Warnings: well this is smut LOL, vampire pussy eating, I didn’t specify a gender but you do have a vagina so…take that with what you will!
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“Drifting just right out of sight. Show me where it hurts and I’ll lick it better.”
-Unpublishable by Ethel Cain
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There he stands, in the corner of your room, watching you, as you watch the stars.
Eyes transfixed on something elsewhere in your mind. You are a meteor that shot through his forever night sky. A human, so ordinary, you are extraordinary.
He doesn’t visit you often, trying to keep his distance, yet you are all he thinks about. The moment he enters his coffin, to the time the evening bell chimes and Integra has a job for him, you are enter his mind. It’s unwanted, yet you have settled yourself into a monsters mind, like a lily blooming in hell.
This night is one of the rare nights he is in your physical presence. You never scream at him to leave, or cry in agony at the monster that creeps in the corners in your room in Hellsing, so he stays sometimes.
Sometimes, the two of you will chat, mainly you, though you are quite curious about him.
Silly human.
You do not need to know the dark existence he has lived. More so, absentmindedly chugging along until he eventually, hopefully, dies. Sometimes, he likes to think of you as a distraction. A distraction until his bitter end. So instead, he mainly lets you speak. About your hopes, your dreams, how you like your coffee, or do you like coffee at all? These are all so….fascinating.
You turn over to look at him, eyes sparkling, like you are not looking at a beast. You look perplexed. Blood pools into your cheeks, making you look even more enchanting under the moonlight.
“What troubles you, my dear.”
You avoid his gaze. He barely, if ever, blinks. He tries sometimes, for you, though that human trait is long gone, along with others.
“I just…” Hands start to fidget, little sweat beads, too small for the human eye, start to form, indicating that you are nervous.
He stands a bit closer to you, still trying to maintain some sort of distance. He too, now, is confused as well. He will never understand humans.
“Out with it.” He says, yet gently. No matter how hard he tries, cruel words filter into something lighter around you. 
His tall stature looms over you, consuming, taking away anything that’s behind him. The question that’s on the tip of your tongue is something you’re unsure of. You’re not exactly sure what you want, but the only thing you’re sure of is that your body aches with need. Part of you thinks it’s one of the powers of a vampire, to seduce, but you think it’s just you and your insatiable need to have him.
“I want you.” Your words are simple and direct. Saying out loud, you feel silly, you feel stupid. He is a monster. You have seen glimpses of what he could do and yet, you’ve seen glimpses of a gentlemen before the darkness. You have come to notice that he doesn’t do anything until you’ve given him the green light.
You’ve already pictured it, night after night, in your dreams. The sensual touches, his velvety voice, his eyes coaxing out pleasures with just a look, leaves you soaked when you wake up. You’ll touch yourself to finish, to even feel an ounce of what you felt in your dreams, yet it never comes close. You have gone mad. Knowing that you live under the same roof as the vampire of your dreams, has you reeling.
Your little fantasy is brought back to the present when you hear a humorless laugh. A blush sneaks its way back to your cheeks, this time out of humiliation.
“You silly human. You do not want me, I am a monster. I am the darkness that lurks in your nightmares. It would be a sin to bed me and like it!” He sneers as he draws closer to you, each step feels like your doom.
This was a mistake.
Of course it was, you are but a silly human, but your heart wants what it wants.
Your lips tremble with hurt and thighs squeeze with desire.
He’s close to you now. You can smell the scent of death on him. You look up at him and the beauty of him. Long, ebony hair falls in tendrils behind him, while some strands cover parts of his eyes. His eyes match the color of his clothing, crimson and bloody. Everything about it screams demonic, but you only see an angel.
Seeing you, like this, shaking, looking so small, it makes his undead heart ache. His eyes soften. To be with you, in that way, so close with your bodies touching, it’s only in his undead dreams.
It can only be in his dreams.
If he has you, he can never turn back.
Though, his black heart can’t help but give in, even just a little. He is a monster after all.
Fingers, like talons, take a gentle hold on your neck. His thumb rubbing soothing circles, your mouth opening at the cool sensation.
“Is this,” he moves his head closer, so close his cool breath is touching your ear, “what you truly want? Is this what your human heart desires?”
His skin is like ice. Cold and not meant to be felt by a human, it’s everything you’ve dreamed of. His lips, just as cold, place feather-like kisses across your cheek. You wouldn’t even notice the sensation if it wasn’t for an almost 7-foot vampire hunching over you.
After a moment, he breaks away, His eyes are solemn as they look at you, with a hint of hunger. Hunger for what? You don’t exactly know, all you know is your arousal grows with each second passing.
“Speak, my dear. Tell me! I will do as you say, so tell me!”
Your eyes are foggy with lust as he continues to pepper you with gentle kisses. You can tell he is holding himself back. What you thought was rejection, was actually hesitation.
Shadows start to whirl around you, blinding your vision, so all you see is him. His kisses start to descend, inching towards your neck. He stops before he falls off the deep end to look at you. Now his eyes are almost pitch black. The abyss is so vast that you let out a shaky breath.
“I-yes-I,”
“Yes what? Say it.”
Though is voice carries a demanding tone, it’s as gentle as his kisses. It’s full of passion that you’ve never felt with another human. The passion gives you strength.
“Yes! I want you!”
That does it.
Within a split second he’s carrying you bridal style to your bed. You fall gracefully onto your pillows, a little cold from your window being open.
Alucard hovers above your clothed stomach, keeping preying eyes on you. He looks a bit different than when he first manifested in your room. His black hair, now longer, floats around him along with his shadow. The shadows now contain about a thousand glowing eyes, almost black like the ones on his face. They’re all watching you with lust.
“As you wish, my dove.”
Your T-shirt is delicately moved up with one of his hands, making you shiver from the cold and the sensual touch. He stares at your stomach, beautiful and soft and oh so deliciously human.
A long, pale tongue slowly exits his mouth, coming to a lewd point. Your stomach con-caves slightly, letting out a sharp breath and he hasn’t even done anything. His eyes never leave you, savoring these appetizing reactions.
He gives your lower stomach a little lick, sharp teeth on full display as you squirm at his teasing.
“My, my,” he gives you another small lick, “you are insatiable darling.”
Both of his sharp hands now tease the waste band of your pajama shorts, his sharp fingernails making you shudder. He’s so close to what you desire and he’s taking his sweet damn time.
Cool fingers start to slowly bring your shorts down, revealing your panties underneath.
You’re not even fully revealed, yet you close your legs, feeling bare before the eyes that watch.
He smiles, the smile would come off as evil if it weren’t for what he says, “You are perfect, silly human. You should not hide yourself from a demon like me.”
He takes his tongue and drags it all along the clothed slit of your pussy, your back arching at the sensation.
“Mnh!” Your lips are closed shut, yet you still let out an audible whimper.
“Let me hear you, feel you, taste you! Do not hold back!”
He goes in like a man starved, more like creature starved, leaving a wet pool on your panties. Eyes roll back into your skull. You give in and let him hear how he’s making you feel. Tongue, long and so strong, it feels like there is no barrier between you and him.
He starts to slowly, agonizingly, pull down your panties as he gives you soft strokes with his tongue. He so close, his nose is now hitting your bare clit, creating a sensation so good you feel like you’re floating. Then, with one more tug, your panties are off, and you feel the wetness of his mouth.
The only thing that can be heard from your room is the sound of squelching and your pretty little moans. That doesn’t seem to be enough, because he starts to move his face so deep into you, if he were a human, he surely wouldn’t be able to breath.
His thick tongue finally enters, making your whole body convulse.
“Oh my god!” You hiss, grabbing his long, ebony hair and pulling it, making him let out a pleased sigh.
His tongue fucks you slowly, wiggling it inside of you. A pointy nose hitting you in the right spot.
It’s all too much.
The shadows and eyes start to consume you.
You are so beautiful, laid out like this. His decaying heart roars to life at each mewl and moan you let out. Looking at you right now, makes him feel like this was his purpose, to please you. It’s all up to you, and this force of evil will follow.
Alucard starts to let out a low growl, as if feeling you getting closer and closer to finishing. Your breathing gets heavier, almost not being able to breathe at all.
His long arms now wrap around your waste, beckoning you closer, urging you closer to his mouth.
That’s when it hits you, pure ecstasy. He’s literally eating you, lapping you up like a dog. Each lick and suck sending your senses into overdrive. You haven’t felt more alive.
You come down, and he still inside of you. Mouth still sucking on your tender and overstimulated pussy. You whine, not knowing if you want more or for him to stop.
His tongue comes out of you, feeling empty. He looks at you like he’s gone mad. A single droplet of blood falls from one of his eyes. In that look, you can tell that this is only the beginning.
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Notes: heyyyy peoppple! First Alucard fic and ofc it’s him licking us tf up LMAO! I hope you guys like it and omg two fics in one week?! I told you guys I was cooking shit up in my Gojo fic. I am new to the hellsing fandom so PLEASE let’s all be kind! Let me know what you guys think and with that…i appreciate yall and I hope you have such a lovely holiday🩷🩷🩷🩷
Ps: I have other oneshots in general, I just need to link them LMAO! buuutttt if you guys are interested you can just look up ‘whatever’ x reader in my tags! I don’t have a lot but they’re there! Ty again!
summary: a mission had gone to hell, wounded and cornered, you and bucky hide in a shaft barely wide enough for one. it starts with a touch, and it ends with you coming undone in his hands.
word count: 4.6k
author's note: hi my loves! this is an idea i had in my mind lately, and i am so excited to finally have it posted up! love you guys, please stay safe! 💓
The concrete floor was soaked in blood and coolant.
Thick rivulets ran beneath your boots, mingling into a sickly smear that clung to every step. The air was chokingly damp, metallic with rust and something sharper—ozone, maybe, or the aftermath of plasma fire.
The walls groaned around you, steel skeletons straining under stress fractures. Overhead, emergency strobes flickered with epileptic urgency, casting red and white pulses that danced like ghosts across scorched tile and broken rebar.
Somewhere behind you, a pipe burst with a metallic scream, jetting steam into the air so violently it echoed like a detonation. The shockwave reverberated through the corridor, rattling the bones of the facility.
The lights overhead guttered, struggling to stay alive in the chaos. They buzzed and flickered, bathing everything in a staccato strobe that blurred movement into nightmare. Friend and enemy were just silhouettes now. Just shadows.
Every breath tasted like smoke and copper and panic.
You sprinted.
Boots hammered against the ground, splashing through slick pools of coolant and something darker. Your lungs burned, your throat scraped raw from the air that was quickly turning to poison.
Each step jarred your body, jostling the fresh wound at your side—a sharp, searing burn that you were trying very hard to ignore. But when your hand shot down to apply pressure, your glove came away red and sticky.
Shit.
Bucky was just ahead of you—a dark silhouette moving like a phantom, purposeful and controlled even in the carnage. He turned sharply at the junction, glock raised, muscles coiled tight.
He didn’t glance back, but you didn’t need him to. You could feel his awareness of you like a wire stretched taut between your bodies—a constant pull.
He moved with you in mind.
Always.
The sirens overhead howled, their keening pitch loud enough to blur thought. Somewhere in the distance, distorted voices barked over intercoms in a language you didn’t recognise. The earpiece at your neck spat static, crackled once, then died.
"Comm’s dead," you rasped, ducking low as gunfire split the corner behind you, rounds ricocheting off the far wall with sparks.
"No shit," Bucky muttered, already moving, already firing. Three controlled bursts—center mass. The figure ahead dropped before it could scream. “You’re bleeding.”
“I noticed,” you bit out, stumbling slightly as you followed him through the next turn. The corner of the wall caught your shoulder—pain flared.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
Quick in. Quick out. Sweep the lower levels, confirm the cache, plant charges. Black market tech from some HYDRA splinter.
Old ghosts.
Easy target.
But somewhere between the briefing room and ground level, everything had gone to hell.
The resistance was heavier than expected. The layout had changed and there were reinforcements waiting—armed. Whoever was here had been tipped off, and now the entire facility was shaking apart around you.
Another shadow lunged from the smoke—Bucky didn’t hesitate. The glock cracked once, and the man fell like a puppet with its strings cut.
“We need cover. Now.”
“I’m open to suggestions,” you muttered, teeth clenched. Your boot skidded across the slick ground—a slurry of melted tile, blood, and some kind of chemical discharge. You nearly went down.
Bucky grabbed your vest with one quick, powerful jerk, yanking you back upright. His vibranium fingers curled around your gear like steel cables, the motion precise but rough. “You with me?”
You nodded, panting. “Still standing.”
He glanced down, eyes darkening as they took in the spreading stain at your ribs. There was a moment, just a flicker, where something colder passed over his face. Not panic.
Not exactly. Something sharper. Something older. Not at you. At whoever had fired that round. At the idea of losing you.
The ground rumbled again beneath your boots. Another explosion, deeper this time. Structural, maybe. Something was definitely collapsing.
“They’re trying to bury this place,” you breathed.
“No—” he said, grim. “They’re trying to bury us.”
His gaze darted around the corridor, calculating in that quick, precise way he did, always seeing angles, routes, exits. A soldier’s mind. A killer’s instinct.
Then it landed—sharp, immediate.
“There.”
To your left, a collapsed portion of wall, partially obscured by a mound of broken paneling and twisted rebar. Barely noticeable unless you were looking. Bucky was already on it, shoving debris aside like it weighed nothing.
Behind the rubble, a maintenance shaft. Narrow. Deep. Black.
Just wide enough for two bodies, that’s if they didn’t mind pressing close.
Too close.
“In.” His voice cracked like a whip, sharp and absolute.
You stared at it. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding.”
“I’m not.”
The shaft looked like a coffin. The jagged metal edges were wet with condensation, the air inside swirling with oil and smoke. “There’s no way we both fit in there.”
“Then I’ll go first,” he snapped, already tearing down more of the frame to make room. “But you’re coming with me.”
He turned to you, face shadowed, voice lowering. “We don’t have time for a debate. Reinforcements are inbound. We’re outgunned. Comms are dead. And you’re fucking hit.” His tone dropped lower. Rougher. “Get the fuck in.”
It wasn’t the words that made you move. It was the voice.
Commanding, steady and final.
You ducked into the shaft, your shoulders scraping the sides, the ceiling just inches above your head. The air inside was suffocating, thick and chemical, humming with static energy. You pressed back against the wall, one foot braced awkwardly as you twisted your body to fit.
Then he came in after you.
His bulk filled the space in a rush, the scrape of his tactical gear, the rough press of his thigh slotting between yours, the weight of his body shifting against your own as he maneuvered inside. His rifle braced beside your ear, muzzle angled down.
You could feel every inch of him.
His chest, firm and heaving, pressed to yours. His forearm planted above your head. His other arm curled tight around your waist, steadying you. Holding you. There was no room to move. No room to breathe.
His mouth was at your ear when he spoke, quiet, low.
“Don’t move.”
And just like that, the world narrowed to heat and breath and the impossible thrum of your heartbeat echoing through the dark.
The darkness swallowed you whole.
It wasn’t just the absence of light, it was thick, oppressive, as if the walls themselves inhaled and held their breath the moment you stepped inside.
A tomb disguised as shelter. The kind of dark that clung to skin and filled lungs. That made every shallow breath echo back twice as loud. You could feel it, the narrow, concrete throat of the shaft compressing around you, closing in with every heartbeat.
You weren’t alone in it.
You could feel the narrow walls breathing with the heat of your bodies, every exhale ricocheting off metal and stone until it circled back in whispers, growing louder with every pulse of blood in your ears.
The space wasn’t built for hiding. It wasn’t built for people. It was a maintenance shaft, narrow, ancient. But Bucky had forced his way in after you, muscled past jagged steel and choking heat until his body pressed fully to yours, armour against armour, thigh slotted between your legs.
Now, you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began.
His hand was braced above your head, palm flat against the wall, elbow bent to keep from crushing you. The strain in his shoulder was visible even in the dim glow leaking from a crack in the wall, veins flexed under dirt-slick skin.
His other arm wrapped firmly around your waist, anchoring you there, holding you still, holding you close, like letting go wasn’t an option. Not here. Not now.
You could feel the heat of him in every place he touched you. The flex of his forearm braced against your back. The steady, controlled drag of his breath, each inhale expanding his chest, pushing it flush against your own. You were plastered together.
No space.
No choice.
And his thigh, god, his thigh was wedged between yours, firm and unmoving, supported most of your weight now. It was the only reason you weren’t sagging into him completely.
You didn’t dare move.
Not with the blood roaring in your ears. Not with your wound still hot and throbbing under your tac suit. Not with Bucky fucking Barnes flush against every inch of you.
But still, your body noticed.
It always had.
The heat. The tension. The way his breath ghosted over your temple, short and fast, like he wasn’t as composed as he wanted you to think. You could feel his heartbeat through the chest plate of his suit. Fast. Sharp. Right in sync with yours. The brush of his belt buckle dug into your hip. His shoulder pressed into the curve of yours, hard enough to ache.
Then the tremor in his fingers, subtle, but real, as they flexed slightly around your waist.
“Be quiet,” he whispered, the sound so low and deep it felt like it came from inside your chest rather than outside it. A command dressed like a plea.
“I am quiet,” you hissed back, lips barely moving.
“I can hear your heartbeat, princess.”
The nickname landed like a sin—sharp, searing, and soaked in sarcasm. It was barely more than a breath, but it still cut through the hush like a lit match, curling down your spine, making something inside you clench.
Outside, just beyond the cracked wall, the hall rumbled with the stomp of boots.
The enemy was still close.
You could hear them, the soldiers moving in tight formation. Orders barked in clipped, guttural accents. Gear clanking. Flashlights sweeping methodically through the gloom. One beam licked along the edge of the breach just inches from your foot.
You stopped breathing.
Your muscles went rigid, throat tight, every instinct screaming Don’t move.
And then, Bucky shifted closer. Just slightly. But it felt like the world tilted with him. His chest flattened more fully against yours, his thigh pinning you tighter. Your breast grazed the edge of his vest, your nipple dragging across thick Kevlar.
You inhaled, too sharp. He felt it.
You saw his jaw tighten. Felt his arm tense. Like he felt it, too. Like he noticed everything.
The light passed.
The soldiers didn’t.
But neither of you dared relax.
Because the longer you stayed like that, shoulder to shoulder, mouth to ear, sweat pooling between your skin—the worse it got.
The heat was unbearable now. Trapped. It had nowhere to go but in. Into your pores. Into your bloodstream. Clinging to your skin like a second suit. Your body was trembling, not from exertion, not from blood loss, but from something deeper. Hotter. More dangerous.
Because it wasn’t just adrenaline anymore.
Your body had made a decision without your consent, without consulting the mission clock or the bullet wound still leaking crimson under your gear. It didn’t care that this was a suicide hole in the side of a collapsing facility. That HYDRA's leftovers were closing in with guns and floodlights.
That you hated the man pinning you in place.
Because this tension? It wasn’t new.
It had always been there, since the first moment Val had slammed your names together and ordered you into the field. “Try not to kill each other,” she’d said. Like it was a joke. Like it hadn’t already been written in the way you’d looked at each other.
You sparred like enemies. Like animals. You left bruises. Cracked ribs.
You taunted, you snapped. You called him grumpy old man under your breath. He called you reckless, annoying, a fucking pain in his. You rolled your eyes when he brooded. He glared when you flirted—especially when it wasn’t with him.
And yet, in combat, you were perfect.
Seamless. Lethal.
He always had your six, you always took the perfect shot. He moved, you followed. You moved, he shielded. You never missed each other.
Like muscle memory.
And maybe that was why this—now—felt so inevitable.
But still, nothing had prepared you for the feel of him like this.
The sharp scent of cordite still clinging to his sweat. The way his breath hit your cheek, too warm, too fast. The press of something hard against your hip.
You blinked, heart stuttering. You didn’t dare look down. You didn’t need to.
Bucky didn’t move. But you saw it, that flicker of strain in his eyes. The muscle feathering in his jaw.
Like he was trying not to look at your mouth.
Like he was pretending his cock wasn’t pressed thick and full against the curve of your hip.
Your thighs squeezed around his leg. Reflex. Instinct.
Not fear.
His arm flexed around your waist, vibranium fingers shifted slightly, grazing the hem of your shirt, dragging over sweat-slick fabric like an accident. You knew it wasn’t.
You swallowed hard.
“Still think this was a good idea?” you whispered, sarcasm a lifeline now, the only thing between you and the cliff you were hanging off.
He exhaled a laugh against your neck. Warm. Dangerous. “Would you rather be riddled with bullets right now?”
You didn’t miss a beat. “Would hurt less.”
His lips ghosted close. Close enough to feel but not touch. “Don’t tempt me.”
The silence that followed was electric, sharp enough to cut. You could feel the tension morphing. Twisting into something raw. Something that clawed under your skin and dug in deep.
Your chest dragged across his with every breath, nipples painfully stiff under your bra, and your hips buzzed, caught between the sting of your injury and the dull throb of growing heat. You were sore. Sweating. You ached everywhere.
And you wanted him to move.
His vibranium hand flexed again, pressing into the curve of your spine.
Every nerve in your body lit up like a fuse.
“You need to stop that,” you whispered. Barely audible.
“I’m not doing anything,” he murmured back, and he sounded so calm.
Too calm.
Too close.
You shifted. Just a fraction. Just to prove a point.
He groaned. A quiet, broken thing, deep in his chest.
“You’re not helping,” he gritted out, voice rougher now, voice that frayed at the edges.
“You’re the one pressed against me like some fucking space heater,” you hissed back.
Then—another voice outside. A barked command. Boots pivoting.
You both froze.
The moment stretched. Tightened.
Then, the sounds retreated. One step. Another. Fading.
Silence.
Your eyes found his in the dark.
Neither of you breathed.
Neither of you blinked.
“I hate you,” you whispered, and it wasn’t convincing.
“Sure you do,” he whispered back.
His hand stayed curled tight at your waist.
And he didn’t move away.
It started small.
A shift. A breath. The slow, deliberate drag of his thumb along your waist. Just a brush at first, casual, even, but it lingered. Longer than it should have. Slower than it had any right to be. Not some accidental twitch. Not some nervous fidget. No. He meant it.
And you felt it everywhere.
His vibranium fingers stayed locked at your back, unmoving, anchoring you against the solid wall of his body.
But his other hand, flesh and blood, rough and warm, moved with a calculated kind of boldness. He wasn’t hesitating, he wasn’t testing, he was deciding.
His palm swept with aching slowness along your side, fingers grazing over the damp fabric of your shirt, then lower, sliding just above the waistband of your ruined combat pants, brushing against skin so sensitised it made your whole body jolt.
His fingertips ghosted over the sliver of bare flesh beneath the hem of your shirt, skin long ignored, long untouched and your breath stuttered.
Your body stiffened. Instinct. Reflex. Not out of fear but anticipation. Heat.
“Bucky.” You whispered it like a warning, soft and tight. Barely a sound. Just a name, but spoken like a confession.
But he didn’t stop.
His hand passed over your waist again, this time slower. Lower. He wasn’t pretending. Wasn’t hiding behind pretense or excuse. His touch was firm, measured, dragging like silk over sandpaper. His fingers curled slightly, grazing the edge of your hip, slipping just under the edge of your shirt where sweat beaded at your lower belly.
It should’ve been harmless.
But it felt like your whole body tilted toward him.
Like gravity had shifted.
The air between you felt molten. Thick with breath and silence and something else — something sharp and magnetic and inevitable.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, voice low and frayed. It was torn at the edges — half challenge, half escape hatch. One final out. One he wasn’t sure he wanted you to take.
“Don’t,” you breathed, the word barely holding together under the weight of everything you felt.
Because your heart was pounding so loud you could feel it in your ears, in your fingertips, in the spot between your thighs that throbbed with each desperate beat.
Because your body was already leaning in.
Because your thighs were clenching, your mouth had gone dry, and his cock—hard and hot and undeniable behind the weight of his tac gear was pressed against your hip in a way that made your thoughts splinter.
And because when you looked up at him, when your eyes found his in the low flicker of emergency light bleeding through the shaft wall, you saw it.
Raw, flickering need. Something deeper, something starved. His expression was a storm barely held at bay, hunger licking behind every breath.
It was already too late.
