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He/Him See Masterlist for Reader Insert info.

[chaostheoryy]

chaostheorry's masc-inclusive collection

As I’m sure you’ve all noticed, there’s loads of female reader insert stories out there for just about every fandom you can think of. The number of male and transmasc-inclusive stories pales in comparison. To help promote more diverse readership, I figured I should put together a collection of my reader insert fics that feature a reader who is either explicitly stated as male (cisgender or trans) or described as having female genitalia without being labeled as cisgender female (ex: transmasculine).

M! = male reader (implied or stated), he/him pronouns, reader is described as having male genitalia if sexual content is included

FTM! = transgender male reader, he/him pronouns used but the reader is described as having female genitalia

AFAB! = reader is described as having female genitalia but she/her pronouns are not used, can be read as transmasc or cis female

+ = explicit content (minors please do not read)

Characters I'm currently interested in writing for:

Ryland Grace (Project Hail Mary)

Finney Blake (Black Phone 2)

Clark Kent (Superman)

Tyler Owens (Twisters)

Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Walter (Alien)

For my complete Masterlist of reader inserts (includes F! and GN! readers), click here.

**List will be updated with new stories as they are published!**

M!Reader (Male)

Tyler Owens (Twisters)

Not His First Rodeo +

Two Scoops of Celebration

Alan Grant (Jurassic Park)

Good Boy +

FTM!Reader (Transgender Male)

Ryland Grace (Project Hail Mary)

Sex Ed

Finney Blake (The Black Phone 2)

High On Trust +

David 8 (Alien franchise)

Wet Dreams +

Walter 1 (Alien franchise)

At Your Command +

AFAB!Reader (Assigned Female at Birth)

John Walker (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Just Another Mistake +

David 8 (Alien franchise)

A Pleasant Surprise +

Cobb Vanth (Star Wars)

Crawlin' Back to You +

The Beauty of the Beast +

[userfish]

this pride month we’re all going to be radically pro transgender. or else.

[fishmirrors]

"This might seem like me betraying you, but this is actually me believing in you."

(expand for detail)

[seasonofhorror]

ALIEN

1979, dir. Ridley Scott

[alivedean]

destiel + insane shit they say to each other

[asystolle]

PROJECT HAIL MARY (2026) dir. Phil Lord, Chris Miller Cinematography by Greig Fraser

Grace. Rocky. Save stars.

[emziess]

I figured all of us Harringtons, we would pack into something like this and just see the country.

Stranger Things

[avatarmerida]

Happy pride month to the tiny cowboy and tiny Trojan man from Night at the Museum

[futurakid]

[leg-stealing-bee]

[closetedguyy]

[knitordeath]

This hands down the best comment in the notes, I will not be taking criticism.

[song-of-sea-and-sky]

happy pride month 2021 I ain’t quittin’ you…

[msue0027]

[maxstarfall]

[gengaritez]

[pumpkin--rabbit]

[minyicho]

[chaostheoryy]

The fact that I posted two FTM!Reader pieces in the last couple weeks and got zero traction on either of them is actually disheartening.

[chaostheoryy]

Sex Ed [Ryland Grace X FTM!Reader]

Summary: On one of his many meetings with Rocky in the tunnel that connects their ships, Dr. Grace is confronted with an unexpected topic of conversation: human reproduction. As a trans man who has yet to disclose his identity to the only other living crewmate on board, your anxiety spikes upon hearing about this new exchange of knowledge.

Word Count: 1.6K

Reader: Transgender Male (he/him pronouns used)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: General discussions of sex and gender

Notes: I started writing this a few weeks ago with the sole intention of drafting a smut fic with a trans male reader. But lo and behold, my affection for Ryland Grace took over and this became something softer. Considering a part 2 that leans into that original NSFW intention so lemme know if y'all are interested!

“How humans reproduce, question?”

Grace’s head jerks backward with a tiny shake of disbelief. He adjusts his glasses and glances at the laptop screen to verify that what he had heard matches the words written in the translation box.

