⦻With: Jeff, Ben, Jack Nyras (EJ), Masky, Toby, Hoodie and habit⦻
Jeffrey Woods
Look, the only time you are going to get this man needy is if he is drunk or high
You are probably just going over to Jeff's room to look for him, and he is drunk as hell in his bed. He stands up and closes the door. "Hi doll... mind helping me for a bit?" He says in a drunk tone, you raised your eyebrow and looked down to see well... a boner how did he get this hard so quick? Shit who knows, but you dont mind you guide him to bed takes his pants off and you start helping him out, he let's out the most whinny moans. But if I had to give you some advice... go hard, and especially choke him he is going to come right there, and then "fuck yes baby- choke me more-" and when you do, and you speed up your hand a bit his eyes roll back and he leaves such needy moans "fuck please doll, if you want i can eat you out tomorrow but fuck- let me cum-" now you can chose to overstimulate him or not, your choice
Ben
Ben is probably either too high or too sleep deprived since he spent all his time playing video games (but if you dom him when his normal, he will get just as whinny)
He would be in his gaming chair all sleepy or high and then "baby... could you please just help me fall asleep already?" His voice is more glitchy and usual....You go to his chair and saw what he ment, so you get on your knees and help him, he whimpers softly, his body glitches a bit from time to time (i basicaly think he can materialize himself but he has to have energy, and when he is too sleepy or high he gets more glitchy if that makes sense?) "Fuck... yeah, sweetheart, just like that, " he said with a soft groan, you softly put your hand up to his abdomen and softly run your nails into it, the way he squirms and twitches in your mouth tells you he is pretty close, he grabs your hair but not too tight, he dosent move your head like normally would, he just holds your hair like he was trying to ground himself "fuck yes, please-pleease- let me come baby-" he whines, and if you do let him come, and you were to touch his skin you might get a bit of static
Jack Nyras
HEAR ME THE FUCK UP
He normally doesn't get very needy, but if he is in heat... and he had a long tiring day? That's when you have your chance
"Love-? You shouldn't be here... I'm well.. you know, " he said with a shaky voice, but you decided to enter, closed the door with lock, and helped him."Can I help you, Jack? I mean... you already helped me so much by taking care of me..." you said softly, and god, you can see that man fold, he nods softly, you help him get off his pants and shirt "can you - maybe... tie me? I move a lot. " He said, and you happily obey, you tie him up as best as you can, hands behind his back as he sits down on the bed you get on top of him, softly rocking your hips, he sighs softly and groans a bit "darling...please-?" He said, looking up at you softly. When you start sinking down on him, he hisses a bit and groans "fuck you are- tight-" he said between soft groans, when you start moving he begans to softly whimper more "f- God please- you feel so good darling- let me come- inside please-" He whines softly, he tries to move his hands, he wants to grab you and be hard with you but that's why the restrains are important, if you ride him just a bit faster he will groan and whine more and more "please baby- let me stuff you full-please-?" He says in a very desperate and whiny tone. If you let him come, he will let the most deepest groan you have heard
Masky
He would have to have a hell of a stressful day for him to let you be on top
He got home grunting and breathing heavy, you ask if he would like a massage on his back, which he obviously agreed to, after a few minutes he softly says "Doll.. having your hands all around me... It's hard to keep my mind clean, you know?" He says in a husky tone, and you do notice him getting hard."It's not my fall. Darling, your hands are so soft on me, " he says in a low tone. "You look so good and pretty... why dont you use those soft hands on me, huh?" He said with a soft lazy smirk. You take his pants off and start touching him. He sighs, his head going back "god your hands feel so fucking good doll...keep going" he said lowly. If you speed up without him asking, he will groan "Fuck- getting bold, huh doll?" He said, breathing heavy, soft moans and groans, scaping lips as you keep going. When he is close, he lets out soft whines "fuck- doll please- let me cum yeah-?" He said and almost whined, if you let him cum he does all over your hand and his abdomen his legs a bit shaky "mm.. thank you baby.." he says sleepy alredy
Toby
He is needy all the time, but especially when you two cuddle
He would be lying on your chest. His tics were but calmed today, he looked up at you. "My love... i n-need you, " he said, looking up at you. You smiled softly and asked him what he needed. "Please touch me -" he whined softly, already pulling your shirt up, searching for your chest. You tell him to take his pants off before he begins to basically nurse on you, and he does. His ticks are a bit more noticeable now he takes his pants and boxers off before he begins to suck your nipple as you began to touch him he whines against your skin "mhg- please m-more- ill be good- i-i-i promise-" he whines, when you do go faster he whimpers, his hips bucking up to your hand "Mhg- thank you so much- f-feels s'g-good" his hands hold you tight his mouth sucks hard and fast "mhg- close- so close- please-" if you do let him cum his entire body shakes as he cums, when you help him ride it out you can see how much of a mess he is, his face and your chest all covered in saliva as he breathes heavy
Hoodie
I see him as a soft dom, but he will let you dom if you are good enough for him
You straddle his hips, he looks up at you with a soft smirk "you look so pretty like this baby" he cooed softly, you began to move your hips he sighs softly letting his head go back, his hand on your hips pulling you closer, you decided to take his hands off and tie them, he looks up at you "well shit- you were serious about this huh?" He says with a lazy smirk you began to kiss his neck down to his chest before you undo his pants when he is free from his pants he looks at you, waiting "you want me to beg don't you?" As you nodded he sighs softly "baby please, touch me, please let me feel good" he says, and he says it like he means it, so you began, a groan scape him when your hand starts going up and down, he wants to touch you but his restrains don't let him, "Fuck please sweetheart i want to touch your hips- please-?" But you dont let him making him groan a bit, as you keep going he gets more and more whinny, if you start going faster he will beg "fuck please-? Please baby- at least let me cum, please-" He says looking up at you, if you do let him he will hiss softly and groans as he finally cums, he will chuckle a bit looking up at you "You know-? You look fucking hot like this" he said breathing heavy
Habit
He has to be on some time of aphrodisiac because he would be submissive (unless it was Evan taking over the body)
He would have come home when you decided to make him a treat with a little spice to it. When he ate it, he began to feel...hot.. he sigh turning the ac on but nothing helped "bunnie- fuck can you- help?" He said looking down at his pants for a moment you obviously agreed, but you knew better so you tell him that you will help him if he lets you tie him up, he groans but he is too desperate so he agrees, you tie him up and get on your knees. He was sitting at the couch with his hands behind his back then he noticed how much you were enjoying yourself "oh you fucking naughty thing..you did this to me didn't ya-" he hissed as your start bobbing your head, he let a low groan and his legs tremble "shit- bunnie faster fuck-" you tell him to ask nicely and he hisses "fuck- i- please bunnie go faster" he says groaning a bit, when you go a bit faster his head goes back "fuck yes there you go-" he says, when he starts to get close he mumbles things then "please- bunnie im so so close- shit-" he said almost in a whine and if you do let him cum, and help him ride it out, a long night awaits you "fuck-.. when i get this shit off im going to fuck you so hard.." he grumbles but he knew better
Hiiii! I hope you guys liked this! Its a bit long but i tried my best! Remember that 1 request are open! And 2 take good care of yourself, drink tons of water and eat good!
ben n jeff r so like. not romantic at all in my au LOL like they like each other....they flirt yada yada all the silly crushy stuff and obviously like each other but they're more... best bro friends than romantic partners u know
idk they're so lame and STUPID like gosh. lit the definition of idiots in love
on the pet names thing I think ben would mostly call jeff the weirdess pet names and give him the dumbass nicknames bc it's funny and it annoys jeff while jeff calls ben nothing but his name LOLL
ok hmo on the driving thing neither of them can legally drive but just think of this comedic scene where jeffs just driving and he's terrible at it and he's crashin into everything and him and ben are driving around breaking stuff hitting into street lights etc etc, but also imagine jeff as a passenger princess when ben wants a turn to drive I think they're so stupid
cmon guys. guys I think besides all jeffs asshole-y behavior n stuff he's the most AWKWARD anti social guy ever and bens just draggin him along to go meet w the others and jeffs just standing there awkwardly I DONT KNOW IT JUST SEEMS HIM trust guys trust
in summary, they're just dumb best friends idiots who just so happened to fall in love. I think overall jeff doesn't experience much romantic or sexual attraction thus the aroace hc but his n bens relationship just dif ok....but even then jeffs not all that affectionate towards ben and ben knows that and he knows jeff shows his love in dif ways and he's totally understand and cool w that and UGHHHH UGHFHT they're just....bros....best bros.....but they also kiss sometimes and they love each other lots OKAY I'll stop talking bye
• Starts as irritation, stays as irritation… evolves into something neither of them names.
• Jeff insists it’s a power thing, not a feelings thing. He is incorrect.
• Ben clocks what’s going on way earlier than Jeff does and absolutely uses that to his advantage.
• Their interactions are built on banter, threats, and constant pushing of boundaries.
• There’s an unspoken understanding that they keep coming back to each other—no matter how much they argue.
➤ Jeff’s Side (Denial + Obsession)
• Refuses to label anything — attraction gets rerouted into aggression or control.
• Gets noticeably more reactive around Ben (more talkative, more irritated, more alive).
• Hyper-aware of Ben’s presence without meaning to be.
• Will start arguments just to keep Ben engaged with him.
• If Ben disappears for too long, Jeff becomes restless and more volatile.
• Physical proximity becomes a control tactic… that he lowkey doesn’t hate.
• Any implication that he likes Ben is met with immediate hostility.
➤ Ben’s Side (Awareness + Instigation)
• Knows exactly what Jeff is doing emotionally before Jeff does.
• Finds Jeff’s denial entertaining more than frustrating.
• Pushes boundaries in subtle ways—lingering comments, invading space, calling things out indirectly.
• Not easily intimidated, which throws Jeff off balance.
• Treats Jeff’s aggression like a conversation instead of a threat.
• Will deliberately disappear or go quiet just to see how Jeff reacts.
• Doesn’t force anything—but absolutely nudges, pokes, and tests constantly.
➤ Interaction Style
• Heavy on sarcasm, insults, and back-and-forth tension.
• Conversations feel like arguments even when they’re not.
• Long silences that aren’t uncomfortable—just charged.
• Constant boundary testing (verbal and physical).
• Moments where things almost get too real—immediately deflected by Jeff.
• Neither of them does soft or obvious affection, but it shows anyway.
➤ Unspoken Behaviors
• Jeff sticks around longer than necessary when Ben is involved.
• Ben positions himself just close enough to be noticeable.
• They notice small changes in each other (tone, behavior, absence).
• Both will interfere if the other is in danger—but won’t acknowledge it after.
• Eye contact lasts longer than it should.
➤ Conflict Points
• Jeff’s denial — any emotional progress gets shut down fast.
• Control — Jeff wants it, Ben doesn’t give it.
• Disappearance — Ben not being physically present can trigger Jeff’s instability.
• Vulnerability — neither handles it well, but Jeff handles it worse.
• Escalation — arguments can go from teasing → hostile very quickly.
➤ “Almost” Moments
• Conversations that get too quiet, too close, then immediately broken.
• Jeff saying something almost honest, then turning it into an insult.
• Ben lingering instead of leaving… just to see what Jeff does.
• Physical closeness that neither acknowledges but neither avoids.
➤ Tone of the Relationship
• Chaotic
• Tense
• Slightly toxic but mutually engaged
• Emotionally repressed on Jeff’s side, intentionally provoked on Ben’s
• Built on attention, not stability
Creepypasta men react: To S/o being curvy headcanon
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CONTAINS NSFW MINORS DN
𓂃 𖦆 Warning: very nsfw , blood play , Breath play & choking,dirty talk, pre-established relationship, mentions on face coming, mentions of Thigh fucking and face-sitting , mentions of knife play. Tell me if I missed something!
Jeff the killer
Jeff is already feral and handsy, but your curves crank it up to violent levels. He’s obsessed with how soft and full you feel compared to his scarred, lean body.
- He constantly gropes you — squeezing your thighs, grabbing handfuls of your ass or hips, and slapping it just to watch it jiggle while laughing that raspy, manic laugh.
- Loves pinning you down and burying his face (or his carved smile) between your thighs or against your stomach. He’ll bite and leave bloody marks on the softest parts of you because “they look too perfect not to ruin.”
- Knife play gets extra teasing — he traces the blade along your curves, pressing just enough to leave thin red lines while whispering “Go to sleep” as he fucks you.
- Jealousy hits hard: if anyone even glances at you, he’ll drag you somewhere private and fuck you rough while growling about how your body is his to mark up.
-Bonus: He loves coming on your curves (stomach, tits, ass) so he can smear it around and admire how it looks on your skin.
Masky(Tim)
Masky is rough, animalistic, and surprisingly handsy when the mask is on. Your curves make him even more primal.
- He’s obsessed with grabbing and squeezing every soft inch — waist, hips, thighs, ass. He’ll pin you down with his full weight and just knead your flesh while thrusting hard.
- Loves fucking you from behind so he can watch your curves bounce and ripple with every slam. Expect bruises shaped like his fingerprints on your hips.
- Mask stays on during sex a lot — it makes him feel more in control, and he’ll growl filthy things through it about how your body drives him insane.
- After rough rounds, he gets oddly possessive: he’ll trace his hands over your curves slowly, almost reverently, while still inside you.
- He cums a lot and prefers finishing inside or on your body so he can see it drip over your soft skin.
Hoodie(Brian)
Hoodie is quieter and more voyeuristic than Masky, but no less intense. Your curves make him surprisingly greedy.
- He loves watching you move — the way your body sways or jiggles when you walk. He’ll film it secretly sometimes just to rewatch later.
- Very into body worship in his own silent way: lots of slow, rough groping and biting along your waist, thighs, and chest while he’s deep inside you.
- Breath play + curves = dangerous combo. He’ll choke you lightly while his other hand squeezes your soft hips or stomach, pulling you back onto him.
- Prefers positions where he can see and feel all of you — riding him (so he can watch everything bounce) or spooning with deep, grinding thrusts.
- Aftercare is rare but intense: he’ll wrap around you from behind, hands still possessively on your curves, and just hold you in silence.
Ticci Toby
Toby is twitchy, unpredictable, and has zero filter. Your curves are like a new hyperfixation for him.
- He’s all over you — constantly touching, squeezing, and biting your soft spots because the texture drives his tics wild (in a good way).
- Loves motorboating or burying his face in your chest/stomach. He’ll giggle and twitch while doing it, then suddenly get rough.
- Thigh fucking and face-sitting are huge for him — he wants to be smothered by your curves while he eats you out like a starving man.
- He’s switchy but gets extra submissive when overwhelmed by how soft you are. Expect him to beg while gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.
- Post-sex he gets cuddly and bitey, leaving little hickeys and teeth marks all over your curves like he’s claiming territory.
Ben Drowned
BEN is a total simp for curvy bodies — he openly prefers thick/thicc partners and is shameless about it.
- He’s obsessed with your thighs and boobs. Expect him to glitch out (literally) when he gets between your legs or lays on your chest.
- Loves making you ride him so he can watch everything bounce while he grips your hips and glitches dirty talk in your ear.
- Gaming sessions turn filthy fast: he’ll pull you into his lap, slide his hands under your clothes, and tease your curves while he’s still playing.
- Very into thigh highs/stockings on you — the contrast with your soft skin makes him feral. He’ll snap pics (or glitchy screenshots) for “later.”
- He’s surprisingly affectionate: lots of praise like “Fuck, you’re so soft… gonna drown in you” while he’s buried inside.
Laughing jack
LJ is tall, clownish, and extremely physical. Your curves are like candy to him — he wants to play with every inch.
- He’s a grabby, bitey monster. His long arms and claws are constantly roaming your waist, hips, thighs, and ass. He loves how much there is to hold.
- Favorite position: you riding him while he sits up so he can bury his face in your chest or watch your body move. He’ll laugh maniacally every time you bounce.
- Stomach and thigh guy — he’ll randomly grab and squeeze your soft belly or thighs mid-thrust just to feel them.
- Bites and claw marks everywhere on your curves. They heal weirdly fast thanks to his influence, but he loves seeing them.
- Super possessive and playful: he’ll pick you up effortlessly, spin you around, and fuck you against walls or in weird circus-like positions while calling you his “favorite little treat.”
SMUT MINORS DNI 18+ tw: cam girl!reader, squirting, ben's just a little possessive, mutual masturbation, fuck machine?
Ben threw himself into his gaming chair, grabbing his favorite bottle of lotion. After a long day of doing unethical favors for his fellow mansion residents, the blonde needed to blow some steam.
