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some of you weren’t around for the fan fiction dot net purge of 2002 (when they banned explicit content and mass-deleted thousands of fics) and the livejournal purge of 2007 (when they deleted hundreds of blogs, disproportionately targeting queer & kink content) and it shows
The irony of this new breed of self-righteous AI hunters on AO3 is that they're all just copy and pasting peoples fics into AI detectors, which are all operated by AI and therefore THEY are feeding people's work into the algorithm without their consent and in some cases no doubt circumventing the locks people put on to avoid getting scraped...
Don't copy and paste anyone's AO3 work into third party websites, you're not the good guys in this situation?
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Agent California is a Spartan in Project Freelancer. Not happy about her newest mission she's determined to be a pain in the UNSC and the Director's asses until the Director makes a few too many mistakes.
Will most likely follow Freelancer, after it's fall up to Chorus. If OC's aren't your thing please don't read or leave comments, Thanks.
Series Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Slow burn, Violence (torture, fighting, death, etc..) - warnings might change as story progresses and/or for each part.
Chapter warnings: None (?)
Fic:
Cali sat at the table, rubbing her temples in an effort to hold off the oncoming headache as her brothers argued with one another over her current ‘mission’. She knew this was what would happen by pushing back the inevitable of telling the other two what her and K had been up to.
“It’s been two years now, we still don’t have answers. We’re watching her lose herself, for what?!” Lux shouts angrily as he slams his fist down on the table.
“I-I’m with Lux on this one. I want to help Stitch out as much as possible and I’m always down to piss off the UNSC but, what are we actually doing?” Bird asks, nervously glancing between the two.
K casually and calmly remains in his chair never breaking eye contact with Lux, “As of right now, I’m wait-”
“Waiting for the green light-whatever the fuck that means,” Lux huffs with a roll of his eyes, “I’m tired of hearing the same thing over and over. We have enough information from Freelancer to end this. What is going on?”
“I can’t do this.” Cali mutters, slowly standing up.
Let me show them.
Cali lets out a sigh as she sits back down, keenly aware of everyone watching her. She takes a deep breath before meeting each one’s gaze, “K already knows, but, if anyone else finds out, I’ll know who to kill.”
“I’ll help hide your bodies.” K adds sternly.
“I’m concerned now, are you in trouble?” Bird queries as his concern and worry lace his tone and fill his chocolate eyes.
Cali shakes her head, “No…not anymore than usual. Just…just-just things at Freelancer are fucked. And, at this point I’m willing to get who I can out and let Freelancer fade into obscurity.”
“Stitch, how bad?”
She swallows the lump in her throat, “Long story short, I pissed off the Director, he killed me - I think, and now-”
“Now, I’m here and if you two fuck up all the work we’ve done, I’ll personally fry your brains.” The A.I threatens sweetly as she materializes in the middle of the table.
“Holy. Shit.” Lux breathes out.
“No fucking way.” Bird states in disbelief.
“Do you two idiots get it now? Do you finally get why we’ve been so secretive?” K asks, glancing between them.
Bird nods as he tries to poke the A.I.
“You should’ve said something sooner. I’ve got a cousin who can help.” Lux states as he smacks Bird on the back of the head.
“I have things in place for when we’re ready.”
“No. We needed to be ready two years ago. The three of us need to be gone before her ride takes off. There’s more and more leaving every day. We leave now, get everything set up and ready to go that way when she calls us, all we have to do is go get her.”
“How can your cousin help?”
“He has…connections and can help us. He offered last time I spoke to him. Less you know the better.”
K nods in acknowledgement, “Sounds good to me. We’ll all meet up once Stitch burns Freelancer down.”
“I’ll stay close. In case anything happens.” Bird suggests as he stands.
“It’s settled then, Lux and I will handle the ground. Bird will be close by if you need help. And you…you do what you do best, survive.” K states looking over at Cali with a stern but slightly worried look in his eyes.
“I’ll be fine. Like Chief, I’ve got dumb luck on my side.” Cali jokes more so to calm her own nerves.
All three groaned and rolled their eyes.
“Please don’t try to play Chief again. Last time you nearly lost an arm.” Lux reminds her.
Cali chuckles softly as she stands and her A.I disappears with a small wave, “I’ll be fine. Tex is there and she’s damn near indestructible. And, Bird will be close by, I’m sure I could sneak him on as staff if I truly needed.”
“I’d feel better if we all were together, but I get it. This is something you have to do.”
Cali nods, with a small, soft smile, “I know. I can handle this. I’ve gone through worse.”
“That doesn’t make it better.” K sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes for a few moments.
“It’ll work out. It always has with us. We’ll be a group again. I promise.”
You can’t promise that. The A.I warns softly.
