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Lo que la mayoría no sabe, o parece ignorar, es que el suicida ya está muerto antes de saltar.

–Javier Villatoro.

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 "You shall not see the true form of a star."

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pouty princess

Pairing: daddy!Ari Levinson x bratty!reader

Warnings: smut, daddy!kink, dumbification, dd/lg undertones, major size difference, slight sugar daddy vibe, dirty talk, Ari goes dark towards the end, slightly dark.

Summary: You want to show your daddy that you can be in charge sometimes too, but it doesn't work out as well as you'd hoped. (Based on this ask and mini-drabble).

A/N: This is just a drabble I wrote in under an hour! Not a full fic, I just felt inspired by that ask the other day and wanted to write a more detailed version of the mini drabble! Enjoy!

"Daddy, I feel like I should be in charge sometimes." You announce, jutting your chin out and folding your arms over your chest. Ari's sprawled out on his armchair, sipping a beer while he watches something boring on TV. You quickly step in front of his vision, blocking his view from the screen, "Hey! Are you listening to me? I just said that–"

A yelp escapes your mouth as Ari cuts you off, grabbing your waist and pulling you down on his lap with such minimal effort, it's almost laughable. In fact, he doesn't even take his eyes off the TV screen. You scoff, straightening up and making yourself comfortable on his thigh. He's got those jeans on, the one with the rough denim that's perfect for – No, you can't let yourself get side-tracked.

"Daddyyyy, please stop ignoring me!" You whine, cupping Ari's bearded jaw in your hand and forcibly turning his head to face you, "I think I'm way cuter than the weatherman, don't you?"

"Careful, sweet girl. Don't think I can't tell when you're being bratty." Ari warns, his voice gravelly yet light-hearted enough for you to relax. His blue eyes blink, finally focusing on you as his large hands rub up and down your shoulders. "Now, what are you frowning about, my pouty baby?"

You snuggle closer to him, "I'm not frowning. I just suggested something a minute ago and you ignored me."

"I'm sorry, baby. Tell me again what you suggested?" Ari pecks you once on the lips before doing it again, and again, and then again until you're giggling in his arms. His big, strong, muscular arms. He's so big compared to you, dwarfing you completely as you sit on his lap.

"I said, I think I should be in charge sometimes. You know, during sex."

Ari freezes in the middle of kissing down the nape of your neck, raising his head up and looking down at you with raised eyebrows. "You? In charge? That's a cute joke, sweet girl."

You frown, lower lip jutting out, "Don't be mean, daddy. I'm not joking. I wanna be in charge sometimes too, okay? It can't always be you."

Ari's distracted himself again, playing with the hem of your dress, lifting it up and snaking a hand up your bare thigh, leaving goosebumps in his wake. "I thought you liked being daddy's little baby?" He teases, pinching the soft skin of your thigh and making you yelp once more.

You narrow your eyes at him, "I do. But I wanna try bossing you around too."

Your boyfriend smirks, "You do boss me around, baby. What about the other day, huh? Inside Victoria's Secret? Wasn't it you ordering daddy around, telling me where to go and which lingerie to pick up and bring to you in the dressing room?"

Slipping your hand up his chest to twine his long hair around your fingers, you roll your eyes, "Well, someone had to tell you where the bargain rack was – you kept bringing me the expensive stuff!"

"Only the best for my pouty little princess." Ari hums, tickling your ribs in a way that makes shivers run up and down your spine. "So, you wanna be in charge, huh baby? Tell daddy what to do?"

"Yes! Please let me be in charge, daddy? Please, please, please, please, please?!"

And how can he say no when you beg so prettily? That's how you find yourself straddling your big, beefy, 6"4' boyfriend while he lies on the bed. Gleefully, you click the handcuffs into place, one on either of his wrists, effectively cuffing him to the bedposts.

"Does it feel uncomfortable?" You ask, and he smiles, shaking his head.

You sigh, brushing his hair out of his face, loving how the ends curl against his neck. He looks really hot like this, underneath you with his big blue eyes, full pink lips and long lashes brushing against his cheekbones. He's all rough and tough, but there's a vulnerable beauty to his looks too.

"Now, daddy, you remember our safeword for if it gets too much for you, right?" You ask him, parroting exactly what he says to you when he's got you all tied up in different positions.

