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Back to thinking about Faust and his horror kink so reader beware you’re in for a scare

CW- Cockwarming, gore, kinda non-con if you squint maybe (he’s forcing you to stay past limits so??):

horror games. That would be such a fun step in his little corruption arc. Started with movies, maybe even got him hooked on some of the gore anime’s. He keeps needing to go worse and worse of course. But games. Showing him the level of control the player has to what happens (he doesn’t need to know about predetermined events anyway)

Cockwarming him while playing a game. His hands resting on your hips excited to see what this “game” would entail. Sure you’re at first just answering technology questions he would want to know about what’s happening. But that gets side tracked real fast the first time anything of substance happens. He’d love to feel you clench around him as you get jumpscared. Sliding back down as you catch your breath. Maybe he even thrusts back up just to see you gasp. Even better is once you get through to gorey games and he starts to push for more and more nights with them.

Starting off less gore more gameplay just so he can get his natural curiosity out (personally resident evil I think works for that) and then let him choose out if a list of gorey games. Start letting him choose things you do so he has a bit of control over it, over you. Delving into more and more obscure indie games that get more and more depraved over the course of the year. He’s just testing your limits afterall. Who cares if you start to feel ill? Maybe you found your limit a while ago but what if you just pushed it a little bit for him? I mean don’t you feel how hard he is inside you as you play? Don’t worry about that feeling making you ill, the shaking it’s causing he thinks it makes you feel even better around him. And I mean really it’s just a game. He can only go so far right?

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trouble at red army headquarters

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If you don’t are you even friends..?

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

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Taking him to our shared bedroom right now

Part TWO of what I think is 12 of the smut prompt wheel. We've got the man I hate the most. BUT BC OF THAT I THINK YOU GUYS DONT LIKE ASKING FOR HIM

I actually LOVE writing smut for Arthur even tho I think he's hella vanilla and relies on a strong dick game. Man is also a cuck. BUT THATS NONE OF WHAT THIS IS ALRIGHT. But yeah, send me some Arthur some time. I actually like writing smut of the poor meow meow

Here's yaoi hand man

Prompt: him using toys on you-

"Love, I said I needed some time alone."

"Hmm, well I want attention."

You rest your chin on top of his head as he sits at his desk. He's been working, no, trying to work on something. He's been stuck for a while and before that has barely taken a break.

If he won't take a break, then you might as well force him to.

"I'm serious," he leans forward to start writing again.

"And so am I," you grab his shoulders and pull him back.

Arthur groans. He's not finding your cute teasing laughter appealing right now.

"I just need a few more hours-"

"Fiiine," you sigh loudly and dramatically. You start dragging your feet to the door. "I'll see if anyone else cares that I'm not wearing underwear. Theo said something about-whoa!"

Suddenly your arm got pulled back and you're in Arthur's arms. Holding your arm to stay in place he grabbed your jaw to have you look up at him.

You give him a playful smirk. "Someone is interested," you tease.

"You're being a brat," he squishes your cheeks with his hand.

"Who? Me? I could- ohhh!"

The hair at the nape of your neck was tugged and you couldn't help but moan.

You press your body against him the best you can, practically humping him as you stand. "Maybe you should give your toys more attention," you purr and with your free hand, loop your finger around his belt loop, keeping him close to you.

What could you say, you're horny. You get a little rowdy when it gets this bad.

He lets your arm go and quickly pulls up your skirt. You were right, you aren't wearing any underwear.

"You're so naughty," he smirks and two fingers thrust into you with no warning. If it wasn't for his hold on your hair you might have fallen with the way your knees buckled.

"Maybe my toy does need attention," he has you walk backwards. Fingers staying knuckle deep until he pushes you on the bed

He quickly gets his clothes as you wrestle to get yours off. He's on top of you, kissing you roughly the moment he's finished.

As you move farther onto the bed, he crawls after you, never leaving your lips until his fingers thrust into you again. Once your lips part, his free hand wrapped around your neck, pushing you down onto the bed.

Your moans don't stop. He makes sure to get between your legs so that you can't close them as his fingers thrust into you harder.

Your body squirms, your hips buck up, your hands dig into the sheets under you. You start whining. It feels so good but it's not what you want.

"Ar-Arthur!" your legs try closing as his fingering gets rougher.

With all the force and strength he's using, he suddenly stops, staying knuckle deep. You look up at him, panting. You didn't get the cum but his fingers so wonders.

However.

You still feel bratty. You aren't satisfied just yet. Your whole face changes. You go from a panting messy submissive, to a cocky brat with a smirk.

"Is that all you got?"

Arthur frowns, clearly upset at the teasing. "You want to be a brat? I'll treat you like a brat."

He smirks as he sits on your lap. Leaning over he grabs his ascot on his night stands and grabs each of your arms to tie them, then tying them to the headboard.

Once he is done he gets off of you and starts going through his dresser. When you look over you can tell what drawer it is. The drawer with all the toys in it.

"I think I'm going to have to gag you for this one," he chuckles and walks over holding a vibrator you haven't seen before.

Just by looking, you swear it's bigger than him, at least thicker. By seeing your eyes go wide he can tell you're a little nervous.

"No worries, love. I'll make sure it fits."

You start squirming again as he gets back on the bed.

"No no! I'm sorry! I'll behave! I want you!"

"Brats don't get rewarded, silly," he chuckles, sounded light hearted. "But it is ribbed so you should enjoy that."

He gets your legs spread open once again and starts sliding the vibrator into you. You pull on the fabric around your hands and moan.

"Arthur!" The two fingers he used couldn't have prepped you for this, but that's partially why it felt so good.

Your hips lift off the bed again as he slides it in as far as it will go.

There's still a good amount of it sticking out and he gives it a few pushes, having it hit your cervix. Each time you let out a pitiful whine.

"Now don't get too used to this," he turns it on all the way.

"Ohhh!" Your body squirms more.

Arthur sits back and smirks, watching his brat be reduced to a moaning mess. "Breaking toys is so much fun."

He gets up and your legs immediately close, rubbing together, and lifting your hips off the bed.

"Can't have that," he tsks and grabs rope from the same drawer in his dresser. Making a semi loose knot around each of your ankles, then tying them to each to the posts at the foot of the bed.

"Ar-Arthur!" you keep squirming, but he's gotten insanely good at knots.

He leans over you, and presses the vibrator into you again, making sure it didn't push out any.

"Yes, love?"

He has that shit eating grin on his face.

"Ung-ohhh! Ahh ahh!" the vibrator being pushed again and again gets you seeing stars.

"That's what I thought," he pushes hair out of your face and stands back up, going back to his desk, not bothering to put his clothes back on.

"Maybe once I have this finished, you'll have learned your lesson."