His mouth dipped toward your jaw, not quite a kiss, not quite contact, just breath. His lips hovered, dragging over your skin without touching, a ghosting warmth that raised goosebumps in its wake.
Then his hand moved lower.
Over the waistband.
Past it.
Your breath hitched. A sharp, soundless inhale. Your body shifted involuntarily, and he was already there, his fingers slipping beneath the ragged band of your pants, rough against soft, familiar with desperation.
He didn’t hesitate.
He found your heat instantly.
Skin on skin.
And groaned, low, guttural, like he’d found salvation.
“You’re soaked,” he rasped, voice shaking with the effort it took to stay controlled. “Fuck.”
The sound of it—his voice in that moment made your knees threaten to buckle. His fingers didn’t even move, not yet. They just rested there. Claiming. Possessing. And your whole body trembled under the weight of that touch.
You whimpered. Quiet. Helpless. The kind of sound you didn’t recognise coming from your own throat.
He hadn’t even moved yet.
Just touched.
“You think I haven’t noticed how you look at me?” he breathed, mouth hot against the shell of your ear. His fingers began to move slow circles, featherlight, teasing and your whole spine arched into him.
“You think I haven’t felt it every time we spar? Every time you mouth off just to see how far I’ll let it go?”
You tried to speak. You really did, something snide, something biting, something to maintain the illusion of control.
But then he slid one thick finger inside you, and your brain turned to static.
“Oh, fuck—” The sound ripped from you like a wound, head thudding softly against the wall.
He moved closer, pressing into you fully now. His thigh locked yours in place. His arm around your waist kept you pinned, held, owned. And his finger, slow and deep, fucked into you with a rhythm that made your whole body twitch.
And then he added another.
“Don’t be loud,” he warned, barely more than a breath. Then his hand was over your mouth, wide and firm. “You want them to hear you?”
You shook your head, frantic, flushed.
Another finger joined the first.
The stretch was exquisite. You were so wet he slid in effortlessly, and yet every push made your walls flutter. Your thighs quaked. His palm was tight against your lips now, muffling the noise that clawed up your throat.
It was too much.
Too hot. Too deep.
He was wrecking you with just his hand.
Your cunt clenched around him like it knew him. Welcomed him. Fucked back, desperate and filthy.
His breath caught. His mouth dipped to your throat, lips dragging along the sweaty, sensitive skin just below your jaw. He didn’t kiss.
He breathed.
Like your scent was undoing him from the inside out.
“You gonna come for me while they’re right outside?” he growled, voice velvet-wrapped sin. His fingers pumped faster, firmer now. “Gonna soak my fucking hand while I keep your mouth shut?”
You moaned against his palm, a pathetic, muffled sound. You were trembling now, caught in the rhythm, sweat running down your spine.
He could feel it.
“You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he whispered, biting back a groan as your pussy clenched hard around him. “Don’t want them hearing how bad you need it.”
Your eyes fluttered. Your thighs squeezed tight around his wrist. Your body knew what was coming. It was building, sharp and staggering, curling low in your belly, winding like a spring.
The wet, slick sounds of his fingers working your cunt echoed in the shaft, obscene and unstoppable.
You didn’t care.
You were grinding down on his hand now, chasing it, using it.
Shameless. Starved. Your fingers clawed at the wall, nails scraping concrete, sweat dripping from your temple.
He kissed your throat, hard now. Open-mouthed. Possessive. Teeth scraping, almost primal.
You whimpered. He felt you tighten.
“Come for me,” he rasped.
And you did.
The orgasm ripped through you, brutal and sudden, your whole body locking, then shattering. You came on his fingers, walls fluttering, legs shaking, heat blooming behind your ribs.
You cry, or you tried to, but it was swallowed whole by his hand.
You were still trembling when he pulled away, not roughly, but not gently either.
And he wasn’t done.
You barely had time to blink. Your head was spinning. But your hands moved before your brain did, grabbing at his belt, trembling fingers tugging hard at buckles, pulling open his gear like your survival depended on it.
Frantic.
Desperate.
Your hand closed around him—thick, hot, leaking and you gasped.
“Jesus christ,” he hissed, teeth clenched.
Then he moved.
He flipped you, fast, hard, until your front slammed gently against the shaft wall. His body covered yours, heat and strength and desperation wrapped around you like a cage.
One hand braced above your head. The other dragged your pants lower. Then between your thighs again, guiding himself.
You felt the blunt head of his cock nudge your entrance, dragging through your slick, and your breath caught.
“This what you want?” he growled. “Here? Now?”
You nodded—wild, frantic, voiceless.
And then he pushed in.
You gasped, sharp and silent.
The stretch was delicious, thick and deep and slow.
He filled you inch by aching inch until your hips trembled and your forehead hit the wall with a soft thud.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned against your shoulder.
He stayed still. Let you feel all of him.
Then his hand slid over your mouth again. Gentle. Thumb brushing your cheek.
“Breathe, sweetheart.”
And then he moved.
He fucked you.
Hard.
Your shoulder slammed into the wall, his hips smacked into yours, loud and wet and brutal. You couldn’t catch your breath—every thrust punched the air out of you. There was no rhythm anymore. Just need.
His hand stayed firm at your mouth, catching your sounds. His vibranium one gripped your hip like a lifeline, dragging you back onto his cock again and again.
He reached around, found your clit, and rubbed.
“Gonna come for me again,” he growled. “Gonna squeeze me while I fuck you full.”
You were sobbing now, breathless, wordless.
Every nerve ending was lit, raw and overrun. Your body trembled, slick with sweat and slicker between your thighs, his cock dragging across swollen, overstimulated walls. You couldn’t form a sound, not really, just desperate gasps and stifled cries broken against your own hand, against his chest, against the fucking silence that surrounded you both like a net.
And then you broke.
It hit like a wave, violent, sudden, uncontrollable. Your body seized around him, hips jerking, spine bowing as your muscles locked tight and then unraveled all at once. You came again, harder this time, vision flashing white as your cunt clenched around him like a vice.
You damn near collapsed.
Your knees gave out, your breath punched from your lungs. You reached for the wall, for him, for anything to ground you, but it was all too much, the stretch, the sound of him, the way he held you together while you fell apart.
That’s when he came, too.
A sharp curse spilled from his throat as he drove deep, impossibly deep, hips stuttering against yours. He buried himself to the hilt, shaking, jaw clenched, breath choking out in ragged bursts. His whole body shuddered against your back, muscles locking, every inch of him tensed and trembling.
His cock throbbed inside you, thick and pulsing as he came, each hot spurt flooding your core, filling you until it leaked down your thighs, messy and spent.
And for a moment, neither of you moved. You just breathed, uneven and wrecked, locked together in the dark.
You stayed there, pressed against the wall, your chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths, skin tacky with sweat.
His weight still lingered over you, anchoring you with the kind of silence that made your heart pound in your ears. You could feel every inch of him still inside you, every echo of where he’d been.
Your limbs were a mess. His arm still braced above your head, his other hand curled at your waist like he wasn’t ready to let go. Your legs were weak, barely holding you upright, and your fingers had long since slipped from where they gripped the wall. You didn’t move. Neither did he.
The scent of sex clung to both of you, raw and thick in the stale air. His cum leaked down your thighs, hot and wet, mixing with your own slick, with the sweat that slid between your shoulder blades. Your clothes stuck to your skin. Your breath stuck in your throat.
Then slowly, he pulled out.
You whimpered, soft and hoarse, from the loss. From the emptiness that followed. A hollow ache bloomed where he’d just been, and you had to brace yourself against the wall again to stay upright.
He smoothed his hand down your spine, not possessive now.
Just… gentle.
You turned, breathless, chest still heaving as you tried to gather yourself. His hair was a mess, damp and curling slightly at the edges, sweat trailing down from his temple.
His pupils were still blown wide, gaze glassy and dark with something that hadn’t yet settled. You pulled your pants up slowly, wincing as the fabric dragged over tender skin, the ache between your thighs sharp and lingering.
He laughed softly, the sound more exhale than amusement.
“Next time,” you panted, shooting him a look, “maybe don’t pick the smallest shaft on the planet.”
He glanced at you, something like mischief flickering behind his eyes as a crooked smirk pulled at his mouth.
“You complaining?” he asked, voice rough but playful. You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile.
“Define complaining.” His chuckle was low, almost fond, and then he reached for you—his hand warm, steady, curling around yours like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Come on,” he murmured, tugging gently. “Before the rest start wondering where we went.”
You let him lead you toward the sliver of light ahead, your fingers still linked with his, your legs unsteady with every step still shaking.
a/n: if you enjoyed it, please leave a comment or a reblog, thank you sweethearts 💌
HELPPP I'm ovulating rn too and literally the only thing on my mind has been diavolo. just him. his arms. chest. you're so right btw, he's such a sweetheart/has big soft dom energy, but he would absolutely wreck MC either accidentally or purposefully, who knows? I need him, that's all I'm sure of.
HE WOULD WRECK MC AND PRETEND HES NOT
He’d be over there like “wow you’re so sensitive that pretty cunt of yours much be extra eager tonight” all while he’s literally fingering you so well that he might be bruising your fucking g-spot
He’s literally going fucking ham, fucking you in a full Nelson talking about how you can barely hold yourself up so he has to do it for you. He’s also talking about how pretty you look with your legs shaking and how badly he wants to cum inside you and paint your insides so pretty with his cum <3.
He’d be in-between your legs full demon form on his giant ass bed, smiling at you so prettily and innocently all while sucking your entire clit into his mouth and pressing your legs to the bed, putting pretty indents in your thighs. You look so pretty unable to speak coherently and looking like your soul is leaving your body.
Ugh it’s so cute how he’s barely trying and you look like you’re about to sob from pleasure <3333.
Pairing: Minotaur husband x fem!reader — oral (f! receiving), horn stimulation, cum eating, aftercare
You always figured yourself to be a traditional person. You know, you wanted the husband, the house, the white picket fence. The whole nine yards.
You had also always gone for the traditional man. Big muscles, tough and strong, a protector and a provider. It was the type you always tended to gravitate toward.
Your ex had been that kind of person. The kind of man who expected dinner and a stiff drink waiting for him as soon as he got home. For a while you enjoyed it, taking care of someone. But eventually you realized that while you took care of him, he never took care of you.
Now you still prefer a nice traditional guy. Your new husband is just as traditional, preferring dinner to be ready and waiting as soon as he comes home.
Only now the meal is you.
Minotaur husband comes to walking into your shared home, hooves booming against the wood floors due to his size. He lifts his nose and breathes in a long whiff. A heavenly mixture of your scent and his comes rolling into his nose and he shudders.
Walking into the dining room he's disgruntled to find you not where he expected you to be. With his impatience simmering he calls out your name.
"Why isn't dinner on the table?" He adds, his voice rising in order for you to hear him, wherever you were off too. You come prancing in a moment later, the dress you're wearing providing him easy access.
"Sorry! It was a nightmare getting this thing on," you tease, falling into their waiting arms and rising onto your toes for a kiss. Your husband responds immediately with a fierce determination to consume you. His claws squeezing at your soft hips and pulling your small body into his ginormous stature. You shiver at the way he so easily surrounds you. How he could so easily crush you yet you've never felt safer than when you're in his arms. A smirk plays on his lips as you two break away.
"Well, get on up there," he says through gritted teeth in attempts to hide how eager he is to devour his meal. His hand slides down, giving your ass an appreciative slap. A small yelp leaves you as you fall to your feet.
Tossing him a scolding look, you head deeper into the dining room. Hopping up on the table and reclining. You watch your husband walk past you, his gaze very much intent on one thing. As he sits down at the head of the table, your legs automatically widen for him, resulting in a gruff snort of praise.
With his claws digging gently into your thighs, your husband dives right in, his long thick tongue splitting your folds open with ease. You cry out, gripping the table as he feasts on your cunt. His slobbering tongue lapping up your essence before delving deeply in your walls.
A short gasp of pleasure breaks through you and your hands shoot out, gripping the base of your husband's horns. Your Minotaur husband moans, hips jolting, and causing his bulge to nudge the underside of the table. You tighten your hold on his horns, shrieking as the table rattles below you.
"That's it. Hold on tight," your husband growls against your pussy, sending vibrations through your clit. You whimper loudly as he continues his feast with a feral vigor, tongue fucking you that he's been counting down the minutes till he could get between your legs. And you're sure he was.
His broad tongue reaches deep inside you, caressing your g-spot with every thrust. Your moans rise in frequency, another ripping out of you with every swipe of his tongue that consumes you.
Before you know it you're gushing on his tongue, using your grip on his horns to burry him in your pussy so you can grind on his face. Your husband grunts out his pleasure, making sure to swallow every bit of your release and lick up every drop he might've missed.
You shake against the table, your high still moving through you in waves. But your hands slide down to cup his dampened cheeks as he raises his head to look at you, gaze still sparking with lust.
His hands massage as your legs in attempts to calm the tremors. He looks over your weakened state and knows he should wait. Besides, he can't fuck you on a dining room table again. This is the tenth one he's bought in three months, the salespeople practically know him by name at this point.
"How about I start on the rest of dinner while you calm down, love?" He asks, the rumble in his voice filled to the brim with restrained need. He goes to stand up when he sees your pouting face.
"Take me with you?" You ask gently, your voice croaking slightly. Your husband's heart melts and there's no way he can deny you. Not that he'd ever decide to spend time away from you anyway when given the choice.
He scoops up your pliant body in his arms with ease. Your weight absolutely nothing to a man of his size. He keeps you huddled against the short fur of his body as he heads into the kitchen where he'll cook you both dinner as you sit all pretty on the counter. Only helping when you want.
I just keep thinking about sucking off Lucifer under his desk, and suddenly Diavolo comes in and purposefully prolongs the meeting so he can watch Lucifer fall apart, a bit of cum spraying onto his own chest and finally Diavolo speaks up, asking about what you're doing even though he already knows. No, because Diavolo is absolutely pounding Lucifer's hole, already the poor pride avatar being overstimulated- he just can't take it when you have your mouth on him. He's basically slamming into your mouth from how hard Diavolo is pushing his hips forward. "You couldn't help but cum in front of me could you Lucifer?" And the way Lucifer wails at the words as he cums again straight into your mouth is delightful. His legs giving out and the only thing holding him up is Diavolo's hand on his throat, keeping his ear next to Diavolo's mouth. Even though Lucifer just came down your throat you're still sucking him down like your life depends on it and you can't help it. You HAVE to make him cry.
HELPPP I'm ovulating rn too and literally the only thing on my mind has been diavolo. just him. his arms. chest. you're so right btw, he's such a sweetheart/has big soft dom energy, but he would absolutely wreck MC either accidentally or purposefully, who knows? I need him, that's all I'm sure of.
HE WOULD WRECK MC AND PRETEND HES NOT
He’d be over there like “wow you’re so sensitive that pretty cunt of yours much be extra eager tonight” all while he’s literally fingering you so well that he might be bruising your fucking g-spot
He’s literally going fucking ham, fucking you in a full Nelson talking about how you can barely hold yourself up so he has to do it for you. He’s also talking about how pretty you look with your legs shaking and how badly he wants to cum inside you and paint your insides so pretty with his cum <3.
He’d be in-between your legs full demon form on his giant ass bed, smiling at you so prettily and innocently all while sucking your entire clit into his mouth and pressing your legs to the bed, putting pretty indents in your thighs. You look so pretty unable to speak coherently and looking like your soul is leaving your body.
Ugh it’s so cute how he’s barely trying and you look like you’re about to sob from pleasure <3333.
First part of my 1k celebration! based entirely on an absolutely nasty dream I had once that I've never been able to shake >.< cuck luci in my heart 4ever sorry for any mistakes it's 3 am & just not my business anymore
Lucifers fingers ached, the need to clench and flex them growing by the minute. Being relegated to the position of silent observer was a new one, an idea put forth by the ever charming prince and between honeyed words and reassurances Diavolo managed to get you to agree.
He had to admit it was a bold proposal, Lucifer never expected you to agree but being seated here now with an ever growing erection was a pleasant surprise.
"Oh come now, I know you can do better than that," Diavolos teasing tone tore him from his thoughts.
He almost can't help the moan threatening to slip past his lips at the sight, the obscenity of watching made his heartbeat quicken as he sat forward.
You trembled in the soft glow of the lamplight, pussy spread by Diavolos skilled fingers as he toyed with you. It was thrilling to watch those fingers slide inside, the slow way they disappeared as your own fingers dug into the backside of your thighs as you held them up.
Gasps and whimpers came from you, eyes screwed shut against both the feeling of Diavolos fingers scissoring against your slick walls and against Lucifers piercing gaze. It felt like he was pinning you against the bed without laying a hand on you. Shyness clung to your skin like a sheen of sweat.
"Please Dia," you whined. It was all the more embarrassing considering they were both fully clothed while you were a squelching spectacle on the mattress.
"Hm? Don't tell me you're feeling embarrassed?" The question was punctuated by his fingers withdrawing, swiping through the sticky mess of arousal before slowly circling your throbbing clit. "You're already making such a mess, you like being watched don't you?"
Your eyes flick between the princes face, hunger and glee evident on his features, and Lucifers. Lurched forward, gloves hands fisted against his trousers and eyes so transfixed on your cunt it made your walls spasm around nothing.
You're so focused on Lucifer you failed to notice Diavolo undoing his own slacks to palm at his thick, flushed cock, smearing the beaded precum along the red swollen tip with his thumb before sliding through your wet folds. The touch is what snapped your focus back on him, moaning just from the anticipation of having him inside you.
He wastes no time lining up with your entrance, pushing the head down with his thumb before you feel it pop inside you, pushing against the band of muscle as your body slowly accepts each inch of mind numbing girth. The stretch feels agonizingly slow, the anticipation of fullness makes you twitchy so you let go of your legs to cup your breasts and rub your peaked nipples.
You know he's watching you, and slowly your earlier embarrassment melts away as Diavolos hips meet yours once he bottoms out, heavy balls resting against your ass as he kneads your thighs.
"Don't they look beautiful just like this?" He says with a grin as your cunt squeezes around his cock. You barely make out Lucifers hoarse whisper of yes, letting your head loll to the side to see him palming his clothed erection. A shiver of thrill crawled down your spine.
"They look so wet," he speaks as if in a trance.
"Mhm, practically dripping," he grunts, rolling his hips in a smooth thrust, pushing your legs back up to give Lucifer a peek of his cock being sucked back in by your needy cunt. The way he prodded against your cervix without even intending to, he was just that big, makes you yelp and dig your nails into his broad shoulders.
Your mouth dropped open in silent moans as his pace gradually picked up, the smack of skin on skin and the way you squelched with each inward movement forming a perverted melody in the dim bedroom. The whole scene made Lucifers head spin, hands moving of their own accord to free himself of his slacks and briefs, shamelessly pumping his fist up and down his cock in longing. Wishing he'd been invited as a participant rather than a spectator.
Diavolos hands wandered to pinch and tweak at your nipples, making you yelp and squirm against the bed. A wicked grin graced his lips.
"You're so sensitive, little one," he coos at you while twisting the bud of one breast slightly harder, enough to make your body jerk.
He's enjoying this far too much, indulging in making a mess of your body and enjoying putting on a show for his dear friend whom he knows is practically salivating imagining slipping his cock inside your fluttering pussy.
It spurs him on even more, thrusts settling into a brutal rhythm, each stroke of his cock practically a gut punch that forces the air from your lungs as tears start sliding down your cheeks. His tip making a home against your cervix with each steady kiss against it.
Your eyes have taken on a glassy, unfocused appearance which he relishes in as one large hand comes to caress your throat before his thumb digs against your pulse point. The lightheadedness mixes with the electric rush of pleasure, not caring that your tongue was poking past your lips and saliva threatened to drip from the corners of your mouth
It's exquisite to watch, a display of debauched utter submission that makes Lucifers cock twitch in his grasp. Hideous longing makes his fist move faster against his dick, pressure building to a boil inside his gut with each slap of those weighty balls against your ass.
Your thigh muscles were starting to scream as your body jostled up and down with the princes thrusts, the first sparks of orgasm threatening to burn you from the inside out.
"I want you to show him how pretty you look when you cum," Diavolo says through gritted teeth.
That's all it takes, as his hand quickly releases your neck and the blood rush slams into you with your orgasm right on its heels. It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room, each clamp of your cunt punctuated with a teary blubber of his name as your back arches against the mattress.
As he keeps furiously thrusting inside you your bleary eyes find Lucifer once again, hazily watching cum spurt against his hand and the ragged way his chest rises and falls.
The only thing left in your ecstasy dumbed mind is one rapidly cycling thought: watch me, watch me, watch me.
summary: after getting home to you later than expected, Beel decides to reintroduce you to his Rejuvenating and Eager Manhood while you sleep.
word count: 1.8k
warnings: somno/noncon, f!receiving oral, unprotected sex, biting, cockwarming, Beel has a massive dick and knows it (size-kink), Beel sees reader as smaller than him, Beel also has a great sense of smell,
note: I have to dedicate this one to my mom, who I accidentally sent a screenshot of the wip to instead of Silver and then had an entire panic episode practically sitting in her lap asking for her to delete the photo instead of reading. emotional damage fr.
cross-posted to ao3 | ko-fi | commissions | masterlist
He was late.
Not that there was any agreed upon time that he’d be slipping into your room to sleep after practice; but for him to be coming in to see you fast asleep in your bed signaled that he was late. You’d stayed up for him, evidenced by the way you were still holding one of your textbooks while you slept, and that made him feel worse about coming in so late in the night.
“Hey,” he whispers into the dimly lit room, testing the waters to see how deeply you were sleeping. You don’t even so much as breathe in a way that would indicate disruption, and that has him treading a bit lighter through your room as he sets his bag down beside yours at the foot of the bed before he moves to where you’re laying. The textbook is carefully pulled from your arms and set on the nightstand, then his hands are carefully coaxing you into a more comfortable position that would be better for your neck.
You shift, adjusting your body so you lay on your stomach and that had his nose twitching at the scent of your arousal and making his mouth water. The plan for tonight was sex and studying, he could only assume that you spent some time getting yourself ready for him to get home from practice to start the show due to how strong your scent was.
He needed to shower, wash the sweat and grime off of his skin since he hadn’t showered at R.A.D. You hated when outside clothes touched your sheets, but he needed to smell more of you and you’d mentioned once that you didn’t mind his after-practice smell so he was going to opt to shower before he finally went to sleep. Right now he needed to welcome himself back into your presence so he could truly settle down and go to bed.
You were so pretty, wearing one of his muscle shirts and some sleep shorts - enough to not freeze in your bedroom but easy to move around and provide him the access he needed to bring you the pleasure he promised you. It’s easy for him to slide his hands under through the arm holes of the shirt and cup your breasts, his thumbs rolling over your pebbling nipples as his mouth gently kisses at your skin. You’d showered before getting into bed, your skin smelling fresh and tasting clean - perfect for him to nuzzle into and try to rub some of his smell onto you to help keep his brothers at bay. You shift a bit, forcing him to reluctantly pull away just in case you were waking up, only to watch as your leg bends upwards and overwhelming his nose with your arousal. He couldn’t wait any longer to taste you, and that has him moving carefully down your body to your legs so he could get to his late night snack.
A small whine is muffled by the pillow, bringing him only a moment of pause without caring if you did or didn’t wake up. He just wouldn't want you to be scared by the additional body in your bed that wasn’t there when you had gone to sleep.
“It’s just me,” he whispers against your thigh, peppering gentle kisses along your skin until he gets to the edge of your shorts. “Only me.”
And your body is pliant to his hands as he pulls the silky material down your legs to reveal your center, your limbs relaxed as his thumb trails along your glistening slit and dips between your folds with a quiet squelch. So wet, and just for him. How lucky that this was his treat at the end of every day, something he didn’t have to share and could devour as often as he wanted with the only concern being overstimulating your cute little body.
But right now, it wasn’t about being greedy. All he needed was to taste. He could make you cum on his fingers and tongue then take that essence with him into the shower so he could finish himself off there and keep from disturbing you further - the perfect plan. That was, until his tongue dragged up your slit to your waiting hole and he got his prize. There was no stepping away when you tasted so good, he knew better than to think he could walk away with only a taste.
