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The Gaymer Chair

Part One

Warning(s): why did i write this, porn without plot, masturbation, mildly dub-con, inanimate object porn, original non-binary character, dry humping, grinding, porn watching, internal monologue, crack treated seriously, vaginal fingering, toys, knotting dildos?, edging, android, oral(everyone?) overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, vaginal sex, praise kink,orgasm denial, orgasam control, brat, brat tamer

Summary: What do you do when you fall for the sexy ghost of your pastel gaming chair?

Part Two

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banners!

Chapter Two || The Gayer Chair

Wjian laid out on her bed as she scrolled through her phone searching for any answer.

“Wjian would you put your phone down for one minute, I told you not to worry about it,” Chaise said as they floated in the air next to Wjian.

Wjian’s eyebrows furrowed and she huffed before flopping back into the pastel rainbow fluff that covered her bed.

“Ugh! It’s just frustrating. Like you’re here with me but you’re not here. It’s- like what if you disappear one day?”

“Mon Chou but that’s the thing I’m not going anywhere-

“But what if you do! What if you disappear and I never see you again!” Wjian cried out. Tears burned in her eyes and her fingers dug into the fuzzy fabric of the comforter.

“Aww Mon Ange are you in love with me or something?” Chaise asked teasingly, floating closer to her so they were eye to eye.

“Yeah I am, asshole. I’m trying to be serious here.” Wjian said her face flushed with color.

A warm for a dead person, and a lovesick grin came to Chaise’s face at Wjian’s words before he lowered himself to look in her eyes.

“Look Wjian, I love you a lot okay, and I really appreciate you trying to find a way to get me a physical body; it’s my greatest wish to be able to hold you in my arms and kiss your cute face. But it looks like it just isn’t possible and I don't want you to run yourself ragged. I want you to enjoy your life to the fullest.Because i sure couldn't,”

“I want that for you! I just need to find out how.” Wjian laid on her bed silent, twiddling with her bracelet as she tried to get any ideas. The dangling charms made soft chimes and they brushed against one another.

Wjian suddenly shot up from her spot. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet meeting the soft fibers of the “my melody rug” she had placed down. Wjian walked over to her desk with hurried steps, swinging out the iconic pastel chair with eagerness and hastily flopping down on the flower cushion. Chaise drifted close behind her, eyes wide in curiosity.

“Wjian what are you doing now?” she looked up at him with a grin.

“I think I have someone that can help give me some ideas.” she clicked on the discord icon on her screen. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw that the person she needed was online. She clicked their profile and typed a quick message.

Yoo!LANDRY I need you to ask you a question, stop talking to your MoMMy for a sec.

Just ASK the Quwstion then!

Oh… so if were to want to give a ghost a body how would u dothat.

Idfk is this a sex thing?

No…

Maybe a lil but thats not the point what could i use as a “vessel”?

A robot maybe or just one of those life size anime sex dolls.

YOu really are a genius!<3 you can go back to getting e-FUCKED by your Dommy mommy XD

Shut up, have fun with you sex toy! <3

THANKs.:)

“Is your plan to make me a sex toy?” He gave her a smirk.

“Nope, I got an even better idea.”

“That being?”

“I'm going to call my rich cousin to see if he can whip you up a body.” Wjian gave him a large smile before running over to grab her phone to make the phone call.

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A black unbranded truck pulled up in front of Wjian’s home. A bald man walked out of the truck and pulled the rear door. Wjian expectantly walked outside to greet the man. Wjian’s mother walked to her open front door, so she could see what her daughter was up to.

“Is that Paul?” her mother spoke, her voice prompting the man to look up at her. When the man looked up at her, he gave her a small wave which the mother returned before walking back inside.

The trucker handed Wjian a clipboard and told her to sign. She skimmed through the text then took the pin and signed her signature. The man took the board and threw it into his open window. He gently dragged the box out of the side of the truck, he placed it on the ground carefully and placed his hands on his hips, his chest heaving with labored breaths.

Wjian thanked the man who wheeled the large box into her house. Even though he was obviously out of breath by the end of bringing it in. Wjian slowly pushed the large box into her room.

The box was almost a foot taller than she was. She grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the box up as if she was opening a holiday present. Inside the box laid a tall, lean body. Their rich, dark brown skin had a nice healthy glow, like they had been recently moisturized. Wjian smiled as tears brimmed in her eyes; she couldn’t believe that Chaise was actually standing in front of her, her Chaise, in physical form. The android body was perfect from the soft curves in their face to the bouncy black curls. Wjian looked up at the Chaise who had been floating above her while she opened the box. He looked down between the box and Wjian astounded.

“Do you think… will this work?”

“I sure as hell am going to try.”

“Promise you won't just disappear.” She looked at him with hopeful but worried eyes. He gave her an uncertain look but nodded anyway. He drifted into the android and his translucent body vanished. The room was filled with eerie silence.

Wjian clasped her hands together, rubbing them slightly as sweat formed between them. Come on… Come on!

Chaise’s android body then whirred to life, their eyes fluttering as they leaned forward and stumbled out of the box.

“Chaise?” she leaned closer into the android body.

“Oui, Mon cher?” Chaise smiled.

Wjian carefully reached out her hand and gently caressed the side of their face. They were cool to the touch but not cold, and their skin was soft just like how it looked. He leaned into her warmth as if he was trying to steal it from her. He placed their hand on top of hers. Their eyes meet each other; their faces grow into smiles as they lose themselves in each other’s eyes.

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Chaise had fully gotten into the groove of using his android body and stopped touching himself like he was a new car that is. Took them a full month to work it the way he would any human body, minus needing to eat even though he likes to snack, and needing charging but depending on which port he uses he can look like any person sleeping.

Chaise and Wjian laid on her pastel comforter enjoying the presence of them close to one another. Chaise pulls Wjian to themself, he breathes deeply into her neck even though he didn’t need to. He pressed a faint kiss against a sweet spot on her collarbone.

“Mmh… Mi Tesoro,” Wjian called gently to the android lying against her chest.

“Oui?”

“Will you try on your new clothes for me?” She asked massaging her fingers against their scalp.

“But mon ange, I’m so comfortable here in your arms~” Chaise said, squeezing her closer to them.

“I wanna see you look even cuter than you usually do! I just want to spoil you querido~” Wjian whined.

“Mon Chou-”

Before he could finish Wjian pressed a kiss to Chaise’s lips. Their lips join in an enamored kiss, taking up each other's space in a fervor of loving emotions. Chaise held her chin gently in the kiss enjoying the moment as if it were his last then pulled away.

“Okay I’ll give you your little fashion show.” Chaise sat up and turned to face Wjian, holding her face in their hands as they peppered kisses across her face.

Chaise pressed one last lingering kiss to Wjian’s lips then walked across the room to the rack where all the new clothes Wjian had bought were located.

When his new body came, they had nothing but the scrubs they came in along with two extra pairs. Fortunately Chaise didn’t have to keep wearing them after they finished the set up process of their body, as Wjian’s generous benefactor cousin had sent some money to buy a wardrobe and accessories. Albeit they did send way too much money, Wjian had fun picking out clothes with Chaise so that was all that mattered to them.

Wjian had gone a little overboard with it though…

After buying clothes, shoes, and accessories in person they also bought hair dye so Chaise’s hair could look the way it did when they were a ghost; why the factory that made his body couldn’t do it they’ll never understand, Wjian had requested it after all.

When seeing how cute he looked Wjian insisted that they took pictures for her socials, then that they have a photoshoot to commemorate the occasion, so then she had to buy matching clothes. Then on an impulse she ordered even more clothes and accessories online.

“Okay let's see what I haven’t tried on yet. Chaise pushed back their fresh locs, gathering them up into one hand and wrapping them securely with a pastel pink satin scrunchie.

After browsing through the large selection of clothes on the rack they decided on a pair of light washed overalls with cute patches and a cropped pastel pink, yellow, and blue striped sweater.

Meanwhile on the bed Wjian scrolled through her favorite clothing store’s app to buy even more clothes, this time for herself though.

Their was a family reunion coming up and they were going to be staying at a five star resort. It would be the first time Chaise would be seeing her in a swimsuit and it would be the first trip they’ll have gone on together. Even if her family was their; she had to make sure she had a cute bathing suit for every day of the week.

Wjian looked up from her phone to see Chaise slipping out of the pastel robot sweatshirt and light blue shorts they wore.

“Ooh I think I like this outfit the best! Really sexy amor~”

“Haha very funny,” Chaise said, jiggling their legs to get the overalls on. They slipped on the sweater and snapped the buckles before bussin’ out a few poses.

“So? Have I… Captivated you Mon Amour?”

“Yeah you’ve captured my heart.”

“Tell me more, I didn’t know I did that~” Chaise teased as they walked ever so closer to Wjian.

“You were already as pretty as can be, then you put on those clothes and your hotness has been elevated to new heights. My heart was pounding so hard it broke out of my chest so it could belong to you and only you~”

“How Poetic, but that sounds painful Mon tendre, are you alright, I wouldn’t want you to die because of me,” Chaise knelt in front of her on the bed, taking her hand in theirs and trailing kisses upwards.

“I’ll be fine, your beauty heals me,so keep it.” she shrugged

“alors je protégerai ton coeur pour toujours” he planted a kiss on her knuckles.

“You better”

“Do I really look that splendid, Mon étoile?”

“Why of course. You really do look good in those clothes, but you would look even better on top of me,” Wjian smiled

“Oh. If you wanted me that’s all you had to say. I should’ve known a cockwhore like you only wanted one thing.” Wjian giggled, wrapping her arms around Chaise’s neck as she leaned in for a kiss.

Pulling each other to deepen their embrace; chests pushed against one another as they kissed. Wjian’s heartbeat sang at a fast paced rhythm as she slid under Chaise’s body. He leaned over her kissing between her lips and jaw.

Wjian let out a pleasant sigh as she enjoyed the feeling of him actually touching her and pressing on her skin. Chaise ran their fingers across her stomach then stopped to rest at her waist.

Chaise started to trail themself down her neck, switching spots on her with open mouth kisses. He licked a long strive along her collarbone. Making Wjian shiver and wiggle closer to him. She pushed her legs together for some friction but Chaise pulled her legs apart and placed himself in between her.

“You’ll get to feel good when I let you feel good. C'est compris!” He bit down on her shoulder, leaving a faint forming mark. She nodded slowly while trying to keep herself from pressing her legs around him.

