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I n e e d a post-engine Rick NSFW Alphabet, please ?
(hiatus? being gone for months? i don't know what you're talking about.
this post contains nc themes and gore and all things nasty. reader discretion advised and all that.)
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RICHARD TRAGER NSFW ALPHABET (POST-ENGINE)
Aftercare | If one manages to get proper aftercare from Rick after he's been exposed to the engine, they deserve an award. Rick doesn't give a fuck. For most of the time. His game is to use and abuse his lover, and then maybe afterwards letting them stay around with their limbs intact. Oh, he won't kill that kind of a useful little thing, what would he do with a broken toy? But he might have to convince his lover to stay for a little while longer. Maybe binding them to a gurney and wheeling them around while whistling labouriously through his split lip. Just to show that while he's not gentle, he's at the very least merciful, right? Although, he's very fond of the idea of making his partner so dumb with orgasms that they can't really function after sex from the soreness, so that he has more control over them. Surface-level affection, almost mocking, cold baths and pushing his partner around on wheels since they're so weak. He gets a kick out of absolute control.
Body part | Fingers. No, sorry, but he has a hand fetish, and goes crazy watching his partner finger themselves and using their hands on themselves, specifically. On himself, he likes his ass. That's why it's always out. Easy, breezy, good to slap and grab at while he thrusts in. He laughs, feigning mild amusement but has to bite his tongue to not let out a needy moan when his ass is played with.
Cum | Dr. Trager has to make sure to give his favourite patient their daily injections, oh yes. He just needs to cum deep, deep inside, whatever hole he's thrusting into. He loves shoving his hips flush against his lover's face, forcing them to take his cum down their throat and seeing the tears and ugly gags as he chuckles and praises them; "Say ah - good, good job, sweets. That's it, take it all. Every last drop. Fuck, that's tight... Breathe through your nose. There we go. There we go."
Dirty secret | Nothing like being covered in blood and viscera and fucking animalistically on the floor, sweaty from running, skin bruised and lip split from the struggle. That's what Rick really likes.
Experience | Rick might be a little bit lost inside his own head and detached from reality, but he's still got it, so to speak. All that experience from beforehand is in his muscle memory. He knows what he's doing.
Favorite position | Any position where he can exercise control by being able to see his partner's face. He needs to see it all, see how the way he angles his hips makes his lover's eyes roll back, how their brows furrow as he's about to make them cum, how they grimace ever so slightly when he bends their body into an impossible angle, pushing his cock inside while gripping onto their thighs. So, anything with eye contact. Very important.
Goofy | Snarky but sexy, that's how he likes his fucking. He just doesn't shut up. It's like he has a fucked up porn parody script inside his head that never stops. He loves to hear his own voice if his mouth isn't occupied.
Hair | Little to no pubic hair left due to the state of his skin. He quips a lot about saving money on shaving products these days.
Intimacy | Like mentioned above, Rick is not very concerned about intimacy after being exposed to the horrors of Mt. Massive, however, he can't help but get a little lovey-dovey just as he's about to cum. A little bit of his former self slips out as his thrusts turn erratic and he bites back his whines and tries not to say "I love you, I fucking love you so much, fuck," as his fucktoy looks up at him adoringly. When his partner responds to his touch well, he can't help but soften up a little bit. Also, as he's desperate to cum and in a good mood, he's bound to say some teeth-rottingly sweet stuff.
Jack off | He doesn't really need to masturbate since he has his little assistant wherever he goes, except as a punishment. He'd definitely strap his misbehaving partner into a wheelchair or another contraption where they couldn't touch him, and just to tease them, he'd stand a few feet from them and give them a show. Stroking his cock languidly with a feral grin, just giggling and grunting, talking filthy as he watches his partner wriggle against their restraints. The struggle only turns him on more. Maybe he'll cum on their face, not bothering to clean it up and leave them all tied up, check up on them later, leaving his partner to grind their teeth in frustration. Jacking off is one of his tools of power, not a relieving of his urges.
Kink | Medical and surgery play, but times a hundred. Bondage, bloodplay, humiliation, exhibitionism - oh, he's going to make the other variants watch. Just to show them what they're missing.
Location | Honestly, any place in the asylum where he can wrestle his partner against a piece of rickety furniture is good enough for him - however, he prefers a more... medical setting, if it's available. Stirrups, hospital beds, wheelchairs, autopsy tables, any vertical surface in the male ward. The more bloodstained the better. His "consultation office" is one of his favourite places to fuck in, but he's not opposed to sneaking around to other places in the asylum. He just wants it to be dirty and forbidden.
Motivation | Torture. There, it's out there. Nothing like a good, adrenalizing chase or surgery to get the blood pumping. If his partner is an autassassinophiliac or just enjoys a good chase - even better, he might not even have to cut them up, the enthusiasm will certainly make up for the blood.
No | He doesn't like submitting to his lover. Just because he needs the control, needs the power, after he lost so much of his power and influence, his ego demands that his partners submit to him in all aspects. Even if they're on top, he's the one who's in control.
Oral | After being exposed to the engine, Rick gives oral like a starved man. It's like he's sensitive to and even somewhat addicted to his partner's pheromones. While he also loves to bury his cock into his partner's throat as a little stress reliever, he loves to hear his partner moan as he dives between their legs. That tongue can do wonders, and he can exercise control over his partner's pleasure while getting a proper taste of them. He always gets achingly hard when he gives oral, and loves when his lover pulls on his hair and digs their nails into his scalp. Loves it. Might even cum hands-free.
Pace | Fast and rough. When he's inside his lover, he can't be bothered to be all slow and sensual - that's what torture foreplay is for.
Quickie | Rick likes quickies. Just the thought of a free-use fucktoy he can use before going off to do his work gets him going. Quickies are definitely convenient when he has to attend to his patients. An office quickie with an assistant - what's not to like?
Risk | Sex with Rick after he's been through the engine is in and of itself a huge risk. Not to be gross, but he doesn't really think of the consequences of anything, he's just here to satisfy his own sadistic urges. He's willing to experiment with all kinds of things.
Stamina | Rick is nearly insatiable, and can go for several rounds without feeling exhausted or spent. Most of his motivation for rounds two, three and four come from overstimulating his partner without him solely chasing his own pleasure, and he's good at what he does, and takes his sweet time doing it, making sure his partner can't stand up straight after their treatment.
Toys | "What do you mean 'did you wash that speculum'? Do I look like I don't know what I'm doing? I'm the professional here, sweetheart."
Unfair | Rick is extremely sadistic, and any chance he gets to tease his partner, he takes it since it fuels his sadism to see tears of frustration run down his pretty toy's flushed face. So, lots of teasing, edging, all that, if he's in the mood to savour his prey.
Volume | His volume depends on his mood. When he's mad or in another kind of negative mood, he'll be pretty quiet, but most of the time, he's pretty loud and talkative. Lots of teasing, filthy words, groans and cursing. He doesn't have a filter.
Wild card | He's going to press those bone shears, blade against tender skin, on his lover's neck, grinning as he fucks them in rough, deep thrusts while their eyes dart from his undulating hips to the rusted tool in his hands, its hinge creaking dangerously as he presses it further against their throat. He loves the little red pearl necklace that forms on his lover's skin. Just a little bit of pressure, a desperate gasp, but not a slice, not the sound of gushing blood, just the sound of his prey struggling - and he cums. Deep, hard, with a feral growl.
X-ray | His cock is more responsive to stimuli than ever, getting painfully hard with even a little bit of action. It's sensitive, shapely, with bulging veins and a throbbing, prominent underside. Not to be disgusting (yet here we are) but the texture of his skin is different from before. Massages one's insides in a most lovely way.
Yearning | His sex drive is through the roof. Being so pumped full of hormones and having so much destructive energy, he needs to release all of it. He's very spontaneous and will get aroused from pretty much anything. The primal need to empty himself into his lover as roughly as possible is always there.
Zzz | Rick rarely sleeps. He can't stomach the nightmares anymore. Even though they excite him, sleep is not rest anymore, so he'll go without sleeping for as long as he can. Grumpy and groggy before a total shutdown. If this happens after fucking, he might let his lover curl up beside him, too tired to protest the cuddles. But he secretly likes it. He feels safe, in an almost animalistic, instinctual way.
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(ok i'm sorry for the hiatus here's some porn to make up for it lol)
missed me? i missed you guys. like a whole lot. sniff.
was going through a little bit of an academic burnout and some of the good ol' illnesse of the mentalle kinde but oh boy. am i back or what. i'm back. i'm not dead.
i'm on holiday for the next few months, and while i'll be working through the summer, i'll also have a lot of time to write again.
so sorry for doing a houdini again. i hope you people still tolerate me. i'll be going through my inbox as it's pretty full of requests (again lol). worry not if you've sent me something, i'll be working on it.
I saw an anon mention that they've only seen one Billy Hope piece and I would like to make it TWO so I present you my hopeful request: Reader is one of the people who preform maintenance on the engine Billy is held so they know how it works and shit, im using that one request before this to say he visits their dreams while they sleep and basically shows them how he sees them(nasty thoughts included, of course), reader gets him out(or not, up to you), and then sexy nanite(or whatever it is) time
(lmao this is long and bad. genuinely can't write anything but graphic, fucky wucky, hardcore porn anymore. fml.
tried to make it gender neutral. content warning for smut that includes the walrider because uhm yes. just overall graphic nsfw but also fluff things and idk idk dikkdkdks. kind of gore mentions also? not really but you know me and my edgy dream imagery things. gross stuff. also. the walrider is a functional waterproof vibrator now i guess. that's. what we're going with now. yeah.
sorry this took so long, it's been what like several months since you requested this. oops.)
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You hated looking at him. All that pale, distended skin, webs of maroon veins bursting underneath it, dark red tubes against what little colour was left in his cheeks. Those unblinking eyes, blue, bulging out, staring into nothing and everything at the same time, never reacting to your movement. Just the screen. It all looked so painful and there was nothing you could do about it. You hated looking at the worst mistake on this side of the planet - but you said nothing. Nodding absentmindedly to him before getting to work on the pod. Your supervisors always thought you were odd.
"Bedside manners," you had mumbled, flicking specks of metallic dust off of your plastic blue coveralls before shoving your hand into your toolbox.
"He can't hear you, you know that, right?"
You could hear the smirk behind that stupid mask.
"Yeah," you shrugged and unscrewed the lid of the heavy-duty industrial lubricant, slathering it onto the joints right beneath the bottom of the sphere, trying not to look at how Hope's toes wiggled - in a perverse way, you thought, maybe your administrations felt ticklish - but it was just metal, "But you know... I just - yeah."
You felt stupid.
You shrugged again. Your head hurt. It was the fifth time that week you had to work on these switches. Stiff as all hell.
"Stiff as all hell," you said.
Conversation.
"Uh-huh," the doctor nodded.
You nodded back. Tried to ignore the gurgling coming from the pod. You tried not to look at Hope.
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You saw him a lot. Way too much for it to be healthy - fuck, the poor man looked like he was one good sneeze away from cardiac arrest. They kept him wired into the engine constantly. All the time, hooked up into thousands of sensors, just floating there in a mixture of life support fluid and his shedding skin cells, dancing in the pool water-like sludge. You wondered if he felt anything.
You dug your screwdriver into a small panel underneath the console, wiggling it against the tiny screws, your sweaty back digging into the metal floor, one rogue electric cord underneath your bum, making you shift your hips in discomfort. You were always doing the dirty work, always on your knees on the floor or on your back, bent in some awkward position as you tried to reach into the innards of some fancy German-made part of this machine of wonders.
Well, at least I'm not being bent in Blaire's office, that's for sure. Things could always be worse.
You heard a bubbling, garbled noise that made the wires emit a small purple spark right in front of your eyes. You jolted, hitting your head on the underside of the console, the crash making you whimper as your nose was filled with the fishy scent of an electrical fire. You gagged, rubbing your forehead and crawled from beneath the console as you heard bootsteps.
"I'm okay!" you sighed, trying to rise up to your kneed but the doctors scurried past you without as much as one look.
Oh.
You flicked your eyes to the sphere, watched as large bubbles billowed around Hope's sharp nose, rising to the top of the sphere before dissolving into smaller ones, skittering across the glass. You couldn't help but stare. The sound. But it was too loud, it couldn't have been him. It was inside your head.
"Hope's doing something, someone get this in the log - dammit, where's Andrew?"
"Diaphragm contractions by the looks of it. Is he speaking?"
"He better not be speaking. If that happens, we need -..."
You rose up from the floor.
"You," someone called out, pointing at you, snapping their fingers - the rubber gloves made it sound more like the crack of a very small whip, "What were you doing?"
"Repairs," you crossed your arms.
"He's laughing," someone gasped.
"No the fuck he's not. Someone go check the fluid valve, now."
"He laughed."
"What'd you do?"
The question was directed at you. You tore your eyes off of Hope, off of the black pinpoints of his pupils.
"Uhh," you cleared your throat, "I banged my head?"
