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You weren’t sure how long you’d been knelt there. Hours, maybe. Your brain had long since joined the pool of arousal and drool on the cushion below you. Your knees ached slightly, your lips and jaw hurt more from the gag keeping your mouth open wide, and the wires tied around your wrists dug into the skin, but you hardly felt any of it. Instead, your every thought was occupied by the dull buzzing of the vibrator inside you. It wasn’t enough to build to anything, it was barely anything at all, really, but it was just enough to keep you distracted as you waited oh so patiently for Eddie to get off work.
Volt had left you like this, a special surprise to help Eddie blow off some steam when he got home. They knew going into tonight that it would be a particularly frustrating shift - a busy night for both of them, but Eddie had been even more stressed than usual lately and both you and Volt knew he could use some relief. You were more than happy to provide - to be - his much needed relief, but the anticipation made you impatient. Volt was quick to correct that, though, tying you up and slipping a toy in you to keep you occupied. So here you were, bound, gagged, and brainlessly awaiting use.
The sound of heavy footsteps broke you out of your daze. Even in your fuzzy mental state, you recognized them as Eddie’s. You straightened your posture, trying to look as presentable as possible. The door creaked open slowly and shut softly behind him.
Eddie let out a low, pleased hum at the sight of you - cheeks flushed, thighs quivering, drool coating your chin and dripping down your bare chest. You were gone and Eddie had only just arrived. Oh, he was going to love this. He walked over to you slowly, eyes raking over every inch of your body before standing in front of you. He ran his fingers gently through your hair, smiling when you leaned into the touch, before grabbing a fistfull and pulling your head back to look up at him. Your eyes, almost completely glazed over, still held absolute adoration as they focused on his face. Your lips curled up in a smile around the gag, causing more drool to fall down your chin.
“Hey, sparky,” he said, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “Stand up for me real quick.” Your brows furrowed in confusion but did as he asked, struggling to your feet without the help of your hands. Keeping a hold on your hair, Eddie kicked the cushion you were kneeling on over next to the side of the bed then led you to it. He pushed you back down to your knees facing the bed, then took his place sitting on the bed in front of you. He carded his fingers through your hair again with a tired but fond smile.
“How long did Volt keep you waiting for me?” he asked. You shrugged slowly, eyes fluttering closed as Eddie kept running his fingers through your hair. He laughed softly, pulling his hand away and giving you a little pat on the cheek.
“Don’t get sleepy on me now, hon,” he said. “You haven’t even started.” You blinked hard and nodded, forcing your eyes to focus on him again. Eddie cupped your cheek, wiping some of the drool off your chin with his thumb. He laughed again when your tongue darted out toward his thumb.
“You want your mouth filled?” he asked. You nodded. “Can’t even wait for my cock, huh?” You let out a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan at just the idea of his cock, making Eddie laugh again.
“Such an eager little slut for me, aren’t you?” he asked, then pushed two of his fingers into your mouth before you could even try to answer. You moaned, letting your tongue loll out slightly to lick at his fingers. He ran his fingers up and down your tongue and let out a hum somewhere between concern and disappointment.
“Your tongue’s a bit dry, baby,” he said, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. You whined quietly at the loss, making him roll his eyes. He grabbed your chin gently, pulling your face closer to him and tipping your head back.
“Let me help with that,” he said. You nodded as best you could, sticking your tongue out as far as possible. Eddie smirked, leaning over you, then spat in your mouth. You let out a soft groan, eyes fluttering closed as he did it again. He let go of your face and pushed his fingers back into your mouth, coating your tongue in his spit and rubbing it in.
“There we go,” he said softly. “That’s better, isn’t it?” You whined quietly and nodded, eyes flicking down to his crotch and back to his eyes. Eddie rolled his eyes again.
“Someone’s impatient,” he teased, pushing his fingers a bit further back into your mouth. “You want my cock, baby?” You let out a needy moan and nodded your head more eagerly. Eddie smiled at you.
“That’s good,” he said, pulling his fingers out of your mouth slowly before pushing back in, just a bit deeper than before. “‘Cause I want your mouth on my cock, too. But you’ve gotta be good for me, okay? Can you do that?” As he spoke, he slowly fucked his fingers in and out of your mouth, pushing deeper each time he pushed back in. You struggled not to gag as you nodded, more drool pooling around the gag and dripping down your chin.
“You better,” Eddie said, suddenly grabbing your chin tight, his fingers still pushed deep into your mouth. “I’ve had a long ass day. The last thing I need right now is to deal with a brat, understand?” You nodded again, just as emphatically as before. Eddie gripped your chin a bit tighter and pushed his fingers a bit deeper.
“Say ‘yes, sir,’” he demanded, keeping his fingers deep in your mouth.
You tried. “Y-yeh ‘hirh,” you said. Eddie chuckled, pulling his fingers from your mouth and letting go of your chin.
“Good spark,” he said, giving you an affectionate pat on the cheek with his spit-soaked fingers. You smiled at him again, practically lighting up from the praise. Eddie laughed again and wiped his fingers off on his pants. He reached down to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. You watched him intently, growing more aroused by the second. Eddie lifted himself off the bed slightly with a quiet groan, allowing him to push his pants and underwear all the way down so they pooled around his ankles.
