NSFW DRABBLE — coat guy is a virgin, riding, the reader is teasing him & thinks he’s cute, he doesn’t take off his clothes this time, creampie, he cums too fast, reader doesn’t cum + he feels really embarrassed, clit play, don’t worry he’ll finger you later where you can cum, you have to guide him.
A/N — i wrote this last night, this is my first time writing for ninah so im still getting used to it! i hope you guys enjoy.. hehe.. requests r open too!
he let out a shuddering breath, hands gripping the edge of the couch as if it were his last option.
“o—oh, god—“
his breathing was heavy, eyes shut tightly in a poor attempt to compose his thoughts—he couldn’t look at you. he couldn’t. not now.
not when you were rolling your hips against his needily, not when you used him like a mere toy.
your cunt was suffocating, warm, wet, and wrapped tight around him.
he couldn’t handle it; it feels too good in a way that makes his head hurt. his breathing was labored, and his eyes finally fluttered open, making eye contact with you—his eyes glassy in unparalleled pleasure.
“aw,” you cooed. “does it feel good?”
you teased, your hands sliding up his clothed chest, your fingers curling around his scarf to loosen it more, exposing his neck.
he nodded quickly, his fingers digging into the fabric of your couch, causing a stinging feeling to fester, given the fact that some of his fingers were still healing after he ripped his fingernails off. yet, the sting was overshadowed by the boiling hot pressure bubbling in his lower stomach—he’s never done this before. loneliness had followed him all of his life, and with his secret? undressing was practically out of the question, yet you worked your way around his anxieties, simply undoing his pants’ zipper and tugging out his aching cock instead of undressing him.
a gasp left his lips when he felt your teeth bite into the skin of his neck.
his hands came to your waist, holding onto you tightly. “wh—what are you doing?!” he asked quickly, not used to the feeling. he could feel your warm tongue against his skin, a soft moaning leaving his lips.
“i’m just giving you a little mark,” you mumbled.
your lips grazing his skin before you sucked, he leaned his head to the side to give you more access—he whimpered. his eyes shut again as his brows furrowed upward.
this was just too much!
“mm, you like that?”
his cock throbbed.
your arms wrapped around him, like a hug, yet your hips kept bouncing against his dick—his aching cock rubbing against your walls in a way you so desperately missed since this hell started.
he moaned, he doesn’t remember the last time someone had held him—if there even was a time.
his body was cool. for a moment, you wondered if this man was dead, but the idea was simply absurd.
“you feel s’nice..” you drawled, moaning against his jacket.
his arms gripped your hips tighter, his lower belly coiling up tighter and tighter. his balls tensed, his whole body shook. he needed to cum. bad.
“i’m—“ he stuttered, his hips thrusting upward in an uneven pace. he couldn’t help himself.
you let out a muffled moan at his attempts, “you’re what?” you cooed, though you knew exactly what he meant.
“are you gonna cum?” you teased, pulling away from the warm hold you had on his body.
he looked up at you with a dazed expression, nodding quickly. his head felt like it was filled with cotton—you only smiled, moving your hands to the hem of your shirt before you pulled it up to expose your tits.
at the sight of your rounded tits, he threw his head back against the cushion, his body trembling, but now he wasn’t sure if it was simply because of the cold.
your tits bounced with every move of your hips, right in front of his face—he felt like a perverted teenager, but he’s never been able to experience something like this. no one has ever wanted to sleep with him, and even if they wanted to, the moment his shirt came up, he would be left with a lifeless body.
but this?
jesus christ.
he clenched his jaw, teeth girding as he so desperately tried to hold back a little longer—but the noises you made were too hard to ignore.
the soft moans and sighs coupled with the warmth of your tight cunt while your tits bounced? this was any man’s dream, really.
“—fuck!” he cried, voice wavering meekly as hips stilled.
his cum painted your insides quickly, spurting out, hard. can you blame him? he’s never been inside someone in all these years—it’s been built up! his body shivered, chest rising and falling rapidly as his eyes fluttered. overcome with a list of sensations he’s never felt before.
you, on the other hand, continued moving your hips.
not caring how shaky he was, or how his cum stayed inside your cunt, it was cute.
seeing him like this.
he gasped, “i—i’m s’sorry,” he said quickly, his eyebrows furrowed up in worry. “i didn’t mean to—“ he added quickly. his face, for once in his life, felt warm from embarrassment.
he just came inside you with no semblance of self-control, and neither did he ask for permission.
yet, you giggled, “it’s okay,” you replied, leaning down to press a kiss on his cheek.
“i liked it,” you shrugged, your hand finding your puffy clit as you felt his cock softening inside you.
he gulped.
“seeing you moan out like that was really hot, y’know?”
his eyes widened, bewildered. “..really?”
“yeah,”
your hand reached for his, tugging it to your cunt.
