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xxxevilfilms · 1 year ago

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Breed Me Stupid, Chief!

Info: Aria is visiting the Kiske Family to spend time with them at the castle, leaving Sol, a Gear going through the throes of a seasonal rut, to his own devices. Thankfully Axl is there to help him out when he stops by Sol's shop to annoy him.

Warnings For: Dubcon, Breeding, Knotting, Bara, Oral Knotting, Cumflation, Monster Cock, Cock Worship

Decided to post some of my fics here to share the GG love. It's extremely explicit and deals with Sol wanting to breed Axl silly so viewer discretion is highly advised.

"Fuck... Fuck..."

His skin is searing. His eyes are misty. Limbs quake and tremble as he struggles to keep himself upright on his sweat-soaked mattress. Another terrible orgasm has ripped through him and Sol has to bite the sheets to keep himself from punching another hole in the wall. The knob at the base of his cock swells painfully with need, unable to fully expand, and quickly deflates, leaving him unsatisfied and desperate. He growls in frustration and grabs his massive cock in both hands to hump vigorously into his own grip. He held on tightly to his knot, desperate to have it catch onto something, and imagined his hands were the velvety walls of his mate's pussy, sucking him in, trying to wring his cock for what it's worth. Instinct consumes him and he fucks his hands with reckless abandon, unable to stop his hips from moving. His cock leaves stains of sweat and prerelease on the satin bedsheets, and when the Gear finally feels his knot swell and his balls draw into his body, he comes, but the orgasm is short-lived as always. His knot deflates again and semen does not escape his twitching cock. His fat balls, already heavy with unreleased sperm, swell to an obnoxious size, causing the old Gear to curse bitterly at himself for letting his rut get this bad. Homemade suppressants or Aria's cunt usually helped with his monthly ruts, but both were gone, which left Sol feeling, for lack of a better word, "backed up" and running out of options. He could make more pills to make his dick go down, but he was way too wound up and tired to focus on something so time consuming. Even with Aria around to take care of his cock when he got like this, he shouldn't have slacked off so hard on keeping his suppressant supply up, but hindsight was 20/20. Right now, this shop and probably everything on this side of the country will go up in a blaze of come and glory if he didn’t find a hole to fuck. Interesting way to bring Aria back from her family visit to Ky's castle, but at least she'll get here faster.

Sol slowly sat up on the bed to sit down on his ass, chest rising and falling quickly as he struggled to catch his breath. His huge cock settles at an upright curve directly over his stomach, it's piss slit dripping precome all over his abs while his balls pulsed for some kind of relief. Sol instantly reached for the oversized loins between his legs and squeezed his sack roughly in his hand, shuddering at the feeling. It's always like this when he can't bust one during a rut; his cock grows a few inches longer and his nuts get so big they can hardly fit in his hand anymore. Without a hole for his knot to catch on, Sol was incapable of ejaculating, making his balls fill with come that he was unable to shoot out. He could orgasm, sure, but they were dry and the pain that came with not being able to come was what made his ruts so unbearable. He had half a mind to barge into Ky's castle and take Aria right there in front of him, but in this state, he'd most definitely hurt her. About as long as his arm and almost as thick, his cock was just too big for her cunt right now. He's just going to have to settle with fashioning some kind of half-assed, makeshift fleshlight if he wants to avoid leveling this entire mountainside into a crater.

Sol staggered to his feet and was about to make the harrowing tread towards his garage, but stopped when he heard the doorbell ring. Clearly not in the mood to deal with customers, Sol gritted his teeth and stayed in his room in hopes whoever was there would go away, but they didn't and they continued to ring the doorbell anyway, much to Sol’s annoyance. About ready to bust out the window of his bedroom to scare the fucker away, Sol got off of his bed to do just that until he heard the person's voice call for him outside.

"Oi, Chief! I know you're in there!" It said.

Sol froze and relaxed a little when he heard it. That voice belonged to Axl--good old, plucky, pain in the ass Axl. Usually he would at least entertain the guy whenever he showed up around here, but the Gear didn’t want to deal him today given his “condition” and all. He should honestly ignore him and carry on with his fleshlight idea, but Axl was persistent, and the sooner he shooed the blonde away the better. Sol sighed and narrowed his eyes as he stomped his way out of his and Aria's shared bedroom to head down the stairs, still naked and burning hot. He didn't care if Axl saw his dick and balls out; it'll just get him the fuck outta here quicker.

Just when Sol entered the living room and was about to open the front door, the Gear stopped walking to regard his erection once more as a thought crossed his mind. He and Axl used to fuck on the occasion, usually when they were both drunk, but the sex they had was always pretty good. Axl was a bit of a slut when it came to cock, so Sol wondered if Axl didn't mind helping him out with this right now. The Gear grumbled and considered it a moment longer, causing his cock to give a mighty twitch that made more fluid leak out and dribble over the shaft. Fuck it, Sol thought impatiently; fucking Axl would be better than wiping out an entire country from orbit just because he couldn’t bust a nut.

Once Sol reached for the front door and swung it open, he was greeted by Axl's exuberant face that quickly turned into shock. The younger man gave Sol's body a once over before staring dead on at the massive cock in front of him, completely confused. Before he could ask why Sol answered the door pantsless, the old Gear grabbed Axl by the collar of his jacket and pulled him into a searing kiss, his hands dragging the helpless man into the shop before slamming the door behind him. He held Axl against the door’s wood paneling then, and grinded his swollen cock shamelessly against Axl's thigh, the feeling ripping a moan from the young man that made the blonde submit to Sol completely. Sol's tongue plunged and fucked its way into Axl's mouth soon after while Axl's hands wandered all over Sol's chest to pinch at and twist the dark brown nipples that dotted the old Gear’s pecs. Their makeout intense and extremely uncoordinated, Sol slobbered all over the younger male like a rabid dog. Axl didn’t seem to mind apparently as Sol could feel Axl getting hard himself, but the Gear knew he had to explain himself to the poor man before he winded up raping him against this door. Much to his displeasure, Sol pulled away from Axl and whispered hoarsely into his ear, cock still humping into his jeans.

"I need to fuck you." Sol hissed out.

"Fuckin' hell, Chief, I can see that..." Axl chuckled a little and pinched Sol's nipple harder. "Where's Jack--uh, well Aria, I should say?

"She's out." Sol's teeth nipped at Axl's ear lobe. "With Ky at the castle. Won't be back till next week."

"And she don't care about you shaggin' your best mate?"

"I have to." With much willpower, Sol moved further away from Axl to grab his cock and lift it over the blonde's stomach. Axl stared in complete awe at it with bated breath, his eyes running frantically over the venous skin and dripping tip. Not at all intimidated by the size, the younger man bit his lip as his fingers itched to touch it.

"Fuck, Chief..." Axl cursed. "What's got it so...?"

"Fuckin' Gear shit." Sol spat. "Called a rut. Basically my body wants to breed, and if I don't, I'll go crazy. I usually have Aria here for this, but now that I don't, this shit happened." He pumped himself a little for emphasis. "If I don't fuck you, this whole countryside is gonna go up in flames with you in it, so I suggest you get to work."

"Shit..." Axl eyed the giant member and whistled eagerly at it. He'll admit that he was a bit of a slag when it came to fucking Sol, but seeing him like this, all big, red, and wanting, made Axl hungry. It was the same cock he pumped, sucked, and fucked before; it was just bigger, and way, way thicker which meant that it would feel amazing once he managed to fit it inside of him. He really only came over here to drag Sol out for some bar hopping, but this was a fine change of plans.

