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fillinforlater · 3 months

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Pink Sheets of the Gangbang Queen

Male Reader x Kim Gaeul

Length: 1759 words

Tags: post-gangbang-unclarity, a fuckton of cum, the biggest creampies you can imagine, sluttiest_woman_ever!Gaeul, riding, reverse cowgirl, mating press, cumming again, surprisingly sweet

TW: nasty, a lot of cum by different people

Credit: @friskyriskywhisky had the idea and wrote most of it, I just expanded it as far as I could. Maybe there will be more Gangbang Queen stuff, but this was basically just a double BFH lol

(A/N: Have fun with this crazy, short piece!)

“I want one more…”

Gaeul lies on her nasty bed, which is not only the size of a New York apartment room but also a lot more comfortable. The fresh evidence of sin is all over the once royal pink bedsheet befitting of a princess, a queen to be more accurate. Her comically large pillow is full of wet fingerprints, there are even hints of Gaeul bending over it because she loves it when men penetrate her from behind and fuck her into the soft thing. The headboard and the walls nearby are all smeared with her own slick and the cum from the dozen of guys who unloaded a week's worth and then some for her, on her, because of her. Who knows how much genetic coding is now dripping down those walls, or the side of her bed or along her thighs.

Either way, Gaeul knows that the pungent creampie of hers only feels this good because at least ten horny men put their spunk deep into her cunt. Be it fat cocks, long ones, small, smelly, oddly shaped—Gaeul takes them all and her insides shape to each accordingly. For the horde of cocks it’s an incredible feeling with a surprising snugness, while Gaeul yearns and shouts (as long as there is no shaft testing her gag reflex) for them to finish quickly and deep. Though a marvelous feeling, she is never satisfied. She needs one more, she doesn’t even care if it’s the tiniest rest or a gigantic, creamy load—all that matters is that he cums inside her.

Gaeul’s once-animated and sex-crazed sexual partners have either left or completely passed out on the floor next to her bed—except lucky you, the only one lying naked next to her. Lucky you, who she now eyes, admiring your features while you're half asleep. She crawls over and gently flips you onto your back, stirring you awake in the process.

In your state of extreme grogginess, you aren't able to tell at first if you're being eaten alive or attacked by a savage animal. Just when your fight or flight response springs into action, a pair of lips press against yours. They instantly calm you down like a mothers embrace after a lucid nightmare. You can't help but smile unconsciously at how gentle it feels. Gaeul’s floral-scented shampoo reassures you who's currently kissing you, her touchy, wet and tender fingers reminding you of the first time she checked out your body…

It was a rainy night in one of the many underground bars in Seoul—the type of bar that makes you raise an eyebrow at first, someone with connections has recommended it, looks suspicious; then you fell into the trap of fun conversations and nice liquor that ultimately led to a selection ceremony. This was the moment you realized why this was not a commonly visited place.

Everyone went silent at her entry. Gaeul, the well-known (at least for most people that regularly visit these exclusive bars) gangbang queen was craving men tonight, many men. She was not picky, in fact, there was only one condition you had to fulfill:

“Three days worth of cum. If you had sex or jerked off during the last three days, you’re out for tonight.”

No one dared to defy her or lie to her. She diligently checked everyone’s balls and was extremely thorough, especially with you, who she gently pushed against a bar stool, hand past your waistband. Your breath hitched, hers too when her slender fingers caressed your balls.

“Tall, horny—and at least ten days of cum.

“I’d love for you to join the after party in my pink bed.”

That’s how Gaeul found you, touched you, lured you in and turned you on, like she does at this moment…

It's been minutes now, with no signs of stopping or letting go from Gaeul, her lips still fully attached to yours just to occasionally back off and peck at it again. The last remnants of a dream that could never match this disappear. They are replaced by memories that slowly creep back and your heart drops. You remember what happened not long ago, right on these pink sheets—don’t lie to yourself, you know it happens every other night.

Those soft lips of hers were satisfying other men not too long ago, fully enveloped around shafts of different shapes and sizes. That tongue of hers glided across the cockhead of multiple partners and made sure that no spot on their balls was left out. She would fill her mouth with as much manly musk and precum as she could before her throat was getting assaulted by who knows how many cocks, endlessly coating the back of it with thick cum and forcing her to gag and cry, which everyone knows is a huge turn on for the gangbang queen.

It’s those lips that form a seal around yours and it’s that mouth you attack lazily with your tongue.

Who are you to complain though? Gaeul is the greatest kisser your lips have ever met. Your obsession with her took control of your life even though you had no chance with her. You're just a nobody when Gaeul is the well-beloved queen. The gangbang queen - for those close enough to be her little circle filled with lust and desire. Yet somehow you saw a chance and took it, even if it means taking sloppy seconds (or thirds? Fifths? Wait, how many guys are here again?).

Your mind snaps back to the present when you feel your cock poking at her entrance. Hang on, did she even—fuck! You shiver in both pleasure and disgust. You're plunged into her sloppy cunt, extremely tight, even after being abused by multiple men (some girthier than the ridiculous sex toys she has in her collection).

Gaeul’s walls hug your tip first, then slowly adjust to your size, like they have become your personal sexy toy. The pleasure really kicks in when the gangbang queen puts your hands on her hips and adds your name into the mixture of huffs and moans. Her incredibly damp cavern and how slippery her whole crotch is against your own, it displays a reality you don't want to admit: You're fucking Gaeul through the creampie of other men. Using the foreign substance as a sticky wannabe lube as you slowly ramp up your pace, you're thinking with your other head only; that’s not an uncommon occurrence with the gangbang queen around.

Sex with her has you drunk, dazed, carelessly chasing your own high. You want to be the only one to have your load inside of her cunt. Gaeul yearns for breeding, and the sperm of all the other disgusting men, still unconscious in this room is deemed not enough. At this moment you decide to fuck the creampie out of her and replace it with your own.

You're frantically thrusting in and out of her, she replicates your passion as she rides you. Heaps of old cum get forced out with the assistance of gravity but mainly due to the pump that is your cock and the endless pumping into her cunt. Gaeul switches to a reverse cowgirl position and it's only now that you notice that her ass got absolutely filled as well.

This should not be a surprise, she is the gangbang queen after all, yet you want to look away. This is exclusively other men's cum leaking out of Gaeul and onto your abs. It feels extremely wrong, fucking filthy and somewhat gross. The eagerness of the girl on your dick makes you forget that though. For a short while, you just admire her back, her small, shapely ass and the way her moans are in perfect harmony with the sound of flesh hitting flesh and cum being squeezed out.

With your whole cock still buried inside her, bottoming her out, you two clumsily get into a mating press position. Gaeul is the most flexible girl you know, her small frame easily capable of folding and bending into every position you want. This position quickly becomes your favorite, because you don’t have to see her leaking asshole anymore, but you know that she is gaping and the worthless spunk steadily leaves her anal cavity.

Every time you thrust into her, you see and feel her whole ass and thighs ripple. Shock waves across the smooth, stretched, spotless skin gets sent in all kinds of directions because you dig your hands into it. There's still a disgusting amount of cum defying gravity, defying your forceful pounding into Gaeul, but you are sure that if you just keep on fucking her, and press her whole body into the mattress, the petite gangbang queen will leak out all the rest. Through the lewdest of sounds and a clear lack of stamina, the thought of Gaeul filled with nothing but you pushes you through.

You feel the knot inside you loosen, strings and little last spurts of cum hitting her cervix as your tip is right up against it. Gaeul has her feet right up against your back, her heels pulling you deeper inside her. She's still rutting against you, her clit drawing circles against your crotch enjoying the friction and satisfaction it brings. The art of the orgasm, Gaeul has mastered it. In her scream, you find an infinite sea of bliss. It draws out your orgasm a few more seconds; perfect seconds.

Post-nut clarity kicks in and you try to block out the other people who are regaining consciousness in the room. Witness how ethereal her beauty is under the ceiling light. You want to kiss her. You want to tell her how much you love her. However, the harsh reality kicks in harder than the post-nut clarity as she shifts her gaze away from you and looks at the time. You close your eyes, take a deep breath to cherish just how fucking good her cock-warming cavern is.

You pull away, unfazed at the mess in front of you at this point. Party time is over and you’re victorious but defeated, a bit deflated even. Why is the girl you’re falling for the wrong type of queen?

"Hey..." Gaeul reaches out and grabs your forearm and pulls you a little closer to give you one last peck on your cheek. "Drive safely, okay?” Her fingers tiptoe towards your hand until it reaches the back of your it, her thumb gently rubs circles on it. A new level of intimacy that makes your heart stutter. “Message me when you’re back home."

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #ive smut #male reader smut #gaeul smut #kim gaeul smut #ive gaeul smut

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domain-expand-me · 2 months

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I've been going bonkers over Megumi x DILF!Reader because I know that boy has some serious daddy issues, having the reader being completely oblivious and doing things that definitely get the boy hot and nervous is MY SHIT.

I would love to see you expand on your writing about DILF/MILF reader with Megumi a bit more

Imagine

Megumi Fushiguro with a DILF!reader

Aged up characters, reader is in theirs 40s, cuz when i say dilf i mean it.

Imagine being the stereotypical dilf. Body broad and covered in a layer of fat, laying on top of strong muscles that comes from many years of physical labor. After moving into the house near the sorcerer campus, maybe after you got divorced, you somehow end up attracting the different sorcerers in the area.

But most of all, Megumi sticks around the most. You don’t truly notice at first, too busy digging around under the hood of whatever junker car you spend your time on, or banging around in your garage or shed like the most stereotypical dilf. But you start seeing him more and more, and at some point, you just start telling him to hand you different tools or help you out with your yard.

The first time you pat him on the back and praise him for helping, he goes bright red and immediately feels how hard he gets. Being oblivious and just thinking hes sticking around to be nice, you just ruffle his hair and move on, unaware of the way Megumi feels like his knees were about to buckle.

The other members from the campus notice pretty quickly where Megumi runs off to each day. Well, maybe not Yuji, but the others figure it out quicker than Megumi wants. Him returning with oil stains and wearing one of your ancient band t-shirts doesn’t help his case though.

Imagine Megumi realizing he has a huge daddy kink because of you. You jokingly say something like “who’s your daddy” after doing some kind of difficult task, and Megumi almost drops the toolbox he’s holding, blood rushing to both his heads, and he has to use the toolbox to cover the throbbing bulge in his pants.

Imagine Megumi coming to you for “dating advice”, since he wouldn’t be able to find it in himself to just make a move on you. Instead, he gets your dating history, and all the moves you pulled to get your ex. When he learns you are also into men, he almost has a heart attack. Maybe you’ve been drinking, having also offered Megumi some, since who are you to stop, and as you a slightly tipsy, you end up describing the best way to go down on someone in bed, and how to make a partner stay just from rocking their world on the regular.

Megumi ends up laying in bed later that night, teary eyed and huffing the shirt you let him borrow that day, his other hand tugging at his aching hard shaft, his entire body shaking and jolting from overstimulation as he made himself come over and over just thinking about you.

