"Carried Away" for EVERYONE
Title: Carried Away
Form: Fanfiction
For: Everyone
Prompt: SH4: Walter/Eileen. Smut.
Carried away
Normally the subway station would be alive. Not in the same manner it was by day, but traces of the crowd would still linger, even after dark. From the neon-lit streets the sound of traffic would seep in slowly, quietly. Trains would come and go, bringing or taking with them the odd night owl astray in the tunnels. Somewhere beyond where he could see, footsteps and drunken laughter would echo across the gray, graffiti-smeared corridors and gradually fade into the distance.
For his purpose however, the steady buzz had to die and South Ashfield Station had to be completely deserted. And so the nightly buzz faded slowly and the lights grew dimmer, until stairs and corners and corridors were wrapped in eerie silence and a darkness so thick it might suffocate any brightness that wished to penetrate it.
Only in one single corner a single light shone, its last weak rays reaching into the corner where Walter Sullivan sat on his tattered sleeping bag, legs stretched out onto the dusty concrete floor, waiting for the next move. Any spectator may have deemed this an inadequate scene, but for him it was the best he could imagine, in the most unfortunate literal sense.
Of course there was Mother, whose image he hadn’t forgotten despite the cruelty of only having been able to take a brief glimpse at her so far. But naturally she was entirely out of question, was never ever to be associated with, let alone used for the shameful desires of his flesh. Thankfully that train of thought was quickly abandoned when at last the dim ceiling light started to flicker and below it a silhouette emerged from the darkness.
Eileen Galvin. He still remembered her younger self like it was yesterday, remembered her large, pale green eyes and her gentle smile, so unlike the blank faces that usually surrounded him. Now he had seen her adult body from the distance many times and its image was clear as crystal. Legs and arms like a soft, pink slate, untainted by bruises or scars, wearing her favorite dress, purple and brilliant, accentuating every single perfect curve of her body.
She stepped closer slowly, her heels making no sound, and knelt down on the ground beside him. “Why are you sleeping here?” she asked and took his hand. “Aren’t you cold?”
“I…” he trailed off, thinking for a moment. Back then her gesture alone had surprised him too much to say anything. As much as he felt that he owed her a reply, right now and right here it didn’t really matter what he said. Or if he said anything at all.
He chose to remain silent and only lingered on her gaze a little while longer before shifting his weight and laying himself down on his sleeping back, eyes looking up to where a crumbling ceiling had made way for more of the all-consuming darkness around them. He could imagine stars and the night sky, but then, wouldn’t he have to imagine the cold air as well?
“In that case,” Eileen replied, as if she’d been given an answer. “Let me keep you warm company.”
Warm? Company? He should’ve decided which one to use first. Warmth seemed like the apt reply, perfectly suitable, a perfect response. Yet company seemed to match the phrase, seemed true as well and tempting, such a tempting idea. But now it came out jumbled and distracting. But no matter. No matter…
Eileen smiled and swung her leg across his body, not bothering to adjust her dress as it rode up. Walter closed his eyes and felt her hands moving across his chest, unbuttoning his coat and parting it carefully. She bent down to kiss his stomach, his chest, his neck and he briefly noticed that he’d forgotten to make himself wear a shirt.
Her hands moved further up, caressing his cheeks, then wrapping themselves around his shoulder, pulling Eileen forward into a kiss. Eyes still closed Walter took in her scent, imagining it to be apple, with a soft trace of black pepper.
He felt her breath on his face now, felt her mouth on his and waited for her lips to part to do the same and let her tongue explore his mouth. Then breathing ceased to matter as their bodies were pressed together tight and they lingered on each others lips for what seemed like forever.
Slowly Walter traced down Eileen’s back with two fingers, stopping at her dress to notice that it felt like wool, but didn’t look like it at all. He hadn’t given the fabric much thought. Instead he opened his eyes and gazed again at Eileen’s radiant face.
“Down?” she asked and pushed herself upright, slowly, as if to make room for a reply that was bound to remain missing. Running her nails across Walter’s chest she moved down until she sat straddled across his knees. With an all too swift gesture she reached for his zipper and pulled down his pants to where she was sitting.
Her movements had been graceful and deliberate so far, but feeling her hands massaging his thighs made more than just impatience build up inside of him. He took a sharp breath as her face finally disappeared from sight and he felt the tip of her tongue running across his balls.
He tensed, but quickly relaxed and took in the sensation of Eileen’s hands gripping his slowly hardening member, circling her tongue around its head before welcoming his slick cock into her mouth. Walter’s breath grew faster and louder, drowning out the suction sound of her sucking motion. For a brief moment she withdrew to give his length several long licks before taking his cock back into her mouth, moving her head up and down in a steady rhythm.
“Enough,” he breathed heavily and moved back his arms to push his body up. “Enough!” he groaned and grabbed Eileen’s shoulders, throwing her roughly onto the concrete floor. Silent and motionless except for her steady breathing she lay under the lone light as it flickered again.
