Invincible Variants x Vampire!Reader - 2 ORGY SMUT
You asked for it :) FYI I fuckin love the lost boys and you should totally listen to the following covers of my obsession Cry little Sister: Satellite down, LA Guns, Nikki McKibbin, Lyric Noel and Seasons After
Reminder: Orgy, all of them x reader; Spitroasting, fluid swapping, anal, DP throat, spitting, restraining (to an extent) Hands on throats and teeth in necks.
Hope this is worth the delay guys <3
Completely going off TLB lore- you can't turn into a vampire unless you have drank from the vampire ;) potential part 3 if wanted
There's a pun hidden too guys :)
Sultry moans complimented the depraved moans from the man beneath you. his rough fingerless gloved hands held your hips down tight. It was lucky that he was a Viltrumite and lucky for him, them- that you were no longer alive to get hurt so easily, even if no one was particularly focussed on safety right now.
The fact remained proven, you were built to take it. Built to dish it out.
Lenseless was fucking up into you with a speed set to decimate your lower bone structure, if he could. Hips clapping upwards and into the soft of your thighs, the claps were too close together for your mush of a brain- a cock addicted, high off a blood rush off a feeding frenzy, at that.
It should burn, it should hurt, it should sting but it feels to damn fucking nice. the most scratches and bites you leave on him the better, both ways it seemed.
"Fuuuuck, fuck, hot! I wanna kiss you so bad right now" he looks up at you, depravity hot on his breathe. Not breaking a sweat, he leans up and licks a strip from your jaw to your cheek.
In retaliation, you bite down harder, squeezing the oozing flesh of his collarbone between your fangs and lower teeth. Rolling the flesh and suckling at it with your tongue, Lenseless cums HARD, skull forming a crater in the dirt by the fire as his spine arched into it, filling you disappointingly early.
If you cared enough. you could taste the orgasmic bliss in his blood, already a good pint or two down, you might really take everything.
The others had... not stopped. You think, perhaps it was the shock or blatant gratuity of seeing you feed as you fucked an orgasm out of the one lacking common sense.
No one had stopped it, stopped you. Sure your senses picked up on the thrum of the blood pulsing around you, the rhythm beating.
"Did you enjoy that, did you?" Lenseless held onto the last shred of consciousness to seriously ask that? "I could ask you the same thing"
Hardly given time to savor the taste, your hair is yanked in a fist full hard- again. Sinister's face loomed inches above. Mask ripped off at some point, showing you a face you expected- given the others looked like mirror images with minor changes. you saw a glimpse of untamed filth before he was shoving his tongue past your blood coated lips and stealing a taste of what you had been about to swallow. Taking you with him in a tangled heap.
Sinister had you under him faster than you could flip him, although you did try, levitating you both a few inches before he slammed you back down, it would have hurt if you had been human, instead you claw his face, call him an asshole, even if your heart wasn't completely in it.
This time- you didn't take your eyes off him, chest heaving for different reasons entirely. "Dirty, messy slut" He degraded from above, as he snatched your hands- before your claws could slice some correction into his stupid jugular. The marks on his face like that of a pissed off lynx cat, were satisfaction enough.
"Dude, don't watch me jerk it- what are you? gay?" Mohawk called out Prisoner who spat back with. "If I was, you'd be safe." Earning him a half insulted but very dismissive"whatever dude."
Sinister had your leg pressed as high up to your upper half as it would go, grinning down at you- venom waiting, not to come when he sees the state of your gooey cunt beared to the cool air. The little cuts long his face only made him want to put you in your place, vampire or not.
Your leg strained but ultimately glueing to your chest. Raw viltrumite strength levelled out your supernaturally obtained strength when you tested how well he could keep both wrists above your head. Your sire would laugh if he saw you now, if you cared.... if you hadn't left him to the wolves for being a sanctimonious prick.
"What? is someone shy?" Nothing good could come from that smirk. "You weren't shy when you let him do this-" his knee forced your legs to stay open as he drags his palm across your cunt- lightening fast, earning a hiss, an arch of your back and a sensitivity that radiated from the path he had touched along your pulsing pink flesh. "Maybe I like that one better" You say just to piss him off.
