Holier Than Thou

You aren’t usually paired with James for patrol; David, the sexist asshole he is, usually puts you on kitchen duty or daycare supervision, so when James hears you’re his partner for the day? He’s apprehensive to say the least.

“Do you know what you’re doin’?” 

You scoff at James’ question, ignoring him as you wedge your way into a second story window of an old shopping center. The window is just big enough for you, but far too small for him, so you’ve taken it upon yourself to scout out the building and let him through from inside. 

You click on your flashlight, scanning the dark building for any signs of movement. When you see nothing but your own shadow perched in the open window, you turn the light off and drop your bag to the floor below you. 

“It’s clear,” you call back to him, “I’ll find a way to let you in, you just stand there and look pretty.”

You can hear the exasperated noise he makes, the annoyance at your antics and teasing that seems far too forced to have any truth to it. 

“Be careful, I ain’t climbin’ in there after ya.”

“Yes, sir,” you quip, knowing the title bothers him. “Understood.”

You make your way down using bare shelving as footholds, careful not to give him a reason to nag at you again. The last thing you need is to have James saying I told you so all the way back home while you nurse a concussion. 

Your boots meet broken glass when you step off into the room, the shards crunching beneath your weight. From the corner of your eye, you see a dark figure scurry into the shadows and for a fleeting moment, you get the sense that something is watching you. Straining to see in the dark, you can barely make out something crouched in the corner of the room. The air becomes still, oppressive, and you’re all too aware of your heart pounding in your chest. Maybe you weren’t so thorough in checking that it was clear. 

“You okay in there?”

James’ voice startles you, forcing your attention away from the figure for just a second, and when you look back… it’s gone. 

Must have been your mind playing tricks on you.

“I’m fine,” you answer. “I’m fine, just looking for a door!”

You manage to clear a path to the front entrance and pry the door open just enough for him to slide through. 

“Good thing you’re skinny,” you tease. 

“Enough of that,” he huffs. “Make yourself useful and start gatherin’ supplies so we can get the hell outta here.”

“Sir, yes sir.”

James stares at you, unamused. “Stop callin’ me that, it makes me feel old.”

“What should I call you instead, old man?”

You watch as his jaw ticks, teeth grinding. 

You hit a nerve with that one.

“Maybe we just don’t talk,” he suggests.

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest in defiance. Truth be told, you enjoy the playful banter, and you love when he puts you in your place for it. It’s like a game to you, or at the very least a bid for his attention. 

“Ah come on, you’re no fun. I’m just playing with you, James!”

“Oh, you wanna play?” He scoffs, shaking his head. “Okay fine. Let’s play the quiet game. First one to speak has to wait outside.”

You give him your sweetest smile, batting your eyelashes at him as you reply, “Okay, old man.”

“No more talkin’.”

He gives you a pointed look. Knowing better than to keep provoking him, you turn on your heels and head to the canned goods section of the store. 

James watches you leave, eyes trained on the sway of your hips and the slight spring in your step, the way your hair bounces as you walk. Once you’re completely out of sight, he drags his hand over his face and takes in a deep, unsteady breath. 

“Get it together, James,” he mutters to himself, shaking his head. “She’s half your age for God’s sake.”

He knows he’s too old for you; he should be disgusted with himself for looking at you the way he does, for thinking about you the way he does. Twenty years younger than him, you deserve someone your own age. Someone young and promising, someone handsome and strong. Not a run down old man like him. 

His self pity is interrupted by a sharp scream he recognizes immediately as your voice. In an instant, he’s running towards the sound of your distress, nearly sliding across the floor when he turns the corner too fast. The sight of you pinned beneath a new kind of infected he’s never seen before makes his blood run cold, but he doesn’t hesitate to put a bullet in its head. He watches it go limp above you, spraying your pretty face with blood, and he’s at your side before you can even register what’s happened. 

“I thought you said this building was clear?”

The tone of his voice, the way his words sound like he’s chastising you, it sets you on edge. “I thought it was clear,” you bite back, your own voice rising. “Motherfucker was waiting for me.”

“Don’t be a brat, I just saved your life.”

He helps roll the thing off of you, grimacing at the sight of its face half eaten by fungus. It looks to be halfway between a clicker and a runner, it was certainly as fast and vicious, but it was smart enough to hide from you until you were alone. That’s something he’s never seen. 

“I’m sorry,” you gasp, wiping your face with shaking hands. “I should have-”

“Hey,” he whispers, setting his rifle down to pull you into his arms. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay, I’m not mad.”

Your hands curl into the fabric of his coat, your need for his comfort and protection making his heart swell with pride. When you hide your face in the warm curve of his neck, that fierce need to be your provider rages within him, urging him to pull you impossibly closer. 

“Shhhh,” he soothes, cradling the back of your head. “I’m here, I’ve got you. I know you’re scared, but it’s over now.”

“James,” you choke out his name through a soft sob, shaking from the adrenaline still coursing through you. 

“I know, babygirl, I know.”

Babygirl. 

You pull away just enough to look up at him, searching his face for any sign that he’s mocking you. All you see is genuine concern and a determination to keep you safe. 

“What’s wrong?” He coos, bringing up one of his gloved hands to wipe the blood from your face. “Still scared?”

“Why did you call me that?”

His hand freezes, brows furrowing. He didn’t even realize he had called you anything. 

“Why did you call me babygirl?”

His expression softens, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his confession caught in his throat. He wants to tell you now more than ever that he’s in love with you, he’s wanted you since he laid eyes on you, but it doesn’t come out quite that romantic. 

“It just slipped out,” which is true, but it’s not the full truth. “I’m sorry, I won’t call ya that again.”

You open your mouth to speak, but the words die on your lips as a low croak, like a death rattle, comes from outside. The noise is echoed by another groan, and then a cacophony of familiar clicking— a call and response. 

Of course those things move in packs. 

“Shit,” you curse, unconsciously gripping onto James tighter. “Must’ve called the herd when you shot that fucker.”

He eases you off of his lap, heart aching when you refuse to let go of his coat. “I’ll go make sure they can’t get in. You stay here.”

“Yes sir.” 

This time when you say it, he can tell it’s genuine obedience, not the sarcasm you were giving him earlier. 

“Good girl, but you gotta stop callin’ me that.”

-

Afternoon slips into a cold, dark evening. You and James make yourselves at home in a small office near the back of the building, accompanied by the distant sounds of infected prowling around outside. 

“Of all people to be stuck with,” you sigh, sitting next to him on the cold floor. “It just had to be you.”

“You really hate bein’ around me that much?”

You laugh in spite of yourself, shaking your head. Even as you answer him, you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. “No, I don’t hate being around you. You drive me crazy, that’s all.”

“I drive you crazy?” He repeats your words back to you. “You’re the one goin’ out of your way to torment me every chance you get.”

“I don’t mean anything by it.”

He falls silent, watching your every move as you nervously pluck at a loose string on your sweater. Even in the dim light filtering in from outside, even covered in dirt and blood… you are so beautiful to him. 

“I tease you because I like you.” Your admission makes you cringe. You sound like a naive, desperate teenager. “I like how you react to it, too.”

“And how’s that?”

“You get really stern.”

“Oh, is that right? You like it when men get stern with you?” 

You finally look at him. 

“James,” his name falls from your lips like a whispered prayer, like you’re begging him to understand what you’re trying to tell him. “I don’t care about other men, I just want you.”

He holds his breath, his heart pounding in his chest and his stomach twisting in knots. He’s fantasized about this for so long, yet he’s so sure he’s misunderstanding you. 

“Don’t say that,” his voice cracks under the weight of his own longing. “Don’t tell me you want me, you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

You bark out an incredulous laugh, the sound echoing off the walls and ringing in his head. 

“Keep it down,” he warns. “You’re going to attract attention.”

You don’t seem to care, raising your voice just enough to speak over him. “You don’t get to tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about, I know how I feel, James.”

“Keep your voice down-”

“Is it because I’m younger than you? You think I’m too young to know how I feel? To make my own choices?”

“I am old enough to be your dad,” he counters.

“My father would’ve been in his fifties by now.”

“Yeah? And I’m almost there. I need to be the responsible one here. It wouldn’t be right of me to… to take advantage of you.”

“Take advantage of me?” Your voice rises again. “I’m not naive or helpless, James.”

“I never said you were, but I really need you to be quiet right now.”

“Whatever you say, Daddy.”

He can’t help the way his stomach lurches when you say that, the way that word sounds on your pretty lips. His cock stirs with interest and he forces himself to look away from you.

“Let’s just…”

“Play the quiet game?” You repeat his words from earlier, sliding closer to him to give him a playful nudge. “First one to speak has to wait outside, right? Is that still the rule?”

“Yeah,” he breathes out, your close proximity making him dizzy. “So you better play by the rules this time.”

“You’d really do that to me, Daddy?”

He turns his gaze back to you and you feign a pathetic pout. He knows you’re putting on a show, but it makes his heart ache all the same. 

“You’d throw me out there in the cold with all of those monsters?” 

You look so pretty with your wide, glossy eyes and your trembling lip. He has to fight back the urge to take you up into his arms and hold you… or ruin you. 

“You ain’t very good at this game, babygirl,” he allows that pet name to slip out again, sweet on his tongue. “Do you need help keepin’ quiet?”

Oh.

Your expression shifts to one of genuine shock, not sure if his words are an offer or a threat. You find yourself speechless for once, a quiet stillness settling between you two. You can hear the faint sounds of the infected searching for a way to get inside the building, but even louder than that is the sound of your own racing heartbeat. 

“That’s a good girl,” James coos, “finally bein’ quiet for Daddy?”

Fuck. 

“James-”

“Ah ah ah,” he tuts, “you were doin’ so good for me, sweetheart, don’t ruin it.”

You want to ask him if he’s mocking you, if he’s using your crush on him to make a joke at your expense, but all you can do is gawk at him. 

He strips his gloves off, tossing them aside carelessly before reaching out to graze his knuckles against your cheek. His skin is warm and calloused against yours, his body heat tempting you to lean in just a bit closer. 

“Such a pretty thing when you ain’t mouthin’ off so much,” James purrs as you give into his gentle touch, his voice low and hushed. “I’ve tried to be strong, ya know?”

