Crawl
Dungeon Crawler Carl "Alpha Carl" x Reader
Rating: Smut
WC: 3.8k
Blurb: Alpha Carl fucks Reader (using you pronouns this time, NICE!). His personality is heavily inspired by his behavior at the crab scene (YIKES!!)—so be warned, this is kinda freaky!!!! (content warning: it's all consensual but he does kinda just use reader (calls her a whore?!). Book 6 spoilers.
You had been in worse situations in the dungeon. Hell, you had almost gotten yourself incinerated by another crawler's spell a few hours earlier. You tried to remind yourself of this while staring at the totem blocking the only exit out of the bombed-out hotel lobby you'd both ended up in.
Solo crawling had always been your choice, not an accident of circumstance. You entered the dungeon alone and you intended to leave it the same way. You had watched enough group dynamics collapse in on themselves—alliances that curdled into betrayal, dead weight that got people killed, endless arguments over loot that made you want to rip your own ears off.
You worked faster and thought clearer alone.
The fight on this floor had been a mess from the start. A territorial skirmish between two factions of mobs had spilled into the streets of Havana you were cutting through. Keep moving, you told yourself as you ran. You used the chaos as cover, swinging your sword as you picked off stragglers at the edges of the fight. It had been working, too, right up until a crawler you didn't recognize (holy shit, was that a nun?) had lobbed a spell wide and nearly taken your head off along with half a city block. After that, the fight scattered, and you had maybe a split second to make a decision about which way to run.
You had seen the totem run in the midst of the fight. You sprinted after him without a second thought.
Alpha Male Carl. Level 69.
Nice.
He was leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. The resemblance was uncanny. He had Carl's face. Carl's shoulders. Carl's everything, technically, except the hair (this one wore it gelled back). Star-patterned boxers. The patch jacket with its two buttons—#1 Son and Brother of the Century—you had no idea what those were about.
You had met Donut, Carl, and Mongo in Havana. You knew who they were before that; how could you not, when their faces were plastered on every recap and at the top of the leaderboard? You crawled alone, but Carl had insisted you at least add them to your chat.
But something was different about this version of Carl.
He was sexy. Like a beefed up, frat guy kinda sexy. The kind of man who would text you at 3 AM "u up?" and then ignore you the next day. You had dealt with a few of these specimens during your college years. Really, the cream of the crop of the male species.
His tan skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat. His biceps popped with his arms crossed like that. The muscles in his thick thighs rippled under the heat, and you thought his abs were literally glistening. Had he oiled them?
"You gonna keep staring," he said, teeth sparkling white, "or are you going to tell me what your plan is to get us out of here?"
His voice was wrong. Not bad wrong. Just… not Carl's. Older. More certain of itself. Hotter.
"My plan," you answered, emphasis on MY, "is to wait out the skirmish and then leave. You're welcome to do the same." You gestured at him and the cat on his shoulder.
"Uh huh." His eyes lit up mischievously. "That your plan every time you run into trouble? Just run away and wait for it to fix itself?"
"Excuse me? It's worked so far."
"It's kinda cowardly, don't you think?" he said. "That's not the same thing as working."
You opened your mouth in shock.
His smile widened. It was Carl's smile, but with something underneath it that Carl didn't have. Cockier. Even his teeth looked fake, like the freakish veneers trending amongst celebrities on the surface.
"Solo crawler." You realized he recognized you. "Are you just that stupid to think that's a good idea in a place like this?"
"That's an extremely rude thing to say to someone you just met."
"I didn't just meet you. You've been running into my group on this floor." He tilted his head. "I know who you are."
"Your group?" You scoffed.
"You heard me. You think I'm an idiot?"
"They've… talked about me?"
"I heard that cat mention you." Something in his expression shifted as he noticed the momentary hope that flashed through your eyes. "Don't read into it." He snuffed whatever hope you had felt quickly.
Your jaw tightened. "I wasn't."