That was the thing about being undead, specifically a vampire. When one fed, that blood circulates through the body, extending to mimic body heat, keep you looking alive, and a rarely known side effect- the sensitivities that came with it- how aroused you'd stay with the excess blood replenishing your system. If you were not in a group? you'd never realize how much they fucked when feeding.
Taking the wind from your sails, an unexpected squeak climbs up your throat. You taste Lenseless when he dips down to shut you up with a messy kiss, his teeth pressing uncomfortably and you taste the one above you- but you feel the digits stuffing you tip to knuckle faster than you could decide whether to just sink your fangs in and just finish the job- one down you wouldn't cry about... but the idea of just giving in to the adrenaline, dopamine high that came with feeding after the annoying wait, was hard to ignore. It was buzzing in your veins, sending blood to your other head, the taste made you want more, in the go to a buffet, eat your fill, puke it up and head for seconds kind of need.
But there were 7 other options after all.... who hadn't left when you started, little freaks seemed to be enjoying themselves.
One upside, or downside, depending on how one viewed the side effects of being undead. Feeding riled you up, or made you ridiculously horny, it was hard being in the middle. He seemed to know what he was doing when he stuffed his fingers back in, roughly dragging along your stretched walls lubricated by slick, cum and the caked on blood from Sinister's part in the global destruction.
It smelled of despair and you fucking loved it.
Eyes rolling back, you gasped, messy mouth open- fangs bared for the variants scattered along the fire. A soft "Fuck" on your swollen messy lips.
"Fuck you're pretty, might just have to eat you" He ducked down, biting at your thigh- left, right, left right, a deliciously slow descent- as he kept you partially folded over. "This... could not have been better" Eyes glued to your mouth before he pounced with his weight now completely laying over you. He licked from your jaw to your cheek- taking some red from you in a swipe of hot breathy tongue, the second to do that.
Grinding down, you feel the outline of what you wanted rubbing, grinding against you.
The lewd wet sounds of your pussy affect not only him.
Viltrumite had been put off at the change of events- expecting something else entirely, yet his hand was still palming the length sequestered under tight stained viltrumite fabric. The lack of heartbeat had been off-putting, but you proved him wrong when his gut tingled. The vivid gore on your lower visage and neckline.........rising to the wild gleam in those equally wild eyes of yours.. did something.
Mohawk says something- why he wasn't hurrying the fuck up, fully intending on going next. If you were putting out for the idiot lax with blood loss and the known asshole currently, he was pretty fucking confident you'd finish off where you'd left him. If only that prick would hurry up.
Not that he didn't appreciate the pretty little noises coming from your pretty lips. His hand dragged tighter along his shaft, feeling the pulse- and he was pretty fucking sure he had an oral fixation now when he couldn't take his eyes off those lips, the teeth- he could feel the phantom sensation of your bite.
"don't you fuckin-" You warned when Sinister buried his face in your neck. "MY blood will turn you, don't you fuckin-" Too late, Sinister would find out if Viltrumite dna was stronger than the vampiric poison of your blood.
The groan you let out is hideous. Not as hideous as the sharp pitch in your throat when his fingers stuffed themselves into your soppy entrance two at a time, immediately curving upwards to force you to see not only the night sky, the stars and if possible- the whole fucking galaxy painted in reds.
Having been a while since you let anyone bite or feed from you. you were no one's drink, never planned to be- the responsibility of siring another one of your kind was not something you ever figured would happen. but you still gushed around his fingers, you still arched into it, screaming into the night air when he managed to push you over the edge, evidenced when he felt you tighten, pulse and try to break his fingers. He smirks into the bite, knowing he felt that.
Thoughts a cataclysmic orchestra as you heard him working you through it. You thrashed, on course for the point of no return if he kept it up.
The torment is short lived when he rips his fingers from you, rips his teeth from you- swapping fluids as he licked his fingers, your unclean blood fresh on his mouth. A vile pink mess. "You do realize, you just drank from a vampire, right?" You had to state the obvious, because it had sobered you up a notch.
You get a gruff "Don't care." for your fucking troubles before he went back for seconds without warning, like your blood was his nectar. Like you hadn't just warned him with an implication that he could end up like you.