It felt like such a natural answer.
"You banged your head?" you saw the doctor cock an eyebrow, the skin around his goggles stretching ever so slightly.
You heard someone grunt: "Oh, fuck me."
But he had laughed. Before - no. Maybe, just maybe, you had imagined it. Hope was not inside your mind. He couldn't be. But he had indeed laughed.
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Hope shifted his bare feet, his eyes still firmly on the wavy floor.
"I didn't mean to startle you," he muttered, his lips moving stiffly as your vision swam as you could feel your light snores rattling the back of your throat. You were afraid you were going to choke on your breath and wake up. You shook your head.
"Why are you here?" your voice sounded distant, too distant. Even his breathing was louder in your ears than your own voice, and you hated it, hated how he engulfed your senses with the pungent scent of antiseptic spray and latex gloves, the buzzing in your bones, like a thousand or a million dentist's drills grinding you down bit by bit.
Hope shrugged.
"I don't know," his lips twitched into a smile that quickly faded away. You blinked at him.
"But - how? I thought that - whatever. You shouldn't do this. I'm going to have to report this."
Your sound was mechanical, devoid of the whirlpools of emotion in your chest.
"Maybe - maybe don't do that," Hope gritted his teeth, let out a bitter laugh as he wrung his hands together. You watched the tendons in his forearm flex and relax. He was so skinny.
"I have to," you didn't even look at him. Empty threats. How would you even begin that conversation?
"Yeah, how would you?" he moved closer to you, his hand on your shoulder, cupping the roundness of the joint, his thumb massaging your skin.
"You heard that," you grunted. Not a question.
"Yeah. I hear a lot of things. Your thoughts, I guess. Your head is a mess."
"Really?" you looked up at him, feeling weightless as you watched the shuddering glint in his eyes, "I haven't had any complaints yet."
He grinned. You traced the hollow of his cheek with your index finger. His skin was cold, wet.
"Hope," you clicked your tongue, smirking, as the inky blackness swirling beneath your feet rose up your ankles, wrenching you down into a swamp as you heard the distant beeps of your alarm, watched his face staring down at you as you sank, down, down, your eyes half-open.
"Billy."
"Sorry - Billy."
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It became a routine. It was almost tiring, having dreams of Billy Hope. You reported your dreams to a superior, got a pamphlet handed to you and that was it - you never called any of the numbers on the faded printing, you didn't feel like you needed to. Every night you went to sleep, you saw Billy, and it brought some excitement to your monotonous routine.
His skin was smooth, not as rough as you remembered it being at work. You thought it was funny.
You sat on the edge of a tub in a room full of tubs. Something was oddly familiar about it. Everything about Billy was oddly familiar.
"So, uh, how's - how's everything?" you swung your feet back and forth in the tub, the ripples of bloody water lapping against the old porcelain, "The doctors said that you were like restless or something."
Billy quirked a brow and absentmindedly, he prodded at his rubber duck, watching it dance on top the ripples you had caused.
"I mean," he shrugged, shifting his knees on the floor, watching the duck's head bob up and down, "I'm always restless."
"But I've been busy with maintenance. You keep short circuiting the thing," you lifted your toe up from the water, wiggling it at the duck as it bumped against it, disgusting neon yellow against drab, rusty blood.
"Oh really?" Billy sighed, pressing his cheek against the rim of the tub, dipping his arm into the water.
"I think -..." you paused, "I think it's because you want to see me more often."
"Oh, yeah?" he eyed the water with a grin, scoffing, "Right, right, okay."
You swallowed.
"But it's true," you smiled, poking his arm with your toe, "I'm your friend."
"I see lots of doctors when I sleep."
"I'm not a doctor."
"You're not special either."
You frowned.
"That's mean," you mumbled.
Billy craned his neck up, flashing you a smirk before picking up his duck and pushing it towards you. A silent olive branch.
"But you're cool," he relented, grinning at your pout, "I'll give you that."
"You like me," you fired back, crossing your arms, swirling your leg around in the blood, "And I'm going to kick you if you try to claim otherwise."
Billy laughed, throwing his head back, his shoulders heaving as his laughter made your face split slowly into a grin.
"Go ahead, sweetheart," his drawl made your stomach jolt as he called you that, "But I'll have to retaliate."
You leaned towards him, bracing your elbows on your knees as you wiggled your toes in the warm blood, the duck floating between your calves, bobbing up and down as Billy's fingers brushed against your leg.
Everything tasted of copper when he leaned up to peck your lips.
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You felt awful, fiddling around with the wires by day and spending romantic nights with a mirage of him. You hated how you had to see him get tortured every day, yet, when you came home and downed your sleeping pills so that you'd be knocked out as soon as possible, he was always happy to see you. You sometimes forgto he was the man in the engine, yet, his eyes - you always knew by his eyes. He was Billy Hope, and you spent your nights with Billy Hope.
Week after week. Seaside kisses that tasted of the ocean, then the dingy corners of Mount Massive again. Wilted roses that had greedy, open mouths, like lamprey eels, and a chaste peck to your cheek from him. Hours upon hours of conversation, playful shoves to his shoulder, then going to work and seeing his progress charts go downhill, the antsy supervisors snapping at you to hurry up with the rewiring already. You hated the day, but always looked forward to the night. Billy always took you somewhere, and the thing inside him, inside you, around you - wherever it was, purred and thrummed, buzzing through you.
When he kissed you in your dreams you felt free. Hot, wet, sweaty, but free. He tasted of nothing and everything. You guessed you were munching on your sheets, perhaps, but he tasted like home. The way he grinned after he had kissed you, the way his teeth glistened with your combined saliva - it was gross, but you loved every second of it. Everything inside you felt warm and lovely, the static that caused you headaches when you were awake had turned into a pleasant thrumming in your abdomen as Billy walked you down the streets of a malformed Paris. You couldn't even recognise your laugh inside the dreams, but it didn't matter. None of it mattered as he pushed you down onto the oddly soft and mushy cobblestones, yanking your pants down as you giggled softly.
You felt his tongue inside you, brushing against your sensitive flesh as your fingers intertwined, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand tenderly as you bucked up against his mouth, moaning.
The Walrider purred inside you as Billy lapped at your flesh, dipping inside you with the stiff tip of his tongue, his eyes gleaming up at you from behind your heaving chest as you ground against him faster, faster, grinning at the way he called your name as he devoured you, and your hand flew to your sex, stroking, stroking as Billy stood up and entered you in one swift thrust, his cock throbbing inside of you, buried to the hilt, and the air dried up around you and somewhere, an alarm beeped as you rocked your hips against his, watched his face twisting into an expression of pleasure as he gripped your hips, driving into you. An alarm beeped somewhere as your jaw fell slack against your chest, a hungry grin spreading on your face as you felt his cock slide in and out, your bodies twisting and floating in a vacuum as he fucked you, and somewhere, Billy's moans melted into a furious, mechanical noise as he came inside you, and the alarm beeped and beeped.
Your entire body jolted in your sweaty sheets as you woke up, your eyes shooting wide open as you heard a hoarse squeak spill from your chapped lips, your dry tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth as you were suddenly awfully aware of the emptiness inside you. Your loins tingled with unresolved need and you clenched around air, legs spread, your body heavy as you stared at your ceiling, tracing the little patterns of the stucco with your stinging eyes.
"Fuck," you muttered, craning your head to the side, slapping your hand on your beeping cellphone, switching the screen on, narrowing your eyes at the bluish light - 5:30AM.
"Fuck," you repeated, your hand moving to the apex of your thighs, pressing against your arousal through the tacky pool of sweat on your underwear. You screwed your eyes shut, battled between your fatigue and your throbbing need, trying to shoo away images of Billy, of his lips against your neck, his cock inside you - no, you had to sleep. You bit your lip, slipped your hand past your waistband, your head buzzing as your hips rolled against your palm, electrified air dancing all around you as you sighed, and guided your thoughts back to Billy, your brain thrumming with the dull vibrations that always accompanied your dreams these days.
You came three times before you heard your back-up alarm ring, the sound slicing through the fog in your head.
Another September morning, and all you could smell was the blood in the back of your throat and your cum on your fingers.
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You sniffled up another clot of blood from your broken nose, running through the hallways of pillowy, white rock, your work boots slipping on blood as you jumped over what used to be your coworkers. Panic made your lungs feel like two tiny balloons about to pop, all you could taste was blood and plastic and electricity and copper and blood - but you had to get to Billy.
You made a sharp turn, skidding on the wet floor, bumping into the concrete of the wall, but you didn't dare stop. You had to get to Billy before Murk Tactical.
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A few overrides of some security systems and the pressing of a button was all it took. You watched as the liquid slowly drained around his twisting body, how the sphere lowered itself onto the ground as the engine sequence screen flashed an error message. The hinges of the sphere popped, and you reached in, swallowing back your sobs.
You hooked your arms underneath his, fighting against the resistance of the lukewarm liquid, dragging Billy out of the sphere by his armpits. Your boots slipped and skidded against the plastic as salty, stinging liquid crashed in waves against your face as Billy thrashed in your grip.
"I've got you, I've got you," you gasped, pulling him from the liquid, his arms seizing against the tubes that hung loose in the sphere, tangled around his limbs like seaweed as you heaved and pulled with all your might, finally hearing Billy cough and spit as you lost your balance, fell onto the grates below you with a harsh thump with Billy's narrow frame atop yours. You panted, trying to pat Billy's exposed, clammy skin as you scrambled to your feet, muttering feverishly as you watched his chest heave with every rattling breath he took, his lungs expanding for the first time in days. You turned him on his side, your heart racing inside your chest as you wiped at your face, blood and life support fluid dripping from the tip of your nose and onto his pale skin.
"Billy?" you choked out, cradling his face in your hands, watched how his face twisted into a grimace as he sputtered the remaining liquids out of his throat, "Billy, can you hear me?"
He hacked and cleared his throat, letting out a small squeak as he opened his eyes, wide and terrified as he shivered on the floor, watching up at you as you knelt beside him with his face in your hands.
"What the fuck - why did you take me out?" his voice was raspy, harsh, gravelly. Not at all like the voice you were used to, the voice inside your head. You gulped.
"We have to go," you took him by the shoulders, slowly lifting his torso up off the floor, "Can you walk?"
"Why did you take me out of there?"
You shook your head.
"Not now, let's go."
You stood up on shaky legs and pulled him up with you, your hand slipping on the moisture of his skin.
"Can you walk?" you repeated, at a loss for words, turning your eyes away as the intensity of his gaze racked through you. It was almost accusatory, the look in his eyes.
"You shouldn't have done that, love," he muttered, "This place will be goin' to shit if I go. I need to -..."
"Billy, please," you begged, swiping at your stray hairs in frustration, tugging at his arm, your eyes skimming over his form. The blinking lights of the machine reflected off him, the droplets running down his chest to his navel glimmering with trembling reds and greens, "I bought us some time but they'll come and - please, let's get out of here."
You nudged him to follow you and he started walking behind you, with you pulling him forward by the arm as you whipped your head around and around to look for an exit, careful not to make eye contact with him.
"Let's go," you mumbled, "Are you - are you cold?"
You felt stupid for asking.
"A lil'," he grunted, "Stop. Stay. We need to talk."
"Right now?" you groaned in frustration, tugging at his wrists, but he dug his heels into the floor, stubbornly.
"You took me out of there."
"Because I don't want you to die, god, is it really - Billy, let's just go and you can - you can - sue me or whatever -..."
"Sue you? Wait, what?"
"...- you want, because right now, we need to get out of here," you gritted your teeth, eyes still fixed on the metal stairs, silently begging for him to follow you with a tender squeeze to his wrist, but he didn't budge.
"I just want you to say why."
"We need to go, we can't stay here!"
"No, tell me."
"Please, Billy, I -..."
"I know you need me."
You stopped dead in your tracks, turning around to face him, your cheeks burning.
"What?" you blurted out. A little too quickly for it to sting.
He stepped closer to you, his body mere inches from yours. This time, you couldn't turn away, couldn't look away. All you saw was the intense blue of his eyes, the nervousness glinting in them that betrayed his confident stance, his chest pressed against yours.
"You need me just as much as I need you," he said. Not hesitantly, not carefully or with a prodding edge, just as if it was a fact. And it was. You hated that he knew it all, you hated this connection.
"I know," you swallowed, "I just... How? How are you in my dreams? I saw you every night - I guess..."
"The dreams," he mumbled, "I saw you. And we... God, I've waited for you. For so long."
"You saw them too? You - you were really there? I'd hoped Wernicke was - was wrong about... All of the - uh," you gestured broadly, your lips a thin line. Your throat felt dry, arid, as you looked up into his eyes, biting the inside of your cheek as shame flushed over you, "I'm sorry - god, I... Uh... You saw everything, huh?"
Billy chuckled.
"No need to apologize, love," he smiled, "I liked them. I liked seeing you. And I know you, uh - were more than happy to see me as well, weren't you?"
