coyote 🦷

he.it 19 slenderverse enjoyer

[dogfreakazoid]

wavessss waves hi new ish intro ok

im coyote or mutt!! im 19 and super into emh/slenderverse/creepypasta rn but I also like fight club archies final project breaking bad brokeback mountain the backrooms lots of other stuff ^_^

all the deer come on yeah all the deer all the deer more deer more deer all the deer ok thats all goodbye!!! skitters away and trips over nothing falls flat on my face

updated jun 19 ^_^ will prob redo in the future

[habitualdestruction]

do your pups get to sit on the sofa with you or are we banished to the floor :( ? :3

NO SOFA FOR YOU. CLOSEST YOULL GET IS DADDYS LAP, YEAH?

[cryingintheclubdhmu]

Mail Mishap !! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪𖤐

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AITA because I jumped my roommate for being blind?

AKA: The creeps accidentally opening a package with your very NSFW toy in it ✮⋆˙

Ft. T. Wright, B. Thomas, T. Rogers, J. Nyras, J. Woods, L. Woods, B. Lawman, A Bad Habit & One Special Guest !! ✶⋆.˚

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Free you my heart.

[theamberparadise]

150 BPM | EYELESS JACK + X-VIRUS X F!READER | NSFW

SYNOPSIS; A bad mission led you to go to your local resident cannibal. But when the pills start making you want to fuck him to hell, every synapse in your nerves snap and make you leak in your own panties. It's just too bad a certain mad-scientist that works in the basement underneath you both wants his medical record filled up, too.

TW; DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT/PAY ATTENTION TO THE WARNINGS | MEDICAL MALPRACTICE, DRUGGING/INTOXICATION, MEDPLAY, RESTRAINTS, spitplay, cunnilingus, p in v, dvp, threesome, voyeurism, biting, blood, wound licking, use of stethoscope, use of heart monitor, USE OF APHRODISIACS, squirting, throat-fucking, creampie, slight nipple play, finger-sucking, fingering, gloved fingering, pussy-slapping, MURDER, theft, bruises, MURDER BY LETHAL INJECTION OF VICTIM (NOT reader), mention of STD, mention of vaccine, stupid author does not know how medical machines work

WORD COUNT; 8056 words

Your boots collided impossibly loud against the ceramic tiles.

One odd thing about the mansion was how the floors for the rest of the mansion’s parts were strong hardwood, sometimes creaking under the weight of couches or heavy furniture. While the path heading to the clinic were white, smooth ceramic tiles bound with grayish-white grout (occasionally stained with drops of bloodstains. You don’t know whose it is.).

Sporting a wad of bills in your back pocket— mostly hundred dollar bills you swiped from your last victim— your own breaths seemed foreign to you. You had never had to go to the clinic officially, before all that were simply drop-offs and pick-ups.

Jack was definitely no stranger to you. 

You kept your head down whenever you were talking to him. Handed over his requested medicine and supplies with a curt yes, doctor. no, doctor. my day is going alright, doctor.

Sheepish, he thinks. Sheepish in the way you always shift your weight from one foot to another when he strikes up a conversation that lasts a little more than what you intended. Sheepish in the way you bite the inner of your cheek when he gives you a once-over. Sheepish in the way you hide your blush when he touches your hair.

You almost stutter in your steps when the memory flashes inside of your head. 

Short-lived yet heavy moments of passing by him reached up to every week. You were only there to give him stacks of pills and medications— and now you’re going to him because you couldn’t handle 3 days of pain, how embarrassing.

You didn’t want to make it seem like you’re asking him to give you free healthcare just because the supplies he dutifully ordered arrived on time. That was what the cash was for. The idea of him using his equipment that you worked fairly hard for just for him to have to use it on you was below unappealing for your character.

So you’d gathered a decent amount, maybe about four-hundred dollars, mercifully donated by your dead victim. You had the payment. But the purpose?

It was one mission too reckless. One before you handled your charity donor. You had him (5’10 caucasian male with blonde hair and brown eyes), but it was one step too janky. Target heard you sneaking up behind him and put up a really good fight before he finally passed out from the cyanide in his veins.

The fucker had got you good. Bruises bloomed on your skin 7 hours after the “adventure”. Your sides were littered in yellowish-purple spots. Your upper arms were no better. No broken bones, at least, but moving like how you usually would in these conditions were unbearable. And your torso was going about almost numb for you to know if you had any broken ribs.

Why not go to the one and only cannibal you know?

A small window was plastered on the top center of the door with a view inside of the clinic. There was a shadow carefully shifting in the sides. Jack was here.

Cold metal pressed against your fingers when you push the door open.

Jack did not turn to face you when you stepped inside. Instead, his back was turned to you, facing a table littered with pill bottles and organizers. To his left were empty labels ready to be pasted onto the small plastic cylinders. He was organizing his pills, no doubt from the most recent delivery you yourself had delivered.

It felt like hours before your readied words were interrupted by him.

“Yes?” Jack’s voice seemed to slice through the air. He must’ve known he hadn’t ordered anything for today.

You shift on your feet, feeling the thorns of dryness in your throat. It laced your voice. “I need painkillers,” your fingers struggled to pull the cash out of your back pocket. “I– I have money. I can pay you right after.”

Jack said nothing. His body worked carefully over the stainless steel table, wordlessly counting pills as they dropped into bottles with little clunks. Time passed by for what felt like an hour before he closed the last bottle to turn to you. Outstretching an open hand toward the examination table.

“Take a seat.” final. Stern.

You nod with your lips pursed together, dirty cash still in your hand. The leather felt foreign under your thighs. You had never sat here before.

Setting aside your cash, your wrist bumps an unfamiliar texture: on either side of the examination table, were brown, leather arm restraints. You cringe. How many gruesome cases had Jack had to deal with to have those installed? Your eyes find themselves back to Jack, who was jotting down your name onto a blank medical record. You swallow once.

“Where can I–”

“What are your symptoms, please?”

The air felt too thin for another word to come out of your trembling lips.

“I just— I had a victim too rowdy. I made a wrong step and he saw me. I got him, but he did me some damage. I have— I have bruises.”

Jack sets his pen down on the clipboard with a click before walking slowly— too slowly— toward you. His hands were behind his back, they almost looked restrained. Like he was holding back. But from what?

Jack speaks again. You feel his eyes (sockets) staring right through you. His head was tilted slightly but noticeably down. You could tell he was already looking at your body. 

“May I see them?”

Silence ensued. Hot blush stained the pale of your cheeks. You’re about to take your shirt off in front of a humanoid cannibal who had a taste for female victims. 

Your fingers barely made it under the hem of your sweater when Jack’s scarily large hands gripped your wrist. Gasping, your blush turned into a pale, almost-white hue. Nerves were firing in every inch of your body, telling you to run, run, run. Get out of here and run.

Jack spoke. Slow and deliberate. “Relax,” he starts. Every syllable felt calculated. “Your heartbeat is rising. And your temperature is rapidly changing. If you keep this up your whole visit, you might be at risk of fainting.” Jack’s thumb was pressed against the front of your wrist, firm against the vein slightly showing itself through skin.

You freeze at him calling you out. Needles were poking at your throat. 

“I’m sorry.”

Pathetic. You’re sure he thinks it’s pathetic.

You feel him let go of your wrist. Wrapping the hem on the inside of your fingers, you pull up, slowly, revealing your bruised skin.

Jack inhales at the sight of your bare torso. He could “see” a sliver of the pink lace bra you were sporting underneath. 

You could feel him staring at you, and it feels too cold. Like icy sticks of winter travelling your body.

But why do you feel so hot?

“I don’t—” as an attempt to fill the silence, you tried to speak. Tried. “I don’t know if I have any broken bones. That’s why I wanted to um— to see you.”

I wanted to see you. What the fuck are you saying?

Jack hums. It seemed like he was agreeing— or analyzing. It was hard to tell with him. Eyes were the windows of the soul— and he had none.

“Those bruises are deep,” you felt like you were under a magnifying glass under his gaze. “I will have to give you a full body exam.”

You wanted to say no, and perhaps you should have. But your gut wouldn’t lay rest until you were sure no major damage was done to your body. Your nerves just wouldn’t give.

Nodding, you start to lift your sweater up more. But you stop. “I’m sorry– do you want me to–”

“Yes. Take your sweater and pants off, please.” Jack is still. Too still. And yet you feel his “eyes” moving rapidly all over your figure. You feel your lungs vibrating with nerve. And the thought of stripping under an eyeless cannibal at 2 AM wasn’t helping. Jack’s voice breaks through air. 

“You’re anxious again. You don’t want to end up on the floor, do you?”

You look up at him. You don’t want to end up unconscious anywhere near Jack. Near him while conscious, though… 

That’s a thought you were saving for later.

You mutter. “Sorry,” before taking a deep breath and pulling the sweater off of you. Immediately, the cold of the night hits your skin like a bite. Goosebumps litter the surface of your skin. Jack stays quiet.

Hopping off the examination table, slowly and carefully with a thud on the ground. You look at his face expectedly, looking for any smile, for any cringe of disgust— just to find indifference. Like he was expecting you to be half-naked for him in your first official meeting.

You lick your lips in hesitance when your thumbs met the garter of your shorts. It pools down around your ankles. Stepping out of it, you grab it and place it next to the sad pile of your sweater on your right.