“but you didn’t let me cum.”
his eyes glanced down as he felt you push his hand to your cunt, palm pressed against your pubic bone, feeling the hair press against his skin before his fingers trailed down to press against your puffy clit.
your body shivered. “that’s it...” you sighed. “keep rubbing, okay?”
his eyes, still wide and bewildered, moved to look at your face. the blissful look in your face as his fingers rubbed your cunt made his cock twitch weakly inside you.
🩶 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐥 “Coat Guy” Accent & Language — General Headcanons (x Reader:>, mostly fluff)
☆ Note: All the Russian words I write are from Google Translate, so they might be wrong. Please understand 😭💦 also I will call him "Mikhail" from now on in my hc
His English has that low, slightly gravelly Slavic tone, words sound measured, deliberate, like he’s not used to talking much. His consonants are sharp, but his vowels are drawn just a little too long.
His accent is subtle when he’s calm, but it thickens when he’s frustrated, emotional, or tired. When angry or protective, his Russian slips through instinctively, muttered curses, quick sharp phrases you can barely catch.
When speaking Russian, his voice seems softer, more natural. English feels like armor, but Russian feels like home. You can feel the difference — like he’s revealing a hidden, gentler part of himself.
He starts teaching you simple words — спасибо (spasibo), да (da), нет (nyet) — not because you ask, but because he finds it comforting to hear you repeat them in your accent. It’s his way of sharing something from his old life.
Sometimes he corrects you quietly, guiding your pronunciation with a low chuckle, “No, no, not ‘nyet’, it’s nyet— you make it too gentle… though I like it.”
Pet names bonus? Russian has so many soft-sounding affectionate nicknames, and even if he’s the cold type, he’d occasionally use them, sometimes to comfort, sometimes to tease.
Солнышко (Solnyshko) — “little sun,” something he’d only murmur when you bring warmth to his mood.
Зайка (Zayka) — “bunny” said teasingly if you’re too stubborn or cute for your own good.
Милая/Милый (Milaya/Milyy) — “dear” or “sweet one”, whispered when he’s tired and letting his walls down.
His English sentences sometimes drift into Russian mid-way, especially when he’s distracted or emotional. You’d have to ask what it means later, and he’ll just sigh softly, “You don’t need to know, it was… nothing.” But you know it wasn’t “nothing”.
Over time, you pick up phrases just from being around him — and when you try to surprise him by replying in Russian, his expression actually softens into something rare and warm. “Ты понимаешь…?” (You understand?) He smiles faintly. “Heh. Maybe I should watch what I say, then.”
His handwriting alternates between Latin and Cyrillic letters depending on his mood or language of thought.
He makes quiet references to Russian poems or songs maybe something from his past, said almost absently while staring out into the snowy void. You can tell those memories mean something.
You wake up to the news of the sun trying to kill all of us and the news of people killing eachother. Exsept they're not really people... they look like people and some talk like people.
An odd women with a cat had showed up at your door step. You took the cat and blasted the womans upper body off. The smell of iron filling your living room. The sight of the gore making to gag, plus knowing you now had to clean that up for the abnomally tall man who was also in the room.
After draging the body out side and scrubbing the wall and floors. Nothing could fix the small holes in the wall from the shot gun blast. You flushed the blooding water down the toilet, apligizing to the Stoner.
"Anything to keep us safe, right?" You only nodded watching the toilet flush.
knock knock...
knockknockknockknockknock...
The second round of knocks sounded extremly panicked. You shared a look with the Stoner before moving to the door pulling your shot gun off your back. Looking through the peep hole. A man with his mouth sewed shut made your eye widen, heart race. You spoke with your chest, trying to sound like you weren't shaking in place.
"Why do you have that on your mouth."
The mans eyes widen, clearly sighing in relief.
"MMPHF! MM MPHF!"
He clearly couldn't answer.
"Just come in."
You open the door quickly, holding the cat back with your foot. Once you feel him pressing himself though the gap your body allowed. As his full body came through the door, you quickly closed it with your back, gun rised right at his head. He looked at you with fear, eyes looking right into the berrel of the gun.
He threw his hand in the air, "MMPHF MPFH!" He furiously shook his head.
You glance at the Stoner peaking his head not so sudennly out the bathroom. You nodded Wireface, telling him to walk into a room. He seemed to get the point and walked into the hall closet tucking himself between your sweeters you'll never use again. You nodded again closing the door.
You finally let you nervers rest, sighing and sholders droping. You quickly ran to your beasment getting you wire cutters and a glass of water, so you could questioned him. You tapped the door to the closet and opened it. He was still tucked between your sweeters gettig a better look at him. He had purple-ish hair and deep green eyes, eyes that had large bags. His eyes watched you hands with the items. He looked up seeing a small smile. The first shed of kindness in a while.
He slowly took the items, with that you turned to the bathroom grabbing the first aid under the counter. You came back to the cloest as he removed the last wire and taking to large glup of water.