Wjian trailed her fingers on Chaise’s smooth skin as he marked her upper chest. His once coolish skin had a slowly growing warmth.

“mmHm…” Wjian let out a faint whimper as she craved more action; lightly tugging at his arm to her chest.

“What, does my Salope want more attention than what I am giving her?” He gropes at her breast, making her arch into his touch. He moved his leg forward into her, making her squirm.

“If you don't say anything I'm going to keep doing what I want.” They removed their hand from her chest and smirked against her skin when she whined.

“Please, I want you…” Wjian whispered out in a shaky voice.

“What have I told you about not speaking up?” He scolded her and sat up off the bed and looked down at her.

“I want you to touch me, I want to feel you in ways I couldn't before!” Wjian half shouted her waterline glistened with specks of salty tears.

“que c'est chéri” he pulled her by the legs to the end of the bed. A smirk formed on his face as he crouched down between her thighs. Chaise kissed between her thighs trailing up to her waistband and sucking on her exposed midriff before they took the waistband of her leggings in between their teeth, pulling on it slowly.

Wjian struggled to hold in a giggle as Chaise waggled their eyebrows at her.

“Amor, come on you’ve gotten me all hot and bothered,” Wjian pouted.

“Good things come to those who are patient, Mon Chou,” Chaise smiled as they hooked their fingers on the inside of Wjian’s waistband before tugging them off and flinging them across the room.

Now in clear view Chaise could see Wjians soft pink panties. The material was sheer with little flowers embroidered and lace trim.

Chaise leaned forward trailing small kisses up her thigh then stopped to stare at Wjian as he teasingly smiled at her.

“You have a mischievous glint in your eyes. Why are you looking at me like that mi carino?” Wjian asked nervously, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Ma Cherie, your lustfulness always surprises me.” Wjian laughed nervously at Chaise’s comment as she rubbed her bare thighs together and turned her head to avoid his gaze.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I know you planned on getting some from the start, these aren’t the same panties you had on this morning; didja think I wouldn’t notice?” Chaise asked, a wide grin sitting on their face

“You- you must have seen wrong, I’ve had these panties on all day.”

“Okay! But remember bad girls get punished~”

He ran his flat tongue up at her through her panties. Swapping a small circle over her clit. Saliva making a quick mess of her lingerie bottoms. Chaise held on to Wjian’s legs to keep her from wiggling about. Wjian's head lolled back into the edge of the pillow. Just as she was fully enjoying the sensation of his tongue he pulled away.

“Eh- What? Hey~” Wjian whined, a pout forming on her face.

He let out a chuckle at the frazzled look she had when she looked down at him.

“You wanna Tell the truth now?”

“Fine, I changed them when you were charging earlier! I may have been on reddit and gotten a little horny; but like today is the perfect day for us to break in your robo-cock and I wanted to dress for the occasion.” Wjian let out with a huff, her hands making wild gestures as she talked.

“Good girl; see that wasn’t so hard was it, now it’s time to reward my cute little slut.” Chaise grinned before leaning back down to eye level with her soaking arousal.

They pulled off her lingerie bottoms with his fingers. Pressed himself fully between her legs again. He rolled his tongue over her entrance causing her to let out a small cry. He slurped up her juices making obscene squelching noises that filled the room and likely the rest of the house, luckily they were home alone.

“A-aah Fuck that feels so good,” Wjian moaned, her thighs clamping around Chaise’s head.

“Divin goût ” Chaise groaned against her warm cunt, making her whole body shiver with ecstasy.

He sucked on her clit making mini shapes in his mouth as he did. Wjian made short high pitched moans as she pulled Chaise closer to her cunt. Her fingers tangled in between his locs, wrapping her legs around his head. He slid his finger into her soaking pussy slowly pushing the digit along her walls.

“More~”

“More what?” Chaise asked, pulling their finger out and brushing it up and down against her entrance.

“More fingers, please, mi corazon?”

“That’s a good little whore. I suppose so since you asked so sweetly.

They added another finger into her weeping heat and swirled his tongue in mixes with in hand movements. Wjian’s body began to tremble as she got closer to her climax.

His movements slowed down to almost stopping as he felt her tighten around his fingers resulting in a breathy whine. His eyes met with Wjian’s teary ones as she huffed out a half sob.

“I could use a bit of motivation chérie”

“Please…” she pants out.

“You gotta be more convincing than that.” he speeds up for a moment then stops completely.

“Please, Déjame terminar please i'll be good…lo juro!” she begs out to them.

“c'est mieux” he kissed her inner thigh before diving back into her cunt. Moving his fingers in rhythm of his tasting her folds making Wjian’s toes curl. Her thighs began to shake in wanton as she tried to hold back a scream.

“Don't hold back, let go.” Their voice slurred as he mumbled against her skin. He then made work getting her to finish.

“NaAhaA~” Wjian legged locked around Chaise as he nibbled on her clit. He pulled his fingers out and solely used his tongue to get her off. He placed his hand to pry open her shaking legs from around his neck. His tongue lapped across her wanting hole. Wjian felt like she was seeing stars as her whole body was hot. His tongue didn’t stop until he felt like he had thoroughly got the essence of Wjian’s juices. He only pulled back when she whined about being overstimulated. Real shame, chaise thought that she could have lasted at least two more times before getting to the main event.

Chaise pulled leisurely away, the sweet taste of Wjian lingering on his artificial taste buds. He messaged her spazzing thighs as she calmed down from her high.

“To think you were practically begging for it and you’re crying about being overstimulated, how pathetic.”

“It's your fault, you were edging me!” she pushed on his shoulder with her foot. Trying to make him stumble…it didn't work. He tighten his grip as warning but she just squirmed more even letting out a giggle as if she was challenging him.

“Oh~ keep acting like that and I'll have to put you in your place, Morveuse.” He grabs her by said foot and yanks her to meet his waist. Tracing up from her foot to grab the pillow-like fat on her thighs.

Chaise pushed wjian’s legs apart and put themself in between her. He unclipped his overalls so he could strip off the multi-color sweater and let it fall to the floor.

Wjian sat up to gain a closer look, this would be the first time seeing Chaise’s “meat thermometer” for her, they had specifically hid it from view whenever she tried to take a peek; even while testing their water lock feature in the shower Chaise covered themselves with a washcloth.

“If you’re gonna be all up on it might as well suck me off,”

“… Y-eah yeah,” Wjian said slowly, her eyes entranced by the large bulge in Chaise’s Savage X Fenty “Rebel Cherub Lace Boxers” in shade “Black Caviar”.

Wjian reached her hands up and snaked them around Chaise waist; the gentle caresses sent a chill up Chaise’s metal alloy vertebrate. Finally she pulled them down, allowing for the smooth cotton body fabric to pool around their ankles.

She runs her thumb over the length of their shift, faintly feeling him twitch. Circling the tip with her index finger to play with the strings of precum.

“There’s a surprise waiting for you at the end of the rainbow.”

Her eyes light up at the mention of a surprise and without hesitation or thought she takes his taint in her mouth. Wrapping her tongue his head.

Chaise leans over her in shock, accidentally pushing himself deeper down her mouth. They let out a loud groan that almost sounded like it was distorted. Wjian moans around him at the sensation of his long schlong tickling her throat. Saliva dripped down her chin, while she looked up at him with lidded eyes as she awaited for him to move in her mouth.

“Merde- mhm That's not what I meant ange…” He panted out; whipping away the drool that slipped out from her mouth. He looked away from her to regain their composure.

“Just forget it, the mystery mousekatool is a surprise tool for later.”

“Awhfw” she pouted around him causing him to let out a small whimper. He pulled himself out of her mouth with a pop, his dick falling on the side of her face, faintly slapping her cheek.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” she pants out.

On the nightstand, Chaise’s phone rings cutting off what they were going to say, Walking over Chaise picked up much to Wjian’s dismay as she whined and scooted closer to him.

“Favorite Son-in-Law!” The voice came ringing through the phone. Wjian stared at Chaise while they paced around the room.

“Hello ma'am, everything alright?” Chaise walked farther back so Wjian can no longer hear her mother on the other side of the phone.

“Yeah I can go get it.” Chaise began putting clothes on and Wjian looked at him wide eyed. He got fully dressed and put the phone in his pocket.

“What are you doing, Where are you going?” She jumped up but was quickly told to sit down.

“Gotta go out and get something.” They opened one of Wjian’s drawers and pulled a vibrator and stood in front of her.

He grabbed her legs and parted them and slowly pushed the toy into her. She let out a groan as she tilted her head back. Pushing their thumb on the toy it started to vibrate causing Wjian to shiver.

“écoute chérie, I'm going to step out for a moment so I need you to be the good girl I know you are and try not to cum until I get back.” he grabbed one of the pieces of fabric that was on the floor and wrapped it around her hands behind her making sure it’s tight enough so she can’t tug it out.

Chaise gets up, patting her head then walking to the door.

“Also, don't touch yourself either, not like you can like that.” He smirked; walking out of the room then out of the house.

Wjian flopped back onto the bed and pushed her legs together. A sheen of sweat began to form over her body. Her mind was fuzzy and she felt like she wasn’t in control of her body. The thing is she wasn’t in control and she loved it? Hated it?

Whimpering and squirming around on her bed as she forces her composer into submission so she doesn't cum.

Wjian POV

My body was hot to the touch, my legs were quivering but felt numb at the same time. I am trying every possibility to kill my libido but the constant swapping vibration between my legs is making it impossible. Where did Chaise go, why did he leave me like this and how much longer until They come back. What's going to happen if i cum before he gets back. I shiver at the thought of having to be punished because I couldn’t keep my own body in check.

The vibrator has been swapping between intensities ever since Chaise had left and I didn't realize what setting it was going to be on, until it was too late and the vibrations were on ten.

It would start at one then go to five then back to one before skyrocketing to ten and ending on a random number until it repeats. I count the levels in order to keep my fleeting sanity.

One, five, one, ten, one, eight, one, five, one, Ten, one, Three, one, five, one, ten, one, one, one, five, one, ten…

My mindless muttering is the only thing I can hear as I try to keep up with the switching levels of my toy. I shifted my position which turned out to be the greatest worst decision I could have made. My shift in positioning only served to push the toy deeper inside my drippy cunt.

“Ah~” I tense up all over and I don't know if I can last another second. My blanket was sticking to my wet skin, I pressed my eyes shut and squeezed them tight as I reached a scaling breaking point.

