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How reaper sans became reaper sans

Convoluted way to beating Frisky baby

Will be dead dove do not eat

LOTS of graphic violence and dark content

Frisk falls after the atrocities that Sans commits

Frisk becoming a mercenary

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title: a little snack

summary: You’re going to kill your friend. When they had said they’d found a great match for you, you thought they meant someone really nice and patient, you didn’t think they meant a skeleton practically the size of a mountain.

And they’re not even wrong! You just can’t think when he is that attractive!

notes: based on this art by @hashileio​!! the scene in the art is directly in the fic have fun getting to that point bc i sure did have literally so much fun writing this.

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hard work gets rewarded (18+)

joel miller x lonely housewife x carpentry crew

summary: you spend all day cooking and cleaning for your neglectful, shitty husband, trying to be the perfect little housewife. when it's time to get some renovations done on the home, you get terribly distracted by the handsome contractor joel miller and his crew. things escalate.

word count: 5.5k

a/n: yeah, I'll admit it: I got carried away with this request. I wanted to make a fun little gangbang stew of various kinks. because why not. full disclosure: I don't know shit about carpentry, construction, or anything, really (except being painfully horny for joel miller), so please don't scrutinize any of the sparse carpentry talk.

tags/warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), dom!joel, unspecified ages, gangbang, piv penetration, double piv penetration, oral (m and f receiving), infidelity, breeding kink, kinda free use kink really, creampie, objectification, bit of degradation, tiny bit of rimming, tiny bit of foot stuff), as usual for my fics just forget about the irl dangers of unsafe sex <3

The renovations were going slow, as expected. You spent your days nervously trying to avoid the carpenters roaming about the house, deciding not to question their seemingly random approach at the different areas of the house that they were working on. It wasn’t that you didn’t like them, it was just awkward to constantly have them around, watching you go about your day, completing your usual tasks. 

Unfortunately, your usual tasks consisted mostly of taking care of your husband; most of the time you felt more like his nanny than his wife. He might've had a good paying job, but he was absolutely helpless when it came to doing anything for himself. As much as you had come to resent him, you did your best to act like the perfect, quiet housewife that he wanted. 

It was just hard with so many eyes on you all the time. It seemed like they were constantly leering at your body, making you self-conscious. At first you wondered if you were just reading into stereotypes about construction workers–especially since the men were all so polite to you–but you knew their looks weren’t innocent. It gave you a strange sensation, imagining all those men sexualizing you in your own home. Men you paid to work for you not even bothering to be subtle about their perverted glances. 

It all made you so tense in a way you didn’t quite understand. 

“Darlin’, can we steal a moment of your time?”

Your heart quickened at the knock at the door that was followed by a low, husky voice; you could tell it was Joel. He was devastatingly handsome and walked with a quiet confidence that made you ache with forbidden want. Every time you interacted with him, you seemed to embarrass yourself, blushing and stuttering like you used to as a teenager with a crush. 

You rushed to the bedroom door, checking yourself in a nearby mirror before opening the door. You gave him a small smile and tried to focus on not glancing at his toned biceps, teasing you from the confines of his short sleeved t-shirt.

“Was just wonderin’ if you wanted to come check out the kitchen, tell us what’cha think.”

You nodded, following him down the stairs, taking a moment to appreciate the musky mix of his sweat with what must’ve been his deodorant. 

“What’cha always busy doing there in that room of yours?” 

Something about the question made you feel embarrassed. “Just trying to stay out of your way, is all.”

At the end of the staircase, he paused and turned to you with a smirk. “Wouldn’t mind ya in my way at all.”

You were shocked by the implication, but your face warmed red with arousal, not embarrassment. You stared at him with your mouth slightly agape, struggling to find a reply. 

Meanwhile, Joel just grinned at you, clearly knowing the impact of his words. It was enough to make you figure that he just liked teasing the meek little housewife. 

He slipped his hand over your arm and rubbed gently in a way that you figured was meant to be reassuring but instead just made your heart pound a little faster.