“Oh. Uh…That’s a pretty loaded question, Rock,” he says, “It’s kind of a private thing, really.”

“Explain.”

“Listen, I’m all for the exchange of knowledge here but don’t know if this is a very ‘safe for work’ conversation—“

“Grace being brat.”

“I’m not being a brat. And, now that you say that. I’m really starting to think I shouldn’t have taught you that word...” Grace clears his throat, arms crossing instinctively as he refocuses his argument. “Like we’ve discussed several times before—in ways that were very professional by the way, and not at all highlighting my insecurities—humans are very emotional creatures.”

“Leaky space blobs.”

“Exactly. And because we’re leaky space blobs who have big emotions and difficulty talking about them, we don’t really discuss ‘reproduction’ with anyone other than our mates. And our doctors, I guess.”

“Mary says you are doctor.”

“Yes, but not that kind of doctor.”

“You are school teacher. Teach Rocky.”

Grace lets out a long sigh. Rocky may be an extremely brilliant, several hundred year old engineer from another planet, but he’s just as stubborn and chock-full of curiosity as Grace’s students back on Earth. Only problem is Rocky doesn’t have the itty bitty attention span of a middle schooler. Once he has the desire to understand something, it’s hard to take his mind off of it.

“In the shortest, simplest of terms: boy meets girl, they do a weird little dance where the boy sticks part of his body inside the girl, and…” He makes a vague ‘explosion’ gesture with his right hand. “Y’know. Nine months later, the girl pushes a seven pound human baby out of her body.”

“Grace pushed out human baby, question?”

“What? No!” He says quickly. “I’m not a girl.”

“Grace is boy. Grace Friend is girl, question?”

“No, he’s also a boy. Man. We’re both men.”

“Men, question?”

“It’s what we call boys when they reach a certain age. Grown-up boys. Which, I should clarify, men reproduce. Not boys. If it were boys, it would be…not good.”

“Grace and Grace Friend cannot be mates because both are men.”

“Correct,” he affirms before catching himself. If color rises to his cheeks as he explains the next part, he tries not to dwell on the reason. “Okay, well, that’s actually—No. We could still ‘mate’ technically but we wouldn’t produce any offspring. At least, I’m pretty sure.”

“Rocky confused.”

“I don’t blame you. But trust me, pal, if I try to explain sex, gender, and the difference between reproductive sex and casual intercourse, we’re going to be here for hours. And I’ve already drank the rest of Ilyukhina’s vodka so I really don’t know if I have it in me to sub for Hail Mary Sex Ed.”

Rocky doesn’t say anything in return. While the Eridian doesn’t have eyes to stare right at him, Grace can’t help but feel like his counterpart is peering straight through to his soul. The mute judgement burns hotter than the astrophage in the Hail Mary’s engine.

“Fine,” he caves after an unbearably long moment of silence, “But if either of us throws up when we get to the miracle of childbirth, I don’t wanna hear any complaints.”

****

You’re in the midst of taking inventory of the ship’s rations when Grace returns from the tunnel. It isn’t unusual for there to be bags under his eyes but right now he’s looking particularly exhausted.

“How’s the neighbor?” You ask.

Grace collapses onto one of the rolling stools with a dramatic groan. Given the way his glasses are dangling from one ear, it’s a miracle they don’t topple onto the floor when he drops onto his rear full-force.

“Oh, y’know, good as one can be given the circumstances.”

“What’d you learn today?”

“Me? Not much. Him? More than he should have.”

You laugh. “What’d you guys talk about?”

“Well, believe it or not, our little stony crab rangoon-looking friend has taken a particular interest in learning about human biology and reproduction. Kinda weird, if you ask me. I mean, considering the fact that we have cool stuff like airplanes and wi-fi and Dr. Pepper, sex ed has gotta be like C-tier on the ranking of earthly knowledge.”

“You were teaching Rocky about sex?”

“Yup.”