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LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT THNX KAT!! <3

Part TWO of what I think is 12 of the smut prompt wheel. We've got the man I hate the most. BUT BC OF THAT I THINK YOU GUYS DONT LIKE ASKING FOR HIM

I actually LOVE writing smut for Arthur even tho I think he's hella vanilla and relies on a strong dick game. Man is also a cuck. BUT THATS NONE OF WHAT THIS IS ALRIGHT. But yeah, send me some Arthur some time. I actually like writing smut of the poor meow meow

Here's yaoi hand man

Prompt: him using toys on you-

"Love, I said I needed some time alone."

"Hmm, well I want attention."

You rest your chin on top of his head as he sits at his desk. He's been working, no, trying to work on something. He's been stuck for a while and before that has barely taken a break.

If he won't take a break, then you might as well force him to.

"I'm serious," he leans forward to start writing again.

"And so am I," you grab his shoulders and pull him back.

Arthur groans. He's not finding your cute teasing laughter appealing right now.

"I just need a few more hours-"

"Fiiine," you sigh loudly and dramatically. You start dragging your feet to the door. "I'll see if anyone else cares that I'm not wearing underwear. Theo said something about-whoa!"

Suddenly your arm got pulled back and you're in Arthur's arms. Holding your arm to stay in place he grabbed your jaw to have you look up at him.

You give him a playful smirk. "Someone is interested," you tease.

"You're being a brat," he squishes your cheeks with his hand.

"Who? Me? I could- ohhh!"

The hair at the nape of your neck was tugged and you couldn't help but moan.

You press your body against him the best you can, practically humping him as you stand. "Maybe you should give your toys more attention," you purr and with your free hand, loop your finger around his belt loop, keeping him close to you.

What could you say, you're horny. You get a little rowdy when it gets this bad.

He lets your arm go and quickly pulls up your skirt. You were right, you aren't wearing any underwear.

"You're so naughty," he smirks and two fingers thrust into you with no warning. If it wasn't for his hold on your hair you might have fallen with the way your knees buckled.

"Maybe my toy does need attention," he has you walk backwards. Fingers staying knuckle deep until he pushes you on the bed

He quickly gets his clothes as you wrestle to get yours off. He's on top of you, kissing you roughly the moment he's finished.

As you move farther onto the bed, he crawls after you, never leaving your lips until his fingers thrust into you again. Once your lips part, his free hand wrapped around your neck, pushing you down onto the bed.

Your moans don't stop. He makes sure to get between your legs so that you can't close them as his fingers thrust into you harder.

Your body squirms, your hips buck up, your hands dig into the sheets under you. You start whining. It feels so good but it's not what you want.

"Ar-Arthur!" your legs try closing as his fingering gets rougher.

With all the force and strength he's using, he suddenly stops, staying knuckle deep. You look up at him, panting. You didn't get the cum but his fingers so wonders.

However.

You still feel bratty. You aren't satisfied just yet. Your whole face changes. You go from a panting messy submissive, to a cocky brat with a smirk.

"Is that all you got?"

Arthur frowns, clearly upset at the teasing. "You want to be a brat? I'll treat you like a brat."

He smirks as he sits on your lap. Leaning over he grabs his ascot on his night stands and grabs each of your arms to tie them, then tying them to the headboard.

Once he is done he gets off of you and starts going through his dresser. When you look over you can tell what drawer it is. The drawer with all the toys in it.

"I think I'm going to have to gag you for this one," he chuckles and walks over holding a vibrator you haven't seen before.

Just by looking, you swear it's bigger than him, at least thicker. By seeing your eyes go wide he can tell you're a little nervous.

"No worries, love. I'll make sure it fits."

You start squirming again as he gets back on the bed.

"No no! I'm sorry! I'll behave! I want you!"

"Brats don't get rewarded, silly," he chuckles, sounded light hearted. "But it is ribbed so you should enjoy that."

He gets your legs spread open once again and starts sliding the vibrator into you. You pull on the fabric around your hands and moan.

"Arthur!" The two fingers he used couldn't have prepped you for this, but that's partially why it felt so good.

Your hips lift off the bed again as he slides it in as far as it will go.

There's still a good amount of it sticking out and he gives it a few pushes, having it hit your cervix. Each time you let out a pitiful whine.

"Now don't get too used to this," he turns it on all the way.

"Ohhh!" Your body squirms more.

Arthur sits back and smirks, watching his brat be reduced to a moaning mess. "Breaking toys is so much fun."

He gets up and your legs immediately close, rubbing together, and lifting your hips off the bed.

"Can't have that," he tsks and grabs rope from the same drawer in his dresser. Making a semi loose knot around each of your ankles, then tying them to each to the posts at the foot of the bed.

"Ar-Arthur!" you keep squirming, but he's gotten insanely good at knots.

He leans over you, and presses the vibrator into you again, making sure it didn't push out any.

"Yes, love?"

He has that shit eating grin on his face.

"Ung-ohhh! Ahh ahh!" the vibrator being pushed again and again gets you seeing stars.

"That's what I thought," he pushes hair out of your face and stands back up, going back to his desk, not bothering to put his clothes back on.

"Maybe once I have this finished, you'll have learned your lesson."

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Can we please get a similar one of the arthur x self harm reader with maybe Shakespeare or comte (you choose)

I HAVE NO CLUE WHY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. I think it sorta got lost in my inbox.

If you want to read the Arthur one is right here

ANYWAY!!! As I say with all of these depressing fics.. I HIGHLY APPRECIATE INTERACTION BUT UNDERSTAND IF YOU CANNOT. THESE FICS CAN BE TRIGGERING BC THEY DEAL WITH SELF HARM AND SUICIDAL ACTIONS

YOU'VE BEEN WARNED BUT IF YOU INTERACT I HIGHLY APPRECIATE IT

Also. This is going to be for Will. I will possibly do Comte a later time. I'm just not too in great at writing him

You lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling. Tears streaming down your face. You have locked yourself in the spare bedroom and now you are pondering. Overthinking.

This is never good. You say you have nothing to keep you busy but this is because you have no motivation to do anything to keep you busy. So you lay there and think. And think. And think.

You're spiraling. You and Will are far too similar. Putting on different masks, hiding who you really are. Hiding how you really feel. You're both good at it. A little too good.

The moment you turn the lock on that door your demeanor changes. One mask to another. Unlocked? You're happy and smiling and saying what you need to say so that no one suspects nothing.

But locked? The facade leaves. Your face drops and so do the tears. Your will to do anything evaporates.

You wish you could lower the mask when the door was unlocked, show Will that you hurt. Show him that you need help. But then you wouldn't be strong. What would he think of you?