He lowered his voice as his lips neared yours. You could barely breathe, but you desperately wanted to gulp in his scent, drink in his musk as his breath tickled your lips.
"I really liked them," you muttered, "The dreams."
"I could always taste your cum on my lips when I woke up," he whispered.
You moved your head closer to his, felt his lips on yours, and kissed him deeply, your hands flying to his shoulders as you poured your heart out into the heat of his mouth, a cathartic buzz running through you as you tasted him.
His teeth grazed against your bottom lip, his tongue on yours, rubbing greedily against your heat as he devoured your lips, his thin fingers stroking your cheeks. You felt the muscles of his face against you, felt the furrowing of his brow as he kissed you desperately, again, and again, not breaking the seal between the two of you. And you let him. You were too deep in his scent, you tasted nothing but him, his flesh, his need as you clawed at his shoulders. Your chest ached with tenderness as you pulled back with a disgusting smack slipping from your mouth. You craned your head back, gave Billy a slight grin, watched how his icy eyes fluttered open. You could count all of his lashes, dark and thick, all of his premature wrinkles as he sniffled, his lips parted as he dove into you again.
You chuckled against his lips as he bent you backwards, your back arching as he pressed into you, the liquid on his skin seeping into your clothes as the vibrations in the air made you feel dizzy - you just clung onto Billy, clung onto whatever held you and him together, suspended in the cool air of the engine chamber.
"Billy," you gasped as he nipped at your lip, "Billy, we gotta go."
He hummed. Flicked his tongue over yours, pressing his chest flush against yours. Sighed. Hot. Heaving.
"Billy?" you felt him pepper kisses on your jaw as you tried to pull away from him, "Billy, I don't - we should go."
"No."
You felt something unspeakable in the room. Frustration. Something. It made your skin crawl.
"N-no?" you squeaked as you felt Billy's palms run down your waist, then to your hips, moving down - and there, he cupped and groped at your ass through your pants, and you gasped again, tossing a quick glance behind you, watching for a millisecond as he kneaded your asscheeks, as if to make sure it was really happening. You swallowed thickly, turning back to Billy, just in time to watch his head dip against your chest, his tongue on your throat as he sucked at the tender flesh, making you moan involuntarily.
"Billy, fuck," you shook your head, yet your hands remained on his shoulders, not trying to pry him away, but pulling him closer as he laved his tongue over your exposed collarbone, his hands making quick work of your buttons, his hips grinding against your thigh as you walked backwards, your butt bumping against a table, "Billy - we have to go."
"I need you. I - you have no idea - I can't even..." his breath was hot on your skin, his hands on your tender flesh as he humped against you like an animal in heat, desperation swirling in the air around you as you tried to understand, tried to fight off reason and the urge to run to the nearest exit with or without him, "I can't even - touch myself... I seen you... And I can't..."
He grunted.
You licked your lips.
"Billy..."
You yelped as he pressed you against the console, papers scattering and slicing through the air, pens clattering to the floor as he shoved you down, pressing your chest against the table with one spidery hand. His fingers curled against your flesh, you could feel the heat of his skin against yours, even through your clothes. You gasped, trying to wriggle free of his grip, feeling his hips against the curve of your ass as he bent you down, moving against you with small grunts as you tried to lift yourself up.
Fuck - not now.
"Billy..." you gasped, feeling his soft hands caress you roughly from your hips all the way to your neck, where he buried his fingers into your hair, digging them into your scalp as he ground against you, "Billy - not - not here - not now, we have to -..."
You whined as you felt his stiff cock press against your ass, felt his heated desperation through his boxers.
"I need you," he rasped, pushing you down, with one splayed palm on the small of your back as he thrusted against you, shallow little ruts of his narrow hips against your butt. You gripped the table beneath you, biting your lip as you heard him groan, low and throaty as he slid his hands on your hips, guided them towards his erection in slow, smooth circles.
"Fu-uck, Billy -..." you tried to swallow down your moans, "We have to get out before - before..."
Your brain was filled with the thrum of the machines around you, beeps and whirring sounds mingling with the steady rushing of your own blood in your brain, but through it all, you heard and felt the pleasant buzz that had engulfed your head in so many of your dreams. The Walrider. It spoke to you. It spoke to you while Billy ground his hips against yours, his stiff cock resting against your backside as the thing inside him spoke to you.
Relax. You're safe.
You squeezed your eyes shut, felt the static inside your lungs, making you choke on your breath and groan loudly as you felt Billy yank your pants down behind you, his cold hands kneading your asscheeks, little breathy mumbles falling from his chapped lips.
"I know," you moaned to whomever would listen, "I know, but -..."
"Relax," Billy shushed you hoarsely, bending down to place a tender kiss to the nape of your neck - the wetness of his skin made you shudder as he touched your burning skin. You didn't even realise how aroused you were until now.
"I've been waiting for so long... Fuck..." he hissed, giving your ass a gentle squeeze, "My lil' butterfly. My everything."
You let out a shaky laugh as he slipped his hand between your legs, touching your needy flesh in soft strokes, the warmth of your rushing blood radiating into his hand, making him as warm as you, bringing him to life, little by little as he rubbed you, your throbbing flesh twitching in his grasp. You moaned, slamming your hands against the consoles, uncaring of the hollow error sounds they emitted - you didn't care. You couldn't. Not with him between your legs.
So sweet for us all. Such soft, warm flesh.
"Oh, Billy," you choked out, hissing as you felt the warm, wet tip of his cock brush against your skin as he pulled it out from his boxers, his other hand still on your sex as he stroked himself, the slick little sounds making you dizzy, the buzzing inside you growing almost unbearable, "Fuck - Billy..."
You gritted your teeth together, trying to hold back tears of overwhelming emotion. You felt complete, being so near to him. Yet so numb and empty. Everything was so wrong.
Don't cry. Don't cry.
You shook your head.
"Don't," Billy murmured softly, "Hey, listen -..."
His long, thin fingers on your waist, lifting you up and spinning you around so that you faced him as you sniffled.
"No, I'm fine," you hiccuped, embarassment and lust dripping inside your gut in white hot splats, all against the buzzing, the static, "I'm fine."
"Com'ere."
He scooted your bare butt up onto the desk, lifted you as if you weighed nothing, pressed his forehead against yours as he closed you in a gentle embrace.
"It's fine," he cooed, "Don't be scared."
"I'm not scared," you shook your head, feeling stupid, "I just - I..."
You didn't even know.
You want this, don't you? We can taste it in the air.
You let out a soft gasp as you felt wisps of buzzing clouds against your skin, black mist that felt sharp yet silky at the same time, whirring around Billy's arms, then spilling down your back in cooling cascades as he embraced you.
"D'you want it...?" he whispered in your ear.
You wiped at your eyes, feeling the mist slither around your legs, nudging them to rest on Billy's hips, allowing him access as his cock throbbed against your stomach.
Now. We've been waiting for so long.
"Yeah," you chuckled, feeling Billy's lips against the bridge of your nose as the cloud of static around you dove between your legs, hungrily, even before you'd finished your words - they knew. Billy always knew, but he was courteous enough to ask.
"I can't hear ya," he muttered, pressing his chapped lips against your neck, his tongue flitting out to taste your sweat as you moaned, clung to the rippling muscles of his back, pulling him closer to your lust.
You could feel the sharp curve of his grin against your skin, the wetness of his teeth as the sharp edges grazed against you. The swarm slithered between the two of you, caressing, buzzing against the throbbing need inside your skin, touching and toying with your liquid heat, tugging your trousers to your ankles like a warm breeze - fuck, it was all too much - and you whimpered as you felt Billy sink his teeth into you as you felt the hot, leaking tip of his cock rest against your abdomen, throbbing, and you were gone.
"Fuck me," you whined, "God, Billy, fuck me. Please."
With a boyish grin and a tender kiss to your neck, he moved his head back, his hips forward.
"You see what you do to me?" he grunted, his hands on your cheeks, squishing your face as he ground his hard cock against you, "Fuck, so perfect for me. S'good."
You moaned as you felt the thrum of the Walrider against your sex, the little particles whirring against your skin as they rushed to feed on your fluids, nipping, devouring you and you squeezed your eyes shut.
"Billy, please, oh please, please..."
"Put it in," he kissed your lips, a soft, quick peck, rubbing circles on your flushed cheeks with his thumbs, "Your hand. Need it."
You spread your legs further, jolts of pleasure washing over your abdomen in slow, rattling waves as you reached down, wrapped your hands around his slender length, gave it a few pumps, feeling how his hot breath matched the warm liquid that spilled onto your fingers, so slick, so hot, all for you. You braced yourself against it, feeling the blunt tip against your entrance.
"Wait," you stammered, "I need to -..."
You gave a slight smile to him before craning your head forward, swirling saliva on your tongue before letting a pearly string drop onto the tip of his cock, massaging your lube onto him. His fingernails dug into your cheeks as he moaned, low and guttural. Like a growl. You felt the Walrider against you, buzzing aggressively, purring against you as you stroked Billy's dick, spreading your spittle on him before guiding him down to your entrance again, rubbing it up and down, up and down until Billy was breathing harder than ever.
"Christ, you're so hot - what the fuck?" he chuckled, pressing his forehead against you. The swarm jutted against you, pressing against your thigh, like a second, needy appendage, misty and flowy but awfully solid.
"Ready?" you sighed.
He nodded, his perspiring forehead sliding against yours as he began pushing inside. Slowly. Very slowly, stretching you, and as he speared into you, sheathing his cock into you fully, his blunt tip making you squeal as it went deep, too deep, you thought you heard something like a low, growling breath inside and all around you. Tendrils of black smoke, swirling feverishly creeped up between your legs.
You inhaled deeply and looked up into Billy's eyes as he furrowed his brows, moaning at your tightness.
"Fuck - tight..."
"Start moving."
He snapped his hips back with a shuddering breath, before slamming his cock into you again. Deep and fast. Again. Again. Your butt slid on the table as you wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to grind against his thrusts as he fucked you quick and hard, and as you got lost in your own moans, the slimy sounds of him entering you, the whirring of the Walrider, you felt something inside you. Fuller. More. More, but it moved, intruded, pushed you further apart and thrummed with life. Billy groaned and you squeaked.
Inside. Need inside.
It went deeper than Billy. Swirling around his cock, buzzing inside you and you felt dizzy as it fucked you both, Billy's groans becoming higher in pitch as it squeezed his cock, stretched you further, demanded its own space inside you, but not displacing him, and you felt like you were going to split in two as it swelled inside you, thrumming and pistoning into your sweet spot, curving, probing, curious.
You swore as Billy thrusted in feverishly, his lips on yours, his teeth on your bottom lip as your back hit the wall behind you again and again with a bruising force, your legs dangling by his hips like those of a useless ragdoll as Billy fucked you. You felt something solid, strong grip your thighs, supporting you. It.
It tried to help.
You mewled into Billy's mouth as you twitched and clenched around him, your skin sweaty and slippery as you were about to cum as the Walrider tore you apart, begging for you to let it deeper.
"Billy, I'm going to -..." you gasped.
Do it. So tight.
Your legs shook.
Need to be inside. Such a good host.
You felt like your abdomen was swelling with every thrust, your insides throbbing as you danced on the precipice of cumming as the Walrider kept on vibrating inside you.
Could be inside you forever. Make you full, bursting with more of us.
"Can I - inside - please...?" Billy panted against you and you nodded, eyes squeezed shut as your legs went limp and the tight band inside you stretched and snapped and you came hard. Teetering on being an agonizingly tight squeeze around their cocks - you realized, hazily - your muscles clenched and seized around them as your abdomen burned with lovely buzzes of pleasure and wanton, throaty moans spilled from you, from Billy, from the air around you as you felt the electric, hot gush of cum inside you. Billy's narrow hips stilled and he pressed his face into your heaving chest as he shuddered and came with raspy whines, the Walrider milking you both until your vision went blurry and your whole body felt warm and numb and you could hear and feel obscene amounts of fluid hit the metal ridges on the floor, hollow little splats of pearlescent cum and Billy moaning in your ear. You tried to catch your breath, you really did. Everything felt so heavy. He slipped out of you with a weak groan, his glistening length soft and drained. But the Walrider remained, smoky little tendrils of tiny black particles inside your swollen flesh, soothing, massaging you gently through your aftershocks. You whimpered, feeling yourself clench around it in tight pulses - it wouldn't come out, not yet.
"Fuck," you whined, "Fuck, Billy," you swallowed, tasting your sweat on your upper lip before giving him a weak grin as he tucked himself back into his pants, grunting when your trembling knee brushed against the inside of his thigh.
The Walrider purred inside you. And you honestly didn't mind it. Not anymore. Not when Billy was there.
Make sure you're filled. Make sure you're well.
You heard faint gunshots from somewhere, miles above you, and sighed. Faint. Faint, like raindrops, you thought as Billy kissed your forehead, scooping you up from your seat and crushing you to his chest, your trembling body enveloped in static heat as the air around you whirred and buzzed as Billy pressed you to him. You hoped to god you'd survive.
