Love it when you talk that nerdy shit.

Steven

Steven would be a bit embarrassed about his size, finding it unwieldy

he's shy about it but you can see how pleased he is behind that embarrassed look

he's aware of the cliché around big dicks and it's not like it's going to his head but it's one of those random things that give him a bit of a confidence boost

that confidence gets swallowed by an anxiety spiral when he is faced with the fact that this humongous cock is supposed to go inside you

if penetration is not the goal he prefers to fuck your thighs, pressing them together to fuck into the tight space between them, rubbing his cock against your clit or the shaft of your length

if you have a penis too he'd be really into jerking you two off together, wrapping his hands around your cocks and stroking them as one

he generally prefers being face to face with you during sex; he loves watching you but also being able to touch your chest

flat chest or boobs doesn't matter, Steven is into it anyway; the man is a true nipple fiend and loves sucking or playing with them

definitely into boob jobs if the size of your chest allows for that, if not simply coming on your chest has him see stars

if you ask to fuck him he's more than up for that and he will come as soon as you even graze his prostate

he will demand that you take him on his back so he can watch you and he will shower you in praise on how good you feel inside him

since I imagine his prostate to be a lot more sensitive than normal and him thus coming quite early he would simply ask you to keep going, to keep fucking him

definitely is into being overstimulated (in the bedroom of course) and really wants you to have a good time no matter if he already had an orgasm or not (and who would say no to more than one orgasm? definitely not Steven)

Marc

Marc is the one who is ashamed that he can't "easily" please you with how huge his dick is

I don't know if the term exists yet but Marc's whole deal can be described as Big Dick Guilt

because of that he prefers giving you oral over penetrative sex

it does help that he really fucking loves giving oral

sucking dick, eating pussy, eating ass, just all of it; if it exists, Marc will put his mouth on it in any way he can

which, if you want to try a ride on that horse cock, is also great prep work, getting you nice and wet and open with his mouth, tongue and fingers

he's so controlled when he enters you, slowly, methodically

he knows he can't just slam in even if there are milliseconds before pushing his cock inside in which he wants to do nothing more than just pound into you like a maniac

but he is better than this, this is for you, you asked for his cock and he is going to give it to you without hurting you

he wants- no, he needs for you to enjoy it

it's the same when you ask to fuck him

he needs you to have a good time, his pleasure doesn't matter as much as yours does

there is a weight falling off of his shoulders when you fuck him; he doesn't have to worry about accidentally hurting you

instead he just needs to be a good hole for you to fuck into, he can let go and just take what you give him

this is probably the most relaxed he is while having sex

Jake

Jake is the one who is most comfortable with his size (and a bit confused why the other two are struggling so much)

he has a whole system (pun not intended)

if you show interest in getting penetrated by him he will get out his tool kit of dildos and plugs of various sizes and a huge fucking bottle of lube

he will train your body to take him, come what may (and you may come 😉)

he'd have you work yourself up to larger and larger toys over days and weeks so your body gets used to taking a more sizable length

he'd be with you the whole time of course, fucking you with the dildos, making out and telling you how proud he is when you can slide in the next larger toy more easily

Jake also enjoys watching you try to take his cock into your mouth

unless you have serious skill and a very wide and big mouth you're not going to deepthroat that man

and that's what he likes about it

the sight of you struggling to even fit him into your mouth, how you can maybe just suck on the tip and lick and kiss your way along the shaft makes him go a little insane

same goes for the feeling when he can finally sink into you, pushing his cock into you in one stroke since you're already so well trained and your body adjusted to take him easily

it's hard, fast and the feeling of almost being too full is intense but worth all the work

and maybe Jake is a little excited when you haven't seen each other in months and you'll have to train your hole(s) all over again

when you ask to fuck him he is immediately game

he wears a plug the size of your length for the whole day beforehand just so you can slide in immediately

he also is kinda into the thought of being a nice and ready hole for you to fuck but less in the more object/fucktoy version of Marc but more raving slut

That’s what keeps running through his mind as he walks through the forest, backpack slung over his shoulder.