Heavy footsteps alerted you both to the presence of another man, but it wasn’t until he began to speak that you realized it was your husband.

“Can you vacuum in here already? Fucking dust everywhere.”

He stopped once he reached the end of the hallway, taking in the sight of his wife blushing with one of the contractors’ hands on her. 

“Oh,” he muttered, shooting Joel a disapproving look. “Didn’t realize you were still here. All the other guys are out packing up for the day.”

Joel nodded, not seeming fazed for a moment. “Was just gonna show her the kitchen, make sure everything’s up to snuff.”

“Show me instead. She’s got a great eye and all, but, uh… well, I’m the one signing the checks, if you know what I mean.”

The smug smile on his face made you want to scream, but you just awkwardly smiled and nodded. That’s all you could do these days; smile and nod in the face of your own denigration.

“Reckon she deserves a say,” Joel grumbled, unyielding in tone but finally removing his hand from your arm. “If those muffins she made for us the other day are anything like the type’a food she’s making you on the daily, you oughta make sure she likes the kitchen.”

Your husband could barely hide the look of disdain on his face. “She still can’t cook for the Mediterranean diet, but, sure. Let’s all take a look at the kitchen.”

His behavior made you annoyed, as usual, but the sight of the kitchen helped to cheer you up. The finished sections were exactly as you had pictured it, minus the thick layers of dust and tools strewn around. You couldn’t help but smile at the new tiling and the granite countertops.

“What’cha think?”

Joel was watching you walk through the kitchen gleefully. 

“It’s perfect.”

“Sharp countertops,” your husband muttered, as if he hadn’t even heard what you said. “Gonna be a bitch to babyproof.”

Joel looked surprised by the comment. “You’re expectin’?”

You smiled sheepishly at Joel and shook your head. “No, um, we’re trying.”

“I’m doing my part. This one here just can’t seem to hold up her end of the bargain.”

His words stung, reopening the wounds of your troubled marriage. None of the fertility doctors your husband dragged you to could ever figure out why you weren’t pregnant yet. You were fine with it, having not already felt ready for motherhood anyways, but he was in a terrible rush, as though he were a king anxious for an heir.

Joel scowled, and you watched him open his mouth, looking like he was ready to say something that might get him fired. You quickly interjected.

“This beautiful kitchen will have to be my new motivation to, uh… try harder, I guess.”

Your husband just snorted, taking one last minute to inspect the kitchen before heading upstairs, not bothering to say goodbye to Joel.

The days moved on slowly, and you began to shy away from the men less and less. You did your makeup and your hair, and you put on nice dresses, loving the looks of desire you received from the men as you moved about the house tending to your usual chores. You found yourself baking for them almost daily, and they showered you with praise. Their comments about how lucky your husband was made you feel less incompetent as a wife; you just wished he was able to see things the way they did.

You liked all of them, but your favorite–by far–was Joel. His gruff, masculine demeanor was nicely juxtaposed by the gentle way he spoke with you, always complimenting you and making sure you were happy with renovation decisions. 

One day, you had overheard Joel explaining to the others why he couldn’t stand your husband while you stood behind the kitchen door, ear pressed up against the thin wood. He mentioned the pregnancy comment, and the other guys had just scoffed, making jokes about how they’d have “no problem knocking up a woman like that.” 

The vulgar comment affected you immediately, causing an ache inside you that made you feel ashamed. You eagerly watched for Joel’s reaction to that through the tiny crack between the door and the frame. 

He just scoffed at them, shaking his head.

“Don’t mean any disrespect…She’s just damn fine. And sweet. Whole package.”

“I’m not worried about that,” Joel responded with a grin. “Just, uh… well, if anyone’s disrespectin’ her, it’s me. It’s that limp-dicked husband of hers who's the problem…”

You stood there, peering into the kitchen with your mouth open and your cheeks red. The ache in your cunt only deepened at his words. 

