#bisexual william miller

[romana-after-dark]

Room's on Fire Masterlist

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Years after the world fell apart, various communities have established themselves, one of which is ran by four men who claim to be divine.

When they decide it's time to and heir to be born, they chose a virgin from their cult and make her their wife. Reader is offered a choice, of course. She doesn't have to marry them. But if she doesn't, the savior won't be born. She choses to become the Madonna. She is wed to all four of them, and moved into their home where her body is open to use whenever her husbands desire (free use au), in the hopes of getting her pregnant. It doesn't matter whose baby it ends up being, because they are all part God, so it doesn't matter... right?

Warnings for full fic, if anything is added or really emphcized it will be in additional warnings.

THIS IS A DARK FIC THOUGH SO BE WARY! I CAN'T PROTECT AGAINST EVERYTHING.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Unknown amount of chapters right now.

Chapter 1: Pilot: Delta finds their Madonna Chapter 2: The wedding Chapter 3: Aftermath of the wedding FishBen: Symptom of Being Human Chapter 4: Pope is not pleased. Chapter 5: Jonah lore, Madonna gets through to Frankie Chapter 6: Madonna gains Frankie's heart, Santi is jealous Iris: Rey and Iris find pockets of time Chapter 7: Fun with Ben: wining Pope back Chapter 8: big announcement to the community

Non canon Frankie Madonna Chapter 9: Madonna’s blissful ignorance to the world around her. Chapter 10: There's a lot Madonna doesn't know.

Chapter 11: Things start to crumble around Madonna

Chapter 12:

Chapter 13:

Chapter 14:

Chapter 15:

Chapter 16:

Chapter 17:

Chapter 18:

Chapter 19:

Chapter 20:

Bonus Content

not necessary for the series. Pieces in the main list are suggested as they add depth and sometimes small plot points.

"Can you peel my orange?" Jonah smut

Jonah Hanson character ai

ROF characters Star signs

Jonah x non-Madonna reader x Marcus flashback commission

Art

By @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

By @survivingandenduring

Lil comic by @my-secret-shame

As I said, a lot of themes and dynamics ended up accidentally similarly to Watch Your Step by the amazing @charnelhouse Some was because that fic is what developed my characterizations of the boys. Some was totally incidental, like Pope and readers relation to art. It's different though, a much different series, but I wanted to tell y'all that she s PUBLISHING WYS AS A NOVEL NOW, Its called Cardinal Sin's and I'll link it right here!

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[ellies-enrichment]

blonde💅 moment

[xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx]

I'm not sorry

BEHOLD! The Jackson's Diary fandom

many screenshots were taken from Pinterest

[elainiisms]

the way i screamed dina at the television screen the second i saw that girl like my sapphic senses were tingling i just knew

[sky-is-the-limit]

My red flag is that if I was in the tlou2 universe, I'd try to sleep with both Joel and Ellie. 0 shame. Call it a family project.

[borntoocry]

𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.                  e. williams

part 3 of 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 | part 2 

summary: Ellie and YN ‘talk’ after the fight. 

warnings: smut. cut me some slack, I haven’t written smut in so so so long. probably since my robin Buckley phase last summer (it wasn’t really a phase, I still find her sexy as FUUUUUUGGGG). 

a/n: im so gay. also, go look at the playlist I made for this story! the post is here

“You are a fucking idiot,” Ellie whispered as she shut the bathroom door behind you. She pushed you onto the toilet and you obediently–and drunkenly–sat down. Your face ached and you couldn’t help but touch the areas that shocked your entire body.

You groaned. Your index smoothed over your nose and you hissed. “Fuck me, did she break my nose?” you asked.

Ellie bent down in front of you and removed your hand from your face. She inspected your nose from left to right and sighed at the impact Madelaine had on you. “Don’t think she broke it,” she said. “Maybe just punched the shit out of you though.”

“Can I see?” you questioned.

She shrugged. “It’s your face.”

You wobbled up and grabbed the counter, pulling yourself up and in front of the mirror. You moved in to closely inspect your face and you fell forward, purposely slamming your face against the glass. You deepened the pain running through you and cried.

“What the fuck,” you whispered. “She fucking scraped my cheek and fucked up my nose. And to think I started liking it.”

“You look fine,” Ellie said from behind you. She placed her hands on your shoulders and pulled you back, reminding you of your reflection once more. “You look kinda badass.”

“Fuck you.”

“What?” she laughed. “You might get a little scar on your cheek from her rings and your nose–it’s fine! You look good.”

“Yeah?” you cried.

“Yes,” Ellie assured. She rubbed her fingers along your shoulders and tried to fight off your tears beside you, but she failed. Tears streamed down your face and a deep wrinkle formed between her eyebrows. She was never great at the sight of girls crying, but she tried with you. “Don’t cry,” she whispered. “Why are you crying?”

“Because,” you cried. “I just knocked out your girlfriend and I left for a reason! I was going to work on myself. No drama. Only peace. I was going to be a peaceful bitch. But on my first week back I fucking knock your girlfriends lights out!”

“Okay,” Ellie dragged. “But she deserved it. You were containing peace.”

“Well that went just fucking great, didn’t it,” you exclaimed sarcastically.

She chuckled. “Sit down,” she began. “We have to clean you up and I know a First Aid kit is in here. I’ll clean you up and take you home.”

You shook your head. “I’m fine. I just need to wash my face.”

“Sit down,” Ellie said once more, this time with a deeper and much more serious tone.

“Fine,” you hissed and took a seat. You leaned your head back and stared at the white ceiling. Your world was spinning and at the moment, it wasn’t the alcohol or the weed. It was the bad decisions and the way you already broke a rule you never set nor spoke aloud. You simply kept it in your mind: Be peaceful and do not fight with violence. You were a failure and you could do nothing about it. You continued proving yourself wrong and it hurt like a motherfucker to realize.

“Stop that.”

“What?” you asked.

“You’re overthinking.”

“No I’m not, I’m trying to fall asleep.”

Ellie scoffed. The cabinet door slammed shut and she set a first aid kit on the counter. She opened it and took out an alcohol wipe and a cotton ball. She grabbed your chin and tilted your head down, forcing your curious eyes to open and look at her. She was carefully looking at the damage; that wrinkle between her brows drawing your attention. She looked cute and you might’ve just kissed her if you kept your eyes open. But instead of staring at her, you shut your eyes again.

“You falling asleep?” she asked.

“Nope. Not anymore. Should I?”

