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入宮

阿傑與阿成是雙胞胎兄弟，從小兩個人就幾乎長得一模一樣，常常讓人認不出來，但是在10歲那年，家裡的經濟頓時陷入困境，家中還有五位弟妹需要照顧，父親又因為身體太勞累，身體健康狀況越來越不好，走投無路的情況下，阿傑與阿成決定有一個人犧牲自己，入宮當太監，至少可以得到50兩的銀子，這筆錢至少可以讓家人過上大半年的時間，最後是身為弟弟的阿傑，即將到刀子匠劉爺那邊報到，在劉爺那邊，至少在手術這方面是相對良好的，很多要入宮的人都會選擇由他來操刀，在阿傑進去暗房之前，我都還不敢相信，阿傑要閹割成為太監這件事，直到暗房傳來了阿傑淒厲的叫聲，看來阿傑已經被閹掉了，此時，劉爺身邊的助手走出暗房，告訴娘親手術很成功，要我們可以先回去了，待兩週後再來接阿傑回去，看著娘親擔心的一直回頭看，心想阿傑千萬要好好的，很快兩週的時間到了，我們到達劉爺的住處時，看到阿傑已站在門口等我們了，看似沒有改變的阿傑，實際上已經是一個太監，劉爺將50兩的銀子拿給娘親，另外告訴娘親，待阿傑13歲時，就可以準備入宮了，隨著時間過去，阿傑也順利的在13歲那年入宮當太監，家中的經濟狀況也有些許好轉。

轉眼間七年過去了，我也已經20歲了，在京城開了一家麵攤，生意也很不錯，也因為很多人慕名而來，讓我有機會可以認識到蘭兒，蘭兒是滿族人，她是家中的獨生女，今年才16歲，我跟蘭兒雖然身分懸殊，但是我們兩人卻一見鍾情，我們還偷偷許下承諾，一定要永遠在一起，但是父親卻說什麼都要讓女兒入宮為妃，一年一次的選妃也已經開始，蘭兒也因為長得天生麗質，很快就被嘉慶皇帝選為貴人，當我聽到了這個消息，內心的痛苦讓我感到窒息，但是抗旨就是死罪，我一個老百姓怎麼可能鬥得過皇權，我只能偷偷躲在城門附近，眼睜睜看著蘭兒走進宮門，我透過信件，與在宮中的阿傑聯繫，讓阿傑替我打探蘭兒的消息，透過信中提到，蘭兒因為初次服侍皇上，得罪了皇上，還被貴妃娘娘懲罰，聽到了這些說什麼都要進去看看蘭兒，但是宮牆森嚴，豈能隨意進出，眼下找不到任何機會的時候，聽到皇上打算出宮看戲，心想或許這是個好時機，結果當天我在戲院附近偷看，蘭兒並沒有跟著皇上出宮，阿傑卻有這個機會隨皇上微服出宮，我也總算見到了多年未見的阿傑，兩個人偷偷閒話家常的聊著，我突然有個大膽的念頭，我與阿傑交換身分進入宮中，況且我們長得一模一樣，不會有人發現的，阿傑為了可以在外面玩，也答應了這次的計畫，阿傑詳細的說明進宮的注意事項，我也擔心會穿幫所以很仔細的做紀錄，我跟阿傑交換了彼此的衣服，阿傑看到我脫下褲子的那一刻，內心有點酸的感覺，阿傑指著我的命根子，語重心腸的說，要我一定要保護好我的命根子，不然我們都會完蛋的，這些我當然知道，我跟阿傑就這樣成功交換了彼此身分，我懷著忐忑的心情，跟著隊伍一起慢慢走進了宮中，我協助皇上更衣之後，我根據阿傑的口述，順利走回自己的寢室，不過考驗才正要開始，一群人住在同一個地方誰也不認識，我一刻也無法鬆懈，頓時覺得自己為什麼要冒這個險進到宮裡，但是已經沒辦法後悔了，裡頭的小安子跟小春子是阿傑的好朋友，這些事情阿傑都有告訴我，所以我必須小心謹慎，避免跟他們說話的時候說溜了嘴，很快的小安子跟小春子也陸續回到房間，兩個人一見到我，熱情的跑來跟我搭肩，跟我討要出宮的禮物，但是我當時根本沒有時間去購買伴手禮，只能跟他們說抱歉，兩個人掃興的眼神，讓我覺得很尷尬，深怕被他們發現自己根本不是阿傑，所幸他們並未發現我跟阿傑的不同，兩個人這時邀我一起去洗澡，準備要睡覺了，但是我怎麼可能會跟他們一起去洗澡，他們替我拿了一套乾淨的衣服，拉著我一起去洗澡，我拼命的推辭也無法擺脫這種困境，我們一同走到了澡堂，看著小安子他們兩開始脫掉衣物，印入眼簾的是兩個沒了命根子跟子孫袋的兩副軀體，雖然我小時候看過阿傑的，但是還是沒有想像過宮中除了皇上還有我以外，其他都是閹人這件事情，我拿著我的衣物發著呆，他們兩個人叫了我，還在發什麼呆啊，還不趕快來洗澡，我假裝自己現在肚子很痛，趕快跑了出去，暫時鬆了一口氣，一出來我又很不幸撞見吳總管，吳總管是所有後宮太監宮女的頭，所有人都要聽從他的安排，吳總管一看到我就問了，阿傑你慌慌張張的幹什麼呢，我立刻跟吳總管請安，隨意說了一個藉口，擔心自己會不會被吳總管發現自己的身分，好險吳總管沒有多問，只要我走路小心點，驚擾了主子小心命沒了，我低著頭一直點頭道歉，匆匆繞過吳總管離開這邊，吳總管此時轉頭看著我，臉上的表情似乎有點困惑，我心裡在想，才第一天而已，就差一點被發現了，我還要撐到下一次出宮門才能換回來，內心感到很不安。

時間就這樣過了兩週，每天可以說是戰戰兢兢，直到今天，我終於遇到了身在宮中的蘭兒，蘭兒見到我的時候，我小心謹慎的接近蘭兒，蘭兒先是支開了身邊的宮女，一走過來也只問我，阿傑你出宮後有遇到阿成嗎，我看著蘭兒的臉，小聲的告訴蘭兒，要蘭兒晚上到花園的石牆碰面，阿成有些話必須私下告訴你，於是我們約好在今晚子時在石牆碰面，我們晚間也順利碰面，蘭兒一開口就問，阿成到底要你跟我說什麼，為什麼必須在這時間點，我開心的告訴蘭兒，蘭兒我就是阿成，我跟阿傑偷偷交換了身分，我就想進來看看你過的好不好，蘭兒這時震驚的說，你這是瘋了嗎，你難道就不怕死嗎，被抓到是會被誅九族的，我也只告訴蘭兒，我只會在裡面一個月，而且我也已經安全度過了兩週的時間，後續我會更加小心的，你別擔心我，你告訴我你在宮中過的好不好，蘭兒靠在我的懷裡，哭泣的訴說自己的痛苦，希望我可以永遠留在她的身邊，但是這是不可能的，蘭兒根本一點也不愛皇上，而且皇上的命根子根本疲弱無力，我安慰著蘭兒，就在這一刻，我與蘭兒吻了起來，我撫摸著蘭兒的胸部，她的胸部是如此柔軟，蘭兒退下我的褲子，看到我又粗又大的陰莖，立馬眼睛發亮，立刻吸允了起來，我的陰莖蘭兒要用兩隻手才能完全握住，我讓蘭兒躺在草皮上，我摸索著蘭兒的穴，看著已經濕掉的小穴，我粗大的陽具再也忍受不了，我的陰莖正努力撐開蘭兒的小穴，也因為太粗大了，我才放進龜頭而已，蘭兒就疼到發出了聲音，我立刻摀住她的嘴巴，深怕被別人發現，隨著陰莖慢慢插入，蘭兒的穴有點流血，原來是上次蘭兒與皇上侍寢時，皇上根本沒有用破蘭兒的處女膜，此時我的陰莖更加猛烈的撞擊蘭兒的穴，隨著速度與激情越來越強烈，我溫熱的精液射入了蘭兒體內，也因為我已經很久沒有射精了，射得非常的多，我們兩人在這一夜裡就做了三次，每一次都射了很多在蘭兒體內，如果蘭兒因此懷孕了，這樣我們就不得不替蘭兒打算，於是我開始計劃，要讓蘭兒受到皇上的寵愛，於是我要蘭兒回去把自己打扮的美美的，其他由他去想想還能怎樣幫助蘭兒，過沒幾天機會就來了，打扮的漂漂亮亮的蘭兒在御花園碰見了皇上，皇上看見了蘭兒，頓時覺得她換了一個人，重新與蘭兒交談，蘭兒利用我在社會上與人打交道的經驗，成功的討好了皇上的歡心，晚上皇上就翻了蘭兒的綠頭牌，蘭兒終於順利侍寢，隔日，皇上破天荒的晉了蘭兒的位份，封為楊嬪，這幾日，我與蘭兒又偷偷的做了兩次，就在隔了一週後，沒想到蘭兒真的懷孕了，雖然太醫一度有點懷疑為什麼蘭兒能這麼快就懷上孩子，但是因為皇上與太后對蘭兒懷上孩子都非常開心，於是也就沒有多想，但是我很清楚蘭兒肚子裡的孩子是我的，因為侍寢當晚，蘭兒說皇上根本就沒有射到體內，反而還沒放進去就射了，但是至少我們矇混過關了，只要蘭兒與我的孩子未來能過的幸福，這樣我未來在宮外也可以放心了，眼看事情都往好的方向發展，我離開宮中也可以放心了，一想到我明日就要出宮了，我與蘭兒確定要分離了，內心真的很不捨，代表我再也見不到蘭兒跟我未出生的孩子，但是這是唯一的辦法，隔天我一換好輕裝就立刻拿著令牌出宮，很快來到了與阿傑約定的地方，怎知道阿傑都沒有出現，我越來越心慌，不知道阿傑究竟在哪，一直等到最後一刻，阿傑依然沒有出現，眼看皇宮就要下鑰了，再不換回來就來不及了，但時間都要到了依然等不到阿傑，我只好硬著頭皮又返回宮中，我整個不知所措的像熱鍋上的螞蟻，但是最讓人擔心的是，宮中每三個月都會要求所有太監都要重新驗身，如今三個月又快到了，小安子告訴我說，日子訂在下週五，他還跟小春子說，到時候我們三個人一起去，我整個一臉茫然的看著他們，此時，吳總管走了進來，要我到他房裡一趟，我心想平時的吳總管也不曾找過我，到底有什麼事情呢，吳總管要我把門關上，他確認周遭沒有人之後，吳總管開門見山的問，你究竟是誰，我瞬間冒汗，我裝瘋賣傻的回答吳總管，我說我是阿傑啊，還能是誰，吳總管說，你別再演戲了，昨天我到外面處理一樁命案，發現者一看到屍體是個太監，就透過關係與我聯繫了，我看到了一個長得跟你一模一樣的人，如果我猜的沒錯，你就是阿傑口中的雙胞胎哥哥吧，你為什麼會出現在這裡，你到底有什麼企圖，我眼看事情敗露，我開始跪下磕頭道歉，求吳總管饒命，一邊哭一邊訴說自己為何跟阿傑交換身分，聽完原因之後的吳總管怒斥到，你們簡直就是不要命了，這可是會被誅九族的大罪，你們這樣不僅牽連了家人，楊嬪、小安子、小春子，還有我都會被殺頭的，你們簡直就是瘋了，我求吳總管救救楊嬪，吳總管要我把頭抬起來，如今阿傑已死，而你假如想救她，只有兩條路可以走，第一條就是你繼續假扮阿傑，永遠活在這宮中，這世上再也沒有阿成這個人，第二條就是下週被檢查出來你不是阿傑，所有相關人等都難逃一死，我跟吳總管問說，只要繼續當阿傑就可以了嗎，吳總管看著我說，為了所有人的命，你當然只能繼續當阿傑，但是你必須割掉你不應該有的東西，我倒抽了一口氣，我拒絕了吳總管的建議，吳總管怒斥到，這事是我惹出來的，要我擔起所有的責任，犧牲我一個人就能救所有人，眼看木已成舟，我告訴吳總管，一切聽從吳總管安排，吳總管說給他一天的時間準備，明天再幫我執行閹割，他要我回去的時候，絕對不能說出這件事，必須裝作自己是阿傑，必須做到神不知鬼不覺，小安子跟小春子看我從吳總管那邊回來，問我究竟發生了什麼事，我不能告訴他們真相，於是我只能騙他們說，我今天出去忘記買吳總管需要的東西，他很是生氣的懲罰我，小安子他們很擔心的檢查了我的身體，看我哪裡受傷了，我只跟他們說我沒事的，要他們早點去休息，他們說，要我跟他們一起去洗澡，他們說我已經推辭他們太多次了，這次說什麼都要跟我一起洗，我正當自己無法逃過一劫的時候，蘭兒此時派了一個小太監來找我，要我過去找她一趟，我立刻跟著小太監一起前往楊嬪的寢宮，一進入楊嬪寢宮後，蘭兒要其他人都退下，她以為阿傑已經成功跟我交換回來了，於是問我，阿成有沒有順利回到家，我難過的告訴了蘭兒所有事情的經過，蘭兒難過的哭了起來，因為她知道我明天就要被閹割了，現在反倒是蘭兒比我還要難過，我還安慰了蘭兒說，至少我們可以永遠在一起了，蘭兒還是一直在哭，我告訴蘭兒，你不要再哭了，沒事的，我只是少了一塊肉而已，蘭兒說這是多麼大的恥辱啊，你為了我竟然犧牲到這個地步，我跟蘭兒說，只要你跟肚子裡的孩子可以平平安安的，這絕對不是犧牲，我已經很滿足了，我擦掉蘭兒的眼淚，要她不要擔心我，她親了我，並且雙手摸著我的命根子，我很快又硬了起來，蘭兒吸允著我的陰莖，撫摸著我的睪丸，想讓我感受最後一次的幸福，自從蘭兒懷孕後，我也已經有將近兩週沒有射了，早已硬的不像話，很快一股股濃精射了出來，累積兩星期的精液，蘭兒一點也沒有浪費的全吞了進去，看著蘭兒滿足的表情，我也體驗過最後一次的射精，我已經沒有什麼遺憾的了，蘭兒允諾我，她要皇上把我安排到她的身邊當差，我開心的抱著蘭兒，心想只要可以永遠跟蘭兒跟我的孩子在一起，我什麼都可以接受，此時我不能久留在蘭兒的寢宮，於是依依不捨的離開了，回到我的寢室後，我坐在床邊思索，心想未來如何幫助蘭兒上位。

隔天一早，吳總管告訴我說要我晚上子時到敬事房，早上我依舊扮演好自己的角色，夜裡我懷著緊張不安的心情，來到了男人的地獄，敬事房，吳總管要我進來後，他昨日已安排好所有人，今天晚上不會有任何人進來這裡，我脫了身上的太監服，吳總管要我躺上台子，我整個人呈現了一個大字，吳總管將我的雙手雙腳緊緊的固定住怕我掙扎，腹部也被纏的緊緊的，此時我的命根子全部赤裸裸的展現在吳總管面前，一旁的止血散、麥稈、麻水、熟雞蛋、辣椒水都早已準備好，吳總管看著我的陽具，感嘆的說到，做什麼事不好，偏要進宮挑戰威威皇權，吳總管撫摸了我的陽具，我因為太緊張又硬了起來，吳總管握著我粗大的陰莖說到，看到你這陽具要被割掉，我也是覺得挺可惜的，可惜阿可惜，不過你也別怨，宮規就是如此，吳總管摸著我的蛋蛋，他說他其實沒有看過成年男性的命根子，所以有點好奇，畢竟入宮的人基本上都在小時候就閹掉了，所以這還是他第一次看到，很快吳總管拿了一碗麻水給我喝下，我被餵下麻水之後，隨著藥效開始慢慢發作，我感覺我的腦袋有點混亂，吳總管從樑上拉下一條細麻繩，繩圈套住了我的龜頭，吳總管轉動一旁的齒輪，我的陰莖被拉的很高很緊，讓我覺得有點不舒服，隨即又拿了一條細繩將我的兩顆蛋蛋綁緊，眼看一切準備就緒，吳總管將熟雞蛋塞進我的嘴裡，並且告訴我說，忍耐一下馬上就好了，他拿起了一旁的弧形彎刀，用火烤了一下，他握著我的兩顆蛋蛋，緊接著一刀就將兩顆蛋蛋連同子孫袋一起割下，我痛到吶喊，但是我的嘴裡有著雞蛋，讓我無法發出聲音，吳總管將割下來的蛋蛋放到一旁的盤子裡，並敷上了止血散後，吳總管準備割下我的命根子，他告訴我說，沒有人能忍受割下命根子的痛，你就別想太多了，暈倒了也沒有關係，我會幫你處理好的，我開始割了喔，吳總管就一瞬間的功夫，刀子就沿著我命根子的根部割了下去，我瞬間痛的冷汗直冒，叫聲早已無法抵消切斷陰莖帶來的巨痛，暈過去之前，我看到我被切斷的陰莖隨著繩子擺盪，我便痛暈了過去，我迷糊的隱約看到了吳總管正在處理我的寶貝，吳總管將我的命根子還有兩顆蛋蛋放進裝有半甕石灰的罐子中，以吸乾所有的水分，還用大紅布包好瓶口，我沒過多久就因為疼痛而醒來，但是因為太痛了我根本無法起身，看我下體剩一根麥稈插著，吳總管請了一個心腹小太監來照顧我，小太監說這要等三天後才能拔掉，確定尿道沒有因為傷口復原而堵住了，拔掉如果尿液能順利排出就算完成了，我知道你現在雖然很疼，但是你必須下床走動，不然之後會影響你走路的，我感覺我的傷口很腫脹，疼痛的難以走路，但是為了蘭兒，為了我的孩子，我一定要忍耐，隨著小太監的照顧下，我在第三天拔除麥稈之後，因為還沒有學會如何控制排尿，尿液噴的到處都是，此次閹割非常的順利，在透過吳總管跟小太監的細心照顧下，一週後我順利的離開了敬事房，如今我已經是一個太監，雖然我不用再擔心被別人發現自己是男人，但是少了它還是會覺得很難受，回到寢室後，小安子問我這一週到底是被安排去做什麼事呢，怎麼都沒有回來這裡，我謊稱吳總管要我去宮外替他辦點事，於是就這樣花了一週的時間，此時小春子也回來了，他感到很高興的跑來找我聊天，說我終於回來了，不過這不重要，重要的是我們趕快去洗澡，不然就快沒熱水了，這次我不再拒絕，跟著他們去到了澡堂，三個人脫光了衣服，露出了三個沒了命根子的肉體，小安子跟小春子說，好久沒有看到你跟我們一起洗澡了，你要替我們刷背才行，我也沒有拒絕，幫他們刷了背之後，他們也搶著替我刷背，於是我先讓小安子替我刷背，此時我心想，明天一定要去見蘭兒，至少讓她知道我平安回來了，回到了寢室後，吳總管來了，他跟我說我的寶貝目前放在他的寢室，問我打算什麼時候拿回去，我告訴了吳總管，我明日就去拿，感謝吳總管的大力幫助，以後不論吳總管要我做什麼，我都會誓死完成任務的，他回我說，這你就不必了，我只是想保住自己的性命罷了。