With his half-hard cock now free, Eddie watched the way you stared almost hungrily at him as he stroked it slowly.
“You want it?” he asked again. You whined and nodded, not taking your eyes off his cock.
“You need it?” he asked. You moaned and nodded. Eddie chuckled softly. He swiped his thumb over the tip of his cock, wiping away the bead of precum that had started to build there. An involuntary whimper left your mouth. Eddie rolled his eyes.
“Desperate, huh?” he asked. You nodded again, feeling no need to deny it. Eddie smirked, grabbing a fistfull of your hair again and pulling you closer.
“Good,” he said simply. “Get to work.”
You didn’t need to be told twice. You leaned forward as much as you could, shuffling closer on your knees, and ran your tongue over the length of his cock before taking it into your mouth. Eddie groaned in pleasure and let his head fall back as you swirled your tongue over the tip and took it deeper.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he sighed, using his grip on your hair to push you a bit deeper. You took it without issue, pushing yourself even further down and licking a stripe just above his balls. Eddie moaned, hips bucking up, pushing his cock even further into your throat. You gagged slightly and pulled back for a breath before taking him again, just as deep. Eddie’s breaths were heaving, and he gripped your hair tight.
“Needed this so bad,” he mumbled. You moaned quietly and started bobbing your head slowly, taking him as deep as you could but pulling back before you gagged. Eddie moaned again, stroking your head while still keeping a grip on your hair. You sped up your movements, your hips starting to thrust in time with your head, humping the air and, occasionally, Eddie’s boot. Eddie must have noticed the rhythmic way your hips hit his leg as he looked down at you to see you desperately squirming and humping nothing. He let out a small huff of laughter.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he asked. “Getting so worked up and desperate just from sucking my cock?” You whined, then moaned loudly as he pushed his boot against your sex. Eddie groaned in pleasure, the tone of your voice vibrating against his cock. He paused, though, and pulled you off his cock by your hair.
“What’s this?” he asked, pushing his foot back further. You whimpered as your sex rubbed more intensely against the textured part of his boot, then moaned loudly as he pushed the toe of his boot into the base of the toy nestled in your hole. He smirked, repeating the motion and making you moan louder as the toy pressed firmly against your sweet spot.
“Volt left you with a little present, didn’t he?” he asked, pushing the toy even harder into you. You moaned, almost collapsing forward from the pleasure, but being held upright by Eddie’s grip on your hair. Your hips thrusted more insistently against his boot and you whined. Eddie rolled his eyes again.
“Slut,” he said simply, then pushed you back down onto his cock. You moaned again, and he groaned in response. He used his grip on your hair to guide the bobbing of your head as he kept rhythmically nudging the toy inside you. He pushed you down deep, but kept you in place even as you gagged. He pushed his toe against the toy firmly and you moaned, choking around his cock. Even then, your hips kept grinding against his boot.
“Make me cum, baby, and maybe I’ll return the favor, okay?” he said. You nodded as best you could, swallowing around Eddie’s cock. He swore and moaned, letting you up for a breath before pushing you down again. You took it as best as you could, working your tongue up and down his cock before you took your next breath. You resisted, this time, when Eddie tried to push you back down, and he relented, allowing you to focus on pleasuring just the tip of his cock before taking it deep again. He groaned.
“Such a good toy for me,” he said. “Waiting all day just to be used. Fuck, you feel so fucking good, spark.” You moaned softly at the praise, blush spreading down your drool-coated chest. Determined to live up to the praise, you took him as deep as you could and swallowed, throat constricting around his cock.
“Amp’s sake,” he said, his grip on your hair tightening. “Do you know what you do to me, live wire? How hard it was to work after Volt told me you were waiting?” You moaned again, pushing yourself just a bit farther so he fully bottomed out in your throat. You held yourself there, even as your body tried to gag and reject the intrusion, taking his cock for as long as you could before you surfaced for breath. You gasped, coughing slightly, before going back down again.
“So good to me,” Eddie mumbled, voice strained and body tense from the pleasure. “Doing so good…”
You kept up your pattern of taking him deep and long before gasping for breath, occasionally paying attention to the tip when you came up for air. You were still grinding against his boot, still squirming from the pleasure of the toy pressed against your sweet spot, but you were focused on serving your purpose, on delivering as much pleasure to Eddie as you could. You looked up at him as you took him deep again. His eyes were screwed shut, head tilted back, chest heaving with every gasp and moan you pulled from him.
“Fuck, I’m getting close,” he said. “Gonna cum down your fucking throat, baby. You want that?” He looked down at you then, and your eyes locked as you eagerly nodded. You changed your pace, starting to bob your head quickly while still taking him deep. You let your tongue run over the underside of his cock, pushing against spots you knew were sensitive. Eddie’s grip on your hair became impossibly tighter and he moaned loud. He hooked the leg you weren’t humping around your back, pulling you closer and keeping you in place. You could feel the way his cock was twitching, the way his balls were starting to tense in preparation for his release. You swallowed around him.