He's the one that leaves and works at the theater all day. You have no real issues. What do you have to complain about? So you put the mask back on.

But now you lay here. You found more than just wine in the villa and decided to drink it. Drink it all. You thought if you drank enough that you could just go numb and fall asleep. Forget this even happened and wake up like normal when Will got home.

To feel something other than a heavy weight on your shoulders. Something that wasn't numb. Or feeling like a disgrace. He deserves better than you. Why would he keep you around? It can't possibly be your looks or your charm. He must feel bad for you.

He could drain you of all your body and you would only thank him. But you did that for him already. The alcohol was for more than just getting a little drunk. You simply hoped you would pass out. But since you didn't you grabbed a knife.

The empty bottle is on the floor. The knife is in your hand. But your hand? Lifeless on the bed next to you. The bed is soaking up your blood and you just feel dizzier and dizzier. Was it the alcohol? The loss of blood? You have no clue how deep you went, but the alcohol thinned your blood so there must be a decent amount.

Your eyes flutter. Feeling heavier and heavier. Until they close.

Oddly enough Will came home early that day. He wanted to come home and have lunch with you. He's been so busy and he feels bad that he hasn't made much time for you.

"Darling, I am home," he sounds so happy to be back early. But he gets no response. "Darling?" He starts walking through the villa looking for you.

"Has she went out?" He checks the main room, the kitchen, the bedroom. Nothing. But then notices the spare room door was closed.

They never kept it closed. He goes over and tries to open it, but it's locked.

"Odd," he tries to open it again. He was confused and went to walk away but got a huge whiff of blood. Too much blood.

"Darling?" panic settled in his voice. Did something fall and injure you? Is it blocking the door? He tries shoving the door open. Nothing. He steps back and licks the door. Once. Twice. The door flings open. Nothing was in front of it so what was-

He saw you on the bed and froze. The smell of blood was so strong that he went to cover his nose, but the moment his arm moved he snapped out of it and ran to your side.

"Wake up. Wake up!" he tried to shake you. He saw the knife and tossed it on top of a piece of furniture in there.

"No no no no no," tears start forming. He takes the scarf around his neck off and immediately starts trying it around your arm, as tightly as he can. Then the sash around his waist comes off. That goes around your other arm.

"Wake up!" He puts a hand on your cheek. You're still warm. That's a good sign. "Cometh on darling just move. Just a dram."

His hand moved to your neck to look for a pulse. Who is he kidding he doesn't know how to check for a pulse. So his head rests on your chest and he tries to be quiet, listening for a heartbeat. It's there. Barely, but it's there.

"D-Doth not leave me," the tears start flowing, and once they do they don't stop.

You feel yourself being shaken and groan softly. The first noise you've made in hours. You can't force your eyes open but you can tell someone is there.

What happened? Where are you? You can't move any part of your body, and if you can then you can't feel it.

Will gets so relieved when he hears that groan and hugs you tightly. Your body starts to wake up and as you start to feel the pain you remember what you did.

Oh no. No no no no. You didn't die. And he found you. You weren't supposed to be alive. The only worse than all of that pain might be having to deal with surviving.

"W-Will..." Your voice is weak and raspy.

"Shh. Doth not speak," he sits up and pushes your hair behind your ear. Your eyes opened for a moment and then shut again. Your breathing is heavy.

"Everything is fine anon. I am here." He can barely talk above a whisper. His voice cracks with every word. "Doth not move."

He keeps playing with your hair. Whether it be for his comfort or yours he isn't sure.

The blood is soaking through the scarf already. He wants to move you out of the blood but he is scared. He's scared to leave you for a moment to go get anything to clean your wounds.

"I am here.." he kisses you softly.

You pass out again briefly. You don't know how much time has passed when you wake up, but the room is lit up by a lamp.

Will is laying beside you, an arm around you, covered in your blood. You force your eyes open and look around. You look down at your arms and see that they are bandaged.

Did you really mean to take your own life? You just wanted a few cuts here and there to feel something. You've done it before. What went wrong this time?

You try to sit up and Will immediately shoots up. His face is all red from crying, pieces of his hair clinging to his wet face.

"Doth not move, darling," his hand cups your cheek, his thumb gliding across your cold skin.

You couldn't find the strength to sit up anyway. You can barely move your head to the side to look at him.

Fresh tears form at his eyes from seeing you in so much pain. "W-why?" His voice cracked. "Why? Did I-"

"Will.."

You weren't going to have him blame himself. It was nothing he did. It's all because of you. You're the problem. You were just trying to find a solution.

You move your arm up slowly and rest your hand on top of his that is on your cheek.

"Why did you not tell me? I hath-"

"No," you try to find the energy to talk. He's just going to talk in circles if you let him. "You did nothing wrong."

"Then why?" He wipes his face with the back of his hand the best he can, sniffling.

"Living...hurts," you drag his hand off of your cheek. You don't deserve his touch. Or his tears. You don't even deserve the bandages on your arm.

"That is whetefore I am here, darling. To help thee. We are to do this together are we not?"

Even after this he still wants to help you, but why? You're obviously a problem. You're too difficult to handle.

"Alloweth me to get thee another blanket," he gets off the bed, going through the storage boxes in the room to get a blanket.

You notice his clothes are covered in your blood. Choking back your tears, you close your eyes. Then you feel a blanket covering you. You talk just above a mumble. "I don't deserve any of this. You should have let me-"

"I love you," he wasn't going to let you finish that sentence. "I would not wish any companion in the world but thee. I never known love til thee," he kisses your lips. Your eyes open to look up at him, wondering why he's doing this.

"I would save thee again and again."

His smile is soft and warming.

"I-I'm sorry," the tears start pouring from your eyes. Now that they've started they won't stop. "I'm so-sorry."

He wipes your tears with the cuff of his shirt but they don't stop. "It is okay, darling. You are safe anon."

He kneels down next to the edge of the bed. You hold his arm, not yet strong enough to hold all of him.

"I pray thee. Doth not hide thy emotions," he rests his head beside yours, listening to your cries, and heavy breath.

After a few minutes he stands up, wiping tears from his own face. "Alloweth me to get thee something to eat."

You simply nod your head and let him leave the room.

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This is what I like to call: “Arthur is very dapper always and forever”

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Clarification: forgetting to log out on a shared computer is not hacking, Newt

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Arthur: *interrupts Mozart*

Mozart: Don’t interrupt me.

MC: *interrupts Mozart*

Mozart: Go ahead, love. I’m listening.

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I know you can be louder than that (Lucifer)

BIG warnings for this one guys! Major NSFW! Minors, Do NOT Interact! Warnings: FEM!AFAB MC, Semi public sex, voyeurism. Lucifer uses MC to punish his brothers, mentions of pact use.