隔日，我跟蘭兒見面的時候，我們抱在一起，蘭兒問我傷口還疼嗎，我告訴她雖然傷口還沒有完全好，但是在復原過程中，我一直都想著你跟孩子，這是我唯一支撐下去的動力，蘭兒摸了一下我的褲襠，把我的褲子脫下，原本有著兩顆蛋蛋跟一根大陽具的地方，真的連一丁點都沒有了，蘭兒看著雖然難過但是心想至少還有彼此的陪伴，很快我也因為蘭兒向皇上請願，我順利的來到蘭兒的宮裡當職，每當夜裡我就會偷偷來到蘭兒的床上，陪著蘭兒一同入睡，天亮前就偷偷離開，很快就等到了蘭兒的生產期，我在寢殿外很是著急，聽著蘭兒撕心裂肺的叫聲，恨不得自己可以代替她，不久之後，孩子的哭聲傳遍了整個皇宮，我很開心的看著殿內，希望可以看看自己的孩子，很快產婆將孩子抱到偏殿，將蘭兒生了一位公子的好消息告訴皇上，皇上高興壞了，大大的賞了在場所有人，並將孩子賜名綿愉，而蘭兒也晉封為賢妃，看到蘭兒替我生了一個兒子，我真的很感動，至少我們家有後了，看著孩子越來越大，跟我和蘭兒是越來越像，我心裡高興壞了，雖然不能相認，但是這樣看著孩子跟蘭兒能過著錦衣玉食的生活，那也足夠了，綿愉在小時候也會叫我爹爹，我真的覺得我很幸福，而因為有蘭兒的幫助，我的其他兄弟姊妹也可以好好的生活下去，品質也得到很大的提升，蘭兒在綿愉五歲後，正式成為賢貴妃，而我的地位也得到了許多提升，在京城外還有一間自己的宅子，我也將自己的寶貝存放在外面的宅子，我在前年也將阿傑的寶貝給贖了回來，我把阿傑的寶貝放進自己的甕裡，畢竟我現在也叫阿傑，如果有兩個寶貝罐也顯得奇怪，閹割到現在也已經過了五年多，我也早已習慣沒有命根子的樣子，但是我不後悔，現在的我已經很幸福了，雖然我沒有了命根子，但是我也換來了跟蘭兒和孩子在一起的生活，我還要看著綿愉娶妻生子，我這一生也沒有遺憾了。

[chutzpahhooplah]

there’s really no misogyny like the kind written by another woman for a body swap romance novel istg

[anauwhere]

Yo there's nothing feminist or woke or good in: 1. Inventing minors (18 is not a minor, 21 is not, 24 definitely not ) 2. Telling 30 Yo women what to do with their time and hormones and who/what they can like and how. It's creepy actually and annoying

[saintvamp]

Not into men at all but i think that fucking one of those strong weightlifter dudes would be incredibly fun

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#375

“Hey shithead, get over here.  I got some news….  You look like shit.  Come here.  Kneel.  Reach in and take out my dick.  I’ve got to take a piss.  Drink up and listen.  A buyer put in an offer, and it was accepted.  You’ve been sold.  I wasn’t expecting for a chunky slave to sell after only one day of showing, but that big truck driver made a full offer.  He’ll be back later on tonight.  He made some demands….

“He wants you cleaned up on the outside and loaded up with loads from many men on the inside.  I’ll bring the hose around in a bit.  Sir Hank will be down in a bit to bring you some soap.  He’s also going to make that cage permanent, by riveting it on.  Your dick will be useless going forward.

“Do you remember how many men unloaded in your cunt so far this morning?...  Four?  Good.  Hank and I will each provide one.  With you off the market, it’ll be difficult to get men in here just for a fuck. 

“I called a buddy.  You’re not his type, but he’ll bring his slave and fuck him instead.  When he’s ready to nut he’ll just shove it into you.  Or maybe he’ll use a condom with his own slave and then squeeze the load into you.

“Oh wait a minute….  Let me see….  There’s one…  two….  There are a couple of used condoms in the trash can here.

“Bend over and lean against the wall.  Present your cunt.  I have no idea how long these loads have been here, whose load is in them, or even if they were used on you or the slave that was in here last.  You are getting their spooge contents now….  Damn, you have one hell of a gape, which should make the squeezing in of the loads easy. 

“That truck driver has one of the biggest dicks I have ever seen.  He’s great to work with.  Prompt payments.  And most of all he seems to want the fat slaves, or the weird ones.  He’s an intermediary for several buyers out west.  You’ll probably end up on this pig farm where you will be force fed until you bulk up, and then installed in a pig pen with other real pigs.  Castration is most likely.  Not just the balls but your shaft too.

“There, both loads are in you….  Oh, I missed this condom here….  I didn’t realize that our clients used so many rubbers.  I guess it makes sense. 

“The other possible buyer that trucker uses is in Oregon.  He’s one of those militia types, but one who likes fat fags chained up in his basement.  Don’t know that much about him other than he’s a sadistic bastard.

“There!  Three anonymous loads in your cunt.  Get ready, this will probably be my last time for me to breed you. 

“Jesus!  He stretched you out.  All these loads are making this one loose sloppy hole….  This isn’t going to work.  Clamp down then spin around.

“Get me off with your toilet mouth….  You look grossed out.  That’s the cum stew from your cunt.  Clean me off before you get me off.

“That’s it.  Don’t fucking gag.  This is your life now.  Good boy.  You are an ass eating, piss drinking, cum dump slave.  Whoever you wind up with, they are going to do way worse nasty stuff to you.  This is what you do.  This is what you are.

“I’m going to miss your tongue.  That’s what made you sellable.  Does it ever feel good on my dick!  Work it!  Fuck!  I’m going to cum in no time.  Keep licking my balls when I go in deep.  When I tell you, spin around so I can dump in your cunt.

“I wish all slaves could have a tongue like yours.  When you eat my shitter, it really makes my hole quiver.  I don’t know what you do back there, but man does it feel good.  You always gave me your eagerness to please, and you do so no matter how shitty you were being treated.  That’s so hard to find in slaves. 

“I’m getting close.  I’m getting close.  Now! Give me that cunt!

“Urg! Uh! Uh! Ahhh! Jesus! Fuck!  Damn slave.  I gave you a large load to add to the stew you have brewing….

“Clamp down then clean me off….  There you go.  Fuck that was hot.  There’s some sludge in my pubes; get that….  I have to piss again.

“Ahhh!  When I’m done stand up….

“…Slave, I am going to miss you.  You know, if we were in a different situation, I would put you on a diet and a rigorous exercise regimen.  I would have you as my boy. 

“Don’t tell anybody what I’m about to do.  Don’t pull away; I want to kiss you…. 

“…Like that.  Now you treat your new owners the way you have treated me.  If you are lucky, they won’t torture you too much.  I wish you the best.”

[pupcuck]

ASKING FOR IT !

ft. og4 leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. p in v, smut, cheating (not on reader), ooc leon sorry, he’s mean, negging, misogyny, reference to past rape/non-con, unresolved trauma, suicidal thoughts duhhh, he calls reader ugly a lot, leon subs for his gf but doms reader, non-con to consensual sex, manipulation, some .. uh waterboarding? he dunks your head in water, opioid addiction but it’s minor LMFAOO

note. haii… um feedback whether it’s good or bad appreciated really forced myself to write this so im like ack. hating everything i write but! ignore typos :3 it’s not as fleshed out as i wanted .. soooo it reads pretty jolty but yah 😭 and the smut is like not. IDK I’m ugh not into it just couldn’t bring myself to extend stuff that I really wanted to develop n he’s ooc. BUT!! again ignore typos or I’ll cry n feedback/constructive criticism appreciated <3

Leon has a girlfriend. He can never hold down a girl, his ability to scare women away is preternatural, so it’s a big deal. And she’s fucking hot. Not like model hot, but pornstar hot. She’s got tits so firm they might as well be bulletproof. Bottle blonde with eyes that swallow up her whole face. Her stomach doesn’t crease when she sits. It’s the type of beauty that takes its form in slashes of red lace and nylon. Not many women are out of his league, but she is.

They have hot sex like attractive people tend to do, and it goes something along the lines of this.

He goes:

Is that dick good, baby? You like it? Right there, baby?

And she goes:

Fuck, yes, baby! Harder, deeper— Oh, right there!

And then she doesn’t cum.

So there’s that, but he’s working on it.

Leon doesn’t take well to tips on how to fuck. Reading advice columns in the Men’s Health magazine leaves a funny taste in his mouth. It might be the blood from the castrated image of his masculinity. Who knows.

He struggles with that sort of thing. A nice face does nothing for a man who doesn’t actually like anything about himself. Leon’s still that wimpy self-hating loser he was all those years ago. In all fairness to God, there are a few added tweaks here and there. Some bug fixes. Now he’s drunk and shallow too! Misanthropic when he’s at his very best.

As a kid, mom told Leon to be a nice boy so he was a nice boy. Not because he was ever a particularly nice boy, but for her sake. So instead of acting out he would go and crush ants beneath his thumb in the front yard because there is this mean part of Leon that splinters inside of him like cooked bones.

Life to Leon is being fucked into apologising for being alive so it’s no wonder he’s still harbouring the insecurities of a boy he isn't.

When he was eighteen it was by ugly old men who abhorred him for being the embodiment of whatever it was they were hiding from their wives. His legs looked nice thrown over a pair of big shoulders. They were so thin back then, model-type shit. All of those men mildly resembled his dad, but that’s something he wouldn’t quite like to crack down on yet. Leon’s being open enough as it is.

When he was twenty-one it was his headache of a first girlfriend. It was the bullet wound in his shoulder. When he was twenty-two it was being passed around boot camp like a dirty needle. When he was twenty-seven it was Luis who was nothing and everything in between. It was a picture book princess like Ashley. The scar on his shoulder. Stigmata. Glory Be. Whatever.

(And Jack, it was always Jack. Pale all over like a healed scar.)

What Leon is trying to get across, he’s not quite sure. Maybe that he's nice in theory and the reality is he’s a self-confessed charlatan of niceness. Or that he can’t fuck. He can’t fuck because he is deeply traumatised. Yeah. Maybe that’s what he’s trying to say. It’s an excuse, sure, doesn’t make it the truth though. Leon can’t fuck ‘cause he’s useless at most things that don’t include guns. He can’t fuck ‘cause he was unattractive as a teenager and that solidified the way he feels about himself now.

Leon’s got one thing going for him - he fingers her pussy till his fingers prune. Eats her out till he gets lockjaw.

“Oh, you’re so good at that,” she says, kissing his slicked-up lips.

Then her eyes flit to his hard dick and she gives him that strange half-smile. One that seems to say: Not with that. His dick. Obviously.

His shit is big enough, it’s long enough— It’s enough. And it’s pretty. Could put a bow on to make it real cute. Could manufacture a dildo inspired by it. So Leon cannot for the life of him wrap his head around her problem. It’s not his dicks fault her pussy is fucking broken. Her broken pussy doesn’t get to make his dick sad. Doesn’t get to lay devastating blows on his gone-with-the-wind ego.

Another thing is, her sister is an ugly bitch. That upsets Leon and his dick in tow. You’re a student, taking a break for some reason Leon has not bothered to fathom. He couldn’t care less. Go do it someplace else. In this house, you’re nothing more than a cockblock. Leon could forgive you for being a cockblock if you weren’t ugly. Or vice versa.

It would be okay if Leon wasn’t stuck at home with you for hours at a time. Work fucked up his back, so he’s staying here in his girlfriend’s apartment eating her food, running her taps, fucking her badly and shitting on her sister.

You’re sat on the other end of the table with a soggy bowl of cereal while he nurses a juice box like a real man. What do ugly little things like you think about anyway?

When Leon was ugly he thought about forcing his dick into the cute girl next door between his more regular thoughts of what to eat for dinner and whether he stocked up on toilet paper or not.

When he was ugly, his day was made simply by a pretty girl looking in his general direction. So Leon makes sure to look in yours. Y’know, to fuel your perverted wet dreams. Your rape fantasies. What freaks think about when they’re near hot guys. Well, it’s strange actually. You tend to totally ignore him. When the two of you make brief eye contact, you don’t flounder or duck or bow your head like you’re shy— You just move on with your life. That bothers him. Leon’s hot now. He’s not the type of man you just brush over like that. He’s the type you gawk at in broad daylight, he’s the sort of guy you see in soft porn magazines.

“Good morning,” his girlfriend greets, “have a good sleep, sweetie?” She bumps your hip when you stand up to hug her.

She’s wearing stockings today. Oh, he loves stockings. He loves pencil skirts. He loves— He loves office wear. He wants to be put over her lap and spanked raw perhaps.

“Yeah, it’d be nice if your boyfriend stopped moaning like a girl though.” It’s said into her ear, but Leon hears it.

“I’m going now, honey,” his girlfriend tells him.

Like a good boy, Leon stands to bid her goodbye. Her blouse is sheer, shows off her black bra and he eyes it with distaste.

“What’s wrong, Leon?”

He doesn’t speak. Just glares at her perfect set of tits like a baby weaned off milk.

“I can’t take them off,” she snorts.

Leon wishes she could. Hang ‘em up in the closet and pop them back on when it’s time to play. Tits are for the bedroom. Otherwise, they’re too much of a distraction. Instead, he settles on slipping his hand up her skirt to check if she’s wearing panties. (There’s no panty line showing through her pencil skirt and that’s always a bad sign.) She shoos him away.

So Leon leans in for a kiss, and she says, “Nuh-uh, honey, you’ll ruin my makeup.” Then she gives in ‘cause Leon can be kinda cute when he tries hard enough. “Just one, okay?”

“Yeah.” Leon nods. Her kisses are analgesic. Which is unfortunate considering he has an opioid addiction. Almost an addiction.

“One,” she counts, Leon kisses her again, “two, three, four.”

She’s teasing him now.

“Okay, well, keep an eye on her, Leon.”

“I’m not twelve,” you say, exiting the kitchen to spare yourself the sight of him groping your older sister.

Yeah, and Leon’s not a bang nanny.

He wipes the red from his lips, takes his juice box from the table where you’re no longer and decides jerking off in the shower will make him feel better. Leon does. He finishes. Watches his seed wash down the drain and wonders if that was wasteful. A short intermission is taken, then he jerks off in front of her full-body mirror. His biceps flex and his abs tighten, and he looks fucking good.

Why isn’t she cumming? What’s wrong with her? Is she getting too old? Is menopause hitting already? She’s only thirty-something. It can’t be that, and she asked Leon to pick up tampons last week— Unless they were for you.

Nobody in this house tells Leon anything. Another shower is what he needs. No, he needs a smoke. Leon doesn’t smoke. He does the next best thing, rests idly against the railings of her balcony, observing the ballet of D.C. life. Man, he could throw himself over right now. Splat against the asphalt and that would be it. It’d all be over. Hauling his weight over would be no problem. Catastrophizing to pass the time. Men used to do this for a living in Ancient Greece. What happened to philosophising? Leon could be a philosopher, all they did was spout nonsense and he is good at that. Not at fucking, however.