Being a digital ghost had many perks, along with being immortal. However this also meant having seen anything and everything. He had been on every porn site, every forum, every twitter thread. He'd hyperfixate on one fetish or pornstar at a time before eventually losing interest. He found himself growing more interested in the pornstars themselves, resulting in him investigating cam girls instead. Something about seeing the raw reactions and unfiltered live shows made Ben the horniest he had ever been. He scrolled through the site, looking for who was online. The blonde had a few favorites, but you were his ultra fantasy. His eyes lit up at the sight of your screen name being online, his heart pounding as he clicked on your live show. You had just started thankfully, your skimpy pajamas still covering your soft skin. Your perky nipples were poking through the thin material. Ben relished in the sight of you smiling at the recognition of his screen name.
"Hey there, drowning_in_bitches, nice to see you again."
Sometimes the way you talked to Ben made you feel like these shows were for him and him only. After all he was your top donator. Money was an endless resource for him, the blonde not afraid to shower you in cash to see you cum harder. You usually had your toys linked to the donations, the vibrations only starting and going faster when people donated. It was a satisfying sight to Ben, to see your face scrunching up in pleasure as the sound of coins dropping came out of the speakers. "I have something different for tonight boys," You say, your eyes bright and full of excitement. You leaned out of frame, fiddling with something. "Thanks to everyones over the top donations, I was finally able to invest in something I think we all will enjoy," You say. Ben raised an eyebrow in interest, before his mouth dropped in the shape of an O. You pulled into frame a sex machine, a large pink dildo strapped to the end of it. Your chat of admirers was going crazy, many already spamming with excitement. You giggled as you read the comments, Ben's mouth watering.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard, his cock beginning to ache in his shorts.
You got that for me huh? He typed, before pressing enter. You bit your bottom lip as your eyes flickered to his comment. "Maybe I did maybe it's something special for my favorite admirer," You purred. You pulled your shirt over your head, your breast bouncing out freely. Ben began to fiddle with the strings of his shorts, watching you play with your mesmerizing breast. A few small donations were made, Ben purposefully waiting. You were quite the tease, loving to draw things out. Ben was not a patient man however, and refrained from donating until you were getting down to business. He loved to overstimulate you and you being foolish enough to get a fuck machine was perfect for him. You adjusted the fuck machine into position, before bending over in front of the camera. You played with the hems of your flimsy shorts, before pulling them down. Ben matched your motions, shoving his shorts down to his ankles. No panties huh? Dirty slut. He typed, tucking his bottom lip in between his teeth. You glanced over your shoulder, reading his comment. Ben could see your face noticeably flush red after soaking in what he said.
it really felt like you were putting on a private show for him and him only. You were so flustered and interactive with him. He never saw you do anything like that for anyone else. In the back of his mind he knew logically it was most likely because of the money he showered you with. But the other half of him ignored that thought, obsessed with the idea of you wanting him as bad he wanted you. "Honestly quite nervous about this guys, I haven't been properly fucked in ages," You sheepishly admitted. Ben's breath hitched as he palmed at his cock. Were you being honest? Or were you saying that just for fun? I can change that. He typed. He watched you read the comment, before delivering the camera a sly wink. "Maybe you should Mr.Drowned," You purred. Mesmerized, he watched as you laid down on your set up. You spread your legs wide open, licking two of your fingers before drawing slow circles around your clit. Your chat was going crazy with excitement, the horny men thrilled to see you pleasure yourself. Ben began to stroke his cock, noticing no one was donating. You were going slow on purpose. Ben had spent countless hours watching you ruin yourself for his entertainment. He knew exactly what you could handle.
He hovered over the donation tab, donating an easy $500 to start with. It had a simple note: Let me fuck your face. The sound of coins made you sit up, reading the note. You giggled. "Yeah? Is that what we want chat?" You asked. Ben couldn't ignore his jealousy. Why were you attending to their desires? He was the one you belonged to. The chat was flooding with excitement, causing you to fully switch positions. You put the fuck machine in front of your face, kitten licking the dildo. You arched your back, giving the camera a divine view of the shape of your ass. "That's it," Ben grumbled to himself, beginning to stroke his cock. He made a donation directly to the machine this time, the speed beginning to pick up. You took it the dildo deeper into your mouth, maintaining a seemingly innocent gaze into the camera. Ben grabbed the lotion, now fully ready to stroke his cock. His fingers reacted faster than he could comprehend, dumping another large donation carelessly into your account. The sound of coins made you moan, the dildo now fucking your throat. Ben relished in the sound of you gagging, saliva messily dripping down the sides of your mouth.
Your eyes were beginning to flood with tears, your waterline so full the tears overflowed. You struggled to keep up with the face fucking as Ben continued to donate more and more. The dildo was abusing your throat mercilessly, your thighs squeezing together with arousal. Ben couldn't help but fantasize about seeing you cum for him, his fingers hovering over his keyboard once more. Now lay down slut and let me fuck you. Ben typed, pressing enter. You blinked away some tears, pulling yourself off of the dildo. You laughed as you wiped some of your smudged mascara. "Look at this guys, you're making me make a mess," You laughed, laying back down on your back. You brought the dildo to your entrance, the toy more than lubricated with your saliva. Your cunt was glistening with arousal as Ben stared at you wide eyed, his hand slowly edging his cock. He watched you slowly take the toy, your walls eagerly clinging onto it. Get ready, i'm gonna give you the best fuck of your life. Ben typed. Your chat was so full you missed his comment, your mouth in the shape of an O as the fuck machine began moving.
Ben frowned as he realized this, carelessly placing a donation of $1K. You gasped as the sound of coins came out of the speaker, the fuck machine beginning to fuck you faster. For a brief moment your head fell back, your eyes fluttering shut from the pleasure. It was brushing against your g spot so deliciously, you couldn't help but moan. Your moans were sounds of encouragement for Ben, the blonde smirking as your doe eyes finally met the camera. He stroked his cock faster, dumping various large amounts of money into your inbox. You were gripping your pink comforter, your mouth running dry. Ben momentarily stopped, your other admirers simply watching instead of donating. You whined as the machine came to a stop, your eyes pleading as you looked into the camera. "Fuck please keep going, I wanna cum," You whimpered lowly. Ben bit his bottom lip, imagining hearing you beg for him directly. The other losers in your chat didn't have a shot in hell in making you cum as hard as he could. As he would.
The blonde continued donating, ultimately deciding on donating the maximum amount he could. He dropped his hand, watching the fuck machine whir at its highest speed. You were a moaning and whimpering mess, your knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets so hard. "Fucking hell, my fucking-, fuck!" You cried. Your cunt was abused by the toy Ben was controlling, a sick sadistic grin curling up his lips. Ben stroked his cock, rubbing his thumb over his slit as he watched you fall apart. Your legs were trembling, struggling to stay open as you took what Ben was giving you. Your head fell back as you squirted, your juices coating the sheets. You sheepishly closed your legs, your face red and cunt puffy. "Holy shit. I've never done that before," You panted. The fuck machine came to a brief halt, your lustful gaze meeting the camera. It was like you were looking directly into Ben's soul.
10000% bro knows were the clit is. He dedicated himself to school in his human life and is the doctor for all of the creepypastas, you best believe the man knows his anatomy😛
—BEN Drowned
Now on the flip side this chronically online mf does NOT know where the clit is. He probably only watches porn and that’s where he gets his knowledge from. He’d be eager to learn tho🤭
—Ticci Toby
Kinda sorta like Ben in the way he thinks he knows. Toby is desperate to pleasure his girl, he’d want to know how to touch you. He thinks he knows what he is doing, but he’d end up just rubbing the folds😭
Okay so!! Ben 110%%% has a biiiiig kink for cosplays in the bedroom, I mean, as he repeats to you so often he is in fact some weird video game entity that started out in some dishevelled Link looking tunic and…tights (he always shivers at the memory 😭)
He beeeeegs, begs, begs and begs again to get you in those dokidoki anime one pieces that come up on your fyp every now and again.
“Just imagine you in all that…” he teases, hooking a finger just under your panties, running his thumb along the hem.
“Would you let me call you their name too?” And he asks so sweetly, breath warm against the shell of your ear.
“We could do Link and Zelda…easy enough,” you toy, running a hand through his very messy, light blonde mop.
He’d always groan at this suggestion, but it was soooo easy, he wouldn’t have you in anything but your pink laced thong, hair done up in the two low twin tails at the front, tied with pretty pink bows to match.
After a while of the two of you toying with the idea, you’d finally settle on something.
“Okay, Esdeath it is.” You roll your eyes, though a small grin peaks through.
He’s fist pumping the air while laying on his bed.
Within seconds he’s up, blue light burning both your retinas in the dark of his room, haze from burnt up blunts now visible around the two of you.
And with a few clicks, the order would arrive to some P.O. Box…somewhere.
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The soft latex clings to you, accentuating your curves deliciously as you admire yourself in your mirror. You twist and turn every which way to make sure it looks perfect, fixing the wig, hat and gloves last. Ben would love this.
You could just picture the blush across his cheeks, so stark compared to his porcelain complexion. And that blush continued aaaaall the way down.
You look back at yourself, so pleased with the outcome - and you keep your makeup simple, all you really wanted were the mascara tears.
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His hands are all over you in seconds, and you’d have thought maybe he’d have waited, maybe took a second to admire your handiwork, but nah - his lips are bruising your jaw, nails digging little half moons into your thighs.
“Fuuuuuck…” he drawls, voice probably the lowest you’d ever heard it.
And then he’s behind you, pressing himself into your ass, into the latex skirt just barely covering anything.
Your breath is quick, short, sweet whines escaping as his lips press to your bare shoulders - then a sharp pain seeps through your nerves.
“Ben!” You scold, though it comes out more like a plea. He’s already pulling the long blue wig to the side, lips, teeth and tongue all over your neck, and his hands do the rest.
You’d planned to play a more domme roll, really lean into your cosplay - but god it’s so difficult when he’s so sweetly whispering everything into your ear, leaving goosebumps all over your skin, letting his tongue carve every word he doesn’t say into your salted skin.
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“Oh- hngh- fu~fuck,” you cry out as his cock batters into your cervix. Your legs are hooked over his shoulders, cleavage now clearer through the window in the latex over your chest - he’d torn it just a few minutes prior.
This really is the first time you’d seen Ben go absolutely feral as he has been. He’s always been so into you, and he’s made that clear every waking moment of you two being together, but this has awakened something in him.
He continues to ram into you, fingers bruising your thighs, and he’s dipping his head to bite every bit of skin he can get his lips around.
You’re so pliant under him, and he loves it.
“So so good baby, so good~ hahhh~” he really tries to speak through the heavy thrusts but his teeth are gritted, and he’s about to collapse on top of you, his resolve slowly depleting as your cunt sucks him in so deliciously.
“Like when I take ~ tah~take over baby? Hm?”
He groans into your thigh, tongue lapping over a deep bite mark that’s already starting to bruise.
All you can do is nod, whimper and let him at you.
Your fingers work over your clit building on to the already tights and warm coil built in your gut - and his eyes are glued to them. This seems to really push him over the edge, as within seconds you can feel him release, coating your insides so well.
“Oh f-fuck Ben please, oh god please-“ is all you can manage as his arms begin to tremble and fall to either side of you, and he’s now inches away from your face, still pumping into you at such an agonisingly slow pace now.
“What wah-was that?” He hums, voice pitched to a whimper as he continues to thrust through his orgasm.
You can feel your climax building at just the change in his tone. You grapple for his hair, tugging at his hair, pressing his lips closer to your throat.
Your wrist cramps under him as you keep circling your clit, so close.
“Keep going baby, you got this, want me t-to keep-?”
“Yeah! Yes, oh god Ben don’t stop, keep ~ keep filling me please!!” Your voice is at its highest peak, cracking as you feel yourself climbing that wall, bursts of colours just waiting behind your eyes to soar.
And then as he bites down at the crook of your neck, groaning as his hips sputter with his final thrust, the colours release and you’ve reached heaven.
Your cunt flutters around his cock as you continue to rock yourself against him, fingers slowing as you ride it out, his cooing soothing the intensity.
You’ll definitely be cosplaying at least a liiiittle more often in the bedroom ;P
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So yeah bottom line Ben adores you in latex - to be honest maybe it’s not even the cosplay thing, he could well just have a latex kink teheee 😏 (he def loves you cosplaying too tho)
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Thank you to anon who requested this!!
Sorry this was a bit more of a drabble rather than hcs, and a little more vanilla than I’d originally wanted to write it, but sure I’m imagining it as your first time doing this sorta thing with him to just see how he reacts ~ and now we knowww
Summary: You get home from work and chat to your online friend BEN, when you ask to video call things get heated
Warnings: 16+, smut, phone sex?, swearing
It had been a long, tiresome day.
People at work were irritating, you banged your shin on the leg of a table - which you were pretty positive was already coming up in a dark bruise, you stepped into a mucky puddle getting out of your car this morning and now your front door was getting jammed slightly ajar when you were trying to close it.
You sigh, chucking your stuff onto the small table near your front door - which you had just managed to push shut after five minutes of fighting with it, and throw yourself into the chair in front of your computer with a creaking thud. You lean forward and press the ‘on’ button on your computer, already feeling your stress dissipating with the familiar whirr of it booting up. You tap your fingernails on your desk, wondering if he had messaged you at all today. Your online friend BEN. You had only seen his face a couple of times through pictures in your whole 3 months of chatting, but you had a connection with him, the late night messages, the hours of talking every single day. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want more. You wanted to talk to him, hear his voice. Was it deep? Whiny? Did he feel the same way about you too?
The second your computer boots up you immediately pull up the chatroom you frequent almost daily and spot the little green dot next to his name. You click on his name excitedly, after having waited all day to talk to him, your little evening routine. You realise he has already sent you some messages prior to your return home.
BEN: Heyyyyy :-)
BEN: You home yet?
BEN: I missed you today :-(
You smile as you start typing, unsure of what to say. For some reason as of recently, you have began to feel nervous when talking to him. All the flirty messages, the teasing. You’re pulled out of your thought when the little ‘bloop’ noises of him sending more messages grabs your attention.
BEN: Woww online but ignoring my messages huh?
BEN: I know you’re thereee
BEN: Answer me Y/N >:-(
BEN: Are you ignoring me?? :-o
You think for a moment, your fingers ghosting over your keyboard. Then you start typing.
Y/N: Nooo of course not
Y/N: I just got home lol I had a reallyyy shitty day
BEN starts typing almost immediately, making you giggle to yourself as you lean back into your chair. Your thoughts quickly start wandering again, thinking about him. Recently, you were thinking more inappropriate things about him- what he was like in bed, how big his cock was. You really wanted to call him, but were worried he would say no or get uncomfortable and stop talking to you. However, you rationalise, it had been three months and you had both talked about meeting eachother, talking to eachother for real. What harm could it do, asking to talk to him for real?
You focus your attention back on your computer.
BEN: Aww nooo, you wanna talk about it?
BEN: Y/N?
BEN: Y/NNNNNN?? Is everything ok?
Y/N: I’m fineee
Y/N: Just thinking about stuff
BEN: What stuff?
Y/N: You
BEN: Mmm what about me?
Y/N: What you sound like
Y/N: I bet your voice is so cute
The chat goes quiet for a minute. Three dots disappearing and reappearing as BEN types out a message. Your heart is beating quite fast, feeling sure he will blow you off and try to change the subject. You have heard horror stories about talking to people online. People pretending to be someone they aren’t, kidnappings, murders. Despite all that, you are certain that BEN would never lie to you, you had both told eachother things you have never told anyone else.
BEN: Oh really?
BEN: I wonder if your voice sounds as sexy as you look ;)
Y/N: I’m serious Ben
Y/N: I want to know what you sound like
BEN: Mmmm only if you beg baby
You scoff. You should’ve known he would start his pervy antics. You decide to comply with his perverted request, seeing as you really did want to see him and talk to him properly.
Y/N: Please Benny, please can we call? I want to see you and talk to you so badly I’d do anything
BEN: Anything?
BEN: Wow baby how can I say no to that?
Your heart starts racing quickly as a video call request appears in the middle of your screen. You hover the cursor over the accept button for a few seconds, bracing yourself for what was about to happen.
You click accept, and the call connects. You’re met with the same boy that you had seen in the pictures Ben sent you. You breathe a mental sigh of relief, forcing a shy wave as you see yourself appear in the corner of the screen.