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, my whimpers filling the room; or maybe I was already crying and if that's the case I have no clue when it started. Whimpering out at random while I reach the closest version of calm could.

“Agradar,PleasepleasepleasePlease.” I beg out to no one, or maybe I'm hoping Chaise will hear me from wherever the hell they have left me to.

I’m sniffling around my tears. I think I'm going to pass out, my vision is getting slightly spotty. I whisper out random pleas or levels from the vibrator.

“I'm back!” The sound of my Savior devil walked into the house. Or I could be hallucinating the sound of their voice as I lose consciousness.

“Oh dear~” the sound of Chaise cooing at my slumping form.

Third Pov

Chaise untied Wjian’s arms and gently pulled out vibrator causing her to cry out and regain her senses. He heard her murmuring number patterns like it was her lifeline. Her legs were pretty much quaking in his hands.

He began caressing her skin, soothing the muscles of her thighs. She held her arms around him giving their neck weak kisses.

“You're absolutely soaking chère” he kissed her cheek and moved a thumb to her clit, stroking gentle half circles.

Wjian bucked her hips into his touch with a shrill.

“je vais te baiser, miellat you think you can handle that?” He kissed her jaw and neck waiting for her answer.

“Please…” wrapping her hands around his neck so she could so she can choke him pull him closer to herself.

Chaise leaned in to Wjian, pulling her closer into her and pressed a slow deep kiss before trailing down her jaw and neck, peppering kisses.

Wjian let out a whiney moan moving her hand to caress his skin. Chaise ran his tongue along her neck and ended the trail with nibbling on her ear.

“Are you fully conscious and ready to go now?” They whispered into Wjian’s ear.

“I was ready before you up and left me.” she wiggles under him, pressing her knee into their thigh; egging him on to do something other than kiss and massage her, not that she minds that she just wants more, needs it even.

“I bet you were but I promise that you'll enjoy what I got later.” He situated himself fully above her so he looked down at her, smirking.

“I better…” She looks away from him only to become startled when he parts her legs.

Chaise gives a satisfied hum at the look of his lover’s cunt to be still soaking. Swapping a finger over her to test her sensitivity. Deciding that she was on edge due to her whining he strips out of his clothes again and discarded them.

“Watch it! I could leave again if you want.” he slowly started to get up but she made a quick grab to stop him.

“That’s what I thought.” he pulled her to him; there hips colliding into each other. Squeezing the fluff of her thighs then put them around his waist.

Grabbing his dick in one hand, lubing his length with Wjian’s juices; collecting the glistening moisture by rubbing the tip in circles on her bajingo. They pushed the head of their dick into her with zero resistance making them both moan. Chaise bottomed out into Wjian. A sheen of sweat formed on Wjian’s forehead as she got used to the feeling of Chaise’s large size.

He was bigger and thicker than all the toys Wjian had. Her walls stretched to accommodate him. He planted light kisses on her skin as he waited for her go ahead. When she nods and tightens her hold on his arms, he smiles down at her.

He rolls his hips into her, offering Wjian playful shallow thrusts. She let out a faint sigh; wrapping her legs around their hips to push them deeper. Chaise continued to slowly roll into Wjian testing her waning patience with him.

“This feels nice and all but can you go faster?”

“Of course.” Chaise spoke through his cheeky smile.

He quickened his pace but kept to the shallow thrust. Swaying his waist at an even pace that made Wjian let out groans. Rocking into her with an unbothered haste that made his arms flex a bit. They leaned into one another for a kiss that gradually started getting sloppy.

Chaise leaned into Wjian’s chest and popped a titty in his mouth; sucking on her nipple between his teeth then going to the other and doing the same. Causing her to let out a surprised moan. She arched her back off the bed a little to meet his mouth.

Chaise pulled out, unlocking her legs from around him. Before Wjian could furrow her brows and complain she was being flipped over onto her stomach. Yanking her thighs to meet his own, pulling her into an arch.

Lining up with her again, working into her with stable thrust. She shivers in anticipation as his strokes built strength. Exchanging his once fast pace for more harder, focused movements that hit deep in her just right.

She lets out a loud moan when he angles his hips to hit her G-spot, killing the scratching want that was crawling about her body. He kept ramming into her at the same angle to draw out the same passionate shrills.

He traced his hand on her body: rubbing up her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, then holding in place with her hips, to her chest playing with them both in his smooth hand, pulling her back into him by the shoulder and finding a resting place at her neck.

“Ah~” They pulled her up into him.

“tu aimes cette salope” locking an arm around Wjian and gently squeezing the hand around her neck. Thrusting up into her with wanton that makes them both groan.

“Yes!” Wjian’s legs shook as the core winded tighter and tighter. “Sho~ good,” Wjian moaned out, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“Well I got something even better.” Chaise grinned deviously, a chill rain down Wjian’s spine; wetness pooled around Chaise’s disco stick and Wjian’s hips bucked closer to them. She was desperate for any kind of friction.

Chaise's heavy cock dragged slowly out of her and before Wjian could let out any sort of whine or complain Chaise pressed a finger to her plush lips.

Chaise sat down on the bed, his legs wide open.”And here we are, the grand surprise,”

“That your dick has LEDs?” Wjian asked with wide eyes.

“Wha- no you filled out my order request form why would you think that? I mean this!” Chaise grabbed Wjian’s hand guiding it to between their legs and behind their balls, was a familiar wetness.

“Is this…”

“A pussy, yeah,”

Without any hesitation Wjian leaned towards Chaise, diving head first into their drippy inviting cunt.

“AH- fuck you greedy slut~”

Wjian lapped at the gooey folds of Chaise’s muff. Chaise let out breathy moans as their fingers roughly grabbed Wjian’s blonde locks. She uttered a moan worthy of being on porn hub.

Chaise’s thighs clenched around Wjian’s head;the feeling that came from a clitoral orgasm was much different than what Chaise was usually used to. A clit was much more sensitive than a peen after all. The coil tightening deep in their core; winding and winding and winding; ready to snap at any given moment.

“Shi-shit~” Chaise cried out as Wjian slipped two fingers into Chaise’s yes yes square (you see it’s not a no no square cause consent is key!) Wjian scissored her fingers, trying to loosen the tight gummy walls of Chaise’s vagina.

Wjian was on a mission and by the sudden moan and their back arching off the bed, Wjian had completed it. She had found Chaise’s g-spot

“That feel good, amor?” Wjian asked curling her fingers to continuously caress against Chaise’s sweet spot, whilst simultaneously sucking his clit.

“Yes yes yesss! Ohmygosh keep going!”

Chaise’s head lolled back;their locs swaying with the lash of his movements. Closing his eyes and letting out a shocking shrill that startled Wjian while she worked them through the new version of a high. Leaving him panting and blurry eyed for a moment. After Chaise came…down from their senses Wjian pulled away licking her lips with a pleased smirk.

They pause for a moment, heartbeats matching into rhythmic pace. Wjian moved to rub Chaise’s back as their breathing returned to normal. Chaise leaned over to place a slow, tender kiss on her lips.

Lining up with Wjian’s suffocatingly tight, warm, cozy, wet, welcoming tasty, not to mention torentally downpouringly wet, friendly, adorable, delicious, wet, open and experienced yet closed and selective, fun loving, needy(but also very generous), large and in charge - but at the same time small and timid, independent but also very codependent, womanly- yet strong, wet, soaking honeypot(wet pussy!).

Chaise dived right into her dangerous and sexy ocean. Most men(women and enbies also) would drown in the sea of pleasure that was Wjian’s model type money making penis pocket but not Chaise. If Wjian was the wide and wondrous Caribbean then Chaise’s taint was the Wonder of the Seas Royal Caribbean International Cruise, large and in charge of her metaphorical dangerous waters.

Wjian let out a chorus of wanton moans as Chaise’s hips snapped against her ass cheeks, filling the room with lewd noises.

“Hah- time to kick it into maximum overdrive,” Chaise said.

At their words Wjian was struck with confusion but it quickly became apparent by the overwhelming pleasure.

It was vibrating. Chaise’s dick…

…Was Vibrating.

“Ah- FUCK!” Wjian exclaimed in confusion as her mind tried to comprehend the faint aggression of humbuzz that was now Chaise’s dick.

Chaise wrapped his arms around Wjian’s waist and flipped her around with precision and expertise. It all happened so quickly Wjian could barely comprehend it as she went from backshots to cowgirl.

“You handle me so well Amour,I could never get tired of this~”

“Oh dios, Ay dios mío!” she grabbed a hold of the arms that were wrapped around her. Chaise jackhammered into Wjian’s squelching cunt, her legs shaking as she struggled to hold herself up.

“Merde I’m so close,” Chaise groaned.

“Come inside! I need your cum all inside my pussy!” Wjian proclaimed her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

“Oh~” Wjian's toes curled and she closed her eyes in an effort to savor her climbing climax that was falling into her grasp at a harsh velocity.

As waves of euphoria washed over Wjian, Chaise’s hips slowed and stuttered unevenly. Sticky white hot ropes of cum shoot into Wjian’s meat muffler. It was exactly what the slut ordered.

“I'm proud of you, you lasted longer than I thought.”

Chaise pulled out, sighing in deep satisfaction. Wjian laid on their chest, gently kissing their jaw before turning her head back to a comfortable resting position and taking in their body heat.

The familiar white viscous dripped down her thighs. They both smiled with a sigh and sweat fell from her pores. While they could've turned off the seminal ejaculation, Wjian said it would be fine, because like any good slut, she loved a good creampie.

While yes she might’ve been sticky from sweat and cum and all types of other love juices; and while yes her legs and back would be severely sore in the morning, this is what she had longed for; What they both longed for.

The gentle skinship, the tender kisses, the loving caresses; and yes there were certain things that weren’t possible for the two of them, they could work around it, because now they really have time.

Chaise was here to stay, and so was this relationship. Wjian was a gay ass gamer and Chaise, who has been her gay ass gamer chair, got a little bit gayer.

NOTES: We, Mind of the Hive One, Eseni Azuly, were given too much creative liberty by our co-author and do not apologize for the unhingedness of this story, it is a crack fic after all.

I am only half sorry. -Mind of the hive Two

So Darling Worker Bees, I hope you enjoyed the Gaymer Chair! If you did like this then we have other stories coming to Tumblr soon that are similar to this as well as some other projects in the works to stay tuned and tell all your deviant friends!

