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bihansthot · 7 months

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Hey there!! ☺

I hope everything's been going okay, I'm not as active on here anymore as I used to, but I'm glad to see you back😊 I was wondering if i could write you something for Bi-Han and/or Reptile since my inbox ate your ask all that time ago😵

Title: Boo to You, Happy Howl-o-Ween part 2!

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Werewolf!Bi-Han x AFAB!Reader, Syzoth x AFAB!Reader, Syzoth x Werewolf!Bi-Han, OT3 Werewolf!Bi-Han x Syzoth x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: werewolf!Bi-Han, implied A/B/O dynamics, knotting, hemipenes, DP, mxm, threesome, c*m inflation, ruts, mating season, breeding

Word count: 4,250

Summary: You wake up to find Bi-Han with an insatiable urge to mate, ok you got this, you know how to handle it but what you didn’t count on is Syzoth feeling the same way. How are you supposed to handle both of them at the same time when they’re like this? Don’t worry, you’ll find a way 😉

Author’s Note: So, Bi-Han bottoming is about the closest to him getting dominated that I will write, I’m sorry but there is no “sub” in Sub-Zero for me, so hopefully this scratches that itch 😅 I LOVE how this one came out and hopefully you loves will too. As always please like, comment and reblog if you do! 🩵💚🩷

Also if you missed the first part you can read it here!

You shift and roll around in bed and it feels hot and sticky and wrong, you wonder if Syzoth had pushed the space heater too close to the bed in the middle of the night again. “Hnng what’s going on, why’s it so hot,” you lament reaching a hand out to look for either of your lovers only to be greeted with a hot, fluffy tail. “Oh,” you mumble slightly “oh!” You repeat as it dawns on you why the bed was so hot, it wasn’t Syzoth’s fault, it was Bi-Han's. His exposed flesh was hot and almost clammy as he slept peacefully beside the two of you. You had been through this before but Syzoth hadn’t and you were unsure how the Saurian was going to react to finding out not only were werewolves real but he was dating one.

Gently you roll the cryomancer over and tug down his pants, trying to be careful not to wake him up, slowly you lower your head over his hot, dripping cock. Bi-Han was already worked up from his rut even without knowing, and he let out a soft whimper in his sleep, the sound of its music to your ears. You shift so you're straddling his legs giving yourself a better angle to suck his cock, it's musky, heady, and mouth-watering as you test the heavy weight of it against your tongue. The taste of the cryomancer was something you could never get enough of and he almost tasted sweeter when he was in a rut, syrupy, enticing, intoxicating, irresistible and you moan softly as you lap up the sticky fluid leaking from his tip. You feel stirring and quickly flick your eyes up to see if Bi-Han was waking up, but it wasn’t Bi-Han, it was Syzoth, who seemed very happy to wrap his arms around you from behind and press, hot, wet kisses to the nape of your neck.

“Why is Bi-Han getting such a nice wake up present, I was sound asleep too ya know,” Syzoth whispers against your ear, his forked tongue tracing the outer shell as you feel the Zaterran swelling against your back.

“Because, Bi-Han has a little problem right now that I think you can relate to,” you whisper back as you pull away from his delicious cock to gesture at his fluffy ears and bushy tail.

Syzoth’s emerald green eyes go wide with surprise, “sunshine, what’s going on? Why does our Polar Bear have ears and a tail?” He hisses frantically.

“Mnng,” Bi-Han groans at the loss of your hot, wet mouth as a clawed hand gropes around for you.

“He’s been meaning to tell you, I guess he just never found the right time…” you trail off as Bi-Han cracks open his bewitching blue eyes.

“I’m a werewolf,” he slurs groggily as his tail starts to wag when you start stroking his cock lazily.

“First vampires are real, now werewolves, next your going to tell me those awful things from that movie Johnny made me watch are real too!” Syzoth exclaims thoroughly dumbfounded.

“Aliens? Nah, those aren’t real,” Bi-Han rumbles, “but I am and my rut is starting to get kind of bad.” He warns as he exhales sharply, his tongue presses against his sharp, extended canine and he shifts his hips up seeking more of your warmth.

“You get ruts too?” Syzoth ventures a curious question and figures he should come clean to Bi-Han about his own problem with ruts. He could tell from the way he was leaking against your back Bi-Han wasn’t the only one about to start their rut.

“Too? Sy, what haven’t you told me? And don’t give me that ‘well you lied too’ bullshit because I kept this a secret because I can seriously hurt both of you,” he looks away for a moment, as if he was scared of what he was really capable of.

“I’m a reptiloid Bi-Han, my true nature is that of an animal essentially and I, like you have ruts, where I can’t control my urges,” he pauses to moan as he bucks against your plush ass.

“Let me guess,” he pants softly, the fever getting worse, “you just hit yours too? Qīn, please, I need you or Sy if you’re feeling up to it.” Bi-Han all but begs as sweat breaks out across his brow and he squeezes his eyes shut tightly.

“Talk about bad timing huh?” The Zaterran answers before continuing, “how are we going to do this? I need to satisfy myself in my natural form when I’m in a rut, I need all of sunshine.”

“Why the fuck do you need her to yourself, you can share, you’ve never been so greedy before,” Bi-Han sits up snarling and then his ethereal blue eyes go wide as he sees Syzoth in his natural form from the waist down for the first time. “What the fuck? You have two dicks?!” Bi-Han exclaims as his tail goes rigid and his ears lie flat back in surprise.

Syzoth blushes a deep green as he lets Bi-Han drink in his surprise, “now you see why I need all of sunshine, un-unless,” he starts.

“Unless what? I can’t knot qīn’s throat, it would suffocate her, we’ll have to take turns.” Bi-Han reasons.

“Unless,” Syzoth tries again, flushing even deeper with embarrassment, his tail flicking and flopping around wildly at the idea.

“Spit it out,” Bi-Han growls angrily, the wolf getting the best of him as he waits very impatiently for Syzoth to get to the point.

“Well, sunshine can ride you, while I fuck both of you,” Syzoth speaks rapidly as if afraid of the answer from the cryomancer.

“You… you mean to fuck me? In my ass? I…does your rut make you stupid or something?!” Bi-Han lashes out with verbal anger.

“Now, now, calm down and think about it for a minute Polar Bear, you still get to knot me and flood my belly with your cum while Syzoth gets to satisfy himself too, no one has to wait and anal can be very enjoyable,” you reason with the cryomancer trying to come to an amicable arrangement that didn’t leave you getting passed around like an overly sensitive rag doll. You didn’t think you could handle getting fucked back to back by their animalistic sides, the thought terrified you if you were honest. Both had made you orgasm so many times and left you teary-eyed and exhausted to the point you could barely move.

Bi-Han looks away, not wanting to look at Syzoth, “be honest Sy, does it hurt?” He asks, his high cheekbones dusted with a light pink coloring as he deliberates.

“Does what hurt? My rut? Yes, it’s excruciating,” he whimpers as he ruts against your ass more persistently.

“Not that!” Bi-Han all but hisses with embarrassment, unwilling to look at either of you.

“Oh, oh, I’m sorry love, you meant anal, well a little at first but, it feels really good, especially with you, you’re always careful not to hurt me and your cock is so nice and big it feels fantastic when you get into a rhythm,” Syzoth answers as he leans forward, pressing you against the cyromancer’s washboard abs as he lovingly caresses Bi-Han’s flushed cheek.

“Fuck,” Bi-Han whines at the contact of your warm body surrounding him, “fuck, I guess, I mean if you think it will work, I just can’t wait anymore,” he growls and bucks his hips up trying to find your warmth.

“Shhh Polar Bear, let us take care of you for a change,” you whisper sweetly pressing a kiss to the temple of his forehead before you right yourself and give Syzoth a little shove back. You wrap your lips around the cryomancer’s cock again, making sure you get him nice and wet before you bury him in your wetness. His cock always seemed impossibly bigger when he was transformed so it was more a courtesy for yourself than it was for the cryomancer.

He moans low in his throat as a clawed hand comes to rest in your hair, the other pulling Syzoth over for a kiss, the kiss is cold and dominant, as if Bi-Han was trying to say he was still the one in control despite the state of affairs.

You hear the desperate little chirps coming from the Zaterran as you pull more of Bi-Han’s delicious cock into the hot cavern of your throat. You moan around his cock as you lap up the pre-cum oozing from the cryowolf’s huge cock, loving the taste of the salty liquid.

Reluctantly Syzoth breaks the kiss, “I think my tongue might be more beneficial elsewhere.”

“Go-go slow Sy, please,” Bi-Han asks in a quiet voice, one you barely even recognize as his.

Syzoth nods and helps reposition you, you unwillingly give up your delicious treat. Playing with the cryomancer had made you soaking wet, as wet as his spit-soaked cock, with Syzoth's help you steady your hands on the cryomancer’s perfect abs and you slowly sink down on his huge, thick cock. You cry out at the warmth as he opens you up slowly, you pant softly as you take your time, getting used to the burn and stretch of the cryomancer’s impressive length. It didn’t matter how many times you had been with the cryomancer, he was always a lot to handle, and even more so in this position while he was transformed. You shutter just thinking about trying to squeeze his knot inside your already stuffed pussy, but that was future yous problem, current you were just enjoying the cryowolf rearranging your insides, claiming your tight little cunt as his own.

“Fuck,” Bi-Han breathes out loudly as you finally sink down his entire shaft, enveloping him in your sweet, sticky, velveteen heat. He nearly jumps as Syzoth’s strong hands push his thighs apart and his nimble tongue grazes Bi-Han’s puckered hole. “I, I can’t, it’s too weird,” he breathes out with a hint of a pleasured whimper.

“Focus on me Bi-Han,” you reassure him as you squeeze your plush walls around his cock. “It’s like that time I gave you a prostate massage, you liked that right?” Hesitant to answer and embarrassed, Bi-Han turns his head to the side and just nods in agreement. “This is like that only better, trust me, I wouldn’t ask you to do anything I don’t think you’ll enjoy, I know giving up control is hard for you, but just try it.” You feel a spit-soaked finger prodding your ass as Syzoth slips the digit inside your ass, you let out a small moan as if to encourage and reassure Bi-Han.

Syzoth’s tongue returns to Bi-Han’s hole before wriggling inside the tight ring of muscle. He thrusts his tongue in and out slowly, trying to keep pace with the cryomancer’s uncertainty, gradually he removes his tongue to suck on his fingers and slowly pushes one inside the cryomancer’s tight body.

“Nnng Sy,” Bi-Han calls softly as he tries to relax and allow his boyfriend to keep stretching him, the sensation unfamiliar and strange.

You roll your hips to distract the cryomancer from Syzoth’s ministrations, moaning softly as you do. You can already feel the base of Bi-Han’s knot swelling as he gives a little shout and a swear.

Syzoth added a second finger to both of you as his fingers are quick to find Bi-Han’s prostate and massage it eagerly.

“Oh fuck,” Bi-Han sighs and tries to keep still, desperately wanting to buck up into your enticing heat, but not wanting to do anything that would hurt himself.

“You look so good right now Bi-Han, your cute little ears keep flicking around and you’re all flushed with need, god you’re perfect,” Syzoth breathes out as he peeks around you to get a good look at his usually dominant lover.

“Sh-shut up Sy,” Bi-Han stutters before it’s cut off by an indignant little whimper the cryowolf is desperate to choke off.

You moan at the way Bi-Han looks, his shoulder-length, ebony hair spilled across the dark blue sheets, strands sticking to his sweaty forehead, the blush prevalent on his high cheekbones, his blue eyes almost black with need. Oh, this was your lucky day alright, seeing Bi-Han like this would more than make up for any discomfort to come. You shift your weight in his lap to make it easier to bounce on his huge cock, each little thrust making you moan loudly as Syzoth worked a third finger into both of you. “Oh god, you two are going to make me cum,” you whimper as the heat coils and pools in your lower stomach. You’d barely started fucking the cryomancer and already you were teetering on the edge of an orgasm just feeling the swell of his knot and the delicious way each thrust of your hips knocked his fat cockhead into your sweet spot.

Bi-Han growls and presses down on Syzoth’s fingers as his clawed hands find your hips, digging into your supple flesh softly, “so cum for us, no one’s stopping you.”

You whine at Bi-Han’s words as you lift and lower yourself onto his thick cock, determined to fit his knot inside your warmth as you can feel it swelling more and more with each flick of Syzoth’s talented fingers.

“Mmm what are you waiting for indeed?” Syzoth asks and there’s a sudden emptiness as you hear the obscene squeal of the bottle of lube. Even though Syzoth was self-lubricating in his natural form he thought some extra moisture wouldn’t hurt. Slowly he pushes into you first meeting little to no resistance as his huge cock slowly slips inside your tight little ass.

“Ah, oh, fuuuuuuck,” you hiss as you're filled to the brim by both of your lovers and it feels indescribable, you can’t hold back any longer as you force the last few inches of Bi-Han’s knot into your greedy pussy. Your mouth opens in a silent cry before you find your voice in the form of a high-pitched keen, your plush, sticky walls clamp down on both of their cocks as you chase your high. You shudder wildly as Bi-Han’s claws hold you firmly in place atop him as your orgasm crashes into you. You can’t explain it but whenever Bi-Han was in a rut it always made you crazy sensitive and extra horny, maybe he released pheromones to make his mate amicable to his rut, you didn’t know, all you knew was the pleasure coursing through your body was enough to make you see stars.

Bi-Han lets out a low whine and through your fog, you realize Syzoth is slowly sinking his second cock into the cryomancer’s tight entrance. “Oh fuck, you feel so good qīn, so perfect, your little pussy built just for me,” he groans as you squeeze and pulsate around his hard cock. Another soft noise escapes the cryowolf, “this is weird, why is it spiney Sy?”

Syzoth just chuckles and reaches around to wipe some of the hair from Bi-Han’s sweaty brow, “I don’t know, just how Zaterran’s are. Is it ok? Do I need to go slower?”

“If you go any slower we’ll still be here by the time our next rut kicks in, you aren’t going to break me Sy,” Bi-Han huffs indignantly, his usual cockiness and arrogance slowly returning.

You pant and heave on top of the cryowolf as you try and catch your breath, but it just comes out in pitiful little whimpers as both cocks fill you so full you’re afraid to move.

“I’ll take it from here sunshine, you rest, you did such a good job,” Syzoth praises as he begins to move slowly thrusting his cocks in and out of you and Bi-Han.

You cry out at the action as it forces you to topple over giving Syzoth a better angle to fuck you both. You whine and mewl as the actions drive Bi-Han’s huge knotted cock in and out of you, the tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. It seems so gentle in compassion to the first time the cryowolf had absolutely ravaged you last spring in your little apartment by the river.

Syzoth reaches down to entwine his fingers with Bi-Han’s as their hands rest on your hips, keeping you in place. He shares a messy kiss with the cryomancer as he starts to fuck both of you in earnest now.

Bi-Han bites his lip to try and quiet the little cries and whimpers falling from his lips as Syzoth’s cock plunges into him over and over again.

You don’t bother silencing yourself, you didn’t care if the whole Lin Kuei heard how good you were getting fucked. You cry out loudly as the lip of Bi-Han’s knot catches on the rim of your overstretched pussy, it hurts but feels perfect all at the same time and Syzoth keeps thrusting into the two of you, driving Bi-Han’s cock impossibly deeper inside your slick walls. “I-I’m going to cum again,” you warn the two of them as the heat and pressure in your stomach becomes unbearable. Bi-Han holds your hips in place as he thrusts up wildly, feverishly into your wet heat and your brain short-circuits, you can’t keep up with them both thrusting, you pant and whimper as hot fat tears begin to roll down your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh fuck please,” you plead, unsure who you’re pleading to as they continue to fuck you.

“Shit qīn, I’m gonna cum too,” Bi-Han growls out, his teeth clenched tightly together as his hips snap into you painfully.

You squeal loudly as the tension in your belly snaps and you tumble over the edge, you whimper pitifully as the pleasure courses through your body. You can’t help the way your tongue falls out of your mouth, lolling to the side as saliva mingles with your tears as your mess oozes down your face, dripping onto Bi-Han’s unusually hot cheeks.

He holds you close as he slams up into you, pushing his enormous knot inside your tight little canal before he finally stills, with a loud snarling sound you feel the first jets of cum splashing against your walls. His icy claws dig into your flesh, little droplets of blood oozing up from the punctures as his hips still and he begins pumping you full of cum.

You whine as you feel the ridiculous amount of viscous liquid filling up your tight little hole, your whole body trembles as his knot swells fully, locking every single drop of cum inside your spent pussy. You pant softly as you look down, feeling your belly swell with Bi-Han’s release, you blush as you look almost pregnant.

“Fuck, qīn, you feel so perfect right now, so tight, you’re so full of my cum, ugh I just want to keep fill you up,” Bi-Han groans as Syzoth keeps thrusting.

“You both feel amazing,” he echos the sentiment as he rocks his hips against both of you, the little spines tickling and caressing your insides.

“I feel weird, I just came, but I want to again,” Bi-Han growls, his blue eyes looking electric in the morning light.

Syzoth focuses on Bi-Han’s prostate as he fucks the two of you harder, chasing his own orgasm, “so cum for me, cum all over my pretty cocks.” Syzoth pants, getting close to cumming himself as he sneaks a hand around and in between you and Bi-Han to tease your clit.

“Sy!” You shout and lurch in place, unable to go anywhere due to Bi-Han’s knot locking him deep inside you. You cover your mouth in embarrassment as he continues to rub tight circles around your clit making your voice rise in octaves, both their names fall from your lips as you tremble and shake around their cocks.

“Such a good girl you are qīn, gonna make a mess all over my cock aren’t you, I bet it feels so good taking both of us at once,” Bi-Han encourages in between moans as Syzoth’s cock keeps up its persistent assault on his prostate. He pants loudly, his groans and growls becoming more animalistic and feral the longer the reptiloid keeps fucking the two of you.