Imagine Megumi buying his first personal toy because of you. One day when you are laying by your pool, a pool you built yourself with Megumi’s help, naked as you assume you are alone, and you are too old to feel ashamed of your body. He gets a nice view of your cock, and even though its soft, he stumbles over his feet to hurry back to campus to take care of his very aching problem.

He spends a couple of lust fueled hours finding the perfect shape and size, getting a toy that has your skin tone. The next morning what one might call late post-orgasm clarity hits him. But when Megumi gets the package, he still squirrels it away, ashamed to use it. That is, until you just wind the poor boy up too much, walking around shirtless and sweaty, baseball cap on your head and shorts from your college days.

Imagine Megumi fingers deep in himself as he tries his damnest to suck down the entire length of the toy, tears gathering in his eyes as his gag reflex struggles against the silicone being forced down his throat.

Imagine Megumi clutching the sweaty shirt you had been wearing that day to his nose as he bounces on the toy, his own hard cock bouncing with his movements as he whines and whimpers, licking and sucking at the shirt that tastes and smells just like your sweaty manly musk.

Imagine how lightheaded he gets when he comes, having to choke down the noises he makes so as to not let everyone on campus know what he’s doing. Afterwards Megumi flops down on the bed, his entire frame shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm as he pants into the sheets. His shaft gives another twitch when he takes another inhale of your shirt, the spikey haired sorcerer pushing himself up again, sinking down on the toy once more even as his insides throb from sensitivity.

Megumi would be too nervous and flushed around you to make a move on his own, at least when you are sober. But if you happen to be a little more than tipsy one day, sitting on your couch, trying to find something worth to watch on the tv, he might find the bravery and balls to crawl into your lap. If you ask about it the next day, he can just act like it was something your mind made up, right? So for now, he could indulge himself, grinding against you like a pup in heat, panting into your neck as your strong large hands grope at his hips and ass, your deep voice rumbling praise in his ear.

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umeoniii · 9 months

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giving aot men head

eren, reiner, jean, levi, armin

(=^x^=)

eren:

hair puller. he pulls your hair esp when it feels nice. he pushes your head, like he pushes your head to the point your choking, gag reflex or not. and he just does it over and over while his eyes are rolling to the back of his head. erens words are more taunting and meanish. like he

says things like “i bet you won’t even last 2 minutes with me in your mouth” like he’s trying to challenge you. when he cums he switches up where he does it. sometimes in your mouth. sometimes he lays his tip on the tip of ur nose and cums there. when he really wants to get on ur nerves he’ll do it on your forehead so it gets in your hair. he plays around a lot. sometimes he’s just serious and mean though.

reiner:

don’t even know what he is. i just know he likes recieving head. he doesn’t like to be too rough, but sometimes he just can’t help it ya know? sometimes the way you’re practically swallowing him makes him literally go berserk. so if he pushes you or grabs you so hard his intentions aren’t to hurt you. he talks a good few phrases. “fuck hon’- feels s’ good” or “hah..’ look so pretty, when.. when you do this.” depending on how far in he is, makes up for how much he speaks.

he prefers to cum in your mouth and when he’s about to cum is when he starts to talk oh so fast about how much he loves you. between him being in your throat and how fast and breathy he’s speaking, you have absolutely no clue what he’s saying . i also agree with everyone’s statement that he cries during sex.

he probably would start tearing up more than you are from having a full mouth . and definitely after he orgasms, he just probably starts full on crying and needs some time alone. that’s just sometimes, not all the time!

jean:

praises u to death. the whole time besides whining and grunting he’s literally trying to get out how good you are to him and how good you always make him feel. sometimes he kind of gets super sentimental and just ruins the sexy mood a bit, bcs he’s talking so much. but it really is super sweet how nice he’s being about it. he likes it when you look up at him, your eyes all sparkly and pretty lookin. sometimes he just caresses your face, hands all shaky and clammy. he just can’t help how much he wants to touch you and have you know that he loves u. jean doesn’t care where he comes if you’re giving him a handjob as well he likes it on your hands or just in your mouth.

levi:

he likes it so much so his whole demeanor changes when you go down on him. he starts breathing all heavy and he gets quieter, he doesn’t even have time to be sassy anymore. he’s pushes your head as well, not much hesitation, unless he like is super into it, at that point he’ll just leave it up to you.

he just grunts and groans the whole time and rubs your back. sometimes he’s looking down at you, other times his head is leaned back towards the ceiling with his eyes shut. and surprisingly he likes cumming onto your face. he thinks it’s hotter when its on your face. he’ll make you wipe it with your fingers and lick it off.

armin:

nvr rlly knows what 2 do. even when it’s been like your 100th time suckin him off he doesn’t know where 2 put his hands. so he just kind of hesitantly rests his hands on your shoulders or head. n he tries his hardest to keep quiet but it’s absolutely so difficult to. so he’s just super duper loud and whiny for the whole world to hear. it’s why you can’t have sex w him outside of the comfort of your own home. he doesn’t like being super rough so he just kind of lets u take over and do what you want. sometimes you ask him to be more involved and he tries. maybe he’ll snake his fingers into your hair and push it a little. he doesn’t have a preference on where he cums because he doesn’t really control it, he just does it whenever it happens.

♡

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ladydiaries · 21 days

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hihi! i dunno if requests are open rn but if they are, can i request nsfw or sfw hcs of vox x (preferably AMAB! reader, but gn's fine too!) a socially awkward reader?? tysm!! take care of yourself and take your time! :3

Sparks ✧˚ ༘ ⊹ .ᐟ .ᐟ

CW; minors do not interact, 18+ content, praise, vox electrocutes you like twice, AMAB, biting , edging , breeding, oral (giving). Rambles + hcs under the cut!

SUMMARY; general SFW &&. NSFW hcs of vox x socially awkward AMAB! Reader

HCS + RAMBLES

AUTHORS NOTE; TYSMMM for requesting!! I'm excited to write an AMAB reader. There is a serious drought of them, Going to use he/him pronouns for this one.

Of course, if this relationship is established I believe he would treat you like you're the only man in the world. His bitchy exterior is totally a front and inside he's a bit more lax, corny, and to your surprise, charming. Taking you on dates, presenting you with flowers.

Even better if he had intentions of manipulating you first, spiralling into the embarrassing realisation that he's in love with you. Ranting to Valentino and Velvet about his dilemma. Sure to tease him about it whenever you're around. Fast forward into the actual relationship, at the beginning he would have trouble not seeing you as some sort of possession.

Something to hide and keep, which due to your introverted nature, you didn't particularly mind not going out often, overtime he would loosen up, taking you on dates, more focused on showing you off then gatekeeping you, confused as to why you were so much more shy in the public then in private.

hogs the bed, face (screen) down, limbs everywhere.

An AWFUL cook. Could imagine a baking date and if you are good, wonderful. You can teach him, and if you too are also awful, you can feed your shit cookies to Valentino.

Insists on doing small things for you to boost his ego, will speak for you at restaurants and public settings

Will make you learn how to repair and upgrade his systems. Thinks it's romantic

If you work for him, he will purposely give you jobs that don't require public speaking, will never admit to it though.

NSFW.

This man FUCKS. You are a lucky boy because he has stamina. Will fuck you for hours on end, clawed hands running loosely against your cock as he pistoned into you from behind. Barely touching you enough to make you cum, you've been here for hours. Bringing you so, so, close to your sweet release before daggered fingers plunge into your soft skin.

He's the type of man to use praises while you suck him off. Unyielding grip on your hair. Hips rutting up slowly into your mouth. The intrusion making you struggle to swallow your gag reflex.

Whiny. He's the epitome of whiny men. Screen scrolling in between different levels of brightness, furrowed brows as you place open mouthed kisses against his body. Fingers mingling around the back panel of his screen.

very experimental, will try pretty much everything

If he overheats, he will pass out. Had to install a better cooling system due to shutting down too much.

Cock is ridged. A steel navy blue colour, leading towards a blue tip. Detachable, can change sizes, widths or not have one at all.

Cums a lot, a thick substance. Likes to watch it drip out of you, tastes like pennies.

Thrives to see your embarrassment while teasing you in public. Hand wandering too far down your waist or foot pressing against your groin while sitting across from him during a meeting.

Depending on his schedule, he can either be the best or the worst at aftercare. On a busy day he could probably care less but on day's off or weekends he's all for it. Bathing you, gathering treats, snuggling neatly in bed to watch whatever show peaks your interest in the moment.

#hazbin hotel vox #hazbin smut #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x you #vox x reader #hazbin vox #vox smut #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin #ladysheadcanons #vox x male reader

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lillian-gallows · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 17: Threesome with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Bucking Barnes. Work Count: 767 Warnings: Threesome, Oral (M receiving), P in V sex, Spit-roasting, Dirty talk. Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

There’s a very long list of perks to Super Soldiers. Hightened strength, healing, speed, it goes on and on, but the best thing, by far, is the stamina.

You, Steve, and Bucky have known each other for a while. Officially you’re their handler, and that’s all you had been at first, their anchor to modern times, making sure they can get from point A to point B without issue.

But as happens when people adults are left to their own devices, the three of you became friends, then later, lovers.

Two years of ups, downs, and a lot of communication, led three of you to where you are now.

And where you are right now, is spit-roasted between the two men.

Bucky was gripping your hips as he drove into your weeping cunt over and over again; while Steve had a hand wrapped in your hair, filling your throat with his thick cock, the taste of salt lingering on the back of your tongue as his precum leaks.

A veteran of this particular position after two years helped you keep your eyes open and trained on the baby blues looking down at you, clouded with lust. It also helped keep you from being pushed too hard forward by Bucky’s hips, who you could hear sighing and muttering filthy things.

“Christ, Doll…Perfect fucking pussy…Grippin’ me so fucking tight…” You could picture the look on his face, eyes dark and locked on the place where your bodies meet, mouth hanging open just a little as heavy breaths puff out, sweat dripping down the side of his face, making his hair stick.

You didn’t have to picture Steve’s face. He loved watching you suck his cock, and he loved you watching him watch. He always gets this little smirk, like he’s proud of the mess he and Bucky can reduce you to with a handful of touches and filthy words.

“Such a good little slut for us, aren’t you, Baby?” He asked on equally heavy breaths, not expecting an answer, nor needing one, not with the way your eyes roll back for just a moment before snapping back to his, half-lidded and foggier than before as your head had long since gone floaty. “She’s so far gone, Buck…You should see her.” Steve said, gaze flitting up to the other man for a split second before returning to you.

Bucky let out a curse as Steve’s words made you clench around him. “Took the words from my mouth, Steve- Fuck…” He gasped, the sound of a gulp, like he was running out of breath, it wouldn’t shock you, this was round 3 after all. “Grippin’ me like a fucking vice…All pretty pink and puffy…” He let out a breathless laugh, which Steve returned.

