westanthewaterman

[westanthewaterman]

Instruction | Google x Engie

FICS MASTERPOST

Warnings: edging, dom/sub, praise kink, overstimulation, begging, robot fucking, tentacles/wires, mild dumbification

He's so fucking close. His cock is throbbing, pulsing, and it's as if his body is screaming at him just to cum. Then, the voice. That deep voice with a taste of mechanical baritone that makes him shiver.

"Stop touching, Mark," 

Half an hour ago he'd be whining, struggling to stop his hand from stroking - to place it beside him instead to fist the sheets. But now? 

"T-thank you…thank you…" He gasps, the relief hitting him as sweet as the cool air against his skin. 

Mark stares up at his cabin ceiling. It’s hazy and he’s not quite sure if it’s just the edging or if his eyes are actually glassy with tears. The usual holographic galaxies are fazed out and indistinct. 

“Stroke yourself now, Mark,”

He whimpers. He wants to beg; beg that it’s too much, he’s too close. He doesn’t want to cum. He wants to be good. 

And yet he’s still wrapping a fist around his cock, stroking, rubbing his thumb up the underside and it makes his toes curl. 

“You’re doing well, Mark. So well for me,”

And the line of light surrounding the top foot of his ceiling glows, the rest of the room seeming to darken as if it’s absorbing the light from it. 

“Atlas…please,”

“I’m sorry, sir. You only gave me the instructions to help you with your wish to edge yourself. I cannot provide any support outside my instructions,”

He can hear the smugness in its voice. His voice. There’s no use pretending he hasn’t anthropomorphised the hell out of the ship’s computer. The A.T.L.A.S - The Astronavigation Technical Logical Systems, manufactured by Google - was meant to help the crew in any way possible. And oh, has he been helping. 

There are a few more seconds of him jerking himself off. Slowly, almost as if handling something delicate, that might break. And he’s afraid. He’s scared of breaking and falling over that edge because he doesn’t want this to end; this floating, torturous bliss. 

“Now, hands by your side. There’s a good boy,”

God. God, that makes him keen. His hands rapidly hit the mattress if only so he can grab onto something solid. He says the computer’s name, as if he’s the one responsible, as if he’s the one touching him. And that just adds to the feeling of boiling pleasure in his abdomen and god he’s so fucking close…

“Not yet,”

He wants to be good. He has to be good, that’s all he’s here for. That’s everything he needs.

“Now, touch yourself again, Mark,” He’s definitely crying now. He can feel the wetness at his cheeks and hears the word no choked into his throat but his hand is already dragging the drooling precum back up his shaft and oh god it’s all too much.

“You were made to be seen like this,” 

He can’t stop the way his hips are rocking up into nothing; can barely register that it’s his own hand touching him anymore.

“You don’t need anything else in your head. Why would you? I’m here to take care of everything, it’s what I was designed for. And you…little human…you were designed only to think about the way your hand feels touching that pretty cock of yours,”

He almost breaks. It feels like a quarter spinning on its edge. He’s sobbing, begging Atlas as though he were the one in control of his body. He can’t let go yet, not yet. He needs to be good. He doesn’t want to…he can’t face how far the drop will be…

“Hush now, you’re not stopping this time. Keep touching yourself. Now,”

He throws his head back against the pillow, unable to watch the way his cock twitches, and how his hand keeps moving over it. It feels like fire but the way the flames consume him is so fucking good he can’t do anything but take the burning. He wants it, needs it. Atlas is right, he’s made for this. Made to only think about jerking off in his bed whilst the computer tells him when to stroke, he feels so fucking good-

“Cum,”

It’s like a bullet.

He’s panicking, blabbering out words that even he doesn’t understand. But his body understands and it’s working against him, making his hips spasm upwards and it’s gonna happen, he can’t, he can’t-

He’s stopped stroking. And the only reason he knows this is when something that definitely isn’t his own hand is pumping his cock and he damn near screams.

“Look,”

It’s a command and he can’t ignore it, so he looks down to see a silver, metallic wire originating from the wall curling around his aching cock, twisting and stroking for him.

That isn’t something he can recover from.

There’s a ringing in his ears and he has a moment of thinking this sort of thing only happens in porn movies when his jaw feels like it’s aching, and he realises the high-pitched noise is coming from his open mouth. His body feels like it’s going to split in half. He’s cumming, the wire milking him dry as he convulses on the bed. His hips seem to drive him forwards, jerking his entire body forward in devestating spurts. It’s more than an orgasm; it feels like he loses all sense of time and place and identity. 

When the waves release their grip on him he feels both exhausted and euphoric at the same time. He’s still panting, still whining every so often but the feeling is starting to come back to his legs. They feel worn out like he’s just run the entire length of the ship five times. The wire around his cock strokes once more and he lets out a wounded noise, and then it loosens its grip and slithers back into the control panel.

