the host never exactly /wore/ these types of things to the office. especially since it was dark who was kept like this. ready to be used and taken in any way as any of the other egos pleased. groaning as the plug was pushed in deeper as he tried to type on his braille typewriter. grinding in his seat.
god, did he wish he could be in dark’s place sometime. on his back as the other stuffed him full of their cocks. his mouth being fucked mercilessly as he cried for air. one ego pulling his hair as they spat insults to his face, making him harder and harder.
“you’re a sorry ask excuse of an ego,” the voice snarls, “only good for sucking cock and begging to be fucked like some bitch in heat. you’re a dirty fucking whore – you know what? you’re not even allowed to cum on us.”
host’s fantasy growing dirtier as he’s slapped around. clawed at, having another cock forced into his hole like dark has had.
whimpering as he gets caught up. not hearing his office door open and not hearing google sneak up behind him.
the robot wasnt dumb. he knew exactly what the host was doing. the tented front of his coat painfully obvious as he swiveled host around.
“wh…what?! who’s there–”
“mr. host. you are awfully disgusting doing /this/” he grabs at host’s hard on, “at work.”
“mmmph–” he moans – he…he can’t help himself, so needy. needing a rougher touch. the usual egos he fucked were too gentle. too sweet.
he needed pain.
“fuck me–” is all host can get out as google grabs him and pushed all his desk items off to make room. crashing host’s body against the desk, whimpering as google rips his clothes away, leaving him in only his coat. crying out as google only bites and scratches at his tender skin. biting his lip as google only lubes up his own dick – too far gone. too pained. too turned on.
he bucks as google stretches him open, crying out more as google thrusts in deep. hard. downright screaming. google grabbing his chin, making host kiss him, host moaning and yelling even more.
“stay still, whore. you’re gonna take what i fuckin’ give you.”
host is bloodied and bitten and bruised. pained and so utterly blissed out.
“h–hurt me more, /please/.”
Tag: nsfw fanfic
Care Giving As Self Care
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Anti’s wings were that of a giant beasts, skin stretched over delicate bones, looking as if they could break in seconds, despite the fact that they were the strongest bones he had. Host knew exactly how to get what he wanted, just from playing with his wings.
The ridges along the top, Host discovered, was an especially sensitive spot, and he found that out and ended up bent over the couch. That was a fun spot to mess with.
That’s what he found himself doing. Bandages off, carefully grooming Anti’s wings. Anti was purring, leaning into his touch, and that’s when Host smirked, unseen by Anti and traced along the top ridges of his wings.
Anti’s purr became a growl, and Host shifted, tracing the top ridges again, dodging Anti’s pounce, dropping to his knees in front of the questioning demon.
“Anti… Anti, please.” Host tilted his head up at him, Anti tilted his head a moment, before grinning, understanding, moving a hand into Host’s hair, struggling with his pants to get them off. Host grinned, leaning into his hand slightly.
The moment he could, Anti thrusted into Host’s eye socket, hand holding his hair tightly. Host gasped, clinging to Anti as he did. Anti gave no pause, no slow build up, just quick and rough, something rare when they did this with Host.
Host was loud, moans echoing around the room, Anti only going harder and faster as Host got louder. Blood dripped from his eye socket, drool down his chin. Anti smirked.
“Such a good boy, look at you, covered in your own blood, letting me fuck you like this. You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” Anti’s voice was more a growl, deep in his throat. Host cried out softly, moving his hand down to his crotch, rocking his hips up against his hand. He came in moments, but Anti held him up by his hair, continuing the brutal pace.
Host just got louder, voice cracking, still rocking his hips up against his hand. Anti smirked, tightening his grip a moment, thrusts getting rougher, faster as he got close.
“Oh, such a good little fuck toy.” Host whimpered at the nickname, grabbing onto Anti’s leg, cumming again.
Anti purred, softly, stroking his hair back, thrusting in as far as he could go as he came, shuddering slightly. Host nearly purred, collapsing back onto the bed, shaking slightly.
Anti took a second to recover, then moved over to the bathroom, grabbing as washcloth, cleaning himself off, then cleaning off Host’s face carefully.
“Hey love… Say something for me, alright, so I know you’re still in there.”
“Mmm…” Host shifted a moment. Anti smiled.
“There you are… This is gonna be a bitch of lecture from Henrik…”
Choice Paralysis
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