There you were. And there he was. In front of you, toe-to-toe almost, with your body half-naked and his still and fully clothed.

Jack stretches out a finger towards the table. “Sit down.” calm. Very calm. Like he knows you were going to do it anyway. Biting your inner bottom lip, you briskly stepped to the table and hauled yourself on top of it, adjusting yourself so your legs were fully off of the ground. The cold, icy leather pressed into the fat of your ass, into the spots where your panties didn’t cover. That’s when you were reminded of how exposed you really were. How bare you presented yourself to Jack.

You watch as he moved. He had opened a cabinet– one of the upper ones, pulling out a ziploc bag with a few pink pills in it, maybe five. The shape of them were nothing unusual: oval. With a line indented in case of when you needed only a half dose.

But Jack has them whole in his hand.

It didn’t register to you that he was in front of you until he handed you a full glass of water.

“Drink,” he says. “It’s a specialized pain killer I ordered.” 

You pause a little. You don’t remember seeing a pill like this on any packaging you handed him. But you took it anyway. Jack’s the pro here, not you.

Cold glass in your hand and the pill in the other, the bitter, powder-like taste was washed away quickly when you swallowed it whole. The glass was half-empty now. Jack took it with odd haste when he saw you drank the pill.

Shuffling his way back, he pats the headrest of the table with steady hands. “Lay down.”

He was getting oddly bossy. Or maybe just trying to make this quick. Either way, you did as he told. Slowly lowering yourself onto the cushion, cold leather chilled goosebumps on your back. Your body shivers, and Jack was watching your every move, your every reaction. 

You breathe raggedly through the uneasiness of the exposure under his stare and the low gravity of the situation. You felt like you were floating a little.

“Arms to the side.” you obey. Squarely positioning your arms to the side, you try to left yourself relax—

A buckle clinks to life as Jack firmly presses your wrists in place of the restraint.

Fuck. Fuck.

The buckle clicks locked tight around your wrist. Thick brown leather squeaks against your movements, metal undeniably keeping you strapped and helpless under Jack’s whim. You pull, nothing. The restraint was effective. Effective in the way you couldn’t even twist your arm without it being loosened by a full inch. 

Odd thing was, it was adjusted to almost exactly what your wrist size was. It was snug-tight around you. Had Jack thought about putting you here before?

An embarrassing, shameful heat pools inside the heat between your legs. You feel yourself leak into the cloth of your panties almost immediately after the thought of Jack thinking about you. Not now. Please, not now. Not when he’s here.

It wasn’t until you feel your other wrist behind suffocated with the same brown leather material when you opened your trembling mouth.

“Wait–” you shiver. “What is this for?”

Jack did not respond right away. He made sure to strap you in completely before breathing in deeply, sending a blow of cold air from his nose onto your skin. It’s cold.

“It’s so you wouldn’t squirm so much,” Jack answered, hands once again behind his back. “I wouldn’t want to tire you when the pills are in effect.”

“The painkillers?” he thought your voice when you’re nervous is adorable. 

“They… they make me feel a little weird, Jack..”

He smiles at your dizzy, confused, and a little scared state. Jack thought you looked like a scared little lamb.

“They’re aphrodisiacs.” He rests his hand on your stomach, relaxed. But ultimately firm. Your eyebrows knit together.

“I… I asked you for painkillers,” you scoff in disbelief, momentarily cringing the stretch of leather over your skin. “This won’t help my bruises—”

“But you don’t feel them hurting now, do you?”

Jack stares at you. You don’t see it but he’s staring at you. He’s staring at you.

But he was right. You hadn’t felt your bruises ache when you hauled yourself up onto the examination table. You hadn’t felt your bruises ache when you shimmied up to your position now. And you definitely hadn’t felt them ache trying to pull against the restraints.

Jack’s head tilts to the side. “That’s what I thought.” Silence. Then, you feel his hand drag against your skin when he slides them down, down, down—

Until you can feel him cup your inner thighs.

But you can feel the heat of his hand from your cunt. Jack inhales, deep.

He growls deep in his chest. A tongue slips out from his lips and drags itself across. He smells you. Jack smells you, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

“The pills are a project of mine and Cody’s,” he starts. “You’re the first test subject.”

Project? Cody? Test subject?

Jack’s fingers reach deeper— god his hands were big enough to engulf half of your thigh— his thumbs rub against the smooth skin, motioning circles on the surface. You can feel how firm and how calloused his hands were. Shaped from holding heavy equipment. Shaped from ripping countless bodies apart for dinner.

He starts moving before you know it. Shifting almost gracefully to one of the smaller cabinets, Jack opens the latch and pulls out two long black latex gloves. It wasn’t until you saw him wear them that they were elbow-length.

It looked… nice on him. Ready. Edgy in a way. Black suited him. It always has. 

Your body felt awfully relaxed— more by the minute passed, actually. Must be the pill’s doing. Your nerves felt as if they were slowly warming up, synapses gently firing in every bone, and you could swear your vision was whitening.

More slick heat spills itself inside your panties. You were sure it had a stain now. A clear sign of your arousal. All for Jack to see. How romantic.

You whine at the effects taking on your body, but still had the subconsciousness to flinch when Jack’s gloves start travelling across your body. 

His voice felt quieter now. More personal. You could say it’s a tone he uses when he deems the moment special.

“Tell me if it hurts.” he instructs softly just like how a real doctor should. 

With the influence of the aphrodisiac gaining up on you, you breathe heavily, eyes lidded almost shut. You nod at him.

Taking in your state, Jack huffs and grins. Flashes of white, sharp canines greet your hazed vision. He had dimples.

“What a good patient,” he coos, brushing your hair behind your ear, grin still plastered on his face. With the pill taking a toll on you, he didn’t look so terrifying as he was before. In fact he was… he was handsome. Jack was handsome.

His gloves trail upwards onto your torso, pressing firmly onto your ribs. He was feeling for fractures in your ribs, pointer and middle finger grouping together to trace the dips and rises of your ribs, finger pads running along the ridges of your bones. “Perfect,” Jack mutters. “Everything in its place. Anatomy is spot-on.”

You whine, more hot slick soaking your panties through and through. Your clit is throbbing.

Jack presses his whole hand onto your skin once again, travelling up, up, up—

Until you could feel the tip of his gloved fingers slip under your bra. You gasp- then sigh, feeling him slip deeper and deeper into the heat of your breast. “Hngg,” you whimper, squirming just slightly under his touch. 

“Oh?” he tilts his head. “You can feel this?”

Your nipple stiffen under the now-warm latex. Jack pinches the bud in between his thumb and middle, gently rolling it, pointer finger occasionally coming to brush the peak. You made a noise in between a whine and a sigh. You felt like jelly under him, under his warmth, his movements. 

His stare.

Jack eventually slips out of your bra, this time tracing his fingers down. Your waist, your hip— your panties. Two of his fingers hook under the garter, pulling at the fabric—

And letting it snap against your hips. 

Jack watches you flinch at the sudden flash of pain, before melting back down into the chair.

Because that was what you are. A melted puddle. Melted and malleable under his touch. 

He growls under his breath, white canines once again flashing themselves to you in the midst of his snarl. Both his hands remain on your body. One on the hilt of your thigh. Another rested firmly on the outline of your ribs. Like an anchor.

Jack’s head whips to your direction. His eyebrows were furrowed, breaths heavy and hot in the air. He dips down, slowly– ever so slowly, nose pressing into the bend of your neck.

By instinct your head pulls away, an effort pulled in no success: it exposed more of your neck to him. Jack presses in, lips firming against your creamy, sweat-slick skin—

He licks a long drag all the way up to the back of your ear. He groans, taking a deep inhale of your scent.

He was smelling you.

You laugh a little, half-gone. His breath tickled your skin, but the fear of him sinking his teeth in remained settled in your nerves.

Jack lifted up as quickly as he dipped down.

“I need to do an internal body assessment,” he states, matter-of-factly. “External assessments aren’t sufficient for me to have a proper diagnosis.” Pausing, he sets a hand down firmly on your chest. 

“Will you comply?” he asks.

You swivel in your place, breathing heavy as thunder as you let the pill’s effects take a tremendous toll on you.

“Yes, doctor.”

Jack smirks at the response, slipping a middle finger in between the cups of your bra. “You’re my favorite patient, do you know that?”

“No, doctor.” you breathe, eyes getting heavier by the minute— cunt getting needier by the minute.

Jack hums, caressing your body as his free hand makes his way to your bra, both hands pinching the middle of the lace—

Riiiip!

The poor, thin cloth rips under his grip like paper, falling to the sides like curtains.

Your tits perk into the cold night air. Nipples tightening instantly, your body twitches upward, collapsing as fast as you came up.

Everything was blending into colors. You’re hot. You’re sensitive. You’re horny and out of your mind.

You look down at your stimulated tits, heavy-breathing causing them to move up and down in sync of your panting. 

Panting. Like a dog.

“Prettiest patient I’ve ever had,” Jack mutters, tracing a gloved finger over the sides of your tits, finally coming towards the center and flicking your nipples. You feel his touch send tingles from your skin to your bones, and you can’t help but to whine. 

“Jack,” you start, but he puts a finger against your glossy lips.

“Not my name. I’m not Jack today,” he coos, slowly removing his finger. “Remember? It’s doctor. I’m your doctor today.”