His mouth practically suctions itself to your pussy, his tongue fucking into your delicious sweetness while his fingers play with your clit. He loved this, he loved you, and wanted to maximize this time he got where he had all of your attention. No brothers, no school, nothing in your head except the pleasure that he was providing you while you slept. He knew you dreamt of him often, so to dream of him eating you out only to wake up to a messy pussy and satisfied Beel would be quite the surprise for you - perhaps even a dream come true.
He’s not sure how long he’d been there by the time the fruits of your second orgasm coated his lips, but he’s painfully hard and his hips are seeking any kind of relief in the plush mattress. This should be when he goes to the shower, gets himself off without bothering you further. You had a long day, you deserved the uninterrupted rest. But you’re already so wet and his cock is leaking precum, why waste his previous efforts? He wouldn’t even need to penetrate, that was an unnecessary risk of hurting you anyway, he could just grind against you to get off. Outercourse had been your primary method of sexual gratification until you both felt confident enough to try penetration and was still actively part of your sex life because sometimes you just couldn’t take him.
A little extra lube from the nightstand drizzled on your pretty ass definitely helped with the glide of his cock along your slit and between your cheeks. Nice and easy, a slow pace to prevent jostling your body too much and he truly enjoyed the sight of his cock separating your cheeks and wanted to commit the sight to memory. And it feels great, you always felt so wonderful against him, but he needed more. Needed to feel you around him, velvety walls squeezing even just his head would be enough.
So his hands slide down, moving to a position where he can use his thumbs to spread your folds and give him the view he wanted of your hole clenching around nothing as he sits back to line his length up. Just the size comparison of his cock to your little hole made him feel so much bigger than you already did in your day-to-day life together, the way he literally stretched you open and nearly split you in half whenever he got to rut inside you was something special - truly an honor. His little human girlfriend, so tiny and would be more than easy to break but trusted him not to do just that.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, knowing you’d wake up feeling less than comfortable as he pushes the blunt tip of his cock into your hole. But there wasn’t any school, it’d be okay for you to be in bed all day - which is exactly where you would be considering how he’d already gotten the head pushed in without even realizing how easily his length was sinking into your relaxed body. But he couldn’t stop, not now. Not when you felt so warm and wet and looked so beautifully relaxed beneath him. Instead his hand arm loops around your hip, his fingers searching for your clit in hopes that he could make you cum again and squeeze his cock tighter.
This would be one of the rare few times he managed to get himself buried to the hilt inside you without seeing your face scrunch up in discomfort or needing to go impossibly slow to allow you time to adjust to him. As asleep as you were, your body simply accepted the intrusion with nothing more than a sigh leaving those pretty lips as you continued to sleep beneath him. All he needed to do was be gentle, that was all. He could do that.
Until you said his name.
“Beel,” leaving your lips in a dreamy sigh accompanied by an attempt to adjust your position (perhaps to try to snuggle closer to him). All it really did was push your hips back against his, and he can’t ask himself to hold back any longer. Not when you were wearing his shirt and begging him for more.
“I know,” he whispers, continuing to rock his hips into yours while lowering his body to properly cage you in between his frame and the mattress. The slow grind of his hips against your ass make him feel like he’s getting swallowed by your cunt, his glans stroking those innermost parts of you that have you mewling for him even in your sleep as your walls throb around him to signal another orgasm approaching.
“‘M gonna fill you, okay?” His whisper into your ear comes with a punctuated thrust that produces a choked breath from you, but he’s too close to his peak to be bothered. You were still sleeping soundly, so it couldn’t have been that bad. He was almost there anyway, you could take a couple rough thrusts for him. “Gonna fill you and then do it again in the morning.”
You’d like that, at least you had before. Waking up to his fingers trying to stretch you open, or the tip of his cock prodding at your tight entrance because he was so impatient that he couldn’t wait for you to wake up to indulge in the pleasures of your body. It wouldn’t even be too bad of a stretch, considering he was already so deep in you that your body wouldn’t have to try much harder to take him in just a few hours. Just thinking about you waking up to him fucking another load of his cum into you was enough to send him over that edge; his eyes shut tight while his teeth cut into the fragile skin of your shoulder to muffle his pleasured groans as his cum fills you.
The coppery taste on his tongue is added to his list of things to worry about in the morning, because getting out of bed - or even opening his eyes - wasn’t really an option after filling you like that. Now is when he should pull out, go take a shower and clean himself up, come back with a cool wet washcloth to clean you up and help soothe the ache before you’re awake to truly feel it. But your bed is comfortable and being wrapped around you like this with his cock still nestled deep inside was his own personal heaven, getting out of bed wasn’t going to happen.
He’d endure your feelings about it in the morning, or possibly fuck the negativity out of you. Time would tell.
“Ah—! Beel, stop— wait— j—just hold on for a— mmph!”
You knew something was up with that drink you had while you were out with Asmo. As a human (and a friend of Asmo’s), you were used to getting looks from passersby, but today’s stares seemed particularly intense.
Maybe you yourself didn’t feel much different, but the effects you had on the demons around you was undeniable. Even Lucifer hadn’t left his room since you’d come home, and this was Lucifer.
Oh well, you thought, minor curses like these wear off eventually. And you were right, however, there was a flaw in your logic. A big, hungry flaw. Who was your boyfriend.
With no need to restrain himself, unlike his brothers, he had abandoned his snack to drool over your neck. Big, burly arms locking you in place while a long inhale was pressed into your skin, followed by a wet tongue lapping and swirling along your entire collar zone.
“You smell good,” was all he said, before going on to drag his sharp teeth along your skin, mammoth hands trailing down your body to tug at your waistband. “Wanna take these off.”
That was barely an hour ago, and yet you were already ruined on the kitchen counter, your giant of a boyfriend absolutely smothering you against the wood as he rutted into your body, thighs slick with his and your previous releases.
“Just one more…” he panted into your ear, humid breath condensing on your skin. “Promise— nngh… you feel too good… haaah…”
Your toes were just barely touching the ground as he pushed you further up the counter, hard body slipping against your back as his thick cock bullied its way inside you. You could barely hold on with the way you were being handled like a ragdoll, even more so with your lack of coordination, your muscles pulsing with your brain’s pleasure-drunkenness.
“Beel, it— it’s too much!” You whined, teeth sinking into your dripping lips. “You’re too big!”
And you weren’t just saying that. With your belly pressed flush to the counter, you could feel his entire dick slotting itself inside you way too well, the ridges forcing your insides open to make space for itself.
You felt a temporary sense of relief mixed with a bit of disappointment when you felt him slow down, pulling away until only his tip was inside, though it was quickly dissipated when he slipped a hand under your thigh, fingers digging into the plush skin as he spread you wide, filling you up all over again.
He didn’t waste another second, iron grip around your thigh as he rammed his hips into your ass, the new angle having your brain feel a little fuzzy. You could vaguely feel a pulsing deep inside you, but you couldn’t tell whether it was you or him.
Through the feeling of sensitivity from all your orgasms, mixed with the heat pricking at every millimetre of your skin, you failed to realise the dull, tight feeling spreading from your abdomen, trickling down your thighs and up your belly, until it had all the muscles in your body tightening and twitching uncontrollably. Your body moved and felt before your conscious thoughts could register.
By the time your head caught up, you realised you were no longer pinned to the counter, instead, you were laid on your back, knees nudged apart just enough for that head of orange hair to peek up at you through.
“I’m hungry,” he stated plainly, eyes boring into yours. “Can I?”
“Y—yeah. Just…” Taking a shaking breath, you mustered enough strength to lift yourself onto your elbows, wiping the sweat from your head. “Let me catch my breath first…”
Summary: An accidental bite leads to you discovering a new kink—after all, what's the point of having vampire boyfriends if they won't bite you? | Commission by @worstghost
Warnings: SMUT!!, blood kink, blood play, biting kink, polyamorous relationship, F/M/M/M/M, group sex, vampire/human relationship, kink discovery, established relationship (new), fem!reader, reader finger paints her boobies with blood and the boys join in, one use of the word 'slut,' mentions of public sex, mentions of orgasm conditioning, repeated orgasms, overstimulation, blowjobs, handjobs, vaginal sex, shy!reader, implied dumbification, masochist!reader, sadism & masochism, pain play, verbal teasing, light degradation. profanity, low-key Dom/sub dynamics, cunnilingus
A/N: Thank you for the commission! I had a lot of fun working with you 💕 My emergency commissions are still open, you can private message me if you have any questions!
Frenzied kisses and wandering hands force you deeper into the couch cushions. Paul's thighs squeeze your hips as he ruts his half-hard cock against you. He's crazed, and you? You're eager. Eager to keep up, eager to please your insatiable vampire boyfriend. You drag your shirt over your chest, revealing the cute, lacy bra you wore, knowing you were getting laid tonight.
It's a perfect night, and you would have sunk into Paul's touch had Dwayne's voice not broken the spell.
"You gotta be careful with her tonight, man."
Paul stops kissing you long enough to shuck off your shirt, but you're still too hazy to make heads or tails of Dwayne's comment. "Huh?"
Marko takes the chance to steal your mouth for himself, and you're quickly distracted by his tongue and forget your other boyfriend's comment.
"Fuck, baby," Paul whines. He kneads your chest, admiring the way the lace clings to them. "Tits so pretty I have to taste 'em."
Marko slips his hand into your panties as Paul latches on to your neck—sucking until he's branded you with a hickey. You whimper into Marko's mouth; your hips arch off the couch.
You can't deny the thrill that races through you when they kiss your neck. You never thought it was sensitive before—not to this extent, but they brought it out in you.
(Maybe it's because they're vampires, or maybe you're easily aroused when you have four sexy men on you at once.)
Four …
"David," you call out.
"David's here," Marko says. "He's just being a buzzkill. Doesn't want in on all the fun."
Paul nips your throat, and you moan.
"Paul," Dwayne warns.
Paul doesn't stop, though. "'M not doing nothin'."
"He's not doin' nothin'," Marko echoes. He pulls away to get a good look at you and presses two fingers against where you need it most. "I can't wait to fuck your mouth, babe."
That makes you blush. "Marko—!"
He swallows your protest with a kiss as he circles your clit.
Should you be concerned?
No—Dwayne is as breathless as the others. He's probably feeling neglected since Marko and Paul have hijacked your attention.
You slip your hand toward Dwayne's, lacing your fingers together with his as Marko teases your sex. You're dragged into the undertow of pleasure. You buck into Marko's hand, so desperate for release that you cry.
Paul groans, dragging his teeth down your neck, "Can't take it. She smells so good."
And then—
—Paul bites you.
Teeth tear into your throat, sharp and deep; your mouth opens in a silent scream.
It's over as soon as it starts. Paul is gone. All of your boys are gone. You're left alone, shaking, gasping, head reeling from what just happened. When you finally get your wits about you, you prop yourself up.
David shoves Paul against the wall, snarling.
Paul's face is different. His baby blue eyes are yellow; his chin is stained with blood. He looks like a beast, but you're not afraid.
"It was an accident," Paul stammers. "I didn't mean to."
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" David shoves him harder. "You could've killed her!"
Your head feels stuffed with cotton, which might explain why you couldn't immediately put two and two together. Something tickles your skin, and you look down, watching rivulets of blood trickle down the valley of your breasts.
"I could rip your throat out for this," David hisses.
You smear the blood with your fingers, spreading it over your skin as you reach for the puncture wounds. You moan.
"You bit me…"
All heads snap toward you. You can practically hear their confusion, that simultaneous, huh? shouted through their bond.
They've never done that before. You thought they weren't interested or that your blood wasn't appetizing enough to tempt them.
You press your fingers against the wound and moan again, smearing the blood down your chest. That feeling when Paul bit you wasn't pain—not the way pain should feel. Instead, it was like lightning. It shot straight to your cut, yanking that coil of need so tight that it snapped.
Your cheeks burn with equal parts embarrassment and awe as you realize the truth. "You bit me and I came."
You're mortified, and yet, you've never been more aroused.
Paul bit you.
He bit you.
And you liked it.
Paul swallows hard, looking less monstrous than before. "I didn't… mean to?"
"... It's okay …"
"It's not 'okay,'" David says, his voice tight. "None of us have fed tonight."
His implication should have frightened you, but it fails miserably.
Your boys are hungry, and they're craving you. That's nearly as arousing as getting bit. You squeeze your thighs together, shyly glancing between the four of them before staring at the floor.
"If you want to drink a little more ..." You trail off, unsure how to put your thoughts into words. "I wouldn't mind."
Dwayne says your name, but he's hanging on by a thread. His warm brown eyes shifted to that bestial yellow; it wouldn't take much for him to change completely.
"Do you even know what you're asking for?" David prods.
You squirm under his gaze. "I do." David narrows his eyes. You know he needs a direct answer, or he'll keep going in circles. "What's the point of having vampire boyfriends if they're not gonna bite me?"
The boys eye each other, engaging in a silent conversation that you're not privy to. David clenches his jaw.
You haven't been together long, but it doesn't matter. "I trust you."
They watch David, waiting for him to make up his mind.
David steps forward.
He kneels, scrutinizing you like he thinks you're lying. He looks for that flicker of fear so he can say I told you so and kick you out. His overprotectiveness makes you feel all fuzzy inside. They care too much for your safety, and that's how you know you want this more than anything.
"Bite me," you beg, "please." You press your bloodstained fingers to his lips. "Drink my blood."
You must have said something right because there's a palpable shift in the air. David blinks, and his blue eyes bleed yellow as he wraps his pretty pink lips around your digits. He wraps a hand around your wrist and forces your fingers deeper into his hungry maw.
The others descend on you silently, eager to claim their place near you. Hands strip you from your jeans and wander below your underwear, playing with your body like it was theirs to toy with.
"You want David to bite you, babe?" Marko teases, nipping the skin behind your ear.
"Yes." You fluster as David drags his tongue between the valley of your fingers, and you can't help but imagine how it would feel elsewhere. He doesn't break eye contact for one second. "I want all of you to."
"All of us?" Dwayne echoes smugly.
"I do." Fuck, you wish your voice were stronger, but how can you think straight when they're touching you like this? "Please."
David turns your wrist over and sinks his teeth into your paper-thin flesh. You drop your head against Paul's chest, gasping. It hurts in the most delicious way possible. That exquisite agony shoots directly to your sex; your pussy gushes. Your panties have to be drenched, the delicate lace ruined by your stupid, masochistic yearning.
David laps at the wound he created, gulping down your blood like he's starving.
"Fuck, you really do like this," Paul moans. "Baby, you're perfect."
"Thank him for biting you," Marko says.
"Thank you!" You smile, eyes glazed over from the intensity of everything. "I-I need more."
Paul drags his tongue between your tits to his mark on your neck, cleaning the mess he created. The wound is sensitive. Every time his tongue moves through the ragged edges, your pussy clenches, and you're all too aware of how empty you are without something to fill you.
Dwayne pulls you sideways, taking advantage of your exposed lower half to kiss and suck your thighs. His teeth scrape the sensitive skin just below your apex before sinking in. This time, you scream. You can't help it. Stars explode before your eyes, but you don't know if it's from pleasure or blood loss. You don't care, either.
A hand moves toward your cunt and strokes you through your ruined panties.
"Look at you," David croons. "You're soaked. You weren't lying about how much you liked this."
Marko snickers, pulling your breast out of the bra. "Someone's a little fang slut."
Tears of pleasure leak down your cheeks, and you laugh. "It feels so good."
You babble, pleading for more, and they give it to you. David tears your underwear off, spreading your pussy with two fingers for Dwayne to ravage your needy hole with his tongue. He licks your puffy clit, prying pleasure out of you like shards of broken glass. The blood loss heightens the sloppy, wet ministrations.
"Oh my—oh my god!"
You can't squirm away; his grip is like iron. David won't let you move, either. He forces your hips down, ensuring you feel every second of Dwayne's glorious torture.
Dwayne abandons your clit in favor of tongue-fucking your cunt, but David refuses to leave it neglected. His thumb circles the nub, slipping under the hood so he can tease your nerves directly.
"Don't stop," you stammer. "Please, I need it—!"
Marko gives you no warning before he bites just above the swell of your breast. It wrecks you. You've never come so hard in your life—the combination of Dwayne's tongue and Marko's fangs hurled you over the edge without warning.
"You're so fucking hot," Marko groans. He spreads the blood with his fingers and licks it off before pressing on the wound once more and starting all over again. "I bet we can train you to come on command."
"Do it," you beg.
"Just think of it." David unbuckles his belt, and you rush to help him. He relinquishes an ounce of control, allowing you to wrap your hand around his throbbing cock. "We'll just graze our teeth against you, and your pussy will be drenched."
"I'd do it in public," adds Paul. "And watch her try not to come in front of all those people."
Shit. If you were a little braver or just a little drunker on overstimulation, you might have the strength to voice how appealing their sadistic proposal is. The mere idea of being unable to stop them from giving you an orgasm from a single bite sends shivers down your spine. You're already helpless compared to them as a human, but this? This would make you pathetic: a vampire's plaything.
You want it all and more.
You stroke David faster. His eyes roll back and lips part as he swears softly. His bloodstained fangs wink at you, taunting you with the boys' lurid fantasies.
Marko straddles your chest, his leaky cock inches from your nose. Your mouth water. You start to surge forward, but Dwayne yanks your hips off the couch and into the air, leaving you to balance most of your weight on your shoulders.
Marko takes advantage of your open, gasping mouth and thrusts inside; Dwayne splits your pussy open simultaneously. They stuff you at both ends, demolishing that gnawing hollowness inside your body.
You don't have the mental capacity to think, only moan. Every thrust from Dwayne makes you choke on Marko; Paul ruts against your free hand, maneuvering it into his pants so you can stroke him and David in tandem. You can already tell that Paul won't last long, but he'll be ready for round two by the time the others finish.
"Why don't we start training you now, hmm?" Marko fucks your throat harder, building a brutal pace that Dwayne matched, thrust for thrust.
You can picture it—your limp body, covered in your blood and their semen, still shaking from the overstimulation; barely human, and utterly theirs.
Marko pulls out just long enough for you to give your answer:
Summary: Video games can be emotionally intense, especially when you’re butting heads with the two idiots yelling at each other. So when Jeff and Ben decide to break their tie in another way, you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time: right in the middle.
Characters: Ben Drowned x Female Reader x Jeff the Killer
SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI
TW: Using a controller as a vibrator, threesome, fingering, toxic, Ben pressures you lowkey, embarrassment, power struggle, vaginal, creampie, cum mixing, competition, cunnilingus, Jeff and Ben flirt, dub-con, pining, suppressed emotions, jealousy, jealousy sex, angry sex, insults, overstimulation
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In your opinion, video games sucked.
Correction: The games themselves didn’t suck. The way they made the residents of the mansion act, sucked.
It was so unruly. Screaming, throwing the controllers, weapons being whipped out at a poorly timed insult, they had no restraint. Everyone was pretty bad, yourself included, but Jeff and Ben were worst of all. The two idiots didn’t have respect for a single thing in their lives, and that principle carried over now as you were hunched between them on the shabby couch in the living room.
It was well into the night, and most of the creeps were either asleep or out on a mission for Slender, so the boys ruled they could be as reckless as they wanted without consequence. Jeff had hauled you along too, ripping you from your comfortable bed to act as a witness to whoever won the match of Mario Kart. However, six rounds later, the two of them were leaning forward heavily and cursing at every bad move. Elbows perched on knees as the bright glow from the TV cast a haze over the room, your phone distracting you as they shoved and bumped into your curled-up body. “One more shell and I’m punching you.” Ben grit, Jeff laughed.
Ben was playing as Link, obviously, but Jeff was heavily set on playing as Rosalina because she’s “emo and fuckin’ hot”. You thought it was crude, but as the little princess chucked another blue turtle shell as Link, Jeff secured his win, tying the boys up. Three each, no clear winner and the exhaustion was starting to set in as you gazed at the bright TV. “Aw, sucks. Guess we’ll never know.” You chime, tugging yourself off of the couch and beginning to make your way up to your room and away from the already obnoxious arguing that followed. A calloused hand was quick to drag you back, hauling your ass back into the cushion you had been in for hours.
“Nope. All or nothin’.” Jeff smiled, settling back into the armrest of the couch as Ben loaded another round, the loud whistles and bells chiming obnoxiously as they gripped their controllers. You groaned, shrugging back into the crook of the cushions as the boys pressed close to you, occasionally slapping at each other’s thighs and elbowing you a little too hard as they sped through obstacles. It was irritating, you becoming agitated every time one of their curses rang a little too loud in your ear. Ben was winning, sending Jeff into an utter panic and standing up, knocking you on the side of the head as he threw his elbows out in an attempt to steer clear of the giant tar pit in front of him. That did it for you.
“Okay. Fuck this.” You stood up, shoving Jeff to the side as you grabbed the remote to the TV and powered it off, their yells following as the bright light faded. “What the fuck?!” Ben snapped, throwing his hands in the air and standing next to Jeff now, who looked equally as shocked.
“You’ve done nothing but yell in my ear all night! Either find some other way to settle your score, or just get over yourselves!” You grit, slamming the remote back down and aiming to walk towards the stairs, shoving your phone into your pocket as you stomp off. Ben laughed, your phone becoming suddenly very hot in your pocket and making you hiss, grabbing it and throwing it down onto the floor. Jeff was cackling, Ben smiling as you scowled at him, his dark eyes bright against the re-appearing glow of the TV as it suddenly switched back on. “Fucker.” You growled. They both just chuckled, grabbing their controllers again and restarting the game where it left off. “Now, either come sit down, or your phone explodes next.” The elf chitted, patting the spot on the sofa next to him teasingly.
Swearing, you sat back down, shoving your phone onto the coffee table in front of you and begrudgingly refocusing on the bright game, Jeff now taking the lead. The race was quick, Ben coming out on top in the end and sending the pale killer to call for another round, to which you responded with a groan. “Sit tight, gonna grab a drink.” The dark-headed man huffed, tossing the controller onto your lap and heading off into the kitchen, the little device buzzing and lighting up every time Ben clicked on his own. It was a weird sensation, the vibrations tickling your skin as you watched the screen, Ben focused on readying a match again. “This thing vibrates?” You laughed, pushing around the joysticks and smiling when the device buzzed deep as the car engines on the screen revved. Ben smiled, teasingly nudging your arm as he sat back into the cushion, resting his on controller on his leg. “Yeah, not as good as yours though.” He teasingly glared.
You cringed, Ben’s perverted little mouth taking over as he snickered, your face growing hot. “Not funny.” You hissed, shoving the controller off of your lap and onto Jeff’s empty seat, the little buzzing seeming a lot less cute now. The room was awkward now, at least on your end, but Ben just kept laughing, even as Jeff reemerged from the kitchen and plopped back down onto the sofa, giving you both a questioning look before readjusting as you shook your head.
The boys started up again, you now keenly aware of just how much they were touching you. Thighs pressed side by side, shoulders nudging, Ben’s hands moving the controller down just a little too close to your scrunched-up legs as he raced; his comment had made you very agitated, your mind swirling the comment every time you heard the deep vibration of the little devices. Ben noticed, or at least, pretended like he wasn’t planning it all along. The elf had used his comment wisely, pushing you just the right amount into uncomfortable just to get your blood flowing, but not pushing you away. Truth was, he knew it was personal, knew all too well from the small hum of your vibrator through his walls, your little huffs and whines pushing through the wood and right into his pointed ears. He liked those nights, the nights where he could secretly send his influence and make the vibrator speed up suddenly, the hum becoming louder as your little voice followed, forcing you into an orgasm that he secretly caused. It was his favorite thing, pushing you, unknowingly under his whim. But now, he had the chance to actually pursue it, pursue you.
Jeff was your friend, he was the whole reason you were down here. He had nonchalantly pleaded with you to be their little witness and sit in on the game, and Ben knew if he wanted to get to you, you’d need Jeff there to accompany the ride. You two weren’t lovers, but Ben accepted the fact that if he wanted to make his fantasies a reality, he was going to have to share. If only for tonight. This rang true even as he subtly pressed his thigh closer against yours, but you instinctually slid your legs closer to Jeff, your weight slowly shifting onto his shoulder as he shifted with you. Ben side-eyed hard, quietly nagging himself as he lost track of what he was doing and slipped off the map. Jeff howled, playfully slapping your leg and teasing the elf about paying attention. But he was done with this game, his focus had left that screen and was now locked onto you, along with his subtle jealousy that struck as you nestled against Jeff even further.