Beer. Yeah. Beer. That’s what he needs. Leon ransacks the fridge to no avail. Health-conscious living is the reason for misery, he believes. See, very insightful, modern-day Socrates right here. Lean proteins, vegan substitutes, low-fat yoghurt— It’s so girly it makes him sick.

“She’s still on a health kick,” you say from behind him, “I thought it was a New Years thing, but she’s still, like, super into it.”

Why are you talking to him? Leon blinks at you owlishly. “Right,” he says.

You give him a funny look, turning back to the counter to use the coffee machine. Don’t you want him? You’re not shy. Why aren’t you shy? Shouldn’t you be shy? Ugly Leon was mute around girls whether they were short, fat, ugly or pretty. Shit, he is clucking for a beer.

“There's Chardonnay under the sink.” Well, that’s unhelpful.

“Yeah, I don’t- I don’t drink that.” He would like to finish his sentence off with ‘girly shit’ but you seem like the type to find that offensive.

“Figured.” The coffee machine whirs. A lobotomised silence ensues. “Good talk.”

You’re so ugly you’re asking for it. Perfect subject for the ‘I can’t make my girlfriend cum, is her pussy broken?’ experiment. Ugly girls don’t count as a fuck, right? Not when they’re sent to the very back of your mind after said fuck. He wonders how many girls counted the uglier him as an official lay.

You’re on your tummy reading a book. The Beautiful and Damned. Leon had no idea they wrote a book about him. The door creaking exposes his creeping against his will.

“Do you need something?” you ask without batting an eye.

The swell of your ass is nice. “Uh, yeah, I do.”

Rolling over and sitting up to face him, you tilt your head to the side. “Go on.”

“I want to have sex with you.” Woah. Okay. That’s a genie he can’t put back in the bottle. Fuck, why does he do this stupid shit? Leon should just kill himself. All roads lead to suicide. Every sign points towards suicide and he is still holding on for dear life.

Think about Sherry. Sherry won’t care, kids hit sixteen and don’t give a fuck about much, he reasons with the voice in his head. How about Claire? Oh, she’ll think good fucking riddance. Redfield? No way. You are truly out of options, Kennedy.

“I’m sorry?”

Oh, god no, Leon’s the one that should be sorry. “You heard me.” The apology comes out incredibly wrong. “I’m helping you out.”

“Helping me out with what? I’m sorry, Leon, I didn’t… I didn’t think I— I don’t know what made you think I wanted this from you, but I don’t like you—“

You don’t like him? Why not? He’d like a list of reasons with a page-long explanation. What’s not to like? The hair. It’s the hair. Blond is too girly. That’s what it is.

“—I mean, you’re with my sister, did you really think I would say yes? I’m sorry, I’m just a little confused, where is this coming from? Gosh, I really… I don’t know what to say.”

“I’m helping you out,” Leon repeats, using his hands to gesture at your face, at your body. “No one else is gonna do it.” This apology has gone way out of bounds. A simple sorry would have sufficed.

“What..?” Something doleful crosses your face, then it twists unpleasantly. “You think I want to have sex with you… ‘cause I’m not cute? Like, you think I’m…”

Ugly, yes. He does. Only a little. Can you turn over? He wants to make you cum. “You’re a virgin, yeah?”

“Oh my god, there’s, like, something wrong with you!” You stand to your full height in a pitiful attempt to appear frightening. That face is enough to scare a man away already. “Get out— And I am so telling her when she gets back home, I told her I didn’t like you, I told her and now you just-“

Leon grabs you by the jaw, squeezes you so tight it clicks. “Okay, sweetheart, here’s how this is going to go,” he starts, taking both your wrists in a single hand, “we’re going to start over, and you’re going to be a good little girl and apologise to me like you really mean it.”

“Apologise for what?” It comes out muffled through your forced pout so he chooses to ignore you.

“I don’t know what you fuckin’ said.” Leon should just end it here, he should let go of you and check into the nearest asylum. He’s hot. Leon is box blond. He’s tall enough to dwarf most girls. His face is nice. His body is nicer. So he doesn’t know what his problem is. Once pinned down, you shrink away from him, expression so sour your skin looks ready to melt off your skull.

And then he fucks you till you stop screaming. He leaves you in a withered heap, heads back to his room to take a well-deserved nap, hides his face in the pillows. They smell like her. He should think about killing himself some more. That gun looks awfully shiny. Nth time could be the charm.

She gets home in the evening, drops her bag on the floor to alert him of her entrance.

“I missed you.” Leon noses at her neck.

“You were sleeping.” She ruffles his hair like he’s a child.

“I still missed you.”

“Even when you’re sleeping?”

In the least creepy way possible, he wants to wear her skin as a suit, and she thinks his body doesn’t yearn for her at every sleeping second?

“The most when I’m sleeping, have bad dreams without you,” Leon mumbles groggily.

“How cute,” she muses, “good day?”

“Great day.” Leon nods. “Real productive.”

“Oh yeah? What’d you get up to?” A singular red nail strokes along his spine.

“Thought about you,” he answers, leaving out the part where he spent half of his time jerking off. Oh, and the part where he fucked her sister into submission. He raped you. He did. Leon doesn’t like that word. Far too harsh.

“Now, don’t push it, mister.” When she smiles there’s a lack of wrinkles— Not even smile lines, it’s artificial almost.

Leon’s good at pushing buttons. He should get paid for it. “It’s true, if you said jump I’d ask how high.”

“You’re so funny, Leon.” She kisses his head and laughs all prim and proper.

“Serious, babe, I’m super partial to jumping,” he says to hear her laugh again. He’s more partial to suicide. It’s great. A one-way ticket off of God’s green inferno. Who would he even be without suicide ideation?

“Alright, but I’d like you all in one piece.” She kisses his cheek. “No jumping, okay, honey?” She kisses his neck and his collarbones and his Adam’s apple and he’s unable to breathe.

“Okay,” Leon says. He gets it now. She’s mommying him. Maybe this is what Leon needs. To play house. A daddy to fuck his throat and a mommy to sit on his dick and tell him that he’s a good boy and he’s needed and he won’t have to think if he has a mommy and daddy to do that for him.

Can he backtrack on the rape thing? Trust Leon to take a good thing and ruin it in the worst way possible. If he kissed you he could’ve wormed his way out of it. Told her it was the medication he’s on, that he had a mental breakdown, a midlife crisis.

At dinner, your silence slips under the radar like cumstains on motel bedsheets. You pick at your food, and when Leon’s knee brushes yours under the table, you excuse yourself. Sometimes he thinks that he is a bad person, this can be backed up by many things. Violating you might outweigh saving the world.

In bed, he thinks about changing, about calling his therapist in the morning, he might take a leap off that balcony, cleaning up his act sounds terribly hard. Leon does this all with his head tucked into the hollow of his girlfriend’s neck. The thinking has killed his boner and now he can’t get it up. So he pretends to fall asleep. It’s an unconvincing performance ‘cause the moment she swipes a hand over his ass he lets out a disgruntled noise. Leon clenches so quickly his stomach caves in.

“You don’t like that, honey?”

He shakes his head, overgrown bangs falling in his eyes. Leon has a nice ass. It’s no wonder she wants to touch it, leg presses have done him wonders, but still, it’s off-limits. She can’t sweet talk her way into this anytime soon.

“Why, Leon?” She’s cupping his ass like he’s a girl. Leon’s not a girl. “You’d look so cute.”

“No,” he whines, and it sounds kind of sexy. He gets it. He can see the appeal.

“I think you just need some encouragement, baby.” She’s taking him apart like a gun. Folding him like laundry. Milks his prostate so well he sleeps like a baby. Not even a shadow of an orgasm to be seen from her side.

She leaves early the next morning and he’s left alone to ruminate. What he finds out today is that you’re pretty diligent at sucking dick when forced.

Leon thinks he would like to break you in a way that only he can fix.

He pushes your head down on his dick till your lips are stretched so far they split at the corners, you gag wetly each time the fat tip knocks the back of your throat, heavy balls slapping against your chin.

“Aww, look at you,” Leon coos, “little girl taking big things.”

Fat tears well in your eyes, a faint tremor betrays your effort to hold them back, a single blink and they roll down your cheeks like dewdrops. It might be the dick lodged in your throat, pulsing under your tongue— Yeah, no, it’s his dick in your mouth. That’s why you're upset. No other reason for it. Leon finds you a little ungrateful. A lot of women would pay for this, to drain his balls. Hell, your sister loves to do it.

“One at a time, sweetheart,” he says as he guides you to his balls, “can’t have you choking, can we?” You look up at him blankly. Leon thought he was funny and that’s all that matters. “Go on, spit on ‘em, get me nice and wet.” The drool pooling beneath your tongue drizzles his balls in clear strings, his drippy tip bumps the bridge of your nose, rests comfy on your brow ridge.

You’re struggling real bad. He’ll take it as a compliment. The thing is, you refuse to just lick them, pulling off each ball with a wet pop! and a dry cough. Leon starts to zone out so he shoves you off and quite pathetically, you fall flat on your back.

“You didn’t shave,” Leon notes in distaste, he was going to do you a favour too.

“No— Not for you.” You squirm like a fish on the docks when he hovers over you.

“Not for me, right.”

“Anyone but you.”

“You're not gonna do it for anyone, sweetheart, know why?” Leon clicks his tongue when you dodge his kiss, twisting your neck to keep a distance.

“Why?”

“No one else wants you,” he states, “you’re lucky that I want you.”

“Well, that’s not true.” You’re stubborn amongst all your other undesirable traits.

Leon scoffs. “What, so you ever had a boyfriend?” He runs his index finger along your slit. Bone dry. Serious? He assumes you’re still sore from yesterday.

“That’s none of your fucking business.”

“Don’t get mad at me, honey, I’m just helping you out.” Leon spits on your pussy, then on his thick cock for good measure, jerks his shaft and presses a thumb to his tip to guide it into you. Your lips fold inwards around him as he breaches your tiny hole. There’s too much resistance for it to be a smooth sailing journey, and you’re new to cock, cunt pushing him out as your body tenses. “I’m being nice to you, so you should say thank you.”

“Oh, god,” you mutter, brows knit in what might be pain or pleasure.

“Yeah, that’s what you’re calling me now?” The look you give him is priceless, small hands settling on his chest as you push at him weakly. “No, baby, you don’t get to do that.” Leon bottoms out, he rolls his hips forward to grind the head of his dick into your cervix, the fleshly opening moulds to his tip and you cry out. He can never tell if you’re enjoying it.

Leon sticks his fingers in your mouth to coat them in spit, you retch and he rubs figure eights on your clit, only then does your cunt loosen up its hold on him. It’s a quick process, the quicker he rubs you raw, the wetter you get, biting down on your tongue to keep quiet, but low groans slip past your cracked lips.

“Oh, there we go, baby, that’s it,” Leon coos, his cock slicked up by your wet pussy, sliding in and out with ease. His hips snap forward, forcing himself deeper into your messy little pussy, so wet you’re dripping down his balls, wetness stuck to your inner thighs.

“Fuck— I can’t, I can’t do it, ‘s too big,” you whimper, a hand slipping between your bodies to lay on your stomach. What you don’t understand is that he is big, yeah, but your pussy just needs to be broken in. Like a new pair of shoes.

“You’re doing it, baby,” Leon says, ‘cause you are doing it. You’re taking it. Body going rigid with each brutal thrust into your sopping wet hole. Whether you can take it or not isn’t for you to decide anyway. “I’m going to stuff your little pussy full,” he tells you.

“No,” you choke out, scratching at his chest, nails too blunt to do any sort of damage. Thank fuck. His girlfriend would go nuts.

It’s a satisfying victory, he covers your mouth to concentrate all his energy into this creampie, fills you to the brim, seed thick enough to stick to your insides. The original aim of his ‘experiment’ is forgotten, Leon doesn’t care if you cum or cry or pass out on his dick.

“I’m tellin’ her when she comes home.” Your threat is weak. He feared the consequences of yesterday, but you said nothing.

“You’re not telling her, you like me too much,” Leon decides, “I know you do, baby.”

“I don’t like you at all.” Your bottom lip trembles, fists balled up by your sides. The contempt only turns him on.

“No, but I think you know I’m right, don’t you?” No one else wants you, and you know that. Leon knows you know that. He’s the only one that is ever going to fuck you.

“Right about what? You’re a fucking psycho— I could get you locked up, I should get you locked up.”

“You should, so what're you waiting for?” If you did report him, Leon would just kill himself, going to prison sounds like a bore. “I think, sweetheart, that secretly, you really like it when I rape you.”

And your silence proves him right.

That report never comes. Duh. You love his dick. You like being roughed up. You know you’re deserving of it. Jesus Christ, Leon needs to call his shrink. Honestly, being around you is hard. It’s like his guilty conscience has developed a human body, shambling around the apartment in the shape of a malformed ghost girl, reminding him of the shit he’s said and done to you. You’re spinning in his necrosed brain like one of those music box ballerinas.

“Leon, be a doll and do me up,” his girlfriend is facing away from him, the smooth skin of her back and shoulders bared to him.

Leon only hears the ‘do me’ part, kissing the nape of her neck, reaching round to grab at her fat tits. “I love you…”

“I love you too, baby, but what do you think you’re doing?”

Leon makes a motion with his fingers, she sees it in the mirror.

“What is that, sign language?”

“No, I want to finger you.”

“Oh, well, that’s lovely, baby, but it’s not the time for that. I asked you to zip me up, Leon.” He zips her up while wondering how she can be so unaffected by him being so stupid.

“Hey, are you ready to go?” You knock on the door, you keep hiding your face from him today. His girlfriend said it’s ‘cause you have makeup on. Apparently that changes things. It’s sort of cute. Like, are you shy? You should be shy.

“Oh, no one likes cliffhangers, honey,” she says, forcing you to swap out some open-toe sandals for a pair of her heels. “Okay, Leon, I’ve left your dinner in the fridge, yes?”

Yes, mommy. “Yeah, babe.”

“And there’s snacks in the cupboard now, oh, and don’t use the tap water, it tastes strange so I stocked up— Leon, will you stop doing that with your jaw?”

Sorry, mommy. “Sorry, babe.”

“He’s totally fucking gurning,” you inform her in a way that screams playground snitch. He’ll choke you out for that.

“Gurning, what’s that?” His girlfriend asks cluelessly. This bitch is in her early thirties, Leon has no idea why she acts fifty. Whatever, it’s hot, he gets a girl with all the traits of an older lady without the sagging.

“Like, y’know, ‘cause he’s on meds.” What a little shit. Is this you getting back at him? Some petty fucking act of revenge? Getting his medication taken away from him by his health freak girlfriend?

“Medication? I didn’t know about this, Leon.” She looks at him like he’s killed her mother. Or raped her sister. If only she knew.

“Yeah, for my back, my back hurts, babe— Th-That’s why I’m on leave. My back hurts.” What a compelling act. Totally not a dude that’s two minutes away from injecting black tar heroin.

“Who prescribed them, a doctor or a vet?” You cock your head to the side. Fine. You fucking got him.

“Same thing.” Leon shrugs.

She makes him empty the bedside desk of pills. “Leon, good boys don’t do this. We don’t take drugs in this household, let me take them off your hands.”

“They’re- Babe, they’re not drugs, they’re for my back— I hurt my back.” Granted, his back stopped aching a few days back, he’s just taking advantage of the break. Also, he’s not a child.

“Your back, honey, I know it hurts.” She waves him off. “We can fix it, huh? I can book you in for acupuncture or cupping— Oh, what about a chiropractor?”

“Fine,” Leon says, voice cracking, watching in devastation as she takes his pills in a black garbage bag.

“Bye, Leon, see you later, honey.” She blows him a kiss and he catches it. He has to catch it.

“Yeah, bye, Leon!” You wave at him, looking happier than you have in days.

The door opens an hour later and Leon takes his hand out of his pants. You stand in front of him with red eyes and messy makeup. Leon, being the gentleman he is, takes you into his arms and rubs your back to soothe you as he tells you, more than a little cruel, I fucking told you so.

At least now you know that some guys aren’t as nice as Leon. Some men will spit in your face without considering how tight your pussy is, they won’t even think about how good your tits look in that push-up bra. See? That’s what the real world is like.

The bath fills as he bends you over the sofa. You’re prettier from behind, dress hiked up, soaked panties around your ankles. His hand smooths down the front of your stomach to cup your puffy cunt, prodding at your swollen clit. You shaved. Funny. Thought you were going to get a dick that wasn’t his.

Leon kneels, he spreads your ass cheeks to lick into your pussy from behind, tongue lapping up the beads of arousal that dribble down the seam of your cunt like sticky honey. He laps at your hole and you arch your back to push into him, his tongue fucking your pussy so well, sloppy sounds fill his ears.

“Been wanting to do this,” Leon says into your cunt, tongue making its way back up the centrefold of your fat pussy, he blows spit bubbles on your clit and then he nips at it until you cry out, startled by the jolt of pain. His dick kicks in his sweats. You taste good to make up for that face of yours.

You cream in his mouth so sweetly, toes curling against the wooden floor. Leon wipes his mouth on his forearm, then he wraps it around your neck, pulling your body flush to his. In his chest, his heart flutters when you press a delicate kiss to his bicep. He feels it and you can’t unfeel that.

“I’m sorry, Leon,” you get out through shaky moans as he sandwiches his shaft between your chubby pussy lips, bumping the tip into your clit as his hips move back and forth. “I’m sorry… Didn’t know-“

“It’s okay, baby.” He kisses behind your ear. “It’s alright ‘cause you know now, huh?”