"Gsrh rh z mrtsgnziv! Gsvb HVDVW NB NLFGS HSFG! Qfhg yvxzfhv gsvb wlmg fmwvihgzmw nv..." He said in a language to you couldn't understand. He moved the hair out of his face sighing at the look on your face.
"What language is that?" you asked hoping he'd get some of it.
"R wl mlg fmwvihgzmw blf. Dszg xzm dv wl? Nzpv fk hlnv prmw lu xlnnlm ozmtfztv?"
You two just staered at eachother... the only sound was the light above them and eachothers breething. He was taller than you by only two or three inches. Time seemed to move at a snails pace.
Sighing you finally choice to guess. "Hungerin? I'm sorry I don't understand you. I'm sorry..."
Wireface only covered his mouth tucking himself again in your sweaters.
"This is gonna be weird but I need to see your eyes." You pointed your eyes "Eyes." You pointed at your eyes then his.
"Vbvh? R hgroo wlmg tvg dsb blf ziv wlrmt zoo gsrh... Gsv SUHN xzm yfim blfi ivgrmz. R wlmg LUK zg gsv SUHN." He pulled his eye down showing his green eyes. "Cizab wlnzm…"
You nodded backing out closing the door, handing him the first aid. He grabbed the door pulling it open agian with the glass of water.
I would say he’s about 6,2 ft, a bit on the chubbier side.
Born with dark brown hair (as most of us Georgians are), and decided to dye it purple as he grew up into a teenager (purple is definitely his favorite colour).
As a child, he probably always got compliments about his wide, green, bug-eyed eyes.
A very kind person internally, he is a very empathetic speaker, and even so, he is highly reactive, often shouting words when stressed.
When under less stress, he is surprisingly good-natured and probably a very emotionally intelligent person. Even in the game, he displays a great amount of patience for the language barrier between himself and the Protagonist, trying to understand him by picking up words and attempting to use them where he can.
He seems to be a very positive person, having the slightest amount of hope for trying to take a train and get back to Georgia.
He fears medical staff, since his face has been sewn shut in a way similar to what his attacker(s) did to him (that is why he refuses to come inside the house if the Surgeon is present) :((
Definitely isn’t a violent person, such a sweetheart. Even when he approaches the door in-game, his cheeks seem to be wet with tears (MY POOR BABY)…
Wireface also speaks about how he goes to psychiatrists, trying to understand their viewpoints about him. He is naturally curious, respectful, and has a strong sense of justice!
He is a very artistic person, likes music (specifically jazz, from when I listened to his in-game Georgian dialogue), and photography. He has an earring also that was given to him by his dear friend, which he misses very much:((
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Relationship headcanons: SFW
When it comes to his sexuality, I don’t think he labels it - first-come, first-served kind of guy! Since the game is taking place in post-Soviet Russia (and since he is from post-Soviet Georgia), I don’t think he discusses it publicly, probably just says he’s straight.
He’s a sweetheart. I think he would adore handmade gifts, tiny things that you remember about him, just the minute details.
In terms of activities, he would love going to the movies with you, chilling at home to read a book together, or just listening to music.
Definitely loves cuddling up with you and adores physical affection from his loved ones. Also, he’s 100% the big spoon (or the little one, he goes both ways hehehe).
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Relationship headcanons: NSFW
I wouldn’t say he’s too experienced; he probably has had a few flings or relationships here and there.
He’s a clean guy, other than the small yellowish tint to his teeth and a bit of hair (AWOOGAA). His nails are always cut and cleaned, occasionally shaves his face, and maybe his armpits once in a while.
HE HAS A HAPPY TRAIL. END OF STORY. His chest is also a bit hairy, and regarding his smell, he is musky. LIKE… A MANLY KIND OF MUSK, YK?
Down there, he occasionally trims his hair (colour is probably #1c1103) to stay a bit clean. Uncut, and a bit more than average size (I would say 6.4 inches while erect, and 3.9 while soft). Definitely on the girthier side. His tip is #b58694 and shaft is #967e72.
In terms of positions, he prefers something intimate and close, like missionary or a slow mating press. He loves taking his time with you. When he’s feeling a bit hornier or is running on a tight schedule, he’ll do doggy, and nobody can tell me otherwise (IN THE STORAGE ROOM COME ONNN)...
He also loves when you ride him, giving him a full view.
He’s sloppy, like super sloppy. Kisses you sloppily, fucks you sloppily, eats you out sloppily, you name it. He’s messy with it, too.
I think he’s a learner: tell him what you like and he’ll do it.
Wireface loves giving, but… He also loves receiving. Give him head, and that man is whining your name, desperately fucking his hips into your mouth.
No self-restraint and very vocal.
His cum is super sticky and has a very creamy/milky colour (#e8e0d5).
Stamina-wise, I think he could go for one or two rounds, maybe even three if he’s feeling it.
