ghost:
your clingy boyfriend just wants to be closer to you, he wants to be inside you. literallysuch a sweet boy with mommy issues, just wanting to be taken care of :(
doesn't wanna commit yet and go the full way...
stop being so clingy! he was trying to do some paperwork :/
so incredibly jealous ghost coded
surprising you when he comes back home but you have a meal for him prepared :)
soap:
don't even need to take your panties off fully, just push them aside!<
pretty red tights are getting ripped off tonight 😊
whilst soap fucks u hard and merciless, ghosts fat cock is throbbing in ur mouth :(
he can't stay away from ur pretty lips
gaz:
he likes recording your puffy pussy when you cum like your own paparazzi! don't worry, he'll lick it up afterwards
his pretty cowgirl riding that dick like she owns it 😵
late night after the whole teams' at the bar, you 2 sneak back to his car...
staying in a tent for a mission...this close...is never a good idea
price:
price stuffing his thick dick in you after you 'joked' about breaking up :(he's gonna be deployed for awhile, why not make the most of it?
he DID promise good aftercare, don't blame him
halloween mission gone wrong! :(
your weight is no match for him
alejandro:
average alejandro camera roll smh
he loves seeing u wet all over, and a mark on how much he's done
titty man :)
sleepover at ale's barrack after dinner
rudy:
he missed feeling you, so soft and plushy - better than a pillow <3he was too shy to say anything so thank god you removed it
typa shit rudy's on
pussy so soft and healthy
eating that puffy pussy like it's the last supper
Summary - Therapy. It's to get you better for something you don't really understand, not yet at least. Dr Easterman has put himself forward to support you, to get you to your best possible self. But, you've never met him. It's difficult to visualise therapy that's tailored to your specific needs if you never meet the Doctor claiming its success.
Just how long have you been in the sleep room?
Let the trials begin.
Pairings - Dr. Easterman (Outlast)/Reader, Night Hunter (Outlast)/Reader, Leland Coyle/Reader, Pusher (Outlast)/Reader, Franco Barbi/Reader, Skinner man (Outlast)/Reader, Clyde Perry (Outlast)/ Reader, Phyllis Futterman l Mother Gooseberry/ Reader
Cast - F!Reader/You, Dr. Easterman, Leland Coyle, Night Hunter, Franco Barbi, Pusher, Phyllis Futterman | Mother Gooseberry, Emily Barlow, Cornelius Noakes, Clyde Perry, Alice Avellanos, Moses Scarfiotti
Full Tags - (will be updated as the fic progresses) Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, (Slow burn with Easterman) Canon-Typical Violence, Smut, Canon-Typical Behavior, Yandere! Behaviour, Nightmares, Manipulation, fem!reader, Trial-typical violence, Derogatory Names, Porn With Plot, Mentions of bloody bodily fluids, Mentions of self harm, Depictions of Death/Gore/Blood/Violence/Non-con/RapeGun(s)Derogatory phrases, Stalking, Drug Abuse, Alcohol, Conspiracy, Sexual assault/Non-consensual Oral sex/Sexual harassment/Victim blaming/Slut shaming/Sexual abuse, Unprotected Sex, Racism/Misogyny/Oppression/Physical abuse/Emotional abuse/Gaslighting/Forced feeding, References to self harm, Mentions of Pregnancy, Sexual diseases, Penis in vagina sex/Vaginal sex/Cunnilingus/BDSM/Blood play/Breast play/Mating press/Electrical shocking/Infantilism/Thigh fucking/Intercrural sexFacial/Pearl necklace/Dry nursing/Mommy kink/Tentacles/Tentacle masturbation/Drugged sex/Hallucinations/Spanking/With belt/ Strap on attachment/Dildo, Masturbation/Genital rubbing/Blow job/Dry humping/Cigarette burning/Hair pulling/Anal sex/Anal fingering/No lube/Electrical shocking/Vaginal Fingering, Restraints, Dubious Consent
Divider by @/diviniyae
The comics
A/N - Hey there! This is my first time jumping into the outlast world and I'm loving it! So here is a multi chapter fic showcase, plot and usual Outlast trials shenanigans! I hope you like it! 🤗
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DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of the characters. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).