Summary: Lucifer's had a helluva week, his brothers have done nothing but contribute to the chaos. MC's been doing her best to help, but maybe he's got one more use for his favourite human.

Lucifer is tired.

This is not news, he's a hardworking demon with enough on his plate on a good day to make lesser demons buckle, but this week had been...hellish, for lack of a better word.

The prince has been swamped with extra requests from the house of lords, which means Lucifer has been swamped with Student Council papers which would otherwise be Diavolo's workload, as well as his regular duties, and on top of that, his brothers have wrought absolute havoc.

Asmodeus started an internet fight with some important modelling agency which needed smoothing over, Belphie missed roughly 80% if his classes this week, Beel caused damages in three separate restaurants after eating their entire stock, and of course Mammon sold one of Lucifer's cursed records.

Lucifer hasn't even had the time to track the record down again and punish his brother properly because he's so swamped, and his only saving grace-

"Can I come in?"

MC pops her head in, having knocked gently at the door, a wrapped package tucked under her arm and a steaming mug balanced carefully in her hand.

She's giving him that look, the look of a woman who knows he's overworked and stressed and wishing he could do literally anything else.

"That depends, have you more news of my brothers causing further damage to our reputation?" Lucifer huffed, to which MC chuckled.

"Your brothers are in the dining room, doing their damned homework and student council papers that they've neglected lately." MC explained, handing him the mug of steaming coffee and sliding the slim package onto his desk.

"And how in the Devildom did you manage that?"

MC chuckled and perched herself on the edge of his desk beside him, her leg brushing his. She met his gaze, and her eyes swam with the colours of his brother's magics. She's used her pacts.

Rarely does MC use those pacts to get the brothers to do anything, more often she can talk them into behaving, but she's been stretched just as thin as Lucifer trying to keep things under control.

Lucifer chuckled, his gaze alight with pride in his little human's use of her power and sipped his coffee before drawing his attention to the envelope. "And this?"

MC watched him open it with eager eyes as he slid the missing record from its case. "That was harder to track down than I thought it would be. Mammon gave the buyer back their grimm."

"You are a wonder, MC." Lucifer couldn't help but grin, inspecting the record for damage. It was still in immaculate condition, a trace of her magic still clinging to it protectively. He slid out from behind his desk and slid the record back into its rightful place on the shelves of his office attached to the library.

He looked back at his desk, the pile of papers still awaiting him, and the smiling human perched beside it, smiling at him, legs dangling over the edge of his desk.

He stepped closer, and MC spread her legs to let him step between her thighs, his gloved hand sliding over her cheek, smiling as she leaned into him.

MC's hands slid up his chest, settling around his neck to play with the hair at the back of his neck. "What do you need from me, Luci?"

His heart swelled, cold and unfeeling as it had once been. Dear human, who already does so much for his family, whose absence he's convinced would spell the end of the world.

Lucifer's hands slid to her hips, drawing her closer. What does he need?

He needs those papers to disappear, he needs his brothers to learn their place, he needs a damned break, but none of that could happened-

Or maybe it could.

MC arched a brow as the demon's eyes damned near lit up, and his magic reached out, pulling his office door open. She thought he'd ask her to leave, but instead, Lucifer came down upon her with a passion, his lips crashing into hers in a searing kiss as he stole the breath from her lungs.

He pushed her down until she was flat on his desk, stationary and papers shoved carelessly aside. More work for later? Perhaps, but he's got something else on his mind now.

Lucifer nipped at her lower lip, smirking at the quiet whimper she let free. "Correct me if I'm wrong, my darling, but my idiot brothers are all gathered in the dining room, correct?"

"Yes..."

"And they cannot leave without your permission, correct?"

MC gulped, realising what he was getting at, why he'd opened the door...the other 6 have only the library between them, and the doors are all open.

"Lucifer-ah!"

The first born dove for her neck, one hand nimbly unbuttoning her shirt, exposing her soft skin as sharp teeth nipped marks into her delicate skin.

The material of his gloves raised gooseflesh in his wake as he cupped her breast and squeeze, thumb and forefinger gently tugging at her sensitive nipple as the cold air greeted her.

MC whined, tangling her fingers in the demon's hair, her nails gently scraping against his scalp as he shoved his hips forward, grinding against her clothed heat.

"Lucifer, they'll hear!"

"You're damned right they will." He growled against her skin, nipping at the shell of her ear, smattering hungry kisses against her skin. "They've acted like menaces all week, they deserve punishment in kind."

MC would have laughed at the pettiness of Lucifer's actions if not for the sight of him pulling off his gloves with his teeth, his gaze dark with lust as heat shot down her centre and she squirmed against the desk.

This was out of character, for Lucifer to flaunt her so to his own brothers, but perhaps the stress of the week had piled up enough. He needs a release, and he's chosen her.

His bare fingers were cold against her hips as he pulled at her waistband, demanding she lift her hips while never forcing her. She could always stop him, if she wished.

MC lifted her hips for him to slide her leggings down her legs, reaching hungrily for him, but Lucifer took her hands and guided them to her knees, his eyes on her quickly wettening centre.

"Hold yourself open for me, love..." The Avatar of Pride dropped to his knees, sinking his teeth into her soft thigh, driving another whine from her lips as he dragged a finger through her glistening folds.

Lucifer wasn't one for teasing, not when he knows what he wants, but he paused barely an inch away from her heat. "May I, my darling?"

"Yes, please...Lucifer!" She gasped and arched as he dove forward, licking a long stripe from her entrance to her pearl, collecting her wetness on his tongue before circling her clit with confident strokes.

Saccharine moans tumbled from her lips, clinging to the backs of her knees, keeping herself open for him as Lucifer suckled at her clit.

She felt the tug at her magic, the brothers had noticing something was off.

As if Lucifer had sensed the shift in her magic, he licked more firmly, lightly dragging his teeth over her sensitive skin, drawing a muffled yelp from MC as she struggled to keep hold of those leashes. "Luci-I can't-"

"You can hold them." He filled his palms with the globes of her ass, yanking her closer to him so he could gorge himself properly. "And I know you can be louder than that."

MC's eyes went wide, but the demon buries his face in her cunt and shoves his tongue inside her, curling it just right and she sang for him, her voice flowing free as she forced her will behind her magic and slammed down on the pacts. Those brothers had driven her mad all week, she wasn't above petty revenge.

Pride surged in Lucifer's chest as he wrapped an arm around her trembling thigh, fingers toying with her clit as his tongue plunged in and out of her heat, his own desire restricted by his trousers as he chased the pleasure out of her, relishing every cry that fell from her lips, every shiver and whine.

