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beaker1636 · 6 months

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Streaming Pt. 3

AN: Well, here is the final part of the streaming trilogy. I never intended it to be more than the first part but ya'll encouraged me and convinced me that we needed more of it so here you go! Forgive if I described any part of the game incorrectly, I am not a gamer at all so I kind of just faked the little bit I could! Sorry it is a day late, my kiddo had conferences with his teacher last night and I completely forgot about it!

Enjoy!

RECAP: Suddenly you feel one of his hands harshly grab your thigh, letting you know that this night is far from over once the stream is done and you can not wait for him to follow up on his threat from earlier.

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You let out a slight gasp when his hand makes contact, harshly grabbing your thigh underneath the desk while you sit on his lap, trying not to clue anyone in on what he is currently doing to you.

“You guys want us to game together? Y/N doesn’t play anything really, she won’t know what to do. I guess I could try to teach her something but I don’t see it ending well…” Vinny responds to a comment, acting like nothing has happened.

“I mean maybe it would be good for some laughs,” you say with a joke, not expecting him to take you seriously at all.

“Okay, I’m in. Give me a minute to pull something up,” Vinny says, leaning forward quick to type something into his gaming computer to pull up Rust, you only recognize it because you have watched him play it so much in the past.

He shows you controls on his keyboard, trying to explain to you what you need to do but you are completely lost, having no clue what exactly he is telling you to do.

“So you do this to shoot your gun that you currently have, but you can switch what your weapon is doing this,” he says, arms around you as you are still on his lap as he shows you these things. So you’re going to want to, no no no, don’t do that,” he says with a groan. “You just killed someone in our own clan.”

You can’t help the giggle that comes out, enjoying the fact that you are even slightly annoying him while the chat is blowing up about how awful you are and how funny it is watching the two of you together.

“I warned you guys that I sucked and you still wanted this, so I blame all of you for this,” you joke, continuing to run around with no clue what you are doing.

“You’re going to piss off everyone you are playing with, it isn’t that funny, but it also kind of is because they don’t know it is you and not me,” he says, now leaning back a little in his chair, starting to rub patterns on your bare thigh as you sat there, nobody the wiser about the fact that he is currently teasing you while you attempt to play this game as he continues to try to direct you.

“I am glad you guys are enjoying watching me cringe at everything she keeps doing, thank you all for tormenting me,” he jokes, his hand now moving to lightly rub over your center through your shorts, still not missing a beat as he talks and smirking to himself when he feels you shift slightly in his lap.

“You could be letting me play minecraft again,” you joke.

“Yeah so I don’t even play it that often but when I do she isn’t allowed to join me because she just likes destroying everything, so she’ll wreck half of what I am trying to build. I banned her a while ago,” he says, rolling his eyes when you start to laugh at the memory of his frustration.

“Someone just said that it would be funny to play something against Ryan but to not tell him it’s me and not you so that we could confuse him,” you say reading the comment, still running around doing absolutely nothing that you should be in the game.

“Oh yes, let’s annoy and piss off someone that I spend months with in a confined space, that seems like such a wise idea,” he answers. “Sometimes I am convinced you all just want to torment me with shit.”

You try not to let out a groan when his hand suddenly slides under the waistband of your shorts, a finger now dipping between your folds to find your clit, circling it slowly, trying to get a rise out of you.

“I mean sometimes I try to but I’m your girlfriend, it’s my job to annoy you,” you say with a giggle, trying to talk through the shocks that are working through your body, glad that the camera is angled up so they can’t see anything still. “You also are continuing to let me play despite the fact that I am doing so awful.”

“Good point, should we shut it off. Then you can sit here awkwardly as we all just chill because I know that bothers you and you find it so weird when I do it and talk to people like that,” he teases, his finger moving to dip inside of you before it quickly leaves, moving back towards your clit.

“I’m sorry but you basically sit and talk to a computer screen, like I get it and know why people enjoy watching you do it but I find it awkward,” you say, trying to hide the soft moan that almost escaped at the end of your words, glad that nobody has pointed out that you are acting weird.

“We just chat, it’s not that weird. How have you not gotten yourself killed in the game yet, you’re just running around in circles,” he asks, grinning to himself when you slowly begin rocking your hips towards his hand, searching for more that he will not give you.

He leans forward to softly whisper in your ear, “you won’t be finishing until we are done with the stream, I am going to edge you and keep you ready for me.”

You know that you are blushing very vividly because the chat is all blowing up about it, making you flush even more out of embarrassment of the fact people have noticed the change in your face.

Vinny decides he is tired of watching you run around like an idiot and exits out of the game, going back to just chatting with people as they ask questions and talk while you mostly just sit there keeping him company, answering a few times here and there but mostly leaning into him as he continues to torment you with barely there touches to your clit, keeping you on edge as you have to act like nothing's wrong.