The sound of packaging being torn open slammed through your ears and the smell invaded your nostrils. You could already feel your tears rolling in. “Maybe,” she replied. “This will sting.”

You groaned. You didn’t want to sting. You wanted peace. “Can I like… grab your hand or something?”

“You can't,” she replied. “How am I supposed to clean you up?”

“I dunno’.”

“Grab my waist then.”

You answered by placing both hands on her waist. You drew circles on her toned stomach with your thumb and patted her back with the rest of your fingers. You pinched her waist when she cleaned off the blood. You hissed and bit down on your lip as hard as possible.

“Quit that,” Ellie reprimanded. “You’re making yourself bleed.”

“Okay well it fucking hurts,” you exclaimed. “You could have just used water.”

“And how will I properly clean it if I just use water?” she asked.

“I’m sure something else would do the trick. Something that wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’m supposed to use alcohol, okay?” Ellie said, stopping your bickering. “Hydrogen peroxide would sting, saline solution would prick you a bit, soap would do the same, and I can’t just slap your face with neosporin if you haven’t been cleaned up. So be a big girl and calm the fuck down while I fix you up.”

You rolled your eyes and continued holding onto her. You pulled her in closer as she dropped the alcohol wipe and picked up neosporin. She dotted some onto your cuts and clean-yet previously-bloody nose.

“There.” She capped the neosporin and stuffed everything back into the kit. You watched her crouch down and place the box back into the cabinet, your eyes glued to the shirt that kept riding up her back. You could see a sliver of her boxers and felt your throat close up. Ellie always brought out all of the nerves hiding in your body. You were a wreck no matter what she did, or didn’t do, or intentionally do–or whatever. “Staring won’t make the pain go away,” she interrupted.

You chuckled. “I can’t feel the pain when I’m staring at a hot person.”

She scoffed. “God, you’re stupid.”

“Hate on me all you want, I’m having a good time right now.”

“Good time after you punched my girlfriend?”

“Your bitch punched me first,” you sneered.

Ellie shook her head and ran her hands up her face and through her hair. She leaned against the wall across from you and stared you down. “What is it with you and calling her a bitch?”

Your mouth parted but no words came out. Your pupils, blown and pitch black, took a moment to splatter across your eyeballs. You couldn’t see what in the hell happened to Ellie. She had just been complaining about her girlfriend and how she could break up with her soon due to your return, but now she was defending her. They were still girlfriends, but from what Ellie described, she hated her.

“Ellie…” you muttered. “C’mon.”

“You keep calling her out of her name and it’s getting annoying. Why don’t you just chill?”

You shrugged. You rubbed your hands along your thighs to warm yourself up and get out. You stood up and took one last look at yourself. Red, slightly purple, and cross-faded.

You reached the door handle and pulled it open, turning only to say bye to Ellie. “I don’t really get you,” you said. “I don’t know if you want me or her by the way you’re acting right now. But thanks for the help. I won’t need a ride.” You walked out and tried shutting the door, but Ellie slammed it open. You groaned but continued walking through the crowded house. You didn’t know what the hell was happening but you were tired and in pain and on two different drugs.

“YN,” Ellie shouted behind you. “You can’t just say that and fucking leave.”

You laughed. Your hands hovered over your face as though you were rubbing them across your skin. You couldn’t, because you had patches of makeup on. You could have done it anyway, as you were bloody and bathed in alcohol, but you didn’t want to smudge your mascara. That was somehow your worst problem.

You tried to get away from Ellie, but you had forgotten she was probably a gym rat by now. She grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a random room that housed nothing but boxes and one singular lamp. It was already on before you entered, which had you worrying for Dina and her house of sorority rats.

You groaned and leaned against the thumping door. “What?” you hissed. “I don’t know what you want me to say. I won’t apologize for calling Madelaine a bitch.”

“Because you’re what? Jealous?”

“Jealous?” you spat with anger dribbling out of your mouth. “Jealous? Really?”

“That’s what it sounds like,” Ellie answered.

“You are one dumbass girl, oh my God!” You wiped your aching mouth and dragged your skin as far as you could. You were angered enough to pull your skin off if possible. “Ellie,” you began as you walked up to her, “I am not jealous of her. I am trying to get you to notice that she isn’t good for you, which is what I thought we were just doing! You were just complaining about her and saying how she didn’t kiss the ground you walk on. You were just asking about my thoughts on her. What the hell happened in ten fucking minutes?”

“You don’t get it,” she said.

“Yeah, well I’m trying to.”

Ellie looked directly into your eyes and drilled her large and dark pupils into yours. “You have so much to say for someone who probably hasn’t been in a relationship since we broke up.”

You let out a manic laugh. You wobbled back and held your stomach tightly before you yacked out your insides. “Fuck you Ellie.”

“What? Am I wrong?”

You returned her evil stare. You shrugged. “I fucked people but there was never a relationship,” you whispered through the loud bass ricocheting off every wall. “I didn’t get into a relationship because…” You shut your mouth and passed a limp finger over your lips. You had no reason as to why you were single. You could have gotten with the first person you slept with, but you chose not to. You were clinging to the hope that Ellie would find you, or you would return and she would take you back as if nothing happened. But none of that happened. So you just fucked people and ended up alone every night.

“So you don’t know a single thing anymore. Your mind has resetted since two years ago.”

“You’re great at making people feel like shit,” you whispered. Your eyes were brimming with tears and you were finally back against the door. “Maybe nothing has changed since I left.”

Silence swallowed the room and you both sank to the floor as if it had engulfed your lungs with the noise. Ellie sat against a tall pile of boxes directly in front of you. She held her knees and you sprawled your legs out, hitting the toes of her old sneakers. Ellie’s chin was placed atop her hands and she looked across at you, where your beaten face was dripping onto the floor.

No one spoke. You were too busy wiping your tears away and Ellie couldn’t bear her shattered heart that made her entire body writhe. You wanted to speak but you knew the sound of crying left Ellie speechless. She couldn’t respond to you if you were crying, therefore you sucked it up and looked back at her.

“I know you want to say something,” Ellie said after fifteen minutes of radio silence.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled.

“Say it.”

You inhaled the smell of alcohol mixed with air and said, “I thought we changed.”

“We did,” Ellie answered. “But you just came back and we’re both angry. And we’ve been drinking and smoking and we’re not thinking straight… Whatsoever.”

You chuckled through tears. “Yeah,” you said. “We are definitely not thinking straight. Oh my God.” You pulled up your knees and dipped your head between them. You caressed your ears as best as you could to mask the head breaking sound. You could only hear your laugh.

