modern!feyd thoughts? is he crazier than modern! coryo? i feel like modern feyd would be like a underground boxer or something
this ask is crazy because itâs so good. like i havenât even considered modern!feyd before but the underground boxer element is đ, went with the typical opposites attract hello kitty s/o trope again SORRY, mdni (AFAB reader)
Yeah something that like or mixed mma, i do imagine him in a more athletic field but itâd have to be one where heâs allowed to make a spectacle of being violent. The rookie that has a borderline demonic reputation because heâs so vicious. And sometimes he doesnât even go into fights with winning being the first thing on his mind, he wants a good show as much as the audience does and he wants blood in whatever capacity he can get it.
Heâs for sure crazier than Coryo, like lock them into a room together and Feydâs skinning and deboning him like a fish. Still far removed from how he is in canon obviously, but i think that he does do the same extreme facial expressions during a match to psych his opponent out. Feyd wants to make it big, yes, but more so because he wants a bigger âstageâ to have more people see him at his most raw and real.
But he stays because he knows no professional organization worth their salt would turn the other cheek when he loses control and kills his opponent. Not that thatâs a common occurrence or anything, but the chance of it happening is never zero.
(His uncle definitely has a hand in the betting that goes on at his matches, and even places his own bets from time to time. Feydâs resentment grows with every rigged match. Heâs an unhinged freak with a penchant for blood lust, but he does still want to win at the end of the day when heâs done playing with his food)
Youâre in the crowd for one of his matches. Attracted by the mystery and the taboo nature of what he does. You look nervous, rocking from side to side as your eyes follow every punch and dodge. Youâre out of place, sticking out like a sore thumb in your tennis skirt and hello kitty necklace. Thereâs no date hanging on your arm or friend chatting your ear off, which leaves you ripe for the picking.
He keeps an intrigued watch on you out of the corner of his eye, hollering and crowding his opponent against the ring. He hopes youâre watching as he pummels his fists into the sorry bastardâs face. The low lights and the cheers from drunks and gamblers get his blood pumping. Even through all that background noise, he hears you softly gasp as teeth clatter to the floor.
Underground Boxer!Feyd who stares you right in the eyes when heâs declared the victor of the match, clocking how much youâre playing with the hem of your skirt. He smiles, a gross expression stained crimson and spits at his feet. Itâs a good thing youâre so strangely accepting, his muscles are too sore to chase you down through back alleys and city streets.
Heâll burn through his winnings to give you the life you deserve, and heâll wash the blood off you both when you get home after a fight. He canât wait to see how you react to the motorcycle heâs got parked outside.
Fucks you against the cage when no one else is there and on his motorcycle. Gives you backshots in the shower, killing two birds with one stone. Bends you over his prize money and makes you squirt until you pass out on top of it.
Mean mean mean bf but he loves his favorite cheerleader with everything he has.
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masturbation mention; handjobs; college!art; fem!reader; no spoilers
MDNI 18+
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when art donaldson gets a boner, it's nearly impossible for it to go down. he's tried everything in the book. well, everything in patrick's bookâtaking a cold shower, thinking about his grandmother in her underwear, changing his position. but nothing has ever worked, leaving him to excuse himself at inconvenient times so he could fist his cock until he was satisfied.
but being here with you, art can't do that. he's already flaked on your study sessions one too many times and he really, really doesn't want to have to flake again. for a reason as trivial and embarrassing as a boner at that.
he really didn't mean for it to happen. but he just happens to be in your space, surrounded by your trinkets, watching you move around in a pair of shorts that reminded him of the pair tashi wore that night. which got him thinking about the situation he was in just a year ago. which made him imagine you and him in a situation similar, perhaps even with tashi and patrick there.
you're speaking to him. your hands are moving in patterns that art should recognize, and you're lips are moving, too. but he's distant. distracted.
he blinks twice, shaking the overgrown blond curls out of his face as he fixes his gaze on you again.
"'m ... i'm sorry. what were you saying?"
you drop your hands and place them in your lap. you look disappointed.
"dude. i'm really trying to pass this midterm."
art drops his head. he initially does it in an act of shame, but then he notices your hands resting along your glistening skin and he's suddenly made aware of his boner once more. he groans, resting his elbows into the decorative pillow covering his lap as he covers his face with his hands.
"i know, i know. i'm really, really sorry." he sniffs, straightens up, and focuses all of his attention on studying with you. but now it's you who's distracted.
you tilt your head and eye him up and down. art, worrying that you might have fucking x-ray vision or something, adjusts the way heâs sitting. he thinks he's being casual, but then he clears his throat and looks off to the side and he can hear your small 'oh'.
âhavenât tried thinking about your grandmother?â
art, embarrassed at having been caught, says nothing.
âwant me to help you out?â you offer. you say it like a joke, so art laughs. but then you donât laugh, too.
youâre staring at him, a small smile on your lips as you push your weight into your hands behind you. the twin XL bed can only allow so much room, so even as youâre leaning away from him art feels like youâre right there.
âyouâre joking, right?â
you take a second, and then you shake your head.
and thatâs how art ends up digging his hands into your sheets as he watches your hand glide over his cock through heavy eyes.
youâre sitting with your feet tucked under your butt, one hand scratching through artâs hair and the other working on his cock.
artâs free hand is pressing into the line of skin between your top and shorts.
youâre doing so well, making him feel so good, but you still ask for confirmation through a low voice.