You seemed to drool inside your mouth with how much spit you’ve earned. You swallow. “Yes, doctor. I’m sorry. The pill… it’s taking me.”

Jack smiles. No teeth this time. Just a long, wide closed grin.

“Then the treatment is working,” he says, gloved fingers now playing with the garter of your panties. “Just how it’s designed to be.”

Inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, his fingers slip inside, past the garter, until the latex on his hands meet the warmth of your throbbing clit.

You were hot, hot, hot.

Your panties came into pieces without you realizing it. It met the same fate as your bra.

But you couldn’t care less. You wanted to be touched, to be admired. Admired in the hands of a cannibal, admired in ways you hadn’t thought of noticing even about yourself.

You were seen. Finally seen. Exposed. And seen.

“Fuck,” Jack hisses. “I could smell how wet you are. I smelled this little pussy the moment you walked into the clinic.” Without warning, he raises his palm—

And slaps your cunt.

You flinch. Your slick splatters everywhere. His hands. The examination bed. Some made it on the floor.

Gasping, you whine into the air, a tear threatening to fall down your cheek. The pain stung with shameful pleasure was too much for you to handle. Your whole body was unbelievably sensitive to the core.

Jack moves without sound. Shifting to the foot of the bed, he closes his hands on both of your knees and spreads them apart.

Jack could see all of it now. Your cunt. Your slick. Your heat.

He growls at the sight, nose working to take in deep breaths— inhaling the sweet smell and heat of your dripping cunt. Slick was spilling into a small, sticky puddle underneath your hips, seeping under your flushed ass— you can feel it sneak into your lower back.

Jack’s fingers enter without warning. Slowly, but not stopping. You moan, long and breathless. His fingers reach so deep his knuckles were kissing the rim of your entrance.

“I feel tension in this area,” he states, feeling your pussy clench down on him, throbbing. “Let me… massage it. You know. To relieve tension.”

You could do nothing but whine when he starts moving. Slowly. Methodically. 

And then your eyes started rolling backwards.

Jack had been studying the human body since college. But you had no idea if him finger-fucking you this good had been in his coursework. 

He was pistoning his digits in and out of you brutally, coaxing more and more of your juice out to spill on him. (At least, he hoped it would spill on him.)

The latex of Jack’s gloves allowed him to go as fast as he wanted with minimal friction. The slick of your cunt gave the latex a shiny coat, strings of clear heat connecting your flesh and his hand. 

“Jack– Jack, mnh,” you plead, pulling at your restraints. “Jack, I need to cum— ah— I need to cum so bad,” Jack doesn’t seem to listen.

You sob a little, the overwhelming pleasure sending lightning through your hips, shaking frantically. 

Choking out, you beg. “Doctor— doctor,” Jack turns to you, finally. He tilts his head. “Yes, my dear patient? Is there something you need?”

Nodding with a heavy head, you sob. “I need to cum, doctor. I need to cum so fucking bad, my pussy hurts. It hurts, doctor.” 

Jack sighs, pretending to be a doctor feeling such pity for his patient. “Oh, my. Where does it hurt? Does it hurt deep inside?”

You nod. You nod like you’re actually in pain.

Jack fake-gasps. “Ohhh my. Let me relieve it for you.” he coos, clicking his tongue at your symptom. Laughing, he bends down— his mouth dangerously close to your clit. 

“After all,” fuck you can feel every word on your cunt, “I only want the best for my patients.”

Without another word he sticks out his tongue, and licks a long, wet stripe on your tight clit.

You were gone. Eyes rolling back into your skull, back arching up and stuttering down. Your nails scratch against the cushion under the restraints.

“Oh— doctor—” you whine in wanton. “Doctor, doctor please—” 

The room was absolutely filled to the brim with schlickschlickschlick’s from Jack’s fingers fucking you just as good as how a real dick would do, along with your cunt spurting juice from his rapid motion. 

He dips down closer— baring his sharp teeth and—

His teeth pierces through the surface of your skin. You gasp, jolting in stinging pain, before trembling back down when you feel him lick against the fresh wound. 

“Oops,” Jack pretends in fake innocence, bringing another hand up to his lips to imitate a gasp. “I’ll patch that up later.” You whine. That’s the only thing you could do at this point— and he’s aware.

With that, he presses his free hand against your abdomen, feeling the highs and lows of your squirming, feeling how hard his fingers make you jolt and move in all the right ways he wanted it to. He dips down once again.

You feel his tongue prodding at your entrance. Prodding, prodding, prodding. Until—

“Doctor! —”

Jack’s warm, wet sticky tongue slithers inside like a vice, pressing against the spongy spots deep inside your throbbing, clenching pussy. 

His tongue and fingers work you open. One thrusts up and forces the other deeper– and you couldn’t get enough of it.

You would’ve gotten mistaken for being electrocuted by the way you were shaking. And in a way, you were being electrocuted, by the lightning sent to you by the pleasure of Jack’s fingers fucking the soul out of you—

Your orgasm crashes down on you like a devastating wave.

You moan– no, you scream, eyes rolled as far back into your skull as humanly possible, nails almost piercing the cushion. Jack groans, but he keeps you steady. Firm hands keeping your hips in place as his fingers slip out of your cunt with a filthy wet pop! Before he dives down fully.

His tongues invade your cunt like no other, pressing and firming against all angles you thought was possible, tentacle-like tendrils working to take as much of your hot slick as possible.

You could do nothing but ride out the rest of your orgasm. 

Jack finally pulls back, tendrils snapping back into his mouth. He slowly towers over you, his shadow engulfing your entire being. His hand comes up to grip the sides of your jaw— so hard that it forces your mouth open.

Slowly, he opens his mouth—

A fat glob of spit mixed with your spent drips obscenely from his tongue onto yours.

You could only imagine how this act looks from afar. Filthy. Degrading. Monstrous.

All that, and you can’t help but moan. Jack watches the glob of mixed fluids travel down just at the opening of your throat, before pushing your jaw shut. 

“Taste yourself,” he starts, still maintaining a firm grip on either side of your jawbone. “Taste how fucking horny you are. Do you have any idea how hard it is to not pounce on you the moment I smelled that?”

You taste… sweet. Sweet, but quite slimy— you suppose it’s his spit. It tastes good. It’s warm and it tastes good.

With a noise between a sigh and a growl, Jack reaches down– on his own body this time—

His belt clinks under the weight of his one hand unbuckling it. He did it with almost no effort– the belt was on the ground in a matter of seconds.

Jack unbuttons his pants and drags down his fly. “I need a deeper assessment,” he starts, breathing heavy as he looks you over. You feel more naked than you are. “So I could have a proper diagnosis. You know.”

He grins, licking his lips. “I would hate it if I gave you the wrong remedy. I need to have a thorough examination.”

Jack lifts your legs up in the air, the back of your knees on his shoulders. You mewl at the stretch, but he coos, rubbing his thumb into the sides of your thigh.

He uses one hand to thumb his garter, hooking under it and pulling down—

Jack’s cock sprung out and slapped against your clit. He was so heavy, thick and leaking on your stomach with white, creamy strings. Your eyes widen at the sight. There was no way you could take that. But Jack sees your reaction, and he chuckles deep in his chest.

He places one hand over your stomach, pressing into the flesh. He looks up at you.

“Inhale,” Jack instructs slowly. With the little sanity you have left, you do as he says: taking in air, holding it in your lungs.

His leaking tip lines up at your hole, threatening to plunge in at any second. He presses in, just a little. “Exhale.”

The force of his cock slipping inside you with ease and no friction whatsoever forces the air out of you, resulting in a breathless, long, loud mewl from you; and long, guttural groan from him. His hand presses deeper onto your lower abdomen and—

Oh my god. You could feel him. Feel all of him, as if Jack’s cock ramming inside you so suddenly wasn’t enough. Jack growled when he felt himself enter inside you under his palm.

You sob harder, tears blurring your vision until everything was seemingly one color. “Doc— Doctor,” you groan. “Doctor– oh my god, I can feel you,”

Jack hisses. “You’re such a good patient for me.”

“Please,” you beg. “Please– please move— I can’t–”

“Shhh,” Jack whispers. “Feel it. Feel it first. I want you to feel it. Feel my cock splitting you open.”

For a moment, you two sat there– feeling each other, feeling all of each other.

Then, Jack reaches into a drawer. You catch a glint of something— silver. Then, some type of wire.

The stethoscope hung loosely in Jack’s hand as he puts it on, snugging the ear tips in their place, hand leaving your abdomen and coming up to handle the drum.

Smiling calmly, he slides the cool, circular metal up your sternum and firming it dead-center.

“Breathe for me,” he rasps. You breathe, deep enough to let him hear it.

“There we go.” Jack smiles wider, satisfied. “I need to catalogue your heart rate, after all.”

A sudden thrust knocks you out of cloud 9.

Jack growls between his teeth when he hears you cry out, high-pitched and still wanton, your glossy lips shaped into a perfect O as he rammed into you, cock pistoning in and out of your cervix.

Yes, you could feel him in your cervix.

But the pill was at its highest effects now, and you were too far gone to care how badly his cock would bruise your insides– because it hurt and you kept on babbling for the tip of his dick to kiss it better before you cum all over the place.

Your heartbeats were nothing but pure bliss to Jack. Each thump of your beating heart invades the wormholes of his brain, bouncing off all the walls of his skull. He liked how it sounded when he’s fucking you raw.