“You get any closer to him you’ll be sitting on his dick.” Ben mocked, flicking the game off with a little twitch of his finger and letting the bright TV glow illuminate your already flushed face. You gawked at him, brows furrowed as your face grew hot, looking at Jeff as he just laughed. “What the fuck, man?” The killer half laughed half cringed, glancing at you but tossing the controller onto the coffee table to avoid the awkwardness of being pressed against you now. You read it, shifting off of him as Ben moved to face you, crossing his arms with a sour look. “No, go ahead [Y/N], show Jeff how bad you want it. Y’know, since apparently I’m not funny anymore.” He grilled, nudging you closer to Jeff until you literally had to push your hands against his chest to stop the elf from climbing on top of you. Jeff didn’t think it was funny anymore either, shoving Ben’s shoulder and telling him to chill out as he pressed further, grabbing the controller off of the couch and shoving your back down against the killer’s legs awkwardly. “I’ll just do it myself then.”
Ben was shoving himself between your legs now, pressing your thighs open and forcing his hands between as Jeff tried to adjust, trying to pull you up but being forced behind you as the elf pushed down. “Ben. What the hell are you doing?” He was blushing, despite his aggressive gaze now the killer was stunned, and Ben could see it. His hands pushed deeper, a twitch of his eyebrow all it took to send the little device in his hand roaring, a deep rumbling sounding as he pushed it closer to your clothed cunt. You panicked, reaching down to stop Ben but the controller was already whirring against your shorts, sending your back arching off of Jeff’s legs and the blonde smiling wickedly. “May not be fun, but you sure do seem to enjoy yourself a lot because of me.”
“Wha-“ You gasped, clawing back into Jeff’s jeans as he watched, unable to help as his face grew hot, eyes flickering across the scene. You tried to sit up, but Jeff’s hands were on you now, wrapping under your arms and hauling you between his legs, letting Ben work the controller’s handle against your clothed clit as his hands rubbed your body. This was embarrassing, you squirming and writhing against the feeling of the device harshly vibrating against you, the power a direct reflection of Ben’s emotions. It was hard and rough, your gasps and writhing groans making Ben all the more excited as he looked up at Jeff, his expression conflicted between discomforted and getting terribly turned on. “Go on, Jeffrey. Get on with it or leave, either way, I’m making her cum.” You hissed, jerking as the controller handle nudged hard onto your clit, reaching to grab Jeff’s arms that were wrapped around you, clawing into them for some relief.
The killer was conflicted, breathing heavily above you as he watched you come apart, hips jerking with every shove Ben gave of the device. “She said we should break our tie some other way. I say we just found the perfect solution.” The elf smirked. Jeff didn’t particularly know what he was doing, but Ben’s glare and your desperate eyes burning into the killer clicked something, all of his embarrassment washing out as he slid his hands up your shirt, a satisfied chuckle ringing from the blond. “Atta boy.” You were shifting, trying to pry Jeff's hands off as he tugged up your shirt over your bra, body tense as you felt Ben’s fingers slip under your shorts, too. “Guys- Wait-” But they weren't listening, didn’t care to anyway as they hauled your clothes off of your body, sharing hungry looks between the other as your bare skin felt hot and sticky against their rough hands. It was addicting.
Jeff had never particularly thought of you in that way, always seeing you as some stability that he could rely on, but never something he found he desired. You were pretty, beautiful even, but there was always this tension he couldn’t get past. He realized it now though, as he tugged your bra off of your tits and slid the fabric over your head, he knew that tension was just his buried frustration about you. He was never good with emotions anyway, especially his own. “Fuck…” He groaned as he palmed your flesh, your hard nipples satisfying to roll between the pads of his fingers. Goosebumps rose against your skin as your panties were pulled off of your ankles, and tossed aside as Ben reached for the controller again, the familiar buzzing desperately guiding you to shut your legs, but the elf’s hands were already prying them open. They were both chuckling, their hands palmed down hard all over your skin as Ben pressed the handle back to your clit, the bare contact sending your back shooting off of Jeff’s lap with a groan. The vibration was horrible now, squelching and rubbing shakily as your cunt ached, arousal building and clawing its way through. Ben’s eyes were locked on you, gauging your every reaction and slightly contorting the intensity of the device to tug cute little whines from your lips, his bulge growing annoying fast against you.
Jeff was too, his jeans becoming tight against your back as he pulled your nipples up, massaging your tits until you were clawing at his arms, whining for him to be easier. He wouldn’t, it just wasn’t his style, wasn’t what he craved. “Feel good, princess?” Ben hissed, nudging his hips under your thighs and letting his bulge rut against your bare ass, his sweatpants rough against your bare skin. Jeff groaned, rolling his eyes and he pulled you up, positioning under you and letting your back rest against his chest, his hips jerking his bulge against the small of your back. “Princess? Really?” He scoffed, reaching his hand to tug your chin to the side, giving him access to your neck and pecking at the hot skin. Ben glared, the aggression between the two shows in their actions as the controller upped its intensity, handle buzzing hard against your swollen clit, sending you sobbing. Jeff answered with a tight tug of your jaw, biting into the side of your neck just enough to make you panic. They were competing, trying to see who could better stake their claim. You cursed yourself mentally for letting yourself be their solution.
“Well, princess? Answer me, c’mon.” Ben smiled, ignoring the pale killer and letting his hands splay on your waist, your legs wrapped around his waist as he worked the controller in small motions, contorting your clit desperately. You felt like you couldn’t get a stable breath, let alone speak, but the boys listened expectantly, Jeff’s breathing hot against the crook of your neck as he licked against the welts he had created. “I think- Ah- I think I’m close-” You craned, moaning as Ben slid his opposite hand down, running his fingers through the slick between your folds, spreading your arousal against your inner thighs. You groaned as he nudged his fingers into your cunt, spreading the digits against your clenching entrance and pushing his knuckles deeper. You craned, spreading your thighs at the relief of his fingers pushing against your walls, giving good relief to the vibration of the controller still heavy on your throbbing clit. You moaned heartily, jaw hanging open as you threw your head back against Jeff’s shoulder, his fingers quick to press from your jaw and find their way into your lips, pinching at your tongue.
Closing your eyes, you sucked on the digits, letting Ben work his fingers deep into your cunt and tug your arousal further, Jeff gasping as you slid your tongue desperately. They were both watching, lost in the way your face looked flushed and sweaty, your hair clinging to your face and tears pricking against your eyelids. They were groaning, rutting their clothed cocks against your body until your skin felt raw, arching into the way the controller pulsed against you now, jutting your hips. Popping Jeff’s fingers out of your mouth, you cried out, cunt clenching and throbbing as Ben twisted his knuckles up into the gumminess of your walls. “Oh God- ‘Mm cummin- Ben-” You babbled, the boys adjusting quickly under you and prodding and pulling however they could, aiming to see who could nudge you over that last edge. Jeff’s teeth locked against the side of your jaw, his grunts loud in your ear as he twisted your nipples, hauling your orgasm to come crashing into you. “There you go babygirl, cum on his fingers,” Jeff grunted, licking your cheek as the deep red spot grew against your skin, your hands clasping against his arms as he hugged them around you. You were rolling your hips, chasing Ben’s fingers as he slowly pumped them out of you, gathering your slick and spreading it across your sensitive folds, eyes heavy on you. The controller’s rumbling died out, the handle glistening with your arousal and tossed to the side, the elf’s hands hooking around your waist and hauling you closer on his hips. “Good job, princess…”
Ben leaned forward, steadying his weight on top of you as he pressed a kiss against your swollen lips, his tongue pushing itself into your mouth. You whined, sucking on his tongue and panting against his skin as you kissed him sloppily, slobber spreading across your skin. Jeff grumbled, wrapping his arms tighter around your chest and nudging his head into the crook of your neck, kissing against your ear and licking stripes against your shoulder. Even as they were pleasing you, their focus was on each other, their hands pushing against the other’s shoulder or nudging their knees out of the way; it was possessive and mean, you trapped right in the middle. Jeff popped off your neck, shoving Ben’s face off of yours as the blond’s hand wrapped in the killer’s messy hair and tugged him away from you, their growls echoing above you as they glared. You were still dazed, cunt still throbbing from your orgasm as Jeff hauled you up, pushing his back against the couch and setting you onto his lap, right on top of his bulge. “My turn.” He grit, a low rumble in his chest as he forcefully knots your hips down onto the swell in his jeans, Ben fussing in his ear but moving in front of you all the same.
Even through their arguing they worked together, Ben helping to tug your hips up as Jeff reached around to unclasp his belt, letting his cock fling out of his jeans and rest against your soppy cunt. You hissed, the pale killer shifting his hips to let his length spread between your folds, your previous orgasm spreading across his cock. “I’ll fuck ya like you deserve, babygirl. Not with some fuckin’ Nintendo controller.” Ben glared, kneeling between Jeff's legs and pressing close to your cunt, fingers nudging against your tired clit, hauling your body back to life. Jeff positioned, nudging his cock head against your entrance, but your hands flung down, pushing both of them away. “If you two can’t act right, you’re not gonna be doing anything. Jesus, you can’t even fuck without arguing.” You spoke between pants, glaring at the two of them as they sat stunned, looking at the other. “Fine.” Jeff grit, rolling his eyes as he hooked his hands under your knees again, hauling them back and up to spread your cunt wide. You hissed, leaning back against him as Ben repositioned, swiping your hands away and nudging his thumb back onto your clit.
Jeff rested his chin on your shoulder, breathing in your scent as he gripped his cock, nudging the head back against your entrance, flicking against your wetness. You rolled your hips, trying to get him to press in but Ben’s fingers tugged your clit up, making your hips follow with a whine. Jeff grumbled, tugging your legs back further and eventually nudging his hips up to connect with your entrance, slowly pushing in as you stretched around him. “Oh- Oh, my-” You mewled, throwing your head back to rest against the killer’s shoulder, reaching forward to grip Ben’s shoulders for stability as he pressed in. The elf gleamed, letting his hands wrap around your thighs as he pressed forward, pressing his tongue against your clit. You whined, shock writhing as Jeff shifted his hips up, letting the head of his cock nudge deep inside of you and stretch your walls thin, his grunts strained against your shoulder. Ben lapped at your folds, sucking your clit generously as Jeff bottomed out, letting your cunt rest on his balls as he pulsed inside of you, your eyes fluttering shut at the fullness. “Get your fuckin’ tongue off my dick, elf.” The killer grit, cringing at the feeling of Ben’s warm tongue lapping at the base of his dick as he focused on soaking in the taste of your swollen clit. He chuckled, popping off of the swollen nub and replacing it with his thumb, rubbing small circles and looking into the other’s wide eyes. “Be nice, remember?” He teased, pressing his face back in and sucking on your clit, careless to Jeff’s curses every time his tongue passed over the salty taste of the killer’s cock nestled inside of you.
Grunting, Jeff got over it, hauling your legs higher and pulling them further apart, sighing at the stretch of your walls around him as you throbbed. He twisted his hips up, pressing his feet into the hardwood floor and pushing his cock up into your cunt, thrusting slowly as Ben worked your clit. “Shit…” He sighed, rolling his hips back down before pulsing back up. You moaned deep, hands messing up into Ben’s hair and tugging him closer as he swiped his tongue through your folds, practically trying to push the muscle into your entrance as well. Jeff kissed your shoulder, whispering unheard words as the sound of squelching and slapping filled the room, your cunt soaked and crying with pleasure every time the cock inside you pushed against your walls. “Tastes so good, ohmygods-” Ben clenched, grunting as you tugged his face back against your cunt the moment he let off, pushing his tongue back against your folds. He smiled against you, pushing his tongue up into the leftover space of your soaked cunt along with Jeff’s cock, lapping up every ounce of arousal that spilt onto his chin, fingers pulling your wet lips apart. The killer whined a ragged noise as the pressure of your cunt grew, strangling his length as the tongue felt so nice against the underside of his cock. He dug his nails into the underside of your knees, turning his face to catch your lips with his own as you moaned, gasping into his mouth. The noises you made were so pretty, muffled so nicely against his tongue as he wrapped it with yours.
It was all so messy. Spit running down Ben’s chin, Jeff panting and moaning into your mouth the harder he thrust, your whines sobbed between kisses. Everything was so overwhelming, your cunt being pushed and stretched further than you could really handle. “So tight, baby. Jesus, you’re squeezin’ me awful.” Jeff growled against your swollen lips, biting the plump flesh and tugging his cock out all the way to the head just to thrust right back up again. Ben hummed again your cunt, swallowing you and relishing in the taste, begging for more as Jeff’s cock pushed more out, soaking his tongue. “Hurry up and cum, Jeffrey… My turn…” He mumbled against your puffy lips clenching around his lips so nicely, flicking his tongue against your clit again to force you into an orgasm. His cock hurt against his boxers, pushing desperately to get inside of you as he watched Jeff’s schlick in and out raggedly, glossy with your wetness. He reached down, undoing his sweatpant strings and pushing the waistband below his balls, quickly fisting his cock and jerking, precum dribbling down the length. “Fuck off…” Jeff grit, groaning as your entrance pulsed around him when he angled his hips forward. Ben rolled his eyes, standing up and pushing between your legs, cock in hand as he nudges himself down. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Pressing a knee into the space between Jeff’s spread legs, Ben pushes the head of his cock between your spread folds, every bounce of your hips down onto Jeff’s cock forcing the blond’s cockhead to nudge against your clit, making you whine. Ben cursed, your slick gliding across the underside of his length and rubbing him as he reached to grip your tits, massaging the mounds as Jeff glared.
The stimulation was too much, cunt overwhelmed as Jeff thrust harder, trying desperately to prove you could cum without the elf’s help. He let go of your legs, wrapping his arms around your waist and digging his face into your neck, biting down. You cried, hands pressed against his arms and clawing at his skin, legs curling around Ben’s waist as you sobbed, cunt aching and all too sensitive. Skin slapped loudly, juices squelching, and messy slobber hanging on your lips, babbling. You swelled, cockhead still against your clit and nudging you to an orgasm, rolling your eyes back as Jeff clenched his teeth into your skin, groaning his own. He didn’t slow down though, hips pulsing just as fast as he spilt into you, syrupy walls clenching tightly around the girth and milking him, pulsing with every twitch inside. “Jesus…” Ben gasped, fisting his cock as he watched your face flush, heavy eyes zoning out as you felt light, rolling your hips lazily to ride out your orgasm. “Fuck babygirl… What the fuck…” He groaned, lapping at the swollen skin that was forming from his bite, kissing your shoulder until he was focused enough to slip his soaked cock out of your cunt.
Ben was quick to move, desperately tugging you up and twisting you around, knowing you didn’t have good enough strength to sit up anymore. Panting and still hazed, you dug your knees into the couch, straddling Jeff as you pressed your chest against his, hiding your face into his shoulder. Ben nudged behind you, tugging your hips back to meet his and groping at your ass, pulling the skin apart to see your soaked cunt. “Just one more, yeah princess?” Ben huffed, fisting his cock lazily as he pressed the tip between your folds, the warmth already tugging him closer. You sobbed, gripping Jeff’s shoulders and tugging at his hoodie as you nodded, arching gently as Ben slipped his head in.
Your cunt was so warm, so goopy and swollen from your orgasm, but constricting around Ben’s cock just right. Jeff’s cum threatened to leak out, dropping down but Ben caught it with his head, pushing it back into your entrance with a smile. He growled, his left hand holding his hoodie up to his chest while his right gripped onto your hip, nails digging in. Jeff reached around, wrapping his around your back as he kissed your cheek, watching closely as Ben sunk in. “Easy, you fuckin’ pixel bitch,” Jeff warned, reaching down to grip your ass, tugging the mounds in his rough hands as the blond scoffed. “She can take it.” He snapped his hips.
Now, Ben wasn’t as large as Jeff, but he knew how to sway his thrusts just right to make you fall apart. Placing a hand on the small of your back, he pushed down, forcing you to arch as he thrust up into your soppy walls, your cries loud and ragged against Jeff’s shoulder. “Plea- Please- Jesus-” You cried, reaching your hands to grip into Jeff’s messy hair, each snap of Ben’s hips jolting you forward with a slap. Jeff’s arms tensed around you, groaning as he soaked up your cries, cock fluttering to life again underneath. You leaned back, babbling something unheard as you connected your lips with Jeff’s moaning desperately into his mouth, Ben gritting as he snapped upwards into your walls. Reaching forward, the blond tangled his fist into the back of your hair, gripping tight and tugging a chunk back, snapping your head back as you cried.
The elf was overwhelmed, a whining and grunting mess as his hips jolted, slapping loudly into yours as he tugged your hair. He leaned forward, forcing your face to turn as he pecked at your wet lips, brows knit as he continued his pace. Ben was shaking, lost in the warmth and wetness as he slammed in without any sense of coordination, you whimpering against his lips. Jeff growled, gripping your jaw and forcing you back to his lips, a little desperate game of possession starting up. Every few thrusts, the lips you were on would change, the two passing you between them as Jeff snaked a hand along your stomach, reaching to rub at your clit as he licked at your lips. You whined, hips jerking to meet the sensation as Ben tugged your head back to his, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You felt dizzy, position changing so often that you felt like you were spinning as your jaw was dragged back to another pair of lips.
Fed up, you reached behind you, dragging Ben’s head closer as Jeff invaded your mouth, pressing the blond’s lips against yours as well. They both grunted, both tongues slipping into your mouth and fighting for more space, Ben’s thrusts becoming shallow and lazy as he tugged at your swollen lips. Slobber ran and mixed, whines and pants flowing into each other’s mouths as they both shared you, both dragged you onto another orgasm as Jeff’s fingers pinched your clit, Ben’s cock shoving itself deeper when he tugged your hair hard enough to make you cry.
The boys were groaning, moaning against your lips as you came, drinking in your sounds as Ben bottomed out, letting you drag him along as well. Ben let off, his head dropping down against your shoulder as he came deep into your cunt, mixing his cum with Jeff’s, his fists gripping your hips tight and tugging you back further onto him. You pawed at Jeff’s chest, his muscles heaving with every breath as he held you, watching with wide eyes as you gasped through your orgasm, jaw hanging slack and eyes rolling back gently. “So good, babygirl. Look so good like this.” He smiled, gazing at Ben whose face was clenched tight, spilling what was left of his seed and tugging out, watching as your red lips swelled around his head. All of you were sweaty and hot, the TV glow reflecting bright against your red faces and hair clinging to your skin. Pants and grunts followed as you all plopped onto the couch, Jeff holding you as Ben lay on the opposite end, admiring your drenched cunt slowly leaking the mixed cum.
Ben felt so content, so good watching you slowly drift in Jeff’s arms, the killer glancing at him and nodding his head, beckoning for him to come closer. “You look good too. I guess.” Jeff huffed as Ben crawled over, the elf laughing as he awkwardly slid under you, your body crammed between the two as they held you. “So, princess. Who’s the winner?” Ben smiled against your ear, smirking at Jeff as you groaned, glancing through heavy eyes.
“Couldn’t decide. Might need a couple more tries to figure it out.” You mumbled quietly against Jeff’s shoulder, closing your eyes and not thinking anything of the comment as your tired body took over. The boys, however, smiled at each other, rummaging around and positioning you snugly between them. “Good idea.” Jeff smiled, gripping under your knees and pushing them apart, each thigh spread over either boy’s waist. You stirred again, eyes shooting open as Jeff reached around to shove his fingers between your folds, pressing them inside achingly quickly. Ben followed, nudging his face into your neck and kissing the skin as his hands gripped your tits, massaging your arousal back to life. Whining, you gave in, reaching around to grip both of their heads closer to yours as you moaned, their fingers ravaging.
Maybe you could teach them to share, maybe even then you could teach them to be nice…
‘forever is in your eyes, but forever ain’t half the time’
sum: after being stranded in the middle of a snow storm, you’re forced to take shelter with masky, hoodie, and toby. you need to stay warm, by any means necessary
tw:SMUT, FILTHY, LONG, AGGRESSIVE SMUT, foursome kinda? idk?, sub!reader, soft dom!masky, hard dom!hoodie, sub!toby, gun play, overstimulation, exhibitionism, lowkey throat fucking, praise, humiliation, power dynamics lowkey do be in place
a/n: FOR ALL OF MY OG HITCHHIKER BABIES <3
“But I don’t wanna wear gloves!”
“Toby if you don’t wear gloves, your fingers are gonna fall off.”
Masky’s voice was hoarse, his patience thinning the longer he walked. Not even a fresh cigarette could make this situation any better. Only some shit like this would happen to him.
On the way back from an assignment the car ran out of gas, courtesy of allowing Hoodie to drive for more than five minutes. Now with the tank on E, the four of you were stranded in the middle of no where. Snow fell from the sky, coating each of you more and more by the second. Hoodie seemed perfectly content with his offense, minus the occasional shiver. Toby couldn’t comprehend the need to wear so many layers, the kid practically fighting for the right to freeze to death. Masky found himself silently regretting his choice of a mask, his gaze landing on you.
Normally he discounted your presence, you being the newest member of the group. But he’d be lying to himself if he shrugged you off. Although you had only been around for a few years now, for such a tiny little thing you sure pulled your weight. He never thought much of you at first, your small stature and loud mouth telling him everything he could ever want to know. But over the years of enslavement together you simmered down, sometimes more quiet than Hoodie. Masky could deal with his silence, having been dragged into this shit show by his hand.
But you? He couldn’t handle it.
His dark gaze landed on you, looming over your shaking form like a dark cloud. You always wore skimpy clothing, even if not practical. This happened to be one of those times, your skirt riding up your thighs and knee high socks failing to conceal the goosebumps that littered your skin. “Cold, kid?” Masky asked, ignoring his own shaky fingertips as he took a drag of his cigarette. The four of you had been hiking for what felt like hours, more and more of your limbs becoming numb by the second. “T-Told ya life wasn’t a f-fashion show,” Toby chimed in, clearly enjoying the weather.
“Can it, you ticking time bomb,” Masky interjected, frowning. He noted the way you avoided his gaze, as if you were afraid of judgment. But why? You had never given a shit about his opinion before. He grunted to himself as he shrugged off his signature mustard jacket, forcefully shoving it on your shoulders.
“But you’ll freeze-”
“Put it on and don’t bitch about it.”
His voice was stern and full of authority, threatening you to question it. His mask hid his satisfied expression as he watched you put it on. “Any plans here boss? Or do we plan on camping out here?” Hoodie asked sarcastically. It was in moments like these Masky was thankful the two of them wore mask, his distain written all over his face. “We just need to keep heading south like boss ordered,” Masky huffed, blowing cigarette smoke out into the cold night air. Tensions were arising quickly, the freezing cold fizzling out any trust that had been formed.
“Head south? Are you on crack or delusional? Toby’s fingers are so frost bitten they’re about to snap off and the kid is so fuckin cold i’m surprised she’s able to stand at all,” Hoodie barked, his words laced with venom. Masky didn’t like to go off schedule. He didn’t like to piss off The Operator. If it were him and him alone, he’d continue walking south until he either made it or The Operator himself found him. However, as his eyes raked in the sight of his companions, he realized Hoodie was right.
“Fine, we’ll have a sleepover. Follow me. I saw smoke over this way,” Masky agreed reluctantly, tossing his cigarette bud carelessly onto the ground. Toby began to yap about Masky being a litter bug, earning him a knock upside the head from Hoodie. The silent proxy gritted his teeth, annoyed with Masky neglecting to tend to them sooner.
“You saw signs of civilization and just now told us? How long would you have let us walk before we fuckin froze to death?” Hoodie questioned, his gaze so deadly Masky could feel holes burning into his back. You awkwardly tugged his jacket closer to you, your breath shallow. “He’s k-kinda right, kinda an asshole move,” You said softly, completely exhausted from marching in a borderline snow storm. Masky’s gaze softened for a moment, before noticing Toby had taken off his gloves. “We need to get going before this dipshit loses his fingers,” Masky grumbled, shrugging off the issue at hand. The three of you trailed behind him, satisfaction washing over you as a cabin came into sight.