Nsfw alphabet for my pre!engine Ricky Boy? 😍 i loved Jeremys alphabet...but Rick would be freaking awesome 😍
Again i have to thank you for your incredible work you're doing here! 🥰🥰🥰
(my god sorry guys been going thru a little bit of stuff and haven't posted in almost three weeks yeesh.
my drafts are full of writing but nothing is coming together. like how do i combine angst and walrider sex smoothly and also keep all of my marbles. how.
anyhoo, have a rick alphabet thingy. warnings for dubcon elements, bdsm dynamics, rick being rick, the usual. love you anon.)
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RICHARD TRAGER NSFW ALPHABET (PRE-ENGINE)
Aftercare | Rick likes to cuddle for a while, and then, if he's still awake, he's off to take a shower. Nothing too sappy, but not entirely cold either. He's the kind of man to talk about the pattern on the curtains after sex, with his groggy brain all fuzzy as he tries to stay awake and find something to talk about. Or he might start talking about his day, maybe an upcoming project. Just anything. He loves the sound of his own voice.
Body part | Rick loves a lovely, soft body and all of the statuesque curves he can grind his hips against or smother with needy kisses. Soft skin is all he cares about. He loves his hands, the way his bulging veins thrum with power as he holds a leash or pulls his partner's hair, he loves how well his fingers stretch his lover, how much he gets compliments on his hands.
Cum | Rick loves playing around with his cum, having it all over his partner's chest or face, dipping his fingers into it and making his fucktoy clean his fingers up, all the while he wears a maniacal grin as he drags his fingers on their tongue; "Look up at me, sweets, there you go - that taste good? You want more?" He loves marking his territory.
Dirty secret | Rick will want to fuck his partner in some dingy corner of the asylum, against old rattling medical equipment or an autopsy table, making sure that nobody would intervene through paying off the security guards. It's dangerous, taboo, filthy, and it makes his heart pound like crazy. He would love it.
Experience | He knows what he's doing, he's had some experience, but one wants to have sex for mutual pleasure, they'll have to give him a lecture beforehand. While Rick technically knows the ins and outs of sex, he's the kind of guy to finger you like he's trying to puncture his lover's spleen and then get all mad when they tell him to slow down.
Favorite position | Anything goes, but his favourite is having his partner pinned against the wall and fucking them while standing up. Whether or not it's just doggy with extra steps or some vertical missionary, he loves having sex against a wall, cornering his prey and fucking them against some sturdy support.
Goofy | His behaviour in the moment is definitely a mix of seriousness and on-brand silliness. Lots of jokes, lots of rambling. He doesn't like the silence, and he thinks it's funny to deliver some kind of joke-y little compliment when he's balls deep inside someone. Lots of sarcasm and teasing words, too.
Hair | Rick has thick, luscious hair, courtesy of his Italian heritage, and him pulling his underwear down will no doubt make his lover blurt out the old trusty: "Wow, Bush is back in office, huh?" (He will definitely have to spank his lover after that kind of an obscene comment. Tsk tsk.) Rick doesn't do a whole lot of trimming, he prefers the natural look on both himself and on his partner.
Intimacy | Rick hates "being romantic", but he can't change the way his eyes glint when he looks at his squirming partner, the way his expression softens as they tear up, the way he needs to press soft, sloppy kisses to their flushed cheeks as he slows down his thrusts in missionary, rubbing his partner's trembling leg up and down, shushing them, purring praises. Nope, totally not romantic at all.
Jack off | Rick doesn't masturbate a whole lot. If he wants to cum, he'll find someone to cum on. It's really that simple (to him). Even iff his partner teases him with nudes or dirty sexts, he'll cross his legs, will his throbbing boner away and wait until they get home and then he'll attack and punish them for trying to make him act up.
Kink | Voyeurism and slight exhibitionism. Suspension and other kinds of rope bondage, restraints of all kind, general sadomasochism. Forced orgasms. Doctor and nurse roleplay (duh). Surgery play, medical play, the likes. Cumplay. Abduction play. Cockwarming. The usual.
Location | Rick likes to fuck at work. I'm sorry, he does. But a bed is always a good alternative. Also, maybe a little date night at one of those kink mansions with weird torture and mirror rooms that you can book for a couple of hours - maybe something to spice up a boring old Thursday or something.
Motivation | Arguments and bickering gets him going. It's weird, but he loves fighting, loves to watch the struggle in his lover's eyes as he dives between their legs while they're still supposed to be mad at him. He also hates making out and cuddling because it makes him achingly hard and now he has to deal with the shame of lovey-dovey stuff making him aroused.
No | Rick is a kinky fuck. I don't think there's anything he would not try at least once. (And once we get to those post-engine preferences of his - oh, boy. That's going to be awful.)
Oral | Rick likes giving oral. He's definitely into making his partner squirm and cry out as they grind against his face. His face is his lover's throne. He loves it as much as he loves to give a good throatfuck after a long day, with him thrusting into his partner's mouth, hissing profanities and cooing about how good of a job they're doing. He loves oral. All of it.
Pace | Slow. Torturously slow. Rick is very meticulous and makes sure to leave his partner begging for more, for him to just get on with it as he savours every inch of his lover's body. He loves to take it slow, only descending into rough, animalistic fucking just as he's about to cum, and no sooner than that. Sometimes, when he's in a mood, or otherwise frustrated, he'll try to be slow, but can't - that's when he gets rough, slamming into his fucktoy with bruising force, only caring about his own pleasure.
Quickie | Rick likes quickies, but doesn't prefer them over slow sex. It's a nice stress relief every now and then, and he adores bending his partner over his desk and fucking them silly - then just nudging them to go on with their work day. Quickies are reserved for when he's feeling less patient than usual or when he's in a mood. Rough, heated hate-fucking is one of his favourites.
Risk | Rick likes a lot of risky stuff in the sense that his kinks can cause awkward ER trips, but he also is into more vague risks. If his partner is able to get pregnant, they should get ready for Rick toying around with the thrill of a little accident. Especially with a little bit of a CNC/begging element to it all. Makes him go wild.
Stamina | While Rick likes to take it all slow and go on fucking for hours, his refractory period is super long. He'll be knocked out as soon as he cums, so his lover should get ready for one, long, sloppy session a night and then sweaty cuddles.
Toys | Rick likes to use toys on his partner, making them cum until they cry is what he's into, but he doesn't own too many toys himself. Maybe a modest cockring, things like that.
Unfair | Rick is extremely unfair, with hours of edging and lots of teasing, ruined orgasms and the like. He loves to see his partner squirm, loves to make them cry in desperation as he holds all of the power over them. He loves to tease, loves to give his partner permission to cum, grins like a madman when his fucktoy finally gets to release around his cock, milking him.
Volume | Rick is actually pretty vocal, lots of grunting and moaning on his part, he's loud. Little noises resonating in the back of his throat as he bucks his hips up into his lover's mouth, curse words spilling from his lips as he laughs and groans as he chases his pleasure.
Wild card | Rick wants to get pegged. He won't admit it easily, but the very thought of it makes him painfully hard.
X-ray | He has a long cock, with a thick head that feels awfully good when he pushes it in slowly. Almost 8 inches when full and throbbing. Slightly curved, with sensitive veins running along the shaft. Uncut.
Yearning | Rick is a horny bastard. Always. He's always ready to go, always yearning for his partner, always looking for the next opportunity to get his dick wet. His sex drive is very high.
Zzz | He's the kind of guy to bust a nut and, like I mentioned before, get knocked out pretty much immediately. He's very groggy after having orgasmed, all sleepy and mumbly, his energy drained. Kind of adorable. Especially when he dozes off and starts to snore.
I was not yelling at you with the twins ask, it was meant in more of a 'not mad just disappointed' tone tbh
But if i may make a request, dear ma'am, reader running away from someone (walker?), running into twins and begging to help them hide
Then they rail the reader as the payment for help?
(made this with an afab reader, let me know if that was a bad call. lol.
warnings for.... oh boy.... dubcon and non-con elements, fuck or die dynamic, fucklicking, double penetration and descriptions of blood and violence and uhhhh. yeah. oml i'm so sorry i need to be JAILED for this.
anyways, enjoy. <3)
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You ran, lungs stinging, calves on fire, your cuts and bruises thrumming with pain as your vision grew blurry with tears and dust. You could taste the heavy, pungent blood of your own body in the back of your throat.
Your bare feet slapped agains the rough concrete as you jumped over gaps of jutting rebar, the growling behind you growing quieter and quieter as you outran your pursuer. His footsteps still echoed in the endless labyrinth of corridors in the prison complex, and you felt that at any time, that fucker Walker could be jumping in front of you. But now, it seemed like he had lost you. Taking that detour was a great idea.
You cried out, perhaps in victory, wheezing as you jumped over another hole in the floor, darkness beneath your feet before you turned a corner, tossing a glance behind you. Whipping your head around back to where you were running to, you stopped dead in your tracks.
Two men. Two very tall, very muscular, very naked men were there, leaning lazily against the metal bars of a door in the corridor, their dark eyes flicking over to you as you stopped a few yards in front of them. Their weapons glinted in the buzzing light. A small noise bubbled in the nack of your throat, and a panicked grunt spilled from your lips. The twins. You had heard of them.
"Oh look. Another one."
You panted, panic stirring in your gut. You'd rather take on Walker blindfolded than stay with these nude brutes with what looked to be a machete. But you were frozen like a deer in headlights.
"It's not one of them."
It?
"An outsider?"
"By the looks of it."
They stepped closer to you. You took a step back, scrambling on the uneven, slippery floor. You looked down. Blood. Pools of sticky, rotten blood. Their doing, obviously. You let out a small squeak, taking several steps back.
"Look at its eyes," the shorter one said, tapping the flat edge of his meat cleaver against his palm, his eyes glinting.
"So afraid," his brother agreed.
You opened your mouth, but felt the sting of exposed rebar against your heel, making you take your eyes off of them as you tried not to fall into the hole. They took their opportunity, and like wild animals, they pounced, closing you in between them, their broad chests flush against you, strong hands in your hair, pulling your spine straight as you let out a cry.
They inspected you, foul breath fanning over your face as you wiggled in their grasp, trying to push their arms away, your eyes on their weapons.
You felt the razor-sharp edge of the cleaver against your throat. Primal panic flooded every cell in your body as you felt your skin break.
"Please, please," you gasped, "Please, for the love of fucking god, please help me. Please, I'll do anything."
"Walker's after it. How did it manage to piss him off?"
"Let's slit its throat," the shorter man croaked, "It would only be merciful, wouldn't it?"
You sniffled, your breaths caught in your throat.
"No, please! I'll do anything! Please, anything - help me, just, just - help me hide, please!"
You wriggled against their grip, thrusting your ass against the bare hips of the man behind you, clawing at their stiff bodies in desperation as you tried not to hyperventilate.
You could feel stiffening flesh against your clothed ass. The man behind you paused. Grunted.
"It could be of use to us."
"In what way?" his brother hissed.
"We fuck it. It wants it."
A heavy silence fell in the corridor as you sucked in painful breaths, your eyes flickering between the men's rough features and the cool metal of the cleaver against your throat.
They were thinking. You had hope - maybe.
"It's better than killing it."
"You see my point."
You nod against the blade on your throat, almost victoriously, eyes wide as your face contorted into an attempt at a coy smile. It was a grimace.
"I can smell its cunt," he shorter man rasped, his hand moving to your groin, squeezing. You gasped.
"Can you take both of us?" his brother questioned in a low, arid voice.
You nodded, wheezing.
"Yes, yes, of course," you gasped.
"At the same time?"
"Yes - yes, sharing - urk," you choked as the blade dug deeper against your skin, warm blood spilling onto your chest in ribbons of ruby, "Sh-sharing is.... is..."
Caring? What the fuck were you even trying to say?
You jumped as you heard Walker roar about a floor above you, pounding on the rickety doors. You snapped back to reality, gasping:
"Please."
For such bulky men, the twins were quick on their feet, wrestling you into the shadows as you heard stiff metal crack and slam against concrete. A calloused hand cupped over your mouth, and all you could smell and taste was blood. You were dragged into a dark corridor, your feet shuffling lightly against the floor as the men carried you, their eyes on the ceiling as they moved silently.
The shorter man pushed open a door to a solitary cell in a side corridor, its busted hinges creaking, making your heart skip a beat as the three of your slinked inside the pitch black room. You could smell viscera and piss as your heart pounded in your chest painfully, your whimpers muffled against the palm of the taller twin. Both of their eyes, you noticed, were fixed on the door, the small sliver of light that seeped into the room from the dim lights of the corridor.
You could hear heavy bootsteps, much closer now. The bars of the door they were leaning on bent as Walker rattled the handle, the metal clattering against concrete in loud crashes. You gasped, and the man behind you pressed his hand harder over your mouth, hissing in your ear. His brother turned to you, lifting his finger up to his mouth. You nodded feverishly, a single tear rolling down your cheek as you watched the light in the corridor flicker. He was in there.