“Alright, get over here. You’re not leaving without a hug.” Lux smirks as he holds his arms out.
Her shoulders drop as she reluctantly shuffles over, “You know I hate these.”
“Only because you’re a fun sized Spartan.” He chuckles, leaning down to hug her.
“Careful, I’m closer to your knees than you are.” She teases with a light laugh.
“Careful, I can just toss you over my shoulder and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” he returns softly, leaning down to hug her, giving her a small squeeze, “Don’t forget you’re not alone in this.”
“I know.” She whispers, slowly pulling back and looking up at him.
“If you need more help-”
She rolls her eyes as she takes a few steps back, “I know. Call.”
“I really don’t like you being there alone. Even with Bird close. I haven’t been a fan of this since they chose you.”
“No one’s been a fan of this.” K reminds him sternly, “Now we can do something about it and get our lives back.”
“More like start living.” Lux states under his breath.
“Come on, before they start fighting over plans again.” Bird lightly nudges her as he walks by, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll be sure to keep in touch.”
“Lux, don’t start.” K growls.
Cali takes one look at both of them before scurrying after Bird, “They like that often?”
“Ever since you first said you were doing this.” He returns softly, keeping his gaze straight ahead as they walk.
“When I agreed to go? I didn’t have much choice.”
“I know. They know that. Lux just–Lux wishes it was someone else, anyone else. Hell, either one of us would gladly take your place if it meant you were safe and out of harm's way.”
“Why?”
“I know you think being short has given you some kind of advantage - and it does to a point- but, being all five foot four inches, also just makes you easier to target, especially as a Spartan. We’re not exactly liked or disliked by the universe, and I–all of us can’t stand the thought of losing you to anything for any reason. You’re our little sister, Spartan or not, we want the best for you.”
She looks up at him as he speaks. She’s never known Bird to be so…sentimental and worried. “But-what if what was best for me was to let me go?”
He stops, looking down at her, “What’s her name?”
“His name is Wash, Washington. He’s also a Freelancer, and no there’s no actual labels so I can’t really say he’s my boyfriend but…he’s–he does make me happy and makes being there a little better.”
“Does he feel the same?”
“I-I…I think so. Even if not, I’m okay with it just lasting as long as Freelancer does.”
“No. No, no. Not gonna happen. You two will stay together even if I have to kidnap both of you and take you somewhere else.”
She softly laughs, “Bird, I don’t think you need to go that drastic. We’ll be okay. Whatever happens.”
“I’ll kill him if he hurts you. I don’t even care if you break up with him, I’ll end him.” He warns trying to sound scary, only sounding like a kid pretending to be scary.
“Mhm, you’ll have to get in line behind Lux and K. and that’s if there’s even anything left.”
He snorts as they continue walking down the hall. “That’s true. Plus, I could comfort you and make them jealous that I got some good good Stitch cuddles.”
“You guys are the weirdest brothers.” she states with a laugh, lightly shaking her head.
“We love you. Now, go, I’ll catch up later.” He leans down, giving her a tight hug before giving her a little shove towards the ship that would take her back to Mother of Invention.
“I love you guys too. Be careful.” She whispers as she returns his hug before going up the ramp, stopping to take one last look at Bird and giving a small half-hearted wave and continuing to board the ship.
This isn’t going to be easy anymore. The A.I states with a hint of weariness in her tone.
fandom etiquette as a whole died when people who didn’t grow up on fandoms became stans during lockdown, yes, but why am i seeing people openly mocking fics on twitter. why am i seeing screenshots of fics with captions like “bro what is this 😭.” why am i seeing people mock fic writers for not knowing how sports or theater or college or any other organization operates in the real world.
“college is absolutely nothing like this” “why are we writing four people on the team scoring a hat trick in one game” “so tech work is nothing like this, hope that helps!”
if you don’t like a fic, and if you can’t suspend your belief enough to enjoy a fic that exaggerates or ignores real-world orgs, you don’t have to read it. you don’t have to screenshot it and put it on blast for twitter. you don’t have to post a link to it in the replies. the back button is literally there on your phone. it’s not giving baby’s first fandom anymore, it’s giving entitled asshole and it isn’t as cute as you think it is.
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Agent California is a Spartan in Project Freelancer. Not happy about her newest mission she's determined to be a pain in the UNSC and the Director's asses until the Director makes a few too many mistakes.
Will most likely follow Freelancer, after it's fall up to Chorus. If OC's aren't your thing please don't read or leave comments, Thanks.
Series Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Slow burn, Violence (torture, fighting, death, etc..) - warnings might change as story progresses and/or for each part.
