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awfularachnid · 5 months ago

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Quackity/Reader||NSFW||TWs+Fic under cut

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Drugged sex

Noncon/Dubcon if you squint

Choking

Sadism(?)

Quackity being all fucked up man idfk

Alexis always seemed to be the quiet type.

He didn’t really have friends, kept to himself huddled away in his own corner of the class you shared together, in the cafeteria he sat alone usually; always with his face buried in that green notebook. But frankly? You never really paid it any attention, in fact it took you three months into the year to even notice he existed.

It was a warm afternoon, your English teacher had announced a group project, and assigned everyone a random partner. You had the misfortune to be paired with Alexis. It took you a moment to grasp what he said, you scan the room endlessly, having no recollection of someone with that name in here. Until you notice him walking up to you that is.

He’s silent, doesn’t say a word as he settles across from you. Stringy strands of hair lay on his forehead, pressed down into his skin by a dark blue beanie. You seem to have a vague memory of the teacher getting angry for a while about the hat, but eventually just giving up. The hoodie he wears looks old, the once colorful design on the front mostly faded and worn, like the odd look he has in his eyes. Alexis is a strange guy; at least that’s your initial impression.

You look at him expectantly, waiting for an introduction, a hello, something. But he just sits there, fiddling with his pen and staring at the desk. It’s at this moment you realize he is going to be the most annoying person to work with. As the rest of your classmates chat, you and Alexis sit in silence for a little bit. Until eventually you decide you’ve waited for long enough and say hello, and introduce yourself.

He stares at you, still silent, and then nods. He goes back to fiddling with his pen. You groan; and silently wonder how you’ll ever get any work done this way, he’s so unwilling to participate it’s already getting on your nerves and you’ve known the guy for maybe ten minutes. No wonder he doesn’t seem to have any friends. If you weren’t being forced to, you wouldn’t have spent what little time you had with him.

But that was two months ago. Now, you’re sat on the sofa in Alexis’ basement and watching some old vhs tape the two of you had found in a box an hour or so prior. You aren’t really paying attention to it though, your mind is more focused on the soft buzz strumming through your bones, it seems to be emanating a tune. Alexis has it too, a soft buzz that seems to radiate from his body. His eyes are transfixed on the screen ahead of him, the tv is buzzing. No, wait, that’s you. Or is it Alexis? They all seem to merge in your crippled mind, the awful edges of where he ends and you start glow softly. Does it though?

Do they really glow? Or are you just struggling to keep your eyes focused? What had he given you… the name escapes your memory. He’d told you it would help take the edge off, you’d been stressed from some important test, you can’t even remember what class it was for now. The little tab he placed on your tongue certainly did its job. You’re smooth sailing across a sea of fluffy, musty couch cushions.

“Hey, you good?” He asks, it seems so distant though you hardly notice, then he snaps in your face a few times and that brings you back momentarily. “You alright, man?” You blink at him, he doesn’t look concerned. He looks… happy. Satisfied? Some unreadable expression seems to grow in intensity as you slowly nod at him. Your eyes squint as he shifts, and pulls his arm around your shoulder. He's tried this before and you’ve always brushed him away; and you certainly make an attempt to do so now, but your arms don’t seem strong enough.

“Stop…” you grumble out at Alexis, he grins at the tone of your voice which doesn’t seem to make any sense because you’re trying to sound frustrated. It’s to no avail though, he doesn’t care and gently pats your head with his other hand. You close your eyes and soak in the feeling. Why were you trying to sound mad? Doesn’t matter, not while two fingers slip underneath your chin and pull you towards his face.

‘Alexis smells like cigarettes’ you think for a moment, before the thought is replaced with ‘Alexis tastes like cigarettes’ as he kisses you, soft and sweet. You’re not really sure what you expected from his kisses, but it wasn’t soft and sweet. He wasn’t soft and sweet in the slightest.

His tongue slips into your slightly ajar mouth, and runs across your teeth of all things. It seems odd before you remember his affinity for teeth, the small jar he had by his bed is full of them. That doesn’t feel important now though, especially because he’s sliding his hand up your shirt. Alexis’ fingers roam across your skin, and between kisses you hear him talk about how soft it is, how soft you are and how well you’re doing. None of it registers, the only thought on your mind is getting him off of you, but it feels like the harder your hands push against his chest, the further you sink into the sofa.

He pushes you down, down into the cushions and into your untimely demise. “You don’t have a clue,” he starts, finally pulling away from your mouth, a thin string of spit connecting your lips. “How badly I need this… just relax, okay?” His voice is barely above a whisper, like he’s scared the walls of the basement are gonna soak up his words and repeat them to someone. Like they’ll tell someone what he’s done. God knows you won’t.