Ari snorts, biting his lip to keep from laughing, "Yes, baby, I remember the safeword."

You beam, "Good job, daddy."

You start by teasing him slowly, kissing down his bare chest, kitten licks striping up and down his pecks, lips dragging and pressing against his torso, teeth grazing against every ridge and ripple of his muscles and abs.

And Ari watches you the whole time with hooded eyes. You're doing exactly what he does to you – but for some reason, he isn't the whimpering, whiny and moaning mess that you usually become around thirty seconds after Ari begins teasing you. He's definitely got more willpower and patience than you, because you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter from all the teasing you're doing.

"What's wrong, baby? Losing your willpower already?" Ari snickers softly, and you realise you're subconsciously humping against his thigh. You still immediately and shoot him a glare.

"Shh, daddy! No speaking, remember? I'm in charge and I say you can't speak. Or else I'll… I'll gag you!" You say fiercely, letting the threat sit heavily in the air, similar to when Ari threatens to spank you or gag you when you're naughty.

Ari bites back another laugh, "Sorry, baby. By all means, do continue."

You do continue, wasting no time in pulling down the waistband of his boxers. He lifts his hips up to help you, and you pull the boxers all the way down his knees. And then you're completely entranced because his dick is so big, slapping up against his abs. The fat head is an angry red, leaking precum. You can feel your mouth water. He's so fucking big.

You think back to how just this morning, he'd woken you up with his dick rubbing against your ass, and then nudging between your folds as he took you sideways, took what he pleased because daddy's allowed to fuck his baby pussy whenever he wants. You remember the shower after that, the marble tiles hard under your knees as he'd forced his huge cock into your mouth, fucking your face before pulling out and finishing all over your cheeks, your chin, your nose, your lips, your tongue.

"Hello? Sweet girl? You still there?" Ari moves his leg a bit to get your attention, snapping you out of your reverie. You bite your lip, gazing down at his cock, lost in dirty fantasies of him on top of you, taking control how he always does.

"W-Want your dick so bad, daddy." You find yourself whimpering.

Ari smirks, "My sweet baby, you're in charge, remember? It's right here," He bucks his hips once, "Take it."

Oh wait. That's right. You were in charge. You gulp, positioning yourself till you're hovering over his dick, grabbing the base with your hand and slowly lowering down onto it. Fuck, no matter how many times Ari fucks you, and no matter how wet you are, it's always a stretch to take in his huge length and girth.

"Well, come on, baby. Why aren't you moving?" Ari asks you.

You open your eyes, still adjusting to the fullness of having him inside of you. Move?

"But you're the one who moves us." You say quietly, barely able to get the words out because being filled with his huge dick is kind of distracting. And it's true, every time you ride him – which is not that often since Ari loves being on top – but every time you ride him, it's always Ari with his hands gripping your hips tightly as he slams you up and down on his length.

Ari laughs, "But you're calling the shots, baby, aren't you? And the one who's in charge – which is you – is the one who does all the work." His chest rumbles with laughter, "You not up to the challenge anymore, hm?"

"D-Didn't say that!" You begin rocking your hips, grinding and bouncing up and down, the friction of his hardness against your walls feeling so, so good. Soon, you're moaning – it's not as fulfilling or as deep like when he's in control of fucking, but it still feels good.

"Daddy, please!" The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them, "Please, daddy, harder, please!"

Another chuckle, "Sweet girl, if you want it harder, you gotta bounce harder. Daddy's not in charge here, is he?"

You try, you really do try. But it's hard work, being the one in charge. You can feel yourself growing tired, muscles already protesting. You don't have the stamina that Ari has – not even close. Plus, his dick feels so good inside you, how can you possibly focus on moving? The only thing you can think about is his dick, and how good it feels to be so full.

"My pretty little baby," Ari coos when he sees your head lull to the side, your eyes blinking away and trying to focus, "Is my baby tired already? Don't wanna be in charge anymore, hm?"

As if on cue, your hips stall, before you half-heartedly start moving them again.

"Sweet girl, why'd you slow down?" Ari's mocking you wickedly, but you don't even care, "Aren't you enjoying being in charge of daddy?"