"Well when ya look this desperate, it's hard for me to ignore ya, mate..." Axl smirked and kissed Sol once as he used his hand to fist the old Gear's cock. His touch was experimental, curious, and explorative, itching to pleasure, but also eager to learn. It would do the blonde some good to learn more about what he’s working with, and Axl was more than happy to study up on this type of Gear biology. Axl’s tongue and lips left a wet path from Sol’s lips to his chin as he moved his hand up and over Sol’s length, shivering at the absurd time it took to stroke from the base of his dick to the bulbous head. Touching was definitely different than looking, and now that Axl was finally playing with this massive rod, it suddenly dawned on him just how huge it had gotten. Sixteen throbbing inches of pulsing, twitching meat jumped with life under his touch, it's weight heavy in his palm and skin soaked with free-leaking precome that coated his fingers in a thin sheen of fluid. Axl admired the obscene way Sol's essence coated his hands, and fisted the base of his shaft roughly. He squeezed and rotated his wrist to milk everything he could from Sol's thickness, the pressure from his hand causing a swell of flesh to gradually flare from the end of Sol's cock. Becoming bigger and more firm the more Axl passed over it, the curious time traveler closed his grip around Sol there and felt that knotted flesh expand under his palm soon after.

Sol growled almost savagely at the contact. "Gonna fuckin' kill me..." He cursed out.

"I ain't the most familiar with Gear dicks, so please educate me, Chief." Axl twisted his hand again and tugged back on the skin. "Wanna tell me how to work this big thing proper? What's got it all hard here?"

"That's just my knot..." Sol hissed, eyes glued to Axl's fist. "Some Gears have it, some don't. I was one of the few miserable fucks to get one."

"One man's misfortune is another man's luck." Axl kissed him again. "Dunno what the Gear Maker had in mind to give you a bloody knot of all things, but I ain't complaining. You can fuck me like a dog all you want." Axl said against Sol's lips before slipping his tongue inside his mouth. He moaned lewdly and rolled his erection against Sol's thigh.

"Always such a kinky bitch..." Sol pulled away before Axl could go any further and grabbed for his hair to wrap his blonde locks around his fist. He tugged harshly at his scalp and made Axl look up at him, an act that had the young man grinning seductively at him.

"Let's take this upstairs. Aria will kill me if I make a mess down here."

Axl shivered at Sol's words, almost whimpering in protest when Sol pulled his hand away from his hair, but let it happen anyway. He'll be able to sit on that giant dick and ride it to his heart's content once Sol led him upstairs to his room.

Neither of them could keep their hands off of each other long enough to get to the bedroom, and once they did, clothes were ripped off and hands were exploring exposed flesh on rigged bodies. Axl was now just as naked as Sol save for the bandana still wrapped around his head, and once he was good and ready, Axl guided Sol to the edge of his bed so he could sit down while Axl quickly dropped to his knees to admire his buddy's prick up close. His eyes trailed up and over the absurdly thick shaft and bulging knot once more before finally settling on the very large testicles that were drawn tight against Sol's body. Heavy and very red, it was obvious that Sol's rut has been doing a number on him down here as well. His balls were huge, big enough to overfill his hand if he held one, and Axl reached for and kneaded Sol's left testicle in his hand to test that theory.

"Shit...!" Sol gripped the sheets, cursing in a mix of pleasure and pain. "Don't fucking do that...!"

"Ah, sensitive, are we?" Axl asked. "That rut thing made your stones massive, Chief, and fuck, just look at how swollen they are. Were ya able to bust one at all today?"

"No, which is why you're here. I hate having these ruts because I can't come, and if I can't come, I get backed up." Sol panted out. "I can orgasm, but when I'm backed up, I shoot blanks, then my nuts swell. This is probably the worst they've gotten in years."

"In years, eh?" Axl absorbed the information and nodded before smiling oafishly. "We gotta edge you more often then..." He chuckled a little as he dipped his head down. "Because this..." He brought his other hand to Sol's right testicle and squeezed either of his balls together under his fingers. "This is quite something, Chief. I'm gettin' all hard just thinkin' about how good you'll fill me up..." Axl held them close to Sol's crotch and fondled them none too gently in his hands, causing a heady trickle of precome to leave Sol's piss slit immediately after as Sol lurched forwards on the bed. Axl laid a kiss on Sol's shaft then and continued playing with his loins, thumbs tracing over the curves of his sack as he bounced them idly in his hands.

"Fucking hell, Axl..." Sol gritted his teeth and grunted. "You're gonna be in a world of hurt if you keep this up..."

"Why? I'm havin' myself a little biology lesson here." Axl looked Sol dead in his eyes he dragged his tongue up and down his cock, poking and sliding it along a thick, throbbing vein that ran along the side. "I'll let ya come, Chief, don't worry. If you can hang in there for just a while longer for me, that is." He kissed Sol's skin again before moving his lips down his cock once more. Axl's own neglected arousal jumped with need when he tasted the piquant musk of Sol's sweat, moaning deeply when the taste and smell of that musk grew stronger the further down he went.

Sol's knot and balls throbbed strongly for some kind of stimulation, and Axl, more than happy to tease, suckled longingly on that huge knot as he played with Sol's loins more. His balls were so big, fat, and full as they pulsed for relief and churned with backed up sperm Sol couldn't shoot out, and desperate to feel his hot sack warming his mouth, Axl lifted Sol's cock over his head and dragged his tongue up and over the older Gear's balls.

Sol tasted strongest here, and to further savor that hot, masculine flavor, Axl closed his mouth around one testicle and sucked it deep into his mouth. It filled the space between his tongue and teeth completely, prompting Axl to suckle hard around the rounded flesh as he stared into Sol's eyes. He watched his friend's pupils blow up, his frenzied gaze switching between Axl's own eyes and the testicle he held in his mouth. Panting much like a real dog, the Gear looked like he was ready to pounce on Axl, but Axl wasn't going to give him what he wanted just yet. He wanted to play with him more and test the limits of this new cock. Axl smirked and raked his teeth gently over Sol's sack as he used both hands this time to stroke his cock again. His grip tight like before, he moved his fists over Sol's knot to edge him more, forcing more of his precome to pour from his slit and drip onto Axl's silken locks. The time traveler hardly minded, let alone cared. The piquant tang and musk of man-flesh on his tongue and invading his nose was driving him crazy; Sol always tasted good, but now he tasted amazing.

Growls not unlike that of a wild animal slipped by Sol's clenched teeth as his fingers dug holes into the plush comforter beneath him. Axl was a tease and a damn good one, so it was only natural Sol would get so frustrated. Sol usually didn't hurt him too bad when Axl played with him like this, so hopefully he didn't mind too much.

As Axl continued worshipping Sol's balls, the Gear glared daggers at the younger man and grabbed his cock to slap it roughly against Axl's forehead. Axl flinched and cringed in mild discomfort as he peered up at Sol, clearly annoyed, but Sol didn't care and reached for Axl's hair to weave it in his fingers again. Axl's annoyance slowly turned into mild concern when he watched Sol angle his soaked cockhead against Axl's mouth and press it firmly into his plush lips. His voice muffled and brows set into a slight furrow, Axl asked Sol what his deal was.

"Oi, I like a bit of pain, but take it easy with the hair--"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch." Sol barked out. Axl felt his stomach drop at the threatening tone while his cock gave a defiant twitch of interest. "I told you you'd be in a world of hurt if you didn't get on with it didn't I?"

"H-Hey, Chief, I was just preppin' ya! No need to get so touchy, eh? We're just a couple of mates foolin' around, ya know?" Axl chuckled nervously and tried pulling away from the cock resting on his lips. Sol's grip was tight however, and he held Axl's head where it was, the strength in the old Gear's hand alone reminding Axl of how weak he was compared to him.

"Fuck the foreplay, I need a hole to breed." Sol showed no mercy and rubbed his cock against Axl's lips and nose, drowning the younger man in his scent as if he was marking him as property. Axl shuddered and inadvertently poked at the turgid flesh on his face with his tongue, making Sol laugh cruelly. "Look at you, you probably want this more than I do, becoming my bitch for the night, ain't that right, slut?"

"F-Fuck, Sol..." Axl gasped, extremely turned on. Sol could probably smell how horny he was, could smell how badly he wanted that giant rod inside of him, and Axl had no choice but to admit to himself that he needed this just as bad as Sol. Axl breathed in the scent of Sol's cock again before sticking out his tongue to firmly prod at the Gear's slit, coating it with spit as he gazed into Sol's eyes again with wanton, feverish desire.