“Needs a real man to fill ‘er up,” another man commented, voice low.

They eventually returned to their work, and you retreated upstairs to your room, yanking out your vibrator from the nightstand and getting yourself off as soon as possible. You imagined Joel’s big, warm hands all over your body, his voice grumbling in your ear while he fucked you with what you were sure was an amazing dick. Fantasies of being splayed out on the new granite countertop and used by Joel mixed with the men’s words playing on a loop in your head and helped you reach a quick orgasm.

A knock at the door was the only thing that jolted you from your post-orgasm glow. You tossed the vibrator under the sheets and tried to fix yourself back up, ignoring the obvious redness on your cheeks.

When you opened the door and saw the grin on Joel’s face, you wondered just how long he had been standing there.

“Hope I’m not distracting you from anything.”

You quickly shook your head, trying to play it cool, but his face made it clear that you had been caught. 

“Just, um… cleaning up. Something I can help you with?”

“Cleanin’ up? Sounded more like you were gettin’ dirty.”

You watched with horror as he chuckled at his joke, wishing you coul d just curl up in the fetal position and die of embarrassment already. As you stuttered, helplessly trying to find a way to respond to that, Joel just shook his head at you.

“Sorry, darlin’, sorry. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. All in good fun.”

His words actually did help you calm down, so much so that you just flashed him a bashful smile and muttered something about him not being funny.

“You oughta do whatever you want in your own house.”

For a second, you wondered if you were just imagining that pointed lilt in his voice when he said whatever you want. Surely that was all in your head, right?

“What, um… Did you need something?”

Joel convinced you to come downstairs after an issue came up in the kitchen plans. It was some issue with the kitchen island you wanted installed; some pipe not where they had originally thought it was, making it impossible to install the sink in the island like you wanted.

“Take a look down in the cabinet,” Joel instructed as the other men stood around watching, waiting for your deliberation.

That morning you had carefully selected a playfully short dress with no panties in a not-entirely-subconscious way of teasing the men. Unfortunately, you forgot all about that as you rushed to comply with Joel’s order, almost an involuntary reaction to him telling you what to do. You got on your knees in front of the island and poked your head into the open cabinet, taking a look at the pipe in question. It was only then that you felt the air on your pussy, which must’ve been exposed and spread nicely for all the men to see.

You gasped immediately, pulling your head out of the cabinet and trying to cover your lower half despite the tiny dress. 

You could tell that the feeling in the room had changed instantly as the men looked down at you with hungry eyes. You couldn’t even dare try to look at Joel.

“Put your head back in, sweetie. Gotta tell us if you think your sink’ll be worth the extra cost it’ll take.”

You could barely understand his words after the first sentence. 

“Y-you should wait and ask my husband… I-I don’t really know much about this stuff, and my husband’s the one paying and-”

“Take another look.”

Joel’s tone wasn’t threatening or harsh. The only thing that scared you in that moment was how much your sensitive cunt ached at his words, along with the silent stares from the other men.

You looked at him from your knees only for a moment before peering your head back in the cabinet while Joel began to explain the pipe’s position and what it would take to move it to get the sink in. Talk like that normally went over your head, but it was especially incomprehensible as you wondered if the men could see how wet you were.

He finished by telling you how much it would cost.

“Lotta money,” you whispered, not thinking much at all about sinks. You couldn’t stop yourself from slowly shifting your knees further open on either side, feeling your labia spread open even more.

You heard a sharp intake of breath before Joel spoke again.

“From our point of view, you certainly seem worth it, sweetheart.” 

You wondered for a moment if your fantasy might actually come true, whether it be on the granite countertop or on the cold tile of the kitchen floor. As long as Joel fucked you, you didn’t care where it happened. True to form, however, your husband ruined all your hopes and dreams.

The sound of his car door slamming the driveway caused you to jump up to your feet, not able to look any of the men in their eyes as they tried to “look busy” before your husband walked through the door. You mumbled something about going to change your outfit, knowing that he would be upset with you if he saw you wearing something so short around men who weren’t him.