“Hear that, Pretty Girl? Makin’ Buck feel real good…” Steve’s touch in your hair turned gentle as he brushed strands back. “Makin’ me feel real good too…” The his was gripping hard again. “Smack my leg if you need me to stop.” That was the only warning you got before he was fucking your mouth the same way the man behind you was fucking your cunt.

Whether it was on purpose or not you couldn’t tell, not when your brain was barely functioning, but they found an almost perfect rhythm, when one was pulling out, the other was pushing in.

The blond in front of you nearly tripping you gag reflex every other thrust, stinging your scalp from his grip on your hair, balls smacking your chin, and the brunette behind you battering your cervix and dragging over you g-spot without fail, hands gripping your hips so tight you hoped there would be bruises.

A perfect recipe for absolute bliss.

The room was filled with a symphony of filthy sounds, wet squelching and the slapping of skin on skin, hard breathing and the muffled whimpers from your throat that were just barely audible through it all.

You were so lost in the sensations that you didn’t even realize how close you were to orgasm until Bucky spoke. “Tightenin’ up, Princess…You gonna cum? Hm?” He asked, then promptly laughed when you clenched around him again, always drunk on their words. “Go on. Cum on my cock…”

Steve pulled himself free of your mouth and fisted his own cock, watching you cry and whine and whimper as your orgasm ripped through you, Bucky’s onslaught never stopping.

And once he deemed that you’d gathered your breath enough, Steve was right back between your lips.

“We’re far from done, Babydoll…”

Stamina indeed.

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #Steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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dragonrider9905 · 1 year

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Heart Made of Flesh

Hello @echos-girlfriend! I'm your Secret Santa for @cloneficgiftexchange! I really hope you enjoy it :) @ghostofskywalker, thank you for setting this up!

Anyone else who reads, I hope you enjoy it too! Reblogs and comments welcome :)

Warnings: Talk of insecurity, self depreciation, allusions (very light) to suggestive behavior, talk of blood and wounds

Summery: You and Echo are more similar than you let on. You have a mechanical arm but don’t want that to be the only reason he connects with you. You also just don’t know how to tell him how you feel. A mission gone wrong should fix that for you, right?

You bit your lip harder, unconsciously drawing blood. You didn’t mean to stare but they just wouldn’t stop.

And it was rather annoying.

You tried to keep your gaze on your glass, multiple times forcing your eyes down, your breathing even, minding your own business but that just wasn’t working.

You and the Batch had gone to Cid’s for drinks after a particularly long mission. You all were tired, hungry, dirty—and apparently a little testy. Or at least that is what your case was. Most of the boys sat at a table in the center of the floor while you opted for the counter. It was getting a little uncomfortable, so you thought the boys wouldn’t notice your shifting or rotating your ‘arm’ if you were a little distance away. They definitely weren’t noticing you with all those pretty girls flirting with them.

Not too long ago, (but too long in your opinion) a Torgrutan, two Twi'leks and two human women came into Cid’s bar, for what was uncertain. They spotted the table of fine young men and immediately started flirting. Even though the boys tried to brush them off, they didn’t leave. Well the boys could have tried harder, the sour thought emerged from the dark, bitter place in the corner of your mind. You couldn’t help it. You knew you were being unfair but…

“You don’t look too good.” Omega broke through the mud in your mind, concerned eyes searched your face. “Are you ok?”

That was the other reason you felt they could have tried harder. Omega was right here sitting with you. (Granted they were Cid’s patrons and she threatened you bunch often enough about not scaring people away—or she’d deduct your pay and Hunter needed every credit he earned for his squad. You knew the boys were in an uncomfortable spot but still.)

You sighed. “Thanks hun, I’m fine.” You ruffled her hair, a burning sensation creeping up from your gut to your chest. Bile rumbled uncomfortably in your stomach, mixing with the alcohol and threatening your gag reflexes with acid. Not good. It wasn’t her fault you were feeling like her babysitter just so the guys could have fun. You loved Omega and wanted to spend time with her usually; her company was always a delight. This unusual resentment had a selfish stem and you knew it. It was because those strange women were flirting openly and carelessly with the man you had fallen deep, deep down for, but never had the courage to confront. The fact that they were spending time with someone close to you that by all rights…should be yours.

Yet he wasn’t. So you really didn’t have a right to feel that way. But you did. Shocker.

“Hey beautiful, I have an idea…” the Twi’lek whispered something in Echo’s ear, causing him to blush. He let his mouth open, shocked. You didn’t have to hear what she said to know what was implied, a subtle rage now coursing through your veins. Thank the Force Omega was oblivious.

You gripped the glass in your hand.

And shattered it.

Omega gasped at the soft crackle and crink. The pieces falling all around your hand and embedding themselves deep into the thick gloves you were wearing.

“Are you alright?” Omega’s eyes were blown out, hands covering her mouth in horror at the damage your right hand must be undergoing.

“On second thought, I am heading back to the ship. Go get Bolo to play a game of Djarik with you. Or better yet, ask one of your brothers. I need some air.” You got up quickly, hiding your hand that should be bleeding but wasn’t.

Without turning around, you left the bar. So, you didn’t see the commotion you left behind.

— — — —

You straddled Tech’s workbench, your own set of tools spread out before you. The tiny tools you carried with you at all times in case all the intricate wires in your false, mechanical arm needed to be fixed, fused or fidgeted with. You creased your brows in frustration, watching the yellow sparks fly as you worked the glass carefully from where it was embedded. A sewing kit was carelessly sitting at your side, as you’d have to fix your ruined glove as well. Sometimes you forgot what strength was in this arm.

You lost your right arm as a child. You’d learned how to cope with it and make it a “normal” part of your life. But a little part of you still was insecure about it so you’d always found a way to cover it up, hiding it physically and mentally from those around you, especially those closest to you. You’d only known the Batch since they came to work for Cid, but since then you grew close to them. And the closer you got, the harder it was to admit your insecurity, wondering if it would change their perception of you.

Ah crap. You felt the sharp edges pull from your false sensors and you cringed, clenching your jaw.

“Let me see that hand of yours.” A familiar husky voice broke through your brooding.

“Blow off, Hunter.”

Hunter was the only one who knew about your mechanical arm. He could smell the oil you used to keep it well functioning even though you custom made it to be without scent. His darn enhanced senses picked it up anyway, and thus you let him in on your little secret albeit reluctantly. It wasn’t by your choice how it came about…You knew he knew but he never brought it up…Until the night he found you trying to repair your arm after sustaining an injury. Your face was so red that first night he walked in on you, tears barely being held back while you tried in vain to fix it yourself in the dead middle of the night, he knew how important it was that no one knew.

“Ah, you’re just saying that.” he teased, letting the ghost of a smile appear. Hunter straddled the workbench facing you and grabbed your wrist, gently pulling it toward himself. He kept his gaze down, hyperfocused on rewiring your hand correctly and pulling the shrapnel from the fine work of machinery.

You looked up annoyed and sighed dramatically with a roll of your eyes. He smirked but otherwise stayed silent. You matched his quietness with an ante of sulkiness.

“You should just talk to him about how you feel, you know.”

“You don’t understand. NONE of you do! It’s not the same for me as it is for you guys. When men look at this, they automatically see me as incomplete and undesirable. Do you know how…how…” you choked up, swallowing hard. “You men always have an air of awe when there is a wound but a woman? I can’t tell you how embarrassing it is.”

“That’s not fair.” Hunter wasn’t one to sugar coat. “And you know it.”

You did, so you sucked on your swollen lip instead.

“Echo would understand, though. Wouldn’t you feel better being able to talk to him about some of this?”

“I know he does. He probably is the only one who does. But I don’t want to be pitied. And worse off, I don’t want him to like me just because we’re similar. I want him to like me for me…the way I love him for him.” You nearly whispered that last part.

Hunter sighed and gently said your name.

“Look, I’m sorry that we all made you uncomfortable and that we don’t understand what it is like. I really am.”

You looked up and saw his eyes searching the floor, as if it would give him the answer. His genuine concern melted your bitterness away, just like the night he’d found you.

“Hunter, it’s ok. I’m sorry too. You didn’t deserve that…I’m out of sorts and took it out on you; which was wrong. You may not understand but you’ve always tried to make me feel valued… and you never treated me differently, which I appreciate. Thank you.”

“Hey, I learned it from the best…that’s Echo, I mean. I learned it from Echo.”

A smile pulled at your lips. “Sure you did.”

— — — —

You didn’t think anyone would notice your absence but it most definitely was. Everyone heard the glass shatter, Hunter immediately slipped away slyly to check on you with a quick “I got this” and Omega ran right to Echo. She initially reached out to help you but you were faster in your quick departure. He stood up so fast, with such an angry outburst, worried about what happened (you shattered a kriffing glass in your hand?!) and it frightened the ladies away.

He felt concern rising from somewhere in his chest, written clearly on his brow. He took a step but Omega held onto his hand.

“Hunter said she was ok.”

“She’s hurt, I should go check on her…”

Granted, he knew how private of a person you were. You didn’t let anyone near you—ever—when you were injured, but your hand must be torn to shreds…he winced at the ghost pain that flared up in his own. He flexed it a few times to convince himself the cold, sharp shards he felt were in his mind and not real. His hand wasn’t really bleeding. It wasn’t hurt….he took a deep breath.

Echo needed to make sure you were ok. Even if you didn’t want to be helped…

“Echo, why don’t you just talk to her about how you feel?”

Echo eyed his large younger brother but found no hint of humor in Wrecker’s question. Instead, he saw that gentle gaze of honesty in his eyes.

“Because she deserves better. Plus, she’s not even interested. I don’t want to ruin our friendship by blabbering how I feel.”

“Did you notice the glass she shattered was only after that suggestive comment was made to you.” Tech adjusted his goggles. “She’s heard people flirt with us before on various missions and occasions. There is a special scowl that only appears when such an occurrence happens to you. She thinks she hides it well but she doesn’t. She never has such a negative reaction until you show up, Echo.”

“How is that relevant?”

“Are you asking a serious question?” Tech blinked. “Or are you trying to be jocular.”

“I literally have no clue what you are saying or trying to imply!” Echo threw his hands up, scowling in his voice as well as his expression.

“You don’t? Or don’t want to?” Wrecker raised his eyebrow.

Echo crossed his arms and tapped his foot.

“Echo, perhaps…” Omega nervously wrung her hands, obviously trying not to upset him, “maybe it would be better to say something sooner rather than later. Life’s too unpredictable. One day the person you care about is there and the next, they’re gone. Wouldn’t it be better to let that person know they’re loved than regretting never telling them?”

Echo sighed, shoulders dropping in a tired slump.

“Maybe you’re right,” he chuckled and ruffled her hair, “when’d you become so wise?”

“Eh, always was. Nice of you to notice.”

“So, you will take advice from Omega, and not us?” Tech fought a smirk.

“Yeah what’s with that?” Wrecker chimed in, visibly pleased.

“Didn’t you hear? Omega is the wisest.”