“What, are you acting all shy Y/N?” His voice is smug, yet sweet and charming. You can see his upper body, he’s wearing a nerdy t-shirt with some lame gaming joke on it. He seems to notice your hesitance to reply to him. “God, you’re so cute. Acting all shy in front of me.” He continues, leaning closer to the screen so you can only see his face. “Are you gonna talk to me, or just sit there looking pretty while I do all the talking?” He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest.
“I love your voice…” You say quietly, biting your nails nervously, using your hand to try and cover your face. “Ugh, I’m so nervous..” You admit, feeling a little embarrassed that he is having this type of effect on you. You notice that this makes his smile smugly, staring intently at the screen. “Fuck, your voice is so pretty baby.” He replies. “No need to be nervous, it’s just like on text.” His words have an effect on you, especially the flirty nicknames he likes to call you, however, they seem to hit more when they physically come out his mouth, in his voice. “Are you embarrassed?” He asks, “Embarrassed that you’re squirming everytime I call you cute or pretty?”
You bite your lip, “I’m not embarrassed. It’s just-“
“Just what, baby?” He teases, mocking you slightly. You fidget with the hem of your shirt, a small blush coating almost the entirety of your face. “I’m only teasing you. You said you had a bad day, tell me about it.”
You sigh, recalling the events of your day as he listens intently. As you’re nearing the end of your slight rant you notice him smiling funnily. “Why are you smiling like that?” You ask, giggling.
“It’s nothing,” He laughs, biting his lower lip as he stares at you. “It feels like we do this all the time, you know?” You nod in agreement, looking at the bottom of your screen and noticing it’s after 9 p.m. “Shit, it’s late. I should get my pyjamas on, I’m still sitting here in my work clothes.”
“Go for it. I don’t mind watching.” He grins, propping his elbow on the table and resting his chin on the palm of his hand. You’re slightly taken aback but the comment sends a wave of heat down to your core. It sends an irrational thought straight to your head. “Mmm okay then,” You purr, “You want to watch me get undressed?”
Ben’s eyes immediately light up, “are you kidding?” He sits upright, awaiting your next move. You roll your seat back so he can see from your thighs up to your head. You slowly lift the hem of your shirt, exposing your stomach. “My God,” he mumbles, beginning to feel his cock stiffen in his shorts. “More, baby.”
You pull your shirt up higher, exposing your bra, collarbones, neck, until you pull it completely over your head and let it fall to the floor, leaving you in only your bra and trousers. “You’re so gorgeous, baby, and you’re all mine, aren’t you?” He says, palming himself through his shorts, looking at your breasts and face. You stand up from your chair, turning around so that your back is facing him and start unbuttoning your trousers. “Yes, Benny, I’m all yours.” You whine, tugging down your trousers and beginning to unclip your bra.
“Turn around for me,” he groans, dipping his hand into his shorts and pulling out his cock that was beginning to throb. “You want to see me stroke my cock, looking at your gorgeous body?” He grunts, pushing himself away from his desk so you could see him from the waist up. You turn around and pull your bra off, leaning forward so he could get a good view. “Fuck, you love this don’t you?” He whines, rubbing his thumb over his sensitive slit, spreading the beads of precum that had started to leak out. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
You slip your panties down your legs and sit back down on your chair with your heels balanced on the edge, legs spread out so he can see your pulsing cunt. “Shit, Benny, I’m so wet.” You mewl, slowly bringing your hand over to touch yourself. “Such a pretty cunt,” he praises, “so wet and needy for me.” He slowly starts moving his hand up and down, his gaze focused on you gently rubbing circles around your sensitive clit. “You do this all the time?” He teases, gaining speed as he pumps up and down, “fingering that pretty pussy, thinking of me, wishing it was me?”
You let out a strained moan, “I do,” you admit, “want your cock so badly.” You start rubbing faster, letting out a small gasp as you insert a finger inside yourself, using your thumb to keep friction on your clit. “You’re such a little slut,” he whines, “all those times we were texting and you’re sitting there toying with that little cunt?” He groans, his hips stuttering as he ruts into his hand. “Gonna cum in that tight little hole.”
You moan at his words, adding another finger and rubbing even faster. “I’m sorry-“ you whine “I couldn’t help it. Spent so much time thinking about you…Ah-“ you feel a knot forming in your stomach as you continue to stare at him, stroking himself with his mouth hanging open, drooling on himself. “Ah- I’m gonna cu-cum..” you whine.
“Shit- me too..” He groans, thrusting up into his hand. “Ah- ah-..” he ruts a couple more times until several ropes of sticky white cum shoot out onto his fist and stomach. You pick up your pace, removing your fingers and focusing on rubbing yourself until you feel the coil in your stomach come loose. You moan loudly, sinking back into your chair, feeling something hot pooling underneath you.
“My God,” he moans breathlessly, “such a bad girl, sitting there in your own cum.” He chuckles gently. Reaching for some tissues to clean himself up. You sit there quietly, still trying to gain some composure from your orgasm. You finally let your legs drop from your chair and look around the floor for your panties, you quickly grab them and put them on. You both make eye contact through the screen and start laughing. “So, should we do that again sometime?” He asks hopefully.
“Definitely.”
Aaaaaaaaaaa I hope you all enjoy :’) I haven’t written much smut like this before so plz don’t judge LOL. Also this is definitely not proofread as it’s 3 am lol
SUMMARY: BEN likes having control and driving people crazy, in more than one way, of course.
CW: Overstimulation, Edging, Vibrators, Erotic electrostimulation, Vaginal fingering, Face slapping, Implied multiple orgasms, authors first time finishing a smut so results may vary
WC: 1.1k
A/N: I was giggling and kicking my feet when writing this LMAO. I always thought the idea of BEN shocking yn a bit during sex was sooooo good but I could barely find fics with it??? That's what inspired this and I found the wip after a while and I decided to finish it. Nervous abt posting it but you only live once
If there was one thing anyone could say with certainty about BEN, it was that he loved control.
Not just in the casual, surface-level way most people did. Of course not, it's him after all. He savored the way people unraveled under him, how they squirmed, how their composure cracked piece by piece until there was nothing left but raw, visceral reaction. He liked being above them, liked knowing every tremor, every broken sound, every helpless glance was because of him. And, eventually, they became shells of what they were, pliant and mendable in his hands. What he always wanted out of all this was clear however, he wanted to see the life drain from their eyes eventually after all the fun.
That kind of power gave him a rush like nothing else quite could.
Well…almost nothing.
You shifted restlessly on the bed, the sheets twisted beneath you from how long this had been going on — minutes, maybe hours, you weren’t even sure anymore. Time had dissolved into pure sensation. Your thighs were slick, the evidence of it smeared against your skin and soaking faintly into the fabric beneath you. Every nerve felt exposed and raw, heightened to an unbearable degree.
You turned your head away, trying to escape the weight of BEN's gaze; the sharpness of it, the way it seemed to pin you in place more effectively than his hands ever could. It was too much. Too intense. Almost suffocating.
Your chest rose and fell unevenly, breaths catching between soft whimpers. Tears clung stubbornly to your lashes, blurring your vision, born from a confusing mix of pleasure and pain. You didn’t even know what you wanted anymore. More? Less? It all tangled together until it stopped making sense.
The moment you looked away, his hand was on you.
Firm fingers wrapped around your chin, forcing your face back toward him with little effort. At the same time, the vibration pressed against your clit intensified, just enough to make your entire body jolt.
“I thought I told you something about looking away?”
His voice was calm, almost conversational.
A quiet “tsk” left him when you didn’t respond immediately. His grip tightened.
“And I’m not hearing an apology either.”
“I—ah—… I’m sorry,” you stammered, your voice breaking under the strain. “I’m sorry, BEN. Please, just—…less… I can’t—ngh—!”
The plea dissolved into a helpless sound as another wave of sensation crashed through you. Your thoughts were slipping, fraying at the edges.
He only smiled with amusement at your reaction.
BEN's hand left your jaw, but the absence of it didn’t feel like freedom, it just made you more aware of everything else. The build-up inside you was reaching a tipping point again, that familiar tightening coil threatening to snap. It hurt. It burned. Your body was trembling from it, overwhelmed and sensitive.
And just as it crested—
He pulled the vibrator away.
The absence hit you like you got your head out from the water. A helpless, desperate whine tore from your throat before you could stop it, your hips twitching, trying to chase what was no longer there.
“I thought you didn’t want any more?” he murmured, voice soft with mock sympathy. “You know I’m only trying to please you. Even if that means stopping.”
There was a quiet laugh beneath his words, the kind that made heat crawl up your spine whenever you heard it.
“Look at you,” he added, tilting his head slightly. “You’re crying.”
Only then did you really register it; the warmth on your cheeks, the dampness trailing down toward your temples. Your breathing was uneven, your body still trembling as you weakly shook your head.
“You’re an…ahh…asshole,” you managed, the insult barely holding together.
“Oh?”
His brows lifted, interest piqued rather than offended.
Instead of responding verbally, his hand moved lower. Fingers brushed against your slick heat, deliberately slow as he gathered the evidence of your arousal, using it as lubricant. Then he pushed two fingers inside you.
You gasped sharply, your back arching off the bed as your body welcomed the intrusion far too easily. He didn’t rush it — to your surprise — instead he worked you open slowly. Each thrust drew out quiet, obscene wet sounds, accompanied by the broken rhythm of your moans.
When he curled his fingers in, your vision flickered, your breath catching as pleasure sparked through you like a fault line cracking open. It was too much. Too good.
He noticed. Of course he did. That bastard knows your way around your body so well it makes you embarrassed at times.
A low chuckle slipped from BEN, his thumb finding your clit again, but this time, instead of immediate pressure, there was something else. A sudden, sharp jolt.
You cried out, your body jerking involuntarily as the sensation shot through you. It wasn’t quite pain, not entirely — but it wasn’t purely pleasure either. It was something in between, literal electricity that made your nerves light up in a way you couldn’t quite process.
“Sensitive?” BEN murmured, watching you carefully.
Before you could answer, it happened again.
This time you were ready for it — or at least, more aware. The shock melted almost instantly into something else, something that twisted low in your stomach and spread outward in a wave of heat. Your moan came easier this time, trembling and unsteady.
His fingers resumed their rhythm, deeper now, more deliberate. His thumb switched with the fingers of his other hand, now that he rubbed your swollen clit with them, it was much more intense.
Ben watched you closely, drinking in every moan, every gasp, every little expression you've made.
He sped up his pace now, pumping into you. Occasionally sending another small jolt through your already oversensitive body. Each one pushed you closer to the edge, tightening everything inside you until you felt like you might snap.
“Good girl.”
The praise sent a shiver through you, your hips lifting instinctively, chasing more friction, more sensation. You were aching for it now, desperate despite everything.
And this time he let you have it.
The climax hit hard, crashing through you like a breaking wave. Your voice dissolved into helpless, sobbing moans as your body clenched tightly around his fingers.
BEN didn’t stop immediately. He slowed, drawing it out, guiding you through every aftershock until your body finally began to come down from it.
Only then did he withdraw his fingers, bringing them to his mouth.
You were left limp against the bed, completely spent. Your chest rose and fell heavily, skin damp with sweat, tears still cooling on your cheeks.
For a brief moment, there was quiet and stillness. That was until he lightly slapped your cheek.
“Come on,” he hummed, voice low, almost indulgent. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Your stomach dropped slightly, anticipation and dread twisting together again.
“I want you to beg me to stop.”
And before you could gather the breath to protest, that familiar crackle sparked against your sensitive skin once more.
CW/Tags: NSFW, sexual content, drug use (weed), soft dom (kinda), body worship, established friendship, friends to lovers, friends to friends w benefits, heavy breeding kink, Jeff’s an awful wingman, cunnilingus, penetration, fingering, love making atp, Ben fantasises abt you a lot my god, bro has a pregnancy kink I will warn you
Summary: You’ve known Ben for quite a while, you’re close but it’s really been a while since you’ve had a change to just hang out. Missions are hard, but the second you try to see him he kinda shoves you out, a little out of character, the fucks going on?
TLDR: Fuck about and find out
WC: 5.6k
Notes: It’s been a while since I’ve written like a proper nsfw one shot, last I think was like 3 years ago 🙃 so I feel a little rusty, pls be gentle :P I also hardly see any love given to this man so liekkk for all you 3 Ben drowned lovers out there, here you go !!
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The smoke from the thc vape and blunts resting on the sticker decorated ash trey coats the room in a thick haze, paired with the bright lights of his monitors playing some video on one, and some paused mmo on the other.
You wander around a little, knowing it irks him just a bit when you pick his stuff up here and there to glance at it for a millisecond and put it back down. Your fluffy socked feet dance around half drank energy drink cans of all colours as you glance at all his room has to offer - as if you haven’t been in it a good number of times by now.
“Dude,” he starts, pushing some hair back out of his eyes as he swivels around in his desk chair, “what uh…what did you come here for again?” He looks like he’s about to pinch his nose in frustration, you glance over at him nonchalantly before placing some bracelet you’d idled between your fingers back down.
“Texted you like an hour ago if you wanted to hang out…” you half mumble, picking something else up, some lighter with a scantily clad woman bending over plastered on the side.
“Right yeah- can you put that down, please?”
The lighter’s quickly snatched from your grip and tossed into the aether of smoke.
“Hey! I was looking at that!” You whine, turning your head to look over the direction he threw it, but are met with a wall of Ben, making you scuffle a step back.
“Not the best time right now, can you uh…can you get out?” He’s talking fast, maybe a little nervously, oh and he looks anxious.
You squint your eyes up at him, a foot above your typical line of sight. And a grin starts to widen on your face.
“Got a girl here I can’t see?” You jest, cocking your hip and resting on your other leg.
“Yeah not the time for that convo, out!”
He points toward his door, actually sounding a bit angry at this stage.
So you stand your ground now, crossing your arms, reactive scowl rightfully taking its place over your features.
“Dude, what? I just came to hang out, what’s your problem?” He’s staring down at you now, brows furrowed in some annoyed twist, as if you’d cut all the wires around his monitors to ‘make his life easier’.
“Right now, you.” He starts, and that did it. He’d never been like this at all with you, usually all play, all tease.
Your scowl deepens, you give him a once over up and down for a little drama before your eyes land on…something on their way back up.
Oh…
“Lock your fuckin’ door maybe?” As you speak though, your eyes linger for just a moment, a slight tug in your gut sending a little shockwave up your spine, but you bite down on the shiver and tear your eyes upward.
Ben swallows hard as you stare at him, a pregnant pause between the two of you.
The tips of his ears feel so hot, his cheeks beginning to mirror them.
“Oh my god, out!” He grunts, cutting the tension in half, hands on your shoulders shoving you backward through the mess of towels, clothes and clutter until you’re back in the hall with a chipped wooden door slammed in your face.
As Ben slams back on his bed, shitty little collectibles and packets go flying and he reaches over for his phone, fingers flying across the keyboard.
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The tv hummed something low, a show you weren’t too interested in but you couldn’t find the effort to reach over to switch off - your mind was too full, too busy, swimming in some spiral.
He was your best friend.
That was easy to pin.
That felt natural, normal…did it?
Sure you’d imagined a few scenarios over the years you’d known him, curiosity at its finest but you’d never crossed that line. And neither had he.
In fact, you’d never really gotten full wind that he even thought of you like that until today.
Maybe he really was just jerking off before you came in? Strategically switched over to some other tab? That’s certainly happened before, and you know Ben weeell.
Your hand lay over your stomach, the other splayed to the side of your bed, your whole body feeling restless.
Images flashed in your mind again of earlier.
“Fuck off please…” you muttered needily to yourself.
Your hand idled lower to your thigh, playing with the hem of your tiny bed shorts.
He was pretty…is pretty…
Maybe you could indulge these thoughts for a moment - so you do.
He’s toned…kind of, from what you’ve seen. Lean might be a better word, so you think back to any time he’s stretched near you, to when his shirt had risen up past his stomach…and he has an Adonis belt, sort of, you note.
Your lips part gently as your mind wanders, a very similar tugging feeling beginning to coil in your gut making your chest rise and fall a little faster than before.
Maybe you’d just…pushed this feeling back for so long? The thought arises.
You look down at your thighs, bathed in the glow of the ignored tv. You let your hand slip to one, and picture his.
Strong but not gruff or scarred like some of the other men living in this house. His hands are probably a lot softer, they’d glide so easily up your legs.
You indulge just a little further.
His jaw could cut you as it rests between your legs, soft blue eyes staring up at you.
