A little note: I've been trying to write for Dude more for the past eternity but I'm unfortunately losing steam for it. sorry for edging y'all at the end of this, I literally cannot force myself to touch this anymore rn. This also isn't edited, some mistakes might be lingering.
Dude groans low with pleasure as he releases his stream across your chest.
The yellow-ish fluid streams down the curves molded onto your person- soaking fabric and flesh. You can't help but gasp at the sudden warmth that floods your body, but you don't move.
You don't even try to argue about your current position. Most people he tries this with gag, call him disgusting, puke, or whatever else dramatic display they decide. But you take it like a champ, like this was an everyday thing for you.
He laughs, almost impressed. The sound is something that's horribly humiliating for you and yet lustful.
"Jesus. You're actually into this? You're more pathetic than I thought." he torments, insulting you like you're a piece of pathetic trash. You nod, eagerly agreeing that you do in fact enjoy the way his piss splashes and soaks your body. You're going to reek of urine for the rest of the day, but it's a small price to pay to see him so emboldened.
He lifts his dick, angling the stream higher. It moves, landing on your face, surprising you. You gasp, lifting your head higher out of instinct- trying to keep air like he was drowning you. How does he keep going?
"Ah-ah." He scolds, clicking his tongue.
Dude lifts his boot and brings it down onto your lap, right on top of the pelvis. He holds you down, pinning you against the alley wall. You gasp again, this time at the sudden sharp sting it brought and Dude takes advantage.
His piss hits your tongue. It's salty. Bitter enough to make you wanna gag. Enough slips back down your throat to make you gag and it only eggs him on more.
"Taste it." He orders, brows furrowing with frustration. You were making him angry. He wanted a show.
You gulp, imagining your neck bobbing like a cartoon. Your tongue shoots out and captures a small amount of the stream. Forcing it down, you grimace at the taste. But you persist and poke your tongue back out to funnel down some more. You had to impress him.
Dude laughs, chest shaking with his deep chuckles that make something in you regrettably throb.
"Fuck, I haven't had a good little freak like you in years." He praises. "Come here."
His stream ends and you almost fucking whine at the lost. Were you always this pathetically depraved for local homicidal crackheads?
Dude's boot lifts, releasing your rock-and-hard place situation. Then, he reaches out, digging his dirty nails into your top. Dude yanks you into a kiss and you think you could cry from joy. The tip of his tongue shoots out between breaths, begging for entry. You allow.
His tongue laps and grinds against yours, exploring as much as he can.
Quickly, you realize he's eagerly trying to taste his own liquid and you moan with a gross excitement, letting him lap at the lingering taste. Dude smashes his face with yours. It's like he's trying to engulf you into his person, keeping you close.
When he decides he's through with his sampling, he parts with heavy breath. A string of saliva mixed with piss follows, connecting the two of you until he pulls back far enough that it snaps and sticks to his goatee.
His shades have shifted from the rough smooching and now his green eyes and blown pupils are on display and when they meet yours, you freeze like prey. You don't move, you don't blink. There's a moment where you are just staring at each other in silence and you start to get the nervous feeling that he's thinking.
Maybe he's trying to decide if you deserve to walk away from this? Or maybe he'll take out the pistol you saw tucked away earlier and end it for you right here and now. Your brains would paint the red brick and leave a lovely surprise for the poor bastard who'd find you later.
Thankfully for you, Dude blinks. He reaches up and shifts his shades back properly.
You think that he's going to leave- tuck his dick away and go on with his list of bullshit and you let your tense shoulders drop, a breath you didn't realize you were holding softly slips from your nostrils.
Then, Dude breaks the moment.
"Pull them down." He demands, motioning towards your pants. You jolt. Maybe he wasn't done with this just yet.
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If you are the one to tell the dude directly, he will stand still for a brief moment, blinking his eyes slowly a few times, trying to process your revelation.
"So...you film yourself naked on the internet for money? Like, people pay for that?"
Dude can still shrug and say:
"Man, as long as it pays the rent and lets me buy more gas for my flamethrower, I don't see a problem."
But if he is the one to find out about this on his own, his reaction may be a little more intense.
Dude was too bored to do anything outside so he decides to search for something on the damn internet when he finds an "interesting" website but when he clicks on it he is instantly taken to their live stream.
Dude spits out the beer he was drinking at the exact moment so he is shocked, angry and even a little proud.
"Well...at least you're not robbing banks or killing dogs for money...but seriously, what the fuck?"
Possible jealousy
We all know that Dude isn't exactly the most romantic or clingy guy in the world, but he still has his possessive side depending on the situation at hand.
Dude is torn between finding this hilarious but also completely hating the idea.
"So, there are a bunch of idiots jerking off to you? Jesus...."
But when someone starts being too cheeky in the comments on the broadcast, he gets really pissed off.
"If I meet this bastard on the street, I'm going to shove a shovel right in his face."
However, if you tell him that for you this is nothing more than making easy money, dude might end up accepting
Support or try to destroy everything?
If dude "decides" to support you:
After thinking about it, he might even see it as funny and an easy money-making scheme.
"Man, if people are dumb enough to pay for it, then screw it. You know, we should raise the price."