If you speak French or Spanish we the Anomaly Hivemind are so sorry for the translations if they are wrong, we do not speak those languages

Translations

French

Mon Chou- sweetie

Mon tendre- my sweet

Mon Ange- My Angel

Mon Cher- my dear

Mon Amour- my love

Mon étoile- My Star

Oui- Yes

Amour- love

alors je protégerai ton coeur pour toujours- then i'll protect your heart forever.

C'est compris- its understand

Salope- slut

Chérie- dear

que c'est chéri- what’s that darling

Divin goût - taste divine

c'est mieux- its better

Merde- shit/fuck

écoute chérie- listen honey

tu aimes cette salope- you like that slut

Ma Cherie- my dear

Spanish

Mi Tesoro- my treasure

Querido- my love

Amor- love

mi carino- my sweet

mi corazon- my heart

Déjame terminar- let me finish

lo juro- i swear

Agradar-please

Ay dios mío- oh lord

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vampire-catboy · 2 years ago

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(written as sub on sub)

imagine we're friends, right? we talk every day, hang out a couple of times a week at least, and we share everything with each other. that includes our sex lives, obviously~

imagine that, despite us being different species, our heats synced up. funny, right? you, a needy little kitty, and me, a whining little puppy-slut, syncing up? obviously, we realize this and we laugh about, joking with each other about how we might as well just help each other out, right?

and then, we start thinking. what if we did help each other out? i mean, we've been friends for long enough, and we know more about the other's sexual preferences than any other person we've slept with. it just makes sense, doesn't it?

so i come over, already on the verge of my heat, panting and wet and sooo ready to slobber all over your cute little kitty dick.

from there, it goes so easily, doesn't it?

we grope and we rut and we fuck each other into oblivion, and fuck why didn't we think of it before? it feels so good, rubbing our holes against one another, fingering and sucking and licking and absolutely drooling as we get heat drunk together.

by the end of it, we're fucked out and satisfied. from there on out, we decide that we'll help each other during our heats, and if kitties and puppies sleeping together is a societal taboo, doesn't that just make it even hotter?

-🫀

🥺🥺🥺 this is so cute I love this so much. Although puppy boys in heat can kinda make me a bit dommy 👉👈 so I might end up teasing and riding the lil pup to watch him squirm from not getting complete relief since I'd only be riding his strap. Would wanna watch him whine and beg for more while I got my self off, would wanna see how far I could push the puppy from whining until he becomes feral 👉👈 I love feral puppy's their so cute <3

#t4t nsft #trans mlm nsft #mlm nsft #trans nsft #vampcatanswers

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kokorodachidanii · 2 years ago

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I didn’t really have much for the 10th anniversary of The Picnic, so instead I came up with my own take on the Lord Wander AU.

Here’s what I’ve got so far:

Wander ↔️ Dominator (duh)

Sylvia (she’s as smol as Lil’ Bits here) ↔️ Westley

Hater ↔️ Harvax (DUKE Harvax!!)

Peepers ↔️ Stok (he’s more like Harv’s lapcat than a proper commander)

Captain Tim’s role stays the same, but he gets to tag along with Dommie and Wes!

Emperor Awesome ↔️ Rongruffle

Sourdough ↔️ Black Cube

Lil’ Bits ↔️ Something the So-and-So

Killbot-86 ↔️ Brad Starlight

The Potted Plant also keeps its original role 😉

General Outrage ↔️ Ripov

Brainz ↔️ Screwball Jones

Wild Card ↔️ Beeza (both their personalities stay the same)

Clipper ↔️ Ryder

Thoughts?

#wander over yonder #lord wander #kd tried...

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weed666 · 1 year ago

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heheeeee last night was so good it felt more like a gift to me than to juice even tho its HIS birthday ahahah

had a couple of drinks, then smoked a buncha weed. it tied my wrists above my head with a belt and then used a different belt to wack me a few times but we got scared about it being too loud so it stopped </3

then it shoved its underwear in my mouth so i wouldnt make too much noise when it took a pair of scissors to my leg and licked up the blood 🥴🥴🥴 id been beggin it to do that for so long it was a fucken dream come true hehe it was so fucking hot

then we moved to the bathroom floor cuz our bed is like. too squishy sometimes lmao. brought a couple pillows in there for me to lay on and then it rode the dragon dildo strapped to me (hands still tied above my head). felt so good to feel him rubbing against the fresh cuts on my leg as it rode me ugghgh.. i made a suggestion about smth and it said "hmmm i dont think puppies can talk" so i just barked and panted and whined after that. got so much praise and degradation simultaneously, my brain was so melty all i could do was bark. i was a lil bratty when it told me to stay still and kept bucking my hips anyway hehe so it choked me as punishment

then juice untied me so we could flip over so it was laying down and i fucked it til my arms couldnt hold me up anymore. i was panting and whining so much as we just stared into each others eyes and it praised and degraded me... said im such a good puppy slut that only knows how to fuck and called me a pervert n stuff n all i could say was like "i love you" and "youre my god" over and over again ahehaehe i cried a little bit as i often do when we have drunk sex cuz i get overwhelmed and emotional w how good it is ehehe

we took a lil break after that and i smoked more weed while juice finished off its drink. then we moved back to the bed and jerked off together, both with dildos in our cunts. i was usin a clit sucker toy we just got until my clit was sore and handed it over to juice. i take a while to cum and juice wanted to cum with me so it was edging for a while hehe and i got a lil dommy when it got close. it was begging to cum but i told him he had to wait for me and that if he came on accident he'd be punished. but it was good and didn't cum til after i did. and still asked permission first, too, so sweet hehe its moans are the cutest <3

then we went to the bathroom and cleaned up together and then cuddled :3 im so fucking lucky hehe <333

#🃏#🧃

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ask-the-badman · 2 months ago

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The kiss caught her by surprise, but pleasant and very welcomed. With a hum, her lips worked back against his firm ones- already feeling the heat of the moment rising. His next words light a small fuse in her mind... which can be guessed by that quirk of her brow and twitch of her lips.

But she hardly even pulls back enough to look at him properly, enjoying the heaviness of having one of his big arms draped around her waist again- her favourite accessory. Snug against her hourglass form.

"Oh wow, I been on your mind, huh?" the playful sass that always radiates from her is thick as she tosses her head and makes her eyes big before rolling them. "Next, you're gonna be tellin' me how you been restless, tossin' and turnin' cus ya been up thinkin' about me all night!" the woman has to laugh, "gotta be honest, didn't think there was much room left in that brain for anythin', let alone lil ol' me to occupy a single thought in that big head of yours."

She gets cheeky, winding back up nice and close in his thick embrace again, her voice low, a husky whisper in his ear, "thought you had enough bodies to keep you warm? Nah, guess it's the new year. Most of them's must be past their expiry date by now, is that it?" another snickering laughter hisses out of her before her lips are on his again, hands finally admiring those big swells of bicep yet again.

( I got to finally play some last night! I guess everyone's had time to master them? I was playing Bones and those Wyatt's were no-scoping me like a pot-bellied middle-aged man obsessed with the army playing cod is2g... it was a war zone with Bones having Nam flashbacks and all. Just had to take it all in... A DISASTER!! But he is SO fun to play. I don't know how Wyatt's are tagging me like that, the aim system is so bad.

Johnny in his button up on the graveyard map... I'm panting like a dog over here. Shirtless on the storm gas station map, too, is dangerous. I don't know why or how I just keep ending up in his dumb arms! Stupid sexy Johnny!! My teammates are like where are you going?? I don't know!! he told me to be a good girl and come sit at his feet. AM I GOING TO ARGUE? No. I'm not stupid. I'm smart. Peak survival instincts. Big brain strats.

You've been thinking about me? I feel so bad, it's been like, 100 years and I've just been withering away to life, keeping you both waiting,,,, :( well I've been thinking about you too!! Thinking about how I should get up and reply dammit and summon all this creative energy from the gods.

Tag it as whatever! Dommy mommy is so cute lol I don't even have a name for lil miss no-name store brand bimbo over here. I'm terrible. Johnny Lover #210 tramp stamp across her back.

Glad we can now both get back to it, though. <3 )

"Shaddup..." Johnny growled while his lip curled into a nasty sneer of teeth and gum.

He was annoyed, not just with her but himself for missing her sassy insults and belittling comments. Her warmth and the way her curvy, soft body felt pressed against his own. Or her lips against his as he begrudgingly reciprocates with a silent fondness, lips and eyes locked together in a sultry stare.

Should have kept his mouth shut, but he had honestly missed her. Missed this seductive, if frustrating, vixen.

Pulling away to get some air, he stared down at her with narrowed eyes. "Yer lucky yer so damned cute, an' brought beer..." he hissed before grabbing up another bottle to crack open and take a few generous gulps from then offering it to her.

(I've been lacking in some TCM time.. played a little during the 2x exp event but honestly haven't played since. Hopefully I'll have more time to play now, need me some Johnny playtime or getting murdered by the man.

Take me to Church Johnny at the graveyard is too perfect, I need to take a million screenshots of him there in it because it's just so damned... Chef's Kiss. It's like they knew he would mesh well in that button down in an abandoned church.