"I-I… I- Daddy, please!"

"What happened to my baby who wanted to be a big girl, huh?" Ari asks you smugly. You've stilled completely now, blinking up at him, clutching at his hips to get him to thrust upwards into you. You don't understand why he won't just use his hips, fuck into you like he always does.

"D-Daddy, need you. Please, daddy… Nngh!" Begging turns to nonsensical babble as you rock your hips uselessly. It's not enough. You don't like this as much as you thought you would. You need him. But you can't seem to find the words…

"Begging daddy already? Wow, princess, you couldn't even last five minutes, could you?" You shake your head desperately as he continues, "Look at you, so dumb on daddy's dick, can't even speak properly. See, this is what happens when dumb babies like you try to act like they know better."

It's almost comical how quickly Ari breaks free from the handcuffs, the broken metal clattering down on the floor as his rough hands find your hips. You barely have time to squeak before he's flipped you both over, hovering over you and pressing you hard against the mattress.

"You still wanna be in charge?" His eyes are dark, forehead touching yours.

"N-No, daddy. Y-You, you!"

He impales you in a single thrust, going so deep and hard you fear he's broken you in half as you scream and clutch at his shoulders and chest.

"Now you know that daddy's always gonna be in charge, don't you princess?" Ari says darkly, fucking you within an inch of your life, his hips a blur and the only sounds being your whimpers and screams along with the slapping of his balls against you and the squelch of your wetness as it seeps down your thighs and around his cock.

"Daddy's the one who does all the work, baby, you remember that. You just lie there without a single thought in that pretty head of yours, because that's all your good for, you got that? Just a pretty little baby who doesn't think, just opens her legs for daddy and let's her daddy use her like a whore."

"Y-Yes! Yes, daddy!" You cry, it's all you can seem to fin the words to say. You feel faint, like you're about to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all.

"That's right, baby. Daddy's little baby with the empty fuckin' head. Don't worry, baby, I'll fuck you till you pass out – I know that's what you want. Close your eyes baby. Daddy's still gonna be on top of you when you wake up."

The end! Let me know what you think!

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✯⌎ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Major Crossover—dark alpha!fratboys!: Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber x omega!reader [dark A/B/O college AU, one reader, HC Verse]

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK themes and elements, A/B/O dynamics, mean!cevans characters, DARK!cevans characters, manipulation, toxic behaviour, obsessive & possessive behaviour, soft!DARK, misogyny (within A/B/O designations), SMUT - minors DNI, NON-CON/DUB-CON, coercion, jealousy, competition, major power imbalance, heavy dom/sub undertones, size difference, daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, object insertion (sex toys: anal plug, 'carrot style' dildo, vibrating 'eggs'), dumbification, degradation, cum as lube, overstimulation, possible dehumanization, gangbang: "sharing is caring," dacryphilia, unprotected sex (p in v, p in a), double penetration (v & a), anal sex, rough sex, squirting, oral (f), creampie, handjobs, pussy slapping, choking, voyeurism, filming sex, implied/mentions of: face fucking, somnophilia, chase kink, free use

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You celebrate Easter with your five alphas. Based on this ask from my sunny bunny party.

𝗪/𝗖 | 4.34K

𝗔/𝗡 | well i definitely feel like a whore, but what else is new, this may be the most filthy thing i've written as in the context. I don't have much for this version of HCV, so we'll see how it ends up. i never thought i'd write something like this. warning: i don't know if it's classified as subspace, but reader gets fucked stupid. this is a dark fic, the warnings have been given—if you don't like it, don't read.

˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Your eyes bounce between the options on the printed page, and breaths leave your mouth in puffs. You can hear the birds through the opened window, and feel the cool breeze crawling up your spine.

"5-4-3-2—"

"Is it, uh,—A?"

"Nope."

You gasp, your eyes falling shut in pleasure as the vibrations intensify and your walls pulse around the thick toy. Your toes curl in your knee-highs and your nails dig into the couch. "Oh, m-my…"

"Look at that." Comes a Brooklyn drawl from behind you, "She's so wet, it keeps slipping out…" Steve holds the dildo by the base and presses it to the hilt. He almost feels bad for you because he can feel the strong vibrations from the other toy also stuffed into you. After everything they've put you through, he's surprised you're still conscious.

