So with the holidays encroaching and it being such a very long time since I have, I am thinking about opening up commissions for the holidays. If I did so, would there still be interest?

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So with the holidays encroaching and it being such a very long time since I have, I am thinking about opening up commissions for the holidays. If I did so, would there still be interest?
So I have so many things I want to do, goals I wanna achieve in this year I am seriously thinking of re-opening commissions!
"Make It Right." Poly!DanBert X AFAB! Reader. A Commission.
Well hey, hey, hey! I have been working on this for God, I dunno how long at this point! A long ass time! This is the second commission from @darklylucid and it beats out the last one! This is basically 14K angsty, pining and smutty as fuck Poly!DanBert fuckery. I spent so much time on this, so much energy! Kelly gave me a gorgeous 1.5K outline for this and I went the hell off. I hope you all love it as much as she did! I put everything into this. So without further ado! Here we go!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 13.9K. Hebert West X Dan Cain X AFAB! Reader. Poly!DanBert. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Pining. And They Were Roommates. Roommates to Friends To Lovers. Angst. Fighting. Coldness. Herbert Is An Asshole. Kissing. Making Out. Domesticniess. Polyamory Obviously. Touching. Vaginal Fingering. Masturbation. Vaginal Sex. Jerking Off. Dirty Talk. Oral Sex. Orgasm Denial. Edging. Multiple Orgasms. Cunnilingus. Double Penetration. Crying Reader. Restainted Reader. Praise. Dacryphilia. Overstimulation. Cream Pie. Biting. Begging.
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You had always suspected something was up ever since you first moved in. Just that there was more than met the eye to your two roommates. There was the basement that they were weirdly protective over that made you much too curious, however you decided to not venture down there right away, a particular look in Herbert’s eyes told you that it was a bad idea and you figured you shouldn’t press.
They had lived together for a long time, clearly a lot of history, closeness, like they had been through something serious, heavy, that bonded them. It wasn’t said outright but you had a way about you that clued you into it, you pieced it together over the course of weeks bleeding into months of living with them.
The closeness they shared is what made the gears in your head start to turn. You had eyes, could admit they were attractive, you noticed that the first day you met them but more than that is what really got your thoughts cooking. You noticed moments of intimacy between the pair that you probably weren’t meant to, holding hands under the table one night, lingering looks, a bit of innuendo. One morning, your suspicions are confirmed, you come down earlier than normal to see a rather sleepy looking Herbert clinging to Dan. The smaller man’s arms around his taller companion, cheek pressed to his back between his shoulder blades as Dan makes coffee. It is an oddly sweet moment, one you were sure you weren’t meant to see, you make sure to keep your overseeing it quiet. Seeing how they are that morning is what puts the nail in the coffin and gets you thinking hard. They have some sort of relationship and the fact they do has made you think and think hard.
Emotions have been stirring within you, building, a feeling you knew well, a crush, one that has deep roots, the kind that makes you feel warm and your brain soaked in syrupy delightful hope for more.
It takes a bit before one night in a cold sweat after waking from a dream you realise, shit, you have one on not just Dan and not just Herbert, but both of them.
Human beings capacity for feeling, for emotional depth on that level, it is staggering, you had crushes before but never on more than one person at once. Certainly never two people at once who were entangled with one another.
You tried to ignore it at first but that didn’t work out as well as you hoped it would. Not when Dan would make you coffee in the morning just how you liked it or when he would check in with you at the end of the day on how it went. Even Herbert had his own way about him that you loved, seeing him with Dan, the levity he could bring, he was really fucking funny. You could listen to Herbert rant about the incompetencies of others for hours but if you did that you’d run out of breath and have sore ribs.
Your feelings were really sealed for the pair of them when one night you’d fallen asleep on the couch, the sound of them coming up from the basement woke you but you were still so tired, so comfortable, you refused to get up. Keeping your eyes closed, willing to sleep it out a while longer, you hear them stop before going to their rooms.
“She’s asleep.” Dan said in a hushed tone and Herbert said with a sigh, “Ever observant Daniel.”
You hear a light smack and a quiet, “Ow!” You hear Dan muffle a laugh and you fight the urge to smile, “Real mature. Now can we go to bed?”
Dan said, “In a minute.” You hear more footsteps come towards the couch. “You were the one who insisted we had to go to bed. What are you doing?”
“Give me a minute, you are so impatient. I don’t want her to get cold.” Dan said and you then feel a blanket being draped over you. “There, now we can.”
Dan was always so sweet, you felt warm but then you heard Herbert scoff, a “What?” From Dan until Herbert comes over, the blanket is adjusted, pulls it and you realise your feet were not covered until he fixed that. “Now we can.”
Herbert teased, mocking what Dan had said and it made his companion shake his head. “Even when you do something nice you gotta be an asshole about it.”
“What? I thought you’d be happy, you left her half covered Dan! Do something right if you are going to do it.”
More footsteps and their voices getting too quiet to hear as they left you there. You really didn’t want to get up now. You stay curled up after they walk away and fall asleep and dream of them again, of getting to be part of what they have. It was then that your pining really started.
You find yourself longing for more time with the pair. You try to squeeze even more time with them. You ask Herbert about his research and try to rein in your overly soft expression as he talks and talks and talks excitedly.
You cook with Dan, both of you meal plan and grocery shop and prep and make it all together and both of you drag Herbert to eat with you both too, he can’t say no when both of you beg. You help out with all kinds of the daily boring maintenance of life because it is better doing it with them. The longer it drags on the worse it gets.
Little did you know it was getting bad for them too. You were getting to them. Dan fell first and he fell early. It was such a small innocuous thing. He had a hard day. He came home, showered, got changed and then sat himself on the couch to rest before getting dinner together but before he could get up to fetch his own food you came in with a steaming plate. When questioned you smiled and said, “I know you had a long shift, figured the last thing you wanted after today was to cook.”
He took the plate gratefully and looked down at the food you’d made just for him before looking back up to you and asked, “Are you hungry?”
“I actually ate earlier but do you mind if I sit with you while you do? You can vent about your day if you want to.”
Dan was utterly smitten and it took this moment two and a half months into living with you to realise it. From then on Dan savoured every moment spent with you all the more. Nights that he wasn’t in the basement with Herbert he was around you, cooking, watching tv, playing cards, whatever struck your fancy honestly.
Herbert took a lot longer to start getting invested in the same fashion. What made him start to wonder and question was one evening when not working on his research, Dan was out and he needed him to make any real progress at this stage, he was sitting on the couch reading.
You came in with a book of your own asking if he minded if you joined him and he didn’t see a reason why to not allow you.
The comfortable silence you shared, only the soft sound of turning pages, the presence of you next to him wasn’t an annoyance, it was welcome. Oddly, comforting. He liked it much more than he anticipated, the only person he usually could tolerate, forget about like, just tolerate in this fashion was Dan and that took a long time to get to that point. But here you were, worming your way in much faster than that. It was strange.
The next moment was when you asked him about the book when you had seen that he had finished reading it. He was struck that you noticed he had first off and that next that you wanted his opinion. He found himself with his coffee at the kitchen table talking rapidly, similar to how he was when he vented but this time it was enthusiastic excitement over how much he enjoyed this particular book. He normally didn’t go off about something he did for fun or pleasure, more often than not when he talked like this it was about his work and nothing else but you apparently had the uncanny ability to pull this out of him.
He ponders over it, wonders what is up with him, he is passing by your bedroom one afternoon during such a time he is wondering when he hears a sound that makes him stop short.
A moan.
Coming from your room. It was your voice, it was you. He should leave and not intrude but curiosity got the better of him, he was about to step away but heard you moan what sounded like…His name?
He stepped closer, his ear placed to the wood and he could hear you much better like this. Soft moans, gasping breaths, the sound of wetness, the light sound of the bed springs from what he assumed was you rocking on the mattress.
You sounded so needy. He doesn’t think he has ever heard someone moan his name like that, as if you hurt from being denied of him at that moment, no he hadn’t heard that not even during the times he and Dan had-
And he heard you moaning it again and he was gone, he was so hard in a second.
He listened much longer than he should have. His hand was so close to the doorknob, he had the urge to push open the door, to ask if you needed help but that was ludicrous, you moaning his name like this it meant, nothing right? It could be some innocent fantasy, you might not even want him like that. The longer he listened the less likely that seemed, the more he was convinced you were serious.
The only thing that made him pull away was when he realised how achingly hard he was and that he needed to go deal with this and that getting caught dick in hand in front of your bedroom door would be awful. He would never be able to explain himself without you thinking he was a total pervert. He walked away as he thought well if you caught him like that or the fact he thought that in the first place might mean that he was.
He went to his room and sat on the edge of his bed, his pants down around his thighs and his hand wrapped around himself. He came in less than three minutes with your name on his lips.
You continue to invade his thoughts frequently, at inopportune moments he is reminded of some funny thing you said, or more often than not that afternoon he overheard you.
It wasn't the only time he overheard you either. Other afternoons, late at night, some mornings even. Every time he walked the hall and saw your door was closed he would wonder what you were up to and if he would hear you.
Herbert hates that you occupy his mind this much, he has other things to concern himself with, he doesn’t understand why this is happening, what is it about you that is so special? One night after dinner you excuse yourself to go to your room and Herbert and Dan take the chance to go to the lab and do some research. They are sitting and both doing research on their own respective things, general note taking and review and prep and as they sit working Herbert's mind wanders and he wonders if you are masturbating right now.
He sits perched on his stool picturing you sprawled out, two fingers buried in your wet hole, fucking in and out, palm slapping your clit, pleasure clear on your face, breath catching and back arching, he bets you looks fucking incredible.
He sighs, taking his glasses off with one hand, the other rubbing his eyes in exasperation, he should be working, he is falling behind on it all but instead he is stuck in a loop imagining you getting off and rock hard over it. Dan noticed Herbert stopped and was sitting there head half in his hands and he asked, “Are you having some trouble?”
He contemplated for a moment and decided fuck it, you were busy, he wouldn’t get anymore work done till this was dealt with and Dan was right here, a much better option than his own hand. He pivots on his stool and stands up allowing Dan to see his ‘issue’ and he asks, “Yes I am. Do you think you can help me?”
Dan grins, leaning forward on the table, eyes locked on the prominent erection standing out in Herbert’s black slacks, “Of all the things I thought that might have been weighing on your mind this was certainly not one of them.”
Pencil in his grip he leaned closer, reaching out with the writing utensil, the eraser end of it tracing the line of his dick and watching as Herbert’s hips bucked forward slightly, “Ooh real needy tonight, yeah?”
Herbert scoffed at Dan’s teasing, arms crossed with a roll of his eyes and his companion pressed, “What got you so worked up just sitting here anyway? Am I that irresistible?”
“Hardly Daniel.” He grit out as Dan started to open his pants, “Mmm, so if it wasn’t me then what?”
Should he say? He wasn’t sure. How would Dan handle if knowing that he had been pining after you, that he overheard and listened in like some creepy little voyeur while you masturbated? What if he reacted badly and wanted to stop what they had going on, then Herbert would be on his own and things might get weird or strained, their shared work might suffer-
But then Dan has his clothing out of the way and one of his hands around Herbert’s shaft and he exhales shakily and without being able to stop it or meaning to he breathes out your name. That makes Dan’s hand stop mid-stroke and he says, “You’ve been thinking about her too?”
Those six simple words unlocked a new level of the pair of them hooking up.
That night while having sex sprawled on the work table they both admitted things to each other in the heat of the moment, all about how they had been growing closer to you individually, talking about how well you fit, how much they liked you and of course, how hot you are.
Herbert wasn’t the only one who had overheard you. Dan was on his knees, Herbert leaning against the table, fists gripping the edge, losing himself in the hot wet feeling enveloping his dick before more words were filling his mind, “She makes the sweetest sounds when she’s touching herself, doesn’t she Herbert?”
He tangled his fingers in Dan’s hair and forced himself back into his mouth with a strained, “Yessss-”
He couldn’t stop himself, rocking his hips forward, fucking at a less than leisurely pace into Dan’s mouth, he sounded almost angry as he grit out, “How-how do you think she, ugh, does it?”
A hum before he pops off, his hand taking over, firm grip, another moan pulled from the man above him.
Dan says, “I think she might have a toy or two, sometimes I hear a very consistent-” slipping the cock in his grip halfway back into his mouth, hand locked around the base, he hummed until Herbert let out a choked off gasp and he pulls back, now finishing the thought, “-humming coming from her room.”
The thought of you with a vibe pressed between your thighs, biting your hand to try and keep quiet as the mechanically assisted pleasure coursed through you dragged Herbert to the edge with a frightening pace that made his head spin. He made an attempt to push Dan away, wanting to prolong this experience but as Dan’s grip tightened and his tongue swirled over the tip no way could he stop.
When Dan had swallowed him back was once again seated on his stool and Herbert had a slick hand around him, stroking him, wrist twisting on the down stroke as he told him all about, “-the first time I heard her I couldn’t help myself, I felt so bad but fuck, she sounded way too good to ignore, I just had to do something!-”
Herbert nodded, face almost buried in Dan’s neck, “-I can’t ignore her, it’s maddening, why can’t I ignore her?”
“I don’t know, God, harder! Yeah like that-” He panted, “-is-is she putting something in the food when she cooks?” Dan sounded wrecked, rocking up into Herbert’s fist as more brief theories were thrown back and forth until he met his own end.
When both of them had cum and were sitting there in the aftermath, scattered paper work, spilled cum, dishevelled and panting they realised they were in trouble. No way could they go back to what they had before, not without talking about you. Now that their mutual attraction was out in the open why hide it from each other when it could elevate what they did this much?
Between hanging out with you more and more, not just solo, but together and hot as hell hook ups where you were the main topic of conversation in a few weeks a conclusion was reached.
They wanted you. Talking about you wasn’t enough. But what are the odds that you’d be into this? Into both of them, want both of them?
There was a serious discussion, while clothes were left on about pursuing this. The logistics of it, how it all might work out and it lasted for hours and they both ultimately decided that it was too wild, no way, the risks too great.
And yet…
Dan couldn’t help himself from testing the waters, even when Herbert was resistant and you were so into his advances and flirting it shocked them both. You returned the flirting openly, almost shamelessly, an air of, “What took you so long?” almost oozing out of you as you bantered with Dan who was still attempting to regain his footing from this sudden development.
Dan tested it hard, allowing himself to get closer and closer to you physically and emotionally and you returned it and Herbert with a small tentative start getting closer too and more involved.
This had been a long time coming. The casual affection growing, the care, the conversations and investment and the sexual tension was now permeating every interaction instead of just half of them like before the flirting kicked up. It was nearly too much to take, Dan and Herbert were practically fucking each other raw from the pace that they were going at it inspired by you and you similarly were running out of batteries much too quickly.
The song and dance lasts much longer than it should have but eventually the message is crystal fucking clear. You want them. They want you. Herbert and Dan admit to each other that this thing between them, whatever it is, they don’t want to continue it without you. They can’t imagine it without you, it’s impossible, it feels nearly ineffable and undefinable, a feeling, Herbert hates the fact that he is going to do this massive risk based off of a fucking feeling of all things but even he can’t deny this.
So a decision was made, it was on the table, it was worth it after all and the night it was meant to happen, that Herbert and Dan were going to properly ask, you knew it was coming, it was obvious, you were ecstatic and thought they were too.
The unthinkable happened.
The meeting that would become your first date, you and Dan were stood up. Herbert never showed up. Herbert locked himself in the basement. No word, no note, no answer when they knocked. It was odd, confusing, hurtful.
You and Dan try to have a good time but it feels weird, half hearted and you both go to bed alone and unsure.
The next day everything feels off. Herbert doesn’t look at either of you, barely acknowledges you, he is either at the hospital, in the basement, locked up tight, not even letting Dan in, or in his bedroom.
He barely eats, offers of food you and Dan made are rejected outright, plates of well prepared meat and vegetables, pasta, homemade pizza, all shoved away. He makes himself toast and things that require him being in the kitchen for more than a few short minutes at a time because whenever you both caught him in there you’d badger him.