“Yeah,” you agree tearfully, tilting your head so it rests on his broad chest, he gives your pout some wet kisses.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm, baby?” Leon nudges you with his nose.

Your idea of cleaning up might be far from what Leon’s is. He doesn’t think you were expecting something so extreme. But it’s for thinking you’re worth something— For thinking that anyone else would do as little as touch you. It’s to wash off that pitiful attempt at makeup.

He bends you in half over the tub. Your tits hang low enough to be squashed against the edge painfully as Leon dunks your head into lukewarm water. Holy shit. Tomorrow will be the day he overdoses. Why is he doing this?

A strangled noise passes your lips as he lets up, and you re-emerge, Leon wipes a hand over your face to rid you of the streaky mascara and sticky gloss.

“There we go, sweetheart, nice and clean.” He presses the tip into your leaking cunt, it catches on your hole, and you flail, water spilling over the edge, surface tension broken as it ripples.

Honest to god, Leon hasn’t fucked a pussy tighter than yours, and when he holds you beneath the surface? Man, you might deglove his dick. He works his cock into you, and when he’s balls deep in your sloppy cunt, Leon allows you to lift your head to which you pant and gasp and cough. All the shit a drowning person does when they’re tossed a lifesaver.

Your body sags, hanging limp with only Leon to hold you up as he roughly fucks in and out of your poor hole, heavy balls slapping against your skin.

“I love you, Leon,” you tell him, rubbing at your stinging nose with your fist, pussy tightening when he pinches your throbbing clit.

“Aw, do you, baby? You love me?” Leon laughs, the mean smile on his face hidden in your shoulder, “That’s so cute.” He rocks back and forth, shallow thrusts that are more for him than they are for you, rabbiting his dick into your squelching pussy until his balls pulse and his shaft twitches inside of you. “Real— Real fuckin’ cute,” he grits out as he buries himself to the hilt, shooting his load in your willing little pussy.

“I think so,” you whimper, thighs trembling as the knot in your stomach snaps and you coat his cock in your slick. Hey, his dick isn't a problem then.

Leon thinks about calling his shrink. The bad shit he does won’t fix itself like he wants. “Clean up,” he tells you, looking at the wet ground. The soaked rug. Your face.

“What… Leon, where are you going?” You use your palms to mop the excess water from your face. “Seriously, Leon? I just… I told you that…”

He has things to do - Leon’s going to call his shrink and very promptly throw himself over the balcony when she doesn’t answer his call.

[chiriwritesstuff]

The Girl in IT - 4. Gooey

A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU

The LIST │ Series Masterlist

Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI - Minors Do Not Interact!)

Chapter Preview: "Why did you do that?" you blurt out, turning to face him. Joel, seemingly unfazed, keeps his eyes on the road. "Do what?" "I don't need you defending my honor against Tess. She already dislikes me, and now it's all awkward-" "She doesn't hate you-" "...but clearly I have a target on my back now that I'm involved with my boss!" You keep your eyes downcast, attempting to stifle a sob. "You didn't need to cause a scene." Joel turns his head at that, his expression softening as he observes your distress, seemingly at a loss for words. "Sugar-" "It's easy for you, you know? To throw the fact that you're the boss around and have this 'I can do what I want' attitude with whoever you please. But I could still lose my job! I need this job, Joel. I-" "No, Sugar. Shit, I-" He opens his mouth, then closes it, appearing unsure of how to respond to your sudden outburst. Joel looks genuinely troubled, his frown mirroring yours. "I'm disposable, Joel," you continue, refusing to meet his gaze. "You wouldn't understand where I'm coming from."

Chapter Warnings & Tags: No outbreak AU, Boss x Employee Relationship, Sugar Daddy Lite, Daddy Kink, Smut, SO MUCH SMUT, Age Gap, Overstimulation, Squirting, Older Man/Younger woman, So much dirty talk, DD/lg (kinda? they're both into it), Virgin Reader, Loss of Virginity, PIV Sex (finally!!!!), Breeding Kink, No beta we die like men!

Word Count: 6.4K

Chapter Title Inspo/Vibe: 'Gooey' by Glass Animals

"What's up with you and Sugar?"

Sarah casually strolls over to Joel's desk, perching her hip on the edge as she hands him a cup of coffee. "Maria said she saw the two of you at the mall yesterday," peering over him as he nervously takes a sip of his coffee, "... during working hours. She said you guys seemed mighty close and all, I guess she wasn't sick like Tess said?"

Joel chokes mid-sip, coughing out the hot coffee as Sarah smirks at him.

"So it's true, then?"

"I guess I can't hide anything from you, baby girl," Joel replies in between coughs. "Should have known I can't get anything past you."

"Well, I made a wild guess you were into her, being that I heard you singing 'Pour Some Sugar On Me" in the shower the other day.

"It was being played on the radio, can't control what they decide to play, you know?" he stops, taking a deep breath. "... besides, everyone loves Def Leppard," he mumbles under his breath.

Sarah gives him a knowing glance as she makes herself comfortable on the chair in front of him. "Dad, the radio stations don't put music on repeat." She fiddles with the sleeves of her sweater absentmindedly, her face deep in thought. "It wouldn't be a bad thing, you know? You and Sugar. She seems like a very sweet girl. Kind of shy, but I like her."

Joel arches an eyebrow. "Do you now?"

She shrugs. "I mean, she is kind of young, but age is just a number, right? It's not like she's in her 20s. Besides, Ellie is obsessed with her. She's always at her office, picking her brain about her thoughts on 80s music. She's a good influence on her."

Joel nods. "Ellie- I worry about her sometimes. Lord knows that I try to do right by her, adopting her and all that. Sometimes I think she needs-"

"... a feminine touch?"

"Something like that." Joel smiles to himself, his eyes still locked on his iPad as he continues his redline revisions to be sent off to the draftsmen. "I think her being surrounded by Tommy and I makes her too-"

"Feral?" Sarah quips, chuckling. "Rough around the edges? Aggressive? It comes with the territory, I guess, with no mother figure around, you know?" she picks a hangnail. "Tommy said that she nearly castrated a client on the job site the other day for asking her out on a date."

"That jerk was asking for it." Joel retorts, his back stiffening. "You adjusted well enough without a mother."

Sarah sighs. "It doesn't mean it was easy, though. It would have been nice, you know? There's just things that I can't talk to a guy about, as much as you tried to be there for me."

"This thing with Sugar, It's new - but I know what I feel for her."

Sarah nods. "You don't need to give me all the details. I trust you, and if she's someone you want to pursue, I won't be mad about it, if that's what you're thinking. Like I said, she's a nice girl."

"She's... fuck, Sarah, she's amazing. She takes my breath away, every time she smiles at me. Fuck. I feel like a teenager, being around her. I don't know what it is, but I always want to be around her." Joel chuckles, smiling at Sarah. "I'm crazy about her."

"Well, you must be if you're out here buying Teslas like you would coffee."

Joel leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? I wasn't aware that she bought a new car."

Sarah crosses her arms, a skeptical look in her eyes. "Dad, you do realize I handle HR, right? I know what everyone's making. I find it hard to believe she's casually splurging on a Tesla, especially a Model X." She shrugs, giving her father one last look as she heads towards the door. "I know it's tempting, wanting to spoil her. You worked for it, you know? To get where you're at now, but I have a feeling Sugar doesn't care about all of that, just like how Ellie and I don't care about that. Money comes and goes. It's what's inside that chest of yours that matters at the end of the day, ok?"

Joel smiles at Sarah once more as she walks out the door. "I love you too, baby girl."

Joel opens his messenger app, smiling at his earlier conversation with Sarah.

[Hey Sugar, you busy?] I'm about to head into a meeting with Tess, what's up? [Just wanted to see if you wanted to get some lunch?] I can't. Tess is pissed that I was out yesterday. I think this meeting is going to run past lunch. Rain check? [.....] Joel?

"Tess, what are you doing?" Joel demands, walking into Tess' office without knocking.

"Well hello to you, too Joel."

Joel stands at the door, his hands on his hips. "Sugar told me that she's going to be working through lunch with you-"

Tess scoffs, placing both arms on her desk. "Well, if the two of you didn't decide to fuck off work yesterday, maybe she wouldn't have to work past lunch."

"Sugar was sick. I had to do shit back at the house-"

"So you didn't go to the mall together yesterday?"

"It was her birthday, we just so happened to run into each other-"

Tess rolls her eyes at that. "I don't care what the fuck you guys do on your own time, but don't fuck around on my time!" she spits, pointing a finger at Joel. "Don't try to bullshit a bullshitter, Joel. Maria saw you guys. That girl of yours is lucky I didn't ask her for a doctor's note!  

Joel pinches his forehead. "Tess-"

She shakes her head. "What are you doing, Joel? Have you lost your fucking mind? We have a business to run, YOUR business! Time doesn't stop just because you decided that you want to act like a fucking teenager, running around like you have no responsibilities! People depend on you to not fuck around!"  

Meanwhile, you hear the shouting match between Joel and Tess from your office, your head in your hands as you listen to the both of them bicker about the stunt that you and Joel pulled yesterday. You sigh, knowing that you told Joel that you had a bad feeling about blowing off work.  

"Never a dull moment at Miller Construction, huh?" Frank leans casually against your doorway, offering a knowing wink. "Nice ride, by the way. Makes me wonder if I picked the wrong man, huh?"

"Frank, cut it out. You were supposed to be at the showroom ten minutes ago," the gruff voice of the head civil engineer interjects, rolling his eyes as he strides through the hallway, delivering you a brief nod. "Sugar, Happy Belated Birthday. Hope you're feeling better."

"Thanks, Bill," you reply with a hint of meekness.

"Frank! Let's go," he shouts impatiently, already at the front door.

"Well, as much as I'd love to stick around for the theatrics of our esteemed leaders... keep me posted, okay? I want a play-by-play! Nice dress, by the way. Celine?"

"Uh-"

"Frank!"

"I'm COMING! Geez, you'd think after 15 years of marriage, it gets easier, right?" he shrugs. "Well, Sugar, it's been a pleasure." He winces as Tess' shrill voice echoes in the distance. "Go console Joel before he pops a vessel; I think someone might just call the police this time!"

You nod absentmindedly, offering him a small smile. "Sure thing," you reply, the weariness evident in your voice.

It was a lot easier when you worked at Geek Squad. Sure, you got paid almost close to nothing dealing with irate customers for eight hours, answering mundane questions - 

Did you try to restart the computer?

Did you make sure that the monitor was plugged in?

Sure, I can wait for your granddaughter to come home to help you…

It was soul-sucking, but it was easy. Easier, compared to dealing with someone like Tess. Tess took no shit - no excuses, no bullshit. She didn’t care if you had a dentist appointment and couldn’t schedule it on the weekend. She didn’t care if you needed a mental health day. Your time was her time, and you found that out the hard way real quick… and now she knew. Knew that you blew off work and knowing Tess, she probably knew that Joel finger fucked you into oblivion in the Neiman Marcus dressing room. You can't help but have respect for her, a woman walking amongst the men in an unforgiving industry. If there was anyone who had balls of steel, it would be Tess. 

"Joel, why can't you just wait to fuck her after work like a responsible adult?!" She shouts, the tell-tell sound of something being thrown against the wall echoing through the hall. You flinch, sinking into your seat further as you groan in embarrassment.  

"Hey!" you hear the other Miller brother yell from the other end of the hallway, his hurried steps passing through as he makes his way toward the absolute meltdown happening between Joel and Tess. "What the hell is going on? The entire fucking building can hear the both of you! What the fuck?!"

"Tess is being a bully, telling people they have to work through their lunch-"

"Your brother here is throwing a fucking hissy fit accusing me of bullying his little girlfriend - I told you hiring her was a bad fucking idea!"

"YOU LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!" Joel shouts, the sound of his fist hitting the hollow of the door. "You keep her out of your fucking mouth, Tess!"

"Joel," you hear Tommy, his voice lowered in a shoddy attempt to placate his brother. "Let's just calm the fuck down, okay? you guys are scaring the engineers-"

"OH FUCK THE ENGINEERS, TOMMY," Tess screams, "You tell your brother to stop playing favorites and fucking around with THE HELP!"

"Tess," Tommy stammers, "I know you're upset, but you're being out of line right now, let's just take a moment to calm-"

"Oh fuck off, Tommy! you're here always defending your brother when he's just fine screwing around, fucking us over! why don't you grow a pair-"

"Tess," Joels cuts her off, his voice laced with his building anger. "I know you think that you run the show, but it is still my company, that I run. You don't go and bully everyone just because you think you can. You may call the shots, but you still report to me. Denying an employee lunch is an HR violation! Should I call Sarah in here too? Slap the fucking employee handbook on your desk and clear the air? Your meeting with Sugar can wait until after lunch, do I make myself clear??"

You don't realize you're holding your breath until-

"DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

You hear Tess curse, and you can imagine her face, clear as day, glaring at Joel, the both of them not wanting to back down.  

"Crystal."

You hear the slamming of a door, followed by the heavy-footed steps of Joel as he makes his way back to his office.

You sit in a daze, looking off into space, trying to process what just happened. You're only broken off from your thoughts by the unmistakable sound of your messenger, its distinctive ping! jolting you back to the present.

[So, lunch?]

"So, what cravings does my Sugar have today?" Joel murmurs, gently taking your hand as he navigates out of the parking lot.

"Why did you do that?" you blurt out, turning to face him.

Joel, seemingly unfazed, keeps his eyes on the road. "Do what?"

"I don't need you defending my honor against Tess. She already dislikes me, and now it's all awkward-"

"She doesn't hate you-"

"...but clearly I have a target on my back now that I'm involved with my boss!" You keep your eyes downcast, attempting to stifle a sob. "You didn't need to cause a scene."

Joel turns his head at that, his expression softening as he observes your distress, seemingly at a loss for words. "Sugar-"

"It's easy for you, you know? To throw the fact that you're the boss around and have this 'I can do what I want' attitude with whoever you please. But I could still lose my job! I need this job, Joel. I-"

"No, Sugar. Shit, I-" He opens his mouth, then closes it, appearing unsure of how to respond to your sudden outburst. Joel looks genuinely troubled, his frown mirroring yours.

"I'm disposable, Joel," you continue, refusing to meet his gaze. "You wouldn't understand where I'm coming from."

"I wouldn't let her do that, baby."

"Just because you like me doesn't mean I'm immune, Joel."

“You do excellent work, Sugar. If there’s anyone to blame for what happened yesterday, it’s me, alright? Tess’ issue is with me, not you." He heads into town, pulling over to a metered parking spot in front of a few storefronts. He cuts the ignition, staring into the distance as he takes a few deep breaths. "You're wrong, baby," he says finally, turning towards you. He gives you a small smile, "I don't like you."

You feel your expression shift into something resembling pain as Joel hurriedly reaches for your hand, gently taking it into his.

"I love you, Sugar," he breathes, "I've been in love with you, all this time."

"Joel, you don't need to say this just to make me feel better."

Joel shakes his head, unbuckling his seatbelt to lean towards you, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. "Are you saying I'm a liar?"

A tear rolls down your cheek. "No one has ever-"

"Then let me try to show you just how much I do, baby."

"What if I'm bad at it? Bad at loving you?"

Joel looks deep into your eyes, his gaze tender and unwavering. "There's no such thing as being bad at loving, Sugar. Love is about understanding, patience, and growing together. We'll figure it out, one step at a time."

He wipes away the tear from your cheek with his thumb and offers you a reassuring smile. "I'm not expecting perfection, just you, baby girl. That's all I've ever wanted."

"What if I'm not ready to say it back just yet?"

"I'll take whatever you're willing to give me", he smiles. "Just let me love you, okay?"

Later that day, you finally muster up the courage to make the short journey down the hall for your meeting with Tess. You would be lying if you said you weren't five seconds away from shitting your pants, that's just the effect Tess has on everyone in the office.   

"Tess?" you knock on her door, clearing your throat and hoping she doesn't catch the slight tremor in your voice. You attempt to compose yourself, standing a bit taller as you wait for her reply with bated breath.

"Come in!"

You hesitantly shuffle in, feeling like a moron standing before her in your new dress, feeling like she can see right through you. "Look, about earlier-"

Tess glances at you as if you've suddenly sprouted another head. "Why don't you just have a seat, and we can get this over with."

You stand in your spot timidly, shifting on your feet. "Okay," you say, settling into the seat across from her and placing your MacBook on her desk. "Where did you want to start?"

"Let's go over the employee reports."

"Okay, well," you begin, nervously pushing your hair behind your ear as you load up your reports, keeping your eyes locked onto your screen as you feel the weight of Tess' gaze on you. It's unnerving, you think to yourself. "There haven't been any new issues; everyone seems to be on task, and productivity has been steady, if not increasing-"

"Do you want a drink?" Tess interrupts suddenly, the sound of a drawer opening as she pulls out a bottle of whiskey. "It was your birthday yesterday, right? Why don't we take the edge off?"

"Uh," you glance at the time on your computer screen. 4:05. 55 minutes before the end of the day. You eye her warily. "We still have an hour before... we still have an hour before the end of the day," you cautiously mention, a hint of uncertainty in your voice.