"Good bitch, such a good cock sucker..." Sol slapped his cock against Axl's face again. "That's right, work that cock, get me nice and wet for that pussy..."

Axl groaned at Sol's words, this time in anticipation, and traced the underside of Sol's glans, his tongue swirling around the tip in a slow, languid circle. Axl couldn't think of a witty response for once and gave into his lusts, submitting completely to the gorgeous length before him without issue.

"What a fucking slut..." Sol angled himself again and forced the tip past Axl's lips, until the blonde's mouth was completely covering it. Axl moaned loudly and curled his tongue around the head before sucking on it.

"Fuck it..." Sol tangled both hands into Axl's hair and pulled the younger man's head down. "I'm gonna ruin this throat first before I fuck that ass. If I don't bust one now, I'll go crazy..." Sol watched his cock disappear into Axl's mouth as he used the blonde's face like a cunt. Sol plugged his pulsing throat with his meat, already filling Axl's throat full with his rod despite how only half of it was wedged inside his mouth. If Axl were normal and cared about his health, he would stop here and tell Sol he couldn't go any further, but like the horny, cock-drunk bitch he was, Axl let his eyes roll into his skull and moved his head down Sol's pole on his own, completely ignoring his gag reflex.

Sol let out a moan of pleasure mixed with relief as he admired the way Axl swallowed him whole. His throat bulged outwards and contracted deliciously around his cock the further he went, making Sol bite his lip and throw his head back in complete ecstasy.

"Fuck yes... Suck my cock, suck my fucking cock, bitch." He panted out. "Keep going, don't fucking stop, or I swear to God..."

Axl took note of the desperation in Sol's voice and obeyed him wordlessly. Sol's cock was already down the entire length of his esophagus, leaving only an inch or so of space between the cockhead and the opening to his stomach. He was only about three inches away from taking Sol's knot, but he doubted that it could fit. It was a miracle in of itself he didn't throw up from taking him in this deep, so maybe it was best to just work with what he had already instead of taking more. Axl pulled his head back to give Sol a proper blowjob, but the old Gear held Axl's head down again and growled loudly at him in warning.

"Don't. Fucking. Move." Sol snarled and kept Axl's mouth on him as he lifted himself off the bed, his hold in Axl's hair tightening. With savagery Axl has never seen from Sol before, Sol reared his hips back and plunged the rest of his cock down Axl's throat to plug his mouth full his knot. Axl jolted violently in place then, his eyes widening and head spinning as Sol stretched his lips to the limit with his knot, and pierced through his throat with his dickhead. A strange, discomforting fullness bloomed in his gut soon after, a sensation of dull pain comparable to that of a minor belly ache, and Axl had to take a second to come to terms with the fact that Sol literally fucked into his stomach.

And yet he was still the hardest he's ever been in his life.

His breathing restricted to little wisps of air he took into his nose, Axl remained on the floor, moaning and groaning, as Sol positioned himself over Axl a bit more to fuck his stomach better. Thighs shaking and toes curling in excitement, Sol tilted Axl's head upwards and humped vigorously into his face, fucking his mouth deep and hard so that his knot didn't slip out. Axl’s gaze grew hazy and unfocused as he wrapped his arms around Sol's thick thighs to hold him close, unable to control the carnal yearnings inside of him anymore. Spit, sweat, and what felt like gallons of precome dangled heavily from his bottom lip and splattered against his red face when Sol's swollen balls slapped roughly into his chin. Axl gurgled, gagged, and retched in pleasure at the lack of control, forcing the blonde to hug Sol's legs tighter against his chest so he couldn't pull away. Everything felt so good, so damn intense, Axl wasn't sure if he could last for long. His own cock red, his balls tight, and brain turning into mush, Axl was driven by lust and pure instinct alone now, coming and making Sol come being the only thoughts crossing his mind.

"Fuuuck...!" Sol cursed loudly, unable to keep his voice down. "Feels so good, fucking your throat pussy...!" The Gear went faster, much to Axl's delight. "I'm gonna knot your mouth and fuck my come into your stomach...!" He moaned. "Gonna taste nothing but jizz for a week after I'm done with you...!"

Sol's throbbing, pulsing cock twitched erratically against Axl’s flesh as he neared his climax, prompting Axl to prepare himself for the flood of come that would no doubt fill his stomach. Sol was unable to hold back the howl that escaped him, his hips stilling and body stiffening up as he came into Axl’s stomach, knot finally inflating and locking completely inside Axl's mouth to keep his cock in place. The Gear bellowed out a cry of complete relief as days worth of hot, thick come spurted from his piss slit and traveled its way into Axl's stomach, his fat nuts undulating and expanding as they pumped loads of backed-up sperm into Axl's mouth, as if trying to knock up his abused throat.

Axl meanwhile mewled rapturously as he let Sol use his face as a pussy to dump his come into. Tears of pleasure rolled down his red cheeks and joined the sloppy mess that coated his chin and lips, the time traveler's stomach bulging outwards bit by bit the longer Sol drained his balls down his gut. Corded abs chiseled onto Axl's stomach faded away into his skin as Sol's jizz rounded out his abdomen, making it taut and fat with seed. Axl could feel that hot come moving and churning inside of him as it entered his body, impregnating his guts, trying to prepare his bruised stomach for children he couldn't give. But as more fecund sperm clogged up his insides, Axl's stomach eventually reached its limit and Axl had to spit it all back up. Sol's semen flowed back up Axl's throat and poured from the corners of his sealed lips in heavy rivulets when there was no more room in his belly, making Axl come hard at the bloated feeling in his stomach. He humped mindlessly into the air as his first orgasm of the night rocked him to his core, his own come adding to the mess that painted his belly and stained the floor.

Sol meanwhile took a few heaving breaths and peered down at Axl, admiring the blissed out, come-drenched state he left his friend in before wiping some sweat off his brow. His cock won't stop ejaculating at least for a few more minutes, which meant his knot wasn't going to go down anytime soon. That was fine with Sol though as his balls were still huge and ached to release more come that's been ripening in his sack. They probably held another few days worth of jizz before they could finally go back down, and Sol couldn't fucking wait to use Axl as his living fleshlight to make sure that happens.

"Hope ya got more in you, dumbass..." Sol licked his lips. "This shit ain't going down till my nuts are wrung dry, and I know just the pussy that's gonna help with that."

Axl hummed in response, his heart skipping a beat as his cock twitched with life once more. He'll be a good cumdump for him, the perfect replacement until Aria comes back home. His ass clenched and winked at the mere thought of taking this huge thing inside of his hole, going all the way through, and that was enough to make Axl come untouched again as more of Sol's semen gushed from his lower lip and bubbled out his leaking nose. Practically drowning in come, Axl wanted nothing more than to have Sol breed him stupid like the bitch he was.

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angelicsaiko · 9 months ago

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Movie Night ♥︎

Happy Chaos, and the reader decides to have a movie night, though it doesn't go as expected.

A/N: It's like 2 am rn but like, yes. Anyways I had fun writing this. I hope you guys like it!

TW: Oral (male receiving), Hair Pulling, lmk if I missed anything else!

It's been rather lonely for you lately, so you decided why not just have a movie night with a friend, and what other friend would you pick than the man obsessed with drama, Happy Chaos? You and him were good friends for a good year or so now. You two would constantly goof of and make jokes at each other or even just have debates on philosophy and history. Even though he was a huge smart-ass who was practically the king of sass, you always found him charming in a weird sense. He was definitely a weirdo, but he was fun to hang out with. He wasn't someone who would get upset easily, and he had a good sense of humor, too. Sure, he was crazy, but you LOVED his crazy. Maybe a little too much. You would never fully admit it to yourself, but you had formed a crush on the blue man but always told yourself that he wanted nothing like that to do with you, but you couldn't help yourself but get excited for occasions like this where you two could spend time together. Just the two of you.

It took only 20 minutes before you heard your doorbell ring, which had you immediately running to the door. You had enough time to clean your apartment, but you didn't have enough time to change your clothes, so you were standing at the door wearing only an oversized T-shirt and striped panties underneath. You immediately smiled, however, and tried to brush that fact off when you saw Chaos standing right in front of you.