Every second felt like an hour as you screwed your eyes shut, breathing heavily against the sweaty hand atop your mouth. You heard occasional bangs, roars as the big guy searched for you. You prayed that he wouldn't find you. The noises were close - and then, with a final, mighty yell, the noises started to sound more distance, decreasing in volume as you heard another high-pitched scream. Walker had gotten distracted.
Everything fell silent.
The men waited for a few more moments, the palm on your mouth finally lowered, and you gulped in the mildewy air. Before you could let out a shaky little laugh of relief, you were grabbed by the hair, fingers digging into your scalp, your body pinned against the wall.
Now. Now it would be time for your payment.
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Madness. All of this was madness.
The taller, balding man was below you, his dick against your bare bottom as you squirmed in his grip, your back flush against his hairy chest. He held you in his lap like a doll, his hand on your pussy, pressing against your labia with clumsy strokes that made your abdomen twitch and burn. You could feel two pairs of hands on your naked body, pinching, groping as the man behind pressed sloppy, hungry kisses to the back of your neck, grinding his erection against your folds.
You could feel the blunt tip of his cock against your entrance, your wetness making your cheeks burn in shame as you licked your lips nervously, trying not to seem too desperate to ride his cock as a wild pressure built up inside you.
You shouldn't be enjoying this.
The man before you kneeled, spreading your legs further in his brother's lap, lowering his head to the apex of your thighs with a grin. Before you could protest, you felt a hand snake inbetween your ass and the base of the cock beneath you as the taller man took aim, guiding his cock to your dripping entrance.
You whimpered as he pushed it in with a low groan. You panted, sucking in sharp breaths through your teeth as the burning stretch made your cunt sore. So big.
He started thrusting into you, making you jump up and down on his cock as his brother's fingers dug into the sockets of your hips, pushing your legs even further apart, his apart only an inch or so away from your cunt.
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to stay sane as you feel large hands wrap around your waist, bouncing you up and down on his twin's lap, his thick cock ramming into your cunt in a steady, harsh rhythm.
You felt so ashamed as you listened to the slick noises of your pussy, the meaty slaps of your ass against stiff muscle, your little whines and sughs as you rode him, your thighs already burning as the wins is knocked out of you with each thrust up into you.
You felt a thumb on your clit, rolling against it lazily, and you gasp, looking down at the shorter brother.
You felt dizzy.
You were fucked from below by his brother as he plants wet kisses on your abdomen, moving down, down to the thatch of hair above your cunt, his tongue flicking out to taste your sweat.
His eyes fixed on yours - before you could protest, his tongue was on your clit, flat and wide, soft and wet as his brother' thrusts drove you further against his mouth. You let out a pathetic whine.
His brother laughed behind you, moving his chin to rest on your shoulder. So he could watch the show.
Your vision went blurry, you felt oddly nauseous, yet your clit was throbbing with need - this is so wrong, you thought to yourself as the cock inside you rolled against your gummy walls, slowly, tenderly as the man between your legs wrapped his lips around your swollen little clit and sucked.
You let out a throaty moan. You felt the taller brother's hands slide up your body, to your chest, his hands on your sensitive nipples as you whimpered in his lap, your clit pulsing in his twin's mouth.
The thrusts begin again, you bouncing you on his lap as the smaller brother's tongue was on your cunt, the feverish, sloppy noises of his breath against your flesh. Your cunt grew wetter by the second, the air thick with arousal as you tried to focus on anything but the insane pleasure.
It felt wrong, but so good. So, so fucking good.
You threw your head back, your hands scrambling for purchase on the thick forearms wrapped around your torso as the shorter man's tongue rolled around your clit, flicking faster and faster as his brother fucked you hard. Deep, fluttering waves of pleasure racked your sweaty body as you bounced on his lap like a fucktoy, your brain shutting down as you bucked into the mouth on your cunt. You clenched around the thickness inside you.
You looked down, watched how the dark eyes of the man beneath you were fixed on yours as he ate you out sloppily, his gaze almost hidden behind his strong brow as he flicked your clit with his tongue over and over again, brows furrowed. A burning sensation coursed through you as his brother's cock hit the upper wall of your canal again and again and again...
Thrashing against the brothers' grip, you screamed and came, thrusting your shuddering hips, the incessant tongue still on you, like attached to your cunt as they sucked and licked and fucked you through an intense orgasm that made your breath shaky.
You panted and whined as the cock inside you slipped out from your quivering, soaking wet hole, resting against your folds as you felt your heartbeat in your pussy. Your breath was stolen away by a toothy, hungry kiss that tasted like your own musk, another set of lips on your shoulderblade, sucking on your tender skin.
"We're not done yet," the shorter man huffed, "I want to feel that cunt."
"Two holes, brother."
Your eyes shot wide open.
"Ah, yes. How could I have been so forgetful?"
You could hear their grins in those odd, monotone voices, you could taste the mirth dripping from their words as you shook your head.
The wind was knocked out of you again as the man behind you reclined, pulling you with him to lie on the filthy mattress, the tip of his fat cock resting against your asshole.
The other man rose up from the floor, climbing up to kneel on the bed, stroking his hard cock, pressing himself against you. You could feel him sliding his length against your throbbing slit, up and down. You shivered.
"No... no..." you croaked out weakly, your head thrumming, fuzzy white splotches of bliss engulfed in a wave of panic, "Not there - it's too much..."
"It's scared. How amusing," the brother below you hummed. You could feel his crooked teeth against the tender skin of your shoulder, his grin seared onto your skin as he huffed against you.
His brother lifted his palm up to your face. You winced, preparing for a smack that never came.
"Spit," he commanded, his cupped hand resting on your bottom lip, nudging your chin. You shook your head.
You could feel the sticky heat of a cock grind against your ass, begging for entry into your tightness, precum and your arousal smearing onto the puckered flesh.
You pleaded.
"I can - I can suck your cock, please, just not - not my ass," you gulped, gasping as you felt the blunt tip slide between your cheeks, "I'm scared," you blurted out, shaking your head again.
"We had an agreement."
The muscles below your body rippled as the taller brother wrapped his hand around your neck, pulling your ear to his mouth, squeezing on your windpipe - a clear warning.
You let out a shaky breath.
Gulping, you swirled the saliva in your mputh around, eyes flickering to the man above you with a final pleading look that you knew to be futile. You spat out a generous glob of spit onto the calloused flesh of his palm, blinking through the tears. You watched, nausea and anticipation twisting in your guts, watched how your spittle dribbled and pooled against the thick fingers that left your lips.
"Good pet," he hummed. His brother grunted in your ear, adjusting you on his lap, spreading your legs wider than you thought was possible. A hand moved between your asscheeks, you felt the cooling spit against your entrance, and without much of a warning, felt how a thick finger dipped in, to the knuckle, stretching you around its girth.
You squealed, screwing your eyes shut, clamping your muscles around the digit inside you.
"Relax," you heard a soft mutter in your ear.
You took several laboured breaths, felt the emptiness of your ass as the hand was pulled away. Then, you felt the blunt tip of a meaty cock against your asshole.
"Oh, god," you whispered as you felt the wet tip move against you, pushing in, in, in, and then - it slipped in and you groaned throatily at the sudden stretch. Your ass was being filled to the brim with the variant's thick shaft, the discomfort of the intrusion making your breathing shallow as you tried to adjust.
It felt awful. But good. You tried to fight against the swelling heat in your abdomen.
"So tight," the man below you hissed.
"Go slow," his twin grunted, "We don't want to break our new toy so soon."
The man below you made a small noise in the back of his throat. Dismissive. He moved his hands to your hips, shifted beneath you, and thrusted in, sheathing himself inside of your butt. Balls deep. You cried out, bucking your hips involuntarily against the other cock that still rested against your clit.
You heard a soft grunt, felt the pressure of a thumb moving against your throbbing clit, rubbing away at the sensitive flesh. You could feel the men adjust on the bed as another blunt prick is guided into you with ease. Your sopping pussy swallowed the shaft greedily, your arousal trickling down to your ass. In the midst of trying to adjust to the fullness in both of your holes, you prayed to any god that would listen - please, let that lube me up.
Then they started moving and your head just about exploded.
Shallow, tender thrusts that made you squeal and whimper as you laid between them like a ragdoll, your hands curled into fists as you tried to cope with the pressure inside you. Your lower body felt paralysed, numb, as they fucked you, except your cunt felt like it was on fire, the slick sounds making you sick.
In and out, brushing against each other, gliding against your sensitive walls. Two cocks, two thick, large cocks stretching your holes, and all you could do was sob quietly into the back of your palm, your brain hazy.
The man inside your cunt moved your legs, guiding you to wrap them around his waist, and you did so. Like the toy they wanted you to be. He bent his upper body on top of you, crushing you tightly between the two of them, two heaving chests trapping you in a cage of dull, wet, sticky pain.
You listened to the sloppy noises of your cunt, heard the snaps of flesh against flesh. Your clit throbbed as the pain in your backside melted into an overwhelming sensitivity and a primal need to shrink away from their grasp. But they kept on fucking you.
You felt the heavy balls of the shorter man slap against your perineum, felt how both of their sacks twitched with need as you whimpered like dying prey inbetween their sweaty bodies. Blood stuck onto your skin as you let their tongues lave over your skin, your pussy throbbing as it was being fucked, your arousal churned into a mess that ran down your thighs, the cock in your ass peaking your arousal.
It was too intense.
"So tight, so lovely..."
They fucked you. Hard.
And all you could do was hold on for dear life as they grunted and panted against you, their sweat stinging the back of your throat as you gasped for air. You could feel how the undersides of their cocks throbbed against your stretched flesh, felt how close they were, how they were going to pump you full of their cum - you felt sick, but a pang of arousal radiated from your clit to your womb, and you found yourself begging silently for something to happen. They drove into you in an erratic rhythm, shallow, sharp thrusts making you moan and groan as everything around you grew blurry.
And suddenly, too late, you realised you were going to come. Your jaw fell slack as your abdomen thrummed with an oncoming orgasm that crashed into you.
You came around their cocks, sudden and sharp, milking them as your body tried to push them out, clamping down on them.
You squealed and cried out, trying to wriggle from their grasp, but they held your bucking hips as still as they could with their strong arms.
And as you felt your muscles clench around the lengths inside you, you could hear the man beneath you groan as your bowels squeezed his cock, and soon, you felt incredible warmth inside your ass. It made you screw your eyes shut as you heard wet, sloppy sounds from between your cheeks, as your brain tried to ignore the awful truth. As you whimpered, you felt your sensitive cunt being flooded with cum as the man atop you shuddered and released inside you with a gruff moan, pushing his hips flush against yours as he emptied his balls inside your pussy, against your cervix.
You could only pant, your eyes wide. You wondered, very distantly through the mist in your brain, how the fuck you ended up in this situation. You winced as the cock inside your ass slipped out of you with a wet pop.
You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but your mouth was too dry.
The shorter man pulled his hips back, slowly, out of your cunt, and you could feel and hear the cascade of cum that spilled onto the mattress below you as you laid a trembling hand on your heaving abdomen. With dizziness swirling in your head, you swung your legs off the bed and rose to your shaky legs, staring down at the small space between your feet. You watched, with wide, stinging eyes as thick splats of cum dripped onto the tarnished linoleum beneath you.
You couldn't speak.
Your orgasms had cramped you up and your ass felt sore, so you just stared at the floor, trying to compose youraelf as you heard the men lift themselves off the bed as they observed you in silence.
You cleared your throat.
"Okay," you said dumbly, your voice felt distant, like you had to invite it back into your body, "Okay. Thanks. Awesome."
You could feel them staring at you. Puzzled, maybe.
"Can - can I go now?" you squeaked, lifting your eyes off the ground, your gaze flickering between the two men. Silence. Then, the taller one spoke, rising up to his feet from his sitting position on the bed, approaching you in slow, long strides.
"I don't see a reason why you'd want to go," he rasped.
"I -..." you stammered, stepping back.
"We'll keep you safe," he cooed, closing the distance between you, his hand on your hair. Not pulling, but not stroking either. You gulped.
"We'll make sure you're safe. Cared for," his brother chimed in, eyeing you with a slight smile. A pitying smile.
"No, I never - no, we never agreed - w-what?" you shook your head in disbelief, panic constricting your throat as you walked backwards into the door, "No!" you yelled, wincing in dicomfort as adrenaline flooded your naked body, your chest heaving, "Get away from me!"
"So fragile, all alone. See how complete you are with us? We'll keep you safe."
"No!" you shook your head, voice quivering as they pounced on you, pinning you, screaming, to the floor as you tried to wriggle free with your exhausted muscles, "No, no, get off of me! Please, let me go!"
