “...g- go-nna cu-um-”

“Go ahead, kitten. You’ll get what you want.”

An excited squeal slips from your mouth, giving into all the pleasure. You tighten around him and he growls, the fingers on your clit beginning to go faster, playing you perfectly as you cum, hard and messily. You scream out his title, no longer remembering nor caring about who hears you. He’s all you need, and will provide everything you crave. A few more pumps, and you feel the warmth spreading inside you, continuous and filling.

“Small thing, you’re going to fill up before I’m empty…”

You whine, wanting it all. You earned it. You need it.

He stops when it starts flowing out onto your thighs, unable to fuck more into you. Mack keeps you on his cock as he thinks, enjoying you keeping him warm while keeping you full. Eventually he pulls out, frowning at how much spills out of you as he lowers you to the floor. On your knees, you look up, seeing that he’s still on the edge, not quite done.

“Enjoy your treat, kitten. Daddy can’t let any of it go to waste.” Your mouth is around him in an instant, and his cum begins to get fucked into your throat. “There we are, just as you should be. Daddy’s little cumslut.”

#chaosspicywrites #dicktator mackerel

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spicy-moths · 6 months

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Commission done for @echo-echo31 of Alpha from their series Chains.

#sixteen wires #chaosspicyort

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spicy-moths · 6 months

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Hands On Approach

Google x Actor x AFAB!Reader Word Count: 1595

Warnings: Pet training mention, use of "Daddy", "Sir", "kitten", "good girl", slight dehumanizing, sex toys, anal, edging, light degradation, praise kink, wires for shibari, double penetration, threesome, deep-throating, hair-pulling, face-fucking

It's been months since Google has taken you in, in his words, and helped you...understand the pleasures he wanted you to experience. Uncertain, he had said, of how humans sought pleasure, why sex was such a large part of their day to day lives. It wasn't until weeks later that you had learned that you were one of several human pets of his, and he was happy to train you all to be desperate, needy, mindless...all unable to cum unless he commanded it.

And you, who had knelt on the first day before him, asking him to do what he wanted with you, had quickly become his favorite. You could last longer than the others when he gave you his cock, could take more, listened without needing to be punished. You had taken a single look at him, handsome with a glint of something else, something dangerous, in his eyes, and you knew that this was your life now. You didn't need anything else. You might not be one of the ones wearing a collar, in need of further training, but he had marked you as his in a more permanent way. It had hurt, at the time, but the microchip allowed him to overtake your body whenever he'd like, and he liked to. You didn't wear a collar to mark your servitude to the android. You didn't need to. Most days, his hand was enough of a grounding weight to keep you there.

Today, he was giving you a gift, he said, bringing you along to help him bring pleasure to another one of his pets. And oh, he was a feisty one, Google had told you. Special. Unaging, had arrived at the doorstep because he was bored, and there was a promise there. This was a pet who would go free when he liked, instead of trained to need nothing but Daddy's cock. And you, you'd get a special toy.

He had already gifted you the toy, crooning as he watched you admire it. A double-ended dildo, shaped perfectly like his own cock at both ends. You had looked up at him with those big eyes, waiting until he gave approval. He watched as you teased yourself, sliding the toy across your folds, grinding against it until you and it were soaked enough that it would have been nothing to take the full length of it. You took your time, knowing by the flashing glow of his eyes, that he was enjoying this thoroughly. It wasn't quite the same, too giving and not inhuman enough for you, for your needs. Your voiced displeasure at the lack of him, the beg of "Daddy..." was all he needed as you bottomed out the toy. He folded you in half right there, fucking into your ass with the slow, taunting pace he liked to keep, making sure to tell you to not cum before he did.

Right now, that toy was kept in place, jostling with every step, with beautiful bright blue wires, the same that wrapped a delicate pattern around your whole body in place of ropes. Google was leading you to his prize, unable to feel even the faintest chill on your bare skin, the artificial cum still dripping down your legs, declaring to all that would pass you by who kept you well fucked. That was another thing that made you a favorite: how you kept yourself always ready for him, ready for him to take at any moment. You had already stopped twice along the short path so he could refill you like you needed. Next time he offered you this toy, maybe you would ask him to fill you up first, so you could use it to keep fucking him deeper into you...next time.

FInally, the offered door was in sight, and Google let you enter first. The man perched upon the bed looked wealthy and bored, his red silk robe open to display how he wore nothing else.

"Good god, you took your time. Come now, promises to keep, urges to satisfy."

