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“There’s no way he’s getting out, so we might as well go now; hatch is literally right here and I found a key” Ace whispered to you as you crouched in the bushes desperately trying to think of a plan to get Dwight out alive.
“You have a key, hatch is right here, and Dwight is less than 20 meters away, hanging limply on a meat hook and you would rather just leave him? Have you no heart?”
“When the killer has 3 stacks of devour hope active and is standing less than 3 meters from his hook, no, I don’t” Ace retorted “has the blood loss gotten to you?”
“Haha. No point in healing now anyway; I think I have a plan though: I get Dwight down, you run to the hatch and open it and you both escape”
“And you?” Ace asked
“I’ll take one for the team this time, alright?” you replied “ready?”
“Yeah, do your thing”
You sprinted to the hook, quickly catching the attention of Freddy who swung in your direction. With lightning fast reflexes, you spun around to avoid his claws, grabbing Dwight on the other side.
When he swung again, your position caused him to hit Dwight instead -- causing nothing to happen as The Entity didn’t allow killers to further damage hooked survivors.
You hoisted Dwight up from under his armpits and brought him down.
“Follow me” you said, quickly tugging his arm in the direction of the hatch.
You heard the distinct hum and knew that Ace had opened it and had likely already snuck out. A very pissed off killer was hot on your heels and lunged at Dwight who took the hit with his endurance.
“Borrowed Time bitch!” you shouted back toward Freddy, who now lunged at you. Using all of the adrenaline pumping through your veins, you lurched forward, giving you enough distance to get away safely.
You grabbed Dwight’s hand and ran the last few paces together. As you got to the hatch, you turned back to face Freddy and flipped him off before jumping into the cool void that brought you back to the campfire.
When you opened your eyes, you had returned to the fireside, where Ace was already weaving tales about ‘his’ greatest escape yet.
“Nice one mate” David winked, patting you roughly on the shoulder.
“Yeah, to clarify, Ace wanted to leave Dwight to die” you say to him.
“What? Funny, he failed to mention that part” David muttered.
“Figured. I’m going to walk around a bit, collect my thoughts”
“Aye, see ya ‘round mate” David replied.
Turning away, you slowly walked away from the campfire; you would never get lost, The Entity wouldn’t let that happen. No matter how far you ventured, the faint glow of the campfire would always be visible on the horizon. When you first found yourself here, that terrified you; the inevitability that you were never too far; that you would never be able to leave. Finding a small clearing, you sit down and lean back into a dry, dead log.
“Hey, Dwight” you greeted as your shy leader approached you “need something?”
“Um, hey, actually I was looking for you” Dwight says, followed by a nervous chuckle.
“Yeah, obviously, so do you need something?”
“Well - um - I wanted to thank you for saving me. Earlier, I mean” Dwight stammered, staring at his shoes.
“It’s the name of the game, baby” you smile.
“R-right” Dwight answered quietly, looking around as if expecting to see Ghostface pop out from behind one of the bushes “can I sit down?”
“Assuming Boss Bitch lets you, be my guest” you laugh as Dwight chuckles nervously.
“I wanted to talk to you about something” Dwight admits, making a brief second of eye contact before averting his gaze.
“What does my little Dweet need, hmm?”
“H-hey -- don’t call me t-that” Dwight stuttered, a noticeable blush dusting his pale cheeks.
“And why not?” you ask, turning to him with a mischievous smile.
Dwight closed his eyes and took a deep breath to clear his head before continuing “I don’t like it”
“Aww, but it’s a cute nickname, for a cute guy”
You knew exactly what you were doing, but you took a distinct pleasure in making Dwight squirm. Perhaps it was cruel, but by The Entity the boy wouldn’t make a damn move.
“C-cute!” Dwight exclaimed, eyes wide and face aflame.
“Is that what you’re focused on? Being cute?”
“I -- no -- it’s just --”
You crawled over to Dwight, straddling his hips and whispered in his ear “because,if so, you’re doing a damn good job of it -- I want to devour you whole, if you'd allow it”
Dwight gasped at your boldness, only nodding slowly at your words. He wasn’t even sure if he was comprehending a word you uttered, his head was clouded with desire. All he could focus on was your voice, and your beautiful face, and your lips.
You grab his tie and jerk it forward, snapping him to attention.
“I said ‘if you would allow it’. Pay attention, Dweet”
“I...I would, please”
Without another word, you pressed your mouth to his. Keeping a firm grip on his tie, you pull him deeper into the kiss, moaning into it.