âdoes this feel good?â
and your face is so much closer to him than he thought. your voice is right next to his ear. it travels down through him, making even more blood rush to his cock if even possible.
art nods, tearing his eyes away from your hand wrapped around his cock to look at you. but youâre already looking at him, your hand pulling on a loose curl of his while you smile. art smiles back, just before you pull him closer and press your lips to his.
kissing distracts you, so art takes over. he shifts his cock up into your hand, doing the work for you. he circles his hand around your back and pulls you closer until he can feel your breasts pushing against his arm through your shirt. whatever bra youâre wearing must be thin, because art can feel your nipples poking him.
he means to warn you. he wants to let you know before it happens. but you regain some of your focus and your thumb presses into his tip, and heâs thinking about how you told him he had a pretty dick, and he can feel your tits and suddenly his hips are lifting and cock is twitching and heâs cumming all over your hand and his thighs.
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cw: 18+ mdni content, painal, blood, period sex, pseudo incest, extreme dubcon, degradation but also praise, typical rafe warnings, fem labels, dead dove: DO NOT EAT
thinking about bloody anal with stepbro!rafe bc youâre on your period! he has no problems fucking the shit out of your puffy pussy, but thereâs just something irresitble abour stretching your ass out while watching your cunt bleed. he likes to stare at where the two of you connect, almost treating you more like a pocket pussy than his stepsister. heâs not gentle about it whatsoever, immediately thrusting his tip past your walls and spanking you.
âcâmon, mama, let me in.â he grits out, slapping a hand over your mouth to silence your whines.
on the rare chance that the two of you have the house to ourselves, heâd love to hear you yelp and howl for his dick. but itâs 7 am on a monday morning and he couldnât wait to pounce on you as soon as he saw the pads in the trash can of your shared bathroom. rafe held a finger to his lips when you started waking up to the sound of your bedroom door lock being played with. he knelt on your pink bed and crawled over you, his pupils blown out and his arms tensing in anticipation.
you try to plead with rafe to at least wait until everyone else is asleep. but he doesnât seem to care about the sounds of your blended family moving through the house and his dick barges in any way. all you can do is sob against his hand and let him split you open. rafe pretends he doesnât feel you shake your little ass back on his length, you keep up the charade that you donât love that this is hurting you.
âshh shh, good girl. keep swallowing this dick, alright?â he whispers against your temple, tightening his grip on your face and bullying more inches into your reddening ass.
âthisâll help with the cramps, iâm doinâ my little slut a favor, honey.â
heâs not letting you go so you can clean up for a reason.
he bottoms out with a silent groan, mouthing âFUCK!â into your pillow. you squeal, too tired and overwhelmed to register anything but your stepbrotherâs huge cock inside you. this wasnât how you imagined fucking him again, though youâre ashamed to say you imagined it all. listening to the soft rain pelt your window as rafe caresses your ass, heâs at least giving you enough grace to get yourself together and adjust.
he bites his lip when some of your blood trickles down to touch where your ass is stretched around his dick. more blood follows suit as he starts at a rough pace, and the sight of your matted pubic hair combined with your wide teary eyes could make him cum in the spot.
âitâs okay, itâs okay. just be a good girl, your big brotherâs already claimed this tight fucking ass hole. all you have to do is take it.â he says and tugs your face to his so he can spit on his hand, he canât exactly take his hand off so he can spit in your mouth but he can imagine it. âjust me and not that limp dick boy thatâs been following you around.â
after thrusting for a bit, rafe looks down to see that your blood has frothed around his cock. mixing with your slick (because of course youâre so fucking wet) and the cum he left inside you last night to form a pink ring around the base.
âaw, look sweetie,â he coos, pushing your head down to gaze at his cock pistoning in and out of your soaked pussy. âitâs your favorite color!â
you whimper into his fingers and do your best to nod, wishing that you could reach down and rub your clit. but rafeâs got your wrists in his other hand behind your back, and heâs probably the type that would be all territorial about you touching yourself. you were both so drunk last night off whatever you could find in wardâs cabinet, it was your first time trying alcohol and you went a little overboard. but you both were too fucked up to put a name or expectations to what you have.
rafe surprises you and lets go of your wrists. he digs his now free digits into your clit, flicking the swollen bud in time with his thrusts in your ass. he unintentionally edges you because he keeps bring his hand up to his mouth so he suck the blood off of his fingers.
âhmm, you taste good, sis. sometimes i wish i could bite all over this slutty body and really leave my mark, but thisâll be enough for now, right?â
you donât care about your family making their presence known downstairs, or about the bloody mess rafe is making of you anymore. you always wanted his attention and approval, so you lick the fingers covering your mouth and wiggle your ass back on his dick again. the earth shattering orgasm you later have around him was so intense that heâs almost sad that it wasnât on camera.
the ridiculous hot pink heart shaped plug he shoves inside your abused hole makes for the perfect lockscreen on his phone though.