Daddy sub price who pushes you against the desk and breathes out against your lips how much daddy missed his boy and his boy's pretty cock, then begging you to let daddy help his boy relax as he goes to his knees.
Daddy Sub Price who will happily bounce on your cock when you're too tired to have sex, whispering in your ear how good you are for daddy and to just let him take care of you. He will make you cum so many times you pass out, unable to tell between being awake and asleep with his warm cum filled hole clinging to your cock and his rumbling voice moaning about how good you are for daddy.
Daddy Sub price but he's drooling around your cock and every breath he's able to take he spends it on begging you to use daddy's throat harder, he can take it, you earned a nice reward and he wants to spoil his boy rotten.
Daddy Sub Price who never corrects the kinksters when they assume he's the Dom in your relationship, even goes so far as to agree and hold you close when he says so, because the look you give him and the way you pound him in the nearest storage closet is so worth it.
Daddy Sub Price in the leather harness and assless black leather chaps.
Daddy Sub Price in a leather harness and assless chaps with a riding crop. But the crop is for his boy to spank his ass with when he gets too loud because the sight of him in those leathers are for your eyes only.
Daddy Sub Price wants to feel more of the sting of the riding crop on his skin so he shaved his ass. And you lament the loss of all that hair, going to show him how daddy's boy wants to be treated.
God his ass is pretty all red, not from spanking him no, because good daddy's don't shave - but because you're groping his cheeks so damn hard, spreading and gripping ass so you can eat him out. You found some sort of lube that left him all sensitive and tingly, each scrape of your tongue on his hole or balls like a miniature orgasm that's not enough, leaving him shaking and leaking like a busted tap as he tries to tell you daddy learned his lesson; but you don't stop until he's so deep in subspace all he can do is drool into the pillows and moan about how good his boy is
warnings: drugging, noncon except it's a consent logic puzzle with no right answer
NO MINORS MINORS DNI
Wake up, brat.
Sukuna’s voice cracked through his head like thunder. He couldn’t move, couldn’t open his eyes. A heavy, seasick grogginess closed over his brain, dragging him back down into blackness.
Oh, no you don’t. I want you awake, for this. It's going to be fun.
Sinister glee scintillated in the demon’s voice as he dragged Yuuji’s consciousness out of the hazy dark.
Light slapped his unprepared eyeballs and his hand flew up to cover them. Not a bright light. A bedside…lantern? What the hell? He didn't even own a lantern.
Hey. Pay attention. Don’t ruin my reputation.
“W—what?” Yuuji mumbled.
“What the fuck are you doing,” a breathless voice demanded. “Don’t just stop, like that. I don’t like being edged.”
Yuuji rubbed his eyes and blinked blearily. It was a man’s voice. There was a man in front of him. A naked man, on all fours. Yuuji was kneeling behind him, on a bed, with his dick buried to the hilt in his ass. When he saw the back of a snow-white head, his heart nearly leapt up his throat. Sukuna strangled him, as he opened his mouth to shout.
Think before you do anything stupid. Look at him. That’s your precious sensei. Isn’t this what you’ve wanted to do to him, all along? Haven’t you thought about this every night, when you jerk off in the shower? Now you have a chance to do it for real. Unless you fuck up and he finds out it’s you.
“But…how? How did this happen?”
He thinks it’s me. Shut up and keep fucking him, before he gets suspicious. We can talk later.
All of this internal dialogue took place within about a second, while Yuuji looked down at himself. The black tattoos and claws were still there. So it was true. Gojo-sensei thought he was fucking Sukuna. And Sukuna wanted Yuuji to keep going.
But, he couldn’t do it, right? If Gojo-sensei thought he was someone else, wouldn’t that make Yuuji a rapist? On the other hand…it was Yuuji’s body. Gojo-sensei had been doing it willingly, knowing that. Didn’t that kind of make Gojo-sensei the rapist?
Not that he would make a complaint, or anything. He couldn’t deny how badly he had wanted this. How hard it was to keep his eyes off his sensei. How he thought about him every moment. Obsessed over him, to the point where he was starting to lose weight, and have trouble focusing in training.