DommyMommy it is, lol. But I feel on the lack of creative juices, kind of why I've been slow to reply on top of it being so cold here and how tired I am after work. All rather draining, but yeah! Definitely glad we can get back to it, just don't force it, alright? Take you're time driving Johnny up the wall, lol)

#johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #tcm game #ask the badman #johnny rp #dommymommy rp #rp

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kitten4sannie · 6 months ago

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BSHSHWHW THAT PIC OF JOONG KILLS MEEE I JUST WANNA 🤲🏼 spspspsps YK? annoyed you in a good way BAHAH i live for writing san all out of pocket like that it’s my fave <33 PRAY FOR TWINS 💀 you’re so right tho!!! RIGHT?? esp bc the pieces of the outfit look like chocolate lowkey so you could just wait till it melts and…. AHEM - omg thank you?? that’s so :(( <33 heheheh that’s what i thought of too 😋 he was like 👀 wait a damn minute……. 👁️ a head pat awww ;^; HE’S DOWN BADDD. yess yn is so dommy mommy coded in this ughh 😮‍💨 the husband’s a lil bitch >:(( purrrr 💅🏼 she didddd but it was like a fake display of affection for the public ~~ SHSJWH that’s actually really hot im ngl…. she missed out ‼️ yk he got that dog in himmm and YES LET EM�� KNOW 🗣️ so, so nasty and UGH warriors san my beloved <333 ehehehe i couldn’t resist writing that line and yes we love a good cameo 😽 SAMEEE something about licking away tears is so raw, primal sex coded and it gets me EVERY. TIME. LMAOO FR like we are wayyyy past that 😭😭 bro is just here for the love of the game (fic title reference ayyy) 😭 hehehe it’s what i do <33 thank you for reading and commenting as always rain!!! 💖

dolce and gabbana

pairing: san x guest! reader (fem)

genre: pure smut with a tiddlywink of plot

summary: san can’t seem to get you off his mind after sitting next to you during the latest D&G showcase, so he has no choice but to get you on his dick instead.

w.c: 3.3k

warnings: some alcohol use, subby until he’s not! san, dommy mommy who folds instantly when san asserts himself! reader, both reader and san mutually go after one another despite knowing one of them is MARRIED (hoes will be hoes what can i say <3), reader’s husband is a dick ofc, misogyny (from said husband), cheating, seduction, exhibitionism, mommy/daddy kink….. (i’m weak okay,,), teasing, ITS BIG BTW AND CURVED……, only praise and pet names (omg who hacked k4s???), groping, fingering, kissing, dry humping on a couch in a very crowded room, one neck bite, san cums untouched, oral (receiving), squirting, one singular pussy slap, san puts reader into a mating press on her husband’s side of the bed just for funsies, manhandling, size kink, breeding kink, creampies (sannie cums a lotttt)

a/n: as a pudding since day 1 i am in absolute shambles thanks for asking <3 and YES im very aware i posted yesterday but the fic demons cannot be silenced!!! and just fyi i’m sure san was very grateful and absolutely brimming with excitement to be at the show!! the way i wrote him here does not reflect his actual feelings towards anything,, its just a silly fic and i wrote what i wanted lol. also i wish i could tell you how many times “dolce and gabbana that’s on my titties~” played in my head while i typed this out 😭😭 (also i did not proofread this whatsoever so forgive me if there are errors) but anyways, i hope you enjoy :33

song recs: la romana by bad bunny, rover by kai, planet goddamn by mac miller

San knew eyes would be on him. Why wouldn’t they be? He was dressed to the nines, his hair slicked back to showcase his alluring, feline-like eyes, his sharp, angular features that could give someone a fatal cut if they looked for too long, and most importantly, he was all decked out in a sleek black custom-made top that perfectly adorned his broad shoulders and chest, one that even cinched securely around his impossibly tiny waist. Of course it did. It had been custom fit and made just for his body. Even the tailor had jokingly mentioned that Michelangelo himself must’ve sculpted him to perfection in the heavens before San was born, but San wasn’t laughing. He perfected his body through his own sheer willpower and determination alone, to be the best that he could be for his own self — and if people just so happened to drool over the results of his hard work, then that was simply a perk.

Holding his hand up to shield his eyes from the many camera flashes, he continued to make his way down the walkway, offering many of the starstruck guests a courteous, though charming smile, wondering if their wandering gazes were due to his breathtaking ensemble or what was sitting just below it. The thought tickled him. It continued to amuse him throughout the afternoon, taking picture after picture with eager guests and wealthy tycoons alike, quite pleased with himself when neither man nor woman could seem to control themselves around him, their eyes always drifting downwards to look San up and down like he were next up in an auction, their mouths pressed to their champagne flutes in an effort to quell the thirst they felt, their free hands lingering just a little too long on the small of his back when they bid farewell to him.

San relished the fact that these poor starving individuals could never get a taste of him, no matter how incredibly rich or influential they were. None of them would get a bite of the forbidden fruit without permission from God.

It was then that the show started, various eye-catching models sashaying their way across the aisle to showcase the latest D&G collection, all displaying their own unique set of features and charm. All flawless and angelic in their own right, but they were almost predictable in that way — like mannequins made solely for the rich and beautiful to gawk at. San couldn’t help but look past them, only focusing on the expensive, tailor made clothes that were framing their perfect bodies. And after a while, he almost seemed to grow bored. Of what, exactly? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the sheer gaudiness of it all, the lack of self awareness for things that really mattered in the modern world, and the almost nauseating amount of self-sucking the rich individuals around him seemed to be fond of doing. San would’ve pondered it more when somebody near him gently patted his thigh, causing him to look down at the small manicured hand, the diamond ring around your finger glinting in the light like a warning sign.

“Are you bored like I am?” you whispered softly into his ear from beside him, giving him a quaint smile when he turned his head to face you.

San blushed, leaning slightly in your direction. “Am I that obvious?”

“No, don’t worry. None of these drones will be able to notice.” You motioned your head to the crowd around you, their phones in hand, all whispering to each other about how revolutionary the new collection was, despite it looking eerily similar to the fall one from the year before. “You could whip your cock out and no one would bat an eye.”

“Oh?” San studied your flirtatious smile, then looked down just to make sure his eyes hadn’t deceived him. Yep, the ring was still there — and it probably cost more than a starter house. Delighted by your forwardness, San took it upon himself to tease you, reaching down to slowly unbutton his slim-fitted pants. “Well, if that’s the case…”

Your cheeks turning bright red, you reached downwards to shield his crotch from view, looking up at him with wide eyes, your faces now impossibly close. “I-i was fucking with you! Don’t actually take out your dick…”

San’s sharpened eyes flitted from your gaze to your cherry red lips, letting go of his zipper to gently take your hand in his, pressing it firmly down onto his thigh. “Yet…?” he challenged huskily, wondering if you were like all the others and would yank your hand back, scoff in disgust, and pretend as if it had never happened. It was then that San felt you squeeze your warm hand into the meat of his thigh, your fingers just barely pressing into the inseam of his pants.

“You can be a good boy and wait till the after party, can’t you?” you asked in a lower, sultrier tone, pressing your lips to his cheek to leave your mark on him, your hand moving further up his thigh, only pulling away when you felt something hard press into your palm. Smiling sweetly, you leaned in again, this time allowing your lips to brush over his. “Good things come to those who wait.”

And just like that, you turned forward to focus on the models all gathering onto the stage at once along with the designers, clapping along with the rest of the crowd when they all took a bow. You blew a kiss to one of the designers who caught it and pretended to put it in his pocket.

Still breathless from your short encounter, San nudged your thigh with his own, biting into his lip and tasting the sweetness of your lipstick. You nudged him back, glancing at him through the corner of yours eyes, licking at your own lips, like a predator would before pouncing on their prey.

San couldn’t believe he had finally met someone like you. There was a serpent in his garden — and he couldn’t wait for it to swallow him up.

The after party was predictable as always — strangers binge drinking and snorting powder off of your previously pristine marble tabletops, others telling embellished stories about their latest trip to their private islands to various locked-in acquaintances, some off doing god knows what in your many empty guest rooms, and you could not, for the life of you, care about what your husband was currently cackling over with his close friends, focusing on the crackling wood sitting inside the fireplace you were all huddled near. When you inevitably ran out of champagne, you patted your husband’s leg so that he could remove his arm from your waist.

He looked down at you with indifference. “What is it?”

“I need more champagne, honey. I’m going to get some.”

Your husband’s face scrunched up. “Haven’t you had enough? If you drink anymore, you’re going to lose your nice figure.” He looked to his friends for validation who simply nodded along in agreement.

Your husband’s chauvinistic comments didn’t bother you anymore, just his persistent presence in your life. He was like a mosquito that was always trying to drain you, one that you could never seem to swat away. Well, nothing a little dick couldn’t fix. “That’s funny, because I seem to recall the tailor coming in this morning for an emergency visit to alter a certain suit,” you mentioned, this time pushing your husband’s arm away from you, surveying his now quiet friends with an unbothered look, before wandering off, not registering the insecurity driven ramblings that your husband was sending your way.

Once you made your way into the crowded loft, you searched your surroundings for what you were looking for, humming at the sight of the pretty boy from earlier sitting on the large plush couch in the corner, a half-empty champagne flute in hand, his attention on one of the models that had walked for your husband’s collection a few hours earlier. He was even more handsome now that you could study his captivating details, your eyes drifting over his bulky frame, from his large arms and shoulders, to his delicate waist, and down to his spread thighs, zeroing in on what was between them, knowing that the beautiful stranger was blessed in more ways than one based off what you had felt earlier.

Without hesitation, you slowly made your way across the room, your stiletto heels digging into the fur carpet below with each concentrated step, licking your red lips when the model placed one of her hands on San’s thighs and squeezed it, his suddenly submissive expression causing more knots to form within your core. You were going to make him yours.

San could barely hear the pretty model’s words over the loud music and the many overlapping voices inside the loft, not knowing what to say when she moved closer to him, clearly going in for the kill. It was then that someone stood over him, their heel nudging into his loafer. He looked up, his once hazy eyes opening wide at the sight of you standing above him with a bottle of champagne in one hand, your other hand already cradling his face. “M-miss…there you are…”

“Here I am,” you purred, running your fingers along his jaw, satisfied with the fact that your lipstick print was still visible on his tan skin.

San gulped, just about spilling the drink he was still holding onto, unknowingly spreading his thighs open further, as if he was giving you an unspoken invitation to climb onto his lap.

Humming, you lowered yourself into his lap, your plush thighs and ass pressing snuggly against his lower half. “Look at you,” you cooed softly into San’s ear, not caring to give the now fuming model any attention, lowering the cold champagne bottle in between your bodies, chuckling at the soft whimper he let out when it pressed into the exposed sections of his skin. “You’re such a good boy, saving a seat for Mommy like this. Aren’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes, I am, s-so good for you…”

“Then, be good and open your mouth,” you purred, lifting the almost empty bottle and pouring some into your mouth. San’s jaw slowly dropped, not knowing that he was already beginning to drool. You didn’t mind, clutching the sides of his heated face and pressing your parted lips onto his, transferring the sparkling alcohol to him, but not without running your tongue over his.

San brought his hands up near the sides of your ass, his fingers trembling, not knowing if he was allowed to touch you, whimpering into your mouth when you sucked the alcohol off of his tongue.

“You can touch, baby.” You reached for his wrists and brought his hands underneath the hem of your short dress, gasping when he squeezed the softness of your ass in between his ringed fingers and began to slowly guide your hips, your clothed cunt rubbing back and forth over his stiffening cock. “Mm, someone’s eager, hm? You’re a naughty one, making the main designer’s wife grind on your cock like this in front of everyone.”