"Come on in! Sorry I didn't have enough time to change into regular clothes, though if you don't mind waiting for a bit then I can go change now, ehe.."

Now Chaos was the one that was smiling, shaking his head as his dark brown eyes gazed down at you. "Oh, it's fine, you know I don't like sitting around doing nothing, you know." He scratched his neck and shoulder a bit, waiting for you to move a little so he could get into the apartment. He wore a simple band T-shirt with some goofy graphic on it along with his usual black leather pants accompanied by his orange X-shaped shaded glasses and a black jacket with the insides yellow. His hair is a mess as usual, though it looks like he at least tried to keep it down and not all over the place, though there are still some visible lone strands that wrapped around his twin horns that poked out and curled upwards on the edges of his forehead. His halo was a black circle that hovered over his head, which had spikes coming from four directions. You always wondered what exactly he was, but you were too shy to ask him, plus you don't even think he even knew what he was. With the way his eyes looked into yours, it made you feel a bit light on the ground, but you stopped yourself from thinking like that. This is a movie night. Don't make it weird, Y/N!!

You finally snapped yourself out of your thoughts and moved out of the doorway and into the living room. You plopped down onto the couch and turned on the TV using simple magic currents from a tiny little remote. Chaos wasn't that far off behind you, promptly sitting down beside you with his legs spread, having no manners whatsoever as usual. You held back a giggle at that as you tried to focus on the TV.

"Anything you feel like watching? I have some horror movies, or maybe we could watch a comedy movie. Though most of them are pretty damn old." You let off a soft giggle as you said that before turning to the man right beside you. He was apparently staring at you but immediately refocused when he heard your voice, then looking at the TV as he seemed to be thinking. You sighed as you stood up before turning back to him.

"Well, while you think on that, I'm gonna make us some popcorn alright? Don't mess with anything while I'm gone, I know you, mister." You spoke sternly at him with a playful smile. That seemed to get his attention as he simply scoffed and shook his head, saying a drawn out "Fiiiine." with a big grin on his face. That grin faded when you turned away from him and walked off to the kitchen. While you were walking away, your T-shirt was hanging above your back, so the back of your panties was completely visible to him. He tried to look away, but the sight of your panties, the outline of your waist, your plushy thighs, every little detail would not leave his mind now. It started to drive him crazy in more ways than one, feeling himself get aroused by the sight, but he did everything he could to ignore it and just focus on picking a movie. He ended up picking an old horror movie that he remembered watching once. Since he remembered it being decent, he decided to choose that one. The thought of you would not leave his mind and it didn't help when you came back with your shirt slightly lifted up thanks to your arms being up to hold the big bowl full of popcorn, exposing the front of your panties. He immediately looked towards the wall, pretending he's just taking his glasses off to set down on the side table, when really he was trying to hide his flushed face.

Chaos is not used to these thoughts, and neither is he used to this attachment he has to you. His heart is racing slightly every time you are around, and it overwhelms him every time he is alone after spending time with you. He even went as far as to avoid you for awhile to keep his mind straight, he already had enough racing through his mind, he didn't want to feel creepy for having some random obsession over and ordinary girl, but he missed talking to you so he decided to accept your invite, thinking he would be fine. He was already being proven wrong, biting his fist as he tried to distract himself. Once you sat back down beside him, he was brought back to reality. Chaos had to cross his legs to hide what was growing in his pants. Maybe if he didn't wear leather pants, then it would be easier to hide. This caught your attention, though, as you have never seen him do that all of the times you two have spent time together. You then noticed that his face was turning a slight red tone, but since he didn't say anything about it, then you decided to say nothing about it. He was your friend, after all. You aren't going to catch him lacking unless you two are playing a video game.

You turned the movie one and leaned back into the couch, watching the movie with him. Chaos tried to focus, but he kept peaking at you and noticing how nicely your thighs pressed together, or how your stomach looked like all folded together, showing off the chub you had in your belly. Chaos bit his lip for a second before catching himself and looking back at the TV. Usually, he wouldn't care this much about how others thought. He would be brutally honest about it, but you were different. You were the only one who made him feel this way, the only one that made him lose his mind even more than it already was. He rested his hand on his thigh, lightly clawing at it to keep himself in reality and just watch the movie. That was until a sex scene started. Chaos was staring at the screen wide eyed, peaking at you a little to see if you would skip forward, but you seemed too relaxed to wanna lean over, he gulped and tried to hold back a whimper. He was harder than ever right now, and you were starting to notice, too.

You had peaked at him a couple times, and immediately noticed the growing bulge that was caged behind his pants that he so desperately was trying to hide, you have a good idea of what got him riled up, but you wanted to tease him a little. It looked so tempting, but you waited patiently. First though, you decided to lean onto him, resting your head on his shoulder, and your right hand rested onto his lap above his hand. You could feel him tense up and twitch a bit, which made you chuckle a bit to yourself before averting your eyes at the screen. Your living room was full of the sound of lewd moans along with the sight of the girl pinned down onto the bed, getting railed by some big buff guy as they both panted in unison. While Chaos was trying to stay together, you snuck your other hand down to stroke the buldge in his pants, rubbing it up and down slowly as you watched his face. You don't know what's gotten into you, but you will happily thank any god up there for allowing you to tease this man. God, was it worth it, seeing his blue skin be flushed red on his face as he let out soft pants and whines, biting his lip as he rolled his head back, causing you to grin and bite your own lip at the sight of him falling apart from your hands.

"What's gotten into you, hm? You've never been like this before.~" You teased, gazing up at him, ignoring the movie that was playing behind you. All that mattered right now was that flustered face and those dark brown eyes that managed to get darker as they gazed back at you. He cursed under his breath as he felt you move your hands to the zipper of his pants before looking back up at him.

"Mind if I help?~"

It took everything in his willpower not to just grab you and pin you to the couch. Instead, all he did was nod and whine out a "Go for it.." which you happily obliged to. Slowly unzipping his pants and bringing them down to his ankles. You slid down his boxers as well, allowing something to spring out from underneath and finally out of its cage. You were now face to face with his member, and immediately, you finally snapped out of your gazed thoughts and back into reality as you saw it. Would you even be able to take all of it? It was blue just like his skin, but it was tall and thick, some veins sticking out as it twitched and throbbed from the feeling of your breath on it. You sighed and leaned down, softly kissing the tip of the head before swirling your tongue around it. Just that was enough to make Chaos jolt and moan, letting out a couple of grunts as well. You grinned and started to lick up all around his cock, keeping eye contact with him as you slowly slipped the head into your mouth, before sliding more into your warm and wet mouth. He moaned, looked down at you, returning the eye contact as his free hand rested onto the top of your head before grabbing a handful of your hair.

It was without question. Chaos was losing his mind, but it felt amazing, and he didn't want it to stop. You started to bob your head back and forth onto his length, going at a slow pace as you were still trying to take his size, even though it's not even all the way in yet. At this point, you both forgot about the movie. You finally started to take more of his length into your mouth, trying your best to take all of it, but once you got closer to the end, your gag reflex would start. This caused Chaos to smirk, looking down at you as his hand that was in your hair tightened it's hold, his other hand that was on his lap the grabbed another chunk of your hair, before pulling your hair to take all of his cock. He immediately moaned and panted, doing this repeatedly as you choked on his thick length. He was basically fucking your face without much care of what your neighbors would hear, using your face for his own pleasure. That's what you get for teasing him.

"How does that feel, huh?" He said between pants and grunts, looking back down at you as he tried to focus his eyesight. "Don't worry - fuCK! I'm close..~"

Chaos moved a bit to get a good angle, before pounding into your throat, panting like a needy dog as he did so. His cock was throbbing and twitching in your throat, the salty taste of his pre-cum staining the walls of your mouth and throat as you drooled all over him. Your face being a complete mess because of him. It didn't take him much longer until you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, before shooting his thick white ropes right into your mouth and down your throat. He pulled his member out of your mouth, shooting more of his semen directly onto your face. He panted, before grinning at the sight of your face covered in his cum, softly patting your head as you both took some time to recover.