Joel just grabbed your arm and waited until you looked him in the eyes before he shook his head. “Let him see.”

You watched him bite back a grin while the front door opened and you just prayed your face wasn’t noticeably red.

As expected, your husband protested the extra talks, but Joel was able to talk him into it, winking in your direction once he finally said yes. Later that night, after the men had left for the day, your husband had pulled you into a tight embrace before bed, hands roaming over your body.

He tried to initiate sex, but you told him you weren’t in the mood. He just let out an irritated huff but told you how sexy you looked in that dress.

“All those fucking workers can look, but I’m the only one who gets to have you,” he muttered, sounding quite pleased with himself. You just kept your mouth shut, thinking about Joel while crawling into bed.

You moaned info Joel’s mouth as his hands roamed all over your body, groping at your ass. His big arms pinned you against the kitchen island, his crotch rubbing against yours.

It had all started so fast. You found him working on the floorboards by himself, kneeling on the ground in a way that made it hard to not stare. He began asking you about wood tones, but he could tell you were focused on a different kind of wood.

It wasn’t long before he placed his hand on your calf, beginning to rub slowly up and down your leg while you struggled to finish your sentence about which tone looked most natural. 

“Goddamn,” he muttered in between kisses. “Been watching you walk around teasing me these past few weeks.”

You were pleased to hear that your carefully selected outfits had your intended effect, but you were even more pleased when Joel’s hands made their way to your waist as he rose to his feet. He used his new grasp on your body to spin you around and push you up against the wall. The feeling of his clothed erection rubbing against your ass while he kissed your neck from behind caused you to let out a pathetically needy moan.

“That husband of yours doesn’t deserve ya, baby.”

With the feeling of Joel’s hands pulling up your dress, the thought of your husband was a million miles away. His hand cupped you over your panties, and you were sure the heavy breath he let out was in response to how wet you already were. 

You should feel guilty, but you didn’t.

“Please,” you whimpered, rubbing your ass back against him in the hope of encouraging him to speed up to the point where some part of him was inside you.

He slipped a finger underneath your panties, finding your clit and beginning to mercilessly rub, groaning at the feeling of how wet you were already. 

“Been thinking about this since I first saw you.”

“Me too,” you replied in between a breathless pant and a small whimper. 

You could practically feel the smile on his face as it was pressed against your neck. “Could tell. All that time you spent hiding out in your room… bet you were up there touchin’ yourself to the thought of this.”

He wasn’t exactly off base. Before you could respond, the front door opened and you heard the sound of boots on the hardwood floor and the other contractors speaking.

You gasped in embarrassment, trying to pull the back of your dress down before the men walked in. Joel just chuckled behind you, hands still buried deep in your panties as the kitchen door opened. 

“Sorry, boys. Couldn’t help myself any longer.”

“Joel,” you snapped, trying to cover yourself up and get his hand out from under your dress.

“‘s okay, baby. We’re all friends here, right?”

You finally found the courage to look back at the four other men, watching with shocked faces. 

“Could be a nice way of saying thank you for all the hard work we’ve been doing.”

You looked back to him with your mouth open in shock; all of your fantasies only involved Joel.

“It’s cute how shy you’re actin’,” he murmured, one hand rhythmically circling your clit and the other shoved under the neckline of your dress, groping at one of your breasts. He turned your body so that you were once again on display for the group of men. “After you spent the past week teasing us.”

“Leanin’ over while doing laundry,” one man muttered with a dry chuckle.

“Been wanting to grab that ass all week,” another one added.

Your panting only increased as the men spoke. With his thumb on your clit, his other fingers moved lower and began to push into your cunt. That only lasted for a moment, though; his fingers instead began to run through your wet folds before abruptly pulling his hand out of your panties altogether.

You weren’t proud of the pathetic whimper that escaped your mouth at the loss of his fingers, but you were too turned on to care about decency at this point.