Kinks? Yeah… I don’t know. He’d try anything, I guess, but it’s definitely a turn-off if it’s hurting you. Maybe an occasional spank on the ass or slightly, but desperately pulling on your hair while doing doggy, nothing more.
a sequel to this, more guests and neighbours are crushing on you BAD
❥ sfw ꕀ headcanons ꕀ gender neutral reader ꕀ these all assume that the reader is another guest in the protagonist's house rather than being a homeowner themselves. it complicates the crushes/chances of getting together if it's not your home, you get me???
❥ starring the immortal man, bar guy, pale intruder, vigilante, and blinded man. taking requests for part 3!
IMMORTAL MAN
✦ 'crush' is a flimsy word for how yakob feels about you. he recognizes you from another life, and that's why he is drawn to you. his goal is to relearn you, not 'get to know' you.
✦ "there you are. i was getting worried you wouldn't make it. you're tougher than i gave you credit for." is the first thing he says to you. and you're like... what? who??? hello???--?
✦ he's touchy. slinging an arm around you or blotting food from your lips mid-conversation like it's nothing.
✦ but... sometimes yakob says things that make you wonder if he does know you from another life. you do not recognize this man, he is a stranger to you, yet he'll casually mention one of your quirks or memories with a sly grin on his face.
✦ you turn your nose up at a shoddy apocalypse meal and he'll joke about how the days of eating [your favourite food] with [your favourite toppings] and [favourite drink], and [favourite dessert] are long gone. he thinks it's cute when you're bewildered.
✦ "i thought you said it's romantic for a man to remember the little things?" is his go-to response whenever you ask how he knows such intimate details about you. which you never said to him either, but his confidence convinces you.
✦ asks random questions about you, to see if anything's changed between lives. it leads to some interesting conversations. you're wearing a blue shirt, he'll ask "blue suits you pretty damn well. is green still your favourite?" yes he is the mf to ask his crush for their favourite colour.
✦ it hurts that you don't recognize him. when you aren't looking, he stares at you like a pathetic yearning dog as he memorizes your features and falls in love with you all over again.
✦ when he's drunk, he's more desperate and nosy than his cocky sober self. "you really look at me and feel nothing? look into my eyes. no- just- just look, without looking away- you've gotta recognize something. c'mon, i knew it was you before you said a word to me. i don't feel familiar at all? you're sure?"
✦ please return this man's feelings 😭🙏 even if you don't understand or believe in the whole immortality thing, just stay by his side please
BAR GUY
✦ yesenin thought crushes were a fleeting thing of the past. he fully believed he's too miserable to consider romance, that everyone is too crazy for love.
✦ after a few drinks and heart-to-heart conversations, he's smitten and takes his jaded thoughts about love back. your answers always seem to comfort him, even if you're just stating your mind. he likes hearing you talk.
✦ if you get a hangover after your drunken chats, he'll take care of you and will give the homeowner a MOUTHFUL if he tries to test you for signs while you're vulnerable.
✦ when the homeowner checks you for signs in general, yesenin will use his height to intimidate him. he won't let anyone give you a hard time. he's very gentlemanly, offering you a drink the moment you homeowner leaves you two alone.
✦ if you don't drink, he'll be confused but find a way to admire you from it. "you want to be sober when you die, not shitfaced. i see you have lots of dignity left. ha.. you have a heart still."
✦ he will absolutely read you poems from his book, picking out the ones written about lovers. "ahem. i'd like to read you a poem that reminded me of you. you have lots in common with the author's muse.. it says they got married. lucky bastards."
✦ he's the most upfront about his feelings. he's mature and understands how dangerous the world is, that keeping secrets is unnecessary stress.
✦ after a few days of knowing you he'll calmly tell you: "i enjoy our talks more than any other, my good friend. your face, your voice, everything about you keeps me sane. i have to confess now. what if we don't live to see tomorrow? i can't take my feelings for you to my grave, even if it's all so pointless. it'd be insanity to not acknowledge your beauty while people are being gunned down for their teeth and eyes."
PALE INTRUDER
✦ the homeowner answers the door one night and you hear an eerie voice from the porch describing you. you didn't know it, but somebody has been stalking you long before you sheltered in this home.
✦ obviously, you aren't going to be thrown outside and offered to the pale man. so he asks for you every night, when the homeowner answers the door. "i know they're inside. who are they to you? nobody. but to me? ahh.. everything. it's no good that you keep them from me, but i can't forget my manners and break into a full house..."
✦ if you sleep near a window, the sound of scratching wakes you up.
✦ "open the blinds. oooopen sesame." once he knows you're awake. he's determined. "nobody in this house will notice if you slip out. what's keeping you in this purgatory? survival? they'll turn on you soon. me, i would never! i'm riiiight here. come out, where you belong!"
✦ the pale intruder will pspspsps you like you're a cat. you think you're going nuts, hearing cooing noises coming from the walls, but it's him trying to serenade you.
✦ he's always outside. where's the vigilante when you need him 💀
✦ you're almost used to the constant scratching, mewing, whistling, humming, and thumping on nights where he yearns for you particularly bad.