“Oh fuck,” he said, practically shaking from the intense sensation. “Gonna take me all the way, okay? You ready?” You nodded, taking in a deep breath through your nose, then Eddie pushed your head down as far as it could go, his cock pushing deep into your throat. You felt his cock throb, his balls tensing against your bottom lip as he tipped over the edge. Hot seed flooded your throat up into your mouth around Eddie’s cock. You swallowed over and over, desperate to get every drop. Eddie didn’t let go of you until he was finished, keeping you in place as he filled you up. You moaned, the knowledge that you brought him to this point filling you with satisfaction and arousal.
Eddie’s hand on your head relaxed when he finally finished cumming. You lifted your head slowly, licking up as much of the excess cum from his cock as you went. Eddie let out a soft whine when you pulled fully off, the air of the room cold compared to the heat of your mouth. You rested your cheek on his thigh and stared up at him. Your hips were still twitching, your hole still clenching around the toy inside you, but you chose to ignore it in favor of watching as Eddie recovered. He was leaned back in the bed, one hand propping him upright while the other still rested on your head. His chest rose and fell with deep, panting breaths. He let his leg relax from behind you and began stroking your head idly.
“Did so good,” he mumbled between breaths. “My perfect toy. So good.” Still unable to speak, you nuzzled his leg in thanks. He chuckled softly, finally lifting his head to look down at you. Even as exhausted as you were, you still stared up at him with love and adoration in your eyes. You watched the way his face softened as he looked at you, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your head. You let out a happy hum and tried to shuffle closer, but this caused your sex to push more firmly against Eddie’s boot, making you whimper. Eddie smirked.
“Almost forgot,” he said teasingly. “You still wanna get off?” You looked away and nodded shyly, grinding down on his boot. He pushed up against you, toeing at the toy inside you again. You moaned.
“You gotta do it down there, though, okay?” he said. You nodded eagerly, hips speeding up as you thrust your sex against him. Eddie followed your rhythm, nudging the toy against your sweet spot in time with your thrusts. You grunted and moaned with every movement, feeling the pleasure build. Your body started tensing up, your thrusts getting more erratic and your moans increasing in volume.
“Are you close, baby?” Eddie asked. You nodded, then whined when he pulled his foot back slightly.
“Look at me,” he said and you obeyed. “Keep your eyes on me when you cum.” You nodded, moaning again when he pushed harder against the toy. You picked up right where you left off, speeding up the way you were grinding against him. Eddie kept stroking your hair, watching your eyes grow more glassy and your pupils increase in size. But you kept looking at him, taking in the details of his face and the way he looked down at you so lovingly. You felt cared for and appreciated and wanted and loved and it fueled the fire inside you to the point you were tipping over the edge. Your hips thrusted frantically against Eddie’s boot as you chased your climax. Eddie, knowing you were cumming, pushed the toy more firmly against your sweet spot and kept it there, intensifying your orgasm. You moaned loud and long, clenching around the toy and cumming against Eddie’s boot. Eddie watched you carefully as you rode out your climax, only pulling his foot away when he was sure you were fully satisfied. You slumped forward, letting your eyes slip shut as you panted for breath. Eddie gave you a moment to relax and recover, stroking your hair gently and murmuring praises.
“You wanna get cleaned up, hon?” he asked after a few minutes. You nodded without lifting your head. Eddie laughed quietly.
“C’mere,” he said, reaching down to help you stand then climb into the bed. He turned you to face away from him and started untying the wire from around your wrists, rubbing the red marks they left behind. He reached up and unfastened the gag from behind your head, pulling it out of your mouth carefully and setting it aside. You turned back toward him, wiping the cum and drool off your chin.
“Thank you,” you said, voice a little hoarse. Instead of responding, Eddie simply leaned forward and kissed you deeply. You melted into it, wrapping your arms around him and pulling yourself closer. He laughed into the kiss, pulling away after a few moments with a quick final peck to the lips.
“You were wonderful, live wire,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
“I’m lucky to have you, too,” you said, leaning forward and placing a quick kiss on his lips. Eddie hummed happily before pulling away.
“C’mon,” he said, helping you off the bed. “Let’s get that toy out of you and take a bath, yeah?”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Date Everything! (Sassy Chap Games Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Volt (Date Everything!)/Reader
Characters: Volt (Date Everything!), Reader
Additional Tags: Teasing, Flirting, Sexual Tension, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Creampie, Reader-Insert Has a Vagina, Reader-Insert Has a Vulva, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, Praise Kink, Riding, Power Bottom, Sub Volt (Date Everything!), Top Volt (Date Everything!), Begging, Brat Volt (Date Everything!), Bratting, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Enthusiastic Consent
Summary:
It was dangerous for Volt to have access to the internet.
You should’ve known. You should’ve known something was amiss when he had brought it up last week, when he had given you that look of ignorance, of innocence, and had asked you to explain what the deal was with the “gray sweatpants” meme he had run across online. Because the thing was, Volt didn’t particularly care about memes. He and Eddie were both old—and old-fashioned. When you and Mac had tried to introduce them to meme culture, they had just given you blank stares. So why did he suddenly care to understand this particular meme? And how the fuck had he run across it in the first place?