Drool makes a streak from the side of your mouth while you babbled on and on and on about how it hurts s’much, Jack, hurts s’much and need you to kiss it all better and how you need his dick so deep inside you could feel it in your chest.

Jack could do nothing but laugh in between his groans, pressing the stethoscope more firmly against your chest—

Jack was listening to your heartbeat while he was fucking you to hell.

His pace was merciless. Each thrust earned a squeak from the examination bed, each thrust earned a rattle from his supplies he painstakingly took the time to organize— and most importantly, each thrust earned a delicious high-pitched cry from you.

Jack’s cock was unbelievably deep. Every time his hips lets up from your cunt, a string of pre-cum and pussy-juice connected you together, his balls no less affected by the mess. Sticky, creamy substance coated his balls, and once every few thrusts you could feel it slap against the bend of your ass, making even more of a mess.

Jack reaches down to rub your clit while he fucks into you.

“Your heart rate is exquisite. So equal in rapidity. Yet so textbook. You’re what I would hope to see in my medical library.” 

You’re nonverbal at this point. “Fuckin’ me s’good, Jack— s’good, soso so good,” you mewl body twisting in a very mean arch. “Need you inside me everyday,”

Jack takes off the stethoscope and places it aside, but his gaze remains on you. “Perfect, so perfect,” he growls, one hand caressing your whole body.

“Your bones.” Thrust.

“Your blood.” Thrust.

“Your skin.” Thrust.

“Your heart.” Thrust.

“What perfect anatomy. Perfect, perfect, perfect.”

You sob, crying out. You’re so overwhelmed. It’s all too much.

Jack dips down once again, near your chest, this time. His tongue appears itself to you once again—

Onto your nipples.

Dragging his tongue around the sensitive, tight nub, he finally wraps his lips around it and sucks, coming off of your tit with a small pop.

“You make me so hungry…” he growls under his breath.

That’s when the fear surfaces once again. You whine, breath knocked out by his powerful thrusts.

“I need one more blood sample,” he says, audibly out of breath and staggering. You brace yourself for the pain, clenching your jaw and eyes shutting.

The pain flashes over you like a burn. His teeth pierces you once again, but immediately soothed by the warmth of his wet tongue sliding over the freshly-made wound.

The bed was rattling. The equipment was on the floor. The restraints were squeaking against you. The world was spinning fast. You don’t know who you are anymore.

“You’re my favorite patient.” Jack repeats.

That does it. Oh, that does it.

Your second orgasm takes on you by force, every synapse firing in between your vibrating bones, vision going searing white while your cunt absolutely drenches Jack. Burning-hot heat travels your body, trembling ever limb it could ever reach.

Jack lets out a beast-like roar, pressing the bridge of his nose into your neck while his hips spasm and twitch, warm cum filling what seems like every crevice of your body.

For a while, you two stayed like that. Connected, once again. In sync, once again.

Jack rises up, seeming to be more composed than when he came hard.

“I think,” he starts, a smug grin on his face. “I have finally concluded my diagnosis—”

A voice booms out from the back entrance of the clinic.

“I don’t know, Jack. Seems like she still needs more treatment.”

Cody steps toward to where you are. His goggles were still on— green and foggy— you could barely see his eyes.

Jack sighs, a huff of annoyance escaping his lips. “Must you really interrupt me?”

Cody glances at Jack, laughing briefly before turning back to you. “I was in the area,” he shrugs. “It doesn’t take a genius to know what you two are up to in here. Are you aware it reached the basement?”

You feel yourself getting hotter. A stray tear runs down your stained cheeks. Your shame.

Cody notices, an ill-intentioned smile on his face. Slowly setting out a finger, his knuckle brushes against your skin, collecting the tear.

He brings it up to his face and licks it off of his finger.

Humming, Cody turns his gaze to where you and Jack were connected. Jack was still inside you. And as if the embarrassment wasn’t enough, Cody grins. Reaching two fingers down, the rubber of his own gloves kiss your clit, firm and lingering.

He was rubbing your clit while Jack was still inside you.

In slow, circular motion, Cody keeps rubbing the sensitive little nub, watching your face crinkle in pleasure on the brink of overstimulation.

Cody’s fingers prodded at your entrance just like Jack’s tongue did. Prodding, prodding—

You groan when two of his fingers make it inside. The combination of Cody’s long fingers and Jack’s cock filling you to the brim deemed it too much for you to handle.

In your peripheral vision, you spot Jack throwing his head back, “eyes” crinkling shut while his eyebrows stitched together. Mouth hanging open, Jack breathes a relieved moan.

You can feel Jack’s cock twitch inside of you.

Cody’s voice booms out of the silence. “Yeah. Needs more treatment, definitely.” he mutters, slowly pumping in and out of your filled cunt, no doubt frictioning against Jack’s length still inside.

Like instinct, both Jack and Cody pull out at the same time, leaving you to whine with the sudden emptiness. 

“No,” you whine, lidded eyes still stuck on them both. “Please…”

This was no more of a doctor’s visit. This— this was prey. You were prey.

They both dont say anything as Cody’s fingers— the ones that were just inside of you— prods at your lips, coaxing them to open. You had no more morality left. You let him inside.

You taste yourself once again, now a little more subtler— but still ultimately very warm on your tongue. Moaning, you had no more to do than to suck on Cody’s gloved fingers, making an obscene squelch to follow. He thinks the shade of your lips look pretty around his gloves.

Cody shakes his head. “This poor mouth is so neglected. What kind of doctor are you, Jack? Neglecting your patients?” Clicking his tongue, he pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. “Medical malpractice. That should’ve been in your textbooks, no?”

Jack snarls at him, fists balling to his sides in restraint.

Choking out, you force words to roll off your tongue. “How..” you start, coughing just a little. “How long have you been watching us?”

You could feel Cody’s smile radiate on your skin. “Ever since you swallowed those pills. And— looking at the results, I’d say our experiment was a success. Don’t you think so, Jack?”

Cody turns to Jack, who was rubbing the fat of your thighs with his thumb. He nods.

Cody turns back to you. “I think… I’d like to see the outcome up-close.” he pauses, giving your naked body a once-over. “After all, I’d been behind the warning tape all this time.”

Cody fingers something white and flat—

The heartbeat monitor was hooked on your skin without you even registering it at first. The pill was still at its highest even now. 

You heard a zip coming from Cody’s pants. Swiveling to his direction, you could see that he was just in the middle of taking his boxers off–

Cody was impressive. Nothing too special, but it was definitely longer than most. A lighter pink shade adorned his leaking tip, while the rest matched with his skin tone. Not shaved, but trimmed. 

His hands bracket your head while he shuffled to the head of the examination table. You were face-to-face with his cock. Cody nudges the tip through the crack of your soft lips, prompting you to open up for him.

He filled your mouth instantly. Some of his pre-cum dripped down your full throat. You can feel him in your lungs. 

The feeling of him invading your throat was delicious. It made you feel so warm. And he tasted so fucking good.

Cody grunts, “Tight,” he chuckles, breathless. “We’ll fix that, won’t we, Jack?”

Like some sort of cue, Jack pushes back inside of your cunt, making you whine in sweet, sweet relief.

The two men started pistoning in and out of your body in no time. Your back arches into position, accommodating the angle of the spitroast they had you in, a dull ache balling up into the peak of the curve.

You hear Jack grunting in animalistic-like breaths. You’re feeling him in your cervix again. 

They fucked you dumb. To the point you could do nothing but whine and scratch at the leather and moan and drool— you were full. 

You hear Cody’s gloves snap off of him with one swift pull. With one hand lifting the hem of his shirt, the other made its way squarely around your throat.

He was feeling himself fuck in and out of your mouth.

“Your temperature is rising.” he tilts his head, smile apparent on his face and his eyes. He faces up to Jack. “Suppose she doesn’t need anesthesia?”

What an asshole. He’s talking about you like you weren’t there.

Jack breathes. “She’s perfect the way she is right now.”

Cody lets out a breathy laugh before quickening his pace. They both complimented each other: Jack’s brutal, rabid pace had your hips shaking like a broken machine being used to its limit; while Cody’s pace was deep and calmer— but all the while more intense and knocked your breath farther inside your body.

“Look how fast your heart is going,” Cody mocks. “It’s just like a rabbit’s.”

Cody’s hips were faltering. Each succeeding thrust made him shake more violently, his hot breath exhausting itself onto your body.

“Fuck! —” Cody plants a hand on one of your breasts, squeezing it firmly—

Cum floods your throat and your vision goes blank.

It tasted so good, so good. You mewl around him as he filled you, and Cody’s body twitched in response.

Pulling out with a filthy squelch, Cody plants his tip just over your face, pumping himself while painting it with a creamy, warm white while you tried your best to swallow it all.

“I need–” you cough, “I need a kiss– please— a kiss,” Cody laughs through the blinding hot of his own orgasm, leaning down to you. “Anything for our favorite test-subject,”

He takes off the white patch and crashes down on your wet, sticky cum-coated lips. His tongue invaded your mouth immediately, slow but thorough.

A familiar ache— too familiar— starts to ball up in your stomach the moment Cody breaks the kiss. Your body feels hot again. The world feels hot again. You were high, so high. You felt like you were on top of the world. 

And maybe you were. You were on top of the world. Climbing, climbing, climbing– until you could just see the heavens–

Jack pulls out.