“Oh god…” he breathed into you.
“Do you like that Dwight?” you ask, smiling deviously “do you want more?”
“Yes please” Dwight sighed. He was biting his bottom lip, a gesture which was frankly quite adorable.
“Just relax then, let me take care of you” you told him, crawling off of his lap and beckoning him onto your lap. You wrapped your arms around his front and slipped your hand under his shirt, brushing your fingertips over the muscles of his chest.
“Just lie down; there you go, good boy” you cooed, cupping your other hand over the bulge in his work pants and massaging it through his pants.
Dwight lit up at your praise; he was a good boy. He was your good boy.
“Oh you like being praised, don’t you? Well you deserve it, you’re so brave and strong and perfect in every single way”
“R-really?” Dwight spluttered through heaving breaths.
“I mean every word of it. Now hush and let me take care of my baby boy”
As the words left your lips, Dwight ground his crotch against your hand, trying desperately to get a little extra friction. You could feel him throbbing through his pants.
“Somebody has a thing for pet names?”
Dwight didn’t answer with words, but his scarlet cheeks and wanton moaning made the answer clear.
You once again grabbed him by his tie and tugged him into a messy embrace. He was sloppy and uncoordinated; somewhat from lack of experience and somewhat from his senses being unable to process all of his feelings at once.
He pulled back to catch his breath “just a s-second. I’m going to cum in my pants if you keep at it”
“Isn’t that precious?” you chuckled, palming him with more intensity than before “do it, baby”
Dwight tried to reply, but his breaths only came out in choked moans. He grabbed your wrist to force it in place as he humped himself to completion. His grip on your bicep could bruise; you hoped that it would, a faint reminder of this encounter that, like all injuries, you would eventually lose to the inescapable void.
A few more drags of his hips and he let out a choked sob, arched his back and lost himself. The sight of his face contorted in pleasure was more beautiful than anything you could imagine possible in this purgatory. Nothing compared; not the pale moon on the horizon; the faint orange hue of sunset at the dusty old saloon; the elegant art from the Yamaoka Estate; there was nothing more alluring to you than seeing Dwight moan helplessly beneath you.
He shuddered as the waves of pleasure washed away.
“I’m not usually that quick to go…” he started
“My baby boy just needs to take care of himself more” you whispered into his ear before kissing his jawline “or I could take care of you”
“Would you?” Dwight asked, almost awe-stricken at the concept.
“Of course, babe. How are you feeling?”
“Hard. Again.”
“Perfect. Get your clothes off”
“Yes ma’am” he answered all-too quickly, before realizing what he had said “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to --”
You grabbed him by the jaw and twisted it so that he’s facing you.
“Ma’am will do just fine”
Dwight’s eager nod started a fire in your stomach like no other. This boy was too cute for this hellscape. You stripped off your clothes too, revealing your sheer lace panties and no bra. For once, you thanked The Entity’s strange clothing combinations.
“What does my lovely boy want?”
“Touch me” Dwight answered breathlessly “please, ma’am”
“I don’t know” you grinned, pretending to ponder the thought as if you could deny your desperate leader “why don’t you be more specific?”
“Please touch my dick, ma’am” Dwight muttered, face red as ever.
“With my hands?” you asked, slightly cocking your head to the side.
“What?” Dwight responded, face scrunched in confusion.
You gave him an inquirious look, causing him to snap to attention, adjusting his posture and looking you in the eye.
“I’m not sure I understand, ma’am”
“That’s better. Well, I could use my hands, or my mouth, and then I’m going to ride you”
“I would like you to use your mouth, ma’am”
“Good boy” you answered, glancing over to see the corner of Dwight’s mouth crook up in a smile.
You teasingly slid your hands over his body as you positioned yourself over Dwight’s cock. It was hot and hard, flushed red with blood and had a few veins visible beneath the surface. Everything else: length, girth, were average. Very average. The one thing Dwight desperately wanted to not be. How ironic.
“Is it okay? I hope it’s enough...someone like you deserves exactly what you want, you’re so beautiful and I’m so plain...but I want to make you happy! I--”
“Miss me with that self-deprecating bullshit okay? Because that’s what it is, bullshit. You are absolutely perfect and if anybody ever tells you otherwise, you don’t need to give a single fuck, because you are perfect to me”
He clasped his hand in yours “thank you”
“It’s okay baby, I won’t let anyone or anything tear you down” you smiled sweetly, before kissing the tip of his dick and wrapping your mouth around it.