Chapter warnings: Fluff,
Fic:
Cali sat on Washington’s cot, his blanket over her lap as she massages her temples in an effort to banish the oncoming headache. She knew it was from not sleeping and stress, she was just struggling with time management and taking care of herself, among other things.
Should’ve gone to sleep when I suggested.
She lets out an annoyed sigh.
“Got a headache?” Wash asks as he turns in his chair at his desk to face her.
“A small one, yeah. Haven’t been sleeping well.” She admits softly as she meets his gaze.
“I can fix that.” He offers a soft smile as he stands up, grabbing the spare hairbrush from his drawer.
“Fix a stress or tension headache with a brush?” She questions with a little chuckle.
“Yes, smartass, with a brush. I’m taking that lazy braid out and redoing it for you as well. Scooch up.” He motions for her to move up.
She playfully rolls her eyes as she moves up, giving him enough room to sit behind her with his legs stretched out on either side.
“It’s not lazy, just loose.” she giggles softly as she pulls the hair tie free.
“Please,” he scoffs lightly, gently undoing the braid and combing his fingers through her hair, “I used to do my sisters’ hair all the time. I know a half-assed braid when I see one.”
She chuckles lightly, “Okay, half-assed, yes. But I did my best this morning while half awake with a headache. And it was covered by my helmet.”
“Mhm. If you say so.”
“So mean to me.” She playfully pouts.
He gently guides her head back and presses a kiss to her forehead, “If I’m so mean, why do you keep coming back?”
She thought about it for a second, desperately trying to fight the smirk as she spoke, “The sex. Definitely the sex.”
He lightly rolls his eyes with a small hint of a smile, “Now it’ll be for the massages and sex.”
“Can’t wait.” She giggles, looking straight ahead and closing her eyes as he runs the brush through her hair.
Wash brushes her hair till he’s confident all the tangles are gone before he starts gently but firmly massaging her scalp, starting at her forehead and working his way back and around.
She lets out a barely audible moan, relaxing completely under his touch. She couldn’t remember the last time someone played with her hair.
He slowly guides her head forward as he massages the back of her head and neck, faltering slightly when he brushes up against her implant scar.
Her eyes quickly opened, breath catching, as she quickly tried to come up with an excuse for it.
Don’t ask me for help. I got nothing!
He parted her hair, draping each half over her shoulders, lightly touching the scar again, “When did—“ he cleared his throat, “Did this happen when you fell…?”
She softly shakes her head, unable to make herself speak. The words were there; she just couldn't get them out.
“So before? And I never noticed till now? Even with—”
“Wash—“
He lightly places a kiss to the scar before placing her hair back over it and going back to massaging her scalp and occasionally combing his fingers through her hair to help with tangles.
Her eyes fluttered shut as relaxation flooded over her and any attempt at words was lost. All she could think about was how good this felt, how relaxed she was, and how tired she was becoming.
She could feel his fingers moving through her hair. Barely registering when he switched back to the brush and began braiding her hair.
“From now on, don’t braid your own hair. Come to me.”
“My braid really offended you?”
“No, but I can just hear my sisters throwing a fit for letting that happen and doing nothing.” He chuckles.
“Fine. When I want my hair braided I’ll let you do it.”
“Thank you.” He returns softly, letting her braid rest down the middle of her back and pressing a kiss to her exposed neck before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close against him.
A smile graces her face as she places her hands on his arms and leans into him, “Almost anything for you.”
“Almost? Why almost?”
“I do think there should be a limit of some sort. You’ve already jumped into a pit for me, not sure how I could top that if it means massages and free braids.”
“I’m sure we could work out some kind of barter system.”
She laughs as she rests her head against his shoulder, “You braid my hair in exchange for what, cuddles, sex?”
“Pretty much.” He laughs, giving her a small squeeze.
“Mmmm, I’ll think about it.” she teases with a small laugh.
“I can also sweeten the deal,” he whispers lowly in her ear, slowly sliding his right hand down her body to her thigh, giving it a slight squeeze.
She bites back the groan in her throat, “Don’t make a promise you can’t keep.”
“Have I let you down yet?” He nips at the base of her neck.
“..no.” She breathes out, leaning her head to the side to give him more access as she reaches back, tangling her fingers in his hair.
“Give me some credit then.” He gently bites her neck, softly sucking and licking the skin eliciting a sultry moan and tug on his hair.
She starts to shift her body to face him more as he kisses the hickey he left, trailing wet kisses up her neck and along her jaw when a quick rap on the door popped the bubble they’d been in.
“Please be clothed, I don’t need to be scared like that again.” North teases as he walks in, shielding his eyes.
Wash lets out an annoyed groan, placing her braid over the fresh hickey, “No one’s naked.”