You felt like shit. The alcohol was mixing with the weed and although you’d done this before, it was different. You were a crying mess, you had just been in a fight, your ex-girlfriend looked sexy and you couldn’t do anything about it, and your face was fucked up. It had been an intense couple of hours and all you wanted to do was sleep.

“Hey,” Ellie whispered loud enough for your muffled ears to hear. She couldn’t have been whispering. She slightly lifted your head and she came crawling over to you. She raised your head from between your knees and held your cheeks in her hands. “We’ll be alright. I promise.”

You nuzzled your face to feel her skin prickling yours. Her hands were warm and she smelled of wood and a little bit of alcohol and weed. The smell was more intoxicating than drugs and all you wanted to do was– Ellie pulled you into her and you melted. Melted into her just like chocolate. She pulled you down onto the floor where she laid on her back. She held you against her rapid-beating chest and you placed your hands besides both sides of her head. You slid a leg between her thighs and lifted yourself up to where you looked down at her and her spackled skin.

“You changed a lot,” you said.

“Hm,” Ellie mumbled. She placed her hands on your waist and gripped you. “How?”

“You don’t see your muscles?”

“Didn’t think you’d notice.”

“Oh well I fucking noticed. And your hair.”

“It’s shorter.”

“And hotter,” you whispered.

She laughed. “Is that all?”

“I like staring at your boobs through this tight ass shirt.”

“Oh god,” she whined and scrunched her nose. “My boobs, really?”

You nodded. “You forget I’m obsessed with boobs. They’re my favorite part of a woman’s body.”

“And have you been touching some since you left?” she curiously asked.

“Yes,” you said. “Never as good as yours, though.”

She nodded. Her gaze moved down to your lips and she parted her mouth. She looked as though she would eat you whole. But all she did was ask, “Did you only sleep with girls?”

A ball of confusion emerged in your throat and you bit down on your raw lip. “No…”

“Fuck,” Ellie moaned and threw her head back.

“But they never made me come. They all had little dicks and big attitudes.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” she asked.

You shrugged. “You only ever gave me life altering orgasms. My legs never shook for longer than a minute with these people.”

“You weren’t being fucked right,” she stated.

You nodded. “Sadly. This pussy hasn’t been domesticated for two years, baby.”

She laughed. Then her face fell. She pulled you closer as she sat up. You sat on her lap now and her hands were still wrapped around your waist. Her eyes would not leave your mouth, no matter how badly you wanted her to look at your eyes. Or anything but your lips.

“I missed you.”

“I know,” you answered. “I know you did. I feel like we’ve told each other this already.”

“Maybe. I don’t remember.”

You ran your hands up her body and onto her shoulders. You remained that way for a silent minute before she smoothed her hands up your back. She raked her fingernails down your back as well, and grabbed your ass on the way to your thighs. You trembled.

“I miss fucking you,” she whispered.

You giggled. “I do too. You used to try and act like you were the biggest top ever. Fucking liar.”

“I was,” she retorted.

“No,” you whispered, “You weren’t. You liked being fucked like a ragdoll, don’t you remember?”

Ellie pulled you closer and dragged her nose along your neck. She breathed against your neck, forming goosebumps along her path. She found your ear and kissed it, drilling her words, “I might remember,” into your eardrum.

You groaned. You held her head there and writhed against her as she kissed and sucked on your neck. You would regret this in the morning, you knew you would. Ellie hadn’t yet said the words, “We’re through,” so the relationship still hung in the air. But Ellie felt so good, and you missed her lips and her body and her fingers. So you shut your eyes and let her grab and kiss you.

Ellie nudged your chin up with her nose and began kissing along your jaw. She peppered kisses up to the corner of your mouth and when you grinded harder onto her leg, she engulfed your lips.

“Fuck,” you mumbled into her mouth.

She pulled you down onto the ground again and rolled you onto your back so she hovered over you. You scratched at her hips and made sure a leg was between her thighs. You pulled her harshly so her core met your thigh and she let out a loud sigh.

“Fuck me,” she cried. “I miss you.”

You hummed. “You just gonna sit there and look that hot or are you gonna start dropping some clothes?” She laughed and grabbed the edge of her shirt. She pulled it off her body and threw it onto the floor beside you. Your mouth fell open. “No bra? You’re naughty.”

She rolled her eyes and looked down at your wandering hands as you engulfed her tits. You tried sitting up but she knocked you back down with her hands around your neck. She leaned down as you played with her nipples and kissed your open mouth. She prodded at your tongue with her own and you slightly lifted yourself off the ground. But once more, she pushed you down.

“Don’t move,” she reprimanded, and slowly inched her way down your body. She kissed your neck and collarbone and scratched at your shirt. “Now sit up,” she said, and you did so. You removed your shirt and pushed it to the side. Ellie now peeled your bra aside and massaged your tits. You tried holding in your moans, but you simply couldn’t. Your moans must’ve been motivational to Ellie because she began grinding onto your thigh.

“You’re so good,” you said. “You’re so good with your stupid fucking mouth and your hands and lips.”

She chuckled, sending vibrations down your body to your core. She hummed and continued licking and sucking your nipple. She had enjoyed this part about sex with you, she had said it herself every time you’d fuck: I love your tits, baby. Sucking on them and watching you fucking melt into me. She was a demon when it came to foreplay.

You wanted her fingers deep inside of you, but you also wanted yours so deep into her that she scrunched up your nose and begged you to let her finish. It was a beautiful sight that made you wetter than a waterpark.

The wetness between your thighs was becoming entirely too uncomfortable and all you wanted was to feel her pussy against yours with no fabric between you. Just pure skin and folds. But you were on the floor full of dusty boxes and one singular lamp.

You stuck to fondling her boobs and gripping her ass and Ellie stuck to sucking on your tits and littering you with hickies. That was best for the time being, but as you grew impatient–and even wetter–you pulled her off of you and pushed her onto the ground again. You scooted down to her jeans and began unbuttoning them. You eagerly pulled them off and whined as you were met with her boxers.

You caressed her thighs and pinched the skin that met the fabric of her boxers. “You gonna pull them off or are you just going to stare.”

You shook her head and stood up. You unbuttoned your own jeans and pulled them off, kicking them right where hers laid. You sunk back down onto the floor–right overtop her left leg. Your core met her bare leg and you winced. You were overstimulated and overly horny, which made you a… mess.