She looked up at him with lustful eyes and no sooner had her purple dress dissolved into an oddly shaped pink nurse costume than Walter had already moved between her legs and torn it apart, throwing the shreds of its lower half away to disappear in the darkness.
Where pieces of cloth still covered her chest he moved his hands below them and grabbed her breasts firmly, listening to her breathing as he did. He moved closer to feel the warmth of her skin, to breathe the traces of apple and pepper that had almost disappeared under layers of sweat and heat.
He squeezed her breasts and licked her nipples hungrily, until suddenly and without hesitation he sat up again, slid his arms under Eileen’s knees, lifted her up and pushed roughly into her hot, wet sex. She groaned and bit her lip, Walter swallowed at the feeling of her tight flesh around his cock. Hands firmly wrapped around the back of her thighs he thrust back and forth in a steady motion and Eileen slowly drew her arms back to sustain herself, allowing her to push against his weight.
Their bodies were wrapped together tight, their heartbeats and gasps increasing seemingly to the same rhythm. He felt his cock throbbing faster inside the clenched muscles of her hot womanhood and watched the traces of sweat forming on her forehead, watched her hair come loose and hang in her face, swinging to their movements.
Then suddenly the light above them flickered again and what Walter thought was its reflection in her drops of sweat was really something else, something that lingered and slowly turned Eileen’s soft pink skin into a brown texture, leathery and split and ripped in places where glistening red muscle tissue could be seen.
Her face had not only frozen, it had seemingly melted, her lustful expression replaced by a mass of brown tissue, scars and stitches with only the faintest trace of somewhat human features and no hint of emotion whatsoever.
Walter looked up to the light above them, but it would not flicker again and instead dimmed, to a point where it was almost one with the surrounding darkness. Then Walter looked down again and realised himself still above the creature, his arms still wrapped around it, like his companion before.
And before he could move away he was shoved, painfully onto his back and within seconds the creature was above him, ripping his pants down to his ankles and throwing itself at him with a force that almost knocked the air out of him.
Yet as its red hands reached for his cock and gave it a less than gently squeeze he found himself harder than before. Something had to be done, yet when he opened his mouth to object the force of his words was lost in a hoarse moan.
His body was pushed down on the ground, his chest pounding and heavy, his arms suddenly unable to move. He couldn’t lift his head, couldn’t see what was being done to him, could only feel his length throbbing faster and stronger until his entire body tensed, the dim light above him blurred and with a shiver, with his mouth open for a loud cry he
He came to.
In the distance the sound of traffic was seeping in quietly. A train came and two young men got out. In the distance footsteps and drunken laughter echoed across the gray, graffiti-smeared corridors and gradually faded into the distance.
Slowly Walter removed his hand from his pants and glanced at the wet spot on his crotch. Sometimes he wondered why he allowed his mind to get so carried away.
Author's Note: I just wanted to say that this has been a really fun challenge for me and if you enjoy reading it only half as much as I enjoyed writing it I suppose I can be happy, but I know that it’s only my first attempt at more explicit smut, so please don’t hesitate to point out any flaws you may find! Still, I hope you’ll like it at least a little and… well, that’s that, really. Have fun reading!
Form: Fanfiction
For: Everyone
Prompt: SH4: Walter/Eileen. Smut.
Carried away
Normally the subway station would be alive. Not in the same manner it was by day, but traces of the crowd would still linger, even after dark. From the neon-lit streets the sound of traffic would seep in slowly, quietly. Trains would come and go, bringing or taking with them the odd night owl astray in the tunnels. Somewhere beyond where he could see, footsteps and drunken laughter would echo across the gray, graffiti-smeared corridors and gradually fade into the distance.
For his purpose however, the steady buzz had to die and South Ashfield Station had to be completely deserted. And so the nightly buzz faded slowly and the lights grew dimmer, until stairs and corners and corridors were wrapped in eerie silence and a darkness so thick it might suffocate any brightness that wished to penetrate it.
Only in one single corner a single light shone, its last weak rays reaching into the corner where Walter Sullivan sat on his tattered sleeping bag, legs stretched out onto the dusty concrete floor, waiting for the next move. Any spectator may have deemed this an inadequate scene, but for him it was the best he could imagine, in the most unfortunate literal sense.
Of course there was Mother, whose image he hadn’t forgotten despite the cruelty of only having been able to take a brief glimpse at her so far. But naturally she was entirely out of question, was never ever to be associated with, let alone used for the shameful desires of his flesh. Thankfully that train of thought was quickly abandoned when at last the dim ceiling light started to flicker and below it a silhouette emerged from the darkness.
Eileen Galvin. He still remembered her younger self like it was yesterday, remembered her large, pale green eyes and her gentle smile, so unlike the blank faces that usually surrounded him. Now he had seen her adult body from the distance many times and its image was clear as crystal. Legs and arms like a soft, pink slate, untainted by bruises or scars, wearing her favorite dress, purple and brilliant, accentuating every single perfect curve of her body.