Echo ran his hand down his face with a sigh of anticipation. He knew he had to do this soon, but….a little time wouldn’t hurt right? He needed the right words.

— — — —

It was a few rotations later and the Batch was assigned a new mission from Cid…and Echo still hadn’t said anything to you. He pointedly ignored his brothers’ silent prompts and either sighed or shrugged at Omega with a “it’s not a good time” or “I don’t know what to say yet.”

The job was a two parter.

Hunter paired you up with Echo for the intel, Tech would stay on the ship with Omega to be ready for a quick get away, while Wrecker and Hunter went for the cargo that was demanded. None of you knew what the two pieces had in common, especially on a pirate ship, but you were getting paid a good price. Hunter initially wanted to turn down the job but the credits were needed, and Cid didn’t give much room for negotiation.

“You ready?” Echo had some strain in his voice.

“Yeah, how hard can an extraction be?” You shrugged. “It’ll be fine.”

Echo opened his mouth and shut it a few times, flustered, searching for words.

“Just keep your head up.” He finally said, putting on his helmet and hiding his face. Not really what you wanted to hear…he sighed then walked away. You stood there for a few minutes, digesting the strange conversation. Echo never acted this weird before a mission.

You wanted to ask him about it but never got the chance, it was time to board.

— — — —

Something went wrong. Hunter and Wrecker gave you and Echo the signal they had the cargo but you were still getting the intel. They headed back to the ship to make sure the crate was secure. Apparently, from the sounds of Wrecker’s grunting, it was heavy.

“Echo, come on, hurry up!” You trained your blaster down the halls, looking left and right. Your brows scrunched up and sweat beaded your forehead.

“Almost got it. Be patient.” he snapped back.

“Echo…I have a strange feeling. I don’t like this.” You turned to see your reflection staring back at you with a strange expression on Echo’s visor. His head was turned at a curious angle, his breathing slightly heavier. He always took your feelings seriously; at better times he joked that they rivaled the Jedi’s ‘feelings’.

“Okay, hold tight.”

Was there slight fear in his voice?

“Echo?” Now your breathing started to increase rapidly. You’d never felt this unsettled on a mission.

You didn’t have time to ponder more, shots came out of nowhere. You threw yourself in front of Echo and started firing back.

Karking pirates.

“I got it! Let’s go!” You felt Echo pull his scomp out of the portal and wrap his arm around your waist. You’ve done this move before. There was a door next to you. You’d just roll over each other into the other room…but something caught your eye. The door opened, a sneaky pirate trying to get at Echo from the back. He raised his arm to aim and…

Bam!

The shot went off; but before it did, you twisted yourself in front of Echo. Shots rang out (you assumed Echo shot the man behind you) in unison with your scream. You heard Echo shouting your name in panic, pulling your writhing body behind the door, and barricading you on the other side. His calls went from panic to insistent now, then confused. He expected blood…not sparks.

You peeled your eyes open and brought your other hand up to detach your arm. The flames crawling up to your brain telling you your arm was shreds immediately stopped. You heaved a breath and sat up.

“Shoot.” You mumbled, looking at the shambles your arm was in. How many times had that pirate shot it?

“Hey, you ok?” Echo removed his helmet and his eyes were searching your body. “What were you doing? You could have gotten killed!” Despite his reprimand, his voice was soft, probably still processing what happened.

“I was thinking I didn’t want to see you dead.”

“I don’t want you dead either.”

“J-just he-lp me, will you?” You started scooping up the pieces into your pack. Echo quickly came to help.

“Your balance will be off a little, will you be ok if I rigged the ship?”

“Yeah, yeah,” still trying to catch your breath, you wanted to give an air of confidence though, “go for it.”

Echo stuck his hand back into the scomp and commed the boys. You tuned it out, the world (the ship) around you starting to shake. You knew you were spiraling but you couldn’t stop it.

He knew. Now what was going to happen? He took that rather well. He was sort of ignoring it and you didn’t know if you were relieved or upset.

And…how lucky were you that it was that arm, and not your good one?

You hugged your pack. It felt a little morbid carrying pieces of your arm in your pack. It was mechanical but still. It had been a part of you for so long, it was so strange. Echo’s hand appeared on your shoulder, giving it a grounding squeeze.

“We have to get to the hanger! They’ll meet us there!”

Your musings would have to wait.

— — — —

The ship was falling apart. Explosions wrecking the hangar and surrounding you and Echo with fire, causing the ship to shake and the floor to become unstable.

“Echo look out!” Your warning came too late. Echo was knocked off his feet from an explosion next to him. The force pushed him out the hanger and plummeting toward the earth below. You cried out in terror, shrieking as you threw yourself toward the edge. Echo had grappled onto a loose piece of the ship. You wrapped your legs around some metal beams where the wall of the ship was blown away. You then balanced your body so it could support the extra weight of the one you were trying to reach. It was difficult not having the balance of your other arm.

“Take my hand!” You shouted above the din.

“No! If I do you’ll fall too! I can’t let you die!”

“Why not? I can’t let you die either, you idiot!”

“What do you mean ‘why not?”

“Just shut up and take my hand or I swear I’ll jump.”

Echo didn’t move so you started shimming closer, loosening your grip a little. That seemed to spook him so he darted his hand in your direction. You stretched out your hand further to meet his and gripped him hard as he let go. You were now his only lifeline.

“Alright! You are so stubborn.”

“Only because I love you, you idiot.”

“You’ve said that….wait, you love me?”

It was almost as if you could see the look of shock through his helmet. You started to chuckle, looking at his dazed dangling form. The piece he was hanging from fell not two minutes later.

“You’ll have to climb…I can’t pull you up!”

Darn fine time to lose your arm again.

You felt like your rib cage splitting in two from the pressure. You couldn’t remember the last time your breathing felt so constrained. Every breath in stretched your chest impossibly farther, trying to lift the invisible bantha sitting there, every exhale set your chest on fire. Echo’s hand gripped your good arm and his scomp dug into your flesh. You wanted to cry out but couldn’t. An invisible hand gripped your throat as you pulled, trying to get him to the ledge.

Then Echo slipped a little. Another explosion went off and jolted you. You had to fight hard to keep your grip even if your balance was lost.

“Co-ome o-ohn Eeekoo, don’t. Give. Up. Climb!”

“Mesh’la, you have to let me go. I’m too heavy. Save yourself. I need you to be safe.”

“D-don’t you dare gih-ive up.” Tears were streaming down your eyes now and you didn’t care. “Don’t ask me to do that.”

Echo’s grip loosened a little, and your heart, already overworked, started to increase its speed. “I can’t let you die either; because I love you too. I’ve loved you so long and should’ve told you. I’m sorry. I just thought…”

“Echo, don’t let go, please.”

“Mesh’la…”

“Echo, stop speaking gibberish and use the strength to climb instead of talk!”

You had to imagine the smile on Echo’s face. You felt the hardened grip return, along with the agonizing feeling of being split in half. You started to count to keep yourself calm.

“One…two…three…”

The world around you was falling away. Not just literally from the sky but the ceiling and walls started to blur, black clouded the edges of your vision.

“Seven…eight…nine…”

Then a buzzing sound broke through the haze. It sounded familiar…close…Echo whooped. It got closer…and closer…then the lights and hum of The Marauder announced its saving presence. You heard the hatch open and the shouts of the others. Echo’s grip suddenly disappeared and his weight was gone. Air forced its way into your lungs in a gasp. You wanted to call out to Echo but your energy was gone. You heaved and started to lift yourself.

Until a chunk of metal came falling down, smashing your body.

Shoot.

You couldn’t move. Your body crushed to the floor, the ship started to shift, gravity pulling you out the door. Your head slammed against another falling object, hard enough to draw blood, dizzying enough to disorient you, but not enough to knock you out. The taste of copper made itself known to your tongue, soon your whole mouth felt the presence of a hot liquid. The black specks returned. They danced and spun, swirling with the flames as your world tilted.

Your body started to slide in the opposite direction, a hot sticky trail left in your wake. You clamped your eyes shut and found you couldn’t open them.

Well this is it…

Footsteps skidded next to you, shouting grated against the complaining durasteel that creeped and groaned as it was ripping apart, the durasteel was lifted from your body. Strong arms wrapped themselves around you, the distinct feeling of a hand cradling your head and the hard inflexibility of a scomp supporting you. A gentle voice you’d know anywhere whispered:

“Hey, if I’m not allowed to fall, you aren’t either.”

You started to chuckle but a coughing fit replaced the giggle.

“Y-you got to go before the whole thing falls.”

“I’m not leaving you. We end this thing together. Hold on. It’ll be okay, okay? Just stay with me here.”

“Th-e world i-is black…Echo…”

His name stumbling out your mouth was the last thing to ring in your ears.

— — — —

You had the various pieces of your false arm scattered about, fidgeting with a piece here and there but not really doing anything with it. The despondency you felt starting from scratch made you wonder if it was even worth it. You reached up and felt around the stump on your shoulder. The uneven scars, the healed over tissue, the ghost of what was, teasing you in their silent haunting.

Your hand then slipped to your bandaged ribs. Apparently, according to Wrecker (talking excitedly while Echo blushed feverishly in silence), Echo had let himself down onto the boarding ramp and looked up expecting you to follow. When you didn’t, he jumped back up without a second thought onto the unsteady, crashing doomed ship and watched helplessly as…well Wrecker didn’t make you relive it. That was nice of him.

Echo apparently also didn’t let anyone touch you, too busy bandaging you up himself, barking orders at everyone to get the supplies he needed to wrap your middle and head.

Wrecker said he’d never seen Echo so “frantic”. It was hard to imagine as Echo was only ever calm….don’t worry, Wrecker re-enacted it for you (until Hunter ushered him through a door and left you alone with the man almost combusting from embarrassment.

“Don’t worry,” Omega whispered to him before slipping out herself, “she already knows. And don’t mind Wrecker, he’s just happy it’s finally happening.”

The memory faded and the silk between your ribs and fingers became real again. Echo hadn’t said anything to you. He’d only taken your hand and squeezed it tight, not looking you in the eye for the longest time.

“I may have a body of steel…but I’ve got a heart made of flesh, believe it or not, it’s real. And it’s yours. It beats for you. Don’t forget that, please. We’re the same, and I couldn’t have loved you more. I wish you could have told me about it…because I know.”

With the whisper he left. Despite the ship being small, he had avoided you for an entire rotation already. You knew he was around, you’d heard Hunter talking to him, but you didn’t seek him out.

You looked down uncertainly at your project again and sighed heavily.

Maybe remaking it isn’t an option. You could ask Tech or Hunter…in a few days. You didn’t feel like this now…maybe you shouldn’t fix it at all. Maybe this was the key to stop working for Cid.

The door opened with a whoosh, footsteps clomping a path toward you. A body slumped on the floor next to you and you felt Echo’s leg brush your own. The contact made your heart leap, eyes darting toward him to find his signature smirk on his face. You scowled and looked away. Your throat was sore and the lump you swallowed only made you feel pitiful.