You weren’t an advocate for death, but you quite literally would’ve killed someone for a warm spot in that cabin. The four of you burst inside, scanning the room for any sign of human life. None of you could deny your eagerness to be warm. A small fire crackled in the background in the fireplace, providing a soft orange glow to the room. Masky gestured Toby to follow him upstairs, leaving you and Hoodie to scope out the remainder of the first floor. “Any guesses on why it’s abandoned like this?” You asked the taller proxy, avoiding his lingering gaze. Hoodie tended to be a bit unsettling sometimes, whether he meant to be or not.
“My guess? Some rich couple cut their honeymoon short and hauled ass once they saw the forecast,” Hoodie said blandly, shrugging off his ski mask. It had been a while since you had seen his face, his stubble grown out more than you could remember. “Good for us then,” You mumbled, averting your eyes. You stared at the ground so much you tended to forget what your fellow proxies faces looked like. Footsteps trampling down the stairs regained your attention, your head snapping in the direction. “Good news, place is ours. Bad news, the only heat source is that lovely fireplace right there,” Masky said, sitting down in front of the small couch. The three of you followed his lead, crowding around the tiny fireplace.
“This is your grand plan?” Hoodie questioned, his distrust visible on his face with his mask off. Masky fought the urge to light another cigarette, bringing his knees to his chest. “The fireplace as well as our body heat is enough to survive. Unless you have a better idea, be quiet,” Masky replied dryly. Toby took the opportunity to lay his head in your lap, a place he had been time and time again. You had taken on this role long ago, stroking his chestnut hair until the unpredictable ticking time bomb fell asleep. Tonight was no exception, even as you settled in next to Masky.
You ignored the ever growing tension that sprouted with each second as your arms touched, the smell of his cologne mixed with tobacco flooding your nostrils. Tensions were ever growing as your arm brushed against his, your energies so magnetic it made you unmistakably nervous. Nervous. You never felt nervous in any other situation. But around Masky? Especially close like this? You might as well have been a flirty high school girl. Hoodie ignored the three of you, jumping over the arm of the couch and making himself comfortable. He was always reserved like that, refusing to touch any of you unless he was back handing Toby. The couch squeaked under his weight, the squeaks continuing until the older proxy got settled.
You continued to play with Toby’s hair, swirling your fingers around his scalp. “Warm enough kid?” Masky asked, his voice more rough than usual. You tried to avoid staring, noticing him taking off his mask out of the corner of your eye. You wanted nothing more than to soak in his features, especially since his mask was practically glued to his face a majority of the time. Instead you forced yourself gaze to remain forward, watching the fire flicker. “I suppose,” You mumbled, catching a knot in Toby’s hair. You refrained from cringing as you brushed it through with your fingers, thankful he couldn’t feel pain as he slept soundly. The sound of Hoodie’s soft snores put Masky a little more at ease, his next words something he wouldn’t admit to the other two men next to you.
“You were right about earlier. I was an asshole, I should’ve had us head here to begin with,” Masky admitted timidly. He didn’t like being the leader, that role automatically assigned to him like it was his birth right. What he didn’t like even more than that, was admitting that he was wrong. He expected ridicule, which he would’ve gotten if you were Hoodie or Toby. But instead you laid your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your cheek against the fabric of his sweater. “I know you were just trying to please The Operator,” You whispered. You continued playing with Toby’s hair, ensuring your hand didn’t stop. You glanced up in his direction, soaking in his thick eyebrows and awkward side burns. His chocolate eyes met yours unsurely, an eyebrow raising.
“What are you doing to me kid?” Masky grumbled, his own heart beginning to race. This was bad news, feeling this way towards you. But the orange glow against your skin had him reeling in his own skin. “You tell me boss,” You whispered back, edging your lips towards his. It caught you off guard that Masky made the first move, planting his lips against yours. His lips were as chapped as yours, his taste a recognized mixture of mint and cigarettes. You melted under his touch, eagerly kissing him back. He was intoxicating, his large hand slipping into your hair.
You could feel your core throbbing with desire, your cheeks flushing pink as you realized this. Being a proxy didn’t exactly equate a productive sex life, your body longing for the touch of another human. You couldn’t get enough of his lips, his desperation. It was just as passionate as yours, both of you longing for human compassion. You shuddered as his large hand slithered down to your thigh, your legs parting instantly. His cold fingertips trailed up your sensitive skin, tracing your skin teasingly. You held back a soft groan, Masky eager to hear you make sinful noise for him. He was so close to your core, your body shuddering at the idea-
“What the fuck are you two doing?”
Hoodies voice was sharp, abruptly interrupting your lustful daze. Love affairs between proxies was forbidden, a strict rule made clear to you by The Operator. While he gave the same speech to Kate, he knew that her feralness would unintentionally have her follow his rule to a T. You, however, were semi more mentally stable, with a knack for fashion and semi put together appearances. For the first time you saw panic across Masky’s eyes, causing you to clear your throat. “Sharing body warmth obviously, you cold Hoodie?” You asked, the lie leaving your lips before you had time to consider the repercussions. For a second you could’ve swore you saw a glimpse of Brian, a playful smirk crawling up his lips.
Your hand abandoned Toby’s hair, grabbing a handful of Hoodies coat to drag him closer to you. You managed to spare a moment of hesitation, dragging his lips to clash into yours. You were tense at first, unsure what the proxy would do. You were surprised to feel him meet your desperation all the same, the nagging realization of his similar loneliness crashing over you. Teeth clashed with teeth, his desperation resulting in a deeper kiss than you expected. You found yourself getting even more flushed, knowing Masky’s eyes were burning into yours. He took the opportunity to press his hand against your core, noting how damp your panties were already.
“You’re gonna wake the kid up,” Hoodie grunted, reluctant to pull away from your lips to begin with. Masky rubbed against your swollen slick, earning a small whimper from you. “I’m a-a-already up,” Toby said groggily, sitting up. You avoided his gaze as he soaked in the sinful sight in front him, Masky’s hand on your cunt and Hoodie’s lips mere centimeters from yours. You swallowed, your core throbbing at the idea of taking all three of them at once. After all, you had to convince yourself you weren’t lying. This entanglement was nothing more than an exchange of body heat, a way to keep warm.
Right?
You turned your head towards Toby swallowing nervously as you leaned forward to kiss him. It caught him off guard, his light grey cheeks forming a tint of pink as he matched your actions. Two sets of large hands rearranged you as you lost yourself into the kiss, your ass in the air as your skirt got flipped up. “Fuck,” Masky mumbled, his cold hand sending goosebumps across your skin. You could hear Hoodie moving on the couch, causing you to pull away from sucking on Toby’s bottom lip. The clinking of his belt fully caught your attention, your eyebrows raised. “Do you um, not wanna be warm?” You asked slowly. A pang of embarrassment shot through you, a creeping worry of his lack of desire for you arising. The taller proxy smirked, unzipping his jeans.
“I just wanna watch you get knocked down a few pegs, now go on and kiss Masky again,” Hoodie ordered, palming himself through his jeans. You turned to Masky, cheeks flushed red and heart pounding as you met his gaze. His pupils were blown with lust, his face in the softest state you had ever seen it. You met his lips eagerly, obeying Hoodies demand. Toby took the opportunity to come up behind you, his cold hands slipping under your shirt. Your hand slithered its way down to Masky’s crotch, palming his hard boner. You were satisfied to hear a small groan claw its way out of his throat, your lips eagerly swallowing it. You arched your back as Toby’s curious fingertips found their way to your breast, squeezing harshly at your perky nipples.
“N-No bra? You’re just d-d-dying to get fucked huh?” Toby snickered. Goosebumps trailed down your spine as you whimpered, nibbling on Masky’s bottom lip. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, soaking in his facial expression. “Let me suck you off,” You whispered, biting the inside of your cheek as Toby harshly twisted your left nipple. Masky seemed at a loss of words, something that rarely occurred to him. He looked over you, eyeing a mischievous Toby. “Hey kid, make yourself useful and let her ride your face,” He said, his words laced with authority. You couldn’t ignore the warmth that spread over you as Toby laid on his back, nuzzling himself between your knees.
“Sit back on his face princess,” Hoodie ordered, pulling his cock out of his boxers. Masky clenched his jaw, having momentarily forgotten Hoodie was even there. He watched your shaky hands fiddle with his belt, slowly lowering yourself onto Toby’s eager mouth. You nervously glanced down at the younger proxy, licking your dry lips. “You can uh, touch yourself you know, or something,” You offered unsurely, feeling him shove your panties to the side with his cold fingertips. Masky placed his hand on the back of your head, gently reminding you to focus. “He’ll figure it out kid, stop worryin’ so much,” Masky grumbled. You continued to focus on undressing him, whimpering as you felt Toby’s warm tongue dart in between your folds.
“This is taking way too fuckin long. Let’s speed things up shall we?” Hoodie asked, his cock already exposed and in hand. Your eyes widened as he took out his hand gun, clicking off the safety. “Get to sucking princess,” Hoodie barked. Toby continued to lap at your folds, his tongue messily flicking your clit. “Are you out of your goddamn mind? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Masky argued. His attention was diverted once you took him in your mouth, eagerly bobbing your head up and down on his hard cock. Hoodie smirked at your reaction, noting the way your thighs squeezed Toby’s head harder. “Look at her Mask. You think a girl like us isn’t into some freaky shit? Now shut up and enjoy it,” Hoodie snickered, stroking himself to the sight.
Toby was eager, his hand pumping his own shaft as he devoured your cunt. He couldn’t get enough of your taste, his soft groans muffled by your soaked folds. Your hips involuntarily grinded against his face, your own moans sending vibrations around Masky’s cock. The brunette tried to hide his own sinful noises, but you taking him to the base cancelled out any possibility of him being able to do so. His hand grabbed a handful of your hair, assertively guiding you up and down his cock. Hoodie couldn’t get enough of the sinful sight, your knees digging into the hard wood as you struggled to hold yourself up. He wouldn’t stop watching even if the world collapsed.
Meanwhile Masky was struggling to hold on, having spent years and years with his hand as his only companion. Your mouth was so warm and wet, your throat only making it harder to resist cumming right then and there. “Fuck kid, you’re gonna be the death of me,” He grunted, feeling your tongue swirl around his tip. Your eyes were already flooded with tears, your gaze meeting his as you deep throated him. It was embarrassing to Masky how fast he knew he was going to cum, your sweet face only bringing him closer to the edge. Hoodie noted this as well, noticing the way Masky’s hips began slowly stuttering. A sadistic thought came to mind, one that he knew would ensure a good time for every party involved.
Your orgasm was approaching quickly, your thighs squeezing Toby’s head so tightly you were almost worried about him. “Go on princess, that’s it. Ride Toby’s face like the good whore you are,” Hoodie purred, stroking himself. He enjoyed watching your micro expressions, your mannerisms. The way your eyebrows furrowed when Toby licked you just right. Masky momentarily pulled out of your mouth, craving to hear your moans. Your spare hand was tugging at Toby’s hair, whimpers clawing their way out of your throat. “Fuck, feels so good T-Toby-” You whined, tilting your head back. Precum and saliva covered your swollen lips, your gaze meeting Masky’s. “Can I cum? Fuck, please let me cum,” You whined, struggling to contain yourself. Masky smirked at your request, briefly giving Hoodie a cocky glance.
“Go on kid, cum for us,” He cooed. Words couldn’t describe the satisfaction he felt as you came on Tobys face, your eyes rolling back and legs shaking. You planned to get off, a click from Hoodies gun ripping you away from your ride of euphoria. “I didn’t tell you to get off, did I? Keep riding princess,” Hoodie barked. Toby was still as eager as ever, his mouth gratefully accepting you as you lowered back down onto him. He lapped at your slick, devouring your cum. “Nobody’s stopping until everyone cums. That’s only fair, isn’t it?” Hoodie asked mockingly. You rolled your tongue out across your bottom lip, presenting yourself for Masky to use. “Masky, please, let me taste you,” You pleaded, struggling to stay upright. The overstimulation was making your body twitch, the brunette quick to shove himself back in your mouth.
Something about this, watching you be overstimulated and cumming, drove Masky feral.
He was more aggressive this time, pulling your hair and forcing your jaw to go slack. You whined as you struggled to keep up, saliva trailing down the sides of your mouth. “Such a good hole for me to use, fuck,” Masky groaned. He could feel himself coming closer to his orgasm, his hips stuttering as he thrust one final time down your throat. His warm seed made you gag as you struggled to keep him in your mouth. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you gripped his thighs, swallowing him whole. He pulled out of your mouth, watching you gulp for air. You were so pretty like this, your face fucked out and sounds nothing more than incoherent babbles. You could hear Toby’s groans growing louder as well, your thighs squeezing around his head as he came on his stomach. The three of you were spent, Toby’s tongue momentarily coming yo a pause.
The sound of Hoodies gun clicking caught all three of your attention, the taller proxy not hiding his sadistic grin. “Not all of us have cum, have we?” He asked, sending a shiver of fear and arousal down your spine. “Keep sucking princess,” He barked. His gaze landed on Toby, whose eyes were barely visible from between your thighs.
“And keep eating her out kid, I wanna see her squirm.”
Summary: Your body hurt, heaving and clawing to escape. They were catching up, laughter echoing through the dense trees as you ran, praying for your stamina to hold. But you knew you weren’t fast enough, and so did they…
Fight or flight is described as an instinctual reaction that occurs when the body perceives a threat, rallying for survival. Psychologically, it changes you, gripping for any out or sense of security as it pushes its own comfortability. It’s primal, animalistic, and desperate; mind clawing for any serenity. Your mind and body were screaming, like every inch of your consciousness was being ripped apart the harder you fought. You wanted to cry and scream and get away, but they wouldn’t let you. They were going to make sure you lost this bet.
The ground was damp, mulch and rocks lodged into your knees as you clattered to the dirt, heaving for breath. You didn’t remember which direction you were trying to go, but it didn’t matter as you pushed your aching body up, lunging back into a sprint. Rain and fog blurred your senses, the stout smell of wet earth suffocating you with every labored gasp.
The woods felt like they went on forever, large pines and ominous maples cutting off your direction and forcing you into a maze, the schlick of mud under your shoes echoing with every quick step. You were soaked with sweat and rain, hair clinging annoyingly to your face and blocking your vision. Your clothes felt heavy on your skin, making it hard not to get overstimulated and tired. “Fuck-” You gasped, rounding a mound of roots to find a patch of brambles, head spinning and looking for another direction. The loud thumping of boots was heavy behind you, branches and leaves snapping as you heard hollers paired with eager laughter calling out your name, searching for you. There was no other direction. You hauled forward.
It was your fault, really. You roused them on, claiming stealth and agility were better tactics for a killer than brute force and power. The boys chuckled, arms crossed and stupid grins shining as they teased. It was always so odd to see them without their masks, especially in such good moods.
“Oh yeah? And who says that?” Masky poked at you, leaning back into the door of the rental truck you had all lived in for the past week. This mission was exhausting, another hitman job for the Operator that you really couldn’t bring yourself to be passionate about. The boys weren’t too thrilled either. Sleeping cramped into a single cab as the only girl was devastating. The smell of no showers and lack of proper meals was getting to you now, a two-day headache pounding at the base of your skull and making you nauseous. At least they let you have the back seat to yourself.
“Uh, says the one who’s gunned down more than both of you?” You scoffed, kicking some gravel from the campsite parking lot. “Don’t you ever notice how I’m the one having to pick off the stragglers when you two come in guns blazing? I swear, you two only think with your revolvers instead of your actual brains.”
Hoodie chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he leaned against the truck bed. “These brains don’t do much thinking anymore anyways.” You rolled your eyes, “Obviously.” Looking out across the field meant for hunting, a dense treeline hung just over the clearing as the sun began to set, deep oranges and pinks pushing through the leaves. You couldn’t remember what state you were in, somewhere north and cold, early autumn setting in as the breeze whipped against your cheeks. It was going to rain tonight, you could see it in the way the leaves upturned, the thick smell of distant downpours on the bark stirring in the air. “Just saying. I could outrun you both and still have the energy to take down someone. You two wouldn’t last a second without your precious little weapons strapped to your hip.”
The boys tensed, eyes narrowing as they looked at each other, a silent challenge welling up. “How about a game then? Put your little stealth tactic to the test.” Masky huffed, a stupid grin matching the eagerness in his eyes. Hoodie nodded along, pushing off the truck bed as he stepped closer, his boots crunching into the gravel.
“The woods out there. It’s only about fifty acres worth, but it’s dense. Good enough for hide and seek, huh?” Hoodie’s voice sounded a little more chipper than his usual monotonous one, laced with excitement and almost giddy. “We’ll give you ten minutes, put your money where your mouth is. If we can’t find you, we’ll buy you a hotel room for the rest of the trip.” You glared, heart thumping at the idea of finally getting a shower and some heat, fingers fidgeting at your sides. “But, when we catch you, and we will, who knows what we’ll ask for?” Masky shrugged cockily. “Guess we’ll be thinking about it while you’re runnin’.”
The boys pressed forward, shoulder to shoulder as they stared down at you, nauseating smiles making your heartache. You glanced back to the tree line. Crossing your arms, you rolled your eyes, stupidly accepting their bet. You were going to win, you knew you were, but all they could do was smile. “Ten minutes starts now, sweetheart.” Hoodie fiddled with his old-style military wristwatch, wiping the glass as he clicked some buttons to start a timer.
“So I just… start runni-”
“Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven…” You tensed, taking steps back before spinning on your heels, zipping your jacket up as you began to run, slipping into the trees.
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When you began to run, that’s when the excitement truly swept in.
The ten minutes had long passed, your feet carrying you deep into an unfamiliar forest where every tree looked the same. But you had to keep going, if for nothing else, then to create distance.
It was getting too dark to see, the sun hanging low on the horizon and dense night setting in. The silhouettes of trees stretched ahead, endless in every direction. There was no trail or path to follow, only the thick underbrush and ferns that whipped at your legs as you ran, branches scratching your skin. You had no clue where you were going.
The rain had begun as well, thick droplets soaking your clothes and face, making your hair cling to your skin. Your legs burned, muscles tensing as you dodged trees, mud clinging to your shoes the further you went, your breath already quickening. When you reached a small clearing, you paused, catching your breath as you searched the shadows, listening intently for any signs of movement. Nothing caught your attention besides the heavy patterns of rainfall, leaves, and branches whipping in the wind as you set off again, catching your pace.
Adrenaline couldn’t differentiate this from real danger. You dealt with these boys every day, watching how they worked and killed, studying their every move. But now that you were on the other side of the fight, there was no clue just how real they were going to make it. You knew they wouldn’t kill you. They were all for bets, but they weren’t sore losers. They might catch you, they might hurt you, but they wouldn’t kill you. And, somehow, that excited you.
There was something so rousing about playing the victim for once. It made you feel vulnerable and small, but oh did it make you desperate.
Climbing over a fallen pine and sliding down the short ridge beyond it, you crouched close to the ground, pressing close to the roots and bushes as you caught your breath again. You had to think one step ahead, had to conserve your energy; any chance for a break was a good one. They wanted a chance, so you’d give them a chase. But you had to be smart too.
Snap.
You froze, slow breaths shaking as the condensation fogged at your mouth. You clenched close to the ground, careful not to move as you heard the thumps of boots more clearly now, a matching pair. You clenched your jaw, bracing your hands against the side of a tree as their voices grew too.
“Come on, little mouse,” Masky called out, the giddiness in his voice making you cringe. “You’re not very good at hiding your tracks.” Shit. The rainfall had roused the ground with mud, your imprints being left everywhere and leading right to where you crouched. You had to move.
Rain and sweat dripped off your nose, teeth clenched as you shook, the cold breeze cutting against your skin. Your pupils blew wide as you scanned the ground, snaking your body up quietly as you took eager steps in the opposite direction of the boys. The mud squelched, your body aching as you pushed off the tree, steadying your pace back into a jog to not make too much noise. You heaved, letting your pace grow the further you got, the small steps turning into a desperate sprint as you whipped through the trees, the wind burning your cheeks raw. You were panting, sucking deep breaths of air, and fighting against the strain in your chest.
“There!” You cursed, Hoodie’s voice ringing through the trees as you sprinted, fists clenched as you dug your feet into the ground. In your attempt to get away, you had done exactly what you wanted to avoid, catching their attention. You heard the sound of their boots taking heavy steps in the distance, far enough but definitely still too close for comfort. Your heart thumped, adrenaline pumping. You tried to look back, to gauge just how far they were, just how fast you needed to run. You couldn’t see when your ankle snapped against a root popped from the ground, flinging your body down.
The ground was damp, mulch and rocks lodged into your knees as you clattered to the dirt, heaving for breath. You didn’t remember which direction you were trying to go, but it didn’t matter as you pushed your aching body up, lunging back into a sprint. Rain and fog blurred your senses, the stout smell of wet earth suffocating you with every labored gasp. You groaned, palms and clothes covered in mud and grass, your chest aching from the abrupt contact. The boys howled with excitement, their chanting and loud laughs making you nervous, and desperate to get away. The worst part, however, was the fact they had now put on their masks.
The three of you had grown comfortable, there was no desire to cover their faces around each other, saving the covers for jobs. But now, the stupid masks were snugged on, concealing their expression and making this situation all the more terrifying. Now, you realize they saw you as a job, a mission to catch and take, no longer just a little game. You wanted to cry, the anger shooting through your veins as you ran, heaving for air and distance, your brain screaming to get away. They were going to catch you.
You were so used to being on the other side. You were the one chasing, the one seizing runaways. But, something about being the one having to get away, the thought of you fighting within an inch of your life against your friends. It got you stirred in the worst kind of way.
You sprinted, half-running half-sliding down the steepening slope, your shoes catching on vines and mud as you went. You had no clue where you were going or why the terrain was suddenly changing, but you continued to press forward, feet flinging out from under you as you sprinted. The slope picked up, rocks and thicker soil breaking under your steps, clattering down the side of the hill you were pressing down, leaning back to claw into the mud as you lost your footing, pummeling down. Your foot caught on a root, hauling your shoe off your foot and snapping your body with it.
You met the clearing at the bottom face-first.
You landed hard, a thick stream of water splashing against your face as you gasped. The air knocked from your lungs, rolling onto your back as the water flowed around you, the tiny stream picking up from the rain. Rocks and moss stuck to your clothes, your teeth grit as your chest ached. You had to get up, you had to keep running.
But the chuckles from above you made you whine, footsteps crunching down the muddy slope as they paced just out of your sight. “Aww, think before you run. Don’t go panicking now.” You could hear the smile in Hoodie’s voice despite your dizziness.
Out of pure adrenaline, you shoved yourself up, looking towards the slope, but finding nothing there. You spun on your heels, surveying the trees and sides of the hill, nothing sticking out. You hissed, looking down towards your hands as dirt sunk into the cuts, your palms torn and bleeding down your wrists, mixing with the rain. Your socks were soaked with mud, your feet aching and pounding with pain as your foot had been welted raw. But you couldn’t find them. For how large and annoying they were, you couldn't find them. You had to keep moving.
Turning away from the slope, you dug your heels in, pushing away from the stream. It was hard to focus, hard to keep your mind from spinning as you clawed, legs burning every step they ran. Your head felt light, too nauseated to notice the flash of yellow in your direction.
A hand seized around your throat from behind, the other gripping into your hair as you cried out. You flung, fighting back against the tight grasp Masky held, kicking your knees. How the hell had he gotten to you? You swung your arms, reaching back to claw at the fists wrapped around you, elbow flying back to make contact with his ribs.
Masky gasped, grunting heavily as how grip loosened, reaching for his side. You slammed back hard, taking the opportunity to shove your shoulders back, knocking the brunette off balance and releasing you. In the process, you took the chance, sprinting away and pressing through the rain, gasping as you heard his yells behind you.