But you hadn’t questioned it, had just taken his curiosity at face value, had explained it with rosy cheeks and tried to change the subject.
And now, here you were.
Or, Volt buys a pair of light gray, form-fitting sweatpants, and he looks distractingly good in them.
Cam snorted awake as he felt a cold sting on his ass. As he felt his ass. This meant he was in his human form. Which meant the player wanted to talk to him.
He groaned and opened his crusty eyes. The kitchen was dimly lit by a single light on the ceiling, no sunlight coming through the windows. There was no clock nearby, but he remembered falling asleep at sunset. It must have been late at night. She never dropped off trash this late before.
“God, you again,” Cam groaned as he rubbed his eyes awake. “What midnight snake are you waking me up for?”
He blinked open his eyes. The player stood before him wearing…admitted revealing sleepwear. It was mid-March, still cold out, but she was dressed in short pajama shorts and a tank top. She looked messy, ruffled, like she just finished doing something other than just sleeping.
“Sorry to take you this late,” she said.
‘You know, you don’t need the dateviators to throw stuff away. Just open my hatch and dump it in.”
“Yeah, I know, and I’m sorry.” The player didn’t seem as quippy as she normally did. She sounded a little glum, like he couldn’t even be bothered to word-spar against his taunts. “I’ve got something…a little different today, and I just thought I’d tell you before dumping it in you.” She shrugged. “Plus…I just wanted to talk to someone.”
Cam wasn’t sure why, of everyone in the house, she wanted to talk to him specifically. Especially considering he made his dislike of mindless chit-chat pretty clear since day one. But despite his sour mood at being woken up (as opposed to his normal sour mood), her description of something “different” hooked his curiosity.
Cam had lived in the house long enough that he knew the player’s usual essentials. At any given time, he could expect the same foods, the same paper towels, the same pieces of lint. She was a creature of habit, and it reflected in her waste.
He also knew the timing of her habit. She usually threw away trash right before bed (typically around ten on a work night, maybe midnight on the weekend). It was much later than that, so Cam suspected he was getting something novel this time.
“Whatever,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “What you got for me?”
Cam held out his hand and the player dropped something white and silver in his palm. He examined it closely. Silver wrapping like tinfoil, a ring of plastic that stretched into a pocket, and a very specific scent coming from the dripping liquid inside.
“Ah,” Cam said. “Prophylactics. Haven’t seen one of those in a while.”
“Ah, prophylactics,” the player said, raising an eyebrow. “Surprised you know a word that long.”
Cam gave her a glare then turned the used condom around in his hands.
“Got lucky recently?” he asked.
“Yeah. I don’t know if you saw, but I had a guy over earlier.”
“Yeah, I heard another voice from the front door. Beverly mentioned you asked for two martinis to bring upstairs. Thought you were just going through a rough patch.”
“It was a rough patch,” the player said. She dropped her eyes to the floor and scratched the back of her head. “I don’t think he’s coming back.”
“Hoping for more than a hookup?”
“Well, we went on a few dates, but after we fucked he just kind of checked out.”
Cam wasn’t the most emotionally observant person, but beneath the player’s attempt at a nonchalant tone he detected something sadder. Whoever this guy was, the player seemed set on him, and he just dumped her like…well, something she’d put in Cam.
“Eh, fuck that guy,” Cam said, setting the condom aside with his other stuff. “Did you have fun at least?”
The player gave him a look.
“Why are you so chatty and curious all of a sudden?” she said. She put her hands on her hips. “I think this is the most you’ve ever said to me in a single conversation.”
“You woke me up at two in the morning. I should at least get some entertainment out of it.”
“Well, glad I’m so entertaining for you.” The player rocked back and forth on her heels. “It wasn’t too bad. Honestly, I think I ruined it by suggesting we try something.”
“Try what?”
The player bit down on her lower lip. Was she really about to have this conversation with her waste bin?
You’re talking to sentient objects through your glasses, her mind whispered. The weird ship had sailed.
“We just fucked normally a bit,” she said. “Hence the prophylactics.”
She said the last word in her best Cam voice. He did not look impressed.
“After a few rounds I suggested something different…that’s when he tuned out,”
“Oh, like something kinky?” he asked.
“I mean…not like whips or handcuffs, but not him just sticking himself inside me again.”
Cam had to admit, despite the fact that most conversations he had with the player were against his will, he was a bit curious. She seemed like a very regular woman, not someone he expected to whip out a lot of tricks in the bedroom. But hey, maybe suddenly being able to flirt with appliances did something to one’s freaky side.
“What kind of not whips and handcuffs we talking about?” he asked.
The player smirked and raised an eyebrow.
“I think I’ve done enough TMI for tonight,” she said. “I think I’ll save the details for someone I actually sleep with.”
Cam raised an eyebrow. Maybe it was because it was late at night and half-asleep, but he was in an usually open mood.
“Is that a challenge?” he asked.
“Maybe.”
The player stepped a little closer to him. There was a glint in her eye not unlike Cam’s.
“I’m pretty open minded about this sort of thing,” she said in a low voice. “But you should know…I only have one requirement for my lovers.”