Dude might end up liking it so much that he might even suggest bizarre ideas for his broadcasts:
"What if you pretended to be a hot hitwoman? Or like, used my flamethrower on the broadcast?"
Dude has no morals at all, so he could never judge you even more by making money.
Now if Dude decides not to approve the idea, he will try to sabotage everything.
I imagined you in the middle of one of your weekly broadcasts and Dude just barges into your room with a fucking rocket launcher in his hand asking if you want pizza.
(This man is crazy!)
Or even finding a way to take down your live stream because you can't handle any more donations, calling you a "hot" "goddess".
"I swear if I have to hear one more of those wankers calling you hot I'll blow it all up."
Movie Dude x Reader. Requested on AO3 by Yourlocalcringereader.
We all need a little distraction, so I'm trying to finish up these requests. Love you all, stay safe.
No warnings, just smut. No one under 18 please.
It's almost sunset in Paradise by the time you're able to start dinner. The water you had boiling on the stove is now rapid and you let out a small breath as you crack the noodles in your hand in half to add to the pot.
Your ears twitch as the sound of the screen door swinging open rings out behind you. The creaking of the trailer's door signals Dude's return.
You had sent him off with a kiss and a wish of good luck before he left this morning to go to his interview and now he's back.
You lift your head to give him a greeting but the words die on your lips when you take in his state. He looks drained; Heavy bags rest under his usual dreamy eyes and there's a frown stretched on his handsome face.
"Hey, what's wrong?" You ask, leaving behind the pot of boiling noodles, but not before turning the heat low so they don't burn. You approach, keeping your hands to yourself for the time being in case he doesn't want to be touched.
Dude sighs, and for a moment you think he looks like he might just blow his brains out, but instead he reaches out and pulls you into a tight embrace. You reciprocate the hold quickly, pulling him into a gentle caress. Your arms reach up his back to run your comforting hands along his shoulder blades.
His face gets buried into your shoulder, muffling his voice as he explains the cause of his current distress.
"This god-damned town. That's what."
It's no secret that Dude hates Paradise.
Hell, you hate Paradise too. His job hunting feels like it's never ending, the people are too brash and loud and stupid and God forbid you walk down the street without witnessing a crime or have it happen to you. You give him a slight hum in agreement, there's nothing you can say currently to take away his emotions, so you pull him closer into the embrace and dig your fingers in deeper, trying to massage the tension away.
You both stay there for a moment, just holding each other and trying to let the waves of stress fall off Dude's shoulders. The pasta can wait, right now you have your most important person to attend to.
You pull back slightly from the hold and pepper his stubble lined jawline with kisses, making him huff out a noise of amusement. "Knock it off. I don't deserve anything like that." He mutters.
You scoff and pull him back even closer. Your gentle kisses turn to soft nibbles that move down onto his neck, causing him to shiver.
You let your lips linger a moment before replying, whispering into the crook of his neck. "You deserve plenty. Dealing with so much bullshit to try and make ends meet for us... I'd say that deserves something extra special." You coo, nibbling along his Adams apple.
Dude lets out a noise, something between a whine and a growl.
You wrap your hand around the tie on his neck, tugging him along after you as you move, pulling him towards the bedroom you two share before spinning and pushing him down onto the bed back first.
He lands with a small huff and lifts to his shoulders. Dude watches through his lashes, his face softening the more he looks at you.
You crawl onto his lap, leaning over him as you stare down. "You're so handsome." You say to him with your low tone that sends him dizzy.
Slowly, you hook a finger into the knot on his tie, tugging it loose. It's discarded to the side and each button on his white shirt is given attention as you slowly undo each one, taking your time. Unveiling his chest and body hair that you love so much.
Your eyes locked to his as he shivers with want.
"Just let me handle everything, okay? I'm gonna make it all better." You request, smiling when he just nods dumbly.
His eyes shine with the realization of what's happening and Dude drops his head, eyes staring up at the ceiling in an almost dazed state.
You know his last relationship was unhealthy to say the least. The poor thing is probably so pent up from being cheated on so much. He's not used to anyone handling him.
You slide down to your knees, perching yourself between his spread legs.
You undo his belt, biting your lip to satiate the lingering desire to taste him as soon as possible.
The buildup is more for him than you, you have to keep reminding yourself.
The button and zipper are done quickly and then you make him lift as you shimmy his pants and undies down to his thighs.
Dude's half hard cock twitches at the rush of cool air that hits it and you giggle at the way it moves, watching as it slowly lifts in attention. Dude frowns, giving you a playful pinch.
He lifts to his elbows again to watch you. "Shut up." He groans.
You apologize, muttering it out before taking his half hard cock into your hand and kissing along the head.
He shivers, hissing through his teeth and throwing his head back.
"Don't play with me. Just get on with it. Please?" He pouts, frowning down at you. You nod and stick out your tongue, trailing it over the slit, licking away any precum that spills. Dude shudders, shoulders dropping, and brows lifting, the tension leaving as finally you meet his cock with the attention he wants.
You hum in satisfaction before spitting into your hand and giving him a few lazy strokes to lube him up just right.
"You're so perfect." You say to him, watching him melt and his eyes roll with ecstasy. "So handsome."