Your brows furrow in a silent question. 

“I’ve tried to resist you, and this… pull you have on me. I’m too old, I know I am, but I can’t help it when you’re behavin’ so well for me.”

He cups your face in his hands, his large palms cradling you like you’re something precious. You try to recoil, the butterflies in your stomach nauseating, but he doesn’t let you get very far. 

“Awe, what’s wrong, sweetheart? Ain’t this what you wanted? To be a big girl?”

“If you’re making fun of me, I swear…”

James leans in close enough that you can feel his breath hot against your mouth as he whispers, “I ain’t makin’ fun of you. You have no idea just how long I’ve wanted this with you.”

A pathetic whimper escapes you and that’s the final straw for him. Claiming your lips in a slow, sensual kiss, his hands move to tangle in your hair so you can’t move. He’s gentle at first, chaste and patient, but once he feels you reciprocating… He parts your lips with his, licking into your mouth like you’re prey he means to devour. He swallows your moans, echoing them with his own growl of satisfaction. 

When your hands move to unzip his coat, he releases your hair so he can help you push it off of his broad shoulders. The next to go are your boots; he fumbles with the laces, his frustration apparent in the way he huffs and nips at your bottom lip. Tossing them aside, he makes quick work of your jeans next.

“Tell me if I’m movin’ too fast, you know I’ll stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” you reply breathlessly, shedding your top layers impatiently. “Please don’t stop.”

He helps you with your undershirt, and you can feel him begin to tremble when he reaches around you to unhook your bra. When it falls away from you, revealing your breasts to him, his mouth waters at the sight. 

“God in Heaven, you are somethin’ special.”

“I’m all yours.”

His mouth finds yours again as his unsteady hands tug at the buckle of his belt, the heavy clink of the metal echoing through the room. You push your hands beneath his sweater, appraising the toned muscle you find there, and when your fingertips graze over his nipples, you freeze. 

“What’s this?” You purr, circling the piercing with the pad of your thumb. “That’s a fun surprise.”

It takes everything in him not to come undone from such a simple touch. 

“Shut up.”

“Didn’t know you were edgy like that.”

“Shut the fuck up,” his words are harsh, but he grins against your mouth as he tosses the sweater aside. “Or I’ll make you.”

“Yeah? How you gonna make me?”

“You just had to ask, didn’t you?” 

You feel him slide your panties down your legs, the proof of your arousal soaked through the fabric. Before you can speak again, he brings them to your lips, forcing you to open up with a tight grip on your jaw, and stuffs them into your mouth. 

“I’m real jealous of you right now, babygirl,” he sighs, blue eyes sparkling in the dim light as he takes in the sight of you, gagged by your own panties. “You get to taste that sweet peach before I do.”

Your response is muffled, the taste of your own arousal overwhelming you. You’ll get him back for this someday, for now you’re at his mercy.

James lavishes your skin in hot, open mouthed kisses, worshiping every part of you; along your jaw, down your throat, across the valley of your breasts. You moan as he takes one stiff bud into his mouth, rolling the other between his calloused fingers. He laughs when you arch into his touch, sucking harder to pull one more sweet, muffled sound out of you. 

“I’d worship these tits all night,” he whispers against your breast. “But I’m hungry for somethin’ else.”

He sinks lower, his beard tickling you the whole way down. He nips at the curve of your stomach, the plush of your thigh, everywhere except where you both want him the most. 

“Be a good girl and I might take that outta your mouth, yeah?”

You nod, your eyes wide as you watch him settle between your legs, guiding them over his broad shoulders. When he finally swipes his tongue through your slit, tentative and teasing, you shudder. 

“So wet for me… I’m a fuckin’ fool for makin’ ya wait this long.”

He dives in, devouring you with an enthusiasm that tells you he’s getting off on this just as much as you are. He’s not delicate with you, taking what he craves with deep strokes of his tongue between your folds. The noises that fill the room are obscene; wet and hungry, unrestrained. 

You whine into the fabric stuffed into your mouth, your hands fumbling for something to hold onto. You tug his knit hat off of his head, tangling your fingers in his soft hair. You had teased him earlier about being far overdue for a haircut, but as you pull and tug on the long strands, you’re both glad he’s let it grow out. 

James gasps into your heat, hips bucking against nothing. “Shit, babygirl, keep that up and I’m not gonna finish my meal.”

Your grip eases, if only because you want to cum on his tongue.

When he sucks on your clit, the gentle pressure makes your hips buck involuntarily and your hands fall from his hair to claw at his broad shoulders. 

“That’s the spot that’s gonna make ya cum?”

You nod frantically, murmuring something incoherent against your gag. 

Without another word, he puts his mouth back on you, giving you that pleasurable tension you need. He sucks with just enough force to coax you closer to the edge, but not hard enough to hurt you. He feels you tense beneath him, feels your thighs trembling around his head, and when you start to rut against his mouth… he knows he’s got you where he wants you. With just a little more pressure, you’re coming undone for him. 

Whatever you cry out in your climax, the words are lost on him. Between the panties gagging you and your thighs clamped shut around his ears, he can’t hear shit. His hands ease your legs open, his tongue lapping lazily at your slit as you come down from your peak, swallowing every drop of pleasure leaking from your pulsing sex. 

He kisses up your body, his beard wet and his hunger insatiable. When he tugs the fabric from your mouth and replaces it with his own, his tongue tangles with yours, making you taste yourself again. He only pulls away to let you breathe, gazing down at you with so much love in his eyes. 

“You’re playin’ real nice, but I still gotta fix that attitude from earlier.”

Before you can respond, he lands a harsh smack against your cunt, your overstimulated clit throbbing in pain. You gasp, flinching at the sting of his hand. 

“That’s for mouthin’ off to me.”

Smack. 

“And that one’s for callin’ me old.”

You writhe, trying to close your legs before he can slap you a third time. He grips your thighs, holding them open. 

“I didn’t tell ya to do that, babygirl.”

“James-”

“Try again.” He spanks you harder, making you yelp in pain. “You know what to call me, babygirl. Try again.”

“Daddy,” you whimper, giving him what he wants to hear as your legs fall open for him, inviting him to soothe the pain he’s caused. 

“Oh honey… look at you, all red and swollen from your punishment.”

Oh, he’s a sick fuck. You love it. 

“You gonna be my good girl now?”

You nod, hands reaching for him, seeking his comfort and reassurance. 

James eases himself between your legs, your thighs resting against his wide hips. “Think you can take my cock without makin’ too much of a fuss?”

“I can try,” you whisper, tucking your face into the warm curve of his neck. “I’ll be good, I’ll be quiet.”

You feel the swollen, leaking tip of his cock prod at your entrance, aching to be sheathed deep within you. Slowly, he begins to sink into your tight heat. 

“Shit,” he grunts, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

You whine, hips squirming beneath him.

“Shhhh,” he soothes, “I’ve got ya.”

Determined to stay quiet, you bite into his shoulder just enough to keep your noises muffled. The slight sting spurs him on, and in one quick thrust, he slams into you. Crying out against his skin, your teeth sink in deeper.

“Jesus.” 

As much as he wants to be gentle with you, as much as he’s fantasized about making soft love to you, he can’t. He sets a steady pace, driven by a primal hunger only you can sate. The sound of skin against skin and the wet thrusts of his cock into your drooling cunt fill the room. 

“Takin’ me so well,” he grunts. “Knew ya could do it, honey.”

Your nails rake down his back, piercing his flesh just as deep as your teeth, encouraging him to rut into you harder and faster. 

“Thassa good girl,” he slurs, his speech getting lazy as he loses himself in you. 

His hips rock forward, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. Your head falls back against the cold floor, your mouth releasing his shoulder, leaving a trail of saliva stringing between your lips and his skin. The way he fucks into you has you seeing stars and you can’t stop the shrill cry of pleasure he pulls from you. 

“Quiet,” he growls, but makes no attempt to make that easy for you. 

When obeying him seems to be impossible this time, he clamps a hand over your mouth, leaning his forehead against yours. He watches you fall apart beneath him, completely submissive to him. You’re the only one who could ever get him going like this, the only one he’d ever do this to. 

When your orgasm crashes into you with no warning, your eyes roll back and you cry out into the palm of his hand. Your walls pulse and flutter, leaking around his pistoning cock. 

“Atta girl, just like that,” he groans, twitching deep within you. “That feels so fuckin’ good.”

He doesn’t last much longer with your walls milking him the way they are; a few more pumps into you and he’s nearing that blissful end, his balls drawing up tight and heavy. His thrusts become sloppy, his rhythm out of sync. 

“Fuck… I’m cumming!”

James lets out a strangled groan, hilting inside of you as he spills into your vulnerable womb. He takes his hand from your mouth, relishing in your soft little whimpers and the sweet sound of you whispering his name over and over again. In your afterglow, you become even more affectionate, more pliant than before. 

“Yeah,” he purrs, “that’s my girl. Did so fuckin’ good for Daddy.”

He peppers you in kisses, hands guiding your legs down from around his hips. He stays buried within you, basking in the aftershocks of your shared pleasure. You cling to him, ignoring the sounds of the infected right outside the building, allowing James to lull you into a peaceful sense of security; he will protect you, no matter what happens, he’s your provider. 

“I love you,” the words are whispered against your damp hairline, barely audible above your ragged breath. “I’ve loved you for a long time now, babygirl.”

“I love you too, James.”

He eases out of you, admiring the mess that leaks from your used hole. “Well now… looks like I’m gonna have to clean you up real good.”

It was Higgs’ birthday, a day he’d never celebrated until he had someone in his life who actually wanted to celebrate it with him. You. 

This was only the second time you’d celebrated it, and like it had the previous year, it had taken some convincing. You had a hard time giving Higgs a gift of any kind for any reason, hell, even if it was something he actually needed, a necessity, he hesitated to accept it. So this year, you suggested a gift that you could both enjoy. And oh boy, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to top this. 

Higgs was secured in a pillory, hands and head securely through its wooden frame as he stood stark naked. He was bent over, legs spread eagle, ass out on display — for you. 

