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Routinely going absolutely nutty seeing people act like aftercare is a specific activity. In case you have only ever heard of aftercare in one specific way— aftercare doesn’t refer to an activity: complete with cuddling, affirmations, hair stroking, water bottles, blankets, nuzzling noses and kissing… at least, it doesn’t inherently refer to any of those things. It isn’t inherently any specific activity. I’m begging on my hands and knees for us to realize.
Aftercare isn’t a script, it isn’t mass produced and packaged. It isn’t the same every time, and it doesn’t contain the same stuff (or even accomplish the same emotional needs) between different people! Aftercare is what you do to take care of someone after you’ve been in an altered headspace from sex or BDSM with them. Specifically, it’s what you do in order to come back to a regulated headspace. That’s it.
It can depend on personal preference, how well you know your partner, or be context or play dependent! It can be physical or verbal, long or short, low energy or high energy. In dynamic or out of dynamic. Romanticizing a specific acceptable image of what care looks like isn’t good for us. It’s even led to me seeing people asking “What if I don’t need aftercare?” And if that’s been you, I’m going to blow your mind. If you feel like you “don’t need aftercare” just because you feel like breaking out in hives from being cuddled and doted on and given affirmations and water, that doesn’t actually mean you’re skipping out on aftercare. Being left alone might be your aftercare.
Yeah, crazy right? Some people come up to baseline and can prevent drop with a hug, a joint, and super smash. Some people’s aftercare is a long cry and time alone before reconnecting and checking in in the morning. Some people just want to take a fucking nap. And yeah, cuddles and kisses and water and candy are all really nice things most people really enjoy! But aftercare needs are as diverse as kink interests in the first place. You can’t assume that everyone is doing kink with the same emotional palette, the same insecurities to be reassured or the same goals. You’ve gotta talk about it!
You have to talk to your partner about the context of your play. For me, my play, negotiation, and aftercare are so context dependent. Did we just meet an hour ago and now we’re recovering from a pick-up spanking scene at the dungeon, or are you my fuckbuddy, my casual tumblr play partner or my romantic partner of two years? I actually would feel wildly uncomfortable doing the same things with all of those people! And yet, if I’m a responsible respectful play partner, aftercare is present with all of them. You don’t have to try to fit a certain mold of care or throw away the concept of aftercare altogether. You just have to be open and honest communicators, insightful about what your own needs are, and willing to listen to your partner about what they need from you. You’ve got this, I promise!
“Hmm?” Caught off guard by the sudden accusation from Dr. Victor Gideon as he surveys you from behind his work desk, you glance down at the pen lid which is still clenched between your teeth – the plastic warped and undeniably bitten to shreds by your subconscious habits.
A wash of embarrassment sweeps through you as Victor regards you with his steady gaze, his visor tucked away at the side of his desk, and you pull the pen free of your lips so quickly that it clicks against your teeth.
“Oh, sorry Dr. Gideon.” You apologise, placing the offending pen down on top of the historic patient file which you are reading to pass the time. “I’ll replace all the ones I’ve wrecked when I next get near a supply closet. Sorry again.“
A rough humming noise comes from the seated Victor and the odd quality of it is enough to pull your eyes up to meet his own, his unnatural gaze as thrilling as ever as you find yourself captured by the almost hypnotic serpentine eyes.
“I think we can do better than that. Come here.” Victor demands softly, reclining slightly in his chair as an odd smile plays on his thin lips and he pats his wide lap.
Knowing better than to argue when he spoke with such authority, you stand and smooth your skirt with one hand as a thrum of anticipation rolls through your skin. A summon to his chair never ended in anything less than total wickedness, your role as a unwitting companion to the monstrous owner of Rhodes Hill long having adjusted your attitude in a way which you doubt will ever be normal again.
Even with his body remaining fully seated, the size difference between you is so great that standing by his side puts you on an easy eye level with him and, in this close proximity, the coppery scent of blood and chemicals which clings to him tickles your senses. You climb aboard his lap with a graceless heave, inhaling as your ass brushes his cock where it remains tucked within his pants.