North cautiously peeks through his fingers before lowering his hand and closing the door, “Thank god. I’d hate to have Wash sex dreams.”
“More like nightmares,” Cali chimes in with a laugh as she gently squeezes his hand.
“I hate both of you.” Wash huffs.
“Love you too, bud,” North chuckles as he walks to his cot and sits down. “What’re you two doing other than hiding from everyone else.”
“I have a small headache and an offensive braid.” Cali answers with a smile, lightly touching the braid.
“Oh and I ruined the headache part. My bad. I can leave.” he jests with a smirk.
“Already ruined it,” Wash grumbles.
Cali lightly smacks his arm, “He’ll live. Why are you hiding?”
“Oh, South pissed Carolina off again and I just..can’t do it right now. I love my sister, but she's a lot.” North sighs. “It’s not hard to piss either of them off. South just has a shorter fuse. I’m trying not to let her bullshit get to me-create some kind of boundary or something. I can’t keep picking up after her.”
“But you’ll continue to do so.” Cali returns softly.
“Yeah, I know.” North lets out a deep sigh as he lays down, “One day.”
Cali starts to say something but stops herself, looking over her shoulder at Washington before lightly touching the now overly sensitive spot on her neck.
Wash offers a sheepish smile, whispering, “Sorry.”
“When I get a mirror.”
He chuckles softly as he pulls her down with him, pulling the blanket up over their heads and giving her a matching hickey on the other side.
yall ever start writing a fic in a certain mood and the next day youre not in that certain mood anymore so now you gotta wait until youre in that mood again so you can continue writing the fic ??
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Merc Trash and I'm not sorry. It was a wild idea I had about the boys taking in a roommate and essentially becoming a throuple. I was gonna do a whole thing with this so I kept the name of the OC I was gonna use other than that, enjoy!
Warnings: SMUT, absolutely nothing but smut. Eating out, Blow jobs, Threesomes, Double penetration, some fluff but just smut merc garbage. MMF
Fic:
Jasmine’s first day in her new place was the first time she finally felt at peace and comfortable. The same feeling has remained ten months in. At first she was worried about having two male roommates when her last one was so horrible but, these two basically worshiped her.
Isaac was the first to welcome her and make her feel comfortable. Getting her bags, meeting her at the door after work, and constantly offering to have his hands on her. Which was rejected more often than allowed.
While Sam took some time, but once he warmed up to her, how did the place get that much better. He’d do random acts of service for her, leaving gifts here and there, not to mention the few times they shared a bed.
Currently she sat on her bed, wearing one of Sam’s shirts as she works in her sketchbook. The only light source coming from her tv and the small lamp on her bedside table.
“Jasmine?” His gravely voice reverberates through the room.
She slowly looks up at him.
“You said you wouldn’t wear that, flor pequeña.” He scolds lightly, as he walks in, barely closing the door behind him.
She looks down before meeting his gaze, shrugging, “I just grabbed something. Didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”
He chuckles lowly as he grabs her by the hips and pulls her further down on the bed, earning a small surprised squeal from her, “Only one of us got lucky tonight.”
He slides his hands slowly up her thighs, gently squeezing, never breaking eye contact with her. He trials kisses up along her left thigh, a deep growl vibrating through his chest as his fingers brush against her unclothed folds. Quickly pushing the shirt up over her waist.
“Chica traviesa.” He breathlessly scolds before running the tip of his tongue over her folds and swirling it around her clit.
She gasps, one hand gripping the blanket, the other tangling in his hair, whimpering, “Sam.”
He groans in response as he takes her clit in his mouth, lightly sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Holding her waist down with one hand while his other hand slides up underneath the shirt to palm at her breast, lightly pinching and rolling her nipple between his index and thumb.
Her moans urging him on. He licks a strip up along her folds, teasing her entrance with his tongue. Eating her out until her legs shake.
“Please, Sammy.” She begs, writhing underneath him.
He chuckles, gently biting her inner thigh and ordering her to take the shirt off.
She quickly pulls the shirt off, throwing it to the side at the same time he lifts her up, laying on the bed and holding her against him. Gently cradling her face with one hand and capturing her lips in a heated kiss. She melts into him, tangling her fingers in his onyx hair as she teases the head of his cock with her entrance.
“Mi hermosa flor.” He whispers in her right ear, thrusting up as her hips go down.
Her head rolled back as her eyes closed and a deep moan escaped her lips. Her hands resting on his chest, “Fuck.”
He grips onto her waist as she takes every last inch of him. Her nails lightly dig into his skin as he slowly rolls his hips.
“Sam.” She groans, meeting his silver gaze.