“How much?”

“All of it.”

“All of it.” You blink back your astonishment. “Okay…and how did he react?”

Grace shrugs. “Surprisingly well. I mean, he asked way too many questions about the physical process of course. But he seemed genuinely curious. And hey, I would be too if I came from a planet where all life forms were hermaphrodites.”

“Right. And the reason for this discussion was…?”

“The pursuit of knowledge? I don’t know, man. He asked how humans reproduce so I gave him a really dumbed down boy-meets-girl storyline. But then he started asking about whether or not you and I could reproduce which brought up the topic of non-reproductive intercourse. And that, of course, led to talks about sex vs. gender and sexual orientation. And really it just kinda spiraled from there. You know how it goes.”

“Sorry, I’m stuck on the part where he asked if you and I are hooking up.”

“Uh-uh, hold on!” Grace straightens up, waggling his index finger. 

Clearly he’s concerned that the conversation has taken a turn in the wrong direction or that he and Rocky have overstepped an unspoken professional boundary. Not that it matters on a one-way trip with no means to contact Human Resources, of course.

“Neither of us were suggesting that we…Y’know. He was just confused about the whole two dudes can’t have a baby thing since Eridians don’t have sex characteristics or genitalia.”

“Some dudes can have babies though.”

“And that’s exactly why it all snowballed into a crash course on sex and gender.”

You eye him curiously. Not once on this mission—both on Earth and since waking in Tau Ceti’s orbit—have you given him reason to suspect you’re anything other than a cisgender man. (And he certainly hasn’t seen enough of your body naked to know otherwise.) But knowing how quickly he jumped to clarify sex and gender in a one-on-one lecture with an alien engineer, you’re starting to think that maybe Grace has made the discovery of your gender identity on his own.

“And Rocky seemed cool with it all?” You ask.

“Well, yeah. I don’t know see why he or anyone else would not be cool with it. It just is the way of human life.”

Whatever anxiety this discussion had stirred in the pit of your stomach moments ago instantly fades. You can tell by the lax, matter-of-fact response that Grace harbors no negative prejudices concerning gender. You’ve never suspected him of being close-minded, but having his opinion brought out into the open instantly eases your mind.

“I guess I should congratulate you on your academic achievement then,” you tease. “Who knew you were going to become the leading expert in intergalactic sex education?”

He tilts his head down to look at you through his lashes. Had he actually been wearing his glasses the way he was meant to, you know he’d be peering over the top of them in that haughty way he always does when he’s borderline annoyed. It’s so….middle school teacher.

“Please don’t put that title on my shoulders,” he says as he rises from the stool. “Parents are gonna have a field day back home if they find out their kids’ former teacher is some kind of perv.”

“You’re a scientist, not a pervert.”

“Yeah, well, some parents these days think those are synonymous anyway.”

A comfortable silence falls over the room as you finish your inventory and Grace busies himself with some xenonite analyses. This is what a good chunk of your days look like when your counterpart isn’t swapping stories and information with his Eridian research partner: respectful, often times silent cohabitation. You do your thing, he does his, and neither of you complains when the other wants to work in silence.

When you finish your count, you secure the ration compartments and scribble the updated inventory on one of the smaller whiteboards in the lab. It’s tedious work, of course, but necessary if either of you wants to stay alive long enough to save Earth. And Erid.

“I’m gonna get some shut-eye. You staying up for a bit?” You ask when you look over to find him still hunched over a microscope. He doesn’t even pry his eyes away from the slide of xenonite at the sound of your voice.

“Yeah. This xenonite stuff is really fudging with my brain.”

You chuckle. “‘Kay. Well, don’t go to sleep too late. Your science buddy is gonna be impatiently awaiting your return.”

As you pass by him to make your way to the dormitory, you brush your hand over his shoulder. It’s a delicate touch with little contact and even less heated intent. You just want to remind him that amongst the vastness of space you’re here with him and that—mission or no mission—you are looking out for him. It may be his shoulder that’s been touched, but it’s your shoulder that’s being offered should he ever need it.