You finally have enough and tell Vinny you are going to go read some, and saying a goodnight and goodbye to the people he is streaming with. Truthfully you are going to the other room because you can’t take much more of his touches, you are going to burst at the seams if you don’t cum soon.

You wait in the bedroom for a few minutes, making sure that he isn’t following you before you lay down on the bed and slip your own hand down your torso, finding it between the apex of your thighs as you touch yourself, needing relief after the torture that he just gave you.

You don’t notice the footsteps heading towards your shared bedroom until you hear the bedroom door open and you quickly pull your hand away in both embarrassment and shock.

“I don’t remember telling you that you were allowed to touch yourself,” Vinny says in a lower voice than usual, the arousal evident in his voice.

“You never told me I couldn’t you sass back,” hoping to get a rise out of him, hoping that it has been long enough since he came that he would be ready for a round two with you.

“You’re right, okay, continue. Let me watch you play with yourself then baby,” he responds, taking a seat at the end of the bed as he watches you closely.

He groans when you do as he asks, reaching a hand down to slip two of your own fingers inside of you as he watches closely, seeing just how wet you are, how much wetter you are getting as he watches you.

“You enjoy giving a show don’t you, you enjoyed making me cum infront of everyone earlier, you loved me touching you under the desk while they watched, but mostly you are loving me watching you fuck yourself with your hand aren’t you?” He asks, glancing up at your face, noticing that you are watching him closely.

“It’s better when you do it though,” you whimper, bringing yourself close to the edge.

“Stop, you aren’t allowed to cum yet,” he suddenly moves towards you, pulling your hand away from yourself.

He takes your hand and holds it up towards his face, shocking you when he pulls one of your fingers in your mouth, swirling his tongue around it and cleaning every drop of you off of it before moving on to the next one, never once breaking eye contact.

“Fuck Vin, that is hot,” you groan out when he pulls away, satisfied with the job he made of cleaning them.

He moves, making you sit up now so he can pull your shirt over your head before doing the same with his, your bra follows it quickly after. Vinny wastes no time as he moves to cup one of your breasts, his fingers pulling at your stiffened nipple, continuing his teasing from earlier.

He knows it is working when your hands move towards his pants, pulling lightly on them to indicate that you want them off of him. He moves away from you so that he can kick them and his boxers off of his legs before he settles between your legs.

“Should I let you cum before I fuck you? Do you think that you earned it with how you have acted tonight?” He asks you, running his fingers along your slit as he watches your face closely, noticing how it contorts slightly when he brushes your clit.

Dipping a finger inside of you he thrusts it a couple times before quickly adding a second, getting rough with you in the best way possible as he brings you close yet again.

“I want you to beg for it,” he asks you, making sure you make eye contact as he says it before he shifts to watch his fingers slide in and out of you effortlessly with how wet he has gotten you tonight.

“Fuck, Vin, Vin, please baby, I am so close. I need to cum please,” you whine, hoping that it will be enough, at this point you don’t want it, you need it.

“Will you be a good girl and take my cock inside you after, let me fuck you hard and deep as you wither beneath me on the mattress?” He asks, leaving a particularly hard thrust of his hand at the end of his question, making you whimper.

You frantically nod your head, willing to do whatever he wants at this point if he will just let you fucking cum.

“Fine, go ahead,” he says, moving so his thumb is now moving against your clit, pushing you over the edge as he feels you clench around his fingers. The orgasm washing over you as you let out a loud moan, unable to hold back with how strong this one was from the edging he has done to you earlier.

He moves, leaning over the top of you and pulling you into a kiss as he lines himself up with you, not giving you much warning as he slams his hips into yours, both of you groaning.

“Fuck baby, you’re taking my cock so well,” he grunts out as he continues rocking his hips into yours, hard enough that all either of you can hear is skin slapping skin along with your deep breaths.

You wrap your legs around him, wanting to pull him even closer to you as he pulls away from the kiss, throwing his head back with a groan as he continues, knowing that he is nearing his end and he needs to get you moving.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good, taking me so good. Are you getting close again, are you going to be a good girl and cum on my cock?” He eggs you on, knowing that his words always get to you, especially the praise, you try to deny all the time you have a praise kink but he knows better.

“Rub your clit for me baby, make yourself cum on me one last time before I do,” he says, grabbing one of your hands and leading it down between your thighs.

You do as you ask, rubbing your clit as he continues to pound inside of you roughly, your second orgasm hitting you rather abruptly, making you tremble underneath him, him giving a few more thrusts before he stills, finishing inside of you.

When you both come down from your high you glance up at him, pulling him down to give him a couple soft, sweet kisses before he moves off of you, sitting next to you on the bed and brushing a couple of damp strands of hair out of your face.