Dude whimpers. His body shudders with each tug and he digs his hands into the bedding, the fabric snags and threatens to rip under his grip.
You let out a small chuckle, barely audible before you lean in and take his head into your mouth. He hisses like he's been burned and it only encourages you more. You take him deeper, slowly to not gag on his length, and when you're able to start moving he's practically already wanting to burst down your throat. He never could last long.
His hand moves into your hair, snagging the strands into his fist, careful not to pull or yank. You appreciate the gentleness he always afforded you.
You make a show of moving.
Slowly, you bob your head up and down, your nose meeting his trimmed red pubes each time you take him as far as possible and the smell of his musk makes you want to tear into him like a gift.
Watching him through your lashes, you relish in the sight of his teeth gritted and his handsome face contorting with pleasure. You're going to ruin him one day.
"Fuck! Baby- I can't do this." He whines, hips bucking uncontrollably up into you. You gag slightly at the unexpected thrust and it only makes him cry out again. He liked hearing you gag? You bank that information for later and speed up. Your noodles are still cooking after all.
Dude throws his head back. You watch as his Adams apple bobs with a swallow and you hum in appreciation. The vibrations make him hiss out in blissed out joy.
"God damn! Keep going!" He requests and you oblige. You close your eyes and focus on your breathing, quickly moving up and down. Spit gathers, spilling from your mouth and it works to just move you faster.
You lift a hand and take his balls into it. Holding them gently while you massage each one delicately, feeling them twitch and tighten under your warm grip.
Dude lets out a small groan and tugs your hair slightly.
"Right there! Fuck! Fuck! I love you! I love you, you're so fucking-!!" He spills, both his words and his come.
You swallow, trying your best not to gag on the salty spend. Slowly, you stop and take extra care in sucking him clean.
Each movement from here out just makes him whine and whimper in ways that make you want to tear him apart more.
When he calms, you pull off slowly, letting the saliva strings trail after you. You watch them break and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
Dude weakly watches, still looking exhausted but now it's because of pleasure and not annoyance. He lets out a breath and gives you a small weak chuckle.
"Forgot how good you are at that." He muses, running a hand through his hair.
You give him a grin and lift back to the bed, admiring his appearance before leaning over him again. He pulls you into a kiss, one that's all romance and passion and you wonder if he can taste himself on your tongue. You pull away after a moment, grinning at him.
"Shower. Dinner is almost done and then we can get to dessert."
Dude lifts a brow.
"Are you dessert?" He asks.
Your grin turns sly. You nod and he shoots up before you can say anything else, stripping his clothes on the way to the bathroom.
You roll your eyes in amusement and head back to check on your pot. The noodles are tender and perfect, just in time.
Brain Damage Dude(s) x Reader | Lemon | 18+ | Semi-cuckolding? | double teaming | spit roast | Humiliation | Its gonna get Weird okay? Its Brain Damage! | Ignore if you saw the first one, accidentally posted when I fell asleep lol.
No beta reader u know the drill.
You gotta be fucking kidding...
Dude squints at the sight in front of him. His hands slide under his sunglasses and scrub at his eyes, making sure he's not just seeing things. He opens them and... nope! Still fucking there.
"Ungh! D-Dude!"
It's You! You're laying there on the plush pink bed that just keeps fucking appearing. Bent over with your ass in the air and your head pressed deep into the duvet. Your face twisted into pleasure; eyes rolling and drool leaving a small stain on the bedding below. Dude's eyes rake over the sight, taking it in and letting his body flutter in reaction, but he's not exactly focused much on you at the moment. No.
He's mostly looking at Him.
The bastard who keeps showing up and taunting him at every turn in this stupid dream: The Other Dude.
He's there, behind you, taking you for himself. Fingers digging deep into your hips as he pounds into you. The weathered hospital gown bunched up over his hips, covering anything visual happening underneath but Dude doesn't need to see to know what's happening. The Bastard's not even watching you enjoy the treatment he gives you. He's staring at Dude.
"Oh. Hey there, Dude." Other Dude greets him, sounding unaffected by what he's doing to you and voice laced full with humor. The usual dumb grin plastered on his (handsome) face.
Dude wants to roll his eyes at his voice but that means tearing his eyes away from the scene in front of him. You let out a whine and he feels something stir again.
"About time you showed. I was getting worried you'd miss this!" Other Dude grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging you up to give Dude a better look at your face. Chuckling when you let out a yelp that turns into a moan.
Dude's eyes widen and his mouth drops open; his sunglasses sliding down his nose. He quickly has a thought that this might be venturing onto some fucked up kick he doesn't want to think about right now. The thought of someone else taking you, even if that someone else happens to be a subconscious dick bag version of himself, shouldn't be turning him on this much. He quickly dismisses the thought and grimaces.
"So, what's all this about? Trying extra hard now to be me..?" Dude mentally groans at his lame attempt to rib Other Dude. He's a bit to preoccupied staring at you now, watching you whine and thrash and arch and beg and-
Dude swallows, trying to wet his dry mouth. He's definitely hard now, the gown rising a bit in the area.