Trembling between fear and ravenous, unhinged desire, he reached out and put his hands on his sensei’s hips. Gojo arched his spine tilting his taut, round ass up higher, in response.
“Fuck me hard,” he said hoarsely. “I want to feel—hngh!”
Yuuji’s strained thread of willpower snapped and he plunged all the way in, almost before he knew it. Of course, once he’d begun, it was so easy go on. He’d never had sex before, but it wasn’t like he needed instructions. All he had to do was engage his muscles and keep thrusting hard, slamming his pelvis against his sensei’s ass with wet thuds, burying his steel-hard dick in the divine, velvety heat, inside him.
Yuuji kept hammering into him while he came, his thighs shaking and his swollen hole squeezing and sucking on Yuuji’s shaft. If he wasn’t so terrified of being discovered, the moment they made eye contact, he’d have liked to see his sensei’s face, while he made him come on his dick.
That thought alone put him over the edge and he shot like a bottle-rocket, unloading hot, rapid bursts of slippery seed, into his sensei’s twitching asshole.
Drunk on the absolute ecstasy of coming inside the man he’d been tormented halfway to insanity about for months, he let his full weight collapse on top of him, pushing him flat on his belly, feverishly kissing and biting his neck, while he rode out the spasms.
“Get off me, you fucking animal!” Gojo demanded, writhing beneath him. “I can’t believe you came inside again, what did I say last time?”
Yuuji pushed himself up and sat back on his knees, trying to look as much like Sukuna as possible, by adopting a deranged grin, and shamelessly ogling his sensei’s (truly magnificent) naked body. Apparently, that was the right thing to do.
“Why are you always looking at me like I’m food?” Gojo sneered, throwing a towel at him. “Get out, before the kid wakes up. Wait—shower here, so no one sees you. Then get out.”
Let me drive, brat. You’ll give yourself away.
Feeling more than a bit relieved, Yuuji consciously receded and let Sukuna take over.
“You better hope that shit you’re giving him doesn’t damage his brain,” Sukuna taunted, the moment he had control. “If it does, I might just stay on top, permanently.”
Gojo spun around, his eerily beautiful eyes flashing blue fire. “I would never do anything to hurt him! You know as well as I do it’s just a weak cursed herb. His yang energy burns through it so fast, I’m shocked it even works.”
“If you don’t want to hurt him, then why do any of this? Why don’t you just ask him to fuck you.”
“Because he’s a kid, Sukuna! It would be—”
“Wrong? But drugging him and using his body is fine with you?” Sukuna laughed aloud. “Holy shit, Satoru, your moral compass might be more fucked than mine. I’m impressed.”
Gojo sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his hands together and frowning at the floor. “I know how fucked up I am, old monster. I’m hardly even human, anymore. Someone like Yuuji…I could never ask him to—wait, I’m not talking about this with you! Shower and get out!”
Yuuji took over again, as they walked through the moonlight-speckled dark beneath the trees, toward the student housing. He was sick to his stomach with guilt and other conflicting emotions, and just wanted to think, but Sukuna was in the mood to gloat.
Hear all that, brat? Your precious sensei is a pathetic degenerate, who’s been drugging you so I can come out and pound him senseless. Hahahaha! By the way, how’d you like fucking him? He might be rotten as hell, but his body is one in a million. I’ll give him that.
“I thought Gojo-sensei was invincible,” Yuuji murmured. “No matter what happens, he’s always calm and smiling, like nothing can touch him. I’ve never seen him look so sad.”
Are you crying? Fuck me, you are so boring. Don’t you want to know how many times I’ve made him beg for your cock? Or how he’s been feeding the herb to you, at least?
“I don’t care,” he sniffled, dashing away a tear. “Gojo-sensei…I would die for him. He can do anything he wants to my body.”
Ugh, don’t tell me. Are you in love with him? Disgusting, I’m gonna be fucking sick. I wish I could force you to hack up my fingers and give them to that Fushiguro boy. He’s got a death wish and a moral grey area a mile wide. He’d be a lot of fun to play with.
“Why don’t you leave me alone. You made me miserable, so you got what you wanted, right? What’s the point of talking.”