“Goodnight, Dr. Grace.”

You feel him shift ever so slightly beneath your touch. And while you don’t linger to see how he’s reacted to the contact, you are absolutely certain that he’s abandoned his stately view of the xenonite to watch you walk out of the lab. 

“Night.”

[ghstwht]

'Blip A'

[emziess]

What was taken from Grace // What was given to Grace Project Hail Mary (2026) dir. Phil Lord, Chris Miller

[emziess]

Rocky, Savior of the Universe Project Hail Mary (2026) dir. Phil Lord, Chris Miller

[rylandgraces]

PROJECT HAIL MARY — 2026, dir. Phil Lord, Chris Miller

[wutheringheightsfilm]

every day it just concerns me how little compassion people have. no compassion for those living in the global south. no compassion for immigrants. no compassion for disabled ppl. no compassion for addicts. no compassion for prisoners. no compassion for children. like holy shit ...

[katestewartt]

"This is Dr. Captain Ryland Grace reporting from the Hail Mary."

[chaostheoryy]

At Your Command [Walter X FTM!Reader]

Summary: Yesterday, an unwanted Weyland-manufactured synthetic was delivered to your doorstep. Tonight, you make the decision to do with it whatever you may please. Walter--your unforeseen android companion--has no complaints.

Word Count: 2.9K

Reader: Transgender Male (FTM); reader has not had bottom surgery of any kind but bottom growth (clitoris) is repeatedly referred to as the reader’s "dick"

Rating: Explicit (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: Sexual content (includes: oral sex—trans!male and cis!male receiving, penetrative sex—"p in v", unprotected sex, creampies, squirting) and morally gray human-machine relationship dynamics (i.e.: sub!Walter)

Notes: Yet again, this is nothing more than a self-indulgent smut piece. Consider this my outlet for wanting to experience power bottoming as a trans man. As always, no beta. We die like men.

You never wanted an android.

The thought of advanced artificial intelligence wrapped up in a humanoid body has always soured your stomach. And these Weyland models that are being sold nowadays are not just humanoid. They’re perfect human recreations. Right down to their skin texture and micro expressions. They’re programmed to think and behave just as the average human does. How that doesn’t scare most people is beyond you.

You never wanted one, yet there’s one waiting just outside your bedroom door for your next command. “A gift,” the company representative had said when he delivered the synthetic to your doorstep early yesterday morning. “His name is Walter. Whatever you need, he will provide.”

Upon first glance, Walter was everything the advertisements had promised. Tall and broad-shouldered, yet his handsome face was painted with an expression one could only describe as “welcoming.” Built like an ox but gentle as a rabbit. And those piercing blue eyes…Whoever designed this particular model had really pushed to highlight the dichotomy of human nature. It made you uncomfortable.

But it also made it impossible to turn him away.

“Walter?” You call out.

His reply is muffled by the bedroom door. “Yes?”

“Come in here.”

The door immediately opens. Despite the countless electronics that are housed in his lumbering body, he makes little noise as he moves. Maybe circuits make quieter musculature than human flesh.

“Is there something I can help you with, sir?” He asks as he stands in the doorway.

For a moment, you study him from across the room. The casual gray sweatsuit that he’d arrived in does very little to accentuate his build. Those broad shoulders are the only feature those garments let shine. But given the shape of his jaw and the sharp line of his neck muscles, you can tell there’s more hidden beneath his unflattering hoodie. And, despite your better judgment, you want to see it.

Tossing off your sheets, you climb out of bed and walk toward him. His eyes instinctively wander downward to take in your naked form. As a grown man who lives alone, what harm is there in sleeping in the nude? Your pussy certainly enjoys the freedom.

“Take off your shirt,” you tell him.

He tilts his head ever so slightly with what appears to be curiosity, but he doesn’t argue. He removes the hoodie in a single fluid pull and drapes it over his forearm.