You don’t even reply, words don’t even form. He doesn’t care to listen anyways, doesn’t care about how you’d behave if you were sober right now. Not that he’s sober himself… maybe that’s why he’s doing this. Or maybe you were just too stupid to realize this was his plan all along. A shiver runs down the back of your neck as he squeezes your breasts, too rough to feel genuinely pleasurable. Not that any of this is really pleasurable.

His mouth moves down your body slowly, dodging your crumpled up shirt that’s currently bunched above your tits, and sucks a dark purple mark into the skin of sternum. He does it again, and again, and again until he grows bored, leaving you decorated in bruises of various sizes. You groan when he finally pulls back, relieved to have that over with. However the relief is short lived as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, and swirls his tongue around it languidly.

You can’t hold in the whimper that escapes your throat as much as you try. With your back arching off the sofa you push your chest into his face even further, he groans and vibrations send chills down your spine. “Alexis…” you’re not sure why his name leaves your mouth, but it does and it only seems to egg him on. He sucks a bit harder, and bites gently on the delicate flesh, which you don’t quite understand as he’s already left you covered in hickies.

“So cute… fuck you’re so cute.”

“So sweet.”

“So pretty for me.”

“So good for me”

The words don’t process and all you hear is a jumble of noises, shuffling clothes and a sudden rush of cold air hitting your lower body. Then… something. Something unfathomably warm runs across your cunt. Your eyes open again, and you gaze down at Alexis. He’s on his knees between your thighs, rubbing the pre-cum slicked tip of his dick across your lips. He’s muttering something to himself, or maybe to you. It reminds you of some prayer, but you can’t quite place it.

“I’m so sorry, you —- understand —— you have —-“ You blink at him, and rub your eyes, confused as words seem to slip out of the bounds of reality. He looks desperate, it’s the only word you can conjure to describe his expression. Desperately stroking himself, desperately praying, desperately sucking in gasps of air between moans. For a second you feel bad for him. For a second.

Then he begins to push his cock in you, one hand holding your hips in place and the other guiding the length into you. He hisses out pleas of mercy to whatever God he may believe in, and possibly to you as well. In that moment, every ounce of sympathy you’d ever felt for him vanishes, and you’re suddenly looking at a shell of a person.

“God, oh my God you’re so tight-“ Alexis moans, and pushes himself deeper into you, until he’s fully engulfed by your aching walls. He sighs, as if the hard part is over. The only thing you can conjure up are whimpers, it’s been easy to ignore the pain, but now he’s just staring you down, eyes flickering between your own and his cock buried inside you. The ache between your legs grows steadily, your pussy contracts around him and his dick twitches and you feel fucking ill.

It only gets worse, the hard part is over but only for him, and he knows it. Alexis pulls out slowly, and then rocks his hips forward, testing the waters. Clearly, the waters are treating him well. Some sound hardly recognizable as his voice leaves his throat, leaving Alexis flushed and embarrassed looking. It doesn’t stop him though, his hips continue pumping into you, finding a steady and slow rhythm, igniting every nerve in his body for the better, and every nerve in yours for the worse.

A quiet slap of skin fills the room, mostly covered by that hum in your brain. What isn’t at all covered are Alexis’ groans, his whimpers and heavy breathing. You can’t decide what sound is worse and more disturbing. “You feel even better than I thought you would, fuck, this was worth it.” Your stomach ties itself in knots. You whimper, and grab onto his sofa as tightly as you can, in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.

“Take… it out.” You finally manage. Alexis doesn’t stop. In fact, that only seems to make the problem worse. He lets out a low moan and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, and begins to fuck into you faster. His grasp on your hips tighten, holding you as still as he can, and pulling you back onto his cock as he thrusts in. “Yes- fuck yes. Beg for me, baby.” He gasps, and his eyes connect with yours again. You hope for a second you’d see something. Some regret, something bad. But all you see is joy, a sick man taking all he can from you.

Finally, you snap; and tears begin to roll down your flushed cheeks. Again, it only seems to excite him further, your pain and misery make him twitch and ache inside you. “Getting me so close, you’re doing so good for me..” your eyes shut again. You try your hardest to pretend this isn’t happening, that you’re somewhere else. But the rough slap on Alexis’ hips against yours makes it difficult.

You feel his hold on you tighten for a moment, before one hand leaves your hip, and grasps at your throat; and you wonder if this is it. If this is how you die. With Alexis’ throbbing dick slamming in and out of you, tears caked on your face. Your hands move without thought, and they try their hardest to pull his hand away, loosen his fingers, something, anything, so you can breathe.

To no avail. His grip only gets tighter, and the air in your lungs slowly depletes. Your vision becomes hazy, and his gasps and moans seem distant. Until suddenly, his hand loosens and you can breathe, but at what cost? His hips stutter, and what were once rough and steady thrusts have become quick and sloppy. You feel a warmth unlike something you’ve felt before dribble into your body.

Alexis was always the quiet type. He never really had friends and frankly, you wish it had stayed that way.

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