“What’s that?” Cam said in a tantalizing tone.
The player drew closer, close enough Cam could feel her breath just against his lips.
“They have to take a shower first.”
Cam’s cocky grin dropped from his face.
“What?” he said.
“I can tolerate your smelly personality,” the player said. “But if you want to roll in bed with me, you’re going to have to at least let me use some Febreze on you.”
Cam gave a disgusted look.
“You’re gonna make me walk around with that crud on?” he said.
“I don’t want to leave my bedroom smelling worse than when I came in,” she said. “Either you let me scrub you down, or it’s a no.”
Cam snorted and rolled his eyes. Humans were such prudes about smell. Their bodies produced all kinds of disgusting things. Piss, shit, vomit, salvia, sweat and more.Yet they were afraid of trash made from the same stuff they ate all the time.
“Not happening,” he said. “You can swap out my liner if you want, but I’m not touching that scam you call soap.”
“Suit yourself.”
The player fiddled with the button at the front of her blouse. Cam watched the twist of her fingers, how loose the button was.
“Here’s the jist,” she said. “I’m going to go upstairs and take a shower. If you want to join me, I’ll leave the door unlocked. But unless you plan to get behind the curtain with me, you can stay down here and enjoy the company of your chopsticks.”
She gave him a wink, and Cam gritted his teeth.
“Maybe I’ll bring Ben-hwa in there with me if I get lonely,” she said. “They love it when I clean them, because it means they’ll be used again.”
She turned in her heels and headed out the kitchen. Cam listened to her footsteps go up the stairs and into the bathroom. A door closed, and moments later, a stream of water pattering against a porcelain tub.
He huffed and pouted his lips. This was stupid. He let her clean out his liner occasionally, and she thought that meant she could drag him into something as repulsive as a shower? She had to be out of her mind.
The house was quiet at this hour. No doubt the other objects in the house were sleeping save for John Splash and his bathroom buddies. Cam sat in his corner and listened to the water splashing in the tub, trickling off her body in a diamond like stream.
“Not gonna happen,” Cam said.
~
There was a knock at the bathroom door. The player paused her hand before she could reach for the bar of soap.
“Door’s unlocked,” she responded.
The door creaked as it opened and shut. On the other side of the curtain, the player saw the undeniable silhouette of her baggy companion. She smirked.
“The new liner not clean enough for you?” she teased.
She heard Cam grumble on the other side.
“Shut up,” she heard him say.
“Hey now, that’s no way to speak to a lady inviting you to shower with her,” the player teased. “You can come in, but lose the liner first.”
Cam grumbled again, but started undressing. The player watched his silhouette stretch and snap the plastic off his body. She adopted the outline of his body, impressed by how a guy who spent all his time on a garbage heap managed to keep a nicely shaped figure.
Cam gathered up in his bag-clothes in a ball and left it in the sink.
“Can I come in now?” he asked.
“You cam come in,” she said.
She chuckled when she heard Cam groan on the other side.
“Don’t make this harder,” he said.
“You’re free to go back in the kitchen if you want.”
Cam huffed, but then slipped behind the shower curtain, let it fall close behind him. He winced as soon as the water hit him.
“You trying to boil us both alive in here?” he said.
The player chuckled. The air was steamy around them like a bathhouse.
“It’s cold out and I needed to de-thaw,” she said.
“What’s that smell?”
“My new body wash. It’s called ‘fresh spring bloom.’ It’s meant to smell like rosewater.”
Cam made a disgusted sound in his throat. If he listened to his brain and not his dick, he’d be back downstairs snoozing. But then he dropped his eyes down the player’s nude body and suddenly forgot what they were talking about.
The player smirked, then stepped closer to him and grabbed him by the chin.
“You’re cute under those baggy clothes,” she said.
Before Cam could give a retort, the player pulled him down into a kiss. His brain instantly evaporated into the shower stream. He circled his arms around the player and pulled her, melting and surrendering into her lips.
“Mmmmmm,” he sighed deep in his throat.
His senses felt dizzy until he couldn’t feel anything except her body pressed against his. His hands smoothed along her back and waist as the hot rush of water drenched them both. Meanwhile, the player’s hands reached behind her, then up into Cam’s hair. Her fingers were elegant and nimble, and Cam damn near started purring as they curled in his brown waves.
Except, then he felt something other than fingers in his hair. It was thicker than water and he could feel it sticking. Something like…bubbles?
Cam broke the kiss and wiped a hand along his head. His hands came back covered in a white lather that smelled fruity. He narrowed his eyes at the player.
“Was that your plan all along?” he said. “Kiss me so you could wash my hair? Evil temptress.”
The player character laughed.
“When I said I need guys to take a shower, I didn’t mean just stand there,” she said. “I do expect you to clean yourself a bit.”
Cam flicked the lather off his hand like it would make him sick. The player places both hands on his head, forcing him to bend at the waist.
“Come one, at least admit it feels good,” she said. She circled her fingers around in his hair until there was more white than brown. “I could tell you were enjoying it for a second there.”