He had been hunting them for days. They had matched on a dating app and he had convinced them to meet up for a hike through the woods near his home. Although they don’t know it was near his home. They don’t know that he intends to hunt them or what he intends to do with their body after they are dead.

But he knows.

He knows and the thought of it makes heat pool in his stomach and his cock twitch in his jeans. He had always fantasized about this scenario, like an intrusive thought he's had lingering in his subconscious, something to think about late at night when he lays in his bed in his cabin out in the woods alone. So when his dear friend Ves came to him and told him of Sleep and what had happened he was more than willing to join in on the fun.

Oh and what fun there is to be had.

~

You wake slowly, the sun filtering through the trees to light the small grotto you had hidden in. You aren't sure how many days you'd been running. You just know you're exhausted and you need to move. It isn't safe to stay in one place for very long. He could catch up at any time. And god only knows what his plans beyond that are. You stand up, not bothering to brush the dirt and debris off of your clothes before you continue your unexpected journey through the woods. You climb your way over a hill, weaving through the dense trees as you try to remember anything useful from your days in the Scouts.

Nothing.

You can't shake the feeling of someone watching you from a distance. You're sure it's nothing but paranoia. Aren't you? You shake your head, trying to get rid of the feeling, clear your thoughts, focus. These woods can't go on forever, right? If you just keep going you'll eventually find something, some one, a way out.

A scream echos through the air.

You freeze. What could that be? An animal of some kind? Did this psycho send out other people to hunt out here? You walk towards the scream. Probably not the wisest choice you've ever made, but you thought maybe you could help or at least whoever it was wouldn't have to die alone. You enter a clearing, looking around to see if anyone was there. Despite the feeling of eyes being trained on you from every angle you didn't see a single person. Only a grey fox sat on a boulder in the middle of the circle of trees. You watch the fox and it watches you in return. Its dark eyes subtly glow as it stares you down. You're trying to convince yourself that the glow is a symptom of your exhaustion but the longer you look at the vulpine in front of you the less sure you are that it is an ordinary fox.

Wait.

It has six eyes?

You blink. That can't be right. The fox lets out another cry, a mix between a human scream and the wailing of a injured creature. It makes your hair stand on edge. Goosebumps cover your arms as you take a step back and your back hits his chest. Your heart leaps in your chest as you turn to look up at the man who you had matched with on the dating app. The man who had been hunting you for days.

"That's enough running now."

~

"She's dead," Vessel had said, "She's dead and I killed her."

He didn't need to be specific. II knew who he was talking about. Vessel had been stuck in an abusive relationship for so long, unable to get out due to financial and emotional reasons. II had never blamed him for it; he only wanted his friend to get out of the situation. He didn't exactly expect what would come after. Vessel told him about how after he had killed her and done… things to her corpse he was visited by an ancient deity called Sleep. Sleep told him that They had chosen him, that he would be a part of something great. Vessel was nervous. He didn't want to be alone again.

"So, kill someone and fuck their corpse to join the weird Sleep cult?" II asked bluntly.

"Wh-I mean yeah that's the idea but it's -" Vessel had started, II already downloading Tinder and putting together a profile.

"Cool, cool, cool, cool. So like I downloaded Tinder, do you think they'd be fun to kill?"

~

The stone is hard and cold beneath your body. You don't know what had happened after you blacked out, you just know now you're laid out on the slab of stone the fox had been sitting on. Or at least you assume that must be the case because you can't see clearly. Your hands are bound together with rope behind you. You can't even feel your legs. You felt disoriented, unable to tell up from down.

"You aren't supposed to be awake yet, Dove. Suppose the dose wasn't quite right then," he murmurs softly, "You shouldn't be able to feel anything yet, which is good for you. It would be real painful if you could feel how bad I've fucked you up." He sounded amused by this. Which only made you wonder.