Poor baby, but it was all your fault anyway.

"Oh, honey, you like history that much?" Ransom teases, shutting the book and fixing your crooked bunny ears. They aren't as pretty anymore since he threw them to the ground to get a better grip on your head when he was fucking your face earlier. There's still some cum on your chin, but he won't say anything. He prefers watching you go about the day covered in him or his frat brothers.

Steve coos, "Want me to stop it, baby?" He spits on you, his saliva landing on your puckered hole stretched around a plug, still sore and puffy from his prep this morning. You were asleep and kept squirming until he held you down. When your eyes finally opened, his heart swelled and he had you up against the shower wall within minutes.

The other guys had tried to join when you were nearly finished, but Steve locked the door. And when it was broken, the both of you were in the bathtub, and you were cockdrunk in his arms, drifting away and letting him wash you.

They'd have to get the door fixed again, but it wasn't like none of the other guys were completely innocent either. They each had their selfish streaks but compared to the beginning of your relationship, they've gotten far better at sharing.

"P-Please, stop it." You sigh in relief when he pulls at the end hanging out and presses the power button, and the low humming comes to an end. You sag into the cushions, practically lifeless as Ransom caresses your face, inching closer to your gland.

Then, Steve turns it back on, this time on the highest setting.

"Steve!" You cry out, falling onto your belly as you shudder, and release around the toys. Your squirt drenches the couch and Steve's lap, marking both with your scent. Your mind goes blank and your tummy hurts with the amount of pressure as the toy roughly thrusts in and out of you, jostling the vibrator and prolonging your high.

You don't know how much time had passed, but you did feel someone cleaning between your legs and another hand trail up your back, "You okay, sweetie?"

"Mhm…" You trail off, your head sinking into the plush pillow before it's pulled to a lap. A certain scent of smooth vanilla with a dash of cocoa flows up your nose, "Andy?"

"Yes, it's me." A soft sound makes your eyes open and you watch the basket get filled with a few more of those dreaded eggs that ruined you in the first place. You tuck away from it, whining at the soreness that blooms from your core.

"Had to find the rest and wash them for you." Andy rubs your head softly, his gentle tone a sharp contrast to the growing tent in his pants, "Dumb little bunny couldn't help but cum from what—four eggs? You didn't even find all of them."

"Sorry, alpha." You sniffle, wishing to just go to sleep for the rest of the day, but according to the alphas, the festivities have just begun.

"You know what that means, right, honey?"

"It means she's getting chased through the woods next time like a stupid little bunny. I wanted to do it—but no, it would've been too much."

"Are you honey?"

Ransom shrugs, "Sometimes."

Andy shakes his head, facing you again, "Talk to me, omega."

"I tried…"

"You did, and maybe next time, you'll do better." He looks down at you, both eyebrows raised, "You'll do what you're supposed to, and not disappoint your alphas."

That's how you end up between Ari's legs, his long hard cock against your back as Curtis stuffs you full with the vibrating 'eggs.' Your puffy folds are spread wide for the rest of the fraternity brothers to freely gaze at. Steve, Ransom and Andy sit in chairs, heavy cocks hanging out of their pants as drool dribbles down your chin.

"How many now?"

"The seventh keeps slipping out." Curtis' fingers prod at the little vibrating ball, he sucks his digits clean before reaching for another egg and easily adds it into your stuffed cunt, he groans lowly, "We're at eight now, sweet girl. You're doing so good."

The towel is soaked underneath you. After squirting a handful of times, Steve and Andy's cum act as lube for your tight hole, and their seed combined with your slick has made an embarrassing mess of your core.

At least they put the eggs on the lowest setting, you didn't even want to think of having all of them on the highest.

"Fit another. If she gets nine, I'll get that tight ass for the week."

"In your dreams," Steve scoffs, "It's like you don't even know our girl, she can barely take a few fingers and a cock at the same time in one hole. She's had enough today and she'll warm me for the next seven days." He licks his lips at the thought. "What makes you think she'll fit another?"

"She'll do it for me. Right, omega?" Ransom asks you. "You're going to try to take another for me."