“No more fucking with me when I stream please? We are going to get caught one of these times and I really don’t need to deal with that,” he says gently, helping you up so you can go to the bathroom and clean yourself up quickly.

When you return you glance at him where he lays in the bed. “I can’t make any promises,” you say, moving to bury your face in his neck as you curl up in his side. “Also, never make me play that fucking game again. I think I will stick to my reading.”

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lonesome-witching · 6 months

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I Couldn't Kill You If I Tried

I'm so excited for this prompt. I had a blast writing it and I hope you guys like it. This one features a flayed Nancy. Thanks again to the anonymous prompter who left this in my asks.

You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

“And I think that’s kind of special, you know?” Robin had been rambling for about ten minutes now. There was something about being close to Nancy to caused her to lose the ability to shut up. She just talked and talked and talked. And she knew why, she knew it was because Nancy made her nervous, she knew that it was because she had a crush on Nancy, but it didn’t change the fact that she constantly felt like a nuisance.

Especially now. Because Nancy wasn’t reacting. She wasn’t nodding her head with a tight-lipped smile. She wasn’t giggling at the ridiculous bullshit Robin shared. She wasn’t recognizing Robin’s existence in the slightest.

It felt like one of the many nightmares Robin had. The ones where she ran her mouth and shared too much, and Nancy found out the truth about her. They never ended well.

“Nance?” Robin hated herself for the way her voice quivered.

There was no reaction.

Robin rushed forward on clumsy feet and walked backwards, simply to be able to get a better look at Nancy. If the girl hadn’t been walking, Robin would have assumed this was all Vecna.

“Nance?” Robin asked again. But as she looked into Nancy’s eyes, she missed the blue. Instead, her eyes were black, as if those irises had been poisoned by a drop of ink. “Nance? Are you alright?”

Maybe it was stupid that she reached her hands towards the other girl. The girl that was still walking. But what else was Robin supposed to do?

The second her fingertip grazed Nancy’s arm, the girl tackled Robin to the ground. There were hands around her neck, squeezing almost as tight as the vines had back in the Upside Down.

“Nance, Nancy, please.” The words were barely audible. Nothing more than shallow breaths. “Please, let go.” Robin’s hands reached for Nancy’s wrists.

Blue returned to Nancy’s eyes as she threw herself off Robin’s body. Robin sat up, her hand stroking over her neck. She had already opened her mouth to comfort Nancy, to tell her everything would be okay, even if she didn’t understand what had just happened. But Nancy muttered a soft sorry before rushing away.

“Something is wrong. I think she might be… flayed,” El said, her eyes closed tightly and a drop of blood dripping out her nose.

Robin was sitting in front of her, silently tapping her finger against her knee. She had been beyond agitated when she reached Hopper’s cabin. It still was a bit of a dump despite the work they all had done on it. Robin was pretty sure Joyce was actively looking for another place to stay. Something that shouldn’t be this hard with people moving away left and right.

“She’s fighting though. She’s fighting, but she seems… she seems tired.” El opened her eyes and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “I tried to reach for her, but she pushed me out.”

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Robin yelled. She jumped up and started pacing the floor. “Flayed? That means she is like Billy. We all know how that ended. I can’t— She can’t die.”

“Will was flayed at one point and we got it out of him,” Jonathan offered.

“How?” Robin stopped pacing and instead opted to stare at the boy on the couch, Nancy Wheeler’s ex-boyfriend.

“Me and Nancy burned it out of him.”

Robin thought about pushing a hot poker into Nancy’s flesh and a shiver ran down her spine. She couldn’t. She could never hurt Nancy like that.

A knock at the door prohibited Robin from saying anything else. Robin followed Jonathan’s lazy steps toward the cabin door.

“You know it’s not polite to poke into someone’s head without permission.” Nancy looked different. She was wearing tight leather pants and a black shirt. Robin hated to admit that it looked hot on her.

“Nancy?” Robin asked.

“Robin?” Nancy’s face twisted into a sweet smile. It was almost easy enough to pretend it was real.

“What are you doing here?” The words felt bitter in Robin’s mouth. A few days ago, she would have been delighted to see Nancy at her doorstep.

“I’m here for you, of course.” Nancy took a step forward. “I want to finish our little get together from earlier. Aren’t you in the mood?”

Jonathan tried to grab for Nancy’s arm, but she escaped his grasp. It was shocking that Nancy seemed to be moving with even more elegance than she usually did. It somehow made Robin feel even smaller, more inadequate, than she usually did. Because even in her current stance she portrayed a lack of elegance that she had never seen on another girl.

“I’m not sure I am in the mood,” Robin responded, a soft breath escaping her mouth without consent. She had barely registered the way she had been holding her breath.