Gripping the side of another steep hill, you clawed at the roots and rocks protruding from the side, launching yourself up the side of the ravine and scrambling up onto flat ground above. Your socked foot caught on a rock, slicing through the fabric and through to your skin too, making you hiss and clench your jaw. Don’t look back, don’t stop, don’t be afraid-
Hoodie grunted as you slammed into him, chest knocking against him so hard you landed flat on your ass. He wasn’t so easy, not allowing you to get back up as the taller man pinned you down. You thrashed wildly, arms and legs flailing as his fists gripped your jacket, raising your chest to slam you back down against the ground, knocking the breath from your lungs. You gasped, tired arms reaching up to claw at his hoodie, tugging the soaked cloth, and trying to reach his skin. Hoodie laughed, his fingers digging into your sides as you groaned, panting your exhaustion. Masky was following behind, grappling up the side of the hill and chuckling his amusement. You were panicking, flailing under the man as you whined.
“Didn’t last very long at all, huh?” Hoodie mocked, pushing your legs out of the way as you tried to kick him, your hands still clawing. The man just pressed harder, reaching up to clench your jaw, angling your head closer to the ground and into the mud. It was disgusting, your pants and whines making him smile as you gripped his hoodie, feeling for anything you could use.
When your fingers brushed his pistol holstered snugly against his side, you strained your jaw, reaching as far as you could. Hoodie was focused, eyes locked onto your face as his fingers clenched around your throat, tightening excruciatingly as you gasped, head already spinning. Your breathing was labored, the intensity of his grasp faltering your reach as you strained, the eagerness in his grasp making you dizzy.
You whined, pressing your shoulder down as you finally wrapped a finger around the end, tugging the weapon out of its holster. Masky was close now too, boots crunching in the mud as your vision blurred, rain and lack of oxygen snaking a darkness into the edges of your sight. You snagged a finger around the cold metal of the gun, hauling it up and bringing it down quickly, slamming against the side of Hoodie’s skull. His groan rang, his grasp on your throat letting free as he hauled back, gripping at the side of his head.
You scrambled up, panting breaths of moist air as you pushed back in the mud, hauling yourself up. Masky tried to press in, your hands were quick to shoot up and aim the pistol, a finger placed steadily on the trigger. The man stopped, mockingly holding his hands up and laughing, angling his head to the side in amusement.
“What? Is the little mouse scared now? What happened to all that big talk earlier?” You cringed, panting loudly as puffs of condensation clouded around your mouth. You were shaking wildly, mud and rain crusted deep into your clothes and skin, soaking you to your core. “I thought this was some game, not a real chase.” You grit your teeth, snarling your desperation through angered words.
Hoodie was up now, looming close to Masky’s side as he watched, an expression showing he was ready to pounce. He wanted more, you could see it in the way his fingers flexed and palmed against his jeans. You shook, keeping the pistol aimed between both of them. You didn’t give them a chance to get to you again. Turning on your heels, you lunged into another sprint, chest, and legs aching at the sudden burst. The boys latched on, not giving a second thought before chasing behind you, desperately trying to match your pace. You were faster than them, but there was no way you would be able to beat them again physically. With a hurt foot and weakened body, they would overpower you in an instant.
Mocking chants and laughs echoed loudly behind you, the rain and wind snapping at your skin. You limped through every step, trying to keep a good pace as the pain began to sink in, mud clinging against your cuts. Your mind was racing, excitement and pent-up energy exerting themselves in every ache and stretch. So many times on missions you were forced into uncomfortable situations, clawing and begging to prove yourself, to show just how useful you were.
But now, you weren’t chasing anymore. You were the one running, the one begging and sobbing to be shown mercy. Masky and Hoodie weren’t capable of mercy, they didn't know the meaning of the word. So now, the role flipped on its head, you were truly aware of just how much you needed to get away.
You swung your arm around as you felt bodies close in, gripping the pistol tight and aiming high as you took a shot. An ear-piercing ricochet rang through the trees. Curses shouted, loud gasps as the bullet whizzed past their heads, and maniacal laughter soon followed. “Shit, Hood! Mouse’s got some bite!” Masky panted, exhausted tone showing as he continued to run. Hoodie growled his approval, grappling off of trees and closing in again. You’d been a fool to think they’d scare so easily. Of course, your violence would just get them more excited.
Clattering across a stretch of gravel and mud, you cursed, the gash in your foot screaming with pain. The limp caused you to be ill-timed, Masky taking the falter and seizing you, your bodies clattering to the nasty ground.
Masky chuckled, your hair knotted in his hand as he forced you onto your chest. Your fingers dug into the mud, desperately trying to push yourself up as you flailed, pistol gripped tight. Limbs burned, lungs gasping for air as you felt a knee press between your shoulder blades before you could move. He crushed you against the gravel harder and harder. Masky pressed down close, dragging your head to the side so he could groan into your ear. Hoodie was already on you too, the sole of his boot crushed atop your hand to pry the pistol away, tossing it a few feet away. Masky’s knee pressed hard, the mask covering his expression, but you could hear his excitement all too well.
“All that running just for us to still catch you, little mouse. I say we deserve some compensation for all that work.” You clenched your teeth, tears welling in your eyes not only from the exhaustion that was creeping in but from the terrible pain shooting through your body. Everything hurt, sleepiness hanging on every limb. They must have noticed as the Hoodie knelt down beside your head.
He caressed his fingers over your skin, marveling at the softness of your cheeks cool with the rain, before nudging your jaw with his fist. “I think I know a pretty good reward, eh?” His hoodie was soaked, the usual mustard color a dark brown as Masky loosened his grip on your hair, tugging your shoulder over as his knee lifted. You tried to gauge their expressions and understand what they were so giddy about as you lay on your back, face, and clothes splattered with mud and rain. “I’d say I have to agree with you there, man.”
As Masky stood, you tried to sit up before large pairs of hands shoved you back to the ground. Your bodies pressed close, Hoodie wedging himself against your side as Masky gripped your arms, pressing them down against the rocks. That’s when you felt it, the heat in his jeans pressed against your hip, your skin exploding with warmth. You tried to look through his mask into his eyes, shimmying your hips as Hoodie did the same, gripping the side of your face to keep your head down. They were overpowering you, binding you down to submit, forcing you to stop. You didn’t want to. They wanted a fight, and you weren’t so willing to lay down and take it.
“Keep moving your hips like that and watch what happens.” Masky barked, snaking a knee between your legs as he pressed close, breathing muffled as he held you. Your body was useless, their arms and hands gripping tight and hauling you close, gasps ringing at every fist tightening. “You’ve lost, alright? Just fuckin’ give up.” Hoodie jerked your jaw, pressing your shoulder to the ground as you kicked your legs, Masky’s knee slid up against your core and held it there even when you squirmed. “Even after all that runnin’ you’ve still got energy? Fuck.” Masky angrily laughed, tugging at your jeans and undoing the buttons, your heart immediately jumping from your chest.
“Masky-” Hoodie clasped a hand over your mouth, tugging your body up against his own as he pressed beside you. Masky let go of your hands, Hoodie quick to take them in one hand, and hold them above your head as the latter worked on shimmying your pants off of your thighs. The rain made you twitch as drops hit your bare skin. “We won, remember? Gonna have to show you just what girls with big egos get, yeah? You could use a little humbling…” The hooded man smiled, snaking a hand around your throat and clamping down, your airway choking closed as you gasped. It felt like a rush, every inch of your body overwhelmed as they gripped at your skin. You were falling apart, fighting and fear leaving your body, anxiousness and excitement slowly creeping in the lower Masky’s hands dipped against your thighs.
“Every inch of you is a tease.” He snapped, your muddy jeans discarded as fingers dug into your skin. The man acted ravenous, fingernails clawing against your damp skin as he nudged himself between your legs, your head swaying lightly as Hoodie pushed his grip on your throat harder. “Been dying to get a good look.”
You couldn’t deny how many times you caught them staring. Every time you stripped down to your underwear to bathe in the creek or laid out in the truck's backseat to get some rest, their eyes lingered, awkward silence hanging in the air. It was obvious now. That same ravenous look was caught behind the eyeholes of their masks, your heart skipping as Masky hooked his fingers into the waistline of your panties. Jerking against Hoodie’s grasp on your wrists, you let your back arch off the ground, panting against the fingers gripped onto your throat as Masky slowly slid the cloth down.
Rain soaked your face as Hoodie took his time sliding a hand up your shirt, palming at your moist skin and dragging your jacket off of your shoulders. “You’ve always had such a loud mouth, y’know that? It’d be nice to see it occupied with other things.” Hoodie chuckled, letting his fist off of your throat to slide up to your lips, your gasps and coughs music to his ears. He was quick to slide two fingers past your teeth, shoving them down to the knuckle and pushing down your tongue. You gagged, head rearing back but his fingers followed, pressing down into your throat with a cough. He let go of your wrists, snaking a fist into your hair as he held his fingers still, your throat constricting around the digits as you reached back to grip his hoodie, tugging him closer. Masky watched close, your warm cunt throbbing as the cold air ran goosebumps across your skin.
“Christ.” Masky hummed, pressing your knees apart as he adjusted himself between them, his cock constricting tight against his jeans. He slid your folds apart with his thumb, swiping the digit through your wetness and spreading it, smiling at the way your hips instinctively jerked. You whined, senses overwhelmed as you choked again, gagging as Hoodie began to pump his fingers. “If you can’t even take my fingers, how are you supposed to take my cock? Do better.” Hoodie was so much more gruff than Masky, barking his command and pushing you further than you knew he could go. The man was always the quieter of the two, his shadow-like demeanor starkly contrasting Masky’s. So when it came to primal instincts, the two flipped like a coin. Masky took a much more silent authoritative stance, while Hoodie was all bark and bite. The two worked perfectly together, you realized, in murder and sex. Perfect contrasts no matter the circumstances.
Your cheeks shot red, your eyes watering the louder you heard him huff. You tried to let your throat relax, you tried to breathe steady. But when you felt a finger screw into your cunt, forcing its way into your hardly prepped warmth, you cried out.
Masky’s nails dug into your thighs, his knees shoving your legs open as he twisted his middle finger, angling to press up against the gumminess of your walls. “So warm, damn…” He grunted, letting his thumb press against your clit and rub aching circles against the nub. Hoodie didn’t give you a moment, however. His fingers were soon tugged from your lips as he snagged your hair back, pushing your cheek against his jeans, face-to-face with his boner. How were you going to take that? You tried to stammer, tried to press your hands on his legs, but he was already undoing his belt. “Hoodie-” You hissed, your sentence cut off as you jerked your hips up when another finger crammed itself into your tight cunt, digits spreading and scissoring you loose. Your eyes shot back and forth, focused on fingers tugging down their zipper but also on the hungry way fingers dug into your folds.
You were overwhelmed, the rain and wind snapping at every naked part of your body and sending chills. And the boys were eating you alive.
“Wait, please- I’m sorry! Ah! I was wrong okay-” Hoodie’s palm was back around your mouth, your pants and whines muffled behind the hand as he tugged his jeans down with his boxers. Your eyes shot wide when he tugged his cock out, shoving his waistband below his balls and giving his length a few good tugs. Masky chuckled, pressing the heel of his palm down onto your clit as he rhythmically curled his fingers up, your cunt soaking them. “If you’re so sorry, then show it, sweetheart.” You gawked at the girth wrapped in Hoodie’s fist, unsure of how you were even supposed to take half of that in your mouth. But take it you would. It didn’t matter if you screamed, bled, or passed out, Hoodie was going to make sure you would melt on it.
You were trembling, as vicious as you were, you were excited. Hoodie and Masky could see it. They had no intention of hurting you, but they had every intention of breaking the little ego you held onto. You held their gaze, rain streaming down your face as you whined. “Open up.” The brunette didn’t give you much of a choice as he pressed his cock to your lips. You gasped around the tip, his hands wrapping into the back of your hair and pressing your head closer. Hoodie groaned as he went deeper, your throat convulsing around him with a barely suppressed gag. You felt like you were losing air, taking a last deep breath before Hoodie stopped, your lips wrapping tight around the middle of his girth.
He held steady, Masky keeping you distracted with his fingers, but you couldn't fight the dizziness in your head. Hoodie drank up the way your eyes slammed shut, the way your hands gripped into his clothes and pawed for release; he couldn’t stand it. Masky couldn’t either.
When you caressed your tongue along the bottom side of his cockhead, Hoodie growled, fisting your hair tight. He snapped your head closer, pushing your throat open around his girth and tugging you back off quickly, snapping his hips back again to set a sickening pace. You choked, slobber pooling around your lips and glistening on his length as he fucked into your throat, giving you no time to breathe. You dug your nails into his hoodie, clawing for something to hold onto as he rattled your head. Every squeeze of your throat just spurred him on, the resistance only making him more eager to fuck you open and raw. “God, you must be real sorry, huh?” Hoodie growled, letting one hand shove up your shirt up and tug your bra off of your tits, gripping onto the mounds.
Masky watched, smiling wildly behind the mask as his cock throbbed against his jeans. Your cunt had soaked his fingers loose enough to slip another in, his free hand shimmying his belt undone and tugging his zipper down. The man took a shaky breath when his cock met the cold air, twitching and eager as he unscrewed his fingers from your cunt, surprised at the way your hips tried to follow them. The loud sound of slobber and gagging on Hoodie’s cock made Masky excited to hear more, pumping his cock in his fist covered with your arousal as he pressed a free hand back to your folds. “Don’t pass out now, little mouse.”
You couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own head roaring, throat tensing and convulsing at every press of Hoodie length into your mouth. He was so rough, so aggressive in his actions, desperately clawing for more as if he had been begging for this for forever. You finally felt like you could get the hang of it, finding a good position for your mouth until-
Smack!
You nearly screamed when you felt a palm slap down on your cunt, snapping against your cunt and sending your hips shooting off of the muddy ground. Masky laughed, his fist jerking his cock as your eyes shot open, trying to pull your head back off of Hoodie’s length. He growled, snapping your head back down onto his cock and shoving your nose into his pubes, snapping at you to stay still.
Masky raised his hand again, your stomach tightening as you watched through tear-beaded eyes when his palm made contact with your clit again. It stung, your throat grunting and sobbing as Hoodie gripped either side of your head in his hands, fucking his hips into your warm mouth. You tried to press your thighs shut, Masky shoving them apart as he slapped again, spanking your cunt and grinning at the squelch. Pained whines muffled around Hoodie’s cock as he rubbed his fingers against your clit before hauling his hand up, smacking back down to watch your hips jerk. You dug your heels into the dirt, trying to press away, but Masky’s hands were already gripped around your hips and tugging you back.
Your head was light, oxygen barely seeping through as Hoodie completely ignored your wails, hips jerking, and balls slapping against the side of your face the deeper you drank his cock down. “So good…” He muttered, gasping as he hunched over your head, driving his hips at an exhausting pace. Your jaw hurt, eyes raw with tears as you lulled your tongue against the underside of his length to desperately hurry his orgasm along.
Your mouth was so full, so warm and tight, and took the brunette the best you could. Hoodie whined when he felt his balls tighten and abdomen tense, ecstasy shooting through his body as he throbbed in your mouth and spilled down your throat. You clung to his hoodie, unable to swallow as quickly as he pumped into you, cum and slobber dribbling down your chin. You gasped as you felt the intrusion leave your mouth, desperately trying to catch your breath as seed dripped down your chin. Masky didn’t give you time, barely able to swallow before you felt a tension pushing into your cunt.
“I think you still owe me an apology, right?” The man between your legs chuckled, pushing your hips down to the soaked ground as he slowly sunk in, stretching your cunt uncomfortably. Hoodie was panting, wringing the last of his orgasm from his cock as he hauled your head up, craning your neck to face him. He shoved his mask up, the fabric bunching at his brow as his flushed cheeks glistened with sweat. You whined as you felt Masky’s cock press deeper, your walls throbbing around him as Hoodie caught your lips, breathing deep as he panted into your mouth.
“Mmn, fuck-” Masky chirped, raising your ass off the ground as he pressed against your tightness, sinking into your gooey warmth. Hoodie ravaged, gripping your jacket and shaking it off your arms, fingers tugging at your shirt until you could hear the seams popping and snapping. Masky bottomed out, you gasp giving Hoodie enough access to shove his tongue past your lips and suck on your own. Groans and whines swapped, Masky watched, stomach twirling with arousal.
He slowly tugged his hips back, your thighs trembling as you peeked out, groaning when you watched Masky slide his own mask off of his face, the object clattering into the mud. His hips didn’t get far before they snapped back, nails tugging your hips back to meet with a stifled moan. Hoodie shuffled behind you, adjusting himself to your back pressed against his chest as Masky started his drowsy pace into your puffy cunt. You whimpered with every inch, panting desperately. Your pussy gripped him tightly as Masky pressed all the way inside—before withdrawing completely and plunging back in again. You screamed, the sound choked with frantic need as Hoodie replaced his lips with his fingers again. Masky pulled your hips back, fucking mindlessly until your knees tightened around his sides. He snaked a hand between your legs and rubbed your clit, grinning as you shook from head to toe and went limp against Hoodie’s chest, the pleasure shattering you.
“Too much, little mouse?" You managed to shake your head, defiant little thing. Masky snapped his hips again, pace slowly and sickeningly increasing, thrusts getting harder but not faster. You mewled, sucking on Hoodie’s digits as he played with your nipples, massaging your tits with every heave of your chest. “Don’t get needy now, sweetheart,” Hoodie noted the way your hips craned to meet Masky’s every move, stomach tightening to get a better grip around his cock. You groaned, flexing your hands as they both laughed at your desperation. You were irritated. They wanted badly to ruin you, to make you theirs. But when it finally comes time for you to enjoy their part, they won’t let you. You felt yourself snap as you hauled your bodies forward.
Masky grunted as you shoved your hands against his chest, kicking your feet free from his hands and slamming the big guy on his back. Hoodie was quick to follow, stunned at the sudden movement but sure to find his place snagged onto your back as you straddled Masky again.
“You’re a fucking prick.” You groaned, pressing your nails into his face as your knees dug into the rocky mud-caked ground. You all were nasty, sweat and rain dripping from your brows but you were so horny it didn’t matter.
Masky pressed back, tugging at your wrists to let off of his face. It was only when he shoved your jaw back did you saw the gleam of metal in the rain, the dark pistol smeared with mud but close enough to grasp. You pressed forward, shoving Masky’s forehead down as he snapped, Hoodie gripping your hips to drag you back.
You tried to claw, to reach the gun, but the boys were stronger. “Little cunt. You never learn, huh?” Masky barked, gripping his cock tight as Hoodie angled your hips to sink back onto the length. You choked out when they slammed your hips together, Masky setting a brutal pace up into your cunt as Hoodie pressed you down, jerking his own growing cock now.
“I don’t know where you- ah- where you get this attitude from,” Masky growled into your ear, your chest pressing down against his as he quickly tugged his cock in and out of your drenched warmth. You whined through every echoed slap, the rain, and sweat making you both slippery, and every thrust of his hips reverberating off the density of the trees. You reached out, stretching your shoulder as far as it would go to reach the pistol just at your fingertips. You groaned, pressing your sore hands into the mud for one final stretch, your index brushing the metal and tugging it in your direction.
“Fuck you.” You growled out, tugging the gun into your hand and turning to aim it at the side of Masky’s temple. You wanted a reaction, for his pace to hesitate or his eyes to stutter, but they never did. He just kept tugging your hips down, mercilessly shoving the air from your lungs with every press of his cock against your sore walls. Your noses brushed as you stared deep into the other’s eyes, a silent challenge. If anything, he went faster.
Hoodie chuckled behind you, letting his cock slide between your ass cheeks every time they bounced in Masky’s cock. He was grunting, pressing your lower back down to get a better arch out of you. “Cute.” He smiled.
Masky glanced, acknowledging the weapon pressed so aggressively against the side of his head, but keeping his attention on you. You wanted to yell, to tug the trigger just enough to watch fear creep in, but your thoughts got abruptly lost.
Masky let your hips go, tugging a fist into your hair as he slammed your lips together. You grunted into the kiss, anger fuming between the two of you and tearing your resilience apart. The kiss was aggressive, teeth snagging on lips and tongues shoving against cheeks as Hoodie took his chance to rest his hands on your hips. “Shit.”
Hoodie tugged his cock back, your hips riding Masky on their own and setting your own pace, cunt gushing and squelching at every move. You hadn’t even cum yet, and the desperation was getting to you.
“Stick your tongue out.” Hoodie reached between you two, cutting your kiss short as he selfishly shoved two fingers into your mouth, Masky growling at the loss. The brunette just laughed, a cheeky grin flashing as he tugged his fingers back, swiping them between your asscheeks.
You hissed, hips stuttering their pace as you felt Hoodie press his index finger against your asshole, swirling the muscle eagerly. “Hoodie.” You grit, craning your neck to look back at him, Masky letting his hand fall to your upper thighs. The brunette smiled, slowly nudging his index finger through the tight ring and making you sit up straight. Masky growled, reaching up to wrap his arm around you, tugging your shoulders back down, your neck in a headlock against his chest.
He slowly began to thrust his hips up again, achingly slow to distract from the feeling of Hoodie stretching your asshole. You wanted to growl, to fight back, but your eyes just rolled. Masky smiled as he watched the pistol slowly slip from your grasp, clattering back against the gravel as he fucked lazily up into your cunt, the warmth a lot more gooey than before. You could feel your abdomen flutter, clit brushing against Masky and sending your thighs tensing. “Please…" you moaned. "Coming… make me come…”
Hoodie craned his index, stretching the rim of your asshole and jerking your ass apart. Masky’s breath startled, resilience cracking as you came on his cock, cunt tightening and throbbing around his length. You convulsed, breath hitching as they brought you to your peak, shuddering violently in Masky’s arms. He couldn’t take it, he had to pull out.
You moaned out, whining when Masky slipped from your cunt and groaned loud, regaining his composure. Hoodie still worked your ass, the sting and stretch were painful but strangely so addicting. He let a second finger tease the rim, your hips sensitively jerking against the feeling as another finger slowly sunk into your ass. Your cunt clenched on nothing, tensing through your orgasm before Masky realigned himself, squeezing his cock back in. He could’ve come from how warm and gummy your walls were after cumming.
“You ready for both, mouse?” You felt dizzy, head straining as Masky kept a hold on your neck, locking you down against his chest. You tried to nod, mumbling your eagerness as Hoodie successfully pressed another finger past your rim, your whine making them grin. The brunette gave you a few good tugs before pulling his fingers out, stroking his length as he pressed the tip to your rim. You groaned against Masky’s chest, biting into the cloth of his shirt as he thrust his hips, trying to give you a good duality as Hoodie slowly pressed in.
It stung, the stretch and fullness making your fingers grip into anything you could get, nails indenting into Masky’s sides. Hoodie cursed, fingers digging into the mounds of your ass and tugging them apart, trying his best to sink in through the constraint. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re tight as hell- shit-” You sobbed through the tension, trying your best to relax as both of your holes slowly filled, your abdomen swirling with waves of arousal. You felt dizzy, panting in Masky’s scent as Hoodie finally snapped in the rest of the way, the stretch making tears spill down your cheeks.
“Fu… Fuck me…” You choked out, craning your hips just enough to make Hoodie whine, nails cutting into your hips. The boys got the hint, Masky slowing down his pace to match Hoodie’s stuttered one, the brunette fighting against the constraint of your ass while he bluntly thrust. You moaned anyways, Masky’s cock snagging your g-spot and ramming there, his grin telling. He couldn’t resist leaning forward to steal a kiss again, biting into your plump lips.
Hoodie couldn’t get over your mouth, however. He needed to be in that warmth again. So, he leaned forward, pressing his fingers against the side of your cheek and pressing them into the corner of your mouth, Masky tensing at the foreign taste. He looked like he was going to say something, but you shut him up with a plop of your hips, raising your ass up to fuck against Hoodie’s cock and ride right back down onto Masky’s. “Be nice.” You gasped as Hoodie curled his finger into the side of your cheek, tugging the skin back to make drool pool against your lips. Masky growled, rolling his eyes before snagging your lips again, loud groans and hisses panted into the other’s mouth. You felt so full, holes stuffed so nauseatingly well you could feel the way their cocks brushed together inside of you.
You could feel it again, the way your gut clenched. Masky clenched your thighs, his cock aching inside of you as Hoodie snapped his hips, riding close to the edge again. You tried your best to angle your hips back, giving them both the best angle to tug their cocks in and out. “‘M coming- Fuck! Please, please, please…” You panted through every snap of their hips, their cocks squeezing and stretching your holes so wide you knew you were ruined for anyone else. Your head was so tired, cunt throbbing and aching for release the harder they went, chasing their own.
