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★ | glass box

drabble w/@sooniebby 's original character!

sypnosis: you come home drunk from a team celebration with your co-workers. your boyfriend doesn't like it, he doesn't like that others has seen you like this; a mess. to ease his worries, he makes an even bigger mess of you.

𝅄 ༊࿐⠀ִ⠀this is my first time writing for a character that doesn't belong to me, haha. this drabble is all over the place, goes from point a to point b really quickly. still, i hope you enjoy this self-indulgence as much as i did 𖦹 ´ ᵕ ` 𖦹

ily soonie for lending me moon jae! i'm looking to even more fics of him and for more of your works! i love every bit of your works <33 !!

cw: mdni. reader is mentioned to have a dick. spanking (mentioned once), overstimulation, dick squirting, dumbification, inserting plot in porn is not my best suit.

"...ngh." you choke on your moans. saliva coated the necktie that's stuffed in your mouth. you think you're going to throw up. you sure drank a lot tonight together with your co-workers and your team manager. you were drunk enough to forget you had a boyfriend at home, waiting for your return. "jae—hnghh... m' gohnna—"

slap!

you whimpered at the harsh slap of his thick, veiny palm on your round ass cheek. you cried, sobbing in humiliation as your dick squirts cum.

your boyfriend’s resounding chuckle made your hips twitch, and your thighs quiver. he rested his palm on your redden ass cheek, caressing it softly with a pinch. his other hand's three digits deep inside your tight hole, pressing against the bundle of nerves as you twitch in overstimulation. "that quick?"

you pant, the pillow under your dick was soaked in your cum. your dress shirt's drenched in sweat, and your underwear's hanging on your ankle. you were a perfect mess; a mess only meant for moon jae. his alone.

seeing you walk inside the house, face flushed, hair messy, and your collar button undone made him feel irritated. you let others see this side of you—the side that was only meant for him, not anyone else.

"i came..." you let your tie fall down as you swallow your saliva, gulping oxygen. "for... five times—"

"let's make it six?" the condescending tone in his voice paired with the sudden thrust of his fingers inside you made your stomach tingle, your insides tighten around his fingers. your soften dick twitched to life as you cried on his lap. god, you loved his fingers. so thick, so big, and soft. he took great care of his hands despite his nonchalance for important things.

"... can't anym'..." you sobbed, bound hands tied together by the cuffs jae bought a while back for you, a congratulatory present for your promotion. you thought back then, if he had the money to buy such an expensive, mundane item, then why is he relying on you for expenses?

he shushed you, hissing through his teeth as he pats your head, slowly picking up the pace of his fingers. "you can, doll. you will." he promises you with his fingers entangled in your hair. "lift your hips for me."

his whispered promise did wonders to your almost stupefied brain. it's times like these that you forget all rationale thought and give in to his whims, bending your joins and going along to his rhythm like a doll. you forget that this man has not only been freeloading off of you, but he has constantly wronged you in the past. still, instead of kicking him our of your house and your life for good, you suddenly are on your hands and knees, taking his length like a good whore. he'll whisper apologies, whisper unfulfilled promises into your ear as he cums in you, filling up every crevice he can and will reach.

he imprints himself in you, making sure that the claws of his talons will put you in your place. make you stay in the nest you built, never letting you go.

"ffuuuckkk—" your tounge lols out of your mouth, the tip of it peeking out as your eyes gradually lose focus. you grip the cushion of the couch beneath your fingertips, trying to find purchase in the unbearable waves of pleasure that came crashing down on you, pulling you in with utter ecstasy. "shoo ghoood... ah—sho fucking good—"

"yeah? you like it?" he leans down, towering over your quivering upper half on his lap. there was a satisfied smile on his face, a grin stretched wide enough for it to look unsettling. he pistons his fingers inside you, lube and the cum he shoved in you from your previous orgasms sloshed and squirts out from your hole. you can't think of anything else but the fingers inside you, messing you up no other people could ever do. he makes sure of that.

"'ove it s'much..." you whimpered, fucked out dumb. your mutters were almost incoherent, the slapping of his fingers in you and your juices squelching were louder than your hoarse voice. "don'wan you ... hng—'t stop..."