“It’s…Mommy’s fault…” San murmured near your ear, rolling his own hips up into yours, making you feel every inch of his trapped throbbing cock each time he ground himself into you, biting into his lip at the sound of your breathless moans, swearing he saw your grimacing husband from over your shoulder.

“My fault, huh? Mommy should make up for it, shouldn’t she?” you sighed back onto his heated skin, pressing kiss after kiss onto his collarbones, dragging your tongue along the constellation of freckles he had on his neck, making him shudder underneath you.

“Uh-huh…” San moaned out, your hand suddenly squeezing into and sliding back and forth over his erection, your thumb repeatedly rubbing over the pronounced tip, knowing he was staining his expensive pants with sticky pre-cum. “F-fuck, I’ll cum if you keep doing that…”

“So sensitive, baby, you’re so cute…but you’re not the only one, you know? Look what you did to Mommy~” You gave his balls a gentle squeeze just to hear him whimper, before letting go, instead reaching for his hand again and leading it between your legs, moving your soaked panties to the side just in time for San to fill you up with two thick fingers.

“You’re so wet…” San groaned, unable to keep himself from adding another digit inside your slick hole, beginning to pump them in and out of you, allowing the both of you to listen to the obscene squelching sounds your cunt made each time he finger-fucked you. Something switched inside of San when you began to whine and whimper, and fuck yourself back on his fingers, your eyebrows screwed upwards, begging him for more with your teary, half-closed eyes. “So fucking wet just for me, huh? Hey, Miss, did you know your husband is standing just across the room? Think he’s hard knowing I just got his pretty little wife wetter than she’s been in her entire life?”

“B-baby, don’t tease me like that,” you whispered, not wanting the control you had over him to slip out of your grasp, grabbing onto his shoulders, accidentally causing pieces of his solid outfit to fall off and land onto the leather couch.

“It’s San, Miss, but you can call me Sannie if you wanna be a good girl for me,” he chuckled, shoving his fingers into you up to the knuckles, rolling your clit around underneath his heavy thumb. “And, I’m not teasing you, my love, he’s really watching us, and he looks like he wants to kill me.”

Just as you looked behind you to catch your husband’s displeased gaze, San began to ram his soaked digits into your spasming cunt, feeling his lips, tongue, and teeth on your neck. “O-oh my god, Sannie, oh, fuckkkk…”

Just as your warm arousal began to pour out onto his fingers and lap, San bit down into the area where your neck and collarbone connected, letting out a few stunted groans, his hips jolting up into yours, coating the insides of his designer pants with white.

“Did you just…?” you began, before San stuffed his fingers into your mouth, growing quiet and sucking your arousal off of them. He pulled them out with a pop, but you didn’t even get the chance to continue your question because you were suddenly being lifted up into the air, strong hands clutching your thighs, your legs hooked around San’s waist.

Your defeated, emasculated husband was just a blur when San carried you through the crowded room and up the stairs, not stopping until he got to the largest room at the end of the expansive hallway.

“Which side does your husband sleep on?” San asked, once he stood at the foot of the kingsized bed.

“On the right. Why do you–O-oh,” you gasped as he quickly laid you out on the right side of the bed and lifted your dress up, forcefully spreading your thighs open so that he could bury his face in your cunt, repeatedly lapping at your slit and clit over your soaked panties until he couldn’t take it, reaching up to tear your panties off with ease. “Sannie, baby boy, what’s gotten into you?”

San looked up at you with dark, dilated eyes, reaching up to his broad body to rip off the rest of his outfit, his solid muscles flexing as he closed his fingers around your waist, yanking you lower so that your cunt was closer to his face, looking like he was about to eat you alive. “Daddy’s hungry,” he simply replied, diving back into your cunt to lick and slurp up your juices, tonguing your hole just to feel you clench around him, his nose nudging your clit as he ate you out like a starved man.

Sooner or later, you began to shudder and pant, tugging at the ends of San’s sweaty hair, your thighs pressing into the sides of his head until he forcefully held them down, quickly moving his head up and down as he dragged his tongue roughly over your throbbing clit, his focused eyes never leaving yours. “S-sannie, I’m really, fuck– I’m gonna cum…!”

“Cum for Daddy,” he demanded gruffly, stuffing three fingers into your cunt and pounding them into your g-spot, lifting your ass up with his other hand so that he could catch the stream of arousal that suddenly squirted out of you, some of it inevitably soaking into the satin sheets below you. San licked your juices from his lips, going down to give your puffy cunt one last lick to savor your taste, before standing up from the bed and unbuckling his pants.

“Y-you….Did you get possessed by a demon?” you asked half-jokingly, unable to keep your thighs from trembling, wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your wrist.

“And if I did? You’d still let me fuck you, wouldn’t you?” San smiled devilishly, his dimples appearing, kicking off his pants and running his closed hand along his curved, dripping length. He pressed his thighs against the side of the bed, running the tip of his cock over your lips, watching fondly as you sucked and licked the beads of pre-cum that leaked from the slit.

“I would.” Lifting yourself up so that you could completely rid yourself of your disheveled dress, you reached up for the handsome stranger, licking the saltiness from your lips. “Now, come here and show Mommy just how much Daddy wants her.”

San wasted no time climbing back onto the bed and folding you up into a mating press, leaning back to send a few wads of spit onto your cunt, smacking his hand against the wetness for good measure, before he plunged himself deep inside you.

You just about screamed, not ready for San’s unusual size and shape, the curve of his cock rubbing deliciously along your tightening walls each time he pounded himself into you. “S–ann–ie…! It’s so big, fuck– so good!”

“Aww, poor baby’s never had a big cock stretching out her pretty pussy before, huh?” San cooed into your ear, pulling all the way out, just to slam himself back in, hitting your g-spot dead on, making you cry out deliriously. “You’ll never be able to go back to your husband after this. You’re gonna be begging for me to take care of you from now on….” San pressed his lips against yours, sucking on your tongue as you moaned out for him. “Want you to cum for me again, baby…Squirt on my cock, okay?”

“S-Sannie, it’s too much,” you whined out, dragging your nails down his broad back, your toes curling just as San punched your next orgasm out of you when his curved cock once again came in contact with your g-spot.

As you began to cry from the overwhelming pleasure, San licked your tears away, gently pressing his lips into your cheek and jaw, shushing you. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s here for you.” He clutched you close, holding still inside you, as his cock began to twitch. “Here it comes, princess, just for you.” A hot, creamy stream of cum began to shoot out into you, completely drenching your insides with his load.

You could hardly speak at this point in time, solely concentrated on the pleasure that still had a hold on your sore body and the warmth that was filling you up to the brim, suddenly realizing that your husband really wasn’t going to be happy with you. “Y-you shouldn’t have…nnnngh….”

San continued to roll his hips into you, his eyelids fluttering, groans spilling from his throat, your cunt still milking his pulsing cock for all it had, which was a lot, to say the least. Once there was nothing left to give you, San leaned down, pressing one last kiss to your lips, not caring that you had left your lipstick all over him. “Can I ask you something, baby?”

“Y-yes, San?”

San smiled, his glossy brown eyes glistening in the light. “When you have my baby, will you have the heart to tell your poor husband that it’s actually mine?”

Panting heavily and trying to process what the handsome stranger just said, you finally came to the realization that you let someone who didn’t even know your name possibly impregnate you. Well, at least you had something to talk about over breakfast with your husband, rather than hear him go on and on about his latest collection.

“I’m not sure about that one…”

“Can I ask you one more question?”

“Hm?”

“Should I name our baby Dolce or Gabbana?”

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Sleep walk - Quentin Smith x Fem reader.

Just a lil heads up that this is pretty long, sorry, not sorry;)

Warnings/additional tags: mature, angst, praise kink, dom/sub undertones, pet names, handjobs, slight edging, it’s giving dommy mommy vibes and I’m living for it.

Summary: after being protected by reader in his first in entity trial with Freddy, He later finds it hard to fall asleep, he comes to reader for help.

Notes: listen I’m absolutely FERAL for subby whinny men. Just. *GIVE IT TO ME* (slams credit card on table)

He was… struggling to say the least. The poor boy was visibly shaken while kneeling beside her, trembling hands buried into the newly started gen. He was newer, not terribly new, but he was never this anxious, he was actually quite brave. something about his demeanor had completely changed, He knew something.

“Hey… you doing ok hun?” Turning her eyes away from the many severed wires, she glanced at him, concern written on her features.

He didn’t answer, he was in a trance like state while his fingers moved desperately in the gen.

“Quen?” Speaking again she put her previously busy hand gently upon his tense shoulder, breaking him from his trance with a violent shudder.

“Y-yeah?” He looked over at her beside him for the first time that trial in shock, his heart racing in his chest as he tried to still his shaking hands before resuming his work.

“You seem very tense..” squeezing his tight muscles as she spoke, the action making him close his eyes and sigh with contentment before quickly recomposing, returning to his previous alert state.

“Stay awake. Stay awake.” Mumbling to himself, completely ignoring her presence as he shook his head trying to shake the tiredness.

“…it’s him isn’t it?” she sighed in annoyance, leaning back away from the gen to look at him more clearly, taking notice of his quick breaths and tired eyes.

“I always know when it’s him.” He was scared, rightfully so. He had to deal with him before now, and then here too. It was a living nightmare to face Freddy in trials, she knew so she couldn’t imagine the fear he felt as he realized it wasn’t over.

“Listen, you take it easy this match ok? I’ll handle the distractions and unhooks, you just try to keep safe.” Noticing the worried look upon his face, she knew she had to protect him. They were friends after all…

He removed his hands from the machine, his lidded eyes fixed on her own in shame.

“I-I can’t do that to you, I’m sure I’ll make it through” he looked back down to where her hand was still rested on his shoulder, gently rubbing small circles into his muscles. He needed that, needed any touch from her to reassure him.

“No. You do this for me Q, promise you’ll go easy.” She almost pleaded with him, moving closer protectively before trailing her fingers into the curls that escaped down the side of his beanie, doing every thing in her power to calm him.

“Won’t you?” Her voice was calm and smooth like she was trying to lull him to sleep which in this situation wasn’t the best idea even though he couldn’t deny the heat that rushed to his cheeks at the sound.

“Y-yes if that’s what you want” he gave a side smile, trying his best to put confidence in his words but at the feel of her touch and the chill that sent shivers down his spine from the lingering eyes of the nightmare killer, he was having trouble, needless to say.