“I’m sorry…I needed time. Thank you for giving that to me.”

You nodded, eyes ahead.

“Hunter told me why you didn’t tell me…I figured that but hearing it also pushed me out of my slump. I know you didn’t owe me anything, not an explanation or anything, but I can’t let a moment go by without telling you that this doesn’t change how I see you….I was hurt that you thought I’d …. well it does and it doesn’t, let me start there. It doesn’t because I love you, but it does because I know how brave you’ve been. How could I not admire that! You’re beautiful to me no matter what. Don’t doubt your worth or your beauty which is more than superficial because of this.”

You choked on a sob and Echo brought his arm around slowly, giving you time to shrug him off if you wanted or to move away. Instead, you leaned into his touch.

He leaned close to your ear. “Tell me where to start and we’ll have it back together in no time.”

“I-I don’t think I can, Echo.”

Tears started to well in your eyes. You couldn’t do this again.

“I…I’m so tired. Of all of it.”

“You don’t have to do this alone; we will do it together.”

Echo took his real hand with his real fingers and entwined them with your own real hand. You could feel the warmth through his gloves and it went right to your heart. The courage that fled you long ago started to return. Your throat was swollen, so you nodded instead, lips turning up in a smile.

“Together.”

“But first, I have to finish fixing something else…”

You looked at him confused, cocking your head to the side, eyes still glistening from the unshed sorrow.

He chuckled but his next words came out airy and nervous.

“Your heart…”

He leaned in slowly, soft lips latching onto yours. He smiled when you gasped and nearly laughed when you pulled him closer, hand gripping his collar like your lifeline.

“Hey, stop laughing. You have a lot of fixing to do.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Yeah, the arm could wait.

Both your hearts needed some healing, and a kiss was the perfect medicine.

#reader insert #echo x reader #echo x female reader #echo x you #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #tbb x reader #tbb echo #clone force 99 #fanfiction #fanfic #the bad batch #angst with a happy ending #angst and fluff #fluff and angst

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hotmessmaxpress · 28 days

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Sliding into your DMs for the OF au 🫡 Soooo, they obviously like each other physically. But can they communicate about what they like in bed? Like, are there things that maybe especially Marc does or doesn't feel comfortable doing (because of his job and stuff) and then they talk about it and Vale is all caring and stuff and Marc feels at home with him?

Vale calls him a slut once in bed.

It’s clearly directly out of some porno Vale has seen (Vale has decades of porn-watching under his belt, something that is slightly intimidating and also hilarious to Marc). He’s obviously trying to be sexy; Marc does love it when Vale is dirty and runs his mouth, so it’s not necessarily surprising that they have arrived at this point.

It’s decidedly un-sexy to Marc, though.

He jerks his head back away from where Vale is kissing him, and inadvertently smacks his head against the headboard.

“Ow! Fuck!” he gasps, grabbing the back of his head.

Vale hisses in sympathy, gently cradling Marc’s face in his hands and turning his head to look at him. He clearly doesn’t find any blood (Marc didn’t hit himself that hard) but the moment is still broken. Marc winces as Vale adjusts so he’s sitting beside Marc, and he continues checking him over.

“What happened?” he asks.

Marc winces.

“Please don’t call me names.”

Vale’s eyes widen, and Marc can tell he’s immediately feeling guilty.

“I’m sorry,” he says, immediately.

Marc tucks himself against Vale. He needs to be touching him when they have this conversation, and he’d prefer not to have to look his boyfriend in the eye as he admits these things.

“I’ve only ever been called a slut and a whore by people who are angry with me or being creepy. Mostly it’s from men who try to get me to do things and get rejected– then they call me a whore or other mean names. I don’t like it. I don’t want you to ever call me that.”

Vale rubs Marc’s arm, holding him close, and presses a kiss to his head.

“Sorry,” Marc says as an afterthought, suddenly overcome with the feeling that he might be disappointing Vale. Maybe he could get used to it, he thinks, if it would make Vale happy. He opens his mouth to voice the thought but Vale speaks first.

“Thank you for telling me. I won’t ever call you that again, amore. Is there anything else you don’t want me to say? Or anything you want me to say?”

Marc is quiet for a moment.

“I like it when you tell me nice things. I like it when you call me pretty and tell me I’m perfect. I like to be good for you. I like it when you say I’m yours.”

He truly just wants to be a good boy for Vale. He hopes that Vale won’t be disappointed with him.

He feels him smile against his hair.

“You are a good boy for me,” Vale says. “You’re beautiful. You’re perfect.”

He kisses his forehead again, and Marc wiggles closer in satisfaction.

“Thank you,” he says, quietly.

“You’re mine,” Vale says. “It’s my job to keep you happy.”

Marc finally looks up at Vale again, and Vale presses a kiss to his lips.

The moment that was ruined earlier picks up again, and pretty soon Marc has Vale on his back and his dick down his throat.

He looks down Vale’s skinny torso to meet his eyes, where his head is thrown back against a pillow.

“Fuck, Marc,” Vale groans.

Marc bobs his head, using his hands to pump the base of Vale’s cock that he isn’t reaching with his mouth. He swallows as much as he can around Vale’s cock, willing his gag reflex down. Marc doesn’t actually have that much experience with blowjobs; he is actually less experienced in in-person sex than Vale is.

“You’re so perfect. I love your perfect little throat. You’re choking on me and you’re still doing so well,” Vale encourages.

The praise goes straight to Marc’s cock, and he whines around Vale and rocks his hips against the bed. Vale seems to take notice of how he’s affecting Marc, and he continues to run his mouth.

“Look at you, humping the mattress. Are you going to get off on sucking me off? You’re so perfect for me,” he coos. “Such a sexy, beautiful boy. So many men have seen you, but only I get to watch you like this. I’m the only one who gets to see your perfect mouth wrapped around my cock.”

Marc whines and picks up the pace. He accidentally takes Vale in too deep, and pulls off with a choked little gag. He looks up at Vale with watery eyes.

He bows his head to suck Vale’s cock again, but Vale stops him with a hand on his cheek.

“You are so beautiful,” he says, looking directly into Marc's eyes. It makes Marc want to cry a little bit, seeing how earnest Vale is.

Marc thrusts his hips against the bed again, and Vale laughs. He gently guides Marc’s mouth back onto his cock, and Marc resumes sucking with renewed vigor.

Vale moves his hand, and Marc grips his wrist. He guides Vale’s hand to the back of his head, and groans as Vale tangles his fingers in his hair.

Marc can’t control his thrusts against the bed. His cock is too hard, and the praise from Vale has drained the brains right out of him. He’s close, and he whines and picks up the pace.

At this point he’s basically holding Vale in his mouth while he focuses on his own release.

“That’s it. Come for me, Marc. Rub yourself off. You’re so perfect, so beautiful.”

Marc thrusts one, two, three more times before he’s shooting cum across the bedsheets with a cry.

He sucks Vale’s cock deep into his throat, and Vale holds Marc’s head in place as he shoots his own cum down Marc’s throat. Marc feels Vale’s cock pulse as he comes, and he groans and sucks him through it.

Marc crawls his way back up the bed, flopping against Vale.

“Okay?” he asks, voice rough from Vale’s cock in his throat.

“Perfect,” Vale says gently, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

#marc is like 'oh no what if vale doesn't think I'm sexy anymore :('#and vale is like 'this is the hottest most beautiful fucking man i've ever known and if he ever leaves i'll kms'#they're so nasty for each other lmao #thank you for the ask!#mm93 #vr46 #onlyfans au #motogp ask

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abeautifulblog · 8 months

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thoughts on the Barbie movie

Finally got around to seeing the Barbie movie -- I think some of its messaging could have been clearer, but on the whole it was a lot of fun, and one of the most visually-innovative things I've seen onscreen in ages. So much stuff these days bills itself as "deconstruction," when more often than not it's just a mean-spirited mockery of something the writers don't actually understand. The Barbie movie is deconstruction done right, by people who are deeply in the know about the material (which in this case equals the entire Barbie mythos/ideology), and love it anyway, warts and all. Good deconstruction is both a critique and a love letter.

The theme that the movie understands and communicates most clearly is about the impossible, contradictory directives that are constantly put on women -- "you need to be assertive, but you mustn't be a bitch", etc -- and how unfair it is that half the population isn't given the same respect and the same chance at success. Barbieland flips the script so that the Kens are the empty-headed ornaments while Barbies run the world (which I suspect is what made a lot of men so viscerally uncomfortable with the movie), but that's also eventually recognized to be just as unfair as the Real World where patriarchy reigns.

What's a lot muddier is the messaging around how exactly men participate in the patriarchal oppression of women, and how the patriarchy harms them too. Because patriarchy is a pyramid scheme -- and not all men are on the top of that pyramid, nor can they all be. It convinces men to strive for an unattainable ideal of masculinity (not unlike the unattainable ideal that Barbie represents for femininity, actually!) and then penalizes those who fall short for not being "man enough," and paints it as a personal failing, not one that's baked into the system.

A lot of the gags around Ken Discovers Toxic Masculinity legitimately had me in stitches, because oh my god, too true, but then it didn't really offer any conclusions about it. Granted, this is the Barbie Movie not the Ken Movie, and he already gets more of a character arc than female love interests usually do, so I'm not going to rend my garments all "BUT WHAT ABOUT THE MENNNNS??"..... but if you're not going to follow through on toxic masculinity, then maybe better to leave that particular can of worms unopened. There's more than enough for feminism to talk about without it.

Personally, I would have preferred if Ken weren't an antagonist -- if he'd just been the supportive himbo boyfriend who cheerfully follows Barbie on her journey of self-discovery, and backs her every play, and has never had a mean thought in his empty head, which is kind of what the promo materials led me to expect -- but that would have been an entirely different plot. (Possibly one in which Ken encounters the real world and finds that the men there think he should tone down his self-expression (for coming off as too GAY) and be less of a simp for his girlfriend, and he's like, Wow that sounds terrible actually, no thank you!)

In any case, I don't envy the women who are now having uncomfortable conversations with their husbands and boyfriends who got mad about the movie and went on the offensive. Because this is not a movie that softshoes its message to coddle to men's fee-fees -- its male characters are largely mocked and/or marginalized, and I imagine that a lot of men who saw it, and who haven't ever examined their privilege, came out of it feeling personally attacked, and reflexively wanted to attack it in turn and reject everything it's saying.

To which I'm like… y'all need to sit with your feelings for a minute. Remember that one movie taking the piss out of men does not actually make a single dent in the power and privilege that men enjoy in the real world. And then think about the fact that media BY men (which is most of it) routinely treats women the same way -- frivolous and sidelined, ornaments and sex objects. And the fact that we consider that the normal way of things -- that women are expected to watch themselves being portrayed like that and enjoy it.

(A line that I think should have gotten more weight is at the end when Barbie says, "I want to be the one doing the making, not the thing being made," because it's such a clear, straightforward articulation of the subject vs. object distinction.)