Other Dude laughs, breath huffing out as he keeps thrusting. "Not at all. Just showing them who The. Real. Dude. Is." He punctuates each word with a thrust, hard and quick. Making your eyes roll; you face plant back into the bedding when he slips his hand out from your hair. Your screams muffled by the bedding and mattress.
Wet sounds of skin and fluid slapping fills the air and Dude's head goes light. It remind him of every filthy porno he's ever seen all at one and his fingers twitch, wanting to touch you for himself. Other Dude chuckles smugly again. "Quite a looker you've got, Dear Dude. Shame they like me more."
Dude frowns now. Getting angry and annoyed at the implication. You turn your head, your eyes meeting his and you whine. A hand slides across the duvet and you reach for him. "Dude! P-Please..?" Butterflies swarm in his stomach and he blushes. Even when you're getting fucked in front of him, you still want him. He quickly, stomps them out. Nope! No Lovey Dovey shit right now. He needs to prove something to a certain Bastard.
"Heh. Right.. That's why even with your cock in them they're still begging for the Real Deal. Ain't that right, sweetheart?" He glances down at you and your pretty, flushed face. You nod, biting a lip to hold back a moan.
Behind you, a frustrated growl comes and a gloved hand connects with your ass, hard. You let out a yelp and Dude's eyes widen, taking a few steps towards you.
"Wanna prove something, Dude?" Other asks, fingers gripping your flesh so hard they leave small crescent marks indented. "Then try it. I'll still have them screaming for me while they choke on your cock. I promise."
Dude, never one to back down from a challenge, (especially one this hot and depraved) sniggers and nods. "You're on, Asshole."
He steps forward. Taking his position in front of you. Other leans back, slowing his movements, so you can rise on shaky arms to greet Dude. You look destroyed, face running with tears and drool and sweat. Dude smirks, sliding a hand to your cheek.
"Hey there, Beautiful. Ready to put on a show for this prick? Show 'em who you really belong to?"
You swallow; lips parting and breath panting. Excited to finally have him, you nod quickly. He smirks, reaching behind the gown; undoing the ties. Letting it fall into a fabric puddle at his bunny slippered feet. Other Dude laughs loudly, causing Dude to raise an eyebrow.
"That's it? Yeesh! No wonder they've been cock drunk! That's all they have to work with!" Other falls forward, giggling and using you for support. You yelp at the weight and your arms nearly give. "Go on! Tell him! Tell him how small it is!" Other slaps at you, egging you on to degrade and humiliate. You blink at the order and you hesitate. Turning your head to look at him in question. You don't get far as he snatches out, grabbing your hair like reigns and pulling you back, forcing you to stare straight ahead at Dude. "Tell him."
You lock with Dude's eyes and swallow again. Voice coming out meek and shaky. "I-It's small!"
Dude hates how his cock twitches at the words, precum leaking from out his tip. Other notices and laughs again, the humiliation building under Dude's skin further. Other Dude drops your head, letting you fall forward again.
"Get on with it, We all know I'm winning anyway."
Dude rolls his eyes, turning his attention back towards you. You reach up, grabbing his cock and taking it into your mouth. You barely even get adjusted before Other Dude starts fucking you again, thrusting up into you rough and hard. You gasp and moan around Dude's cock, getting pushed onto it deeper. You gag and Dude groans.
He takes your hair into his hands like a handle and holds you steady. Fucking your face. Other Dude bucks and grinds and finally, finally, finds the spot to make you roll your eyes and whine. Both Dudes whine at the noise at the same time and their movements sputter.
Dude looks down at you, his sunglasses sliding down his sweat slicked face now. He takes in your appearance again and smirks, realization crossing him. Looking up at the Other, he speaks. "They're close."
Other nods in acknowledgement and his face breaks out into a dark grin. Giggles spilling from his throat as he keeps up the pace. Watching your ass jiggle and smack against his hips.
Dude pulls his cock from your throat, stroking himself. "Let me finish on that pretty face, yeah?" His voice, low and gruff, makes you whine.
"Fuck! Dude! I-I'm close!" Your eyes screw shut and you finish hard against Others cock. His eyebrows rise, groaning something depraved at the release and he pulls out once you finish. Stroking himself off. Each Dude lets out a groan at your despertate noises and they finish in tandem. Dude painting your face; Other releasing along your lower back.
Other Dude groans and falls backwards onto the bed. His gown falling back down to cover him fully again. His arm comes up to cover his face. Your arms finally give and you slump forward into the plush comforter, face sideways to prevent Dude's spent from squishing everywhere. Dude somehow manages to stay upright, head tilted upwards with his eyes screwed shut and face flushed. You're all three huffing for air and coming down.
Dude is the first to break the silence. "I win."
Other Dude's head snaps upwards. Hand slamming down onto the space next to him, brows twisted with frustration and anger. "No. Way. You didn't feel how they were clenching down around me!"
Dude chuckles and shrugs. "And you couldn't see how they were looking at me. Practically worshipping me."
Other snarls and suddenly rises to his unsteady legs and lunges at Dude, pulling him down into the ground. They roll around and fight, throwing punches at each other, like siblings fighting over a favorite toy. Arguing all the while about who you favored more.
You sigh at the sight and wipe your face with one of the sheets, cleaning yourself up. Grumbling to yourself.