“These pretty lips.” Victor mutters and two thick fingers come up to press into your chin, forcing your mouth to open gently while you gasp at the sensation. “So beautifully functional. So destructive of my property. I think it’s fair that they owe me.”
His fingers taste metallic, like pennies forgotten by time, but it’s not as unpleasant as you would have imagined as you focus on steadying your breathing and flicking your tongue across his digits in a playful manner which you hope will keep his mood from darkening.
Taking two of the pens which sit within the pot on his desk, the previously chewed lids further evidence of your guilt, Victor places them either side of your tongue before quickly locking them into place by snatching up two elastic bands and wrapping them around both ends.
Your tongue now sandwiched between the pens, you find you are unable to pull it back within your mouth and saliva is quick to gather as you try to adjust to the uncomfortable pressure.
The soft pad of Victor’s pointer finger trails across your exposed tongue and his expression remains neutral – if a little more predatory than before – as his tongue licks across his own lips with a mocking freedom.
“Evolution has given you much to work with, let’s see how you cope with that comfort stripped.” Finally offering you a smile, one which only adds to your anxiety as it doesn’t quite meet his eyes, Victor’s hand drops to palm across his cock with a mindless touch.
The pens feel heavier with every passing moment, the pressure pulling your tongue down as you struggle to keep the spit inside your mouth from leaking free. It’s a humiliating sensation and the heat of it spread across your skin like wildfire, making your clothes feel tight and your cunt clench against the soft panties which cup it.
Unable to hold it back, hot shame flames across your face as you feel the spit fall down your tongue and begin to drip off, staining your shirt where it lands, warm and damp against the fabric.
“Mm,” catching a strand of saliva with his finger as he delights in your humiliation, Victor brings it to his mouth and his forked tongue laps at the mess with a slow enthusiasm, “as delicious as ever. Now, back to work and try not to drip any mess onto my documents and files. Yes? Otherwise I’ll have to think of an even more creative way for you to lap it up.”
You nod, flinching slightly as his hand weaves through the air between you to wrap around your neck and the sudden constriction of your throat makes you squeak in surprise as you go limp and pliant in his grasp.
“Speak. Use your words when your doctor speaks to you, little one.” He commands quietly, like a master correcting a naughty pet.
“Yes, Dr. Gideon.” The confirmation comes out garbled and the valiant attempt only increases the discomfort of your tongue as it shifts the pens in position to cause them to touch slightly at the corners of your mouth.
Pleased with the effort, Victor releases your throat to pluck you from his lap and place you back on your feet. You hiss as his wide hand smacks against the expanse of your thighs and he silently redirects you to take your place across from his desk; a perfect perch for him to watch you struggle to adapt to his latest…experiment.
Summary - Summoned by Heisenberg, you find him sitting with an old friend and you quickly come to discover that he and Dr. Victor Gideon share more than just research notes. (3.6k)
When Heisenberg had told you that he would entertaining a guest, you had naturally assumed it would be a tedious dinner with one of his much-hated siblings or maybe a rare visit from the Duke. So, to enter the drawing room – a space which you tended to use for leisure given the large fireplace and various furs which line the room – and find him sitting across from an unknown figure is a discovery which makes you pause in the doorway.
“Hi.” You introduce yourself automatically, sending a placating smile towards the two men as you naturally gravitate to come and stand beside Heisenberg as he remains sitting in his preferred chair, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen an unknown face around this factory.”
“This here is Dr. Victor Gideon.” Heisenberg introduces, also without any hesitation, inclining the seated Victor with a wave of his gloved hand, “He holds a similar line of work to myself and also plays happy families with another type of wicked parasite which gives him a little extra oomph in his step.”
At this closer proximity, you are afforded a better look at Dr. Victor Gideon and you are thankful for your time dealing with the other lords and horrors which you have experiences in your time within the factory. Well, that and managing your own expression, as you successfully keep a straight face while taking in his somewhat odd appearance.