You heard the metallic, scraping sound of the machete being lifted off the ground. You screamed bloody murder, gulping in breaths, wiggling underneath their hands, preparing to go down with a fight - then, you felt a crack against your skull as the handle hit the back of your head and your vision swam as you screamed, your voice distant even in your own head, then, another crack to your head, and you heard yourself groan as everything went black. The last thing you remembered were strong hands on your waist and the spinning in your head as you were slung over a bulky shoulder, and the wetness running down your thighs as you fell into unconsciousness, begging and praying that they'd be gentler the next time.
(god i hate him but i want to ride him into the sunset i hate him i hate him i hate him i hate him. red barrels real talk. if awful person then why sexy? why?
fuuucckkkkkkk.
anyhoo, gender-neutral reader. warnings for drug use and possessiveness and jeremy being a switch. fight me about it.)
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JEREMY BLAIRE NSFW ALPHABET
Aftercare | Jeremy's actually pretty good at aftercare, when he has the time. He'll drag his partner into the shower and get cleaned up, scrubbing their back gently and tell them how good they were. He'll order some pricey fast food, pop open a bottle of wine and cuddle on the couch with his partner while watching trashy reality TV and slipping in and out of a blissful lethargic state.
Body part | Ass, ass, and even more ass. Jeremy appreciates a good, shapely butt. He also loves his own hands.
Cum | He loves to cum inside his partner's mouth. Having them swallow it down while his cock throbs against the back of their throat, with little droplets of his cum dribbling down his partner's chin - it's like heaven to him. Also loves to give a nice, dripping creampie and advises his partner to plug up and go on with their day, his cum inside them.
Dirty secret | As much of a possessive cunt as he is, he can't shake away the fantasy of watching someone else fuck his partner in front of him. Just sitting there, with a cigar in his hand and his erection straining against his slacks as someone else pounds into his sweetheart, reducing them into a sobbing mess. Maybe as a punishment. He'd love to watch that and taunt and jeer as his partner pleads and begs.
Experience | Jeremy's college days were pretty wild, so he's definitely had some experience. Maybe sloppy, drunken, awkward experiences, but he's still been around, so to speak. He knows what he's doing, knows exactly how to angle his hips or where to press hungry kisses as his fingers are knuckle-deep. He's a fast learner.
Favorite position | Jeremy loves a good doggy-style fuck, with his partner's ass jiggling against his pelvis as he watches his cock slide in and out of them. Anything from behind is a go, leaning against the wall, reverse cowgirl, whatever. He's also a big fan of the spoon position, hearing the little whimpers from his partner as he bends their leg up in the air and fucks them from behind, all comfy on the bed, on a slow Sunday morning.
Goofy | He's not too serious but not too humorous either when it comes to sex. It depends a lot on his mood. When he's hatefucking his partner, he'll be serious, with little sarcastic jabs at their expense, prodding and teasing, but still serious because of his mood. He leans a little bit more to the serious side, though, loves being lost in the moment.
Hair | Jeremy likes to keep his bush neat, shaves and trims it weekly. He just likes to look well groomed and well put-together.
Intimacy | Jeremy is not a very intimate or romantic person. Sure, he'll spoil his partner and treat them well enough, but he's not as lovey-dovey as someone else might be - at first. He'll eventually become so dependent on his partner that he needs to be near them all the time. Its not romantic. It's more of an addiction. That also translates to sex, to some extent. Sometimes he's not too intimate, but other times he can't keep his lips off of his partner's, just holding them in a crushing hug as he pounds into them.
Jack off | He masturbates pretty often. He likes to take it slow, get his fleshlight involved, fucking all of the stress out of himself after a tough day at work - yet, sometimes, he finds himself working overtime at the office, his thoughts wandering off to how that pretty little intern looked in those tight pants, and suddenly, he's spitting into his hand and tugging his fly down to free his throbbing boner. Sometimes it just happens. He's a filthy thing.
Kink | A total exhibitionist, so into the idea of public sex that it's not even funny anymore. He's also into roleplay, nurse uniforms, kinky cops, school girl costumes - things like that. Overstimulation with toys. Making his partner cum until they're crying. Bondage. Keeping his partner on a leash (or having his partner keep him on a leash). Sadomasochism and bondage in general is his thing.
Location | Not surprisingly, he loves to have sex at work, whether it's in his office or a less busy corner of Mt. Massive, he loves the semi-public setting. When at home, he loves to fuck anywhere and everywhere, every somewhat-flat surface in his house has probably been fucked on.
Motivation | Jeremy is a total switch, and in a total switch fashion, he loves when he and his partner fight for domination. Whether it's actual physical fighting or just teasing until someone gives up, he loves all of it. Forcing his partner or being forced into submission is an unimaginable thrill to him - and whenever his partner is being an asshole to him, or otherwise challenging him in any way, he'll get aroused. Fight with him. He'll get horny.
No | Jeremy's not all that into petplay or extreme humiliation - he just doesn't get the appeal of cages when he can treat his fucktoy like royalty.
Oral | Jeremy is a little bit of a pillow prince - he definitely enjoys receiving oral over giving it. Loves a good deepthroat. Occasionally, he'll relent and give. He's not all that skilled but he enjoys his partner's fingers against his scalp as they push him against their bucking hips, using his mouth for their own pleasure.
Pace | Definitely fast and rough enough to leave bruises, jackhammering into his partner, trying to make it as intense as possible. But sometimes, when his partner begs pitifully enough, he'll feel bad, and take it easy, fucking them in slow, tender strokes.
Quickie | Jeremy loves quickies. Whether it's a quick lunch break fuck in a maintenance closet or slipping away to the bathroom at a fancy cocktail party, he loves the rush of it all. Clothes still on, his partner bent on the nearest surface, gasping as he fucks them fast and rough - and then going on, pretending that nothing happened while sharing these dirty, secretive looks for the rest of the day - he craves it every now and then.
Risk | Jeremy is all about the risk. Trying out new stuff and being risky about it all is very exciting to him.
Stamina | Jer's stamina is pretty good. He's fit, but he can also go for lots of rounds. He loves the overstimulation and the intimacy laced with desperation of fucking for hours on end. Maybe take a little break in between rounds, and he's back in action. Especially when he's coked-up.
Toys | Jer's the kind of guy to buy his partner a Sybian or another kind of fucking machine, just so he could sit back and watch his partner struggle with multiple orgasms, not turning the thing off until the fancy hardwood floors of his apartment would be soaked with his pretty little fuckdoll's cum. ("Clean it up. That's right, with your tongue, you dirty fucking slut. Then crawl over here and sit on my lap. Good job...") He loves using toys on his partner, and loves having toys used on him occasionally. Cockrings, couples' vibrators, things like that.
Unfair | Jeremy likes to tease a lot. Lots of edging, lots of verbal teasing, if he's in control. But he hates getting teased. Or rather, he claims he hates it.
Volume | He's not very loud, unless he's overstimulated. Most of the time he'll be grunting, groaning softly, talking dirty - but when he's getting fucked and he's on his third orgasm, being milked, he'll blabber and whine and sob. (Then he'll pretend none of that happened.)
Wild card | Coked-up, sweaty, sloppy sex in a nightclub bathroom or a fetish club... Oh yes.
X-ray | Jeremy has the most perfect pornstar-esque cock, and he's very proud of it. A slight upward curve, with a hefty seven inch length when erect. Not too thick, not too thin, with a slightly tapered, cut end. The kind of dick one just has to give a few seconds to admire in the middle of a blowjob. I guess you could say he has a god-given right to be... cocky. Heh.
Yearning | He has a pretty high sex drive. While he's not insatiable, he's definitely always ready to fuck. Sometimes, when he's frustrated, he'll be especially needy.
Zzz | Jer is not the kind of guy to fall asleep, or even be groggy after sex. He always feels energized after fucking, and finds it somehow hard to fall asleep after.
Opening up a expensive Whiskey bottle and spilling it all on his face while he is eating you out, degrading him for making such a mess of himself. everytime he tries to touch you his hand gets slapped, he is not allowed to touch you without permission.
I like to think that we never get naked in front of Jeremy, he is the only one without clothes, if someone enters into the office he is the only one who is gonna get exposed
(lord have mercy i'm about to bust...!!
afab reader. that's about it. jeremy being a lil bitch ehehehehehehe. my new favourite thing.)
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anon is referring to this ask
Your bare ass is seated on the cushioned pleather of his chair, one hand wrapped around the neck of a heavy bottle of jubilee Chivas Regal and the other wrapped around a half-empty whiskey glass, your fingers tapping on the crystal as Jeremy kneels between your legs.
The great Mr. Blaire, on his knees, naked, between your legs, his mouth on your cunt, his tongue swirling around your clit.
You can see the slight panic in his eyes. He's nervous that someone will come in, and you can sense it. The way his breath shudders against your wetness, the way his gaze flickers over to the pile of his clothes behind your seat... You know it. And you love it.
You can taste the smoke of the whiskey in your mouth, mingling with the musk of his cologne in the nack of your throay, the sweetness of your cunt as he laves at you with his tongue. His hands are resting on his thighs, mere inches away from his achingly hard cock. He's not allowed to touch you. Or himself.
You can't help but grin and buck your hips up against him, your clit brushing against his nose.
He lets out a moan, his voice reverberating in your cunt.
"Oh, Jer... Jer, Jer, Jer, what am I going to do with you?" you sigh. You pour your glass full of whiskey, swirl it around as you slide down the chair a bit, nudging your hips against his tongue, inviting him to go faster, "Is that all you got?"
He shakes his head, whimpers, ever so slightly. Cute.
Setting the bottle on the table, you lean back and let him fuck you with his tongue, giving him a challenging smirk.
He lets out a frustrated huff, his hand flying to the inside of your thigh as he adjusts himself on his knees, kneading your soft flesh.
You swat his hand away harshly.
"Ah-ah - don't," you tut, your hand moving to his hair, pushing his head away from your cunt, making him grunt, "Don't."
You see how his blush deepens, how his cock throbs between his legs as you tug on his hair, pushing him against your cunt again, moaning as he slips his tongue inside you.
You take a sip of your whiskey, hum quietly as his tongue delves into you, soft, stiff, warm. Desperate.
You watch his eyes, watch how he pleads and adores, without words, his hands trembling on his knees.
"Poor thing - you want to fuck me, don't you?" you grin at him, "Make me cum, and I'll let you cum inside me."
He groans loudly.
"Hurry up. You have a meeting in thirty," you move your glass down your body, tipping it slightly, watching how the amber liquid spills over his forehead, against your cunt. You grin as he winces.
You can feel the burn of the alcohol against your cunt, your clit throbbing as you feel Jeremy groan against you.
"Oops."
"Fuck," he growls, blinking away the whiskey in his lashes, "You're in so much trouble."
"Oh, I bet," you scoff, "Hmm - look at you, such a mess..."
You spill it more against your skin, the whiskey cascading down to his tongue.
Jeremy clearly likes the taste of your cunt and the whiskey together. He starts lapping up the liquid between your legs, his steel blue eyes fixed on you, his soaked face twisted into an expression of concentration as he sucks on your clit greedily.
"Stroke that cock for me, hun," you grunt, shivering as his tongue sends electric jolts somewhere deep inside you.
"I - I can't, I'll -..." he pants, his eyes wide, glinting with lust.
Cum. He's already so close.
You laugh.
"Oh, you're adorable. Such a pathetic little bastard, so eager to fuck this pussy, aren't you?"
He nods. Moans needily.
"Yes," he hisses.
It doesn't take long for you to cum. Not when you taste that good. And then, he's finally allowed to touch you. And he is not too happy with you "wasting" his Chivas Regal.
hey. i just wanted to say that this is my fave blog. because it’s like, we’ve built up this little community of like minded people. I always am so scared to admit to some of the kinks and fantasies I have because they’re kinda dark and messed up. but here it’s like everyones so honest and open, and I don’t feel alone. And we can all giggle and swoon together over our desires and nasty little temptations, and we don’t judge each other. And your writing is just so good and you feed us such wicked and delicious noms of work. I feel like I can be somewhat open here about the stuff I think about. And I like knowing about the other people here and the stuff they think about. So, love you all guys 💛 love this little community.
You are our precious Writer and Feeder and we are your hungry little children
ehehe i'm so glad that you feel this way! honestly i'm glad i can provide a little corner on this hellsite where people can come and just escape life for a little bit and maybe explore something new. wink wink and all that.
no but i feel you on the fact that this blog has made me feel less alone, both in the terms of what i'm into but also you guys. are so nice? and awesome? and no one is judging or shaming shit even if it's not ur cup of tea or more of a taboo kink or something? amazing.
also you are all invited to join my cult. i am your papa now.
good christ your writing is like a drug i have read through every dang post You Have Posted. in that eddie nsfw alphabet i peeped a little sneaky rimming action in there- could i request afab!reader rimming eddie with some degradation thrown in? i feel like he’d be the type to get nasty with it, blabbering about how filthy and intimate and lovely it is to have his darling bride stick their tongue up his hole. of course when you have the time! i am a paragon of patience. xx
(you know he's the kind of perfectly straight male specimen, trademarked and all, to turn into a nasty lil bitch when his ass is played with. you know it.
this ask is so good like hello? genius.
this kind of sucks but like. oh well.)