"Yes you were." He pushed off the doorframe and took one step towards you. "You do that a lot, I'm guessing. Must be exhausting."
"You're kind of a dick," you said.
"Yeah," he agreed. "My personality going to be a problem for you?"
The battle outside shifted. Something large moved through the street, shaking dust from the ceiling. Neither of you looked up.
"It's not going to be a problem," you said. "I'm just pointing it out."
"Uh huh." He took another step. "You know what I think?"
"I genuinely don't care."
"I think," he continued, ignoring you entirely, "that you ran toward this building on purpose. When the fight split. You had other options and you picked this one." He paused. "You want to tell me why that is?"
Your mouth fell open.
His smile widened.
"There it is," he sneered.
"That's—" you started. "Are you trying to say I followed you?" Your jaw went slack.
"Don't." His voice dropped. "Don't explain it. It's fine. It's actually—" he tilted his head, looking at you, "—kind of cute. In a pathetic way."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. You saw my hot bod and followed it like a moth to a flame."
You stared at him, and he stared back. King Croissant, on his shoulder, seemed to judge you with his cat eyes.
"You're a totem," you said. "You're literally a card. You don't get to—"
"To what?" He raised an eyebrow. "To say what I want?" Another step. Close now. Close enough that you had to make a decision about where to look. Your eyes went to the floor. "You were fine with me being a totem thirty seconds ago. Try again."
You didn't have a reply. This was starting to be really annoying.
"There you go," he said, quieter. "Just stop."
"Stop what."
"Performing." He said it simply, without cruelty. "You've been doing it since you walked in here. The attitude, the—" he gestured at you, vaguely, "—all of this. It's fine. It's a good show. But we're alone and the fight's outside and you already made your choice when you came through that door, so." He looked at you. "Stop."
The building settled. Outside, something exploded, far off.
You held his gaze.
"You're insufferable," you said.
"I know." He reached out and tilted your chin up with two fingers. "That working for you or against you right now?"
At that moment, an explosion rocked the building and sealed you, Alpha Carl, and his stupid cat in.
When the dust settled, the building was quiet. Outside, the battle had moved on. King Croissant had jumped to a piece of rubble and was cleaning his paws.
When the ringing in your ears stopped, you became aware of a giant mass on top of you.
"Get off of me!" The man complied.
You pushed yourself off the floor and sat against the wall, panting. Eyes wide, hand on your chest. Your chat notification binged.
Alpha Carl was leaning against the opposite wall, back to his doorframe posture.
"No 'thank you' after saving your life?" he asked.
"You nearly crushed me. How much do you weigh?!"
"200 pounds of pure muscle, baby." He flexed his bicep and kissed it.
You stood up and rushed towards the blocked entryway. "Oh, fuck." You tried to claw at the big concrete slabs, but your class didn't make you strong enough to move these on your own.
Your eyes welled with tears. "I'm going to die here."
Carl: Hey, you good?
Donut: ARE YOU OKAY THAT WAS QUITE THE EXPLOSION
You: Trapped in the apartment building! Ears hurt a little, but I'm fine.
You: Well I'm actually stuck with the stupid Alpha version of you.
Carl: Yikes. We're going to finish out this boss, then come dig you out. Hang tight.
"Calling for help, sweetheart?" he called from across the room. "I recognize that glossy look when a crawler is on their chat."
"I'm trying to do something about the situation. Why don't you put those muscles to good use and help move the rubble?"
"No can do, sweetheart. I think I'll just sit right over here and enjoy the shade." He dropped into a chair, leaned back, and sighed loudly.
"Are you serious? You're really just going to sit there?"
"Dead serious. Get on it, woman."
You spent the next hour trying to move debris around, to no avail. Your spells were weak, and you specialized in sword combat—useless here. Alpha Carl spent that hour watching and taunting you as you failed to shift anything.