Tch. I was doing you a favor, brat. You wanted to fuck your sensei and now you have. If you’re so ungrateful, I’ll just let you sleep through it next time.
“There won’t be a next time. I’m going to tell him.”
Hahahaha! I’ll believe that when I see it!
“Think whatever you want. I will.”
How do you think he’s gonna feel, when he finds out it was his sweet little student, who was balls-deep in him?
“Shut up.”
You think he’ll thank you? You think he’ll be grateful? Or will he never want to see your face again? If you wanted to tell him, you should’ve done it the minute we switched. But you didn’t. You fucked him, and you let him think it was still me. You raped him.
“Shut up!” Yuuji said, not even bothering to wipe away the tears that were streaming down his face. “I don’t care what you say. I don’t care if he never forgives me. I won’t let you trick him, again. I—I won’t let you play with us, again.”
a/n- not goo grabbing samuel’s pecs IM CRINEEE 😭⁉️
samuel pushes you over the couch arm, face down, ass up, skirt shoved high. thong pulled aside rough. he kneels behind you, spreads your cheeks wide with both hands.
his tongue drags slow from your pussy up to your rim. hot, heavy, no tease. he seals his mouth over your hole and sucks, tongue pushing in deep right away. wet, sloppy thrusts that make you gasp and arch back.
“daddy…” you whimper soft, hips rocking a little.
he groans low against you, the sound vibrating straight through. tongue circles your rim slow, then plunges again, slurping loud, spit trailing down your thighs. two fingers slip into your soaked cunt, curling lazy while he eats your ass like it’s his favorite thing.
you moan into the cushion, body already trembling. “please…sammy… more…”
he doesn’t need more words. he feels how you’re pushing back, how wet you are, how your hole clenches around his tongue. he pulls off just long enough to spit on your rim, then dives back in deeper, fucking you open with his mouth until your legs shake and you’re dripping everywhere.
when you’re loose and needy, he stands. shirt ripped open. those huge pecs bounce free, heavy and round, nipples already hard. he grabs your waist, flips you around, drops onto the couch so you’re straddling him.
letting his cock out, thick and ready. he slicks himself with your wetness, lines up at your ass. “relax for me, baby. keep those lips on daddy.”
you lean in without him asking. mouth latching onto his left nipple, sucking slow and deep. tongue swirling, soft moan humming against his chest. your hand cups the other pec, squeezing the warm muscle.
he pushes in slow, thick head stretching your rim, inch by inch until he’s buried deep. you whimper around his nipple, but suck harder, anchoring yourself.
“good girl,” he mutters, voice rough. hands grip your hips. he starts moving. slow rolls at first, letting you feel every inch, then harder snaps that make your body jolt forward.
every thrust rocks you deeper onto his tit. you pull off just enough to breathe, “daddy… please… the other one…”
he knows. guides your head over gently. you latch onto the right pec, sucking him dry and way messier now, drool sliding down his abs, tongue flicking the swollen nipple while he fucks your ass steady and deep.
wet pounding slaps fill the room- skin on skin, your muffled moans, his low grunts. he keeps the pace brutal but controlled, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl.
one hand slides between you, thumb circling your clit rough. “cum for daddy,” he growls soft. “let me feel this tight ass squeeze me while you suck.”
you shatter fast. body convulsing, ass clenching hard around him, you cry with muffled moans against his soaked pec. waves crash through you, while your pussy drips untouched.
he doesn’t stop. his thrusts turn brutal, deeper: until he buries himself with a low groan and fills your ass, hot and thick, pulsing while you keep nursing gently on his nipple, soft little pulls.
he holds you there still deep inside, chest rising and falling under your mouth. strokes your back slow while you lick lazy circles around his puffy nipple.
after a minute he murmurs, “still want daddy’s tongue again later?”
you nod against his chest, voice small and wrecked. “please…”
he chuckles flexing his pec under your lips. “good. round two when you’ve made up your mind baby. daddy’s not done with this ass or your tits. yet.”
He’s had a fight with Neil and takes his anger out on you as stress relief. Full on rough missionary sex where he breaks the bed. Ofc that doesn’t stop him hehe. some after care at the end please.