You were standing behind him, hands on his hips, fingers kneading his skin teasingly as your strap on cock lay resting between his cheeks. You gently thrusted your hips back and forth, the length of your proxy cock sliding between Higgs cheeks and teasing up his lower back as you moved. 

You spoke softly and calmly, hiding the incredible sense of anticipation and joy you were feeling right now. “Ready for your gift my darling boy?” 

“Fuck yes, fuck me baby, fuck the lights outta me.” Higgs was eager, wholeheartedly agreeing to this, his cock already hard and leaking as he buzzed with anticipation. You smiled, he had no idea what was coming. 

Higgs’ breath hitched at the loss of contact as you stepped back away from him. You walked around to stand in front of him and you saw Higgs’ expression change to one of confusion as you unclipped the strap from around your waist, tossing it onto the table beside you. 

Higgs smirked, but you could see it was for show, not fully masking the confusion he was also expressing. “Pretty sure you’ll need that darlin’.” 

“Oh … my mistake, I should have been clearer. That’s not the gift.” You grinned, the knowledge of what you were about to see Higgs’ face do making you shiver, a rush of heat coursing straight to your core.

And then Higgs’ face did the thing you were so hoping it would. Higgs gasped, his eyes wide in shock and horror as he felt hands grab his waist, strong large hands, clearly not yours unless you could be in two places at once. 

It wasn’t often that you saw Higgs’ mask slip. Even though he tried his hardest to drop it when he was with you, he still struggled to, years of abuse cementing it to his face in defence.

But right now? Holy shit was this as a real emotion, raw and pure.

“The fuck?” He writhed against the pillory restraint as he began hyperventilating. His heart was pounding in his chest, the fright of the unexpected touch causing him to panic.

“Surprise my darling.” You spoke softly, reassuringly, a grin on your face as you watched your birthday boy freak out before your eyes.

Upon seeing you not react in fear to the events unfolding, Higgs stilled slightly, his heart still beating wildly in fright, but if you were calm then at least he knew he wasn’t in any immediate danger. Right?

“The fuck is that? Who … the fuck is that?” Higgs was gazing at you, eyes blown wide in shock, eyes darting all over your face as if he was trying to read the answer on your skin. You could see it in his eyes, his thoughts were completely gone, a pretty little head emptied to make room for pure unbridled panic.

“That … is just someone I know you secretly want inside you more than you want me.” You smirked teasingly before looked at your guest. “Let him see you.” 

The guest walked around to stand next to you, and when Higgs saw who it was? He nearly stopped breathing entirely. 

~

Not long after you’d met Higgs, you’d snuck into his bunker out of curiosity. And what you found was his obsession plastered all over the walls. Hundreds of photos of the man he was so meticulously stalking. All kinds of photos ranging from him simply carrying cargo, to him falling face first in a stream, to him soaking in a hot spring. The one that caught your eye was the blurry zoomed in photo of him getting out of the hot spring. Now why would Higgs need this for tactical reasons? 

That was the excuse he’d given you. It was all tactical, not an obsession, not a crush. Apparently this man was liability, a threat to the role Higgs was fulfilling for Amelie. But you knew better than that, you’d heard the way he spoke about him, and those photos were just another layer on the cake. You’d asked him about it and he got hilariously defensive, which only proved your point further. And the next time you were in his bunker? They photos were gone. 

So now? Well Higgs had no idea what you had planned for him, a birthday treat, well … it was possibly more of a treat for you.

~

“Oh fuck …” Higgs’ breathing was ragged, shock and surprise causing him to shake slightly. His eyes darted between the two of you, his mind spiralling, his body feeling more exposed that it ever had. He wanted to cover up, wanted to hide, but he couldn’t. He had no words, no smart-arse response, no flirtatious innuendos, nothing. Not even his safe-word, a word he most certainly didn’t plan on using seeing that his cock was beginning to throb more and more at the sight of this guest. 

A few moments of silence passed, the pair of you staring at Higgs as his mind rumbled with so many thoughts that it was unable to focus on any. 

“Isn’t often he’s lost for words is it? You’ve really got him under control don’t’cha?” Sam spoke to you, smiling as he watched Higgs panic, his body trembling in front of him. 

“Yeah he’s a good boy for me, well … most of the time. He does look a bit anxious right now though.” You also watched Higgs, the two of you towering over him, discussing him like he wasn’t even in the room. You could tell that was making him uncomfortable, his body shifting in constant motion. Well … as much as the pillory would alway anyway. 

“He sure does. Sure he wants this?” 

“Oh I don’t know actually. I didn’t ask, I wanted it to be a surprise. Let’s ask him.” You leant forward and gently cupped Higgs’ chin, his eyes meeting yours, wide with anticipation and something else — fear? You leant close to his face, speaking softy. 

“You want your crush here to fuck you?” You smiled sheepishly, knowing what affect your question was going to have on him. 

“He … he ain’t my crush.” Higgs averted your gaze, face flushing red with embarrassment.

“Oh yeah? We all know that isn’t true.”

“It … it don’t matter anyway. He … won’t fuck me.” Higgs was mortified, the discussion of his feelings about this man happening with the man himself in the room? Shit. And the fact he was stark naked, body confined and exposed as his cock twitched against his abdomen? It was all too much. 

“He will my sweet boy, if you want him to.” You smiled, entertained by watching Higgs act like a teenage boy, embarrassed about telling his crush he liked him. It was adorable. 

“Why? Why the hell would he wanna fuck me? He fuckin’ hates me.” Higgs was dripping sweat, his body tremendously overwhelmed by the situation unfolding before him. But he’d be lying if he said the prospect wasn’t making him ache. 

“Oh he doesn’t want to, but … I saved his life once. So, he owes me. Also, he’s very curious to see you degrade yourself, fall apart like a pathetic little boy for him. Turns out he has a big hate sex kink.”

Higgs’ chest was heaving, the anticipation of what you were suggesting was overwhelming him with mixed emotions. His eyes darted up to Sam as he faked a smug grin. His tone and the fact he was trembling most certainly undermined the smugness. 

“H … hey Sammy.” Sam didn’t reply, simply tilting his head slightly as he continued to stare at Higgs. 

You tightened your grip on Higgs’ jaw and gave it a small tug, implying he return his gaze to you. He did. 

“He’d not gonna talk to you, that’s not what he’s here for. Admit that you want him inside you.” 

“Fuck no.” Higgs screwed his face up in anger, but you could tell it was an act. He was failing to hide his arousal and embarrassment. It was a curious combination to be witnessing. 

“Mmm, ‘fraid you’ll have to say goodbye to him then.” 

Higgs groaned as you released his jaw and moved away, returning to stand back next to Sam. He grunted as he writhed in the pillory, as if he could maybe find a weakness and escape this hellish embarrassment. He couldn’t, he was locked tight, the love of his life and his boy crush standing staring at him as he trembled in anticipation. He considered the options, his cock twitching against his stomach at the thought of Sam fucking him. Goddamn it. 

“Fuck … fine I … I want him to fuck me. Want to … feel him inside me.” Higgs couldn’t meet your gaze or Sam’s, his face flush with humiliation as he stared at the ground. 

“Good boy. Why?” You smirked as you pressed him for information. The way he was trembling, all blushed and embarrassed and leaking? It was beautiful. 

“Fuck you.” Higgs shot you a glare of anger and embarrassment in equal measure. 

“Cause you’ve been watching him?” 

“Shut up.” Higgs averted his gaze. 

“Cause you jerk off at the thought of him fucking you?”

“N … no.” 

You hummed in disappointment as you turned to speak to Sam. “Sorry Sam, guess it isn’t happening.”

“No skin off my back.” Sam began walking towards the door, not acknowledging Higgs at all as he passed him.

Higgs groaned before calling out in panic. “Fuck … fine … yes.” 

“Yes what?”

“Yes I … sometimes … jerk off to the idea of Sam fuckin’ me.” 

You knelt down in front of Higgs and gave him a mocking pat on the top of his head, running your fingers through his hair like you would a long haired dog. “Good boy. That’s what I wanted to hear you admit. ”

He was such a good boy, but they way he was glaring at you right now, you wouldn’t put it past this good boy to bite you. You looked across at Sam and winked. “I’ve already prepped him, he’s aaalllll yours.” 

As Sam walked around behind him, Higgs began to panic even more, the realisation of what was about to happen finally setting in. He was shaking, sweat dropping down his face as attempted to slip a mask back on. He kept trying to look behind him but the fact his head was through a hole made it impossible. 

He cleared his throat. “Hey Sammy, uh I know we ain’t always got along …”

“You’ve killed me more times than I can count on two hands.” Sam worked on removing his pants and boxers, letting them fall to the ground at his feet. 

“Uh yeah, but um, how ‘bout we forget that right now, let’s not do anythin’ rash, or revenge like huh?” His voice cracked, his mask falling spectacularly, unable to disguise the trepidation and anxiety he was feeling. 

You gently cupped Higgs’ cheeks. His eyes darted to yours, sweat dripping down his brow. 

You spoke gently, intentionally mockingly. “You worried he’ll hurt you?” 

“No, shut up.” 

You smiled at this response. Higgs had a safe word, always did, but you’d never heard him use it. You knew all of his little protests were real, but not real enough to stop him, especially considering that he could also simply chiral jump himself out of any situation.

Higgs gasped, his body jolting forward as Sam lined up with his hole, all prepared and ready. Higgs was concerned that Sam would hurt him, get some revenge for the times Higgs had killed him. And well … he was right to be concerned. Sam was hoping for a little revenge. So with no warning, he pushed in.

“Fuck! Oh god … fuck, fuck …” Higgs convulsed, Sam’s cock entering him and forcing its way in without stopping. You could see he wasn’t breathing, his mouth hanging open as the pressure continued to build more and more as Sam slowly entered him, giving him no time to adjust in increments, just one slow but continuous push. 

Sam bottomed out, his hips meeting Higgs’ cheeks. Higgs was panting, chest heaving and body jolting with each deep breath, his body finally willing to take a breath as it adjusted to being so fully filled so quickly. 

“God … fuck … how fuckin’ big are ya Sammy? Shit …” 

“Aww you can take it baby. This is what you wanted isn’t it?” You smirked as you wiped a tear from Higgs’ cheek. He had tears steaming down his face, his eyeliner smudging and running down with them. His body was trying desperately to adjust to the pressure of Sam filling him so fully and suddenly. He was trembling, knees threatening to give way as he shook, eyes wide and trained on yours. 