Postal Dude x Reader / 18+, Lemon / Suck That Gross Man! / No beta reader or anything like that we raw dog fanfic in this house
I dunno man, he's hot and I'm horny.
The lock to Dude's Trailer turns, the door cracking open and creaking slightly as it moves. Outside the sun beams down and burns the ground below. You wouldn't be surprised to hear if the local stray cats were melting to the pavement today in this heat.
You step inside carrying a few grocery bags; leaving the oppressive heat of Paradise behind you. Mentally thanking whatever higher power exists that Dude's AC is actually working for once.
Humming to yourself, you turn your attention to the small kitchenette area in the trailer, opening up a cabinet and throwing whatever you bought inside.
You promised Dude last week you'd stop by and make dinner sometime, and today you're gonna make good on that promise. Taking in the silence of the place, your humming grows louder before eventually you break out into a full song and dance routine to the music in your head while you finish up. Spinning around the small area, feet tapping on the linoleum.
Suddenly, a bottle whirls by your head and crashes into the wall behind you. You gasp loudly and turn to see Dude, lounging on the couch, peeking out from under a blanket patterned with Krotchy; His brows furrowed in anger.
"Keep it down. Christ..." He grumbles quietly, sitting up and staring at you. He's obviously in a mood. You blink at him in disbelief, your head whipping back and forth from the bottle to his stupid face.
"I thought you'd be out, doing God knows what!? Why are you home?" You speak to him, hand on your chest, trying to stop your heart from failing at the sudden shock.
"Why the hell do you care? It's my fucking place, I should be asking why you're here."
He rises fully, sitting on the couch; turning the small TV on. Staring the thing down and ignoring you now. You catch your breath and take in his appearance.
To be blunt; he looks like shit. Hair matted to his head with grease and sweat, his stubble coming in full and thick. His leg twitches, bouncing up and down on the ground and you see his jaw move. His teeth grinding together.
Realization hits you and you take a few cautious steps towards him, like he's a dog that bites when nervous.
"Withdrawals..?" You ask him, putting on a passive voice trying not to press his buttons further. He glances at you from the side of his glasses, you can see his eyes shift back to the television before he scoffs. "Shut up."
You sigh. Walking over and sitting next to him, far enough to give him some space, just in case he lashes out again . He crosses his arms and ignores you further. You try again. "Anything I can do to help?"
"Just shut up." After a small beat he speaks again adding quickly to his first demand. "Just sit there, and shut up."
You can't help but crack a small smile at his request, if he was in a better mood you'd tease him at the way he wants you to stay close in silence. His tone today is doing something to you. You chide yourself in your head, calling yourself a masochist. Your legs clench together slightly at the harsh words; 'Shut up'.
Deciding against better judgment you lean forward, invading his space slightly. He said to just sit and shut up and that's what you intend to do. You tentatively reach out, a finger hooking around the top of his jeans, reaching a thumb down and grabbing the fabric, pulling and undoing the button quickly.
His head snaps to you in attention. "What the hell are you doing?"
You shrug. Leaning in more, wrapping your fingers around the zipper and pulling it down. His breath hitches and his arms uncross, grabbing onto the cushions next to him.
You fall to your knees to the cold, dirty floor below and you teeter to the front of him. Looking up at him, raising an eyebrow in silent questioning. His face dusts with a blush and he grits his teeth in defiance a bit before he raises and lets you tug the waist of his pants and boxers down to his mid thigh.
You grin at him. His bitchy attitude staying even though you're about to blow him is adorable to see. You lean forward, spitting into your hand.
You take him in your hands, tugging and lubing his cock up, watching as he groans and lets his head fall back. He swears to himself and his nails tighten into the cushions, digging into the fabric.
Once he's hard enough and at attention, you lean in and pop his head into your mouth, giving the slit a small lick, tasting the precum and making him whine.
"F-fuck!" His voice echoes, falling in with the noise of the TV behind you. You take him deeper, he's not that big; modest at best, so you take him easily. Getting into a good rhythm to make him whine and moan in ways that make you clench your legs together to try and control yourself. Speeding up, you whine when you feel one of his heavy hands wrap into your hair, knotting it into a handle to push you deeper onto him. He growls, thrusting up into your face, practically skull fucking you now.
You adjust quickly, moaning and looking up to him for approval. His glasses have slid down his nose a bit and his green eyes peer at you, full of lust and desire. He laughs and coos at you, teasingly. "Awh, mouth full? You're doing so well. You were made to suck this cock, weren't you?"
His voice makes your eyes roll and you whine against him, the vibrations making him groan again. "Fuck, Babe. Right there, keep going! I'm close. You - ah! You better fucking s-swallow too!"
Like you had a choice. He tightens his grip on your hair, holding you down while he finishes down your throat. You gag for a moment, leaning back off him when he's done and swallow; gasping for air.
"You asshole! I nearly drowned." You whine and frown up at him, wiping your mouth and catching your breath.
He looks at you unamused and with indifference, breathing heavily, coming down from the high he just had. He tucks himself back into his pants and reaches up fixing his glasses. He leans his head back, sighing up at the ceiling, his jaw clenches again.
You sigh, thinking of him like an animal that needs put out of its misery.