You began rocking against her thigh, landing a loud moan against Ellie’s shoulder. “Fuuuck,” you cursed. “Fuck, I missed this.”

“Yeah?” Ellie groaned. You nodded and slipped your hand into Ellie’s boxers. You rubbed a quick circle around her clit and she moaned as loud as she could into the damp air. “Fuck me, YN. Fuck me with your fingers, I need you.”

This was both a motivation to rub her clit and ram your fingers into her, as well as grind your hips down onto her thigh.

Good thing you were great at multitasking.

You rubbed her clit and the noises that bounced off the walls was like music to your ears. That and the sound of Ellie’s quick breaths beating against your chest. She held you tightly against her as best as she could as you fucked her.

It was great–the fucking–until a shiny bright personality walked into the room and screamed.

You instantly pulled your hand out of Ellie’s boxers and held your wrist limply behind her back. You held her to you while trying to preserve as much juice on your fingers as you could.

“Dina!” you exclaimed. “Knock!”

“YN!” she replied. “Don’t fuck Ellie with the door unlocked!”

You groaned and dropped your forehead onto Ellie’s shoulder. “Okay well can you get out?”

“No,” she said. “Get dressed and let’s go tell Madelaine the fucking bitch that Ellie is officially done with her. Because you are considered a homewrecker.”

You rolled your eyes and nodded. “Fine. Fine, just give us a sec.”

“I’ll be standing outside of the door to make sure you’re just changing and not resuming your little… Devil’s Tango.”

“Okay! Get out!”

Dina squinted at the both of you as she walked back out. This left you and Ellie topless, annoyed, and needy. You planted a quick kiss on her forehead and pulled away. You clothed yourself in silence and only said one singular sentence when you were both changed: “We’ll be fine.”

taglist:

@evangelinejxy @machetegirl109 @zahrwa

[sh2r-remade]

bisexual william afton / "steve raglan" icons !

[ethan-isme]

Look at him!!! Nothing bad has ever happened to him and nothing bad will ever happen to him!!!! (I’m in denial)

[poopingonthefloor]

LATE TO THE PARTY AS I USUALLY AM. BUT HELLO. 

(tiny variants under the cut) ( if you want any other variants + characters FEEL FREE TO SEND AN ASK. I can do any other character --- preferably a dsaf character (doesnt need to be just the pixel men) but I suppose if im feeling generous I can do any other.)

((alternate gay flag dave --- I HAVE KNOW KNOWLEDGE OR INVOLVEMENT IN ANY SORT OF CONTROVERSY LOL!!!!!! this is merely for the sake of others prefrence since I know some people use this one. I personally prefer the rainbow gay flag but yahhhh lolol whatever and what not)

(Also trans jack variant becuase I am always falling on and off this headcanon. sometimes Im like ohh yeah so true and then sometimes im like hmmmm naw so. not 100% saying my jack IS transgender but also not 100% saying my jack is cisgender. its kept vague and up in the air. yes. anyways yeah just in case anyone wants that one lol)

[villanelleskiss]

y’all smell somethin’? 👀

[romana-after-dark]

Apple

Bisexual!Dark!Santiago Garcia x fem!reader Bisexual!Dark!Frankie Morales x fem!readr Bisexual!Dark!William Miller x fem! reader

Masterlist : Taglist : Read on AO3

Summary: Based on an request. I took a little liberty here and there. You are married to Santi and you and him dabble in CNC scenes. This time, Santi enlists the help of Will and Frankie. Slowly, things start to devolve, and things get heated between the three men that was not discussed prior. This culminates when you try to safeword and you find Will's fingers in your mouth.

Contenant And Warnings: WARNINGS! DDDNE!: CNC FANASY BUT IT TURNS NON CON, DONT BE FOOLED. This is not simple a cnc scene. Safe word is stopped and ignored. Acts happen between the men that while not involving read, reader did not consent to her husband engaging in sexual acts with anyone other than her. Santi is a little mean to Frankie but Frankie is into degrading. Dick too big to take, bisexual madness, calling Frankie a puppy, desperate and needy Frankie, unintentional edging and premature ejaculation, bukkake, penetration before properly wet. IDK I feel like there should be more? LMK if I missed anything.

*I do not take requests, but if you have ideas, I'm happy to hear them and might end up using it if it speaks to me*

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It all had started out as a simple fantasy, something you played with at night if Santi was gone or asleep; his life keeping him out at odd hours. Google said it was normal, having a rape fantasy; or non con/dub con as fanfiction called it, but in the real world it was just rape. Now, you didn’t want to be raped, let’s make that clear, and your husband was not a rapist, but the two of you had played around with some scenes where you were ‘forced’. Of course, the two of you always had safe words and signals that you weren’t afraid to use. You loved Santi dearly, he was everything to you and you appreciated that you could be open about your fantasies with him.

The idea had also been tossed around of sharing you with the guys. Santi’s best friend, Frankie, and the two Miller brothers were like family to you now, and you couldn’t deny they were all attractive, especially the older brother, Will. Will was tall, not as tall as Benny, but close, and he made up for it with insanely broad shoulders. He was handsome with kind eyes and you couldn’t deny you had wanted him mostly of all. Santi confirmed all the guys found you attractive as well. The sex hadn’t manifested yet, but after sharing a specific fantasy of yours, Santi had suggested this was the perfect opportunity to start.

 Now, having all 4 of them would be a lot, so Santi talked to the guys first. Will and Frankie were interested, Benny was out. He said he was in for another scenario, but CNC just wasn’t his scene, no judgment.

The fantasy was simple. A home invasion. You weren’t going to know what day, but you’d go to bed with Santi as usual and wake up to 3 masked men beginning their assault on you. You had a safe word, of course: apple . You’d use that if you needed to.

Finally, the night came. Santi had given no clues as to when it would be, but you had assumed it would be night you didn’t work the next day. Generally, you hated your sleep interrupted, especially when you worked, so Santi planned it when you could sleep in nice and good the next day. Santi kissed you goodnight, cuddling you up in his arms like most nights and you fell asleep in his loving embrace.

You woke up to a gag in your mouth and hands pinned to the bed. You tried screaming, but only half-heartedly. You recognized Frankie’s soft curls around the handkerchief over his face, and knew right away what was going on. It was finally happening. 

A firm hand slapped you before gripping your cheeks, forcing you to your husbands eyes. Will must be the one holding you down. “No need for that, bebecita” He chided. “We won’t hurt you if you behave, can you do that?”