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cw: improper use of tennis racket, fucked by a tennis racket, dirty disgusting stuff, smut, mdniÂ
art donaldson knew it was gross, it was dirty and disgusting and something about that made him want to do it more. you mean it as a joke when you suggest it for the first time, but artâs chuckle falls short, and thereâs a look in his eyes that says heâs considering it.Â
now he had the end of his racketâs handle running up and down your cunt, even when heâs holding it the opposite way, thereâs a certain skill to the way he wields it, a confidence he always has when playing now being displayed onto your cunt. he licks his lips, watching your wetness collect at the end of his racket.Â
âso wet,â he thinks aloud, âjust for my racket, hm?âÂ
âyeah, yeah,â you speak, breathless, there was something so erotic about him using something he had played a sport with many times, now circling your entrance with it before glancing at your eyes and ever so slowly pushing it in. you gasp, the stretch is unusual, the feeling of the racket entirely new.Â
âthaaaatâs it,â heâs holding back every urge to palm himself through his thin fabriced shorts. âtakinâ it so well.âÂ
heâs moving it into you ever so slowly, stretching your velvet walls. he memorizes how whenever he shifts it to the left, you moan louder, and when he shifts it to the right, you start whimpering. his tongue prods the inside of his cheek when he pulls it back, then thrusts it back into you, pistoning you with the handle of his racket until youâre coating it with your own orgasm.Â
a smirk curves his lips, âitâll my lucky charm.âÂ
so, so disgusting, but itâs not the last time you let him fuck you with the handle of his racket.Â
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cw: 18+ mdni content, painal, blood, period sex, pseudo incest, extreme dubcon, degradation but also praise, typical rafe warnings, fem labels, dead dove: DO NOT EAT
thinking about bloody anal with stepbro!rafe bc youâre on your period! he has no problems fucking the shit out of your puffy pussy, but thereâs just something irresitble abour stretching your ass out while watching your cunt bleed. he likes to stare at where the two of you connect, almost treating you more like a pocket pussy than his stepsister. heâs not gentle about it whatsoever, immediately thrusting his tip past your walls and spanking you.
âcâmon, mama, let me in.â he grits out, slapping a hand over your mouth to silence your whines.
on the rare chance that the two of you have the house to ourselves, heâd love to hear you yelp and howl for his dick. but itâs 7 am on a monday morning and he couldnât wait to pounce on you as soon as he saw the pads in the trash can of your shared bathroom. rafe held a finger to his lips when you started waking up to the sound of your bedroom door lock being played with. he knelt on your pink bed and crawled over you, his pupils blown out and his arms tensing in anticipation.
you try to plead with rafe to at least wait until everyone else is asleep. but he doesnât seem to care about the sounds of your blended family moving through the house and his dick barges in any way. all you can do is sob against his hand and let him split you open. rafe pretends he doesnât feel you shake your little ass back on his length, you keep up the charade that you donât love that this is hurting you.
âshh shh, good girl. keep swallowing this dick, alright?â he whispers against your temple, tightening his grip on your face and bullying more inches into your reddening ass.
âthisâll help with the cramps, iâm doinâ my little slut a favor, honey.â
heâs not letting you go so you can clean up for a reason.
he bottoms out with a silent groan, mouthing âFUCK!â into your pillow. you squeal, too tired and overwhelmed to register anything but your stepbrotherâs huge cock inside you. this wasnât how you imagined fucking him again, though youâre ashamed to say you imagined it all. listening to the soft rain pelt your window as rafe caresses your ass, heâs at least giving you enough grace to get yourself together and adjust.
he bites his lip when some of your blood trickles down to touch where your ass is stretched around his dick. more blood follows suit as he starts at a rough pace, and the sight of your matted pubic hair combined with your wide teary eyes could make him cum in the spot.
âitâs okay, itâs okay. just be a good girl, your big brotherâs already claimed this tight fucking ass hole. all you have to do is take it.â he says and tugs your face to his so he can spit on his hand, he canât exactly take his hand off so he can spit in your mouth but he can imagine it. âjust me and not that limp dick boy thatâs been following you around.â
after thrusting for a bit, rafe looks down to see that your blood has frothed around his cock. mixing with your slick (because of course youâre so fucking wet) and the cum he left inside you last night to form a pink ring around the base.
âaw, look sweetie,â he coos, pushing your head down to gaze at his cock pistoning in and out of your soaked pussy. âitâs your favorite color!â
you whimper into his fingers and do your best to nod, wishing that you could reach down and rub your clit. but rafeâs got your wrists in his other hand behind your back, and heâs probably the type that would be all territorial about you touching yourself. you were both so drunk last night off whatever you could find in wardâs cabinet, it was your first time trying alcohol and you went a little overboard. but you both were too fucked up to put a name or expectations to what you have.
rafe surprises you and lets go of your wrists. he digs his now free digits into your clit, flicking the swollen bud in time with his thrusts in your ass. he unintentionally edges you because he keeps bring his hand up to his mouth so he suck the blood off of his fingers.
âhmm, you taste good, sis. sometimes i wish i could bite all over this slutty body and really leave my mark, but thisâll be enough for now, right?â
you donât care about your family making their presence known downstairs, or about the bloody mess rafe is making of you anymore. you always wanted his attention and approval, so you lick the fingers covering your mouth and wiggle your ass back on his dick again. the earth shattering orgasm you later have around him was so intense that heâs almost sad that it wasnât on camera.
the ridiculous hot pink heart shaped plug he shoves inside your abused hole makes for the perfect lockscreen on his phone though.