Just as you expected, his torso is bulky and dusted with light patches of body hair. His design isn’t overly muscular. There’s no chiseled abs or massive pecs to serve as eye candy. He’s designed to fit the role of the working man: strong and sturdy but not bulging or covered in veins the way patriarchal culture tries to sell men’s bodies. And thank God the folks at Weyland didn’t cave to society’s tainted view of masculinity.

Walter doesn’t move as you inspect his upper body. He stands tall, as patient and attentive as a the doorman at the lobby of a five-star hotel. Even when you reach out to run your fingers along the trail of hair leading toward the waistband of his sweatpants, he remains unfazed.

“Did they give you a dick?” You ask.

He nods. “I am equipped with a penis and testes.”

“Do they work?”

“In what capacity?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Only a synthetic could fail to pick up on your intentions. “I’m talking about sex,” you say bluntly. “I want to know if you can get hard and fuck somebody.”

Even with the vulgarity of your clarification, his gentle expression doesn’t change. “I am fully capable of engaging in a variety of sexual activities, including those that result in ejaculation. While the consistency and taste of my semen is identical to that of a human, it is not viable for reproduction.”

“Good thing I’m not trying to get pregnant,” you remark sarcastically.

Walter doesn’t say anything in response. His eyes simply wander from your face, down your arm to the hand on his chest, and back up. If he’s offended or uncomfortable, he doesn’t say so. If anything, he looks borderline amused. Like he’s eager to see how the conversation progresses. Like he’s anticipating how he can serve you.

You remove your hand from his chest and cross your arms. “So, fucking people doesn’t go against your programming?”

“I am programmed to serve you in whatever way is needed. If you wish to have me service you sexually, I am happy to oblige.”

“Good. Then I want you to suck me off.”

“Do you wish to return to your bed?” He asks. “Or is this a suitable location for your request?”

“Here’s good,” you answer.

Just to double down on the decision, you widen your stance. Reaching down with one hand, you pry your lips apart and bare your clit to him. You’re far from hard, but you feel those tiny tingles of excitement around the bundle of nerves marking the beginning of your arousal.

Walter nods in acceptance and kneels before you. Once he’s placed his discarded hoodie on the floor beside him, he uses his thumbs to push your labia apart so you can reclaim usage of your own hand. The assertive, yet careful grasp he has on your flesh is enticing.

Hot, humid air tickles your clit just before his lips wrap around you. Your hips instinctively nudge forward to bury yourself in his mouth. His nose nestles into your pubic hair as he starts to suckle on your delicate tip.

When his tongue dips beneath your foreskin to stimulate the sensitive flesh tucked away there, you nearly let out an audible gasp. Your dick lurches at the contact. Surely the synthetic designers at Weyland had at least partially intended for their creations to be sex bots for their future owners. Walter is far too good at sucking your dick to not be made for this.

After Walter has sucked and lapped at your dick for a while, you find yourself throbbing and wet. Your hips have begun jerking on their own accord, as if hoping to shove yourself down his throat just in time to cum. The desperation should be embarrassing, but considering your partner is essentially a sex-capable computer, you can’t be bothered to give two shits about the social ramifications. After all, there are none. He was made for you and no one else. Not a sole in this world will hear about you fucking your synthetic unless you tell them.

When you feel your muscles start to tighten with your impending orgasm, you still your body and place your hand against his forehead as a signal for him to cease the foreplay.

“That’s enough. I don’t want to cum until I’ve got your cock in me.”

Walter sits back on his haunches and release your dick from his swollen lips. The sight of them plumped up like that just from the force of you fucking his mouth turns you on even more. It almost makes you want to kiss him.

You nod down at his groin and say, “Pants off.”

Once again, he does as he’s commanded and shoves his sweatpants down his thighs. His cock dangles freely between his legs. Thick and heavy with a fat vein trailing along the top of his shaft, he’s half hard by this point. The damn thing is picture perfect.

“Have you ever fucked before?”