This part was discussed, you were to keep quiet so they could take the gag out, allowing you to use the safe word if needed. Frankie was sitting back on his haunches between you spread open legs, looking hungrily between your barely clothed sex in your lacy underwear. You nodded for anti and he pulled down the gag, allowing you to get full breaths in as Frankie caressed your soft thighs. 

“Please,” You beg them. “You can take what you want, please don’t hurt me! I have a husband.” 

Frankie pulled down his sweat, freeing his massive cock from his pants and god, it lived up to the rumors. Big-dick Morales’s size was legendary, and you were getting wet just thinking about it.

“Oh baby, we’ll be taking what we want, don’t you worry.” He leaned in close, mouth up against your cheek. “You.” He nodded to Frankie, and with his leader's permission, Frankie pulled your panties aside and unceremoniously thrust into you in one go. You gasp, the air knocked out of you as you swear you felt him in your diaphragm. You weren’t properly wet and it stung, Frankies neediness taking over forethought for your preparation… but you adjust. You hear Will chuckle above you.

“Look at her, Fish. She can barely take you, how’s she supposed to take me?” 

Oh. What’s that supposed to mean?

Frankie’s thrusts were desperate, his body folding over you in a whine as he ruts into you like a dog, panting like one too. “F-fuck, so pretty, so tight… o-ohmygooood.”

“Fuck her good, Frank” Santi demanded at the bedside. “Stretch her out for Will, don’t fucking cum yet.” What did Santi know that you didn’t? Was Will bigger than Frankie? How was that possible, and how could that even fit? Will’s grip was bruising at your wrists, his hips shifting and you could feel the head of his cock rubbing against where your head lay against his lap.

“Mmmhmm” Frankie moans. “I dunno if I can hold on much longer, Pope… please”

“Fish” Sternly, Santi warns him. “Don’t you fucking dare.” His hand skims over Frankie’s sweaty, bare back.

“Pope, I ca- ooohhhhh ” With a pathetic whine, Frankie’s hips stuttered and stalled inside you, filling you up with his warmth.

“God fucking dammit Frankie!” Santi shouted in faux anger, yanking Frankie off you and shoving him to lay on the. “Lay their and get yourself hard again, you pathetic old man. Will, help me flip her. Frankie’s going to watch.” The pressure from your wrists was released, and before you knew it the pair had moved you to your hands and knee.

Santi slid in without any problems, Frankie having stretched you out good, and Santi wasn’t small by any means either. “Your poor stretched out little hole.” Santi shoved your face in between Will’s legs, forcing you to feel his hardness even though his pants as he pumped you full. “Where’s your husband now, little girl? He still gonna want you after find out you let 3 strange men fuck you?” Above you, you could hear a wet smacking… were Santi and Will… No, he wouldn’t. You hadn’t discussed Santi kissing or touching others… he wouldn't do that without talking to you.

Santi was more deliberate in his movements. As your husband, he knew just where you hit to make out cry out; the sounds muffled by Will, Will’s musk in your nose as he thrust his hips at you for stimulation.

“Desperate girl.” Will mocked you. “I can hear your wet pussy from here.”

Frankie groaned, and Santi turned to see him just where he left him, on his back on the bed with his cock fully hard again in his hand. Santi grabbed your hair, pulling you up. “Will, take off your pants. Frankie, you weren’t very nice, were you? Not making her cum. Come give her a kiss to say sorry.”

Santi was on the verge of making you cum, your wall tightening up quickly as Frankie’s unintentional edging. Frankie crawling over to where Santi had forced your face to turn as he fucked you and did as he was told, kissing you sloppily. He was a good kisser, no holds barred, exploring your mouth with his skilled tongue and it felt like he was trying to devour you. You soon realize Santi’s intentions. Santi always had a plan, you see, every move was deliberate, intentional. You feel a new hand replace Santi’s and open your eyes to see Will’s hand fisted into Frankie’s curls as well. He held you both together as he knelt naked in front of you in all his golden god-like glory, pressing his hard member two your two pairs of lips.

“Fuuuuck” Will groaned deeply. “Yeah, make it nice and wet.” You continued making out with Frankie around Will’s thrusting cock when you finally came.

Everyone could feel when you did, Santi from your pulsing cunt to Frankie and Will from the way your jaw went slack, cumming so hard you collapse onto the bed, leaving Frankie to take Will’s cock. 

“FUCK!” Santi pulled out quickly when you came, gripping both your ass cheeks and smacking them as he breathed heavy, trying not to cum. He couldn’t very well cum when he had chided Frankie for doing so. Not when he had a plan. “Enough of that.” By your hair, Santi pulled you up right, sucking bruises into your neck with his still-hard cock nestled between your ass cheeks. “Frankie, get on the ground, on your knees.” He continued playing with your body as Frankie moved, Will taking his place next to Santi. “Such a pretty little captive.” Santi shoved you back down, telling Will to do what he liked and he climbed off the bed.

Santi fisted his hands in Frankie’s hair and soon a room was filled with the soft gluck gluck gluck of Frankie getting throated. “Good puppy.” He praised. What was happening? Since when had your husband been gay? Why was he doing all these things you hadn't agreed too? You would have said yes, of course… but why didn’t he just ask?

Will, however, was taking his time. Always a patient man, he went last for a reason. He took his time undressing you fully, his heavy cock twitching in anticipation. “Beautiful, beautiful….” he murmured in reverence, fingers trailing all the way down your naked body. “I’ll go slow, princess. I promise.” He did, but it was still a lot, even after Frankie. Despite the slow start, when you had managed to take him all in he quickly sped up his actions. Fuck, it hurt. It didn’t stop hurting, tears falling down your checks even after an orgasm painfully opened your body up more. Will’s hands were all over you, groping and slapping and kneading, and it was all becoming too much. You tried to hold off, tried to wait until Will was done, but Will wasn’t going to be done anytime soon, was he?

William Miller was a patient man, after all.

It was too much, as your pillow grew wet with tears of pain, you began to say the safe word as will thumbed them away. “Ap- mmph!” Will shoved his fingers in your mouth and continued thrusting harder. You tried to talk, tried to communicate that you wanted to stop, but Will just laughed. “Putting up suck a pretty fight”

The fight was a part of the scene. Saying no was a part of the scene. The safe word was supposed to break it. You look to your husband, but he’s so lost in Frankie’s mouth he doesn’t notice. Another orgasm breaks, your body betraying you to Will’s assault. 