"Come on. I'll buy you some this time." His head snaps up to look at you, before breaking out into a shit eating grin.
"Fuck yeah!"
He stands quickly and grabs your arm pulling you off the ground and out the door.
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WARNINGS UNDER CUT. THIS CAN BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME!!!
Updated with more described warnings and a summary. Take care of yourself. I'm sorry for not further explaining the work beforehand.
Sorry 4 getting trauma dumpy in the warning. I realized later that this work should be prefaced with an explanation of sorts.
Warnings: CNC // Free Use sex?? kind of?? I don't know. I'm dealing with some trauma and flashbacks lately. I don't condone this kind of thing irl, I'm just safely exploring some memories and working through it. Always have consent in real life and only explore fantasies safely like writing or therapy sessions or something. Take care of yourself and skip this one if needed ♥️
For a literal summary after the warning: Dude uses the reader while they sleep at the start of this work. the reader wakes and reciprocates.
Degrading language is used. The reader is afab.
You wake moaning? Your eyes are blurry with sleep and drowsy from dreams that are already forgotten. You blink a few times, realizing that the room is rocking back and forth in a way that confuses you. You mumble slightly, thinking for a moment that it may be an earthquake or someone using an explosive nearby. Then another moan is ripped from your throat and the familiar grunt of one disgusting ginger can be heard from behind you.
Eyes snapping open wider you become aware quickly of what the motions are and you startle.
You turn, glancing over your shoulder at Dude, you find his calloused hand holding up one of your legs as he thrusts into you from behind. He looks up, meets your gaze and gives you his signature shit eating grin.
"Morning, Sunshine. About time you fucking woke up." He pants out, his face flushed and slick with sweat from fucking you for who knows how long.
He's completely nude, he probably abandoned all his clothes when he got hot and horny.
He didn't even bother to remove your bottoms all the way. He just left them gathered on your free ankle, barely hanging on. Before you can even open your mouth to say anything, Dude wraps his hand around it and presses you tight against his body. Stopping you in your tracks.
"Shut the fuck up. Don't even think about complaining, just enjoy it for a minute." He hisses out in a way that makes your eyes roll with ecstasy. Your moans muffle against his large palm. The way he shamelessly uses you like he would a sex toy makes your core light up with that familiar heat.
This should disgust you. You should kill him for even trying this with you, but you've both done grosser shit to each other and you'd be lying if you said you didn't go to sleep daydreaming about fucking him the night before.
"God, this pussy was made for me. Made to be fucked stupid by me. Ain't that right babe?" Dude groans into your ear, his breath hot on the side of your head and full of lust. You nod, mumbling out an agreement for him from behind his hand.
Normally, the way his skin slaps against yours and echoes off the walls would make you light up with embarrassment, but now all they do is act as a lewd backing track to what's happening and make your head swim with the ever growing need to come.
Your hands move, pawing desperately for him. He laughs at your pathetic display and appeases you, letting you lift and wrap a hand into his greasy hair and caress him for comfort.
Dude feels amazing but the angle is all wrong, and your front is throbbing from not being touched. You whine, nails digging into his scalp before your other hand pries his off your mouth so you can finally speak. Voice hoarse and still scratchy from just waking up.
"Dude! Fuck! I need-!" You whine out and before you can even explain further, Dude is moving.
"Yeah, yeah. I got you." He grumbles out, frustrated at having to move from his perfect spot. "You're gonna have to work for it though." You can hear the smirk in his voice as he moves the two of you to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. You're on top, facing away from him still. He's somehow managed to stay inside the whole time.
You wanna pout and whine about the position he's chosen but before you can, he lifts you and slams you back onto his cock quickly. Causing you to yelp out as your core gets rocked from the sudden spearing.
"Go! What are you waiting for, Christmas? I didn't get you anything anyway."
You swear under your breath, thinking that if you were in a worse mood you'd hop off and tell him to go finish into the toilet. But unfortunately for you; you're into it now.
You try to get comfortable quickly and start bouncing the best you can at this angle. Wrapping your legs around his slightly for support so you can grind and move easier.
Dude leans back onto his elbows, watching you work, chuckling to himself as he watches you try to get the both of you off. Your ass bouncing and slapping against him unevenly makes him let out a dark chuckle.
"God, you're pathetic. I practically use you like a fuck toy and you love it."
A calloused hand slinks up to grope your ass, lifting it slightly, trying to get a better view of his mediocre cock entering and leaving you.
Moving like this- so soon in the day, is starting to make your thighs burn in protest. You didn't even get to stretch.
You have a feeling Dude knows and is getting off on it in some way, the bastard gets off on seemingly everything.
"I fucking hate you." You groan, hating how you sound like a whiny brat.
"Shut up. I can feel you tightening around me. Damn thing is a Penis Fly Trap at this point." He chuckles.
Dude must take some pity on you after the third failed bounce because you feel him laying flat. Two hands help you have stability as you move and finally his head scrapes against that bundle of nerves that make you call out in ecstasy.
Dude groans in delight and works you through the motions. He must have been close when you woke because he grounds his fingertips into the meat of your flesh and picks up the pace. You drop a hand, quickly circling that sensitive bundle until your eyes roll and you're screaming Dude's name. You're sure his trailer has to be swaying at this point.