✦ one night, you linger near the peephole after the homeowner goes to bed. the pale man is on the other side, and he flaunts himself for you like a male peacock. he wants you to look at him and convince you that he's cozier than the house you're holed up in.
✦ he also wants you to become a super visitor. "you could get a body like mine if you open the door. i know you don't like your current one, despite it making me ravenous. why delay the inevitable?" ew ew okay he's licking the peephole
✦ "stop playing with your breakable hands. you know what to do... the doorknob is right there." hold on, how does he know that you're fidgeting with your hands if the door is shut? is he that much of a stalker that he knows all your quirks?
✦ you open the windows one morning and blood is smeared on the glass in the crude shape of a cartoon heart. he doesn't know your initials, but he'd have written them if he did. he's corny enough to coat his lips in somebody's blood and leave a mockery of lipstick stain on the window.
✦ "i 🫀 u" with an Actual Human Heart stuck on the windowsill. lovely!
VIGILANTE
✦ crush? he's not gonna call it that. he's not 12 anymore. but you're too special for him to just call you jackass or visitor like everybody else....
✦ he's kept in the neighborhood by 3 things: his brother's burnt house with memories attached to it, the pale intruder who's all over tv, and the hermit's house with his favourite survivor in it.
✦ he brings you stuff from his expeditions. beer, enerjeka, cigarettes, lighters, knives, jewelry looted from VISITORS... when the homeowner answers the door, he makes it clear it's for YOU. "don't let anybody else get their filthy paws on this. i'll blow their heads off."
✦ yes, even if he thinks someone is human, he will shoot them if you say you couldn't drink your gift from him because a guest took it from the fridge. even if it's a total misunderstanding. even if the guest is a totally normal person who apologizes and promises they'll be more careful next time. "i risked my fuckin' neck to bring them that shit! you think i play around when it comes to them?!"
✦ he's... more lenient when it comes to testing you. if you show a symptom of being a visitor, he treats it as if he noticed a sign on himself- making you fix it immediately then snarkily telling you to be careful.
✦ he's so corny after checking your eyes and seeing bits of red. "red eyes, huh? me too. justice never sleeps.. but you better get some shuteye if you wanna survive a visitor attack."
✦ like the protagonist in part 1 of my crush series, he keeps your aura photo in his pocket. "heh, is this your way of tellin me you were a supermodel before shit went down? ...don't ask for it back. it's my lucky rabbit's foot."
✦ he doesn't believe in auras and thinks it's nonsense, but he looks at it like a husband staring at his spouse while dying in a war lmao.
✦ if anyone in the wild asks who that is and why he stares at their photo on his smoke breaks, he hits them with "none of your fuckin' business. you think i'd tell you who they are and let the visitors get them?! no way.. you're one of them! you can't trick me!"
✦ probably wouldn't 'date' you because love is a weakness to him and he's too busy, but he will always come back to the house and check on you.
✦ he's paranoid that you'll get attacked by a visitor. his mind has deluded him into thinking you won't ever turn into one and you're human like him. when he checks you, he comments about you needing more muscle instead of you passing his tests. shooting you isn't a goal of his.
✦ depending on whether you consider yourself strong or weak, he either checks on you because you have a fire inside you that he loves and needs to keep lit... or, if you're weaker, it's because you're not built for this type of world and you're his little responsibility. his prettiest problem fr
BLINDED MAN
✦ he wishes so badly he could see you. he makes excuses to touch your face so he can map it and visualize your appearance in his head. "whoa! i didn't see you there- i mean, well, i didn't hear your voice coming from there..." he chuckles, knowing damn well he purposefully cupped your cheek while chatting and that was no accident.
✦ or he'll slip in questions about your appearance while talking with you at the table. "my hair has never been so long, at least i have no bangs to worry about... haha, what about you? can you relate?"
✦ anytime somebody walks into the kitchen, he perks up in case it's you. he's disappointed whenever it's not. if you see him biting his lip while you're talking and walking at the same time, that's him trying to memorize the sound and pattern of your footsteps.
✦ you are the one person he doesn't talk to about IT. he doesn't want to burden you with its existence, meanwhile he sounds like a rambling madman to everyone else.
✦ the topic only arises if you bring it up first, checking in on him. he tries to deflect your questions because he likes you. "i cannot stop IT from spreading like a plague. no one can. but... i can keep it at bay right here, right now. hey, would you rather have a runny nose forever or a sore throat forever? aha... just because, i mentioned plagues, and you seem to care a lot about me getting sick.."
✦ he's building up the courage to reach for your hand one day. you've checked his sockets and he grabbed at you as a reaction to the pain, but he doesn't count that. he's picturing you two talking and he links hands with you as an affectionate gesture.. but it's so nerve-wracking to him.