You sob, the loudest you’ve done your whole doctor’s visit.

“No!! Jack! Jack, why–”

But Jack was talking to Cody. 

“I think you’d like to see how this little cunt feels. After all, she has been such a good test-subject for us.” Jack was circling your clit, gaze remained fixed on your heat.

He was talking to your pussy. “She” was your pussy.

Cody shifts to where Jack was, with Jack stepping back to give him space. Cody felt eager— too eager, lining up at your hole. Just before you feel the tip enter, Cody stumbles back when Jack kneels down in front of your cunt and under Cody’s cock.

Cody is stunned. “Wait– what the fuc– dude, don’t tell me,”

“Go ahead,” Jack commands, almost tauntingly. “After all, you love interrupting.”

Cody cocks up an eyebrow before rolling his eyes. “Whatever. Wait till Toby hears about this–”

“Toby isn’t here right now,” Jack growls. Deep and grudge-like. “You should be thankful I even let you in here unsanitized.”

“Fuck off and let me fuck, you overgrown hyena.” Cody spits before slipping inside.

Cody felt as good as he tasted. He didn’t stretch you out like Jack did, but he was just right, if not even more. He didn’t hesitate to quicken his pace almost immediately. 

“Mnn– shit– Cody-” he interrupts, “Liam. It’s Liam.” 

You breathe through your cries. “Liam,” 

“That’s it.” Cody praises, satisfied. 

Jack’s tongue envelopes both your filled cunt and Cody’s— Liam’s buried cock. Liam’s hips stutter, head throwing back facing the ceiling. “Fuck—”

Below you both, Jack was on his knees, large hand around his still-leaking cock, pumping up and down ever so slowly with his cum acting as lube. His head was facing up to where you and Liam were connected, all three tongues slathering you both in spit.

Jack was eating you out while giving Liam a sloppy tongue-job at the same time.

At one point, Jack’s warm wet tongue reached so high it kissed your clit, firmly circling in motion. Another tongue licks at Liam’s slick-coated balls. You could feel Jack purring at the taste of both of you.

Liam’s eyes roll back. The tight walls of your pussy were clenching down on him— and yet Jack’s tongue continued to pump the base of his cock.

Jack, meanwhile, was on his knees, legs like jelly on the floor while his cock remained choked under his grip, jerking himself aggressively under the table, stray droplets of sticky cum splattering over the floor.

And you? 

You thought that being on top of the world was not the mountain beneath your feet, but the absolute euphoria within your soul. Every boundary you crossed left another voice buried below the clouds until only the wind remained, carrying you higher into every beautiful permission of letting your body go. You should have feared the fall— but in the hands of them in this goddamn clinic— you prayed there never would be one.

You came screaming, vision pure white and spotted, legs shaking to hell while a fountain of scalding-hot heat covered Liam’s cock and Jack’s mouth while the restraints worked to keep you in place. Liam grips onto Jack’s brown curls, dragging his mouth closer to both him and you. Jack groans, growling as he drinks up your spilled slick and Liam’s leaking cum ropes. Below the table, Jack’s hips spasm and twitch as he shoots out pure ecstasy mixed into his own cum, making a small puddle of creamy white on the floor.

Silence.

Then, panting, Liam remains his hand intertwined with Jack’s hair. His goggles were off– you didn’t know when he took them off. He breathed in your state.

“What a gorgeous specimen.”

“Are you sure these are painkillers this time?” you look at Jack skeptically, slight scowl planted on your face.

Jack chuckles while Liam grins. “Yes,” Jack rasps. “Tylenol. Should be good for the headache.”

Still suspicious, you turn the blister pack around. TYLENOL, in big bolded letters. You smile tiredly, satisfied. You hop off of the table, boots thudding on tile. Your shorts were unbuttoned and the fly was open, while your sweater was hanging from your shoulder. You weren’t wearing anything underneath. Your wrists felt numb at first– but they were gaining back their feel. Pinkish-red burns adorned the skin of your wrists– but you didn’t mind.

“You don’t need to give me money,” Jack hands you back the wad of hundred-dollar bills, and you happily stuffed them back into your pocket. “Thanks,” your voice was hoarse. And with reason.

You smile at both of them before wearily stumbling to the door of the clinic. Your foot was halfway out of the door when Cody spoke.

“If you asked me, the aphrodisiacs worked way better.” he says, smirk plastered on his face. You turned to him, glaring. He continued. “I’m making a new variation. This one has a more controlled dose so the headaches won’t come right after. Why don’t you come by the lab and we can test it together? You know, one on one—”

“Liam. No.” you stern, still glaring at both of them. Jack laughs, seeming to be holding it in for a while, shaking his head while patting Cody’s back. 

You close the clinic door with a thud, pattering away in your own room.

Inside the clinic, Cody turns to a still-laughing Jack. “I’ll just drug Toby. He won’t mind, I don’t think.” 

Jack deadpans. “He’s going to fuck everyone. I’m going to run out of STD vaccines.”

[dogfreakazoid]

I used to pray for times like these....

[maskysfawn]

TIM X READER X BRIAN

Summary: a creep is following you and you run into Tim and Brian. Are they real gentlemen, or are they hiding something?

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

The woods at night have never been scary to you. If anything, it all felt peaceful.

You liked taking walks late in the evening, surrounded by nature, knowing no one would be there to bother you.

Just peace and quiet.

Except for now. This guy has been following you the entire day, and no matter how hard you told him no, he still tried to get to you.

You kept walking, faster, looking behind your shoulder, repeating to the guy to get lost.

The guy, in all his stupidity, kept trying to touch you. You were pretty sure he was drunk as well.

“I’m telling you right now,” You hissed out, “Keep following me and I’m beating your ass into the ground.”

The guy had no self awareness, and no self preservation as well as he sloppily grabbed onto your wrist.

You were about to cuss him out until you stumbled into two other people. They were both men, older than you, probably. Maybe in their early to mid thirties.

One had dark brown hair and sideburns and a red flannel while the taller one had a yellow hoodie.

They looked at you, then at the guy, then at you again.

"There a problem?" Tim asked, cigarette in his mouth as he used a lighter to lit it.

Brian looked from you to the guy, tilting his head as he stayed silent.

You looked at them with wide eyes, lips parting. You shoved your arm out of the guy's hand and took a step back toward the two men.

"He keeps following me." You told them, a bit breathless.

Tim took a long drag of his cigarette, eyes fixed on the guy. The man's face went pale as he seemed to sober up a bit.

"Following her, huh?" Tim's voice dropped low, “That's a real shame."

Brian leaned against a tree, arms crossed, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Real shame indeed."

The guy stammered something about leaving, backing away. Tim stepped forward, blocking his path.

"See, the thing is," Tim said, exhaling smoke, "We really don't like men who can't take no for an answer."

Brian tilted his head, glancing at you for a few seconds before looking back at his friend and the weirdo.

“Where we come from, guys who can’t understand basic manners are bitches,” Brian added, tone almost conversational. “Are you a little bitch, or is your brain starting to work properly?”

The weirdo looked from them back to you. He had his eyes narrowed, and the grimace on his face suggested that he was thinking of hurting you. Tim could read it all too clearly.

Tim's hand shot out and caught the guy's wrist mid-grab. He twisted it hard, earning a sharp yelp and a cry from the guy.

"I don't think so." He dropped the cigarette and ground it out with his boot. "Brian, take her somewhere. I'll handle this."

Brian pushed off the tree and walked over to you, his hand gentle on your lower back, “Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you away from this mess."

He guided you toward the treeline, his body blocking the view of whatever Tim was doing behind you.

You walked, body still stiff from the stress as you cleared your throat, “What's going on? What is he doing to him?" You asked Brian as he led you away.

You tried looking back, but Brian's hand moved on the back of your head, redirecting your face ahead.

“Nothing you need to worry about," Brian said, his voice easy and warm despite the situation. "Just a lesson in manners is all."

He kept his hand on the back of your head, guiding you through the trees until you reached a clearing with an old pickup truck parked beside a fallen log.

He stopped and turned you to face him, studying you with those hazel eyes. “You alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

You looked at him before nodding, “I'm fine, yeah. Just a bit thrown off, I guess. Doesn’t happen much.”

Your fingers played with the hem of your shirt, a bit unsure of what was happening.

Brian's lips quirked into something between a smile and a smirk. "Good." He let his hand fall from your head to your shoulder, thumb brushing over your collarbone. "You live around here? Cause walking these woods alone at night ain't the smartest idea."

From the trees behind you, Tim emerged, wiping his hands on his jeans. He lit another cigarette and joined you and Brian, standing at Brian's side.

"Problem's dealt with," Tim said flatly, eyes scanning you. "You need a ride home?"

You looked between them before raising your hands and shaking your head. “No, no. I've already bothered you enough." You laughed nervously, "No need."

Tim's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. Brian's easy smile didn't waver, but something flickered in his eyes.

"It's no bother," Brian said, taking a slow step forward to close the distance you had created. "We don't usually let pretty girls walk home alone after dark. Especially not ones who just had a run-in with creeps."

Tim took a drag of his cigarette, watching you through the smoke. "Truck's right there. Won't take but five minutes."

Your eyes moved to the truck before looking back at them, “Ah, alright. If it's really not a bother, then I'd appreciate it." You muttered.

Brian's grin widened, genuine and warm. “Atta girl. Come on."