“Oh -- fuck -- god, you’re so good” Dwight panted.
“Mm-hmm” you hummed around him, sending shivers up his spine.
Dwight moaned a melody of curses and your name, all between desperate gasps. You could feel his thighs tensing and a whispered “close” was your cue to stop.
He looked at you pleadingly, but remained silent, obedient. Exactly how you wanted him.
“Now” you started “you are just too much, writhing beneath me. Do you know how wet I am?”
“Let me take care of you now, ma’am” Dwight answered, with a slight inflection, as if asking for permission.
“That’s a good idea, you’re so clever. Can I sit on your face baby?”
“Yes, please do” Dwight answered eagerly.
You planted your knees on either side of his face, straddling his head with your thighs.
“Alright, babe”
Dwight pushed his face up into you and began lapping at your soft folds. What he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm, and he clearly enjoyed the act as much as you did.
He pushed the tip of his tongue over your swollen clit.
You gasped at the sudden jolt of pleasure and Dwight moaned into you.
“That’s it, right there sweetheart”
He continued flicking his tongue over it and you began grinding yourself into it.
“Use more of your tongue” you commanded.
Not one to disappoint, Dwight used the flat of his tongue and let you grind into him, using his mouth as you desired.
You desperately rocked your hips, chasing that sweet release.
“Fuck, that’s it” you groaned “be a good boy and finish the job”
Dwight grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against him, sloppily sucking and licking everything he could feel. Your thighs shook under the assault until you finally hit your peak. A crescendo of pleasure crashed over you, coming in wave after wave as you clenched around Dwight’s face.
When you finally recovered, you crawled off Dwight to see his face slick with both sweat and your fluids.
“Dwight”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“I want to ride you, is that okay?”
“Anything for you”
You straddled Dwight’s hips, positioning his painfully hard cock at your already-soaked entrance and slipped it in. There was little resistance and the two of you groaned in unison at the wonderful new feeling.
“Are you going to be a good boy?” you ask, looking down at him.
“Y-yes, I’m a good boy” Dwight squeaked.
“Yes you are, baby. Not just that, you’re my good boy” you answered, starting to roll your hips into him.
Dwight sat upright, arms wrapped around you as he rested his head on your shoulder.
“I’m your good boy” he said, sounding utterly wrecked “only yours…”
“That’s right. You are mine and you make me feel so good” you say as you bounce up and down “and good boys get rewards”
“I’m your good boy…” Dwight repeated, it seemed to be the only words he could process in his euphoric state.
You guided his hands from your hips to your breasts and he began to fondle them lightly.
“You can do better than that can’t you?”
“Yes!” Dwight all but shouted, more eager to please you than anything.
He squeezed them experimentally, admiring how you sighed at the sensation. Emboldened, he kept going, squeezing, pinching, massaging -- he wanted to get his hands on every inch of your skin.
“That’s perfect, baby -- I’m so close” you moaned breathlessly.
Based on how Dwight’s hips started to push up to meet you halfway, you assumed he was close to his release as well.
“Oh” was all you managed to get out before your second orgasm hit you. It was even better than the first, invading your senses and temporarily blocking the rest of the world out.
Dwight kept thrusting up, quickly becoming erratic. He snaked his arms around you and pulled you against him. You could feel his nails dig into your skin as he thrust one final time and lost himself.
He made a noise which sounded like a broken sob and buried his face into the crook of your neck as you felt him gush into you.
You held him close and stroked his back, letting him come down from his high.
The raggedness of his breathing eventually gave way to more even breaths as he calmed down.
“How are you doing?” you whisper.
“I….I don’t know. I’ve had sex before but that was so much more...intense”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes. I really, really liked it” he admitted “I like being a good boy. I like being yours”
“You’re so precious” you smiled, before pulling him in for a kiss. Dwight was less sloppy and uncoordinated and kissed you with a passion you didn’t think he was capable of showing.
“We should get dressed before Boss Bitch decides it’s trial time” you say as you break away from him “meet me back at the campfire?”
“Yes ma’am” he answered, turning to get his clothes.
“What was that?”
Dwight looked at you sheepishly, a light dusting of pink creeping back onto his cheeks “nothing”
“If you say so” you grinned, before strutting off to the campfire, knowing that he was staring after you.