"We should watch movies together more often.." He said before chuckling. You on the other hand was lapping up his cum off your face with your fingers, before licking it all up with ease. He just watched with his face turning red once again, before you noticed that he was still hard. He simply grinned at you and you returned that grin.

"How about a round two?~"

#Happy Chaos #guilty gear strive #guilty gear #smut #character x you #character x reader #character x reader smut #Happy Chaos x Reader #fanfiction

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rwac96 · 2 months ago

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Comparing Sizes Meme

If you compare Zhu with other women like Bridget, Noel and even Harriet, she surpasses them when it comes to butts. That must make many ladies in Jaune's harem jealous.

Zhu: "Well, my ass is rather plump~."

Noel: *discouraged* "I mean, my butt's rather plump..."

Bridget: *scoffs* "My butt's better."

Harriet: *rolls her eyes* "Oh, get fucked! I'm called 'Thicclet' for a reason!"

Bleiss: *jotting down in her notebook* "And another bitch on the shitlist."

#answer #answered #answers #answer post #answered post #crossover #crossover au #crossover shitpost #crossover smut #blazblue #guilty gear #rwby #zenless zone zero #bridget (guilty gear)#noel vermillion #harriet bree #zhu yuan #bleiss schnee #bleiss gele

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xxnightmaregirlxx · 1 month ago

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Hey ! This is an intro !

Feel free to skip....

Ps the music is just for cute songs I like

I'm Nightmare girl ( so original, I know ). I have been thinking of changing my name to something else recently. idk what, tho. I'll update this with the new name if I do, lol.

I'm a writer! I do draw, but I hate my style, so do not expect art on my blog. Those are like my two main hobbies besides reading like crazy.

I write mainly sexual, gross, or sorrowful things. I'm not afraid to admit that it's just my cup of tea.

I use writing as my self-expression, so it will be usually what I desire unless my friends tell me to write something silly.

Smut is what I gravitate towards. Usually, that is it, but I can write an actual story trust. It's not all porn it's got some plot, I think.

I am a new writer!!!!

I am starting writing in a more serious context, I have written before, and it's just I am posting her now, I have fandoms I want to write for, but not yet.

My fandoms aren't exactly the most liked but if ur in them consider maybe following so I can see what you post about them so I can not so secretly stalk your blog and eat your content like a rat in a cage full of blooded decaying fingers cut of little person things.

List of Fandoms i am in ( sorry, it's so long )

( my penis...)

Guilty gear

Yuurivoice

Sonic

Kirby

Creepy pasta

Ranfren

Happy meat farms

UrbanSpook ( sorry, I like edgy shit I could make a whole blog post why I actually like this series )

The black farm ( feed the pig )

Pokemon

Garfield

The collector by John Fowels

Professor Eggheads Adventures

M&Ms

Boyfriend to death

The price of flesh

Psyco cuties

Picture perfect boyfriend

SpongeBob

Little shop of horrors

Rocky horror picture show

Dead by day light

John doe

Broken colors is kind of cool. I haven't played it, but I ingest content from it like crazy.

The Batman

I guess, Hellvaboss ? I only like Emberlynn, tho.

Fear and hunger

Fear and hunger termina

The boy

Black Christmas

The black phone

The jester

Terrifier

I've only written for like 3 of my fandoms, and you will never figure it out 🤫 actually four. I wrote a yandere M&M one-shot ( freshman year. ) anyways

Long live garfeldi

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raunchyr0nnie · 1 year ago

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Guilty Gal bedroom headcanons

Compiled my sex headcanons for the Guilty Gear ladies for fun, obviously this isn't all of them, it's the ones for Strive as well as the other ones I like the most

And like these aren't super in-depth or set in stone, they're just how I imagine em and what I think they like!

Ramlethal

-Service top

-Typically focuses on making sure her partner is taken care of

-Sex and intimacy are still something new to her so she enjoys receiving directions

-Not very picky when it comes to positions

-Really likes praise, but on the occasions where she bottoms she likes the sensory experience of temperature play

Elphelt

-Bottom

-Pillow Princess!!! Her darling should be so head over heels for her that they're willing to spoil her!

-That said, it's not like she won't put in the work when she needs to. A relationship is a partnership of equals, after all!

-Any position where she gets to look into her lover's eyes is a winner in her book

-LOOOOVES a good roleplay, she's got so many scenarios ready to go!

Dizzy

-Service Top

-Very unselfish lover, she will make sure her partner enjoys themself as much as she does

-Constant words of affirmation, telling her partner how pretty they are and how good they are

-Similar to Elphelt, loves any position where she gets to look her partner in the eyes

-Obviously good at praise and body worship, can also use her tail to great effect

May

-Top

-A lot of energy, can go for a while before she suddenly crashes

-Likes making her partner feel good!

-Handy with a strap but she can ride like the wind

-Enjoys sex in unconventional places, although not necessarily public

Giovanna

-Switch

-Very casual approach to sex, won't make a big deal or show out of asking her partner about it

-Likes being dominated but is willing to show a less experienced partner how it's done

-Lover her partner being on top of her but also likes oral a lot

-Semi-public sex is fun for her, she likes the risk

Millia

-Bottom

-Yeah I know she seems like a top at first glance but to me I think she's the type where at the end of the day she wants to be able to surrender control to someone who will make her feel good and take care of her

-That said she'll take charge and direct her partner if she needs to (her powers come in real handy here)! She can be a bit picky

-Loves being tied up, knowing that she can easily break out of it if she needs to

I-No

-Switch (girl's done it all)

-Sex, on top of being fun, is a distraction from The Horrors so her partner had better be ready to go at a moment's notice

-Definitely a selfish lover, she's more focused on her own pleasure, but with her prowess her partner typically ends up satisfied

-Anything's good by her but she'll typically go for positions where she has some control, like cowgirl

-She'll do pretty much anything but definitely has a sadistic/masochistic streak

Baiken

-Typically tops but a little more willing to bottom than you might think

-For her sex is more a physical need to fulfill so don't expect a lot in the way of romance or foreplay

-That said she's not selfish, she'll make sure her partner gets off too

-Likes it rough, so she'll gladly be on either end of doggy style

-She can dish out insults and take em too, so someone's gonna be bratty in this equation

Jack-O

-Switch

-Now that she's her own person, she's figuring out her likes and dislikes

-Her more energetic and silly personality has her more like a pillow princess, while her more reserved and insightful persona has her more willing to put in work

-Very flexible so she's a fan of having her legs over her partner's shoulders, being put in a press, etc.

-Likes experimenting but definitely very partial to using food in the bedroom (sweets of course!)

Bridget

-Bottom

-Struggles with dysphoria so if she's comfortable enough with her partner to be naked around them, that really means something

-You have to call her "good girl." You Have To

-She likes giving and receiving oral the most, but hey, she's got a nice butt too! Won't say no to getting fucked from behind

-She enjoys some light bondage, in a more established relationship she could maybe get into petplay

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hegoeshardasfuck · 8 months ago

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an imperfect mirror

wordcount: 1.3K

tags: subspace, petplay if you squint, praise, heavy petting, selfcest, dubious science, body worship, science/research kink, cat ears, therapy? WRONG. get softdommed

synopsis: Asuka created the near perfect clone of himself, aside from a few mishaps within the personality and the lack of cat ears, they were one and the same- and under normal circumstances he would trash the experiment, but there's a certain charm to his creation that he can't get rid of.

note: i'll be honest i may have been a lil bit high writing this one, but it still turned out good enough to post over here as well. pls dont kill me GG fandom. hope ya'll enjoy and if ya did consider droppin a like or checkin the Ao3 port

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53344246

Asuka was a man of science, but he was never a man of ethics. Everyone who worked with him in any field knew he'd abandoned ethics, whether it be Sol or Raven or Chaos himself, they knew better than to expect a man of moral. They knew better than to expect someone with a mind full of right and wrong, they knew a man with a mind full of questions and answers to those questions.