His clothing is very dark; a shirt with metallic clasps only just covering his wide chest and stomach while leaving a slit which seems to showcase a suspiciously ragged and deep looking scar which starts at his chin and drags down past his stomach. Matching black pants and shoes too, but what really grips your attention is the light snakeskin duster which is slung over his shoulders and fits him in a way which makes you think it must have been a custom piece given his huge stature.
He’s also wearing jewellery and the gaudy rings which cover several of his fingers have a snake theme which pairs with the belt buckle that sits above his groin and flashes in the low light of the fireplace. His face is interesting with a proud nose and thin lips, and his grey skin seems almost cracked in areas as he surveys you with a golden gaze which is more serpentine than anything.
Still, not the weirdest thing you’d ever seen.
As though sensing your appraisal, Victor’s tongue appears to flick against his chapped lips and you feel your mouth twitch in surprise as you take in the forked, darkened appearance of the appendage.
Regarding this man who clearly screamed snake in the way that Lord Moreau screamed fish, there is something weirdly appealing in just how put together he seems to be as he sits with the confidence of a man who wasn’t clearly some kind of monster.
“Good evening, little one.”
Oh.
His voice is very soft, completely at ends with how brash his bold and leathered appearance seems, and the playful choice of pet name sparks a little shiver of something dangerous in your lower gut.
“Nice to meet you, Dr. Gideon.”
“Now that you two are acquainted,” Heisenberg interrupts and you squeal a little as his hand loops around your waist to pull you roughly to his lap, “I think it’s about time we have a chat about why you’re here, kitten.”
Kitten.
If your time with Heisenberg has taught you anything, it was that using that nickname paired with that teasingly playful tone could only mean one thing. Feeling his cock pressing into your ass, the arousal as shameless as ever, you do find the ask which you know is coming a bit strange.
It’s not like he hasn’t shared you before. In fact, one of your favourite games is one which employs the use of one of his most specialised soldat creations to fuck you until your brain is reduced to utter mush while he gets to enjoy your other skills.
But he hasn’t ever asked you to fuck something which isn’t directly his.
“The good doctor has travelled a long way to be here with us,” Heisenberg growls into your ear and the heat in his tone is undeniable as he grinds you into his bulging cock, “and I think it would be nice for him to receive a proper welcome. You feeling adventurous tonight, kitten?”
“Stop calling me that.” You refute the much-hated nickname without any real ire as you stare across at the seated Victor, his expression neutral as he politely stares into the fireplace and pretends to not be listening intently to the semi-private conversation.
“Well?”
“Will it be safe?” The question is loaded, several unspoken queries wrapping up in the simple ask. You trust him, mostly, but this was something new and the anticipation of it makes your heartbeat quicken.
“Have I ever let you down before?”
Opening your mouth to answer that question, Heisenberg cuts you off quickly as he realises how much of an easy opening he has given you.
“Aside from all the obvious shit you’re getting ready to throw at me. But yes, Dr. Gideon and I have shared before and I’m fond of keeping you around. So don’t worry that pretty little head.”
Chuckling at that, you consider the ask for a moment but settle on acceptance as you give a definite nod. Your hair catches on his chin as he keeps his head pressing into your shoulder but you can feel the delight in Heisenberg’s words as his hands massage at your hips and his cock presses up into your skirt to rub along your cunt.
Heisenberg shifts his attention back to his seated friend, “Do you want to see what’s been keeping me so occupied these days, Dr. Gideon?”
Immediately sensing the game as his forked tongue flicks out to taste at the sudden tension and arousal which sits in the air, Victor reclines in the chair slightly as he blinks over at the pair of you.
“Of course, Lord Heisenberg. I always love to see how you spend your days. I can’t imagine those metal soldiers of yours are enough to keep you warm on these harsh wintry nights.” His voice remains soft but there’s an excitement which wraps around the syllables to add some heat.
Heisenberg pushes you off him gently, “Off you go, buttercup. Let him have a good look at you.”
Rising from his lap as you swipe your hands across your shirt and skirt, you fix yourself with a nervous energy as you feel Heisenberg’s eyes burning into the back of your head.