“No, sir.”

“Do you want to fuck me, Walter?”

“I would do anything you asked of me, sir.”

“So if I want you to fuck me…”

“Then I want to fuck you, sir. Fervidly.” His cock twitches as if to prove his point.

The corner of your mouth curls into a satisfied smirk. “Good. Then do it before I change my mind.”

As soon as your back is toward him and you’re making the short walk back to your bed, you hear the hasty shuffling of his pants being fully discarded. Sure enough, when you sit down on the foot of your bed, he’s completely naked. In a few long strides, he’s standing attentively before you.

Without a word, you reach out and take hold of his half-hard cock. You stroke it a few times, pleased to see it starting to stand at attention like the figure it belongs to.

Leaning forward, you lick a long line from the base of his cock to the fat pink head, punctuating the action by dipping your tongue into the slit at the very tip. Walter lets out an unexpected groan. His whole cock lurches.

You smirk. “Sensitive, huh?”

“Very.”

“Good. I want to see you squirm a little before I let you pump a load in me,” you say before wrapping your lips around him to suck at that flaring head of his.

It doesn’t take much for his composure to falter. A few bobs of the head and swipes of the tongue and he’s breathing heavily. Every now and then, a gasp or groan escapes his throat, especially when you prod at his slit with the tip of your tongue.

Once the first couple of drops of pre-cum smear over your taste buds, you finally cease your assault and pull his cock from your mouth with a lewd pop. A long strand of saliva lingers to connect your lips to his spit-soaked cock until you finally lay on your back. Grabbing his arm with one hand and his hip with the other, you pull him down to hover over you.

With your bodies so close, you can feel heat radiating from his entire figure. It’s a baffling realization. Why give a synthetic perfect human form with all the functionality of a living being if it’s not meant to be used as your own personal sex toy? Why give him the ability to cum if he’s not meant to blow a load at your command? There may be other synthetic owners out there not taking full advantage of everything Weyland’s technology has to offer, but you certainly aren’t going to pass up on this possibility. You never wanted something like Walter, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to use him now that he’s here.

Hooking one leg around his waist, you adjust your position and guide him further between your thighs. Then, taking hold of his cock with your dominant hand, you press the tip against your sopping wet hole in silent direction. Fortunately, he instantly understands what’s being asked of him. With one languid push, he buries himself inside you.

“Ohhhh fuuuucccckkk,” you groan as he fills your greedy cunt. It was one thing to appreciate the sheer size of him visually or via the weight of it on your tongue. Having that fat cock shoved up inside of you is a whole other beast.

Once Walter is completely sheathed inside of you, he stills. His eyes study the expression on your face.

“Is everything alright?” He asks.

You nod and take a few steadying breaths before responding. “Yeah. It’s just…Fuck, you’re huge. Give me a sec.”

“Of course.”

You close your eyes and focus on relaxing your body. A few minuscule wiggles of your hips give you just the right adjustment to ease the pressure of his massive cock. Another couple of deep breaths and your pelvic muscles loosen their grip.

“Okay. Go slow now,” you finally instruct him.

He follows your order without question. His hips pull back and gently push forward, only using about half of his length for penetration at first. The overwhelming sensation of being stuffed to the brim eases quickly now that he’s working you open. It’s not long at all before the furrow in your brow eases completely.

“Same speed, but push all the way in.”

He obliges. The pace stays slow and steady but now you feel the satisfying pressure of his cock deep inside you.

You sigh. “Yeah, that’s good…”

With every forward press, he rolls his hips against the back of your thighs. The weight of his body pressing your lower body into the mattress is a delight. To say you’ve needed a good fucking would be a massive understatement.

Once your body has fully adjusted to his size and any lingering discomfort has faded, you direct him to pick up the pace. Yet again, he obeys. His hands brace themselves on either side of your head to give him the leverage he needs to jerk his hips faster.

Your breathing gets heavier with each thrust. Release isn’t much farther and you know it. But you’re not going to let yourself cum until you’ve gotten what you really want.