Storytelling-wise (to put on my nerd-for-narrative hat), the third act of the movie runs into difficulty with the fact that this is not about human characters, but about anthropomorphized archetypes of femininity and masculinity -- and how do you write a narratively satisfying "ending" for things that don't actually end? And how do you do that within the context of not just a doll world, but the Barbie world, with a gender-unequal status quo that isn't actually going to change either? With the conflicts they set up, I'm not sure there was a wholly satisfactory way to end it.

But anyway, none of that detracted from my enjoyment of the movie -- it's fun, heartfelt, thought-provoking, a continuous source of pleasure and novelty for the eyeballs, and consistently hilarious. Definitely worth the watch.

(And if you want some feminist-themed media that does do a complex exploration of how the patriarchy fucks men over too, even the men who think they're winning at it, I recommend Agent Carter, it is so so good. (The first season, anyway. 😑) There are five notable male characters in it, and the only one having a good time is the one who's declined to buy into society's narrow idea of what constitutes acceptable masculinity.)

#the barbie movie #for context #gremble is a dude #but a gay dude who doesn't get butthurt over criticisms of the patriarchy

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Can you recommend a few books with amazing Fellatio scenes?

For sure!

Thief of Shadows by Elizabeth Hoyt probably still has my favorite historical BJ scene. He cries because it was his first orgasm with another person and that's a Lot; she cries because she's emotional and also because like, you know, gag reflex stuff. They're super close to being caught by people. It's GREAT. Tbh though, Elizabeth Hoyt writes generally solid to great ones.

I mean, let us also not forget the scene in Duke of Pleasure wherein the hero is like "oh no the bad guys are about to catch us" so she just starts blowing him to make it look like she's a street wench or whatever they're trying for, and once the guys leave he's like "okay you can stop". And she. Does. Not.

New Camelot by Sierra Simone has several of my favorite BJ scenes. Most likely the "blindfold 'im with a novelty Mount Rushmore tie and go down on him to express your *eternal* gratitude" blow job is the best one, but I also really love the "the mighty Maxen Colchester has a gag reflex" [*cut to the mighty Maxen Colchester glaring balefully*] scene.

Naturally, Sierra's Salt Kiss has great scene in this context, and her Thornchapel series has some of the most "this is sinning" fellatio scenes I'e ever read. Like. The one where they're spit-roasting a priest is honestly not the most sinful BJ in that series. And speaking of that, her book Saint has an amazing scene in which ex-boyfriends, one of whom is a current monk, act out a "I'm a naughty monk and you're tempting me" fantasy BJ in like, the great outdoors lmao.

Mila Finelli's Kings of Italy has great ones. Like, full "you look so pretty like this" scenes, smudged makeup, love it.

Act Your Age by Eve Dangerfield literally begins with the heroine blowing her boss while calling him daddy without realizing that it is, in fact, her boss.

Give Me More by Sara Cate is an MMF romance with a couple of truly iconic blow job scenes, including hits like "giving my best friend head in the dark" and "my best friend goes down on me after his wife decks my dick out with whipped cream".

All of the Mackenzie brother books by Jennifer Ashley have good ones, but Lady Isabella's Scandalous Marriage probably has my favorite in the series because Mac is a Whiny Squirmy Hero.

Kennedy Ryan writes great ones in her All the King's Men duology--including one with the thing we don't see enough of in m/f romance novels (heroes getting their asses fingered).

Oh SPEAKING of that there's an amazing BJ scene in Kristen Callihan's The Friend Zone that includes the same thing. The man almost like, dies.

Cate Sebastian's The Queer Principles of Kit Webb has one of my favorite BJ scenes because Percy is a throat goat who happens to be going down on a man who's afraid of hurting him so he has to be like "YOU UNDERESTIMATE MY POWER" about it.

Grace Callaway's books are generally great in this regard. I once compared an enthusiastic but inexperienced Grace Callaway heroine trying to go down on her hero to someone attempting the chubby bunny challenge. And I'm correct there, and boy do their heroes love it (while also being like, "she's objectively kinda bad at this").

Joanna Shupe's books usually have good fellatio scenes (oh, and she's also Mila Finelli). The Duke Gets Even and The Devil of Downtown especially win out in this regard.

#romance novel blogging #romance novels #book recs

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maurypovichofficial2 · 7 months

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have you written the guide yet? im waiting

OKay!!!!!!!!!

I'm going to type this out one more time I did it once like 3 years ago im so mad I cannot find it but I have no one to blame but myself (mostly) because im not good at tagging and tumblr's tag search system is basically nonexistent anyway.

Okay class today we're talking about Sucking Dick, Cock, Penis, Phallus, if you will.

You should always use spit, sounds obvious right?? but you'll be surprised how many people try to make dick sucking a neat thing... it is not. Keep that mouth wet, make it drip. Don't feel weird if you got saliva everywhere all over your face all on the dick, men and people with dicks love that shit it's the seasoning of the act ok

Use your hands, experts can go handless some people prefer that you suck them with no hands. but also some people like the handjob/sucking combo it feels good. Listen to your partner if they say go slow slow it up if they say go faster speed it up

Don't neglect the balls!!! Balls matter too massage them (gently) give em a tug (gently) suck them roll them around in your mouth. It's impressive going for the balls without having to be asked because most of the time they are ignored.

There is a part on the underside of the dick called the Frenulum

it is important to massage that part with your tongue as you suck. It's basically a nerve ending and when you stimulate it it feels great to say the least. Sometimes i even take my thumb and rub it in a circular motion it's a nice little treat.

Speaking of tongue. USE IT. lick the head the whole shaft, your tongue is the star here. If you take the tip of your tongue and lick inside the piss slit??? *chef's kiss* Stick your tongue out tap the dick on your tongue or let them do it while maintaining eye contact.

Eye contact is important. look up at them as you suck. It's a form of intimacy but it's also a way to gage the person's reaction to what you're doing.

Deepthroating. Some people are naturals and they just go for it, but others who have a strong gag reflex you gotta ease into it. The key is to relax if you're not then that means your throat and gag reflex are tightened up as well and that won't work. The other thing is to breathe through your nose. Try to go down little by little see how it feels, your gag might activate but that's okay, stay down, breathe through nose, try not to pull up but if it feels uncomfortable come up, breathe, go back down. Eventually your reflex and throat will ...toughen up lol! and you'll figure out how to manipulate it so you can seemingly be gagging but it's all being controlled by you instead of involuntarily. That will then open you up to doing things like face fucking, teabagging etc.

Have fun. Perform! ya know make those gagging sounds , moan, slurp , the sound aspect of giving head is almost like a form of ASMR, the person you're sucking likes to hear those things. Do the things that you like doing on the dick. Ask them can you try something. It's supposed to be enjoyable for both parties involved.

Lips. Suckle the head with your lips. Kiss the dick the whole thing (eye contact always eye contact) kissing and suckling is your way of worshipping it.

A Note on Teeth. Don't worry about it, yes you need to watch your teeth but like....I feel like you have to be REALLY bad at doing this and have no control over your mouth to have a teeth problem where you're nicking and scraping. Your lips is a natural barrier that keeps your teeth covered. If you want...hey....practice on a popsicle I'm not against that.

Okay Class Dismissed.

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bihansthot · 3 months

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This is probably the fever talking because y’all know I come off as a size queen and write Bi-Han enormous but secretly I think I’m terrified of huge weenies. Like I look at the calendar pic of Bi-Han and don’t even think I could get any of it in my mouth let alone anywhere else. Who else is terrified of massive weenies or am I just a chicken?? I feel like the perfect size is just big enough for gag on, which for me doesn’t have to be that big because Sobek cursed me with the stupidest overly sensitive gag reflex, does it stop me? Fuck no, we die like men over here but it’s annoying, guys seem to love it though cause it makes them feel bigger than they are. I also don’t know if guys are just complimentary about head game but I have gotten some many “holy fuck where did you learn to do that” and “jfc that’s the best head I’ve ever had”, I feel like it’s just as easy as I enjoy doing it so I do it well? I don’t know what I’m talking about anymore, I’m so out of it, am I crazy? Can my lovelies relate? Lemme know. Also I maybe miss writing, I might try messing around with some OC stuff when I’m healthy again? I’m not promising anything and it probably won’t be anything you lovelies wanna read but maybe just maybe I’ll find some motivation? Let me know if there’s anything you wanna see. Ok I’m going to try and sleep now, something I haven’t been able to do this whole time I’ve been sick since my fever and chills have been so aggressive. I am doing a little better today though here’s to hoping I’m on the mend.

#nsft #ns/fw thoughts #weenies #oc stuff #life update

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I NEED MORE CAMERON

Here you are, dear anon!

CW: Dehumanization, it as a pronoun, innuendos, harassment, sexually degrading language, noncon touch, BBU universe, pet whump, manipulation, dubcon themes

“Look at that, Grandpa was right about what this old geezer is keeping locked up.”

Cameron freezes, slowly raising his gaze. Three young adults stand in front of him; two men and a woman. The men wear dark tuxes and the woman wears a blue dress that hugs her body. Matching smiles paint their faces and the sight sends a shiver down Cameron’s spine.

His master told him to kneel perfectly still and not draw attention, but also to respond if he was spoken to. The party drags on around them, carpet too rough under his thin tights. He wants to tug up the sleeve falling off his shoulder, wipe away the glitter sparkling across his shoulders, take off his makeup and curl at his master’s side, away from these people who only want him for his looks and not who he is.

Where is my master?

“It’s pretty,” the girl giggles, twirling a lock of her hair around her fingers. “Look at its eyes, I love it! Oh, Dracy, can we have one?”

“Mother’s already promised me one when I finish college, so yeah, I’ll make sure to get one like him.”

“Thank you!”

Her voice reaches a high pitch that drills into Cameron’s skin, but he keeps his plastic smile plastered on his face. He glances behind them, searching the rest of the party for his master. Everything in him screams out to leave before it gets worse. Well, worse than it already is. He is not made for people like this. He is made for his master, and his master alone, for someone who knows what he can take, the limits of his body. He’s not a toy, just a doll to dress up and discard, he is a loved and valued pet who is designed to make his master feel better.

“Look at these curls,” the other man says, rubbing one of his curls. His fingers twist in Cameron’s hair and he flinches. “Good grip.”

“God, Lance, you’re really gonna mess around with a pet like that? What would Lisa say?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not a person, so it doesn’t matter what I do to it. Lisa doesn’t count it as cheating.”

He forces Cameron’s head back, fingers digging into his scalp. Cameron swallows hard, folding his hands in his lap in an attempt to hide his body’s reaction. Rage swirls deep in his chest. This isn’t what he’s made for!

I want my master! Where is my master! Please, come help me!

“It’s stunning, look at that.” Lance’s finger traces the outline of Cameron’s lips. He parts them, falling back on training. “Like a little doll.”

“That’s kinda weird, dude.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. Seriously, get your head out of the gutter!”