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thinking about bloody anal with stepbro!rafe bc youâre on your period! he has no problems fucking the shit out of your puffy pussy, but thereâs just something irresitble abour stretching your ass out while watching your cunt bleed. he likes to stare at where the two of you connect, almost treating you more like a pocket pussy than his stepsister. heâs not gentle about it whatsoever, immediately thrusting his tip past your walls and spanking you.
âcâmon, mama, let me in.â he grits out, slapping a hand over your mouth to silence your whines.
on the rare chance that the two of you have the house to ourselves, heâd love to hear you yelp and howl for his dick. but itâs 7 am on a monday morning and he couldnât wait to pounce on you as soon as he saw the pads in the trash can of your shared bathroom. rafe held a finger to his lips when you started waking up to the sound of your bedroom door lock being played with. he knelt on your pink bed and crawled over you, his pupils blown out and his arms tensing in anticipation.
you try to plead with rafe to at least wait until everyone else is asleep. but he doesnât seem to care about the sounds of your blended family moving through the house and his dick barges in any way. all you can do is sob against his hand and let him split you open. rafe pretends he doesnât feel you shake your little ass back on his length, you keep up the charade that you donât love that this is hurting you.
âshh shh, good girl. keep swallowing this dick, alright?â he whispers against your temple, tightening his grip on your face and bullying more inches into your reddening ass.
âthisâll help with the cramps, iâm doinâ my little slut a favor, honey.â
heâs not letting you go so you can clean up for a reason.
he bottoms out with a silent groan, mouthing âFUCK!â into your pillow. you squeal, too tired and overwhelmed to register anything but your stepbrotherâs huge cock inside you. this wasnât how you imagined fucking him again, though youâre ashamed to say you imagined it all. listening to the soft rain pelt your window as rafe caresses your ass, heâs at least giving you enough grace to get yourself together and adjust.
he bites his lip when some of your blood trickles down to touch where your ass is stretched around his dick. more blood follows suit as he starts at a rough pace, and the sight of your matted pubic hair combined with your wide teary eyes could make him cum in the spot.
âitâs okay, itâs okay. just be a good girl, your big brotherâs already claimed this tight fucking ass hole. all you have to do is take it.â he says and tugs your face to his so he can spit on his hand, he canât exactly take his hand off so he can spit in your mouth but he can imagine it. âjust me and not that limp dick boy thatâs been following you around.â
after thrusting for a bit, rafe looks down to see that your blood has frothed around his cock. mixing with your slick (because of course youâre so fucking wet) and the cum he left inside you last night to form a pink ring around the base.
âaw, look sweetie,â he coos, pushing your head down to gaze at his cock pistoning in and out of your soaked pussy. âitâs your favorite color!â
you whimper into his fingers and do your best to nod, wishing that you could reach down and rub your clit. but rafeâs got your wrists in his other hand behind your back, and heâs probably the type that would be all territorial about you touching yourself. you were both so drunk last night off whatever you could find in wardâs cabinet, it was your first time trying alcohol and you went a little overboard. but you both were too fucked up to put a name or expectations to what you have.
rafe surprises you and lets go of your wrists. he digs his now free digits into your clit, flicking the swollen bud in time with his thrusts in your ass. he unintentionally edges you because he keeps bring his hand up to his mouth so he suck the blood off of his fingers.
âhmm, you taste good, sis. sometimes i wish i could bite all over this slutty body and really leave my mark, but thisâll be enough for now, right?â
you donât care about your family making their presence known downstairs, or about the bloody mess rafe is making of you anymore. you always wanted his attention and approval, so you lick the fingers covering your mouth and wiggle your ass back on his dick again. the earth shattering orgasm you later have around him was so intense that heâs almost sad that it wasnât on camera.
the ridiculous hot pink heart shaped plug he shoves inside your abused hole makes for the perfect lockscreen on his phone though.
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cw: afab reader, suggestive content (18+ mdni): strap mentions and implied cunnilingus, ooc soft!tashi (she cares about you more than tennis), donât think too hard about this
you hum and stir the shrimp, trying to remember how long you need to cook them for. you think the recipe said 4 minutes, so you shrug and hope for the best.
the giant flatscreen tv in your living room drones on in the background, youâre just waiting for tashiâs taped interview. her match already ended, youâre still heartbroken that you couldnât be there but you cheered her on from your brand new sectional.
âyeah, my partner has been such a huge supporter. Iâm so grateful to have them, and all my fans.â she says, blowing a kiss towards the camera.
itâs a run of the mill media response, but it gives you butterflies nonetheless.
you smile down at the sizzling shrimp like an idiot, taking it out and arranging them on the two bowls of rice on the table.
your legs are still sore and it takes everything in you to make it to your chair in one piece. tashi likes to joke that fucking you with her strap is all the work out she needs, that and smothering your face with her pussy. she didnât keep you up as late last night, knowing that she had to be back on an emergency flight soon.
âhey, babe, what are you watching?â she teases as she peeks around the corner, having changed out of her airport clothes into sweats.
you grin and tilt your head up for a kiss, âmy gorgeous wifeâs interview, obviously.â
she rolls her eyes fondly, giving you your kiss. itâs slow and drawn out, her trip wasnât long enough to call for a messy fight with teeth. plus, all the âhome videosâ tashi keeps on her phone are the perfect solution to be away from each other and horny.
âweâre not even married yet, stupid.â
âand what if I said that I'm pregnant with your baby?â
tashi gives you the most loving âwhat the fuck are you high onâ look, âthen iâd say that iâm suprised it took this long.â
âso no shotgun wedding?â you pout, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing.