He doesn’t want to talk, he doesn’t want to spend any time together. You try to reach out, try to figure out what is wrong but he acts if he doesn’t hear you, even with you right next to him. After weeks of this treatment, he ignores you so thoroughly you pursue him, ask him question after question and he doesn’t pay you any mind.
You follow behind begging him on and on, eventually you cut in front of him stopping him in a doorway, your hands gripping the door frame so hard your knuckles are aching, looking up at him and asking “What is your fucking damage Herbert?!”
He still doesn’t even look at you, an exasperated sigh as he says, “Are you quite finished?”
The tone he says it, the tiredness and finality of it, like you are nothing more than an inconvenience, it hurts. You bite your lip and drop your arms, step to the side and he brushes past you, purposefully avoiding touching you at all and when you hear his footsteps head down the steps you allow emotion to overtake.
Dan finds you sitting at the kitchen table, you hadn’t started dinner and were just looking at your hands, fighting back tears.
“What’s wrong?” He asked so softly, you hadn’t heard him come in and you jump, you wipe at your eyes and tell him in a rough voice, “Nothing.”
It clearly wasn’t nothing. It was awful, he hated seeing you like this and even without you saying it outright he knew it had to do with Herbert. You have no idea what went wrong and Dan has no idea either.
Dan marches down to the basement, intent on finding out what the fuck Herbert’s deal was. He pounds on the door until Herbert finally opens it and lets him in.
“What do you want, Daniel?” Herbert asked, sounding much too tired for any sort of casual talking let alone something this heavy. “What I want is to know what the hell has been up with you?”
“Tonight?” Herbert asked nonchalantly, flipping through papers and Dan scoffed, “No! For the past I don’t know, three-ish weeks? Ever since the night you stood us up?”
Herbert hums, his back to Dan, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t-” Dan sighed, hanging his head before asking further, “Don’t know what I’m talking about?”
Herbert let out a half laugh, a shrug of his shoulders as he tapped the paper stack in his hands on the table, a shake of his head as he said, “I don’t Dan, really.”
“Bullshit Herbert! You’ve been ignoring me, you’ve been ignoring her! She talks to you, tries to engage and you pretend she isn’t there at all!” Herbert refuses to turn around as Dan continues on, “No meals, no conversation-”
A loud exasperated sigh cut him off before he said, “How long do you intend to ramble on Daniel?”
His jaw drops. “How can you be like this? I thought you grew past this shit, you’re acting like when you first moved in years ago, worse maybe-”
Dan came forward, his hand on Herbert’s shoulder to turn him, make him meet his gaze but Herbert jerked away from him, stepping quickly out of his grip as he barked out, “Don’t touch me!”
He pulled his hands back. This isn't right. He knew something was up but this was more serious than he thought. “Herbert, what's wrong? Talk to me, please, I’m…” He sighed, his hands running through his hair in a mixture of concern and exasperation, “I’m worried about-”
“Nothing is wrong, I have nothing to talk about with you and I want you to leave.” He sounded so cold, it drove the point home that this wasn’t going to happen, at least not tonight. Dan turned and said, “Fine.”
He left, the sound of his shoes on the concrete floor and the soft closing the door signalling his departure.
It somehow got worse from there. The few times he did need to address you, Herbert was rude, he snapped often, and was frankly being an asshole. He would complain loudly about you being in the living room all the time, that your leftovers took up space in the fridge, that you showered at the most inconvenient times. You got more and more upset and pulled away too, both you and Dan seeking more and more comfort in each other.
You and Dan talked and had zero clue why he was being like this. Dan had tried to initiate several more talks and different points and there were piles of excuses and no answers.
Everything physical between Herbert and Dan stopped completely and it was one the hardest parts of this. He hadn’t realised how much he would miss it, he hadn’t seriously analysed what they had shared but it had a much more profound effect that he had been aware of. It wasn’t just the sex, it was the rest, him actually opening up, allowing some sort of vulnerability, the time shared and conversations had. The more Dan thought about the more intense emotion under the surface of what he had always written off as a casual arrangement the more upset he got that it had been cut so short without an input by him. He wondered if Herbert felt the same or if this was all imagined by him.
Dan was becoming so frustrated by it all he was having difficulty looking at Herbert when he was around and the pair of you in growing so weary with this all clung closer to each other. Your feelings for Dan were so strong that you still wanted to try and make it work with just you both, something that had been tentative and on hold during this mess with Herbert and Dan feels the same. Trying to focus on what you both could have is better than moping about and trying to get Herbert to talk when that clearly wasn’t going to happen.
“Are you sure that is okay?” You asked sitting across from him at the dinner table and he shrugs, resigned, “I think so? I mean…I see him hurting but what can I do if he isn’t willing to talk or accept our help?”
He had a point.
So you press on.
It is nice. Going out on actual dates, cooking together, watching movies, being in his arms, it all feels nice but at the same time not quite right. Something is off, missing, different. There are times of great joy, where you and Dan are making bread and laughing about something or curled up sleepy on the couch or when he presses a kiss to your cheek where it feels almost okay, where it feels close to what you want and need. But it falls short.
You find yourself feeling almost wracked with guilt as you get closer to Dan because well you know you can never be completely his. The two of them go together in your mind and you suppose in your heart as well, even with the shabby treatment from Herbert you still care, you still think of how it was before his emotional shift.
One night Dan works late and you find yourself thinking much too much about how it used to be. When it was light and easy, the three of you all together, it just made sense, but nothing was making much sense lately, the one thing that brings any sense of comfort and normalcy, even if it isn’t full or all the way there is what you have with Dan. When he comes home, tired and weary, he assumes you are already long in bed.
You aren’t.
You are up and waiting for him. He came into the kitchen to see you leaning against the counter, he asked quietly, “You’re still up?”
“Yeah.” You said simply and he asked, “Couldn’t sleep?”
“No. I was thinking too much.” You admitted and pushed off the counter, coming over to him he asked, “Thinking about what?”
“Everything that has been happening lately, but mostly, about how much I want you.” Once you had stepped close enough you leaned up, your hands on the back of Dan’s neck, nudging him down to help meet you better as you kissed him.
This wasn’t your first kiss, not by a long shot. There had been many a date that ended with one, times over dinner you’d made and before leaving, ones of all kinds but this felt different from the jump. Hot and needy and desperate. You tried to pour all the emotion you could into it, the heat, the hurt, you felt like you required this the same way you did air, it felt important. You kissed him with such hunger, as if it would heal what was broken inside. He didn’t question, he kissed you deeply in return, it feels good, better than you have in a while.
The kissing doesn’t end there, from the kitchen you eventually stumbled your way to his room, barely pulling away from one another, clothes being stripped along the way and he and you fall into his bed and it all comes to ahead. You seek total comfort in one another. Wandering hands and hungry mouths and you urging him on soon enough, “Dan, Dan please, I need you-”
“I need you too-” He was already out of breath, panting at the same rate his fingers were rocking in and out of you. This was bound to happen eventually, Herbert had snapped at you this morning and at dinner time, book ending your day with his cruelty and Herbert had been less than nice to Dan at the hospital and it all just happened.
You finally under Dan, no clothing at all between you in the dim lighting from the street lamp outside, you’d seen him shirtless before since you lived together but seeing all of him like this was overwhelming. He took the briefest moment to take in the view of your body as well, the way his hands ran over your form made you squirm as he praised you, “So beautiful.”
“Please, I can’t take it anymore. Make me feel good.” You begged and finally it happened. After months of build up and more he is sliding inside of you and stealing your breath away. The stretch of him is more than you are expecting but you relish in the burn of it. You kissed him again, arms looped around his neck and he started to move and the moan that you let out into his mouth drove him forward. He thrusts harder with a sound of pleasure of his own and it starts this chain reaction of you feeding into each other.
It becomes faster, more frenzied, needier, it goes on and you are moving with him, pain had mostly given way to pleasure. You were panting, moaning his name, and he was moaning yours, “Touch yourself.”
The tone makes your hand slip between your bodies with no hesitation and you rub your straining clit and in a few short moments you are falling apart around him and as soon as your pleasure was sealed he pulled out, stroking himself to his end, he painted your stomach with the mess of him, leaving you both spent and heaving.
As he fell beside you the emotion and gravity of what you had done hit. You inhale sharply as the realisation that it shouldn’t have been like this washes over. You did this for the wrong reasons, you needed a distraction, you felt selfish but worse, doing this without Herbert felt awful, it was a mistake. You reach out to him and he hears you sniff and his arms are around you, your face buried in his neck and, his hand stroking up and down your back as he says, “I know, I know-”
He let out a heavy sigh. “It’s not the same.”
You both hated this. It should be easy, Herbert should be here, why was he being like this? It hurt so much and felt so awful without him being a part of this, it felt like you were doing something you shouldn’t. You can never fully be Dan’s and the guilt is eating you alive for not appreciating him fully and still wanting after someone who clearly didn’t want you and was treating you so awfully.
You and Dan fall asleep together that night after many shared tears, exhaustion finally claiming you sometime in the early hours of the morning and everything feels worse the next day. Even more strained and days and more days go by without you talking about it because it hurts too much. You think too much.
No matter what you do, you can’t separate them. Dan and Herbert are a package deal and you love them both but trying to have one without the other has proven excruciating and impossible.
You can’t take it.
Another very late night Dan comes home and he wants to talk to you, you’ve both been avoiding the night you shared together and you need to talk about it. He finds you in your bedroom with tears on your cheeks and a suitcase on your bed.
He doesn’t believe what he is seeing at first, in stunned silence he watches for a moment until finally getting up the nerve when he asks, “What are you doing?”
“Leaving.” You say seriously, your eyes don’t move from your task, you feel unable to look at him and he comes forward, “What? Why?”
“Because Dan I…” You sighed heavily, “Can’t do this anymore. It’s too much. It's too hard.” You say as you continue to take clothing from your dresser and put it into the open case on your bed.
“You’re going to leave because of this? We can work this out, we can talk about it! We-we can figure it out, I know we can.” He pleaded and you shake your head, “No I don’t think we can.”
“Do you think we rushed having sex? Because we can take a huge step back, there isn’t any reason we have to-” He reached out to you and you didn’t let him make contact, pulling your arm back before he could touch you. It reminds him of when Herbert jerked away from him and it hurts something deep in Dan’s chest.
“Dan no. I-I feel just, I feel terrible! I feel immense guilt over all this, I feel like it’s my fault!”
“Your fault?” He questioned, he wanted to come closer, he wanted to touch you, he was fighting every urge to touch you, comfort you physically.
“Yes Dan. My fault. Like if I didn’t try to get between you and Herbert he wouldn’t have turned so cold and this wouldn’t have happened. That Herbert wouldn’t hate me.” You were twisting the shirt in your hands back and forth, a nervous habit, you felt too keyed up, not sure what to do with yourself as you spilled your emotional guts and everything you’d been holding inside.
“More than that what we have Dan, I feel so bad because I can’t fully give myself to you! Even though Herbert has been a total asshole lately I still…I still-” You sniff and Dan asks, “You still?”
“I still love him.” You hang your head.
“You still love him? You love him?” He asked, hands on his hips, total disbelief by your admission.
“Don’t you?”
Shit. Dan ran his hand through his hair. “Yes.”
“I love you too Dan...” You say it so quietly he almost doesn’t hear. He looks up and you are finally looking at him.
“And after telling me that you expect me to be able to let you go?” He sounded so hurt, closer to tears himself and it tore you up but you stood firm.
“Yes Dan. I-I love you both. I want you both but if I can’t have that…”
Your voice trailed off before you say next, “If I go then maybe you and Herbert can go back to what you were before I got here and fucked everything up.”
“Fuck that. That is-” He shook his head, his hand ran over his face before saying, “-and there is nothing I can say to convince you to stay?”
“No Dan.” A slow and sad shake of your own head, “There isn’t.”
He thinks quickly, it can’t end like this, it can’t, he can’t lose you. “Will you do me one last favour? Will you let me talk to Herbert one last time if only to try and give you, give us, some closure on all this? On why he turned so cold?”
You can’t say no to those eyes, it is a nice thought, maybe it will help you move on so you say, “Okay. One last chance to figure out what is up with him.”
He wanted to kiss you for the chance you had given him but instead he said, “I’ll be back, thank you! I’ll get an answer outta him, you won’t regret this-”
And he was out the door. Still in his scrubs from the hospital he rushed right for the basement. He took the stairs two at a time and once he reached the door he pounded on it. “Herbert! I know you’re in there! Open up!”
He didn’t get an answer in two seconds and so he hit the door with both fists, “Herbert!”
He didn’t stop until the door swung open and he saw Herbert in front of him, brow creased in anger, “What Daniel? What is it?”
He pushed past him into the basement as he started going off, “You are asking me what? I should be asking YOU what!”
“I am sure I have no idea what you mean.” Herbert said with a scoff and crossed arms and Dan turned to point at him, “Bullshit! How can you stand here and lie to me?! Try to tell me you don’t know what is wrong and everything is okay?”
Herbert shrugged and said, “I don’t know, just like this? Nothing. Is. Wrong.”
“You are insufferable! I am not leaving till I get some fucking answers!” Dan spat with extra venom.
“What answers? I have no idea what you mean Daniel.” Herbert insisted and Dan shouted. “Enough! You have to be aware! You have to know that you have been acting differently! You’ve been pulling away from her, from me! You have been rude and awful and neither of us know why! Now stop denying it. Herbert. Please?”
Dan stepped closer, he looked exhausted as he asked, “Talk to me. Can’t you at least do me that small kindness?”
Herbert could see all the hurt in Dan’s eyes, how heavy and weighed down he was and he broke and said, “I-...I thought that maybe…”
He closed his eyes and said, “It was all going so well and I was terrified I was going to fuck it all up. I still feel just, I feel awful after what happened back then with-” A hard swallow as if it hurt to say this next. “Meg.”
He took a deep breath and pressed on, “I know so much of that was all my fault I saw how hurt you were, how you grieved and I thought that maybe if I stepped back, pushed you both away, you could be together. You and her could have something like you did with Meg and that would be better. For everyone, you could be happy and so could she.”
Dan was so confused. He asked, “But everything seemed fine, it was going so well, when did this change of heart happen?”
“The night before I stood you up. I stayed up and thought and thought and I came to the conclusion this is better.”
“Well it isn’t! How could you make this decision on your own? Why didn’t you talk to either of us about all this?” Dan started to pace as his voice raised again, “You don’t get to decide what makes US happy, Herbert!”
“Daniel please, this is for the best! I know you both will be much happier without me intruding.” He said firmly.
“You keep talking about this like you do about your work, like you are an expert but you are not when it comes to emotions and relationships! I am standing here, telling you that this isn’t what I want or what she wants, she is hurting Herbert!” Dan pleaded and Herbert shrugged.
“She’ll get over it and move on Dan. They always do.” He sounded so sad when he said it and Dan said something that threw all of this into question for poor Herbert.
“She’s not moving on Herb. She’s moving out.”
Herbert closed the distance between them, his hands on Dan’s shoulders, a slight shake as he asked, no, demanded to know- “Why?! What happened?! Why is she leaving?”
Dan put his hands on Herbert’s wrists, saying harshly as he looked down at him, “She didn’t want ME, Herbert. She wanted US, but what you did worked a little too well. You convinced her you hate her and she believed you.”
Herbert felt something akin to his mind breaking. He had been putting himself through hell thinking he had been doing the right thing, so much emotional distress and pain thinking he was doing the right thing but in the process he hurt Dan, he hurt you. He felt shameful and small, he felt stupid, he had been barely holding it together.
He heard you both upstairs at points, the times Dan tried to come into the basement to talk to him he ignored him, arms around himself, fighting the extreme urge to throw open the door and stop being like this.
He’d been killing himself in this basement, moving between barely working and researching at a frantic pace to distract himself from the awful thoughts of all the fun he thought you and Dan were having without him.
And all that, it was all wrong.
How could he have been so totally blind?
His mind was still racing when the idea hit Dan. He asked in a soft tone, his thumbs stroking the undersides of his wrists as he asked in the softest tone, “You still love her, don’t you?”