Patting his shoulder in approval she refocussed her hands on the almost completed gen, making sure not to miscalculate while doing so. As the gen popped she stood from her place beside him, taking his hand and helping him stand as well; the drowsiness not helping the matter.

“You got this, you always do” holding his hand longer than nessacery, softly. Like she was telling him a million thoughts and feelings through that one small touch and he knew if she said it was ok, it would be just that.

He shook his head as she let go of his hand, turning her attention to the too close for comfort scream of an injured teammate. Taking that as her cue to leave she shot once last lingering glance at the boy behind her before starting in the direction of disturbance.

His heart fell as he watched her leave him, fear consuming him whole as he tried his best to gather his thoughts. Next gen. Another gen is what’s next. But before his plan could be put into action, his body froze and eyes closed as the disturbing sound of the nightmare’s laugh invaded his senses.

……………………………

She had lost track of time, beginning to feel like they had been trapped with this fucker for eternity. Blood from her friends stained her clothes, looking down she only now realized it was Quentin and her left; she silently prayed he was safe and working on the last gen while she continued to loop red and green through the many rooms of Lery’s Hospital.

In her rush of adrenaline she failed to realize that running to the end of the map was a horrible idea, because it led right to Quentin, quickly working on the last gen. Her heart pounded in her chest as she quickly made a u turn, trying to avoid the nightmare while in the process. But it was too late, Freddy had already saw, completely ignoring the girl that he had been on the entire match he made a b line straight for his true obsession.

“Shit!!” She watched in horror as Freddy neared the man that was still crouched beside the loud machine, frantically trying to connect the last few wires for the gen to pop. Right as he was going for the final wire he glanced back only to be met with the sharp metal claws of the burnt man behind him.

Before he knew it large knives dug into his back, cutting deep and painful. His scream rang out through the empty hospital in echoes. With the man’s claws still deep in Quentin’s skin, Freddy hoisted him up upon his shoulder, his metal hand still hidden deep within the other man’s flesh.

“Shit shit shit shit..” she whispered to herself, turning quickly on her heels, she desperately reached out for the forgotten flashlight of her past teammates. With only enough battery for one save she put her nerves aside and ran in front of Freddy, getting a good distance before carefully aiming the flash directly into his line of vision, then flipping the switch and shining the light. Right before the juice drained, the tall man in front of her let out an annoyed groan, drooping Quentin to Shield his eyes.

“Yes! Come on!” Screaming behind her, she watched as Quentin leaped down from the taller man’s shoulder, grunting as he touched the ground and immediately clutching his chest. She ran back to him, giving him a apologetic look before gently grabbing hold of his arm, looping her own around his back, careful to avoid the wound. Holding onto him as support, she began running alongside him; careful not to push too hard as they searched for a safe place to hide.

The previously loud heartbeat that rang loudly in her ears now was faint, continuing to fade the longer they ran. His groans of pain became louder, she looked beside her, he had started to clutch his chest harder along with his breaths becoming more labored and quick. She knew she was pushing it, she had to find a safe place to heal.

Spotting a gen in the far corner she silently prayed that is was the one he left when Freddy got to him, it’s hard to keep track of the machines in this goddamn place, so many twist and turns that most times she went in full circles. Dragging him along to the end of the map, she placed him down behind stacks of boxes and some chests.

“Let’s fix you up” sighing while wiping the sweat that stuck his hair to his forehead away. she then grabbed her handy med kit, gathering the supplies quickly all the while looking behind her shoulder constantly for the sight of the killer.

“I can do it. Don’t worry” he looked up, wincing in pain at the slight movement. He tried to reach out for the supplies, reaching her hand but she softly grabbed it and placed it upon his lap.

“Shhhh, I just want you to take it easy right now, yeah?” She gently shushed him, searching for the wound she carefully started to wrap thick bandages around him, beginning to reach for more bandages, she stopped in her tracks at the sound of faint footsteps, hearing the humming and feeling the heart beat far away in her chest. She needed to get this gen done.

“I’m going to get us out of here ok? You stay put.” turning around she was stopped by a hand gripping softly around her wrist, looking back at his expression, what she found wasn’t resistance like she had thought, but a look of appreciation. Not the glad and happy kind but rather the desperate kind. Giving him a small smile she then quickly got back into focus, turning and pushing her fingers deep to find the tore wires.

“It’s almost there, hold on a little longer..” she spoke in realization that this was the gen that Quentin had been tore from, her eyes glanced between the injured man beside her and towards the hallways, keeping lookout as her fingers moved on their own accord.

“Finally.” She sighed under her breath as the machine popped to life. With no time to waste she quickly dropped beside Quentin, putting both arms under his she dismissed the VERY close proximity with red cheeks. He was injured she can’t be having those thoughts now.

Pulling him up caused a loud reaction from the boy, grunts of discomfort traveling to her ears. She held him close as he regained balance, never letting go of his arm while beginning to run towards the gates.

With the exit sign close in sight she silently celebrated her victory, but the celebration was cut short as she heard the faint “1, 2, Freddy’s coming for you” hum in the distance. With no time to waste she pulled the man alongside her faster, slightly pushing his limits but at this point there was no other choice.

“Almost out hun, stay with me” she kept composure, speaking calmly not to only further worry him but also convince herself he wouldn’t bleed out. Putting him directly in front of herself, her body shielding his own as she reached out for the old rusty handle of their way out. She pulled the lever down as quickly as possible, continually looking behind them as she felt the pounding not only in her own chest but in his as well.

As the ticking beep of the exit gate sounded out so did the sick tune of the nightmare, the gate inched slowly open at last but one last look behind her told her what she already knew. Pushing Quentin into the safety of the exit gate she braced herself for impact, a cry escaping her lips as the long metal fingers sliced down the back of her body. With no time to waste she quickly ran for the out, grabbing a horrified Quentin’s hand on the way; with no looking back they pressed on, the entity already consuming them.

……………

The day had passed quickly, surprisingly. With no other trials to deal with for the day on her part, night had came before she knew it. She hadn’t heard from Quentin since the match with Freddy earlier that day, she meant to check in but every time she left her small shack and to the main campfire, he wasn’t around. Assuming he was resting, she pushed the thought aside. She instead returned to her makeshift bed, picking up a small worn book she found while roaming the woods one night.

Moments past, the grey sky outside continuing to darken the room she currently was resting in, turning her attention away from the book in hand, she reached out for the small lamp beside her to flip the switch next to the bulb on. The dim light filled the small room, enough for her to continue reading as the night only became darker.

She was beginning to fall asleep, mind hazy and eyes blurry as she read. Just as she closed her eyes there was a soft quiet knock on her door. Shooting up from her spot on the makeshift bed below her, she shook the tiredness from her eyes and crossed over to the door quickly. Opening the door to only see a visibly exhausted Quentin, struggling to stand straight.

“What’s wrong??!” She whisper shouted in worry while opening the door more to gently grab onto his arm. He looked up at her, eyes so weary and weak that she had to resist the urge to cry. He looked so helpless that it sent pangs of guilt straight to her heart.

“I- I can’t sleep, and you always help” he spoke so softly, his voice laced with uncertainty. She could tell this wasn’t easy for him, the trust he had to have in her to let his guard down.

“Oh honey… come on” he relaxed at her sweet words, the constant fear that he felt was less whenever she was around and he couldn’t go a minute more without her tonight, the fear would consume him whole. Without another word her small hands wrapped around his, leading him past her and into the shack. Closing the door behind him, never letting go of his hand as she locked it.

“Come on sweetie you can have the bed” she walked by him, moving the covers aside and fixing the pillows while he hovered anxiously. He stood and watched her, not daring to move just yet.

“Quentin..?” His eyes shot up from the ground, Instead meeting her worried ones. He gave a small smile before doing as told, dropping down beside her to get under the covers she was holding up. His muscles relaxed slightly at the feel of the many blankets she had placed upon the mattress, it was so very different from his own.

He let out a sigh and closed his eyes at the warm feel, he was starting to feel safe almost, but he knew the thoughts would creep back in soon enough.

“There you go..” she was whispering again, that smooth almost lullaby tone that could put him to rest in no time. She pulled another blanket across his chest, making sure it was around him securely before trailing her hands up to his beanie, carefully pulling it off and seating it aside.

“You tell me if anything is wrong ok?” His eyes glossed over with unshed tears at the tenderness of her movements, her hands playing with his soft curls upon his head while she spoke. The way she looked at him, her eyes showed no disgust like he had feared, no. They were more beautiful than ever, so full of genuine care and understanding that he’d face Freddy a million times over to see again.

He shook his head yes, her hands making it hard to focus on anything other than the feel. He wanted to speak, so bad. Wanted to say everything that’s been on his mind since they met, how he feels, How he wish he knew how she felt. But again, fear. Fear is a bitch.

“Yeah?” She asked again, seeking confirmation before she left to lay in another spot. finally meeting her eyes he only gave but a simple “ok” so small she wouldn’t have heard it if she wasn’t closely listening.

“Then I’ll just be over here” she began to move from beside him, making her way across the small room to a beat down chair in the corner. His breath hitched at the sudden loneliness he felt, he knew that she was only a few feet away but that didn’t stop his heart from beating out of his chest in fear. He tried to settle down, turning his head and closing his eyes but the feeling wouldn’t cease.

………………………

It had been so long, hours maybe, that he had been awake struggling against the sheets. His quick breaths never slowing as minutes past, the restlessness was getting worse, he tried to kept it down to a minimum before but now… Now there’s no stopping it. She could hear his breathing, hear the sheets that he was constantly fighting with and her heart broke. It was getting more consistent, she thought it would be better to leave him be, not to interfere. She couldn’t anymore.

“Quentin.?” She whispered into the dark, his movements paused abruptly. Before he could speak he felt her gentle hands upon his arm, reaching down to take his hand. Shaking hand. She gasped at the contact, holding it tighter.

“I’m here now” holding up his hand to her lips she gave the back of his palm a chaste kiss, trying everything she could to comfort him. He sighed shakily, turning on his back to face her crouching form.

“I- I can’t do this..” he spoke so low and quietly, his voice shaking as he tried to hold onto what dignity he had left. He was so tired, tired of being tired.

“I know it’s hard.” Whispering back she moved her free hand to his cheek, turning his eyes to face her own, she realized why he wouldn’t spare her a glance. His eyes, so desperate, so red. Her heart ached at the sadness she felt through them.