Oh, he really was crazy you decided when his teeth scraped against your skin again, his jaw flexing- a sharp bite back into your neck- lower this time. Greedy. Flesh gave way to teeth, leaving you feeling the patch of saliva-pink skin stinging, numbed and- "Shit!!!!!" your eyes rolled back, thinking it was not...so... oh.......bad. The pulsing gave way to soft rolling waves of ecstasy. Mind numbing like nothing else... fuck you forgot how it felt.
The hiss that escapes you is embarrassingly audible, telling them just exactly how much you liked it. The others still heard it. Some using it as fuel to keep from spending early.
The wind began to pick up, much like Sinister. His hand fished his half hard cock from the rip in his suit when he had enough- uncaring if it's the only clothing he arrived here in. You had already fucked up his neck line and elsewhere in the tumble, fight for being the one doing the fucking as opposed to being fucked.
Feeling the fat tip run along your weeping seam, stretched open from Lensless, open from the sets of fingers and pulsing with need or from blood loss, you try to buck up into it.
"Fucking beg for it" he says as if he hadn't just taken a liberty from you, the least he could do was shut his trap and fuck you senseless for your troubles. You glare up at him when you have troubles pining the asshole down. Sinister enjoyed how riled up you looked, torn between wanting to rip his face clean off or slobber over it for another taste. "Fuck you" his grin widened. "Oh you will, but not until I hear please from your pathetic little mouth"
Sinister was too much of an asshole to shut up about it- So you just had to hiss into his neck, had to bite up his jaw until you broke skin. The reaction was not what you were expecting, the freak had fucking bit back, again. Using the distraction clear as day you rolled him over, taking the advantage to fill yourself up until your pussy met his pelvis with a satisfied smirk. "You were saying" you add on, "Bitch" just to piss him off. His teeth pressed harder, and harder, pissed you got the better of him- but not for long when he knocked the wind from your lungs, pressing you back into the ground.
Your claws bit into the fabric, cutting along, leaving little slices of red down his back as you arched, uncontrollable- free. Tipping your head back, fanged mouth open, fucked dumb.
Senses running haywire. The overwhelming screaming in your cranium echoes, you can't help but grab onto him. It took you a second to realize the screams were coming from you. Far from gentle as he pistoned deep, withdrew till the tip only to pound it full force back inside, producing a sick, lewd squelch from the angle and how ridiculously riled up you had gotten. The degrading terms he was calling you mattered not when he was abusing your g spot, when he was fucking you so hard-so deep, you thought you were going to either be sick or see jesus. You flipped him back over after he threatened to leave you high and dry. Unacceptable.
Fingers rubbed spit slicked circles along the rim of your ass when you weren't paying attention, a finger begins to test the tight ring of muscles nestled between your ass. It earned him a gasp and a stutter in your vicious pace, he grinned again, all teeth and nothing good. "Desperate little cunt, aren't you"
Eyes a gold fury you got in his face, riding harder. "Says the prick fucking me like a virgin"
"Oh you fucking asked for it bit-" someone grabbed you neck from behind, cool digits even colder against the blood fueled warmth your undead body retained.
Mohawk had seen enough. Saw the asshole drawing it out- clicked his teeth, impatient and creeping in as he squeezed to pull you back. "Takin' too fuckin' long" he decided for you that you were going to blueball the prick, legs moving with Mohawk who guided you off Sinister and near the fire and hastily onto your back- putting those pin ups of his to shame- little sloppy kisses pressed down your chest until he reached where he wanted to be badly. He couldn't get enough, he massaged you, felt every part of you, groaning, mind spinning, drunk on what he was going to do to you.
Sinister was poised to pounce, tear the variant apart for that, only Viltrumite saw sense to stop it before it could happen- even if he was also on shaky grounds for navigating the depravity he was not accustomed to. "Do not." It took effort to stop the fuming variant snarling and threatening creative deaths. He truly was an idiot, considering all of them were on equal footing (to a degree.) He wouldn't have done much damage, that was for sure.
You could hardly argue when Mohawk's hot tongue followed a trail from taint to clit, letting the cool air dry just to dip down and mouth at the wet little hole he had been aching for since your teeth in his neck. The high pitch in your mewl is his reward, hooking your thighs in the crook of his elbows, he hauls you closer, letting his tongue dip along the seams, tasting you, tasting his predecessors, nasty assholes didn't pull out and thus, his tongue pulls out to pay attention to the swollen little clit aching for more.