Herbert’s eyes shut and with his voice sounding wrecked and thick he says, “I am sorry Dan, fuck I am so, so sorry but even if I attempted to explain why I did what I did, she’ll…” He inhales shakily, “-she’ll never forgive me.”
“I’m not the one you should be apologising to.” Dan said softly and when Herbert opened his eyes and saw him looking over his shoulder he turned to look to find that you were there. You had heard everything.
For once. Herbert West who normally could never shut the fuck up, had nothing to say.
Luckily you had many words. You came forward and Dan slipped aside to let you make a beeline right for him as you began to speak, “Herbert West you are without a doubt the most annoying, loud mouthed, belligerent, stubborn, stuck up, know it all, smartest DUMBASS I have ever had the displeasure of getting to know on such a deep and personal level.”
He winced slightly, fists clenching as you verbally unloaded onto him, “You’ve been hiding away in this fucking basement and playing silent martyer and like you know best, for months, killing us and you in the process because you couldn’t have a single actual emotionally vulnerable conversation?”
He gave a small nod and a half hearted shrug and he asked, “I know I was absurdly selfish but do you think…Do you think perhaps you could ever forgive me?”
You closed the last bit of distance and your hands took his, your lips pressed to his what had to be the softest and gentlest kiss you have ever given anyone. When you pulled away his face was flushed his eyes were confused and you said with a smile, “I think I just might be able to.”
“Really?” He asked with a small smile of his own. “Yes, but you have a ton of time to make up for a lot of apologising to do first.”
“Anything you need.” He promised.
And that is how the three of you left the basement behind and found yourselves in Dan’s room. Yours was in shambles from packing and Herbert’s was a mess because most of his time was in the basement avoiding you both. Also Dan has the biggest bed.
Dan sat on the edge of his bed and you were pulled into his lap, his hands hook under your knees and hold you wide open, your skirt hikes up exposing your panties that had already dampened from the kissing and wandering hands that did not stop on the trip upstairs. Herbert kissed differently than Dan did. While there was significant heat to it when Dan kissed there was a more easy pace to it, a give and take with a lot of confidence in leading. When Herbert did it was hungry, it almost hurt from how needy it was, as if he was terrified that you would disappear from his touch, become impossibly out of reach and like he needed to make every single one count.
You might complain in normal circumstances about how forward this was but after how long you had been waiting for the pair of them, you counted it all towards foreplay and you had enough waiting. You were dying for that itch to be scratched.
Your legs were spread so wide, you feel the vulnerability permeating as Herbert drops to his knees before you. Before a single word of questioning could leave your mouth you feel his hands on your calves and his mouth on your inner thigh making any sentence you had die on your tongue. Your eyes lock with his, looking up at you as his alternated kissing your thighs, “I have something very particular in mind for this apology, if you will allow me-”
Herbert’s hands trailed up slowly until one of his hands was on your left inner thigh and his other hand was between your legs.
“Are you ready?” Dan asked low in your ear, a soothing squeeze of his hands under your knees and you gave a small nod, “So ready.”
“You heard her Herb.” Dan prompted and the gaze of the man on his knees didn’t leave yours as his fingers finally touched down. The underwear you had chosen was a light colour, the darkening stain of your arousal helping provide a perfect starting point on his road map to torment. One finger starting slow and dragging up slowly, even pressure and when it passed over your clit through the thin fabric it was obvious, the way your breathing hitched, thighs twitched and your brow knitted together made it all too clear. Perfect. The real work began then. That same finger dragged down and back up, tracing the length of your clothed slit, a small flick on the upstroke, providing just a touch of extra pressure that made you inhale harder than necessary and then, he kept doing that.
He kept such a slow and steady pace, it was tortuous, it almost made you think of a metronome. It had such a consistent rhythm. You could nearly set your watch to it. Tick equals flick and on and on and on it went. From your clothed hole to your hardening clit again and again.
At first it felt more like a tease than anything else but as it dragged on, the pleasure increased and took hold. More blood flowed to the area and you gained more and more sensitivity, the fabric got wetter and wetter, your eyelids grew heavy, your breathing became intense and deep as he touched so carefully and slowly.
His head is resting on your inner thigh, you can feel his hot breath fanning over your drenched panties as his fingers work, his mouth is so close, right near the edge of your panties, so close, but so far. You never thought you would have been so into this but as he continued on you felt you might be able to cum just from this. You were squirming in Dan’s lap around the ten minute mark but Dan continued to hold you firmly.
“Herbert-” You panted and he hummed, eyes flicking back up to yours. “Yes?”
“Sp-speed up? Please?” You ask and he shook his head as he tsk’s, “No can do.”
You were about to ask why when he changed tactics. His finger pressed and focused on your clit through your underwear, slow and concise circles were drawn on that most sensitive place and that made your legs tense in Dan’s hands. This sped up the process and you found yourself arching closer, or as much as the man holding you would allow. Your eyes closed, biting your bottom lip, back starting to arch, you felt the slow and delicious build increasing, the pleasure building and building, the climb up that hill was slow, near agonising.
He didn’t care that you were having such a hard time coping with the amount of sensation he was providing. After so many minutes finally, you felt so close, you were surely about to tip over, you panted out, “Fuck, fuck, M gonna-”
And his hand fell away. You cursed, “Shit! Herbert! What the fuck was that-”
He continues just as he had the first time, the slow and meticulous flicking up and down but this time with two fingers.
The process repeats. And as it does your panties become plastered to you with the sheer amount of wetness you leaked, your clit was throbbing, he teased and teased until you could barely take it and then focused on your clit until you were close and then, cruelly, stopped. You would whimper and whine and then the protesting would stop when he started again.
Around the third edge, wetness on your thighs, the begging started when you got close. You begged him not to stop, to please let you cum, you were going mad with the need by the fifth edge.
Around the sixth, your underwear felt more soaked than you ever thought possible, your thighs were trembling, one word on your lips, over and over, “Please.”
He refused to give in.
When you hit the tenth edge, almost like he planned to do one for every finger he had, you had no more words, you felt drained, mind empty, mouth open, tears on your cheeks and panting and Dan suggested, “Herbert, I think she’d had enough-”
Herbert hummed before agreeing, “I think you may be right Dan. Lift her a bit for me, will you?”
Dan complied and Herbert’s fingers hooked in the sides of your panties and he dragged them down and off, “Thank you.”
Dan lowered you back down as he said, “No problem.”
With a shocking amount of boldness, not caring for you and Dan watching, he brought them to his face and inhaled the scent of you deeply before discarding them aside. The image of all of that made you throb as your soaked cunt was now fully exposed to him. You swallowed thickly and asked softly, “Herbert?”
“Shh, shhh, it’s okay. Just wait, I’ll kiss it better.” You let out an involuntary moan and he leaned in. He started with a kiss that seemingly mirrored the one you gave him in the basement, soft and light, startlingly gentle right on your aching clitoris. The feeling it invoked, a light almost fluttering kind of pull that made you want to buck your hips closer to him to get more of what he had to offer.
You decided to trust him, against every better judgement considering all the edging he just did that he would in fact kiss it better. Another kiss and another before his tongue finally gave the softest and slowest lick over your whole slit. Your eyes rolled back with another moan as he settled in to really give it to you, even with his knees beginning to ache from kneeling so long.
His pace is slower than anything you have ever experienced. Long licks from hole to clit, slow flicks that take around fifteen seconds to complete, it is the most exquisite torture you think you have ever experienced. It is too much and also nowhere near enough as he does it.
He takes his sweet time as he licks, over and over, his lips close around your clit and he sucks softly and you moan long and low. He sucks and his thumbs trace the edges of your labia and you seem to see stars.
He presses on, his tongue giving more pressure when passing over that most sensitive part of you, again and again. His tongue dips in occasionally, tasting you at the very source and he moans against your soaked cunt and it makes you shiver. You are a moaning mess in less than five minutes but he doesn’t stop.
He goes further, his tongue traces every fold you have, up one lip to swirling around your clit and down the other before sucking deeply, tongue lapping over your hole with such a light pressure you gasp out his name and it makes Herbert throb in his slacks.
Soon you approached the edge of ecstasy yet again this time all thanks to his talented tongue. He loved this. Proving himself, bringing you to the precipice of ultimate satisfaction and holding you there for as long as possible before pulling away. He could have made you cum over and over already but he was holding off and loving every reaction he pulled from you.
As soon as the edge backed off his mouth latched on again. This time he sucked your clit into his mouth, lips closed around you, your clit pulled through his teeth, holding you firmly and allowing his tongue to flick repeatedly over it making you buck and struggle. It forced Dan to hold you tighter. Suck and flick, suck and flick, again and again and when the edge hits again you sob out a, “Please!”
He doesn’t acknowledge your cry. Another edge, brought on by just him fucking kissing your clit of all things, you full on cry. Whole body wracking sobs from the overwhelming frustration and Dan offers up, taking pity on you, “I think she’s had enough Herb-”
Herbert’s mouth lifts again and you sob harder as he shakes his head and says, "I do believe that it's traditional for someone to beg for forgiveness on their knees, Dan. I have a LOT to apologise for, and these things can’t be rushed.”
That makes you take a deep breath, you shake your head, more tears pour down your face, “I forgive you! Okay? I forgive you! Please, just fuck-”
“Oh but honey, I don’t forgive myself.” Herbert stated and as you looked down at him through your blurry tear stricken vision, seeing his mouth and chin slick with you, face flushed and hair messed up, you say, “Herbert. If you don’t make me cum soon-”
“Patience, this can’t be rushed.” Hebert insisted and Dan said, “Herbert. Fourteen edges is not rushing, by anyone's definition.”
“Alright, alright, maybe it is time to move on.” You thought he would get up, move onto another activity but he leaned in again and this time, it was different. The softness and slow meticulous nature was dropped. His hands were on your outer thighs, he had his mouth pressed as close as possible as he worked. He didn’t play around, he focused hard and built you up quickly. It took less than three minutes because of all the previous edging. Your thighs were shaking, your face was wet and you were an incoherent mess, something that sort of sounded like Herbert's name, panting out over and over as you made that climb. You were afraid it was another trick, that he would do it again, and would deny you.
You shook your head, sobbing openly and Dan watched with extreme interest as Herbert’s eyes were closed, sucking on your clit as you teetered on the edge. What finally pushed you over was Dan saying softly in your ear, “C’mon hon, do it.”
The hum Herbert let out showing you that he wanted that to make you cum with a cry so loud you were sure someone all the way in the basement could have heard it. The relief was immense and immediate, you were seriously impressed with how strong Dan was, managing to hold you open as you rode your high. You sounded incredible, you were too wrapped up in your orgasm to notice the subtle grinding of Dan on your ass but you did notice how hard he was. Herbert was losing his mind between your legs, feeling you so close, so intimately, you pulsing on his tongue, the taste of you permeating his senses. Only when Dan was speaking saying, “Ease up Herb.”
Did he pull away, his own breathing nearly matching yours as the aftershocks run through you.
Herbert is so fucking hard it hurts, his knees ached but he doesn’t care as he gets up onto the bed next to you. He observed as Dan touched you, one hand on your face, thumb rubbing over your cheek as you were still shaking, wiping some of your tears away as he cooed to you, “S’ alright, I’m right here-”
Herbert reached out, his hand met your neck, his thumb smoothed over your pulse and he turned your head to him, another bruising kiss that you immediately returned. You tasted yourself on his mouth and the taste only got stronger when his tongue parted your lips. It only took about oh less than two minutes for you to want more than just kissing. He let out a quiet moan into your mouth as your hands scrambled down to his belt, you were desperate to finally feel him. You could see the defined outline and you were sure the confines of his clothing were much too much and you wanted to help, you wanted to feel, wanted to make him feel even a quarter of what he just made you feel.
Belt open, zipper down, you pushed on his clothing as your lips moved against his and then his hands came to help, moving the clothing down and your hand reached out and finally touched him. Your hand closed around his shaft and it made you break the kiss with a shared gasp, him from the sensation of your soft hand and you from the shocking size and weight of it in your palm. You all shifted, Herbert kneeling back between your legs now. You looked down to see him so close to your leaking hole, a slow stroke of him, a twist of your wrist and it made him let out a soft moan, a rock of his hips into your hand. You swiped your thumb over the tip, spreading pre-cum as you set an easy pace.
His eyes met yours and he breathed, “Please? It’s-” His tongue darted out to wet his lips before saying softly, “-it’s been so long.”
God it has been hasn’t it?
It felt right. The energy between the three of you, the closeness, this is what you missed when you and Dan had that night on your own, you needed him. Hearing Herbert West beg is truly something special, something you thought you might never get to hear and as much as you wanted to hear it more you couldn’t take much more without having one of them inside of you.
Licking your own lips, cleaning up the evidence of your own arousal smeared there when Herbert kissed you, a small nod as you said, “I need it too.”
One of your hands on his waist, pulling him in closer as you continued to stroke him. You could hear the slight smile on Dan’s face as he asked, “Yeah you need him?”
A shaky nod as your legs move slightly, your heels knock his legs and pull him in closer still, the head of his cock brushing against your entrance makes him shudder, “Ahh-”
“Yeah. Need him so much.” You admitted and Herbert’s hands shoved his pants the rest of the way down, he needed as much skin on skin as he could get with you and you helped, your hands scrambling to undo his tie and dress shirt and Dan set to work getting your shirt off. There were far, far too many clothes on at this moment. Once most of the clothing was shed, the only thing left on was your skirt and Dan’s pants, he was reluctant to get you out of his lap, loving having your body to him and feeling you so close, it really kicked off. Herbert lined up just right and your hands were now on his shoulders and your eyes weren't sure where to settle, his eyes or watching him sink into your for the first time. They started low and when he began to breach you they looked up to him and you found he had been watching the beginning of him sliding inside.
As soon as the head of his cock slid in he couldn’t stop the sound that released, he honest-to-God whimpered, eyes closing, feeling the extremely slick and thigh heat of your cunt enveloping him for the first time. That whimper he let out made you clench around him and he had to fight every urge to plunge balls deep inside you. Your eyes fluttered closed too and your arms wrapped around his neck, a soft, “Oh God-” spilling out as he continued to slide in.
How big was he? It’s like it just kept going, you let out a small soft sound along with a- “I dunno If I can-” And that prompted Dan to cut you off to say, “If I can take him, so can you.”
The thought of Herbert and Dan tangled up had been a good one, it had fueled many an orgasm for you but hearing him admit to taking it so blatantly made you moan and clench again. Herbert couldn't hold back this time, hands on your hips he bucked and he made you take the next part so quickly you nearly yelped. “Shit-sorry, too much?”
He paused, a concerned squeeze of you hips and you gasp, a shake of your head, nails digging into his shoulders, your eyes still shut tight, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Herbert gave a short nod and continued, another firm push of his hips and you let out another low moan. Dan was looking over your shoulder as he said, “Oh good girl, you are doing so well, yes you can take it.”
When Herbert finally sunk all the way in he let out a shuddering breath and his eyes finally met yours again and the sheer vulnerability there strikes you somewhere deep in your chest.
This is just what he needed and he didn’t need to say it, all he had wanted and needed and yearned for was right here, you and Dan, sharing an intensely intimate moment.
“Oh see, there you go, you did it.” Dan praised, his voice sounded, warm, affectionate, with a sharper edge of the arousal he was surely feeling. You could still feel how hard he was under you after all.
You gave a small shake of Herbert’s shoulders and begged, “Please?”
It was like you woke him up and he started to move slowly, pulling out halfway before sinking back in again. You felt incredible, you were so soaked, hugged every contour and groove and vein of his dick in such a deliciously sinful fashion, a choked moan leaving him as he thrust in and out, an easy and slow rhythm forming. You moved with him as much as Dan would allow, his hands still holding you, spreading you wide, allowing Herbert to fuck you as he had craved for so long.
You felt better than he ever could have imagined, you clinging to him, moaning in his ear, Dan’s words of encouragement, the feeling of you was almost too much.
“Ah, doesn’t he feel so good?” Dan asked, mirth clear in his tone and you moaned, “So, so fucking good.”