"I-I," You blink away the tears and shake your head as Ransom sighs. "No, daddy—can't." You whine, unable to relax in Ari's comforting hold, most of the time, his warmth keeps you grounded but right now, you feel like you'll be flying in a few moments. "Too much, too full."

"Are you sure this time?" Curtis asks, tattoos stretching along his shoulder as he sits up, chain dangling between his pecs. "You said that at five and started crying when Andy took the basket away."

"Little whore couldn't even decide if she was too full." Ransom scoffs, jerking his cock slowly, "She gets fucked so often but is still too tight for two cocks in the same hole. One of these days, I won't care and I'll just shove in there, fucking tear her apart."

"Bet she'll love it." Steve agrees, his mouth waters as one of the eggs slips out of you, covered in your cream and his cum. "When has she ever said no anyway?"

"Plenty of times," Andy answers, moving next to Curtis for a closer look. Your cunt is so used, your clit is still rubbed raw from his beard earlier, and your ass is stuffed with a plug.  "We just never listen."

"We'll listen this time." The fraternity president's hands fall below your tummy, tracing lower and pressing slightly. Another egg falls out, your hole clenches as the rest shift inside you, still softly vibrating against your pulsing walls. "We promised."

"Promises are meant to be broken." Curtis shrugs, eyes locked on your contorted face as he barely touches your clit making you jump, and he laughs cruelly. "Like when I promised I wouldn't fuck her face when we went to the movies."

"You ruined her makeup. I had to take her to dinner with smeared mascara." Ransom starts fucking into his fist, head falling back as memories rush back, you clinging to his arm in the fancy establishment, all dolled up and cute, he loved showing you off. He also teased you under the table that day.

"You could've let her fix it."

"I would have just messed it up again."

"Hey, open those pretty eyes." Your lashes flutter open, meeting Curtis' clear blue gaze but the contact doesn't last long because Ari applies pressure again, and two more eggs slip out. Joining the filthy mess. Curtis' wet hand taps your cheek, "Look at me, are you done?"

You nod, blubbering as Steve's fingers lightly tug at your nipples, you're so sensitive and sore, you can barely tell left from right. Drunk on endless highs, and so many suffocating scents. But god, you loved and feared it at the same time.

"Oh, poor bunny, your little cunt is stuffed to the brim." Ransom slides next to you, craning his neck to stare.

"Daddy… Don't look…"

"Why not? You're shy?" He chuckles darkly, "What if I get closer, huh? Spread your puffy folds, and get a really good look at your filthy pussy. I should bring you to the mirror and make you look at it. See what a slut you are for your alphas."

You pout at him, shutting your legs. "You're being mean…"

"Am I being mean?" He asks the rest of the men, and receives different replies; 'yeah,' 'no way,' 'she's just sensitive.' "Whatever—how can I make it up to you, pet? I'll be nice since it's a holiday."

Your eyes fall to his shirt, and he immediately knows what you want. He tugs off his t-shirt and hands it over. You take the fabric and bring it to your nose, rubbing your face into it and enveloping yourself in his scent.

"She's chirping," Steve smiles warmly, and his delicate touch travels up your leg. "Even after all the shit you've pulled, she still wants to be with you."

"Shut up." Ransom rolls his eyes. "Isn't Steve being mean too, baby? Go on, tell him to fuck off."

Your eyes widen, "No! Are you stupid—" Ari slaps your thigh harshly. "Ow!"

"Watch your mouth before I make you clean those eggs. Now open your legs, don't make me ask twice." His deep voice demands from behind you. His chest hair tickles your back, "Don't forget who you are."

An omega, it goes without being said. The power they hold over you both in designation, status and physical strength. They towered over you and you felt so small between them with the weight of their blue stares.

You slowly spread your thighs, covering your face in unease as the other alphas crowd around you. Ari forces them wider with his knees and moves you onto his lap, putting on a show for the rest of his frat brothers. Someone's spit lands on your clit before the bundle is rubbed, sending streams of pleasure through your veins. They play with you for a bit, tracing your wet hole, and putting your combined juices back in only for it to drip out again. Suddenly, a thickness prods at your weepy hole.

Your eyes shoot open, shining up at the buzzcut-haired man sinking his cock into you. "Wait, the eggs—"

"I know." Curtis cuts you off, "Ransom, turn up the setting. Wanna fuck her until she's dumb."