“Sy please,” you beg and you’re not sure if you want him to stop or to let you cum as you feel Bi-Han’s huge cock twitch and pulsate with another impending orgasm.

Syzoth pulls you upright again as he gets a better angle on your clit, rubbing it mercilessly in time with his hard thrusts, you can barely hear the obscene squelching over the noises you keep making. It embarrasses you again, to the point of tears once again threatening to fall. “Cum for me sunshine,” he hisses trying to keep his excited chirps at bay.

You scream their names as your body locks up and with a great big heave your orgasm knocks the wind from your body. It takes a moment to find your voice again as you whimper and cry as the pleasure shakes you to the very core, you clench around their cocks as you ride out your pleasure, blurry-eyed and spent.

“Fuck!” Bi-Han shouts as one more thrust from Syzoth coupled with your orgasm pushes him over the edge once more and you aren’t sure where all the cum will go, your stomach is already distorted as it is.

You’re a good girl though so you take it and moan at the sensation of more of the hot cum spilling into your unprotected womb. You cry and whimper on top of Bi-Han as Syzoth’s tail flails wildly and you can tell he’s about to cum as well.

“You’re both so good, so pretty, I can’t hold back anymore,” he whines and chokes off a hissing sound as your ass and Bi-Han’s ass are suddenly warm and sticky with copious amounts of Zaterran cum.

Suddenly you shiver violently, the heat dissipating from Bi-Han’s once fevered body and you’re suddenly chilled to the core inside and out.

Bi-Han makes a face as Syzoth’s release floods his body and he looks uncomfortable, “that feels weird, why do you always moan when I cum qīn?”

“You look really hot when you do?” You offer up the easiest, least embarrassing answer you can give the cryomancer. “I mean I can’t see Sy, but I’m sure he looks all fucked out and hot as hell,” you continue trying to cover up the fact that you had a breeding kink about as badly as your boyfriends had one.

“I mean yeah, he looks pretty hot, but it’s all warm and sticky,” Bi-Han continues to make a face as slowly Syzoth pulls out.

“It’s a compliment Bi, it means I like your sweet little ass so much I just had to claim it,” he chuckles and barely manages to dodge the pillow thrown at him.

“You are so lucky I can’t move right now, you’d be in deep shit,” Bi-Han growls, but stays in place knowing he can’t go anywhere until his knot deflates.

You whimper feebly caught in the middle of all of this as Syzoth’s release dribbles down your backside mingling in the mess below. “C-cold,” you whimper out and Syzoth is quick to wrap a blanket around you all while Bi-Han’s tail wags happily and his ears twitch playfully.

“So, how was it?” Syzoth asks, cuddling up next to the two of you.

“Weird, but I didn’t hate it, I guess under emergency rut situations it’s acceptable to let you top, but ONLY during emergency rut situations.” Bi-Han huffs as Syzoth nuzzles his neck lovingly.

“Understood,” he agrees albeit a bit wistfully, it had been nice being able to pleasure both of his lovers at the same time.

“Qīn, you can lie down on me if it’s more comfortable you know, you don’t have to just stay perched up there,” Bi-Han says while stroking your back through the fluffy blanket.

“I’m cold Polar Bear, laying on you will make me even colder,” you whine, you hadn’t thought about how uncomfortable of a position this would be to ride out his knot.

“What if I put a blanket on my chest, will that help?” Bi-Han asks while Syzoth grabs another of the many blankets that were strewn all over the cryomancer’s bed.

“Y-yeah, that might help.” You try and stop your teeth from chattering as Syzoth helps you lay down on the blanketed cryomancer, his tail still wagging happily. “Next time can you two have separate ruts please?”

“Why? You seemed like you enjoyed yourself,” Bi-Han asks, his now brown eyes fluttering closed.

“Yeah but everything hurts now, you two are too much like this,” you lament, but not really, deep down you were about as happy as could be with your distended belly full of cum making it hard to get comfortable.

Syzoth offers you a kiss on the cheek as he slides a pillow under your head, “well get some rest for now, I don’t know how werewolves are but you know I’ll be insatiable in another few hours or so.”

“Same!” Bi-Han grins and throws a hand up for a high five, something the two of you had to teach the Zaterran.

The two of them chuckle and you just sigh dramatically, while concealing a smile as you try and get some more sleep, it was going to be a very long day and night, not that you were complaining of course.

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t4rt4gl14 · 2 years

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I'm thinking that you need to write some Sub!Zhongli hj (m receiving) headcannons rn? pretty please with a cherry on top 😇😇

[ THEIR FIRST BJ !! ]

-> 𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: zhongli. childe. thoma.

PT.1 : kazuha. xiao.

♡ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : dark content ahead. MNDI. GN reader + bl0wj0b + h4ndj0b + over$timulat1on + d33pthroating + f4cefuck1ng + nice n simple :)

A/N: i was actually so bored when i wrote this xoxo 💕

☺︎ — zhongli laying on his back whilst his shaking palms pet your head, thighs quivering as you take his length deeper down your throat. he was so sensitive- he could barely handle your tongue swirling around the tip, let alone you swallowing it all. he truly wondered how you do it but he soon lost all thoughts once you bobbed your head up and down whilst holding his thighs apart. you never whined when zhonglis hips bucked up, only pushing his cock further down your throat, soon he could only grip your hair and fuck your throat, the tight contractions pushing him closer to the edge. his breathing quickens, his eyes shut tight and his thighs wrap around your head, and when he orgasms. he sounds angelic, zhonglis moans turn you on so much just as you happily swallow all of his thick cum. quite literally enjoying him use you as a toy but he meant no harm by it, he just felt too good <33

[ MORE UTC ]

☺︎ — let’s be fr, childe thought he was gonna be some big dom daddy 😜 but here he is. whining and whimpering, putting his palm to his mouth yet it does nothing to keep his moans muffled, his other hand attempting to pull away yet you keep sucking, holding him tight by his hips- he already came but with childes teasing you’ve decided for a little punishment, his second orgasm hits him like a truck and despite this moment being his first blowjob he acts as though he’s incredibly experienced- as though he isn’t a virgin himself. his nipples were just as sensitive but you decided to make him feel good for his first time. you soon focus on his sticky tip whilst your hand pumps the rest of his cock. “fuckfuckfuck! mmm- m’senstive y/n please!♡”, the tears shed along down his flushed cheeks as he fills your mouth up for the second time, let’s say after his first bj, he’ll be a lot more hornier than usual <33

☺︎ — yalllll thomas actually so cute when you give him his first bj, he literally has not felt touch from someone else at all so when you palm his clothed cock, toy with the tip and wrap your lips around his length, he’s deadass on cloud 9. extremely respectful so he keeps his hands to his side, knuckles slowly turning white from his harsh grip on the sheets, the mewls and moans he lets out when you fasten the pace, stroking his cock even faster, swiping your thumb over the tip to gather to pre-cum as make shift lube. FUN FACT : thomas most sensitive spot is the slit, he’ll literally cum so quick when your thumb keeps grinding on it; his brain turns to mush when you take his length down your throat. quite literally gagging on it and first he wanted to ask if you were okay but your groans vibrate on his pretty dick, his orgasm takes him by surprise. thoma wants to buck his hips up but sadly you hold them down. denying his want to fuck up into your mouth. his back arches and he swore he saw stars, shocks of pleasure pulsating through his body just as you swallow all of his seed <33

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moonswolfie · 7 months

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Hi! Your description says you’re taking requests? ( sorry if you aren’t :’) )

could I make a request for going camping for the first time with Daichi and sharing a tent? I don’t know where this idea came from but I feel like Daichi would go camping alot and i thought sharing tents with him would be cute :))

thank you!! :)))

Daichi x gn!reader

Ahhh you're so sweet nonnie!! My requests are always open☺☺

but like i am seriously starting to become scared... i've been wanting to write a Yuru camp au for so long now and then this request came in😰 so i hope you don't mind if the reader camps regularly, it wont change a whole lot in the story anyways^^

"We're finally done with the check in..." you sighed, walking out of the camp entrance to get the firewood. Thankfully firewood was free in this campsite. Your pockets were running a little dry after purchasing the new electrical cooker last week, after all.

"Let me hold it." your boyfriend offered himself up for the task.

"Daichi, you're already holding most of the heavier camping equipment, I promise I can handle this much."

You were honestly very pleasantly surprised with how interested Daichi was in your primary hobby, camping. He often came to visit you in the outdoors club and was very willing to hear about your recent trips.

So when he asked you if you could take him camping over the holidays you decided to make it the best camping trip you've ever been on. That's also the reason why that new electric cooker is currently in your backpack. A good camping trip is never complete without a good meal and the old rusty cooker wasn't doing it for you anymore.

The two of you planned this trip together, everything from the location to the food you'll be making. It was honestly very fun.

"We should go to hot springs more often. Especially me, since my muscles can get really tense after training." Daichi recalled the nice experience at the hot spring you went to earlier as you walked down the path to the actual campsite.

"You're so right... I always nearly fall asleep..." even when you run out of things to talk about, small talk never feels awkward.

The two of you placed down your things at the campsite, unpacking your tent to set it up. When he started setting it up on his own you gently stopped him.

"Don't worry, it's fine. I looked up many tutorials. And if I do mess up, I have you." he smiled up at you as he straightened out the rods of the tent.

"Wowww, who's the reliable captain of the volleyball team?" You nudged him with your elbow in response, smiling.

He simply nudged you back in response, but he wasnt annoyed. You could tell by the smile on his face.

Another thing you noticed with Daichi is that time passes by faster with him.

Why else is the sun suddenly setting right now?

"I think it's about time we start cooking dinner." you suggested with a smile on your face, warming your hands on the newly ignited campfire. It's time to show off your outdoor cooking skills.

Before you could really even do anything, Daichi was already setting up your new electrical cooker on the portable table.

"Since when can you do that?" you placed your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow with a smile on your face.

"Reliability is my greatest weapon, don't you think?" He smiled back at you.

Oh, you felt like a proud parent. It's the same feeling you get when you see your underclassmen succeeding at starting a campfire for the first time.

But that just makes you wonder what else he read up on before coming here with you.

The two of you took out the rest of your food and cooking equipment, getting to work.

Even though it's only your first time camping together, things feel oddly natural. Back when you first began camping with the club, you often felt awkward, but this feeling doesn't happen when with Daichi.

Especially when his growling stomach was there to smooth over any tension.

After a good amount of giggling and light teasing, your meal was finally prepared to be enjoyed by the campfire.

The two of you sat back down in your camping chairs, watching the sunset together. Camping might not be as exciting or fast paced as volleyball, but it has that sweet, cozy vibe to it and Daichi finds himself loving it more and more as time passes.

Especially when your head is on his shoulder, the soft sounds of the campfire crackling are in the background and the gentle wind is blowing against his face.

He wishes he could stay like this forever.

The two of you slid into your sleeping bags, the gentle yellow light of the lantern gently illuminating the tent.

"Are you warm enough?" You asked him, knowing how cold it can get at night on the off-season. You had to borrow a heated sleeping bag from one of your club members since your budget was just not allowing a brand new one, so you were worried about how well it works.

"Mmmm, I'm very warm." He hummed in reply. He only talked in this tone when he was relaxed, which put you at ease. You really wanted to cuddle up to him, but unfortunately that was impossible while you were in a sleeping bag. Now you wonder if two person sleeping bags exist. If not you might have to patent the idea.

"This is eye-opening. I had a feeling I would enjoy camping but getting to experience it with you makes me want to do it again." He turned over to you and you had to hold back from giggling since he looked like a caterpillar.

"You say that like the trip is already over. We still have an entire night to spend." You smiled back at him.

He burst into laughter all of a sudden and you scrambled to find out the reason why, letting out a series of concerned "what's wrong"s.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry. You just look like a caterpillar. A cute caterpillar." If you could hit him right now, you would. Luckily for him, your arms are in the sleeping bag.

"Hey, atleast I held back!" You pouted.

"Seriously, remind me to camp with you again sometime. I want this to become a habit."

You don't need to be asked twice. You have a feeling that this day will be burned into your memory for a long time, anyways.

I got a little carried away oops🥲 i hope you don't mind anon

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dan hiroki !

warning: dom reader. gender neutral. yandere-ish themes, but its actually really concerning bc it dan hiroki. good boy dan ☺? hes pretty possessive. finger sucking. voice kink. a little hair-pulling. fingering. blowjob kinda. readers a little shorter than him, only adds to his height kink. dan tries to get on top but it backfires.

✿ disclaimer — I only write for characters 18+. if you don't like my content, please block me.

this most likely has lots of errors bc i was in a rush to finish this.

dan hiroki saw the way you looked at the cashier. your pretty eyes sparkled as you spoke, that contagious laughter that had dan smiling every time he heard it - it made him nauseous.

his eyes twitches. his stomach erupts in butterflies as he thinks of the things he could do to you.

he wasn't gonna take the life of the one of loves. at least, not again. but he's definitely not going to let this slide.

when you sat back down, he smiled at you, sipping on his coffee.

"is there a problem?" you ask in a concern tone. oh, how he loves that tone. he loves how gentle you are with him, or how you can easily get him drunk in love with anything that you do or say.

"no, everything's alright.." he replies, shutting his eyes like he was in peace. he wishes he could hear your voice every second, he'd never get tired. "can i stay over at your place today...?"

you nod, a smile on your face, dan couldn't help but replicate. "of course."

you're so easy...

"there's my pretty boy." you chuckle as dan stares at himself through the mirror. he turns around and smiles at you. you lean on the door frame, tilting your head.

he was wearing your biggest shirt as sleepwear, and he looked adorable in it.

the thing was: he had his own clothes in a drawer of yours, he just decided to steal your clothes instead.

he walks closer to you, taking your hand in his, raising it to his lips. he presses a gentle, lingering kiss on your palm.

"isn't it too early to sleep?" dan stares at you with pleading eyes, he shuts his eyes and lays his pink tongue flat against the base of your index finger and licks all the way to the top.

he lets his lips wrap around your finger tip, his teeth grazing you slightly. he opens his dark eyes, staring at your reaction.

your lips part as you look at him with such adoration, he can't help but get more turned on. you slip a second finger inside his mouth, pushing until they hit the back of his throat and made him gag, he lets his saliva run down your hand as his eyes gloss over.

he removes himself from your fingers with a pop! and tries to catch his breath.

"are you really going to sleep?" he murmurs. dan knows he got you, a smirk crawling on his face. "won't you play with me, (name)?"

"depends. what're we playing?" you ask, caressing his face, brushing your thumb over his lips. a shiver runs down his spine.

he may have been muscular and taller than you, but he's willing to submit to you as if it was in his nature.

it feels so nice knowing he was there to protect you and watch over you, and you still had the control in here.

"how about, hm..." he had so many ideas, but now that he's standing in front of you, his mind went blank. "you just touch me."

he suggested vaguely. you raise a brow, seeing as he didn't want to give you any details, you just went along with it.

your hands move from his jaw to his shoulders. almost as if you were tracing him. then they went down his spine, he shudders immediately, pressing himself against you.

"you're sensitive here, aren't you." you trail your hand down to his ass. dan jumps in surprise when you massage him. you lean against him and smile at his whimper.

he wasn't wearing anything under your shirt...

"i adore you," you whisper in his ear, gently running your teeth along the lobe of his ear. "i love you, darling."

dan sighs, softly giggling, his heart thumping wildly in his ribcage. he feels your smile grow, you move your hands to push his hair away from his face before you pull at the back of his hair, his head falling back.

tingles run all over his body, he suppresses a gasp. he distracts you by taking you by the wrist and pulling you towards your bed. "let me be on top today."

"when did we agree to this?" you tilt your head with curiosity. dan watches you bounce slightly as you're pushed to the bed.

"just now," he smiles slyly at you, your his shirt clings onto him as he straddles your hips, harden nipples poking through. "you know, i didn't appreciate the way you looked at that cashier today."

you steady him by holding him by his legs, caressing his inner thighs and slipping your cold hands under his shirt. dan was quick to stop you, grip on your wrist warning you to listen to him.

"so, you'll need to get punished today.." he murmurs, "i'm doing a good deed here, you can't stray away from me. you're all i have."

he lets go of your wrists and places his palms to your face, drawing hearts on your jaw with his thumb. he leans forward, in fact, it almost looks like he's riding you.

"i'm yours, and you're mine, (name). you only look at me. if that's not the case, then i'll kill 'em." you didn't understand what was going on, but nodded regardless. maybe it was the fact that the threat felt so real, or the fact that he was distracted by this that made you agree.

you took the chance to switch positions, laying him on his back. dan's eyes widen, his hair blocking his vision. "is that my punishment?" you tease, reaching over your nightstand to take out the lube. "i don't appreciate the fact that you think you can control me."

dan pouts, bottom lip jutting out slightly. its cute and it makes you want to smother him in kisses.

he doesn't realize you poured lube on your fingers until he feels the cold right at his entrance. "cold.." he whines quietly.

you grin at him. "you're not fighting back for dominance...?"

he stares at you with a frown, dark eyes not leaving yours until you decide to insert your finger inside him. his face twists with pain, eyes shutting close. you let your finger lie still, waiting for him to adjust.

he clenches and unclenches around you, a pleasured sigh emits from him. he gives you a small nod, his palm on his lower abdomen when you slid in and out, making sure to be slow and agonizing as you watch his expressions.

"don't worry, dan." you assure him, slipping a second finger in. you purposely avoid his prostate, making him whine at every drag of your fingers. "i won't look at anyone who isn't you."

"you're my everything," you pull your fingers out, before slamming them back in. dan squirms, thighs quivering and a loud moan erupts from him. "and i love you, so, so much..."

dan lets out trembling breaths. he pushes his shirt past his chest, holding onto it with his teeth. he's urging you to play with his leaking cock.

his teary eyes, his tiny whimpers, his shaking body... it was the cutest thing ever.