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EDDIE GETTING RIMMED
First of all, Eddie will never initiate it by outright saying what he wants.
So, most of the time, it's you who has to do the dirty work, whispering into his ear how you'd love to eat him, how you crave it - oh, would he please, please let you do it?
The begging makes him insanely horny.
And it gives you a good chance to feel his fingers in your hair as he yanks your mouth close to yours, his face red from embarassment and arousal as he grits his teeth; "Oh really now? You'd like that, you filthy bitch, hm? Whore. You're a sinful, sinful whore..."
But he's relieved he doesn't have to initiate it. He doesn't have the balls to ask you.
He'll force you on your knees, with him leaning/sitting on one of the tables in the sewing room, his fingernails digging into your scalp as he bucks his hips against the softness of your cheek, dragging the tented fabric of his trousers against your skin.
It's a punishment, for being such a naughty little thing, for being such a lascivious, slutty wife - that's what he says as you open his fly with tremblibg fingers, trying to hide your grin as he grinds against your touch.
Grip onto those powerful thighs, try not to think of how incredibly dense and heavy they are as you imagine them on your shoulders, shuddering with pleasure.
Start sucking his already-hard cock, watch through your eyelashes as his jaw falls slack, his mouth curling into a weak grin as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, just for a while.
Let him fuck your mouth.
He'll snap his hips forward, nudging you towards his balls, and that's a wordless command, a cue, for you to start grabbing his ass, dragging his trousers down the curve of his muscular butt, revealing him to you as he braces against the desk.
Massage his asscheeks, knead them the way he always touches your ass as he fucks you from behind - make him feel special as you moan around his cock in your mouth.
Don't mention how his breath hitches, how his grunts turn into wanton moans. Don't dare mention how he's desperate for your tongue inside him, his hips bucking further up, his balls on your tongue as he pumps his shaft, all the while your hands are on his ass as he spreads his legs. Don't mention any of it. It would be improper.
He loves your moans. They drown out his own.
"That's it, aren't you such a dirty little slut? Ah, such a pretty mouth, such a filthy, dirty, nasty mouth... You're going to have to - mmh - keep this between us, darling, I still want to get married, despite this... This whorish side of yo-uff! Fuck!"
He's on his back, on the table, legs spread and trembling in the dusty air as you dive between his legs, your other hand tugging on his cock as you swirl your tongue around his asshole.
He'll grind against your face, your tongue slipping inside him and his balls twitching against your nose as you stroke his cock, he's painfully hard. Grazing your nails on his inner thigh, keep on lapping at him, his precum dribbling down your knuckles as you jerk him off, his hands in a war between grabbing your head and shoving you deeper and gripping the table.
Eddie is always loud, but this - guttural groans as you eat his ass, stroking his cock, soft laughter brewing in his chest as he twists your hair, pushing your tongue deeper - this is something else.
"Oh, fuck, that's it. Such a filthy little bride I've got... You're a disgusting thing, aren't you?"
Just nod, he loves it when your tongue moves inside him as you nod.
Those strong thighs on both sides of your head... He could kill you with them.
But he doesn't, because he's in love with you as you gasp for air, chin wet with your spit as you come up to give him an adoring look, before you lave your tongue against his balls, down his perineum, your head dipping back between his legs.
He loves it.
And when he's about to cum, his dirty talk gets feverish, needy.
"Such a filthy fucking whore... You like being - hah - being humiliated, serving me like this? Yes? Hmm, you're such a dirty slut, such a twisted little cunt, oh, I'm going to have to punish you - even - further."
With the word even, Eddie will push you further against his clenching ass, making you whine as he fucks your face. His large hand shoving your face against him as he grinds against you, bucking his hips into your hand as you stroke his throbbing cock.
"That's it - oh, darling, you - god - your mouth on me... Fuck, you're so filthy... I know your cunt is dripping right now. Fuck..."
He cums with his hand on your wrist, your name on his mouth as you stroke him through his orgasm, cum spraying on his heaving chest and in your hair as you keep on licking his clenching asshole. You moan against him, feel him gasp and shudder.
You can hear the creak of his boots as his toes curl inside.
He moans in ecstasy and slumps back on the table, his abdomen quivering as you raise your head, lick a stripe on his skin, tasting his sweat, his cum.
He'll pat your head clumsily, give you a smirk before wrenching himself off the table with a goofy lil' "oomph".
And off to the more than questionable showers of Mt. Massive you go, Eddie's footsteps a little heavy and wobbly, but his arm around you making you feel warm and fuzzy.
i know your asks are closed rn but like… waylon as a soft dom ????? hdjsksk
(mrs. lisa park, respectfully, if ur man is a 6ft tall nerd with nice hands and he doesn't slam doors and is a college graduate that's not ur man he's mine now.
gender neutral reader. nsfw lol.)
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Waylon is the kind of dom to make sure, just absolutely sure, that you're okay with this. This not only translates into him worrying over you but also him not being a very spontaneous dom - spontaneity just doesn't come naturally to him. He might get lost in the moment, but he will always need time beforehand. If you go all: "Take me now!" on him, he'll get flustered.
He just likes to prepare for it, that's all. It comes from a place of wanting you to be as comfortable as possible.
Lots of discussions about limits. Serious ones, too. He feels like he needs to know.
So - most of the time, your sessions will be all lovey-dovey, pretty strictly scheduled with candlelight and a bottle of cheap wine on the table. It's almost like a romantic date to him.
Slow and steady does it.
Lots of making out, lots of sweet dirty talk, delivered in a low, arid voice in your ear.
"Look at how hard you've made me already - you see what you do to me, baby? I've been aching all day to get home and fuck that pretty mouth."
Loves making eye contact with you as you suck his cock, taking him all the way down to the base as he strokes your hair.
He also loves spanking you.
He loves bending you over his knee and making your ass red and tender with just his hands is heaven to him. The way you wiggle your hips against his cock when he strikes you, how you whimper when he rubs the sting away, shushing you gently - it turns him on so much.
Waylon is the kind of dom to say things like:
"I know, baby, I know, just a few more - that' it, you're such a good little slut for me."
Kissing away the tears, making you laugh with little jokes and comments as he climbs on top of you, making sure to push you gently against the mattress so as to not make you wince because of your sore ass.
When he fucks you, he pushes in slow, just the tip at first, lets you adjust to the stretch fully before pounding you.
Scratch your nails down his back, leave hickeys on him as he fucks you, he loves it.
He knows how to fuck, knows how to roll his hips in just the right angle to make you whine and beg for more.
He'll press your wrists into the mattress, as if wrestling you down beneath him as he thrusts into you - he wants you to surrender completely. Beg for it.
"Come on, make those sounds for me, let me hear you - you want me to go a lil' faster, don't you? Say it."
Fucking you while he presses a wand against your throbbing sex, fucking you into overstimulation as you struggle against your flimsy handcuffs.
Waylon likes to cum on your face or your stomach, ass, chest - wherever he can see it, watch those pearlescent drops glide against your sweaty skin, marking you - god, he loves it.
All of this is reserved for when you have time.
But sometimes, he'll be too needy. With all of your teasing, he might just have to fuck you in the server rooms at Mt. Massive, leave you dripping with his cum after a quickie.
Internally, he's panicking, but oh, your ass bouncing on his cock is just too inviting of a sight to let go - fuck the job, he wants you.
Also just imagine how much of a brutal yet possessive and loving dom he'd be after being exposed to the Morphogenic Engine and being pumped full of hormones. I'm just saying.
if reqs are open maybe some twins content 😳? theyre just,, so hot, so bulky, so nude,,,, afab reader gets spitroasted? ilu in advice <333
(hsggssgshsh yes yes yes yes!!
also y'all are fucken wildin this is one of the like five threesome/gangbang requests in my inbox. not that i'm complaining, though.
anyways, twins spitroasting afab!reader, with a little bit of anal play thrown in because. b. because. i....... i uh..... well. i really don't owe you an explanation. it's just there. the finger goes up the butt. yeah.
graphic nsfw! duh.)
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You tried your best to breathe through your nose, blinking up at the cracks in the ceiling as you were on your hands and knees on the floor, your legs slipping on the puddles of blood beneath you.
You rolled your hips against the fingers inside of you, swirling your tongue around the cock inside your mouth, the scent of sweat and precum filling your throat as you sucked. Greedily, you hollowed your cheeks, desperate for a reaction from the burly man kneeling before you, your hands splayed against the taut muscles of his thighs as he thrusted into your mouth, softly, his dark eyes following the curve of your lips around his shaft.
The slickess of your cunt was loud in your ears as the other man, his brother, stretched you with his fingers, pistoning them in and out of you, curling them against your tender flesh.
"Up," the man in front of you grunted, nudging your chin with his thumb, and you craned your neck, locking eyes with him as his cock popped out of your mouth, the taste of it lingering on your tongue, "Good."
You bit the inside of your cheek as the tip of his cock rested against your swollen lips. He reached a hand down to give himself a few slow pumps.
"Hungry?" he purred.
You nodded, eyes flickering down to the slit of his cock, glassy drops of precum pooled against his foreskin. You looked up, with a silent plea, watched how his nostrils flared, how the perspiration on his hairline glimmered in the weak lights, how his wide chest rose and fell as he pumped his cock against your mouth, his other hand sliding to the top of your head, stroking your hair.
"Open up," he mumbled.
He pushed his cock past your lips, dragging it against your tongue, before snapping his hips forward.
You rolled your hips against the fingers inside you, grinding your clit against his knuckles, felt his other hand knead your asscheek as he bent down, his hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear, his tongue on your skin, tasting the blood, the sweat.
You felt dizzy, the chipped tiles digging into the tender, bruised skin of your knees as you were fucked on the floor like the animal you were.
You tasted precum and sweat as the shorter brother fucked your throat, ugly gags spilling out from your lips, the noises muffled against his hard length as drool ran down your chin.
"Messy," you heard the man behind you coo, felt how his hands cupped your asscheeks, felt your own wetness on his fingers, cool stripes against your skin as he massaged your backside. You could hear the grin in his voice. You sniffled.
The brother in front of you had his fingers in your hair, his large hands flush against your scalp as he gripped your head, pushing it down on his cock in sync with his thrusts. Tenderly, slowly, he stretched your throat, dragged his dick against your tongue, savoring your squeals against his flesh.
The fingers inside you curled again, driving into you further, making your cunt twitch against his hand as you ground your hips against the digits inside you, involuntarily shrinking away from the cock inside your throat, towards your own pleasure.
You cried out against the hard, hot flesh inside your mouth.
"Hush, it's alright," the man in front of you soothed you, petting your hair as you sucked him into your mouth, laving your tongue against the bulging underside of his dick.
"So tight and sweet," his brother thumbed at your clit, making your breath hitch.
"Taking my seed so deep - ahh..."
He thrusted in, pressing you against his pubic bone, sheathing himself fully inside your mouth, keeping himself still. You gagged and coughed around the thick head of his cock, felt how the silken tip twitched against the soft flesh of your palate as your nose met with the bristly hairs on his abdomen. You looked up, tears blurring your eyesight, yet you could make out the grin plastered on his face as he held you against his cock, grunting as you struggled against him. His brother held your hips still with his other hand, his fingers rolling lazy circles around your clit from behind.
You felt like your head was going to explode.
And suddenly, your mouth was empty as he pulled his hips back, slipping his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of your saliva still connecting the tip onto your lips as you gasped for breath, tried to swallow back your spittle, your legs shaking as you gulped in sweet, dry air.
"Don't break our toy," the voice behind you sounded slightly annoyed as you tried to cover up your coughs with the back of your hand.
"Hm," the man in front of you grunted in response, his grip on your hair soft.
"I'm fine," you gasped, giving your chin a last, desperate wipe before you felt the heaviness of throbbing tissue rest against your cheek.
"Good."
You felt the brother behind you shift on his knees, felt the bulbous head of his cock slide up and down against your slit, spreading your wetness on himself. The shameful, slick sounds of your cunt, the incredible heat building up inside you as you felt the hard tip against the sensitive flesh your entrance.
"So wet - all for us..."
"Oh, god," you mumbled, resting your head against the thigh of the man in front of you, your numb fingers tracing the dirt-filled seams of the tile floor, anticipation swelling in your gut as his brother teased your hole.
With a strong snap of his hips, his cock slipped inside you, stretching you open in one sharp move. He groaned as he buried himself inside you, pressing himself fully inside. You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut. You shuddered at the fullness inside you, shuddered as you felt his hands on your asscheeks, spreading them apart as he speared your cunt, easing himself inside of you, beginning with shallow thrusts.
He grunted.
Your jaw fell slack against your chest as he started pounding into you, harsh and deep, only giving you a few seconds to adjust to his girth. Slutty little squeaks slipped from the back of your throat as your face melted into a smile, your cunt so full and warm - everything felt light and lovely, and the hammering against your cervix stung deliciously.