"Fuck! You fucking perfect-! Fuck!" Dude growls, his composure leaving him.
"I'm gonna bust. You better come with me." He orders. All you can do is nod in agreement, you're so close yourself. You turn into a waterfall of "Yes!" and "Dude!".
With one last groan, Dude buries his cock inside and lets his come fill you to the hilt. You shiver in delight, your own orgasm quickly following and your pleasure loud on your lips.
As you come down from the near heavenly orgasm, you find yourself staring up at the ceiling. Your lips still parted for breaths that are labored and hot. Then, you're being dropped back to the dingy mattress. Dude shifts and his cock leaves you with a pop. You can feel the warm fluid seeping between you two and it takes everything in you not to let out a disgusted noise.
Dude sits up, resting on his side and he parts your legs to watch as his spend spills from your velvet insides. He lets out a small noise of pleasure. Grinning again, he reaches up and pushes it back inside with two fingers, sending a shiver and a protest through you. You whine, pushing his hand away.
He scoffs before wrapping an arm around and tugging you closer to his nude body. Your shorts are long gone from the impromptu session.
"You're disgusting." You say, no emotion behind the insult.
"You love it." He argues and you can't deny it. He leans in and presses his stubbly cheek to your face, his lower than hell voice dropping to a whisper as he speaks to you in that way that keeps you hooked.
"Remind me to get a mirror for that wall. I hate not watching your face when you come on me." He says before pulling back. He rises from the bed and pops his back with a stretch, groaning.
He gives you a glance, looking at you all tired and spent so soon in the day, all because of him. He lets out a chuckle and gives your ass a small pat.
"I'm heading out. Gotta get started on those errands." He explains before turning and heading out of the small bedroom.
You watch him leave, his bony, freckled ass your view. You rolls your eyes and turn back over to hold his pillow close and breath his scent as you drift back off to sleep for a few more hours.
This was an anon request for a trans man stoner reader with P4 dude! 👉👈 I hope I did okay. Warnings and such below the cut. Love u anon!
Warnings and Disclaimers: afab genitalia (this means pussy) is mentioned and used in this alongside t-growth (worded as cock)! If this isn uncomfy, let me know! I'll make an edited version!
Praise kink, doggy style, there's just straight jorking it at some point
Dude might be a little ooc and I refer to him as an old man a few times bc I'm a bully. Anon requested a mention of a certain hair color but I'm inclined to keep some appearances ambiguous so everyone can have fun <3
As always no beta reader/ I'm just winging it. Love u all
"Are you fucking serious, Dude?" You exclaim, scowling at the piece of shit old man you've stupidly decided to let into your life these days. Said piece of shit old man is currently spread out on your couch, shamelessly using your bong to smoke your weed!
You let your eyes scan over the disaster scene in front of you, taking in the mess he's made of your home. Your window to the living room is wide open, he obviously wormed his ass inside like some varmint. A few of your good name brand snacks have been raided and devoured, the wrappers scattered about the couch. They surround him as if you needed more evidence that he was guilty.
Dude's a mess of a person, both literally and figuratively, You know that very well. He comes and goes as he pleases, takes as he pleases, and uses as he pleases. The only reason you put up with him as much as you do is because he fucks better than anyone you've ever had before.
You think for a moment about demanding he cough up enough cash to replace everything but then you remember he probably doesn't even have enough money on him to cover a dent in the expenses. So, you take in a deep agitated breath and let it go, then step up and plop down on the empty spot next to him.
Dude gives you a shit eating grin all the while, watching the gears in your head turn at the situation. When you relent and sit next to him, his grin grows and he pulls the bong to his lips again to take another hit.
"I should toss you out on the street." You threaten, trying your best to sound angry.
Dude chuckles and raises a brow, calling your bluff. "Like you'd ever do that. You like me too much." He states plainly, like he knows it's a guaranteed fact.
You scowl again at his correct assumption, you don't even try to deny it. Instead, you reach out quickly and yank the bong from his hand and then nab the lighter from his other to take a hit for yourself. This only causes Dude's stupidly handsome grin to grow more and you hate how it sends those cheesy butterflies through you. You give a grumble under your breath, still trying to appear angry at the mess he's made of your place.
The second your lips leave the rim of the glass, Dude slinks an arm around your shoulders and roughly pulls you closer, yanking you in close to his purple bathrobe covered frame. "Come here." He chuckles out, giddy from his high. You can smell the sweat and grime on him and it only makes those butterflies flutter more.
Dude moves closer, hovering his mouth inches from yours. You know what he wants, so you exhale the smoke and let him shotgun in as much as he can.
His reaction is immediate; he lets a satisfied groan slip from his lips. "There we go. There's my good boy." His rough voice praising you sends a rush that makes your cock harden. Dude slides a hand into your messy hair and ruffles it slightly.
"I knew you couldn't stay mad at me for long." Dude teases, staring over his cracked sunglasses. His voice drops to a low hushed tone, you know what's coming. Dude can't keep his hands to himself when he's stoned.