His brothers could hear, his phone was exploding in his pocket, and Lucifer was glad of it, they got to hear what they could not have. He couldn't think of a better punishment.

Her walls quivered around his tongue, close to her end, and with his eyes he demanded she be loud, and his dear, sweet, reliable human delivered.

She tumbled over the edge, practically wailing his name and other pornographic noises and she tumbled over the edge, her slick wetting Lucifer's chin as he drove her through her orgasm.

"Don't relax too much, my darling. My brothers haven't been punished enough."

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I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re at a low point:

If you were a fictional man right now, there would be *at least* ten people if not a large portion of the fanbase that would call you their wet beast poor little meow meow

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Say what you want but this works perfectly

so I’m on a discord vc with @lokis-laugh and @bluetintedstar again

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Reputations

Because the real Sir Arthur Conan Doyle knew how to box and I just wanted him to punch someone.  If you wanna read more of my stuff, then check here.

“You are utterly impossible, Arthur Conan Doyle.”

If it weren’t for the fact that she was truly upset, Arthur would have enjoyed seeing the adorable pout that sat on her features. She was absolutely adorable, but then again, there was never a time when she wasn’t. Right now, however, all he could feel was guilt over having worried her so much.

On the other hand, had he the opportunity to go back to that moment, he would still have done the same thing.

“What in the world possessed you that you just had to knock that guy out?”

Arthur briefly considered telling the truth - that some bastard, bitter after having lost a bet to him, had had the audacity to call her terrible things - but he ultimately decided against it. Simply thinking about it was enough to make his blood boil and make him want to hunt him down and slam the miscreant’s face into a wall all over again.

No, she didn’t need to hear the things he called her, to have her insecurities be brought back up again. It was his fault, after all, for having established such a reputation of being a philanderer, but whatever they all called him, he could stomach.

But for anyone to throw those kinds of words at her?

He’d never tolerate it.

So with an easy smile, he patted her head. “It’s nothing,” he assured her. “He was just upset over a bet he lost, and he wanted a rematch. He just lost again though.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, but wasn’t exactly the whole truth either. Her eyebrows pulled together, obviously unconvinced. “This happens from time to time. Not everyone is a sport, after all.”

“That may be true, but…” She pursed her lips as her gaze shifted to his hands, his knuckles slightly swollen and raw. She gently took them in hers and brushed her thumbs over the back of them. “You honestly make me worry.”

Arthur’s expression softened. “I apologize,” he murmured before pulling her close for a hug and pressed his lips against her forehead. “I’ll be more careful next time.”

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REBLOG IF IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO BOTHER YOU IF YOU'RE MY MUTUAL

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AAAADHDJSHDJS LOVE IT LOVE L O V E IT

Is this similar to the one I just posted? Maybe. Ignore that one we've moved into this one now. WHEN I HAVE AN IDEA I ABUSE IT AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE ALRIGHT.

Besides. We've moved into the purebloods now. Time to get railed by 3 immortal hotties who would do anything to bite you, but ultimately cannot.

Writers note: this is modern day

This is 3000 words. Please end me

"Ungh fuck.. You're a good little slut aren't you," Vlad moans as he thrusts into you.

You're on the floor right by the fireplace, laying on top of a fur rug. The fire is the only light in the room, and is illuminating one side of your body along with his.

You have fists full of fur as if you are trying to hold on. With both of your legs over his shoulders, your hips aren't even on the floor. With one arm on the rug to keep him propped up, his other hand is now holding his phone, the camera on you.

He doesn't slow down so that he can get the perfect shot. One moment the camera seems to be focusing on your breasts. With each thrust they bounce. It really is a beautiful sight to see. With the light from the fire casting just enough of a shadow to be able to see how your nipples are perked.

Then the camera seems to be on your face. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your mouth partially open from moaning and panting, yelling out his name.

"H-harder! Tati! Ohh fuck!"

Your voice gets high pitched, begging for more. Your one hand ungrips the fur to be able to hold his wrist. Your grip is tight on him but it's not enough to bother him.

Then the camera will even drop straight down to record his cock thrusting in and out of you, catching all the wet sounds that come with it. The loads of cum that have already been poured into you leak out with each thrust. The cum that keeps you lubed up enough for him to keep going harder.

Then sometimes he's not paying attention, giving you what you want and the camera barely catches anything.

But the best angle might be when he props it up against the fireplace to record him fucking you. Both his hands are on the rug besides your hips to lock you in place. With more balance he's able to slam his cock into you.

"Ahhh!" You hold onto both his arms and arch your back.

"You take me so well," he growls, his thrusts getting more jerky, telling you he's getting closer.

You look up at him, only able to make noises. You haven't been able to form a single thought in you don't know how long.

He finally thrusts into you last last time, making sure it's the hardest he can, wanting his cum to get as deep in your womb as he can get it.

~~

Bzz bzz

Bzz bzz bzz bzz

Leonardo wakes up in the middle of the night from his phone going off like crazy.

"Ugg..what the hell..."

He pulls it out from under his pillow, squinting from the bright screen. He opens his notifications to see a bunch of messages. He opens them, rubbing his eyes, and all he hears is moans.

He quickly tries to open his eyes and focus on the change of light. It's a video from Vlad. Multiple videos from Vlad. And pictures.

He rolls onto his back and watches the videos. It's just a few seconds here and there. Vlad's hands rubbing your body, squeezing your tits. You with your lips wrapped around his shaft.

Matching pictures of cum dripping down your face, licking your lips. Then going back to videos of Vlad violating your hole. Thrusting into you as hard as he can.

Leonardo turns up the volume to hear your moans better, begging for Vlad to fuck you harder, Vlad praising you for taking him so well.

Leonardo bites his lip feeling himself starting to get hard. "Goddamn it," he growls.

He gets to the last video where you are passed out on the rug, the fire lighting up your body. "Our little flower sure loves to please."

Your chest is heaving, trying to catch your breath. "She kept begging for more. You two must not be using her fully," Vlad chuckles and the video ends.

Leonardo rolls onto his stomach and grinds his hips into his mattress. "Fuuuck," he whines and replays the videos.

~~

You aren't coming back to the mansion until the start of the week. You wanted to spend time with him, nothing wrong with that.

A few days after those videos were sent, Vlad sends more.

Bzz bzz

Bzz bzz bzz bzz bzz

Comte wakes up with a groan. His phone is on his night stand and the vibrations are too loud to ignore. He grabs his phone and squints as he unlocks it. He sees it's from Vlad, and to the group chat again.

"Damn it, Vlad."

After the other night he knows exactly what he's opening, but he opens it anyway. He scrolls to the beginning of the messages and watches the videos one by one.