The twins laughed. They laughed, and the noise made a chill run through the heat of your flesh. A low, guttural, dry laugh. Mocking. Cold, almost.
You craned your neck to look back at yourself, watched how the mounds of your ass jiggled as the muscular man behind them thrusted into you, his brows knitted together as he bent over your arched back, the bald spot on his head slick with sweat as he pounded into you.
You felt a strong hand cup your jaw, wrenching your head back to him, his other hand guiding his leaking cock into your open mouth as he demanded attention. He grunted at how you squealed against his length, swirled your tongue around the tip, saliva running down your lips as his brother thrusted into you from behind, rocking your body between them as they fucked you from both ends. Back and forth, their thrusts driving you closer to another and then back, like a pendulum, one of those desk toys you'd seen in the upper floors on executives' desks, cold metal spheres ramming into another. Back and forth.
You felt helpless, and you loved it.
Your throat constricted around the blunt tip of the cock inside your mouth, your cunt milking the length inside it - it was almost painful, far too intense. You just let your body go limp as the twins abused you.
They breathed heavily, grunted and huffed, the musk of their sweat engulfing you like a thick blanket as you were trapped in the heat between them, cocks slipping in and out of you, tears mixing with your own saliva as you distantly heard the man behind you spit into his hand.
You felt the warm wetness of his finger against your puckered asshole.
Oh fuck.
"Spread it."
You clawed at the floor, eager to help, but all you could do was mewl around the stiffness in your mouth as the brother in front of you reached down to spread your asscheeks for his brother.
"Such courtesy."
"All for you."
You trembled as you felt the finger slowly sink down inside you, your freedy ass sucking it in, down to the knuckle. The incredible fullness made you gasp and writhe, your clit felt like it was on fire, the way it throbbed between your legs.
"There you go," the man behind you purred, sliding his finger fully inside you as he pressed his hips flush against you, both of your holes filled. Your head buzzed and you moaned around his brother's cock.
You squealed, your eyes rolling back as they resumed fucking you, your lower body weak and thrumming with need as you ground your hips against the stiff flesh inside you. You sucked hungrily, unable to stop yourself as you felt two pairs of hands on your ass - and another finger inside, tearing you up in the most wonderful way as you bucked against the men, back and forth. Your clit was begging for attention, yet, inside your cunt, you felt the powerful flutters of an oncoming orgasm.
"Such a good little thing," you heard one of them murmur.
"Maybe next time, we'll get to use both of these holes," the other one rasped.
Fuck.
And it hit you like a freight train. You came, spasming around the length inside you, your throat raw as you cried out, and then, after what felt like just a heartbeat, you were flooded with bitter, thick cum as the twins groaned and grunted, wrestling your bucking hips against their, pressing into you as your cunt and throat milked them, your trembling body in their tight grip as you felt your holes fill with hot semen. They pressed themselves so deep inside you, so deep, flush against you. You swallowed down the spurts of cum hitting your throat, tried to hold your hips still as you felt the burn of hot jizz inside your throbbing cunt, tried to be a good toy for them.
(these beefcakes could pee inside my butt and stab me afterwards and i would probably thank them.)
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To them, it is about the control they exercise over you as well as showing you your place. You belong to the brothers, and they will make sure you know exactly where your place is. In some sense of the word, yes, you are an equal, but most of all, you're their plaything. A fucktoy that they can and will use however they please.
But it will definitely also be almost a sacred thing to them, sharing bodily fluids. Like a perverse communion that's just between you three. Hell, they might even introduce a little bloodplay in the mix, since they're always covered in it anyway.
They'll force you on your knees in front of them, your knees digging into chipped linoleum as they force your jaw open and use you as a urinal. Petting yoursoaked hair and stroking your chin, cooing praises to you - you're taking it all so well, happy with your place beneath them. They guide your hands to stroke their cocks to full hardness, making you clean them with your tongue.
The twins are absolutely filthy. They will do it anywhere and everywhere, whenever they feel like it, and they'll make you submit to them.
They have no shame.
Imagine one of the brothers fucking you from behind and the other one relieving himself on your face and chest, his brother's thrusts driving your soaked face against his groin again and again as you struggle in their grip. Their rough hands on your body, pulling at your hair as they mutter sweet words about you taking them both so well.
One of them will lift you up by your throat, pinning you to a wall while his brother will kneel underneath you, swinging your legs over his bulky shoulders and waiting patiently (forcing) for you to release all over him while the one with his hand on your throat will lick your tears away, muttering threats if you dare move.
Both of them squeezing in between your thighs, lapping up your piss as they eat you out/suck you off, taking you as you have taken them - after all, it's only courteous. They want you to feel the rush as well, as a treat.
hey can you do something with Eddie or waylon with lots of praise and/or maybe somno
(gn!reader wakes eddie up with a bj and gets phucced missionary style by waylon. yes, that's the entire post, your honor. very graphic lmao oops.)
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EDDIE GLUSKIN
You woke up with a jolt and something burning inside your loins.
You rolled over, feeling the cool, damp air against your skin as you peeled the sweaty sheets off of yourself, shoving the moth-eaten blanket towards Eddie's side of the bed as you stretched languidly, blinking at the slim rays of sunshine peeking in from the broken windows. Pink and orange - it was still early. You yawned.
You heard him grunt softly in his sleep as your arm brushed against his chest, and you turned to him, watched how his lips parted as he sighed softly. You nuzzled against his neck, inhaling his scent, musky and bitter and oddly sweet. That sharp smell of decay and iron and copper that never really left him. The stench of the asylum.
"Eddie...?" you whispered.
He grunted again. Even softer, it was more like a whine in the back of his throat, and you felt his weight shift on the creaking mattress as he lifted his hips up, bucking them in the air. You stopped, your eyes flicking down to where the sheets were bunched up, just below his navel. And there - oh.
He was hard.
You watched his hips roll against the air, slowly, sluggishly. You grinned at the tented fabric.
You gazed at him excitedly, saw how his nostrils flared, his scarred face still relaxed as he was fast asleep. You scooted down on the bed, careful not to wake him as you gripped the sheet covering his lower half, pulled it down gently to his knees, licking your lips at the sight of his morning wood. You felt filthy looking at it, how it poked against the thin fabric of his white underwear, but you couldn't tear your eyes off of the thick shaft and the round head, already weeping with precum as you moved your hands slowly to the waistband. His muscles twitched as you raked your nails against his abdomen, gently, tenderly, tugging at his pants as you lay on your chest, pulling his half-hard cock out of its confines.
Eddie's breathing was still steady and deep, stuffy as he sucked in another breath through the rashes in his throat. You couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as you wrapped your hand around him, engulfing the base of his heat with your hand as you began stroking, slowly, very slowly, watching and feeling how his flesh stiffened against your palm as his hips lifted ever so slightly against your touch with each flick of your wrist. You stroked his cock to full hardness, your eyes flickering between the leaking tip and his parted lips and how his brows furrowed softly, but he stayed asleep - it's all so filthy, you thought as you leaned down to press your lips against the throbbing head of his cock. He grunted, his legs tensing up, tangled in the sheets as you pushed your head down, easing his tip against your tongue, the velvety flesh stinging your tongue with the bitter, musky taste of his lust. You hollowed your cheeks, pressed yourself further down, down until the tip of his cock brushed against the flat back of your tongue, and you swirled it around the head, sucking him in as your eyes moved to his face.
"H-ah," he breathed out.
You froze, your tongue resting against the base of his glans as you watched his eyes shoot open.
"Darling...?"
You popped his length out of your mouth, shrinking back in embarassment.
"I'm sorry - I couldn't - I wanted to... I'm sorry..." you stammered, but he blinked at you with a lopsided grin spreading to his face. He rolled his hips up wordlessly and let his length rest against you, the tip of his cock hitting your bottom lip.
"Don't stop," he whispered faintly, gritting his teeth as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft.
He was half-asleep, his blue eyes hazy as you sucked his cock, giving him a demure smile as his eyes fluttered open and closed, his hand moving to the crown of your head, pushing you down lazily as heavy breaths spilled from his lips. He stroked your hair tenderly.
"Oh, darling," he sighed, his breath hitching as you pushed your head down, your chin resting against his balls as the wetness of your throat constricted around the tip of his dick, "Oh - fuck - that's good. You're so good."
His voice was raspy and hoarse, still asleep, and you smiled as tears stung your eyes and you let out an ugly gag but the way he groaned out another curse made you stay down, letting him fuck your throat in shallow thrusts.
"Yes," he moaned, "That's it, take it all - fuck - you're insatiable, aren't you? I'm not even -..." his laugh melted into a rugged moan as you popped your head up and slapped the tip of his cock against your tongue, giving him an obscene look through your lashes, "...- I'm not even awake and you... God, you're so good. You're such an adorable little slut."
He dug his fingers into your scalp as you took him in his mouth again, his head falling against the lumpy pillows as you started moving up and down, your spit making his throbbing shaft glisten as he watched it disappear between your lips again and again, his blue eyes fixed on the way your swollen lips stretched around his flushed skin.
"Oh, darling, darling - that's it... I'm going to -..."
He swore under his breath, stroking your hair as you sucked his cock with a feverish pace.
It didn't take long for him to cum, and when you felt the heat of his bitter cum hit the back of your throat, you swallowed it down, held your head down as you felt his balls pulse against your chin, his hips bucking up into your mouth as he came down your throat with a breathy groan, the underside of his cock twitching against your tongue as he writhed against the mattress.
You hoped he'd forgive your impatience. But you thought you already knew the answer.
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WAYLON PARK
Waylon always liked to ease the tension of a long day at work before going to sleep. He always wanted to make sure both of you would be relaxed, and he preferred to do it this way.
And you couldn't really help but admire his commitment to making you feel good even after a tiring work day, and how he could fuck you into the mattress like that when his eyes were red with fatigue. But he was so good at it all.
You could feel how his knees dipped into the mattress as he ground himself into you from above, his mouth on yours as he pressed your hips against the bed with his own, pinning you down, his needy grunts reverberating against your tongue.
Your muscles were sore but his restless pounding into you made the tenseness in your body melt into jolts of pleasure again and again as you felt him drag his cock inside you. Sharp, shallow thrusts that stretched you deliciously around his slender cock, made your body bounce on the mattress as he grunted in your ear, sweat and precum pooling in the apex of your thighs as Waylon fucked you.
"You're so tight," he rasped against your ear, giving the lobe a playful nip as he groaned when you clenches around him, "You feel so good around me - oh, Christ..."
"Fuck, Waylon -..." you gasped, wrapping your legs tighter around his narrow hips, moaning loudly with laughter bubbling up inside you as your brain went hazy from the warmth inside your abdomen, the intense relief you felt with every thrust against your tightness, "Oh my god," you whined and pressed your lips against his jaw, hearing him whimper against you.
"You're so - so lovely," he breathed out, giving your lips a chaste peck as he rolled his hips against you, his cock hitting a new angle inside you that made you mewl, "I love you," he muttered.
"I - fuck -..." you swallowed thickly and screwed your eyes shut as Waylon snapped his hips forward, letting out a little chuckle as he did so.
"Oh, right there?"
"Yeah," you choked out, giving him a weak grin as he captured your lips again, his muttering tickling your sensitive lips as he praised you.
"... taking me so well..."
He kissed you, his lips moving from your mouth to your neck, his slow, deep thrusts never ceasing as your combined weight made the bed creak.
The heat of his skin atop of yours, his weight pressed against you, his throbbing cock inside you - it all felt so comforting. You clung onto him, hugged him tighter to your chest, your fingers in his hair as tenderness filled you and your brain thrummed with lovely little words and little shuddering lights. You wiggled your hips against his, rolling with his thrusts, your wanton moans echoing in the room with the erratic slaps of his heavy balls against your ass. You felt the muscles of his back ripple underneath your fingertips as he craned his head back, ripping his lips from your neck to look into your eyes with his jaw slack, brows furrowed.
"Fuck, I'm close," he whispered, "You're so good and tight - fuck, fuck, fuck."
He grunted loudly, snapping his hips forward, adjusting himself on top of you as you let out a slight giggle when his hand moved down between your legs to stroke you. You groaned, watched how his face melted into a smirk as his brows furrowed in concentration, his flushed cheeks glistening with sweat as he fucked you thoroughly.
"You're so hot when you cum - please, please, cum on my -..." he whimpered, "Cum on my cock."
"Harder," you breathed out, pressing your nose against his, watching how his pupils swallowed you up and his hips slammed into you with bruising force before he let out a weak whine, his hips stuttering, curses falling from his lips as he tried to pull away from your embrace, but you squeezed him tighter to you, felt how he came inside you, moaned and giggled at his groans as he flooded you with his hot cum. His voice trembled as he opened his mouth, his hips still pressed flush against yours.
"Oh, fuck, fuck - I'm sorry..." he whispered, his cheeks a bright red, "I'm sorry."
You stroked his face, rolled your hips up, clenching around him, grinning at the way he whimpered as you milked him.