He reaches up, cupping her face with his left hand and gently bringing it down to his, taking her lips in a deep kiss. Swallowing each moan as she rode him. Up and down, up and down, her walls tightening around him with each motion. A deep growl vibrates through his chest as she pulls back breathlessly, face flushed.
“Please.” She begs breathlessly, rolling her hips as her legs shake.
Quickly and effortlessly without messing up the rhythm she started, he flips them over, placing her legs over his shoulders, and hands on either side as he continues to thrust in and out. She reaches down, rubbing her clit back and forth.
“Flor traviesa.” He groans, covering her mouth with his hand as he picks up the pace. Enjoying the fucked out bliss on her face as he sends her over the edge with a muffled cry, squirting around him as her walls milked him for all he has.
He removed his hand from her mouth as a small dazed giggle slipped past her swollen lips.
“Well, I guess I know why you weren’t answering me.” Isaac states slowly as he stands in her open doorway.
“Maldita puerta.” Sam grumbles under his breath before looking over at him while grabbing the sheet for Jasmine, “What do you want?”
“I was gonna order takeout but you seem to have already eaten.” Isaac winks as he leans against the doorframe.
Sam rolls his eyes as he slowly and gently pulls out, gently massaging her thigh as he stands from the bed, pulling his pants back on.
“How long have you been there?” Jasmine asks as she holds the sheet up against her chest, sitting up in bed.
“Long enough to know this isn’t the first time you two’ve fucked.”
“Aww is someone jealous he didn’t get to first.” She teases with a playful pout.
He narrows his eyes at her before walking away.
“I’ll handle him.” Sam assures her, grabbing the rest of his clothes and leaving her room. Being sure the door closes completely.
She stares after them for a moment before forcing herself to get up, clean up and change the sheets before passing out.
The next few days she would describe it as a little awkward. Isaac seemed to avoid her. If she was coming down the hallways he’d literally walk out onto the balcony until she left or went back to her room. She hated it and the only thing she knew what to do was to stay out of his way until she finally had enough.
Five days had gone by and he hadn’t spoken a word to her and avoided her. It was just the two of them one day, Sam had to help Mason with something so she was taking the chance to knock some sense into him.
She stood outside his room, consistently banging on his door after finding the rest of the apartment empty. She could hear his aggravated footsteps coming closer as she continued to beat his door.
He quickly threw the door open, glaring at her as her fist freezes just inches from his face, “Why the hell are you beating my door?”
“Cause I’m tired of being ignored. So what you saw was what you saw. No big deal.” She shrugs, letting her hand fall to her side, “We can talk about it instead of ignoring me.”
He arched an eyebrow in amusement as a smirk tugged at his lips, leaning against his door, “You think I want to talk about what I saw?”
She nods.
“Fine,” he steps aside, gesturing her in, “let’s talk.”
She walked inside feeling proud of herself, “I’ll be honest. Other than yelling at you for being a jerk and avoiding me I didn’t have much planned.”
He closes his door before walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, leaning down and speaking lowly, “I don’t wanna talk about what I saw. I do want to do something about it.”
Her heart sped up as his breath fanned across her exposed skin, “So you-you’ve been avoiding me because-“
“The sight of you naked, getting fucked was a beautiful sight.” He nips at her neck, trailing his fingers up and down her sides, gently squeezing her waist, “just a shame it wasn’t me.”
“You think you can do better?” She challenges as she leans back against him, feeling his cock struggling against his jeans against her ass.
Without a word, he lifts her up carrying her over to his bed and lightly tossing her down into it. Not wasting time, he quickly and deftly slips her shorts and panties off, teasing her folds with his finger for a second before attaching his mouth to her clit. Sucking, rolling, and flicking it with his tongue, her legs wrapped around his head as she pants and whines for more.
“This is about you and what I want to do to you. Can you handle that?” He growls, sliding a finger into her.
She desperately nods as she meets his gaze, “I’m yours right now.”
“Good girl.” He praises, adding a second finger, pumping them in and out as he toys with her clit with his tongue, occasionally spelling out his name earning desperate moans from her as her walls tightened around his fingers.
He abruptly pulls his fingers out, pulling his face back just enough for his hot breath to fan across her soaked pussy, “You don’t get to cum yet. Only when I say.”
She whimpers, trying to press her thighs together for some friction as she bites her bottom lip.
He holds her legs open, licking up along her folds, dipping his tongue into her entrance before sucking her clit, repeating the same thing over and over as she writhes beneath him breathing heavily, soaking his bedsheet beneath her.
He places his leg beneath one of hers while holding the other up with his arm as he lifts her shirt with his free hand, trailing nips and wet kisses up along her body till he gets to her breasts. He kisses the valley between them before taking his time with each one, kneading, licking, sucking, kissing, biting each one, taking the nipple between his finger and thumb rolling it as he brushes his hard on against her exposed clit.