His clone is one and the same, aware of the corrupt methods that drive through Asuka's head. He woke up with this opalescent slime sliding off of his cloaks and layers of clothing, shivering and gathering a perspective on his existence. He knew from the second he was born into this world he was false, loaded with Asuka's knowledge he knew he could not be the original. His suspicions of living a false reality are only further confirmed when he sees the teal robes of who he knows is his creator.

"Well I'll be damned," The words are muttered by the creator, furred ears give a twitch of intrigue, "It worked."

The shivering form on the floor, as intellectual and logical and smart as he is, can't stop being afraid. He knows the plan, he knows what'll happen if he isn't deemed perfect, he'll be swiftly disposed of. He glances up to find nothing but a muted sense of pride and intrigue on Asuka's face.

He crouches down in front of his clone, is clone even the right word? He'll make a better word later, "Aesthetic perfection on the first attempt, I expected to burn through a couple failures first. Congrats, you're alive," He stands up and steps back from his clone, giving him the space to breath, "We'll call you R."

R nods along to the words, "I see then, Asuka," He stands up and brushes himself down, "Have you decided against the initial plan?"

"Did you brain come out right? You know how I feel about that plan," Asuka chided as he watched his clone come down from the rush of being born out of nothing all at once. Something he'll never experience for himself, he'll have to run tests on the product of his experiment. See what happens if death is threatened, see how the body and the brain reacts in his creation.

R gives a hum, "That it was brash and didn't have any thought put behind it?" He's so bold as to slide hands betwixt the layers of fabric on his creator's robes and there isn't any recoiling, instead those near maroon ears perk up a little straighter and a stifled facial expression almost comes across. But R picks it out, he picks it out with ease because it's his face, "How come I didn't get cat ears?"

"To try and lessen any antagonistic qualities of whose superior, a bit of difference to prevent fighting," Asuka explained rather briefly as he gripped R's wrists and pulled them from out of his robes, "Stay on topic."

"You said the plan was brash and not very thought out, a brief impulse if anything," He didn't dare try and wrench away his hands, instead he stared down Asuka all the same, "Are we going to proceed with the plan, or are we scrapping until proper vital checks are run on me?"

Asuka let go of R's wrists, "Good, you know who your creator is. Do what you like, the experiment will run until I say it's over."

R can't help the small smile on his face, already calculating the hundreds of possible things that he could do to his creator. He starts with taking hold of the fluffed up ears upon his muse's head, grasping them and running his fingers through the fur. He takes note of every single stifled and muted reaction it pulls from Asuka, slowly nudging him ever further from where they stood.

He lowers Asuka down to the floor, tracing his hands from the ears atop his head down the sides of his face to his throat and his clavicle as he drops down further and further. Before fingers can breach lower than the pelvis, the creator is coming down to the floor, butting his head into the touch. He absolutely shouldn't've decided that cat ears would be an aesthetic choice, because apparently that's rooted deep into his brain.

The touch, the slowly increasing amount of touch as he loses himself in the tender touches his product gives him. He loves it and he hasn't experienced it in far too long. He just lets the touch dismantle him in ways he wasn't sure he could experience anymore, ways he forgot existed.

"Good boy," The words are muttered above his head and he just closes his eyes because they stuff cotton into his brain.

He was right, he didn't put enough thought into this experiment. Letting his clone seduce him, letting his clone get him high on arousal, letting his clone fuck him. And at the moment it blossomed in his mind it sounded amazing, having someone who knows his body as well as he does explore it. Rehash known territory but do it differently, a new set of hands tearing him up inside and out to try and get a rush of pleasure. It would've been perfect, even if rough.

But his clone isn't really doing any of those things he expected at the moment, his clone is just touching him. His clone is just touching him and slowly disrobing him, slowly dipping his hands lower and lower and raising them right back up again. Tracing across each spot that he knows is sensitive above the belt and not even daring to go any lower.

It's more than enough to shoot Asuka into next week, but it doesn't stop and he doesn't complain.

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He's a mess after time has faded into something too abstract for his clouded mind to comprehend. He feels sticky and there's this constant rumbling in his chest as he sinks into the robes he rests on. He's purring and R abuses this fact, rubbing through the fur of Asuka's ears and carding through his hair as his creator squirms just a bit with a weak mewling sound.

"You're doing so good for me darling," R cooed as he ran his fingers down Asuka's front, dipping down to trace his V line as one hand rests upon his throat.

The creator just whimpers, staring up at his creation through teary lashes with nothing but adoration. Sure, he'll have to iron out all of the mistakes in his creations programming later on, but this is nice too. Having R just worship him by barely touching him in any of the spots known to evoke a climax, but still, his body is stained. Slick with sweat and cum alike, his everything shakes and he's not sure why. He can barely think at all, he just knows he's shaking and that R is making everything feel absolutely perfect.

His body convulses once more as two fingers press down at the crest of his pelvis, sliding along where the bone rests. He whines and words don't want to form and it's driving him mad because he has so much to say. He just, he just doesn't know what. Or how to say it at that. His hands come to claw at his creation's own robes as he whimpers and tries to articulate.

Gentle hands rest on his face, "Don't worry, I got you," He murmurs the words softly and they shoot directly into Asuka's nerves and bypass his thought. He melts and tilts his head up into R's touch, "Just breath with me."

And Asuka does exactly as told because if there is a heaven he created it and it's the mess of imperfections handling him so very delicately.

#guilty gear #asuka r kreutz x asuka r #smutfic #smut fanfiction #writing #lemon #fanfic #fanfiction

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littlebunnyotaku · 6 months ago

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I just wanted to say, I see your request and I'm working on them!! I'm just extremely busy rn!!'

i promise I'm going to have a request about I-No coming out soon!! I just need to finish some testing.

#idk how to tag this #mun is tired #professional yapper #writers on tumblr #writer things #college is kicking my ass #PHARM IS SO HARD 😭#I like statistics :3 #i no guilty gear #guilty gear #guilty gear smut #guilty gear strive #guilty gear strive smut #guilty gear x reader #guilty gear x you #college yapping #guilty gear baiken x reader #guilty gear x reader smut #i no

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xxxevilfilms · 1 year ago

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Manhole

Info: A drug addicted Chipp has sex with a group of men in exchange for sleeping pills.

Warnings For: Prostitution, Gyaku Ryona, Noncon, Noncon Drug-Use, Magical Drugs, Male Pregnancy, Lactation, Cuntboy/Reverse Futa, Fisting.

This is another fic I made in June that became so far my most popular oneshot for GG. I dunno why, though; seems like a lot of people enjoy reverse futa. Actual fic is under the cunt--I mean cut! Viewer discretion is highly advised.

Chipp looks past people rather than at them, unwilling to see that hungry, predatory glint that old men held in their bloodshot eyes whenever he was forced to sell ass to get his fix. It wasn't a glamorous life nor was it a proud one, but it was the fastest way he could make money while bouncing between jobs. He'd rather blow some idiots for a few hundred bucks than steal all his life. A criminal record wasn't going to do him any good if he wanted a decent government job, whenever the hell that would be. Being President was a bit of a stretch, but a man could dream.

Chipp stood at his spot on the corner between 5th and 6th where all the usual whores and druggies made their rounds. A weeknight, not many tricks were around, but a curious few were driving or walking by, giving himself as well as all the other local sluts a brief look before wandering off. Chipp didn't have to do much to stand out since he was one out of a handful of guys here who were putting out, but he still made an effort to look attractive. Shorts that rode up a little too high and a wife beater that resembled more a crop top than an actual shirt contrasted nicely with his hulking physique and figure. Chipp was bound to get someone eventually.

Chipp walked across the strip for the better part of an hour until he was suddenly approached by three young men; a brunette, a blonde, and a redhead. They wasted no time huddling around Chipp and making their intentions clear to him, their youth and vigor a welcomed respite from the old, nasty men he was so used to getting.

The brunette, who was a slightly older male with brown hair and red eyes, raised a small pill bottle to Chipp's face and shook it gently. Chipp immediately recognized what it was he was holding before regarding him inquisitively. As if reading Chipp's mind, the brunette finished his thought before Chipp could blurt it out.