You watched him hold out his hand towards the men with a smirk. “Look how much she fuckin’ wants it, gentlemen.”

You let out a soft moan, hips beginning to move on their own closer and closer to Joel’s crotch, desperate for his touch.

“She loves to clean so much,” one began, his hand grabbing at his crotch lazily. “So make her clean up her mess.”

Joel seemed to like that suggestion as much as you did. He looked you in the eyes, and he didn’t even need to ask you; you opened your mouth for him immediately, sticking out your tongue slightly.

He smiled, bringing his thick fingers to your mouth, slowly rubbing them on your tongue. He gave you a moment to enjoy the taste of yourself on him before pushing his fingers fully into your mouth, practically making you gag at the sudden intrusion. You sucked gently, eyes locked on his the entire time.

“Fuck,” one man muttered. “I wanna taste her next.”

“Well, ‘m not putting my fingers in your mouth,” Joel retorted.

The man just laughed. “‘m more interested in going straight to the source.”

Joel removed his fingers from your mouth, using his other hand to pull the hair back off your face while you closely watched him. 

“Wouldn’t you like that, baby? Mouth on your cunt, tongue inside you?”

It did sound amazing. You just nodded gently.

“They’re good men, trust me. Wouldn’t have ‘em on my crew if they weren’t trustworthy.”

You looked over at the men, acknowledging that you found them all attractive (even if they weren’t as sexy as Joel). You found them even more attractive while they watched you with a darkness in their eyes, much more intense than anything you’d seen from them before—and their hands on their cocks.

“Tell ya what,” Joel began, his hands on your hips, slowly rocking his bulge against your crotch. It wasn’t anywhere near as much pressure as you needed from him, and your head was dizzy with desire. “Promise you that only I get to come inside your pretty little cunt.”

You stared back with wide eyes, and he leaned his face close to yours, tilting his head so he could whisper in your ear.

“We both know it already belongs to me. I’ll fill you up, knock you up like you deserve.”

A breathy whine fell out of your mouth, and you finally began to nod. 

Joel smiled, looking over at his men. “Dreams really do come true, boys.”

The men shared some looks of disbelief that told you that this situation hasn’t happened for them before, and you didn’t mind being their first.

“Works for me,” one gruntled, already pulling his cock out of his pants. “I can think of plenty other spots to shoot my come.”

“In her hair, so that prick husband can find it later,” another added with a chuckle.

You liked the way they spoke about you but not to you, like you were just a toy for them to play with.

As if Joel had a direct link to your fantasies, he suggested they get you into a more comfortable position, laying you on top of the kitchen island. Suddenly, there were hands all over your body, quickly pulling off your dress and underwear and tossing it on the ground, while others grabbed at the freshly exposed skin. 

Despite your nerves about the situation, you couldn’t deny how amazing it felt to have so many hands on you. You kept your eyes locked with Joel’s.

The man who had made a comment about eating you out began to kneel in front of your spread open legs, but Joel was quick to admonish him. “I get the first taste, Jones.”

He grumbled a response but stood back up and moved to the other end of the island where your head was. Before he could even get his dick near your mouth, Joel spoke up.

“That too.”

The man grunted in complaint, but finally settled on bending his head down to wrap his mouth around one of your breasts, his hand pushing away another man’s hold on the other one so that he could grab at it and run his thumb over your nipple as you moaned. To reward him for listening to Joel’s instructions, you reached your hand out and grabbed at his cock, rubbing the head with your thumb.

Between your legs, Joel began to rub his hands over your inner thighs, pushing them open further. He only tore his eyes away to take in the sight of you spread out for him, causing him to shake his head.

“Fuckin’ perfect, baby.”

You smiled at his praise, but you wished he’d get his tongue on you already. You whimpered out a “please” that told him all he needed to know. He gave you one last smirk before leaning in and swiping his tongue across your core, giving a groan at the taste of you. 