An image of him blowing smoke right up against you, warming your core snaps you awake from your little trance along with a buzz from your phone on your rickety nightstand.
Nerves prickled their way up your back, into your arms and into the tips of your fingers.
Maybe this was his way of apologising for whatever happened earlier?
Probably was.
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Ben’s shitty black and neon green gaming chair rattled and squeaked as he swivelled nervously back and forth, his right toe pressing hard into the stained carpet below him as he moved himself.
“Probably doesn’t wanna see me ever again…” he mutters nervously into an over-bitten knuckle, red and sore from the last few hours of teeth.
Glancing around his room, everything sort of just hit him at once.
No way did he even stand a chance.
He lived in filth…how could he??
Monster cans lay strewn and partially stacked, some old noodle pots with the chopsticks still in them were next to his little bin, and he had his entire wardrobe pretty much on show on the floor.
Great.
He’d die alone.
Not only that but all of his posters and everything else didn’t exactly scream ‘I’m looking for a stable relationship where I’ll love and cherish you til the day I die.’ - oh yeah, because half naked anime women, Megan Fox in Transformers and some half torn out busty pictures from old porno style calendars really screamed boyfriend material, let alone one night stand.
He’d had a few encounters over the years, nothing that ever went beyond quite literally one night. Couldn’t really have that in this kind of…living arrangement, or with those kinds of people in the house. Or just with the house itself to be honest.
So few women came and went, leaving him with maybe some pictures, that you’d convinced him to delete since it wasn’t exactly normal if they weren’t sticking around, you’d said.
~ “and it’s kinda creepy, Ben.” You’d said with a scrunched up nose as he flicked through the photos, deleting them one by one.
A hand drags down his face as he places the phone down, focusing back up at his monitors, some code on one, Final Fantasy 14 on the other. Just as he’s about to place his hand on the mouse, a gentle knock rings out through his room and he nearly throws himself off his chair.
“Yeh-“ he breathes out, mentally kicking himself, “yeah, come in!”
Before going in, you very quickly give yourself a once over. You’d changed your shorts to slightly looser bed shorts, albeit still climbing quite high up your thighs, a loose fitting top you’re fairly sure you’d actually stolen from Ben at one stage, neckline too big so it slung over your shoulder, and the same heart patterned fluffy socks.
You gently turn the knob before peaking your head in.
“If there’s some lesbian video on the monitor, at least switch tabs before I come in…” you breathily laugh through the words as you look the other way to where he’s sitting.
Ben’s shoulders instantly relax, as if earlier hadn’t even happened.
“Actually, I’m thinking of switching category.” He huffs, a little grin growing as he pushes himself around in the chair to meet your gaze.
“Oh?” The tension eases as you waddle over to his bed, jumping onto your usual spot up near the pillows, laying yourself out, really trying to just feel like normal again.
“Mm…” he hums, his eyes flicking over you for just a beat longer before he pushes himself, the wheels squeaking a little as he reaches over to a pre rolled blunt.
“Wait, actually, you want this or just the pen?”
You sit yourself up a little on the bed, moving to shift your knee forward, glancing at your options.
“Pen’s fine.” You decide, sticking your free hand out, grabbing at the air.
He tosses it to you, allowing you to take a hit first.
You do, allowing the vapour to fill your lungs, inhaling, holding for a moment, and exhaling, your eyes meeting his.
And then something shifted.
A blunt sat loosely between his teeth, bobbing on his bottom lip as he sighed gently. The silence between the two of you growing just that little bit thicker.
You quickly look away, down at yourself.
Jesus, did you even realise the position you’d placed yourself in. Hips angled back a little, ass out, shorts really riding up now.
Your boobs spilled out just a little, squished up just a bit by duvet below you and your arm holding the pen near your lips.
And your mind snapped.
Fuck it. What had you to lose, actually?
So you played it up. A gentle smile spreading across your lips, warm, inviting.
The high started to crawl its way through you, warming you up as you took another hit.
As Ben lights up, the smoke travelling down his throat almost makes him choke as he lets himself take a proper look at you.
God you are so fucking hot.
Gorgeous.
The way you lay there, spread so softly, and how the vapour wrapped around you as you exhaled.
He thinks he’s looking at an angel.
Probably the least explicit thought he’s had about you recently, he mentally remarks.
“Wanna uh…move over there and we can watch something?” He tests, his eyes flitting between you, the bed and the tv hanging on his wall.
“More than enough room for you to climb on…I ain’t budging.” You exhale another puff, shifting just a little to put the pen on his nightstand before getting back to being comfortable.
He shrugs, shifting himself off the chair before plonking himself down next to you, playfully shoving you just a bit.
“Hey!” You whine, moving an arm to elbow him, but his sudden closeness kind of just hits you, the crawling high starting to work its way through your system.
As he settles, he’s very close, touching close. But this was normal, this was always the way…you try to remember. But the soft exhaled clouds around both of you seem to just whisk you away from any thoughts.
“Comfortable?” He says gently, neck craning a little to look down at you as he lays just a bit farther up than you.
You nod, warmth enveloping you, probably from him. Everything just felt like nice, soft feathers dancing across your skin.
Ben mindlessly flicks through movie and show selections.
“Uhhhh, that one maybe?” You mumble as the selector hovers over some 2000’s looking comedy.
The movie begins to play on low, and you feel Ben shift next to you, lowering himself to be a little closer to your level.
You didn’t mind at all actually, things slipping into what once was a little routine you both had.
It had been a while since you’d smoked and watched some trashy shit together, but missions had gotten busy as of late for the both of you. So just a calm, quiet evening like this was nice, even with the unspoken elephant in the room making itself more present.
But with the haze, fun-bad low movie dialogue, and a long, warm arm slinking behind your head, that elephant slowly drifted from existence.
Ben dared glance over at you from time to time, inching his way closer just a little each time. The way the bridge of your nose pinched as you laughed at the sleazy dialogue, how soft every part of your face looked, how when he glanced further down in the moments he could, he just loved every curve, every angle of you.
His eyes bore into you - you could feel all of it, so you play along, snapping your chin up, eyes eagerly meeting his, squinting as though you’d won something.
“Shit, don’t do that, what the fuck…” he breathes, a nervous laugh ringing through.
“Do what?” Your tone teeters on innocent, but your grin gives you away, all teeth, Ben’s heart squeezing at the sight.
“I…” he stutters, some loud-ish noise takes his attention away for a second before he brings it back to you, but you’re closer.
Warmth blossoms in your cheeks, soft pinks and reds blooming beneath skin. Your breath tickles beneath his nose, as does his.
Your heart climbs into your throat as you realise how real all of this is now, a line in the middle crossing, and this is what you want. This is something you really do want.
Your eyes dart between his eyes and lips, up and down, your gaze getting stuck at the tip of his nose before you’re being gently guided onto your back.
He’s just staring at your lips, at you as he pushes you back gingerly, all of this so alien to him but he’s going along with it all anyways, it all feels so right this way.
He pauses for a moment, heart hammering in his chest, sweat building at the nape of his neck as one hand ghosts your waist, the other holding him up above you.
There’s a moment, your lips part and you nod, a soft little breath escaping before his lips are on yours.
You whine so delicately and he follows suit - a soft groan mingling with yours as both of your lips move tenderly with one another’s. Your hands idly find the side of his top, and the nape of his neck, tugging at both and lifting your knees to bracket his body above yours.
You can barely breathe between kisses, the little gaps where you can are shared hot breaths and little strings of saliva before his lips are on yours again. And his hands roam wherever they can, covering every inch of your abdomen. He pushes the fabric of *his* loose top up, his soft hands, just as you’d imagined, kneading their way up.
He finally graces you with air as he moves his lips to the corner of your mouth, to your jaw leaving little wet spots after each.
“Ben…” you whimper out as he lowers his hips, now inches from yours. You’re feeling so heady, and floaty as the high really kicks in. Every touch feels as though he’d set you alight with anymore - and yet you can’t get enough.
“Yeah, oh god, wanted…” he starts, groaning into the skin of your neck, his tongue dancing across the crook causing you to tremble under him, knees locking around his hips, “need you…” he weeps as he begins to grind against you, the thin fabric of your shorts leaving nothing to the imagination.
His cock presses hard against you through the fabric of his low hanging sweats, twitching just a little as it begs to be let free.
His scent overtakes you as he kisses and sucks at the skin on your neck, and down to your collarbones. Weed, musk, and something sweet.
“Off…” you breathe.
He lifts you just a little to ease your shirt off, quickly following with his, barely giving you a second to appreciate his torso as you map it with your hands.
Within moments he’s back to teething at your skin, nipping and biting where he can, quickly moving down to your breasts, taking one in one hand, his lips taking the nipple of the other
You mewl so sweetly under him as he sucks, growing needier.
He continues to grind against you, and you against him, your breaths quickening as the coil in your gut begins to wind and tighten, the seam of your shorts pressing deliciously against you.
“You moan so pretty baby…” he breathes into your skin, palming lower, lips leaving your nipple, kissing downward to your stomach.
Before moving further, he stops himself, lifting himself up to look at you while reaching over to his ashtray, quickly taking a hit of the blunt.
You get your view, and god he’s gorgeous. All lean, little freckles here and there across his chest. Your eyes rake further down to the dangerously low hanging waistband of his sweats, little blonde happy trail leading straight to the tip of his cock just peeking out from below. And the imprint it was leaving beneath was leading no mystery, he was big.
Another little jolt shoots through your core looking at how his tip weeps onto the waistband, practically begging to be touched.
“All yours baby..” he grins, some confidence catching back up with him as he sees your reaction, your bottom lip between your teeth.
He looks you over, the marks he’s left on your neck and chest, and how neglected your breasts look. He places the blunt back down before moving his hands to your chest again, squeezing and rolling your nipples between his thumb and index fingers and leaning down to lick a stripe just between them up to the hollow or your throat.
This makes you whine something awful, bucking your hips at his.
“Awww, you want more d’ya?” He quips playfully, back to nipping at your skin.
“Gotta earn it.” He grins.
You groan, grappling for him as he moves just out of reach.
“Thought you were the desperate one..” the giggle tears from your chest as you haul yourself up on your elbows.
“Ehhh, we’ll settle on both,” he shrugs, reaching down to palm at his cock, expression turning a little lewd as waves of pleasure ripple through him.
Your mouth drops open, blush darkening as this look on him really does something to you.
“But…hah, still gotta earn it.”
The way you’re looking at him, how you’re laid there so perfectly, something straight out of every fantasy he’s ever had.
Your gaze moves from his face to the way his hand moves over his sweats, how his eyes go half lidded as he looks down at you.
“You’re so pretty, Ben…” you say so sickly sweet, really playing up a part, but you mean every word.
“Hah…you mean that?” The neediness and desperation really leaking its way into his tone. He definitely wasn’t the one to be making demands of you earning anything.
“Mhmmmm,” you hum, confidently shifting yourself up a little again, scooting and moving yourself to settling on lower your knees
And you look up innocently, really leaning into this new part, pressing your hands to his stomach, moving them up to his chest, pushing up on your haunches to meet him.
“I think you’re the one who needs to beg for it..” you press a gentle kiss to his chest, just below his collarbone.
He shudders, any sense of dominant confidence disappearing. A man desperate for you, needing you, needing to smell you, taste you, see you in every angle imaginable, but then what you’d be like after the haze cleared, how you’d be curled up against him in the afterglow, what it meant after everything. If it would continue…if it’d go much further than sex…
“Oh..god yeah…” he lets slip shyly.
You press your hand above his where he’s palming at himself. He groans sweetly, his expression crumbling, eyes closing, jaw hanging loose a little while he bucks into it.
“This what you wanted all along?” You taunt gently, this new sense of self really finding its place.
He nods eagerly, slumping into you, forehead pressing into your shoulder.
“I…I really need you..” he cries softly into your skin, his breath causing every hair to stand up across your body.
“Yeah?” You begin to shift yourself back a little, gets the idea moving himself with you.
As you lay back down, you begin to push your shorts down, revealing everything.
Ben bites his lower lip as he watches, all of you now on show beneath him. And he’s eager, so so eager, he slides his sweats down to join you, before leaning over you again, holding himself up, bracketing you between his arms.
“I wanna taste you so bad…” the words tumble from his lips, making you giggle.
“Go on…please.” You cock your head to the side, the tension between you ebbing and flowing between new and comfortable.
He nods eagerly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he starts to make his way down again, pressing wet kisses from your chin, your chest, your stomach and finally to your pubic bone.
His breaths are shaky looking back up at you. You nod, ready.
Gingerly he presses his palms to the inside of your thighs, kneading just a little while he moves his face closer, breathing you in, groaning on exhale like a man starved before he dives in. His nose hits your clit as his tongue licks a languid stripe from your core and up. You shudder, mewling at the feeling sending pleasure all up through you, tension snapping.
In seconds your hands are in his hair, pressing his face as close as you can to you, thighs tight around him.
He licks so eagerly, so messy, lapping at everything he can. You buck your hips, finding a rhythm with each other, both your soft moans soon filling the air. The noises he makes vibrate through you, arching your back higher and higher until his hands clamp down either side of your waist, pressing you down.
He presses his face harder into you, tongue pressing to your hole, pushing past the ring of tight muscle, your juices flowing onto his tongue. You grip his hair tighter as you feel the coil in your gut be strung tighter and tighter, his nose bumping off your clit in such a delicious rhythm it nearly sends you over the edge just from that alone.
“F-fuck…hah,” you whine and whimper, clamping your thighs even tighter around his head.
“Ben…” breathlessly you pant, “please…inside..anything f-fuck, please,” you beg.
“Nghhh- anything, anything you wan…” he continues to lap at your clit, sucking making you mewl at the pleasure building between your thighs as he brings a hand down between your legs, taking a second to suck on his middle and ring before gently pushing one inside.
Your toes curl, hands moving to the duvet either side of you, grappling for leverage as he pushes to his knuckle, curling upward. You throw your head back, all senses heightened from the high. It had been such a long time since you’d been in this position, since you’d been with anyone.
“Please, more…mmffuck..” panting, you buck your hips to get any more friction.
He chuckles, pressing his lips to your clit again as he pushes his ring finger in too, curling both up, soon finding a delicious rhythm as he pumps them in and out, a lewd squelching sounding through the air.
“So wet…so so pretty,” he hums against your clit, feeling you pulse around his fingers, “I know you wanna cum baby…please cum…please..”
The tenderness in his voice, the desperation, pleading sends you over the edge as you buck your hips, gripping the sheets, head pressing hard into the pillow behind you.
The coil snaps and you dig your heels into the duvet, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you ride out your orgasm, juices flowing over Ben’s fingers, and onto his tongue.
You dare look down and the sight nearly sends you over again. He stares up at you, eyes pinning you in place as he laps up all you give him, before he pulls his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty.
Without missing a beat, he stretches his hand up towards your lips, pushing the two wet fingers inside, and pressing down on your tongue.
Your gaze stays on him, his growing dark, grin slowly pricking at the corners of his lips at your expression.
“Such a good girl, you taste so so good,” he drawls, leaning back down to lick a few more slow, drawn out stripes overstimulating you. Tears flow, so overwhelmed by everything around you.
Soon he’s back up over you, pulling his fingers from your lips.
You look so out of it, and you feel it.
“It’s been a while since…?” he pauses, keeping his voice low, soft and steady despite how heavy his cock feels between his legs.
You nod, barely comprehending much as you continue to come down, the high ebbing and flowing through your system.
And he’s being so gentle with you, so different to what you’d expected.
“Uh…” you start, trying to think of how long it’s been, but you can barely think at all.
“Shhh, I got you…” his lips are back on your neck, nipping lightly.
His neglected cock twitches a little against your inner thigh, and he starts to grind again.
Soft whimpers exhale from his lips as he continues to suck at a spot on your skin, the bliss and growing ache having you run your fingers through his hair again, tugging, bucking your hips again to give him more friction.
He keeps going, pace quickening against you, little blabbers falling quickly out of him,
“Fuck…need you, been thinking of you, getting off to you, you’re so pretty, you sound so pretty, just want you, no one else can hah-have y-you…” his breath begins to hitch as he bucks his hips more vigorously.
His hands are all over you, and yours move from his hair to his back, nails softly digging into his skin only seeming to egg him on further. He bites down on your shoulder as he grinds, pre leaking onto your thigh, spreading as he moves.
“In you…I wanna fill you, wanna, wuh-wanna make you so so full…give you babies, god I wanna get you pregnant…duh-don’t care about anyone else in this fuckin..house, ohhhh hnghh fuck!”