Took me a minute to figure out how I wanted to do this, but it finally came through! Hope it's everything you hoped for :)
Billy can’t seem to ignore calls from his dad and he doesn’t know why. When his name pops up on his phone every instinct in him says to ignore it, yet theres some deeper drive pushing him to follow through. He picks up, and then hates himself for it later. That man has a talent for disguising his cruelty as parental concern and being states away from Hawkins hasn’t changed that. He’ll call every other week to ‘check in’, interrogating Billy about his progress in college or how much he’s making at the garage. What bothers him most is when his dad inquires about you.
“That girl still putting up with you?” or “Sure you didn’t drug her?” and sometimes, “What do you two even do together? Paint each other’s toenails?”
All of this is accompanied by laughter, playing it off as a joke until Billy shows it bothers him. At which point Neil turns reprimanding.
“So damn emotional. Did I not teach you well enough how to be a man?”
Be a man.
Billy’s told you about growing up under that command and how impossible it was. Neil didn’t want his son to be a man. He didn’t want a loyal, intelligent, passionate kid. The kid he had. He wanted a pet. Someone he could direct and who would follow orders. Take a kick from time to time and never complain, never fight back, only bend further and further. It was impossible to be this without filling up with some poison. Tidal waves of anger and despair. Billy had felt all of it throughout his life and now he’s away. He’s far from Hawkins and his dad but he’s still carrying it around. His weather follows him, storm clouds erupting above his head when Neil calls. Why the fuck does he answer?
He started the morning with one of these calls and like no other time it’s filled him with so much fury. His anger persisted through the day, making work drag on. Even his workout was intense as he strained his body, full of indignation. He came home still swelled with anger, his mind rolling over questions that were infuriatingly hard to answer. Why did it still matter what his dad thought of him? Why does he care so much when he makes jokes about you? Why does he answer? Why can’t he stop feeling like a failure no matter what he accomplishes? No matter how often you tell him you love him why can’t he stop wondering when you’re gonna leave? Why can’t he truly trust anyone?
He comes home, sweaty, and miserable, anger seeping from his pores. He doesn’t look at you when he walks into the little apartment.
“Hey,” you call from the kitchen where you’re leaning against the counter flipping through recipes on your phone.
“Hey,” he mumbles and disappears into the bedroom, his gym bag on his shoulder. Instantly, the air is tense. You’ve been around Billy long enough to know when he’s close to erupting. You hurry over to the bedroom, leaning against the doorjam. His face is red and tight, eyes dark as he strips from his musty gym stuff. He still won’t look at you.
“I’m thinking about salmon for dinner but I don’t know.”
He doesn’t respond, tossing his clothes toward the hamper but not in it. You cross the room and correct this.
“We could order out–”
“I don’t care.”
His tone is careless and heavy with warning as he marches naked into the bathroom. Your eyes slip down to watch his beautiful asscheeks as he goes. Then the door shuts, cutting off your view. You hear the shower turn on and plop down on the bed, hearing the old frame creak. You’re not sure what’s got him upset this time, but you’d hoped going to the gym would fix it because you’ve been missing his body all day and it’s killing you. If you were allowed to touch yourself when he wasn’t around, you would’ve played with your toys while he was working out. It would’ve been so nice to fill yourself, fucking your cunt with the dildo he’d gotten you for Christmas, imagining it was him. You catch yourself rubbing your thighs together, your lips so wet they slip against each other.
You lay back and pull up your skirt and your hand goes to your panties for just a moment. Just one squeeze of your clit between your middle and ring fingers, making it pulse. A soft sound escapes and you snatch your hand away, pulling down your skirt. It doesn’t matter how bad you want it, rules are rules and you have to be good. You get up and cross to the mirror on the dresser. Maybe it’s not so unfortunate that he’s mad tonight. He’ll need a release for all that aggression.
You change into a dress you know he loves on you. The one you’re not allowed to wear out because it hugs you so well, showing off your cleavage and riding up when you walk. Once dressed, you pluck a book you’ve read a dozen times from the shelf and lay on your stomach on the bed, ass facing the bathroom door. You consider taking off your panties, but he likes peeling them off himself. So you lay there, unable to see a single word on the page because all you can visualize is him diving face-first into your pussy.