She’s quick to pull her shirt off arching into his touch with a groan. Desperately wanting more, desperately wanting to cum.
“Up on your knees.” He orders gravely as he stands up, unbuttoning his jeans.
She did what she was told and knelt on his bed. He raised her hips a little higher as he laid beneath her, lowering her to sit on his face as he devoured her pussy, playing with her breasts and nipples. She braced her hands against the wall as the endorphins spread through her as the abundance of stimulation and pleasure.
“ ‘sac, please”. She breathes out, legs trembling on either side of his head.
He growls, taking her clit between his teeth as he pinches both of her nipples causing her to cry out and buck her hips. He slowly slid his hands down to her hips, lifting enough to order her to cum before going back to eating her out.
She did as told once again and came.
He never stopped, only lapped up every last ounce of her before flipping her onto her back, “Such a good girl, doing what she’s told.” He praises, pushes his pants down, freeing his hard, throbbing cock.
She stared at it, part of her wanting to taste him while the other part was too horny and just wanted that dick inside doing what that mouth just did.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart.” He orders, pumping his hand up and down his shaft.
She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out.
“Fuck.” He groans at the sight before placing the tip of his cock on her tongue.
She doesn’t wait for instructions before wrapping her lips around his cock, swirling her tongue over the tip before taking him as far as she could, pulling back to the head, swirling her tongue around the tip and repeating, occasionally flattening her tongue against his shaft or hollowing her cheeks.
After a few minutes of her doing that, he tangles his fingers in her hair, holding her head still as he thrust in and out of her mouth. She left her mouth open with her tongue out as he fucked her throat. She reached down, toying with her clit and groaning around his cock.
He pulls out, leaving her looking up at him with sad puppy eyes, he leans down, capturing her lips in an aggressive kiss as he lifts her up, sitting on the bed and having her straddle his lap with her back against his chest. He holds his throbbing cock to her clit, leaning them both back to expose her cunt a little more and lightly slapping his cock against her entrance and clit as he roughly made out with her, drinking in each moan and twitch from her.
He teases her entrance with the head of his cock, slowly sliding it in and guiding her hips down until he’s completely filled her.
“So fucking tight.” He groans, rubbing her clit in circles.
She rolls her hips in time with his fingers, head resting against his shoulder, moaning.
“How many times have you and Ortez fucked?” He asks, almost completely pulling out, leaving only the tip in her entrance.
“A few.” She whimpers.
“I’m gonna make you forget those few times.” He warns lowly as he lifts her up. Keeping her back to him, he puts her face down on the bed, holding her left arm behind her, giving her a second to get her knees under her before he plunges back in, bottoming out as his balls slap against her clit.
“Fuck!” She cries out in pleasure, backing into him to meet his thrust, gripping onto his arm and digging her nails into skin.
He chuckles lowly, as he pulls almost completely out and does it again. Both of them moaning out loud. He slows his thrusts, taking his time with each one, slapping her ass every so often. Savory how her walls welcomed and held his cock as the sweetest sounds fell from her lips, filling his room with a sweet song of skin slapping skin, her soaked pussy drinking every inch of him and their heavy breathing and moans topping it all off.
Without warning he pulls out, laying beside her and helping her lift herself up over his waist. She helps guide him in, quickly placing her hands in his chest as he quickly and roughly thrusts into her, breasts bouncing up and down with each motion.
He tangles his fingers in her hair, bringing her face to his, “You better fucking scream when you cum.” He growls before placing a rough kiss to her lips.
She nods as she moans into the kiss, meeting his hips with each thrust the best she could the closer she got to her climax. “Yes, sir.”
He groans, tightening his grip on her hair for a second before letting go and thrusting into her with reckless abandon, giving into his needs.
She dug her nails into his chest as she came around his cock with a scream. Unable to hold back once he gave the okay.
“Fucking beautiful.” He moans, coating her walls as he squeezes her waist hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises.
“Isaac.” She whimpers breathlessly, legs trembling as she lays against him trying to catch her breath.
“Don’t worry. I’m not as mean as Sam. I won’t pull out right away.” He whispers with a smirk, lightly rubbing her back.
She giggles softly, “Not what I was gonna say.”
“Mm. What was it then?”
“Was gonna ask if you feel better? And if…your legs work.”
He laughs, “Better than yours. I’ll carry you wherever your highness.”
She lightly smacks his arm, lifting herself enough to pull herself off his dick and lay beside him.
He groans disapprovingly at her actions, wrapping his arms around and holding her close, “Who’s better? I know who’s louder.”
She laughs, propping herself up on her elbow and looking down at him, “He covers my mouth so you can’t claim that title.”