Tess pours two glasses of whiskey, sliding one towards you. "A little celebration won't hurt. Besides, it's been a day."

You hesitate for a moment before accepting the glass, the cool surface feeling unfamiliar in your hand. "To what, exactly?"

Tess smirks, raising her glass. "To getting through the day, and to not making a big deal out of things that don't matter. To burying the hatchet. To your birthday," she adds. She leans towards you, her gaze heavy on yours. "Shall we?"

"Sure," you say, not one to shy away from a challenge. "What the hell."

It's not an hour later you find the both of you drunk off your asses.

"You know, I can see it," Tess says, eyeing you as she leans back in her desk chair. "Why Joel is so taken with you? You're quite a woman."

"Oh?"

"It takes one strong woman to be able to see the kind of illicit porn the Miller brothers watch and not bat an eye at it. Tell me, what has our leader been into lately?"

You try to stifle a giggle, attempting to hide a blush. "Well, he usually watches a lot of secretary stuff, but lately-"

"Let me take a wild guess," Tess says as she takes a swig out of the bottle, shot glasses long abandoned. "Sweet little housewife porn?"

"Not quite."

Her eyebrow raises curiously. "Worse than that?"

"Well, there's been an uptick of... breeding porn?" you blush furiously. "it's a lot."

Tess bursts into a fit of laughter, clutching her middle, all sense of professionalism out the window. "I think he's trying to tell you something!"

"What do you mean?" you ask, meeting her giggles. "What is breeding porn anyway?"

Tess stares at you. "Really Sugar? It means he wants to fuck a baby into you!"

You scratch the back of your head, clearly at a loss. "I-"

"The sex must be great," she quips. "I don't think that man has been intimate with anyone for the last ten years." She leans over toward you. "He has to make up for lost time," she whispers, giving you a wink.

"Yeah", you stammer, "It's great."

"Well, when you say it like that, maybe the old man lost his touch."

"Tess, can I level with you? I... I'm a virgin. I'm a 36-year-old virgin. Does that change how you see me?"

"Well, it depends. Is it by choice?"

You shrug, a hiccup escaping from your body. "I'm not entirely sure. Maybe it's a mix of both. Like I'm defective."

"Lay it on me," she looks around your surroundings, making sure that the door is closed. "This is a safe space... most of the time." She gives you a pointed look.  

"I guess... I don't know how to put myself out there. My parents, well, my dad- he was strict. One of those "You're not allowed to date until you're 80" kind of dads." You take another sip of whiskey, scrunching your face as it burns down your throat. "I... tried to date in college, but it never went past a first date. There was a lot of ghosting. It gave me a complex, you know? Who wants to date a nobody who looks like me? and it's so fucking pathetic, you know? to be the unwanted one. All of my friends, well, they're married and have kids, and I'm just that token single friend they take pity on because I will always be unlucky in love."

"I think that's a load of bull," Tess scoffs, arms crossed.

"Do you know what I think? You dealt with too many boys and not enough men." She drinks from the bottle once more, reclining further into her seat as she places her ankles on the edge of the desk. "Do you wanna know what I see in front of me? I see a girl who worked her ass off getting her masters, who doesn't depend on mommy and daddy to fund her lifestyle - yes," she raises a finger, interrupting you from replying. "I know who your parents are. You're hyper-independent, and you don't like handouts. Boys don't want a woman who doesn't need them, they don't want a fucking challenge. Do you know who does love a challenge? Men. Men like Joel."

Tess leans in, a sly grin playing on her lips. "Joel, now there's a man who appreciates someone like you. Someone who doesn't need saving, who's got her own game going. Boys might be intimidated, but men, well, they see a partner, not a project."

She takes another swig, the bottle now almost empty. "You don't want to waste your time on those boys playing grown-up. Trust me, been there, done that. Men bring something different to the table. They value independence, they crave a challenge. It's a whole different ball game. Think about it, Sugar. Besides," she laughs to herself, shaking her head. "I've never seen Joel so whipped for pussy in the 20 years that I've known him. You got him eating in the palm of your hand... and the best thing about it? you didn't even have to try. What woman can say that she managed to bag a millionaire without having to put out? Now that's power."

"What's this?" Joel asks suddenly, his eyes narrowing at the two of you as he hovers over the doorway. If he knocked, the two of you were too drunk to notice. "Tess? Care to share why Sugar can barely sit straight?"

Tess throws her hands up in surrender, a faint chuckle out of her lips. "What does it look like? We're just having a little birthday drink. I'd offer you a drink," she picks up the empty whiskey bottle, "but it looks like we beat you to it."

"Joel!" you beam at him, spinning around in your seat, your face flushed from your conversation with Tess. "Just the man we were talking about!"

"Sugar, are you feeling ok?" he gives you a small smile, trying to hide his concern.

"I'm just peachy, thanks for asking!" you sway in your seat, grabbing onto the armrest to steady yourself. "Tess and I were just discussing how you haven't had-"

"Just going over productivity metrics" Tess cuts you off, clearing her throat as she tries to steady herself, wincing. "I offered her a drink to apologize for my behavior earlier. We got a little carried away-" She straightens herself, motioning towards you. "I think you should give her a ride home, make sure she doesn't end up in the next state over because she drunkenly typed in the wrong address in the Tesla."

"Home sounds good," you murmur under your breath, your eyes closed.

Joel lets out an exasperated sigh, moving towards your slouched figure. "Okay Sugar," he whispers, his hands gently placed on your shoulders to steady you. "Do you think you can walk?"

"Maybe?" you hiccup, your body feeling like lead is coursing through your veins as you attempt to meet his concerned eyes. "Are you going to take me home? I don't think I can drive, everything is so fuzzy..."

If you weren't drunk off of your ass, you might have sensed the sudden lift from your seat, Joel carrying you effortlessly with a stern look aimed at Tess. "I appreciate the effort to make amends, Tess, but maybe find a different approach other than getting the employees drunk." He adjusts you so your head rests on his shoulder, preventing any potential dizziness.

She shrugs, a smirk forming at Joel as he quietly tries to settle you. "What can I say? Whiskey cures all."

"Goodnight, Tess," Joel grumbles, adjusting his hold as he carries you towards the parking lot.

Joel carefully situates you in the passenger seat of his truck, securing your seatbelt and making sure your head rests comfortably, sighing as he takes in your inebriated state. He places a chaste kiss on your forehead, offering you a reassuring smile. "I'm going to get your stuff back in the office, just close your eyes, okay?" he whispers, giving you one last glance before closing the door.

"I don't want to head home tonight. Can I crash at your place, Joel?" you murmur, eyelids too heavy to keep open. You swear you hear Joel reply something in return, but the alcohol in your system is finally starting to settle deep within your bones, lulling you into a deep sleep.

You don't remember much after that.

When you finally stir, it's dark. Instead of the familiar hum of Joel's truck, warmth envelops you, an arm securely around your middle. Joel snores softly.

"Joel?" you call out in the dark, your eyes trying to adjust to the lack of light. "Where am I?"

"Hush, baby, go back to sleep. It's still early," he mumbles, tightening the arm around you. You feel him gently press a kiss on your head. "Sleep, my little love, we'll talk in the morning, okay?"

"Okay," you reply, the smoothness of his voice lulling you back to sleep.  

"I love you, Joel." you think you say in your sleep. You don't care at this point, there's no sense of hiding it.

You swear you feel the ghost of his smile in response.

The next time you wake, the sunlight is pouring into the depths of Joel's bedroom, casting a hazy light, the air in the room still cold against your bare skin. Your eyes open wider at the realization that you're no longer in your work clothes. You blush at the thought of Joel undressing you, his hungry gaze on your bare body as he redresses you in something comfortable, embarrassed at the fact that you were too drunk to remember. You reluctantly open your eyes, blinking away the haze from a night of heavy drinking, trying to stifle a groan, not wanting to wake Joel.

You managed to lay halfway on top of him this time, your face buried in the crook of his neck. One of his hands is splayed against the expanse of your back, his leg slotted in between your thighs. You swear if you hitched your leg higher you would feel the firmness of his cock, already at half mast beneath the fabric of his boxers. You gaze at it in silent wonder, the realization that he's quite large - larger than the ones you see when you allow yourself to watch porn yourself.  

You find yourself grinding against his thigh, the sensation feeling like molten lava coursing through your veins. You don’t realize what you’re doing until the hand on your back starts to move, motioning your body to move back and forth as you continue to rub your clit against the hardness of his leg. "Fuck baby, are you close? You're shaking." he says roughly, pulling you into a kiss.  

"Joel, I saw what kind of porn you've been watching lately."

Joel stiffens at that, his hand still. "I'm beginning to think I can't hide shit from anyone," he laughs. "I guess I'm that transparent."

"Are you embarrassed?" you chuckle. "You can tell me, you know. Tess told me it's obvious that you want to fuck a baby-"

Joel groans. "Let's not talk about Tess right now. Besides- I know that you're a virgin, Sugar. I want your first time to be special, do it the right way. Let me help you ease into it-"

"Wasn't that what yesterday was about?" you blush, burying your face into his neck. "What if I'm ready now?"

"... are you sure, Sugar?" he asks hesitantly, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. "Don't want to pressure you into something you're not ready for."

"I don't want anyone else but you, Joel."

"You don't know how much I ache for you," he murmurs against your skin, placing wet open-mouthed kisses on your sternum, his hands slowly creeping up your shirt, his fingers grabbing onto the hem. "Can I, baby?" he asks, meeting your gaze as he kisses your skin. You give him a silent nod, lifting yourself slightly as he gently pulls his shirt off of your body, his eyes roaming on the slopes of your breasts. "Such perfect fucking tits, baby. Are they just for me?" he asks, the tip of his tongue flicking your nipple, his hand grasping the other.  

"Yes Joel, just for you," you breathe. His hands drift lower towards your aching cunt. "Put a baby into me, Joel. I want it."

"Fuck," he shouts, his hands grabbing your ass, shifting your body to be at the center of his king-sized bed. "You shouldn't say those things to me, I might just do it," he replies, settling himself in between your thighs. He cants his erection against your cunt, capturing your lips for a bruising kiss. "Can you feel just how much I ache for you?" His hand finds your core once more, his thumb pressing on your clit.  

Oh.

Your hands find his, pushing it onto your clit harder, the added pressure making you arch your back, your chest pressing onto his. His mouth finds your breasts once more, his tongue eagerly lapping and sucking at your pebbled nipples. "Such beautiful tits, Sugar. It'll get more beautiful when they get bigger and full of milk for my baby."  

He continues to worship your tits for a while, the pleasure that he's pulling from you making you dizzy with want, your pussy clenching onto nothing as he continues to grind against you. "Fuck Joel!" you cry out, your body chasing your orgasm, your chest too sensitive from his ministrations.  

"Tell me what you want, baby. What do you need?"

"I need your cock, daddy. I feel so fucking empty-"

Joel gives your breasts one final suck, the pop echoing throughout the vastness of his room. "I have to make you come first, baby. You're not ready for my cock yet." He slides a finger between your folds, his thumb adding more pressure onto your clit. Joel shifts his body down, pressing kisses down your torso as he makes his way to the waistband of your panties, his fingers hooking into the elastic, pulling them down. He hooks his arms under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of his bed, spreading you wider as you present yourself to him.

"Baby," he groans like he's in pain. He parts your slicked folds with his finger, coating it with your wetness. You jump as he flicks your clit, pinching it for good measure. "I'm beginning to think you're aching for me too, Sugar." You moan deeply, your body thrashing between the sheets, your body begging for more.  

"Don't fucking tease me, Joel," you pant. "I need you-"

He slaps your pussy harshly. "You'll take what I give you, little girl. Do I need to teach you how to be patient? We skipped dinner last night, you gonna deny Daddy of his meal?"

"No, Daddy. Please-"

"Are you gonna be a good little girl and let Daddy take care of you? Let me taste your sweet pussy?" he adds a second finger against your folds, teasing your entrance as you gasp and throw your head back.

"Yes," you plead. "Yes, yes, yes, take what you want-"

You can hardly breathe as Joel tugs your legs over his shoulders, angling your hips. You swear you feel your heart beating through your ears, your entire body feeling like it's on fire. Joel gives you one last smirk as he lowers his face to your cunt.  

You swear you implode the moment his mouth comes in contact with your clit.  

His tongue is lapping at your slick, the tip flicking your aching nub, languidly kissing your slit, taking his time. He's devouring you like he's been starved for years, getting hungrier and more desperate as you swear you can feel the bed shake, his dick grinding down on the mattress. He harshly grabs the globes of your ass cheeks, slipping his tongue at your entrance, your entire body flailing on the bed from overstimulation.  

He reaches for your hand and places it on his head, your fingers threading through his curls. "Hold on to me, Sugar. Don't be gentle," he says against your pussy, groaning as you pull so hard you swear you might just pull it out of his scalp. You begin to rock your hips against his face, the tip of his nose grazing against your clit, the both of you finding a rhythm as you chase your impending orgasm. You're close. So close.

"Come for me, baby. Fucking soak my face-" Joel begs, taking your clit in his teeth. Tears begin to form at the corner of your eyes, your body trembling and shaking and thrashing as he continues to consume you.  

"Joel!" you cry, "It's too much, I can't-" You swear your vision blacks out as you suddenly feel a gush of slick being released out of you, soaking Joel's face and the sheets beneath you. You try to meet his gaze, his pupils blown black, his eyes wide.  

"That's a good fucking girl!" he shouts, lapping you up completely, drinking from your pussy. He suddenly rises to his feet, his hands still gripping your thighs, lifting your ass higher as he lines his cock to your entrance.  

"Are you sure you want this?" he asks, probing the tip at your entrance. "Once I start I won't be able to stop. Is this something you want? I need to hear you say it."

"I want it, Joel. I want you."

"Do you want me to wear a condom?"

You look at him, shaking your head. "I thought you said you wanted to fuck a baby into me. I'm not on anything and you would be my first-"

Joel wraps your thighs around his waist, leaning towards you as he kisses you, long and deep. "I love you, Sugar... and I know you love me," He inches his tip into your entrance slowly, giving you shallow thrusts. "I'll give you everything-" he groans as he slowly fills you to the hilt, stopping his thrusts as he allows you to adjust to his length.  

It's a lot. Too long and too thick and you're gripping onto him, gripping onto him like a vice. You gasp at the intrusion, the pinch so sharp you close your eyes in pain, clutching at Joel, digging your nails harshly against his skin.  

"I need you to relax, Sugar," Joel says, his voice strained. "What do you need? I don't want to hurt you."

You shake your head. "Just... talk to me. Distract me." You take a deep breath. "When did you know? Know that you loved me?"

The corner of his mouth twitches, a small smile on his face as he starts to slowly push in and out of you. "Do you remember the day that you first yelled at me? The day when I was working when it was storming out-"

"The day we had a tornado watch?" you pant, taking another deep breath as he continues to thrust into you, slow and deep. "You were an absolute moron, risking your life for some bullshit deadline my dad held over your head-" you gasp, your hips canting towards as you meet him thrust for thrust. "No amount of money is worth risking your life-"

"I couldn't bear seeing you cry, begging me to come down the roof," he groans, grabbing onto your hip as he thrusts deeper into you. "No one besides my family has shown me such care for my well-being, not even Sarah's mom, forcing me to work hell or high water... fuck.  You feel so fucking good baby, I don't think I can last-" he starts to thrust into you in earnest, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing throughout the room.

It's obscene.

"You practically jumped onto me the moment I came down, gripping onto me like a life raft, fuck... feeling you in my arms, the tears running down your face-" he's pounding into you now, both of his hands gripping onto your hips harshly as he fucks you into the mattress. "I was fucking gone for you, baby," he pants. "I knew I loved you then. Knew I had to make you mine, no matter what it took... Fuck." Joel closes his eyes, throwing his head back as he fucks into you deeper, so deep you can't think straight, your second orgasm building. His chest is heaving as he opens his eyes once more, his face full of love and adoration.  

You never thought you would feel what belonging felt like, what home would feel like.

Seeing him look at you in wonder, like you hung the stars in the sky at night yourself...

You don't realize you're both crying, the tears from Joel's eyes running down his face as he sets a brutal pace, angling your hips higher as he plows into you.  

"I want to give you a family, baby. I want you to stay, forever."

"Then don't let me go, Joel. Don't leave me-" you gasp, your face wrought with tears. "I love you, Joel. So much."

"I won't," he breathes, leaning over you as he kisses you furiously, his hips snapping into you. "You're so close, baby, I can feel you gripping me so tight, I'm going to fill you up so good, give you a fucking baby, keep you in this house I built for you, never letting you leave..." he babbles incoherently. "Come with me, baby. Come with me, please-"

Your body tenses up like a coil, the string keeping your sanity together snapping as you shriek, Joel roaring as you both come, his spend pulsing into deep into you, thick and hot and molten.  

Joel slumps onto you, completely spent. He keeps his cock in you until he softens and slips out, his finger quickly gathering the spend seeping out of you and pushing it in, keeping it safe. He laughs as he falls onto the mattress next to you, pressing small chaste kisses on your face, taking you into his arms.  

"Did you mean it?" he asks softly, his fingers cradling your face. "Did you mean it when you said you loved me?"

You take his hand in yours, threading your fingers through his, offering him a small smile.

"I love you, Joel. So much."