Hearing himself, he doesn’t care anymore, all of his secrets spilling, his fantasies of you plump, round, laying on his bed after he’s filled you good, keeping you happy. Shit he hasn’t shared with anyone and all of it coming out here and now.
You’re right here, under him, indulging him, letting him do all of this, doing all back, your scent, your taste, all of you all around him all at once.
It’s all getting too much, every part of him aching.
“Inside, please god fuck me,” you cry, gripping at him wherever you can, just barely hearing you above his own panting.
He stretches you so good as he pushes in. His brows drawing tight, jaw clenching as he barely lasts, sheathing to the hilt, forehead against yours as the air fills with a cacophony of sweet whines and groans.
The room is soon filled with sounds of skin against skin, gliding and slapping, the tv long on idle mode. Anyone near his room could definitely hear everything, but he didn’t give a fuck. Wouldn’t care if he got the worst rant of his life from Tim or Brian, or even Jeff.
Your legs lock around his hips, pressing him so hard against you his tip kisses your cervix before he begins to spurt, his knees and legs trembling, stuttering as he grunts, heaves and sobs muffled with his lips against yours.
You claw at his back as he fills you up good, keeping your legs locked around him.
The heat of the moment crashes down on both of you at once with the sheer reality of everything lent by a cool breeze brushing through his window while the light from the moon illuminates the room in a soft glow through the trees.
You gently unlock your legs, a deep blush creeping up your skin as your chest tightens, anxiety slowly starting to creep through your nerves. Ben starts to pull out, a mix of both of you seeping onto your thighs making you cringe at the feeling.
Neither of you say anything for a moment, allowing thoughts to fester.
Something soft swipes at your thighs, followed by a gentle squeeze.
Ben gets up and switches on his LEDs, flooding the room with a low purple glow, before kneeling back down in front of you, a bashful expression seeping onto his features.
You try to move, arm slipping a moment, body trembling.
“I, uhm,” he exhaled hard, trying to push aside any kind of shame creeping in.
“Shit, uh,”
“I…Ben I wanted all of that, I wouldn’t have let you do anything if I didn’t.”
He finally *looks* at you.
“G-good,” he stumbles, making you crack a smile.
“Please, c’mere.” An ache fills your chest as you reach out for him, a new, welcome feeling.
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The two of you bathe in the afterglow of everything, under his covers, warm, snuggled up exactly how he wanted it. Exactly how you didn’t know you needed.
Ben’s phone buzzed on silent, yours pinging as the two of you slept through every message and call, mostly either complaints or someone pissed off and nosy ~ either way, you were both dead to the world, not a care nor worry for whatever consequences lay ahead.
can you do Femcel! Reader x Stalker! Ben drowned smut👀
‘Stalker, Stalker’
‘Convinced it’s your looks and the system promoting unrealistic beauty standards as the reason you can’t get laid. You go to an online forum to complain. You should have known to be safe online!’
•CW: Ben Drowned x F!Reader using my own possibly wrong understanding of femcels, Ben is a creepy little freak, watching through webcams, Reddit, Using “Females” unironically, Reader is a little cringy, Non native English speaker author, SMUT, PIV, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) Face fucking, Oral m reviving, doggy, degradation, overall rough sex, who’s 20.
Master list
College had been kicking your ass. Every man had been going after the most basic ‘pretty’ girls that looked nothing like the person you see in the mirror. They always completely ignore you. Every party you tried to attend left you awkwardly standing in the corner. It was exhausting seeing all these guys with the hottest females on their arms when you had to be the girl everyone saw through. After multiple parties, bars, clubs, and even dating apps! You decided to take it to Reddit.
Getting off of work you immediately ran into your own dorm room. You didn’t bother to change, simply taking off your sweaty work shirt before sitting infront of your crappy second hand lap top. You got the computer (if it could even be called that) from a shady pawnshop With bullet holes in the metal of the door downtown paying probably too much to be able to even pick up the literal hunk of an electronic. The old rolly chair creaked underneath your weight making you grimace. The shitty thing would surely fall apart soon you didn’t have the money to get a new one relying on pounds of duct tape to save it. You clicked the on button having to wait a ridiculous amount of time for it to start up.
Your screensaver popped up as you typed in your birthday as the password. Opening your browser you went to Reddit logging in quickly clicking through to r/vent
I 20f have been single for pretty much forever. Men seem to always over look me for the pretty girls that fit every beauty standard. I’m about a 5 but that’s never enough for the guys in my town. I haven’t even talked to a guy outside of school or my job in years. I have no luck on dating apps or any of that e dating crap. Does anyone have any tips on actually meeting people? I go to ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ University if that helps. I’m super desperate for any guy who could like me :p
After quite a bit of back and forth with yourself mentally, you clicked send. You honestly didn’t expect any replies you were pretty boring in writing. You were about to stand up to go make some sorry excuse of a dinner when a ping rang out from your computer. You settled back into your seat quickly opening the thread.
U/BEN_38271
I completely understand. Most men are so superficial and don’t go for the actual interesting girls. Or the most attractive ones ;)
Almost on cue as you finished the last sentence your computer screen froze going black momentarily. “Shit-“ you hit the side of your laptop the screen popping back up. There was a second message.
U/BEN_38271
I’d love to talk about this in DMs with you, message me :)
Your heart started racing, Ben was a guys name wasn’t it? Not to mention someone finally understood! You practically run into his messages buzzing with excitement.
You: hi! I’m Y/N from the thread on r/vent :p
BEN: Don’t worry I remember lol, I don’t understand how any guy couldn’t like you. You seem so interesting :)
You talked for hours that night not wanting to even glance away from the computer. He told you he worked in IT and how he finds it hard to find any girls that like him in his line of work. You told him about your shitty grocery store job and how lonely you’ve been. You ended up falling asleep on your desk the last text from him
BEN: Sweet dreams pretty girl :)
For weeks you and Ben talked nonstop. He always called you pretty and gorgeous even when he’s never seen you. The days after you met him you felt a tingling on the back of your neck, you felt like you were constantly being watched. You could swear sometimes you heard a male voice tauntingly saying your name whenever you were alone around the break room TV.
Last night you had been exhausted, at work every electronic you seemed to walk by completely fried. You were the one forced to make every call and every complaint, looking at the security cameras to prove it wasn’t your companies fault. You could swear through the blurry film you saw a face popping op on every screen before it completely self destructed, its eyes following you. You knew it was your imagination but it still didn’t make it less creepy.
When you got home you immediately fell onto your bed. You could barely think about anything other than sleep, almost not even getting off your clothes opting to go to bed in your underwear. As your head hit the soft pillow the fan on your ceiling letting out a quiet buzz almost immediately putting you to sleep.
Sharp clicks and snaps ran out through your empty room. The feeling of water dripping on your bare chest wetting the bra you forgot to take off, slowly bringing you back to consciousness. Your face scrunched up in annoyance as the air around you felt electrified, like it was about to be hit by lightning. Your eyes fluttered open and you tried to let out a scream. Leaning over you was a man. He was blonde with shaggy hair and eyes almost pitch black. You couldn’t even make out where his irises ended and pupils began. He was dipping water and felt cold to the touch like he was just in a lake during September. His hand snapped over your mouth silencing any noise you planned to make.
“Shhh- Come on sweetheart don’t you remember me?” You froze your brain doing mental fucking gymnastics trying to figure out why that nickname sounds so familiar. “You know I was angry when you ignored me today, walked right past didn’t even glance.” Your gaze flickered to your bedroom door, could you run? He’s strong a lot stronger than he should be for someone his size.
“Hey eyes on me sweetheart.” He tapped the side of your face making you look right back at him. “I was gonna be mad but then you took off your pretty little clothes for me and… maybe I can forgive you.” He tilted his head a taunting pout on his lips. “What you don’t recognize me?” He laughed at you before sighing seemingly deciding something. “I’m going to move my hand if you scream I’ll have to do something neither of us will enjoy, alright baby?” You nodded frantically as he slowly moved his hand, it trailed down your jaw and neck settling on your throat. “Ben?..” there was no way, this couldn’t be the sweet guy who you’ve been talking to. “There you go sweetheart.” You let out a small whimper as he moved his hand down your shoulder tracing the side of your bra till it landed on your rib cage. His thumb brushed the bottom of your tit as he kept talking.
“I think I deserve an apology don’t you?” He smiled at you like a wolf circling an already wounded sheep. You felt embarrassment craw up your neck at the pulse that went down to your core. You mindlessly nodded, he was hot you couldn’t lie about that. “Good girl.” He chuckled climbing onto the bed straddling your hips. “You’re so much hotter in person, do you know that?” He started pawing at your chest unashamed. You grabbed at his wrist to try to slow him down. “H-how did you get here-“ he shushed you before smashing his lips against yours. The kiss was rough and unpracticed mostly teeth and tongue. You could feel his dick slowly growing with the best of his heart against your stomach. He started pulling away you trying to chase his mouth. “Get on the floor.” He raised his leg off of you giving you the space to scramble to your knees at the side of your bed.
He sat in front of you thighs parted. You could see the outline of his cock in his pants. “Go on you shouldn’t keep me waiting with how you treated me today.” You looked up at him star struck shakily pulling him free from his pants. His cock hit his abdomen. He was big in the best way, the way where you won’t go to the emergency room for a bruised cervix but the same way you’ll feel him in you for days after. His tip was flushed and leaking precum. He was getting impatient grabbing it with his hand before pushing it against your lips. “Come on hurry up.” The second your lips parted for a reply he shoved himself into you. You gagged as you felt him hit deep in your throat . He didn’t give you time to adjust too eager or maybe he just didn’t care. He grabbed both sides of your face moving your head back and forth harshly. “Fuck your mouth is so warm.” He whined out as he fucked your face at a brutal pace.
You hollowed your cheeks making him let out a whimper his head falling back slightly. Your eyes were watering bad tears running down your face only adding to his saliva covered balls and cock. You grabbed onto his thighs nails digging in as you tried to breathe through your nose. “Fuck take it, good girl.” He was panting hard, you felt him twitch in your throat. “Fuck I’m gonna cum-“ he pushed you all the way down your nose shoved into the unruly blonde hair at his base. Before you could try to pull away he started cumming. His stomach tensed as spurts of his sperm coated the back of your throat giving you no choice but to swallow. When he let go you stumbled back barely catching yourself with your hands. You were desperately trying to catch your breath as he looked down at you condescendingly. “What, you don’t think we’re done do you?”
He grabbed your bicep pulling you back up and onto the bed. He pushed you onto your stomach kneeling behind you. His hand tangled in your hair pulling back roughly. “Everytime I watched you fuck yourself on your web cam I imagined this.” You could practically hear the smirk on his face. “W-what do you mean watched-“ he cut you off by roughly pulling down your underwear. “I’ve fantasized about this moment since I read that little post begging for help.” He laughed as you felt your face get hot. “I wasn’t begging!” You countered about to say something else before you felt his tip rubbing between your folds. “F-fuck” you whispered suddenly forgetting anything you were gonna say. “Jesus you’re soaked, what a fucking whore.” You let out a whine as he nudged his way into your entrance. “W-wait please just-“ he pushed in hard you let out a shocked yelp as the burn of him stretching you out rang through your core. You could feel every vein on his cock squeezing around him. “You’re so much better than my hand.” He was panting hard as he started pulling out slightly. He plunged back in you practically going limp on your bed. His arms wrapped around your hips to keep you in the position he wanted. “Just take it like you know you want to.” He taunted starting an even ruthless rhythm of his hips. You could feel your slickness running down your thighs no doubt mixing with the water he was coated in, your bed sheets are so fucked.
You couldn’t hold back the moans anymore not as his length brushed against your g spot with every clumsy thrust. “Fuck, Ben please!” He held you tighter snaking one hand down to play with your clit. “Please what, baby?” That little fucker. He knew what he was doing. “Wanna cum.” You whined out as his movements sped up. “Oh yeah wanna cum on my cock, pretty girl?” You nodded to the best of your ability with your head shoved into the bed. “Go on then milk me” he taunted his thrusts getting more unpredictable as you both got closer to climax. You almost shouted as you clenched around him your stomach tightening as you let go. The squeezing of your cunt was too much for him cumming almost immediately after. You felt him twitch inside as he unloaded his second orgasm into you. You were both a panting mess as he leaned over you. “It’s nice to meet you in person by the way.” He said smugly. You groaned trying to smack him while he was on your back. “Oh fuck off.”
Stepdad! William Afton x Reader – ‘Boyfriend’ (SMUT)
Summary: You bring home a boy. Your mother is excited. Your stepdad…not so. Cue to stepdad William Afton staking his claim and reminding you who you truly belong to.
Fandom: FNAF (inspired by the movie verse)
Pairing: William Afton x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (SMUT), Age difference, Older man x Younger woman, stepdad x daughter!reader, dub-con, implied con, taboofic, spanking, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex, secret!sex, jealousy!, threats, hair pulling, unsafe sex, creampie, breeding!kink implied, infidelity, implied established stepdadxreader, William Afton is not a nice man, William Afton is a bad dad.
Boyfriend
Flashing him an encouraging smile, you stepped into the warmth of your home, the chill from the outside air dissipating. Your mother bustled about in the kitchen, the familiar scents of her cooking enveloping you like a comforting embrace. As she turned to greet you, her gaze fell upon Sam, who stood just behind you.
"Mom," you said, motioning towards the young man beside you. "Remember Sam?"
Sam was undeniably handsome; his blond hair framed a chiseled face adorned with bright green eyes that seemed to capture every bit of light in the room. His tall frame filled out the doorway, exuding a quiet strength that immediately caught your mother's attention. Her eyes twinkled as she looked him over.
"Nice to meet you,” Sam said politely, extending a hand that your mother eagerly shook. Her eyes traced over his broad shoulders and the white toothy smile.
"You are on the football team, aren’t you?" she replied warmly, her excitement barely contained.
“I am,” Sam confirmed, his smile broadening, reminiscing you of ancient statues of Greek Heroes and Gods. He was picture-perfect. Just the right type of boy to take home to impress your mother with.
"Actually, Mom," you hesitated for just a moment before continuing, voice shy and eyelashes fluttering, "Sam and I are dating.”
"Really?" Her eyes widened, a grin spreading across her face. "Oh, how wonderful!" She clapped her hands together in delight.
“Your daughter is a gem,” Sam said smoothly, words slipping out like velvet. You could just see how your mother seemed to approve of him.
He placed his bag on the kitchen counter and seemed to look around for something, then his eyes traveled to you, a question within them. You tried to suppress a grin and shook your head, and Sam’s eyes traced back to your mom.
"Excuse me," Sam said, "Can I use the…?”
"Of course, dear." Your mother pointed down the hallway. "Second door on the right."
As soon as he disappeared from sight, your mother pulled you into a tight hug. "So spill, when did this happen? Didn’t you tell me you didn’t like that boy?”
“Just today,” you said with a small grin. “And perhaps I changed my mind. Try and date. Like someone kept nagging I should.”
“Finally,” your mom said, raising her palms in the air. “I have been praying you would go on a date, even if it was just once. You really need to get some experience. And Sam seems… nice.”
“I know,” you said, tongue pressing against the back of your teeth pensively. “He’s not my type…”
“I wasn’t going to say that,” your mother said hesitatingly, though you could tell she had been thinking it. Then she flashed you another smile and gently placed her hand on top of yours. “I am happy you are finally crawling out of your shell. You’re a pretty girl,” at this you scrunched your nose and she caught sight of it, “yes, you are. Even if you think differently.”
Then she let go of your hand and let out a happy sigh. “Oh, I remember when I was your age.”
You rolled your eyes as you both said, “Dated a new boy each week.”
You looked at your mom and you both laughed. “I know, mom,” you said. “I know. But I’m not like that.”
“I know,” she replied with a gentle smile, her head resting on her hands and her elbows leaning on the kitchen counter as she looked at you. “I'm so happy for you, sweetheart! He seems like a great guy."
You couldn't help but smile. "He really is, Mom."
Sam returned to the kitchen, a sheepish grin on his face, and you both settled down at the table to work on your homework assignment. Your mother, sensing that you two might want some time alone, gave you both a teasing smile.
"If you get hungry you may take from these,” she gestured at the food she’d been making. “I'll be working in the attic if you need anything," she said before exiting the kitchen.
Sam eyed the snacks your mother had been making and picked one up, taking a bite. You followed his example.