âdonât act like you donât want a big wedding, you big baby.â she grins and pecks the tip of your nose.
you beam back at her and shrug, pulling her by the wrists to come sit down at the table next to you. youâre still so awestruck by the fact that youâre living in a multi million dollar home with your superstar fiancĂŠ.
the shrimp and rice is devoured with numerous compliments to the chef. tashi takes her sweet time wiping her (and your) face clean and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. you canât help but let your eyes fall to her ass as she walks away.
ânice ass, Tashâ â you say as you come up behind her and wind your arms around her torso.
you take a moment to sway in the kitchen, absorbing the faint traces of shower water and left over sweat under her orange and jasmine perfume.
âyours is nicer.â she hums, grinding back against you in languid circles.
âif you say so.â
âi do say so.â
your underwear is cutting it close to getting damp, sue you for being weak for your beautiful woman. the teasing rhythm doesnât even phase you, you slide your fingers along the soft fabric covering her hips and pull her closer. it doesnât escalate into frenzied dry humping, the warmth and unhurried friction of her ass cheeks against your mound is intoixcating enough.
you do her a favor and close the dishwasher. she casts a look over her shoulder, challenging you to make a move. you smirk and pick her up by her thighs, pushing her to jump up on the counter.
tashi lays down with the most smug smile a person could possibly wear, âyou just cleaned the counters, baby, you better not make a mess.â
you stick your tongue out, pulling her pants down and getting close enough to tear her panties off with your teeth. she spreads her legs, giving you a clear view of her pussy. you gently blow air onto her clit and she sighs, rolling her shoulders back.
âyeah yeah, tashâ. iâll get it all in my mouth this time, i swearâ.
because you know if you do, sheâll be taking YOUR strap.
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cw: afab reader, voyeurism, tashi and you make out while you get pounded, weird amalgamation of dehumanization/objectification/pet play, subby!art coded, spit roasting at the end, slight overstimulation, bizarre orgy vibes, mean dom!tashi to everyone but you <3, implied breeding/creampie kink, canon typical mind games, tashi sits in the cuck chair /j, implied romantic feelings but no mention of established romantic relationships, slight mxm, clit stimulation, one use of âmommyâ
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âRound 4 will be the last one, alright? Get ready, baby.â
You take deep breaths, clutching onto Patrickâs wrist. You lock eyes with Tashi, feeling syrupy sweet deep in your gut. She grins and unbuttons the top buttons of her shirt, leaving you three to your own devices for now.
The stretch of Patrickâs cock stings and burns a little but Art nipping at your hip bones helps distract you. Patrick pants against the nape of your neck, you feel so divinely tight he thinks heâs died and gone to heaven.
He keeps his voice low so Tashi canât hear him, âFuck-you feel incredible, iâd kill for this pussy, you know that.â
âHook your arm around their neck, good boy.â Tashi instructs Patrick, leaning back in the hotel chair and palming her pussy at the sight in front of her.
âYes, maâam.â He swiftly calls back, acting like he hadnât said anything to you at all.
Patrick has you in a headlock, pummeling his cock in and out of your pussy with reckless abandon. Art is beneath the two of you, suckling on your clit like itâs a nipple heâs trying to get milk out of. He licks where youâre stretched around Patrick, drawing groans from you both and a chuckle from Tashi.
âBe a good dog and lap them up, okay? Iâd hate to have to take away your toy privileges.â She sneers, sliding her damp underwear to the side and stroking her slit.
The âtoyâ in the equation isn't you.
Youâre dead to the world, eyes bulging out of their sockets and nails trying to rip the white sheet to shreds. Your head and tits rock back and forth with Patrickâs thrusts, already on the brink of your fourth orgasm. You try to scream that you canât take anymore, but you wanna make Tashi proud so you shut up.
â âs so goodâŚâ Art hums into your mound, pecking little kisses onto it here and there.
His sounds are muffled but the vibrations send your eyes to the back of your head. The chair in the corner of the room creaks as Tashi gets up, and the second you lift your head and open your eyes, sheâs smiling down at you with all the warmth she doesnât give the men pleasing you. This isnât about them, it never was.
âPatrickâs so big, Tashi-heâs unggggh-heâs gonna kill me!â You whine, desperately pawing at her clothed breasts.
She coos and pulls her blouse up, bringing your hands to cup her tits and keeping them there, âBaby you know heâs not, this pussy can take a beating. Iâd only give you the best toys.â
You nod wordlessly, pouting your lips. She gets the message and claims your lips in a searing kiss, luxuriating in the slick slide of your lips. She loves to make it messy, getting spit all over your mouths and letting it drip on the bed.
Art mewls and flicks your clit, trying to get your attention. You feel bad and try to pull away from Tashi, but she yanks you back into the kiss and bites your lip as a punishment. You hiccup into her mouth, startled when Patrick starts jackhammering into you.
Tashi typically has them alternate, but Art prefere to bury his face between your thighs and Patricks likes to play with fire by cumming inside your sore cunt. He doesnât speak as much as Art does, but sometimes he holds Tashi stare as you two make out. Theyâll have to retire from Tashiâs âemploymentâ eventually, and theyâll be taking you with them when they do. All games of keep away end.
Patrick traces letters and shapes on the glistening skin of your sweaty back, sloppy hearts and â I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U â s.