“Do you have someone to keep you warm back at your facility, Dr. Gideon?” The question comes easily as you approach, arousal thrumming through your veins as you wonder if the rest of him is as big where it counts.
“Not yet.” Victor’s lips pull into a wide smile, exposing his golden teeth to the flickering light of the fireplace as you come to stand before him, “But time is on my side and she will be mine sooner than she could possibly know.”
Thrown off by the obsessive lilt which enters his voice at the strange claim, you force your expression to remain pleasant as you file that odd little comment away to ask Heisenberg about later as Victor continues.
“Come, sit.”
A large hand holds itself out and you take it with a subtle gasp as you feel how soft and grey the skin is beneath your own. Victor pulls you atop him with a sharp tug of your body, his strength clearly restrained but undeniable as you feel the steel which lurks below the careful touch as you fall into place.
He feels like marble, your hands immediately going to wrap around the lapels of his snakeskin duster as you adjust yourself as much as possible – your skirt spreading as your panties graze over the definite bulge of his trapped cock. The sensation of it sends shameful heat through your veins, the thought of a new cock stretching you out making your thoughts fuzzy with desire.
Heisenberg is a man with a comfortably large lap, one you have adapted to over time, but it’s nothing like this as you find it difficult to even spread your knees wide enough to balance without causing any discomfort. Content to watch you struggle, Victor drags his eyes from you only long enough to glance at the approaching Heisenberg as he stands from his own chair and comes to join.
Victor’s hand touches your chin and you look up into his gaze, immediately taken with the almost hypnotic charm of his serpentine eyes.
“Do you really want to see what’s under the hood?”
“Yeah. As long as it’s worth looking at.”
You startle at the sudden presence of Heisenberg, the sharp canines of his front teeth grazing against your neck as he bends low enough to press his stubble into the sensitive skin and watch as you interact with his old friend.
Victor’s snake buckle clinks as you loosen his belt and release his cock from its confines with steady hands. As your hands touch his skin, you know he hosts something incredible and you gasp at the sheer size of his cock as you pull it free; the length and girth leaving you with no doubt that the creature whose lap you are currently planted on was definitely more than just a simple human.
“It’s so big!” You purr the words with only a little apprehension, unsure how exactly it was going to fit anywhere in your body without some major preparation as your hands stroke along the length – feeling every velvety inch and trying to ignore the off-putting greyish colour. “Fuck, you’re actually huge.”
Heisenberg breaks his teeth free of your neck long enough to glance down at Victor’s cock, proudly standing to attention as its owner raises his arms high enough to slip within your shirt to massage his hands along your sides, and a strangled noise of disapproval huffs from his suspiciously thinned lips.
“Shit, forgot about that. Absolutely fucking not.” Heisenberg hisses, locking eyes with Victor’s smug gaze and he stands to his full height once more behind you. He tilts his head down at Victor and bares his teeth, “Don’t you dare fuck her. I’m not dealing with sloppy seconds for the next week.”
Sensing the opportunity for wickedness, you give Victor a subtle wink as you grind your back into Heisenberg’s cock where it presses into your skin to tease him mercilessly, “Oh, don’t be a baby. Your friend here can fuck me if he wants to fuck me. This was your idea, sweetheart.”
“Sure,” huffing with irritation, Heisenberg tugs your hair to pull your neck back and force you to look up into his heated features, “let him fuck you and when he’s done, I’ll throw you to the lycans since you’ll be too ruined to be of any more actual use to me.”
Rolling your eyes at his dramatics, you sigh disappointedly as he releases your head and you quickly squeeze your hands around the thick heft of Victor’s cock and mutter out a resigned apology.
“Sorry, Dr. Gideon. The spoilsport here says you’re not allowed to fuck me.”
Victor laughs at that, the sound low and reverberating through his chest in such a way that you feel it shake your own body as he gently rolls his hips and pushes his cock harder into your hands.