The assignment before you was boring, and quite soon both of you were sighing. You noticed how Sam was moving closer to you with every opportunity he got, brushing an arm against you or a leg. It was exactly why you had chosen to date him. You just knew he would make a move and never took schoolwork seriously. He was that type of guy. Hands-on. Thinking of one thing only.
"God, I hate this assignment," Sam mumbled as he flipped through his textbook, his green eyes filled with annoyance.
"Tell me about it," you agreed, rubbing your temples. "Let's take a break and put on some music."
"Great idea." Sam pulled out his phone and connected it to a small speaker. Soon, the sultry sounds of bachata filled the air, and you couldn't help but sway along to the rhythm.
"Come on," Sam stood up, offering you his hand. "Let's dance."
You grinned, taking his hand and allowing him to lead you into the dance. His strong arms guided you effortlessly, the heat between you two palpable as your bodies moved in sync. The world around you seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the music and Sam's embrace.
The sound of a door slamming shut jolted you back to reality and you looked straight into the fury blue eyes of your father.
William Afton, your stepfather, stood in the doorway, his face twisted with anger. You immediately felt a knot of fear tighten in your stomach.
"Uh, hi Dad," you stammered, trying to sound casual even as your heart raced.
"Who is this?" he growled, his cold blue eyes narrowing as they fixed on Sam. Pretty young boy. Everything the opposite of what he was.
"Th-this is Sam," you replied, your voice trembling slightly. "He's my boyfriend." Not quite, but dating counted, right?
"Boyfriend?" William sneered, his distaste evident. "And that makes this okay? You think I'd let something like this happen under my roof?"
"Sir, we were just—" Sam began, only to be cut off by the sharp, icy glare William shot him.
"Enough," William snapped, his tone making it clear that there would be no further discussion. You could see Sam's jaw clench in frustration, but he wisely held his tongue.
You forced yourself to take a calming breath and lowered your gaze submissively. "I'm sorry, Dad," you murmured, hoping that would be enough to placate him for now.
William's lips curled into a sneer as he paced the room, his anger radiating in waves. "You're too young to be dating," he spat, his words like venom. "Don’t know what you’re getting into, do you? So eager for a boy’s cock."
You felt your cheeks flushed and shyly stared at the floor, letting your stepdad’s words wash over you like waves.
“And you,” he then said, aiming his fully attention at Sam now. “I know your type. Think you can seduce a naïve young girl, fuck her on your cock once and then throw her aside like a cheap whore. Laugh about it afterward with your friends. You think my daughter’s easy like that?”
Sam shifted uncomfortably under the weight of William's gaze, visibly shrinking back from him. You felt your cheeks burn with humiliation, wanting nothing more than to disappear.
"Maybe your mother thinks it's cute," William continued, turning back to you again, his voice dripping with disdain. "But I know better. She'd love to see you become a whore, wouldn't she?"
"Hey, that's not fair—" Sam started to protest, but a single raised hand from William silenced him.
"Enough." The word was barely more than a growl, and it sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but feel betrayed by Sam's inability to defend you, even as you knew that standing up to William was like trying to stop a hurricane with an umbrella.
"Look," Sam muttered, avoiding your eyes. "I should go. We can finish the homework later, or something."
And it was exactly this something that had the hope inside if your tummy plummeting. As Sam rushed to your front door, you followed him with featherlight steps.
Somehow this was what you had expected of him. All tough and popular in school, but when facing a bigger man he would shrink away.
It irked you that he didn’t even try to stand up for you, that he accepted this defeat without so much as turning to your dad and telling him off. Nope, he just went to the door. Left you to your dad. Coward.
You slammed your hand on the door before he could open it, forcing him to lock eyes with you.
"Wait," you whispered. "Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you stand up for me?"
"Your dad,” Sam spoke through gritted teeth but hesitated, as if he were uncertain why he even had this conversation with you. At the end of the hallway, you could feel your stepdad’s towering presence, heavy and dark.
Like a shadow watching over the two of you.
“Your dad’s just...too much for me," Sam finally admitted, his voice tense. He paused and looked at you. "I'm sorry."
"Stepfather," you corrected him softly, feeling a strange mixture of relief and disappointment. "He's my stepfather."
Sam shrugged, his bag on his back, the zipper open still, showing the folders and maps you were supposed to be working on.
"Either way, I don't want to be around him." With that, Sam stepped out the door, leaving you alone to face the storm that was William Afton.
You slowly turned around, the shape of your stepfather like a dark shadow at the end of the hall. The displeased curve of his lips was visible from where you stood.
He only needed to point a finger to the floor, signaling that you had to return to him. No words were needed. Step after careful step, you walked closer, entering the room before he closed the door behind you.
“Well now,” the words came out low and rasped as your stepdad placed his large hand on the small of your back, guiding you back to the kitchen table before roughly pushing you toward it. You tumbled over by the sheer force, chest pressed against the cold wood as items that had still been on the table now clattered to the floor.
Strong hands moved past your hips, pulling your pants and panties down in one swift motion, exposing your neither regions. Cold air brushed past your skin and you subdued a shudder.
"You think it's okay to bring someone else home, hmm?" William asked, his voice cold. "Think I wouldn't find out?"
"Dad, I-" you began to protest, but he cut you off.
"Quiet." He didn't give you a chance to respond before he delivered the first spank, sharp and sudden. You gasped at the mix of pain and pleasure that shot through your body. His hands were big, even against the supple flesh of your ass.
"Count," he instructed, his breath heavy.
“One,” you said, words forced out through gritted teeth. Another slap, the stinging slightly fiercer than before. Your hands curled into fists in front of you, trying to support your weight on your elbows as you stood bent forward over the table. Another smack. “Two.”
You heard the deep breathing of your stepdad as it increased. He was getting excited. “You brat,” you heard him murmur in between slaps. The stinging increasingly becoming worse, the pain a delightful pleasure that made you hum.
“It’s clear Dad here has got to teach you a lesson not to be such a little slut,” each of those final words was punctuated by another firm slap to your buttocks, making you see stars and wheeze with pleasureful pain.
You whimpered out the numbers, bracing yourself for another smack. As the spanking continued, your cheeks burned and your arousal grew. There was something thrilling about being at his mercy, about submitting entirely to him.
Finally, your stepdad stopped, and you waited in anticipation for another slap. But it didn’t come. Instead, you felt his strong hands massaging your tender flesh. His fingers, rough from years of working on animatronics, sent shivers down your spine as he caressed your sensitive skin, separating your now sore cheeks and pushing them back together again.
"Such a pretty little thing, aren't you?" he purred, his hot breath fanning across your wet pussy. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he'd gotten exactly what he wanted, and it both terrified and excited you. He leaned down, his tongue teasing your slit before he captured your clit between his teeth, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.
"Dad," you moaned, unable to contain yourself any longer. He hummed in response, his lips working expertly on your most sensitive spot. The nibbling the flick of his tongue to your sensitive clit, it was all too much, and you had to bite the back of your hand in order to keep from crying out loud. Suppose your mom would hear.
No, she could never find out!
Chapped lips curved against your sensitive sticky-wet skin. The little hairs of his beard tickled you as William continued to pleasure you with his mouth. You felt a familiar tension building within you. Desperate for release, you wriggled on the table, wishing you could somehow grasp his hair and urge him on. But he held your hips tightly in his hands, grip strong enough to create finger-shaped bruises, his head buried between your legs. All you could to was squirm against the table, wishing you could see him as he ate you out.
"Please," you begged, the sound nearly a sob. William chuckled darkly, slipping his fingers inside you and curling them just right. It was all too much – the pressure, the pleasure, the pain – and suddenly, you were falling apart, your orgasm washing over you in a tidal wave of sensation.
Your body trembled, pussy pulsing wildly around his finger and tongue, slick gushing forward and into his awaiting mouth, coating his lips.
As he withdraw, you heard a dark chuckle. Your world spun and slowly got back into focus, and you realized you were still on the table, your weight resting on your elbows as you stared at the photographs of your family hanging on the wall.
You were grateful that the table supported you, because your legs were shaking and you didn’t think you could stand on your own right now.
"Good girl," William praised, his voice low and dangerous as he withdrew his fingers from your quivering core. As you lay there, catching your breath, you could feel the lingering pulse of your orgasm still radiating through your body. But William wasn't finished with you yet.
"Stay bent over," he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. You obeyed, anticipation causing a shiver to run down your spine. The sound of his zipper being undone filled the room, and you couldn't help but feel both nervous and excited for what was about to happen.
"Such a tight little pussy," he growled as he positioned himself behind you, one hand gripping your hip while the other tangled in your hair. He pulled you back, forcing you to arch your back even more as his cock pressed against your entrance.
"Please," you whimpered, desperate for him.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked, his voice dark and dangerous.
"Y-you," you stuttered, feeling your face flush with embarrassment.
"Say it," he demanded.
"I belong to you, Daddy."
"Good girl," he praised before thrusting into you without warning, his cock splitting you open and filling you completely. A gasp tore from your throat as you struggled to adjust to his size, but William didn't give you any time to recover. He set a brutal pace, pounding into you like an animal, his grip on your hair keeping you in place.
"Fuck, you're so perfect," he snarled, his breath hot on your neck. His words sent a shudder through you, and you couldn't help but push back against him, wanting to take him deeper.
"Harder, please," you begged, needing to feel his complete control.
"Greedy little thing," he chuckled, somehow managing to drive into you even harder. "You love this, don't you?"
You parted your lips to answer, the feelings overwhelming you. But he was quicker.
“Quiet,” he snarled in your ear, “We don’t want your mother to hear what we’re doing here, do we?”
Hard as it was, you managed a nod – even with the way he kept a grip tightly on your hair. Your body ached for him, and every thrust of his hips seemed to drive you further under his spell.
"Tell me who you're gonna fuck from now on," he demanded, his voice a low growl.
"Only you, Daddy."
"Damn right," he muttered as he continued to pound into you, each thrust making your body shudder with pleasure. You felt the firm outline of his hips, the softness of his belly pressing against your back as he thrust inside of you. It shouldn’t feel so sinful, but it did. Your much older stepfather was making you feel so good, that it dazed you.
You could feel another orgasm building, but before you could reach that peak, William's grip on your hair tightened as his own release approached.
"Fuck!" he snarled, his hips slamming into you one last time as he came, filling you with his hot seed. His grip changed on you while you cried out, walls fluttering around his hard shaft. His hand on your hip and the one pulling your hair ensured that you were pulled flushed against him, making sure he stayed buried deep inside for just a little longer than needed while your cunt pulsed around him.
Slowly, your vision started to stabilize again. The warped pictures on the wall came back into focus and your pussy’s grip on his cock became looser, not pulsing as frequently as your body started to relax.
His panting breaths filled the room as he slowly pulled out, releasing your hair from his grip.
“Now, what do you say?” you heard his low voice rumble as you slumped forward on the table, catching your breath.
"Thank you, Daddy," you murmured, feeling the slick escape from the depths of your core, sliding all the way down your legs. You slowly got up and pushed yourself away from the table, facing William.
He stood a few feet behind you, his pants resting on his hips, cock and balls proudly on display. Liquid coated his softening shaft, and you watched entranced as he started to tuck it back inside his pants before zipping his fly.
You followed his example, bending over to pull your pants up, wincing at the discomfort you felt deep inside your core where he had been battering your cervix without a care in the world. You prayed your mother wouldn’t walk in right now, but luckily, she didn’t.
When you were presentable enough again – making sure your hair wasn’t quite the mess and ignoring the cold sticky liquid that ran down the inside of your thigh – you took a step closer to your stepdad.
“Mr. Afton,” you said, knowing he liked it when you addressed him so formally. And it worked. You saw the spark in his blue eyes. Licking your lips, closed the distance between you, standing on your tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss.
Once the kiss broke, your eyes met his blue ones. The pupils so dilated they seemed almost black.
“That’s better,” your stepfather said, his hand resting on the small of your back, keeping you close to him whilst towering over you. Just the height of him made you feel small, but then there was that gaze and the firm tone he used when he spoke to you. So demanding, so in control.
"Remember," he warned, his eyes dark and intense. "I don’t ever want to see you take another boy home again, or the consequences will be far beyond anything you can ever imagine.”
As a spark lit off in your eyes, he caught sight of it and his grip on you tightened. The corners of his lips pulled into a tight line. “I am serious, do not challenge me on this one. It is unlike what you are thinking of.”
And somehow, those words brought with them a sense of danger that made you actually feel cold on the inside, like he wasn’t threatening to fuck you hard as a punishment, but that he was threatening whatever man you might want to take home in future times. Like a death sentence. Would he kill them?
“You're mine, and I don't share," he rasped.
You nodded, your heart racing at his possessiveness. Somehow, it felt both terrifying and thrilling to be so completely claimed by this dangerous, powerful man.
And as you looked into his eyes, you knew your plan had worked.
“I promise to be good for you, Dad,” you said, words a whisper.
He let go just in time before the door flung open and your mother entered the room.
“Ah, sweetheart, you’re back,” she said, bright smile on her face as she walked over to give William a hug and a kiss on his lips. His blue eyes darted past her to meet yours and you quickly glanced aside.
Once they broke apart, your mother turned toward you. “Where’s Sam?” And then a frown formed on her face as she sniffed the air. She must have been quick in recognizing the scent and deducing what must have happened, for you could see her lips curl into a small smile and her eyes twinkle,
“Well, at least I hope you’ve used protection,” she muttered as she brushed past you to return to the snacks she prepared earlier in the kitchen.
“Want a taste of something sweet,” she curiously asked your stepdad, holding up one of the plates with prepared snacks.
William’s grin widened. “Oh,” he murmured, “I think I already have.”
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Fin
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pairing: stepfather!william afton | steve raglan/fem!reader
content tags: daddy kink, size kink, age gap, praise kink, multiple orgasms, loss of virginity, hand jobs, blow jobs, grinding, first kiss/making out, inexperienced, come swallowing, vaginal fingering.
summary: your stepfather is finding it harder and harder to resist you, while you remain entirely oblivious.
PREFACE: the reader in this fic is 18+ in age. while phrasing like "little", "baby girl" and "daddy" are used, this terminology is not indicative of the age of the reader. the reader is 18+. minors do not interact.
word count: 6,411
tags: @dilfkiss
read on AO3
18+ content below cut. minors do not interact.
note: I took "dumb!stepdaughter reader" to mean oblivious as to how horny she makes stepfather!william, I hope thats ok! also I know you only asked for a oneshot but I got so carried away lmao. enjoy! ♡
William was so engrossed in his work that he didn’t even hear your knocks on the basement door. You cracked the door open slightly when he didn’t respond to see him hunched over his workstation. Flashes of light routinely flickering in front of his eyes as he solders metal to metal.
You sneak through the entrance and tiptoe down the stairs, stopping right behind him. You wait for him to put the soldering iron down before hugging him from behind, pressing yourself against his warm, broad back. William startled, too distracted to even realise you were there.
“Honey!” he exclaimed, “what’re you doing? Be careful, you could’ve gotten hurt,” he turns around pulling off his visor to look at you, but his eyes lock in place when he sees you. Your legs, bare to the upper thigh, hips covered by the thin fabric of your pyjama shorts, top half covered by an oversized sweatshirt he recognised as one of his own. He swallowed hard.
“I’m sorry,” you removed your arms from him, “I just wanted to come see you, see what you were working on.”
He couldn’t resist your pouting face, “c’mere, let me show you,” William patted his lap, encouraging you to take a seat. You settle down and turn to face the worktop which was covered with bits and pieces, metal and wire.
His hands rest naturally on your hips, feeling just how thin the fabric of your shorts really was. William had to stifle a groan when you wiggled in his lap to get comfortable. He immediately felt his blood rushing south, his length twitching under your backside. Taking a deep breath, he rested his chin on your shoulder and stroked the bare expanse of your thigh. There was something about seeing you in his clothes made his dick twitch in his trousers.
“What is it?” you asked curiously.
He cleared his throat, “it’s an elbow joint that belongs to one of the animatronics. Some parts needed replacing, and it needed oiling. The movement was too… stiff,” he was thinking about what else was stiff.
“That’s so cool, it’s so clever how you make these things,” your voice was full of wonder, like a kid on Christmas. You picked up the cold metal in your hands and shifted on William’s lap trying once again to get comfortable.
“Thank you honey, that m-means a lot,” his breath caught in his throat as you wiggled again.
Something was definitely poking you, and William knew exactly what it was. You, however, were none the wiser, entirely distracted by playing with the elbow joint in front of you.