“Now my darling, show Sam how much you want his cock.” 

Higgs whined as he began rolling his hips back against Sam’s, each roll pushing Sam’s cock deeper into him. He moaned, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as he increased his rhythm. You could see his cock bobbing as he moved, still hard and standing at attention, still leaking onto the floor below. 

You chuckled mockingly. “Look at you, fucking yourself on Sam’s cock. Such a good boy Higgs.” 

“Shut the fuck up.” Higgs’ face flushed with embarrassment but it sure as hell didn’t feel embarrassed enough to stop. He continued to rock back against Sam, back arching as each breath was exhaled with a noise. A gasp, a moan, a whine, a grunt. He was being very loud and it was oh so adorable. 

“You want him to take over? Want him to fuck you?”

“Please.” Higgs nodded profusely, he wanted nothing more than that. It was the first time tonight you didn’t have to coax an answer out of him. 

You shot Sam a quick look and oh boy was it worth it. With no transition, Sam began thrusting into Higgs — hard. 

“Ah … fuck …” Higgs screamed a moan as he arched his back, his head looking up as far as the pillory allowed. “Fuckin’ fuck.” 

He writhed slightly, his body thrashing against the pillory as Sam grunted, pounding into Higgs’ hole with furious thrusts. He dug his hands into Higgs’ hips, fingers undoubtedly creating bruises as he held him firm in place. 

“S’too much … can’t …” Higgs’ eyes met yours, tears streaming down his face as his eyes looked to yours for reassurance. His fists were clenched fight, knuckles white and you were sure he’d end up with nail marks on his palms.

You gently used your thumb to wipe away a tear. “But you’re doing so good baby. Want him to come inside you?” 

Higgs nodded, eyes pleading with you as Sam’s thrusts increased, clearly coming close to his undoing as his pounding became more desperate and uneven.

The noise Higgs made next was unlike anything you’d ever heard. It was a cross between a moan and a scream, high pitched and loud. And he’d made it because Sam came, groaning deeply as he spilled inside Higgs. Higgs arched his hips back to meet Sam’s as his eyes rolled back, a wave of pure bliss washing over him at the sensation of Sam coming inside him, filling him deeply. That sensation was enough for Higgs to come untouched, warm ribbons spilling all over the floor below him as he thrusted his hips forward a few times as it milking himself into the air. 

Higgs groaned at the loss as Sam pulled out. He could feel his come trickle down his leg, his legs which were threatening to give way from underneath him. He was shaking, his body weak and overstimulated, struggling to even out his breathing. 

You stood and began releasing Higgs from the pillory. He groaned as he fell to his hands and knees, shoulders rolling to relieve the tension of being held in that position for so long. He was a panting leaking mess, leaking from everywhere it was possible to. The fact that he managed to speak was a miracle. 

“Really … did a number on me Sammy.” 

You reached down and cupped Higgs’ jaw, guiding his face up to look at you. He did, eyes wide with arousal, chest heaving. “What do we say?”

“Thank you. Fuckin’ thank you.” 

However, you held on long enough to let those feelings simmer down, teeth pressing into your arm through the layer of fabric; sensory input enough to avoid anything worse - this wasn't your first overstimulation meltdown rodeo, it very much wouldn't be the last, and by now you'd found your ways and strategies.

"Hey, hey, hey…what's up?" James had been brushing his teeth, the motions entirely absentmindedly, whilst his thoughts had been mulling over when spring would finally come rolling around the hills and through the woods eventually.

He turned to you in an instant, an off-white string of spittle and makeshift baking soda toothpaste thudding into the sink before he wiped his mouth and practically lunged forward. The day had run past him like nothing; hours had started bleeding into each other as soon as he'd begun working on broken furniture at the workbench, but from the far back of his mind, James recalled a tense conversation David had subjected you to after breakfast.

"C'mere, what's happened?" James was on you in seconds, arms wrapping around you tightly to hold your trembling form flush against his chest.

"The kids…" The disgusted groan that gushed over your bottom lip got muffled by his body-warmed sweater; those two words already enough for James to sort things into context.

"Oh…" His palm found the back of your head, fingers brushing against the nape of your neck gently.

"Hannah…" You didn't manage more than the name before freshly made memories came flooding back, pictures of chubby child fingers digging in snotty noses, accompanied by the smell of baby powder that didn't nearly manage to drown out the stench of dirty fabric diapers.

You gagged, a gargled sound emitting from your throat, causing James to let go of you immediately. He'd heard it often enough to know better.

"I got you, babe, issok." The second you felt the physical reaction taking over, you rushed past James to hunch over the sink, gagging and dry-heaving before the recent dinner went down the drain.

The cramping of your stomach pushed hot tears to prick at your lower lashline as you waited for your insides to calm down, breathing through your nose and wiping your mouth from the sudden onslaught of vile acidity.

"David…", You muttered another name before a final brutal cough rippled through your ribcage, "Fucker put me on fucking daycare duty."

You straightened up, hand reaching for your toothbrush, whilst the burning feeling in your eyes ebbed away only slowly.

"Why? I mean…" James shrugged his shoulders at you, stepping closer to the sink to send a quick gush of water from the faucet down the drain before dampening one of the washcloths and carefully dabbing away at your face.

"Dunno.", The words mixed with the bubbles of the stale, self-made toothpaste into a weird mixture of sound that required some extra enunciation to get it all out for James to understand, "Man's going mad, I tell you."

"Did Hannah try to talk to him? He's turning cruel and reckless." The latter part was something that James had been thinking quietly to himself for quite some time now.

At first, he'd blamed it all on this year's winter being a bit extra harsh on the whole flock, but the way David had started pushing some more than others had caused a myriad of questions to arise by now.

You nodded, and James' face turned to a frown.

"I'm gonna work that out.", He watched you empty your mouth and held his hand back out, "You just come here for a moment."

You reached out, his fingertips brushing against the inside of your wrist immediately before pulling you closer with a soft tug.

"I'm sorry, pumpkin.", James' chin rested right at the crown of your head, both of his hands palming at your wrists to pull your thoughts away from what David had been so keen on subjecting you to.

David knew, just as much as Hannah or virtually everyone else in here, that you tolerated the kids, you dealt with them when necessary, and for the time of those brief instances, you managed to be nice, and that's how it worked out for everyone involved - worked out until somebody pushed you into something that you couldn't and also didn't want to deliver.

" 'S not like it's your fault." Without hesitation, you followed James' careful tug, leading you both to the mattress.

"I know, but I still can be sorry, no? How about you sit down and I'll read you some?" James' took another few steps back before slumping down onto the mattress, back against the wall and legs sprawled out enough for you to cosy up in his lap.

"Let me take care of you…please?" His bright blue eyes beamed up at you whilst his hand tapped the hardcover of an already well-read book he'd acquired recently.

"And no, you're not too old for a bit of a good night story." Sometimes you wondered if he was actually just living inside of your thoughts or if the light scrunch of your nose had given you away this time.

You sighed, not out of annoyance but because he'd got you hooked already. Of course, you'd sit down, curled up in his lap and let him read to you. You ached for it, ached to give up the responsibility of being a functioning member of this here community, even only just for a little bit.

"There you go." , James nodded with a faint smile pulling at his lips as you made yourself comfortable eventually, "You've done it and I'm so, so proud of you for pushing through, babe "

He pulled you close, one arm wrapped around your waist, broad palm resting right above the waistband of your pants, whilst the other scrambled to open the book and hold it up to his face. In all honesty, James could've read you the yellow pages or the instruction manual to a bathroom faucet; it didn't matter for as long as he held and cradled you, pampered you a little and provided a space where you didn't need to be all tough and nonchalant.

"Despite everything, I'm sure you did well." A strangled yelp gushed over your tongue as his hand slid down without hesitation, fingers dipping underneath your pants to pull you closer by your crotch, the full length of his palm cupping your pussy above your panties.

"James?!" It took seconds for his touches to fog your brain, making you roll your hips against his palm before he'd even so much as started reading.

"I'm here and I got you." He pressed his lips to the crown of your head, eyes skimming over the first few passages to remind himself where he'd left off.

You didn't exactly know what had gotten into him, but you didn't fight it either, the warmth of his hand against your clothed clit way too compelling.

"Does that feel good, pumpkin?" He pushed his middle finger down ever so slightly, rubbing it along the fabric in slow movements and pulling a surge of wetness to soak through your panties soon after.

"You deserve to feel good, babe.", He wasn't even waiting for a proper answer, the increasingly shaky breaths hitching in the back of your throat as he felt your clit swelling and pulsing underneath his fingers was answer enough, "And don't think about it, just nod, okay?"

You did as you were told, a slow nod, agreeing to what he said as he turned another page with his thumb between the paper before he started reading to you.

"There, there, good girl." The parise made your hips jolt and almost rut against his hand as you felt yourself clenching down around nothing.

James quickly found a tantalising rhythm between softly uttering words and sentences, his intonation calm and almost quiet enough for the both of you to hear the slick sounds of your increasingly oozing cunt, and his fingers stroking away over your panties, making a mess between your thighs whilst the tip of his nose brushed against the back of your head occasionally.

With only so much as holding you flush to his chest, James enraptured you entirely; your thoughts drifting away from what had happened today, eagerly giving in to the comfortably buzzing and tingling sensation that spread all throughout your lower abdomen. You weren't even exactly listening closely anymore, and he knew but didn't mind. That had been the idea after all - wanting to make you feel good, feel better after being put through the ringer by David for reasons beyond his understanding.

Another paragraph, another handful of sentences that went into one ear and right out the other one, whilst your mouth dropped agape, an avalanche of little noises trickling from your lips as you gaze turned half-lidded and unfocused to the point where you didn't notice James lowering the book, putting it back to rest on the nightstand, the now free hand snaking up to your jaw. James traced it gently before his index and middle fingers snuck past your bottom lip, the pads of his fingers teasingly pushing down on your tongue, coaxing a little puddle of saliva to pool around his digits.