“Son of a bitch.” He huffs, sitting up.
“Do you really need to have one up on him?” She asks, standing and searching her clothes.
“Yes. I wanted to be the one to fuck you first and he took that. Apparently has been doing so for a while. While listening to how badly I’ve wanted you.”
She hums in thought as she pulls her shirt on, “a few months isn’t—“ she stops herself as she tries to count how many times she and Sam had snuck around.
“A few months. No, nope this ends.” He mutters, waving his hand around as he pulls a pair of sweatpants on, leaving her alone in his room.
She stares after him dumbfounded for a moment before shaking her head to clear it, pulling her shorts on and heading straight to her personal bathroom to shower.
The rest of the day the apartment was spent in eerie silence. She didn’t hear or see either man.
She spent the first half of the next day alone, wandering the apartment on sore legs. She softly hums as she stands in the kitchen searching their tea drawer for something that sounds good.
“Looking for something?” Isaac asks smugly as he steps into the kitchen.
“Depends on what you have in mind.” She chuckles softly, closing the drawer and turning to face him, noting the devilish smirk on his face and glint in his eyes.
“Come with me and find out.” He holds his hand out to her.
She shrugs as she places her hand in his. Letting him guide her back towards her bedroom. “What’s going on?”
He stops, moving behind her and placing a blindfold over her eyes, “Sam and I came up with a solution to having you choose who’s better. And being left out.”
She lets out a deep sigh, “Okay? Do I get some guesses?”
“That would ruin the fun. At least we’re not making you choose.” Isaac answers as he guides her down the hall to her room.
“You don’t have to choose. Just enjoy, flor pequeña.” Sam whispers in her ear as he takes her hands and gently pulls her into the room.
Her heart began racing at the endless possibilities. Before she could say anything Sam shut her up with a soft kiss, hands gently exploring her body as Isaac tends to her neck. Both leaving her weak in the knees.
Isaac slides his hands up her thighs, fingers dipping past her shorts, growling when he brushes against her unclothed lips, “You dirty girl.”
She moans, leaning back against him as he toys with her lips, barely brushing against her clit.
Sam takes the opportunity to swiftly pull her shirt off, latching onto her left breast, sucking and flicking the nipple with his tongue while rolling her right nipple between his finger and thumb.
She lets out a pleasurable gasp as she arches into his touch, “Please.. I need more.” She whimpers, pushing her ass against Isaac’s groin.
He groans, slipping a finger inside, “Have some patience.”
She whimpers as Sam kisses the valley between her breasts switching his attention to the other breast.
Isaac slowly slides her shorts down, taking her right leg and propping it up on the bed as he kneels in front of her, licking a strip up along her folds and toying with her clit.
She almost loses her balance as she gasps, gripping onto Sam’s shirt.
“I got you, flor pequeña,” Sam whispers in her ear, gently biting at the base of her neck, holding her up with one hand.
She wraps her arms around his neck, hips moving in time with Isaac’s tongue.
He grips onto her hips, holding her in place as he sucks her clit, running the tip of his tongue over it in every direction.
Her moans are the only other sound echoing through the room. As he pulls away, gently nipping her thigh and lightly pushing her backwards onto the corner of the bed.
Before she could ask anything Sam’s hands were on her thighs, spreading them apart as he ran his tongue over her clit, slowly eating her out.
Her legs twitch at the stimulation as Isaac guides her face towards the left, ordering her to open her mouth. She opens her mouth with her tongue out, moaning as he places his cock on her tongue, wasting no time in returning the favor.
“God damn it.” He groans, slightly thrusting his hips a little more each time. Losing himself in the feel and vibrations of her mouth.
She could feel her legs being brought up to her chest as the tip of Sam’s cock pressed against her entrance. She hums eagerly, ripping the blindfold off and shifting enough to see him slowly stretch her out as he slides the entire length of his cock in without losing her pace on sucking Isaac’s cock, teasing the tip with her tongue.
“Oh fuck, she’s so turned on right now.” Isaac comments, pulling her hair back out of her face with one hand and using his free hand to massage her breasts.
“Fucking soaked.” Sam growls, rubbing his thumb over her clit as her walls flutter and adjust around him.
Isaac growls, quickly pulling out of her mouth, earning a small disapproved whine from her. Ignoring it he moves down by Sam, leaning over and licking at her opening around his cock before turning his attention to her clit, slowly pumping his cock with his hand.
She lets out a small pleasured scream, gripping at the sheet beneath her, completely at their mercy.
Sam groans as he slowly begins thrusting in and out of her, unable to take his eyes off her face as pure ecstasy flows through her. The second their eyes connect he snaps his hips with the pure intent of making her scream.