Google tsk'd, shaking his head. "Desperate little actor, so needy." The tone made you shiver, moaning softly before his hand rested on your head. "I've brought my favorite toy to play this time."

"Lovely, I'm sure. Can we get on with thi--"

"Flip over." Another moan pulled itself from you without thinking, the commanding tone of your Daddy making your legs feel weak. The man on the bed paused, before shrugging fully out of the robe. He settled, hips up in the air as he spread his legs. You swallowed, eyeing how his cock twitched, pre-cum dribbling onto the sheets below him. He wanted this as much as you, and as much as Daddy wanted it. You whine, looking up at him, and the android chuckles.

"Yes, kitten, now we can play."

He guided you forward, pressing on the actor's hips, forcing him lower. Carefully, Google guided your hips, helping line up and push the toy in. Inch by delicious inch, you pushed your hips forward, mind emptying as the resistance you met pushed the toy further back into you, grinding in all the best ways. The man moaned, loudly, eager for it as you bottomed out, rocking your hips gently in a thoughtless need to grind and clench around the silicone filling you.

"Good girl, that's right...Oh, my perfect pet...you're making him rut into the bed. You're filling him so full~" Google's dark chuckle was all you needed, all that spurred you on, as you thrust slowly into the quickly-pliant man under you. "Greedy little whore that he is...go on, kitten, ruin him, just like I trained you~"

And how could you deny Daddy? You know the right ways to grip the man's hips, dragging him back onto the toy with a force that you know, you know, is Google controlling him through you, using your much smaller body to forcefully fuck the man under you. You can feel yourself dripping around the toy, slicking your legs, and easy to almost get lost in the bliss of it all.

Almost. You whine at the sudden stop, relaxing further into the hold that keeps your muscles from moving like you want to, like you need to.

"Not yet, kitten."

"F-fuck, pl-please, sir..." The moan comes from this new toy, this actor that seemed so confident before. He's begging, trying to stare at Google.

"Ah, but you wanted edging, didn't you? Start again, kitten."

Once more, you start up your motions, not beginning slowly any more, moving faster, harder. Each time the man under you gets close, Google has to stop, waiting until the high fades. By the forth time, it's a nigh-constant battle of moans, between yours and this man's, but you're made to step back, pulling from him as he becomes nigh boneless. He rolls over, panting, and you get a good view now.

The man had been so self-important when you first stepped in, but now his perfectly styled hair was a mess, his skin flushed and his cock is lazily dribbling pre-cum. You lick your lips, whining.

"What is it, kitten?" Google's hand brushes your cheek, as tender as he really gets.

"C-can I make him cum, Daddy?"

He croons, this time gripping your chin gently, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip. You open your mouth for him, letting him slip the digit in. You close your eyes and suck softly on it, telling him all that he needs to know.

"Alright, be a good girl, let him fuck your mouth. It's least I can do."

You don't need direction to bend over at the waist, legs spread and arms behind your back, even as thick wires come from the floor, binding your arms in place. You don't need your hands to take the actor's cock, moaning softly at the taste and weight of him on your tongue. It's not the same as Google's, not nearly as satisfying for you, but it's still good. He rocks his hips into the warm, wet heat of your mouth. Google chuckles from behind you, grabbing your thighs and lifting you.

"And as a reward for my kitten...for being such a good little whore~"

You scream around the cock in your mouth, eyes rolling back. You get this so rarely, it's a perfect treat. Google works himself slowly into your dripping cunt, alongside the toy. The stretch is so much, impossible and certain to break you, but so perfect. You almost cum from that alone, but stop yourself. You haven't been told you can. He bottoms out, immediately slowly rocking his hips.

"Go ahead. Fuck their throat. They love it."

And you do. You're filled almost impossibly full, used as a toy for your Daddy in every way. The actor cums almost immediately thrusting hard and fast with his hands tight in your hair, spilling down your throat as tears slip down your face, mind empty of anything but the pleasure-pain that being Google's favorite pet promises. Your body goes onto autopilot, suck and swallowing, trying to get more. This time, your hair is pulled from behind, and Google's tugging makes your back arch.

"I want to hear you, you filthy little pet. Cum for me and scream."

He fills you with his own cum in that moment, setting your orgasm off like a perfect crash, filling you somehow fuller, his title nothing but a scream in the air that leaves your throat raw. Your world has narrowed to sightlessness even as he pets your hair.

"Good girl."

#mmmmmm this is good #I didn't think this would get me...#welp #sixteen wires #sassy snakelet #frisky fey

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