"i love your voice." you whisper, lifting his leg up so you could kiss his inner thigh. dan takes his hand and places it on your head, trying to make ground himself.

"and those cute noise you make everytime i touch a sensitive spot." you push your fingers to his prostate, holding his leg down with your free hand.

dan cries out loud, squirming around the bed and pulling at your hair. he pushes his hips down on your fingers to get more stimulation.

"even the way you get jealous is adorable. it makes me wanna eat you up." you pant out, moving your face so you were in front of twitching cock. dan shivers as your hot breath hits him.

"ack! (n-name)..."

he arches his back as you repeatedly slide your fingers against his prostate, not exactly hitting it but enough pleasure is brought to him that it makes him want to scream in frustration.

you place a wet kiss to his angry red tip, dan bites on his shirt even harder, not caring at the drool pooling around it. your tongue peaks out to give kitten licks to the slit.

his entire body was flushed in red. you couldn't help but just admire him. as if he was a painting. dan felt hot and exposed under your gaze. but he liked it, he liked that you looked at him like he was your dream man.

he locked eyes with you as you lick the base of his cock, slowly moving back to the tip, giving extra attention to the head. dan's whines are muffled, he makes sure to keep his eyes on yours, the eyes contact made him even wetter.

"(name), (name)...!!" you pull away from his cock, placing your lips to his hip bone. you bite down, leaving a purple mark in its place. he jumps in surprise, fingers wrapping through your hair when you place hickeys around his abdomen.

"please m-move.." dan gasps out. hips squirming around. you were so into it, you completely forgot about your fingers inside him. "please (name), wanna feel good"

"yeah?" his chest heaves up and down rapidly, the grip on your hair tightening. you thought of tying him up to keep him from pulling your hair out but decided against. "am i not making you feel good right now?"

dan shakes his head in denial. you're edging him and he hates it! just give him what he wants, won't you?

"no?" you tilt your head. his body convulsed under your hand, nipples erect and cock jumping, twitching. "very well then."

you take your fingers out - he groans in frustration, crying out when plunge them back in. you curl them to hit his prostate everytime you push them back in. he squeezes around your fingers, shutting his thighs around your head to keep you in place... or to at least block the offending hand.

"wai- ah, too rough!" he babbles out, spitting his shirt out of his mouth. its covered in spit and all crumbled up but he doesn't care. he clenches and unclenches, leaking pre-cum. it pools on his abdomen.

the usual calm dan hiroki turns into a mess everytime. its very satisfying. he's always whining about it when you tease him, but anyone could tell he likes it.

he inhales sharply and jerks up, throwing his head back. he holds his breath as white shoots out of him. his hand shoots out to grip your wrist.

"uuu, it feels good.." he moans freely, puffy hole squeezing your fingers tightly when you try to remove them, before relaxing completely. he tries to catch his breath and released his hold on you.

you wipe your hand with the rag beside you, placing your hands on his waist, soothing him back from his high. his muscles twitch and tremble, "do you feel better now?"

he nods, a smile gracing his features and he looks at you with hearts in his eyes. it makes him look like an angel. even though he's far from it.

"y-yes, thank y-you..."

he pulls you into a hug. you slightly graze his nipples, he winces.

he loves you. he loves you. love. love. love.

but its wasn't love. it was obsession. poor dan doesn't even realize it himself :(

...

#dom reader #dom!reader #sub character #dan hiroki x reader #brutal manga #dan hiroki smut #brutal smut #hiroki dan x reader #hiroki dan smut #top reader #top male reader #seme male reader

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da-proti-toku-grem · 3 months

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7 with bojere?

I'm going to be honest here, this one was a bit harder for me to write because I've never written them (or Jere) and I haven't read a single bojere fic since September (or October maybe?) so… yeah. But I hope it didn't turned out too bad 😅

Oh btw! Since I already posted all the previous ones on ao3 (you can find the links in my pinned post), from now on I'll post them both here and on ao3 directly. So, if you prefer to read there or whatever you can find the link at the end of each post (and of course, kudos and comments are always appreciated ☺🩷)

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

7. … to shut them up.

Jere was curled up in bed, mindlessly scrolling on his phone while some random reality show played on the back, but he wasn't paying attention to any of that.

Having a break from the tour and having time to be alone and relax was really nice, but having more time alone also meant having more time to think, and more time to think meant that his thoughts drifted to a certain brown-haired Slovenian guy more often than usual.

That soft brown hair with those few white strands that gave it a really nice touch, those chocolate brown eyes that sparkled when they looked at something – or someone – he loved and wrinkled a little when he smiled, that radiant smile that never failed to make you smile even on the worst days, those soft lips that he couldn't wait to feel again on his, the feeling of his arms around his body, pulling him close... All of him.

Usually, at times like this, Jere would call him. Just hearing his voice or seeing his face, even through a screen, always made the Finn feel a little better. But unfortunately, Bojan had let him know in the morning that he had a busy day ahead of him – something about them having to spend all day in the studio discussing options for their next song – so he probably wouldn't be able to talk to him until the evening.

Just a couple more hours, he thought, sighing heavily and putting the phone back on the bedside table. Maybe a little nap would help the time pass faster.

Just as his eyelids began to grow heavy and he began to feel his body relaxing, drifting closer and closer to sleep, soft hair and brown eyes the only things occupying his mind, the unpleasant sound of the doorbell echoed through the house.

Groaning, he threw off the blanket and got out of bed, walking towards the apartment door. He wasn't expecting any visits, so it had better be something important enough to interrupt his nap.

Out of all the possible people who could have been behind the door, he definitely wasn't expecting this one.

Bojan, his Bojan, was there, standing in front of his door with a big smile on his face, a suitcase beside him, and a box of chocolates in his left hand.

A million questions flashed through Jere's still half-asleep mind at that moment. How was he here? Shouldn't he be in the studio in Slovenia? How did he get here? Was he dreaming? Yes, he was definitely dreaming. This was not real. His mind was playing tricks on him.

He realized he had gone too long without saying anything when he saw Bojan's smile fade, being replaced by an expression of concern – perhaps a hint of insecurity.

“Hey, Jere, are you okay?” The younger broke the silence before quickly starting to explain himself. “Shit, I'm sorry; I should’ve let you know I was coming. I know I told you we were going to be in the studio all day, but I- I lied. I wanted it to be a surprise, so I called Mikke to find out when you'd be home. It's just... We haven't seen each other for such a long time and... and I missed you so fucking much, and I couldn't wait to see you and…”

God, he's so cute, Jere thought before he grabbed his face in his hands and pulled him close, pressing their lips together in a kiss that he hoped would be able to show how excited and happy he was that his boyfriend was there.

He could feel the Slovene slowly relax and begin to reciprocate the kiss. Jere's hands moved down from Bojan's face, caressing his arms until they reached his hands, which were still holding his stuff. The older could feel a shiver run through Bojan's body as his tongue licked his bottom lip teasingly.

Before the kiss could get any heated and they ended up making out in the middle of the hallway, where anyone could walk in on them at any minute, the Finn reluctantly pulled away from Bojan, earning a little whine from the other.

“Come inside, yes?” Jere said, tugging on his arm until he pulled him inside the apartment, closing the door behind them.

Bojan set the suitcase aside and dropped the box of chocolates on the small table at the entrance, turning to look at Jere, who immediately threw himself into his arms. The action almost made them both fall to the floor, causing them to burst out laughing.

Amidst laughter, Jere wrapped his arms around Bojan. “I've missed you so so much,” he said, accenting each word with a kiss somewhere on his face, making him giggle.

“I've missed you too, Jerč, so so much,” Bojan replied, giving him a warm smile and bending down a little until their lips met again in a tender kiss.

And there it was – that laughter he so longed to hear next to that ear, those brown eyes that sparkled brighter than ever when they looked at him, those arms that wrapped around him and clung to him almost as if afraid that it was all a dream and he might wake up at any moment, and those soft lips he so loved to feel on his.

If he had to describe the feeling in one word, he wouldn't hesitate for a second before saying "home".

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#finally had a bit of time to write again :D #i'm back with some soft bojere to heal your souls <3 #joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #käärijä #bojere #ask #mine #maca writes #kiss prompts #this is probably a bad time to post bc of the concert but oh well

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White Rascals With Girlfriends

♥ Pairing | White Rascals and girlfriends :> ♥ AU? No |

♥ Warnings | Mentions of violence, drinking, smoking, and NSFW stuff ;)

M.LIST H&L LIST

R☺CKY

♦ FIRST MEET

Rocky met you when he was doing dangerous jobs before forming White Rascals. You had been walking when you noticed a young man fighting a group of black-clothed people. Thinking he was in trouble, you grabbed a near by officer and pointed him to the group. Rocky would later thank you with a coffee and or tea.

♦ DATES

His date choices are usually a restaurant, a picnic, or at home dinner date. He knows how to cook so majority of your dates are at home. He only settles for a restaurant if its a special occasion or a picnic if its a nice day out.

♦ FIRST TIME

Your first time together was magical as Rocky made sure that everything would go to a decent plan. His mistake was honestly not all bad, as he forgot to turn off his phone while you guys were at it and it lowkey drove him insane with the absurd amount of texts from others.

♦ ARGUING

You and Rocky argue from time to time. This is typically about him overworking and spending more time fighting, which usually left him injured beyond your eyes. This can also be about him taking his anger out through other ways, such as using a punching bag and not noticing when you were there.

♦ JEALOUS

Rocky doesn't get really jealous but rather annoyed when he sees someone flirting with you and possibly making you uncomfortable. His whole motto is that the White Rascals don't harass or hurt women so he makes sure that the person who is making you seemingly uncomfortable, doesn't get to see the light of Club Heaven ever again.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

K☺☺

♦ FIRST MEET

Surprise, you meet Koo at Club Heaven. You thought he was a butler until he introduced himself as the subleader of White Rascals. The only actual reason he had introduced himself to you was because you were drunk and asking questions, but you still remembered everything about him.

♦ DATES

Unlike Rocky, Koo isn't that great at hosting dates. This leads to him asking Rocky to then asking Kizzy and then finally just asking you what you wanted to do for date night because well he's not the brightest for dates.

♦ FIRST TIME

Koo is one of the only people to not make an entire mistake but rather a little one. He also doesn't rush around to make sure everything is comfortable and good because he prefers comfortable stuff anyways. His tiny mistake was breaking his hand before you guys did it. He had a cast on for the whole time.

♦ ARGUING

Arguments between you and Koo are rare but he has a calm personality and will search for any points to make things right. If he's wrong, he's quick to admit it. If he isn't, he tends to sit down and explain it. Bonus, if he is wrong, he'll let you paint his finger nails (only white but a pale pink or blue can be painted). (KOO IS BBG YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE)

♦ JEALOUS

Silent jealousy type of person. He'll just death stare the person he's jealous of and then remember that he doesn't need to be jealous of them and they should be jealous of him because he has you. He will not let the person know he's jealous.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

KIZZY & KAIT☺

♦ FIRST MEET

You ran into Kizzy whilst at a Library doing research for a paper. She was with Kaito and they seemed to have been getting something for Rocky. You already knew Rocky, you just didn't know the others so you strike up a conversation with them. You guys seem to get along even if Kaito seemed uninterested.

♦ DATES

Kizzy is the one who makes the dates and has the help of Kaito. Although they are very different people, they seem to coordinate everything very well, even with you. If they can't come up with an idea, they usually ask you what you want to do. If you keep your relationship a secret from the other gangs, they'll settle for movie cuddles. This is where you have a movie night and cuddle. <3

♦ FIRST TIME

Kizzy and you actually did it in a hot tub. You were both sober and just flirting, plus giggling. Kaito wasn't there for it but he didn't hear the end of it from Kizzy. She did make a mistake which was knocking the temperature a few degrees higher which made it feel like it was boiling hot. With Kaito, it was after you got home from a long day at work. He was in the bed room reading when you walked in and dropped everything to help you relax. Let's just say a massage went from a massage and turned into you guys fucking.

♦ ARGUING

Arguments between you three happen half the time. This is typically because of them getting hurt or leaving a container in the fridge that is empty. Kizzy is the first to apologize and make things right with Kaito being more stubborn, but Kizzy always makes him apologize somehow.

♦ JEALOUS

If you are even flirting with another person, Kaito is quick to grab you away and bring you where people won't flirt with you. He's the more jealous one out of the two as he doesn't like others touching what's his. Whereas Kizzy doesn't care as much, just as long as you are being safe.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

(Couldn't find 3 people sleeping so just imagine it's Kaito, Kizzy, and then you.)

♦ HOW YOU KISS

Kizzy ^ Kaito v

I know a lot of people might be upset by this, but I didn't include the last few White Rascal members because 1. You don't get much on them and even though we get to see Aizawa, Enari, Bito, and Shimura, you don't get enough of their actual personalities for me to write on. 2. As for the others (Heidi, Marco, Lassie, and Cosette) again not much information and I also didn't know how to write them with girlfriends. Maybe at some point I'll end up coming back and editing this or I'll make a part 2 where I finally come back and put Heidi, Marco, Lassie, and Cosette, but as for now I think I'm not going to do that. I don't mean to make people whose favorite characters are those 4 feel like I'm not showing or caring for them, it's just with characters with little screen time where you don't get much about them makes it hard. Thank you for understanding.

♥ Mutuals; @talusional @dillpick (since you like stalking my page haha! <3)

#elixirol0gy #high and low fanfic #high and low #highandlowfanfic #frothing at the mouth #highandlowsmut #fluff #high and low rocky #high and low kizzy #high and low kaito #high and low koo #highandlowwhiterascals #white rascals #whiterascals #high and low white rascals

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cyborg-franky · 1 year

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Hey Franky, how are you?

I adore your style of writing. I confess that I'm not a big fan of Marco... Sorry, it's not really that I hate him, just that for me, he's a bit like a protective big brother

So, I'd like if possible (and if requests are open) a one shot or hc (it's up to you) on Marco who's kind of a brotherly figure for a reader who just got out of celestial dragon slavery and if you could add Ace and Sabo (more about Sabo) since he hates nobility, I would like to see how he would react (in a love context) or just how he would like to protect her or something

if you take for Sabo as the reader will become his girlfriend, it will be an nsfw towards the end

Thank you very much, and have a good day. Take care of yourself ☺

Thank you so much! and yeah I know Marco can be a choice bless him.

I don't write female reader and I'm not doing n.sfw atm so I hope you still enjoy this!

Platonic Marco Platonic Ace Sabo x GN Reader TW: Ex slave mentions. ACE LIVES AU

Marco

Thanks to Marco you didn’t have the searing brand for the rest of your life, you’d escaped before the awful thing had healed and marked enough on its own and you were forever grateful for the older man.

Marco tended to treat you like a younger sibling. Always sitting with you when you were alone, helping you get into the swing of things. Helping you make friends and fit in with the rest of the crew.

“Ready for your trip with Ace?” He asked as he sipped his drink and you shuffled the deck of cards, munching on a piece of pineapple, sharing Marco’s evening treat as you started to deal the cards.

“Yeah, I think it’ll be nice.” You said with a nod, popping another piece of fruit into your mouth, seeing the lazy smile on his lips as he looked at you fondly.

“You both better not get in too much trouble yoi.” He warned, giving you a friendly nudge and you rolled your eyes.

“Would you say that to anyone else or am I special?” you asked and he just gave you a knowing smile.

“Alright! What are we playing kiddos?” Marco and you both looked up seeing Thatch come and join you both.

You enjoyed playing cards with them, you enjoyed how Marco had taken you under his wing. You had a feeling the normally laid-back zoan had told Ace he had to be on his best behavior.

Ace

The next day you were packed and waiting for Ace.

You had a feeling he was having a prolonged and last-minute goodbye with Marco. You leaned on the rails and sighed, staring at the bright blue sky, watching fluffy white clouds gently sail past, wishing you were already on the road to adventure. Excited by getting to ride on the striker with Ace.

“Sorry about that,” You turned and saw Ace, seeing the sheepish expression on his face as he itched his neck, his bag slung over his shoulder before he walked past you.

“Ready?” “Yeah!”

You had no idea this thing went as fast as it did, you gripped the sides for dear life as Ace let out a cackle of amusement at seeing your hands white knuckle. You couldn't even close your eyes, flying across the sea, bouncing over the waves.

“Acccceeeee!”

“Relax! I got this, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, don’t worry!” You leaned back and stared at his grinning face, how he winked at you.

He had been the one that found you escaping the Celestial Dragons, he’d brought you back to the ship, to Marco for help.

Ace had been the one that stayed at your bedside while you healed, while you ate and got your strength back.

You'd tried to thank him over and over but he’d always simply said “What are big brothers for?” and ruffled your hair.

Sabo

Meeting Ace’s brother had been more than a surprise to you.

He was handsome, scars and all.

Maybe he dressed a little silly but it oddly suited him.

He’d introduced himself to you, holding your hand a little longer than was necessary for a handshake and it had made your heart race, beat faster in your chest as he spoke to you.

How you soaked up his voice, how you wanted to spend time with just Sabo. But you also didn’t want to get in the way of Ace and Sabo’s brotherly bonding time.

So when Sabo knocked on your door, the room you were staying in while you and Ace were here, you were a little shocked not to see the familiar freckled face.

“Where’s Ace?” You asked and cocked your head to one side, half expecting him to jump out.

“I thought it would be nice to get to know one another. If that's alright…” You tried not to nod your head so fast and give away just how cool you were about that.

Sitting on your bed, drinking cheap wine he’d brought out of wooden cups someone in the base had made themselves. It was simple, humble.

“Ace said you were an ex-slave..” The tone in his voice, the fire in his eyes when you nodded.

“I can’t wait till we burn their city to the ground, get revenge for everyone they messed with.” He balled his hands into fists. You watched as the anger washed over him, even if Ace wasn't his brother by blood you could tell they shared alot of views.

You placed your hand on his knee and offered him a small smile. “I’m okay now though,” “I’m glad, I’ve really enjoyed meeting you..”