Isaac kisses, licks and nips his way from her clit up to her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. Always keeping two fingers on her clit, rubbing it in circles, side to side, spelling out their names and lightly flicking it as Sam pulls the sweetest, loudest moans and cries of pleasure from her. When she does cum for the first time she soaks the corner of the bed and Sam with a loud cry of his name.
Isaac kisses along her collarbone as Sam gently fucks her through it.
“Stay in there, big guy. Don’t pull out just yet.” Isaac states as he moves between her legs, instantly replacing Sam when he pulls out.
She groans, watching them in bliss before motion for Sam to stand by her head. The moment he’s close enough she grabs onto his thighs, pulling him closer and taking his cock in her mouth. Sucking and licking it clean.
He groans, leaning into her touch.
“Oh fuck. That’s hot.” Isaac groans, watching as he slowly rolls his hips into hers.
She moans, unable to think about anything other than keeping her teeth to herself.
Isaac keeps his eyes on her as he fucks into her, taking her right hand and having her play with herself, groaning, “Fuck. Just like that, good girl.”
She moans and whimpers, wrapping her legs around Isaac’s waist, pulling him closer.
“That’s right baby, cum for me.” He coaxes as he places his fingers over hers, applying a little more pressure to her clit and sending her over the edge with another pleasurable cry.
“I think she’s ready.” Isaac states as he pulls out, admiring her fucked out form on the bed.
Sam grunts in response, trailing his fingers along her arms as he gently lifts her up, turning her around and sliding beneath her.
She rests her head against his shoulder as he slowly pushes his cock up into her, groaning and rolling her hips. A few thrusts from him before Isaac places his hands on her hips and lining himself up with entrance, slowly and as gently as possible, stretching her open to slide his cock in with Sam’s.
She rests her cheek against his shoulder, looking back as Isaac reaches between their bodies to rub her clit.
“That’s it. Relax, flor pequeña.” Sam coaxes, rubbing her back as Isaac toys with her clit, slowly inching further inside.
“It’s tight.” She whines.
“Not for long.” Isaac assures her as he continues circling her clit. Slowly thrusting in and out, creating a rhythm for Sam to follow.
Isaac places his hand on the middle of her back as he pushes the entirety of his cock inside. Both him and Sam moving in sync, her hips instinctively moving down to meet their thrusts as her eyes glazed over with pleasure, moaning loudly with each motion.
“That’s it.” Isaac coos, increasing his pace, holding her against him, “Look at this pretty face, lost in pleasure. And you didn’t think she’d take us both.”
Sam growls as he massages her breast, teasing her nipples.
Isaac leaves a hickey on her shoulder as she cum on both of them. He slips out, moving up and guiding her face down, her mouth instantly opening for him, praising her “That’s my girl.”
She groans as she cleans him, rolling her hips and meeting every thrust. She runs her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, licking the tip and pumping her hand up and down his shaft.
“Joder, flor. Justo ahí.” Sam groans, slamming up into her, losing himself as his own orgasm rips through him and he coats her walls.
Isaac groans, thrusting into her hand as she closes her mouth around his tip, swallowing every last drop of cum that came out. He groans at the sight, running his thumb over her lips before helping her climb off Sam.
“I’ll get the sheets, you take shower duty.” Isaac states, passing her off to Sam as he stands.
“That’s fine and all but, who’s gonna get food?” Jasmine asks, looking between the boys as Sam guides her to her bathroom.
“I’ll have Mason drop something off.” Isaac answers, already stripping her bed.
She used the wall for support.
“Are you okay?” Sam asks in concern as he glances over at her.
She nods, “Will be very sore tomorrow.”
“Dont’ worry. You won’t have to do anything. We’ll take care of you, flor pequeña.” he assures her as he helps her into the shower, standing under the water with her, holding her close.
“What now?” She asks, looking up at him.
“We keep your legs broken.” He teases with a gentle squeeze.
“We’ll have to come up with a schedule. Can’t let you two think you have all the power.” She chuckles, reaching around him to turn the heat on the water up.
“More like just Gates.” Sam mutters.
“This is very true.” she laughs.
“What’s true?” Isaac asks as he steps in behind her.
“That I get to be in charge of the schedule.” She states proudly, smiling over her shoulder at him.
“Okay,” He slowly nods his head, “I can live with that as long as you don’t give him more days than me.”
“I’ll consider it. For now, enjoy the shower because I’m not leaving my bed for the rest of the day.”
“Done. Whatever you want, queen.” Isaac confirms.
She giggles softly as she uses Sam for support, letting Isaac wash her hair. She wasn’t quite sure what happened in her life to lead her here but she was thanking everything in the universe for putting her with these two amazing men.