He’d eaten you for a solid hour a week before, slow and sloppy while you lay there melting into his mouth again and again. The memory sends a shiver through you. Then, you remember just the other night, you’d aced a an exam he helped you study for and your reward had been getting filled from behind while a vibrating buttplug pulsed in your ass. You came so hard it made you cry. God, you want that again. Behind you, the shower turns off, and your stomach flutters with anticipation. You stop your wiggling hips, sometimes they move on their own but right now you have to be patient.
The bathroom door opens and you jolt, staring uncomprehendingly at the book in your hand. You hear Billy stop in the doorway, feel his eyes on you, giving you goosebumps. The silence feels like a living thing. It breathes between you and hardly leaves room for your shallow inhales. He moves, and his towel is flung across the bed beside you, flustering your nerves again.
“What’cha doin?”
His tone hasn’t softened a bit, and when you look back at him, you’re met with the same cold expression. If anything, his anger has set in further. His brows are a hard line above his darkened eyes, his jaw set. He looks at you, completely unamused and you’re nervous for a moment that you won’t pull this off. Then, your confidence returns, you raise your brows, your face relaxed into perfect innocence.
“Me?” you ask, your voice kitten soft, “I thought I’d read a little before making dinner.”
While you speak, you slowly move back onto your knees, your ass poking up for a moment before you sit up, your legs folded under you and sitting on your heels. The perfect little princess pose. Your gaze moves down his chest, eager to see the rest of his naked body, but he grabs your chin, lording over you.
“Uh uh, eyes up here,” he says. You look up at him, and you know he can see the desire in your eyes. He shakes his head. “You don’t want this right now, angel.”
His warning makes you salivate.
“Of course I do.” you say with complete sincerity “Fuck it all out.”
A thrill pulses down into his groin. He glares.
“I’m gonna hurt you.”
“Please.”
He scoffs.
“Really, baby?”
You nod, your mind full of fantazises, his cock driving into you, your eyes spilling over with tears, his strong arms forcing you into a hold while he cums on your face or in your ass or- he yanks you out of your thoughts and off the bed.
“Fuck-so fuckin dumb, you sweet little idiot-get on your knees.”
You obey, dropping to your knees, back in Princess Position. Finally allowed to look, your eyes are filled with his beautiful dick as he strokes it in your face. Your mouth falls open before he can ask, your tongue lulling out to eagerly flick at the drops of precum seeping from the tip. He grabs a fistful of your hair, sharply yanking you back.
“Did I say you could taste it yet?” you shake your head. “Huh?”
“No.” He smacks you quickly across the cheek. “No, sir.” you say, nearly panting from excitement. Your brain goes foggy as you watch him stroke himself. He lifts up his shaft, pushing your face underneath. Instinctively, you gently suck one of his balls into your mouth.
“There,” he groans. “That’s what you get until you earn my cock.”
You accept this, setting to work messaging his balls with your mouth, one and then the other, making him groan each time you envelope one of them. Your hands are crossed behind your back, and you know if you move them he’ll punish you, but you want so badly to get a hand around the base of his balls while you suck them. You moan at the thought, and the feeling of his nutsack on your face.
He pulls your head back and you open your mouth just in time for him to roughly shove his dick down your throat.
“Fuck,” he groans, pushing your head onto it with both hands. You squirm as it meets the back of your throat and he starts fucking your face harder than you were prepared for. Your throat fills with thick spit, your eyes already stinging. “You’re such a good slut, baby,” he says “Dumb. Fucking. Princess.”
With those three words he thrusts his cock into the back of your throat three sharp times and on the last time you gag, your throat starting to hurt.
“Ohhh,” he chuckles darkly, then pulls your head back just long enough to stick his fingers down your throat, collect a gooey spread of saliva and slap it across your face, rubbing it over your lips before ramming himself back in. He helps guide your head as you take his length, the sound of his cock churning your throat mixes with his gruff moans. You can't help wiggling, finding friction grinding against your heel. You moan as you work your clit against your heel, your panties so wet they're stuck to you.
He yanks out his dick and bends to bring his dark eyes level with yours, glaring.
“Are you fucking yourself without my permission?”