Image: you're laying on his bed, in lingerie, blindfold on. Your hands tied above your head to the bed post. The sheets are a mess

Video: "You're like a present, all wrapped up for me. Ready for me to ravage," Vlads free hand glides over your skin.

Down your side up your stomach and between your boobs before wrapping his hand around your neck. "You're going to be good for me, right?"

"Yes, Tati," you gasp.

Video: it's black. There's only audio of you moaning and yelling. "Ahh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Tati harder!" You can hear Vlad softly grunting in the background, along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin.

"J-just like that! Ahh fuck! Fill me with your cum! Tati! Tati!"

You moan louder and Comte just knows that is the sound of you cumming. He turns the volume up more.

Video: Vlad has your legs spread wide, the camera focused on the cum leaking out of your bright red hole. Vlad's finger wipes against your folds, then wiping the cum on the inside of your leg.

Your body can be seen shaking as he touches you, your legs trying to close. "I told you not to waste any of the cum I gave you."

"I-I can't. I can't-."

"I'll just have to fuck it back into you," Vlad seems to be sitting up again, pushing his cock into you just before it cuts off.

Comte catches himself moaning. He tries to close his legs tighter.

Image: hickies covering the entire inside of your legs with text following "Just because you can't bite her doesn't mean you can't mark her."

Video: it's black again. The moans and cries have gotten louder. "I'm going to fuck you until I breed you," Vlad growls. He sounds so possessive over you. "I'm going to fill my little whore with my seed so that you can belong to me," he grunts and with the sound of your moans you can tell that he's getting rougher. "You're going to be such a good mother."

Comte starts to get jealous. The three of them share you, Vlad can't be making you his. He's already planning on what he's going to do when you get back.

Image: you lying in bed, your hands untied and your blindfold off. You moved to get comfortable in bed to be able to sleep. Followed with text "You could call her a sperm bank with as many loads as she can handle."

Comte can't help but scroll up to the videos to listen to the audio of you moaning. Next thing he knows he has his hand down his pants trying to get himself off.

~~

You've finally returned to the mansion. You were at the castle for nearly a week wanting to spend some time with the three of them. Nothing about you seems odd. You walk in with your bag as normal and head up to your room, greeting everyone as they walk by.

You started putting your things away when there's a knock at your door.

"One moment," you finish what you are doing and open your door, seeing Leonardo. "Leonardo!" You hug him. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, cara mia," he hugs you too. "When you're finished getting settled Comte wanted to see you. He's in his office."

You smile and break the hug. "I'll go see him in a few minutes."

Leonardo walked down the hall again and you closed your door, continuing to unpack your bag.

Almost a half hour later you get to Comte's room. You got stuck in the hallway having a conversation with Sebastian.

You knock on the door and proceed to open it when you hear him telling you to come in.

"Leonardo said you wanted to see me."

"Of course I want to see you, ma cherie," he gets up from his desk and comes over to hug you, giving you a kiss on the lips. "How was your time at the castle? Vlad didn't hurt you too much did he?" Comte puts his hands on either one of your cheeks

You kiss him back and giggle softly. "Vlad wouldn't hurt me, you know that," you smile brightly at him and then hear the door close, and you swear you heard it lock.

"I don't know. Those marks he left on your leg looked like they could hurt," Leonardo came up from behind you, putting his arms around you, sandwiching you.

"Wha-"

"And the way he tied you up?" Comte sighs. "Vlad can be so barbaric."

"How do you-"

"Even having you laying on the floor. He knows to treat you better," Leonardo tsked.

Your eyes widen. You knew Vlad was recording you. He told you it was because he would have to spend so much time away from you that he wanted it so he could watch it. But instead he sent it to these two.

"But the worst part?" Comte puts a hand under your chin, making you look up at his golden eyes. "The way he said he was going to keep you to himself."

"I don't-eek!"

Leonardo quickly picks you up, carrying you to the back of the room towards Comte's desk. Comte turns around and quickly moves things out of the way before Leonardo lays you down.

"I think we need to remind you that you belong to us, too," Leonardo starts to take your pants off.

You try sitting up, propping yourself up on your hands. Comte quickly shrugged his jacket off, leaving it on the floor as he starts to kiss you.

He's being more gentle than you thought he would be. You kiss him back while Leonardo is getting your pants off from around your ankles.

You moan into Comte's mouth while Leonardo pulls your underwear off. Your soaked underwear.

Leonardo nearly gags at them, knowing that Vlads cum is on them. He just drops them to the floor. He then lifts up one of your legs, causing you to fall back on the desk.

"He left too many marks on you, cara mia," he sounds upset, almost angry at this.

"I don't think we should leave her alone with Vlad for a while."

"He needs to know that we share you after all."

Leonardo drops your leg to start taking his clothes off.

You're still feeling sore from this last week. Vlad didn't give you a single break. Each night he fucked you somewhere else in the castle.

Comte pushed Leonardo away from between your legs.

"Hey!"

"She's mine first," Comte smirks, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

You're pretty sure that from the corner of your eye you see Leonardo bare his teeth at Comte. They might be old friends but they never stop fighting over who gets to have you when.

"You can have her after she's been used."

Comte just mocks him to get him riled up more. You hear Comte's pants drop to the floor and you can feel your insides throbbing.

How come after the week you just had you still want more? Your clit is still begging for more abuse.

"She has more than one hole to use, bend her over the desk."

Leonardo walks to the front of the desk, his pants barely still on his hips.

"Just sit and watch," Comte nearly snaps at him.

Having them talk about you as if you can't speak for yourself is just getting you wetter. Hearing how they want to use you. Your throb harder.

Leonardo groans and sits in one of the chairs in the middle of the room, moving it to face the two of you.

Comte moves your unmarked leg up to his shoulder, pressing his tip against your warm entrance. You whine as he pushes himself into you, watching your face contort as you are filled once again.

Has it even been 12 hours? There's still so much cum inside you. He holds onto your waist and snaps his hips into you.

"Ahh!" You tilt your head back. The throbbing that was begging to be filled, you now realized was from you being overstimulated. You needed a rest, not more. But that's too late now.

Comte sets himself a rhythm and sticks to it.

"F-fuck fuck fuck fuck!" You hold onto the edges of the desk, your nails digging into the wood.

His thrusts nearly knock the wind out of your lungs, almost making you speechless immediately. You squeeze your eyes shut and your toes curl.

"Ma cherie~ Look at me when I'm inside you, Cherie," his voice is so soft and soothing as if he isn't pumping his cock into you.

You force your eyes open and look at the blonde between your legs. "Mmmmore!" It took you some time to get the word out, but once it was Comte listened. Thrusting harder into you. The sound of him slamming into you gets louder.