"She already is." Steve moves your hand to his cock, your fingers can't meet around his fat girth.

"See? Isn't he mean, baby? Why don't you tell him how mean he is." Ransom grabs your other hand, spitting into your palm before fucking into your fist.

Ari kisses up the back of your neck, and all the touching, the sounds, and the feelings distract you enough for him to slip out the plug and replace it with his dick. You accidentally grip Steve and Ransom a little too tight, and the alphas groan in sync. Butterflies with glass wings flutter in your stomach, shattering against each other and fracturing you from the inside out.

"N-No, I can't—please! Stop!"

"Shut up. Bunnies don't speak." Ari grunts into your ear, rough and raspy, "You know what they do?"

"They hop." Curtis answers smugly, his dark eyes eating you up, "Better hop, sweetheart, before Ransom tries to slide in too."

You start bouncing on their cocks. The oxygen feels so thin and you can barely sit up straight, stuffed to the brim as the eggs vibrate against your tender walls. Your moans are utterly indecent, the lewd noises of your actions fill the hot air and harmonize with the squeaking of the bed.

And that's what Andy walks in on. You're a fucking mess, covered in spit, cum and your slick, weakly riding two cocks at once and jerking off another two. Your poor cunt stretched so wide around Curtis' length, your cream forms a ring around his base and dribbles down to Ari's under you—Andy wishes he could see your ass, it's probably so ruined too.

"What a good bunny, hopping on your alphas cocks like a whore—fucking—" Curtis' hips stutter when you tighten, "You knot hungry slut, greedy little cunt keeps sucking me in. You love being split open on us?"

"Uh-huh, don't, ah! Please don't stop!" You moan, choking on your words. Your bunny ears go crooked as you look down at your used centre and Curtis' thick cock spearing you open, every time he thrusts out, Ari slides in and they alternate on keeping you as full as possible. "S-So big, daddy, so big."

"Yeah, your little cunt is so fucking stuffed, can feel those eggs against my cock." He growls, tugging you to spit into your mouth, then he kisses you messily. "You feel them, baby? They feel good?"

You try to nod, the bunny ears slip further before someone else fixes them again. "My holes, daddy—"

"What about our holes? They don't belong to you, dumb little bunny." Ari's head is thrown back with a deep groan and his abs flex, he can feel Curtis between the thin wall inside of you. There's truly no more space for anyone else—but that won't stop one of them from trying.

"Y-Your holes, so small, daddy…" Someone's hand wraps around your throat, but you can't tell who with all the fogginess in your head. Their grip tightens, "Your little holes… gonna never close—"

"Good." It was Ransom judging from the voice by your ear, you feel a tongue drag up your cheek, licking up your tears. "We'll do whatever we want to your slutty holes, and I will fuck your cunt when someone else is already using it."

"What are you, baby?" Steve forces your face towards him, he's red in the cheeks, and the colour spreads down his firm chest. "C'mon, tell your daddies."

"I'm a—cumdump, your dumb baby, daddy." Your head is tilted down, just in time to watch Curtis' spit land where you meet. His salvia lands on your clit, dripping down to the veiny girth of his cock. "I'm yours."

"That's right, and don't you ever forget."

"Look at her, all cockdrunk. Dumb little omega, just a hole for us." Ari sucks on your gland, his groans vibrating the patch, he remembers when you used to cry from just half his cock, and now look at you, taking him and Curtis to the hilt at the same time. You've come so far, and he's so proud. "You like getting both your holes fucked at once, baby? Yeah, you do, look at that face."

Steve groans, pulling away from your lips before you're tugged towards Ransom's mouth. "Not a fucking thought in that pretty head, it's okay, you don't need to think. Just need to take our cocks and knots, let us use you whenever we want. You want our babies in your pretty cunt, omega?"

Normally, you'd snap out of whatever trance and establish those stupid—in their opinions—boundaries about starting a family so early. Even though you were mated, you didn't want to get pregnant halfway through your college career, but your alphas didn't care. They've discussed the perfect time to switch out your pills, and darling you wouldn't know the difference until you're hunched over the toilet.