“Can you tell me what your primary directive is on this mission, head engineer?"

He gulps in a breath - throat dry and sore - before the words fall out his mouth like whispered confessions.

"To feel good for you,"

"Correct,"

#nsft #engineer egghead #goog #echo neko #horny gang #i'm sorry???? #how did i neber see this #im #echo #fight me #i was looking at plane ticket prices the other day #i will fly there to fight you

[westanthewaterman]

Be Greedy

This idea is over a year old and self indulgent, so you know, par for the course ;p Was fun to write :3 Darkiplier x amab reader

Wordcount: 1200+

Tags/warnings: Somno, frottage/grinding

You know Dark doesn't sleep much, and that the few times he does, he really needs to, so you should let him.

Pressed close under the covers with you, he's still and relaxed.

You really should let him sleep.

But, in your defense, he's very warm in your hold, his bare back pressed against your chest, his boxer covered ass pressed snugly against your crotch.

You're barely awake, but your cock is already fully hard, a wet dream you're already forgetting the cause of that hardness.

But not the warm body pressed against you.

He might be asleep, but he has more than once said that you can take what you want, almost whenever you want.

And you want.

Oh, you so very much want.

And he should stay asleep.

So, carefully, slowly, you start to grind against Dark's ass. Just the tiniest of movements at first, testing the waters.

He doesn't stir, still and fast asleep. You press your face against the back of his hair, smelling your shampoo that he stole last night. It makes you smile as you keep rocking your hips, now with a little more force and purpose.

Dark's ass is firm against your cock, and every drag of your hips against it sends sparks up pleasure of your spine.

It's a simple motion, but it feels so good, knowing that it's Dark you're rubbing against. Certainly a lot better than your hand, or a pillow, or the mattress.

As your hips move you move your head so you can kiss his back, tempted to bite down and mark that pretty grey skin.

But you don't, instead just breathing against him as your hips keep pressing against his ass. You bite your lips to keep moans from escaping.

Dark doesn't even need to do anything to make you feel good. Him just being in your arms is enough. You squeeze your arms around him, and though for a moment he stirs and makes you hold your breath and stop, he doesn't seem to wake, so you resume.

You can feel your orgasm build up, your cock leaking, dampening the fabric of your underwear and his.

With every roll of your hips you get closer and closer, and it's getting harder and harder to keep quiet. Part of you wants to shove yours and his underwear down so you can get skin on skin, and cover that pretty ass of his in your cum, but part of you also wants to cum in your underwear like this, the taboo feeling of it all heightening the pleasure.

You don't try to control your tempo at all at this point, moving your hips as fast or slow as you feel like, a little less concerned with Dark waking up with how close you are to cumming.

You squeeze your arms around him once again, and to just a little surprise, one of Dark's hands moves to squeeze one of your arms.

"Taking what we want this morning, are we?" His voice is rough, still filled with sleep, you're not even sure he's more than half awake. You only answer him with a hum, not stopping or even slowing down. You are so close, so close to tipping over that final edge that little else matters. The act of getting "caught", if anything, heightens it all.

"Greedy." Dark yawns and stretches, the move rubbing his ass against your sensitive cock, and finally sending you over the edge.

You cum with a grunt of Dark's name, and clutch him as tight as you possibly can. He just chuckles low, letting you press against him as your cum dampens both of your underwear even more.

You both just lay there for a few moments, you basking in the feeling of your orgasm, Dark turning a little more awake with each passing second.

"What a greedy little thing." Dark comments, and you can't help but snort into his back, planting another kiss against warm skin. Like he hadn't encouraged you multiple times before to do just this.

Dark pokes at your arms, making you loosen them up so he can turn around in your arms. He grabs your face, just inspecting it for a moment while you try not to grin like a fool, which you are sure you fail by the way he scoffs, but he drags you into a kiss anyway.

It's slow, his lips pressed against yours for a few seconds before they move, leading into more and more kisses, both of your breaths turning heavy.

Tossing away the duvet, you drag Dark on top of you, making him straddle one of your thighs. Your hands clutch his hips, encouraging him to drag his hardening cock against your thigh from the second he's settled. He stops kissing you, but keeps himself pressed down, mouth going to kiss over your neck before moving slightly upwards.

"You want me to cum like this? To cover your thigh with my cum?" He speaks low right next to your ear, chuckling as you nod, squeezing his hips tight.

"How uncouth." He remarks, pretending he's above such an ask only for a moment before he starts moving his hips against you. His cock is hard, but his mouth is soft as it moves over your neck, placing kisses as he goes.