You are about to see heaven, or hell- not sure on what grounds. claws dug up dirt from how tight you had been grabbing onto mother nature, not giving him the satisfaction of pleading for more, instead you buck into him. The swears refused to slow down- not until Omni was up from his perch and by your face in seconds. The hot flesh of his veiny cock slid over your lips, you welcomed him in, licking the sensitive tip before he could voice his distaste at your 'language.' Bliss and impatience going hand in hand.
Mohawk didn't like that he could hardly hear what he was doing to you. Why did that annoying prick have to ruin it when he had to watch you get dicked down by the Lenseless idiot and then the other asshole who he had almost scrapped twice since being forced to work together- something they mutually shared as a fault. He so badly wanted to deck the language police currently muffling the noises he desperately wanted to hear.
"Someone jealous?" Lensless couldn't help but taunt, the little fucker already hard, again. Mohawk gritted his teeth, spitting a. "No."into your messy cunt, vibrating so nicely. Not wanting to admit it, fists however? fuck yes, only if he wasn't face deep in your quivering cunt.
When he had slurped what he could, wrestled and practically prying the orgasm from you with the force of a freight train, he rested back on his knees, parting your shaking legs. He was painfully hard, unable to take it anymore. He needed to be buried deep as he could go.
In the moments Prisoner mark had in between watching the clear debauchery take place, the others clear 'okay' on the unexpected events. It was admittedly still strange to see you again, albeit undead. If he had it his way, he'd have preffered you more on the alive side of things but seeing you take the roughness, knowing you couldn't die so easily, truly die, he could make do.
Flaxan tried to block out, his counterpart with the stupid hairstyle's obnoxious commentary after the last. "Who's is it, baby?" god he was so fucking desperate. Embarrassing. He hoped he wouldn't be as bad as that. The sight of you splayed open, practically spit roasted on both ends by different versions of himself- really didn't help. There was nothing on his conquered planet that came close to even a fraction of the erotica he was watching, as if he wasn't supposed to be watching, a forbidden fruit he was only now just discovering. He knew the other one who wouldn't stop rattling on about his 'empire' and the one clearly tortured by something, were in a similar boat. As far as definitions went, they were not used to this, not that they'd have the balls to admit it, and neither did he.
"Hey fuck face, out. Now." Mohawk told Omni with barely restrained discontent, like the selfish asshole he was- he wanted your full attention. "Baby wanna bite?" he asked knowing you couldn't get enough. In an instant, you had spat out Omni, swapped it in seconds for the wrist Mohawk extended to you just to watch the same fangs sink down. hard. "fuuuuuuuuuck yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss"
Ignoring the subtle but directed twitch from Omni, It was easy for him to ignore just where your mouth had been when his eyes were rolling back and his hips were stuttering like a faulty rollercoaster.
Spilling hot, fast and balls deep- he practically screams to a ruined sky when your convulsing pussy milks him through it. 2nd orgasm down. Thank fuck you were undead, otherwise you might've started weeping, knowing there were others to go, others you weren't objecting to in your riled up frenzy.
Smelling the blood was enough, tasting?- was pure ecstasy.
It takes a shove from Omni for Mohawk to pull out- more of a demand than a nudge, before he was taking his place- adjusting your hips to lift them as he guided himself inside of you when you clung to his arms, dragged your tongue up the length of his clothed chest until you reached the underside of his chin, bypassing the subtle bob of his adam's apple in a firm throat. He knew what you were going to do, he'd be stupid not to. Nothing had happened to his lenseless counterpart- nothing that he hadn't asked for begged for.
You hardly feel the viltrumite slinking up behind you- but you are painfully aware of the stretch beginning at the tightest rim of your sphincter, following an odd mix of pain and something else as you feel it fill you up- until there was no where else to go but balls deep.
Viltrumite needed to take care of it. he worked in conjunction with Omni, unclear if he was using you for relief, or for other reasons, but either way he pushed the human side of him down low. He had been hard, he needed it taken care of. And it seemed you didn't mind. Together they had dragged you through three shattering screaming orgasms, until they couldn't hold on much longer- little praises on Omni's mouth rolled off you like feathers on skin, where as the slight pain of where Viltrumite had been pistoning tip to pelvis, only worked to send you over the edge. When you couldn't bite- with Viltrumite's forearm hooked under your neck you snarl in disappointment, only for them to make it up to you with another- just as they filled you to the brim, little grunts, barely there caresses soothed your soul from the intensity you craved.