The pleasure was sparking inside you and making your head begin to swim so quickly. The next few short minutes as you and Herbert rocked together were filled with total bliss, a lot of intimacy for you first time doing this, it satisfied something so deep inside of you and you weren’t even close yet.
You asked around a moan, “Ha-have you really taken him Dan? He so-fuck, so big-”
Dan laughed low, “Mmhmm, many times.”
God it was such a hot thought. You moaned again, another clench and Herbert picked up the pace, you moaned louder at the next spike of pleasure, back arching, your chest pressing to Herbert's in the process. It is all so much to handle, he feels dangerously close already, he is a wreck, out of breath and barely hanging on. It hurts, his nails biting into your hips, you are sure little crescents are left embedded in your flesh from how hard he is gripping.
“Shi- I, I won’t be able to last, ugh, s’ been too long, feels too, too good-” Herbert panted out he didn’t want to stop yet, so he offered up, “May-maybe we switch it up?”
Dan chimed in, teasing as he asked “Awe what you don’t think you can handle more than one round Herbie? I know you can. I’ve seen it.”
You piled on, “Yeah, c’mon, I-I wanna feel it, don’t stop, please?” You didn’t want it to end unless it was because of him cumming inside of you. His head tipped back with a groan and he gave a small nod, “Okay, okay, I want it too, so, so bad, thought about it so much-”
He slowed down. He kept himself pressed to you, closer still, a small change in the angle making it that when he ground forward the pressure to your clit made you cry out and the head of his dock dragged over your sweet spot perfectly. It was good, all of it, Dan kissing your neck, Herbert’s hands pulling you closer as he thrust in and out over and over. This was more than enough to work with, if he kept this up, you'd cum in no time flat.
“Her-Herbert yes, yes, just like that, God-” You gasped and he had to try and tune you out just a little bit so he didn’t ruin this, he needed this, needed to feel you cum on him, more than air, more than anything.
The build was quick now, all the teasing from before, that first orgasm you had on his tongue, all warm up, all of it served to make this even easier to accomplish and before you knew it you were shivering, on the very edge telling him, “Ahhn I’m, I’m-”
And there you were. Shaking and gasping, your cunt clenching around him as you came for the second time that night. He didn’t last, as soon as he felt that first pull of your walls, felt you cumming it did it. His rhythm was non-existent right now, so sloppy as he fucked you through your high and his but it didn’t matter, it all felt like fireworks.
He wasn’t sure when he stopped, but he had at some point and was buried in you as deep as he could be, cum leaking out of you around him. Both of you slick with sweat and heaving but this was far from over. You kissed him first and he returned it, pecks placed all over his face and neck and he felt so happy, so warm.
A rock of Dan’s hips below reminded you of his problem and your head came up, a turn to see him right there, and the look on his face, the desire, you felt your own lighting back up immediately as you kissed him.
It was time to change positions. Herbert pulled out slowly with something close to a whine and Dan let go of your legs, allowing you to get off him. He took off his own pants and underwear, threw them off in his haste and he scooted further up the bed. You are looking down at him as you remove your skirt at long last, he wasn’t as long as Herbert but he definitely didn’t have to be, he was so thick. You were sore the day after you and he had sex, you were plenty warmed up then but he just had so much girth it was a challenge to take him, a fun challenge and one you felt even more prepped for after Herbert had his turn.
You straddled Dan and slowly impaled yourself with him. Your inner thighs were sticky with sweat, your own slick and Herbert’s cum that had slowly started to leak out. There was a lot of his mess left inside and it acted as lube as Dan fit inside of you, slotted in perfectly. The second you began to slide him in Dan’s hands were on your waist, he had gotten so worked up from what you and Herbert had done in his lap, he wasn’t sure how he lasted this long, his head thrown back, “God yessss-”
He moaned loudly as you finally settled down, him fully buried inside of you. Herbert watched, still hard himself as you took him and when Dan met his friend/roommates/boyfriends? Eyes he saw how much he still needed and an idea struck. Before you could raise your hips, Dan’s hands slid up your body, he cradled your face and after an extremely meaningful look was thrown to Herbert, his own gaze met yours again and he asked, “Do you trust us?”
You let out a small laugh, your hands over Dan’s as you say, “More than I probably should.”
Dan kept lube in his nightstand. Herbert was behind you as you were still stuffed full of the man below you. The click of the bottle echos in the room, you feel cool and slippery fingers trace the rim of your asshole and you tense slightly. A soothing hand runs up and down your back, “Shhh, relax.”
Dan gave a small nod, “He knows what he’s doing, trust me.”
You decide to do just that. You let the man behind you begin to really take, fingers working you over so slowly. Running circles around the puckered skin before he feels you begin to slowly open, one finger breaching that makes you moan as it works in and out before you give the okay that you are good. Another finger joins the first, in and out, over and over, it makes you pant, your walls occasionally twitch around Dan as the fingers in back scissors in and out, twist and touch. You feel amazing, so hot, so pliable, he is so excited by the prospect of getting to have this, take both your holes in one night one right after another.
He took his time, applying the lube multiple times and taking great care before adding another finger. The pair of them praised you all the while, “Oh you are going to feel so good wrapped around me.”
“Take it so, so well.” Dan hummed, his hands resting on your hips, soothing circles rubbed into your skin.
You wondered how Dan was handling this so well. Being so deep in you but holding back the urge to fuck you stupid. Little did you know that he felt as if he owed it, some sort of penance for the fact he had you first and you both had sex without Herbert first.
“You know I never would have expected you to be so down and ready for this.”
Dan mused and you let out a half laugh, “Why’s that exactly? I have been warning the pair of you for months, you think I haven’t been anticipating this or getting ready for it?”
“Wait, getting ready, how?” Dan asked and you admitted, “Might have been exploring back there myself for a while.”
Another shared moan. The shared image of you a few fingers deep in your own ass, your other fingers playing with your clit was so hot. How perfect were you?
After what must have been half a bottle of lube and three of Herbert’s fingers able to slide in and out of you with ease and you a moaning mess, it was time. His hands spread open, “Hold her still Dan.”
Another hum as Dan’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you hear Herbert slicking himself up and then pressing against you. The urge to hold your breath was present but Dan told you, “It’s tempting I know but if you breathe through it, I promise it makes it way easier.”
You took his advice, a deep breath as his hips cant forward and at a nearly painfully slow pace he began to take you. Working his way in took a while. More lube and a good bit of cursing from all three of you. Feeling him sliding in was almost more than you felt you could bear after everything you had been through so far tonight. Soon enough the head of his dick popped past the tight ring of muscle and he paused, a collective sigh of relief was breathed by all of you. His hand runs down your back again, a kiss placed on the back of your neck, “Doing okay so far?”
“Mmhm.” You nodded once, Dan said, “Of course, she can handle a lot, can’t you?”
“Ye-ahhh, I can.” You agreed with a soft moan, another slow move, you took more of him and Dan encouraged, “Push back on him when you feel comfortable.”
“Yeah?” You asked and he nodded, you trusted him again, and together, moving with Herbert, rocking your hips back as he moved his forward you found the best way to take him was bit by bit until he was as deep as you could reasonably handle and you were stuffed with the pair of them.
You were struggling to keep breathing normally, eyes unable to focus, a few fingers is nothing in comparison to this, feeling so totally full.
How were you going to handle them actually moving? It was almost as if Dan could sense your nerves and he reassured you, “Do-don’t worry, I’m not gonna move-”
You could hardly believe that, “What?”
“Not yet anyway, let him get started till you’re used to it.” He sounded pretty tense right now and you don’t blame him, he had barely gotten any stimulation at all. Just having to sit in your warm and soaked pussy while Herbert had been doing all the playing around, to be fair, he did have a long time of no attention paid to him at all.
“You’ve got the patience of a saint.” You told him, a soft kiss to his lips, more laid down over his jaw, “I dunno how you do it, seriously, you are just-”
“Amazing?” Herbert finished, sounding blissfully out of breath as he began to move again, slowly starting to fuck you and you nodded with a sigh, “Amazing. Good word choice.”
“How’s she feel?” Dan was sounding equally breathless still and Herbert let out a low groan, “Not to, ugh, not to overuse it so it loses all me-meaning-” his head fell forward, a small shake with a broken laugh as he managed to get out the word along with a grind of him inside of you, “-ahhh-mazing.”
“Anh-nd how arrrre you hold-ing up Daaan?” You barely managed to get it out in between the moans and gasps, sliding back against Herbert, and as he started to respond something happened that cut his sentence off short. Herbert had still been laying the occasional kiss or lick on your neck as he thrusted leasurierly in your ass, instead he bit the side of your neck, hard. It made you clench and caused Dan to cry out.
“FUCK! Herbert, what did you do to her?” Dan panted out and Herbert looked over your shoulder, hips stalling, smug as hell with a raised brow as he said, “I bit her Daniel.”
His grin widened as he asked in a much too innocent a tone for someone who was currently buried in your ass, “Would you like me to do it again?”
Before Dan could open his mouth, your was falling open, panting out, begging, fucking pleading, “Again, please, please, fuck, Herbie, I-I need it, bite me again-”
You moved your head back and to the side, exposing more of your throat and Herbert was frankly shocked by your reaction. You sounded somehow more needy than you had all night, and again counting up all those edges that was impressive.
He moved his hips, another thrust in and out, “Yes? You need it again?”
You whined, long, stretching out his name and Dan said, “Herbert, you heard her, stop being such a-”
And that is the moment he chose to bite your neck.
Another pleasured almost yelp from Dan and a sob from you and another smug grin from Herbert. He bit you again and again and then Dan couldn’t wait anymore.
“I am so, so sorry honey but fuck I have to-” His hands on your hips and he pulled out halfway before thrusting into again and you swear your mind went blank.
They both had to work to find a good pace and rhythm. One would be pulling out and the other sliding in. Herbert biting your neck on occasion, pangs of pleasure that seemed to make pure heat pour from your chest and straight into your clit that was being ground relentlessly against Dan’s pelvis. He was trying not to rush but he had been waiting so long, he was so turned on, fucking you, stretching you wide all while using the mess of you and Herbert’s cum for lube.
It was hot. It felt incredible, that cannot be understated but somewhere in this tangle of limbs and your writhing bodies, broken moans and fragmented pieces of dirty talk that barely make sense because of the amount of feeling that is taking place, something more, something deeper takes hold. The emotion of it all hits. The fact that it had been months, that you almost didn’t have this, you almost left them, you nearly missed out on this, it all hit. So many good times and bad, all of it leading to here and to now, to the three of you, having your first big sexual experience, together.
Oh God, you were together.
You hadn’t even noticed you were close, you cried as you came, a mix of their names pouring out of you as your walls clenched rhythmically around the pair. You think you can register them both saying your name, it is hard to tell. Your body feels weak, overstimulation is starting to set it, you burn, you are so fucking tired. You feel pulled along, hardly hanging on by a fucking thread but you also, love it.
You have never felt so full, so pushed to your absolute limits and you adored this experience. It is so all consuming in the best way. It hurt, it felt good, you were over it, you wanted it to end and never, ever stop, you had no idea what you really wanted but luckily it wasn’t up to you, it was up to them.
Nearly as if on cue you feel the stuttering of Dan’s hips, his face buried in your neck, a groan of your name and you overflow with him, you are panting incoherently. Your cheeks feel raw from all the crying as he cums, pumping his own load into your already over stuffed cunt along with the load Herbert had already dumped in you earlier. Dan is holding deep in you and you are barely over his orgasm, just as he is still working through the end of it you feel Herbert give one last hard thrust of his own, one that makes you share the curse that leaves his mouth and just when you thought you couldn’t get more full, the feeling of warmth spreading in your other hole takes over nearly everything else you currently have going on.
You lay there the three of you for you have no idea how long before everyone starts to slowly untangle. You are very out of it. The feeling of them pulling out, first Herbert then Dan, hurts, you wince and there are kisses and words of apology kissed into your tender flesh. “So sorry darling. We got rather carried away.”
“You handled it so, so perfectly.” Dan praising you always did something to you, made your heart feel inexplicably warm. As soon as they pulled out you were leaking massively. Dan’s sheets were definitely going to need a change, the mix of sweat and lube and cum would not be comfortable to sleep in.
Oooh sleep, you could hardly wait to sleep.
They cleared space, made room and laid you down between them after a towel and a wet washcloth was gotten from the bathroom, as well as a glass of water they insisted you drank. Herbert was wiping your face carefully as Dan was dealing with the mess that was currently pooling below your waist.
You felt sore, so spent, and also, warmer, happier and better than you had in weeks. You reached out to them, grabby hands signalling you wanted them closer. They obliged, “We are going to have to clean up and change the sheets-”
You shh’d Dan, “I know, I know, just, stay here with me for a minute.”
They didn't fight it. They were just happy to have you here. And after that cuddle, once you were all clean and the sheets changed, there was one last thing that you heard in the dark before sleep claimed you, squished between them both. Herbert admitted softly, “You look so pretty when you cry. You know that?”
"Summer Lovin'." Sam Wescott X AFAB! Reader. A Commission.
Well hey, hey, hey! Lookie here a lovely Sam Wescott commission for the amazing @darkestamralime, I love Bug so fucking much and loved doing this for them! I went really in on it and did some editing to make it readable for everyone, don’t worry Bug has the OG version with her name in it! She wanted a 2.5-ish comm, I went above and beyond naturally, and I hope you all enjoy it!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4K. Sam Wescott X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Long Time Friends. Pining. Sam Is A Little Clueless. Deeper Feelings. Grief. Serious Emotions. Making Out. Teasing. Banter. Fingering. Oral Sex. Vaginal Sex. Cream Pie. Raw Sex. Breeding Kink. Sappy Emotional Stuff. Dirty Talk About You Getting Pregnant.
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Going to camp every summer had a profound and positive effect on you. It gave you so many loves, for the great outdoors, camp fires, archery and hiking and canoeing. You’d been attending camp almost as long as you could remember honestly. You made wonderful friends throughout the years, some who you would only see at camp year after year, some staying as long as you, others eventually falling off and you losing touch but some of them you were pen pals with.
One such friend was made when you switched camps, your old haunt sadly closed after many beloved years and you weren’t about to give up your summer habit so you were placed in a new camp that fateful summer by your parents.
Camp Clear Vista is honestly, a really fucking good camp.
Tons of activities, great staff, lots of other people to hang around with, the family who owned the camp were attentive and good at what they did but you were most taken with their son, Sam Wescott. You met that first year at their camp and you took notice of him pretty early on. He had a cute smile and even back then was a hard worker, more so than he should have been. You overheard his mom telling him one afternoon that while she appreciated the offer he should go for the afternoon swim at the lake with everyone else.
He told her with a sad sigh, “Okayyy-”
A tone you’d come to know all too well as you got to know him better. His brow creased with worry, hands in his cargo shorts pockets, you watched as his mom ruffled his hair and said, “Really kiddo, take it easy, there is always time to help out lots more at camp when you grow up, just enjoy being a camper for now.”
He nodded, a serious expression painting his features and after his mom walked off you made your way over. “Heya, Sam, right?”
He perked up, looking over to you, a small smile, “Yeah, Sam! That’s me, sorry I don’t think I know you? Yet anyway.”
“I wasn’t tryna be a creep but I heard all that. You okay?” You asked and he almost seemed embarrassed you overheard, “Uh yeah! M’ fine. I just know my folks and the staff have a lot of work around here, I feel like I should help out.”
You nodded, understanding just where he was coming from. “Yeah makes sense, but it’s like your mom said, there is time for all that later too. The work isn’t going anywhere, you should have fun like everyone else.”
“Suppose so.” He admitted shyly with a shrug, hands still in his pockets as his smile brightened, “Thanks.”
He sounded so sincere it was nice.
“Don’t mention it. You wanna come for a swim at the lake with me and everyone else?” You asked with a thumb over your shoulder and he took you up on it. That is where your friendship started on a hot summer afternoon at group swim.