“Please,” he croons as his hands slide up from your waist to grope gently at your tits, “call me Victor. Dr. Gideon is a work title.” His palms are so huge that they swallow your chest and you can feel the fresh flush of arousal which dampens your panties as you grind into his lap and pull your shirt overhead to give him easier access to your bared skin.
“Victor.” You test his name out, finding that it suits him nicely as you mutter it in the space between you.
Heisenberg’s hands join the fray once more, falling to your neck as he massages the spot which he had earlier decorated with kisses and light bites.
“You can fuck her or flirt. Not both, Gideon.” Heisenberg growls, but the words lack any real heat.
“I was told the first option was off limits, Karl.” Victor replies smoothly, his thumbs flicking across your nipples as he watches them peak below his teasing touch.
“Her cunt is something special so tough shit that’s not for you, but there’s a lot to be said for the mouth on her. Despite what you might think, it’s good for more than just her constant fucking yapping.”
“Oh yeah it is.” You agree with a purr, thumbing the tip of Victor’s cock as the thick length jerks in your hand, silently appreciating the touch.
“Well,” Victor murmurs as the words hiss free of his grinning lips, “I would be a fool to not sample it then.”
You gasp as Heisenberg plucks you from Victor’s lap, his easy strength always making you wet as he flaunts it with an arrogant ease. As Victor spreads his legs, you find yourself dropped gently between them as Heisenberg allows you to find a comfortable position on your knees.
Instantly snaking your hand around Victor’s length once more, you tilt your head back enough to capture Heisenberg’s eyes with your own as you dutifully pump your fingers along the thick cock.
“Are you going to fuck me while I’m blowing him?” Your cunt feels soaked against your panties as it remains hidden away beneath your skirt. The shirt which had covered your upper half lies in a messy pile somewhere to the side of the large chair and you barely care about it as your nipples remain peaking in the warm air.
“Oh no, kitten.” Heisenberg laughs, tipping his hat to you with a wolfish grin. “I am going to stand here, dick in hand, and watch you struggle to fit that fucking monster of a thing down that bitchy throat of yours. Hell, maybe it’ll shut you up for a day or two after.”
Having no answer for that given your own anxieties over the same thought, you flip him a quick scowl as you shuffle forward on your knees and place your head lightly on the fabric which covers Victor’s upper thighs. His cock almost the same length as your head and thicker than anything which you’d ever attempted to hold within your mouth, you inhale deeply as you flash him a confident smile.
“Okay, Victor,” you pause to whine as something smooth and cool presses between your thighs and you realise that Heisenberg has snaked his foot beneath your skirt and is stroking along your cunt with the upper part of his boots, “let me show you why I’ve lasted longer than anyone else in this shithole of a factory.”
As both men laugh at that, Heisenberg’s laughter warm while Victor’s feels more restrained, you allow yourself to privately hope that you’ll find yourself wrapped around at least one of them and screaming with pleasure before the night is through.
Keeping your hand wrapped around Victor’s cock you pump along it a few times as you plan how to tackle it. Trying to fit it down your throat will probably dislocate your jaw in a way which would be unpleasant as fuck but a deal was a deal and you bring it to your lips as you pull the foreskin back and admire the slightly darker shade of grey it exposes.
He’s clean and that is enough to put you more at ease as you grind your cunt into Heisenberg’s boot. Flicking your tongue along Victor’s cockhead, he tastes metallic in a way which is so different to what you’re used to with Heisenberg and you hum at the unfamiliarity of it. His lap is so wide and warm beneath your arms that you adjust your elbows to allow you to kneel a little higher.
Widening your jaw as far as possible, you finish soaking the tip of his cock with your tongue and attempt to pull him past your lips as you hollow your cheeks out. He’s only just able to fit, the wide stretch already making your jaw feel a little achy but you push past it as you lock your lips around his length – hand still pumping away diligently.
“Take your time, sweet thing.” Victor’s voice washes over you as you attempt to take another inch of his cock within your mouth and immediately pull back. There’s a tease laced through the syllables, as one of his huge hands comes to brush across the side of your face. “Your master will be irritated if I break anything. Even if I would delight in fixing it back up for him.”