"you don't want to?" you shake your head as he tuts, gripping your jaw and shoving two of his fingers inside, playing with your lax tounge. "use your words, doll. you know i like it when you're vocal."

"dohn'wann ... shtap–" you suck on his fingers, toes curling as both of his fingers fuck you in unison. your eyes roll back, your insides spasms in pure bliss. your body goes lax, too tired to fight off the pleasure that's being instilled in your bones.

you barely register the laugh moon jae released. for him, this was the best version of you. you were uptight, organized, prim, and proper. he remembered the day he met you. it was at a highschool reunion get-together party. you were like any other corporate slave, you were dull in every way possible. you were bland and boring, you didn't catch his eye.

he went out of the party to smoke, and he saw you squatting down on the smoking area, puffing a cigarette. he didn't pay you any mind. you were no one to him. but that night, if he hadn't forgotten his lighter; if he hadn't teased you back then; if you hadn't reacted that way to a light-hearted question back then...

"you kept staring at me." he remembers the slightest widening of your eyes, your mouth parting a little big bigger than it was supposed to. "do you like me?"

oh. jae thought as the tips of your ears flush, your lips in a weird wobbly shape as you stare at him wide-eyed, like a deer caught in the headlights. like a doll you caught suddenly moving to life. oh.

"—ae! hnngg!" your little squeal snapped him out of his reverie. he had four fingers up in you now, fingers pressing against your sweet spot as you tremble on his lap. your hips moving on their own as you beg him to keep moving, to give you another deliciously painful release.

he blinked, drinking the sight of you in. he was right. you looked best when you're like this. you looked absolutely ethereal, being ruined by him.

"nghh—jaeeee..." you whined his name, lifting your head up, using your arms to support you as your flushed face greets him. the tear streaks on your chin with the shine of your unshed tears made his heart skip a beat, his dick already angry and hardened on his pants. god, he wants to ruin you over, and over, and over again. "hurry up... 'm sorry for getting drunk ... please let me cum ..."

how can he deny you when you're this gorgeous?

moon jae stares at you a little longer, grinning at your confused, fucked out, expression before resuming his assault on your body. you squeal in shock, your moans could rival church choirs with how angelic they sound. he sighs in content, feeling you squirt again. but instead of halting, he kept going. he kept caressing your walls, kept drilling into you even as you wet the couch with your lust.

"that's right. that's a good boy." he says it in such a gentle tone, your body quivers. he smiles, satisfied. "i'm the only one who gets to see you like this. okay?"

and just like that, you find yourself stuck inside a glass box of obsession made by your dollkeeper. only showing what he wants others to show and keeping you for himself when people leave. you will always be stuck in this glass box, lest he gets tired of you.

you let the pleasure take off your thoughts, tears falling down your cheeks like water droplets from leaf dews. you will never be free from your glass box.

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sauvhffp · 2 years

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★ | continuing the bloodline.

sypnosis ; in which skylar cromwell tells his friend, aileen mosheyev, to not fuck with his big brother. quite literally.

CONTENT WARNING ! — dead dove: do not eat, mentioned breeding, incest, pedophilia, abortion is mentioned; only for a brief moment, trans character ( ftm ), mentioned necrophilia; only for a moment, implied cheating, gossip girl side character, hoe side character, she fucked with her married math prof. cus' she got serious daddy issues, skylar's age is never mentioned, but he's 18 here.

☆ | SAUV SPEAKS : everything is a work of fiction and is not condoned in real life ( except abortion. women have the right to do whatever the fuck they want with their body, men without uteruses are not allowed to have an opinion for it. ) hate comments will be ignored, criticism is welcomed but don't be surprised if i can't follow your advice cause i'm stupid as hell. as always, you know the drill; FEMALE ALIGNED ( SHE/HER , SHE/THEY , SHE/HIM ) DNI | MINORS DNI | FUJO/FUDANSHIS DNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

word count ; — 1.8k

"huh." skylar stared at his friend, the popsicle in hand he was about to taste froze as his mouth hanged open in disbelief. "what? no. you can't date my brother."

