#path to nowhere rust

[yunnuna]

The Devil

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[chainandthunder]

Happy Cat Day🐱

[unhappy-last-resort]

Rust: Desire

Fandom: Path To Nowhere

Word Count: 442

Warnings: Very fanciful descriptions of fucking, maybe dubcon, slightly cannibalistic implications

It felt smooth. Easy coaxes drawing your nerves to a heightened state, pushing you higher and higher, closer and closer into the all consuming aura of his presence.

Whispers whip around your ears, the room fallen into distorted shapes and shadows. It presses you down and holds you up, it keeps you in place as he coils you tighter and tighter. It was unstoppable, inescapable, the lull his hands pull your body into, to strive for every hardened insistence he makes on it even as he presses more fervently into your curves.

His eyes, gleaming with eager bloodlust as he watches you gasp, shuttering and struggling towards and against him. Your fingers clawing then pulling and clawing again as you shiver. As always, his actions are pointed, meditated maneuvers on your skin all so you can shatter on your sheets that are heavy with his cologne. Red markings carve their way down his throat and into yours as frenzied, manic whispers eagerly lap up the idea of breaking you down enough to become one in a truly inseparable way.

You could feel the warning in your bones, sharp, pointed spikes glimmering in response, eager to tear into his flesh as his Mania is to tear into you. Yet, you still pull his lips to yours, still enthusiastically meet his rhythm only to shiver away then back again. You bite his lip and he groans, fists balling as his teeth find your flesh in a tender yet forceful embrace. A dance that won't end until tears are pulled from your eyes, until you're left with no choice but to release those crimson spikes so he can reach the dizzy euphoria you're in now. Until you're left worn to your bones with a shuddering beast of a man in front of you, ravaged on Shackles.

Inch by inch, he's taking from you so deliciously, drawing you weaker by the second and your sanity teetering on collapse, holding thinly to the thread of your Shackles; your foreheads meet, his eyes dimly illuminating his features that almost seem to warp at their edges, rocking you closer and closer until—

Until you're too weak to hold on anymore. Your thread snaps as your body collapses and the spikes impale you both and his arms snake tightly around your waist, his body rolling into them as you tremble. A calloused hand grabs you, forcing you to once again meet his scarlet gaze, and between listless breathes of waking wonder, he brings you down again to catch your breath and mix it with his.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to let you out of my sight again."

[camillearnos]

i've been waiting for this part since last year and im melting LOL

i didn't get to ss the part where chief said that action movies should've some explosions or something and he said this:

[anonymousnamedhera]

Unshackled

Trigger Warnings:- explicit sexual content; chief is Afab but is referred to with gender-neutral pronouns; writer's first time writing smut; potentially poor grammar due to English being writer's 5th language; semi-public? (Chief!reader and Rust are in Reader's office); fanon depictions of the chief's office; profanities; not proofread; written at 4 am 💀.

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"Haaa...."

A soft sigh leaves their mouth as Chief barely has any strength left to support their body on their own anymore.

It's all too much to handle— the cold of the window glass their against their skin compared to the warmth radiating from the man's nearly shirtless chest pressed against their back, his hands forming small circles on their little bundle of nerves; and his throbbing length teasing their entrance all the while denying them the pleasure they're adamant on not asking him to give.

And yet, their mind always returns back to the fact his spare, bare hand is still intertwined firmly, but gently with Chief's.

"You know, chief? You've always looked so ethereal behind closed doors with me like this— fully unshackled by duties and responsibilities, I mean" He softly says, his fingers still where his length should be by now.

"H- oh..." a light moan escapes their lips. "How long should you do this? You know what I want... no, what I need." They can't even hide the little whines anymore, trying to feign their needy desire as basic logic.

Rust's head rises slightly from Chief's shoulder: "Oh, but Chief, all you need is ask and I will give all that I have to offer. Just tell me exactly what you need from me"

"..."

He smiles, takes one look to admire the city from the office window, and drops his head back to place open-mouthed kisses onto the chief's bare shoulders.

The chief, now with teary eyes, looks slightly to their right shoulder and finally gives in— taking his hand and kisses it gently, tenderly.

"Please...fuck me. I need to feel you...wholly." A tear rolls down their cheek from need, pleasure, and desperation.

"Hmm." Rust's kisses slowly pepper from their shoulder to their neck, jaw, cheek, and finally to their temple right before placing a firm kiss on their lips filled with love so deep it couldn't be expressed in words, or conveyed through actions.

His red eyes show a different spark now as they meet theirs. "As you wish, chief."

He takes a moment to detach himself from the chief and begins to take his shirt of fully— and as soon as he gets the material off of his body, he carries them to the couch near their desk.

He looks at them as they seem to be enamored by the scars across his neck and begins to trace them and kisses them deeply, finally positioning himself with full intent to become one.

His pace starts slow, yet deep and eventually speeds up to fill the room with sounds of skin slapping against skin.

"Nghh— Yes!" Chief cries out, wrapping their arms around Rust's neck.

Rust once again finds the chief's lips in a passionate kiss that has their teeth clashing.

"I...I'm so close! Please, don't stop!" Chief manages to blurt.

A few more thrusts has chief curling their toes in anticipation of their long-awaited orgasm...only for their reward of patience to be stolen away cruelly.

"Why did you stop?" Chief cries out with a flushed, rather disappointed face.

With a swift move, Rust shifts the chief to be on top of him. His smile appears apologetic, though his eyes appear to challenge them.

"Won't the fair and just Chief show me the punishment thieves deserve for stealing joy?"

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[jackpot-333]

Drawing Rust from Path To Nowhere

[camillearnos]

[camillearnos]

once again, i'll be very loud and clear about my dislike towards rust/hypatia + margaret/hypatia so block me immediately if you fw this