Flaxan could care less, once the 'holier than thou' stuck up versions had finished with you, he shoved Emperor mark back onto the log he was on before he could even think of it. Shooting over to shove his combat sweats down and loosened his military belt full of little gadgets just enough to free the ache in his loins, not caring if the others saw it- he had seen enough unwanted cock tonight. What was one more?
Emperor was mid argument with Prisoner who had done nothing to him, well, if you call the heavy implication that he needed to spit the cock out of his mouth when said Emperor variant wouldn't stop rattling on about how he would have ran things, how he would have done things, the most mundane and mind numbing shit to his scarred ears.
He was pissed, on Flaxan's tail- half a mind to rip the spine from his back, but Mohawk put a stop to that. "Nuh uh man, you aren't ruining this" not wanting to end what could only be described as out of the ordinary. tripping the furious variant, almost into the fire, he keeps him in place as Flaxan has you by the throat- a precaution for a bite he didn't want. The others had satisfied your hunger- hopefully. He really didn't know much about vampires, only a few had grown up with horror movies, tales, silly human superstitions- either way, he didn't trust what he didn't know, even if it looked like similar. The groan is deep, guttural, like a knife dipped in honey when he slides between your thighs, pulls you to him, lets your wait fall on his hips when he slides into a sit. He ignores the lewd caresses you give on the firm hand to your throat- you weren't breathing? Oh yeah. Right. It would take some getting used to......used to?
When you bounce on him, putting him to shame, he snarls in your face, earning him a snap of sharp teeth inches from his face- claws digging into his arm, fascinated, fucked out- wild. They had noticed.
Lenseless wonders if he should have at least tried to have held off if not to get what Flaxan was getting. Fuck.... he was getting hard again!
Sinister still pissed, is already planning their murders- he is strangely quiet- lacking the bite his abrasive personality usually carried to those around him. As if the others were any better, but they were pussies. Truth was, he was feeling a little too calm, eerily so. Never felt like this, in such a long time- the murder was fizzling like a faulty firework. The goosebumps wave along his bare forearms, ripped neckline and back as he tried to will himself up- to... was he fucking seeing double? two cocks, two laps, two of each.
No Emperor had kicked Mohawk viciously south, spitting sand and ripping you off of Flaxan's softened spent limp dick quicker than the Flaxan leader could question the mark. He hadn't came in months since he had been throwing himself into the rulling, throwing himself into this stupid deal with Angstrom. Something so human, so primal had dirtied his windows, fogged the windows- had a yawn tearing up his throat- rare for an insomniac.
Emperor said as much, snarling at Prisoner, a quiet 'not sharing' implied. You were his, this time. There would be no seconds.
"Fucking pathetic" turning to you. "And you- "
"Me what, boner boy?" You giggled, fucked out- letting the asshole shove you face first into the ground. It earned you a smack, followed by another. "Do you think insulting me will do you any favors, slut?" Lenseless snorted, not hiding it when Emperor tried to stealthily wipe the cum from your dripping, pulsing cunt, to replace with his own.
"Yeah just forget we dicked her down and you're eating the soggy biscuit dude boo hoo I went last wah wah, comeeeee onnnnnnn" He found it too funny because of course the shoulder pad wearing pompous variant had a thing about sharing. They all did, but no one had wanted to pass up the chance when it was going around- unexpected but easy, complete sheer luck. Well that and that you hadn't died earlier when you hunted them down annoyed they had killed off a good majority of your food source.
"Shut your face, before I shut it for you. I've tortured for less." Well.. they all did, so it didn't go well. Emperor shoved his fingers in your hair, keeping you down as he slides his dick out and slides into the more fresher- cleaner place he wanted to be. Met with warm, wet, not completely clean heat that welcomed him with an overstimulated squeeze. He bites back when Mohawk righted himself from the half hearted hit. "Dude you do know that your shit is gonna stink of us right, buddy?" The variant in question is too focussed on the erratic massage rippling around him, too consumed by the stirring to retort, or listen.