“I’m not the one making comments about some old man’s slut.”

“Aw, don’t call it that,” the girl pouts. “Look at how sad it looks!”

Use her to get out of here.

Cameron softens his eyes, pulls his shoulders close to his body, ducks his head, doing everything he can to make himself appear attractive and cute. It’s an odd feeling, contrary to his training. He’s not like the other ones, who are cute and small and mean to be loved. He’s not like them. He’s not, and he has to be okay with that.

My desires are not my own. I exist only for my master. I love him. I am meant for him. I miss him. Where is he?

“Aren’t you just a sad little thing,” the girl cooes, ruffling his hair. “Look at how sweet it is!”

“We aren’t getting one now,” the other man, Dracy, sighs. “Just wait a few more months.”

Lance slips his finger inside Cameron’s mouth. He opens his mouth wider and the man chuckles. His finger slides against his teeth, pressing down on his tongue. The skin tastes like sugar and sweat. Cameron swallows back a sudden gag reflex.

“Wonder how deep it can take it?” Lance whispers, almost to himself.

“You know it’s trained to do whatever you want.”

“Don’t do that,” the girl whines. “That’s just gross. You boys are gross. It’s icky thinking about that. Why don’t we leave the darling alone and go back to the party? I wanna talk with Mother’s friends.”

“Her friends are boring. This is fun.”

“I thought you weren’t interested in this.”

Lance shrugs, retracting his finger. “Yeah, but haven’t you heard what these things can do? I’d be stupid to pass up an opportunity like this.”

“You can’t.”

The words slip out of Cameron before he can stop them. He freezes in horror for all of three seconds before remembering that these kids have no say here. This is his master’s house–his house–and these kids have no say compared to his master’s rules.

“You can’t,” he repeats. “My master won’t allow you.”

“He doesn’t control me. And for that matter, neither do you, thinking you can tell me what to do. Stupid pet.”

Cameron smirks, tipping his head to the side. He knows how desirable he looks and plays into that, letting his beauty increase the bite of his words. “I can’t be that stupid. After all, I’m not the one touching things that don’t belong to me.”

The blow lands hard enough to send his ears ringing and heat pooling in his gut. Cameron keeps his smile plastered on his face, ignoring how his cheek burns. Lance glares back at him, hand raised for another strike.

“Go on, I’m sure you’d love to explain to my master what happened.”

Lance lowers his hand and turns to the others. “Let’s get out of here. This slut isn’t worth my time.”

Cameron smiles as they walk away. Once he’s sure they won’t look back, he lets the smile drop, staring blankly into the crowd. His skin prickles with the urge to find his master. He can’t. Can’t, can’t, can’t. Digs his nails into his thighs, bites his tongue, forces himself to take deep breaths. The meeting should be done soon. His master will come and get him.

There is no clock that he can see. Just the laughter of the party around him. Cameron stares into the middle distance, letting his mind slip away. Patience. He knows what to do. He knows how to behave. He has been trained to do this. Hours could pass and he wouldn’t care.

“There you are.”

Cameron snaps back to attention. He pulls his shoulders back, tipping his chin up to meet his master with a smile.

His master cups his chin, thumb pressing on his lower lip. “Look at you, waiting for me like such a good boy.”

Cameron leans into the touch, letting out a sigh, his smile faltering for a second. His teeth cut into his lip as his master uses his grip to pull him closer. Turning his head from side to side, eyes narrowing. He’s made a mistake.

“What happened?” his master growls. “Who touched you?”

“. . . some kids,” Cameron breathes. Don’t lie, don’t lie, don’t lie. Be honest. He loves you more when you’re honest.

“Kids.”

A shudder slips down his spine at how dark his master’s voice has gotten. Typically a tone kept for their bedroom, but now being used so clearly in the open. He finds himself glancing over his master’s shoulder, praying that no one sees them.

“Yes, sir. They didn’t do anything. I knew you wouldn’t be happy with them.”

“Hmm.”

Cameron blinks back sudden tears. He shrinks back, attempting to make himself as small as possible. “Sir, I didn’t mean to, I just didn’t know how to handle them, I was just trying to listen, I was just trying to be good for you!”

His master finally smiles. It softens his face, highlights the wrinkles around his eyes. Cameron forces himself to smile back and relax. He’s safe, he’s here with his master, he’s home. There’s no reason.

“Good boy. I knew I could trust you alone. You’re also so good for me.”

Cameron glances up at his master through his eyelashes, keeping his voice pitched low. “Thank you, sir.”

“I always expect nothing less.”

His master holds out his arm and Cameron takes it with a smile. They can go home now. Warmth blooms in his chest, spreading throughout his body. Cameron raises on his tiptoes and kisses his master’s cheek.

“I love you,” he whispers, tucking himself close to his side.

“I love you too, my pet.”

#dehumanization #it as a pronoun #innuendos #harassment #sexually degrading language #noncon touch #bbu universe #pet whump #manipulation #dubcon themes #cameron #answered asks

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i-try-to-write-stuff · 2 years

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Desperate and on her last leg, Y/N needs a job, she is willing to do anything for that, and Thomas Shelby will do everything to her.

Please do not read this fic if this is not your cup of tea. You have been warned, by clicking on Keep Reading means you have understood the warning. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

“I saw your résumé, Miss Y/L/N. You don’t have the required qualifications or the relevant experience for this job.” Thomas Shelby said while observing the latest candidate for the bookkeeper job.

“I know that, Mr Shelby, but I am a quick learner, diligent, and most of all, honest.” You reply, trying to appear confident, but Thomas sees through your act.

“Are you willing to do anything for this job?” Thomas asked, wording it carefully.

You nod eagerly, willing to try anything for this job. You had student loans and responsibilities, and this job was your last resort. Tommy knew that too. Your back was against the wall.

Thomas Shelby was an engaged man to the woman he loved, Grace Burgess, but his love life was boring. But then you show up, looking all Bambi-esque, and he felt the thrill he hadn’t felt in a while. His cock stirred when he saw you come in. He knew he hit the gold mine when he saw you were unsuitable yet desperate for the job. He was willing to risk it all to have you.

“Okay. Get down on your knees.”

“I am sorry…?”

“You need this job, so get down on your knees, unzip my trousers, and suck my cock.” Thomas Shelby ordered.

You felt embarrassed, embarrassed enough to consider his order for the job. You got down on your knees in front of him. Unzipped his trousers, you pulled out his already hardened cock. You licked his cock like a popsicle, trying to copy what you saw in porn years ago. Tommy groaned. You stopped to look at him, his cock halfway inside your mouth, fearing that you might be doing something wrong. Tommy Shelby pushed your head, making you choke on his cock, your head bobbing, understanding the assignment. He was bigger than the men you’d been. You continued to lick and suck his cock, while you used your hand to play with his balls, which he loved judging by how his breath hitched and his moans became louder. Your eyes were all watery due to the strain in your throat. You kept at it, pushing his cock as much as possible without your gag reflex taking over, but Tommy had none of it. He shoved your head down his cock feeling your throat constrict around him, and he could feel you trying to heave. He grabbed your neck, angling it so he could look at your wrecked face.

“Look at me.”

You looked up at him with your teary eyes and cock-full. The sight was enough for Tommy to cum harder than ever.

“Swallow it, don’t let a single drop waste.”

You gulped his salty seed as much as possible, but his cum flow didn’t stop. You felt like you were drowning. However, it did end when Tommy grew extra sensitive and pulled his limp cock out of your mouth.

You got up and grabbed a tissue from the purse, trying to wipe away the evidence of debauchery.

“You are hired, Ms Y/N, but your responsibilities will include keeping me happy. I will add some bonus for your extra work.”

You nodded. You were second-guessing your decision to take this job.

“I would also like your panties, Ms Y/L/N.”

“Why?”

“Because I am your boss, and I said so.”

You go towards the exit, hoping to peel off your drenched panties in dignity, something you no longer have.

“Do it here.”

You pulled down your panties, handing them over to Thomas Shelby. He grabs it eagerly and sniffs it, basking in your essence. His cock was hard again.

You were watching him with bewilderment.

“Pull up your skirt.”

“Yes, sir”

“Sir, I like that. Pull up your skirt and bend down on the table.”

You followed his instructions. Your glistening folds were at eye level of Tommy Shelby. He pushed his index and middle finger inside your wet cunt. Your cunt soaking his fingers with your slick, he pulled them out, licking your arousal from his fingers.

“You have a juicy cunt, darling. On top of that, it tastes like fucking ambrosia.”

Suddenly, he got up, teasing your clit with his hard cock. You mewled. He then penetrated your cunt, not giving you time to adjust to his size. He was fully sheathed inside you. He pulled out entirely, leaving his tip inside you and thrust into you again with vigour, your thighs and hips banging against the wood, the rough pace hurting your body from the outside and pleasuring you from the inside. You braced yourself against the desk, but Tommy had none of it. He grabbed your hands and pushed them behind you, using them as an anchor to pound into you like a starved man.

“This cunt is Thomas Shelby’s property, and no man is allowed inside”, He hissed.

“Yes….sir”, you moaned.

“Your salary has just been doubled, your position will be consultant, and it comes with double the salary of a bookkeeper. You will work with me in any capacity necessary. That includes being my stress reliever.” Tommy declared while being balls deep inside you and his other hand torturing your clit, rubbing and pinching it. You cried out loudly. Tommy was thankful that nobody was in the betting shop to hear depraved sounds from the friction.

“Cum over my cock, aah…cum for me”, Tommy shouted, and you came. Your body was following the orders of Tommy Shelby. Your tight cunt constricted around his cock, your hot, wet cunt, pulling him in. You felt his thrusts becoming sloppier and rougher. His cock swelled up inside you, releasing his seed inside your willing cunt. He kept thrusting in you lazily, trying to empty his seed. He pulled his cock out and slapped your cunt, garnering a squeak from you.

“Be here at nine sharp, no panties and in a dress.”

“Yes, sir”, you moaned lazily, still on his desk while his seed leaked out of your cunt, pooling on the ground. You collected yourself, got up and booked an uber to take you home. While Tommy sat in the chair and planned what all he was going to do to you. He was going to have to mirror your phone, after all, you were his latest investment.

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so hey guys, I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year! if you want, come be writing buddies with me! https://nanowrimo.org/participants/aj-strong

and check out my latest project, which I'm hoping will be my first published novel (if I'm able to publish it for people to read for free somewhere uwu), The Lovely Disaster Sideshow! It's a mystery, horror, adventure, historical, weird mishmash that takes place in a Victorian Era circus!