"Don't think, pumpkin." His voice was low in your ear as he felt you stirring ever so slightly, adjusting to him pushing his fingers into your warm and wet mouth.

"Ngh.." You swallowed, but the bobbing motion of your larynx came too late; a thick droplet of spit smeared down your chin, ready to fall onto the bulge in your pants where James' other hand was working you relentlessly, rubbing the damp fabric of your slip against your clit with soft flicks of his middle finger.

"C'mon, suck on my fingers, sugar. Issok, we both know you want to." And he was right, you wanted to, yet you could hardly bring your lips to close around his fingers, your body slipping out of your control already.

"James.." You muttered, the word coming somewhat strangled and gargled as his fingers brushed over your tongue.

Your hips rocked against his palm again, the movement jittery and shaky.

"That's it, babygirl, just let go." It didn't take much more than this for the coil to snap and your empty cunt to start contracting in crashing waves that pulled inward.

Your moans echoed around his fingers as you came without him even directly touching and toying with your pussy. In a way, it was pathetic how you were writhing in his grasp, drooling and whining around his fingers, showing him parts of you you'd never let anyone else see.

“Higgs I’m not going to suffocate you.” 

Not you may be wondering why those words needed to be said, I don’t blame you for wondering. They are odd words indeed. Well, it’s because Higgs had recently found out that he was a repatriate, and as we all know, he’s also a perverted masochistic freak. A perfect combination — according to him that is.

Upon his return from the Beach, Higgs discovered he was now a repatriate. And of course being Higgs, he decided to let you know about it in the most insane and unhinged way possible.

He’d walked into the room covered in blood with a crazed look on his face. He looked manic, grinning from ear to ear as he stood before you, his clothes soaked in blood. Obviously you were concerned for his wellbeing, immediately rushing to him to see where he was bleeding from, and also find out why the hell he wasn’t even the slightest bit concerned. 

“It’s aaalll mine baby girl, but don’t worry, I ain’t bleedin’ no more. Watch this.” Higgs raised a pistol and pressed it firm against his temple, his finger resting confidently on the trigger. “It’s gonna be okay darlin’, just wait.” 

Before you could react, Higgs mimed blowing you a kiss — and pulled the trigger. You screamed of course, watching the blood and brains of the man you loved, well the man you thought you loved, maybe he was just a maniac, splatter across the wall as he thudded lifeless to the ground. 

You were frozen in shock, a few droplets of blood spatter having landed on you as well. 

The fuck? Also wait for what?

After a few moments of standing frozen in place, trembling in shock and anticipation as you stared down at Higgs’ lifeless, leaking corpse — it moved. 

Higgs’ convulsed slightly before turning to the side, tar and blood pouring from his mouth, splattering across the floor as he coughed it deep out of his lungs. There was a lot of tar and it was still leaking from his lips as Higgs burst out laughing, looking at you with a shit-eating, smug grin on his face. What a motherfucker. 

“What … the fuck … was that?” 

Higgs laid on his back, arms open and laughing manically like he’d just had the best experience of his life. He very well may have. “Just found out I can’t die baby.” 

“And this is how you decided to tell me?! I should kill you again asshole.” You kicked him in the ribs, hard, knocking a breath out of him as he continued to gaze up at you, a smile still spread across that beautiful asshole of a face — a face that now had a desperate and lust filled look in it’s eyes as he gazes at you like you were the most alluring thing on the planet. Really though, it was what you’d said that was alluding. 

 “Oh please do kill me again baby. I know ya like watchin’ me leak sweetheart.” 

Since then, Higgs had begged for you to fuck him while either hurting him or killing him. Or both, both was good. The masochist in him was thriving with this new development, his arousal from his own suffering amplified by a million now what he knew he was un-killable. The amount of times he’d asked you to maim him made you lament the fact he couldn’t die — it had reached the point of obsession and god was it it annoying. But he kept wearing you down, bit by bit. And now? Well … this was one of those times.

You sat naked on his bare chest, Higgs’ hands gripping your thighs firmly as his gazed up at you, eyes begging and wide with lust. He was using his grip on your thighs to hold you down firmly against him as he slowly dragged your groin across his chest. He’d spent the last five minutes buttering you up for the proposal he was about make. 

“Suffocate me baby, please.” 

You sighed and rolled your eyes so hard that you wondered of they’d roll out of your head. “Higgs, I’m not going to willingly kill you.”

Higgs’ eyes were wild, manic, desperate and filled with pure unadulterated joy at the prospect he was proposing to you. He was buzzing with anticipation, like he already knew this was a done deal. His chest was heaving under you as he started up at you with a palpable sense of excitement. 

“Please baby, sit on my face, I wanna feel my life slowly slip away while ya spill come down my goddamn throat. I want my last breath to be a shuddered inhale of your juices into my fuckin’ lungs. Drown me darlin’ please.” 

You chuckled in disbelief of the utter filth you’d just heard come from the man laying below you. Those words somehow came out honeyed and chocolatey smooth even though their meaning was obscene. He’d managed to make them sound romantic even though his eyes were begging you like a needy puppy as he wriggled his body beneath you teasingly. 

“Higgs that’s so fucking deranged.” 

“Please baby I’m beggin’ ya. I’ll stop askin’ ya to do … the other thing if ya do this.” He grinned ear to ear, knowing that this added condition would convince you. 

“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes. That other thing was something that he kept begging you to do. In fact he’d asked you to do it on at least seven seperate occasions. And what was it? Well it involved you stabbing him, preferably in the abdomen, and then putting your whole goddamn fist inside him. Or … “even better” in his opinion, stabbing him and then pegging the wound until he died from blood loss. For one of those seven times he’d asked, he’d even stabbed himself right in front of you and begged you to do it. However he miscalculated and happened to die before you could even finish explaining why you were in fact not doing that.

You sighed in frustration and defeat, the loving and pleading look the pervert below you was giving you was too much. “Fuck, fine.” 

“Yes! Oh baby, thank you!” Higgs jolted in excitement, almost with enough force to unbalance you. He released his grip on your thighs and slapped them playfully a few times. “Come on then darlin’.” 

You sighed loudly in frustration as you shifted forward, hovering above Higgs’ smug, grinning face. His whole body was shaking in anticipation, his hips snaking side to side enticingly. He was already hard. Of course he was. 

“See ya on the other side baby.” Higgs gripped your hips firmly and pulled you down against his face, moaning as your wet folds enveloped his nose and mouth. You gasped as Higgs’ fingers dug into your hips so tightly that you knew you’d end up with bruises. There was no way he was going to let you move away from him, not now that he finally had you where he wanted you. 

You shuddered as Higgs began lapping at your folds, moving you slightly to grind on his face as he did. You moaned, your hips beginning to gyrate against his face as his tongue ran over your clit before slipping since you. He was moaning loudly, obscenely loudly in a way that you would be forgiven for thinking was intentionally over-enthusiastic. It wasn’t, he was a state of in pure ecstasy. 

Higgs’ nose kept brushing your clit as he lapped at your folds, slurping and sucking as he devoured you. You moaned, his nose hitting that perfect spot every time he moved his lips. You felt him smile against you as you gasped, his tongue slipping inside you as he continued to rock you against his face. 

You could feel Higgs moving beneath you, his hips rutting into the air against nothing as he continued to devour you, seeking friction that wasn’t there. 

The sound was obscene, sloppy wet sounds and slurps joined by grunts and moans. Each moan he let out was another sliver of breath leaving his body. And he was sure as hell gonna die while eating you out, determined to make you come as he felt his life slip away. 

You could feel Higgs’ chest beginning to heave more and more, his body desperate for the air that he was intentionally denying it. He was shaking, his tongue and lips devouring you as you ground down against his face, his nose rubbing against your clit with each rock of your hips. You heard Higgs begin to choke and moan at the same time, his movements increasing in speed as he raced to bring you to orgasm before his body gave in. 

And you did just that, coming as you threw your head back, hips still held firm against Higgs’ face. You shuddered as your orgasm coursed through you, your eyes shut tightly as you felt the grip Higgs had on your hips slacken before falling to his sides. 

As soon as your body settled slightly, you looked down and lifted your hips. Higgs’ eyes were glazed over, a blue lipped grin spread across his face, content in his death. He’d done exactly what he’d set out to do, his lips blue from lack of oxygen and covered in your slimy mess.

You lifted yourself off of him and sat on the bed next to him, awaiting his return. You chuckled as you saw that Higgs had also come, completely untouched, rutting against nothing, orgasming from eating you out and suffocating at the same time. God he was a sick freak — but at least he was your sick freak. 

It didn’t take long for him to return from the Seam. With an extremely loud gasp, Higgs came back to life, coughing and spluttering as he turned to his side, tar spewing from his lungs and onto the bed. For fuck’s sake. You sighed, forgetting how messy his repatriation was. Might need to get some sort of mattress protector. 

After a few final heaves and spits of tar, Higgs’ breathing finally returned to normal. He chuckled as he saw the mess he’d made on the bed beside him. “Oops. We’ll put a towel down next time.” 

You gently punched him in the ribs. “There’s no next time motherfucker.” 

“I’m not apologising.” 

“Oh darlin’, we’ll see ‘bout that now won’t we?” 

Higgs had you sat on his lap, your bound wrists draped around his neck, your legs straddling his waist. He wanted your face close so he could see the exact moment he broke you, the exact moment you decide to apologise and submit to him, the exact moment this little bratty streak is destroyed. 

Higgs ran the head of the vibrator through your folds, feeling it slide through your slick. He chuckled mockingly — this was going to be so goddamn easy. He hadn’t even turned the vibrator on and you were already dripping. He kept his eyes trained on you, taking in each and every little expression you made.

“Oh, an’ here I was thinkin’ I was the masochist. Always so fuckin’ wet for me ain’t ya? Even though I’m about to make ya suffer.” 

“I think we both know whatever you’re about to do won’t be ‘suffering’.” You smirked, the knowledge that Higgs’ ‘punishments’ were usually mostly pleasurable was cemented firm in your mind. 

“Seems ya underestimate me sweetheart. You’re gonna suffer this time.” Higgs rubbed the tip of the vibrator against your clit, teasing it around in a little circle as he watched your breath catch in your throat.