"She does, she's so fucking tight." Curtis' fingers dig into your hips, "You finally gonna have our pups, pet? Let us pump this little cunt full, knot you to keep you plugged up. Use you as a personal cumdump."

You only manage quiet gasps, letting your body be used from almost every end.

"Our little omega, so good for us, gonna carry all our babies." Steve's voice rings tauntingly and he slips a hand between your legs, his rough fingers strumming your swollen clit. "She's fucking shaking, you still here with us, pet?" He slaps your button in quick succession, taking great pleasure in your convulses.

Your head lolls to the side as someone taps your temple, "Sounds empty in there—I think we've fucked her completely stupid."

You're a vision, moving between Steve and Ransom's messy kisses as saliva falls down your chin to your bouncing breasts which are covered with lovebites.

Andy watches you cum, your whole body erupting in euphoria as you tremble in Ari's lap. Curtis leans back, stroking his cock and squeezing the swelling base as the intensely vibrating eggs finally fall out, your squirt covers him from his thighs to his chest. Steve's hand is shoved away by Ransom who swats your nub wetly, smearing your juices everywhere. Then he's also pushed away by Curtis who leans down to greedily latch onto your cunt, all while Ari forcibly bounces you on his dick.

You scream, falling against the long-haired man's chest, gasping for air as Curtis buries his face into your sensitive pussy, his rough beard scratching your folds. You flail, arms shooting out for something, anything, but Steve and Ransom aren't done. They keep your grip locked on their angry lengths and fat knots, they come a few seconds apart, their thick seed spurting all over your hands.

"What a good girl, give Curtis your cream." Ari rasps against your gland, the spot so tender from his mouth, he sucks in time with Curtis' on your swollen clit.

The alpha drinks down your juices, growling like a starved man as you squirt again.

"That's it, that's it. Fucking dirty whore, you're gonna take my cum in your ass, I want you to fucking cry like a dumb little pet."

You hiccup, and as soon as Ransom releases your hand, you try to push Curtis away. Your centre is far too sensitive for even a gentle breath, let alone his mouth and facial hair. "N-No more! Please, I can't!"

He leans back, your wetness covering half of his face, and evident in his beard. His chest heaves, "You do that again, and I'll make you take all the eggs, got it?"

"Don't be so mean now, Curtis, you're gonna make her cry even harder." Ransom chuckles.

The blue-eyed man grabs your throat, bringing you close as your head bobs up and down, the bunny ears half off. "You hear me? Don't you ever push me away."

Ari hasn't let up, still tearing apart your puckered hole. "Yes, yes—" You barely manage as tears flow freely and follow the trails of drool and saliva down your face. You sob and shudder through Ari's rough thrusts, digging your nails into the bedsheets.

Ari turns your head and groans loudly, "So pretty when you cry—dirty girl, daddy's gonna fill you up. You're gonna take my fucking cum, whore, take it." He ruthlessly pumps up and his knot pops in, his cum violently shooting against your walls, filling you so deeply, the thick swell keeps him pressed to the hilt, his heavy balls tensing with every spurt.

The feeling of being filled has you toppling over again. Your body eagerly grinds down against Ari's twitching length, forcing him deeper and deeper. Lost in the electric shocks, you don't notice a single thing going on around you. Teetering between worlds, you let them touch you all over, smearing your shared juices, rubbing their cum into your skin, and kissing or licking your tears.

It's downright obscene, the exposed skin heaving breaths, and their soft murmurs.

"Good little pet, you did so good."

"Fuck, we really used her cunt, huh? What a mess."

"If she doesn't close her mouth soon, I'm fucking her throat."

"Barber, are you done over there?" Steve's voice is slightly hushed.

��Yeah, I couldn't get all the angles but it's good, the perfect little film of Arcadia Phi's Pet."

To your horror, Andy is holding a camera and the lens is pointed directly at you. He grins as he presses the button, and the red light switches off.

"Said y-you'd ask.. before." You manage through shivers, both hypersensitive and numb as Ari runs his rough hands all over your body. You blink through blurry vision, "You lied."

"I know, baby, but you were so out of it, why would I interrupt?" Andy tilts his head, "I wouldn't want to ruin the show, because then we'd have to do it again. You want to use the eggs again?"