"I've seen you before." The stranger says. "Only stud here worth a fuck who doesn't charge too much." He pops the bottle open and takes out one pill. It's pink and round like Ambien. "I wonder why that is."

"I'm generous where it counts." Chipp forces himself to coddle up to the stranger by pressing his huge chest against his body and running his hands down the brunette's hips. His pride pleads for him to stop, but he ignores it like he always does. "Extra bottle per hour, anything you want."

"Sounds like a deal." The Brunette places the tablet on his tongue and sticks it out for Chipp to take. Chipp mindlessly obeys and guides the man's tongue into his mouth, sucking on it briefly to take the pill down his throat. The Brunette moans and his friends take turns pinching at Chipp's ass. Chipp grunts but allows it before pulling away, energized and ready for what was in store for him.

"You gotta place, or you wanna fuck out here?"

The stranger laughs and throws an arm around Chipp's shoulder. It's a little awkward since they're the same height, but it works out well enough.

"Hope you don't mind if it's a little cramped."

~~~~~~~~~

The Ambien, if it was Ambien, was stronger than he thought.

Chipp feels hot all over, his chest fluttery and cock hard as a rock. The Brunette and his friends brought him to a grubby motel room with a bed too small to fit four men. Somehow they make it work and Chipp is currently tongue fucking the Blonde while the Redhead fondles his chest from behind. The Blonde has dark roots and eyes that bleed crimson much like the stranger's, but deeper and richer in color. Chipp thinks they're pretty and grinds down on him eagerly, feeling but otherwise not paying attention to the pair of big hands that were on his chest slip through the straps of Chipp's shirt. Fingers play with his nipples, tweaking and pulling them while a tongue swipes at Chipp's ear. Chipp groans and bites down gently on the Blonde's tongue in response. The Brunette is somewhere else in the room, huddled in the corner as if looking for something. Chipp ignores him and pleasures the two men he has now as his body grows hotter.

Mind now fuzzy and cock aching for attention, Chipp attempts to voice his wants to the men but all that comes out is a garbled moan that vibrates along the Blonde's tongue. The fog in Chipp’s head gets worse soon after, but the Blonde is aware of his needs and guides him to the bed. The Redhead from behind, a cute face with playful maroon depths that match his eyes follows after them, and Chipp lets both men strip him of his shirt and shorts as the heat in his body grows feverish. Chipp furrows his brows and tries to roll on his stomach, but instead flips to his side, suddenly too weak to move. He feels a moment of panic and then nothing as his breathing grows even and his eyes flutter close.

The last thing he hears is muffled laughter and shuffling feet.

When Chipp wakes up, he finds himself still on the bed, but unable to move. He shifts and tries to will his arms to his sides, but feels metal hold his wrists back. He panics and writhes frantically against the mattress, only stopping when he notices the shadowy figures standing over him. The men, whose bloody eyes seemed to shine menacingly in the dark, regarded Chipp like freshly caught prey. Their faces remained handsome and angular, but their bodies belied the beauty they possessed on their cheeks. Hulking and brutish with bestial markings that highlighted sinewy muscle, all men had a strange sigil on their chests that glowed with their eyes. Chipp's seen these things before, but only on television and in the occasional newspaper. These men weren't men; they were fucking Gears.

Chipp shrinks back, but the Gears follow, playing with teeming, engorged cocks that can put a horse to shame. Chipp struggled once more and immediately threatened violence, gnashing teeth as the Stranger and his men crowded around him.

"Get the fuck away from me, you freaks! I swear to God, once I break out of these I'll--"

"I don’t think you're in any position to talk, babe..." The stranger laughs as he moves his hand between Chipp's leg to press it firmly into his crotch. "Your little bitch hole is calling to me right now."

Chipp cringes and jerks upwards, but yelps at what he feels. The Stranger squishes and pokes up inside Chipp, not where his asshole is, but where his dick should be. Chipp trembles and looks down, unable to rip his eyes away from what he sees.

His dick was gone.

His fucking dick was gone.

The Stranger teases him cruelly by sliding a finger against wet, squidgy muscles that sucks it in deep, guiding it to a spot inside Chipp that makes him cry out. Chipp jolts back but the Stranger's finger chases him and slides over that spot again. Chipp screams and thrashes against his restraints once more. The Stranger wasn't playing with his dick nor a gash, but a cunt . A real live, sopping wet cunt that dripped with slick and soiled his thighs. Chipp's anger was suddenly replaced with horror; what the fuck was in that pill they gave him?

"Pretty, isn't it?" The Stranger shoves two more digits inside of him that tingle his walls and makes his hole burn. "I knew a whore like you could handle it; not many guys get a pussy as nice as yours, stud. Seems pretty clear to me you're made for this."

Chipp hears the men laugh at his plight and sees the Redhead and Blonde jerk their cocks over his head, allowing Chipp to see their members up close. They were thicker than his wrists and averaged the length of his thigh with some inches to spare. Titan-sized balls were drawn up tightly against their bodies and hung like ripened fruit ready to burst. The fact that they were even entertaining the idea of fucking him with those things was insane.

"W-Why..." Chipp forces himself to speak. "Why me? You could take any bitch on that fucking strip, so why me?"

"It's real simple," The Redhead pokes Chipp's cheek with the head of his dick and smirks. "Cuz we want to."

"You stud bitches don't break as easily." The Blonde chimed in "My nuts are swelling just thinking about how you'll scream for us."

"So relax, babe, we'll take care of ya." The Stranger gives Chipp's new clit a deep rub when he sees him wince at their explanation. "We got you for the night, don't we? Don't worry, you'll get your fix; just gotta give you a pill every hour and we'll keep that cunt filled as much as you want."

Chipp growls through his teeth when the Stranger begins fingering his pussy deep and slow. He curls his fingers inward, making Chipp throw his head back and wriggle violently for some kind of mercy. The Blonde and Redhead laugh and encourage the Stranger to go further as they rub themselves all over Chipp's hair, nose, and mouth, marking him with a musk so foul it makes his head swim and cunt gush with slick. Why it did the latter, Chipp wasn't so sure, but it did nothing to calm down the rage building in his chest.

"All hot and sloppy like a good bitch should be..." The Stranger licks his lips and slides his little finger in. "Think he can take the rest of it now?"

"Gotta loosen him up for us, right?" The Redhead asks. "Punch that cunt open."

"Wait...!" Chipp's heart drops, his anxiety replacing anger. "Fucking stop, stop this shit already!"

"He was made for this..." The stranger pulls away and then pushes his hand forwards, his thumb joining the rest of his fingers to fuck his entire hand into Chipp's cunt without warning. His wrist is engulfed by warm, rippling walls of fresh muscles and nerves that makes Chipp cry and scream for the Gear to stop. His pleas fall on deaf ears, however, and the Stranger makes a fist that punches its way into Chipp's swollen womb. Chipp gasps and throws his head back as his hips buck upwards, a sudden, painful orgasm ripping through his fucked out body as fresh muscle gives way to the arm that's buried inside of him. His eyes roll and his lips part to release a broken scream that shocks him to the core. This should be hurting him, he thinks. He should be hating this, should hate how his thighs quiver and how his hole gushes with more slick. He should be trying to get out of here with whatever manhood he still had intact, but no; he just stayed put like a good slut, letting his cunt be broken in by some monsters desperate for a fuck.

Chipp barely notices a cock splitting his lips apart until he feels the engorged tip poke his tongue. He rears back, but he's pushed back down the shaft so his mouth could slide over thick turgid flesh that strains his jaw. His lips are stretched to their very limit, opened so wide he barely had enough room to breathe, but that doesn't stop whoever is trying to fuck his face to ram his pulsing length down his throat. Chipp retches violently when the offending prick reaches the front of his stomach, forcing drool to bubble in his mouth and dribble down his chin when fecund precome fills his cheeks and throat with its hot essence. His throat clogged and his nose buried deeply in a musty bush of dense hair, Chipp's face grows red from lack of air when the cock fucks his throat slow and steady, pushing spit and fluid down into his stomach as those giant balls slap loud and rough into Chipp's wet chin. The Stranger fits his arm inside, to the elbow it feels, and makes Chipp's pussy weep for more as he thrusts it hard and fast into his aching womb. Chipp feels another orgasm coming and he has to mentally brace himself for it.