You shake your head. You didn't think it was possible for his expression to harden any more, but it does, and his grip on your hair tightens.
“You're picking the wrong time to disobey me.”
He commands you to move your heels out to the sides so you're no longer able to sit on them. Then, he reaches down and yanks up the front of your thong, making you yelp as your sensitive pussy is instantly in pain.
“Hold this.”
Your hand takes up the thong, now pulled taut up to your belly button, so tight you feel every pulse of blood to your already aching clit. He reaches down and smacks it, making you jolt and yelp again.
“Don't you move.”
You nod, and then he's back in your mouth. He slams himself in until your lips are flush against him and then fucks your throat. Spit dribbles from your chin and you struggle to breath as he stuffs your mouth over and over. You can't stop feeling the ach in your clit, screaming for release from the tension of your panties. Billy uses your throat like a stress reliever, unrelenting in the way he pounds into it, his head falling back in pleasure. Your eyes travel up, admiring the rolling mounds of muscle along his body. His strong, arms and chiseled shoulders, all the way up to his throat, where his Adam’s apple is on display, God, you sometimes fantasize about rubbing your clit around that perfect bone.
Your jaw burns, and your eyes water, clouding your vision. Your mouth is just a hot, softened hole for him to play with. He looks down at you, admiring the empty look in your eye. Meanwhile, your legs are falling asleep.
“There she is, my favorite little dummy, finally being good for me.”
A rush of pleasure pulses harshly through your tortured cunt and tears finally spill down your cheeks from the roaming flushes of pain in your body. Billy gives you a few more merciless thrusts before pulling your head back, leaving you slack jawed and panting, drool slicked down your chin.
“Get up,” he says, grabbing you by the arm he forces you to bend over. You know better than to let go of your panties or move your other arm from behind your back, so you land face first in the duvet while he runs a finger along your horribly tender pussy.
“Looks like it hurts.” He says, a sadistic thrill in his voice.
“Yes sir,” you whimper. You don't see the little smile on his face when you say that.
“Let me help.”
You think he's going to say you can let go, instead he smacks your ass so hard it genuinely scares you, forcing you to cry out in pain and surprise. The sting is still bright when he does it again and then a third time, drawing pained whimpers every time. You bury your face into the duvet.
“Better, yeah?”
You don't answer, and he's not really asking. He shoves two fingers in your pussy, a bittersweet rush of pleasure bumps against your tortured clit. He moans at the feeling of your pussy gripping his fingers.
“So greedy for me.”
He grabs you, tossing you on your back so roughly the bed frame creaks again. You quickly correct your hand, pulling it from behind you and placing it on your belly, where he likes it. Your eyes still teary, you're praying he releases your clit, but be doesn't. Instead, he kneels on the ground, a cruel grin taking over his features as he places his hot mouth over the cloth choking your pussy. It's so close to being pleasurable, so close to the thing you want that it actually makes you start whimpering.
“Please,” you whine, earning a rough slap against your clit, making you cringe in pain.
“Did I say you could speak?”
You shake your head.
“No, sir.”
“I didn't think so.” He shakes his head “I'm really trying to be nice to you, baby.”
He grabs you and repositions you on the bed, getting between your legs. Your mind fills with pleading for him, your desperation clear on your face as you impatiently watch him stroke his cock just outside your entrance.
“Hold that leg back,” he commands and you use your free hand to obey, holding your leg behind the knee while he pushes down the other one, lining up with your cunt. Please, please. But your hopes are dashed when he pulls your panties aside just enough to push his cock in, but not enough to end your suffering. A little sob leaks out as his thick length fills you.
“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling closed. “Such a perfect pussy.”
His cock fills you, adding internal pressure to the strain against your clit. His hand comes down over your throat as he picks up speed, staring you right in the eye as he drills into you harder and harder until every smack stings your ass. He fucks you like he hates you and all you can do is take it, tears streaking down your cheeks. Pained little sobs blend with moans as your body is overwhelmed with conflicting tides. Meanwhile, Billy is in pure bliss. His cock stretches your pussy just enough, filling you so much you're kind of amazed you can take all of him inside.