"N-No…" You trail off, it was true. It was more than overwhelming and you've only just begun, you can't imagine what else is in store. With a rapid pacing of your heart, you reach for him, bottom lip trembling as you wonder why he's so far away, as if he hadn't betrayed you. "I want—kiss please?"

Andy smiles and crawls on the bed and cups your cheeks. He kisses you sweetly, taking control and massaging your tongue with his. His beard tickles your face, and you find yourself forgiving him in an instant.

It was the same story with all the other men. No matter what they did, you'd forgive them for it. Regardless if it was undeserving, you found it harder to hold a grudge, to be away from the alphas who made you feel like you were on top of the world.

That felt like more of a crime than their threats and overbearing tendencies like you were breaking an unofficial boundary every time you questioned their toxicity and controlling behaviours.

Whatever it was, they did this to you, and you aren't angry at them for it.

The next one to meet your lips is Curtis, his cock still throbbing between his thighs as spit escapes from the corners of your lips, his deep groans filling your mouth. Then, it's Ransom, he's less messy than Curtis but far more demanding, you can't do anything but follow his motions, letting him swallow the air from your throat. Steve is an even ground between them, although he spits into your mouth before capturing your lips, your teeth clash when he tilts his head and kisses you as if you're all he's ever wanted.

Which is the truth for all of them.

As he pulls away, that charming grin plays on his shiny lips. Ari shifts you around and his knot tugs at your rim. "Are you done being a cameraman?"

Andy sets down the camera, having recorded your exchanges with the rest of the men. "You up for it?"

"If it means I get to boss you all around," Ari smirks, gently pulling out of your creamy hole, his seed dribbles out your ass, down your skin and onto the wrinkled towel below.

You let out a little sigh at the emptiness, trying to find a position that doesn't make your soreness more evident, and gives your thoroughly fucked holes a rest.

"It isn't any different considering you're president," Ransom remarks.

"Hey, if you want to have a re-election, and lose again, be my guest. I wouldn't mind another victory celebration." Ari snatches the device and moves off the bed. His cock is already hardening again and bobbing between his built legs. "Smile for the camera, sweet girl." You sniffle and try to wipe your face, but Ari tsks. "Don't do that, I want you to be as ruined as possible."

"Always prettiest that way, huh, omega?" Andy hums.

You shudder as lips land on your gland, softly tonguing the spot. "Y-Yes, daddy… Alpha, should I—do I pose?"

You never would've thought you'd willingly participate in a sex tape or a series of them. It could be the dizziness in your head that pushes you right into their trap—but that's what this whole thing was. In the beginning, you were naive enough to wander into their cage of stained glass, marveling at the wonders and affections, while right now, you were stupid enough to stay.

"Yeah, just smile and spread your legs, wanna see how used your holes are. Ah, look at that—the most perfect cumdump, yeah?" He brings the lens to your ruined cunt and ass, giving each a time to shine as your clit twitches, your puffy folds slick and messy, and your puckered hole dribbles with his cum. Then, he captures your shy smile. "There's my pet, so beautiful."

"Especially as a little bunny," Curtis adds, fondly touching the ears.

"Look at you, the star of the show, Arcadia's girl." Ari grins sickeningly, "For this segment, you'll be taking Andy in your mouth, and Steve and Ransom at the same time." He moves back to your soppy holes, his cum getting a special appearance in this little home video once again.

"Okay, daddy." Your mind fades in and out as Andy kisses up your chest, tasting your sweat before reaching your gland, his soft lips suckling the skin. You're taken under their control, limp against whoever is holding you up. "I'll be good…"

"I'm glad, although, I should probably clarify they'll both be in the same hole."

The camera switches to your face to catch your terrified expression, you try to get up but you're immediately pinned again, this time, flat on your back as Steve forces your legs open. Stroking his thick length, then slapping the bulbous tip on your puffy button.

Ari sits next to you, ready to get all the angles. "But don't worry, we'll still listen to you because you get to choose the hole."

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: and there we go !! I hope you all enjoyed that wild ride. I thought the first orgy i'd write would be with the dilfs in Cruel, but this sunny bunny party has been pure filth. Also, nickname spoiler: this reader is called Pet !!

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! Here's the masterlist for this au: 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚

I don't have an update schedule. As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I'd love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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