Here's the cover, and below the cut are some bullet-point details about the main characters!! Let me know what you think so far, and... well, get ready for me to do very little else throughout November XD

ABIGAIL HUGHES AND EULALIA "LALI" HUGHES

Mother and daughter protagonists

Abigail (late 20s) is missing a hand and Lali (6 years old) is unable to speak due to trauma (Abigail’s missing hand and Lali’s trauma are both from the accident which killed Abigail’s husband)

They fill the jobs of whatever needs done within the circus after joining; cooking, mending, running errands

Abigail occasionally performs with Bharata after he teaches her tricks on how to live without one hand

Lali enjoys working with Estelle and Cedar particularly, but the entire circus is protective of her as their youngest member

Native English

RINGMASTER

The circus ringleader, the master of ceremonies who runs shows and hires new workers

A friendly fellow (late 30s-early 40s) who welcomes anyone into the circus, regardless of disabilities or age, as long as they can work in some way or another

Creative in describing the sideshows to attract the attention of the public

In reality a cold, calculating bigot who is bitter toward, resentful of, and disgusted by the ‘freaks’ he employs in the circus

Native English

GWYNN

“The Eyeless Albino” visual oddity (pure white hair, no eyes)

A young man (early 20s) who is completely albino and was born without any eyes

He is entirely blind and relies on other people (most often Bharata and Siobhan) to help him around, though he’s learned to navigate most of the circus by sound as long as he has landmarks to go by; new areas confuse him until he learns the layout

His skin burns incredibly easily, meaning he often carries a parasol to block sun rays even when it’s cloudy

(His parasol also double functions as a makeshift cane) Welsh and a little English

SIOBHAN

“A Marvelous Mouth” sword swallower and fire breather

A young woman (early 30s) who is a former prostitute, leading the Ringmaster to capitalize on her relaxed gag reflex to make her into a sword swallower (and, occasionally when the shows need that extra oomph, fire breather)

Quite heavily tattooed, at least for the time period, she sports many tattoos on her arms, legs, back, and hands, as well as one on her neck; this causes many people to view her as a degenerate and adds to her ‘freakishness’ for the circus

Irish

CAIN AND ABEL

“Two-For-One Twins” visual oddity (conjoined twins)

Two young men (mid 20s) joined at the hip, they’re unable to be separated and sometimes have issues with moving around; they have separate bodies (two arms each, two legs each, separate torsos, separate heads, etc.) but their bodies are fused at the hip and doctors have all told them separation is too risky

They get along fairly well, with the occasional sibling fights, though they feel isolated even from the rest of the circus, stemming from only having had each other for most of their lives, especially given that they were the most recent additions before Abigail and Lali

Native English

ESTELLE

“Silent Angel” trapeze artist

A young woman (early 20s) who is almost entirely deaf and can only hear (barely) if someone is shouting right next to her ear, she cannot speak very well and prefers to communicate in other ways

She can’t read or write, but she’s made up her own variety of gestures (basically an individual sign language) to speak with the other circus performers, and she can read lips quite well

Short, petite, and kind… and will simply walk away from anyone who treats her or her friends cruelly

Spends hours teaching Lali her individual sign language, so that Lali can communicate even though she’s too traumatized to speak verbally

French and English

BHARATA

“One-Armed Wonder” knife thrower

A young man (late 20s) who has only one arm, and is perceived by many others as very clumsy; every household he’s worked for has set him up to fail by assigning him tasks that simply can’t be done with just one arm, leading him to find a belonging in the circus

Wanting to prove everyone wrong, he trained to do something that others thought couldn’t be done with only one arm: knife throwing… and is very good at it

He’s sympathetic toward Abigail and tries to teach her every single tip he has about how to live without one arm/hand

Indian

CEDAR

“Crystal Ball” fortune teller/palm reader/astrologist

A young nonbinary person (mid 20s) who was ostracized from society when they refused to answer to ‘she’, who ran away from home after their parents tried to beat them into conforming

No physical disability aside from dysphoria (which is obviously helped when they’re around supportive people who respect what they want to be called), and very supportive themself of the people in the circus who do have disabilities

Rather easygoing in terms of interacting with other people, they tend to simply go with the flow, but they’re also incredibly perceptive which is what makes them such a good fortune teller; while they do study palmistry, astrology, and tarot, they also employ the use of cold reading techniques (“might as well take advantage of all the gifts I have, including observation, right?”)

Native English

SALEM

“The Lizard Man” visual oddity (has X-linked ichthyosis resulting in scale-like skin)

A man (late 30s) who was cast out from society because of his strange appearance, stemming from his medical condition; people have been ‘terrified’ of his looks before, not to mention fearing that whatever he has is ‘contagious’ (despite him knowing from experience that he’s not)

Soft-spoken and gentle in general, but if one hits the right buttons he’s very capable of getting violent, particularly in defense of his friends

He has anywhere from 1-3 animals (that he’s nursing back to health) in his tent at any one time, even though he’s allergic to anything with fur… he has a soft spot for reptiles, though he adores all animals

Native English

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Carmel the Church Slut

*Important Note*

The following story is 100% fiction with zero real world relevance, non-consensual sex/sexual assault or underage sex of any kind is wrong and should never be accepted. If you are considering or have committed such an offence I suggest you get serious psychiatric help.

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On the surface Carmel looked like the perfect 19 year old church going girl, she was gorgeous and radiated this energy of a “good girl” as she was beginning her career as a beauty artist. But behind the scenes she was hooking up with multiple guys, and a lot of them were black. She loved the way their bigger bodies dominated her slight Filipino frame.

It wasn’t known to the congregation until one of the church board leaders saw her out with one of the black guys and saw her plant a kiss on him while her groped her sweet ass. He knew something had to be done. One day a he was called by the church and asked if she could stop by to help them with some things, she of course said yes. When she turned up there were three old white men from the board in the room in the back of the church, “I was told you needed some help here, what can I do?”

“We’re not the ones that need help Carmel, you are.”

Carmel looked back at the men confused, “I don’t understand.”

“David here was witness to your sinful slutty behaviour the other day, and with a black man no less!”

Carmel was shocked by what they were saying and also how blatantly racist they were being. “How dare you! Yet he is who without sin cast the first stone! You all aren’t perfect either!”

The men weren’t interested in hearing this from her, one of them stepped up to her and slapped her hard on the face causing her to double back in pain, two of the men advanced on her while another locked the door. They’d made sure the church was theirs for this time but wanted to make sure she wouldn’t be going anywhere. Carmel was down on her knees still recovering from the strike to the face, one of the men grabbed her hair. “You’re a slut Carmel and it’s time you learned where that gets you, it’s in these situations. Your going to take all our good church cock and you’re probably going to love it because that’s who you are!!”

At that comment they all pulled their pants down to reveal their hard cocks, they varied in size; one was modest, was short but actually quite fat, one was actually bigger than any she’d taken which surprised her. “On your knees like you’re praying to the lord, be ready to take our blessing in your mouth!” Carmel was sobbing now, she couldn’t believe that these men that claimed to be godly men were going to rape her. “P-please, oh god no! Please let me go! I’ll change my ways, please just stop!”

“It’s too late for that, you’re a whore now. Open your whore mouth and don’t you dare bite down!”

Somehow Carmel knew that threat was real, she opened her mouth and accepted the first short but fat cock in her mouth. He needed to squeeze and manipulate it to get it in her but he did and started thrusting himself in and out of her. Carmel sobbed as she took the old man’s penis in her mouth. He suddenly pulled out and the modest cock replaced it immediately, he followed suit using her and then discarding her for the other man. When the final man with the large cock stepped up she renewed her protests, “please it’s too big, I can’t possibly-“ but she wasn’t allowed to finish her sentence, he shoved it roughly into her mouth and thrusted so hard he went past her gag reflex and into her throat. He held it there for special effect just make it worse for her. Finally he pulled out with her coughing and gagging.

They picked her up and put her on a table on her back, the modest sized man was the first to step. He pulled open her dress and ripped off her panties to shreds, rubbing his cock against her pussy he said, “praise Jesus!” as he thrusted into her. He fucked Carmel vigorously as she sobbed at the humiliation of the rape, unfortunately for her she also felt her pussy getting wet. She might not have been enjoying it but her body was starting to betray her, it liked getting treated like a slut. When the other two men stood side by side at her head with one shoving his cock in her mouth and the other using her hand to jerk him she let out a moan of pleasure. The man using her mouth laughed, “see Carmel, you’re a whore. You like men treating you like this!” She couldn’t denying it it was turning her on, despite that she didn’t like she was getting treated like this.

The man fucking her pussy began grunting like an animal, his balls were ready to explode in her. “FUCK YEAH CARMEL, HERE COMES YOUR FIRST LOAD!!!” Just as he was about to shoot his cum in her he pulled out and went around to her face, the other men were ready for this, they pointed her pretty face at his cock as the streams of cum shot onto her pretty Asian face. Carmel sobbed as the cum shot into her eyes, onto her nose, and coated her pretty lips. He then poked his cock into her mouth and instinctively she sucked on him. The man with the fat cock was already positioned and fucking her pussy, he wanted to see her tits bounce. With his cock inside of her he tore her dress revealing her bra, he then pulled her tits over her bra so they would bounce like the white she was. He groped them hard as he fucked her moist pussy, bending over and sucking on them. He was so turned on by his beauty he knew he wasn’t going to last long. With his body thrusting with extra vigour he let out a cry and pulled out at the last minute shooting his load onto her tits, he manoeuvred himself so that he could use them to fit fuck his last squirts of cum.

The last, and largest man stepped up. “Time for the big show baby!” He shoved his large meat into her, “ahhhhhhh, oh my got it’s too big, be gentle please!!!”

“Haha be gentle?! I don’t think so, you’re gonna take my cock hard and fast. It’s what Jesus would want!!!”

He grabbed her hips and thrusted harder into her hitting her cervix as he got deep and hard into her. Carmel couldn’t help but be turned on by being treated so badly, it was like pain and pleasure mixing at once. She moaned like the whore she was told she was as the man’s large coco invaded her pussy.

The man groped her cum stained tits, got her sucking on his fingers, and even wrapped his hand around her throat choking her a little every bit of abused turned her on more. She couldn’t help it, “oh my god, oh my god, oh my gooooooooooood!!!!” She yelled out as she felt her orgasm coming, this sent the man into a frenzy fucking her even harder and grunting as his balls felt ready to explode! “FUCK YES CARMEL!!!! WE’RE CUMMING TOGETHER!!!!” He yelled as he pulled out and shot his load onto her face, she moaned as the cum dropped on her forehead, he cheeks, and into her mouth. Once her was satisfied he scooped all the excess cum on her face from both men and dropped it into her mouth, she sucked his finger clean of it all.

“Mmmmm good girl, swallow our cum!”

Carmel laid on the table exhausted and confused, she was both humiliated and at the same time incredibly turned on. She’d never cum that hard with any of the men she’d been with. Her dress was ruined so they took it off her and gave her one from the church donation bin, she wiped the cum off her face and body but could still smell the stench of sex. It actually made her want more.

“Now Carmel, we can renew this relationship regularly if you would like. We would be glad to continue what we have started today, or you can change and be a good church girl and keep your legs shut. The choice is yours.”

As Carmel left, her pussy still wet, she couldn’t help but think being a good girl was overrated anyway.

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