You moan louder, your voice hitching. Your marked leg wraps around his hips. That's the moan he heard in the video, and he was right. The moment you moaned like that you clenched around his cock, adding to the pool of cum already inside you.

Over on the chair, Leonardo pulls out his phone with a smirk and starts recording to send it to Vlad.

"Would you look at that, Vlad. She's not your personal fuck toy after all," he lets the video go for some time so that Vlad can hear you scream Comte's name as he fills you with his own cum. "My turn," he ends the video and sends it to the group chat immediately.

Comte pants, his cock still inside you. You try relaxing your body and catching your breath, knowing the next round is starting soon.

Leonardo gets out of the chair and walks over. "Go sit down and watch, you cuck," after watching multiple videos from Vlad, and then this, he was getting too impatient.

Comte pulled out of you slowly, wanting to drag out the beautiful whine you were making. You look up at Leonardo, knowing he's going to be a bit more brutal with you.

Comte takes his turn sitting down, only he's excited to watch. Leonardo finally lets his pants drop. He moves your body so that you are bent over the desk.

"Don't be too rough, Leonardo."

"Then you shouldn't have made me wait," he squeezes your ass, before spanking it. You let out a yelp and jerk forward as much as you can. "This is Comte's favorite part, so you better put on a show for him."

Leonardo smirks and pushes himself in. You moan and wince. Holding you in place by your hips he immediately slams into your hole.

He groans as he finds the right force to use. "You're not so tight any more."

You hold onto the front of the desk. Rather than looking up at the one fucking you, you are still facing Comte. He's sitting back in the chair relaxed, one leg over the other acting like he's watching a movie.

You're seeing nothing but stars at this point, moans being the only noise you can make. Leonardo leans down, putting his arms under you and holding your shoulders so he can really drive deep into you.

"Ahh-ahh-hh!"

Leonardo looks over your messy hair as Comte and smirks. "Take a picture. It lasts longer," he chuckles in your ear.

Comte gets up, grabbing his jacket to pull his phone out of his pocket. "It would be a shame not to share with Vlad what we are doing to our little flower."

Leonardo let's go of your shoulder to grab your half open jaw, forcing you to look in the direction of the camera. "Smile for the camera, cara mia."

The moans never stop. They get higher and higher until you cum again.

"Our dumb slut can't even talk," your eyes flutter and Leonardo let's your jaw go.

"She's not dumb. She's just obedient, and takes a pounding well."

Leonardo holds onto you tightly, thrusting in as hard as he can until he finally slams deep into you , trying to get his cum as deep as he can.

"Ahh-hh!", you're so weak you can barely yell.

Leonardo rides out his high, making sure he's filled you with as much of his cum as he can. Slowly letting you go, he sits up and carefully pulls out. As Comte sets his phone on his desk, Leonardo falls back into the chair.

Comte carefully holds you. "I want to let you rest, ma Cherie. But after seeing everything Vlad did to you I don't think I can't let a part of you go untouched."

You softly whine. You can't hold yourself up, let alone move any part of your body. Leonardo helps Comte get you wrapped up in his coat while the two of them just slip their pants back on.

Leonardo grabs the rest of the clothes that are on the floor while Comte starts walking out of his office.

"Let's take you to my room for the rest of the session."

~~

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More writers notes: 3 hours.....3000 words... eye twitch if you don't hype the SHIT OUT OF THIS FIC I am coming for you in your sleep. Now excuse me while I go PASS OUT

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They could do this to me every second minute and hour of every day 🥵

AAAAAND WELCOME BACK TO MY MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT PLAGUED WITH VISIONS SMUT. Please do not question why there are THREE guys here I promise you it is not guy on guy (tho I need to get back into that) just some shameless writers trio smut.

Who wouldn't want some writers absolutely GAWKING over you anyway? Huh? The two of them might have been serial cheaters and the one forced to marry as a minor BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT. Happy reading, sluts.

Writers note: this is modern day

This is over 2000 words help

He moans as you sit between his legs. Your hands rest on his thighs as your head bobs up and down, sucking on his cock.

Arthur has his arm on the back of the couch while his other combs through your hair. "Just like that, love," his groans just get you to work harder. Something about a man moaning is the highest praise possible.

Both of your clothes are scattered around the parlor room, the only thing you have on is your bra and underwear. Arthur had pulled you in and started kissing you, telling you how he needed you now.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, and he takes in a sharp breath. You would smirk if you could. You get closer to his base, taking all of him in, feeling his tip at the back of your throat.

"Look up, love~"

You look up at him, lips stretched around his cock. He's holding his phone up and you assume he's taking a video. He has done this before; you have no issue with it and think nothing of it.

With your eyes locked on the camera you take his cock out of your mouth, a long string of saliva and precum still connecting your lips to his tip. Starting at the base, you lick up his shaft, to the tip before beginning to suck his length again.

"Such a good girl," his hand goes through your hair again before pushing your head down. You gag for a moment, not expecting it.

Arthur had ended the video on his phone, sending it to a small group chat. He let your head go and set his phone back down after replying to a few messages.

You lift your head up to catch your breath. He puts a finger under your chin to make you look at him. "Why don't you sit on my lap now."

He smirks at you as you stand up, taking your underwear off. His hands hold onto your waist as you get yourself into the couch, hovering over him.

His tip is hard against you. Dripping wet from anticipation. You sit down on him with a moan.

"Ungh- you're so hard," you pant softly, trying to let yourself adjust before rocking your hips. You keep your hands on his shoulder to keep steady.

Pushing your hair to one side, Arthur starts kissing your neck, nibbling it, trying to leave little marks without biting.

His phone goes off a few times, but you think nothing of it and start bouncing up and down on him, moaning louder.

You don't know how much time passed but you suddenly feel your bra unhook in the back. You shriek and come down hard on Arthur. Both of his hands are still on your waist.

"I cannot believe thee wouldst try taking her all for yourself, Arthur," the voice was very close to your ear. You know that voice anywhere.

Will's hands go under your bra, pushing it out of the way as he gropes you. You melt into his touch, pushing your chest into his hands.

"What can I say, she's irresistible," his hands slide down to your hips and then behind you to grab your ass. You moan again and sit up enough for him to hold you.

"Thee ought to share," he squeezes your breast once more before moving one hand to move your hair again to kiss your neck.

You could feel his fangs against your skin and tilt your head to one side. You gasp and hiss as he pinches your nipple.

"Maybe I wanted her to myself for once."

"If 't be true, then thee wouldst be in thy own room," Will looks Arthur in the eyes as he licks your neck. "Nor wouldst thee hath sent the pictures and video."

His voice tickles your ear, but the real shiver down your spine is from him rubbing your nipple harder. You should have guessed Arthur wasn't saving those for just himself.