He led you to the back side of the old Ford, opening the door for you. The interior was worn but clean, smelling of cigarettes and pine air freshener. Tim climbed into the driver's seat, Brian sliding into the passenger seat.

"Where to?" Brian asked, settling back.

You watched as Tim made a U-turn before clearing your throat, “Near Marple Hill." You told them.

Tim grunted, taking a slow turn onto the main road. The truck hummed beneath them, headlights cutting through the dark.

Brian's fingers drummed lazily on his thigh. "Marple Hill, huh. Nice area. It’s quiet." He tilted his head. "You live alone out there?"

Tim's eyes flicked to the rearview to glance at you before shooting a look to his friend, catching Brian's glance. A silent exchange passed between them before his attention returned to the road.

You weren’t aware as you kept looking out of the window. “Yeah, I do." You said, "Moved in a month ago."

You drummed your fingers against your thigh as you deeply breathed out, settling against the backseat.

"New in town and already wandering the woods at night," Brian said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You've got guts, l'Il give you that."

Tim took a slow drag of his cigarette, cracking the window to let the smoke out, “Marple Hill's got some rough patches. Woods connect to some old logging roads, places where folks go to disappear."

Brian's hand finally settled still on his leg before turning his face back to look at you over his shoulder, "Good thing you ran into us instead of someone worse, right?"

You gave him a nervous smile before nodding, “Yeah, lucky me." You said, "You live around here or am I making you drive far from home?"

Tim exhaled smoke, watching it curl out the window. "Close enough. Edge of Rosswood."

Brian's thumb traced a lazy circle on his thigh. "We know these woods like the back of our hands. Grew up running through ‘em." He chuckled, low and warm. "Timmy here used to get us lost for hours, tracking deer and bunnies."

Tim's mouth twitched-almost a smile. “Learned to track other things since then."

The truck slowed as they approached a gravel drive. A mailbox with faded lettering read Marple Hill Rd.

You hummed, looking ahead. “Oh, so you two like hunting?" You asked them.

Brian's smile turned crooked. "Something like that."

Tim pulled the truck to a stop at the end of the gravel drive, engine idling. The house sat dark and quiet ahead, a modest two-story with a porch swing swaying in the breeze.

"Here we are," Brian said, but neither man moved.

Tim killed the engine, the sudden silence pressing in. He turned in his seat, hazel eyes fixed on you. "We'll walk you to the door."

You looked at them, offering them a small smile before shaking your head. “There's no need, really." You told them, waving your hands.

Brian exchanged a look with Tim. Tim's hand remained on the keys, not starting the engine nor moving away.

"It ain't a problem, sweetheart," Brian said, voice dropping that warm Southern register. “Dark night like this, porch light's out, wouldn’t sleep right knowing we didn't see you get inside safe."

Tim cracked his door open, the dome light flooding the cab. He stepped out, boots crunching gravel, and walked around to stand by the porch steps.

Brian's hand found the door handle on your side before opening it for you. "Come on, sweetheart. Humor us."

You slowly got out and followed them to the porch before stopping right in front of the front door.

"See? It's alright." You said.

Brian leaned against the porch railing, arms crossed, a lazy smile playing on his lips, “Alright, we see."

He didn't move to leave. His eyes stayed on you the whole time as you searched for your keys, before glancing at Tim and nodding.

Tim stood at the bottom of the steps, hands in his jacket pockets, scanning the treeline like he was listening for something. After a long moment, his gaze settled back on you.

"Lock your doors tonight. All of 'em." Tim warned, “And your windows too.”

Brian pushed off the railing, stepping closer, “Let's see inside too." His fingers brushed your elbow, light and deliberate. “We'd hate for something to happen to you after all the trouble of saving you.”

You stared at them, processing Brian's words, “You...wanna go inside?" You asked him, "I assure no killer is in there."

You glanced at Tim nervously.

Brian's laugh rolled out easy, but the edge in his eyes didn't soften. "Not worried about killers in there, honey. Worried about the ones out here."

"Aint no reason to be skittish," Tim added, a lazy honesty in it, "Just the ghost of our mothers in us. Good Southern boys raised to see a woman safe to her front door. Look under the bed if she asks."

Brian's hand found yours, warm and calloused. He lifted it gently, let his thumb trace across your knuckles. "It’s just southern hospitality. Five minutes, then we're gone and we won’t bother you no more. I promise.”

You were hesitant, but they helped you with that creep! And even took you home. You owed them for their help, after all. Letting them won’t be a problem.

"Alright," You muttered.

You unlocked the front door, slipping inside and holding the door open for them.

Brian stepped in first, his eyes scanning the living room with a slow, deliberate sweep.

He ran a hand along the back of the couch, checking the floor before moving to the kitchen.

Tim followed, closing the door behind him with a soft click. His footsteps were quiet as he moved through the hallway, peeking into the kitchen, the bathroom. He checked the lock on the back door and tested the window.

"The lock is a bit loose there," Tim said, returning to the living room to you, “In the kitchen. You should change it.”

You glanced at the kitchen before nodding slowly, “I will. Thank you for checking.”

“Mm.” Tim hummed, looking at you with a tilt of the head.

You glanced at the stairs, knowing Brian was somewhere upstairs. What was he doing? Why was he up there? Why didn’t you even notice him go there?

“Bri, you’re spooking the girl out,” Tim called out, “Get down here, boy.”

You watched as Brian emerged from the hallway and walked down the stairs with an easy smile, “Checked the bathroom just in case. Everything’s good.”

You nodded as you walked them to the front door and watched as they walked back out, “Thank you again for helping me back in the woods and for taking me home. I really appreciate it.”

Tim nodded as Brian smiled, “No need to thank us, sweetheart. It’s our duty.”

You smiled and wished them a good night before closing the door.

They walked back to the car and slipped inside, in silence.

Tim sighed as he lit another cigarette while starting the engine, “That was too easy.”

Brian hummed as he grabbed his phone from the front pocket of his hoodie, “She’s a sweet one, Tim. What did you expect? Fights and screams?”

He tapped on the phone before showing him. Tim glanced to his right, seeing you walk around your house, unaware of the cameras Brian smoothly put around your house.

“Pretty.” Tim flatly said before starting the car and driving away before you could get suspicious.

Brian nodded, “Mm.” He hummed as he kept watching you settle for the night, “Picked the most oblivious girl in town, that’s for sure.”

[boyblvntzz]

bromance

[nekrott]

i imagine there’s a lot toby didn’t learn from his dad, so tim picks up the slack. teaching him how to fight properly, how to clean up after a body, how to shave, how to deal with a breakup. y’know, mentoring proxy stuff— and big brother stuff.

[reigncarnated]

"you seem pretty sociable for someone so lonely"

or, when your serial killer boyfriend lets you have social media, you make internet friends!

reader unemployed stray animal lover; might actually be a prophet. | toby murderer known as the butcher.

ben streamer. | jack doctor. | evan nutritionist and trainer.

brian photographer and farmer. | tim mechanic.

jeff bassist and dj. | liu fine arts major and urban explorer.

yes theyre all gonna get their own aus eventually i am creating #carnalverse let me cook!!! ૮`⎚⩊⎚´ა

[digitalache]

go jaylex fans this is the only fanart you're ever getting

[gummybird]

Need more disabled loser chud jay merrick whose very reliant on Tim, hates it and then passes out from chronic fatigue

[youlooklost]

[qnfrtt]

[xsyringexboyx]

First date idea: Strapping me down to an examination table, running a full body inspection, and whispering praise about how good I’m doing

Not too much to ask in my opinion

[dogfreakazoid]

and its eyeless jack #bricked

[maskysfawn]

HABIT X BUNNY!READER Ი𐑼

summary: habit thinks living with a bunny will be easy. is he right? unfortunately, his bunnie will prove him wrong.

cw: fem!reader, smut, mention of breeding, mention of ruts and heats.

@huntedrabbit she’s my muse

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habit found you one day while he was strolling the woods. he heard a noise and saw a bush rustle, and your face peeked out.

you tilted your head, floppy ears grazing your cheeks. he mimicked your motion as an amused huff escaped his mouth.

he walked to you, crunched down and picked you up by the ears. you let out a small whimper and he tutted.

“whatcha doing out here all alone, bunnie?” he had asked you.

when you didn’t answer, he grabbed your jaw with his free hand. maybe you’d make a good dinner, after all he was hungry.

his eyes widened slightly when you bit down on his fingers.

he looked at the blood coaxing his digits, and a reckless idea made him smile.

“yeah, you’re coming with me.”

