What about crybaby Art with daddy Patrick sounding his cock....he selects the thinnest road in the kit he barely needs any lube cause his sweet boy's eyes aren't the only part of him that's wet.
Art's shaking and whimpering as Patrick dips the steel into the tip of his cock. The hot lick of raw pain and pleasure brings on a fresh wave of sobs. Patrick shushes him sweetly tells him to be a good boy for daddy...
Ouuughhhh moaned a bit.....
Poor Art is sooo nervous but he trusts Pat so much :(( Makes the most pathetic, choked out noises as Pat guides it in. He's trying not to squirm too much but he's clawing onto Patrick's arm. He sounds soooo needy— all, "F-fuck, Pat— ah!— fuck, fuck— ngh— stop, stop, ah!"
Patrick's fucking grinning too. "You're so loud, Art. Just take it like a good boy and shut up about it." He licks at Art's ear, makes him shudder and whine and cant his hips up, which sets off another round of pathetic moans. He can see the wet track of tears slipping down his face, his pretty open mouth panting as the rod sinks deeper. "That's it, Art— you can cry if you want, I've got you."
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In theory, imma post all the Danny drafts i have tonight, so brace yourselves
M!OC x friend's M!OC uwu
Warnings: Sounding, noncon turned dubcon, Danny is possessed, tentacles
Joaquim belongs to 💜@inkyquince 💜
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Waking up with his body puppeted by the entity was never a pleasant experience for Danny. Even less so when it was to the sounds of Joaquim trying to bite back a low groan.
When it was just him, it was…well, it wasn’t okay. But, it was something Danny could handle. It was his own body being abused, the creature meshed with his soul, trying to break him enough to have his body full-time. Now, with Joaquim by his side, it wasn’t always waking up to his own violation. Now, more often than not, it was the entity trying to drive Joaquim away, trying to rip away the one good thing Danny had.
He should have known something was going to happen soon. The entity had been too quiet. No snide remarks echoed in his head, no bids for control even when his emotions were running high. It had been waiting. Waiting and saving its energy for the opportunity to lure Danny into a deep sleep and slip into control without needing to fight for it.
Like now.
Joaquim’s pinned under Danny’s body, mouth hanging open as he pants, broad chest heaving and glistening with sweat. Thighs pressed back, pale hands squeezing tan flesh in a manner that looks painful, bruises already blossoming over the areas Danny loves to worship. If he could, he’d wince. As it is, he can only stare in horror as his nails pierce the skin, blood welling and smearing over his fingertips. Worse might be Danny’s cock stuffed into the redhead’s ass, cum leaking from the puffy, abused hole even while plugged. Bile rises in Danny’s throat at the realization that this must have been going on for a while for Joaquim to look like such a wreck.
Danny tries to push forward, scratching away at the entity's presence, but a kitten could have caused more damage. The entity's control is ironclad.
Dread crawls up Danny’s spine as he realizes that not only is he useless in this situation, but the two tentacles that sprout from his shoulder blades when the entity has total control are out. Out and active. A thick tentacle is wrapped around Joaquim’s wrists, keeping them pinned above his head. The other is…oddly thin. Much thinner than Danny has ever seen it. Tapered, almost.
It’s coiled around Joaquim’s cock, also an odd sight. It moves slowly, almost teasingly, pumping Joa’s thick cock at a languid pace. If this was any other time, Danny’s sure he’d drool a little bit at the sight of his partner’s cock, flushed and fat head leaking pearlescent precum.
Of course, it’s not any other time.
“You showed us this,” it says with Danny’s voice, the sound warping to his own ears as Joaquim flinches at the faux voice of his lover.
It’s with that the tip of the strange tentacle flicks up, pressing against Joaquim’s slit.
If Danny could blush, he would. Maybe his body does, even as the entity remains in control and guides the tip of a tentacle into Joa’s cock.
It was something Joaquim had introduced Danny to, toying with his cock and different sounding rods, delighting in the noises Danny made as he experienced all new sensations. Everything heightened by how it was Joaquim bringing him this pleasure he'd never felt before. Just him. No one else.
He hadn’t known the entity had witnessed that. Normally, the thing went dormant when Danny was…like that. When he was dizzy with pleasure, filled with lov-
“Danny!”
The entity’s control falters for a second, Danny’s chest swelling as Joaquim calls his name. Cum leaks thickly from Joa’s cock, even as the entity tries this new method of driving Joaquim from him.
A sneer stretches across Danny’s face, a growl sounding deep in the back of his throat as the tentacle rips out of Joaquim.
Joaquim shudders, back arching beautifully, mouth caught open in a silent moan as he cums, hard. Semen paints Joa’s muscular stomach, hitting under his chin, and Danny surges forward, fighting as the entity's control slips.
“Fuck, Dnakovsky…”
The entity’s control fluctuates again at its obvious failure to torture Joaquim, this time enough for Danny to press forward. It doesn’t fight hard. If Danny didn’t know any better, he’d think the entity was pouting at how it had brought Joaquim pleasure instead of its desired pain and humiliation.
The tentacles simmer away, the tail lingering only a little longer. Danny can feel the horns shrink a little, but they still remain prominent on his head. His stomach drops, knowing that the entity must have been in control for far longer than he had originally thought if the horns remained, as they do.
He tries not to dwell on it, sliding out of Joaquim and wrapping his arms around his lover’s middle.
“Sorry,” Danny murmurs, voice horse. “Sorry I didn’t, that I couldn't stop them.”
Joa shushes him gently, a hand resting on top of Danny’s head and running through the soft locks of dark hair. “Not your fault, silly.”
They lay in silence for a moment, the only sound Joa’s deep breaths as he tries to recover some.
Finally, Danny clears his throat, “Uhm, so,” slowly, he drags his fingers through the cooling cum on Joa’s stomach, “sounding?”
Joaquim snorts a laugh. “Yeah, pretty boy?”
Danny lights up as Joa smiles, pressing a quick kiss to the smaller man's shoulder. “Wanna give that a go again sometime. Y’know, when I’m not possessed?”
“...Hell yeah, but give me a day or two first. That okay with you, Dankovsky?”
“Whatever you want. Always.”
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