You would pair up with Sam when you could and your activities overlapped. You would sit together at meals semi-regularly that first year. When camp was winding down you had made mention earlier about some pen pals you had from previous years at camp and Sam asked if you wanted to stay in touch. You agreed with a wide smile and produced a ripped sheet of lined notebook paper with your address on it. “First letter is on you Sammy.”
You got that first one within two weeks. Letters became a regular thing and so did your and Sam’s friendship growing every year you camp back to Camp Clear Vista. As years wore on and you and Sam both got older he insisted on stepping up more to help which cut into your hang time that had been steadily increasing year by year and well that wouldn’t do.
You made the suggestion about getting more involved. You loved camp, you were older, wanted to start working towards giving back and if you helped Sam then that means any of his responsibilities would be done sooner. In addition to getting to spend personal time helping out once that was wrapped up you could indulge in whatever camp fun you wished. It was a great set-up really.
Your training went swimmingly, Sam’s parents loved you, appreciated how hard you worked, how much you cared and the sheer amount of years at camp you’ve had under your belt.
You became that person people talked about, girls excitedly on the bus with new friends who were first attending or to younger campers talking about you! The great, amazing, cool, older counsellor! Fun loving, great in crisis, fantastic at taking care of all the kids, talented and more. Your late teen years were spent helping oversee as Sam was moving right up along with you.
Both of you flourished in your new roles, would talk excitedly in the evenings around the fire about what you all got up to that day with your respective kids, who was in your bunk, the funny things that would happen. It was great. You got even closer still. Life at camp made sense, seemed almost too perfect, you wanted these summers at camp with Sam to last forever but those three months of June, July, August would fly by much too quickly for anyone’s liking.
When Sam’s parents passed it was a terrible shock, an awful accident, one no one could have foresaw.
When you heard the news you reached out. Pen pals no more, no you and Sam talked on the phone. You told him you could and would be there for him and so there were many nights where you would sit up on the phone those winter months and talk with Sam as he processed.
You only missed one summer without the camp being open and it was hellish. You missed it, missed being outdoors, missed Sam. On the phone one night you asked how he felt about it and he hated it. Felt sick over it, he missed it all too.
You made the suggestion gently, softly, cradling the phone with your shoulder, sitting on your bed near midnight, “Why don’t you run the camp?”
So next late spring you and Sam were fixing up camp with a few other people, readying it for that year's batch of campers, the first year the camp was fully in Sam’s name. The camp looked great, it was cathartic being back there. When you saw Sam you and he dropped your bags and ran, a big hug that lasted so long and as soon as you broke apart there was excitement talking about all there was to do and how good it was to be back and to see each other in person.
Sam looked great and he told you the same. You were both past your teens, well into your twenties, had known each other over ten years at this point, so much history, so much emotion and neither of you campers or counsellors in training. Now Sam owns the place and you are one of the full fledged lead counsellors. When Sam took your idea to heart about reopening camp you were the first person he asked to join up.
“You’ve been there, been there for the camp's golden years, you know how it should be, you get it, you know?” He sighed almost dreamly into the phone and you could picture the expression on his face perfectly. “You can help me make it like it used to be and better! Give these kids the kind of amazing summers we had.”
You were convinced three sentences ago but you loved listening to him gush so you let him go on about how perfect a fit he thought you’d be.
It was two weeks after camp had been reopened that you and Sam took a moment for yourselves. You were sitting on that hill that Sam has always loved. The one he would sit on that could oversee the whole camp and gave a gorgeous look up at the stars. You and he were sitting there, sharing a drink when he first felt it.
Looking over to you, looking up at the sky, cradling the can in your lap when he felt the beginning of deeper feelings hit all at once.
How…
How had he never noticed this before, how had he never noticed you like this before? He had eyes, he was stupid but not that fucking stupid, he knew you were attactive and that you both got on like a house on fire. But it was almost like it was too obvious, you know? Like when you are searching for your phone but it turns out to be in your hand the whole time, almost offensively obvious once you notice it, the kind of thing to make you scratch your head and wonder how you could have been so oblivious.
You cared. Really and truly and seeing how you were this week, with the kids, it made his heart melt. You taught them all archery and leading hikes and all the rest, you were amazing with them and they loved you.
And Sam thought at that moment, that he just might love you too. More than he thought previously, maybe more than as a friend.
“Hey?” He asked and your eyes were pulled from the sky to him, “Yeah Sammy?”
“I…I just wanna thank you for pushing me to do this. I know we are barely into the summer but this is just-it’s amazing. It’s just what I needed. I think my mom and dad would be really happy to know we reopened it and would be proud so just, thank you so much for coming back to hel-”
You cut him off, a hand on his knee as you said, “Sam of course! What was I gonna do? Let you do all the hard work AND have all the fun yourself? No chance.”
Just as always you made Sam laugh and wipe at his eyes, breaking the tension with impeccable timing just before he got a little too mushy and in his feelings. He did however say, “You’ve been doing so good by the way, seeing you with the kids, you’ve been doing amazing, the kids all love you! I hear em talkin’ about you all the time. An’ I am so fucking glad I can help you anyway you need but you’ve really found out how to make it all work.”
You were so touched. Your body had changed as you got older, some stuff was harder for you physically than for a lot of people your age, it could be tiring but it was your body and you managed. Still him noticing, appreciating and not being weird or condescending about it, just the sweet regular Sam you knew so well, it was wonderful. You didn’t know you needed to hear it.
Sam was so busy with all this new responsibility, you both were to be fair, but the lack of personal time just you and him would not do. So one afternoon when you had nothing going on he made a concerted effort to seek you out for some friend time.
He found you hanging out with none other than Steve The Kayak King himself when he asked if you wanted to hang out because he was free and you said, “Well sure, would love to Wescott but whatever shall we do?”
The tone made Steve laugh and Sam said, “Not sure, what do you wanna do?”
“I think I got a good idea.” Steve said holding up an ore and so it was decided.
A two person canoe ride with just the pair of you. It brings you back to the first time you did this when you were just teenagers and it feels good.
It is quiet as you both paddle out, decently down the river, enjoying the peace of nature when Sam pipes up with, “Did you hear that Buddy is making your old favourite for lunch? He insisted and I think he’s right that it will be a big hit with the kids-”
You laughed and you dipped your ore deeper into the water before pulling it out and splashing Sam who protested, one hand up with an all too playful sounding, “Hey! The fuck is that for?”
“For you talking about work STILL during our first legit solo camp activity of the summer! Knock it off and fuckin’ relax! Doctors orders, wait not just doctors orders, Steve The Kayak King’s orders!”
You said it in that half joking half serious way that made Sam grin but he scoffed too, looking over his shoulder to you with a squint, “Invoking the Kayak King clause? Low blow, real low.”
He turned to face you in the canoe to find you resting your ore across your knees with a big cocky smile thrown to him before a hand goes to your chest and you ask in mock innocence, “Me? Why Sammy my boy I only ever have the best of intentions.”
“Mmm I’m so sure.” He hummed. This was, great, better than great, just what he needed.
As the paddling progressed, more conversation and jokes and banter flowed like water down the river you were riding on, it was too much to bear. All the feelings that had been growing, fuck, how long had he been in love with you without ever realizing it? Too long apparently because now that he was aware of it he couldn’t turn it off, couldn’t stop thinking about it and not of course, wanting to act on it, desperately.
So instead of overthinking or taking too long or anything else that is instinctual to Sam, he does what he knows you would tell him to do which is to just go for it. So when you had stopped for a break and you were talking excitedly about something and the sun caught your hair like that, bangs all swept in the wind and wrapped in pink and white he made his move.
He closed the gap and he kissed you and the only thought that was in your mind was, “Fuck yes.”
Your hands met his shoulders and you kissed him back, his lips were so fucking soft and you leaned closer into him. You had heard that Sam was a damn good kisser, that Sam was damn good at a lot of things, but hearing and feeling are two totally different things.
You were the one to break away first, just to laugh and he asked with that warm as fuck smile, “What? Is my kissing that bad?”
“No, no! Just-fuck Wescott, what took you so long?” You asked and he laughed too, “I don’t know, feel like a major fucking idiot right now though.”
“S’okay, I’ll forgive you this time, so long as you make it up to me.” You teased and he asked, “And how can I start?”
“Riiiiight about-” Your hand fists in his collar and you tug him to you, much closer, your lips brush against his before saying that last word, -”here.”
He didn’t respond with words, he just kissed you again. He could do this more than that he wanted this, felt like he needed it.
It had started easy, fun and playful just like the relationship you had both had thus far but soon it shifted. You appreciate him stepping up and at long last making a move, finally waking up to how you both knew that he felt, that you felt, all that teasing, that flirting, those jokes and you getting him all flustered on and off coming to a head, you escalate. You nip at his bottom lip and that makes him kiss you deeper, more hungrily and one of your hands slides up into his hair and his hands go to your hips and on it goes. Passionate making out in this little canoe was quickly becoming stifling, you needed more room to touch, to feel him.
So you make another helpful suggestion, a question really, “You opposed to fucking in the woods?”
He laughed, head tipping back, indulging in it for a moment before his head came back down and his nose brushed yours and he said, “I lost my virginity in these woods, remember?”
“That’s right with fuckin’ Toni Middleson!” You both shared another breathless laugh before you asked, “What ever even happened to her?” You asked as you pulled away to grab your ore and row to the riverbank.
“Don’t you remember? Her family moved states, never saw her after that summer.” Sam said and you hummed at remembering that yes that did sound right.
Soon as you were at the riverbank and Sam was helping you out of the boat, any talk of Toni was forgotten in favour of more physical closeness. It wasn’t like there was a rush but you did have more responsibilities to attend to back at camp, you were a solid forty minutes out from camp and after fucking it out you’d still have to make the return trip. Not to mention the fact that this was over a decade in the making, there was a lot of lost time to make up for.
There was no question in Sam’s mind of who would be on top, he had snatched a blanket from the canoe and had laid it down for you, ever caring, always concerned. He was on top of you, kissing down your throat, his leg between yours, allowing you something to press and grind against as he asked, “You comfortable?”
Between the soft grass you found and the blanket, his hand sliding up your shirt and his amazingly sinful mouth, yes you were very fucking comfortable. You hummed and nodded, your hands on his shoulders, tugging on his shirt and he said, “Good.”
You moved him, tugged on his hair, bringing his mouth to yours, kissing him deeply and he groaned into it. You feel how hard he is against you, unable to stop the slight movement of his hips to gain some brief stimulation and you were getting pretty damn excited himself. You arched just a little into Sam’s touch, an encouraging moan into his mouth as he palmed one of your tits and he pulled back, “Fuck, this body of yours, so good-”
“Yeah it’s served me alright so far.” You teased, your hands sliding down his sides before hooking in his belt loops, you made him grind onto you and loved how his breath caught.
“Cah-can’t take a single damn thing seriously can you?” He asked and you rocked against his thigh as you said, “Where’s the fun in that?”
You did however take this seriously, took what was currently going on seriously, you cared about him, so much.
You didn’t have the time or the words to communicate that because Sam was kissing you again, paying reverence to your body with wandering hands and sweet words before he had gotten your shorts off. He soon enough was between your thighs showing you that yes another one of those old camp rumours was quite legit. Sam Wescott was unfairly good at eating out. He took his time but didn’t need to, he seemingly read you perfectly, knew just what you needed, what made you arch and gasp, what made you call out his name into the trees surrounding you and what made your thighs tense around his head. He went about it in a wholly messy and wonderfully indulgent fashion, licking up every drop of you that he could, licks of his tongue, open mouthed kisses, sucking and slipping two fingers inside, moaning against your soaked slit about how drenched you were.
He didn’t give up or stop until you had cum an impressive five minutes into his efforts and pushed him away with a shaking hand. “Fuck me Wescott-” You panted in disblief of how fast and how good that was.
“I mean if you insist.” He said softly and you laughed and helped him get his shirt off.
You had seen a lot of him over the years, knew he had a good body but one particular part had always missed your line of sight, now however as he was taking down his pants and underwear, you got a clear eyeful. He was fucking goregous, long, thick, looked painfully hard and to be leaking pre-cum already, you wanted to wrap your legs around his hips and fill yourself with him so badly. He was taking in the view of you and with a shake of his head he confessed, “You’re so fucking pretty.”
You reached out to him with both hands, “C’mon Sam, I’ve waited long enough, haven’t I?”
“We both have.” He confirmed before his mouth was on yours, his body covering you once more. He nudged against you before pulling back and saying, “Shit, wait, I don’t have a condom-”
“S’okay, just pull out. I trust you.” You reassured him and you’d gotten this far, no way you could stop now.
He lined up and so soon you were treated to the feeling of him slipping inside you for the first time. Felt like the wind was knocked out of you but not in a bad way, a shared sharp inhale that made your make out pause, he breathed, “Oh fuck-”
“Yes.” You sighed, one arm looping around his neck, loving how close he was to you, how deep he was seated inside you. He started to move, fuck at an easy pace and you encouraged him readily with a low moan, “Yeah, Sam, mmf, that’s good-”
“Like that?” He asked, voice a little raw with the sensation, a purposeful grind against you, extra attention paid to give you some beautiful pressure on your clit that had you saying, “Yea-yeah! Like that!”
He was hitting it so well and he clearly loving it just as much as you were, “Shit, you-you are so fucking wet, feel so ahhn, incredible-” He sighed out that last word and it made you clench around him tightly.
Neither of you were going to last long but after so much lead up, how could you? He asked, “I-I’m not gonna last, fuck, sorry, are you-?” He couldn’t get the question out, you were gasping out, “Mmmhm! M’ close, please, Sammy, don’t stop.”
God he wanted it. Wanted to feel you cum on him but he knew if he did last long enough for that, to ensure your end, he would cum when you did, no way could he hold back, he slowly just a hair to prolong it, tried to fight back his orgasm.
“No! Sam, please, please, I-I don’t want you to pull out now.” You begged and that made him throb inside you, nearly imperceptible but you feel him flex against your walls and you bite your bottom lip in response, dragged ever closer to the edge. He was looking down at you, “No? You want me to cum inside?”
“Yes.” You admitted. “Cum in you raw? You know how-God, how dangerous that is?” He panted and you again said, “Yes!”
He continued, pace picking up once more as he asked, “Wha-what if it takes? What if I get you pregn-” He didn’t need to finish that thought you cried out, “I want it, fuck, it’s you! Course I want it, Sam please! Don’t stoppp-”
He wouldn’t dare, wouldn’t dream of it and then with another deep thrust ending in a grind you cum, you fall over the edge, bliss overtaking, his name on your lips and midway through you hear him groan, holding all the way inside and more over you feel him cum. He makes sure to hold tight, gives you every drop, his body trembling just a little as he does so, mirroring the way yours does too.
The come down is slow, sweaty and messy, more kisses as he refuses to leave yet, staying deep inside, he kisses over your cheek and your hairline and sighs out, “You’re gonna be the best mom.”
Fuck you really have always loved him, haven’t you?
"Soaking Wet." Human! Freddy Krueger X Trans Masc! Reader.
Another day another commission done! This is for the fucking wonderful and amazing @pyr0sadist, Leo is fucking rad as hell, I appericate them commissioning me so much, this was great to write out with a stellar prompt honestly! I hope you all love reading it as much as I loved writing it! Lets get into it!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.1K. Freddy Krueger X Trans Masc! Reader. He/Him Pronouns. Warnings: Mentions Of Murder. Gore. Chase. Fear Play. Predator/Prey. Chase. Knife Play. Blood Play. Dirty Talk. Praise. Anal Fingering. Blow Job. Oral Sex. Rough Sex. Vaginal And Anal Sex. Rimming. Denial. Multiple Orgasms. Forced Orgasms.
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You missed him. You wanted to see him tonight, called him up sometime after lunch, excited with the prospect of seeing him, but he told you in that deliciously gruff tone that he was busy and he couldn’t tonight. Hearing that made your smile fall from your face and your fingers twist around the coiled phone cord, disappointment taking hold that you wouldn’t be able to do what you were hoping that night.
“What are you gonna be doing?” You inquired and he told you, “Working late.”