"why not?" aileen says, the tube of ice cream on her lap was left unopened as the black haired female with dyed pink tips snatched the remote beside him, the brown haired male shot her a look at the action as aileen made herself comfortable on her bed as she opens the tab for netflix. "your brother isn't dating anyone, is he?"

"no." skylar scoffed, shoving the blue berry flavored popsicle in his mouth, giving it a couple soft sucks as he pops it out to speak. "he's literally 24, len."

"so? i'll be 18 in a couple of months!" complained aileen as she raised her hands in mock surrender as she scrolls through different shows on the screen. "what do you think should we watch today?"

"right from the get-go, please." skylar politely asked. "and by months you mean next year?" skylar not so politely asked as he deadpanned.

"c'mon dude..." aileen rolls her eyes as she scrolls through her "just watched" watchlist. "i hooked up with our math prof and you didn't say anything about it."

"that's because you were failing math, aileen!"

"that is that, and this is this, okay?" aileen innocently bats her annoyingly long and thick natural eyelids at skylar's direction. "besides, professor calesttor has a third leg for a dick. i could've been on a wheelchair if it weren't for his wife suddenly coming home. ugh."

skylar rolls his eyes as he continues to eat his popsicle as aileen finally clicks on the movie. "poor mrs. thatcher..."

"you act as if mrs. kimberly hadn't purposely gone off their kitchen alarm for that one firefighter dude to come impregnate her on their backyard."

"that was a rumor, len."

"a rumor i made." giggled aileen as she shoves a spoon full of mocha ice cream in her mouth, groaning at the taste. "fuck—this tastes so goooooood."

"uhuh. my point still stands." skylar adjusted the glasses on his nose as he points his popsicle accusingly at his friend. "stay away from my brother."

"fine, fine." aileen sighed, waving him off with her silver spoon. "only 'cause it's you asking, and he really isn't my type anyway. he's only hot because he's got a ring lip piercing." aileen also added, "and 'cause he's like—your brother. i wouldn't have bat an eye at his direction if he wasn't anyway."

"is that supposed to be a complement?" skylar mumbled as aileen winks. they both returned their focus on the movie, skylar's mind wandering for a bit before he shoves the thought behind his head. that problem could be handled later, anyway. right now, he was with his safe place, aileen, and that's all that matters.

skylar's silent moans was muffled by his pillow, the pink vibrating dildo his friend 'accidentally' left at his house was shoved in his cunt, the echoing slaps of skin and his brother's balls slapping against his clit was making skylar dizzy.

"mm, didn't i tell you to come back home after school? hm?" his brother's breath hitched when skylar gave his dick a quick squeeze as his hips thrusted upwards, hand on the back of skylar's neck and his other pressing on his brother's slim stomach. "i told you already, didn't i? still, you never listen to your big brother."

cael hissed as his younger brother's ass continue to pull him deeper, and deeper, desperately trying to keep him there as cael speeds up his thrusts. skylar could only let out silent screams as his eyes lose focus and his saliva coating his brother's pillows wet. "aileen's her name—oh, fuck—right?"

skylar didn't answer, fists balling the sheets as the overwhelming pleasure consumes him. cael tilted his head as he grips his hair and pulls skylar's head away from the pillow, his glasses tilting on his nose as his tounge lolls out. "hey, bitch, answer me."

"noo..." skylar sobs, the hand that was previously on her stomach was now pushing the base of the vibrator deeper into his cunt as he archs his back, letting out a quiet keen as cael frowns. "don't—ngh, don't touch her—"

"i didn't say anything about touching her, though?" cael groans, leaning his head back as his throat bobs up and down from the moans he's been letting out. the feeling of his brother's ass devouring him and his pussy getting beat by his friend's own vibrator was making him want to fuck skylar silly until all he could do was lay there and get pregnant.