You gasp and wrench yourself back to breathe. Art flattens his tongue and licks broad stripes over your labia. He nuzzles his nose into you, stopping to pant and take in your smell. He may be delusional, but heâs convinced that every part of you is so sweet. He honest to God canât get enough, heâd lie in a puddle at your feet if you wanted him too.
Sometimes you feel torn when you fall into bed with your lovers. Youâre too soft to be like Tashi, but that exact softness is exactly why you canât handle being away from her for too long. Maybe youâve fallen under her spell just like all the rest, but she puts her career on the line to prove how special you are.
Patrick pulls you up to rest your back against your chest. You let your head fall onto his shoulder and you moan when he adjusts the angle of his thrusts to rub against your cervix repeatedly. He wasnât like this when the evening started, Patrick only roughens you up when youâve been thoroughly run through and can take it with a dopey smile and glazed eyes.
âKeep going, itâs okay- want it-want you.â You cry out to Patrick, reaching down to caress his hip.
He smiles and licks your cheek, complying with your request.
Art grins up at you with his eyes, mouthing âThatâs my angel, only for us.â into the flesh of your inner thigh. He moves to Patrick balls and takes them into his mouth, bobbing them up and down with his tongue. Patrick moans as Art laves his balls in saliva. Art lets them fall out of his mouth, curling his tongue around the inches peeking out of your pussy and hollowing his cheeks out.
âShit! Stop, âm gonna cum!â Patrick hisses through his teeth.
He either empties another load into you or he just refuses to cum if your pussyâs not available, period.
âTheyâre so hungry for it, arenât they? Well, can he? Can our dog cum inside you, baby?â Tashi tsks, cupping your cheeks and bringing your attention back to her.
âYes, yes, yes! He can cum inside-please let him cum inside mommy-i need it so bad-wanna be stuffed full with it!â You whimper and arch your back, jutting your tits out.
Tashi laughs and leans down to suck one of your pert nipples into her mouth, bouncing your other breast in her hand. Tears spill from your waterline down to her freshly manicured nails. Art has since gone back to sucking the life out of your clit, and the little wink he sends you doesnât help you hold back your impending orgasm.
Patrick thrusts a few more times and then youâre cumming in sync. You go brain dead and your body locks up in his arms. Youâre out of it for a good few minutes, and when you have full awareness again you see Art kneeling in front of you. He holds his dick out for you to gawk at, slowly pumping himself for your amusement.
Patrick hasnât pulled out of your pussy but he doesnât fuck you again, he jostles his hips to find the most comfortable position for his softening cock to plug you up.
âThank you, sweetheart.â He huffs and pushes you back down on all fours.
âYou need your mouth taken care of too.â Art whines and squeezes his cock around the base, beckoning you closer with a âcome hitherâ gesture.
Said man is tenderly and carefully bundling up your hair in his arm and casting it aside, giving him ample space on your back to pet. He rubs the pink tip of his cock along your jawline, he gives you a fresh coat of lip gloss via his precum as he slaps your plump lips with his cockhead.
âItâs kinda like sucking off a dildo attached to a mirror, donât think too hard about it.â Tashi tells you, crouching down to suck the small divot in your back.
She sits back in the cheap black hotel chair, shrugging her blouse off and pinching her nipples.
You moan at the first taste of Artâs cock, longer than Patrickâs but with less heft to it. You peer out of the corner of your eye to see if Tashiâs still watching, and you feel silly when you realize that she always is.
âDoing good, baby, keep it up.â
But thatâs the thing, theyâre all watching you now. Itâs not hard to be a pathetic bottom that needs to be coddled and tended to at all times. Itâs never difficult to stroke the fire in someoneâs ego, youâve had an easier job of that than anything else.
You saw them all together on the court, you were there for lessons that didnât work out. Who knows how long ago, it feels like a lifetime, but all it took was one look to recognize what was destined to be yours. You couldnât give less of a fuck about Tennis in actuality, but you sure do love the players.
They all have hearts in their eyes as they watch you. Art with his dick deep down your throat, his legs are trembling as he tries to stop himself from fucking your face. Patrick, still making a forever home for himself in your guts, his eyes are so dark you have to repress a shiver. And Tashi, knuckles deep in her pussy, finger fucking herself to the pretty little show her baby puts on with their toys.
When the boys are asleep, youâll bounce on her ribbed strap until you shatter all over again.
Now, Is it cheating to win a game when people donât realize that you're playing?
- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or put my works into ai
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cw: afab reader, suggestive content (18+ mdni): strap mentions and implied cunnilingus, ooc soft!tashi (she cares about you more than tennis), donât think too hard about this
you hum and stir the shrimp, trying to remember how long you need to cook them for. you think the recipe said 4 minutes, so you shrug and hope for the best.
the giant flatscreen tv in your living room drones on in the background, youâre just waiting for tashiâs taped interview. her match already ended, youâre still heartbroken that you couldnât be there but you cheered her on from your brand new sectional.
âyeah, my partner has been such a huge supporter. Iâm so grateful to have them, and all my fans.â she says, blowing a kiss towards the camera.
itâs a run of the mill media response, but it gives you butterflies nonetheless.
you smile down at the sizzling shrimp like an idiot, taking it out and arranging them on the two bowls of rice on the table.
your legs are still sore and it takes everything in you to make it to your chair in one piece. tashi likes to joke that fucking you with her strap is all the work out she needs, that and smothering your face with her pussy. she didnât keep you up as late last night, knowing that she had to be back on an emergency flight soon.