Leaning down, he switches his grip on you to your wrists, hiking your upper body up as leverage to deliver a pace more punishing than pleasing- but jokes on him, you couldn't differentiate between the two, a more durable body than thought.
Prisoner wonders if you'd fuck him? if you'd even considered it, or if he was going to be left. He couldn't blame the thinking, he wasn't exactly the most visually pleasing to look at- having been on numerous occasions, in different variations by different mouths since the torture on how he looked, a pizza was not the worst he had been called. He watched the way your mouth fell open, half disheartened you seemed to not mind the pompous dick behind you. He'd hoped you would have saught death for that one.
"You fucking like that huh? You're getting the best of the best" Emperor grunts, hips slapping into cheeks with each spine rattling, joint popping thrusts. No one needed to say anything to that- his earlier fights had shown who was the weakest link of the bunch, the most ego bruised of the banana bunch.
"Don't flatter yourseeeeeellll" You choke on spit when he hauls you higher up, almost enough to try and break your back with the vicious pounding. "Don't you dare fucking talk to me like that." He spits in your mouth when you moaned on his cock. the half disgust, half clench of your pussy is interesting to him, he doesn't hide it. "If you weren't such a whore, I could have made a place for you in my empire."
It wasn't long before he was just driving you into the ground, using his full weight into it until you were screaming, clenching, pussy pulsing like it was going to implode. If you had a heart it would have been pumping full force- doing a fucking somersault.
When the dick was done, he pulls out- admires his work, slaps your other cheek and works on cleaning himself up, leaving you panting and spent on the dirty ground, fire illuminating the eerie lack of sweat on your skin- undead, and an idea they were still warming up to, at least most of them.
Prisoner doesn't expect the clawed finger curling him towards you, the honey in your gaze- the implicit, 'come get it' swallowing his initial uncertainty, he makes his way to you, thinking you wanted a hand up because there was no way you wanted to fuck him, right?
Kissed the tips of scar damaged fingertips, licked up damaged knuckles like it was a delicacy.
He swallowed- lost for words.
Prison hadn't prepared him for this of all things, a man could dream sure, but that had been an afterthought since breaking out, until now. He was embarrassingly hard, had tried to hide it half way when he began to think you wouldn't want it, that he was silly to try and coax himself over like some sort of unwanted freak.
"cm'ere you" you were too convincing, he saw where your other hand had dissappeared. Fuck.... were you touching yourself.... looking at him.....................
The boner he had tucked into his prison waist line jumped.
You would be the death of him.
More so when you licked up his arm, kneeling like you wanted to do more. Had he forgotten.. that look in so long? had it been that long. He makes sure he read it right, ignores the jeers from the others, the comments as you pounced on him, ravenous, eyeing something else in his pants, you search his pocket- pulling out a small knife he had collected since the devastation.
Clicking it open, you drag it along your tongue, letting the muscle bleed open, drip down your chin when you lunged for a kiss, soppy wet- dirty beyond all means,
Lenseless was not happy with that, calling it unfair. Prisoner found himself really not caring, instead he sticks his scarred middle finger up, opens his mouth, fights your tongue, rubs down your back- grinds up into you, letting himself melt into it.
You had humped him through his pants till he had to yank you away to free himself- "No, no, let me" he takes over, letting his fingers find your clit. "Are you sure," he asks, just as he was about to let himself feel what the fuss was about. "Sure am, cutie." there it was again, that almost false sweetness to your teasing tone, that went straight to his dick. Fuck you were so wet, his tip slid around until it notched- one final look and a grab of his hips told him what he was waiting on. That you actually did want him.
"You're going to be the death of me" He admits, carefully filling you to the brim for the 8th time tonight since you had went off to hunt down the inconsiderate assholes who eliminated your back ups, your source of food.
You didn't care when the scarred one managed to coax you one last time, with promise.
You brought this hand to your mouth, sucking two of his digits as he rode you into a frenzy. Prisoner thought he would cream right there. Because fuck he felt that. The grip so fucking tight, just right, driving him fucking nuts.
Muffled "Fucks" like a prayer filled the silence when the others shut the fuck up.
When he came, he circled your swollen sensitive clit through your orgasm just to feel you milk him, and to see you thrash for him, once again. Proud, defiled and definitely not what he was expecting.
With copper on his tongue, he dips low to kiss the scream climbing up your throat.