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from that moment, you’ve been living with him. it isn’t all so bad. if you ignore all the blood, and the screams of people in his attic from time to time. he keeps you fed, and he gives you pretty clothes.

habit, on the contrary, is stressed the fuck out. he thought that living with a bunny would be easy. sweet lil thing that hopped around and occasionally hopped on his cock.

no. you will be the cause of his death.

you are so, so fucking bratty.

the amount of times you stomp your foot in anger after he’d say no to one of your requests could not be counted on his two hands.

your stomping gives him headaches, and he can hear them from the other side of the house. you are a menace.

throwing tantrums is your thing.

hopping around in excitement is cute to watch. whenever he gives you something you liked, or offers you right amount of attention, you can’t help but get this sparkle of joy that makes you jump and twist around.

your floppy ears move around and your lil nose twitches before you cling to habit, arms wrapped around his bicep as you pepper his face with kisses.

he grunts like he hates it, but he feels terribly smug.

the sex is good. perfect, even. if he has a say in it.

you are so cute on his lap, hopping on his cock with fast up-and-down movements.

he grabs your waist, making you grind down instead of hopping up and down. it isn’t for your pleasure, really. well, yes, but also because you let out the sweetest whines and moans and your eyes always roll back and your hips seem to open more, making him go deeper.

it is a win win for both.

not to mention, he loves fucking you in doggy because he can hold onto your ears, tilting your head back and keeping your back arched. he plays with your lil fluffy tail just to hear you whine.

and your stamina matches his. well, sometimes. other times you pass out after the third round. but when you’re on your heat, he thinks you’re another person.

speaking of heats. yours triggers his rut. if he goes into rut while you’re on your heat, it’s both a gift and curse. you’ll both fuck like bunnies, breaking the bed before fucking on every surface in the house.

he promises to “put lil bunnies in your tummy” and “i’ll make you a mommy”, and it always makes you cum on his cock.

living with a bunny is hard, but habit can adapt to anything, right?

[maskysfawn]

Imagine if EJ and habit were to meet up.. And they somehow got along...... And shared the chubby reader 🤭

GODDDDDDDDD FUCK ANON I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT

cw: habit, stalking, ej and habit are cannibals, toxic tendencies, smut, threesome, choking, ej has three tongues and packs a monster beneath the belt, headlock, degradation, praise, blowjobs, pussy eating, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), breeding, reader is FEM and CHUBBY, reader highkey doesn’t give a shit.

not proof-read sorry it embarrasses me to go back to read it lol. ALSO IM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY IM CATCHING UP WITH REQUESTS LOL AFTER WRITER BLOCK.

- when i talked about habit and toby having to share you, it was pretty easy to understand that those two hated each other.

- now. that being said. habit and ej? different story.

- they’re both demons, and both cannibals, and they both liked you! so i’d say they have three things in common.

- despite their polar opposite personalities, i think they’d work pretty well together?? somehow it works out??

- if i’m being honest, at first they both stalked you ‘cuz they wanted to eat you. yeah. a pretty girl with soft curves and extra meat on her bones? yeah.

- ej prefers kidneys, while habit isn’t picky, so they decided to share the meal.

- and they planned it all out. stalked you for weeks, learning your routine. everything.

- but then they happened to just watch you. you were doing something so mundane that it’d be boring to everyone else, but not them.

- maybe you’re reading. maybe you’re cooking and singing and dancing around the kitchen. maybe you’re just speaking to your cat in the dumbest baby voice ever. maybe you’re even crying about something stupid.

- they just watch. they’re not sure why, but they’re so captivated by you that the plan of eating you is out of the picture. no way they’ll let you go to waste like that.

- they want the long run. so yeah, they’ll court you. well, in their own ways. ej will leave crushed flowers or dead animals in front of your door. habit will leave you letters with purple tape, or maybe one of his favourite knives.

- this shit is serious.

- they’re excited when you just. don’t give a shit if they’re demons or cannibals or whatever. you even ask questions, with your eyes wide and curious as you listen to them.

- also. let’s be real. who would complain about ej having three fucking tongues? not me, that’s for sure.

- the first time you have sex with them, is pretty messy and chaotic. both demand your attention on them all the time and they will fight the other for dominance.

you’re with your back against habit’s chest as you’re currently having ej’s tongues down your throat. habit is holding you by the waist with his arms and he’s scoffing.

“watch me, bun.” he murmurs before gripping your jaw and tilting your head towards him, “he’s boring. i’m not.”

he smashes his lips against yours, forcing his tongue past your lips. he doesn’t really give you time to recover or even speak. he thinks you don’t need to talk half the time. you just have to be pretty and pliant.

“how can you handle someone so immature, lamb?” jack whispers before pressing his mouth on your jaw.

he moves down your neck, leaving slow kisses before focusing on your collarbone.

habit makes a small sound at the insult but says nothing. he doesn’t want to leave the warmth of your mouth, you see.

but, just because he’s such a petty asshole, his hands move to grope your tits, stopping the path jack was so eager to follow.

jack breathes out, glancing at you and habit. as expected, you’re already half out of it, trying to follow habit’s pace. habit, instead, opens his eyes and holds full eye contact with jack.

he breaks the kiss for only two seconds, with the pretence of needing to breathe, but jack sees his smirk and his challenge.

as if to say, ‘ah, i’m touching her. i won’. jack thinks he’s such a bother, but you like him as well, so he has to share.

but the calmer demon is not defeated, because he keeps moving. his mouth returns on you, leaving a trail of kisses down your arm before leaving a lingering kiss on your palm. he kisses each knuckle, making you giggle into habit’s mouth.

“it tickles.” you mutter between kisses.

habit hums in acknowledgment, but he really couldn’t care less. ej, instead, smiles and holds your hand tighter before letting it rest on the mattress.

he lays on his tummy, face between your parted legs. habit notices, and his hands move to grasp your skirt, lifting it up to your tummy and he holds it there.

jack hums before finally pressing his face right against your pussy, and he inhales your scent.

“you smell so good.” he mutters and his voice makes goosebumps run all the way down your spine.

he carefully slides your panties down your thighs before placing them on the bed.

“tell me if it is too much, alright, my love?” he asks as he looks up at you.

you hum half absentmindedly, still kissing habit. ej stares blankly before slapping the inner part of your thigh, making you jump and gasp.

“words.”

habit rolls his eyes before moving back and holds your jaw to make you look at jack. you nod quickly, “yes, yes. i’ll tell you.”

habit grins, “see? she can think! get to work, jackie. don’t keep the lady waiting.”

jack wishes to see your beautiful face for a few more seconds, but habit is already plunging his tongue in your mouth.

so, he gets to work; he parts his lips and his three tongues slowly come out, slithering against your soaked cunt. the first one licks your clit, while the other two move down to part your folds.

“holy hell!” you gasp loudly against habit’s mouth.

you quickly try to close your legs, but jack holds your thighs open with his hands. his thumbs rub against your skin as he keeps attacking your pussy.

your hand moves to grip habit’s thigh as you cry out, unable to kiss him back. your head loll back against his shoulder as you pant and moan.

habit chuckled, your grip tightening on his thigh like a lifeline. "that’s it, baby. squeeze me hard." he leans over you, his breath hot against your ear. "jack’s got a way of making even the toughest ones fall apart."

jack hums against you, the vibrations traveling through your core. his tongues work in slow, deliberate circles, wet and insistent.

"I assume you're liking this?" one thick tongue flattened against your clit while the other two circle your hole.

you try to speak, really. you really try to form coherent thoughts and coherent sentences, but you’re just gasping and whining and crying.

“i—hah—you—mm!” you moan, thighs already shaking as jack moves them over his shoulders, now finally able to hold you by the waist.

habit snorts, rubbing his hardening cock against your back. "look at her," he laughs, licking your ear. "can’t even talk. just noise."

jack ignores the babbling, his tongues working in obscene unison—one lapping at your clit, another flicking into your entrance, the third tracing circles around your swollen folds. he hums again, the vibration making you tremble harder.

“you’re awfully responsive.” he notes.

it’s almost scary that his voice stays monotone even now; you’re sure he’s enjoying what he’s doing to you—especially with every thrust of his hips against the bed to relieve himself.

yet, he sounds clinically uninvolved. somehow, this makes you leak onto the bedsheets.

you’re awfully close too. it’s almost embarrassing how fast you’re reaching the first orgasm of the night, but you assume it’s normal when there’s a guy with three tongues buried in you.

“she’s gonna cum. i assume you want to feel it around your cock, am i correct?” jack asks habit.

he grins; teeth grazing your jaw. “damn right i wanna feel her cream around my cock. let’s switch.”

you whine at the lost contact and you’re almost close to tears.

“you’re not gonna fuck me too?” you ask jack as he moves behind you.

habit is not a patient man. he grips your hips and he flips you over, onto your stomach. you gasp as he drags you up by the hips, until your ass is in the air.

“not tonight, my love. i’m afraid you wouldn’t handle it well.” jack assures you with a hand on your cheek, “maybe another time.”

habit grins down at you as his hands grope every bit of flesh they can find. your hips, the back of your thighs, your ass.

“can’t believe i wanted to eat you and let you go to waste.” habit mutters more to himself than to you. his hand finally frees his cock from his pants and he groans as he strokes himself.

yet, you still hear it.

“wha—“

“think fast?”

he’s pushing inside you, and you’re sure he’s stealing the air from your lungs.

you gasp at the stretch and jack keeps rubbing your cheek and head with his hands, shushing your cries.

“biiiig stretch, isn’t it? you’re doing good.” habit says.

it’s rare for him to praise you, so those three words make your brain go fuzzy.

he groans when he bottoms out and he grips your hips so hard you’re there will be bruises tomorrow morning.

“give her time to adjust or it will hurt her.” jack reminds habit, voice stern.

habit rolls his eyes, “no fun if there’s no blood and screaming.” but he stays still.

you’re breathing hard and fast, and you watch with half lidded eyes as jack’s cock is finally out of his pants.

the size almost makes you move back, if you could move your lower body. you stare at it in silence, lips parted and eyes wide.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to put it whole in your mouth. take your time.” he rubs your cheek, “come here. i’ll guide you.”

and you trust him. you trust him enough to part your mouth wider, and take the tip in your mouth. you suck on it slowly and he breathes out, physically relaxing.