Ugh damn it. The call was cut short after that, the phone hung up and you tried to distract yourself but the feeling, the itch still sat heavy on your mind of wanting to pay him a visit. It was probably a bad idea. But you still had the urge. You figured if you brought him something and sweet talked him he would be happy to see you. He worked hard, the first thing you thought of was food, grabbing one of his favourites on your way.
It started raining on the drive.
You didn’t bring an umbrella but you did have on a jacket that you had slipped over your shoulders on your way out the door, it wasn’t explicitly waterproof but if you held it over your head it might help keep you a little dry on your way inside. You rolled to where you knew he would be, you weren’t sure why he continued to work here. The power plant wasn’t even running anymore, but he would spend a lot of time doing work in the boiler room here. You didn’t know why, not really but you didn’t question it much either because one, it didn’t feel like it was your business and two, you were usually busy with things other than talking when together.
You took a deep breath as you turned off your car, ready to face the cold rain and hopefully find him with relative ease. You snatched up the bagged box of food off your passenger seat, you opened the door and slammed it behind you. The hand that wasn’t holding the bag reached back, tugged the collar of your jacket up over your head, holding it there to keep some of the worst of the rain off you.
Quick strides carried you forward and into the building ahead, determined. The building is nearly falling apart. You didn’t know it was in such awful condition, it was concerning to say the very least but you were not shaken. You let your jacket slip back into it’s normal position now that you were inside. You figured that the boiler room would be the lowest part right? So you started heading down, rusted metal stairs that made you a tad nervous to climb down.
You reached the bottom of the stairs and began to hear sounds, something told you that you were on the right track with that so you pressed forward. As the sounds got louder you knew you were sure you’d found him, you sped up and you crossed into the doorways threshold and what you saw made you retreat immediately.
You partially hid, fingers gripping the door frame as you peered into the room. You see him. His back is turned to you, his silhouette is clear and defined because of the blazing fire he is in front of. You notice a few other things. Blood. So much blood. Thick and sticky coating a good portion of the floor and what you think used to be a person, a dead human body on the ground and not whole. No it was in pieces and you watched, terrified, unable to look away as he bent at the waist and picked up an arm, he stood back up and threw it into the flames and didn’t even flinch.
The brutality on display, it was shocking, stomach turning, especially because it was him. You never would have expected. You watch as he picks up a leg cut off at the knee and tosses it in and you can’t stop the sound that escaped you. It made him stop and stand up straight and your heart was pounding, your mind oddly clear as you watched him, hoping he would continue his terrifying task and not notice you.
No such luck.
He turned and spotted you and when your eyes met his you gasped and after a minute, seeing his expression shift, anger and something else harsh and worse twisting his features, an expression previously unseen on his face by you and you bolt.
This was the worst thing that could have happened tonight. He moved, one hand snatching up his jacket, swinging it around his shoulders and slipping it on quickly, his feet already moving, picking up his glove and setting after you. This was terrible, the last thing he wanted to happen tonight but he couldn’t undo it, he had to deal with it but there was one bright spot, he had the upper hand. This was his territory, he knew the layout perfectly and you definitely did not.
This place is a wreck, a confusing mess of cracked concrete and rusted metal, twisting hallways, broken stairs and catwalks, billowing steam making navigating even harder still. You had no way of knowing where to go and it was terrifying. Hearing him call after you made you run faster, legs and arms pump harder as he pursued.
That laugh you normally loved to pull from him, adored the way he would smile, the small shake of his head, sounded different now. It sounded rough and wrong and fucking scary. He called and taunted, “You can’t get away! I’ll getcha-”
You believed him.
“Can’t run forever!” He was right again, you can’t, you were already getting tired.
You think you recognized where you were, you think these are the stairs you came down earlier to get here, you take the stairs and midway up you hear and feel him. You feel his boots thundering up the stairs and you feel the vibrations of the force of the chase he gave through the grated metal. As soon as you reach the top you knew you had been right, this was the right direction, you see the expanse of what used to be the main work floor of the plant, similar to a warehouse. The floor was wet, holes in the roof letting the rain spill in and down creating the massive puddles you were now running by and through trying not to skid and slip in the process. If you fall he would get you and who knows what he would do.
Your mind flashed back to that expression upon you discovering him and you shook your head to will it away and that thought, it was too much, it did distract you and you slipped. Sneaks caught the edge of a puddle wrong and your feet slipped out from under you and you felt it, firm hand on your wrist and he pulled, you fell and fell hard.
Your shoulder took the brunt of the hit and it hurt, partially knocked the breath out of you. A pained groan of discomfort left you as you had fallen right into a puddle, the cold water began to soak into your clothing but you couldn’t focus on that because he was on you.
He stood over you, body almost straddling you and then he was leaning down onto one knee, clearly not caring that he was getting wet, water drizzling down from the hole in the roof above onto you and him. You held your shoulder, looking up at him, trying to get your breath back and he leaned down closer, “I told you I’d get you.”
You couldn’t think of anything to say, you didn’t have anything to say, you nodded once. “I told you I was fuckin’ busy tonight, that I was working.” His hand closed around your throat and you gasped.
“Now tell me. What exactly are you doing here? Why didn’t you listen to me?” His grip tightened by a hair and your eyes squeezed tighter, vision blurring as you choked out, “I-I just wanted to see you-I’m, fuck, I’m sorry-”
“I dunno if I can forgive you. Or let you go. Not after what you saw.” He hummed and your head fell back, a small splash as it did so, shaking your head back and forth as you said, “I won’t talk, I won’t tell anyone what I saw you do, I promise, I swear-”
He leaned down closer, “Damn right you won’t. See I really fucking like you so I am just gonna have to do something to make sure you don’t talk.”
His lips brushed against yours and he said, “Make sure you can’t talk.”
Now how would he do that? You were sure he had a few ideas.
“Really you need to learn to fucking listen to me, you know that? When I say something you need to take heed. Do you not take me seriously?” He spat and you started to respond when you hear the sound of metal on metal and more, you feel something.
Your eyes dart down, head moving as much as he would allow and you see it. In the low light you see flashes of silver, metal and definitely sharp, dragging through the water of the puddle you were half lying in. He moves it slowly, bringing it up closer and you could see it better. He is wearing a glove with blades on his fingers? You think back to the sight in the main room, the slashes on the body, it was from this.
Your eyes met his again and you knew that yes, you should take him very seriously.
“I’ll be good. I’ll listen.”
You weren’t even aware you were saying it until it spilled from your lips.
“Pretty words from a prettier mouth but I need more convincing.” He breathed and the blade of his index finger touched your bottom lip. He tapped gently and you noticed the remaining gore on it, tacky and clotted blood painting the sides and edges. He pressed and you winced as it broke the skin. Warm blood trickled out and ran down your chin and neck as he prompted. “Beg.”
The ‘for your life’ part didn’t need to be said.
“I-I’m so-so fucking sorry, I can listen! I can be good! I can do wha-whatever you want, whatever you need to convince you that I can be what you need, I can, I can be good-” You rambled on as he watched, his gloved hand moved, brought it up and licked your blood that he had spilled.
You couldn’t help it. You enjoyed the view of that.
His pink tongue licking up what is arguably the most intimate bodily fluid there is, the one that literally makes you live and his reaction to tasting that, to tasting the essence of you. The shift was clear in his eyes, hazy, the hum of satisfaction. Fuck, you felt yourself throb at it.
You didn’t want to think about what that said about you. Instead you say, “I’ve been good for you before, right?” You arched your hips, ground on him and felt he was already hard. “Remember Fred? I can be good again. So good.”
His eyes darken further and he moves his hips, grinding his clothed erection against you, non-gloved hand slides off your throat, moving down the length of your body. "Oh you fucking slut."
You hum, grinding against him again. "Should be terrified, begging for your life and instead you're what? Begging for me to fuck you?"
His non-gloved hand on your hip, tilting you so you can feel him more, it makes the friction better. “What a filthy whore.”
You weren’t sure if he was going to do it, even with his currently rock hard dick grinding between your legs but his non-gloved hand moved and opened your pants with ease. “Gonna let me fuck you dumb so you can’t talk to anybody about this shit. Make you totally, hopelessly addicted to this, wouldn’t think about betraying me.”
You thought you were already at that point but as he yanked your pants and underwear down in one surprisingly fluid motion, considering how wet your clothing was anyway, you think there might be room for more persuasion.
You’ve been in a similar position many a time. This wasn’t the first time you’d done this with him, not by a long shot, and soon enough you feel his tongue lick up your neck and his non gloved hand slide under the layers of your clothing.
You should be doing something other than your eyes closing and arching your hips into his touch as his fingers slide down over you, providing perfect pressure while his teeth graze your pulse point and you whimper. He laughs at that and you throb against his fingers before he begins to truly tease, purposefully dipping his fingers in before starting to rub, focusing on where he knows makes your legs tense and a gasp be ripped from your chest. Your hands reach out and curl into the leather of his jacket. He hadn’t been wearing it to start, you love the long leather coat encompassing his form, makes you much weaker for him unable to resist and in a few short minutes it begins to get hazy for you.
More dirty talk slips from between his lips before he is saying, “I think I should fill your mouth, let you practice how you are going to keep quiet about all this.”
And that is how it went, your head turned with his gloved hand firmly as he fished out his hard cock, your mouth fell open and he pushed inside all at once, another laugh as you gagged on him.
A quick and rough pace was set, using your mouth, gloved hand on your cheek as he rocked in and out. You did your best to please him, not just for the sake of your life but because fucked up as you were you wanted to do your best for him. You sucked indulgently, trying to stop how hard you were gagging and balance breathing as you took him in and out over and over. “Fuck, see? You got much better uses for this moan than-ugh-than talkin’.”
You hummed in agreement, head felt heavy, much too turned on to question or care beyond satisfying the ache that had been steadily building inside. He took notice of course, could see how you were squirming and he pulled out, wiped his spit slick shaft on your face, spreading the mess and you let him. “You need some more, don’t you?”
“Ye-yes, please?” You ask and he is stroking his dick with his non-gloved hand right in front of your face. “Mmm I know you can beg better than that but luck for you I am dying to fuck you already.”
He moves you. Forces you into face down ass up, not caring for how rough he was being, or the way his glove nics your exposed skin in the process. If anything the winces and groans of pain fuel him, makes him harder.
The water is cool. Not just the water you are half lying in but the water that is raining down on the pair of you, the coolness is welcome with how hot you were feeling inside. You expect to feel him splitting you open but instead you feel his hands on your ass, spreading you and then his tongue is licking up. Passing up, dipping into both holes and you moan, loudly and helplessly as his mouth works, tasting you, a moan of his own accompanied by him saying, “Fuck, you always taste too good.”
You thought he was in a rush but it was like as soon as he started to taste you he couldn’t stop easily. He kept going until you were panting, crying out for him and shivering both from the cold and the pleasure, on the very edge of bliss when he pulled back. You sob, “No! Wa-wait, I-I was so close-”
His gloved hand comes down, smacks you on the ass and you yelp as he says coos, “Shh, can’t you be patient like the good boy I know you are?”
And then you feel him. Poised and still slick and right there and he slides in, slow and firm and as you inhale sharply at the shock of pleasure to your system he exhales out, “Fuck, so tight.”
He didn’t waste time now that he was finally balls deep inside you. He ground hard before starting to move, fucking in and out of you, moaning and he grits out, “Jerk yourself off, wanna feel you cum on me, c’mon.”
You complied, hand flying between your legs where you needed it, fingers make quick work and from how close you were before it didn’t take long until you were cumming for the first time around him.
“Ohhh, shit, yes! There you go, good job.” He praised as he fucked into you harder, drawing out even more sensation, pleasure spikes harder, he doesn’t relent even as you come down he keeps going.
He keeps going until he did just as he said he would. Fucking you long and hard, rough, groping your body, tugging on your clothing that was still on to use as leverage, impaling you over and over again on his dick. He kept going until you were a trembling mess, several orgasms deep, ripped out of you with shocking precision and skill until he was ready to finish.
He sucked on two fingers, slicked them up and placed said two fingers against your ass and you pushed back into him and took them with ease. His hips slammed forward as his fingers pulled out and the mix of the burning stretch from one hole and the brain melting pleasure from the other was doing you in. He didn’t take as much care as usual, some rough fingering, only letting you just start to loosen up and get a feel before he pulled them out unceremoniously. He pulled out and lined up, sinking halfway into your ass before the groan of your name bled into a curse and he spilled into you, cum burning hot but it makes you shiver with a weak moan.
He stays in you for a while before pulling out and allowing you to fall onto your side, heavy breathing, totally spent and he waved his gloved hand in front of your face, a few snaps from his non-gloved hand that you didn’t really respond to. “Ahhh, nice and brainless. Perfect. Just how I like em.”
Yeah there was no way you had the energy to walk out of here let alone talk to anyone about anything.
"Tough But Fair." Paulina X Freddy Krueger.
Another commission! And a big deal too because this is my OC commission which yes, I will do with enough examples provided for me to feel I can write them accurately. The person who commed this isn’t on tumblr but they are on ao3 which is where I met them! Someone recc’d a fic of theirs and I read and commented on it, they are a fan of me and we exchanged discords and then it led to here and me writing them this comm with their character Paulina and Freddy. I was given permission to post, hope you all dig it!
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Rating. Explicit. Length 4K. Paulina X Freddy Krueger. Warnings: OC X Freddy. NOT READER INSERT. Oral Sex. Blow Job. Cunnilinigus. Throat Fucking. 69ing. Vaginal Sex. Masturbation. Grinding. Thigh Riding. Creampie. Knife Play. Blood Play. Rough Stuff. ManHandling. Dirty Talk. Teasing. Taunting. Mocking. Degradation. Orgasm Denial. Edging.
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Ever since getting introduced to him she had felt different. Felt much too hot much more often than she was used to. Often finding herself desperate to get off, so frequently the time wasn’t the most opportune when the urge struck to shove her hand in her own panties. It was the kind of arousal that ran deep, would be unexpected, she would be unaware she was feeling that way until she noticed her increased heart rate. Her thighs pressed together, rocking absentmindedly against the chair she had been sitting on in an attempt to get some sort of friction or pressure where she needed it most.
She would find herself masturbating so often in all manner of ways. Grinding and rubbing, fingering, faucets and toys and yet. It all fell short. The resulting orgasms were always not as good as they could be.
They were fucking weak.
Cheap and short. She’d pour so much effort into her sessions. Reclined on the couch, shorts pulled down and hooked around her ankles, thighs spread wide and shirt pulled up, fingering herself harshly, palm slapping against her clit over and over, as she roughly tugged on one of her nipples. Climbing that hill, pleasure building, slick with sweat and panting, mind reeling and then gasping out when she reached that peak and then what was promising to blow her mind would fizzle.
She would definitely cum. Would feel herself clenching on her own fingers, the throbbing of her clit, barely able to breathe, shaking and the rest but the pleasure would be wrong, muted, nowhere near what it should be, she felt cheated.
Utterly and entirely frustrating.
Nothing was satisfying her.
But then her mind would wander and she would think back to the times he and she spent together. The feeling of it was mind meltingly good. She’d cum so hard she felt like she might break apart in his hands.
As much as she hated to admit it. Maybe it was time to visit him again. If for no other reason than to cum properly in hopes of quenching this ache that was apparently unstoppable on her own.
She went to bed that night determined to see him, wanting to get off, hoping if she got her fill of him she would be able to focus and think clearly at least for a while until either the need became too much or she invested in some better toys to improve her solo time.
Little did she know that she had been on his mind too.
How could he not be thinking about her? About the fire in her and the fight she puts up, about how wet she gets, the moans she makes and the how her tight throat swallowed around his dick when he unloaded inside of her.
He felt almost anxious, like he couldn’t stay still, too much going on, as if there was a buzzing under his skin, like he had too much energy that he needed to get rid of. He knew what it was. It was her invading his thoughts way too often, like a plague. She set up camp and refused to leave, almost as if she was squatting on his brain. The feeling of her body, the lilt of her moans, the way curses and insults rolled off her tongue echoed around inside his skull.
Apparently he needed her. If for nothing else than a hole to dump his cum into.