You flinched as your eyes met his, the expression in them was dark. There was a look in them that made you shudder, a hunger but laced with something deeper, the kind of look you’d seen Higgs have when he’s aroused by someone else’s suffering. You gulped, shit, maybe you were wrong this time. 

“Think ya can tease me all day an’ then deny me huh? Well you’re about to learn that I won’t stand for that kinda thing sweetheart.” 

Higgs turned on the vibrator and you convulsed, an intense vibration coursing through you. You clenched your thighs around Higgs waist, your bound arms tightening either side of his neck.

“Ah fuck …” You moaned as Higgs slowly ran the vibrator through your folds, teasing it at your entrance before gliding it back up. 

“Feel good darlin’?” Higgs smirked as he watched you tremble, your hips beginning to grind against the vibrator as you searched for its pressure. He knew it would feel good now, but just you wait. 

“Yes … fuck …” You arched your hips forward as Higgs held the vibrator firm against your clit. He adjusted its position as he watched you carefully, awaiting your reaction to when he was hitting right on that special spot, the spot that sent waves of vibration to that precious bundle of nerves. And when you flinched, body tensing as you threw your head back? That’s right where he wanted you. You gasped, your breath halting all together as the intense vibration brought you close to snapping. 

“Higgs I’m gonna … shit …” You came, squirting on the vibrator and Higgs’ lap as your body tensed. You gasped for a breath as your orgasm coursed through you. However, your breath didn’t return, your body still under an assault of vibration. Higgs didn’t move the vibrator away, this was a punishment after all, he wanted you to suffer.

“Higgs … s’too much …” The pressure was overwhelming, your body well and truly overstimulated as Higgs kept the vibrator pressed firmly against you. You felt it to your core, your mound beginning to go numb as Higgs began to chuckle as you squirmed atop him, your eyes pleading with him to stop. 

“Aww, I know it’s too much baby, this is a punishment remember?” Higgs leant in close to your ear and gently kissed your cheek, chuckling mockingly as he felt you tremble, your hips trying to move away from the vibrator. He gripped your hip firmly and held you down. 

“Ah ah … it ain’t over yet sweetheart. ‘Fraid you’re not goin’ nowhere.” 

“Fuck … Higgs please …” You were now in extreme discomfort, the constant vibration was too much. You struggled against his hold on you, his strong fingers surely causing bruises on your hip as he held you in place. You were panting, shaking as you felt yourself come again. You only knew because you physically felt the wetness pour out of you — you no longer had any sensation of pleasure whatsoever. Somehow you felt numb but also in discomfort, an incredibly frustrating contradiction — one that Higgs was relishing in. 

“Want me to stop?”

“Yes!” You screamed your response, no longer in control of the volume of your voice as your mind slowly slipped into insanity. Your whole body was shaking, muscles tensing and un-tensing in a painful cycle. 

“Gotta hear ya say somethin’ first sweetheart?” Higgs voice was shuddering, his pants tented at the sight of you struggling to maintain your composure. He loved you like this, all desperate and begging, bratty and being taught a lesson. All for him. 

“Goddamn it Higgs please … it hurts …” Tears were forming in the corners of your eyes as you pleaded with him to stop. But the face reflecting back at you was smug and clearly amused by what was happening to you. He was right this time, this was a punishment, you were indeed suffering. 

“Hm … no that ain’t it.” Higgs chuckled as you sighed at his reply. He needed to hear you say it, needed the lesson to be fully learnt. 

“Fuck fine, I apologise. I’m sorry Higgs. Please stop.” Your ears were ringing, your body so tense that you were clenching your jaw as you convulsed on Higgs’ lap. 

James had always vowed that he would wait until marriage to give himself to somebody, that he could be patient until he found the right person to settle down with. Growing up in a religious household, he was taught that sex was not a pleasure to indulge in but something sacred between spouses. He carried that belief with him throughout his life, and it was only solidified after the world went to hell and he was taken in by a man who rekindled his faith. Given a second chance at life, James swore he would follow the gospel and be a good Christian man. 

Of course, that was all before he met you. 

Now, he finds himself questioning everything he once believed in. When he’s around you, he can’t help the way his heart hammers in his chest or the butterflies in his stomach— all those cliche warm and fuzzy feelings. He also can’t help the way he finds himself staring at your mouth when you speak, at your hands when you’re cooking, at your chest when you wear that sweater that fits you exactly right. 

He knows better, he knows he shouldn’t give into the thoughts he has about you late at night. He thinks of your voice, your scent, your touch, and it makes him dizzy when all the blood drains from his head and rushes straight to his cock. It’s sinful, the way he feels himself swelling at the memory of you, the way his hand wraps around his erection with the intent to indulge in a pleasure he had never allowed himself before. He can’t bring himself to pray for forgiveness, not when the release he finds feels so much like Heaven.

Still, those moments of self pleasure are private, a way to stave off his hunger. He could touch himself to you and still wait until marriage for the real deal. 

That virtue, however, is challenged when the heat goes out in your house and James, being the gentleman he is, offers to let you stay with him until it’s fixed. 

-

It’s early in the morning, the first rays of sunlight spill into the room and bathe you both in a golden, ethereal light. He takes pride in you sleeping so peacefully in his bed, warm beneath his blankets and wearing his pajamas. He watches you shift beneath the covers, your hair tousled from sleep but catching the morning glow just right. You look like an angel. 

James fights the urge to reach out and touch you, to feel the soft, warm skin of your cheek against his fingertips. 

“Mornin’, Sleepin’ Beauty,” his morning voice is rough but he’s still as soft spoken as ever. 

You hum, eyes fluttering open against the bright light. “Can’t we sleep a little longer?”

He turns on his side, no longer able to resist the desire to be close to you. His large hand rests on the curve of your warm neck, his thumb tracing your jaw. His touch does nothing to get you up and out of bed, all you want is to curl up in his arms and go right back to sleep. 

“We already slept in, babygirl.”

When you whine and pull yourself even closer to him, he wraps his arms around you without question, tucking your head beneath his chin.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, rubbing your back to soothe you. “You can get more sleep if you really need it. I can’t say no to a sweet little thing like you.”

As he holds you, feeling the weight and warmth of your body against his, he can feel a restless desire pooling in his gut. His already stiff morning wood begins to ache for your attention. He shifts his hips away from yours, but you chase him, not wanting an inch of space between you two as you cuddle. It’s endearing, but does nothing to calm his body’s response to yours. 

James tries to lay as still as possible, hoping it will go down on its own like it usually does if he forces himself to ignore it, but that proves impossible. Your thigh slots between his legs and his hips twitch. 

“You okay, James?”

God, you’re going to be disgusted by him.

He swallows around the tightness in his throat, nodding softly. He doesn’t trust himself to speak, he knows his voice will only come out strained and breathless, it would give away just how bad he wants you. 

You lift your head and his heart races as you nuzzle your face against his beard, inhaling his scent deep into your lungs. The sound you make in response, that soft sigh of affection and relief, it makes him feel lightheaded. 

“James,” you say his name like it’s sacred, your voice full of so much reverence. “You’re real tense.”

“I’m… I’m okay.” He hates lying to you, even about something as small as this. “Just a little sore is all, don’t you worry about me.”

You hum, not believing a word he says. “Let me help you relax.”

He has to swallow back a moan as your hand drags down his chest, his stomach swelling with a deep, unsteady breath when your fingertips meet the exposed bit of skin beneath the hem of his shirt. He can hardly breathe, he can hardly think, every rational thought fleeing from his lust fogged mind. 

He’s coming undone for you and you’ve hardly touched him.

James lays flat on his back, but instead of pushing you away, his hand guides your own lower. He presses his face into your hair, his voice low and deep when he speaks, “this is what you’re doin’ to me, sweetheart. Makin’ me so fuckin’ hard I can’t think straight.”

He presses your hand against his erection, urging you to palm him through his sweatpants. Even beneath the layer of fabric, you can feel the warmth of his skin and the precum beading from his tip. When you squeeze his shaft, it pulses in your grasp. 

“I‘ve never… I’ve been waiting to give myself to someone special, honey,” he explains, stroking your hair in time with your hand stroking his length. “I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for you, you’re so special to me, babygirl. I want… Christ, I wanna give myself to you.”

You look up at him, taking in the sheepish look on his handsome face and the blush heating his cheeks. He meets your gaze, apprehension and fear of embarrassment or failure clouding those beautiful blue eyes you love so much. In a moment of weakness, he bucks up into your hand and you watch as his expression of shame twists into one of ecstasy. 

“It’s okay,” you coax, pulling the waistband down around his hips until his heavy erection springs free. “We don’t have to go all the way, just let me take care of you.”

He nods, hissing between his teeth as you wrap your hand around his bare shaft, stroking back his sensitive foreskin. “I wanna… wanna make love to you.”

When you kiss him, nothing else in the world matters anymore. His upbringing in a good, Christian household, all of those promises he made to be chaste and devout, that silly notion of saving himself until his wedding night… all of that means nothing compared to the love he feels for you and the taste of your wanting mouth. He kisses you like he’s starving, and he is; he’s deprived himself of you for so long. 

He only breaks the kiss to lift your arms and strip you of his shirt that you wore to bed. He groans at the sight of your bare breasts, his mouth practically watering. “Shit, you’re perfect,” he rasps, voice filled with awe. 

You laugh in spite of yourself, a sweet incredulous sound that makes his teeth ache, and when he looks up to see you smiling down at him— he swears he sees God. 

Unable to wait any longer, he sits up to pull his own shirt off, revealing a lean but toned figure and something you never would have expected from him: a dainty silver hoop adorning his left nipple. You can’t help but stare, eyes raking over his body. 

“Like what you see?” He teases you, his confidence built on that look of appraisal you’re giving him. No one has ever made him feel this way. “It’s all yours, babygirl.”

Tentatively, you reach out to trace your fingertips over his piercing, watching him shiver beneath your touch.

 “When did you get this?” 

“When I was a teenager,” he admits, “I thought I was being rebellious.”

“I had no idea you were such a bad boy back in the day.”

“Oh, hush.”

He pulls you into another hungry kiss, his hands working to free you of the rest of your clothes. When you’re both laid bare for each other, he guides you to straddle his hips. 