“yes, that’s good. keep going.” he says lowly, “take a bit more.”

his left hand moves to the back of your head while his right hand cups the underside of your chin. he guides you down, feeling your mouth engulf him deeper.

habit finally starts moving when he feels your wall relax a bit more. he’s careful with his pace—he doesn’t want to break you so soon.

he bites his lip as he watches the scene unfold beneath him. he has to bite back a groan when he hears you choke on jack’s cock.

next time he’ll make sure you’ll suck him off too.

“breathe through your nose. yes, like that. that’s a good girl.” jack encourages you.

despite being gentler than habit, he’s still a demon and a man. and your mouth feels so good—so wet and warm—and his hips twitch a bit.

“take more. you can handle it.” he says through gritted teeth.

habit snickers, “losing your composure already? damn, man.”

jack shoots him an unimpressed look. well, if he had eyes, it would have looked unimpressed.

habit slams his hips forward, pushing them flush against your ass and the force of it makes you lunge forward, taking more of jack’s cock in your mouth.

you gag, and he groans. the back of his head is against the headboard as his fingers tangle in your hair. he’s not as rough as habit, but he starts bobbing your head up and down, following his pace now.

habit looks in awe. you’re truly a special thing. you were made for this. your pussy feels fucking incredible.

“you’re sucking me in, bunny. does getting filled on both ends feel good?” he teases you.

you’re sure you’re crying. your face feels sticky and wet and hot and your eyes are unfocused.

habit leans down against your back, and he sneaks an arm around your neck, putting you in a headlock.

“can’t really hear you. speak up.”

jack pushes your head lower, making you sink even more onto his cock. you gag again and habit is almost breathless.

you’re struggling, and yet your pussy throbs around his cock. you’re sure habit won’t let it slide.

“hah, look at that. pussy clenching around my cock despite everything. fuck, do i love you.”

his free hand moves to your front and his fingers finds your clit. he draws tight circles around it and it makes you sob and cry around jack’s cock.

he moans and jerks his hips up to meet your mouth, and after a few moments, he’s shooting cum down your throat. you swallow the best you can, and some of it still drips down your chin.

“messy. no good manners.” habit tuts as his finger swipes at the mess on your chin before shoving it back into your mouth.

jack watches as you cum so hard around habit’s cock that you sagger against his bicep still against your neck.

“fuck!” habit gasps before laughing.

a few more thrusts and he’s shooting load after load right into your womb.

you’re out of breath, dazed and tired when you feel him harden up inside you again.

you look up, seeing jack’s cock already up in front of your face.

did your boyfriends forget to warn you about demons’ stamina?

>__<

a/n: i might bust a nut after this.

[maskysfawn]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡ 𝑩𝑨𝑴𝑩𝑰’𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

◞ ⦻﹚﹒ ᐟ𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑷𝒀𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑨!

HABIT ! ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆

𑣲. why habit loves calling you angel

𑣲. habit fucking you on a leash

𑣲. habit fucking you on a leash part 2

𑣲. habit in a rut x bunny!reader

𑣲. habit x silly!reader who follows him around

𑣲. fem!habit x reader

𑣲. habit x virgin!reader

𑣲. habit x chubby animalistic!reader

𑣲. habit x reader who's worse than him

𑣲. pussy so good it turned habit into a sub

𑣲. habit takes over during sex with reader and evan

𑣲. how habit eats pussy

𑣲. how habit fucks his girl in public

𑣲. lil thought of habit and evan tag teaming reader

𑣲. habit in heat x bunny!girl who took an aphrodisiac

𑣲. how corruption kink works with habit

𑣲. habit finds reader sleeping with a cute lamb plushie (fluff)

𑣲. habit fucks reader with the handle of his knife part 1

𑣲. habit fucks reader with the handle of his knife part 2

𑣲. habit teaching reader how to shoot a gun

𑣲. habit x taller!reader

𑣲. habit eats reader out during her period

𑣲. habit x reader who has an oral fixation

𑣲. evil domesticated habit headcanons

𑣲. reader kills one of habit's victims out of jealousy and it leads to nasty sex

𑣲. habit x male!reader

𑣲. lil thought of habit being obsessed with evan's sweet girlfriend

𑣲. thinking about habit

𑣲. making out with habit

𑣲. habit x stalker!reader part 1

𑣲. habit x stalker!reader part 2

⋆⊱༻𖥸༺⊰⋆

PROXIES X READER ! ⦻

𑣲. brian and toby tag team reader while tim watches

⋆⊱༻𖥸༺⊰⋆

TIM WRIGHT ! 𐂯

𑣲. shotgunning with tim

𑣲. puppy play with tim

𑣲. tim x virgin!reader (and some daddy kink)

𑣲. tim x puppy!reader

𑣲. how tim eats pussy

𑣲. how he fucks his girl in public

𑣲. tim x curly haired!reader

𑣲. tim's favorite position

⋆⊱༻𖥸༺⊰⋆

MASKY ! 𓆱

𑣲. puppy play with masky

𑣲. how corruption kink works with masky

𑣲. masky forcing reader to call him daddy

𑣲. masky's favorite postion

⋆⊱༻𖥸༺⊰⋆

TOBY ROGERS ! *ੈ𑁍༘⋆

𑣲. toby x bunny!girl in heat

𑣲. coyote!toby x bunny!reader and they're both in heat

𑣲. toby x mean!girl

𑣲. how toby fucks his girl in public

𑣲. toby x chubby!reader

⋆⊱༻𖥸༺⊰⋆

BRIAN THOMAS ! 𐔌˙.

𑣲. brian x kitty!reader

𑣲. lil thought of bri sharing reader with tim

𑣲. how brian eats pussy

𑣲. how brian fucks his girl in public

𑣲. lil ramble of bri x chubby!reader

⋆⊱༻𖥸༺⊰⋆

HOODIE ! ᯠ˶ ᯄ

𑣲. how corruption kink works for him

⋆⊱༻𖥸༺⊰⋆

JEFF THE KILLER ! ⋆˚꩜｡

𑣲. jeff x mean!reader

𑣲. how corruption kink works for him

𑣲. how sex with jeff feels like

⋆⊱༻𖥸༺⊰⋆

TOBY X READER X HABIT ! .✦ ݁˖

𑣲. toby and habit want the same girl

⋆⊱༻𖥸༺⊰⋆

EVAN MYERS ! 𓏲ꪆ

𑣲. he's fucking reader, but habit takes over

𑣲. lil thought of evan and habit tag teaming reader

⋆⊱༻𖥸༺⊰⋆

EYELESS JACK ! .⋆♱

𑣲. lil ramble about jack

𑣲. how corruption kink works for him

⋆⊱༻𖥸༺⊰⋆

HABIT X READER X EYELESS JACK ! ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 𐚁°

𑣲. habit and jack want the same girl

𑣲. headcanons of them fucking reader

𑣲. lil thought of them slipping pills that make reader lactate in her drink

𑣲. drabble about lactaction kink with ej and habit

⋆⊱༻𖥸༺⊰⋆

SLENDERMAN ! ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆࣪ ִֶָ☾.

𑣲. how corruption kink works on him

[dogfreakazoid]

i used to pray for times like these....

[maskysfawn]

based on this post about habit x reader with a leash!!

tw: smut, habit is his own warning, dirty talk, degradation, bit of puppy play, breath play, lemme know if i missed anything!

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so. we’ve talked about habit loving riding for a very specific reason. but at this point? i don’t think it’s about the position, but the power trip that comes with holding the leash.

he’ll have you in doggy. mean arch, ass up and face pressed in the pillow. he’s holding the leash with one hand, keeping it tense, while his other hand keeps smacking your ass over and over just to watch it ripple.

“you’re such a little liar, aren’t ya?” he snickers, “making people think you’re such an innocent angel when you’re just a bitch in heat.”

and you try to say no, really. you try to say that you’re not a bitch in heat, but i don’t think little whines of “nooo” would be believable enough.

and he laughs, tugging at the leash until your head is forced back. and he doesn’t stop; he keeps holding it back until you’re not touching the bed with your upper body, and you’re choking between moans.

he presses his chest against your back, and nuzzles his face into your neck, taking in your scent.

“but you are. you see, you look like a real fucking good doggie. all whiny and leashed.” your hands reach behind you, trying to paw at him, not sure if you’re trying to push him off or pull him closer.

he laughs under his breath, “and you’re pawing at me? fuck, you’re cute. makes me wanna bite you real hard, pup. real fucking hard.”

he punctures the words with harsh thrusts, making your body go limp and sag. he lets you drop back on the bed with your chest

“gonna clicker train you. yeah, would you like that? gonna train you to get wet on command. bet your stupid fucking brain wouldn’t even notice. i got such a pretty airhead, ain’t that true?”

he knows you’re close. he can feel it with every clench of your pussy around him, or how much louder you get. that’s when he lets the leash go and flip you on your back.

still, he has a very specific idea in mind.

“think fast?”

he doesn’t really give you time. he taps your mouth and pinch your nose shut, cutting air. your eyes widen and he grins when he feels you tighten up even more.

“gotta cum fast or you’ll pass out, pup. i’d focus real hard if i were you.”

>__<

a/n: almost busted a nut at the end 🙏🏻