"oh fuck—shit." cael whimpers, his back hunching down as he pressed his chest against skylar's smooth back, his white tee still on. skylar's ass feels so good.

while his brother was enjoying himself at the thought of getting his brother pregnant and fucking him while he's on labor, skylar was worried about aileen. why did he mention her? he didn't want aileen to get tied up with his brother's psychotic behavior—he will deal with the problem himself. last time his brother brought a 16 year old home, she had to get an abortion. which ended up killing both the unborn fetus and her because the people who performed the abortion weren't professionals and because the girl had to do it secretly in fear of her parents knowing.

cael and her relationship wasn't public, mainly because of the big age gap, so cael wasn't scorned for, blamed at, and imprisoned. he got to live his life normally, without any sort of guilt. it simply repulsed skylar. to share the same blood as someone like him...

skylar wasn't exactly innocent either. he'd been forced to stay silent because his brother threatened to tell eveyone that skylar wasn't fully a a boy. a man with no balls, no dick, no proper body hair, and that skylar wasn't a boy.

see, skylar hadn't told anyone that he is trans. not even his new found friend, aileen. he constantly lived in fear after witnessing other people die simply because of it, he didn't want to be like them. he didn't want to end up like them. dead, killed with no remorse, simply because they were finally comfortable in their own skin.

skylar and cael's parents were never around. they were working overseas as accountants. cael was given the task to take care of young skylar, but he hadn't exactly done what he was told to. he was always out of the house, and if he was home there would be a girl on his dick, or he'd brought home his friends to get high, or he'd get drunk and jerk off in the living room, not caring if skylar were to walk in on him.

cael cromwell wasn't a good big brother, nor was he a better older brother figure. he was a very, very, very bad man. constantly preying on girls who barely have gone through their puberty, a voilent person who does not like being told what to do, and yet... it was all hidden behind his nice guy facade... the... "i love my brother." facade...

he loved his little brother too much.

"skylar?—shit, don't you dare fucking pass out." scowled cael. the messy haired raven noticed that his brother was a little too quiet and unresponsive to his touches. he hadn't got to cum yet, you don't get to pass out now, skylar.

cael rose his body as he places his hands on skylar's hips, a shadow loomed on his face as his piercing green eyes dig holes onto the back of skylar's head, daring him to stop breathing. his thrusting stopped as he raises his dominant hand, swinging it down on skylar's ass as a loud 'slap!' bounced on cael's thick bedroom walls, soundblockers placed on the corners of his room to prevent any sounds from reaching outside their precious home that could alert their pesky neighborhood.

still, no response.

cael was beginning to be annoyed, irritated as brings another hand to slap his brother's ass. and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again.

he'd slap him until his palm hurt as cael begins to soften inside him. now fully irritated, the male scowls as he clucthes a handful of soft brown hair and tilts his brother's head to face him.

skylar's eyes were closed, his breathing was normal. this fucker fell asleep.

cael grips his hair tightly as he scans his face for any signs of discomfort, save for the scrunched up look, he seemed okay. must've dozed off, but he was pale. definitely fainted.

cael considers bashing his head on the bedframe and continue raping his corpse but he disregards the idea immediately. his brother will not die without him. he will not leave him. cael will decide whether or not to, because he simply is his big brother, and because it is his duty to stay by his side, and skylar cannot leave his side. he can't leave him.

so being the wonderful big brother he is, he pulls out and turns off the vibrating dildo in his cunt and pulls it out gently and throwing it at his laundry pile, carries skylar towards the bathroom and gives him and himself a nice warm bath to help him sleep or stay asleep, clothed skylar in his clothes ( boxer and t shirt only ) as cael throws on a new clean shirt.

he checks the AC to see if it was just the right temperature his brother would always set it at and place his brother on the messy bed, pulling the covers over their bodies as cael snuggles his precious brother close to him, inhaling his scent deeply before getting hard again.

cael looks at the hardened organ and sighed, brushing some of the stray locks gently falling on skylar's now peaceful face, soft snores coming from him means he must be having a nice dream. a nice dream with his big brother, he hopes.

oh well, why hope when you can do it yourself? cael thought as he reaches down to remove the underwear getting in the way of his brother's pretty cunt. silly cael, why dress your brother when you're just going to take it off him!

well that's because cael is a good big brother who takes care of his younger brother. a good big brother who shoves his dick inside his brother's used and sore cunt. a good big brother who uses his brother's cunt as a cockwarmer to help him sleep. a good big brother who dreams to impregnate his younger brother's womb and make them, their children, fuck their mother as they grow old, too.

oh well, cael's got to continue the bloodline somehow, right?

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