✦ he thought he was doomed the moment he laid eyes on IT, that the rest of his sorry existence would be spent warning people and toiling away. but your conversations with him make him feel like his old self. the first person to give him butterflies after thinking he could only feel nauseous dread.
part 2 took a while because this is my first time writing for these guys x___x if they're ooc you saw nothing. if you enjoyed then yiipeee
...can you do bar guy x reader smut ok thank you goodbye
sometimes writing about this man is so difficult but THE SIZE KINK GOES HARD......
bar guy x gn!reader | smut
"oh... fuck—" he gasped, both hands on your sides as he was looming over you. your eyes were half lidded and right now, seeing you in this position made him tense immediately.
"love... can you...?" you wanted to ask him to keep going. because he had stopped his thrusts and you hated when he edged you this way.
but this wasn't about him edging you –at least not on purpose–. instead, he had just seen how small you were compared at him.
he felt sick, honestly. a little creeped out by his own mind, feeling like a weirdo for feeling so turned on by the idea and how his hips did a slow and involuntarily thrust that made you hiss.
"keep.. keep going..." you whined. he looked down and he hide in your neck, starting to move his hips more quick, with ragged breaths against your skin.
you could barely think— he was rubbing all the good spots inside that you couldn't manage to grasp a thought.
"ah— ngh— ah~— haah!"
"yes, yes... fuck, yes, mhm..!"
he felt obsessed. the simple sound of the bed creaking under both of you, with you moaning just because he was taller and stronger... made him go quicker, feeling dizzy.
the slap of skins made you worry, maybe someone would hear, so your hand went down to silence it, but his left hand grabbed your wrist and pushed it on top of your head.
"no. we stay like this." he growled against your mouth, kissing you desperately and without any doubt, you opened your lips so he could claim what was his.
because you were his.
"please— please..!" you didn't knew what you were even begging for. you never begged— but right now? you begged him to don't stop, you just couldn't finish your words!
he didn't really mind, he didn't want to stop either and right now, it was like an animal was fucking you with the force he put in every thrust.
you tried to speak, but another big thrust made you tremble and all you could do was grab the sheets under you.
"gonna... cumming—" you heard him, or maybe it was you because as your legs shook, you felt him trembling against you and taking ragged breaths.
you let out a miserable whimper as he looked down at his member pulsing inside you.
Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of Wireface's mouth (ouch)
Synopsis: Y/N decides to let Wireface into her home
Hello Hello! My writing's a bit rusty but I got inspired to write something after getting into this game, I hope you like! Let me know if you want a part 2. Feel free to request Wireface fics:)
Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, her shotgun lying close by to her left. Curtains drawn, her only light was the news on TV. It was always the same thing. Sun still scorching, visitors still among humans. Y/N sighed anxiously, fiddling with the hem of her lumpy blue sweater. It was weeks into this routine she had been doing. Checking strangers at her door, letting in who she felt was safe and checking in on them in the coming days, following the signs FEMA has been telling everyone.
The homeowner had always been a companionate caring person which only made it harder for her to turn people away, and even more difficult to accept that she might have to shoot the people she had invited in and gotten to know.
Her home was currently a house of 4.
The neighbours daughter. A sweet girl that Y/N knew well before the world had turned to shit. She does her best to keep the child entertained and distracted from the horrors outside. It doesn’t always work. Sometimes Y/N just sits with her as she cries. She gives her the space to be upset, asks questions about her Dad. Although Y/N wants to keep her spirits up, it's not healthy for her to always keep in what she's feeing.
A very tall man occupies the living room sofa. He enjoys drinking the beer from the fridge and is very blunt. The homeowner knows he often disagrees with the decisions she makes. Y/N didn’t like to think about that fact much, probably because on some level she knows she's too soft.
The newest addition, a grieving woman with vibrant blue hair. Y/N was apprehensive to let her in when she saw the dead body on the lady’s back, but she couldn’t blame her for keeping her husband's body. Y/N couldn’t imagine leaving the body of a loved one somewhere in the world to rot and burn in the scorching sun.
A house of 4. Well, 5 if you include the cat.
Y/N got up from her bed and peaked through the curtains. It was night. She took a deep breath in and then out.
Right, lets go again.
She grabbed her shotgun and put it on her back as she headed into the hallway. Peeking into the kitchen, Y/N could see the little girl sleeping across two chairs. She slowly closed the door to not wake her up.
The woman in the bathroom could be heard weeping. Y/N decided to leave her be.
Finally, she checks on the tall man. He was sitting in his usual spot on the sofa. The cat was curled up on his lap, purring as he pet them.
"Hey." Y/N said quietly. The man lifted one hand up to greet her. "You two okay in here?" He nodded.
"Are you gonna start manning the door for the night?"
"Yeah. I was just checking on everyone before people started knocking." The man looked back down at the cat.
"You need to be more carful with who you let in here." Y/N sighed. Here we go. "Last person you let in could've killed me easily."
"Yeah I know I know I'm really really sorry about that it's just- she had a cat okay? And don't tell me you don't love the cat."