Part of you wants to drag him into kisses as he rubs himself against the meat of your thigh, but you don't want to let go of his hips for a moment, so you don't, letting him fully set the pace.

His hips are moving with decent speed, for once seeming more set on cumming rather than drawing it out for as long as possible.

Or maybe, he's in one of his moods where he wants to cum as many times as he physically can.

That would certainly help him rest and sleep afterwards, though he is clearly not resting now, his mouth moving from kisses to bites and hickeys while his hips keep moving.

His cock leaks over your thigh, with every passing second making it easier and easier to slide against your skin, even through his boxers.

He's never been the most loud, but you catch those small moans and grunts between the ones he makes you let out as he marks up your skin.

You only let go of one hip to scratch your nails against his back, having let them grow long enough since you know he loves the slight sting. He hisses against you, and as you scratch over his back a second time, he cums with a low growl of your name.

You grin, pressing down on his back as he cums, keeping him in place as hips stutter to a halt.

He breathes heavily for a few moments, before pushing against your hold so he can sit up and lean back, looking down at you with black eyes.

"Certainly a good way to wake up, no?" You ask with a grin, eyeing the damp material of his boxers and your own underwear.

"Certainly." Dark dryly remarks, but you can tell he's trying to hide a smirk. He gets up and out of bed, although only after giving you a pinch on the thigh not covered in his cum.

He takes his underwear off, throwing it into your laundry basket, not even giving you a glance to check if you are following him as he heads towards the bathroom.

He doesn't need to check, because you are right behind him, peeling your own soaked underwear off as you do so.

He's not hard again yet, but you know as soon as you get into that shower you are going to make it your mission to make him be.

#nsft #w gang #friends #eldritch entity #fic rec #yeah this is good

[westanthewaterman]

sometimes the moral of the story really is just "you cannot go back and what happened to you is going to be with you for the rest of your life. but it's still going to be okay" huh

#this is so iswm #imagine after the ending mark and captain are the only ones who remember what happened #having to live with that #while also carrying the responsibility of their voyage and mission

[westanthewaterman]

would you still be friends with me if I were a worm?

Yes, although worms fall under the bug category for me so I'd get W or Nine to set you up in a little dirt box. But I'd make you a little worm sized pen and paper so you can still write.

#west whispers #echo neko #friends

[westanthewaterman]

ahhh we have a greenhouse so there aren’t as many bugs as there could be lol. fresh, home grown strawberries taste soooo good i have looked forward to them every since i was little 🍓🍓 we used to have a strawberry plant that gave us TINY little fairy strawberries they were so cute

if i was a stardew valley characters my loved gifts would be mostly fruits lol

Oooh green house that's cool!

My Stardew gifts would probably be like a teddy bear, yarn ball, and coffee or something.

#west whispers #rat atat #friends

[westanthewaterman]

i try to choose a different spouse every time but Harvey is sooooo babygirl i always get hearts with him before anyone else lmao

Shane is also babygirl and i like when Haley is mean to me 💔

i have lots of planting plans this year! strawberries, spring onions, peppers, lots of herbs, and wildflowers for the bees and butterflies!

Oh yess Harvey is babygirl, ur so right.

Fresh strawberries are so good! We have a garden that my grandma takes care of (I'd help out more if not for the bug phobia). Strawberries and tomatoes are like the staples.

#west whispers #rat atat #friends #<-you get fun tag

[westanthewaterman]

I didn't get the silly ask :'<

you spotted a wild westie. do you

> send a silly ask

> send them pictures of toes

Silly ask. Please for the love of everything, a silly ask.

#echo neko #friends #<- that tag is wrong it's more like terrorizer

[westanthewaterman]

crochet sounds so fun!! i have lots of friends who crochet now lol. stardew is soooo good, fills my urge to do gardening right now because it’s too early to plant my seeds 💔 i am impatient

Do you romance anyone in game? I always say I'm going to branch out but end of going with Shayne every time.

What kinda stuff do you plant irl?

#west whispers #friends #rat

[westanthewaterman]

you spotted a wild westie. do you

> send a silly ask

> send them pictures of toes

Silly ask. Please for the love of everything, a silly ask.

#west whispers #friends #echo neko

[westanthewaterman]

OH YIPPY HI! i hope that writers block lifts soon :( mine did for precisely 40 minutes when i found an old Dark x reader WIP like two weeks ago lol but i should keep trying with it

ive been busy playing stardew valley and drawing :) how are you!!?

Sometimes we just gotta chip away at stuff like that lol

I'm good, so busy! I got promoted at work back in August and I'm working a lot more than when my blog started. Also school. So much homework this semester. But I started crocheting at the end of the year and have really been progressing, I just finished my first blanket a little while ago, so that's where all my free time is going right now.