"Wha…what have you done to me?" you ask, your voice breaking with fear you hardly feel. Everything is so fuzzy. Your vision starts to clear and you're finally able to observe your surroundings. You tilt your head to see him siting between your legs, the curved knife in his hand covered in blood. Your blood. That's when you notice the gaping wound between your legs, your clothes cut through and discarded. Blood is seeping from what remains of your pelvis, soaking everything. Nothing familiar remains. Black dots appear in your vision and your head falls back again. Your eyes flutter closed. You hardly react as you feel something cold, wet, and metallic against your neck. The knife.

"That's it. Just lay back and be a good little hole to fuck," he growls. You can just barely feel his hips coming down on yours in a repeated motion, the weight of his chest on top of yours. You struggle to take another breath, your chest shutters, a metallic taste floods your mouth. There's a sharp pain, then nothing.

~

"The brain is usually the first organ to begin autolysis," Vessel's voice echoes in his mind as his pace picks up. He's that much closer to what he wants. He slides his cock into the perfect hole he had carved into their body. He groans, pushing the knife deeper into the throat. He feels the way the chest shuttered its final breath. He feels his mind light up; he doesn't need to hold anything back. His thrusts grow more erratic. He feels the blood all over his skin, slick and warm. He knows he doesn't have forever before the body would start to grow cold and he can feel his release coming closer. Just a little more.

"Oh…fuck yes," he moans, his hips stuttering as he comes into the cavern of flesh. He pushes himself away from the body, taking a moment to catch his breath. He wants more, needs more. His thoughts are a crazed blur as he crawls around the slab of rock so his hips line up with the skull. He removes the knife, tossing it to the side. He takes the head and tilts it back so the jaw opens wide. He shoves his cock into the new hole, groaning at the feeling. So soft, still warm, unresponsive. His hips jerk forward, unable to wait any longer. He's eager to come again, shoving the skull down on his cock over and over. He doesn't care when the teeth drag along his shaft. He is more focused on reaching his climax then anything else.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck," he mutters as he feels the pleasure of his release flood over him. Watching as his cum pools out of the sides of the lips, the corpse unable to swallow, all fluids pool in the mouth - it was glorious. Covered in blood and cum, he'll remember this moment forever.

"My Second… You have shown your devotion..."

A voice echos through his mind. II looks up and sees the six-eyed fox sitting nearby, its eyes trained on him. This must be the form Sleep chose to visit him in. He shifts, pulling away from the body and putting his pants back on.

"I can be with Vessel now, right?" II got straight to his point. Nothing was going to stop him from loving Vessel. No abusive dead girlfriend, no dead body laying in the middle of a forest, no god was going to stop him from being with his love. He made damn well sure of that.

"Yes…if that is what my first desires as well, I will not stop you in any way," the voice replies. The fox looks off into the distance for a second before darting off. II shrugs. He did what he needed to do. He turns to gather his things, taking one more look over his handiwork before he wanders off in the direction of his home.

He couldn't wait to tell Vessel the good news.

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II lets out a whoop as he beats the other two in the last race, III and IV both groaning as they take second and third place respectively. Vessel smiles as he watches his partners bicker playfully over the game and who might've been cheating. Vessel makes his way over to sit next to II on the end of the couch. His three partners gravitate towards him. II scoots over to sit right beside him, leaning against his side. III and IV each take a leg, III resting his head on Vessel's thigh with IV setting his chin on his knee and looking up at him like an expectant puppy.

"You haven't forgotten what you promised right?" IV asks as his head tilts slightly to the side. Vessel hadn't forgotten. He promised them that tonight he would tell them the story of how he joined Sleep. The full story, not the one filled with half truths and hand waving the more difficult parts. Vessel sighs, the smile on his face dropping. This would not be easy but they deserve to know.

Vessel takes a deep breath, takes II's hand in his and begins.

"I was seeing this woman… Avery Winchester, she was from old money, and she liked everything to be exactly how she wanted it…"

~

Vessel was starting to panic, Avery would be home soon. He still had all his escape plan stuff out on the table. He hadn't meant to take a nap this late in the day, and now he was half awake scrambling to get everything hidden. The folder of paperwork, the new debit card and the key to the storage unit full of things for his new life, all of which he slid in the hidden drawer in his desk where he held the gun that II had given him.