You sat yourself on the floor and rubbed your eyes, fighting back tears. You were still catching your breath when he spoke.
"Didn't peg you for a crybaby."
"Leave me alone." Your voice came out smaller than you wanted. "I'm going to go insane being stuck here with you."
"I'll be in my corner if you get lonely, sweetheart."
You glared at him. His eyes lit up—he'd gotten to you, and he knew it.
— ♡ —
The heat was insufferable inside the lobby. Light seeped through cracks in the foundation, casting a yellowish glow over the dust that had settled across whatever furniture remained. You had stripped down to your bra and underwear, not caring that either of them could see you.
You'd been lying on the tile for hours, the cool temperature offering some reprieve from the sweltering heat.
On the opposite side of the room, Alpha Carl was in a similar situation. Except he had stripped himself completely—including his gauntlet and other equipment. This man had the gall to get bare ass naked in front of you. You had yelped when you saw his soft dick, but all he did was smirk at your shock. He had kept to himself, mostly, occasionally yelling at King Croissant.
The cat had eventually slipped into an air vent to get himself away from his annoying owner.
You kept your eyes off his body. This guy was being such an ass, but holy fuck was he hot. He looked like a cartoony version of a man. His abs still glistened in the dim light, and you thought you counted eight of them total. His muscles bulged when he paced in his corner. The more you thought of him, the deeper the heat between your legs grew. Christ, you thought. The tile was not cooling your desires.
You closed your eyes and tried to get your mind off him.
Alpha Carl cleared his throat. "I've decided that I want to ask you to have sex with me." The deep voice cut through the silence.
You turned your head to look at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The question sank in and you started dying of laughter. "Are you being serious!?"
His eyes narrowed and he growled his response. "We've been stuck here for hours. What the fuck else are we supposed to do?"
You rolled your eyes. "How about you stay in that corner, and I stay in mine? You know, like normal people in a dire situation?"
His smirk widened. "But that would mean that I ignore that you were totally checking me out earlier. You think I'm blind, sweetheart?" His tone turned darker as you felt his gaze on your body.
You froze. Your cheeks burned pink.
"I wasn't—I wasn't staring." Your voice was quivering. Lies.
He laughed, and your stomach sank as you realized he was laughing at you. "I saw you ogle me. You think I'm stupid enough to notice when a chick stares at my dick?"
Your cheeks flushed a bright red. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
His eyes took on a predatory look. "Listen, sweetheart, we can both walk away from this with a good fuck. You in?"
"I wasn't staring at you!" But your quivering voice gave you away, and the slick pooling in your underwear was not helping your case.
A beat passed before he spoke. "Are you lying to me?" His voice dropped. "Don't be a bad girl. Tell daddy the truth."
Your head whipped towards him. He was standing in a power stance. You had never called a guy daddy, but my god was it doing something to you now. You sat yourself up on your knees.
"I'm lying." Your voice came out quiet.
You could cut the tension with a knife.
"I can't hear you, sweetheart."
You swallowed before speaking up. "I said I'm lying."
"I'm lying, what?" He smirked at your quivering voice.
"I'm sorry I lied, daddy."
"Good girl. Come suck my dick." His erection caught your eye from across the room, and your mouth started salivating. You went to stand up, and he yelled stop.
"I want you to crawl."
You gawked at him, but something in your mind made you want to comply. So, crawl you did. You crawled across the cool tile, hissing when you'd crawl on rubble or other shards of material. This was humiliating, but then why was it turning you on so much.
The closer you got, the sooner you realized what you were getting into. A small patch of light, curly brown hair countered his cock. You internally gasped as you took in his size—eight inches, at least, and girthy. A light splattering of freckles decorated his erection. His circumcised tip leaked with a bead of precum. The word pretty ran through your mind, but you didn't dare say that out loud.
You reached him after a couple agonizing seconds, grasping a hand at his cock. Your brain started slipping into some sort of haze as your senses honed in on him. You knew you wanted this.