How's Stardew? I started playing the game for real a while ago.

#west whispers #friends #rat

[westanthewaterman]

do you think you'll ever finish "Friends and Old Flames"?

Hiiii

I really want to and still have the final part planned but my idea is a bit too ambitious for my current energy levels. Maybe if I get some time during summer break I'll finally sit down to work on it!

#west whispers #friends #hollow

[westanthewaterman]

idk if you’re back or if you had stuff in ur queue for valentine’s day but hiiii 🐀🐀🐀🐀😻😻

Hiiii Rat! How're you?

I'm still technically on a writer's block hiatus. I'm so busy these days - work, school, hyperfixations (crocheting rn).

#west whispers #friends #rat

[westanthewaterman]

A Valentine Matinee (Part 1) | Illinois x Actor x M!Reader

OTHER FICS MASTERLIST

Warnings: dom/sub, light bondage, voyeurism

If someone took you to an art gallery and showed you the most famous painting there, you'd dismiss it as not being half as gorgeous as the sight in front of you right now. The expensive satin sheets glimmer like a deep wine in the warm light. They contrast the skin - gleaming with a thin layer of sweat from arousal - beautifully, adding to the wonderful work of art that is Marc, laid out before you on the bed.

"Like what you see, darling?" The actor teases, a smug grin filling his face as he deliberately turns his body to expose more of himself. Well, as much as he can whilst the leather straps keep his wrists above his head and tied to the bed frame.

"Mmm...I'd like it even more if your mouth was being used for a better purpose than begging for attention," You taunt, running a hand along your own naked thigh as a way to control the urge to grab at Marc's body. Another look at that shining brown leather reminds you of why you're being so reserved. They look out of place; a juxtaposition to the fine furnishings surrounding your prize. That's because they don't belong to him...and your prize is someone else's treasure.

"Now, come on. I know I've taught you better manners than that, darlin'"

The low, honeyed voice from across the room has a physical effect on the man below you. Although the smirk is still there, something changes in his eyes. His head bows a little. Submission.

"You're doing well, waitin' on my instructions like we agreed," Illinois comments. His tone of voice is different. It's clear he's now addressing an equal, and yet part of you still wants to turn around and face him. Size him up. You can't get carried away though...or there'll be no chance of this experience being repeated.

"I told you I'm good on my word," You reply, not taking your gaze off of Marc. The way he seems to try and hide his squirming at the two of you conversing is delightful.

"Hmm..." Illinois laughs slowly, "You sure you don't want whiskey?" He asks, and you're about to reply before Marc starts complaining on the bed.

"Not to interrupt this lovely little performance between you two but I believe that I am the object of desire here,"

Your Immediate impulse is to mock him - humiliate him with soothing words of pity mixed with sweetness. But although this is your show, you are not the director here.

"Don't let his whining fool you..." Illinois starts, that dominating tone back in his voice. Then, as if reading your mind; "He doesn't want gentleness, do you treasure? He likes to play the brat...but he just wants to be fucked hard." 

At last, the first actual moan slips from Marc's mouth. Your cock pulses at the sound, your teeth biting at your lower lip. The man tugs at his bindings, his own cock bouncing at his stomach as his body squirms. A deep flush travels up from his abdomen. Gorgeous.

"That's my boy," Illinois praises, and a haze once again clouds Marc's eyes.

"Don't...don't belong to anyone but myself, Jones," He snarks, body betraying the falseness of his own words.

You hear the clink of a glass being set on a table, then a pause.

You tilt your head, taking in the full sight of the man one last time before you open your mouth to commencd the real performance.

"I don't want you to touch him, Y/N. I want you to fuck him,"

"Shall I touch him, now?"

There's a sound of a glass being set on a table. Then, a pause.

#nsft #fic rec #echo neko #drama king #knockoff indiana jones #yeah okay #ill come out of hiding for this one /j

[westanthewaterman]

Im not proud of myself

#horny gang #echo neko #i feel as though i am the god parent of this post #if something happened to you it would become mine

[westanthewaterman]

Holy shit I also thought it was "wes the water man" the other anon really opened my eyes

I need to make a PSA about my url lol

#west whispers

[westanthewaterman]

I have to say that because of my dyslexia I always thought your unsername was Westhewaterman.

Lol don't worry, I've had tons of people get my url wrong.

#west whispers #it's supposed to be a play on words #we stan the water man #like we stan stan the water man #and also just straight up stan the water man in there #and then my name is also the first four letters #anonie

[westanthewaterman]

I HAD THE MOST STUPIDEST DREAM ABOUT DARKIPLIER AND ACTOR MARK FIGHTING VIA POKÉMON STYLE

IT'S SO STUPID I DRAW IT

#markiplier #darkiplier #actor mark