"Just in case y'know…" II's voice echoed as he paused to look at the weapon. He wanted to believe he would never need it. He slid the drawer closed as he heard keys in the door. His heart started to thud in his chest. He was so close to getting out of this place. He turned quickly, racing to the kitchen to pick up where he had left off with the dinner prep. The way she discarded her bags with a loud thud made a shiver go up his spine. She must've been in a bad mood. And that was never good for him.

"Fucking hell. What's that stench?" Avery's words bit the air. Vessel frantically tried to figure out what she could be smelling. He was just making salad for dinner, so that eliminates the food. Wait.

"I lit some incense earlier… Is that what's bothering you?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

"Ugh, I've told you I hate that shit," she snapped. She'd never said anything about it before now. However Vessel held his tongue and focused on chopping the veg. Avery stomped through the kitchen, smelling of cheap whiskey. She only stopped to grope his ass, nails digging into his flesh. His body stiffened and he let out an involuntary whimper. She took this as consent, reaching around to grab at his flaccid cock, stroking him with a painful grip. He hated this, but he didn't fight it. In just a few days he would be free from this.

"Can't even get hard, can you? You're so weird. Fucking limp-dicked bastard." Avery slapped his ass once more before heading to the other room. Vessel felt like he could breath for a second, tossing the chopped veggies in with the lettuce. He started to toss the salad, making sure the ingredients were mixed together the way she liked.

"What the fuck is this? Why do you have a welcome packet for a new bank account?" Her voice was filled with venom. He slowly turned to look at her. He must have missed the booklet in his hurry to store everything away. He didn't know what to say, except the obvious.

"I opened my own account, for my own money. Separate from you," Vessel spoke calmly, knowing that lying wouldn't get him anywhere. Maybe it would be better this way, a clean break. He could just break up with her, like normal people do every day. Right?

"Why the fuck do you need that. Am I not taking care of you? Huh? Why would you need your own money? I pay for everything. What the fuck do you need that account for?" She was pissed, closing the distance between the two of them easily. Vessel tried to take a deep breath, but his intake of air felt so shallow. He knew she could hurt him. He knew the damage she could do to him. But for some reason, he kept being defiant.

"I need my own account for the money I make when I leave you." Vessel tried to sound as casual as he could. He felt an intense pressure building in his chest. The anxiety was bound to eat him whole. Avery paused, seemingly shocked by his audacity to say such a thing.

"You are not leaving me."

"I am."

He didn't feel the pain at first as she slapped him hard across the face, the sting that came after was just bearable. He was used to this. This was tame in comparison to what he endured more often. So when she went to hit him again he shocked himself when he grabbed her by the wrist.

"You don't get to hurt me anymore." Vessel barely recognized his voice. He pushed her away from him, but that just pissed her off more.

"You ungrateful brat. Don't you realize what I do for you? I pay for this house, I work so that you can make your depressing music! You're gonna leave me over a few scuffles?" Avery raised her voice. This time Vessel didn't wither at her volume. He just stood there, his ever growing anxiety starting to become anger flowing through his veins.

"It doesn't matter why I'm leaving you. Just accept that this is over," Vessel said bluntly. He didn't care if she didn't like it. He didn't give a fuck. She looked at him, her blue eyes piercing his. She closed the distance between them and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. She pulled him down to her height.

"This isn't over! You're mine! Understand?" she growled, her free hand threading through his sandy blonde hair and pulling him down to his knees. He looked over at the desk, if he could just- "What the fuck are you looking at?" Avery's eyes narrowed, dragging him over to the desk, his shoulder crashing into the wood, causing the drawers to open. That's when he realized he hadn't locked the secret drawer. The folder of all the paper work flew out, the papers scattering. The gun landed in front of him with a thud. Vessel and Avery's eyes met for a brief second before they both reached for the gun. Vessel's large hand managed to clasp the grip, his finger on the safety as he rolled away from Avery. She let out an animalistic scream and followed after him. She tried to tackle him, clawing at his hands, her nails scratching his hand and forearm hard enough to draw blood. Fury clouded her vision as she failed to get a grip on the gun.