He lightly slapped your hand away. "Did I say you could start?"
"No, daddy." The answer came out immediately.
"Good girl. Begin." You knew he was testing your boundaries. He had just humiliated you, and you had let him—you hadliked it. Fuck it, you thought, ready to lose yourself in whatever the hell this was.
You took him in your mouth, and he hissed as he felt your tongue circle his leaking tip. You took your time, running your tongue up and down his shaft, alternating between licks and kisses, trying to get as much spit on him as possible. Your hands wrapped around his girthy member, your two hands not even coming close to enveloping it. You closed your eyes as you moved your hands up and down, the spit lubricating your hands. At the same time, your tongue licked his tip.
You dropped your hands and took him back in your mouth. He cursed into the air.
"You're such a filthy whore. Do you just suck any dude's cock who asks?" He taunted as you gagged on his length. You tried to object to his question but he pushed the back of your head onto him, your nose tickling on his pubic hair. You hit his thigh as you choked, tears gathering in your eyes. He released you, and you gagged as you caught your breath.
"You're such a dirty girl." He took your messy state in. "Open up," he commanded, and you scrambled to open your mouth as he pressed his tip to your lips.
Confused when you felt him pull his dick away from your mouth, you realized what he was doing. You closed your eyes as he leaned towards your open mouth and spat in it. You felt your core slick even more, moaning as you swallowed. He nudged for you to take his cock back in your mouth.
Alpha Carl moaned into the air. "Oh, fuck yeah." You whined when you heard the sounds coming out of his mouth.
He grabbed your hair from the back of your scalp and started fucking your mouth at a fast pace. Your hands went to his thighs, and you tried relaxing your throat to take him all.
"Your mouth is only good for this. Swallow."
His thrusts faltered as he came in your mouth, and you swallowed as you felt his cum hit the back of your throat. You let his cock fall out of your mouth with a pop, wiping your watery eyes. He stared at you intensely.
"What a slut. You're not as useless as you seem—why don't you come ride this cock?" He sat himself by a wall.
You stood up and took your underwear and bra off under the scrutiny of his gaze. He whistled. "Your body is banging, babe." You dropped the black undergarments to the side, blushing at the crass compliment.
"Didn't expect you to be fully bald. It works." He commented on the state of your body. You cringed at his words, but cursed yourself as you felt your body react to the praise. "It's not my fault I got a Brazilian—the System froze me like this." Your attempt at a joke was quickly stopped as his face told you to be quiet.
"Be a good whore and just shut the fuck up." You obliged him. "Get over here."
He propped himself against the tile and you walked towards him. He flipped you around so that your ass was facing him. You straddled him and slowly lowered yourself onto his cock—but stopped when you felt a finger prod your entrance. One of his hands held up the underside of your thigh as you felt a long, thick finger slide into you.
"Just as I thought", he laughed, "you're fucking soaked from this."
Your thighs shook from the squat position you were in as he pumped in and out of you, quickly adding a second finger. You moaned in response, tilting your head and upper body back as you actively tried not to fall.
You were so sensitive—you needed him to fuck you now.
His fingers exited you with an obscene squelch, his hand still supporting your thigh up. Holy shit, he's strong. The thought left as you felt him circle your asshole with a finger. His touch was firm, but he didn't penetrate you.
"You ever been touched here before, sweetheart?" Your body betrayed you by moaning. "Let's save it for another time. I want your pussy tonight." You turned your head over your shoulder at him, a desperate look on your face.
"You've waited long enough. Get on daddy's cock." His hands moved to your hips as he guided you onto him. You grabbed his erection to help the aim as his tip slid into you.
Sucking in a breath as you adjusted to his size, you slowly lowered yourself until he bottomed out. Holy shit, how big was he? You heard him speak behind you.