Maybe it was the cheap wine, the dim lighting in the room, or just how much passion Sabo had running through his veins, his sense of justice but you were so utterly taken with him that you couldn't stop yourself leaning up and pressing your lips to his.

Marco and Ace were going to have alot to say to you and Sabo when they both found out you’d started a relationship…

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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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I was off tumblr a while and saw your now writing tw! If it's OK (and requests are open?) . Could I request your top three dorm leaders (headcons) and what you think dating them be like? (I'm a big tw simp and soo happy your now writing them. all the characters are so cute <3) . If you don't do headcons (I didn't see if you do headcons so idk). If you don't then a cute confession (m/n or character confess up to you!) with your favorite dorm leader. Just want some nice fluff lol.

Let's make it both ☺, I love writing and whenever I can I'm so happy, even if it takes me hours or days to finish them.

Twisted Wonderland Dorm Leaders [Headcanons&Drabbles] [Fluff]

Who confessed, and what's like to date them? Let's find out!

I don't really have favorites dorm leaders, maybe Malleus, so I just wrote something for everyone and I was gonna pick my three favorites, but I like them all.

Warning; ooc!characters x male!mc/yuu

Masterlist.

Game; Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Roseheart

It was sudden, and off-putting, to say the least, but it occurred.

Riddle has been catching himself thinking about the Ramshakle Dorm prefect, more and more often. He felt happy yet nervous whenever he was nearby, not even talking to him, but when he was? Riddle's face would turn such a bright red, that everyone would think he was boiling with rage because they might've broken a rule without realizing it. But nope, he was just really embarrassed and anxious.

He made more mistakes than he was used -which weren't many-, he was always caught off guard whenever (M/n) decided to drop by to study with Ace and Deuce.

And during the dorm's unbirthday party, when he was taking deep breaths to calm his heart into a regular, steady rhythm, he saw (M/n) entering the rose maze.

He didn't look particularly stunning or anything, but the wide, bright smile he showed at them, followed by his name being called with such cheerfulness, it made Riddle's face erupt in red.

The Heartslabyul dorm leader got up from the table and rushed to some place where he could hide and cool down.

Ever since then, Riddle has been actively avoiding (M/n) as much as he could. Running off somewhere so he didn't have to see him, wide eyes as he struggled to get his face to its normal color.

His behavior caused (M/n) to believe the dorm leader hated him, which lead to him being questioned by Cater since he looked a little sad. He explained to the ginger male what had been going through his head, at which Cater only chuckled with a surprised look on his face.

"Riddle? Hate you? No, he's just running to hide, his face turns so red when he sees you, but he doesn't look mad." And that was what (M/n) needed to hear.

Analyzing Riddle's behavior closer, he began following whenever he ran off, catching him in a nervous wreck as he fanned his face with his hand. "Riddle?" His voice made the red-haired male jump in place, turning to look at him, before letting out a squeal and quickly turning around.

"Wha-what do you wa-want?" He stuttered, covering the lower half of his face with the back of his hand.

Frowning a bit, (M/n) stepped closer and made Riddle turn back around to face him, holding his warm, soft face with his hands.

Almost immediately, Riddle's blue eyes traveled to look at his lips, a dazed look in his eyes. (M/n) smirked and pressed a kiss on the shorter male's forehead, hugging him gently as he stroked his red hair.

"I like you, Riddle, and is a little hurtful when you run away from me, y'know?" Blinking as he processed by just happened, Riddle felt like he was about to pass out because of how hot his face was, but luckily, (M/n)'s arms had a good grip on him.

•You're the reason he bends the rules so easily now.

•If you do something first and the rest start doing the same thing, he can't get angry at you, so he just lets you go with a warning.

•He gets really embarrassed too.

•If you suddenly hug him or kiss him he would squeal, and proceed to hide from you.

•But if you assure him that he's just so cute and how much you love him, he can't handle it.

•His face gets bright red if you hug him tightly while leaving kisses all over his face.

•He loves the affection but is not used to it yet, so you'll have to go slow and wait for him to initiate anything more than a peck.

Leona Kingscholar

(M/n) was just checking on the botanical garden since Crewel asked him to get some specific plants for the next class, and of course, Leona was there, peacefully sleeping. He sighed as he looked at him for a few seconds, before heading father inside, where Crewel told him he'll find the plant.

Already there and after looking around for a few seconds, he put on his gloves and reached for the plant, taking some leaves off and putting them in the plastic container he was handed when he left the classroom.

He was able to hear the faint growl let out when he woke up, but he ignored him, he was almost done and he didn't want to make Crewel wait for too long.

The moment he was done, he turned around and started walking out the same way he walked in, showing a subtle smile at Leona who was letting out a soft yawn. "Herbivore," he said, standing up and walking up to them, patting (M/n)'s shoulder as he walked somewhere where the sun wasn't as bright. "I like you."

(M/n) was left speechless, such words were completely unexpected. That was so sudden, so of course he was raking his brain as he tried to come up with an excuse or explanation as to what that meant.

On his way to the class, he kept wondering if Leona was joking with him or if it was a prank...

"No, Leona is too lazy for that though."

And (M/n) decided to just keep going with his life.

However, the next day during break, (M/n) jumped at the sudden feeling of a pair of arms wrapped around his middle, he looked over his shoulder to see who it was, only to find Leona with his head resting on his back, almost falling asleep on him. (M/n) was so confused as to what was happening to the feline, and his friends were feeling a little intimidated by Leona's presence, so they muttered a quiet 'bye' and left.

"Leona-san? Do you need something?" He asked with a hesitant tone, asking himself how he would get out of this strange situation.

"I was waiting for you at the botanical garden, but you never showed up, so I came here." Was all he said in a slightly muffled mumble, (M/n) was able to understand him, but only barely.

"Why?" He asked with a puzzled look on his face, swiftly glancing down at his wrist where Leona's tail had wrapped around.

"Because we're dating now, I told you I like you yesterday."

•So it was real?!

•And now you're dating even if you didn't say anything back?!

•And you realized, "Who snitched?"

•"Ruggie"

•Well, at least you weren't painfully rejected, but now you had to bear a 185cm tall, at least 170lbs, lion-hybrid sleeping on top of you whenever he felt like it, sighing as your limbs -and pretty much your whole body- went numb.

•please crush me, I would die happy

Azul Ashengrotto

It was the rare occasion where the octotrio decided to swing around the Coral Sea. It had been such a long time since Azul had turned into his mer form, well, aside from when he overblotted -but no one talks about that-.

The three of them were just swimming around, Floyd and Jade swirling around Azul while they talked and laughed at memories they had from certain places. But suddenly, they went quiet, noticing how Azul seemed to be deep in thought... Well, more like daydreaming.

Azul, who had been tuning out whatever the twins were talking about, too busy remembering (M/n)'s voice. His laugh, his face, his personality, and how friendly and nice he was to him. He was too entranced in his memories, that he didn't notice when Floyd turned his body to look at him, a playful smile showing his sharp teeth.

"Thinking of your boyfriend, Azul-chan~" he teased him, causing Azul's eyes to open wide at those words, scowling at Floyd as he was about to tell him to shut up -and that he didn't have a boyfriend- when Jade followed his twin's teasing.

"He certainly may be missing prefect-san a lot, right?" How did they-?!

Feeling corned between the mischievous eels, Azul spat ink before turning around and swimming away, trying to find the biggest pot nearby, squeezing his big body inside it, feeling safer now that he felt the comfort of being inside a pot.

He felt like a kid again, running away and hiding from his bullies. But now he was hiding the embarrassment the twins' words caused.

As the minutes passed, Floyd and Jade eventually found Azul, since some of his tentacles were poking out of the pot.

While Jade was busy trying to get Azul out of the pot, Floyd kept teasing for a little while, until he got bored and started looking around for something to distract him.

But that wasn't the end of his embarrassment.

Back on Night Raven College, the first thing Floyd did when he saw (M/n) was tease him about how much Azul has been missing you while they were away. Cue a confused prefect who just blinked at him. Floyd didn't realize it, telling him what happened a few days ago.

(M/n) was taken aback, and he was pretty Floyd just snitched on Azul's feelings for him. But hey, this was his chance to go to Mostro Lounge and ask him out on a date, that is, if Azul decided to stop running away from him whenever he saw him.

•Dating Azul would be one way or the other.

•You teasing him along with the tweels, or you stopped them from doing so, realizing how flustered Azul looked.

•He had the habit of avoiding you when that happened. And you didn't want that.

•You had a special booth for you in Mostro Lounge, and you would often be greeted by Azul as he sat down to talk to you since he's been missing you all day.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim had no idea what it was, but he just kept wanting to give (M/n) more/better stuff than he gave to others, and he constantly wanted to be with him.

It wasn't like when he was with Jamil, it felt different.

He got nervous and excited which resulted in weird actions, like he found himself hugging (M/n) tighter or for longer. Wanting to be next to him all day. And he would be blushing, showing a bright smile whenever (M/n) would compliment him.

His reactions were cute, going from beaming with happiness, to flustered stuttering. (M/n) constantly teased him just to get those reactions out of him, making his heart beat faster whenever Kalim would shyly glance at him with his beautiful crimson eyes.

And Kalim loved seeing (M/n) wearing gold jewelry, especially those that he brought for him. Even if the prefect would usually refuse with a nervous smile, saying that it was too flashy or that he didn't have to waste money on him.

"Waste money? But I wanna buy things for you, (M/n)-san~," the puppy eyes he gave him were enough convincing for (M/n) to accept the piles and piles of jewelry Kalim gave him.

(M/n) wondered if he was reading into Kalim's action and affection too much, but well, it wouldn't hurt to try, right? The worst that could happen is he rejects him, which wouldn't be the first time it happens.

In the end, it worked out just fine.

•Just because you're dating now, nothing really changes, Kalim still constantly buys/gives you jewelry, which is his way of showing affection, and even if you think is too much, you take them.

•-he gets so sad otherwise-

•But you do explain that you don't need anything other than him.

•You're happy just by being with him, having fun together.

•Cooking together. Singing together. Dancing together.

•-of course, you help Jamil around, ordistractKalim, which gives Jamil some time to relax-

•He's very clingy, but it's okay, he's cute so you allow him.

Vil Schoenheit

The queen has arrived!

He was in disbelief, proceeding with denial. He fell in love with a spud, a potato. He couldn't believe it!

He was sitting on his vanity, his fingers pressed to his temples. He was stressed, which wasn't good for his skin, so he took a deep breath, and opened his eyes, staring at himself in the mirror. Vil's thoughts wandered back to the Ramshackle Dorm prefect.

(M/n)'s wasn't perfect, and he wasn't the most attractive guy in the school, so there had to be something that got Vil's attention, what it was? He had no idea, and wasn't feeling like thinking about it. So instead, he tried to imagine what (M/n) would be like if he did meet his standards for men...

He would be okay, but... it wouldn't be himself... Vil liked (M/n) the way he is, not really caring about his physical appearance or his bad language, they in a weird way, sort of complemented each other, lacking what the other had, (M/n) had his likes and dislikes, and so did he, after all, he couldn't force him to be someone he's not. So maybe, he could try something.

Vil gets a little bit more shy than usual, kinda nervous too whenever he sees (M/n) or he's near him. It took him a while, but eventually, those feelings he's not used to feeling would fade away, becoming a little bolder and openly flirting with (M/n).

However, the prefect doesn't seem to get the hint -because he's way too insecure-. On occasion, laying in bed as he remembered how close and touchy Vil was with him, he would feel embarrassed, his face heating up but he would always, always deny that Vil means it romantically.

"I mean... He's fucking gorgeous and I'm... an ugly, couch potato, why would he like me back?"

That's exactly what he says to Vil when the blond took him to his room.

Vil only stares at (M/n) in disbelief, he couldn't understand how and why someone so charmingly attractive would call themselves something so mean.

"You're not ugly, and definitely not a couch potato," his soft, warm hands cupped (M/n)'s face in them, holding eye contact with the now flustered male. "You're so beautiful, charming, handsome, and much more, but overall," Vil leaned closer until their foreheads were pressed together, "You're my sweet potato."

(M/n)'s eyes opened wide when Vil Schoenheit himself kissed him. He thought he was dreaming when the blond backed away.

I've been blessed

Vil couldn't help but blush as he stared at (M/n) dazed expression, as if he had just seen an angel. "You're gonna say something or you're just gonna look at me?"

Snapping back to reality -and realizing he wasn't in a dream-, (M/n) reached a hand to hold the back of Vil's neck, leaning forward and kissing him again. The blond gasped, soon closing his eyes as he leaned back slowly, now laying on his bed as his arms wrapped around (M/n)'s neck.

•At first, is a little weird, but slowly, it turns into a wholesome relationship, where he lets you do his hair.

•You help him practice his acting, singing or dancing.

•You lay in bed with him while he puts a face mask on you.

•He takes care of your hair, and if you're okay with it, he puts makeup on you and does your nails.

•If you don't want to or don't like it, he respects it, but he also expects you to learn how to do his makeup.

•He may not want to sleep over at your down, but he does host a campaign to collect funds to rebuild/repair the Ramshackle Dorm.

•(Grim is very happy about the tuna cans too)

Idia Shroud

When he realized it, he got scared. Really scared.

He's simping! And for a real person instead of a 2d character! What happened to him?!

Well, at least he could avoid embarrassment during those tedious Dorm Leaders meetings, where (M/n) was now present, that way he can't see him face to face, but he still gets really nervous and anxious though, so it doesn't help much.

Idia's yellow eyes are looking at (M/n) through the screen, hearing his voice loud and clear in his headphones, and just that, causing his hair to flare up in a hot pink color, his whole body shaking.

He can't help but hide his face -and hair- when he sees (M/n) walking nearby. Another reason why he won't be getting out of his room for a while.

But even so, (M/n) couldn't help the curiosity he felt towards Ignihyde's dorm leader, asking the other third years he know where he could find Idia. Of course, poor Idia can't bear the thought of being near him without freaking out and running away.

However, slowly but surely, he warms up to the Ramshackle dorm prefect, going as far as to invite him over to his room.

The moment (M/n) walks in he's a stuttering, anxious mess, wondering if there was something in his room he forgot to hide because it'll be so cringe if he saw it, and seeing (M/n) observing around his room makes him freak out.

He runs around the place, trying to prevent (M/n) from looking around too much -especially some sketches he had of the (h/c) haired male-, which only causes Idia to drop stuff to the floor. He's making himself look like a fool, and realizing that only makes him mess up even more. So, in a futile attempt, (M/n) kneels on the floor next to him, trying to get Idia to calm down, noticing how the third year's hair has been turning pink and orange for a little while now.

But that doesn't work quite well, ending up in Idia's hair flaring up even more, a mix of its natural blue, pink, and orange all mixed together.

"I can't calm down! Not when you're here, so close to me!" He exclaimed, his body shaking more aggressively than before, "I like you so much and you make me so nervous, I-I can't do stuff when you're near me and I-"

(M/n) stares at him surprised, while Idia had successfully stopped himself from saying more, however, it's already too late, he already spilled his feeling and now he was gonna be painfully rejected-

The feeling of (M/n)'s hand caressing his face gently seemed to calm him instantly, and he leans further in the warm touch.

"I like you too, Idia-kun."

•I doubt Idia has ever properly dated anyone, so you have to make sure he's not doing something out of his comfort zone, thinking that you may not like him otherwise.

•Just let him know that you don't care if he plays games every day, you actually wanna play with him.

•Ask him about programming and how to build a robot/machine.

•You'll see him as bright as ever, smiling and so happily explaining everything to you.

•In exchange, he wants to know about your world, how it is, and how you used to be.

•He wants to know everything about you.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is not sure what he feels and the name of it, but he likes being with (M/n), especially since he's not scared of him like everyone usually is.

He has a content smile when he sees (M/n) getting along with Lilia, Silver, and even Sebek. He loves the sound of his voice, his laugh, his smile, his jokes, and all the stories from his world.

Even if he didn't understand what he meant with his weird words such as 'simping' and 'sus/sussy', he was deeply and genuinely fascinated by (M/n) and where he comes from.

But the day (M/n) told him how he was "simping" over a real person he was a little confused, then he got worried. Did he like someone? Who was it?

"Actually, I may be in love with them, rather just simping," those words made Malleus freak out internally, on the outside he looked as composed as ever. "I think I'll confess, maybe they like me back."

Well, he couldn't do much. If (M/n) was in love with someone and wanted to date them he wasn't gonna stop him. So letting out a short sigh, he thought he could help him a bit.

"And who is this person that you like?" The wide smile that (M/n) showed him caught him off guard, especially since he seemed to be holding in a laugh.

"You."

It was such a simple and short response, yet such a cute confession coming from (M/n) caused a blush to erupt on Malleus's face, and he found himself at a loss for words, something that was a regular occurrence with the (h/c) haired.

•Our Prince of Fae is a little foreign to relationships but that doesn't mean he doesn't try to impress you any way he can.

•From buying you things to cooking for you, he can do anything.

•If you want/can, he'll let you style his hair every morning too, stopping by your dorm before going to class.

•He tells you about the fairies while you braid his hair and add some flowers toit.

•He loves it, and he realized he doesn't look as intimidating/scary as usual, so he keeps asking you to style his -really soft- hair.

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marshmallowprotection · 6 months

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(Squishes and smooshes Suit Saeran's cheeks with a big goofy smile) 😌☺

Ah, you air on the side of danger, do you? I think the funniest thing about this is that I imagined that you would be able to get away with doing this if it was during the night of his apology. Imagine getting all of the to him from the other side of the room, when he's standing by the window with such a sad look in his eyes.

He's prepared to leave as soon as possible for your comfort, but you smile at him, and cup his face in your hands to bring a smile to his cheeks.

A part of him isn't surprised to see that you don't hate him, but another part of him wishes that you did because it would have been that much easier to leave. He doesn't want to leave because he discovered that you meant so much to him in that time he spent by himself, but he knows that after everything he did to you, he has to work to be a better person, not just to treat you right, but to be at peace with himself.