William rested his forehead against your shoulder, relishing in the feeling of you pressed against him like this. He thanked whatever god may be out there for the good fortune of your mother working out town for the week, he knew he’d be in big trouble if she were to barge in right now. He’d be in big trouble if she ever found out about the thoughts he had about you, his stepdaughter.
He knows he shouldn’t feel these feelings or think thoughts like these, but how is he supposed to resist with the way you’re grinding your ass into his erection right now. And to top it all off, you had no idea just what you were doing to him. Completely clueless.
“Are you tired?” you ask over your shoulder.
So naïve, “a little, yeah. How about we go back upstairs, hm? Relax and watch a movie maybe?”
“Sure!” you hop off his lap, the cold night air filling the space you occupied. He once again felt his dick twitch and strain against the fabric of his pants.
“You head on up and pick something out for us to watch. I’ll be right there; I just need to do one more thing.”
“Okay!” you shouted cheerfully. William turned to watch you go, your shorts riding up your legs as you ascend the stairs, revealing the curve of your ass cheeks at the very top of your thighs.
You close the door behind you, turning the basement dim again. William leaned his head back against his chair and groaned, deep and desperate. He hastily shoved his slacks down his legs and freed his now rock-solid cock from the confines of his underwear, wasting no time in pumping the appendage with a rough hand.
His lips parted, hot breaths escaping his lips, William imagined you on his lap once more. How you’d grind against him, no clothes, skin to skin. He imagined your moans, soft and pathetic, just for him. He imagined caressing your breasts, rolling the nipples to hard points, how you’d toss your head back as you rode him and screamed his name. He imagined his hand was your pussy, hot and wet, gripping and squeezing him until he came. How tight would you be? How deep could his length reach inside you?
It was bad, his own innocent stepdaughter. But it was the innocence that really turned him on. William wondered how much experience you had. He imagined being your first, the first cock to split you in two, the first one to hear you come.
Sensing the apex of his climax, William bit his lip and thrusted wildly into his hand, “that’s it baby, that’s it, you’re gonna… ungh, make daddy come.” He dug his nails into the leather arm rest as his hips stuttered, breathing ragged, until he finally comes hard all over himself.
His moans are high pitched and broken, head slumped back against the chair with the adrenaline of his orgasm dissipating through his body.
William now has an answer to a decision he didn’t even realise he had to make.
He was going to fuck you.
-
William finally gathered the strength to clean himself up with the tissues on his desk and compose himself enough to meet you in the living room. When he enters however, he has to grip the wood of the door frame to keep himself from collapsing right there on the floor.
“Honey… what are you doing?”
“Trying to fix the DVD player, the cable came out,” on your hands and knees underneath the TV stand, ass in the air. William could see the mound of your pussy through your- he shook his head, as though he could physically shake the dirty thoughts from his mind.
“D-do you need a hand?” he manages to choke out.
“No, I almost got it,” you spread your legs wider to bend down further, looking for the perfect angle that would allow the cable to slide into the slot, “I don’t think I need a degree in robotics and engineering to fix the TV,” you teased.
William takes a seat on the couch right behind you. From this angle, he can see right up underneath the sweatshirt you were wearing, his sweatshirt, seeing the faint outline of your breasts. There was no way you didn’t know what you were doing to him. There was no way someone could be this oblivious.
William began daydreaming again. Oh, what it would feel like to take her by the hips at this angle, slowly pressing into her tight-
“Got it!” you exclaimed, leaning back on your knees to check the TV.
Snapping back to reality, William snatched a pillow from the couch and placed it on his lap before you could turn around. Despite bringing himself to a climax a mere few minutes ago downstairs, he could feel himself hardening again already.
“Okay! This is one I’ve wanted to watch for a while now, but I’ve been too scared to watch it on my own,” you sit down on the sofa right next to him, leaning comfortably into his side.
-
The movie opens with a blonde woman making popcorn on the stove, before getting harassed on the phone by a mystery man and ultimately murdered in her own yard.
“Oh my god!” you flinch away from the gore to bury yourself into your stepdad’s side.
William chuckles, “don’t worry baby I’m here,” he wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer and leaning his cheek comfortingly against the top of your head.
In your panic, you had wrapped your arm around his midsection. William felt his dick respond to the proximity of your hand. He tried desperately to steady his breathing while stroking your back.
William thought for a moment that the horror movie would be able to distract him from the way you were pressed against him, until the teenage couple on the screen began making out and groping each other in bed.
Feeling emboldened, he decided to tease you a little, “now, don’t you be getting any ideas young lady. I don’t want to open your bedroom door one day and find you tangled up with a boy like that.”
You whipped your head up to look at him, arm still draped over his waist, “no way! I don’t even like any boys like that. They’re all weird anyways.”
“Weird how?” William probed.
“Like…” you thought for a second, “they’re all so dumb and immature. I want to find someone like how mom found you.”
Someone like him… Twitch. “That’s sweet, honey.”
“I wouldn’t even know what to do anyways,” you turned back around and laid your head in William’s lap against the pillow.
His brows furrowed, “what do you mean?” he rested his hand on your waist, stroking light circles into the fabric of his sweatshirt.
“I don’t know,” you mumbled, “like kissing and stuff. I’ve never done it… I would probably be really bad at it.”
William was dumbstruck, you really were completely innocent just like he thought. “So,” he started tentatively, “you’ve never kissed anyone?”
You shook your head in his lap, his breath hitching as you pressed the cushion further into his building erection. You didn’t notice.
“And you’ve never… gone further than that? Nobody has touched you?” he was pushing it now; you were bound to catch on.
You shook your head ‘no’ again, “I’m scared it’ll hurt…” You were silent for a moment, before sitting up suddenly turning on your knees and facing him, the movie long forgotten at this point. “Does it hurt? Is it supposed to?” Your eyes wide with curiosity, just like they were down in the basement.
“I- um,” William cleared his throat, painfully aware his hand was still at your waist, “no. No, it’s not supposed to hurt. If your partner is mature enough, and, you know, pays attention to you and what you need, it should feel like the best thing in the world. For the both of you.”
You nodded, deep in thought.
“Have you really never kissed anyone before?” William asked again, still not quite believing it.
“Never,” you shook your head, “how do you do it?”
William’s breath caught in his throat, “w-what?”
“How do you kiss someone like that,” you were serious.
He closed his eyes and braced himself, now or never, he thought. “I can show you, if you’d like.”
Your eyes widened once again and you nodded rapidly, “please,” you begged, scooting closer.
William brought his large palm to your cheek, caressing the soft skin gently, his other hand still resting at your waist, “close your eyes,” he ordered. You obeyed dutifully.
He glanced down at your plush lips, parted as your breathing quickened in anticipation. William leaned in closer and pulled you towards him to meet him halfway. His own eyes fluttered closed as your lips connected. Softly at first, then the hunger overtook William as he grasped your face in both hands, pulling you even closer towards him as he deepened the kiss. He couldn’t stop now.
He licked at your lips, earning a gasp which he quickly took advantage of. Pressing his tongue desperately against yours, you moaned at this brand-new sensation.
Instinctively needing to be closer to him, you shoved the cushion off his lap and took its place, your knees either side of his thighs. You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, surrendering completely to your stepdad’s mouth.
Teeth and tongues clashing, William bites your bottom lip. This is everything he’s been dreaming about. You melting against him so deliciously. His erection grows harder still, now he’s sure you know exactly what it is because you’re grinding down against it in his lap.
William pulls away from your mouth, chest heaving. He has to push you backwards by your own chest as you try to chase the kiss. “Slow down baby, slow down,” he strokes your face with his thumbs.
“Is kissing always like that?” you pant, still gripping onto his shirt for dear life.
William chuckles, “it should be,” his hands drop to your waist as he buries his face in your neck, placing kisses there too, “I can’t believe you’re this innocent.”
He feels you lean into his touch, “you know, you look so pretty in my sweatshirt, baby girl,” he slides his hands under the fabric to touch your skin.
You’re completely drunk on his touch, mind empty, you don’t know how to respond.
“I’ve thought of touching you like this… for a long time,” he says between kisses.
“Really?” you ask, dumbstruck, “why me?”
William pulls away to look at you in the face, “are you serious?” he searches your eyes, “oh honey, you’re so beautiful. Everything about you drives me insane.” Hands still massaging the skin beneath the sweatshirt, “and seeing you in this, in my shirt and these tiny fucking shorts. Oh my god,” William leans in once again, latching onto your neck and sucking a bruise into the skin.
The stimulation sends jolts through your entire body, traveling down to your core between your legs. You grind on William in an attempt to relieve the pressure. He leans back, kissing along your jawline, “does that feel good?” he asks.
You only whine in response.
“Nuh-uh baby don’t play dumb. Use your words, tell me what you feel.”
“Feels good,” you whimper softly. The sound of your desperate voice making his dick strain harder in his slacks.
“Where does it feel good? Tell me.”
Heat rushes to your cheeks, “in-in between my legs.”
William runs his middle finger over your clothed mound, “right here?” he asks teasingly, applying pressure to the area he knows your clit will be, and by the pitch increase in your voice he must’ve guessed right.
“Ah! Y-yes!” you press your hips against his touch harder, chasing the stimulation.
William pulls his hand away but before you even get the chance to protest, his fingers are sliding below the waistband of your pyjama shorts. “Right here?” he asks again, running two fingers down across your clit.
You buck uncontrollably against his hand, almost overstimulated having never been touched there in this way before. Not even giving you time to respond, he slides his fingers lower, finding your entrance completely soaked with your arousal.
“Oh baby, you’re so wet for me already. Just for me,” he buries his head in your neck again, inhaling your scent.
William can’t believe he’s really touching you like this, and he’s the first. Your first. His cock pulsing harder at the very thought.
He rubs your pussy slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you too quickly. There’ll be time for that. He spreads your slick all around and up towards your clit, circling over the little nub tenderly.
“A-ah,” you cry, “daddy!”
William groans deep in his chest, “what did you just call me? Say that again,” he demands.
“D-daddy! It- it feels so good…”
“Yeah? You like your daddy touching you like this?” he can feel heat rising all the way to his ears.
You whined against his fingers and pleaded, “please.”
William pulls his hand free from between your legs. You cry out and grind down in his lap harder, trying to get the stimulation back. You look at him with watery eyes. He holds eye contact with you as he brings his fingers coated with your arousal to his lips, before running his tongue over them and sucking them into his mouth. Your jaw goes slack as he moans around his own digits, then pulls them from his mouth, now clean.
“I’ve dreamed of what you might taste like, but the reality is even sweeter,” William cups the back of your neck and pulls you in for another desperate open-mouthed kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue and begin rocking back and forth against the bulge in his trousers.
He pulls back and leaves quick pecks against your lips, “do you want to try touching me, honey?”
You nod quickly, kissing him back every time his lips meet yours.
“Scoot backwards a little,” William takes one of your hands in his, finally releasing your death-grip on his shirt. He presses your palm against his bulge between your legs, sighing at the pressure, “pull the zip down, that’s it.”
You eagerly pull the zipper down and undo the button at the top, your hands freezing when you don’t know what to do next.
You look back up at William for guidance, his gaze dark with eyes full of lust, “you can touch me, it’s ok,” he reassures.
You caress his bulge lightly through his underwear with your fingertips. It was hot and hard, and it made the heat pool between your legs. Carefully, as though it were a dangerous animal, you pull down his underwear over his hard length, freeing it for the second time today. But not that you knew that.
His cock all but sprung out of his underwear, eliciting a guttural moan from William. Unprompted, you take him in your small hand and begin to slide it up and down.
“O-oh fuck, baby girl,” his head falls backwards against the couch cushions, his hands moving to grip you by the thighs, “just like that, a little harder don’t be shy.”
You followed his instructions, pumping his length in one hand with the other pressed against his chest for support. Pearly white liquid seeped from the hole in the tip, and you had the irresistible urge to lick it like an ice cream. Your eyes travelled up William’s body, settling on the expression of pure pleasure on his face. It made you happy that you were able to make your daddy feel good like this.
William couldn’t think straight. Here you were, his beautiful little stepdaughter, sitting on his lap and pumping his cock. He gazes down at you and his heart thuds in his chest watching you lick your lips.
“Here, move down here,” he slides his hands from your thighs to your waist to help you stand, then kneel on the carpet in front of the couch, William caresses the back of your head from where you are between his legs, “why don’t you give it a kiss, hm?”
You lick your lips again, then eagerly lean in closer, pressing your lips to the inflamed tip. Once, then again.
“A-ah! Oh fuck, b-baby,” William’s voice is desperate, he’s never been so aroused in his life, “keep going, don’t stop.”
His dick is hot against your lips. You dare to lick the pre-come from the tip, earning a tighter grip on the back of your head from William’s hand as you swallow down the salty taste. Eagerly wanting to please him, you become bolder. You lick a thick stripe up almost his entire length from base to tip, William watching through hooded eyes. You do it again, and again, flattening your tongue against the hot flesh.
“Here, baby, put it in your mouth,” he instructed, “wrap your lips around it like that I- oh! That’s it, that’s it!”
You take him into your mouth, sucking on him like an ice lolly on a summer’s day. The sounds he’s making prove to you that you’re doing well. You take the bottom half of his cock, the part your mouth can’t reach, and begin pumping him again.
“Oh my god!” William grips your hair in his fist, guiding your mouth up and down faster and harder, “ungh, just like that, just like that baby you’re doing so well. Taking my cock so well.”
He begins thrusting up into your mouth, penetrating deeper, and deeper into you. With one hand remaining on his length, your other hand grips onto his thigh to steady yourself. With tears building in your eyes, it’s almost too much for you to handle but you don’t want to pull away.
William, fucking into your mouth, has lost all sense of morality. His wife, your mother, could walk through the door right now and he would continue to choke you on his cock until he came. Nothing in the world could stop him at this point.
For the second time today, he feels his climax approaching. Chasing the high, he’s entirely consumed by thoughts of you. He no longer needs to imagine scenarios to beat himself off to, he has the real thing on her knees, devoted to him.
He feels your tongue pressing flat against his length, the increase in blood pressure as you suck him in. The lewd sounds you make as you gag around him and saliva dribbles down your chin.
“So close… I’m so close baby girl. Are you gonna swallow all of daddy’s come, are you gonna take what I give you?”
You hum in response around him, and the vibrations are enough to tip him over the edge. William grips your head firm in his hands, holding it still as he fucks into your mouth two… three, more times, before finally stilling mid thrust, and emptying his load into your mouth and down your throat.
The salty liquid hits your tongue, and you swallow it down instinctively. Licking and sucking the hot appendage, making sure you don’t miss a drop.
William relaxes, arms going slack, and he sinks deeper into the couch cushions. You rise from the floor, crawling back onto his lap to be close to him.
“Was that good, daddy?” you ask, voice quiet and shy.
“Oh baby…” William caresses your back and wipes the saliva from your chin. He then pulls you against his chest into an embrace, “that was incredible, my love. You made daddy feel so good, I’m so proud of you.”
You both lie still for a moment, William coming down from his high, and you listening to the thud of his heartbeat through his chest.
William brushes your hair back, away from your neck, before placing a kiss there, then another, then biting softly, “do you want daddy to thank you, hm?” his breath is hot against your neck.
Once again beginning to squirm in his lap, you nodded your head against his chest. He pushes you up to a seated position, sliding his hands under his shirt to caress the skin of your waist again, “I want you to use your words, baby girl. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to make me feel good too, daddy. I want you to touch me again…”
He pecks you on the lips, then pulls his sweatshirt over your head in one swift motion, revealing your bare chest right in front of his eyes. Wiliam places a kiss to the centre of your chest, right on the breastbone, before moving across to the left, to suck and nibble at the plush flesh of your breast. His right hand sliding up your body to cup the other one on the right side. Your breathing immediately becomes laboured, William sucking a nipple into his mouth, biting and leaving bruises in his wake.
You were soft beneath his fingers. He felt a twinge in his crotch, becoming aroused all over again by the way you moaned and arched your back into him. William kissed his way lower, as low as this position would allow, before scooping you up in his arms and laying you flat on your back on the couch.
Your eyes widened but were filled with desire as he loomed over your small frame beneath him. He resumed his pathway, tongue trailing down over your abdomen, finally reaching the prize between your legs.
William wasted absolutely no time, whipping off your pyjama shorts, leaving you bare save your white panties. He pressed a kiss to the fabric covering your mound, moving lower and pushing your legs further apart. His mouth watered at the smell of your arousal, eyeing the dark spot on your panties where it had soaked through. He licked a stripe up your soaking cunt through the material, just like you had done to his cock earlier.