âhey, babe, what are you watching?â she teases as she peeks around the corner, having changed out of her airport clothes into sweats.
you grin and tilt your head up for a kiss, âmy gorgeous wifeâs interview, obviously.â
she rolls her eyes fondly, giving you your kiss. itâs slow and drawn out, her trip wasnât long enough to call for a messy fight with teeth. plus, all the âhome videosâ tashi keeps on her phone are the perfect solution to be away from each other and horny.
âweâre not even married yet, stupid.â
âand what if I said that I'm pregnant with your baby?â
tashi gives you the most loving âwhat the fuck are you high onâ look, âthen iâd say that iâm suprised it took this long.â
âso no shotgun wedding?â you pout, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing.
âdonât act like you donât want a big wedding, you big baby.â she grins and pecks the tip of your nose.
you beam back at her and shrug, pulling her by the wrists to come sit down at the table next to you. youâre still so awestruck by the fact that youâre living in a multi million dollar home with your superstar fiancĂŠ.
the shrimp and rice is devoured with numerous compliments to the chef. tashi takes her sweet time wiping her (and your) face clean and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. you canât help but let your eyes fall to her ass as she walks away.
ânice ass, Tashâ â you say as you come up behind her and wind your arms around her torso.
you take a moment to sway in the kitchen, absorbing the faint traces of shower water and left over sweat under her orange and jasmine perfume.
âyours is nicer.â she hums, grinding back against you in languid circles.
âif you say so.â
âi do say so.â
your underwear is cutting it close to getting damp, sue you for being weak for your beautiful woman. the teasing rhythm doesnât even phase you, you slide your fingers along the soft fabric covering her hips and pull her closer. it doesnât escalate into frenzied dry humping, the warmth and unhurried friction of her ass cheeks against your mound is intoixcating enough.
you do her a favor and close the dishwasher. she casts a look over her shoulder, challenging you to make a move. you smirk and pick her up by her thighs, pushing her to jump up on the counter.
tashi lays down with the most smug smile a person could possibly wear, âyou just cleaned the counters, baby, you better not make a mess.â
you stick your tongue out, pulling her pants down and getting close enough to tear her panties off with your teeth. she spreads her legs, giving you a clear view of her pussy. you gently blow air onto her clit and she sighs, rolling her shoulders back.
âyeah yeah, tashâ. iâll get it all in my mouth this time, i swearâ.
because you know if you do, sheâll be taking YOUR strap.
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cw: afab reader, voyeurism, tashi and you make out while you get pounded, weird amalgamation of dehumanization/objectification/pet play, subby!art coded, spit roasting at the end, slight overstimulation, bizarre orgy vibes, mean dom!tashi to everyone but you <3, implied breeding/creampie kink, canon typical mind games, tashi sits in the cuck chair /j, implied romantic feelings but no mention of established romantic relationships, slight mxm, clit stimulation, one use of âmommyâ
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âRound 4 will be the last one, alright? Get ready, baby.â
You take deep breaths, clutching onto Patrickâs wrist. You lock eyes with Tashi, feeling syrupy sweet deep in your gut. She grins and unbuttons the top buttons of her shirt, leaving you three to your own devices for now.
The stretch of Patrickâs cock stings and burns a little but Art nipping at your hip bones helps distract you. Patrick pants against the nape of your neck, you feel so divinely tight he thinks heâs died and gone to heaven.
He keeps his voice low so Tashi canât hear him, âFuck-you feel incredible, iâd kill for this pussy, you know that.â
âHook your arm around their neck, good boy.â Tashi instructs Patrick, leaning back in the hotel chair and palming her pussy at the sight in front of her.
âYes, maâam.â He swiftly calls back, acting like he hadnât said anything to you at all.
Patrick has you in a headlock, pummeling his cock in and out of your pussy with reckless abandon. Art is beneath the two of you, suckling on your clit like itâs a nipple heâs trying to get milk out of. He licks where youâre stretched around Patrick, drawing groans from you both and a chuckle from Tashi.
âBe a good dog and lap them up, okay? Iâd hate to have to take away your toy privileges.â She sneers, sliding her damp underwear to the side and stroking her slit.
The âtoyâ in the equation isn't you.
Youâre dead to the world, eyes bulging out of their sockets and nails trying to rip the white sheet to shreds. Your head and tits rock back and forth with Patrickâs thrusts, already on the brink of your fourth orgasm. You try to scream that you canât take anymore, but you wanna make Tashi proud so you shut up.
â âs so goodâŚâ Art hums into your mound, pecking little kisses onto it here and there.
His sounds are muffled but the vibrations send your eyes to the back of your head. The chair in the corner of the room creaks as Tashi gets up, and the second you lift your head and open your eyes, sheâs smiling down at you with all the warmth she doesnât give the men pleasing you. This isnât about them, it never was.
âPatrickâs so big, Tashi-heâs unggggh-heâs gonna kill me!â You whine, desperately pawing at her clothed breasts.
She coos and pulls her blouse up, bringing your hands to cup her tits and keeping them there, âBaby you know heâs not, this pussy can take a beating. Iâd only give you the best toys.â
You nod wordlessly, pouting your lips. She gets the message and claims your lips in a searing kiss, luxuriating in the slick slide of your lips. She loves to make it messy, getting spit all over your mouths and letting it drip on the bed.