Cam made a hrm sound in his throat, but he didn’t move. He stood there, bent over enough for the player to deep clean his hair. He wouldn’t say it, but it did feel nice to feel her fingertips along his scalp. It was soothing like a massage and he snapped his eyes open a few times trying not to fall asleep. He hated soap, but damn, this did feel nice.
At least I can see her boobs from here, he thought to himself, as his bent head was angled right in front of the player’s chest. Once she was finished lathering his hair, the player stood him up straight so the water could wash it away. Cam watched the white foam slide down his body and circle around the drain.
“There we go,” the player said. “Feel much better now?”
“I feel violated,” Cam said in his usual deadpan. Cleanliness felt unnatural to him. Mostly, he just wanted her to go back to petting his hair.
“Oh, quit being a baby.” The player took his face in her hands. “Just for that, you get another kiss.”
She pulled Cam down into a kiss. Now that the smell of moldy fruit and weeks-old takeout was off him, she kissed him more aggressively. Cam didn’t resist. He cupped the back of her head in his palm as she smoothed her hands down his chest. His cock had been hard and ready since she first kissed him. Her fingertips trailed along his erection and he shuddered.
Cam suddenly remembered he didn’t just come up here to let her bath him. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. Him and the player were both flustered, and not just because of the steamy water. Their hot breaths mingled in the short distance between their lips.
“By the way,” Cam said. “That thing you suggested to what’s his face…you gonna tell me what it was now?”
The player gave him a devious grin, as if she was waiting for him to ask that. She moved away from him and stepped out of the shower, dripping water on the floor. She closed the curtain behind her so Cam couldn’t see.
“Well, I told him I was getting bored of him being inside me,” she said. Cam heard her open the cabinet under the sink and rummage around. “So, I asked if I could try going inside him.”
Before Cam could even guess what that meant, she pushed open the shower curtain to reveal herself. She was still naked, except for one thing: A leather harness strapped to her front with silver buckles, and the largest phallus Cam had ever seen on the front.
He swallowed when he saw it. It was clearly plastic, but detailed with a shapely tip and veins. She moved it from the bedroom to under the bathroom sink. Like she knew he would come join her in the shower. His asshole instinctively clenched.
The player swung the harness on a single finger.
“So,” she said. “Wanna give it a try?”
Cam was frozen for a moment before he answered. He had a couple of guesses for what that mystery guy turned down, he didn’t quite guess this. A part of him hoped for something that would let him keep his eyes on her front. Another part of him kept looking at the dildo. Long and hard as plastic could be. And he did recall overhearing Ben-hwa talking about men having a special spot in their behinds…
“Fuck it, sure,” he said.
The player’s face bloomed in a smile. Fuck, she was pretty when she smiled.
“Then turn around, pretty boy,” she said.
Cam did as he was told and turned to face the wall. He pressed two hands against and spread his legs a little.
“You ever done this before?” he asked.
“Once or twice,” the player said as she adjusted the harness. She moved right behind him, her tip hovering just at his entrance. “Enough to know what I’m doing.”
Cam waited with his butt perked out waiting for her. His heart was throbbing in his chest. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect from this, but he also had no intention of stopping her. He was still a little high from their kiss, and he was curious what else this human woman could make him feel in this human body that was still new to him.
“I’ll see what what’s-his-name said no to,” he said.
“It’s fun, I promise.”
The player reached for the body wash. The rosewater one, appropriately packaged in the pink bottle. She squirted some into her hand and lathered it along the dildo.
“Besides,” she said. “I’ve cleaned you on the outside…now let’s try to clean you on the inside.”
The player took Cam’s hips in her hands. Just the touch alone sent a surge through Cam’s body and he felt something dribble. He glanced down between his hairy thighs to see precome trickling from his cock onto the shower floor.
“Look at you,” the player teased in a low whisper. “Even in the shower, you still make a mess.”
Cam’s cheeks flushed bright red. Thank god it was boiling hot in there and he could blame the water.
“Kept me…waiting long enough…” he sputtered.
“Well then,” the player said. She pressed the tip of her cock to his hole, Cam’s breath hitching against the feeling. “I won’t keep you waiting any longer.”
With that, she gently pushed herself inside of him. Cam sucked in a loud, shuddering breath as she did. His whole body, from his arms against the wall down to his spread legs, trembled at the sensation of it. The soap was a surprisingly effective lubricant. Or maybe Cam’s hole was impressively wide.
“Feel okay?” the player asked.
It took Cam a moment to gather his words. It hurt a little, stretching out his skin in a way he never felt before. But the pain was slight and almost pleasant. Whatever “sweet spot” Ben-hwa mentioned, Cam could just barely feel it being grazed, like holding one’s hand over a stove just enough to feel the heat without touching it.
“Y-yeah…” he said. “It’s…good…”
With that permission, the player began swerving her hips in a steady rhythm. That’s when the jolt of pleasure rushed up Cam’s body. The sweet spot was activated, and all of sudden it’s like his brain turned to melted butter. He pressed his face to wall, letting her fuck him slowly against the tile wall.
“Fuck…” he mumbled into the wall.” Fuck, that feels good…”
The player grinned into his muscular shoulder. She pressed her body up against his, pinning him to the wall with her chest to his back, as she drove her cock deeper inside him.