How can he leave when you're looking at him like that?

When your eyes are so gentle... when he knows you really DO care for him just as you care for Ray... when he sees you smile... he knows the kindness is something he needs to earn.

You give it freely but he has to prove to himself that he's earned it. He may not need to fight for his life to show you he cares, that he knows in his heart he won't ever hurt you again on purpose, but he has to prove to himself that he's doing the right thing, and treating you the way you deserve to be treated.

It's one of the reasons why he wanted to take space from you in the beginning, so that he can learn how to be a better person on his own schedule. But, as your hands cup his cheeks and hold him tight, the only thing he can think about is how nice it is to be yours. God, how nice it is to be loved... even if you don't think you've earned it.

"Your hands are... soft."

"Your smile is, too."

#mod kait #ask #mystic messenger #mysme #saeran choi #mysticmessenger #choi saeran #mm #sheepsdreamworld #suit saeran #drabble

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dutchvanwinkle · 2 years

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Would you consider doing a fic request involving a three way with Dutch and Arthur? There isn’t enough out there with both in!

Would I consider it? Baby I fantasize about it on the regular. Enjoy ☺

I know it took me a while to finish but I hope the wait was worth it anon!

This is set in the early-ish days, Arthur being mid-twenties and Dutch being mid-thirties because I love the thought of cocky Arthur in his youth.

The Importance of Hierarchy - Arthur x Dutch x Reader

ao3 link if you prefer.

Summary: Arthur and Dutch notice you’ve become too self-assured and seem to have forgotten the hierarchy within the gang. They take it upon themselves to remind you.

Word count: 15,119

Content warnings: So much smut, 18+ (please check ao3 for specific tags)

Life in a gang had thoroughly surprised you. At first, when the offer arose of joining a small gaggle of outlaws you weren’t entirely sure about the whole thing. Most of them that had joined the gang did so because they had nowhere else to go and it gave them an opportunity for a second chance. But you were poached by them, a talented thief with a quick wit who they happened to run into when a few of them were targeting the same mark as you. It made sense to team up for the job at the time, they seemed decent enough and if you were being honest, you were slightly out of your depth sneaking into the mansion of a local businessman; not that you’d ever admit that to them.

The whole thing went off without a hitch, and you stole more than you’d have been able to on your own, so even when split between yourself and the three men your take was larger than you’d expected. You parted ways afterwards but hadn’t expected them to track you down some days later with the promise of a larger take and a spot in their gang.

While the job went well, you still had your reservations. Though this time, your new friends Arthur, John, and Javier had brought along the gang’s leader who appeared to harbour the group’s share of charm and smoothly twisted your arm into joining up with a promise that it can only be temporary should you decide it’s not for you.

Alas, temporary it was not.

This way of life suited you; it was nice having other people to talk and drink with, and it was nice having them there to fall back on if a job went sour. Six months went by and you were already a part of the furniture, well-accustomed to the ebbs and flows experienced by the Van der Linde gang. The vagabonds had already stepped up from the title of colleagues and you proudly thought of them as your family.

And as with every family, that just so happened to include the regular squabbling - harmless as it was.

Currently, you felt nothing other than frustration at Arthur and Dutch, one-upping each other with their marksman skills as they shot bottles and birds alike while you sat and waited for them to get a move on so you could start turning the ground over in the gang’s new surrounding area for some fresh leads. Leant by the small tree a ways off the main road, you’d watched for over forty-five minutes and they didn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon.

While Arthur made an excuse about why he’d missed a shot you flicked open your pocket watch, grunting at the time that greeted you. It was getting late, you were getting hungry, and they were getting on your last nerve.

Pushing yourself off the tree’s trunk, you stood between them and held up your rolled-up map. The two men stopped their animated discussion almost comically, heads tilted at you like a pair of dumb dogs for an explanation.

“If you boys are quite done with your pissing contest, I believe we have some work to do,” you reminded them, unrolling the map and holding it open.

They shared a cursory glance at the map before each other and then you, the corners of their lips turning up in amusement.

“Sorry little lady,” Arthur drawled, casually digging his repeater into the ground to lean on. “Didn’t realise you had somewhere better to be.”

You huffed tiredly. “I just don’t want to spend my time standing around. The two of you can go off and shoot all the bottles you like once we’re through, and I can go elsewhere.”

“When did your time become so valuable? Had I known, I might’ve taken out a small loan or asked Strauss to balance the books for me,” Dutch mused, Arthur’s chuckle chiming in the background. “We ought to make amends to our budget to allow for our new expense. Would you like your payment weekly or monthly, miss?”

“Any time today would be grand,” you scoffed. “Stop being an ass, you said this wouldn’t take long.”

Dutch raised his eyebrows at your comment and choice of name for him, and cockily crossed his arms – something you suspected was usually enough to get someone to rethink their words. You knew talking back to the man in charge was a brave, or stupid, thing to do but on this occasion, you thought you were warranted to say something. Besides, he always did struggle to be mad at you considering the high-quality work you’d put in for the gang so far.

“My my, Arthur. Seems our girl is growing bored of us.”

You dropped your arm to your side, the map dangling uselessly and rubbed at your brow with a fatigued groan. “It’s not that. I’m happy to go to town on my own, I don’t see why I have to come with you both anyway. Then you can finish whatever... sport this is and go off on your own accord. Sound fair?”

They glanced at each other once more, not seeming even slightly bothered by your small outburst and instead seemed to find humour at each turn of the conversation. After mirroring each other’s smiles, Arthur cleared the laugh building in his throat.

“What’chu think, Dutch? Sound fair to you?”

Dutch hummed thoughtfully, feigning the action of decision-making and only doing so for the sake of creating suspense. Arthur waited patiently; a befittingly boyish smirk plastered across his face.

“Now, what is fair? One may define it as -”

“No,” you interrupted immediately, one of Dutch’s lectures the last on the list of things you wanted at that moment. “For the love of god, no.”

“No what?” he asked, eyes warm and mischievous.

“Please,” you sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m appealing to your humanity. Do not make me sit through a lecture. And do not make me sit through any more mindless shooting.”

“Alright,” Dutch acquiesced, raising his arms in surrender and Arthur tutted at the swift end to his entertainment. “Fair enough. As you wish, we can go ahead and do our scouting now instead.”

“Thank you,” you said pointedly, turning on your heels to lead them back to the horses who you suspected were just as bored as you were.

So, you got your way and the ordeal was finished, but at what cost? While you did scour the town for leads, from then on, the two men thought it funny to use every opportunity to tease you and you began to miss a few hours previous when you only had to listen to the repeated fires of their guns instead of their smarmy remarks. They really were a childish pair of bastards.

✾

The local town was fruitful, filled to the brim with leads that you’d been tracking in your journal. The gang was busy and spirits were high with all the planning that was going on. You’d taken a second trip into town with Karen a few days later to scout for a job the two of you had been scoping out and you’d robbed a stagecoach with John and somehow come out the other side unscathed. One job you’d been helping plan for was on hold, it was one of the biggest you’d been involved with and required a generous amount of dynamite to pull off. Though the one person who promised to get you said dynamite was yet to deliver.

After pondering the rest of the active leads and deciding this particular one was a priority to set in motion, you pushed up from your bedroll and beelined for Arthur, sitting outside Dutch’s tent sharpening his knife.

“Arthur,” you greeted him and the outlaw raised his head in response, eyes quickly darting to the small book in your hand as he calculated you hadn’t come over for a friendly chat.

“How can I help?” he asked pre-emptively with an underlying tone of sarcasm.

“I need the dynamite sooner rather than later,” you informed him, ignoring his mocking façade of helpfulness. “This one can’t wait much longer.”

Dutch was facing the other way, a cigar pressed to his lips. He smirked at the thought of you bossing around big stubborn Arthur.

“That right,” Arthur sat back with a sigh. “I don’t get no hello how are you or what can I do to help you do I? All you want is for me to do something, like I’m not always doing something -”

“Arthur,” you interjected sternly. “You said you’d get it in the first place so stop making a fuss. It’s not like I’m asking for much and we can’t do anything without it. It is your job to keep the ammunition topped up.”

“You could always try asking me nicely.”

Rolling your eyes, you exhaled the cool air and reminded yourself not to rise to his teasing. “Just do it,” you lamented, turning to leave before he could make another remark.

Dutch took it as an opportunity to lean on the back of Arthur’s chair, awaiting his pending complaint.

“When did she get so god damn demanding?” the younger man promptly delivered, and while Dutch thought of a reply he found himself distracted by the sway of your hips in that skirt as you made your way back to your tent.

Arthur’s hungry eyes lit up just the same despite his grievances, the pair of dogs now closer to a pair of wolves spotting their next target for prey. It really was a flattering skirt.

The two men noticed the silence hanging between them at the same time, frowning at each other before taking their gazes away from you.

“Stop being a pervert,” Arthur deflected, letting out an awkward cough.

“You stop being a pervert,” Dutch countered, busying himself with straightening out his already straight waistcoat.

“That thing even still work anymore?” Arthur gestured lazily to Dutch’s crotch.

“Course it still works Arthur, I’m not senile.” Dutch then took the opportunity to look back at you, pencil now pressed onto your bottom lip while you concentrated on that little journal of yours. A brief wave of guilt washed over him.

Of all the people in his gang, you were by far one of the hardest workers. It was refreshing to have someone come in that had no requirements for learning the ropes, and instead taught the rest a new trick or two and provided useful insights whenever anyone asked for it. He knew that deep down you were similar to him, worrying more than necessary about the gang and overcompensating by bulking out the available funds with your labour. Sure, sometimes you could be overbearing and he wasn’t sure he’d ever even seen you sit still for a full day, but he thought back to the time you joined, often the life of the party that had now traded the drunken late nights for early, hangover-free mornings so you could get to work straight away. Dutch was truly grateful to have such an asset, but he worried that the way he hammered in the importance of loyalty and hard work had been too much and unnecessary. You just cared. A lot. He suspected you never required that push in the first place that the others usually do.

The way Dutch saw it, he was left with two problems. You’d forgotten how to have a good time and also forgotten the level of responsibility you had; while he was glad you were invested in the gang’s forthcomings; he couldn’t have you ordering his senior gun around. That was his job, after all.

He did know of one way to kill two birds with one stone.

His face and posture relaxed in turn at the enlightenment, and Arthur felt the air shift around him. He looked at Dutch inquisitively, noticing the ever-obvious signs of the man’s mind formulating a plan. “What you thinkin’?”

“I’m thinkin’ we take little miss out on a special job, just the three of us.”

“A special job?”

“Sure. Maybe remind her how to have some fun,” Dutch said, a devilish look growing on his face. It soon hardened in place with a committed exhale. “And while we’re at it, we can remind her who’s in charge.”

Arthur frowned; not entirely sure what Dutch was going on about but as usual, he assumed he wouldn’t escape being dragged along for the ride.

✾

It was a mild day, overcast skies and a cool breeze passing through the street you walked along on the way to the hotel. Dutch had asked you to meet him and Arthur there for a job and said that he’d explain more when you arrived, your only instruction being to wear a nice enough outfit that’d still let you blend in. You chose your favourite skirt and blouse combination.

The hotel was average-sized, slightly larger than one would find in a small town but nothing compared to the big city ones. You’d been in once before, to the bar on the ground floor when you and the girls had a field day swiping valuables from the over-served patrons. A hotel with its own bar was a smart idea, from the hotel’s financial perspective, yet dangerous for its customers. Knowing there’s an available bed just up the stairs often makes people more likely to reach questionable levels of intoxication. That usually worked in your favour.

Room eight, fourth door on your left when you reach the upstairs landing. The clerk’s words repeated in your head as you walked up the stairs, the small key clutched in your hand. Sure enough, there was the door to room eight.

Upon opening it, you frowned: no sign of Dutch and Arthur. Were you late? Your pocket watch answered for you when you checked the face of it – 19:03. You were just on time.

With a shrug, you assumed the others would be with you any moment, but the more than inviting bed called to your tired bones. May as well have a rest while you waited. You kicked your boots off and flopped back onto the bed, revelling in the supportive mattress and letting the bottoms of your legs dangle off the side while you observed the patterned swirls on the ceiling.

The low hum of noise from downstairs and the slight whistle of wind through a gap in the window soothed you, and while you reminded yourself that you had to stay awake, you allowed your eyes to fall shut.

Your relaxation was short-lived, the slamming open of the door startling you awake with a gasp. Instead of pulling your gun from its holster, your hand remained hovering over it when you sat up and found Arthur and Dutch laughing at your reaction. You grumbled indignantly. “You’re not funny.”

Arthur snorted, shaking his head and closing the door behind him. “You agree with that, Dutch?”

“Nope,” the man responded plainly, taking a step closer and hooking his thumbs over his gun belt.

“Looks like you’re outnumbered, sorry darlin’.”

With a defeated eye-roll, you lowered back down onto your elbows. The two of them observed you for a moment before Arthur broke the silence with an ever so slight strain in his voice.

“You’re looking mighty comfortable there.”

You looked either side of yourself to the bed and back to him. “Isn’t that the point?”

“Too comfortable,” Arthur clarified, his voice low and almost sinister. “You’re making a habit o’ it.”

You wrinkled your nose at him in confusion. If anything, you’d been the complete opposite with how tirelessly you’d worked in recent weeks to make yourself worthy of your spot in the gang. Deflated, at the prospect all you’d done wasn’t nearly enough, you breathed out a short breath. “What’s that supposed to mean? You saying I’ve been slacking off?”

Arthur didn’t give anything away, instead raising his eyebrows at Dutch to clarify.

“Quite the opposite,” he commented in an indifferent monotone. It was Dutch’s turn to receive your confused expression, allowing Arthur a moment to compose himself while your attention was elsewhere.

To say Arthur was excited about Dutch’s plan was... an understatement.

He’d hardly believed the proposition when it left his mentor’s lips. At first, he thought it was a joke, some harsh gimmick you and him had cooked up to embarrass Arthur into admitting he wanted you in that way. Because admission was all it was, no persuasion was necessary given the number of times Arthur had tugged on himself with eyes screwed tight and gritted teeth as he fought back any audible sound that could let onto what he was up to in the confines of his tent. He’d wanted to experience you in that way from the moment he’d met you. In truth, he loved your asserted and self-assured manner and he did have a great deal of respect for you for not bowing to any of the boys; not even Dutch.

But when the man himself suggested it, putting the image of you in Arthur’s head doing exactly that – on your knees for him, shedding your clothes for him, opening your legs for him...

Well, it was all he’d damn well thought about since.

Dutch’s reasoning hadn’t helped. Teach her a lesson and remind her who’s in charge and but make her pleasure our top priority had all but circled Arthur’s mind like some sort of chant since he’d uttered them in a hushed voice by the light of the campfire one night when everyone else was asleep. Dutch always did have a talent for painting a pretty picture, and he’d made this scenario into a masterpiece.

Then, Dutch began to move and broke Arthur out of his impending stupor. He rounded the bed, prompting you to shuffle your legs onto it and back a little so you were no longer sideways. Knees bent, but still propped up on your elbows, you watched as he all but prowled to be stood at the foot of the bed and stopped, chuckling gently. It didn’t lessen your building unease with the situation.

But Dutch’s face was soft, kind almost, his expression reminding you of a proud one but that wasn’t quite the best description - you couldn’t put a pin on it but you remained hopeful that it was borne from a genuine place. He shook his head slightly. “We’re going to fix our little problem on this job today.”

Problem? “Problem? I – I wasn’t aware we had a problem... sir.”

The way Dutch’s eyes lit up at the end of your sentence didn’t go unnoticed by you. The corner of his lip tugged slightly and he nodded again. “That is much better.”

“Better?” you turned to face Arthur, seemingly frozen in his spot and thawed by your gaze, mobilising to join Dutch’s side at the end of the bed and mentally shaking off his rapidly expanding imagination to resume his persona of hardened outlaw.

Neither of them answered you, and as the gentle thrum of your pulse picked up beneath your skin you darted your gaze between them.

“She looks like a little deer,” Arthur observed and Dutch hummed in agreement. His hands drifted to his gun belt and a brief flash of fear struck you but was soon numbed by the click of his buckle which preceded the soft brush of leather as it slid out of the fasten. He held the gun belt away from his hips in one hand before letting it drop to the floor, and despite your knowledge of the sound it’d make the thunk of it hitting the wood made your shoulders tense.

“I do love those doe eyes,” he said and Arthur took it as his cue to remove his own gun belt, which he did with admittedly more haste. “Don’t you, Arthur?”

“I’ll be honest Dutch,” Arthur huffed a chuckle, “it’s not her eyes I’m thinkin’ about.”

A quiet warning side-eye from Dutch simmered Arthur down somewhat, who cleared his throat while the tension built in your face. “Why are you talking about me like I’m not sat right here? Can one of you please explain what this is all about? You’re making me feel very... unnerved.”

“The problem,” Dutch began diplomatically, posture relaxed yet solid, “is that you’ve been forgetting the chain of command recently.”

You weren’t enjoying this game. You’d come here for the job, waited while they were late and damn them if they weren’t going to let you prove yourself and instead act like you’re some lazy leech. Thoroughly sick of their recent affliction for ganging up on you, and in your opinion an unfair view on your contribution to the gang, you shuffled forward and pushed up to stand between the two of them. You’d never cast much thought to how tall they both were until this moment. “Whatever you say. Can we just get on with the job?”

Dutch smirked, pleased, and placed a hand on your shoulder. “If that’s what your heart desires, then by all means.”

The pressure from his palm increased and you looked at it and then back to him, brow scrunched in questioning.

“Sit,” he commanded softly, lips remaining parted around the word, and you did so hesitantly.

“Why are you both acting strange?” your voice came out quiet and you felt small at that moment; them being dangerous men was a fact you often forgot. Dutch seemed to notice. Arthur was too busy anticipating what was to come.