His fingers quickly began to prod into you while he focused his tongue on your clit. You tried to hold back a moan, but it was almost as though Joel could tell; he quickly sunk his fingers in you, and you were unable to hold back. 

You moaned shamelessly, beginning to buck your hips towards his face, desperate for more and more. And he gave it to you. His fingers moved faster in and out of you, curving up in the direction that made you moan the most. 

“She makes pretty noises,” one man commented. 

Joel pulled away from you for a moment to respond. “‘Cause she fucking loves us using her.”

He got back on his feet, and you looked at him with wide eyes.

“Wait,” you began to whimper, prepared to beg him to get back between your legs.

“Gotta try your mouth now, baby,” he said, stepping towards your face. He grabbed your chin and angled it up in his direction. “But Jones can finally have his fun. Wanna feel you moan around my cock when you come on his mouth.”

He must have had no plans of easing inside your mouth, letting you get one lick across it before he grabbed the back of your head and sunk his cock inside you until you began to gag on it.

Joel groaned, and, as you began to convulse from your first orgasm, you wondered how you were going to survive all this pleasure.

You had seen scenarios like this in videos before. A slut in a bar getting bent over a pool table and fucked by every patron. A secretary getting called into a board room meeting to service all the male executives.

You fantasized about it for yourself but  never once imagined it could actually be you, spread out on the kitchen island with hands all over you, a cock in your mouth and one in your cunt. Beside you, the other men found ways to satiate their desires with your body. One was stroking himself while he licked desperately at your foot. It wasn't normally something you’d care for, but you found his fervor to use you undeniably sexy. Another man was pinching at your nipples while you lazily jerked him off. The final man stood on the other side of your face, rubbing his cock against your cheek as a cock moved in and out of it.

Joel pulled out of you and fell back to his knees once more, latching his mouth against your cunt to taste you again. It slowly moved down to your asshole, licking around the tight ring of muscle. It was nothing you had ever had a man done to you before, and you moaned at the new sensation but were scared of what he might have in mind.

“I-I can’t take you there,” you whimpered once you were finally able to get the other man’s cock out of your mouth.

“You’re tellin’ me,” Joel said with a dark chuckle. “Tight as a clam down here. Was just hoping we could get another cock inside you at the same time. Really stuff you up.”

As disgusting as it felt to admit as another man’s cock slid back and forth across the wedding band on your finger, you wanted that too. You wanted everything from them.

“Got an idea,” Joel muttered, pulling over a chair from the kitchen table and taking a seat. “Bring ‘er here.”

The men followed his instruction and helped you get off the island, placing you in Joel’s lap, facing him. You absentmindedly moved your hips so that his cock was moving back and forth through your folds, which made him smile. Despite that, he was quick to get it back inside of you, stretching you out once more. As you began to ride him, he motioned for another man–the one who was just desperately rubbing his cock over your cheek–to join him.

“We can both fit in here,” he grumbled, holding back a grunt. “Stretch ‘er out real nice.”

You moaned at the implication, but you certainly had no interest in saying no. The man had to take an awkward angle, causing Joel to help by leaning back in the chair and shifting you a bit, allowing him to get his cock up against your already stuffed hole.

He groaned behind you as he pushed the head further in, rubbing up against Joel’s. As much as you enjoyed the look of pleasure on his face, you had to close your eyes from the sensation of being stretched out by two sizeable cocks.

“Fuck,” you gasped, slowly moving up and down while you adjusted to the feeling. “S-so good.”

Joel smiled at you, hand holding your cheek carefully. “You this big of a slut for that husband of yours?”

You quickly shook your head. 

“I don’t buy it,” he muttered. “Doesn’t he keep you here all day just so he can use this pretty cunt whenever he wants?”

“She oughta come and hang out with us at all our worksites,” a man said beside you, slapping his cock against your face.

“Clearly she fuckin’ needs it. He grabbed your chin and applied enough pressure to cause your lips to part, and he angled your face in the position of the man beside you. “Suck his fucking cock.”