"The Cat is better company than most other people that have been in this house. But I'd rather have no cat and no visitors. You cannot be kind in this world we now live in, it could get us all killed." Y/N pursed her lips. It felt like getting lectured by a parent. She turned to leave.
"I know okay. It's hard. I'm trying." She put her hand on the doorknob and turned. "Get some sleep. It's late." She left the living room and headed over to the front door.
I hate when he gets like that.
Y/N leaned against the wall by the front door and folded her arms. She stared at the wall opposite for a few minutes before someone knocked.
The first person of the night was a large middle aged woman, her hair in a ponytail. She seemed cheerful at first. She reminded Y/N of how some of her Mom's friends were when she was a kid. But the more they chatted, the more Y/N was convinced that there was something off about her.
She decided to not let her in. The woman became irritated and angry but ultimately left.
Y/N let out a heavy sigh as she leaned away from the peephole. She slapped her hands to her face and groaned into them as her head tilted back.
Ughhhh fuck. It’s fine. The suns only just set, if she's human she's got plenty of time to find another shelter.
Another knock. Y/N stood up straight and took a deep breath in.
As she holds her eye up to the peephole, she hears a muffled voice. She can’t make out the words, which she thought was weird because she's never had trouble hearing people through the door before. Looking at the man at her doorstep, he seemed to be around her age, quite tall with dark curly hair. It looked like there was something on his mouth. It’s not clear what it is through the peephole. Y/N just stares at him for a minute, trying to understand what she was looking at.
“Mmmph. Mmmmmmmmph?!” The man makes another noise. Y/N realises he’s still waiting for a response.
“Y-Yes?”
“Mmmph?”
“Yes hello? Are you okay?” The man points at his mouth and shakes his head. “You can’t talk?” He repeats his action. Y/N takes her eye away from the peephole and debates on what to do.
This is really weird. The news didn’t say anything about visitors not being able to talk, and that would be a pretty easy sign to spot.
She looks at him again, scanning the rest of his body.
He looks okay otherwise…maybe I should tell him to leave just to be safe.
Y/N then looks back at his face.
Is he crying?
She opens her door a crack so she can get a better look at him, poking the end of the shotgun out the gap just to be safe. The man's eyes widen as he makes eye contact with the weapon. He slowly raises his hands in fear. Y/N examines him. His face is puffy, tears falling down his cheeks. Around his mouth is red. Y/N can finally see what’s stopping him from speaking. She blinks, her tone a mix of concern and confusion.
“Your mouth…. there’s wires in your mouth.” Why is his mouth wired shut? Did someone do this to him. Why would they do that? Is it because he's dangerous?
The man gives Y/N a pleading look. It looks so painful. Every small mouth movement seems to pull at the skin around his lips. Y/N couldn't take seeing someone like this. She opens the door fully and steps to the side. “Come in, quickly.” She gestures for him to enter.
The man scurries in. He looks nervously around the hallway as Y/N locks the door and puts her shotgun on her back. She grabs the stranger's wrist and heads to the storage room, quickly passing the living room. She knew the tall man would not be fond of this guy.
Once in the storage room, Y/N closes the door behind them and points to a spot on the floor as she looks for something. “You can sit down there.” He stays standing for some reason, looking a bit confused. Y/N looks back at him and points again. “You can sit.” She repeats with a comforting tone. He sits this time.
Y/N finds her toolbox and takes out a pair of pliers. She doesn’t notice Wireface shuffling nervously. She mumbles to herself. “Where did I put that- oh here it is.” She picks up her first aid kit.
Wireface’s eyes widen. He scrambles to the back left corner as the sight of the green box with the recognisable white symbol on the front. Y/N’s head darts around at the sudden movement. The man was shaking, flailing his arms, making distressed noises. She puts the box and pliers back down and holds her hands up. “Woah woah woah hey hey hey it’s okay-“
She crouches down to be eye level with him. He was still shaking as he watched her. “I didn’t mean to- I-I just want to help you.” Y/N explained in a soft tone. She scanned his face, trying to understand the extreme reaction. Her eyebrows furrowed. “You can hear me right?” His face didn’t change.
Is he deaf? Hard of hearing? He might be. He doesn’t seem to react to what I say.
Y/N stood back up slowly. Wireface watched her intently, trying to predict if she was going to grab the first aid kit again.
I don't think he's gonna let me do anything to him tonight. I’ll leave him be.
"You should get some rest. You've probably been out there for hours right?" The man still didn't react. Y/N put her hands in a praying position and put them on the side of her tilted head. "Sleep?" Wireface nodded. "Okay, I'll come check on you in the morning then."
The homeowner turned to leave, she glanced at the first aid kit as she left.
I'll try again tomorrow. I can't leave him like that. Poor guy.