"Fuck yeah, lookit that, this slut's got talent for sure," It's the Blonde's voice. "C'mon, man, quit hogging him, I want some of that, too!"

"Fine, whatever," The Redhead, holds Chipp down on his length for a moment before finally pulling out. "Bet that fuckhole is ready for a real pounding anyway."

Chipp is barely able to catch his breath as he coughs out what he was made to swallow when the Blonde grabs him by the hair and drags his massive sack over his open mouth to get him to suck. Chipp, out of his mind and out of options, does what's expected of him, and runs his wet tongue over the rougher Gear's nuts like his life depended on it before sucking at the crease that lined his skin. The Blonde lets out a breathless laugh and rocks into Chipp's mouth, making the whore squirm.

Suddenly, his pussy grows slack and the Stranger's arm slides out, a downpour of hot, sticky fluid following with it. Chipp shudders as his impending orgasm abruptly disappears, leaving his loose cunt to flutter and twitch around nothing as if begging for something so much bigger than what it got to fill its shuddering depths. The need to escape is nothing more than a suggestion that calls to him in the back of his head which annoys him greatly, and in defiance of his own emotions, Chipp drags deathly sharp canines over the flesh in his mouth in warning, but he's quickly reprimanded by the Blonde who yanks his head back by the hair.

“Do that again and I’ll knock out five of ‘em, understand?”

Chipp has no time to respond; he just feels the Gear's sack smother him again, silencing him. Chipp growls, but obeys, powerless to the demands of his captors for now. He laps and pokes the Blonde Gear's balls with messy licks of his tongues before fitting them into his mouth again. It's a hard fit that stretches his lips and cheeks to their limits, but it keeps the Blonde satisfied and spares Chipp the agony of picking up his own teeth from the floor. Sucking off the Blonde distracts Chipp enough to not notice the Stranger or Redhead manhandling him to suit their needs, sandwiching the whore between their massive, muscular bodies so they may line themselves up against Chipp's abused hole. He groans wearily around the Blonde when he feels one of them push into him with little effort, his nerves flaring and toes curling as painless, rapturous and yet shameful pleasure pulses through his cunt. The Gear then buries his cock deep into Chipp's womb, giant nuts pressed hard against the lips of his sex while the redhead follows suit and penetrates him from behind. It's such a tight fit, Chipp begins to worry he might rip, but somehow, by some miracle, he doesn't, and his cunt merely gapes open as the two Gear studs take turns pounding him in succession. One goes in as one pulls out, each taking turns battering his womb and raping his cunt like he was a living toy. Chipp's shrieks of pleasure grow louder and the Blonde takes this opportunity to lift his sack from Chipp's mouth to sheathe his dick with Chipp's hot throat instead.

Chipp coughs and can't breathe again, unable to think and unable to focus on anything but the Gears fucking his holes. His throat bulges and his belly swells with cock, rounding out hard muscle and chiseled flesh into distended, bruised bumps that makes Chipp queasy from the sight. As he's fucked into another orgasm, Chipp's eyes roll into his head and his body convulses when his cunt spasms and squeezes the Gears' cocks tightly. Liquid sprays out and splatters the bed, leaking down his thighs and joining the mess that the Gears made with their teeming cocks. Chipp is jostled violently into a blackout, exhausted from lack of air and too much stimulation, but the Gears keep going regardless of Chipp's state and take turns filling both of his holes, maneuvering and twisting him like a broken doll.

Chipp doesn't wake up for hours, but when he does, his vision is spotty and he can only feel the tingles and jolts that run through his battered pussy. Too fucked out of his mind to do anything, Chipp is vulnerable to the Stranger and his friends', and feels a plethora of things happening to him that he's too weak to stop. The spit in his mouth melts a pill he was unable to swallow while his ass and pussy are pummeled mercilessly by Gear cock. He can’t see the state of his body nor how badly his holes are opening for them, but he can feel his guts and womb take in what felt like gallons of come, hot jets of heat that bloat his stomach even more and knocks Chipp out again when it feels as though he might puke up the very jizz that’s filling him up to his core. After that, Chipp wasn’t sure how long this was going on for or if he was even alive. The ecstasy in his cunt, though unusual, was too much to take, but much to his horror, Chipp found himself craving more and more each time he woke up. When a Gear kissed him with his thick tongue, Chipp would kiss back and suck eagerly around him. When a Gear punched his fist into ass, Chipp graciously accepted it, all the way up to the shoulder. Chipp even found himself riding and sucking on their cocks like the vetted whore he was, mind fucked in and out by the weird drug that allowed him to have a pussy in the first place. Chipp didn’t want to stop nor did he want his captors to get rid of him. Now, in his drug ruined, sex addicted brain, Chipp wanted to be fucked so good he got pregnant.

After the first twenty-four hours, the Gears were sated and left Chipp alone. A quivering mess of moans, groans, and shuddering holes, Chipp laid shaking on the ruined mattress, drenched and filled with spunk that flooded out of his cunt and ass in a downpour of white filth. The Gears laughed and jeered at how unmasculine he looked now, from the torn clothes and spread legs that showed his burning red, stretched out orifices to his rapists, but Chipp ignored the seedy remarks in favor of basking in his newfound whoredom. He instead lifted his legs high in the air and hooked two fingers from each hand into his gaping cunt to prompt the Gears to fuck him again, causing more seed to spurt out and ride down the crease of his ass.

The Gears laughed, and much to Chipp’s pleasure, he heard one of them approach his bed and tongue a bright pink pill into his mouth. The whore’s eyes practically disappeared into his skull when the effects of the drug kicked his cunt into overdrive again and Chipp could only smile eagerly at what was in store for him.

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It’s been about six months since Chipp was reduced to a fuckhole, and suffice to say, he wasn’t going to miss his old life anytime soon.

The money he made as a walking come receptacle for Gears was leaps and bounds better than when he was just some regular whore. He was turned out weekly by the Stranger and his friends in exchange for about $500 a day and a pack of pink pills, but honestly he’d easily let any Gear fuck his brains out for free. Cocks over a foot long were hard to come by, so why scare them off? Getting his fix was way better than any monetary gain anyway.

And so, with his morals shot and standards at an all time low, Chipp was fucking, sucking, and licking every Gear he came across. Condoms and birth control were now foreign concepts to Chipp, and thanks to his promiscuous lifestyle, Chipp was heavily pregnant with some Gear’s half-breed bastard. His belly swelling with life and pecs dripping with milk, his procurers decided to increase his rates, and Chipp was reaping the benefits of having more clients to play with. He can’t wait to birth and raise a whore of his own one day, but Chipp was going to miss having his puffy tits and swollen clit played with. This wasn’t going to be his last pregnancy hopefully, so he wasn’t too shaken up about it.

Right now, clad in his favorite slingshot bikini, Chipp was servicing a group of four humanoid Gears, each one taking turns eating out his pussy and sucking the milk from his weeping pecs like starved animals. While Chipp stroked his trembling clit and kneaded his heavy chest, the whore mindlessly took in the first giant cock he saw and teased the dripping slit with his tongue, his pussy clenching and tightening around nothing as it waited for another member to fill it up. One Gear came to his aid thankfully and angled his fat cockhead along Chipp’s puffy cunt to prod at it teasingly before shoving the entirety of his length inside of him. Chipp cried out and let the Gear ravish him, unable and unwilling to stop the beast from fucking his come into his womb. The Gear's massive loins slapped hard and fast into Chipp’s rear as he bent himself over Chipp's pregnant form to suckle a leaking teat into his mouth, lips sucking and coaxing an obscene amount of milk to rise from Chipp’s breast that the beast greedily swallowed down without issue. Chipp could only lay there and moan, moan for the Gears to rape his cunt and feed from his bitch-tits like the whore he was. The cursed child in his womb kicked for its father's attention, but Chipp couldn't afford it any mind right now. He had cocks to serve, and the little beast that was brewing in his new uterus had to wait.

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