He grabs the hand holding your panties and gives it a yank, forcing you to yelp in pain, a fresh crop of tears start falling and at the sight of it Billy moans again, keeping up his punishing rhythm. He pounds you into the bed, and after one particularly hard thrust you feel one of the support beams snap underneath you. For the first time all day, you see Billy smile. His hand goes to your panties again and you flinch, bracing for the pain.
“Want these off?”
You nod rapidly.
“Yes, sir. Please.”
“So polite, what a sweet little whore you are.”
He slips your panties off and the relief that washes over you is so immense you start to cry as he gets back to fucking you.
“Fuck,” you whimper out, unable to help yourself. The contrast is so incredible, and your clit is so sensitive that every brush against his pelvis makes your body shiver. Billy zeros in on this and asks you to touch yourself while he fucks you, your other hand still holding back your leg. All you can handle are slow swirls on your clit, but it's enough to make the shivers roaming your body constant and heavy.
Your eyes go unfocused as you get lost in the feeling of him fucking into you over and over. It feels so fucking perfect it makes you sob.
“Baby,” the word dribbles out against your will and his mouth comes down over yours. He's so good to you, helping you keep quiet because he knows you can't help it. He's so thoughtful. Your breath catches as your stomach drops and you feel yourself getting close. A nervous moan purrs onto his tongue while your pussy is slowly turning to liquid gold.
“Yeah,” he coos against your lips, “Cum on my cock, cum like a slut.”
Your pussy walls squeeze around him while your whole body thrums from the inside out, humming like a rung bell. You can't help the tears and the babbling words falling out of your shaky lips as you ride the delicious fullness of this feeling. His hand moves to the back of your neck, still roughly fucking you until his orgasm forces him out of rhythm.
“Fuck,” he pants “fuck, I love my perfect slut.”
Those words and his perfect cock are enough to set you off again, your eyes rolling back as he drills you into oblivion for the second time. He pumps thick, hot cum into you, coating you inside and then keeps going, groaning loudly. He kisses your forehead, your brain bleary. Your lower body hardly feels like it exists anymore, all you can feel is a luxurious pleasure and all you can see are his gorgeous blue eyes.
Fuck. This is all you need in life.
Finally, his hips slow to a stop and the two of you are left panting. The weight of his warm body slowly sinks onto you as he breathes onto your chest. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him.
He kisses your neck.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice soft and low. You nod.
“Are you?”
His arms wrap around you.
“I needed that so much, baby.”
You push your hand into his hair, gently stroking his scalp.
“What had you so upset, lovey?”
He snuggles into you, still buried inside you as his body recovers. He groans.
“Fuck it. C’mere.”
The two of you make your way into the bathroom where he joins you in a shower. You take your time together, washing each other and taking long breaks to mingle tongues in the gathering steam. His hands are so gentle as they move across your body. So different from the way he was in bed, as a living ball of anger. You lean your head against his shoulder, trying to keep your hair dry but at the same time not caring.
Later, in warmth and the soft leftover smell of your bodies on the sheets, he pulls you into his lap. He takes your hand into his own, his fingers running along your palm as you lay against him, hearing the rhythm of his breathing.
“Why do I answer?”
You’re nearly asleep when he asks this to no one, and your eyes flutter open to find the room growing dark. You can hardly see him in the fading light. Maybe that’s what he wants. In any case, he keeps his eyes down at your hands. You know instantly what he means.
“I don’t know,” you say, “There’s probably plenty of reasons.”
You turn, touching a hand to his cheek and kissing the other one, your lips trail down to his neck where you nuzzle in, amazed, as you always are, by the warmth he collects inside himself.
“Fuckin stupid thing to do.” He whispers.
“It’s not stupid.” you say, softly, your fingers slipping up to play with the hair behind his ear. “It’s just more than he deserves. He’s your dad, so there’s supposed to be something to gain from answering his calls. But he’s a failure, so it’s just bullshit every time.” you yawn, “You’re not stupid, lovey. You’re just too generous.”
He turns, finding your mouth and enveloping it into a slow, lazy kiss as you lounge on the broken bed. His tongue is soft and salty.
“Hmm,” you hum as the kiss gives way, “I love you, too.”