“Pull out, Hoodie…” Masky choked, getting the last few thrusts he could as he felt you tightening, his cock teetering dangerously close to the edge. Hoodie whined, the tip of his cock popping in and out past your rim and dragging him closer too, both of the boys a whining grunting mess with you sandwiched between them. “Ma- Masky… Hoodie…”
Both of your holes clenched down as you came, the intensity of your orgasm washing over you so strongly that your eyes lulled to the back of your head. Your stomach twisted, the knot unraveling as you released on their cocks. Masky moaned lowly, biting into his lip as he forced his cock out of your swelled cunt, ropes of cum dripping from his tip as he stole your lips. Hoodie followed quickly, pushing your ass off of his cock as he started fisting his length quickly, pumping tight at the base to shoot his seed across your back. He whined through his orgasm, smearing his cum across your ass and lazily smiling at his work.
You all panted, shoulders slumped and bodies sore. You felt like you couldn’t move, every muscle inside and out aching from the exertion you had gone through.
Rain still poured, the chill seeping into your bones as you shook, water and sweat dripping from your nose. You felt so spent, cunt and ass ruined and throbbing wildly as you let your head go limp on Masky’s chest, the man grunting underneath you. “Fuck…alright, mouse.”
You were far too sleepy to care much as they shoved their limp cocks back into their jeans, everyone’s clothes soaked and cold as Hoodie wrapped his arms under your limbs, hauling you up. “C’mon, sweetheart…” Even they sounded tired.
-
You slipped in and out of sleep on the way back to the truck, Masky collecting your items as they went and tossing everything into the bed as the engine roared. Hoodie laid you in the backseat, climbing into the passenger as Masky peeled back towards the interstate. You were too tired to ask where you were going.
You only stirred back when the obnoxious luminescent lights showed into the truck window, blinding you. You squinted, tossing your hand in front of the light as you sat up, the backseat suddenly opening.
“Don’t make me regret buyin’ this,” Masky growled as he tossed a blanket towards you, you just now realizing how nasty with mud you all were. You smiled as Hoodie helped you out, shuffling you close to his side as the boys dragged you around to the shabby door of the motel they had found. You flinched as you remembered your foot, the crusted blood and mud staining the underside of your sock as you limped through the rusty door.
It wasn’t anything nice, definitely not five stars.
But as you three tugged off your clothes and cleaned as much of the mud off as possible, it didn’t matter. The boys cringed at your cuts, mumbling their apologies and helping you clean them up, too. Exhausted, the three of you crawled into the way-too-small bed, the boys on either side of you as they cradled in, sticky and sore body parts finding their comfortable spaces.
It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was better than sleeping in the back of the truck. You smiled when their breathing labored, faces cradled into your shoulders while you slowly blinked your sleepiness away. You didn’t want to acknowledge what this night might mean for the future, at least not tonight. You’d much rather sleep.
But as Masky and Hoodie slid their arms around your torso, legs interlocking as you all finally relaxed, maybe it didn’t seem so bad anymore.
You’d have to learn to watch your tongue, though. For your sake.
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“Son of a bitch, stop being greedy and pass the fuckin thing.”
Masky’s voice was sharp and annoyed, his patience growing thin. Hoodie lifted his head up from in between your thighs, his warm tongue abandoning your cunt to pass Masky the blunt they had bought from Ben. Your head currently laid on the brunettes lap, his cock aching in his jeans as Hoodie resumed devouring your sex. The Operator had begun making drug restrictions at the mansion, deciding that after a violent coked out rage from Jeff, no resident would be allowed to consume any substances at all. Normally you and the boys attempted to be decent servants, following the mansion rules. But as proxies you see and do a lot of fucked up shit, the kind that only sex and drugs can fix. So every Friday like clockwork you all agreed to release your pent up stress, by smoking and fooling around.
It was Hoodie’s idea to mix the two, his tongue teasingly poking at your entrance. The sickeningly sweet smell of weed flooded your nostrils as Masky inhaled the beloved blunt, exhaling the smoke out of the open window. Hoodie was in heaven in between your thighs, abruptly shoving two fingers inside of you. You gasped, your hips bucking upwards. Masky glanced down at you, flicking the ash out of the window. He smirked as he looked down at you, your mouth fallen open as Hoodie curled his long fingers inside of you. “You want me to pass this to Hoodie or can you handle smoking it at the same time princess?” Masky snickered. Hoodie could feel your walls flutter around his digits at Masky’s mocking. The four of you were all sadistic, but the blonde knew you thoroughly enjoyed being knocked down a peg or two. He purposefully went faster, reattaching his lips to your clit. With a determined stare and a shaky hand you grabbed the blunt from Masky, weakly inhaling as your eyes fluttered shut with euphoria. You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten, Hoodie always quick to make you cum so overstimulating you would be easy. You could feel the weed circulating around your lungs as your head tilted back against Masky, his gloved hand finding your hair.
You exhaled the smoke into the air carelessly, your spare hand pawing at Masky’s jacket for support. “Awe you’re adorable princess. Gonna cum already? We haven’t even taken our dicks out yet,” Masky teased. Hoodie grinned into your folds as he abused your g spot, his tongue swirling around your clit. The brunette could tell you were about to cum, sneakily grabbing the blunt to allow you to ride out your high. The cord inside of you snapped, your thighs trembling as you came on Hoodie’s face. Your heart was pounding, your eyes fluttered shut as Masky nonchalantly moved some stray hairs out of your face. He would never admit it, but he cared for you more than he let on. It was then you could hear the bedroom door open before quickly shutting again. “S-Shit did I miss her first orgasm?” Toby asked, throwing his axes onto the carpet. Hoodie emerged from your cunt, a glorious smile painted across his lips as your juices coated his chin. Masky handed him the blunt, Toby shoving off his goggles. “Dont worry kid, I think she deserves many more tonight. Just for being our good little princess,” Masky replied, mockingly grabbing your cheek and shaking it. Hoodie exhaled as he handed Toby the blunt. The blonde looked down at you, his eyes full of lust.
“Cmon princess why don’t you get down on your knees and see if you can suck three cocks at once, hmm?”
Jeff would definitely have you into a headlock while fucking.
Coming home after a long night he spent thinking about your warm pussy and slutty voice then there you are: waiting for him with a warm smile on your lips.
He'd place absent kisses on your lips, trail down your neck trying his best to ignore all your questions.
"Baby," you'd moan. "How was your day? Do you~ ahh~"
He'd pick you up effortlessly thinking about carring you to the bedroom but changing his mind midway. He'd decided the horniness was too great to be delayed even for a second.
He'd just take you right here on the floor.
He'd do his best to restrain himself, taking your clothes off one by one, teasing and bitining at your most sensitive spots- anything to get you dripping for him. It's not like you are as sexually frustrated as he is, he knows being rock hard from the moment his keys locked the door was not normal. But that's just the effect you have on him.
It's the moment his tip feels your warm, tight cunt he realises he won't be gentle tonight. You can't ask that of him, not when you feel so fucking good. With every inch of him you accept so eagerly, you feel yourself being stretched so sweetly.
You're lucky if he let's you adjust to his size first, before slamming into you like your cunt the single most beautiful thing on earth.
And you know how much he loves ruining beautiful things.
You're moaning under him, trying to grab onto his shoulders or brush his tangled hair, but he wouldn't let you. In his mind, your touches are a distraction. Your hands or lips are just attention grabbing nothings that keep him away from feeling that sweet hole of yours.
So he'd flip you on your tummy, grab your neck into a headlock before shoving his thich cock back into your greedy pussy. He's slaming into you, so fast and rough, hitting a deeper spot every time.
You'd try to gasp for air, scratching ans biting his foreaem but he'd just pull you closer to him.
He's so mean when he fucks you, he knows it's the way you like it.
Summary: you've been with the executioner for quite some time, enough for you to have your own special bond. You were his, and that fact alone was enough for the whole Silent Hill to avoid you, well aware of what they'll find out if they mess around.
However, this little rule is unknown for any unfortunate newcomers that get trapped in this cursed town, and today you've met one of these newcomers...
One would think, seeing monsters avoiding you like fire should be enough proof to do the same, but... Eh, some people are way too stubborn and blind.
Warnings: typical violence and gore, (Y/N) getting mistreated by meanies >:(
Word count: 2.9k
(Y/N) been sitting on this old matress for quite some time, they've already tried any possible sitting position yet non made the book they're reading more interesting.
Pyramid Head, or how they began to call him, 'Pyra', left to hunt and punish whatever soul putrid enough to get his attention. He's been gone a good amount of hours and they haven't heard a single sound of his in the distance, no metal scraping against the concrete at the distance or any screams of agony from his victim, nothing. How many hours it been? Three? Five? It's tough to tell, specially when this town knows no day/night cycles and it's always foggy. Even though they're not sure how long it been, they can tell it's the longest Pyra's been gone.
They switch into a laying position as they begin to think about what to do now. They could totaly go out and take a walk if they wanted, but they're concerned they'll end up bumping into the people Pyra is hunting. No, they won't get punished but they don't want to witness a literal slaughter neither, and whenever something (literaly anything) dares to interact with (Y/N), the pyramid headed beast seems to go wild of fury.
This is some very serious issolation, but (Y/N) became fine with it and Pyra is not as bad of a company as he initialy was. Feel him close to them, his big palm resting against their body as a reminder that he's there, the random noises that come out his helmet whenever he seems content or wants to get their attention... To be honest, these little things became more than enough at this point, and it's not like they've used to be the most social butterfly anyways. And even if they were... Well, arguing with Pyra is useless, he never budges, and if (Y/N) starts to get unreasonable or the argument goes nowhere, he simply brushes his togue across their face, purpously waiting for the moment their open their mouth. And ta-da! Argument solved since (Y/N) is too shocked and flustered to continue and Pyra simply let's out a deep and amused rumble.
(Y/N) chuckles to themselves at this memory, when it happened the first time the face they made was probably priceless, and the way Pyra allowed them to hide their face in his chest so the shame goes away... Sigh, they hope he returns soon.
The hairs on the back of their neck stood up when they began to hear the sound of numerous people run and hurriedly yellsomething to each other. (Y/N) of course panics a bit, and to avoid any possible interaction with the group of people they sneak into the corner of the room near the door, so if anyone of the group peeks inside they won't notice (Y/N) right away. It also seems like the people are running away from something, something that is not Pyra because of the lack of known bulky footsteps and scraping sounds.
Unfortunately, their little plan went town the drain when the group of around five man bursted through the old door and attempted to close it, while the creature outside of it was desperately slaming itself against the wooden surface. (Y/N) turned completely still as they shrunk in their place, internally hoping that due to the intense moment these people wouln't notice then and would simply brush off their form as some inanimate object.
Unfortunately, one of the men did noticed them.
—"Hey Dave, there's another one hidin' over he-"—
The man couldn't finish the sentence as the creature from the other side managed to burst through the door, throwing the men on the ground in the process. Some of them stumble back, others pull out their weapons and point at the creature, who resulted to be a monster known as ‘Slurper’, take a guess why it's called that. Not the most difficult creature to deal with but definitely the trickiest, it’s very fast and definitely can handle or dodge some shots and hits from the group.
The monster crawls inside of the room, it’s elongated face making some slurping noises as drool and blood drips from its mouth. But the beast suddenly freezes mid-step, and very slowly and subtly turns it’s head towards (Y/N), making the men look at them as well. The monster suddenly lets out a whine, similar to that of a dog, and practically runs away at high speed, completely terrified.
The group stare at the door in shock, their mouth gaping a bit. (Y/N) remains stiff, their knees pressed to their chest as they think what to do now. The answer comes when one of the man, who seems to be the leader, stands up and starts walking towards them, his expression indescifrable, but his gaze definitely holding malice.
So (Y/N) jumps to their feet as fast as they could and make a run through the doorway and down the hallway. They can hear the group yell something as they chase them, their voices angry and irritated, which only motivated them to keep running since it’s now clear that these people weren’t kind at all.
Things turn significantly worse when they get grabbed by the back of their clothes and then tackled down on the floor, the impact was rough and quite painful which made (Y/N) release a pained whine. The man above them grabs a good chunk of their hair and presses their head agains the dirty and cold floor as he looks at them.
—“The fuck was that? How did you do it?!”— he exclaims strictly, his tone demanding.
—“D-Did what?… S-Scaring the- the monster th-thing?”— you nervously reply, your voice a bit shaky. —“I-It’s not really me, it’s the being tha-that ‘owns’ me.”—
(Y/N) knew they sound like they’re crazy, like they’re out of their mind, but it’s the best way they can explain their unusual situation. It is true, the executioner practically owns them, he has the power to claim and to keep them with him, to keep anyone and anything away from something his, to keep them eternally by his side, his and no one else's.
As expected, the man on top of them only scrunched his face with confusion and disgust, definitely thinking that (Y/N) is just another crazy ex-resident of this hellish town.
—“Yeah… Right.”— he slowly says.
—“Mathew, do you still have the tape? Bring it.”—
A clear sound of a duct tape being unwrapped made them shiver, uh-oh, they’re in a big-time problem. They attempt to wiggle out and keep running, but the man above them slams their head agains the floor.
—“Keep it still bitch, we just want to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you.”— he grumbles angrily and slams your head again.
(Y/N) could feel blood start dripping from their nose. Being forced to calm down since these men clearly aren't fooling around and are not afraid to hurt them if they need, they relax and allow another one to tape their wrists together behind their back, as well as their ankles.
—“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, the executioner will not have mercy…”— you comment, not even bothering to elaborate, knowing that these people are dead meat already.
—“Pff, executioner. If you’re of his property, then why were you in that room just chillin’ all by yourself?”— another man asks.
—“Because he can allow himself to do it, and because any smart creature knows to not fuck around me because of what they’ll found out.”— you say, your tone a bit sassier by the end.
—“Any smart creature, huh?”— the man that was on top of you suddenly grabs you by the throat. —“In my understanding, a smart creature will learn to shut the fuck up, I could easily cut your tongue off right now if I wanted but not sure if that will affect whatever effect you have on the monsters, so I'll give you one last chance to remain quiet, understood? You farm animal.”—
The grip on (Y/N)‘s throat was tight and it was hard to breathe, the male’s eyes were dark and cold, no hesitation in them as he said these threats, definetely not the first time he makes them. Believing his words, (Y/N) nods hurriedly as the lack of oxygen began to affect them. The man grins and let go of them roughly, basically throwing their body on the floor.
—“Aight, who’s going to carry their ass?”—
The men discuss for a short moment, until agreeing that the biggest one of them should do it. Ones everything was sorted out and (Y/N) was being manhandled in his grasp, the group resumed their walking.
The men were shocked, some of them even got smug, at the way the creatures avoided them now. What’s that? A monster does have guts to attack? A single sound or movement from (Y/N) was enough to set the creature from fight into flight. Each time something run away, the men would laugh and cackle loudly, clearly feeling like they've beat the system and are some sort of untouchable beings.
Silly bastards, they don’t know what awaits them.
It’s unclear how long they’ve been roaming around, but it was long enough for the group to get lost, again, and decide to take a rest. The man carrying (Y/N) carelessly (throws) puts them on the ground, face first, as the rest settle down as well. Non of the five bothered to talk or acknowledge (Y/N), though sometimes they would throw some random questions at them, but of course they'd never been able to finish the answer since one of the five would end up rudly interrupting them.
At some point (Y/N) began to ignore them, aware that they're nothing but a gag to these people. The youngest of the group seemed a bit pissed at being ignored, so he stands up and walks towards (Y/N)'s lying form, who was still paying no mind, and out of nowhere kicks them hard on their stomach, making the air inside of them leave in a violent exhale.
—"You talk and look at us when we speak to you."—
They say nothing, still trying to regain their breath. The man above them sighs and rolls his eyes before crouching down and grabbing them by their hair, to posteriorly pull them to their knees.
—"Listen sugar, just because you scare away the crap that lives here, it means shit to us. You're fuckin' helpless and at our mercy, so you do and act as told and when is told, understood?"—
Before (Y/N) could do anything, a sudden deafening roar resonated through the whole building and from an unknown direction. The noise similar to some huge unknown beast fiercely howling through something metallic. A shiver of anticipation ran through (Y/N)’s spine, Pyra must’ve found their drops of blood and figured out what happened, and now he’s on his way to take them back.
The other five noticeably tensed up and frantically looked around, as if trying to locate the creature through the walls...
Walls.
(Y/N)'s gaze was already focused on one of he walls, knowing that their lover would't waste his time in searching for an entrance. The man, who's still holding them by their hair, slowly drags his gaze to the same wall.
—"Guys..."— he says uneasily.
—"Yes, we heard that too, dumbass."— one of the other four hisses back.
—"No, guys, get away from the fuckin- "—
A loud crashing sound resonated behind the mentioned surface, followed by the well known heavy footsteps and scraping of metal. The other four quickly get behind the fifth and (Y/N), who was currently having the brightest grin on their face, relieved that he came for them.
—"{The fuck was that?!}"— one of the males yells half whispers to you.
—"That?"— you let a little hum as you close your eyes and look away so the dust doesn't get directly into your face. —"That is the reason why everything in here avoids me."— you say with the calmest tone possible.
—"Wha- "—
Another loud crash and a huge wave of dust cut off his question completely. While the dust was still on the air, the previous heavy footsteps were quickly approaching, making the floor shake with each step. When the men saw the silhouette of this massive unknown creature they paniced, since it showed no hits of stopping, quite the opposite actually. The one, that been holding (Y/N), pushes them roughly forward without thinking, actin on some desperate instinct.
—"Here! Take them instead!"—
The five were ready to run, but got stopped by their own shock when the monster reached out and caught (Y/N) before they fall on the ground. It was still hard to see what exactly the beast did, due to the still thick layer of dust, but the sudden loud and deep metallic growl that the beast let out was enough for them to defrost and set into running. They don't get too far though, since their legs get suddenly caught and tangled into a bunch of rusty wires and thorns coming out of the floor, whick held them still and cut their soft flesh with the mildest movement.
A small chill jolted through (Y/N) at the sight of the mysterious thorns. They knew it was Pyra's doing, he rarely used that hability of his and they learned that he only uses it when he's trully pissed. And he wasn't just that, he was livid. The sight of bruises on (Y/N)'s neck from the previous grab really railed the monster up, just how dares that filty mortal touch and mark something his? Only he has the privilege to touch (Y/N), to hold them, to look at them, to hear their voice and all the things they say in that calm and sweet tone they always use when they're happy... Just how dare they attempt to take all of this away from him? The executioner.
The monster tears the tape off (Y/N)'s wrists and ankles before putting them down, his movements a bit rough due his agitation yet he did his best to keep it under control.
He then rises to his full height, sword in hand, and slowly walks towards the group. The closer he got, the more desperate the man acted, pulling their legs out of the sharp wire-mess just for it to tangle around their limb even tighter.
The beast's first target was the youngest one, the one who had the guts to hold (Y/N) by their hair and threaten them, Pyra really didn't like that one.
The male has no time to even inhale to start begging, as the monster simply cuts him in half with his sword. (Y/N) of course didn't want to see the gore that is about to happen, so they carefuly and quietly leave the room through the hole their beast of a man made durning his enrance. The last thing they've seen before leaving was Pyra practically tearing one of the man up apart like paper, going specially slow to inflict even more pain.
(Y/N) is unsure how long it took Pyra to finish them, they simply remained sitted on the floor with their legs pressed against their chest and covering their ears to silence the screams and the wet gory sounds of muscles and bones breaking. They let out a yelp when their body is suddenly pulled up by a pair of large arms and is pressed agains a broad torso. Pyra held (Y/N) in this posessive embrace for quite a while, the mildes movement from them would make the beast growl and press them even closer.
(Y/N) however, still attempted to soothe their lover by gently nuzzling agains his chest and rub it with their hand.
—"I am so sorry..."— you apologize, though you both knew it wasn't really your fault. —"I was just hanging out in that room we've been before, and... And these people entered there while running away from another beast, and- "—
They couldn't finish the explanation since Pyra suddenly shoved their face further into his chest, muffing the rest of their little rant. The action, which embarassed (Y/N) a bit, also made them understand that their lover doesn't need any excuses or explanations, he's content to have them back and unharmed. They sigh softly and eventually relax in his grasp and going practically rag doll, in response and after some time, Pyra's body also relaxed a bit, yet his grip on (Y/N) remained strong and firm like iron, refusing to let go.
—"Pyra."— you manage to move yout head just enough to say it.
A low grumble resonated from his helmet and chest, though it didn't sound hostile, more like his version of 'hhmm?'.
—"I love you, thank you for being around."— you say honestly, as you move just enough to reach his neck area and kiss the little skin exposed between his clothes and helmet.
The little sweet gesture was answered with a low purr as Pyra's large hands roam around their body for a bit, caressing and feeling each curve through their clothes. The touches weren't suggestive surprisingly, which meant that this affection was genuine and not the product of his monstrous lust towards them.
They both stay like this for a while longer, (Y/N) saying and whispering things in a soft tone that Pyra absolutely adored to hear, and he kept holding them against himself, pawing their body time to time just to feel them more. Their warmth, their pulse, their breathing...
To feel them.
To feel them being all H̸̫̥͙̮͍̮͋͑Ḯ̴͓̦̻͈̜͍̇̃͋͠S̴͖̘̍̓̉̑.
🩸 synopsis: At a party at the Hellsing mansion, you manage to satisfy your curiosity about the vampire that Integra keeps under lock and key.
🩸 wc: + warnings: 5k- MDNI, NSFW content, f!reader, cunnilingus fingering, piv, crying, bites and marks, rough sex, breeding/creampie, 20+ characters. (also on ao3 and playlist )
Integra already had too many problems in her house, those fucking pigs demanding a party at her house, to have you, a successful woman and friend pestering her with your curiosity about the vampire she kept in the basement, for the safety of humans like you. You looked at her with your beady eyes shining, pouting and clasped your hands together, almost lying down on her desk.
She stared at you and sighed heavily, calling for a man who soon entered the room. “Take her to him and tell him not to break her. I want her back up here in one piece.”
The man nodded and you, alternating your gaze between the man and Integra, still surprised that she let you know her toy, hugged her and jumped out of the room before she changed her mind. You followed the tall man, probably a human, through the huge, endless corridors of the Hellsing mansion, both muted, just the clatter of your shoes against the stone floor and a few corner glances the man gave you as you two got lower and lower.
You were anxious. You felt your heart pounding in your throat and your sweaty hands trembling with each step you took, reaching the end of a dark corridor. The man stopped in front of a metal door and opened the various locks, opening the door and entering with you. You blinked a few times, trying to get used to the darkness of the place, just a small light illuminating a piece of that basement. You couldn’t see it, but something was there, the presence so strong in the air, pulling you deeper into the darkness.
“What do mere humans do here?” A loud and thick voice in a mocking tone echoed through the place, startling you, and suddenly a powerful light was present in the place, illuminating what seemed to be a room, a basement, and really a prison.
“Integra sent the human. She wants her whole up there and warned you not to break her.” The voice of the man behind you made you turn to see him walking away and closing the door, leaving you alone with the creature, laughing loudly.
You were alone with what would be the vampire of Integra; Now there was no turning back. All that was left for you to do was to continue until the end. You turned around again and saw the figure of a tall man in a red coat and hat, long black hair covering half of his face adorned by orange glasses and running down his shoulders, his hands crossed over his bent knees, the posture as if he were an emperor; The man smirked, showing his fangs, and you shivered, still amazed by the presence of that handsome man, a warmth spreading through your body along with the tingling and agitation of curiosity.
“What do you want down here in this beautiful, secluded basement next to a deadly creature while a safe, humane party takes place up there?” The voice echoed again through the stone walls, seeming to hit your entire body, making you vibrate from head to toe, still staring at that man. “Integra doesn’t send snacks...”
You felt a shiver run down your spine as you saw the man’s smile widen as he lowered his head and stared at you over his glasses, reddish-orange eyes stuck on your figure. You swallowed hard and took a step forward, heading close to him; you knew that Integra’s pet would not attack without its owner’s orders. “Integra just let me solve my doubts about the vampire she keeps down here. That’s all...” You looked at the place, little decorated, just a coffin, the chair he occupied and a table with a bottle and glass filled with a strong red liquid, blood.