"You love fucking me, don't you? You love giving up that cock for me?" He asks, his voice oozing with lust now. His large hand in your hair slides down to the back of your neck and he squeezes slightly, letting you know he's in control.
Your breath hitches at the feeling and you try to speak, but the only sound that comes is broken crackles that sound like your voice. It's embarrassing, the effect he has on you, and it only grows more embarrassing when he laughs at your reaction.
You frown, embarrassment giving way to annoyance. You pull away, sitting the bong to the floor as you try to stand, to get away from this bastard and the way he plays with you like a toy.
Your ass barely leaves the couch when Dude slinks a strong hand around your elbow and yanks you back down and into his arms. He cages you against the couch, leaning into your personal space.
"Not so fast, Handsome. Come on, you know how I get when I'm like this." He tells you, pushing his face into the crook of your neck, his breath tickling you. "It's been awhile and I've been thinking about you and that cute cock for days now."
The way his stubble grazes against your skin makes you shudder and you let out a pleased sigh.
"Did you miss me?" He murmurs, kissing along the tender skin of your neck.
"Yeah." You manage to slip out, swallowing the lump of excitement in your throat. "Missed you too, Dude." You admit breathlessly and you know it only inflates his ego more.
Dude hums out a pleased noise and slinks his hands up to the waist line of your pajama pants, tugging them down well past your thighs. He rummages around briefly, sliding his fingers in between your folds to run his thumb along the tip of your cock.
Your reaction is immediate. You part your legs slightly and let out a pathetic whine.
"Mmm, finally. There's what I've been dreaming about for days." Dude groans out. He adds his index and his middle finger to his movements, the three fingers stroking your sensitive cock slowly, just enough to make you writhe for more.
You shudder, throwing an arm around him to catch him in a searing kiss that muffles the noises you make. He jerks you off expertly, just how he knows you like it and soon your panting into his mouth as you feel that familiar coil tighten.
"Fuck! Dude! Right there, I'm so close!"
Dude chuckles and slides his tongue into your mouth to silence you. His movement picks up and with one last perfect stroke, you hit your climax. Your legs try to shut as it hits but Dude reaches out and yanks them back open, watching the way you writhe and twitch for him and only him.
As you come down, Dude gives one last wet kiss and then leans back. You take a glance down at his shorts and find him hard, pressed against the fabric. His cock begging for you.
Your breath is still coming out in small huffs when Dude slips from the couch and onto the floor, pulling you down with him.
He pulls you face down and ass up, manipulating your body and overpowering you as much as he can. You ignore the way your face presses into the scratchy carpet, sliding your arms under your head to work as a makeshift pillow.
"You're gonna be a good boy, right? Take this cock?" He asks, and when you try to reply you hesitate, flushing at the lewd tone. Your hesitation annoys Dude and he slaps an open palm against your ass, hard enough that there's probably gonna be a print now. You yelp out in shock and pain and then ramble out your answer. Words spilling from you like you're confessing to a crime.
"Fuck! Yes! Yeah, Dude, I'll be your good boy! Only your good boy!" The pathetic tone of your voice only fuels Dude more. He lets out a low groan.
Glancing back over your shoulder, you catch a glimpse of him jerking his hard cock, his sunglasses askew as he's staring at your exposed core. The sight makes you throb slightly, knowing what's coming.
Dude trails a hand up to your entrance, making sure you're wet enough to take him and when he's satisfied with what he finds, he lines himself up and slowly pushes his tip in. He whimpers, fighting to slowly inch himself deeper and deeper, careful to not overwork you too quickly.
When he's fully in, his hands grip at your hips and he gives another grunt as he starts to move, slowly thrusting his cock.
"Fucking hell, you're tight! You're always so tight for me!" He garbles out, nails digging into your soft flesh.
Your eyes roll back at the pleasant stretching you haven't had in a while. Breaths coming out labored and hot as Dude slowly picks up until he's pumping in and out at a steady quick pace that leaves the both of you moaning and praising each other.
"You're such a good boy! Fuck! This cock! This pussy! It was made for me." He growls at you, one of his hands sliding under to stroke at your sensitive cock again
You can tell he's quickly coming undone, the thought that you make him like this sends another rush down to your core and you can feel the climax building yet again inside you.
"Dude!" You gasp out, feeling yourself clench down around him. Dude lets out a straggled whimper and roughly presses you deeper into the carpet, grinding against the spot that sends you over the edge. Your second climax is ripped from you.
You scream out Dude's name and claw at the carpet, nails pulling up loose strands as you spasm around him. Dude pulls from you, quickly pumping his cock to completion and shooting thin ropes of cum onto your ass and lower back.
Dude tosses his head back, groaning out loud lewd comments as he now makes a mess on you.
He slumps back when he's finished, his cock still hanging loose from his bottoms. You rise slowly, sitting your ass on the itchy carpet. You ignore the squish of his cum and the fact it's probably soiling the fabric now, your focus instead rests on watching Dude.
Dude's sunglasses have slid down on his nose, letting you see the familiar green eyes that you've come to care for. You inch closer slowly, leaning in for a kiss. Dude lets out a slight faux annoyed grumble and gives in, he lets you kiss him sweetly and when you part he speaks.
"So, what are you making for dinner?" He asks, shit eating grin returning.