“Are you sure?” You pant against his mouth. “I don’t want to rush you if you’re not ready.”

“I’m sure, I’m ready.”

He reaches down to line himself up with your entrance, jaw clenching as his swollen tip slides through your slick folds. You’re so tight that he has to wonder if this is your first time too, but he doesn’t ask. That doesn’t matter to him in the slightest, not when he knows you’re only his. 

You push your hips down slowly, easing yourself onto him inch by inch. He’s so thick and you can hardly stand the sting of him stretching you out, but that pain eases the moment you’re fully seated on his lap. 

“Oh, Christ,” he groans, hands gripping you hard enough to bruise an imprint of his fingertips. “You feel so fuckin’ good, babygirl.”

You’ve never heard him like this. 

“Ride me, please ride me.”

You oblige him, lifting your hips, the slow drag of your wet walls around his cock making his eyes roll back. When you sink down again, you can feel him twitch inside of you. 

“Shit baby, just like that.”

Setting a slow and steady rhythm, you try not to push him over the edge too fast, knowing he won’t last very long if you fuck him the way you want to. The time will come to use him to get yourself off, for now you just want to make him feel good and loved and special. 

Leaning down, you capture his mouth in a kiss much softer than before, your hands tangling in his hair. He melts beneath you, buckling under the weight of your love for him, his lips trembling against yours as he gets closer to his release. 

“Babygirl-”

“I know, I know,” you coo, hips grinding down into his. “You need to cum, sweetheart?”

He barely manages a choked, “uh-huh”, unable to form any coherent words as you wreck him. 

“Think you can let me cum first?”

He nods, but neither of you are very sure of his answer. 

As your climax begins to build, you lay down to be closer to him, pressing your bare chest against his as your hips do all the work. Your nose brushes through his beard, his scent washing over you and lulling you into a comfortable but mindless euphoria. In your pursuit for pleasure, you hardly register the warning signs that he’s too far gone, his urgency only spurring you on. 

“James,” you whimper, pressing your face into his neck, “I’m gonna cum.”

Sure enough, he feels you squeeze around him, your body shuddering atop his. The rhythmic pulse of your wet cunt around his aching cock is his undoing. 

“Fuck-”

With no willpower to pull out, he buries himself deep, arms winding around your waist to keep you still as he unloads inside of you. It seems to go on forever, his vision blurred as his cock pumps rope after rope of hot seed into your vulnerable womb. 

“Oh God,” His breath is warm against your ear as he lets out a heavy sigh of relief, his body relaxing as he finally comes down from his climax. “You’re an angel, my dear.”

You pepper him in kisses, keeping your touch gentle and affectionate as his heart rate slows and his breathing evens out, your love coaxing him into a sated afterglow. Knowing this was his first time, you want to be attentive and make him feel safe. 

“Was that good?”

A soft laugh escapes him at the irony of your question. Here he is thinking he’s just died and gone to Heaven, and you’re asking him if it was good?

Peter sat with his back against a tree, the warm breeze caressing his face as he took a deep breath of fresh air. He was taking a well-deserved break, the heavy, bulky cargo had been delivered and he was on his way back home - to you. 

He’d moved in with you a few months ago, your offer for him to stay being too good to pass up. He was madly in love with you, but he’d never told you. Hell, he never would. Because you didn’t want him, you wanted one of the strong buff porters, the ones that make you giggle when they flirted with you, the ones that make you fidget as they tower over you with their handsome faces and smooth words.

He sighed, reaching into his cargo backpack to pull out a small bundle of berries he’d harvested a few miles back. He popped one in his mouth, crushing it under his tongue before swallowing it. He hissed, the bitter juice coating his tongue and making him gag as it ran down his throat. Bitter? This berry was supposed to be sweet? He looked at the pile he held in his hand, rolling them around his palm to get a better view of them. 

It only took a few moments to realise his mistake. Shit. He scrambled through his backpack for the little survival book he carried, the one outlining which plants were safe to eat. He flicked through the pages as his body began to burn — hot, his skin tingling as beads of sweat started to leak from every pore.

He arrived at the page he was looking for, and his heart dropped. Purple with a green stem. Not a red stem. Fuck. What was the one with the red stem? 

He was about to find out. 

He panicked, should he throw up? As he reached towards his mouth, intent on forcing the berries back up, he realised it was too late. He felt a heat wash over him, a deep throbbing heat that brought sweat to the surface of his skin immediately. He flicked through the book, fingers scrambling over each page in an attempt to find the berry he’d just eaten. His skin was burning hot, his pores prickling as he began to flush red. His chest was starting to heave, his body clearly struggling under the effect of this unknown toxin. His vision began to blur, the horizon spinning as his head began to feel like it had been filled with jelly. 

Well shit, this was the end. It’s not how he thought he’d go out, but as long as it wasn’t too painful, that was fine with him. However this wasn’t the case, and the reality was much much worse. 

As if a switch had been flicked, he felt a jolt of sensation surge through his groin. His breath caught in his throat, a wave of pleasure coursing through him. He drew his attention away from the book to look down to see his pants beginning to strain and tent, his erection making itself well and truly known. What the fuck? 

His cock began to ache, the confides of his pants creating too much pressure. He shuffled his pants down enough to free himself, his cock springing free and immediately standing at attention. It was red, hot, a pearl already glistening at the tip. It was throbbing and beginning to ache. Shit, what the fuck was happening? He needed to relieve it. 

He stroked his cock, the sensation hitting him a thousand times stronger than it ever had. He’d only pumped himself a few times when that familiar feeling overcame him. He came, hot strings covering his fist as he convulsed, the orgasm tearing through him like it was attempting to murder him on its way out. What the fuck? He’d hardly done anything?

He sat panting, his chest heaving as he continued to burn red hot, skin flushed and sweltering. His erection didn’t go down, still red and angry like he’d done nothing to relieve it. Shit. He tried something else, placing his cock between the pages of the book and closing it firmly around it. He thrusted into it, the pages creasing and tearing as he ran his cock between its words. He came again, spilling into the pages, completely soaking the entire book. 

But it still wasn’t enough. Peter brought himself to orgasm four more times, each one painful and unsatisfying, not quelling the burning desire that had overcome him. 

What the fuck was he supposed to do now? All he knew was he couldn’t stay sitting here forever. So he returned home, gait wide as he walked, hand occasionally palming his crotch. 

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You heard the bunker door hiss open and closed. “Peter?” 

He stood in the stairwell and slipped his cargo backpack off, letting it fall to the floor with a loud thud. He unzipped his cargo jumpsuit, letting the top half fall to his waist. He gasped, the cold air hitting his sweat covered skin, making his hair stand on end. But it wasn’t enough to cool him down, he was still burning hot. He entered the room to see you sitting at the terminal, your back to him. Thank god, the sight of your face may have just made him come then and there. 

“H … hey.” He took a few steps before his knees gave way, collapsing to the floor on his hands and knees. He was panting, his body burning hot, his knees weak and trembling and supporting him.

“Shit. Peter what’s wrong?” You threw yourself to the floor in front of him, immediately concerned for his wellbeing. 

And the second he saw your face? Well shit. He was already hard, the aphrodisiac causing him to throb painful in his pants, his cock straining against its fabric prison. But when he saw you, he had an urge, one that he’d tried so hard to smother. So he looked away, eyes darting to the ground as his mind raced, his thought spiralling our of control — thoughts of you. 

The way you looked when you laughed at his jokes, the way you always smiled at him, they way sweat trickled down your collarbones after you’d carried heavy cargo, they way you touched his arm so gently … shit, it was the same way you were touching him right now. 

“God, you’re burning up.” Your hand was on his forehead, his temperature maxing out as his body trembled, his cock continuing to throb painfully. 

“Don’t touch me, please … I … I’ve been poisoned.” He continued to avoid your gaze, looking at the floor. But when he saw you place your hand down on the floor, all he could think of was how your fingers would feel around his cock, stroking him as you whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. 

“Oh god … do we need a doctor? I can …” 

“No! No, it’s … it’s okay, I just … fuck … it’s an aphrodisiac.” He tried to reassure you. The last thing he wanted was to see you panic. “I ate a berry, thought it was a different one.” 

“Oh … I see.” 

“I shouldn’t’ve … come back ’til it was outta me. I’ll go.” 

“Go where? You’re in no state to go anywhere.” 

“If I stay … I’ll do somethin’ I regret. I can’t … I can’t do that to ya, it ain’t fair.” 

“I … can’t help in anyway?”

“Just bein’ here with ya right now is just makin’ it so much worse. No offence. The feelin’s I got for ya … they’re just bein’ amplified my a million right now.” 

“You have feelings for me? You never said.”

“Oh god I sure do, ya got no idea. I … fuck … no I can’t explain it right now, it’s … fuck it’s too much.” 

“I have feelings for you too Peter.” 

“Y … ya do?”

“Yes.” You reached out and cupped his cheek, and the second his eyes met yours, he was on you. 

He pushed you back onto the floor, his full weight on you as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. Fuck you smelled so good, so warm, so fucking sweet. He pressed his groin to your thigh, mounting your leg like a dog in heat as he began to rut against you. 

“Fuck … ya smell amazing … so warm … so goddam sweet …” He inhaled you, your intoxicating scent spurring him on more. He spoke between breaths.

“I … I’ve wanted ya for so long. Fuck … ya got no idea baby.” He continued to grind his clothed erection against your thigh, his breath coming quick and fast as he breathed against your neck. 

“I didn’t think you wanted me? You never said anything?” 

“Ha. I thought you didn’t want me. Fuck … ya got no idea what ya do to me. So goddamn pretty an’ still givin’ this ugly mug the time ‘o day? I’m fuckin’ honoured.”

“I’m honoured that you want me too.” 

“I want ya so bad, need ya so bad. Wanna feel how warm ya are inside too … fill ya up with my cock … shit shit … I’m gonna …” Peter came, his release spilling into his pants, soaking through the fabric immediately. He trembled, moaning into your neck as his hips held firm against your thigh. He saw stars, his pleasure coursing through him as his breath tried to recover. 

He looked up at you, a look of embarrassment and distress on his face. He was panting, his body still too hot, too tingly, too uncomfortable.