“That’s number three, boys, I think I made up for Frankie.” He continued fucking into you and Santi yanked his friend off his cock, Frankie chasing him even still. “C’mon, puppy boy, other side of the bed.” He tugged the other man up by the collar of his shirt, and by the way he way panting from the face fuck, the puppy nicknamed seemed fitting. 

Frankie knelt on the other side of the bed while Santi stood on his side, Will still fucking you. “Everyone ready?”

“Yes” Will, who only now removed his fingers from you. There was no point in safewording now.

“Y-es” Frankie choked out.

Will pulled out of you to your relieved sobs, the pain slowly starting to subside as the three men jerk their dicks in front of you, a chorus of moans from the men surrounding you. Their hot, warm cum coated your body in stickiness, creating a canvas of their own release on your skin. 

It took a while for anyone to move, everyone laying on the bed with you as your mind reeled from what just happened. Will couldn’t have heard you, right? He never would had stopped you from saying your safe word if he knew, right? 

Eventually, Santi drew you a bath and when he left, Will began stroking your hair. “Did so good, princess. So fucking good for us.” You wanted to vomit.

While in the bath, Santi and Will get Frankie to bed in another room, Will going to sleep with Frankie in his arms. You wouldn’t know that part, of course.

Santi cleans you off of all the cum, drains the bath and dries you off before laying you down in the bed. It was a palace of safety, your marital bed and now it was violated. Maybe you could convince Santiago it was time for a new mattress.

He dressed you in the warmest clothes, making sure you drank more water before laying down with you in his arms, cuddling like you had before this all started. “How was everything, bebita?” 

Do you tell him? Do you tell him the man he trusted with his life, the man he trusted with you, the man who had saved him and Benny and Frankie countless times in the battlefield had violated you? How would you prove it? Would Santi believe you? You couldn’t bare it if Santi doubted you… and what if you were wrong? Accusing Will of something like that? Will was a good man, wasn’t he?

And what if you were right? What if Will did it on purpose? What if Santi believed you? How could you ruin one of his closest friendships? For something you weren't even sure was intentional… just like him getting his dick sucked by Frankie… it just happened. Unintentional. Thats it.

“Good, Santi. I’m just tired.”

Santi smiled at you, tucking you into bed and kissing your cheek. “I bet. You get your rest, mi chica perfecta. I’ll be right here.”

It was going to be fine, everything would be okay. It was a mistake, that’s all. A mistake. And him and the guys… it was just tonight. There was nothing to worry about. It was the heat of the moment. You close your eyes, letting sleep take you with Santi’s arms closely around your middle. It had to be a mistake, because Santi would never let anyone hurt you, ever.

What you didn’t know was Will heard you. Frankie heard you.

Santi heard you.

But they couldn’t stop. Not with Will destroying your sweet little pussy. Not with Santi jamming his cock down Frankie’s eager throat like they’d both wanted to for decades. It was all too good. They needed to cum on you, to mix themselves together in that way; a goresque take on blood brothers. All those years, all the sexual tension, the almost kisses, the nights they fisted their cocks to the thought of their friends mouths… but they could never admit it. They could never admit to themselves what they were; they needed a vessel, an interject. Something to conduct it all together so it wasn’t so goddamn blatant. 

They needed this.

You needed this.

They needed you.

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[achilles-rage]

wow look, another show that proves i can never come out to my parents after seeing their reactions to episode 3 and 7😍😍😍

[not-approvedtrash]

my favorite detail about dina’s character design is that she cuffs her jeans

[sourchicken]

The sad thing is, many low class dumb asses, racists, gaslighters, Jew haters, etc, already want to be you.

Gaslighting, for the MDs. Why? Free of charge too?

Wow.

Though, many are saying, “no, no, the MDs need to learn lessons.”

Fuck Drs. Most are such trash.

— class is in. Wow. When do I get paid for this?

— Vanderbilt said they don’t want to comply with “clean medicine.” Racists, and apparently fake trauma Christinas.

Revisits … lol.

Do we mock the fake revisits until the women break?

Lol, this is a public health crisis. White women …

[mourningmaybells]

so funny reading all these reviews from the past and present, talking about how vincent price was miscast as robert in the i am legend film adaptation... everyone talking about how he’s not rugged enough to be the last survivor of the apocalypse, and they should have cast harrison ford

meanwhile I, who’s seen the post-apocalypse and survival horror genre after the effects of the original I Am Legend, see him and go:

 🥺 he wants to have a cocker spaniel friend 🥺 he can only kill creatures when they’re at they’re weakest 🥺 he’s not even remotely trying to flirt with ruth 🥺 he is not like the other girls (survival horror men) 🥺

[romanarose]

Hungry Hearts

Santiago Garcia x fem!reader x William Miller

Masterlist : Tripe Frontier Masterist

Summary: You and Santi invite Will into your marital bed.

Warnings: PIV sex, blowjobs, oral, anal, anal fingering, ass to mouth, dom!Santi dom!Will, double penetration, aftercare <3

A/N: This is a commission for my dear @charethcutestory02 !!! Im so sorry it took 5ever bc writers block! But theres 900 extra words bc I was possesed halfway through lmfaoooo.

A/N 2: Can take place in the Awakening Universe. This is TF orgy series with FIshBen, IronPope, and reader getting railed by all 4 guys. Can take place after Caffeine (the ironpope chapter). IM TRYING O GET THE LAST CHAPTER OUT OKAY ITS HARD WRITNG 5 BODIES AND THEY ARE ALL BISEXUAL

Everything was a blur at this point, nothing but pleasure between your legs.

Santiago and Will were knelt at the end of the bed, your legs spread and slung over either of their shoulders as they licked into you, tongues intertwining, sloppy and wet. The focus was on you, bringing you to orgasm again and again until you were sobbing, but the pair never missed an opportunity to kiss each other if they could help it. Right now, Will was sucking your pussy lips and clit, stimulating you while Santi tongue-fucked your asshole. Everything was building, on the verge of another orgasm, the third of the night so far just on their mouths and fingers.

“Wi- Will… WILL!” You entangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on the soft blonde tufts, pulling him closer into you as your orgasm crested, sweat prickling at your hairline as your breathing becomes ragged. Their mouths and fingers don’t stop, Santi’s digits squeeze deeply into the flesh of your thighs. It all stills over, cuming on their face and riding out your orgasm by bucking against them. 

You let go of Will’s hair, falling back onto the bed with a final sigh, feeling blissed out, but as the orgasm faded away you rub your legs together.

You can hear Santiago chuckle. “I think your wife is still feeling awfully needy, Will…” He caresses your thigh, kissing your stomach as he makes his way around your body.