“Relax.”

It wasn’t much, but you took it. Perhaps you weren’t in trouble, but you did know that doing what was asked of you would lead to clarity eventually. So, you shuffled back and leaned down onto your forearms once more.

“Are you going to tell me what the plan is, then?”

The creases in the corners of both their eyes deepened, a wave of excitement washing over their faces. “Oh,” Dutch chuckled. “We’ve got a big plan for you.”

He leaned forward, running his index finger from your outer ankle and up the side of your calf, watching the motion with intent before flicking his eyes up to you.

Oh.

Were you dreaming? Unlike all the previous signs, you couldn’t ignore this one. The gentleness of touch almost had you thinking twice about the man’s... men’s motive with you, that perhaps it was all in your head. Perhaps.

You didn’t dare look at the contact the two of you shared and instead held Dutch's gaze, not entirely sure how you would deal with it if they were making a pass at you. Just as you’d formulated enough excuses for their behaviour and plucked up the courage to speak, Arthur chuckled to himself darkly.

“Two of ‘em, actually.”

Your attention snapped to the younger man, his eyes not meeting yours and instead scanning your body laid out in front of him. Nerves building, you gulped minimally. “What... Plan are you talking about?”

A devilish grin grew on Arthur’s face as though he’d been itching for you to ask that very question. The hand resting loosely on his belt journeyed to his crotch and grasped his growing bulge, your eyes widening as he shunted it for effect.

Dutch’s own eyes rolled at the display and he stood, dropping his arm at his side. “You can be rather crude sometimes, Arthur.”

“Watchu mean?” he scoffed with a boyish grin.

Gesturing to you, Dutch raised his eyebrows. “Ain’t no way to behave around a lady.”

You were about to agree when Arthur tsked through his teeth. “Won’t be much of a lady once we’re finished with her.”

“Hey,” you scrambled backwards and sat up, holding your hands in surrender. “I don’t know what is going on here, but if you think for one second I’m going to lay with you both you’ve got another thing coming.”

“Ah,” rumbled Dutch, an amused smile growing on his face. “The lady doth protest.”

“Is that really why you brought me here? So you could use me for some -”

“Now, now,” Dutch brought his hands up, clearly attempting to add some seriousness to his act. “You’ve got the wrong idea.”

“That so?” you countered, crossing your arms in defiance. “Seems to me like I’ve got a perfect handle on this situation.”

“No, not at all. In fact -”

Arthur’s bored sigh interrupted Dutch’s sentence and he pointedly pulled his boots off one by one before putting a knee on the bed and not stopping until you had to lie back and he was hovering over you, an arm on either side of your head.

You widened your eyes in alarm, trying to think of something to say but for the first time in a while you were coming up empty. You weren’t scared of them, of what they were up to, and that was the worst thing about it. However silly it was, bracketed in by Arthur you felt entirely safe. In fact, a large part of you was... curious. If they were here to be intimate with you, which wasn’t something you could deny to be the case any longer, you weren’t sure you’d have it in you to say no. The prospect of taking them both was nothing short of exhilarating.

“Darlin’,” Arthur cooed softly, his index finger and thumb coming to rest on your chin and tilted your head up to meet his gaze which searched your face before landing on your eyes. He angled his head and offered you a warm smile. “We ain’t gonna hurt ya. Way I see it, you can let old Dutch drone on about what his plan is,” you didn’t miss Dutch’s huff in the background, but Arthur’s lips coming down so close to your neck that you could feel his warm breath began to tune out everything that wasn’t him, “or you can just let us show ya.”

He paused, not following through with his words just yet but you’d involuntarily bared your neck to him, clearing your throat when you realised what a precarious situation you’d gotten yourself into. “Arthur, I -”

Arthur groaned, cutting you off and running his thumb back and forth on the side of your chin. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to hear my name come out your mouth all breathy like that.” He dropped his forehead to rest on your shoulder, angling slightly so his nose fit in the contour of the crook of your neck.

“Arthur,” Dutch warned sternly, and he unwillingly let go of your chin and sat back on his haunches.

“You’re jus’ mad I’m the one that seduced her an’ not you,” Arthur tutted, eyes not leaving your flushed face with a ghost of a proud smile fading onto his.

“I’m not playing your games right now, Arthur,” Dutch countered, mainly irritated at the grain of truth held in Arthur’s accusation. “But... perhaps you’re right.”

Arthur registered Dutch’s words a beat later, cockily raising his eyebrows to turn and smile at the man with a glint in his eye. “I didn’t quite catch that – you're saying I’m right?” Arthur huffed an incredulous laugh, “and you’re wrong?”

Dutch tensed his jaw, rolling his shoulders back before clapping a hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “I have no problem admitting my wrongdoings,” you suppressed a mocking snicker, “in fact, I think I may have the wrong idea about this whole plan in the first place. Perhaps our little miss here has learnt by example, since you appear to have forgotten the chain of command too, son.”

At Arthur’s scowl, Dutch lowered down slightly to level their gazes. “I am perfectly capable of carrying out this particular job myself,” he flicked his eyes to you briefly and licked his bottom lip before looking back at Arthur, “in fact, I’d be more than happy to have her to myself. Is that something you want?”

“No, Dutch,” Arthur grumbled and Dutch’s expression softened into an accomplished one while you looked between them, bewildered.

“You forget, Dutch, that I haven’t agreed to sleep with either of you,” you scoffed, with the intent that if you could convince them you didn’t want it, you could convince yourself too.

As though reading your mind, Dutch tilted his head down to look at you. For once, he allowed the silence to speak for him.

“Besides,” you broke under the tense air far too soon, “I don’t even know why you’re trying to seduce me in the first place.”

“Well,” Dutch began, removing his hand from Arthur’s shoulder, “I was trying to explain earlier.” He pondered his next sentence, a sly smile growing on his face. He removed his hat, placing it nearly on a table by the window and pushed his pomaded hair back. “But,” his already low voice lowered further, “I reckon we should compromise; do a little show and tell.”

You looked to a listening Arthur and back to Dutch, who slowly walked round to the side of the bed and sat on the edge of it beside you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. His warm, calloused fingertips almost made you forget yourself and it was an effort not to lean into his hand.

“I don’t think you realise how much I value you, darlin’,” Dutch returned his hand to himself and you blinked owlishly at his change of tone. “Your hard work hasn’t gone unnoticed; I know we need the money but life is not all about work. Sometimes... it’s about play, too,” he smirked, his voice evenly laced with sincerity and seduction. “So, me and Arthur here,” Dutch’s hand crept onto your thigh, firmly holding the flesh, “have decided to give you a hand or two with some well-deserved relaxin’, while thanking you for said efforts.”

With Arthur watching Dutch’s hand with intent, you felt like a grand prize on display with the lust-filled expressions on the faces of these two men. The thought of them desiring you, discussing you, sharing you...

“But,” Dutch’s tone sharpened and he squeezed your thigh, bringing his face closer to yours, “what we do not appreciate is you forgetting your role.” At your narrowed brow, Dutch elaborated. “You are well aware of the hierarchy, miss.”

“It’s just that -”

“I know,” Dutch interrupted softly. “You want to help. Be that as it may, that does not put you above me, nor does it put you above Arthur.”

It was a fair comment. Maybe you had been a little bossy recently, but they at least seemed to understand the intent behind your actions. What wasn’t clear was the relation that had to the current circumstance. “Why does that matter with this, though?”

The two men shared a knowing glance and looked back to you. “Oh darlin',” chuckled Arthur.

“What?”

“While we’re here for you, you are also here for us. We’d like to get what we’re owed from you.”

At the sight of these two men looming over you, predatory looks tainting their eyes, something inside you weakened and you shifted minimally on the bed. It was enough of a tell for them and they smirked in unison, the bastards; they knew exactly what feeling had just shot through you.

“What do you think, Arthur?” Dutch teased.

“I think she wants it.”

They looked at you expectantly and Dutch raised a quizzical brow. He leaned in, skirting around to your jaw and pressing his lips against it. “You know how persuasive I can be,” he murmured before placing another peck.

The light tingling sensation pricking the surface of your skin began to seep deeper, your pulse thrumming with arousal and you could no longer pick out an excuse not to go through with it. The building hunger in Arthur’s eyes and Dutch’s moustache tickling your face eviscerated your final straw.

You turned your head to capture Dutch’s lips with yours, feeling him smirk at your eagerness and tenderly kiss you back twice until a cold brush of air took their place. Opening your eyes, you were met with him pulling away and you frowned, leaning in once more and he placed his index finger over your mouth.

“Tell me who’s in charge,” he purred, but didn’t give you room to answer as the tip of his finger pressed down and you opened your mouth to allow him in, sucking gently and feeling set alight by how he bit down on his bottom lip. A faint taste of gunmetal and tobacco transferred onto your tongue and he lewdly pushed his finger in and out, stopping once he’d created a rhythm and pulling his now shining finger from your mouth. He used it to tip your chin up, marvelling at your undone and half-lidded gaze.

“Tell me,” he commanded softly.

“You are, Dutch.”

“And then?”

“Then,” you glanced to a smug-looking Arthur, who was using every inch of his willpower not to pounce on you, and rolled your eyes. “Arthur.”

“I don’t think I like her attitude, Dutch.”

“Me neither.”

“Fine, sorry. Then Arth -”

Dutch let go of your chin and held up his hand, silencing you. “Too late now. I was going to start off by asking dear old Arthur here to pleasure you with his mouth as a reward for your hard work, but looks like we’ll have to get the brat out of you first.” At your questioning frown, Dutch brushed a hand over your hair lovingly and down your face until his thumb landed on the pad of your bottom lip, pulling it apart from your top one. “Use this pretty mouth of yours on him, instead.”

You could practically hear Arthur’s buzz of excitement at Dutch’s words, the younger man unable to sit still on the bed.

“And what are you going to do?” you asked Dutch, noticing the growing hardness in his pants in your peripheral vision.

Dutch smirked, pleased that you were concerning yourself with his part in all this, and pulled out the cigar that was weighing down his pocket and held it up for you to see. “I’m going to enjoy this, while I enjoy,” he looked between you and Arthur, “this.”

With that, Dutch stood and turned, making his way to the comfortable chair in the corner of the room and you turned your head to look at a grinning Arthur.

“You aren’t ever going to let me live this down, are you,” you scoffed and his grin widened.

“If I have my way, darlin’, this won’t be a one-time thing,” he adjusted his crotch absent-mindedly, unable to stop his wandering eyes and leaned in to place a kiss on your cheek, “least not between us.”

“Less of that, Arthur,” Dutch warned gently, hands clasped on his lap and cigar not yet lit.

Arthur playfully rolled his eyes and your cheeks grew warm, further still with the subsequent kiss that was placed on your other one. “I’m gonna kiss you now, darlin’,” he whispered and nudged his nose against yours and you tilted your head up to reach him, your eyes fluttering closed as his warm lips pressed onto yours, his stubble scratching against your skin. It was surprising that he managed to be gentle considering his excitement for the situation, but even Arthur’s mind recognised this as your first kiss and wanted to savour some of the moment.

He brought his hand to hold your face and yours found his waist in turn, the two of you edging your bodies closer and deepening the kiss. You sighed happily into it and felt his mouth open, allowing your tongue to cross the boundary with ease. The pad of Arthur’s thumb grazed your cheekbone as you continued to explore each other's mouths.

“If I wanted to watch a romance I’d have gone to a picture house,” Dutch scoffed, you and Arthur pulling apart to give him a glance, his posture remained as it was previously, before smirking at each other. You glanced down, running a fingertip over the button on his pants and being thankful for the kissing as an excuse for the excess saliva that entered your mouth at the thought. “Suck his cock, sweet one.”

When you pushed the button out through the hole, Arthur’s chest tensed in an attempt to calm his shortening breaths and you glanced up at him through your lashes.

“Stand up for me, cowboy,” you cooed, deciding against teasing him for the blush that spread on his cheeks and nose. He did so, but quickly rolled his shoulders back and cleared his throat as he reminded himself why this was all happening in the first place.

“Was gonna do that anyway,” he mumbled, “not doin’ it ‘cause you asked me to.”

Dutch’s mocking chuckle was quiet and Arthur shot him a glare as you suppressed your own laughter, moving to kneel on the bed while pulling his work pants halfway down. You eyed the bulge of Arthur’s hard cock and the small dab of precum showing through his union suit, gently running your hand over him and feeling your confidence growing at his even shorter breaths.

After caressing him for a moment, reminding your imagination not to get too ahead of itself at the thought of him inside you, you began undoing buttons to free him from its confines. Once his cock sprang free you glanced up at him, offering a coy smile at the almost-painful display of restraint on his face. You licked your palm, finding a good use for that excess saliva, and grasped him. You intently watched the pleasure grow on his face and offered a few slow pumps of his shaft until he managed to open his eyes and look down at you, a hand finding its way into your hair to move the strands away from your face.

You leaned forward, kissing the side of him and the sound of want from his throat warned you off teasing him further, bringing your tongue out to run along a particularly prominent vein until reaching the head, pausing there to get a taste of his precum. The strike of a match made you pull off, looking over to Dutch who took a drag of his cigar and held his hand up in a carry-on gesture.

You obeyed, returning your attention to Arthur’s cock and closing your mouth around the end, to which his fingertips tensed on your scalp – urging you to take him further in. Well, since he was the one ‘in charge’ you could hardly say no. With your hand on his thigh for stability, you took him halfway in and felt sparks in your core at Arthur’s moan in relief, his head tilting upwards while he thanked whatever powers existed that brought him to this moment.

“Oh, that’s it sweetheart,” he sighed breathily, risking a glance down at you with your mouth full of him and biting his tongue at how quickly the sight edged him to the brink.

The unravelling of Arthur Morgan spurred you on while you tasted his most intimate part, bringing your head back and forth in time with the small but restrained thrusts of his hips. His hand stilled in your hair as his shoulders dropped at what you assumed was one of the few times he really had the opportunity to let go; despite his boyish insistence on being hard-faced and stoic, his deeply caring nature urged him to overwork himself at every opportunity. His physical relaxation was as close as you expected to get to the truth about his constant underlying fatigue and worry, and you took it upon yourself to let him enjoy you as he deserved.

Relaxing the back of your throat, you hollowed out your cheeks and prepared to take him all the way in, moving your head forward as your wet lips ventured further down his shaft until your nose nestled into his light brown hairs. A snippet of a higher moan than what you’d heard previous escaped Arthur’s clamped-shut lips, and you brushed your palms up and down the back of his thighs to keep him relaxed and soothe him. Breathing heavy, both of his hands held the side of your head and he looked at you with apprehension. You managed a small nod, allowing him to do as he pleased.

Anchored to you, he slid out and back in, out and in, out and in, each time nudging the back of your throat and you pushed through the urge to pull off; the noises of want coming from him far outweighing your desire for comfort. He increased his pace, losing himself in the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him and then suddenly pulled out, squeezing the base of his cock and you pouted up at him.

“Shit,” he muttered, attempting to calm his rapid breaths. “I don’t want to finish yet.”

Dutch chuckled and stood, setting his still-lit cigar on the bedside table before walking leisurely over and kneeling behind you on the bed. “This is why you go for a proper man, darlin’,” he murmured in your ear and ran his fingertips up your flank. “Not a youngster who wets his pants every five minutes.”

“You’re just a jealous old man who’s bitterly passed his prime, Dutch,” Arthur shot back, blinking up at the ceiling and thinking of anything that would keep his orgasm at bay.

Fingertips pressing into your hips, Dutch kissed the side of your neck and sighed with arousal, hot breath landing on your skin. He pulled you into him so your back met his front and you felt his arousal too, thick and hard as it pressed into you and keened at the thought, fluttering your eyes closed and baring your neck to give him better access.

“Let us take care of you,” he purred, clearing his throat and huffing a small laugh through his nose. “Sweetheart.”

You smirked, but decided to come to Arthur’s defence when the man tutted and glared at Dutch. “I think it’s nice.” Arthur tensed his jaw, unable to stop the heat burning in his body as he watched you grow weak in Dutch’s arms with the man’s hands gently stroking your sides and stomach.

Dutch hummed indifferently, breathing in the scent of your skin as it too grew hot. “I don’t think you want nice.”

“W-What makes you think that?” you breathed, bringing your hands over his as they settled on your lower abdomen.

You felt his smirk against your skin as you relaxed back into his warmth, fully seduced and content. “You’re with two wanted outlaws who have a single desire of fucking you,” Dutch lamented, “and you appear to be right at home.”

A small chuckle sounded in your throat, transmuting into a quiet whine when Dutch’s talented hands slid further down to your thighs, bunching up the fabric of your skirt.

“That’s it,” he whispered softly against the shell of your ear. Then his hands were gone and he shifted behind you and the faint burning of tobacco sounded as he took a deep drag, chest puffing out and nudging your back. Dutch brushed his hand over your shoulder and to your chin, taking it in a firm grip and tilting your head back to look at him. He leaned in and kissed you, releasing the smoke into your mouth as he did. You coughed slightly in surprise but his grip remained firm, holding your face to his. Eventually, you breathed the second-hand smoke in from his mouth and relaxed some, and once Dutch was satisfied with your pliancy, he pulled away from you, pushing the underside of your chin to keep your mouth shut. He smiled proudly and took another long drag, this time blowing the smoke up into the air.

You watched as it rose and faded while your throat burned, Dutch humming a laugh at your hazy expression and stubbing the cigar out to free his hands up so he could touch you. “Oh, my girl,” he began, palms snaking around your waist to nestle your form into his chest and placing a chaste kiss on your cheekbone while the smoke escaped your nose, “we are going to have some fun with you.”

Arthur stood in front of you, frankly feeling left out now that he’d calmed himself down, and placed his hands on his hips. “I think it’s time for us to explore this body of yours, miss,” he smirked down at you cheekily, cocking his head to the side and you blushed with a nod of agreement.