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[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Jason would probably lose it if he overheard two of his men talking about how hot his darling is and wondering if they get a turn with them after. Immediately promoted to a corpse full of holes.

OOooonononono, holy shit this wouldn't end well lmao

Like I'm imagining two of them commenting on the boss bringing their unconscious body into the compound bridal style, overhearing him talking softly to them, etc and putting things together. Y'know, they aren't bad looking...bet the Knight is gonna be a lot less pent-up now that he's got her holed up in his quarters. Man, now they wish THEY had a cute squeeze like that. Maybe if they get promoted high enough and show their loyalty, the Knight might throw 'em a bone. But if he was gonna share, he'd probably let Deathstroke have a go with him and Darling first. They go way back, and he's got a lot of stories about his conquests on and off various battlefields...

Jason orders them both over the radio to come speak with him for a "special assignment" involving Darling, and the militia men can't believe it. Instead of killing them though, he beats them both within an inch of their life over the comm feed for everyone to hear. "The next time I hear one of you talking with your dick like this, I'm personally castrating you with my bare hands. Maybe then you can focus on doing your goddamn jobs."

[narutodivorcearcreal]

assorted f fight club designs!!! emo haired marlon for tylerstesticles

closeups and rambles under cut

before meeting taylor/tyler f narrator would mostly conform to standards for women both internally and externally. she would shave, keep her hair long, dress feminine but i dont think she would invest a lot of time in things like makeup (excluding foundation and such for fight club bruises) or diets. she would be self conscious about her appearance a lot, and would have beauty products but i dont see her consistently using them.

in my mind she collects kitchenware because 1. she expects to get married and take on the caretaking mother/wife role and 2. its less expensive than furniture (insurance call center salary). she could collect makeup. i see her as being pretty insecure that she isn’t married by 30 but doesn’t really want a boyfriend/husband.

as she spends more time with taylor she would adopt taylors masculine characteristics both because of taylor’s ideology and because narrator wants to be taylor.

despite marlon never having sex with taylor, narrator would harbor more resentment for him than regular narrator does for marla.

she would also hate her boss so much more. her boss would see her as daughter-substitute as well as a woman (inherent object to dominate) which would lead to him treating narrator with affection (from his pov) condescension and creepy undertones.

she would hate angel face less, though. still mutilates her but it’s the thought that counts.

taylor/tyler is the one who designwise changed the least. to me shes just tyler with slightly longer hair.

i might change her name bc taylor is too feminine a name for her

she would be very masculine, yes because of her whole liberate women thing but also because this is what narrator thinks is hot. i.e wearing mens clothes (obviously) being built like a brick wall, masculine mannerisms overall

this is also because she fills the same traditionally paternal roles as tyler: 1. the parent (not as nurture but teach/guide. taylor is mother and father substitute but leans more towards father substitute) 2. ideal self (not explicitly masculine but this is who narrator idealizes) 3. God.

i think project mayhem would be more explicitly homoerotic in this au because advocating for independence from men/you can get away with no-homoing relationships a lot more if its between women/??????????

primary members of project mayhem

-disenfranchised housewives (financial dependence on men)

-young women (objectification, beauty standards, etc)

-middle aged working women (undervalued female-majority jobs like nursing, too old to be valued for sex and now valued for nothing)

though taylor’s ideology would be mostly centered around liberation of women etc she would still hate women in management/power. pisses in rich people soup regardless of gender

despite his and taylors relationship being healthier(????) than its canon counterpart due to them being just friends instead of hookups+????? i think taylor would still burn marlon w cigs and call him a human butt-wipe. he’d be fine with it though

he wears womens clothes from the thrift but i dont think he would act particularly feminine

in this au taylor cant steal his moms liposuction fat to make soap as i imagine he doesn’t have a great relationship with his parents

almost gets castrated by project mayhem when shits all going down

overall not that different from canon marla.

[castatratewriter520]

閹割教會

在俄羅斯有個特殊的教會組織叫skoptsy，創始成員們都提倡只有切除身上的罪惡根源，才能夠真正得到上帝的恩典，隨著時間不斷的轉變，這個組織早已分佈於世界各地，從原本的幾十人規模，現早已破好千萬人，宗教的教義中，女人的胸部是罪、男人的生殖器官是罪，所以為了根治這些罪，加入教會後，當完成了受洗，就必須洗淨自己的罪，從18世紀開始到現在的22世紀，切除這些器官早已是司空見慣，5個人裡面就有一位來自skoptsy，只要人們真心懺悔自己的罪惡，拋開過去的一切，不論是誰都可以加入教會，大部分的人都是在結婚生完孩子後，才會正式加入教會，這漸漸的成為了一種世襲，上至達官顯貴，下至貧民百姓，都是這樣一代傳一代，在21世紀末，多國政府甚至將某一天設立為skoptsy Day，這天可以說是教會的大日子，因為這天全球的教會都會同時舉辦受洗活動，所有前來參加活動的人，都將在這天重生，將更加接近神的世界，今天是2050年12月1日，距離大日子不到一週，我從小就已經開始計劃，年滿30歲的時候，不論我有沒有結婚生子，我都會在30歲生日那年接受洗禮，雖然爸媽希望我可以生完孩子後再去受洗，但是如今這社會，沒孩子過一輩子的人多的是，有沒有生孩子根本沒有差別，所以我在教會的網站上填寫了受洗報名，報名表除了填寫基本資料之外，還必須將自己的生殖器官拍照上傳，並附註確切數值，這樣才算完成報名，因為切下來的器官會有人願意收購，只要你的生殖器有符合買家的需求，只要收購成功，自己還能額外獲得一筆錢，所以每個報名的人都願意上傳照片，如今剩不到一週，我打算好好把握自己的時間，約了好幾個朋友一起出去旅遊幾天，我們來到了俄羅斯首都莫斯科，又去了博物館、貝加爾湖等著名景點，就為了好好的體驗生活，一群快30歲的男人，有些人早已結婚生子，有些人跟我一樣都還沒對象，有幾位跟我一樣報名了今年度的受洗，想當年我們都是一起讀書長大的同學，如今也要準備受洗了，我們十幾位朋友，在湖泊脫光衣服，一起跳入了河川戲水，有一兩個朋友在幾年前就接受受洗，其中一位還是我的好朋友謝爾蓋，他跟我當年可是玩遍了全校的女同學，謝爾蓋在當年被稱為巨屌王，因為當年我們才剛滿18歲，但是謝爾蓋還沒勃起就已經有17公分長，勃起的時候甚至跟女同學的手臂一樣粗，再加上他有一副優質的帥臉，更是全校排名第一的優菜，但是如今的他，已經接受了受洗，他受洗當天，聽說有人用了一筆不小的金額購買了謝爾蓋的生殖器官，他老婆之後甚至還哭了好多天，但是卻也因為這筆錢，讓他們在首都買了一間豪宅，謝爾蓋如今只能用其他方式來滿足自己跟他老婆的慾望了，現在的謝爾蓋依然是非常帥氣，不過現在全身赤裸的他，下體已經剩下一個尿口，或許是不習慣沒了陰莖的他，我內心突然覺得有點心酸，但是看到謝爾蓋依然開心的跟我們一起玩水的樣子，或許是我自己想太多了，我們一群人玩累了坐在旁邊的石頭上休息，幾個跟我一樣要接受洗禮的朋友靠了過來，紛紛向謝爾蓋提出疑問，不外乎就是問割的時候痛嗎，會不會漏尿之類的問題，謝爾蓋只是很乾脆的說，不會啊，你們看我有漏尿之類的嗎，他只是耳提面命的提醒割完之後，千萬不要吃重口味的東西，保持傷口的乾淨等傷口照護，謝爾蓋看著我的陰莖，笑著說，終於輪到你啦，老友，我只是不耐煩的說，拜託，當年你的陰莖是很大，不過我的也不差啊，也有15公分長，如今你的17公分都已經被切除了，我現在至少還贏你15公分，謝爾蓋只是笑著說，是是是，你終於贏我了，不過如果你的生殖器有人收購的話，到時候記得要請我吃飯喔，我翻了翻白眼，可是我跟他瞬間氣氛又化為寧靜，他溫柔的眼神看著我，兄弟，等你重生的那天，結束後我們再出來聚聚，我跟我的朋友們約好了，等身體恢復健康後，再出來聚聚，幾天的旅遊行程終於結束了，我們回到了波戈托爾，通常為了流程的順利，我們參加者前一日就會到區域教會報到，隔日凌晨四點左右開始起床準備活動的事情，教會發給每一個參加者一份受洗流程圖，內容寫到所有參加者，受洗前必須先將陰毛剃光，然後受洗當下全身不穿任何衣服，然後隨者神父的唱名一一往前接受受洗，這次來參加的人，多半是社區的居民，多半是30歲以上的結婚者，也有很多是剛滿20歲就來參加的人，這間教會主要是負責男性的受洗，女性的受洗則是在相隔兩公里的教會負責，畢竟男女有別，還是必須尊重別人的隱私，這次包含我在內，一共有20位，有幾位還是前幾天一起出遊的同學，我們在浴室裡一邊剃著陰毛，一邊抓著彼此的陰莖嬉鬧，畢竟這罪惡的根要被切除了，教會的旁邊有一個小型的焚化爐，這個焚化爐，每年都要燒掉一堆生殖器官，沒有被收購的生殖器官，就會被直接送去火化，所以大家都希望至少可以被收購，還能額外獲得一筆錢，但是一切都要等完成淨化之後才能知道自己的是否被收購。

活動於早上九點正式開始了，神父開始一一叫名，第一位是隔壁的鄰居貝爾德，29歲，有個兩歲大的兒子跟一個不到一歲的女兒，因為生了兩個小孩了，貝爾德就順勢在女兒出生滿8個月的時候，報名了這次的受洗，神父嘴裡念念有辭，我是有聽沒有懂啦，接著貝爾德單膝跪地雙手交叉抱著胸，頭低下看著地上，神父將聖水淋在貝爾德的身上，連續三次，受洗的流程就完成了，接著就是轉過身看向眾人，大聲的坦承自己的罪，並願意消除自己的罪，身旁的工作人員拿著一件純白的披風蓋著貝爾德，另一位工作人員推出了一張座椅，示意要貝爾德坐在椅子上，貝爾德坐在椅子上後，工作人員將一件綠色的被子蓋在貝爾德身上，只有露出了貝爾德的生殖器，為了避免有人害怕血液，所以貝爾德的眼睛被矇住，看不到割掉的過程，醫生拿出了一把弧形的刀，這把刀是教會歷代傳承下來的，年代雖然久遠但因為經常使用的關係，刀子依然非常明亮鋒利，麻醉師先進行了局部麻醉，待藥效發作後，醫生先是握著貝爾德的兩顆睪丸，醫生非常迅速的一刀割下貝爾德的睪丸，並丟到旁邊的盤子裡，接著又抓著他的陰莖，往外拉直，刀子一劃就割斷了陰莖，鮮血開始一直流出來，醫生將貝爾德的陰莖丟到盤子裡後，開始將傷口止血並縫合傷口，受洗就算是完成了，雖然科技的進步，只要在傷口上噴上藥劑，一天就可以完全復原了，但是教會為了提醒前人的努力付出，所以每個受洗完的人都必須讓傷口自己慢慢癒合，才能徹底體會古人的辛苦，一名助手隨即將放在盤子上的生殖器官做整理，先是將陰莖用清水洗乾淨，然後放到禮盒裡，然後將陰囊裡的兩顆睪丸取出，並將白膜移除，此時貝爾德的兩顆睪丸就完整的出現了，助手小心的區分左右睪丸，並放入禮盒內，包裝好後由快遞送往收購者的住家，而貝爾德也因此獲得了25萬盧布的現金，第二位被神父唱名的是我的國小同學伊萬，他也是從小一起長大的好朋友，長相非常俊俏，身高有190公分，他在去年就已經結婚，小孩在今年出生後不久，他就跟我說他報名了受洗儀式，成熟男子的生殖器官總是特別粗大，伊萬不僅身高高，連生殖器都好大一副，在經過聖水沐浴之後，伊萬來到了座椅上，工作人員將綠色毯子蓋上，醫生將伊萬的生殖器從毯子的洞用出來，當助理準備蓋上伊萬的眼睛時，伊萬表示他不想矇著眼睛，想親眼見到被閹掉的過程，麻醉師開始在伊萬的生殖器官進行麻醉，醫生確認沒問題後，拿出一把新的弧形彎刀，由於伊萬的睪丸很大顆，醫生花了一番功夫才順利握住，哪怕再大一副睪丸，在鋒利的彎刀上仍然不值得一提，一刀的功夫就讓兩顆睪丸脫離了伊萬的身體，看伊萬那震驚的表情，看來不論是否準備好了，割下來的那一剎那，仍然需要時間來適應，醫生直接將切下來的東西放進盤子裡，接下來就剩下一根陰莖了，醫生抓起那根大熱狗，毫無懷疑的就沿著陰莖根部劃下一刀，陰莖就被切的一點也不剩，醫生手上那根陰莖，不知道是醫生人生中第幾根切下來的東西，不過至少不會是最後一根，經過熟練的縫合後，伊萬被工作人員攙扶到一旁的位置上休息，而伊萬的生殖器也被人用300萬盧布金額收購了，伊萬的禮盒大了一點，而且當助手將伊萬的睪丸從白膜中取出時，伊萬的睪丸真的是非常肥美，真的是值這樣的價格，隨者麻醉藥的退去，最先受洗的貝爾德開始疼痛到發出聲音，工作人員立刻幫貝爾德注射止痛藥，並讓他吃抗生素預防感染問題，疼痛很快就緩解了許多，神父開始呼叫第三位受洗者，他是跟我一起出去旅遊的高中同學，葉菲姆，他在學生時候就是一個很紳士的人，那天一起脫光衣服在河川玩水，大概是我看過他最瘋狂的時候，平時都是正正經經的他，那天也是我第一次看到葉菲姆的裸體，雖然不是說特別天賦異稟，不過他身上的體毛非常茂密，棕色的胸毛一直延伸到他的陰莖，像是一隻小熊很可愛，看他那天開心的一起打鬧嬉戲，如今也跟我一樣來受洗，剛才葉菲姆已經將陰毛剃光，露出他乾乾淨淨的陰莖，看著他接受聖水沐浴的畫面，真心覺得這畫面好莊嚴神聖，在他轉身對著大家坦誠自己的罪時，我才知道原來葉菲姆一直對於他高中時，偷嚐禁果這件事非常懊悔，不過我自己並不覺得什麼，畢竟我也很喜歡做愛，在工作人員帶領下，葉菲姆已經坐好，醫生將生殖器官調整好位置，工作人員將葉菲姆的眼睛蒙上，做好了前置作業，一切都已就緒，看著葉菲姆嘴巴念念有辭，不過大致上就是在說，我要根除自己的罪之類的話，很快醫生就一刀揮下，斬斷了葉菲姆的睪丸，而葉菲姆似乎也知道已經被割下睪丸，開始感恩上帝的恩典，陰莖也在熟練的操作下被醫生切下，一旁的工作人員將葉菲姆的生殖器官拿出教堂，送往焚化爐燒毀，一切都是這麼的快速，沒有太多時間上的浪費，因為葉菲姆的生殖器官並沒有人購買，眼看也不到一個小時的時間，就已經完成了三位受洗，我也想早點接受受洗，希望神父趕快叫到我的名字！ 結果第四名受洗者就是我，神父叫了我的名字，我興奮的往神父走去，我走到神父面前後，我單膝跪地雙手交叉抱著胸，眼睛看著即將割掉的生殖器官，興奮到難以言喻，聽完神父的禱告詞後，神父將聖水潑灑在我身上，儀式順利完成，我站在殿上，訴說著自己的罪���，我將披肩脫掉，直直走向座椅，助手將布蓋住我的身體，只露出即將割掉的生殖器官，我要助手不要蓋住我的眼睛，我想親眼看著全部過程，很快麻醉針就完成了注射，隨著生殖器官逐漸麻木，醫生右手拿起彎刀，左手握住我的睪丸，不過就一秒的時間，我跟睪丸立刻分了家，接著我的陰莖被醫生拉的很緊，醫生的彎刀直接在我的根部切了下去，醫生將割下來的陰莖放到盤子裡，緊接著以非常快的速度進行傷口的縫合，我也順利完成了淨身，我一邊被醫生縫合傷口，一邊看著助手處理我的生殖器官，看著我的陰莖跟睪丸整齊的擺在禮盒內，我覺得很開心，因為我完成了淨身，而且我的生殖器官也成功被人收購，沒想到我的還能賣到150萬盧布的金額，這是我萬萬沒有想到的，我的15公分好歹還是有很大用處的，只是不知道是誰買走的。之後，教堂花了半天的時間，就將所有報名參加的人完成了淨身，其中只有五位成員沒有被收購得到現金，而20人中收到最多現金的是住在隔了一條街的亞里斯，本人用了1000萬盧布的價格收購了，他的真的是天賦異稟，不僅長度就超過20公分，蛋蛋也是與伊萬不相上下，真的是人外有人天外有天，畢竟市場上還是會比較想買尺寸大一點的，因為比較划算，我花了一週的時間恢復健康，一週後我踏出教堂的那一天，我覺得自己特別的純潔，特別覺得上帝離我好近好近，這或許就是淨身的魅力所在。

[sapphic-woes]

Sevika x Fem!Reader - Two Faced

A/N: I just really like her. Anyways Sevika witnesses a woman tell off her shitty boyfriend and thinks it’s a riot, so of course she follows her to the restroom. Minors DNI. 