Perhaps he just needed to fuck her out his system? Maybe he needed to do more, see her and do every filthy thing he could imagine and then he would be sick of her and free of this hold she had on him. He needed her in as many compromising positions as possible, needed to fill her and hurt her, abuse her and hear her gasp and cry all because of him.
If he had that, if he did it all then there would be nothing left and he could find some other hot little thing to take his attention and for him to spill his cum into. If he saw her a few more times it would be fine. He would be fine.
It had been a few weeks since their last tryst and he made the call that it had been longing enough that seeking her out wouldn’t make him come off as desperate or needy.
When he felt her go to bed that night and fell asleep he didn’t waste time before making his approach and pulling her to him.
The tug to the boiler room was fast, the dream she had started off in, normal and unassuming changed as she was ripped from a dream of hers to a nightmare of his. She barely had gotten footing in her own dream before he struck. He remembered what happened before, was aware that she was different, odd, there was something to her that was special and he needed the upper hand and the best way to do that was to act swiftly and confidently.
She knew where she was as soon as she felt the extreme shift in temperature, before she even heard him or any other sounds, before she saw the dark tinges of red and shadows she knew. She hit the ground on unsteady feet, arms out trying to slow and steady herself and her wrist was caught in that unrelenting icy grip, her body crashing into something. Her hands finding the expanse of a sweater clad chest and her eyes flicking up to that horribly burnt visage.
“Right into my arms. You miss me that much?” He practically purred and she frowned, a roll of her eyes as she tried to push off of his chest and get away from him but he didn’t allow that. His other arm slipped around her waist, keeping her close to him and finally she responded to him, a shocking amount of bite behind the single word she uttered, “Hardly.”
She didn’t like how close he was already, she had wanted to see him on her terms but he got the drop on her, somehow already stolen the upper hand and that was dangerous in her current state when she was already wanting so badly. She needed to try and regain a little control. She spoke before he could, “You are the one who put your hands on me first, you sure you didn’t miss me, Krueger?”
He laughed, a small shake of his head before he spoke with a sneef, “To quote you, hardly.”
She hummed unconvinced with an overly exaggerated nod accompanying the pour on her face.
His grip on her wrist tightened by a hair, blades nearly break the skin but she doesn’t give him the satisfaction of showing the pain it caused, she holds back the wince that she wanted to release. His arm unlooped from her waist and his hand slid down and grabbed a handful, pulling her hips closer still as his leg slid between hers. “I’ll admit I might’ve missed this ass.”
She didn’t smile even though her lips switched slightly, instead she just said in an unimpressed tone, “Real classy.”
He scoffed and fired back, “Yeah like you are the epitome of fuckin’ class.”
Her hands clenched into fists and thumped on his chest as she protested, “Hey!”
He ignored her and with a squeeze of her ass, he used his hold on her to move her, making her grind against his thigh between hers and her eyes went wide.
Fuck, that feels good.
Way too good, she was definitely in trouble here.
“You gonna try to stand here and tell me that I’m wrong?” He taunted, forcing another grind and she grit her teeth. “Well if I don’t do it then who will?”
“You get off on being so difficult or somethin’?” He asked and she saw her in, “Speaking of getting off-”
That got his attention.
“-since I’m already here and it was admittedly pretty fun last time, you wanna help me out?”
He grinned, another forced grind led by him and the friction was too sweet this time for her to school her expression, letting herself melt in just noticeable enough for him to catch.
“You begging me to make you cum?” She barked out a laugh at that, “I wouldn’t call that proposition I just gave you begging.”
“You are right, you can beg a lot better than that I’m sure.” He leaned in closer, his eyes boring into hers and she looked back into his with defiance, “Maybe I can but it isn’t like you are ever going to hear it.”
His gaze narrowed and he asked, “So why should I help you cum, exactly? ”
She let out a heavy sigh as she decided what she needed to do to get what she wanted desperately from him. She was still pressed close, could feel in between her thighs throbbing with need, wetness seeping into her panties, the pressure of his thigh on her clothed slit serving to remind her of why she wanted to be back here in the first place. She’d been thinking about what would be best when she got back here, what would relieve her tension and she thought of that first meeting, of his mouth and tongue. She wanted that. And so she said, “Because it’s thing your mouth is best at and it’d be a fucking shame not to put it to use.”
She wanted to get eaten out by him? He loved that thought, of her unable to stop thinking about the pleasure he brought her back then and craving having it again. He wouldn’t give in so easily.
“Oh you want this?” He asked before his mouth opened, much wider than should have been possible, long and thick tongue lolling out of his mouth, dripping with drool already as he made her grind on him yet again.
She struggled against him, tried to wrench her hand out of his gloved hand but he didn’t allow that. He flicked his tongue at her and she felt her core clench involuntarily as she was forced to think about how that would feel if it was his tongue against her clit. “Been just dreamin’ about me doin’ that shit again, huh? Loved it that much?”
He was being awful, taunting and teasing her over it and she hated how he was apparently very aware of his talents and how annoyingly good he was at them.
His tongue slipped back into his mouth and he taunted, “Yeahhh you want it. But I won’t give it up easily.”
She ground against him, leaning closer, her mouth practically on his and refusing to break her eyes away from his as she asked, “And just want do you want?”
“I think your mouth for mine is a fair trade, don’t you?”
Turnabout is fair play after all.
No harm in that, she had him in her mouth and hell even in her throat before, even if he had forced it at the time she did not object at all. Sucking his dick to get her pussy licked seemed like an even trade.
And that is how she found herself, shorts and panties she had worn to bed ripped off, her tank top pulled up over her tits and positioned on top of him. His belt undone and pants pushed down his thighs, his hands were on her hips as her cunt was positioned just over his mouth and her hands were resting on his outer thighs, she leaned in, her tongue lathes up the length of his already hard shaft. She doesn’t stop until her mouth is truly on him, her lips currently locked around the head of his cock.
His hip tips back with a groan, “Yes, that’s it.”
Her brows furrowed and she smacked his thigh, silently but firmly warning him to hold up his end of the deal. “Impatient whore. Need me that bad?”
She grunted around his dick and her teeth grazed dangerously along the sensitive head and he said, “Okay, fuck.”
He leaned up and his warm breath on her already felt way too good. His tongue touched down, licking up over her, even pressure and slow, from hole until flicking over her clit and oh shit that is what she needed. She exhaled in relief through her nose at the wave of pleasure that rolled through her. Damn did she need this.
She sunk lower, taking more of him into her mouth as he licked again and again. She moved, taking him in and out of her mouth, sucking and finding a good steady rhythm as did he.
So far it was already so much better than when she touched on her own, much stronger. His tongue and mouth was so hot, so wet, it felt fantastic as it delved through her folds, exploring every single inch that it could. Dipping lightly into her hole from the force he put forward before continuing on, up and up and again over her clit. His tongue circled over her clit three times before drawing back down to repeat the process again.
Her lips tightened and she sucked, her tongue pressing to the underside of his shaft as she bobbed up and down. She was still giving him hell, pleasuring him in kind but her mind was soaked in the heady cocktail of arousal and pleasure. His hands didn’t stay still either. Non-gloved hand squeezing her hip and the knives of his gloved hand splayed on her ass, biting into the flesh there slightly as he rubbed. He sucked on her clit and it made her thighs tense while she moaned around his shaft. He exhaled with a pleasured sound as she took him much deeper, nearly gagging herself and he rocked his hips once up and she ground her hips down, grinding her cunt on his tongue.
She could feel the beginning of the end, the pleasure rising inside, if he kept this up she would cum already. It had been so long since they’d seen each other, she was so unsatisfied, so ready for a real orgasm, a proper one. Her breathing picked up, her hips squirmed as she moved with him rocking against him as he lapped and sucked messily on her sensitive flesh. More moans released, vibrating up the length of his shaft, her thighs were trembling as she struggled to keep pace, her nails digging into his scarred skin. She was almost there, so close, she couldn’t wait, her hips bucked faster, harder and he was all too aware of her tells, he knew what was coming.
She sunk down, took him as deep as she comfortably could without choking herself and braced for the impact, ready to be swept away by it, pulled under into bliss, almost, right there and-
He stopped.
His mouth fully broke contact, head fell back and his strong hands, as well as something else, held her hips, preventing her from dropping her weight down and trying to steal it on the end of his tongue. While he did this he forced her down harder and made her take him to the base, feeling how her throat clenched around his cock deliciously.
She tried to buck and move but she couldn’t, she made angry and quiet sounds around his dick that she was still impaled on, her hands balling into fists, beating onto his legs, a plea for him to let her up, give her air, but mostly, to let her cum.
He let her squirm for a moment more before letting her up, she pulled him out, came up gasping for air and he laughed. After a few deep breaths she cussed him out, “Freddy what the fuck?! Why?!”
His laughter stopped and he said, “Cuz it’s really fucking fun.”
Bastard.
Of course he wouldn’t let her cum so easily. She should have known better by now.
Well. Two can play at that game.
She said nothing else, showing great restraint as her head dipped back down, her tongue tracing, making sure to flick over the sensitive spot where head met the shaft and she heard him gasp and then groan under her. His mouth went back to work as hers had and she worked hard.
It felt good, insanely good after that hard edge he just gave her but she had a different goal in mind for the moment. If he was going to frustrate her and not let her cum then no way in hell was he going to cum either.
She fucked her mouth with him, licked and sucked and moaned obscenely, her hands moved too, one cupping his balls and the other wrapped around the base of his shaft so she could move it in tandem with her mouth. He was getting louder and louder, his hips rocking with her rhythm as she worked, she could feel it happen. Could feel the way his dick throbbed and his balls tightened, could feel it coming and just when she was sure he was about to bust into her mouth she struck.
Her hands on his balls groped, gripped and pulled firmly, drawing them down and away from their heightened position on his body, her other hand tightened around the base of his shaft and these moves together effectively stopped his orgasm before it could start.
He cussed her out this time once his lips pulled away. She smiled and laughed around him before letting him slip out of her mouth. “Paulina! You total fuckin’ tease, how could you?!”
She looked back over her shoulder with a wink and a fake smile before saying sickeningly sweet, “Same way you did Fred.”
He growled in frustration and then it was on.
She would get close and before she could fall over the edge he would stop all movements of his tongue and hold her tight, arms around her waist, preventing her from moving and having to take being denied.
When he was nearly there she would hold his hips down and close her lips tight, head to the side giving him no chance of finding his release.
She would fuck her throat deeply with him while palming his sac and he would thrust his tongue into her soaked hole as his fingers circled her clit and both would keep stopping seconds before the other could cum.
It took five edges each before it was too much.
It shouldn’t be surprising it took that long when they are both so stubborn.
The last edge was hard. For her she tried to sneak her orgasm, kept her breathing even, quieted her moans but the fluttering of her walls around his fingers, the shiver in her thighs and the pulse of her clit gave her away making him stop. She screamed in frustration against him and he tried to roll them over, was going to hold her down and fuck in between her lips until he was able to spill inside but she didn’t let that happen. He rolled and she rolled with him further to ensure she still stayed on top and she popped her mouth off of him.
They were both panting, slick with sweat, swollen and too frustrated to deal with it any longer, she started it. “You fucking bastard just let me cum already!”
“Not a fucking chance till you let me!” She scoffed, “Ha! Oh yeah I bet after you bust you will become a real gentleman all of a sudden and get me off!”
“Well I can keep going all night!” He threatened and she wanted to punch him in balls right then and there but that wouldn’t get what she’d be craving. “This is ridiculous we aren’t getting anywhere!”
“Who’s fault is that bitch?” He barked and she fired back, “Yours! You asshole! You started this!”
Then tension was thick, the verbal throw down continued, he was still rock hard and she was dripping wet, they were still panting and it was just too much.
She was going to take action. She moved suddenly. She swung her leg over and moved down his body, turning to face him, straddling him and positioning him just right. She rubbed herself over him only once before lining him up and sinking down, filling herself with him, the action accompanied by a long and loud moan. The stretch of him was fucking great, so filling, much better than she’d ever admit with words, especially not to him. Like he needed the ego boost?
A moan of surprised pleasure pulled from him, his hands went right to her waist, looking up at her body, her heaving chest and the expression painted over her face, the lust in her eyes.
She didn’t waste time.
Hips rolled and she started to ride, his hands helped her move along with his hips, his feet rested flat, knees bent fucking up into her and she fucked down. They both used each other. Her hands moved, one hand on his knee, resting there as a leverage point to help her fuck down harder onto him, her other hand smoothing up under his sweater, feeling his chest. He was so into this, how hot she was being, passionate, riding him, taking what she wanted from him. Her nails raked down his chest and he grunted, a harder thrust up that made her gasp, his eyes were between her legs, watching as her cunt swallowed his cock over and over again. His non-gloved hand went down, his thumb pressed, circling her clit and her body tensed. She moaned his name, “Freddy, fuck, yes!”
He breathed her name with a curse and she leaned closer, her hand on the back of his neck, they were almost chest to chest, so much skin on skin contact was her favourite, made it better for her.
“Such a fucking whore-” His gloved hand ran up her back, a few small nics, blood dripped but she was feeling far too good for it to matter, the edge of pain actually served to make the pleasure better, sharper. She still cussed him out for it all the same but she was much too focused on cumming to worry about stopping at this point.
Thanks to all the edging she was not far off but neither was he, they were both only a few short minutes in and close. She was hitting her spot perfectly with every thrust since she was riding and his thumb on her clit was catapulting her to her orgasm and her clenching and drenched hole as well as her moans and her writhing body, he wasn’t going to be far off.
No way were either of them going to be able to stop. She slammed down harder, he fucked up quicker, they were both sloppy, no semblance of rhythm left, lost in it. Gasping breaths, bodies taut and ready, “Ah, Freddy-gonna!”
“Me too, fuck! Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop!” He gritted out and she returned the sentiment, an equal amount of bite from her, “You either!”
A few more stokes fully in and out, those especially good spots abused the point of no return and they ended up cumming together. He unloaded into her, thick warmth filling her as he held in as deep as he could, grinding into her and her hips squirmed, walls milking him, the pair of them working themselves and by proxy each other through their respective orgasms.
After all this build up the feeling of it left them without words for a moment, just panting and weak moans, shaking and clinging onto one another as they slowly came down.
He spoke first. “You came real fuckin’ quick. What was that a whole three minutes?”
She groaned as she let him go, his head fell back and she sat up. His hands went behind his head, looking much too comfortable and her arms stretched above her head as she said, “Says the two pump chump.”
His mouth fell open but before he could begin to defend himself and berate her for her rudeness she got up. Her legs were still a little shaky but it didn’t stop her. His cum was leaking out of her, spilling down her thighs and she stepped away. “Anyway, I got what I wanted, try not to be such a dick next time, Fred.”
"Harnessed." Freddy Krueger X Trans Masc!Reader. A Commission.
Heeeey! So! The totally fucking rad, @manly-moth commissioned me to write this! Some Freddy fuckery with a transmasc reader, a collar, a harness, some BDSM vibes, what’s NOT to love?! Thank you so much again for commissioning me and the for the fantastic prompt, I got permission to post this publicly and I hope you all love this too!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.7K. Freddy Krueger X Trans Masc!Reader. He/Him Pronouns. Warnings: Collar. Leash. BDSM. Rough Stuff. Man Handling. Praise. Pet Names. Spitting. Grinding. Making Out. Biting. Marking. Glove Porn. Penetrative Sex. Dirty Talk. Freddy Being Freddy.
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Cruel to be kind is what they usually say, right? You can’t help loving the kind of cruelty that he brings to you. It wasn’t like you were totally opposed to softer touches and sweetness, but the fact of the matter is nothing gets you off quite like the rough and harder stuff does.
To be even more honest nothing gets you off quite like he does.
The endless variety he brings to the table, the way he can peer right into your mind, can read you as easily as one would a book. The things he does while verbally teasing you all the while? Mind meltingly good.
You never knew when he would come by, when that ultra generous mood would strike and he would be down to spoil you with what you crave. All you knew is that he took a massive liking to you and enjoyed fucking with you a few blissful times a month. Every night you would go to bed nearly vibrating with excitement hoping it would be one of those nights.