Santi appears from between your legs, popping his head up and over the bed with a big dopey smile on his face that glistened with your slick. 

“Don’t I know it, little minx is just insatiable.” Santi kissed your puffy, wet pussy, making your sensitive body shudder. “That’s why you’re here, I can’t keep her satisfied all by myself.”

Well, that wasn’t true. You were constantly horny, but Santi did a great job of satisfying you. Will was here because you were a whore and Santi’s wanted to fuck his friend for 2 decades. Santiago wouldn’t be getting filled tonight, no, he just wanted to explore, and explore he is.

Will’s body laid sculpted next to you, built like a Greek god, beautiful and strong. He reminded you of Apollo. He pulled you close, kissing you tenderly as Santiago stood up, taking his cock in his fist tapping the tip of it on your clit. 

“Keep kissing her, Will…” Santiago spoke, sliding the tip up and down your slick folds. “Keep touching my wife’s pretty body for me…”

You whimper into Will’s mouth, relishing his taste, his sweet kisses, his masculine presence. You could still taste your cum when you swiped over his lips.

Santiago was your husband, your rock, your best friend, your everything. Nothing could compare to what you felt for him, and the way he treated you was remarkable. Never in your life had you met someone who fucked you so thuroughly and held you so gently. He was dominant, but not in the way that he controlled you. Rather, it was how he controlled things for you. 

Santi orders your food not because he was making choices on what or how much you should eat, but that he knew what you liked.

Santi holds the door, not because you can’t, but that he doesn’t want you to bother.

When Santi walks on a sidewalk with him, he doesn’t walk on the side closest to the road it’s not because he doesn’t think you can handle yourself, it’s because he values your safety above his.

And when he thrusts into you like he is now, when he slams his cock inside you for the first time today, when he pounds you relentlessly, hips slamming so hard you wake up bruised, it’s not because he’s angry or wants to hurt you. It’s because he knows you can take it. It’s because he knows you want it.

“S-Santi…” You pant, hand desperately trying to find purchase, stability, something to hold onto, landing on Will’s sticky back. As Santiago fucked you, Will sucked and pawed at your tits. Will was a tit man, through and through. Ever the giver, he played with your clit, rubbing you in time to Santiago’s tempo and making each thrust a burst of delight. 

“Come for me, princess. Come on your handsome husband’s cock…” Will took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Hol y fuck, his mouth.

“I– I dunno if I can …” you pant, breathless and sweaty. “I’ve cum so many times…”

“Aht, aht, aht,” Santiago slaps your thigh hard enough to make you yelp. “Little slut rubbing her legs together, begging to get fill, now she can’t take it? Mm mm mm… what are we gonna do with her, Will?” He muses.

Will let go of your breast, giving one more lick over the hardened peak. “I think, since she wants cock so much, we should give her more…”

“You want that, baby?” Santiago asks, a little bit mocking but also double checking if you were still okay being shared. “Wanna get your tight little holes stuffed?”

“Yes” You choke out a sob. “Yes, pleasepleaseplease-” You begging is cut off, Will grabbing your face and pulling you into a searing kiss. 

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, princess.”

Santi pulls out of you, and before you have a chance to say anything, Will’s strong arm wraps around you, pulling you with him as he rolls onto his back. Suddenly you were lying on top of Will's broad, firm body. He was all muscle, but to you it felt like home.

Will notched himself at your entrance, his cock thick and long and intimidating. “Take my cock, baby. You’re such a slut for it, you take it.”

Whimpering, tears of pleasure burning behind your eyes, you sink yourself down on him, the stretch incredible even after Santi. Apparently, you were taking too long. Santi kneels behind you, hands on your hips, pulling you down but still gentle.

“Theeeeere you go, pretty girl… Just like that… take his dick inside you… so good… so good.”

Will moans in your ear, echoing Santi. “So good…”

One of Santi’s hands moved from your hip to Will’s thigh, caressing the man, giving him a squeeze. “Take his dick, baby… there you go, oooh so good.”

With Will fully stuffed inside you, you didn’t think it was possible to feel more full, until Santi put two fingers inside your ass. 

“Ooooh…” You sigh out, going nearly limp on Will’s body. Santi had scissored you open pretty well while he and Will were going down on you, and you knew he was going to put his dick in your ass but was just making sure you were open and wet enough with lube. Still, you were growing impatient. You needed to be fucked, now.

“Santi…” You cry. “Please, I can take it…” But Santiago gives you a light swat.

“Behave, baby.”

But you didn’t want to. You wanted to be fucked, you wanted to be filled, you wanted to be so full of dick you couldn’t see straight. You wanted to be ravaged until you passed out. So you begin moving your body up and down Will’s dick.

SMACK!

Santi’s hand cracks down on your ass, making you cry in pain. 

Will clapped both of his hands over your ass, stinging even more. “I think he told you to behave, princess? Didn’t he?” His voice was low and deep in your ear, dripping like honey. “You need to behave.” Will grips your hips, keeping you still.

Leaning over, Santi licked a stripe from your pussy to your asshole. “I think she’s ready, Ironhead.”

You were, oh god you were… Santiago slides inside your asshole with ease, the lube and his thorough work opening you up making it not painful. It was, however, a stretch, stuffing you full of big cocks in both holes. All that existed was Santi or Will, nothing more, nothing less. Santi began slowly, groaning out loud as he fucked into your tight hole, stretching you over and over again as he folded over your body. You cling to Will for stability, Santi sandwiching you between your husband and your lover as they fucked inside you.

“So… fucking… tight…” Santi grunted in your ear between thrusts, his breath hot against your burning skin as he slap, slap, slapped his hips against yours. Will was slow and steady, a contrast to the quick and erratic of Santiago, a perfect semblance of their individual natures. Santi’s chest, bare and soft, pressed against your back, his face over your shoulder and kissing your cheek as Will explored your mouth. Lips and skin and mouths and spit blurred together, and Santi and Will’s mouths intertwined. For 20 years they longed for each other, desired each other's taste and feel but could never explore.

 You were loved, you were adored, and you were in ecstasy watching your husband kiss his friend. Likewise, you’d secretly desired Will. Nothing could lessen your love for Santi, nothing in the entire world could do that, but Santi wasn’t the jealous sort. He liked having the hot wife. The sexual tension and desire between the three of you had been palpable, bursting in the bedroom together when it all culminated, unable to be held back anymore. There was no one Santi trusted with you more than Will, and no one you trusted more with Santi. His safety was your priority too. 