“Yeah, you like that?” she whispered in his ear. She gave him a slap to the rear. “Dirty boy…”
The player pushed her full girth up into his hole. The soap made her movement smooth and quick, moving in and out of him with ease. Cam’s hesitant whimpers turned to moans. His cock was pressed against the wall and trickling faster.
“Mmm…harder…” he whimpered.
With pleasure. The player began thrusting faster, pounding every sound out of him she could get. She grinned at the sight of him, at his back twisting and his ass riding her cock. She thought of every conversation they had since they met. Cam’s rudeness, his attitude, his dismissive tone. She’d been patient with him thus far. Now, she wanted a little revenge.
She snatched his hair up in her hand and yanked back. Cam moaned at the sudden sear of pain in his head, and his back arched.
“Fuck!” he yelped.
He huffed with every thrust. The player quickened her pace, her free hand gripping his hip, and she felt herself getting closer. The pressure of the harness pushed right against her clit, making it throb with each thrust and the sounds of Cam’s moans sent her over the edge. She yanked harder on his hair and arched her back as a sweet climax overtook her body.
“Mmmm, good boy,” she purred, licking her lips as the last of it drained from her. “My good, dirty boy.”
Her sickly sweet words brought Cam over the edge. Once she was finished, the player released Cam’s hair and her hand crawled to his neck. She clasped his throat, not enough to choke him, but just enough that his breath was short. Someone else at this moment may have pushed her away. That someone was not Cam. He was suddenly dizzy with pleasure, his sense firing until he almost felt faint.
“Fuck…” he whimpered under her hand.
The player’s other hand crawled down his abs to his cock. Her fingers wrapped around his length and began stroking him in time with her thrusts. Just like that, he was done for. Her hands to his cock and throat, he was trapped under her touch. His hips twitched and his moans turned to desperate pleas as a melting orgasm overtook him.
“Fuck, fuck, please, please, please, I need it so bad, I need it, please—”
Cam collapsed to pieces right there against the wall. He finished all over the floor, his seed mingling and sinking down the drain with the bath water. Even when every drop was gone, the player kept going. Gripping Cam’s throat, working his cock, just the amusement of watching him squirm.
Soon, Cam’s moans softened back to little whimpers. He could barely stand, only kept up by the player’s body pushing him to the wall. For a moment, they were silent except for their labored breaths and the drum of the shower water.
The player gently pulled out Cam. She removed the harness and tossed it on the floor outside of the shower. Cam remained against the wall, his body slightly trembling, his cheek pressed to the wall. The player came up right behind him, kissed the space between his shoulders, then hugged him from behind.
“You okay?” she asked. The teasing tone she had all night was gone, replaced with caring concern.
“It’s…” Cam said, trying to collect his thoughts. “...not what I expected.”
“In a good or bad way?”
“Definitely…not in a bad way…”
The player grinned and nuzzled her cheek into his shoulder.
“Thanks for joining me in here,” she said. “Maybe next time, we can go roll around in a dumpster sometime.”
Cam glanced over his shoulder with a smirk.
“There’s gonna be a next time?” he asked.
The player laughed and turned Cam around. She pressed him to the wall with a kiss as their shared sweat slipped down the drain.
Tony w shy reader headcanons.. pretty please im BEGGINGGG!!!
I had a vision and fell in love with it (I started writing like a possessed person)
Tony W/ Shy Homeowner!
warnings; nsfw/18+, nicknames, penetration, gn! reader, switch!character, manhandling, "pretty" as a nickname, oral, slight fluff?, slight dacryphilia,
Tony adores how shy you are! It feeds his idea of being your man and being your “protector” —He’ll wrap an arm around your waist and puff out his chest while walking you pretty much anywhere! Tony is absolutely the kind of man (toolbox…) that wants you to be glued to his side, and he’ll openly grab and drag you closer.
“Get over here,” A heavy hand lands on the back of your neck, almost making you stumble as Tony drags you closer to him by the scruff like a kitten. He sighs dramatically, pulling you against him on the bed, “You know I can’t stand seeing you so far away, you belong right here.” He presses a kiss on your neck, wrapping a thick arm around your waist. It seems sweet, but it’s a complete trap—a ploy to keep you pinned against his naked chest. You can grumble all you want, but it’s impossible to escape from Tony’s arms in the morning.
That said, he adores being able to toss you around. It fills him with a certain amount of pride and pleasure when you squeak and try to hide your face—not that he’d ever let you, but he thinks it’s adorable to see you try.
You shouldn’t expect to be able to keep quiet for long, either. Tony will take it as a personal challenge if you bite your lip or cover your mouth—he’ll snicker, prying your hand away and giving your palm a little kiss. You're not going to keep him from enjoying the little whines and whimpers falling from those lips!
Fat tears well up, threatening to spill over the fats of your cheeks as you’re pressed firmly into the bed under you. The only thing keeping you from shoving your face in the mattress completely is Tony’s hand—reaching out and cupping the underside of your face, shoving two thick fingers in your mouth so you can’t close them. Every thrust forces a loud, strangled moan from your lips. You can only faintly focus on Tony’s almost manic chuckle, using his free hand to rock you back against his every thrust, “That’s it, sweet’eart- So quiet but so goddamn loud f’my cock, huh?” He pants, sweating vigorously, shamelessly groping your hip, “Haha, say ‘please’ and I’ll make you squirt. Deal?” He leans down, shoving deeper inside of you until you feel like you’re choking.