“Oh, poor Robin. Can’t you make some time for your dear friend. I really would love to speak to you.” Nancy’s voice sounded off. Like she was playing a character.

In the back of her mind Robin heard El’s voice. I think she might be… flayed. So, maybe she was playing a character. Or rather, maybe Vecna was playing a character. Was it Vecna? Or was the Mind Flayer its own boss? Robin wasn’t sure anymore. Maybe she had missed too much of the beginning.

“Nancy.” She felt almost stupid saying that name. Because every step Nancy took toward her made her look less like Nancy.

“Robin, Robin, Robin.” Each time Nancy’s voice uttered her name, she took a step closer. “I’m really going to enjoy ripping your heart out.”

When Jonathan tried to grab Nancy’s arm again, he succeeded. His hand tight around the limb. Robin worried it was hurting Nancy. But the girl simply turned towards the boy she used to love with a smirk on her face. All it took was one push for him to go flying through the room. Robin wanted to scream. But not a single sound escaped her.

Maybe she had gotten lucky that Nancy seemed to be distracted. It would have been the perfect moment for Robin to run, as Nancy walked over to Jonathan’s limp body and El jumped into action to defend her brother. This was how Robin could get out. But she was locked into place, simply destined to watch. So, she did.

She watched as Nancy straddled Jonathan’s body. She watched as those slender fingers gripped for Jonathan’s throat. She watched as Jonathan defended himself and Nancy pushed him in the face. She watched as El threw Nancy off her brother without so much as taking one step closer.

And then Nancy laughed. She laughed as she crawled up. There was blood on her knuckles and a grin on her face and yet she still looked beautiful. Robin was well aware she shouldn’t be thinking about that now.

She continued watching and yet she didn’t see what happened. All she knew was that in the blink of an eye El lay unconscious on the floor and fear gripped at Robin’s heart.

Nancy released a long breath. “Finally, just you and me.”

Robin felt the hairs on her arm stand upright. She wanted to crawl into the corner of the room. She stayed standing where she stood. “Why do you want me?”

Nancy rolled her eyes dramatically. “I don’t, she does.”

“Alright, well what does she want from me?”

“It’s hard to say. But it’s a distraction. You, Robin, are a distraction. And I can’t have any distractions.”

One hand squeezed Robin’s throat. Just like before. She tried to find a sign on Nancy’s face, an indicator of what she was meant to do. Nancy was the one who came up with plans. Nancy was the one who took charge. And now Nancy was gone, and Robin was struggling to breathe in more ways than one.

She thought about dying. She thought about whether or not there would be a heaven and hell and where she’d end up. If the religious were right, she’d be burning for all eternity. But Robin was certain it wouldn’t hurt as much as this very moment. Nothing could ever hurt that much.

Her eyes fell to Nancy’s lips. They weren’t smiling anymore. They weren’t doing anything. Robin wasn’t sure what came over her. She pushed against Nancy’s hand to get closer, to close that damned space between them and then she connected their lips. It was shocking how nice it felt. Or maybe it wasn’t shocking at all because it was still Nancy. These were Nancy’s lips and no matter who had poisoned her brain, that fact would never change.

It took a few moments before Nancy’s lips started moving against her own, even before Robin’s lips moved. But as Nancy started kissing her, her hand slacked and fell off Robin’s neck only to get a hold of Robin’s shirt, pulling. Pulling Robin closer.

The kiss didn’t last long. Perhaps half a minute, and then Nancy pulled away. Her blue eyes were wet with unshed tears, one of her hands was gripping the fabric at Robin’s shoulder while the other dangled next to her body. Her lips were wet, and Robin vaguely realized that it was because of her own saliva.

“Robin?” It was barely audible.

“Nance, are you alright?”

“I— How do you know it’s me?” Nancy sounded like she wanted to cry and perhaps she did.

“Your eyes. You have blue eyes. But when you were flayed, they were dark and… your eyes.”

“You kissed me,” Nancy whispered. Almost as if she spoke too loudly it would cease to be true.

“I did. You kissed back.”

“I did.” Nancy’s hand let go of Robin’s shirt. She missed it.

“I would— do you— I—” Robin couldn’t seem to speak.

“Why did you kiss me?” Nancy interrupted.

Robin sighed. “I was about to die and— I guess I didn’t care about consequences because I had nothing to lose.”

“Would you like— does that mean— I think that—” Nancy stumbled over her words. “Would you like there to be consequences?”

Robin blinked a few times. “What do you mean?”

“I want to kiss you again,” Nancy answered.

“Oh, those kinds of consequences?”

Nancy nodded, eyes locked in on their target.

“I would like there to be those kinds of consequences.”

“Thank God.” Nancy leaned in, and Robin was certain God had nothing to do with this. This was all Nancy.

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