Word Count: 4k.  AO3 Link

Pt. 2

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You had standards. Admittedly, they were insanely high.

“Fuck off!” You shoved past your disappointment of a boyfriend, heels clacking with purpose. What was it with your luck these days? It had hardly been a month, and already he was grinding your gears. It seemed all the universe had to offer was one useless man after the next, and it was starting to become redundant.

You stormed into the ladies' restroom, pissed out of your mind. From the moment you’d met up at the club to party with his friends, he’d been the same; inattentive, dismissive, and rudely belittling. Worst yet, he only ever remembered your existence when there was an itch between his legs–and you wanted anything else but that.

“Mother fucker…” You muttered, eyeing the alcohol spilled on your expensive, tiny, off-the-shoulder, red dress. Sure, you were dating, but you hadn't done anything yet. Like every guy before him, sex in your mind was something to put off for as long as you could. You didn't get the hype–men were gross, annoying and sleazy–or at least, those were the excuses you told to yourself to avoid the obvious.

That maybe, just maybe…you simply weren't interested in men at all.

When your stiff reactions to his advances became clear as day, his slimy ass didn't give up. No–he had to try and trick you into stripping off your dress. Like hell you were dumb enough to follow him to a secluded part of the club just so he could “dry you off” after dumping half his fucking drink on you. That man was a walking red flag, and you were done. Either you were picking up another boy toy tonight, or calling it quits altogether.

At least, if he wasn’t standing right outside the bathroom door. Which, while you didn’t know that for certain…with the way he was acting tonight? It was highly plausible. 

“I should take my Louboutins," you groaned in frustration, hands gripping the sink counter, “and castrate him.”

“That…would definitely be a sight.”

You jumped, having not noticed someone else come in. You frowned, ready to tear this person disturbing you a new one before glancing to the side. Shit. You did a double take, and despite wanting to hide it, your eyes widened with fear.

No one in this club didn’t know that face, or that body. She was impossibly tall, with intimidating broad shoulders and a scowl formed by the devil himself. Sevika entered, and suddenly the bathroom felt too small for the both of you. Her presence alone was that overwhelming, making you suck in a shaky, terrified breath.

If having a problem with your boyfriend was a threat, having an issue with Silco’s right hand was a death wish…and no matter how prideful you were, even you knew better than to cross that line.

Well, at least you thought you did. Your friends would probably swear otherwise.

“I couldn’t help but see what happened back there. You made quite the scene.” Had you? Oh right–

–you splashed your entire drink over his head when his hands got too close to the hem of your dress, ignoring his sputter of surprise. You rose, downing his own shot of whiskey he claimed was too strong for you before wiping your glossy lips with the back of your hand.

“First of all jackass–even if we were the last people on earth, I’d rather jump off a building than have your nasty dick shoved up my ass. Seriously–what the fuck is that? It looks like you need to spend the night with a fucking doctor, not me.” You hadn’t seen shit, but yelling it loud enough would make him never set foot in this club ever again…and well, you were too mad to be nice anymore.

“Second? You’re boring as hell. Why don’t you go find a personality instead of spewing the same misogynistic shit every dude still living in their mom’s basement says? Yeah I’m hot, I’m stuck up, I’m a goddamn slut–but guess what?” You flipped him off as you gathered your things.

“This “stupid whore” still isn’t going to fuck you. So you know what you should do instead? Fuck off!” Oh. Looking back, you guessed you had made a bit of a scene. Was she here to kick you out? 

“And…?” You inwardly cursed at your disinterested tone, turning back to the mirror and eying your makeup. “I didn’t know you dealt with stuff like this." Were you egging her on? No, no, no–there was no way you were dumb enough to–

"...Being his right hand and all.” Fuck. You were egging her on. 

Your heart pounded in your chest, hairs standing up on the back of your neck. Where you expected a furious reaction, you were met with a look much, much worse. A devilish, downright sinister grin spread around her cigar. Tense, you studied her from the corner of your eyes, plagued over how she would eventually react. 

No matter what she does, she demands attention. Maybe her lack of retaliation was a tactic. If so, it was working. Your eyes were glued to her, and you had to admit, seeing Sevika simply standing there made your heart skip a beat. The woman was as equally captivating as she was terrifying, and this situation only made that fact more evident. 

Sure, her mechanical arm glinted like it was one twitch away from gutting you, but her clothes fit her like a glove. Those fine arms and the peek her top gave of her scar-riddled waist was damn near criminal. If I’m going to die tonight, I might as well get a closer look, right? 

You’d only ever seen her passing by or talking with a group of people equally as intimidating as she was. Now she was less than a few feet from you, and despite her smile, she didn't do anything at your snide remark. Rather, she let out a short puff of her cigar, smoke escaping past her lips with an easy chuckle.

Then, there was silence.

It would have been better if she reacted with rage. Anger was something you could handle. But this? She hadn’t said a word in response, yet you still felt like a caged animal. You were running out of things to fake your attention on while you watched her, dabbing the same patch of alcohol on your dress for the twentieth time. After several seconds passed, your patience ran thin.

I can't just stand here waiting for her to kill me. Who cared if that man was waiting for you outside, you needed to get out of the bathroom as soon as you possibly could. However, just as you thought it couldn’t get any worse, Sevika suddenly caught you staring at her through the mirror. Shit–! 

Quickly, you turned away, moving to open your purse as if you were busy. Sevika snorted, and you inwardly cringed. You were painfully aware of the long drag she took of her cigar. She let it out as a slow puff, shamelessly eyeing you up and down as she did. Where her gaze lingered, your body burned, and you weren’t sure whether it was from embarrassment or fear. Sevika moved to put her cigar out on the bathroom’s marble countertop, and you were certain that if anyone else had done so, Silco would have killed them.

Hands in her pockets, she took her time walking towards you. There wasn't any reason to rush, the both of you knew why.  

“I don’t.” Her voice this close was smooth, running down your spine as she stood behind you. 

“Not unless I can gain something from it.” Damnit. You calmed your pounding heart.

“You're cocky,” you raised your eyebrow at her through the mirror, “not that I’m surprised.” The corner of her lips twitched. You knew this was a dangerous game to be playing. It wasn't like you'd never seen her work before. In fact, you wished you never did. She didn't fight for an opponent to recover, no–if she didn't kill them, she broke them–and, you thought with horror, what if she did the same to you?

You looked away from her, becoming too scared to hold eye contact. However, there was no way in hell you were going to show her that. Instead, you pulled out lipgloss, intending to obnoxiously fix your makeup. The plan worked. 

Slowly, you dragged the strawberry shimmering substance across your top lip, and Sevika didn’t shift her gaze away. You spread the gloss over your bottom lip next, dramatically pressing them together to even it all out. The entire time, Sevika watched the action in a near predatory manner. The taller woman didn't look away when you spoke, lips drawing out a teasing statement.

"My eyes are up here, darling." To your surprise, the Sevika froze. It was less than a second, but you caught her off guard. It was clear you were the type to say a lot of bullshit, but to call her darling? When she was twice your height and width? Sevika thought you were something else. Definitely in over your head, but still… Her eyes narrowed, and she took a moment to study you, taking in the little shiver you tried to suppress. 

Cute. She wondered what it would take until you could no longer hide your fear, or even better, your trembling.

“Do you talk like this to everyone?” You paused at the tinge of annoyance in her voice. A part of you wanted to backtrack and profusely apologize. Another told you that was exactly what would get you killed. In the end, you played off freezing up by simply offering her a smirk.

“Please, you followed me all the way here…then expect me not to believe my attitude isn't what you like?” You were bluffing, sort of. Even if it was a fairly logical explanation, it was still hard to fathom the Sevika wanting you. It wasn’t like you weren’t a catch–being gracious, you considered yourself to be an 11/10–but you were still a nobody. Sevika was a name whispered in hushed voices out of fear that she might show up. Yours?

“You fucking bitch!” Banging came from the door, making you flinch in surprise. Sevika didn’t even move, eyes still trained on you. “I can’t believe you said all that shit–come out! You can’t stay in there forever!” Well, you didn’t even get the decency of someone actually using it. Fuck, I almost forgot about him. What were you going to do? He was right, you couldn’t just stay here–

Your focus was elsewhere, and perhaps that's why you missed her advances until it was too late.

“You’re right. I am interested. You walked in here looking like arm candy, only to explode and leave that man without a shred of dignity left. His company wasn’t worth your time, but mine?” When had she gotten so close that the heat from her body warmed the back of your neck?  She was bigger than you, that was obvious enough, but the proximity made it suffocating.

She loomed, making the air around you fill with earthy spice. Whatever she smoked, it was expensive. To your alarm, a large hand rested on the countertop to your right, and another to your left. You were caged in, and you didn’t dare move–not when the slightest shift created friction between you two, and Sevika’s eyes darkened in a way you knew all too well

“Sweetheart…” Her voice was an enticing rumble by your ear, and no amount of self control could stop you from shivering in delight. “I’ll do everything he could never do.” It was a bold claim, though you doubted it came without experience. That asshole is still out there…and the bathroom isn’t soundproof, right? 

You were a bitch alright. The worst of them all. To fuck Silco’s right hand man while your shitty ex heard it all? You couldn’t pass up a chance like that, even if it was dangerous. With a casual hum, you fixed a goading stare on Sevika through the mirror, prettily tilting your head to speak.

“Well…I suppose I can let you entertain me for a while.”

_______ 

You’d been in out of your head, that was for sure.

You’d never come across greed in the form of hands, let alone commanding ones. Sevika’s touch was everywhere; over your hips, waist, and breasts, as if she was trying to consume all of you at once. Your breath was faulty, tingling all over as her rough palms memorized the shape of your body. How was this so good, already? She had yet to even slip a hand underneath your dress, yet you felt naked. It was as if the barrier of the dress meant nothing, and her touch shot little fireworks through your skin regardless.

“W-wait...” You were breathless, gasping as a hand flicked over the peak of your breasts from over your dress.  You instinctively buckled, but an arm wrapped around your waist brought your back flush against her. Her metal arms reached up, soothing against your burning cheeks as Sevika held your face in her palm. 

“A word of advice?” Her voice was a sultry drawl, muddling your mind as she turned your face to look up at her, “don’t go biting off more than you can chew.”  

With that, she closed the distance between you two. The kiss was hot, carnal in nature as your lips parted and she took the invitation to kiss you deeper. It was focused and intense, with her hand holding your face exactly where she wanted it. You swore you were melting, becoming a puddle from that first kiss alone, and when she pulled away to look into your glossy eyes, Sevika smirked.

“You might just choke on it, darling.” She was never going to let that go. Too bad you weren’t known for not being petty either.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” You muttered just as a metal thumb brushed over your smeared glossy lips, “you go down smoother than wine.” The woman snorted, dark lips curling as she moved to kiss your bare shoulder.

“Is that so?” That was all the warning you were given. Suddenly, a hand on your back pushed you forward. You let out a startled gasp, hands slamming against the sink counter. 

“What are you doing?” Your pissed off words dwindled in your throat as Sevika finally slipped her hands under your dress to hike it up over your ass. A hand gripped the side of your panties, and in a split second you knew the answer to your own question. 

“No, wait–!” The sound of threads breaking apart made your heart stutter, and your eyes widened as Sevika unceremoniously ripped your underwear right off you. That was expensive! 

“What the fuck is your–ow!” Another forceful shove had you completely on the countertop, sideways with your heat exposed to the towering woman before you. You huffed, shuddering under the dark eyes tracing over every part of you. Sevika looked at you like she had been starving for weeks, her own chest heaving as she hummed. She let the fabric in her hand drop to the floor, stepping towards you and making your breath hitch in your throat.

“There’s no difference whether you wear it…” Her hand caressed the inside of your thigh, gently spreading your legs so she could step between them, “or not.” 

Oh God. You watched with wide eyes as she lowered herself, shrinking her overwhelming shadow until she was kissing the top of your neck. She trailed down, leaving her marks everywhere until she got to the top of your dress.

She took a single finger to pull the garment down, exposing your breasts for her to adore. You moaned as hot lips suckled them, breaths shallow as you crumbled underneath her.

“Ah…shit, my fucking heels…” She chucked into your chest as you struggled to kick them off. They loudly clattered onto the bathroom floor, but you didn’t care, able to wrap your bare feet around Sevika’s waist now. A bite was given as a reward, and you jolted in pleasure, hands moving to caress the side of Sevika’s face. 

Again, the woman was surprised by you, pausing at the gentle touch you offered. Usually, when she picked up cute little things like you, they were too scared to dare touch her back. Even if they were lost in pleasure, it seemed no one could see past the metal arm, or the power Sevika held. 

However, from the moment she’d entered the bathroom you treated her no differently than anyone else. If anything, you were more aware than most–the way you studied her like a prey looking at a predator told her so–yet despite that, you’d sneered and judged her anyway. Now, her eyes flickered up to look at you, taking in your rosy cheeks and lopsided smile, eyes half-lidded as you spoke.

“You're laughing? Those shoes cost my entire paycheck, jackass. No way I’m messing them up just for you.” Your nose scrunched up in an adorable little snarl, or what Sevika believed was supposed to be one. It hardly did the job of one. Rather than appearing threatening, your attitude only invited her to do more.

“Poor thing,” She muttered, mouth trailing down over your dress until she got to your exposed ass, “it must be hard being so high maintenance.” The mocking words earned her a glare, but it quickly disappeared as her hot breath tickled the inside of your thighs.

“How about this,” your breath grew rugged as she nibbled on your sensitive skin, full on biting to garner a shuddering gasp from you. Her deep voice switched into a commanding tone, and it was hypnotizing, making you hang on every word.

“If you take this well and let out that pretty little voice of yours, you won’t have to worry about ruining another pair ever again.” Her hot breath against your dewy folds only made them soak more, and you bit your lip. Your voice was weak as you attempted a retort.

“And if I don’t?” She scoffed, hands shifting to hold your legs shamelessly wide apart. You swallowed at the firm grip–there was no way you could get out of that–and when Sevika saw the realization finally start to set in your eyes, her lips curled up into a wicked smile.

“Trust me, you will.”

_______

“W-wait–it’s already been–ah!” Frankly, you’d never been so disrespected in your life. Sevika did what she wanted, in the most devastating way possible, leaving you a shivering mess clinging to the mirror behind you in an attempt to pull yourself away. She was skillful–too skillful–turning you into a numb puddle of ecstasy only to go down on you again. Was she never satisfied?

"F-fuck…" Her tongue did wonders, making your back arch and voice cry out. God, was it rude–the way she simply pressed harder whenever you tried to cling onto some sliver of dignity, relentless until you did exactly as she told. The gruff mutter of louder, against your folds before she went right back to her assault had you spiraling, shuddering as you attempted to comply.

“Shit, Se-Sevika–” That wasn’t good enough, and suddenly she focused more on your twitching bud, quickly turning you into a blubbering mess.

“Wait–please–it’s good! Fuck–God…” Tears filled your eyes as you whimpered, hands weakly gripping fistfuls of Sevika’s hair. You felt her lips smile, smug as she simply continued. This bitch–! The burning in your core built up, and you let out a string of profanities as you reached your peak once again. In the midst of it you hit your head against the glass behind you, though you hardly processed it. However, Sevika did, just now starting to realize how bunched up you were on the countertop. 

“Here,” it was all she said before she flipped you over, lifting you up at the waist with her mechanical arm. She brought your back flush against her again. However, this time she held you up completely, toes only occasionally brushing against the floor. Processing this new position made your cheeks burn and swallow nervously, your voice hoarse as you complained.

“I can barely reach the floor…” The slight embarrassment at your height difference didn’t go unnoticed by Sevika. She snorted, then hoisted you higher up against her, until you dangled like a rag doll in the mirror.

“I’ll hold you up here…” She tightened her grip around your waist, and her other hand snaked downward, “and here.” 

Without another word, she plunged two fingers deep into your heat. You buckled, nails digging into her metal arm as she fell into a torturous rhythm. 

"Ha–ah." You couldn't handle yourself, squirming in pleasure. They were so impossibly thick, making you struggle just to properly breathe. Your knuckles turned white as you held onto her, neck arched back to look at her through teary eyes.

"Se-Sevika, ple-ase, it's good–so good–" You were reduced to barely comprehensible babbling. Sevika herself had furrowed eyebrows, cheeks colored with a tinge of pink. Pretty... Mindlessly you reached up with a shaky hand, softly pulling her face down to kiss her. You felt her lips falter against yours for a moment, but when she kissed you back it was the kindest she’d ever been. It was sensual, and she tasted you as if you were a sweet delicacy she wanted to be tender with.

Though, her hand was anything but gentle.

You gasped against her lips, letting out a strangled sound of startled delight as she drilled her fingers into you faster, deeper thrusts making your toes curl and legs straighten out.

“Shit!” It was the only word you could muster as you saw stars again, overwhelmed with pleasure before finally the euphoria ebbed away. Mercifully, Sevika finally stopped–though you weren’t sure if it was because you physically deflated in her grasp, or because she was actually satisfied. 