“Sit back for us,” said Dutch as he shifted away to allow you to move. Turning your body, you lay back on the bed with your head resting on the soft pillow and blinked up at him, more than happy to play your part.

“Like this?”

“Just like that.” Dutch glanced to Arthur who knelt on your other side and they seemed to communicate through gaze alone, a honed practice through years of riding together, and Arthur’s attention turned to your patient body while Dutch moved off the bed to walk around and sit at the end, loosening his collar as he went.

Arthur propped himself up on his forearm and leaned over you, blocking your view of Dutch but you could feel him start to get to work undressing you by loosening your skirt. Arthur’s breath came down hot on your skin as he touched his nose to yours. He kissed you once, then began littering your jaw and neck with more pecks and sucks as Dutch pulled at the fabric of your skirt and you lifted your hips to allow the garment to slide off. Arthur flicked his tongue out over your collarbone and you sighed happily, twirling the end of his overgrown hair around your index finger. He began to unbutton your shirt with one hand, impressing you with his multitasking ability and when it opened you shifted your torso up so he could reveal your arms and discard the shirt to the floor.

Broad hands ran up your thighs, kisses pressed to the inside of your knee, making a path upwards as Arthur’s made a path downwards to the top of your breasts. He admired the soft flesh poking out and undid the stay at your waist, discarding it so he could view the natural form that resided beneath. His palm ran up and stopped just beneath your breast, the cocky outlaw’s own clothes feeling far too tight and restrictive given the current situation. He persevered, looking at you with eyes glinting as the corners of his mouth tilted upwards. The eye contact remained as he lowered his head and you watched him kiss the middle of your chest through the fabric. His hand arrived at its destination, and you moaned gently as he squeezed the flesh like he’d been waiting to do so all day.

Dutch took his opportunity as your knees relaxed and your legs opened for him, exposing the damp patch between your legs where your garment stuck to your skin. The traced outline of your pussy sent a pulse through his cock and he brought a hand to his bulge in an attempt to extend his patience. You would be worth the wait.

His restraint only went so far, and it seemed to be a shared experience between the men as Arthur’s tongue teased your hardening nipple, wetting the fabric with his saliva, and Dutch brushed a knuckle over the patch, eliciting a full-body shiver from you.

Arthur hummed his amusement around the nipple he’d sucked into his mouth as Dutch made himself comfortable with his face at the perfect height to observe your most precious part. “Shit, Arthur,” he swallowed, mirth laced into his tone, “our girl really is enjoying this.”

Embarrassment washed over you briefly and your legs threatened to close, but Dutch’s palms held them firmly open. “No no, you keep this on display for me.” One hand journeyed up your leg until his thumb could run over the damp cotton and subsequently apply pressure to you, and the other came to hold your hip while his forearms kept your legs clamped to the bed. Arthur released you to get a look for himself, biting down on his lip at the thought of you all wet through your pants. “Goddamn,” he marvelled then turned back to you, “you do surprise me.” At your scowl, he offered you a genuine smile and shifted up to plant a kiss on your lips. “You’re such a sweet girl,” he murmured against them, “just be sweet to us. You don’t need no barriers up here.”

As his honeyed words had their desired effect of softening you some, Dutch’s tongue pressed expertly against your slit and wettened the fabric further as it slid down, his lips subsequently closing around the region of your clit and getting his first taste of you. You moaned into Arthur’s mouth as he kissed you again and your palms flew to the sides of his neck to use him as support lest you fly right off the bed.

Dutch sucked gently, the fabric becoming almost see-through as Arthur chuckled at your responsiveness, resuming his appraisal of your breasts. He took one in each hand, kneading them and kissing around both nipples until he could no longer wait to see you in all your glory, Dutch sharing the thought.

Both men paused, at an impasse thanks to your full-bodied undergarment. They looked at each other and then to you and you chuckled smugly, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you caught your breath. “Don’t look at me, I’m not the one in charge here.”

Arthur tutted fondly and Dutch gave you a daring look. He leaned to the side, picking something up off the floor though you couldn’t see what. “Arthur,” he commanded, throwing a hunting knife to him that he thankfully caught, “get this thing off her.”

“I don’t think so.” You brought your hands to your chest as Arthur twirled the knife around his fingers.

“We’ll get you another,” Dutch promised, nodding to Arthur to continue. Arthur smiled at you, up for the challenge, taking each wrist in his hands and pinning them above your head. “You gonna be a good girl and keep these here?”

You bit down on your lip and nodded, feeling delightfully powerless under Arthur’s strong grip as his eyes blew wide with lust and excitement. He waited there a beat, daring you to try and disobey and looking pleased when he removed his hands and yours remained in position. He took the knife and placed the tip at your belly button, sliding the blade up until the fabric was ruined and your breasts revealed. He licked his lips hungrily, unable to tear his eyes away as he passed the knife down to Dutch before nodding at your arms to come back down so he could relieve you completely. As you complied, the knife clattered to the floor and you looked down in time to see Dutch with a hand on either side of the incision, pointedly ripping open the rest and you jolted slightly at the sound and the cold air meeting your wetness.

Without needing to be asked, you lifted your hips for Dutch to pull the rest of your garment off and discard that to the floor, leaving you completely bare.

The atmosphere shifted. The men’s eyes drank in your body, minds running wild with their plans for marking and claiming it as their own. They were silenced as though in the presence of a divine deity, palpable long-awaited tension seeping all around you and filled with desire thanks to these two men that emanated it.

All at the sight of you.

Something about it felt right, despite how wrong it was. It was absurd, really, but you decided to milk the situation for all it was worth. You took a breath to expand your chest for Arthur and widened your legs for Dutch, smiling wickedly at the pair of them. “I’m starting to question who’s really in charge here.”

Dutch’s nose twitched with irritation as he narrowed his eyes at you and then honed in on the space between your legs. “Shut the brat up, Arthur.”

A lot happened all at once after Arthur muttered “with pleasure.” Teeth bit down on your nipple, a hand pressing onto your flank to keep you still and another over your mouth, and a tongue swiped up your slit, tearing a moan so lewd it took you a moment for you to register that you were the one that made it. The sound alone, even while muffled through Arthur’s palm, was enough to ignite the primal desire of the two men enjoying your body, Dutch licking up everything your cunt had to offer and Arthur adding more small bruises and bite marks to the collection growing on your chest.

You writhed under the sensation, channelling it into your hips and bucking into Dutch’s mouth as the wet pad of his tongue entered you, lapping up your juices and soaking his moustache. Arthur’s grip on your breasts increased, verging on painful but he soothed you by licking up your cleavage and not stopping until he reached your ear, sucking on your lobe and growling as you gasped, arching up to him and grasping at his sides.

He took your wrists in his hands and pinned you once more, taking a moment to admire you in this state and once his gaze landed on your lips, he didn’t hesitate in pressing his against them and initiating a sloppy kiss, both of your accumulated saliva mingling as your tongues circled each other. Meanwhile, Dutch’s tongue continued to tend to your... other lips.

It continued to fuck your cunt, and you briefly wondered how much his jaw must be hurting but your attention soon turned back to Arthur who nipped at your bottom lip, noticing your thoughts drifting away from him.

Lost in his wet kisses for some time, you broke away and jolted when something wet pressed against your other hole, one that as far as you were concerned should not be included in this.

“Dutch!” you yelped, glaring down at the man who flicked his eyes up to meet you, looking hazy and drunk, lost on what resided between your legs. A sly smile grew on his face, and his tongue repeated its earlier motion, circling the ring of muscle between your cheeks while confidently retaining eye contact.

“What,” you yelped again, trying to wriggle backwards out of pure embarrassment and you ignored Arthur’s chuckle, “the hell are you doing?”

He sighed, taking his mouth off you entirely and the air felt cooler thanks to all of his spit mixed in with your slick, which wasn’t much thanks to Dutch greedily drinking it up, that encompassed the entirety of your nether regions. “Darlin’,” he began, almost sounding as though he was trying to comfort you as he held the sides of your thighs in his hands. “How else do you plan on having two men fuck you?” at your bewildered expression, he continued and Arthur waited patiently, allowing himself to continue fondling your breast and you tried to not focus on the sensation as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. “You’ve got two holes, and we’ve got two cocks,” Dutch said plainly.

“But –” you cleared your throat, “won’t that hurt?”

Dutch smiled, kissing the inside of your thigh and Arthur’s hand came to your jaw, guiding your gaze over to him. His expression was amused but slightly softened which soothed your concern somewhat. “Not if Dutch relaxes you, which is what he’s trying to do right now.”

You looked back to Dutch who raised his brows in agreement, and you pouted with no further excuses coming to mind. The idea intrigued you, but it was still new and strange. Though, something about the two of them fucking into you sent your mind into a tizzy...

“What I’d give to read those thoughts right now,” Dutch hummed, moving the tip of his index finger onto your clit to lazily rub over it, gently keeping you stimulated. Once again, you relaxed under his touch. “Trust in me, darlin’. I know what I’m doing.”

Still, your mind whirled with intrigue and uncertainty. “What about -”

“Arthur,” Dutch commanded with the man’s name alone, who proceeded to silence your array of questions with the crash of his lips into yours. Neither man seemed to want to give you time to ask them, more intent on showing as it was previously decided, both of their tongues working in tandem and when Dutch’s made its way south again you lost all trails of thought.

His finger slipped into your cunt, slowly and gently fucking you and soon adding a second at your body’s willingness to partake. Your walls clenched around him, the cold metal of his ring nudging your skin every time he thrust his fingers in. He curled them upwards, gently testing how aroused you were and your toes curled in response at the pressure on that spot inside you, Dutch watching with infatuation as you took in his soaked fingers.

His thumb slid down, pressing onto your hole and you couldn’t help but squirm again. It moved off, and when it returned there was a cool substance there, almost like jelly. “It’ll help,” Dutch murmured when he noticed your expression and circled it around, toying with the pressure and on the next thrust in of his fingers he attempted to penetrate your ass with his thumb, but your thighs tensed at the intrusion.

“Arthur,” Dutch said, breaking the man out of his hazy obsession with your breasts. “I’m gonna need you down here to help her relax.”

Arthur glanced at you and you offered him a short nod, apprehensive at how it would feel but knowing you were still willing to try. He trailed kisses down your stomach, pulling your lips apart to get a look at you and groaning at the site. He drew the tip of his finger down the line of your slit, slowly collecting your juices and coming back up again. Your torso relaxed and you dropped your head back, Dutch’s fingers pulling out so Arthur’s could slide in. Dutch opted for using his tongue once more, drawing over your hole with his tongue flat, and Arthur took some inspiration, bringing his mouth down on your pussy to gently suck on your clit.

“Oh... my god,” you breathed, both of their tongues working to build up your pleasure and you grasped at the sheets and widened your legs as much as you could.

“You like that, darlin’?” asked Dutch, muffled thanks to his current position.

“Mhm,” was all you could respond with, and Arthur doubled down on his efforts, lapping at your cunt while Dutch slid a finger into your ass. It was a different kind of feeling, but you didn’t have the urge to wriggle away this time.

“That’s it,” Dutch cooed, “lean into that feelin’.”

And you did. You moved your hips in time with his motions, feeling yourself relax with Arthur diligently tending to you with his tongue. Your body throbbed, arousal coming through you in waves but you still needed more, one taste being more than enough to make you greedy. “More,” you whispered, and within moments Dutch slowly pushed a second finger in to join the first.

This time it felt like more of a stretch, thankfully not painful but enough that you actively had to focus your mind on the pleasure, breathing steadily and fighting against the urge to close your legs. They continued, each lick and thrust bringing you closer to the brink and you moaned, bringing your hands to grip Arthur’s head as he sucked on just the right spot.

“Arthur, I’m gonna -” you warned, and the man groaned like he was eating his favourite meal.

“I wanna taste you, come on,” he said, barely taking his mouth off you to speak and relishing in being held down to your pussy like this. Dutch took the opportunity to add a third finger, not wanting to hurt you when the time came for him to use his cock, and the fullness along with the attention on your clit made your legs shake and you pushed your hips up, a silent moan punctuated with a stuck breath as you tensed, your orgasm washing through your body as Arthur drank up all you had to give him.

The motion of Dutch’s thrusts slowed but his fingers remained sheathed, and Arthur’s vigorous licking and sucking turned to light kisses as you sunk into the bed. The two men looked up to observe you and you chuckled breathlessly at their flushed faces. “That was...”

“Delightful,” Arthur finished, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and moving up the bed to lie beside you, pressing his lips to yours to give you a taste of yourself. At the same time, Dutch’s fingers left you and he littered your inner thighs with small pecks.

“We ain’t half done yet,” Dutch informed you, and Arthur brushed a strand of hair from your forehead that was stuck there thanks to the sweat.

“You’ve got more in ya, ain’t you darlin’?” he asked lowly, watching your chest in raptures as it rose and fell with your slowing breaths. “I know you got more for us.”

You nodded and opened your eyes to the sight of Dutch making his way to his feet, unbuttoning his pants and revealing a peak at the base of his cock. He appeared to think twice, moving around the bed and tapping your shoulder for you to sit up. You frowned at him.

“I’ve been dying to get into that sweet pussy of yours. Plus, I think Arthur would be happy to taste you again,” he nodded to the man, who raised his eyebrows in agreement.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“I’m naked.”

“You only just realisin’?” Arthur chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re both still fully dressed!”

Arthur shrugged at Dutch. “The lady has a point.”

“Fair is fair,” Dutch hummed, unbuttoning his shirt as Arthur pulled his over his head. You smiled, looking between them as various bits of flesh were revealed, and while Arthur kept his pants on, Dutch shunted his down and stepped out of them, revealing his frustrated-looking cock. He settled his hands on his hips while you looked him up and down, almost salivating at the sight of this usually well-put-together man as bare as the day is long. He hummed a laugh and cupped your chin, forcing your gaze up to his eyes. “You are a precious little thing.”

He then tapped your shoulder again and you sat up, allowing him to swing a leg over and pull you up into his chest, wiry black hairs tickling your back. His palms slid around your stomach and he planted a kiss on your shoulder. “A precious little thing that we are going to ruin.”

Arthur crossed his arms, kneeling on the bed between your legs and looking crassly at Dutch. “Thought we couldn’t talk like that because she’s a lady?”

You turned your head to raise your eyebrows at Dutch smugly, who mirrored your expression.

“Do you forget where my tongue has just been, miss?”

Pressing your lips together, you shrunk in on yourself but it only nestled you further into Dutch.

“That’s what I thought. Now if you wouldn’t mind -” his hands ran down to your inner thighs, spreading you open much to Arthur’s delight, “you’re going to let us use you like a good little girl.”

Hearing Dutch talk to you like this was... different. You were so used to giving him a piece of your mind that you itched to do the same right now, except his words liquified your core and much to your dismay, you enjoyed being spoken to like this. It was filthy, he knew it, Arthur knew it, even the damn wardrobe knew it, but you could all relax under the mutual understanding you shared. Filthy was something you were all up for experiencing.

So, you relaxed onto him, bringing a hand down to his cock and rubbing it against yourself, coating it with your own slick. You turned your head again to look over your shoulder at his tense and restrained expression, then pressed your lips to his jaw and took in the scent of arousal dripping off him in his sweat and smiled sweetly. “Your actions gonna match up to your words for once, Dutch?”

Dutch’s gaze snapped to you and Arthur breathed out in disbelief, but you didn’t back down and instead just batted your eyelashes. His lips curled up into a sly smile and he caressed the side of your face, nudging your nose with his and leaning down, your eyes fluttering closed.

He paused a centimetre from your lips, and instead of kissing you sweetly, he thrust his hips and penetrated you right to the hilt.

A surprised choke left you and your head dropped back at the sudden intrusion, your walls tightening around him and your nails digging into his thighs. You opened your eyes to look at him when he held there, finding his jaw hard though his eyes twinkled down at you like you were his new favourite toy. "If you wanna act like a brat, we’ll treat you like one.”

He slowly moved out and then repeated his motion, grunting as he did and Arthur remained kneeled, palming himself over his pants as he watched Dutch defile you. “You certainly are a brave one,” he nodded at Dutch, biting down on his tongue to restrain himself. “How she feel?”

Dutch hummed contently, thrusting into you for good measure and the sound you made was music to his ears. “Warm, tight... just perfect. Like she was made for me.”

Arthur smirked, his fingertips gliding up and down his clothed shaft and you glanced at him with half-lidded eyes, reaching a hand out. He slid his palm onto yours, but you pulled back and reached for his head. Arthur acquiesced to your desires, leaning forward to allow your fingers to grasp the back of his head and pull him down to where you ached.

“What did I say about making demands?” Dutch murmured into your hair, his thrusts now at a more manageable pace.

“Oh, he doesn’t mind,” you scoffed and Arthur paused, lying on his front and leaning on his elbows, glancing up from between your legs.

“Actually, I do.”

“What?”

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I -” you faltered, Dutch stilling inside you and Arthur tilting his head expectantly. You swallowed, determined not to let them win this game. “I want your mouth on me, Arthur.”

His eyes shifted behind you to Dutch, who cleared his throat.

You sighed sharply, and with your arousal currently governing your thoughts, you decided to placate them so you could at least get what you wanted. “And I want you to fuck me, Dutch.”

Arthur’s head moved down an inch, and you attempted to buck into his mouth but Dutch stopped you with his hands on your thighs. “Remember your manners, girl,” he whispered.

“Please. Please... I need to come,” you sighed, resting your head back on Dutch’s chest.

“Fuck,” Arthur muttered, promptly diving into your pussy with a languid stroke of his tongue through your folds. You keened, enough to make Dutch suck a breath through his teeth at the slight shift in angle. He dropped his hands to squeeze your ass, holding you in place and began fucking up into you.

Dutch’s thick cock filling you felt divine, and coupled with Arthur’s talented tongue you hardly knew what to do with yourself, one hand in Arthur’s hair and one hand holding Dutch’s thigh as you attempted to brace yourself through all the sensations.