"Will, that- Ahh!" Arthur thrust up into you the moment you said Will's name.

His hand then grabbed your jaw so you would look at him. "Don't say another man's name while I'm inside you."

You whined and started to rock your hips again.

Arthur grabbed his phone again but once he had it unlocked Will snatched it.

"Hey!"

"Oh hold on," Will opened the camera, having it on face front and started to record. Having it on your chest first.

He squeezed tightly and pinched your nipple again. Then his hand went up your chest and the camera followed, up until his hand wrapped around your throat, causing you to stretch out your neck.

You whined and rocked your hips more. You felt the wetness of his tongue drag across your skin. You didn't even realize the camera was on you.

Will then sinks his fangs into you. Your body jerks for a moment but then you start to moan. Your grip tightens on Arthur, and you pant.

Arthur glares at Will. As he drinks blood from you, he sends the video to the same chat the first one was sent to.

"If thy cock get to be inside her, then so doth mine own fangs," he licks your wound and tosses Arthur's phone back on the couch.

You bite your lip and look at Arthur. You haven't done much but you're already close to your limit.

"Once thee finish him off I shall be next," Will whispers in your ear.

Will let you go, and you start bouncing on Arthur again. You finally slip your bra off and drop it to the floor.

You come down in him as hard as you can, moaning each time his cock reenters you.

Will walks to the back of the couch so he can see you face on. You look up and see him with his phone out enjoying the show. Both of their phones go off at the same time. You hear Will chuckle and see him show his screen to Arthur.

Your legs start to shake and you're having a harder time keeping up the pace.

"Just a little more, love," he leans in and kisses you roughly, bucking his hips up. This gets him to hit a new spot inside you, getting you to moan louder. Im just moments you clench around him, covering his cock in your cum. Arthur holds your hips down into his, thrusting a few times before releasing a load into you.

You pant as the movements stop.

"Tis my turn," Will hums, coming back over to the front side of the couch as he's unbuttoning his shirt. Arthur doesn't look so happy as Will helps you off his lap. Your legs are weak, and you lean against him for support, but don't feel much other than his hard on.

"No worries, I will not make thee work for it," he kisses your cheek. He makes you bend over the arm of the couch. You could hear his pants dropping to the floor. You waited in anticipation.

His cock slid into with ease, your hole already filled with cum. You moan and lean over more, hoping the arm will support most of your body.

His hands stay on your hips, keeping you in place as he thrust into you.

Looking forward you see Arthur watching your eyes roll to the back of your head as you get fucked.

"She looks like she's already numb from too much cock. Are you able to speak for us~" Arthur smirks at you. All you do is moan each time Will's cock gets deep inside you.

"She is simply a dram play thing now."

Arthur has his phone pointed at you again, almost dropping it when he hears the window open suddenly.

"I told you two to wait for me!" Dazai is rushing to get in through the window.

"We wouldn't know. We've been having fun."

Despite the whole group chat being here, Arthur kept his phone on you, wanting to remember this look on your face.

"I don't know if she will be conscious after Will is done with her."

Will stops moving, making sure he far inside you, and leans forward to wrap his fingers around your neck to make you look up at the room. "The'e is still anoth'r hole that is not being used," Will smirks up at Dazai.

You do nothing but moan, your mouth partially open, panting lightly. "The lady seems to be begging for it to be filled," he purrs into your ear, kissing your neck on the spot he bit.

It stings, sending a shiver down your spine. After feeling his cock twitch inside you, you try to rock your hips for more friction.

"My my, she is eager," Dazai starts walking over, stripping his clothes off on the way. "Move over, Arthur," Dazai gets on the couch. Arthur gets up and grabs his clothes, just putting his pants back on.

Will lets you go, making you fall forward on the couch again. His hand glides down your back until it gets to your hip again.

"Show Dazai what that mouth can do, love," Arthur smirks. You look in front of you to see Dazai's cock in your face. You move your arms to rest them on Dazai's thighs, propping yourself up to the right height. The moment his tip passes your lips Will starts to move again. The thrust into you jerks you forward enough to take in more of him.

Dazai moans and combs his fingers through your hair. He is thicker than Arthur, but you manage to stretch your lips just enough.

Will's fingers dig into your skin as he thrusts deeper into you. Dazai is trying not to push your head all the way down.

"She's so beautiful with her mouth filled," Arthur sits back down behind Dazai, looking over his shoulder at you.

"Even if we cannot hear our lady moan," Will starts to squeeze your ass.

"We wouldn't want everyone to hear Toshiko-san," Dazai smirks as you take more of him on your own. You wrap your hand around the part of his cock that isn't in your mouth. This gets a loud moan out of him.

You suck him harder.

You don't even notice one of Will's hands leaving your body until you feel his fingers rubbing your clit. Your body jerks, squirming, and causing you to lose rhythm.

"Don't stop now," Dazai moans, pushing your head back down. You whine and you wiggle your lower half as Will continues to play with you.

In moments you let out a loud moan and cum again, tightening around Will. He groans and feels himself getting close. His thrusts get rougher, slowing down a bit since. He is pulling almost all of the way out before slamming back into you.

"Fuck..." he gasps. In a few moments he finally fills you with his cum, is getting mixed with Arthurs. He slows down his movements as he empties himself all into you.

Now that he is out of you, you are able to concentrate on sucking off Dazai. But you do start to squirm, not wanting to be empty just yet.

"It looks like she wasn't ready to be empty just yet."

"Then it's my turn," Dazai pulls your hair, taking his cock out of your mouth. You let out a long whine. You aren't sure if it's from being sore or the need to be filled.

As Will makes his way to sit on the chair, Dazai helps you onto the couch, laying you down and propping one of your legs up onto his shoulder, wasting no time in entering you.

"You're so filthy, having so much cum in you."

Dazai pins your hands to either side of your head and starts fucking all the cum further into you. You want to close your legs. You're so sore and overstimulated, but your moans and whimpers beg for more. Dazai leans down, kissing one side of your neck, opposite of where Will bit you.

Two kisses in and he sinks his fangs into you. Your hips buck up and Dazai takes the opportunity to thrust deeper. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. You aren't sure how much longer you can stay awake.

"So sweet tasting," he purrs into your ear, licking up the excess blood. You think you blacked out for a moment, because the next thing you felt was being filled with more cum. You force your eyes open to see Dazai sitting up and pushing his hair out of his face.

"Perhaps this is what our meetings shouldst be about from anon," Will smirked looking at Arthur.

Arthur helps you sit up after Dazai pulled out of you. He brings you into his lap and lets you lean against him. "You definitely would make meetings more fun," he kisses your cheek. "But I don't think I always want to share her with the two of you."

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