You chuckled. “So what an aphrodisiac or a truth serum?” 

“Maybe both .. ha … fuck, that didn’t help. Shit. I … it’s still …” 

It had been months since you’d been dragged from the workshop that also served as your home, a consequence of denying the metal man who’d appeared and demanded to be repaired. He’d heard you were the best mechanic in the area and had demanded your services, but you’d refused, not taking kindly to being threatened like that. He’d have to ask nicely if he wanted your help. However little did you know, that was never going to happen, not with him, so as a consequence, he made sure you couldn’t refuse, kidnapping you from your home to the bunker you were now confined to. 

When he’d first come to you for his expected repairs? You’d still refused, standing defiant as the mechanical man stood oozing tar a few meters in front of you. He’d not taken kindly to that, spouting threats of violence that seemingly fell on deaf ears. You were as hell weren’t going to make it easy on him. He could threaten you all he wanted, make your life a living hell, he already had by dragging you here. 

You continued to refuse, until he finally acted upon those threats. 

“If you’re not gonna repair me? Then sweetheart ya won’t be repairin’ nothin’.”

He’d hovered the blade over your hand while you stared at him defiantly, calling his bluff. You didn’t know him well enough to know any better. He’d removed your left pinky and ring finger before you conceded defeat. He secretly admired your tenacity, your defiance, but he wasn’t going to let you know that. 

So for the past few months, you’d willingly but begrudgingly repaired him. You had no idea how he ended up like this so often, each time appearing in various states of disrepair. 

And each and every time, he’d taunt you while your hands were on him, moaning overly sexually while you were wrist deep inside his body reconnecting a wire, gyrating his hips like he was aroused while you fiddled around inside his inner workings. He made eye contact with you the whole time too, winking and smirking as he watched you attempt to hold in your frustrations at his taunts. His gaze never left you, eyes trained on your face rather than what you were doing, like he had some sick curiosity in seeing what emotions he could conjure on your face. 

You knew he couldn’t feel, so you assumed he was putting on an act to intentionally put you off, or intimidate you, or god knows what. But it did give you an idea, a way to find that out once and for all. But it would have to wait until the right time.

So when he appeared in the bunker missing both legs from the knee down? Yeah, that was certainly the right time. 

You sighed. “If you’re gonna appear like that, out of nowhere, can you at least try to appear onto the workbench?” 

“Darlin’ does it look like I really have that much control of my body right now? Ain’t got all my limbs.”

“Yeah I can see that.” You sighed and rolled your eyes, gazing down at him as you contemplated how you’d move him to the workbench. “Fuck it … you’ll have to stay there, I can’t move you.” 

“Am I too … big … for ya?” Higgs stumps oozed tar clover the floor as he wriggled his hips suggestively, implicitly. 

You scoffed. “We both know you’ve got nothing … big … in there, I’ve been inside you.” You had been inside him, and you knew for a fact he did have something in there, but it was ill-defined and you had feeling it only formed when he willed it to. The interior of his body seemed to house tentacles, like some perverse toxic aquarium, tentacles writhing within his black oozing interior. You'd never clearly seen one, they always slithered away to make room for what you needed to repair, but they were there. 

You gathered some tools from various toolboxes and placed them down next to Higgs’ body with a loud clang. You knelt between his legs, well, where his legs were supposed to be. They’d been severed just below the knee, black tar oozing out of him instead of blood. 

You began removing his metal plates, easily unclipping each one as you’d done dozens of times before. There were a few that couldn’t be removed, but it didn’t take long until he was lying before you, his black silicone coated “skin” on full display.

You leant over him to assess his injuries, and his smirk widened into a smile as you lay your body close to his. He cheekily moved his hands to your waist, gripping you suggestively as you inspected something on his shoulder. Normally you’d have swatted his hands away, and that was probably what he was anticipating, however you let them stay as you feigned discontent in what you’d found. Besides the obvious lack of limbs, he had several deep gashes on his chest and waist, and one on his shoulder, the perfect one for the lie you were about to tell.

“Hmmm, shit. Do you trust me?” You feigned deep concern, the gash on his neck was ‘very problematic’ and ‘would have to fixed immediately’. 

“No darlin’, I don’t. Why?” Higgs looked at you with a smirk, a look of curiousness and also slight concern on his face.

“You’ve got a wire loose in here.” 

“So?” 

“So … cause of where it is, I’m gonna have to put you out for a second.” 

Before he could respond, you did, unplugging the correct cord to put him out. You watched his projected face falter, flickering away to reveal the plain white template hidden beneath it. Without his face, he looked like a mannequin, featureless and benign, an inanimate object.

As far as Higgs was concerned, his vision went dark, his connection to his mech suspended, but somehow not cut off completely. Usually when his mech was disabled he was back in his real body, the sand of the fucking Beach between his toes. But he wasn’t back on the Beach, instead his vision was completely black. It was unsettling, whatever you’d done hadn’t actually disconnected him fully. Luckily it didn’t last long, his vision sparkling back to life as he awoke to see you leaning over him, a sheepish grin on your face.

When he awoke, he could sense something was wrong. Very wrong. There was a tingling sensation, something that he most certainly shouldn’t have. You were sitting straddling his waist, and somehow Higgs knew that without even looking down to see. That shouldn’t have been possible.

“W … what did ya do to me?” Higgs’ eyes widened in shock, a sensation tingling through his body. He shouldn’t be able to feel anything, he couldn’t feel anything. But now? What the fuck was happening?

You smiled sheepishly before slapping his face, hard, your own hand stinging as it made contact with his hard metal features. 

Higgs gasped, a twinge of pain beginning to spread across his cheek, a pain that he’d never felt in this body. He looked up at you, eyes blown wide in shock. His mouth hung open, wanting to ask what was happening/ how it was happening, but no words came out. 

“Did you feel that?” You smiled, the shock on his face was priceless. 

Higgs simply nodded, his gaze fixed on you, you whose hand he had just felt strike his face. You, who had made this body feel for the first time.

“Good, cause I wanted to test something.” You placed your palms on Higgs’ abdomen, applying firm pressure. 

He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as he gazed at you with horror and anticipation in equal measure. You slowly traced your fingers over the outlines of his mechanical abs as you made your way up to his chest. 

“Wow. Never heard you be so quiet. Speechlessness suits you.”

“How … an’ why, did ya do this?”

“Well, you’re always making those little moans when I have my hands inside you, tugging on wires and the like, and I always assumed you were just doing that to put me off. The little smirk you always have on your face as you do it seemed to suggest so. But … I wanted to know for sure.” 

“What do you m …” Higgs’ question was cut short by you pressing your fingers into one of the gashes on his chest, your fingers sinking into his tarry flesh, pushing between wires and ropes of silicone. And the reason he stopped taking? 

Well that’s because he moaned. It was deep, guttural, a noise that had never been emitted from this body, because for the first time, he could feel it. 

“Fuck … what did ya do?” 

“You felt that right?”

“Yeah w … why can I feel it?” 

“I added a new feature to your software.”

“Why?”

“Revenge.”

You reached down with one of your hands and thrust your fingers into the deep gash on his waist. Higgs made a noise that was a cross between a scream and a moan, his body tensing around your fingers as you pushed them deeper into his internal wiring. 

“That hurt?”

“Fuck yeah it hurts.” He was panting, his newly discovered pain coursing through him. It felt exactly as he’d remembered it feeling — and it made him hot. 

“Good.”

You twisted your fingers in deeper, sliding them between the stands of tightly strung silicone that made up his artificial muscle fibres.

Higgs arched his back, body writing under you as if he was trying to escape the pain. But he moaned, his hips involuntarily thrusting up to meet yours as he began rutting against you. 

“Oh would you look at that, I was right. You do get off on being hurt don’t’cha?” 

You pushed your hand in deeper, wrist breaching the silicone surface of Higgs’ skin, fist deep in his internal wiring. He oozed tar around your hand, bleeding black blood from the wound you had your hand fully inside of, the wound he could now feel. This body was feeling for the first time, and Higgs being no stranger to pain? Well it was too much. He shouldn’t have been able to feel hot, but he did, his body trembling as a wave of pleasure coursed through, flowing down and down until it settled in his groin.

“Fuck … don’t ….” He barely got the words out, his throat tense as his entire body shook, pain and pleasure fighting for dominance. He’d be happy with either one.

“Don’t what?” 

“Don’t stop.” 

You felt something move beneath you, something growing. You lifted your hips slightly and looked beneath you to see several tentacles emerging from Higgs’ groin area. They were emerging erect, three tentacles twisted together, firming and hardening as Higgs writhed beneath you. 

You laughed mockingly. “Well well well. That’s what you’ve got hiding in there.” 

You gripped the tentacles, applying firm pressure. “Feel that?”

The noise Higgs made as he threw his head back? That was your answer. It was a noise you’d never heard him make, raw and real, unlike the fake moans he used to make while you were repairing him. This was guttural and involuntary, a genuine sound of pure ecstasy. 

“Take that as a yes.” 

You ran your hand down to the base of the tentacles, pulsing your fist slightly around its girth. You didn’t need to do anything else, as Higgs’ hips began thrusting up into your fist in short and fast, sloppy thrusts. He moaned, his hips arched up into you, his head thrown back. 

You moved your fist inside him, feeling his wires tense like muscles around your hand. He groaned as his face flickered, the projected features faltering as he came close to unravelling. His breath was coming short and fast, panting and moaning with each exhale.

“Seeing that I just found out can get hard, let’s find out of you can come.” 

It didn’t take long before you found out that he most certainly could. Well … sort of. 

“Oh fuck!” You watched in awe as thick black tar oozed from the centre of the tentacles met, spurting into the air and back down to cover themselves and your hand. Higgs’ hips spasmed, a sensation akin to an orgasm ripping through him, this body experiencing it for the first time. He thrashed slightly, tensing beneath you, his internal muscle fibres constricting the hand that remained inside his chest. You slowly removed your hand, tar dripping from your fingers.

“Fuck … oh god … that was … fuck … ” Higgs was panting, chest heaving as he looked up at you, eyes wide with lust and disbelief.

“You enjoyed that?”  

He chuckled. “Yeah well, darlin’ it ain’t revenge if the recipient enjoys it now is it?”