Can u make a fanfic w the pale man and the reader was engaged to him b4 the world was basically ending but he died before they could get married and he comes back as a visitor sorry if u can't understand I've just had this on my mid forever 😭
Hey, yeah I can totally do this <3. Sorry if I’ve taken a while, I’ve been busy all day lol. I get it, it might be a little different than what u wanted tho, but I hope it’s still good. (Might seem rushed near the end, sorry)
TW: angst? Kinda? Monster x human + bonus fluffy Headcanons at the end (Reader perspective)
Do you recognise me?
(Intruder/pale man x reader)
you've been sitting at your kitchen window for a while now, head in your hands whilst you stared at the ring on your ring finger. The moonlight casted from the window onto the table, this was usually the time you'd busy yourself with answering the door for people, but nobody came tonight. You got lost in your thoughts, thinking about the past, and what could have been.
You remember it all. The day you met, all the way to the day he left home to get some things, but never came back. Something in the back of your mind keeps telling you he died out there, maybe the sunlight got to him, or maybe something else killed him. But you force yourself to think positively. Perhaps he found shelter somewhere else. Perhaps he was safe. But god, he left a long time ago, and by now, your worry had gotten to you.
Staring at your ring, lost in thought, you missed the rather large shadow passing by your window. But a knock at your door snapped you out of your thoughts. You stood up and collected yourself before walking to the door. Turns out people were gonna come tonight, though you weren't overjoyed by the fact. You already had a few people staying with you, you didn't want a full house..
You managed to get lost in thought even as you were walking to the door. then again, you could ask anyone staying with you and they'd all say you were a bit.. distant. Though who wouldn't be when their possibly dead fiancé was nowhere to be found?
You sighed and looked through the peephole, the sight through it making you step back with widened eyes. what.. was that..? I mean, obviously it was a visitor, but- it was so...
You nervously went back to look again, freaked out at the man standing there. For some reason, you almost recognised him... Almost. "Howdy!" The man started, his eerily wide smile prominent on his face. "Nice night, huh? Been pretty quiet." He was friendly, no.. no, he was acting friendly. Fuck, he looked like your fiancé. No- it can't be him. it's not possible. He scared you, that you knew.
"I'm not letting you in.." You said, sounding frightened despite trying to hide it. His features shifted, like something connected in his mind at your voice. He had a response planned, but your familiarity made the words escape his mind before he could get them out. He leaned forward a bit, but he kept that creepy smile. "...Say, you alone?" He decided to just skip to the main reason he was there, but his curiosity was piqued. As he just figured out who you were, he decided he had to get in. it was you. he finally found you.
"N-no. No, I'm not. now go away.. please." You said nervously, frightened by the question. HE was intimidating, and the fact that he looked so much like him scared you further for some reason. His smile dropped, but he picked it back up after a minute. "Hm. You're not lying. Still, care to let me in?" He asked, disregarding your request for him to leave. with people in the house it'd be more difficult but he wasn't going to give up. "No way, just go away. I've got a gun." you replied, a slight shake in your voice. There was no real threat to your statement, even if you had to use it you got all shaky anytime you aimed it at anyone.
"Fun!" He smiled, not threatened much at all. "You should let me in, it's awfully hot out here. After all, I've been searching for you for so long. It'd be rude to keep me out, yes?" He said, stepping closer by one step to try and see through the peephole himself to see you, but obviously it didn't work. The question was a test, to see if you'd recognise him. Naturally, he could barge in, but he didn't want that to be how he went about this.
"What?" you muttered, furrowing your eyebrows as you decided to take a good look at him despite the slight disgust at the way his skin sort of covered him like a blanket instead of fitting.. He did look eerily similar to your fiancé. God, you must be an idiot.. But if you die, then at least you won't have to deal with the heat, right? "f.. Fuck, fine." You didn't even consider the other people in the house.
He was surprised that was all it took. Maybe it was desperation? fear? impulse? either way, he was glad to be inside.
It was strange how the days after went. He managed to make you realise it was him, not a monster imitating him or wearing his skin. It went his way, he got to love you the way he couldn't whilst he was gone, and you clung to him most of the day once you stopped being scared. Of course, the other people living with you were horrified, living on edge since you found it sensible to just let this visitor in. He swore to not kill them, but they don't believe him. He does go out at night sometimes and come back bloody, but honestly? you don't care. You're just happy to have your lover back.
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Fluff Headcanons
he still has your wedding ring on his hand. When he came back as a visitor he still had it on and never took it off.
you make him wear a shirt, but its still hot so your sensible about it. He wears them because your his lover and he's just.. so in love with you.
you could tell him to go outside during the day, and he would without question. do you do that? no, but he would if you did.
like i said in the story, you two are pretty much attached to the hip all day. he's more.. scary through it, since he stares at anyone who gets too close or adds some snarky comment. You just hold onto him, slightly scared he'll leave again, or you'll wake up and this would be a dream.
most would think he's solely just a creepy, heartless monster. but you know he's actually very sweet in private, when its just the two of you in bed.
when he came back, he forgot how to kiss and hug, and most of the basics really. but you're happy to teach him how.