“Harder,” you tell him. “Fold me over and fuck me like you mean it.”

There’s the briefest moment of hesitation as Walter tries to understand what you’re demanding. But no questions are asked nor is there any protest. He unhooks your legs from around his waist and pushes them toward your chest until your ass is completely off the sheets. With his hands wrapped around your calves to anchor him to your body, he starts to vigorously pound into you.

The new position has provided an angle that allows him to penetrate you deeper. Each forward thrust brings the head of his cock crashing into the delicate flesh of your inner walls with such force that it’s a miracle it doesn’t hurt. The build up, it seems, was just what you’d needed to be ready for this.

There’s no controlling your noises now. Gasps, moans, and whimpers are pouring out of you like money from a gambler’s pocket. It’s more noise than you’ve ever made in bed before and it’s almost shameful. But having Walter fuck you like an animal in heat is too damn good for you to truly care.

“Oh, fuck…Fuck! Walter, I’m—“ You choke on a loud moan as your muscles start to tighten with your impending orgasm. “I’m so close!”

He doesn’t ease up one bit, even as his breathing grows labored. He doesn’t say it out loud, but you can tell he’s close too.

Smack, smack, smack.

His balls strike your ass with each thrust, adding to the cacophony of skin on skin slapping from the sheer force of his movements. There’s an undertone of obscene squelching as your pussy hungrily swallows every inch of his cock over and over again. All of the noise only adds to the raw pleasure and makes the build up all the more tantalizing.

And suddenly, you’re crashing over the edge.

“Fuck,” you cry out in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you. “Oh! Ohhhh—“

Walter grunts and groans repeatedly until his body starts to spasm with his own release. He slams his hips down against your rear as he pumps his load into your throbbing pussy. The warmth of his cum is heaven sent. To your surprise, there’s a lot of it too. Before he even starts to pull out, there’s severals strands of cum seeping from your hole and slowly dripping down your ass.

When you do feel him starting to slip out, you grab him firmly by the shoulders. He stills and looks down at you expectantly.

“Fuck it all back into me. I want more,” you say sternly. “You can do that, can’t you?”

He nods. “Anything you ask of me, sir.”

He pulls out just long enough to scrape the leaking cum from your ass onto the tip of his cock. With a breathy moan, he shoves it all back in. The squelching sound of his semen-coated cock burying itself in your loaded hole is filthy and hot as hell. A part of you wishes you were filming this whole encounter so you could watch it back and see a closeup of him fucking his own cum back into you.

His pace returns to the ruthless pounding from just before your orgasm. He fucks you hard and fast and loud. It’s almost brutal. It comes as no surprise to you that you end up cumming a second time. This time, however, your desperate mewling is paired with shameless squirting.

At the same time that your second orgasm rips through your body, Walter spills another massive load. Hot ribbons of fresh cum paint your inner walls and build upon the already impressive collection of semen in your body. There’s so much cum that even the presence of his cock still buried inside you can’t keep it all in. Never in your life have you felt so full.

When Walter makes the move to pull out this time, you don't stop him. His cock slips out of your gaping hole with a vulgar, popping squelch. Your pussy immediately convulses at the loss and his semen begins oozing out of you in thick globs.

"Fuck." You exhale loudly as he lowers your legs back over the edge of the bed. "That was exactly what I needed."

Cum continues to dribble out of your hole, staining the sheets. It feels like there's enough fluid inside you to turn the edge of the mattress into a waterfall.

"Would you like me to ready a bath for you, sir?" Walter asks, still standing attentively at the foot of your bed. His spent cock dangles between his thighs in a tasteful manner that reminds you of Renaissance-era nude sculptures.

You nod. When he turns to make his way to the bathroom however, you call after him.

He turns. "Yes, sir?"

"I hope you know we'll be doing this more often," you say.

The corners of his mouth curl upward ever so slightly. "I wouldn't expect any less."