To add on, Tony genuinely thinks it’s so cute and funny whenever you hide behind your hands, but sometimes he just wants to see your face. He also enjoys teasing you, specifically because he knows how heated up you get about it.
You don’t even know how long Tony has been between your legs, putting his mouth to work. He’s greedy, why should he have to hold himself back when you look so cute while trying your best to avoid his eyes? Although… A man can only take so much, he doesn’t care for the way you turn your head away in embarrassment or try to cover your mouth, “Come on, sweet’eart–be good ‘n let out alllll those pretty noises.” Tony encourages, finally pulling away with a small ‘pop’, using one hand to grab your face. He smushes your cheeks together, pursing your spit-covered lips in a way that makes him chuckle against your twitching thighs, “Keep those fuckin’ eyes on me, baby. ‘Kay?” You manage to let out a little whimper, nodding just a tiny bit (or as best as you can, with him holding your face) as you feel yourself throb.
If you ever mention dominating him, Tony will laugh at you- but don’t let that stop you! He’s not trying to make fun of you, but… Let’s face it, you’re not very dominating in your everyday life, so it just took him by surprise. Still, Tony’s adventurous and worst-case scenario is that you don’t like it, and he gets to prove how much better it feels to be under him!
“Like that?” Tony’s cocky voice rings through your head, his strong hands cupping your thighs, right under your perky ass. You had begged him earlier to take control—you didn’t like being in control as much as you imagined, but what kind of supportive boyfriend would Tony be if he didn’t make you see it through? (Yeah… Being “supportive” was definitely his main motivation...) Regardless, Tony's hands cup the back of your thighs, lifting you up and down while your fingers dig into his chest, “Come on, I know you got it in you, pretty."
Alternatively, Tony finds out he really, really likes it when his shy little lover takes control...
"Oh," Tony hisses under his breath, a slow grin taking over his face as you sink down, taking his fat cock deeper into your throat, "oh, shit, babe." He chuckles, clenching his stomach. He's keeping his hands off, just as you told him. He's been a lot more compliant than you thought he would when you, after much struggling, asked to take control for the night. Tony, however, wasn't expecting you to push him down, holding him by the hips while you swallow him like a fucking succubus—staring up at him after slapping his hand away from touching you, sucking harshly against the head in such a way that has Tony cursing and throwing his head back. If you listened closely, you could hear the slightest bit of a whimper, giving you just the boost you need to start bobbing your head, humming rhythmically...
I caved and bought a collar. I feel like that would make Hector literally shake and drool at the thought. Foaming at the mouth to see me in a collar and hold the leash. I don't think he could physically roughly tug it, its not in his nature, but he would slowly pull it towards him, tenderly.
Bro I love collars! I feel like Hector would have so many thoughts flooding his head immediately, but his hands? Completely frozen while holding the leash as if it were glass… You’ll have to get his attention—tapping him to get him to come back to reality.
Hector knows what he wants to do, and he knows what you want him to do (and what wouldn’t he give to give it to you)… But still, Hector wraps it around him, pulling you closer with one hand while the other reaches up to cup the face. He just can’t bring himself to be mean… At least, not yet- Not when you just handed him the keys to Heaven yourself.
was it just me or was anybody else peeved by how the player has to be nearly ruthlessly insulting and degrading to Cam about his job and lifestyle unless you go with the 80 Empathy SPECS checks, despite the fact that his biggest problem is he's a bit rude and keeps to himself (which isnt even a problem really), he's not actively being a nuisance or harming anybody, AND ALSO THE TRASH CAN DOES ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT JOBS IN THE HOUSEHOLD! He holds waste! Waste that to him is something more! He uses chopsticks to build cabins, yeah he's stinky, but he holds all of the harmful waste so that WE the HUMANS dont get sick! He could've had a similar story to Jerry, in fact the two are far more similar than one may think, but no. Because Cam deals with the unwanted and not the lost and abandoned, there's a difference. There's a SAYING that "one man's trash is another man's treasure" yet every interaction that doesn't involve the specs check, your two choices are "So happy you love this abhorrent garbage!" or "You and everything you love is utterly disgusting." It also doesn't help that one of the dialogue choices you get after insulting Cam and him blowing up at you is more or less "But there were no other good options!" The game PURPOSEFULLY only gives you horribly insulting and demeaning options and then laughs in your face about it, which normally I wouldn't have a problem with in an illusion of choice, but there is no illusion of choice. You only have 1 choice and that's be an asshole to him. It feels fucked.
Like. No. I would NOT fucking say that. I'd ask him what his favorite trashy smell is and what his favorite piece of trash ever was. I would NOT fucking treat him like that. I can understand why the game does it the way it does - because its something that in real life would require empathy/compassion, which is one of the SPECS stats which is why being actually decent to him is locked behind a check - but it just really pulled me out of the interaction.