Tonight was one of those nights.
He liked to take his time with you on occasion, would make you squirm before he did anything serious, let the presence of him get you hot and bothered as fuck until he lays a single blade on you. Tonight he seemed almost in a rush, like he needed you right then and there and hot damn did that make it better. While the slow build has its place, the anticipation and lead up providing the base for a great session, other times, these times, the rush, the sheer need to have you, was incredible foreplay all on its own.
He knew just what he wanted tonight.
You were stripped of what you wore to bed quickly, no big formal greeting or pomp and circumstance tonight. You could feel he was already hard against your hip as his claws tore through the shirt you wore to bed in his haste to remove it from you and expose you to him. You hurried to help him, tugging down your own underwear, split remnants of your pyjama shirt thrown aside and his hands were on you. He pulled you close, feeling your skin on his, the fabric of that sweater felt rough but you welcomed it. A sigh, it felt familiar, welcome. He was looking down at you, stare was intense, causing more heat to bloom inside you, matching the temperature of the boiler room so well.
His hands on your hips, blades teased, feather light as he dragged them along and his head dips down, long tongue licking up the length of your throat, your head tilted back exposing more of your neck to him. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
Those same hands continued to wander, worn leather and cool metal on one side and hot and scarred flesh on the other as they rose up, over your sides, he continued to mouth at your neck, teeth grazing in a way that made your breath catch. “Freddy-”
“Mmm shhh, M’ here darlin’.” You loved when he called you that, when he found out how weak in the knees it made you he took to using it, exploiting it and by proxy you, often. A small needy sound left you, accompanying the pang of arousal at hearing his rough voice saying it against your neck. Another lick that made you squirm and he pushed you until your back met the wall, his leg slotting between yours, the urge was strong and he called you out on it immediately, “I know you want to.”
His tone was mocking, teasing yet fond and you give in, too hot to bother pretending you didn’t want to. You grind on his thigh, head meeting the wall behind you with a sigh and he took in the view of you for a moment. “I got a new gift for you.”
Your thighs squeezed his and you moved with more purpose, you rut harder as you ask, “Ye-yeah?”
“Yeah. I know, so generous of me, right? Just wait till you see it.” And true to his word he didn’t leave you waiting.
You didn’t see his gift though. You felt it. A firm tug that made your body jerk closer to his and your head adjust, your eyes meeting his once more. He was holding a chain in his non-gloved hand. It’s wrapped around it a few times and that chain was attached to a collar, cool leather encircling your neck. Your shoulders felt heavier and with a quick glance you realised he had outfitted you with a matching harness to go along with your new collar.
“Do you like it?”
His voice breaks you out of your thoughts that had been running a mile a minute, your imagination had been taken over with a million thoughts of what you wanted to do with him while you were dressed like this, in nothing but leather and sweat.
Your gaze meets his once more and you nod, a shaky hand raises and your fingers run gently over the collar, “I love it.”
“Good.” He tugged the leash pulling you to him, a bruising kiss that made your hands magnetise to his shoulders and curl in the fabric for something to hold onto, anything to prevent your knees from giving out from under you. Whenever he kissed it was so all consuming, possessive, it was all tongue and sharp nips, the taste of him makes you drool as you return his affection with equal hunger.
You couldn’t help it as your hips started again, grinding on him, the pleasure spikes and he half laughs into your mouth, he pulls back licking his lips before taunting you, “Awe, what a filthy boy, you need me to make it better?”
You nodded quickly, “Mmf, please, please help.”
“I can do that and you can show me how grateful you are for the very nice present I gave you.”
You’d never agreed to anything quicker. “Yes, God, anything for you-”
“Naturally.” He quipped as you were turned roughly, pushed into the wall, your hands splay on the wall and he adjusts you to his liking. His shoe knocks your foot, forcing you to spread your legs wider, he makes you bend a bit at the waist, presenting yourself for him.
“Oh what a mess already.” His gloved hand smoothes down your back to your ass, gripping a handful, the blades hurt but don’t break the skin as his non-gloved hand keeps the leash taut. He grinds against you and you nearly whimper, not wanting him to tease you any longer. “Fre-Freddy pleaaaase-”
He pressed closer, his lips right by your ear, his own breathing was heavy as he spoke, “Greedy, greedy. You need me right now? No prep?”
“Don’t need it, just need you.”
He loved when you begged. You hear the shuffling of his clothing and then feel him right against you, bare and ready, he spreads you open with his gloved hand and spits. You moan, eyes fluttering shut at how dirty that was, his thumb spreads the mess and then he lines up just right. He doesn’t ask if you are ready, he knows you are and he pushed inside. The burn and stretch is welcomed with a moan.
You arch closer and he sinks in deeper with a small hiss, his head tips forward, you feel his hot breath fanning over the back of your neck. “Gooood boy.”
You moaned when he said that, when he praised you, it made you throb and clench around him. He continued, “Such a good little pet.”
He pulled out half way before thrusting forward again and you are thankful the wall is here to help hold you up. He tugs on the leash again the way it constricts your throat is amazing, it makes more pleasure spark inside, your brain feels heavy, thoughts are thick and sluggish as he takes you. Uses you, fucks you into the hard surface of the wall. You find yourself pushing back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
You weren’t sure how long you could last, legs were trembling soon and he called attention to that, “Feels too good, hmm? Can’t handle it?”
You moaned incoherently, eyes shut tight as your nails dug painfully into the wall. “Can’t even talk, too much for you.” He taunted further, “You’re just a dumb fuckin’ pet, s’ okay, I can do allll the thinking for you.”
You moaned out something that sounds close to a yes, you needed that, more than air you needed him to take care of you, think for you, fuck you and make you cum, that is all you needed.
Speaking of cumming, you were so close so fast. He knew your body so intimately, knew what to say, how to touch and angle himself, he had been assaulting that sweet spot inside of you ever since he slipped inside.
“Fuck, squeezin’ me so tight, you gonna be good? You gonna cum for me?” You nod, another broken moan tearing out of your throat, he yanks on the leash, your body is totally flush with him, he is hitting it so well. Fucking into you perfectly, grinding hard inside, you are nearly there, climbing that hill, higher and higher and you try to stutter out you are close but his teeth sink into your sensitive throat right above the collar he put on you and it all goes white behind your eyes.
He doesn’t relent, he fucked you through it beautifully, even as you shake and writhe, legs tense and mess spills from you, more praise pouring out of his mouth as the pleasure peaks and your orgasm crashes through you. “That’s my good boy, my nasty fucking perfect boy.”
He does slow as you come down, deep and agonising thrusts as his mouth lifts, full length of him sliding in and out. You are struggling to catch your breath, panting, “Good, so, so fucking good.”
“Mmm good.” You feel warm and blissed out all over and then a particularly hard thrust all the way inside steals your breath once more, “But we’re not done yet. You still need to thank me properly.”
"Stomp?" Vincent Sinclair X Erika. A Commission.
Ayyyy! SO! The amazing and fantastic @early20sfailingplenty commissioned this from me! This is a big comfort prompt for Eri, she gave me a big outline of ideas for this and gave me a ton to work off of! This is clearly something really special to her and I was glad that she trusted me with it. She also gave me permission to post this with her name because let’s be honest this is like so clearly and obviously her. Anyone else is welcome to read this but of course it isn’t a straight reader insert so be aware of that. Hope you all enjoy it!
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Rating. NSFW. Length. 2K. Vincent Sinclair X Erika.NOT READER INSERT. Warnings: Mentions Of Murder And Gore. Domestic Life. Violence. Implied Sexual And Romantic Relationship. Erika Wants To Get Stepped On.
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You were so truly unique. There are a lot of people who have run through Ambrose and there hasn’t been anyone who was so immediately interested, so invested, so thoroughly fascinated and so damn jumpy. You were very easy to startle, very easy to scare, but also, so weirdly curious. You were talkative and had a lot of questions, it caught Lester off guard, no one talked to him this much when he brought them to town or was so nice to him.
That talking kept going in town, more questions, almost too many questions for Bo’s liking but there was a genuine interest in the town, in him, and even more so of Vincent when you met him. As soon as you saw all the art in the museum you knew you simply had to meet him, lucky you that you weren’t alone. He’d been watching and wasn’t quite as quiet on the approach as normal and before he could get the drop on him you asked, “Are you the artist? Are you Vincent? Oh my gosh, all of this is amazing-”
And you gushed, on and on and well fuck. That felt nice. You had been so respectful of everything in town and showed them all such warmth and kindness in such a short time that they thought, maybe they should keep you around.
Lester loved having someone to talk to about anything and everything as well as someone to work with. Bo appreciated how hard working you were and he loved making you jump and messing with you a little too much but it was all in good fun. Vincent liked how serious you were about his art and once you learned what they were up to, what they did with the town in general.
You didn’t run. You wanted to stay and help. Again, no one was quite like you.
You had been on vacation, you weren’t supposed to end up anywhere close to Ambrose but you still had and you were so fucking happy that you had. It ended up being the best thing that ever happened to you. The boys were shocked that you were so okay with what they did, they thought you didn’t understand, it was so abstract. But when some people rolled through town and you saw first hand and still didn’t run but clung closer and wished to help? Yeah they knew.
Especially when they heard about what your home life was like, they didn’t take too kindly to the treatment you received back there, you deserved better, they could provide better. You agreed, and you tried not to linger on that thought too long that three arguably questionable and murderous men from the south in a few short months turn out to be a much better fit and family than your own back home.
You liked being kept busy, your old job involved a lot of cleaning and fuck knows there is a lot of cleaning to be done around Ambrose. It is a massive undertaking but also very rewarding, a kind of fun project, one you take seriously. They actually recognize your efforts, they also make sure to drag you away from your work because you do the same when you see them working too hard.
Not every single night but a few nights a week you all have dinner together, taking turns cooking. Lester is really into prepping the meat, you and he get into making rubs and marinades. Bo shows you all he knows about barbequing and Vincent improves your knife skills massively, enjoys the mis en place second best, they all of course like eating the food they all work hard to make much better.
You enjoyed spending time with all of the brothers for different reasons but you find yourself getting closer and closer with Vincent. Something about him just draws you more. You get really close, just bond in so many unexpected areas. You spend time in the workshop, mostly relegated to the mattress he has in there, sitting and watching or doing your own thing, writing or whatever you want.
You love to watch him work. Whether he is creating or killing, his hands can do both equally well and it is almost humbling to bear witness to it. You are surrounded by what he creates often, the art, but it is a reminder of the intense violence he is capable of. You dust a statue in the museum and stare into its all too human eyes, thinking about how they look realistic, convincing and yet wrong. They are empty, not a speck of life or light inside. You think of that word you’d read once, ‘sonder’, that word that is meant to encapsulate that feeling of the realisation that everyone around you has a life as complex and deep as your own. All of the people here had a life just as you have, parents and friends and hopes and-
It doesn’t do what it should. You are sure an average person would feel sorrow or some other emotion over such a thought, of these people’s lives being taken, but you don’t feel that.
Again, you are definitely unique. Instead it makes you want to see Vincent.
You get together that night. After lots of dancing around each other you finally made that push and learned what else he could do with those hands. You are awed by him over and over.
You had your own room that you had been slowly decorating but you find yourself spending more than a few nights in Vincent’s room.
You keep on pondering over the violence more and more, especially as he treats you so sweetly, so gently. You are too curious. You want to know what it is like, want to experience all of him, you crave it in a strange way. You try to stop but it never leaves your mind for long.
It is over one of those dinners that the thing that you can’t stop thinking about spills out.
“Can you pass the potato-” Bo asked and you say all at once in a rush, on a single exhale, “I want Vincent to step on me.”
It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
You were staring at your hands in your lap but could feel the three sets of eyes burning into your skin. You think it is silent for several minutes when in reality it was maybe a minute when you looked up to see the trio watching you. Bo was holding the bowl of mashed potatoes, Vincent had paused mid-cut of his meat and Lester had his mouthful, fork still half in and out of his mouth.
Lester spoke around the food and utensil in his mouth, “Wha-ut?”
Bo chimed in, “Yeah, what the fuck are you on about Erika?”
You could feel your face flush as you stammered, eyes diverting from Vincent who was looking at you so curious and confused. “I-I’ve just been thinking about it a lot! Vincent is so, uhm, violent? And strong, powerful-I’ve seen him-” You take a deep breath, “-seen him stomp and the damage he can do and I know! I know it's odd…But I-I want to experience it? I want to know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of it.”
To say the Sinclairs were stunned was an understatement.
There were so many more questions, so many that the dinner went mostly cold. The main question that they kept circling around was, “Why?”
“I don’t know! I just…I want it. I want to experience that brutality first hand. See if I could handle it maybe?”
Vincent was watching you closely this whole time. He took notice how you shifted, the look in your eyes, oh it was more than all of that. You found it hot. Very, very, hot.
He was a little nervous to be honest.
It took a lot more talking and convincing and yet the four of you all find yourselves there and ready for it to go down one night. There was a safe word, “Wax”, Lester holding the camera, because you insist you want it on film, there is a good chance you are going to be knocked out and you’d like proof, like to remember it. Bo is there with the first aid kit, and Vincent, in those big boots you loved so much.
“Are ya sure you still wanna do this, Eri?” Lester asked, looking up from the camera he’d been fucking with.
“Yes, so much.” You responded quickly. You were nervous but mostly excited, ready.
“This is so fuckin’ weird.” Bo mumbled out and Lester snorted as he held the camera up in place, Lester responded, “Definitely odd…”
Funny coming from them of all people but you say nothing. Vincent helped you down onto the ground, with so much care, made sure you were laid flat and you could see the look, the question in his gaze and you responded, “M’ good.”
He decided to take you at your word. Standing back up to his full height over you, he was so tall, so imposing and while you felt fear, nerves, ultimately, you felt safe, you knew somehow that you were going to be okay. You weren’t sure how you knew you just did. It was going to hurt like a bitch but you almost look forward to that, it would be like a medal, a mark of how you endured Vincent, what he was capable of and lived.
He took one step forward, and another, he was over top of you while you were below him on the hard floor, between his legs. You couldn’t help breathing harder, the anticipation was palpable, no one was saying anything, what could you say? What could THEY say? Not much of anything.
One last look, a cock of his head, long black hair framing his face and your heart aches. You were ready, you gave a small nod and breathed, “I’m ready.”
He rolled his shoulders and you braced yourself and one of his boots came up, your fists clenched and you inhaled sharply, eyes closed and you waited for the impact.
The impact came.
But not where you were expecting. The sound was loud, the force with which he hit the ground was so hard it made some of your hair nearby move, over your face and his boot hit the ground so it vibrated.
He didn’t step on you. He didn’t crush your face or chest or anything. He just stepped very, very hard right next to your head. Your eyes shot open and looked up at him. He was staring down at you, half leaning down, forearm rested on his knee. He finally addressed you, a quick sign of, “You were really going to let me do that.”
You nod and tell him, “I was.”
He didn’t know what to do. You accepted him so totally, wholly, trusted him fully, you were going to let him seriously harm you and counted on him and his brothers to pick up the pieces. You were too much. And while you hadn’t said the words verbally, you didn’t need to, from what he knew, you loved him. Loved your life here, you had no intentions of ever leaving.
Vincent told Lester to turn off the camera and he helped you up, slowly, wrapped you up in his arms and Bo nudged Lester, they left quietly still mumbling about what a weird night this was. You didn’t care, you were hugging Vincent back, he was so warm, you buried your face in his sweater and he was stroking your hair. You said, “You didn’t do it.”
You pulled back, looking up at him and he responded with one word, “Couldn’t.”
He couldn’t hurt you. Didn’t have it in him. Brutal, harsh, cruel and murderous Vincent, he couldn’t hurt you.
It is unspoken. The pair of you both feel too much to say. Him shocked and touched beyond what he can say by the fact you’d be down to let him do this and you by the knowledge that he was willing to do it for you but ultimately couldn’t.
That love you’d been feeling for him for God knows how long? It was clearly mutual.
You really were unique but so was Vincent and you thought that is why you worked so damn well together.