Art mewls and flicks your clit, trying to get your attention. You feel bad and try to pull away from Tashi, but she yanks you back into the kiss and bites your lip as a punishment. You hiccup into her mouth, startled when Patrick starts jackhammering into you.
Tashi typically has them alternate, but Art prefere to bury his face between your thighs and Patricks likes to play with fire by cumming inside your sore cunt. He doesnât speak as much as Art does, but sometimes he holds Tashi stare as you two make out. Theyâll have to retire from Tashiâs âemploymentâ eventually, and theyâll be taking you with them when they do. All games of keep away end.
Patrick traces letters and shapes on the glistening skin of your sweaty back, sloppy hearts and â I - L - O - V - E - Y - O - U â s.
You gasp and wrench yourself back to breathe. Art flattens his tongue and licks broad stripes over your labia. He nuzzles his nose into you, stopping to pant and take in your smell. He may be delusional, but heâs convinced that every part of you is so sweet. He honest to God canât get enough, heâd lie in a puddle at your feet if you wanted him too.
Sometimes you feel torn when you fall into bed with your lovers. Youâre too soft to be like Tashi, but that exact softness is exactly why you canât handle being away from her for too long. Maybe youâve fallen under her spell just like all the rest, but she puts her career on the line to prove how special you are.
Patrick pulls you up to rest your back against your chest. You let your head fall onto his shoulder and you moan when he adjusts the angle of his thrusts to rub against your cervix repeatedly. He wasnât like this when the evening started, Patrick only roughens you up when youâve been thoroughly run through and can take it with a dopey smile and glazed eyes.
âKeep going, itâs okay- want it-want you.â You cry out to Patrick, reaching down to caress his hip.
He smiles and licks your cheek, complying with your request.
Art grins up at you with his eyes, mouthing âThatâs my angel, only for us.â into the flesh of your inner thigh. He moves to Patrick balls and takes them into his mouth, bobbing them up and down with his tongue. Patrick moans as Art laves his balls in saliva. Art lets them fall out of his mouth, curling his tongue around the inches peeking out of your pussy and hollowing his cheeks out.
âShit! Stop, âm gonna cum!â Patrick hisses through his teeth.
He either empties another load into you or he just refuses to cum if your pussyâs not available, period.
âTheyâre so hungry for it, arenât they? Well, can he? Can our dog cum inside you, baby?â Tashi tsks, cupping your cheeks and bringing your attention back to her.
âYes, yes, yes! He can cum inside-please let him cum inside mommy-i need it so bad-wanna be stuffed full with it!â You whimper and arch your back, jutting your tits out.
Tashi laughs and leans down to suck one of your pert nipples into her mouth, bouncing your other breast in her hand. Tears spill from your waterline down to her freshly manicured nails. Art has since gone back to sucking the life out of your clit, and the little wink he sends you doesnât help you hold back your impending orgasm.
Patrick thrusts a few more times and then youâre cumming in sync. You go brain dead and your body locks up in his arms. Youâre out of it for a good few minutes, and when you have full awareness again you see Art kneeling in front of you. He holds his dick out for you to gawk at, slowly pumping himself for your amusement.
Patrick hasnât pulled out of your pussy but he doesnât fuck you again, he jostles his hips to find the most comfortable position for his softening cock to plug you up.
âThank you, sweetheart.â He huffs and pushes you back down on all fours.
âYou need your mouth taken care of too.â Art whines and squeezes his cock around the base, beckoning you closer with a âcome hitherâ gesture.
Said man is tenderly and carefully bundling up your hair in his arm and casting it aside, giving him ample space on your back to pet. He rubs the pink tip of his cock along your jawline, he gives you a fresh coat of lip gloss via his precum as he slaps your plump lips with his cockhead.
âItâs kinda like sucking off a dildo attached to a mirror, donât think too hard about it.â Tashi tells you, crouching down to suck the small divot in your back.
She sits back in the cheap black hotel chair, shrugging her blouse off and pinching her nipples.
You moan at the first taste of Artâs cock, longer than Patrickâs but with less heft to it. You peer out of the corner of your eye to see if Tashiâs still watching, and you feel silly when you realize that she always is.
âDoing good, baby, keep it up.â
But thatâs the thing, theyâre all watching you now. Itâs not hard to be a pathetic bottom that needs to be coddled and tended to at all times. Itâs never difficult to stroke the fire in someoneâs ego, youâve had an easier job of that than anything else.
You saw them all together on the court, you were there for lessons that didnât work out. Who knows how long ago, it feels like a lifetime, but all it took was one look to recognize what was destined to be yours. You couldnât give less of a fuck about Tennis in actuality, but you sure do love the players.
They all have hearts in their eyes as they watch you. Art with his dick deep down your throat, his legs are trembling as he tries to stop himself from fucking your face. Patrick, still making a forever home for himself in your guts, his eyes are so dark you have to repress a shiver. And Tashi, knuckles deep in her pussy, finger fucking herself to the pretty little show her baby puts on with their toys.
When the boys are asleep, youâll bounce on her ribbed strap until you shatter all over again.
Now, Is it cheating to win a game when people donât realize that you're playing?
- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or put my works into ai
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