“No bed...” You whispered, approaching the coffin and inspecting the object. The man kept sitting in the same pose, letting you wander around his place, but you felt his eyes on you somehow.
The creature let out a laugh, making heat spread through your body as his deep voice sounded so close to your ear, making you turn around and see that he was still in the chair. “Vampires don’t sleep, human.”
“Never? Interesting, but this was already expected.” You said, walking back near him, your white dress swaying as you wandered around, stopping in front of the creature at a safe distance. “You don’t look like a vampire, you look like a normal three-five-year-old man...”
“And what exactly vampires should look like?” The man asked before bringing the glass to his lips and putting it back down without making a sound. You squinted at him, noticing that he was motionless, no sign of breathing. “Like deadly monsters showing their fangs to anyone and attacking all humans?"
You shrugged. “Maybe. Your reddened eyes prove you are not just any handsome man.” You noticed his eyes became redder and when he took his glasses out, showing them in full, you lost yourself in the intensity of the red, letting babbling escape. “Powers... Do you have powers?”
You heard the man laugh quietly and before you knew it, you were in the doorway, about to hit the metal. You startled, looking back at where you had been minutes before and now you were here. The man, still sitting, smiled and raised his gloved hands. “What do you think, human?” Before you could answer, the man got up and disappeared from your sight, appearing on your right side and disappeared as soon as you turned around, disappearing from the room completely.
“I recognize your smell, human. You were already countless times here in the mansion. You’re a friend of Integra, one of her few friends. I thank you for that, but you shouldn’t abuse her friendship or play detective with her pet. It can be dangerous, human.”
His voice echoed through the room, but he was nowhere to be found, making you run your eyes over the empty place, your breathing quickening and a mix of sensations growing inside you. You were alert when you heard him say the word you had thought of. Could he...?
“Oh yes. I read thoughts. I know exactly what you came down here to do.” You felt his voice in the back of your neck and turned around, finding nothing. The creature, showing itself to be really a vampire, fascinated you with that. It was amazing how he was all over the place, but he wasn’t. You were vibrating, your mind racing in a million thoughts. “I admit, you are a brave human and... very curious for a mere mortal.”
The creature was sitting back in the chair, and you approached in quick steps, pausing as you noticed the creepy, almost predatory smile on its lips. “Many say that I am not like other women. Integra also thinks so, so we are friends.” The creature nodded and didn’t take its reddened eyes away from you. Those eyes seemed to pull you closer, alternating your gaze between the vampire’s eyes and mouth.
“Alucard.” The man, Alucard, answered the question, asked inside your head. You pulled back a bit when you heard his voice echoing inside your head, answering several questions you had in the most animalistic way possible. He was amused by watching you widen your eyes and falter your steps when given detailed information about the taste of blood and how it killed and fed.
You swallowed, thinking about the question he asked inside your head. No, you wouldn’t give up now, right now that you were so close to solving your doubts about the creature.
Alucard laughed loudly and changed his position in the chair, his red eyes watching you intently, as if you were his prey. “You still don’t leave, do you?”
You nodded weakly, torn between approaching or staying at the distance you were possibly safe. You felt your body react strangely, your insides screamed to run out of that place, that that man in front of you could tear you apart in the blink of an eye, but that was electrifying, that fear coursing through your veins, your body trembling in alert and the form of a creature feared by all, capable of anything not humanly possible.... You were tempted to go all the way.
“My main doubt, Alucard, as you already know, is whether vampires have blood circulation or not, whether they can sustain an erection...” You began, letting the rest of the sentence die in the air, getting lost in the violent images that appeared in your mind; images of Alucard fighting and killing.
You got lost inside your own head, bothered by those images and the amount of blood that flooded your head. You came back to reality when you heard the loud laughter, trying to focus the blurry vision on the man standing in front of you, very close to you. You were no longer distant from him; you were too close, in front of the small table, stuck between him and the table. You saw him rise, his body covering yours as he took off his hat and lowered himself to the level of your face, making you cringe.
“I smell fear and... horniness.” Alucard pinned you against the small table, his arms caging you as he brought his face closer to yours. “Are you horny, human?”
You swallowed, squinting and trying to control your breathing, almost moaning when you heard his voice so close to your ear. “I don’t deny that the idea of knowing how you are-“
“Having sex with a vampire?” He corrected your speech, creating more space for him between your legs.
“Yeah, have sex with a vampire. With you, in this case, is extremely exciting.” You ended the sentence with a little sly smile, which did not go unnoticed by the vampire. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back when he brushed his nose against your neck.
“I can kill you...” He whispered against your warm skin, humming as he felt your pulse racing beneath his lips.
You sighed heavily, tilting your head to give him more space and feel the icy lips playing with your neck. “Still want you…”
Alucard laughed softly against your skin, the warm air chilling you and making your corset-breasted chest rise and fall quickly, drawing the attention of the bright red eyes as he pulled away from you.
“Humans really are such fascinating creatures.” The red eyes circled every corner of your face, searching for something other than the expression of pleasure mixed with longing, but he found nothing.
Alucard smiled widely, showing the row of white teeth and the pointed fangs that at any moment could carve your body open, and skirted your swollen lips with his gloved thumb, playing with you.
“Don’t forget that it was you who wished for this, dear.” Alucard hummed, still playing with your lips, and you nodded quickly, sliding the tip of your tongue down his finger. “Great. It’s been a long time since I’ve had such an interesting human companion.”
You had to rest your hands on the small table so as not to fall backwards when Alucard advanced on you, pinning your neck with one hand and with the other pulling your exposed thigh through the dress, squeezing the flesh with desire.
“Oh, my God..” You moaned heavily against his mouth, feeling electricity run through your body and focus in the middle of your spread legs to accommodate Alucard’s enormous figure.
“God, no, dear. Me.” Alucard kissed you in a hurry, pressing your lips to move the way he wanted and forcing his tongue in, earning a muffled moan as he explored your mouth and pulled you closer to him.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him on top of you; the two almost lying on the table as you kissed each other eagerly.
Alucard’s gloved hands explored your body, squeezing and scratching every corner of exposed skin for him to take advantage of and mark the way he wanted.
He let out a grumble when you bit and sucked on his lower lip, returning to kiss you with desire, feeling the strong taste of iron from the blood he had drunk earlier. Neither of you stopped the kiss, exploring each other’s mouths and tongues, swallowing saliva and muffled moans.
You moaned loudly against his mouth as you felt his bulge pressing against your intimacy, pressing your legs against his waist and rubbing against him. “Alucard...”
He smiled against your swollen lips and went down, tracing wet kisses down your neck until he reached the neckline of the dress, sucking a part of one of your breasts that went up and down quickly. You trapped a hand on his long, black strands, pressing him against the warm skin that was mistreated with bites and hickeys, making you moan and roll against his waist for more contact.
Alucard ran his hands around your body over the dress and kneaded your breasts, happy with the way they molded themselves in his caresses. He tore your dress, freeing your marked breasts and went back to delighting in you.
“Ngh... Alucard... slowly...” You grumbled, pulling his strands away from your sensitive body, but it was useless since he had much more strength and continued to suck one breast, rotating his large tongue through the areola and distributing bites throughout the region. “Alucard, please... Ah!”
Alucard moved away slightly, making you grumble at the lack of contact and half-open your eyes, finding him staring at you coldly with those red ruby eyes and his mouth glistening with saliva. He continued squeezing your breasts, admiring the teeth marks he left and moved closer to your face, brushing his nose against yours. “You asked for it, human.”
Those words, almost a threat, should make you want to run away, have extreme fear, but it only excited you more, sending horniness directly to your already wet pussy. You arched your back as you felt Alucard’s mouth back on your body, intensifying the bites and hickeys.
It was painful, and you writhed underneath him, grabbing and pulling what you could of him away, but you also wanted more of that feeling, rubbing against his pelvic and feeling the bulge forming. You moaned loudly, squeezing around nothing and feeling how wet you were.
Alucard stopped, satisfied with mistreating your breasts and pulled away to face you, almost lying over the table, red, panting and marked by him. He smiled sadistically and slid his hands through the folds of your dress, uttering a grumble as he found your thighs and caressed them.
You grunted as you felt his gloved hands rising near the place you needed Alucard most, and shuddered as he ran his thumbs lightly over your intimacy.
“You smell aroused, human...” He hummed, inhaling more of your scent near your neck and ran his tongue over the area while his hands remained under your dress, playing with the insides of your legs. “I wonder what your taste will be, human. Will it be as good as your sly moans calling me as you rub against me?”
You hang your head back, biting your lower lip as you felt his big toe pressing your clitoris over the fabric and rolling over for more sensation.
“So needy...” Alucard blew into your ear and laughed softly as you grabbed his arms and held back your moans. “Do you want me that much, human?”
You pulled your head away from his lips, fighting the urge to receive more caresses, and rested your head on your shoulders, staring at the red eyes that devoured you. You smiled languidly and even though you knew you were entering much more dangerous terrain, but couldn’t help it, you said, “Why don’t you find out how much I need you and what I taste like by eating me, huh?”
Alucard laughed out loud, incredulity and interest growing inside him, and showed his white teeth shining in the low light of the room, approached your mouth and whispered against it. “You don’t know the danger you’re in by not controlling this sassy human mouth.”
You were about to make another sassy comment, but Alucard’s large hands, held around your waist, pulled you sharply to the edge of the table, forcing you to lie down on the small surface while he lifted the layers of fabric until it exposed your bottom.
Alucard hissed at the sight of the thin, wet piece that covered your pussy. You felt embarrassed by the exposure and closed your legs, causing Alucard to click his tongue in disapproval and spread your legs again tightly, his gloved hands squeezing the soft insides.
“You’d better keep those legs wide open...” Alucard kept his bright red eyes locked in yours as he slowly took off your panties, sliding his hands down the sides of your thighs. The white fangs shone in the crooked smile that formed when he saw your pussy waiting to receive his attention.
You heard your heart pounding in your ears, and Alucard listened too, utterly glad that he was the reason you were so nervous; scared and horny simultaneously. The way your warm blood ran through your veins made Alucard control himself so as not to get into trouble for Integra.
“Alucard...” You drove your head back, squeezing your fingers on the edge of the table as he ran two gloved fingers through your folds, opening them up and spreading your liquid all over your pussy. Your quickening breathing and muffled mumbling escaped as he increased the caress, circling your bud with his thumb and two fingers at your entrance. “Alu-Ngh!”
Alucard laughed out loud as he felt you squeezing the tips of both fingers inside you, trying to get more of those long, nimble fingers. He withdrew his fingers and moved his hand up towards your mouth. It took you a while to understand what he wanted, but you bit the tip of the glove, holding it and he pulled his hand out, showing the large hand marked at the top; You wanted to know what that symbol was, but he probably wouldn’t tell.
You saw Alucard kneel, his hands clasping your legs apart, closing in on your pussy, throbbing and dripping wet for attention. “Keep your legs open and make good use of this little mouth, human. No one will listen to you here....”
That feeling of dread ran down your spine, stopping at the base of your back and dissolved into a loud moan as you felt Alucard breathing against your pussy and his tongue licking from bottom to top, circling and sucking your clit in slow movements, repeating the action all again.
“Ah! Alu-Ngh!” You shuddered as you felt him bury his face in you, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit as he stuck his long tongue inside you, working in quick back-and-forth motions. “Alucard! Oh! Fuck... Ah!”
Alucard smiled and rubbed his face against your wet pussy, diving two fingers inside you and working them together with his tongue, making you grab the table with one hand and bring the other to his black strands, pulling his face against you as you rolled on his face, increasing the pleasure.
Your loud moans echoed in the small room along with the wet noises of Alucard’s mouth sucking and licking your pussy, moaning against you, adding sensations to the pleasure you felt.
“Alucard... Oh! I... Ngh...” You squeezed your legs around his head, feeling that you were close to cumming in his mouth, which swallowed your liquid with pleasure, but he stopped sucking you at the same moment he parted your legs with force.
You grumbled in protest, panting and red, your spread legs shaking under his grip and your pussy gushing liquid that ran down your ass and dirtying the table as much as you smeared his shiny face.
“Splendid, human.” His hoarse voice echoed, and you shivered, trying to keep your eyes open to appreciate the figure of the vampire approaching. “As tasty as blood. Perfect.”
He brushed his moist lips with your liquid against yours and pulled away before you kissed him, following behind his lips, being stopped by the hand on your throat, squeezing lightly.
“Alucard, please...” You whispered with your eyes closed, feeling the pressure of his hand on your throat and his waist rubbing against you, the bulge of his pants fitted to your pussy, sending pleasure all over your body. “Please...”
“Hmm?” Alucard had fun with you, driving you crazy just to hear you beg. “Please, what human?”
You grabbed his shoulders, digging your nails into the thick red coat and rolled against him, synchronizing the waist movements. “I need you...”
“Use your mouth decently, human.” You went up one hand to his cheek, caressing the cold skin and slid the other into the bulge of his pants, squeezing and rubbing, making him suck his breath.
“I want you to fuck me, Alucard.” You saw the flaming ruby red eyes and the sadistic smile widening.
“Your wish is my command.” Alucard unzipped and his hurried hands slid down the pants he was wearing, unleashing what you wanted so much.
You stopped for a while, amazed at that; a big hard cock of a vampire. You alternated your gaze between Alucard’s cock and eyes, not knowing what to do with the information.
“Why so surprised? Isn’t that what you wanted, human?” Alucard took your hand and took it to his own cock. “You can play it at will.”
You looked at him and his cock, moistening your lips and started masturbating him, feeling the weight, the softness and the warmth. You had so many questions simultaneously that you wanted that enormous cock inside your mouth, inside you fucking you.
“Are you not dead?” Alucard laughed out loud, the laughter vibrating inside him and on the walls of that room. You looked up, still working your hands on the hot, throbbing cock. “How is it possible?”
“Don’t worry that little head too much, human.” Alucard now understood why Integra let you wander around his room; You were just as curious as she was at the beginning of their alliance. You really were a very curious friend.
“I’m dead. I’ve died three times, but I’m not completely dead...” Alucard fit in between your legs, making you rub his cock in your pussy, both moaning with the sensation. You fitted the head of his cock to your entrance and intertwined your legs around his waist when you felt the tightness of his gigantic hands on your waist and his voice in your ear. “I’ll show you how dead I am.”
You moaned loudly, hanging your head back, your hands squeezing Alucard’s shoulders, feeling his big, thick cock making room inside your hot, small insides. You felt him spreading through your body, your stomach tightening as he settled completely inside you. You blinked bewildered, your open mouth stammering, drawing a laugh from Alucard, who was waiting for you to get used to it.
“Alucard... You are so big.. hot...” You sighed against his face, feeling Alucard heavy, hot, big inside you, shaping your pussy into the shape of his monster cock. “You’re so alive...”
Alucard let out a sneer, pulling you by the waist until he pressed you against him, going deeper inside you, making you moan, squinting in pleasure. “You don’t know how much, human...”
Alucard moved calmly, dragging his cock out and inside you, feeling every spasm of your pussy, squeezing and sucking him, wanting more than he was giving you. You whimpered, pressing against him, feeling empty every time he left and completely full when he entered, opening you in the middle and crawling through your gummy walls until you reached your cervix, making you sob the moan.
“Alucard... More... I want more...” You sighed softly, barely feeling your strength as he played with you, testing how far you could take in that mess, feeling him filling you to the last.
“I’ve barely begun to appreciate you, human.” Alucard mocked you, and even with your eyes closed, you knew he smiled. He was controlling himself not to increase the pace, thrusting deep inside you, taking out every kind of sound and reaction that your human body could make to feed his animalistic side. You had no idea how much he wanted to fuck you like an animal, put you on all fours and thrust his cock hard and fast, going deeper and deeper inside you, molding your pussy into his shape for you to never forget. “You have no idea how long I haven’t felt a human warmth squeezing me, molding itself around me, moaning my name, and delighting themselves with my fuck...”
“I’m going to enjoy every second of this, human.” Alucard’s voice and laughter echoed in your head with the wet noises of your pussy swallowing his cock and the moans you both let out for some time. You couldn’t remember how many times Alucard had you in that, begging him to go faster and deeper as you were close to cumming and felt his lips on every part of your body, but he would stop when you were near the apex and start all over again, going slower and slower.
“Alucard... Ngh... Ah...” Your voice came out hoarse and flawed, barely able to keep up with the immense pleasure your body felt when Alucard was fucking you slowly, widening your soaked pussy and playing with your swollen clitoris, both red and begging for relief. You felt Alucard enjoying every reaction you had, his body shaking as you melted into pleasure and whimpering, completely messed up by him. “Alu-Ah.. Alucard... Please...”
Alucard brought his face closer to yours, rubbing himself against your sweaty red skin, slowly going in and out of you, almost falling off the table, and held your waist forcing you to feel him pulsing inside you, his cock getting heavier and heavier and inside you, seeming to consume himself with you. “Hmm? What did you say, human?”
You shuddered as you felt Alucard’s tongue licking from your throat to your mouth, forcing his long tongue into the cavity and exploring it, savoring your moans and the salty taste of tears streaming down your rosy cheeks. You grabbed the back of his head, pulling the long black strands and kissed him with the same intensity, as if you were bewitched by that vampire, awakening from the deep stupor that was minutes ago and rubbing against him, going at the pace you so badly needed.
You were panting when you parted, noticing that the vampire didn’t need air as much as you did. He could go on for hours and have you completely destroyed... You shivered and involuntarily squeezed Alucard’s cock when you finally assimilated the words he had spoken long ago before he started that. Having those flaming ruby eyes focused fully on you as Alucard’s smile grew, feeding on the fear that settled inside you.
“What did you want, human?” Alucard’s thick voice echoed throughout the room, making you tremble more and you felt helpless, small and humanly fragile in front of the immense vampire on top of you. “What’s wrong? Did the cat eat your tongue, or did you finally realize the situation you’re in?”
You were panting, your exposed and marked chest rising and falling rapidly, your hands trembling on the vampire’s body, who was amused by the growing fear inside you. You were sure that the color of his eyes was more vivid than when you entered that room, just like when he gave you a brief sample of his powers.... Alucard was using his powers on you.
You swallowed, throat trembling as much as the rest of you, drawing Alucard’s watchful eyes to the region, watching him take a deep breath as he smiled more... almost like an animal. You took a deep breath and brought your trembling hands to the vampire’s cold chin, squeezing and bringing him closer to you. You were so scared of everything here, but the incredible feeling of having Alucard inside you, pulsing as hot and alive as you, was greater than the desire to give up, screaming for help. “Don’t use your powers on me, vampire. I know very well what I want.” Alucard raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by you and waiting for your response.
“I want you to let me cum with your cock inside me and cum too, filling me to the brim...” You ran your eyes over the vampire’s expressionless face. Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for the vampire’s reaction.
Alucard smiled widely, his eyes softening, returning to the red of before, his face seeming to glow as if it were an angel in your grip. “As you wish, human...” He whispered in your ear, slowly pulling away and slid out of you, making you sigh heavily and squeeze around nothing, all your liquid running down your red, swollen pussy, missing Alucard’s big, thick cock.
He slid you off the table calmly and gently, still smiling in that angelic way, and turned you with your back to him, his figure standing out as he slid his hands down your sides and stopped at your waist with a firm grip. You were anxious, feeling his hands pull the fabric up, exposing your ass and trembling legs.
He was so calm as he took off your sweaty dress; the piece ending up in some corner of the dark room, and lined up back in your entrance, pinning you against his stone body, running his hands up your body and cradling your breasts as rubbed his face against your neck. You clasped your hands on the edge of the table, waiting nervously for his actions, his calmness making you more frightened than when he looked like an animal.
You held your breath as you felt him inhale your scent and shivered at his words. “Don’t break, human. Integra wants you back up there.” You froze as you listened to his words, remembering them coming out of Integra’s mouth and the man who brought you here.
Alucard penetrated you hard, taking your breath out and pushing you against the table, going in and out of you the way you begged so much before having you squint and open your mouth, calling loudly for the vampire, who smiled sadistically again. One hand of Alucard’s went up to your neck, tilting your head to the side and lightly squeezing the region and the other slid into your belly, pressing where the head of his cock appeared on your belly, making you moan sly and wince in his grip.
“Do you feel me here?” He pressed more on your belly, making you roll your eyes in pleasure and soften against him, feeling his cock going deep and hitting all the points that made you see stars and squeeze around him. “Oh, honey, you don’t know how good you are, squeezing me like that and melting with my touches... Your blood boiling in your veins, so inviting...” Alucard rubbed his nose on your neck, giving a wet kiss to the region.
You could barely register what he said, lost in the pleasure that flooded your body with the deep and quick thrusts, making your stomach turn and you whimper loudly, wanting much more. “Alucard.. Ngh! Ah! Alu-Ah!” You wrapped a hand around his hand on your belly, digging your nails into the cold skin, feeling your legs tremble as that warmth in your belly tightened.
“Alucard, I’m going-Ngh! I...” Alucard grumbled against your neck, still going in and out of you hard and fast, having you jump into his arms. “I’m going to cum... please... Alucard...!”
His bottle and glass of blood fell off the table, breaking as it shattered on the floor as soon as you were bent on top of the hard surface, standing on tiptoe to keep up with the rhythm of Alucard’s thrusts, hitting deeper and deeper, pushing you to the limit of the pleasure you felt. You swayed by the small table with Alucard’s brutality inside you, scratching at the wood while squinting and mumbling a few words and moans, tightening tighter and tighter around him, trying to trap the cock inside you.
Alucard laughed loudly, feeling you squeezing and sucking him more and more, your thighs shaking violently and little toes curling. “Greedy...”
“Alucard... Alucard, please...” You gasped in a moan as you felt his hand on your clit, playing with the nerve at the same intensity he thrusted into you, making you scream and cum on his cock, your liquid gushing between his thrusts, dirtying his cock and clothes.
“That’s right. Good girl, cum on my cock.” Alucard’s calm, sultry voice guided you through your orgasm while he was still playing with your body, overstimulating you; your body barely holding on. Alucard slid a hand up on your back, shivering you, and tangled in your messy strands, pulling your head and spine back up. He leaned up to your ear and whispered, “Pussy so good... I’m going to fuck this pussy until I fill you with my cum. Do you want me to fill you with my cum, human?”
You nodded as you could, tired, overstimulated and eager to have the reason that took you to that basement and let yourself be fucked by that creature. You, still curious and barely formulating thoughts and sentences, babbled one of your countless doubts about the vampire. “Can you-Ngh! Ah, fuck… Get someone pregnant... Oh! Alucard!”
Alucard raised an eyebrow, surprised by your questioning because he really didn’t know, had never tried this. His sadistic smile widened, showing the row of pointed teeth, and continued to move in that animal rhythm, almost making you pass out. “Why don’t we figure this out together now?”
Alucard scraped the fangs on your neck, taking out a trickle of blood and licked the liquid, delighting in the taste and came inside you after a deep thrust, lost in pleasure, almost reaching the kingdom of heaven that was forbidden to him in the first life, having you folded for him on the table and moaning loudly, shivering and filled with the hot liquid flowing inside your pussy. He let go of you like a doll and came out of you, watching you shudder violently and his thick cum leak out of your hole, run down your thighs, the table and dripping on the floor.
Alucard whistled loudly and smiled when he saw the scene, completely satisfied with what he had done.
You blinked strongly, trying to stay awake and normalize your breathing, feeling your whole body on fire and throb in pain. You felt Alucard’s hands lifting you carefully and turning you towards him, the ruby red eyes flaming as he brushed off the hair stuck to your face by sweat and caressed your face with his long cold fingers, you smiled minimally at him, letting yourself soften in the vampire’s embrace, which remained impeccable.
You saw him pull his pants down to his ankles and sit in his chair, pulling you by the hand to the middle of his legs, kneeling in front of him, noticing his still hard, throbbing and dirty cock at the base with your cum. You looked up at the vampire’s face, seeing him smile sadistically and bring you closer to his cock with one hand and the back of your neck. “Our party only ends when I say so, human.”
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