The slightly twisted words pull a moan from you as Victor’s soothing dominance makes you compliant to his wishes – wanting to please him as much as you want to make Heisenberg proud – and you focus on lathering his cockhead with attention as you jerk his cock with a tight grip.
“I know how you like to fix things, Gideon.” Swirling his foot to ensure that your panties are grinding into your clit, Heisenberg’s voice floats overhead. “And I don’t think my little kitten here is much up for being ripped apart and sewn back together. Believe me, I’ve asked.”
Mouth full, you can only shake your head in agreement with his words as Victor makes a soft, disbelieving noise and pats at your head like a dog.
“Oh, I think this one would surprise you, Karl. She seems determined.”
“That she is.”
Silence falls between the three of you with the only noise coming from your mouth as you grunt and hum around the massive length to deliver some extra sensation to Victor’s cock as the man himself issues the odd huff and growl of pleasure as he enjoys the undivided attention. You keep a steady speed, alternating between suckling at his cockhead and licking across it to keep things interesting.
Before too long, the twitching of his cock becomes impossible to ignore and you know he’s close. Releasing him from your mouth as your hips never cease in their greedy pursuit of pleasure against Heisenberg’s boot, you pick up speed as you bat your eyelashes up at Victor and meet his snake eyes with your own.
“Do you want to finish in my mouth?” You ask shamelessly.
Victor’s voice is hoarse as he replies, his control slipping as you see his fingers clench at the chair until you’re certain he’s going to burst through the velvet fabric.
“No, sweet thing.” He grunts with a low panting noise. “I’d rather see that mouth painted with the release you so graciously earned.”
Gasping as, true to his word, his cock jerks within your grip the sensation of his seed splashing across your chin and lips is shocking in just how warm and copious it is as it stains your face. You keep your eyes locked on his own, never stopping your hand as you milk him for every drop and take a sneaky taste of one wayward droplet which sits on your upper lip.
He tastes as salty as any man but there’s an acridness to it which makes your nose scrunch up almost imperceptibly. It’s odd but not completely unpleasant.
As you gently release his cock, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he enjoys the comedown of his own orgasm, Victor’s tongue flicks across his lips with a rapid motion as he blinks down at you with a predatory hunger.
“I can smell your arousal you know, perhaps your master will allow me a taste.”
Heisenberg pulls his foot free of your panties as he stalks around your kneeling position, coming to stand beside Victor’s seated figure as they both take a moment to drink in your messed-up appearance.
“Oh, I’m not sure she’s earned that, Victor.” Heisenberg murmurs,
“You’ve shot what, one load? And I’m standing here as hard as steel. I know she can do better.”
Still tense and desperate for relief, you gaze up both men with pleading eyes as you refuse to allow the humiliating words to do any more than add to your arousal. Clearing your throat, your voice is harsh as you draw a very quick line in the sand.
“Listen,” you growl as you look between them, “if one of you doesn’t pick me up right now and fuck me then I’m retiring for the night to go and fuck myself so silly that you’ll hear me screaming from the other side of this factory.”
Heisenberg speaks first, his teeth flashing as he grins at the defiant words.
“You wouldn’t make it two steps before I’d have you bent over and wrapped in so much metal that you’d die before escaping it.”
Meeting his gaze, you struggle to your feet and push your chest out as you reach up your skirt and pull your soaked panties free; dropping them to the ground in a messy pile as you flash Heisenberg a wicked smile of your own.
“That’s the point, asshole.”
A few hours later, as you lay in an utterly boneless, spent pile in front of the roaring fire, you have to admit that the choice to rile him was one which never failed to succeed. Your body aching and utterly exhausted - totally fucked out from having Victor eat you out like a man possessed before Heisenberg stepped up to hollow out your cunt with a jealous determination which he only put upon himself – you remain content to simply curl up and enjoy the sweet dulcet tones of both men as they discuss work which means nothing to you and work their way through bottles of expensive scotch.