“It’s okay…” softly rubbing his cheekbone, she sighed. Leaning down to his laying form she pulled him closer to her chest. She felt his breath hitch and his muscles relax as he positioned himself into her warm embrace.

Wrapping his arms around her middle, he finally felt some bit of release from his own mind, but the feeling wouldn’t last for long.

…………………

Struggling against her proved difficult, her soft shushes and light touches onto his skin made him even more desperate, but not for sleep.

“Help me.” Fighting with every emotion in his being, the words finally broke through. His heart racing and body shaking from need, he needed a lot of things right now but the only one that he wanted in that moment was her.

“Tell me what you need darling” resting her head upon his own and tucking him under her chin, she pulled him closer, awaiting an answer.

“You.” It came out in a breathy whisper against her neck, she wouldn’t have heard it if she didn’t feel it, feel it in the way his lips subtly grazed along her chest or the way his hand traveled a little too low down her hip.

His eyes. So full of so many emotions at once, but as he looked up from her chest, the only ones to be found was pure want. Desperation. And something soft, that she couldn’t quite place.

“Please. Make me forget.” He was on the verge of breaking, so tired and confused and scared. He needed safety, reassurance. So at the moment when he trailed his hand up the side of her waist in question, she promised that she would give him just that.

“Of course I will baby..” taking the hand that was still tightly grasped on her waist, she interlocked their fingers, instead giving him her hand to squeeze.

“Lie back for me” it wasn’t a question, or a demand. But he knew to follow. Taking her hand away from his own she placed it upon his chest. Gently pushing him down into the many soft blankets.

“Are you sure?” He watched every word that escaped her lips, traveling to his ears so light and quiet. She was truly angelic above him, and he wouldn’t look away.

“M-mhm” watching her as she laid beside him. Waiting. He didn’t have to wait for long as her fingers reappeared over his chest. She propped herself up on her elbow, she faced him on her side, right in between his one arm.

“Yes or no, sweetie?” Cooing into his ear, he tightly closed his eyes, speaking beginning to become difficult as she started to pluck away at the buttons on his blue shirt, oh so slowly.

Skin. She finally touched his skin. He looked down to see her fingers parting the now unbuttoned shirt, he watched as they slowly drifted along his stomach. He felt himself twitch in his now tight pants, it’s been so long since he felt a caring touch.

“I’ll stop if you don’t use your words Quentin.” A statement that with others would’ve been said with demand or authority, was quite the opposite with her. Much like all her other actions, it was gentle.

“Yes. Yes. don’t stop.” He looked up pleadingly, the mention of stopping instantly shaking him from his shyness.

“Shh, don’t worry sweetie” he calmed, sighing as her hand still gently trailed across his stomach. He looked down where her hand met his skin, watching as it began to move closer and closer to his bulge. He tucked his head into her shoulder, her unoccupied arm went around his head, using her hand to gently scrape through his curls.

She finally cupped him, so lightly but that was enough for him to whimper in her ear. She continued to move her hand against him, he bucked along with her touches, moaning at finally feeling some relief.

“You make such pretty sounds for me baby.. ” he hummed into her neck, trying to speak but as she reached for his studded belt, all hope was lost. She slowly undid the leather, taking the zipper between her fingers she pulled until the cloth gave way. He was trying, he truly was trying to control his hips, to not be so desperate for just a simple touch but as she slid into his pants with a hum of praise, he had fully lost control.

“oh s-shit” his whimper that ghosted against her neck, shook her right down to the core. if this is what he sounded like with just her touch, she wondered how he would sound if she was to slip beneath the covers, slide him passed her lips? the thought alone had her rubbing her thighs together. she pushed the thought aside, that was for another time.

“that’s it, don’t hold back” rubbing him at a slow and steady pace was greatly rewarding for her, his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, making such pretty sounds as he gently thrashed against her body.

She withdrew her hand, earning a grunt of disapproval from the boy below her, she softly shushed him before trailing both hands to his waistband, in one fluid motion she pulled both articles of clothing down his pale legs. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach in the process.

“Fuck.” He threw his head back with knit together brows, groaning at the feel of finally being released. She placed her hand back around his neck, pulling his face into her chest and petting his hair, gently shushing him as his needy cock twitched beside her.

“You’re so pretty… so beautiful..” she looked down upon his now bare skin. So soft yet strong and she craved to ruin it. She trailed her hand down his chest, taking time to trace every inch of skin she came across.

“So pretty… aren’t you?” She put her forehead to his, his cheeks so red, mouth agape from the pleasure so she drunk it all in, taking a mental picture for later.

“Aren’t you?” She repeated after she received no answer other than his heavy breathing, that wouldn’t do. She needed to hear him. His eyes looked into hers when she removed her hand from his stomach to raise up his chin.

“Y-yes” he didn’t look away, instead refocusing his sight upon her lips, wondering what they would feel like against his own, or down his neck, down his stomach. Around him. He twitched at the thought, and she grinned sickeningly sweet, seeming to read his thoughts.

“You wanna kiss me baby?” With that she inched her fingers closer and closer to where he needed them most, he flinched at the feel with a moan.

“Please” it was a broken plea, she had already ruined him without trying, she was beyond happy to slowly inch closer, never stopping her hand movements as she leaned forward.

“I’ll make you feel so good” she panted against his lips, finally grasping fully onto his cock at the same moment she pressed her lips upon his own. He groaned into the kiss, his face contorted in pleasure, hips violently bucking into her now moving hand. using her other hand she gently grasped his dark curls, pushing him as close as she could to deepen the heated kiss.

Pulling away she stayed close, watching him shudder as she continued the slow and steady pace she held on him.

“More.” Whispering into her lips, he lifted his hips, taking his own hand to tightly grasp around the arm that was currently working him. she gave no resistance to his pleads, fastening her fingers against him.

she moved her leg to tightly wrap around his own shaking one, pulling it appart from his other for better access. She then pulled his head back as gently as she could by his hair, tucking herself in his neck, she trailed her lips across the smooth skin just below his ear before whispering.

“don't have to ask baby” he outrighted sobbed when she fastened the slow teasing pace she previously had on his pulsing cock. She knew it wouldn’t be no time before he began to beg for release.

“F-feels so good. Don’t stop.” The words were muffled and choked, he clung to her arm desperately, moving his other to wrap over hers that was placed around his dick, trying to speed up her movements as he began to feel that high he so eagerly needed.

“Not yet honey” right as he was so close to toppling over the edge her movements against him slowed until she completely stopped.

“I can’t” he threw his head back in defeat when she held his hips down with her leg. She shushed him, calming him down with soft caresses and kisses, taking her time to brush away the sweaty strands of hair that stuck to his forehead before planting her lips upon him.

“I know, but it will be worth it.” with that she started the slow pace again, his dick now even more sensitive to her touch. “F-fuck.” Turning his face back to hers, he strained for her lips, she gave in easily, leaning forward to press his with her own. Humming into the kiss before pulling away, she then instead trailed her mouth back down his outstretched neck, whispering thoughts of praise and adoration as she left kisses on his sweaty skin.

“Thank you.. thank you” so small and tiny, the words were repeated over and over, escaping his mouth quietly like a silent prayer.

Looking down where her fingers wrapped around his length, she moaned. The sight of him, was enough to make her go mad, but him like this? God.

She began a faster pace again, this time content on letting him come. Twisting her fist along with the movements she turned her attention back to his face, loving that he already tucked himself into her neck, muffling the loud moans into her skin.

“Look at me” she whispered into his hair, somehow pulling him closer to her while still continuing with the ruthless pace. He looked up, before looking away in fear of coming. She turned his face back to hers, putting her forehead against his, she breathed him in like he was oxygen itself.

“I want to see you when you come ” and with that began the start of his upcoming release.

“O-oh god. I- I need to” he stuttered into her lips, trying desperately to kiss her but failing as more moans occupied his lips.

“That’s it baby. You can let go” that was all he need, throwing his head back with final strings of broken moans passing his lips he finally. Finally released.

His back arched into her hand, still slowly coating him through his seemingly endless orgasm. She watched as cum spurted over and over to land on her, the liquid coating her fingers completely, making it so easy to overstimulate him.

“Too much” he panted against her, his body so incredibly close to her own, clinging onto her as if she would leave. His breathing was so heavy that she didn’t press on, letting go softly, hearing him whimper at the feeling.

“Are you ok sweetie?” She voiced her worry, looking back at his now completely ruined state. He was truly beautiful like this, his soft pale skin now so red, and so sweaty. He was glistening, in more ways than one.

“I have never. Never, felt better” turning his head he gave her a bright smile, his eyes that were so tired before had some light in them once again, maybe he had forgotten? At least for a bit. When he’d remember, she’d be there to make him forget again.

She smiled back, so full of adoration that she hoped he returned. Taking her clean hand through his hair, she pulled their lips together, kissing him slowly, pulling away she stood from her spot beside him.

“please, don’t go.” His smile disappeared, almost as if he expected her to actually go, it broke her heart hearing the words. She wouldn’t go.

“I’m just going to get a few things to clean you up, then I’ll be right back, I promise.” She took his hand, kissing his knuckles, before turning again.

She came back with a wet cloth and cold water, poor thing was probably so thirsty, he did have quite a workout. Gently wiping him down till no spot of their earlier activities was left, she then threw the cloth down, instead reaching for his pants, pulling them up as lightly as possible.

She looked up at his face while doing so, he looked surprisingly… content. Her heart soared at his calmness, it warmed her inside and out to know that somehow, she helped him forget.

“Thank you..” he spoke shakily as she moved to lay beside him, tucking him into her embrace, not leaving an inch of his body untouched by her own.

Kissing his forehead she sighed happily, looking down to find he was already looking up.

“I quite like helping you, you don’t ever have to thank me.” She smirked, moving her hand down to his, uniting their fingers together.

He moved closer, giving her a final kiss before readjusting himself with a yawn. He brought her closer, and tucked himself into her chest. She held him, never intending on letting go.

“Sleep now darling, I won’t let anything harm you tonight”

… promises made, promises kept.

FUCKING FIN.

Jesus Christ.

End note: did I just pour my entire heart and soul into a fandom that barely exists? Yes. Do I regret it? No, but goddamn I could’ve made it shorter. Also I wrote most of this on laptop so that’s why the layout is a bit different.

My heart belongs to Quentin, I hope after you read this yours will too, he deserves the love<3

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