“Oh! Oh fuck,” your back arched, your walls clenched around nothing, and you gripped the cushions tight in your hands to ground you.
The taste on his tongue sweet and a little bitter. Your panties clung to your skin, the large man between your thighs making them wetter and wetter with every swipe of his tongue.
With one hand, William pinned your hips down into the soft couch cushions, the other one pressing firmly against your pussy through your panties. He circled his fingers around your clit, high pitched moans tumbling from your lips as you try to grind forward seeking some kind of release.
William, deciding he couldn’t wait any longer, hooked his fingers in the waistband of your soiled panties, pulling them down your thighs and all the way off your legs, discarding them on the ground.
He couldn’t believe the sight before his eyes. Your pussy, swollen and glistening with your arousal, right in front of him. Close enough to stick his tongue out and taste you, and that’s what he did. He buried his face in your cunt and ate you out like a man starved.
You cry out, high pitched and needy. You’ve never felt anything like this before, the way the hot muscle of his tongue slides expertly through your folds, the tip circling your clit, moving back down to poke at your entrance.
The heat was pooling between your legs rapidly, jolts of pleasure were coursing through your body, building in intensity. More, and more. You had no idea such an intense pleasure existed.
William tentatively pressed an index finger to your entrance, you felt your walls stretch and flesh burn as he pushed in deeper, and deeper. You twitched and squirmed under his grip, until the digit was pressed inside you all the way to the knuckle. He pumped it in and out, slow at first, then picking up the pace.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?” William’s voice was heavy with arousal.
The muscles in your stomach twitched, “A-ah, s’good,” your voice was hoarse, “feels so good, ‘ve never felt t-this before, ah!”
“Yeah? Do you want daddy to add one more?”
You can only manage a groan in response.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” William pressed kisses to the flesh of your thighs, his beard scratching your skin, before slowly working another thick finger into your cunt. Taking it as a success when you scream his name and press yourself down harder against him.
William thrusts his fingers firm and deep, curling them every now and again to catch your G-spot, you probably didn’t even know what that was, he thought. He brings his lips to your core again, gently flicking his long tongue over your clit, pressing flat against it, circling around, sucking it into his mouth and biting lightly with his teeth.
You twitch and writhe in place, feeling pressure build within you. Your thighs flex by his head, one of his hands gripping the flesh there hard enough to bruise.
“D-daddy,” you cry.
William raises his head, “I know baby girl, let it happen. Just relax and let go for me,” he goes back to sucking harshly on your clit, fingers fucking into you a little harder than before.
The air feels cold against your skin, the pressure builds higher and higher, your legs tense and toes curl. Your muscles tense more and more, and tighter and tighter. William flicks his tongue over your clit one last time, then all of a sudden, your entire body is convulsing. Your thighs flex and spasm at either side of William’s head.
You scream out and shudder under your stepfather’s touch, “shh that’s it baby, that’s it. Come for daddy, that’s it beautiful,” his pulsing fingers slowed as you rode out your first orgasm, hips rolling against his hand.
Just like William earlier, you go limp against the couch. You can feel aftershocks pulse through your body and down your legs. William pulls his fingers out slowly and you watch through exhausted eyes as he sucks them into his mouth and licks them clean, devouring every morsel of your arousal that coated them.
William holds you by the waist and leans over you kissing your neck softly, moving up to your jawline, before finally connecting his lips to yours. The kiss is deep and full of desire.
He pulls away briefly, “you did so well for me, my little bunny,” then kisses you again, “did that feel good?”
You couldn’t speak. Fatigue engulfed every cell in your boy, all you could do was kiss him back lazily.
“Ohh, did I fuck my baby dumb with my fingers, hm?” William strokes his thumbs over your nipples, your body twitches and you whimper beneath him.
Your whole body was still on fire, you ached for him to touch you again. To bring you to the edge over and over, senses filled with only him. Your fingertips brushed the fabric of his dishevelled shirt, pulling him down closer to you.
Not even fully aware of your own actions, your fingers found the buttons of his shirt and began undoing them, one by one. Lust burned within William; you don’t want to stop… you want more. His lips meet yours once more, with an intensity this time.
He pressed that long tongue of his into your mouth, exploring every curve, devouring you ravenously. After releasing the final button, he shrugged out of the crumpled yellow shirt and tossed it on the ground where your clothes lie. Smoothly, without breaking the kiss, William hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pulls them down along with his trousers. He kicks them off and kneels over you, entirely bare on the couch.
William parts your legs to wrap your thighs around his waist. He shuffles forward, a deep, guttural moan spilling from his mouth into yours as his cock, hardening once more, makes contact with your soaking cunt.
Your hips react instinctively, rolling and grinding your core into his. William rocking his own hips rhythmically, sliding deliciously through your folds. The tip of his member bumps your sensitive clit inciting a whine from you in response.
Both of you are a mess of whimpers and groans, grinding and thrusting furiously against each other. A sweat breaks out on William’s skin. He pulls back away from your mouth to kneel up straight, gazing down at where your bodies connect with blurry eyes.
He takes his solid cock in his hand, feeling the blood pulsate through the skin, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my life… for anyone,” he presses the tip directly through your folds, gathering your arousal. “Do you see what you do to me, baby girl? Look at how hard daddy is for you.”
You lean up on your elbows and follow his gaze down between your legs. William sliding his cock through your slick is a sight to behold. Feeling his heat pulse and throb against your sensitive skin.
You only now realise just how big he is in comparison to you. Knowing full well how much you struggled to take him into your mouth earlier, you feel a sense of panic begin to rise in your chest.
William notices this, and cups your face in his large palm, “don’t worry, honey. Remember what I said? I’m going to take good care of you.”
He takes your hips in both hands and begins to press directly against your entrance, immediately feeling resistance there.
“Oh… Oh my god,” you collapse down onto your back again. Legs parting wider as though that’ll help to accommodate your stepfather’s girth more.
“Breathe for me, bunny. I need you to relax,” William’s voice is thick with need. The need to pound you with all his strength, until your voice breaks and you spill all over him. But he must be patient.
He slides through your folds again, tip bumping your clit a couple of times and making you spasm beneath him before pressing against your tight hole once more. Pushing further and further. More and more.
The pressure ten times more intense than when he entered you with his thick fingers. Curse words spill from your lips, your hands grip William’s arms where he’s holding you firm by the hips. Your breasts squeezed together and heaving with the intensity of your breaths.
One of his thumbs moves to circle your clit, trying to ease the tension in your body. You whine and writhe and beg, a litany of “please”, and “oh god”. William presses harder still, until the bulbous head of his cock pushes through. Your entrance finally yielding to him.
He continues to strum your clit soothingly and gently, allowing you time to get used to the intrusion.
“Talk to me, how does it feel, baby?”
You pant desperately, “s’good… I-ah!” your hips twitch, “It feels so good daddy, you feel s-so good!”
“Oh, honey… I told you it should feel good. You’re being such a good girl for me; I love hearing your beautiful voice.”
William pulls back slightly, and tentatively pushes into you further, groaning when his length does indeed penetrate you deeper. You’re so tight. Never in his life has William felt a pussy like yours, it’s like you were made just for him. He could probably come inside you right here and now, but he fights with all his strength to supress the urge.
He pulls out a little, then slides in again, and again. Over and over. Around half of his length is inside you now, and you’ve never felt anything like it before.
The burn, the stretch… It should be uncomfortable, but it isn’t. Your back arches and your hips rock. You want more. All you can think of is more. More of him, your daddy. More of his kisses, more of his cock, more pleasure. More, more, more.
Tears spill from the corners of your eyes, the feeling is so intense. William picks up the pace, spurred on by the wails slipping past your lips. With every thrust he dives into you deeper, exploring the uncharted territory of your walls, whimpering himself when he feels your cunt squeeze him even tighter.
With every thrust he reaches deeper into you, until he realises his cock is sheathed entirely inside you, “Ah! Oh baby, my baby girl…”
William pulls out, leaving only the tip still buried inside, then plunges back into you all the way to the hilt.
“Daddy!” you cry, feeling every bump and ridge of his length stretch you out.
That word provokes him further, he’s pumping into you relentlessly focusing on chasing his own building high, that knot getting tighter and tighter in the base of his cock.
“Are you close, baby? Are you gonna come again, all over your daddy’s cock this time?”
“P-please daddy, please,” you cry, “I n-need… I want-”
William takes your thigh in his hand, pressing your leg back towards your chest to achieve a deeper angle inside your cunt, “what do you need my bunny? Tell daddy.”
The stimulation you’re receiving leaves you speechless. You babble obscenely and incoherently, fists gripping onto anything you can reach. William’s arms, the couch cushions, your own breasts to pinch at your nipples.
You are completely drunk on the pleasure your stepdad is providing you. Feeling the burn inside begin to peak again just like when he fucked you with his fingers, “daddy, I’m gonna… Oh! I’m gonna-”
“That’s a good girl, come for daddy. Come for me,” William pants, his thumb rhythmically stroking across your clit, assisting you to the peak of your climax.
Arching your back, feeling your walls begin to clench, the heat intensifies until it’s a burning, white hot fire inside you. You scream as your orgasm wracks through your body, wilder than the last one, your whole body shaking and spasming uncontrollably. Your mind delirious with pure pleasure.
William’s grip on both your thigh and hips turns bruising as you come violently on his cock. Your walls pulsating and gripping him, pushing him over the edge of his own orgasm. He pulls you forcefully down against his hips one final time, before stilling, and emptying his seed deep inside you.
He stays there for a moment, until his dick is no longer twitching, and he collapses down on top of you. Both of you breathless and writhing, riding out the most intense orgasms you’ve ever experienced. William holds you by your waist, his face once more buried in your neck. You both cling to each other, skin sticky with sweat, eyes closed as the rush dissipates.
William strokes your skin soothingly, “you’re such a good girl,” he praises, “such a good girl for your daddy.”
You sigh and curl into his embrace. Perfectly content.
“Now baby,” he leans up to look you in the eyes, “this is very important, okay? You can’t tell your mother what we did tonight. It has to be our little secret or we won’t ever get to do it again, do you understand.”
You nod curtly, “I won’t tell, I promise.”
“Good girl,” William presses a kiss to your lips, pulling back when you turn to yawn. “Do you want to come upstairs to bed with me? You can sleep in daddy’s big bed, but we have to keep that a secret from mom too, okay?”
“I’d love to,” your eyes sparkle.
William kisses you once more, before sitting up again and gently pulling out from inside your hot pussy. Your muscles pulse and you sigh at the loss of contact.
“Are you okay?” he checks.
“Just a little sore,” you confess.
“Oh baby,” he pulls you up to a sitting position and strokes your cheek, “come upstairs with me. I’ll take care of you.”
(I’m trying so hard not to apologise as I write this 😭)
NEVERRR APOLOGIZE!! I got you!!! you’re getting both boys <3
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NSFW Headcanons | Eyeless Jack + Toby Rogers
Giving + receiving a blowjob ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
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CW: Explicit sexual content, 18+ content, descriptions of oral sex (male recieving), mentions of masochistic + sadistic behaviour
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NSFW under the cut! Minors do not interact!
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okay let’s start out with Toby!
Giving
I mentioned in a previous headcanon list that I see Toby as being a very heavily repressed bisexual dude - so he does NOT have any experience except for like, what he’s seen in porn lmao SO! be patient with him, he’ll probably be a little nervous/apprehensive at first.
But, he’s also a massive people pleaser - especially if it’s his s/o - so you best believe that he’s shoving that nervousness deep down because he just wants to make you feel good.
He’s an idiot, so he’s just going to try and deepthroat you right off the bat. He can’t feel the pain of it, so it should be easy right? Wrong. He’s a choking, gagging mess that you’ll have to quite literally yank off of you if you want him to slow down so that he doesn’t hurt himself
Guide him through it, and don’t forget to praise him while you do so.
“Open a little wider… That’s it. So good for me.”
And he’ll be melting into a puddle at your feet.
Real messy, so be prepared for that. Excess drool that he can’t swallow back seeping out of his mouth gash and dripping down his neck. (And if you cum in his mouth, same thing.)
Likes it when you’re a little rough. Tug on his hair, push his head down once he’s used to it. Both hands on either side of his head as you fuck into his mouth.
He’s real sensitive, so he’ll get so worked up from sucking you off that he might just cum untouched if you’re lucky.
If he’s on his knees, he’s whining while rubbing himself through his jeans
If you’re lying down, he’s pathetically rutting up against the bed while he bobs up and down on your cock
Will happily swallow, but don’t be afraid to cum on his face either. (he’ll never admit it, but his pretty blush will give away how much he likes it)
Recieving
We got a head pusher!!!
LMAOAOAO okay I love him but that’s simply the truth. He’s not the best with self control, so he will be tangling his fingers in your hair and tugging you down onto his cock regardless of if you can take it or not
Hips bucking into your mouth because it just feels too good to try and stay still
You can try and use your hands to keep him pinned in place, but it’s a losing battle tbh
Absolutely FILTHY fuckin mouth
“L-Look so good choking on my dick. C-C’mon let me see some more of those t-tears.”
Gets off on watching you struggle. Every whine or whimper of discomfort is just going to get him going even more. (He’s a nasty little sadist)
Sometimes he’ll bring his hand down and plug your nose, just to see the way your eyes widen in panic before he lets off with a stupid grin on his face
LOUD. Does not have a care in the world about volume. Plus, you’re trying so hard, so he should let you know how good you’re making him feel, right?
Likes it best when you’re on your knees, whether he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, or standing.
Loves getting to look down at you as you stare up at him with teary eyes that just go hazier each time he bucks into your mouth.
Is either cumming down your throat, or making your stick your tongue out so that he can finish himself off over your waiting mouth.
Aaaaand Jack!
Giving
HUGE tease. Mentioned this before and I’ll say it again.
It might seem like you’ve got the upper hand here, but you don’t. Not in the slightest.
Large hands will keep your hips pressed down, claws digging into your skin with a grip so firm that you couldn’t dream to wriggle out of it
He’ll go slow. Partially, to minimize the possibility of nicking you with his fangs, but mostly just to feel you squirm and twitch beneath him so pathetically.
He’s got a loooooong tongue and he will be putting it to use. Wrapping around your cock with it, spending a great deal of time just using his tongue to play with you before he even lets you in his mouth.
He’s methodical, and precise. He knows exactly where you’re most sensitive, exactly when to go faster or slower just based on the rate your pulse is going and the heat you’re generating.
Will probably edge you :) As I said, he can read your body language like a book, so the moment he hears your moans go shaky and your hips start twitching - he’s pulling off. Just to listen to the absolutely pitiful whine you’ll let out because of it
“Oh, poor thing. But don’t you want to make it last longer?”
His hands will be everywhere while he goes down on you. Squeezing your hips, sliding up your stomach, finding a nipple and pinching it hard enough to elicit a gasp.
Regardless of how it’s going down, one thing is certain - you will be a mess by the time Jack is done with you.
You can cum in his mouth and he’ll gladly take it, but he’s also kind of mean, so sometimes he’ll pull off at the last second just so that you cum all over yourself instead.
As I said, a mess.
Recieving
Mentioned this in a post not too long ago, but Jack LOVES getting head. Lives for that shit tbh
He’s stupidly big, and he knows that, so he’s quite a bit gentler than Toby would be.
He’ll have one hand cupping your jaw as he slowly guides his cock into your mouth, a shiver going down his spine when he listens to the sound of you whimpering because of how he’s making your jaw ache.
You don’t have to take him all, if all you can do is suckle at the tip while pumping the rest of his length with your hand, he’ll take that too
But… He will probably train you to deepthroat him.
Doesn’t matter how long it takes, he’ll be as patient as can be. Giving you an inch at a time then just holding himself there, waiting until you relax before he’s sinking in a little more.
Will totally make you take him all the way to the base, and then hold you there with a hand on the back of your head. Just relishing in the feeling of it, only spurred on more when you start clawing at his thighs because you can’t breathe.
After that though, he’ll let you go at your own pace. As I said before, he knows it’s gotta be a tough task, so he doesn’t want to risk hurting you
(Despite the primal urge to just grab hold of your head and fuck into your drooling mouth with no restrictions.)
Wipes the tears from your cheek while cooing the sweetest praise down at you.
“There you go. Doing such a good job, baby. You feel amazing.”
He’s cumming in your mouth, or down your throat, and he expects you to swallow. No ands ifs or buts about it lmao. He’ll say something about “marking you as his” if you ask about it.
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