Being ordered around by Joel was the final straw for you; your orgasm hit you like a train, and your hips began to frantically jerk around while your cunt convulsed around their cocks. Then men groaned, clearly enjoying the feeling of it, too. The man finally stuffed his cock in your mouth before you could even catch your breath. Joel just grabbed the back of your head by your hair and began to move your head himself, forcing your mouth deeper and deeper.

On the other side of you, a man was jerking himself off, his hand moving fast. Joel must’ve noticed, and he immediately pulled your head back and off of the other man’s cock.

“Keep your tongue out.”

The man understood what Joel wanted and moved closer to your face, reaching his climax with one final grunt. His come began to splatter on your face, and you loved the feeling of the warm liquid beginning to dribble down your face, mixing in with your own saliva. 

“Jesus Christ,” Joel joked out. “Now you really look like the dirty little whore you are.”

You had never imagined deriving pleasure from hearing a man call you something like that until it came out of Joel’s mouth. You gripped his shoulder harder, trying to stay balanced while your legs feeling like jelly after your second orgasm. 

He took a moment to spit in your mouth before gesturing for the other man on the sidelines to get some time with your mouth. His cock was shorter but thicker, and you elected to lick frantically at it while he palmed his balls. Joel leaned in and began to lick at your nipples, softly biting them just to hear you yelp in shock and begin to grind down even harder on his cock.

The man behind you, who was helping to fill you up so nicely, muttered something about how he needed to finally get off, and Joel was quick to remind him that only he got to come inside your cunt. The man just slipped himself out of you and got back on his feet, asking you where you wanted it.

“Her tits,” Joel choked out, and you wondered if he was going to come soon, too.

The man angled himself perfectly to come on your chest, spurting on both of your breasts as he rubbed the cock head against your nipples.

With Joel still in your cunt and another man in your mouth, you turned to look at the other man waiting to get off, stroking his cock with a pained expression on his face.

“Tell him what you want, baby,” Joel muttered as he grabbed your hips to stop your riding. “Tell him how you need to get filled to the fucking brim again so you can come all over our cocks another time.”

“Please,” you whimpered, still facing the man. “S-stuff my pussy.”

He whispered a small “fuck” and quickly assumed the same position as the other man had taken, slowly easing himself in. It didn’t take long before you were coming again.

Semen covered your face, breasts, and ass now, and it was just you and Joel. After the other man had reached his limit and came all over you the second he pulled his cock out of you, Joel practically pushed you off the chair, carefully bringing you to the cold laminate of the floor. 

He took you now from a new angle, thrusting at a merciless pace that you found intoxicating. You supposed you should be ashamed at all the come on your body, all the orgasms you had been pushed through. But you weren’t. The only thing on your mind was feeling Joel’s come inside you.

“Please,” you whimpered. “Fill me up, please!”

He was gritting his teeth, moving in and out of you at a frantic pose that only got worse after your pleading began. “Yeah, babygirl? Want my come painting your fuckin’ cervix?”

You nodded frantically. 

“Beg.”

“Please,” you moaned immediately. “Please, Joel, please.”

“Gotta tell me what you want,” he specified, a strain in his voice that told you he was struggling to stop himself from coming already.

“Please b-breed me, Joel.”

That was the word that made him finally come undone. He let out a sharp yelp as he brutally knocked his hips into yours, and you felt the sensation of his warm come spilling inside of you. Once he was done twitching inside of you, he slowly pulled his cock out of your swollen cunt, causing a small squelch when the head popped out. He struggled to catch his breath while you looked around and saw that a few of the men were already beginning to jerk themselves off again. 

You just laid there in the debauchery of what you had allowed to be done to you, while Joel muttered something about how he oughta get you a pregnancy test. 

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The AU I didn't know I needed and now I'm obsessed

Crowley Hanahaki

I didn't know I needed to cry today

something about a sudden rainstorm