"Move." He commanded. You leaned forward and started bouncing up and down on his cock, your hands each grabbing a thick, muscular thigh. His hands were all over your ass, palming and squeezing at them. You felt him spank you a couple of times, but you started to become lost in the feeling of the fullness of his cock. You rubbed at your clit as you kept up your pace. The heat in your belly grew at the stimulation.
But as soon as you felt yourself get close to your release—he picked you up off his cock. He stood up and ordered you to come to him. He hoisted you up in the air. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and your legs wrapped around his hips. He pressed you against the wall, slapping your clit a couple times with his cock, before slipping himself back into you. Your legs shook in his firm grasp at the pace he was fucking into you at. "Pathetic whore," he grunted in your ear.
Your moans filled the room, varying from pitched breathy sounds to almost screams. While both of his hands were occupied with keeping you supported up, his mouth went to one of your nipples. His tongue circled around and sucked on your rosy bud. You moaned and dug your nails into his shoulder.
He released his mouth with a pop, sneering as he saw your expression. "You like that, sweetheart?" He kept thrusting. "I like hearing these moans a lot more than your voice."
You moaned, even with your cheeks burning from humiliation. Your belly tightened, and you closed your eyes as you came closer to your release.
He recognized the look on your face. You heard him laugh in between grunts. "Don't come until I say so."
In a second, he managed to take you from the wall to the floor without taking himself out of you. Your back pressed into the cool tile, and he lifted your thighs into a mating press. Your lower back naturally came off the floor as he pushed your legs up. Your hand automatically went to your clit, and you started touching yourself. Your other hand grasped at the back of his neck as you lost yourself in his rhythm.
"Oh fuck, yeah. Daddy's close." He gasped out, and your lower belly tightened as your second orgasm neared. "I'm close," you whined into his skin.
He seemed to finally take some pity on you, and you heard him telling you to come over the sounds of him slapping against you.
Everything became too much. Your orgasm was fast and intense. Your eyes closed as the waves of pleasure worked through your body, toes curling in response.
He grunted and pulled himself out, cumming all over your stomach. Your body shook as he looked at his artwork, nodding in satisfaction. "You're a slut, but a good fuck. Let me know if you're down again." He leaned down towards his clothes and tore a piece of his cloak, offering it to you.
You were panting, and breathlessly thanked him as you cleaned yourself up with the piece of cloth. He walked to the other side of the room, gathering your clothes and boots. You were looking at him in disbelief, but he laughed as he thought he caught you staring at his ass. He dropped the bundle of clothes in front of you.
"Did I not fuck you hard enough? I'm down for round two, sweetheart."
You rolled your eyes and went to go dress yourself, pinching your skin to see if you really just had sex with Carl's douchey alter ego. Damn this guy for being a good fuck. Your legs shook as you slipped your underwear on.
You went back to your corner and tried ignoring him while you waited for Geraldo to arrive.
— ♡ —
Carl: Okay. We're sending Geraldo.
After half an hour, you heard the sounds of Kung-Fu while the seal was moving slabs of concrete off the doorway. He moved fast, clearing the door in no time. The seal stuck his head through it. "I've been instructed to free you."
"Hi, Geraldo." The monk seal nodded at you, and seemed to reach out a flipper in your direction.
You stood up and dusted yourself off. You stared at Alpha Carl before heading toward the doorway. This was not going to be a sad sendoff.
"Get out of here," Alpha Carl barked at you. "Before someone else comes looking."
You walked out into the light. You grounded yourself back into whatever the hell had just happened. Behind you, from the doorway, quiet enough that it could have been the building settling.
"Dance, baby." You saw him finger-pointing in the air—the disgust at him intensified as you watched the grown man dance around. Oh what the fuck is wrong with me.
There was nothing to do but go. You kept walking, a little shaky, but your only injury was your bruised ego. You followed Geraldo into the streets, Alpha Carl's laugh haunted you as you tried to put as much distance between you and the totem. This whole thing was between you and the rubble. Nobody else needed to know.