“Santi… love you…” You whimper and whine, reaching back to find his hand. He gave you a squeeze, reassuring you.

“Such a good girl, bebita…” Santi licks a strip up your neck.

Will locks eyes with Santiago, reaching up to grab his face and turn him to himself. “Can you feel me, Pope?” Will thrusts with extra power to deliver his point home. “Can you feel my cock stretching your wife open?” Only a thin layer of skin separated them, and they could feel each other move inside you. You shutter at the thought, the idea that their cocks were stimulating each other they did you.

Santi kisses your sweaty face, gently rubbing your shoulder so you never feel forgotten. His quiet reassurance as he spoke to his captain.

“I can feel every goddamn vein in your dick” Thrust. “I can feel every time your cock kisses her womb” Thrust. “And I can fucking smell ho wet this sweet little whore is for us.”

Will moans into Santi’s mouth, and you can feel him throb inside you and fuck, you’re just about ready to cum when-

“Up.” Will smacks Santi’s ass and yours, making both of you roll off him. Santi never lets up touching you, his hands groping your tits, stomach, ass, thighs, all while his hungry fights to have any part of you inside it. Will chuckles at the sight. “Seems like your husband has a bit of an oral fixation” Did he ever. “I think we can help that. You ready to listen, princess?”

You were, for Will, you’d be so good, so fucking good. “Y-yeah, I will-”

Kneeling at the bed, he stroked his cock, slow and tantalizing. “Say, ‘yes captain’”

As Santi suckles on your breast, rubbing circles around your clit, you watch Will jack off, powerful and imposing before you. Your eyes roll back into your head, cumming hard, your cunt pulsing around nothing but the ghost of dicks past. You moan your reply, “Yes… captain…”

When you come down from your high, you’re manhandled into place, Santi moving you per Will’s instructions towards the edge on the bed, on your stomach. Santi re-entered you from behind, his warm body covering you when you shiver. Will stood in front of you both touching himself. He was incredible to look at, both you and Santi’s eyes on him despite Santi’s mouth on your neck. 

6’2, firm, toned muscles but nothing outrageous. Blue eyes that were out of this world, bluer than the ocean and short, golden hair. His physical appearance was one thing, his kind hearted and caring nature was another, but christ, it’s the way he carried himself. Confident, self-assured, put together, pride in his appearance, his job, his service. Will didn’t stutter or second guess himself, he didn’t feel the need to put anyone down or own a giant, jacked-up, loud ass pick-up truck to make a point. Will was the first of the 5 of them to seek therapy after an ill-fated grocery store trip lead to his fiance walking out. He recognized he was in the wrong and got help, never wanting to put another woman he loved in the situation of having to jump on his back to stop him from killing someone. He was a better man for it, well-adjusted. His patience, his confidence, his big heart and bigger dick made him an excellent lover. 

The fact he was hot as hell was a bonus.

Will fucked your mouth, careful not to hurt you but knowing what you can take, he claimed you while Santi fucked fuck behind. This position had Santi getting so fucking deep in your cunt, you didn’t know which way was up. Will caught Santi staring.

“You want a turn, Pope?”

“Fuck yes”

It was difficult from your angle to watch what was happening but there was no way you were missing this, so you strained your neck. Santiago took him like a gay pornstar, Will’s cock sliding down his throat like it was nothing at all. He looked magnificent. Santi next stopped fucking your, throating Will’s throbbing member like he was made for it. Occasionally he gagged, the sound making your pussy clench around him. When he realized how much you like the sound, he didn’t hold back, gagging and moaning and drooling until his spit was dripping onto you.

Will pulled out and thrust back into you, grabbing you hair and fucking your throat like a pussy. 

“Fuck yeah, princess, choke on my cock, bet your husband can feel every time you gag.”

Santi confirmed this. “Little pussy clamps down so hard.”

Will alternated between yours and Santi’s mouths. When it was you, he throat fucked you, Santi liking to wrap a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly. It was dominance, it was power, it was showing your place. Your place was being loved by them. When he slid inside Santi, there was the clear reality that yes, Will was in charge, but it was far more mutual. Two men who had saved each other’s lives countless times now bringing each other sexual pleasure, now pleasuring a beautiful woman. It was how it was always meant to be.

Santi is almost there, you can always tell, his heavy balls slapping against you drawing up, his thrusts more erratic and unmeasured. You were going to cum too, and you wanted Will to cum with you both. You wanted it all together.

So when Will left your mouth with a ‘pop’ and fucked into Santi, you twist yourself around to suck his balls. Santi takes the lead on sucking dick so Will didn’t have to move, making it easier for you.

“Oh fuck yeah, princess…. FUCK! You both feel so goddamn good, SHIT!” He bellows about you, Santi’s cock fucking deep inside your body. “Suck my fucking cock and balls, yeah, just like that, gonna cum, gonna fuck’n come in your mouth Santi. You want that? You wanna go run to Frankie and tell him how you swallowed my cum while you filled up your wife?”

Santi nodded, both him and you delirious at the nearing orgasm. He squeezed your throat, fucking you harder and hard as your combined spit droolled all over your wet faces. You cum one final orgasm, mouth letting god of Will’s pulsing balls as he cums in Santi’s throat, collapsing weakly onto the bed. Will growls with his release, fucking him cum into Santi as he sputtering, coughing up the salty white as Will praises you both. Santi cums last, a loud moan filling the now quieting room, wailing out his final release and pounding into you, pressing your face down into the bed. Santi’s last sounds almost echo in the room, hanging there as you lay exhausted on the bed. Fuck, you were satisfied.

Santi’s weight was heavy on you like a weighted blanket, and you grumbled when he got off with a content sigh, falling on his back laughing. It was always a stellar fuck if Santi was laughing. 

You mumble something, but don’t even make a real attempt at a request. You’re too tired to even move your dry, stretched lips. 

“What’s that, princess?” Will asks, brushing hair out of your face.

Thankfully, Santi responds for you. “The vaseline on the bedside table. Her lips get dry.”

“Ah.” Will grabs up, rubbing a generous amount of your lips as Santi gets up. They both clean you up and help dress your limp body on warm pjs. You have Santi lay down on his stomach, and ask Will to please rub the magnesium oil on his neck and upper back where his spinal scar is. Santi sometimes gets sore after very enthusiastic sessions, while you lay beside your husband, cuddling him. You pull Will in between you both and scratch and massage his scalp, Santi thanking him for helping make this happen.

You all take care of each other.

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