“I’d have fucked you much sooner if I knew how well you took cock,” Dutch grunted into your hair and you whined, lolling your head to the side to nestle your face into his neck.

“You f-feel so good,” you said through a punched-out breath and the man’s chest vibrated with an approving hum underneath you.

“You like Arthur’s tongue, too?” he asked and you nodded weakly, already feeling overstimulated but too lost in the pleasure to care. “We treat you good, don’t we girl?”

“Yes, Dutch, you -” your sentence broke into a moan, Dutch’s pace slowing as his hands snaked around your stomach. Arthur slowed his pace in turn, looking up at you from his place between your legs.

“Alright, I want a turn with her now,” he stated and you shot him a hazy look, for him to give another teasing lick over your clit.

“Hey,” you scoffed, “I’m not a toy.”

“Tonight, my dear, that’s exactly what you are.” Dutch crooned, kissing your head while he gently fucked you. His lips lowered to your ear. “You like it though; I know you do.” You grumbled in reluctant agreement and Dutch chuckled, his hand stroking your jaw to look up at him, where his thumb placed over your lips. “I think I’ll fuck your mouth, now.”

Blinking at him, you nodded and he kissed you gently, sitting up and making you sit up too. Arthur moved back on his knees, watching while he licked his lips. “Whatchu got in mind?”

“Our girl is going to get on her hands and knees,” Dutch said lowly, brushing his lips down your neck, his moustache tickling your skin. “She’s going to let you stretch her pussy,” he bit down gently on your shoulder, “and she’s going to wrap her pretty mouth around my cock. Aren’t you?”

You could only nod, Dutch’s voice going straight to your core and you wanted to please him, give him the same treatment you’d given Arthur.

“I didn’t quite catch that.”

“Yes, Dutch.”

“What are you going to let us do?”

“I - I’m going to let you use me.”

“Good.” He put his hands on your shoulders and turned you round to face him and you knelt between his legs, for him to move up into a tall-kneeled position. Palms grasped your ankles and began to pull, so you shifted forward and used your hands to remain steady while Arthur placed you in the ideal position for him to fuck you.

“You look good like this, girl,” Arthur praised, and you looked back at him with lust painted all over your face. He kept the eye contact, finally unbuttoning his pants and making a show of pulling them down and kicking them away, his erect cock stood proud and patient. His eyes glided to your dripping cunt presented to him, and he couldn’t resist giving himself a few pumps for your viewing pleasure in return. You moved your hips back to encourage him and he half-smiled, brushing his palms up your thighs to land on your hips.

Dutch brought a hand into your scalp, righting your position to level your face with his cock. “Open,” he commanded, and you did so willingly.

His cock circled your lips and you brought your tongue out, licking up his head and sampling yourself yet again. He tasted wonderful, musky like Arthur and your mouth watered at the thought. When you brought your head forward to close your mouth around him, his grip remained firm and you blinked up at him where he shook his head.

He didn’t need to explain with words, instead just brought his hips forwards, sliding into your wet mouth to test how deep he could go. He went halfway in, then moved back out, then in again. You hollowed your cheeks and he moaned lowly, head tipping up slightly but eyes not leaving the sight of you.

When Arthur pressed the tip of his cock to your pussy, your whine was muffled around Dutch and he grit his teeth at the vibration, while Arthur pushed into where Dutch had filled you moments previous.

Arthur’s sigh of ecstasy sounded almost pained, and his fingertips dug into your hips as your walls fluttered around the new cock penetrating you. Dutch took turns watching Arthur fuck into you and watching you suck on his cock, turning half-delirious at all the visual stimulation. He started to think you might be his favourite asset of the gang, what with all your... assets.

You brought a hand up to Dutch’s hip, stabilising yourself as his rough fucking of your face continued and you let your jaw go slack. Arthur angled his hips to go deeper and began pounding you, lewd slaps of his flesh filling the room. He lay a palm on your back as his other gripped your ass, moving you towards him slightly every time he thrust in.

“You were right, Dutch,” he mused absentmindedly, “she feels fuckin’ perfect. Darlin’,” he breathed and you hummed despite your full mouth, “I could fuck you all day. So good, so fuckin’ -” Arthur huffed, tensing his jaw and becoming more addicted to you with each snap of his hips.

Dutch let go of your head, the powerful thrusts from Arthur being more than enough movement as each one nudged his cock to the back of your throat. Spit spilt out the sides of your mouth, salty precum coating your tongue and the back of your throat. You slipped a hand in between Dutch’s legs to massage his heavy balls and Dutch hissed at the sensation, muttering “keep going” when you paused to check it was a good reaction.

The head of Arthur’s cock brushed against the sensitive spot embedded in your walls when he rolled his hips and high-pitched moans sounded on repeat from your throat. “That’s it,” Arthur half-whispered, “come on my cock, wanna feel you – you -”

Your back arched, the walls of your cunt repeatedly pulsating around Arthur’s thick length as you did just as he asked.

“We still gonna...” Arthur mumbled, thrusts now deep and slow, though you were already way past the point of over-stimulation as you drifted down from your high.

“Y-yeah,” Dutch slid his cock from your mouth, wiping the thick trail of spit that connected the two of you together from your lips. He gripped his hand around your neck and lifted your front up so your back pressed against Arthur’s muscular chest and abdomen, and you gasped at the alteration of position. Dutch pressed his torso into yours and stuck his tongue into your mouth, holding you in position while you grasped at his sides.

He kissed you deep and passionately while Arthur kissed and nibbled on your neck, eventually using all his might to still his thrusts. Dutch relented too, panting and pressing his forehead against yours. “You think you can take us both now, sweet girl?”

You nodded immediately, hoping to reach your peak for a third time and focused on Arthur’s calloused hands as they brushed up and down your flank. You wrapped your arms around Dutch’s neck, feeling as though you might fall if you didn’t use him for support.

“Make me proud, darlin’,” he cooed, giving you a final kiss and nodding at Arthur to switch positions. Dutch held you up as Arthur slid out, moving around to sit beside Dutch and hold you against him while Dutch moved to kneel behind you.

“You want it, pretty girl? Want both of us to fuck you at the same time?” Arthur asked as you moved to straddle him, his cock leaking and desperate for more as it lay flat on his stomach.

You brought a hand up to caress his stubble, and he looked almost sweet with his red cheeks and those shining blue eyes looking up at you like you were some sort of angel. To him, you were, glowing from the sheen of sweat covering your body as you sat above him, entirely lost on chasing your pleasure as you smiled down at him. “Don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything so much in my life,” you huffed dreamily.

“That’s our girl,” Dutch said, giving your ass a smack and kissing your shoulder, Arthur biting down on his lip as he continued to stare at your body. “Think you can wait a little longer, Arthur?”

“Sure,” he nodded reluctantly, understanding it may not be the best idea for Dutch to enter you while he was already sheathed. That didn’t mean he couldn’t touch you, though, and ushered you forward a little so your breast was in grabbing distance for him to occupy himself with.

Dutch pressed more of the cool substance onto your hole, coating his cock with it and then testing your readiness with a couple of his fingers. You sighed, leaning back onto them and he and Arthur smirked at each other.

“Easy, girl,” Arthur cooed, not unlike the way he spoke to his mare though you didn’t give that thought any attention, “you’ll get yours.”

Dutch’s palm came onto your back to urge you down so you were leant entirely over Arthur. He rubbed your ass that now sported a red splotch thanks to him, and pressed a kiss to your lower back. He nodded at Arthur without your knowledge, who proceeded to pull you closer by way of distraction. He trailed his fingertips up your sides, around your front and into your hair, pushing it away from your face and then leaning up to kiss you, gently pulling you down as he lowered his head to the bed.

Arthur nipped playfully at your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open and diving his tongue in to experience you once more. He hadn’t expected the kissing to be one of his favourite parts of this. Holding a hand to the back of your head, you didn’t have much choice but to keep it going but gasped when Dutch pressed the head of his cock to your ass.

“Easy,” Arthur repeated, his lips only a centimetre from yours and began kissing you again while Dutch paused.

“Be good for me, darlin’,” Dutch purred, pressing his cock forward again experimentally. “I know you can take it.”

You calmed your breathing, not realising it’d sped up and when Dutch breached you with the end of his thick cock you moaned loudly, screwing your eyes closed at the stretch.

“Want me to -”

“No,” you grouched, “god no. Keep going.”

Dutch chuckled, pushing in further while Arthur lavished your neck with wet pecks and licks, keeping your head held still and caressing your chest with his other hand. He pinched your nipple at the same time Dutch edged further in once again, the stretch coming a little easier now. You groaned through gritted teeth, shifting your hips back to take the rest of him, not stopping until your ass met his hips.

With a hand squeezing each ass cheek, Dutch’s chest vibrated with a growl. “God damn.”

“We knew you could do it,” Arthur said absentmindedly, still focused on using his lips to taste every inch of your skin.

It was an unusual sensation to say the least, you knew you’d be sore in the morning but there was something tantalising about being filled this way, and Dutch’s reaction made it all the more worthwhile. He shifted himself out a little and offered you a short thrust, digging his fingertips into your skin at the moan that left you. With his and Arthur’s hands holding you down, you attempted to shift your hips, urging him in to let him know that it was okay. He did another small thrust and you huffed hoarsely. “More.”

Dutch paused, letting out a tense breath. “What have I told you about telling me what to do?”

You whined pitifully, desperate to come again and knowing that despite appearances Dutch didn’t want to risk hurting you. But you knew it was okay, and you knew you wanted more. “I don’t care,” you breathed. “More. Please.”

With a pleased hum, Dutch trailed his palm up your spine and back down to your lower back to hold you down. “Fuck her, Arthur.”

Arthur didn’t need to be told twice, already starved of you and ceased his affections on your neck, grasping his cock and lining up with your entrance. Before he could thrust up, the pressure from Dutch’s hand increased and he pushed you until Arthur was completely inside you, your knees widening to accommodate the distance and gasping at the feel of his cock sliding in.

You couldn’t describe it. It was like all the air had been pushed from your lungs, feeling almost too full with both of their hard cocks nestled comfortably in you. It felt so dirty to be used like this by a pair of outlaws, but that only made the whole thing more enjoyable.

Arthur’s palms came to either side of your rib cage, unsure who was supporting who and took a deep breath while watching the ecstasy grow on your face. He ground his hips into you and your walls clenched, Dutch nestling his hips against your ass. Neither man seemed to want to be the first to thrust, so you rose forward slightly and sank back, whimpering as the two cocks filled you once more.

“N-No,” Arthur stuttered, gently brushing his hands over your skin, "you keep yourself still". He began to slowly thrust into you, Dutch obliging your needs all the same and it was like the repeated flicking of a switch as both your holes demanded your focus. But you couldn’t, the sensations began to merge as they picked up a rhythm, one sliding in as the other slid out.

You moaned a blissful moan, hands splaying on Arthur’s chest while he stared up, infatuated with the bounce of your tits.

“You like that?” Dutch grit out, fingertips sinking further into your skin, “like being used like a common whore?”

“Mhm,” you agreed through a breath, revelling in the repeated stretch.

Dutch pushed his hips forwards hard, jolting you forward and Arthur let out a strangled groan. Both men increased their pace, Dutch grunting with each thrust and Arthur panting.

They ravished you as though it was the first and last time, fucking you more senseless than you already were until your thoughts were nothing other than a merry band of delightful sensations. Dutch’s big hand squeezing your ass cheek, Arthur’s attempt at grabbing every part of you, and of course the ruthless pounding into your body as you whined into the sweaty air.

“You’re doin’ so good, darlin’,” Arthur ran his hand lovingly up your flank and to your ass, gently squeezing the flesh there. “So fuckin’ good.”

Babbles of their names fell from your lips, becoming the only two words you could remember as they took you deep and hard, growing comfortable with taking the risk. At this point, you didn’t care too much if it did hurt; the pleasure far outweighing the pain.

Dutch fisted a hand into your hair, dragging your torso up and you squeaked a little as he pulled your head back to meet his eyes.

“Don’t lose yourself yet, darlin’,” he warned and you tried to nod but his hold on you was too solid. Instead, you blinked at him and he understood your response well enough.

“Dutch,” you whispered, eyes falling shut as both of them fucked you at the change in angle, the brush of the heads of their cocks over your walls the only thing you could focus on.

“You’re our girl now,” he affirmed and you dropped your fucked-out gaze to Arthur’s. “All ours to fuck.”

“Yes,” you whined, debating alleviating yourself of all other responsibilities to be at the service of these two outlaws. “All yours.”

“Jesus,” Arthur hissed, gripping your thighs as he bucked up and dropped his head back onto the bed.

Dutch curled his hand around your throat, cold rings nudging your windpipe and restricting your airflow. Feeling deliciously floaty you hummed, fluttering your eyes shut while Dutch pulled you into his sweaty chest and held you there in the perfect position, their cocks angling in such a way that made you content to stay like this forever. Or at least until you blacked out from the choking, you weren’t choosy.

Arthur tested your stimulation with a brush of his fingers, revelling in how you seemed to pull away and push closer at the same time, not really sure what you wanted at this point. He circled you expertly and you relaxed some more, pleasure pulsing from three different places with Dutch gathering your wrists behind your back and holding you there. Your shoulders drew back, the only movement you could manage thanks to the stubborn grip he had on your neck, tremors journeying up your toes and fingers.

Dutch briefly relieved your neck and brought his hand to rest on your lower abdomen. “Feel that?” he breathed in your ear with a crack in his voice while he pushed down slightly. “Surprised we’ve not split you in two.”

With a dark chuckle, Arthur latched his fingernails onto your thighs while he bit down on his tongue, savouring every inch of you with the hopes of reliving the experience time and time again in the comfort of his tent.

“You’re taking us so well,” he praised, punctuating his sentence with a groan. “Wanna... fill you right to the brim with me.”

You nodded weakly, unable to move again when Dutch resumed his grip on your neck, but it was enough of an agreement for them and they doubled down their efforts, drilling into you like their lives depended on it.

“Don’t stop,” you sobbed, eyes screwed tight and watering.

“Couldn’t even if I wanted to, darlin’.” Arthur huffed, face hardening with a deep thrust as a bead of sweat meandered down his temple.

Both cocks drove into you at the same time, flipping between almost-empty and too-full until you no longer felt like you had any control over your body. The squeeze somehow felt tighter and you pulsed, both of them groaning at your responsiveness while you whimpered pathetically.

“Please, please,” you begged, wondering if perhaps you couldn’t come one more time for them but neither man planned on stopping until you did, proving you entirely wrong when Arthur pinched your clit and his cock pressed directly onto the soft spot in your walls while Dutch’s cock made your ass it’s new favourite place.

“So good for us,” he murmured on your hair. “Such a spirited thing, thinking you have... any,” he groaned as he searched through his aroused mind for words, “any control over us. We practically own you now, darlin’. Ain’t n-no way you’re getting away with being a brat again.”

“’S almost cute,” Arthur chuckled through his laboured breaths.

“Does,” you struggled to swallow against Dutch’s palm, “does it mean you’ll do it... again? I-If I defy you?”

“Defy me or not,” Dutch purred, “there’s no way I could go a day without fuckin’ you like this.”

He sucked your neck as they both stretched and pushed into you, arousal thrumming through your veins at being nothing short of a vessel for them. The knowledge of what your body did to them was wonderful. Filthy, but wonderful.

“S-Shouldn’t have let two men have you like this, s-sweetheart,” Arthur muttered, “you’ll never get rid of us.”

Dutch hummed his agreement and you felt like you would explode, passion and want filling you to the brim along with their cocks and you whined, high-pitched and desperate as your legs began to shake, the urge to relieve yourself coming on strong. “Give it to me, please. Please, please, please...”

That was as much as Arthur could handle, you begging and shaking and restrained awoke something within him and he pushed in as far as he could. His warmth filling your insides as his cock throbbed was the final straw and you gushed all over him, more than you’d ever seen come from yourself as it squirted from you and onto his hand.

“Fuck,” Arthur gawked at the sight of your mess, prompting Dutch to let go of your neck and you took in a deep breath when his hand joined Arthur’s to coat his fingers in your release.

“Holy shit,” he groaned and buried himself to the hilt, satisfied to finally make his claim on your body, thick ropes of his cum filling your ass.

You dropped forward, unable to co-ordinate yourself and Arthur caught you, gently pulling you into his chest and you honed in on the rise and fall of it, his breaths skimming over the top of your head. Dutch leaned a hand on your back, an attempt at soothing you but ending up using you to keep himself upright.

“She okay?” he forced out the words to Arthur, squeezing his eyes shut as he emptied the last of his load into you.

Arthur craned his neck and you blinked up to him with a small nod. “Feel like I’m floating.”

The three of you remained still, bodies vibrating with energy in unison and heartbeats slowing along with your breathing. Time didn’t feel real, the walls of reality blurry and unimportant while your body came down from being so thoroughly used. You were aware when Dutch pulled out, his cum trickling from you while Arthur kissed the crown of your head, keeping you held against his strong chest.

You shifted slightly, realising Arthur was manoeuvring you to nestle into his side as he unsheathed himself when Dutch’s hand pried open your leg and you blinked down as he wiped a cloth over you, not before admiring the cum dripping out of your debauched holes. He cleaned you up the best he could and you sighed contently into Arthur as he ran his fingers through your hair soothingly.

Dutch dropped onto your other side, out of breath and the three of you blinked up at the ceiling for some time while you returned to your bodies.

The thrumming in your veins dropped to a low hum that you suspected would stay there for a while, and with you still angled towards Arthur, Dutch lazily draped an arm over your midsection and curled protectively around you.

No words were needed, three bodies in perfect harmony and understanding while you comfortably drifted into a well-deserved rest. Dutch and Arthur glanced at each other when your body grew heavy, a silent agreement that they would protect you with their lives at all costs. And that they were absolutely, without a doubt, doing that again sometime.

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