Vaguely, you sensed her gently setting you down on the bathroom counter to wipe you down and fix your dress. Your shoes were retrieved and placed back onto your feet, and you mindlessly giggled when Sevika’s touch tickled them. A murmur of hold onto me, had your arms lazily wrapping around her neck, and before you knew it she was carrying you in her arms and out the door.

“Finally, now who the hell were you fucking–!” You had completely forgotten about your ex boyfriend, but now he stood in shock, looking up at Sevika carrying you bridal style. You offered a weak, sneering smile, lifting your hand to flip him off. You could see the anger boil up in his eyes before it sputtered out at Sevika’s warning glare, and with a huff he stomped away, pushing through the crowd.

At that you laughed until your exhaustion quickly took over, snuggling into the body holding you. Sevika stiffened before relaxing, and as she began to make her way out of the club she muttered with a raspy voice into your ear.

“Sleep. You did a good job for me, darling.” The praise made you sleepily smile, and you lifted your head to peck the corner of her lips.

“Mmh…” You wanted to say something witty like, and you were good entertainment, or something, but your mind was shutting down faster than you could speak, slumping completely in her arms as you fell asleep. 

While you pleasantly slept, Sevika simply stood. 

She was frozen, and the place where you’d kissed her tingled more than anything you’d done before. For a moment, she stared down at your squished face against her chest. The noise of the entire club grew silent in her mind. 

When she moved again, it was with a loud grunt. Others around her shuffled out of the way in fear she was angry, but Sevika knew herself that she was feeling an emotion much, much worse. 

[averyaddamsromance]

Ok, Hunter in the pool was supposed to get your attention X_D sorry!

The last few days may have been somehow tough for our wyler community. Shippers and their ships could be the core of fandoms, and I am really sorry that in 2023 someone still doesn't get the lesson…anyway…

I decided to make a post sharing some of the fan-fictions which made the last 2 days brighter after knowing that Jenna Ortega is killing the romance in Wednesday- which I repeat, is not bad for Wyler since we couldn't get any romance in s2 anyway as you can read in my previous post. I just hope this is not going to affect the unresolved sexual tension between Tyler and Wednesday. I am curious to see if views won't drop without that. Because audience is fickle and untamable: dear Jenna, today they are clapping when you say "no romance" then in 2 years (when we will be even farther from the effects of covid 19 on people's emotional life) will start complaining about the lack of intensity in the series. For me, this is a challenge and I am curious to see who's right here.

We are forced to accept the decision to castrate Wednesday Addams, dark and sarcastic woman, yes, but still daughter of one of the most passionate couples (Morticia and Gomez Addams). How is possible that to prove women's independence and strength in 2023 we still have to castrate them? Did men do anything like this since the beginning of civilization? Wouldn't be great to affirm our sexuality together with indipendence and strenght? Is it so dangerous for a woman to get an orgasm thanks to a man, really?

Anyway, now back to fanfic:

ALL IT TOOK WAS YOUR SPARK by @wincestation

For me this is royal blood among the fan-fictions I read, latest chapter was out just a few hours before or after (don't remember) the interview Jenna did at The Tonight Show.

It's impossible to describe how much I love this fanfic- and how much I laugh when I read it. Wincestation has established herself as one of the best wylers writers already. She is building an AU and her Tyler and Wednesday can actually challenge in terms of quality the original characters of the series.

Wincestation, I am one of your cheerleaders.

YOU ARE STILL A TRAITOR by @suchaladyy

Another gem I read immediately after Jenna's interview and I loved the warm feeling left in my heart -I really needed it.

Suchalady is producing fanfictions at an impressive speed and her +18 explicit collections is for true connoisseurs. And I won't even bother to hide that after Jenna's attempt to castrate Wednesday I feel even more sadistic pleasure to read explicit +18 fanfictions where she is completely unleashed by Tyler -sorry Hunter, you find yourself in the middle of a war.

I AM TYLER, BY THE WAY by Kiranightshade @therulerofallpotatos

Gosh how I loved this piece! And I am seconding all the comments asking for the sequel! But I know that Kira is working on another more complex fanfic, so I patiently wait here.

+18 EXPLICIT that as I already said I am enjoying even more after Jenna's interview, as useless absolutely pointless personal vendetta.

BUT IT'S NOT REAL (AND YOU DON'T EXIST) by @the-strangest-person

WOW. I am new to Stranger Person'fanfic but this one hit me really hard.

There's some drama but I am pretty sure that if those poor screenwriters (Wednesday's ones) were allowed to write their own thing we would have gotten something similar.

ROUGH DAY by @realmermaid333

Realmermaid333 won't disappoint you, ever. I loved this explicit fanfic! It was fresh air, really hot but somehow sweet (Tyler can't disappoint you either) as only realmermaid can be.

THE WOES OF SELF DISCOVERY by SwedishlittleOwl @fandom-geek17

So damn hot, I started to read it and then I was like "noooooo it's not completeeee" I need others chapters! I am so curious to know what's gonna happen!

[achaotichuman]

The moment Elain wrapped her lips around his cock, Tamlin was done for. He did not expect Elain to give head as good as she did, but Tamlin supposed she must have experience with Lucien. The thought sent an unexpected surge of pain through him, but he didn’t have time to contemplate his sorrow as Elain abruptly sucked him hard and he gasped. “Wha-“ Elain pulled away from him and Tamlin was about to beg her to come back, but she snapped, “You weren’t focused on me the whole time, so you deserve to be punished. No more for you.” Tamlin clasped his hands in prayer. “Master, please! I’ll be so good, I promise.” Elain tsked. “I’ve been merciful enough. Now…I’ll let Lucien handle your punishment.” Lucien walked over to him, and Tamlin studied the wicked scar slashing on the right side of his face. So long and sharp and jagged, complete with the metallic gold eye. So cruel and beautiful. “Perhaps Amarantha had the right idea,” Tamlin forced out, mustering the last bit of bravado he had. “You look even better with the scar.” Lucien smiled slowly and sinisterly. “I’ve always known how completely, utterly attracted to me you are, Tamlin. Since you’re so desperate for a scar like mine, why don’t I give you one?”             Then before Tamlin had the chance to react, Lucien’s hand grew talons which slashed across his face. Tamlin screamed, and there was a sickening squish as an object Tamlin knew was his eyeball fell to the ground. Suddenly, Tamlin could only see through one side, and panic began to set in as his singular eye desperately tried to adjust to give a full view of the world. Lucien only said gently, coaxingly, “Now you look just like me. How do you feel?” Pretty fucking terrible. Like breaking down and crying. Tamlin had no idea an eye could have so much blood. Somehow it was so much worse than having his intestines carved out. As a warrior and High Lord, Tamlin had always prided himself on his observation, his senses. Now, half his sight was gone. But, Tamlin knew that was the wrong answer. Instead, he forced his trembling lips to smile as he croaked, “Like…the…sexiest…male…alive.” Lucien laughed softly. “Is that how hot you think I am?” Lucien’s hand was wandering up Tamlin’s arm, finding a grip on his bicep. “Did you ever have doubt, my lord?” Tamlin whispered. Lucien smirked. “No. But it’s nice to hear you say it all the same. Unfortunately, you’re still not escaping your punishment.” Tamlin begged Lucien this time. “Please, master, have mercy on your former high lord.” Lucien waved his hand, and fire manacles wrapped around his clasped hands, holding them in prayer position. “This is a nice sight,” Lucien murmured. “You, begging before me. Last time, it was me begging you to have mercy on your sentries. How the tables have turned. Did you feel powerful then?” Lucien snarled in Tamlin’s ear, “Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling?” Tamlin shuddered. “No.” Lucien laughed lowly. “You want me to get on top of you so badly you can’t even enjoy the sight of me beneath you?” Tamlin nodded vigorously. He’d hated himself after that, for making Lucien feel so weak and afraid. But he couldn’t undo the past. “I’m sorry for that,” Tamlin said earnestly. Lucien’s eyes burned with fire. “No. But you will be.” Then he unsheathed those talons and lowered them upon his manhood.             Tamlin blacked out. When he woke up, he was jarred by the sight of Lucien slowly turning his castrated dick in his hand, even going so far as to stroke it up and down with his thumb. Tamlin groaned, unable to help himself even in the blinding pain. It’s not his fault Lucien drove him mad with lust. “You’re such a dirty, needy little whore,” Lucien chuckled. “Open your mouth,” Lucien ordered, every inch of him the High Lord. Tamlin obeyed, opening his mouth wide. Then Lucien forced Tamlin’s own dick down his throat.

I knew you had a thing going with castrating men with how many times you've said you'll castrate me but Christ, Mita, I never thought you'd actually write it. Not complaining though. Tamlin is getting every inch of himself ruined and the man is liking every second of it. For some reason this all feels purifying. I don't know why.

I also find it very funny that like a week ago you were the same girl who couldn't imagine putting smut on the internet and now here we are. Again, not complaining at all.

Also Tamlin is such a bottom bitch, I can't even. I want to be him though.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#341

This is a direct follow up to Story #223 and Story #232.

“Piece of shit!  It’s your lucky day.  You’re getting out of here.  You’ve been sold.  Lil’ Hog told me that I’m to transport you to the east coast.  I’m also to clean you up and tend to your sores.  Now, the chain your collar is coming off.  Coyote will use it on the next slave he’ll install later on today.  I am bigger and stronger than you, so don’t try to run.  Nod if you understand…

“Good.  Lean forward.  Damn this is one solid collar…. Hey, he gave me the right key this time…. Get up and let’s get out of this sewer of a bathroom.

“Bright out hunh?  Here, wash yourself up with that bucket of water.  I put some soap and a washcloth next to it.  There’s no hot water here, so it’s going to be a bit cold.  Scrub up good.  I don’t want you stinking up the cab of my semi.  Tonight, we’ll check into this motel, and you can have a hot shower….

“Are you… crying?...  Wait, you think that I am your savior, rescuing you from that disgusting mattress?  Oh faggot.  That’s too funny.  I’m just here to transport you from one hell to another.  We are going to spend a few nights at a motel in the middle of nowhere run by Big Hog. It’s a total dive.  Big Hog usually has the men to fill its six rooms.  They are waiting for us.  You have an evening of servicing whoever Big Hog plans on being there.  Don’t know what all he has planned other than your hair removal and castration.

“You can drop the shocked look.  And don’t even try to beg me not to take you there; I don’t care.  I really don’t.  You are fucking cargo to me.

“Your new owners want a hairless eunuch; they are going to get one.  That’s why we are spending a few days there.  Then I drop you off at the facility in South Carolina to be shipped off to God knows where.

“Everything is pretty much set.  Trust me, you won’t miss your balls.  It’s not like you were using them for anything….  Well other than a punching bag.  You are not going to father any kid.  So why leave them attached?  If anything, this should reinforce that you are not a man, that you are a cunt faggot slave used for the enjoyment of real men.

“Here’s the hose.  Rinse yourself off.  It’s cold….  When was the last time you cleaned out your cunt?...  A few hours ago?  Good.  Let’s go to my truck.  No, I don’t have a towel for you to dry off; the air is fine.  And you are not covering yourself up.  No one will think twice about coming into a closed down rest area.  Well except those in the know.

“You cleaned up well.  You no longer look like a troll living under a bridge.  Stop right here.  Get on your knees.  Out here in the open.  I have to take a hell of a piss.  Might as well start using my own personal toilet. 

“It’s big isn’t it?  This is what you are going to be serving the next week or so.  Fuck!  You sure know how to drink.  When I finish, get me hard.  I’m going to plow your cunt right here.  It’s too beautiful of a day to fuck in a closed cab. 

“Stand up, turn around, and put your hands behind your back….  These handcuffs will keep you from doing something stupid.  Now lean over.  Don’t worry, I got you.  These cuffs will act as a handle.  Oh man, are you ever stretched out.  Jesus!  My beercan is encountering no resistance.  No wonder why the guys are bringing me a special plug…. 

“Oh wait, do you hear that?  In the distance?  That sounds like a number of motorcycles.  Yeah, they will be in here in no time.  When they do, don’t fucking move.  I want them to see me plowing your cunt front and center.

“Oh man, I can feel a few fresh loads in you.  I will start the training you to build up these cunt muscles, to get them back to a place that offers some pleasure to the men using it.

“They are getting louder.  The sound of multiple motorcycles always gets my juices flowing.  Clamp down….  That’s all you have?  Fuck, we need to work on that.

“Here they come….  Look at that.  That looks like Coyote and Lieutenant Tom.  And Coyote has your replacement.  Look at that beast.  He’s not going to be here long.  Someone will buy him soon.  Oh! And here comes Lil Hog.

“Cunt keep staring at the concrete; don’t look up unless told to.  And don’t say a goddamned thing.  Here come’s Lil Hog….

“…Hey man I see Coyote has a beast of a slave going in….  Fuck.  Look at those arms.  Sheesh.  Can I get a piece of that before I and this cunt leave?  This fag’s cunt is so stretched out, it’s damned near worthless as a fuck.  Do you have the plug?  Good.  Good.  I’ll meet you in the toilet once I get this cunt plugged and installed in my cab.

“Cunt, get up and let’s go.  Take this butt plug.  In the next 50 feet, by the time we get to the semi, I want that plug in your cunt.  It should go in easy considering how stretched out you are.  That’s a very special plug; it comes all the way from Germany.  It has sensors around the base to monitor how tight you can squeeze. 

“Ok get up in the cab….  Lay in the bunk.  This chain is secured to the truck and now,… to your collar.  You ain’t going anywhere. 

“I love technology.  That plug is now synced to my iPad here.  Feel that vibration?  That’s telling you to squeeze.  You are to squeeze your cunt around the plug and keep squeezing as long as it vibrates.  If it vibrates very fast that means that you need to tighten up even more.

“When I get back, I will have a baseline score for your cunt muscle strength.  It will probably suck.  So I will most likely beat you for punishment, which will be after you clean off that beast’s ass slime from my dick.

“I’ll be back in a bit.  I’ll probably be last in the train.  And I don’t care if you want to beat off.  As long as you are squeezing the plug when instructed, that’s all I care.  Besides, this will be the last opportunity to pound your pud and drain your balls before they are sliced away.”

[sheisadykewomon]

Endurance is a masculine value – enduring pain, enduring suffering. Masochism. Walking over hot coals. Jesus on the cross. Enduring humiliation. Hazing. These are male values and male traditions, male rites – originating, in the west, from christian mythology. Punishment and self-flagellation as a forms of devotion, self-harm as prayer. Pain is something that will cleanse you and make you holy, so submitting willingly to pain, suffering, humiliation, are acts of worship. The more pain you suffer, the holier you are.

Transgenderism is another form of male ritual humiliation. Men willingly feminize themselves – the ultimate form of humiliation. There is something awe-inspiring in that for other men – that a man could and would willingly humiliate himself by feminizing himself, willingly submitting, subordinating himself, despite the fact that he is a man, so he does not have to. The further a man devotes himself to transgenderism, the more he is valorized. The more he humiliates himself, the more he endures, the more christ-like he becomes. The man who willingly submits to other men, willingly sexually humiliates himself, who willingly castrates himself, is a god amongst men.

[transgenderer]

The Skoptsy[1] (Russian: скопцы, IPA: [skɐpˈtsɨ]; sg скопец "eunuch") were a sect within the larger Spiritual Christianity movement in the Russian Empire, best known for practising castration of men and the mastectomy of women in accordance with their teachings against sexual lust.[2] The term is a descriptive one used by the official Russian Orthodox Church.

The movement emerged in the late 18th century. It reached the peak of its popularity in the early 20th century, with up to a million members in spite of persecution by the imperial government.[3] Despite severe repression under the Soviet Union, small groups persevered into the 21st century.

Skoptsy is a plural of skopets, at the time the Russian term for "castrate" (in contemporary Russian, the term has become restricted to referring to the sect, in its generic meaning replaced by the loanwords yévnukh е́внух, i.e. eunuch, and kastrat кастрат).

The Skoptsy referred to themselves as the "White Doves" (белые голуби). Their aim was to perfect the individual by eradicating original sin, which they believed had come into the world by the first coitus between Adam and Eve. They believed that human genitals were the true mark of Cain, and that the true message of Jesus Christ included the practice of castration, that Jesus himself had been a castrate, and that his example had been followed by the apostles and the early Christian saints.[4]

They believed that human genitals were a mark of original sin, and that after the expulsion from the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve had the halves of the forbidden fruit grafted onto their bodies, forming testicles and breasts. Thus, the removal of these sexual organs restored the Skoptsy to the pristine state before the original sin. The Skoptsy maintained that they were fulfilling Christ's counsel of perfection in Matthew 19:12[5] and 18:8–9.[6]

There were two kinds of castration: the "lesser seal" and the "greater seal". For men, the "lesser seal" meant the removal of the testicles only, while the "greater seal" involved either removal of the penis or emasculation (removal of both penis and testicles). Men who underwent the "greater seal" used a cow-horn when urinating. The castrations and emasculations were originally performed with a red-hot iron, called the 'fiery baptism'. However, the skoptsy later transitioned to using knives or razors, with the iron serving only to stop the bloodflow. They also twisted the scrotum, destroying the seminal vesicles and stopping the flow of semen.

In women, the Skoptsy removed the nipples or the whole breasts. Occasionally, they simply scarred the breasts. They also often removed the labia minora and clitoris. They did not use anesthetics.[2]