"Give that to me! You're too stupid to use it anyway," she hissed. Vessel kept a strong grip on the revolver, refusing to let her get the upper hand. "Give it to me!" she repeated as she grappled him, both of them tossing and turning on the ground. Vessel managed to get on top of her, his other hand grabbing her throat. Her breath caught in her throat, looking at him wide-eyed. For once she was the prey and the realization left her stunned. Vessel leaned forward, his tone cold and monotone, "I'll give it to you. Don't worry."

With some maneuvering Vessel pushed up her skirt with the hand holding the gun, revealing lacy underwear underneath. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you mental?" Avery cursed as he spread her legs and pushed her panties to the side with the muzzle of the gun.

"You wanted me to give it to you. I am only doing what you want," Vessel replied calmly, running the barrel of the gun between her folds. He could feel her pulse quicken beneath his fingers, not from arousal but from fear. Pure terror. His grip around her throat tightened, leaving her breathless. She tried to scream as he pushed the barrel of the loaded gun into her tight entrance, the lack of lubrication making it difficult to fully push inside. Avery tried to claw at him again but the lack of air made her feel weak and dizzy, her hands barely finding purchase.

"Finally, you get to know how it feels to have no power." He pulled the revolver out of her cunt, pushing it back in without care. Her folds of skin tear, blood coating the metal. "Now you know how it feels to be violated. I'm just using you like you've used me," he muttered, his focus mostly on sliding the gun in and out of her violently. His hand moved up her throat to cover her mouth, shifting his weight over her. He could feel how hard his cock was. Part of him wanted to know why watching Avery turn blue under his hand turned him on. However the rest of him didn't care.

He wanted her to suffer.

Pulling the gun from her cunt he proceeded to roll her onto her back, pushing her onto her knees, ass up in the air. He hit her ass with the revolver, hard enough to leave welts on her skin. The gun had blood coating the barrel. That didn't stop him from pointing it to the back of Avery's head. He pulled down his trousers, his heavy cock pulled from his underwear. He slid the tip of it along the curve of her ass before sliding into her, his hand wrapping the length of her hair around his palm, pulling her head back against the muzzle of the gun. Cold metal pressed against her skull. Vessel growled, thrusting into her tight cunt again and again. She squealed and squirmed but she couldn't get away; with how he was pulling her back against him Avery didn't have a chance.

"That's it, my First, take what you need. Then dispose of her." A voice echoed through his mind. He knew that voice from his dreams. The God called Sleep. He had spent many dreams with them. But to hear them in this moment, it was surely a sign of something. Of what he wasn't sure. He was a bit more focused on how it felt to pump this useless whore full of his cum. He knew he wasn't going to last long with how the situation was going, but as he reached his peak he pulled her back on his cock. He felt the rush of his climax washing over his body, the twitch of his cock as he filled her with his hot spend, pulling out near the end of his load to spill some on her ass.

"There? You happy?" Avery coughed as he loosened his grip on her, but didn't quite let go, as a reminder of who was now in charge. He knocked her over, the revolver connecting with her shoulder as her back hit with the floor. She looked up at him, eyes wide, the gun pointed directly between her eyes.

"You wish it was that easy," he huffed. He haphazardly pulled his pants back on. He moved onto his knees to straddle her lap, pushing the gun against her lips. "Suck. Now."

"Fuck you," Avery spat. Vessel tilted his head to the side, his expression cold and threatening. He swung the end of the gun, hitting her hard against the side of her head. She yelped as the metal cut her cheek. Vessel used the opportunity to shove the gun in her mouth. Seeing her lips wrapped around the barrel made his heart race. It was time for this to end.

He flicked the safety off. His finger hovered over the trigger.

He looked her in the eye one last time as he angled the revolver upwards.

He pulled the trigger, his ears ringing as blood splattered every which way.

He did it.

It was finally over.

~

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