She stepped closer slowly, her heels making no sound, and knelt down on the ground beside him. “Why are you sleeping here?” she asked and took his hand. “Aren’t you cold?”
“I…” he trailed off, thinking for a moment. Back then her gesture alone had surprised him too much to say anything. As much as he felt that he owed her a reply, right now and right here it didn’t really matter what he said. Or if he said anything at all.
He chose to remain silent and only lingered on her gaze a little while longer before shifting his weight and laying himself down on his sleeping back, eyes looking up to where a crumbling ceiling had made way for more of the all-consuming darkness around them. He could imagine stars and the night sky, but then, wouldn’t he have to imagine the cold air as well?
“In that case,” Eileen replied, as if she’d been given an answer. “Let me keep you warm company.”
Warm? Company? He should’ve decided which one to use first. Warmth seemed like the apt reply, perfectly suitable, a perfect response. Yet company seemed to match the phrase, seemed true as well and tempting, such a tempting idea. But now it came out jumbled and distracting. But no matter. No matter…
Eileen smiled and swung her leg across his body, not bothering to adjust her dress as it rode up. Walter closed his eyes and felt her hands moving across his chest, unbuttoning his coat and parting it carefully. She bent down to kiss his stomach, his chest, his neck and he briefly noticed that he’d forgotten to make himself wear a shirt.
Her hands moved further up, caressing his cheeks, then wrapping themselves around his shoulder, pulling Eileen forward into a kiss. Eyes still closed Walter took in her scent, imagining it to be apple, with a soft trace of black pepper.
He felt her breath on his face now, felt her mouth on his and waited for her lips to part to do the same and let her tongue explore his mouth. Then breathing ceased to matter as their bodies were pressed together tight and they lingered on each others lips for what seemed like forever.
Slowly Walter traced down Eileen’s back with two fingers, stopping at her dress to notice that it felt like wool, but didn’t look like it at all. He hadn’t given the fabric much thought. Instead he opened his eyes and gazed again at Eileen’s radiant face.
“Down?” she asked and pushed herself upright, slowly, as if to make room for a reply that was bound to remain missing. Running her nails across Walter’s chest she moved down until she sat straddled across his knees. With an all too swift gesture she reached for his zipper and pulled down his pants to where she was sitting.
Her movements had been graceful and deliberate so far, but feeling her hands massaging his thighs made more than just impatience build up inside of him. He took a sharp breath as her face finally disappeared from sight and he felt the tip of her tongue running across his balls.
He tensed, but quickly relaxed and took in the sensation of Eileen’s hands gripping his slowly hardening member, circling her tongue around its head before welcoming his slick cock into her mouth. Walter’s breath grew faster and louder, drowning out the suction sound of her sucking motion. For a brief moment she withdrew to give his length several long licks before taking his cock back into her mouth, moving her head up and down in a steady rhythm.
“Enough,” he breathed heavily and moved back his arms to push his body up. “Enough!” he groaned and grabbed Eileen’s shoulders, throwing her roughly onto the concrete floor. Silent and motionless except for her steady breathing she lay under the lone light as it flickered again.
She looked up at him with lustful eyes and no sooner had her purple dress dissolved into an oddly shaped pink nurse costume than Walter had already moved between her legs and torn it apart, throwing the shreds of its lower half away to disappear in the darkness.
Where pieces of cloth still covered her chest he moved his hands below them and grabbed her breasts firmly, listening to her breathing as he did. He moved closer to feel the warmth of her skin, to breathe the traces of apple and pepper that had almost disappeared under layers of sweat and heat.
He squeezed her breasts and licked her nipples hungrily, until suddenly and without hesitation he sat up again, slid his arms under Eileen’s knees, lifted her up and pushed roughly into her hot, wet sex. She groaned and bit her lip, Walter swallowed at the feeling of her tight flesh around his cock. Hands firmly wrapped around the back of her thighs he thrust back and forth in a steady motion and Eileen slowly drew her arms back to sustain herself, allowing her to push against his weight.
Their bodies were wrapped together tight, their heartbeats and gasps increasing seemingly to the same rhythm. He felt his cock throbbing faster inside the clenched muscles of her hot womanhood and watched the traces of sweat forming on her forehead, watched her hair come loose and hang in her face, swinging to their movements.
Then suddenly the light above them flickered again and what Walter thought was its reflection in her drops of sweat was really something else, something that lingered and slowly turned Eileen’s soft pink skin into a brown texture, leathery and split and ripped in places where glistening red muscle tissue could be seen.
Her face had not only frozen, it had seemingly melted, her lustful expression replaced by a mass of brown tissue, scars and stitches with only the faintest trace of somewhat human features and no hint of emotion whatsoever.
Walter looked up to the light above them, but it would not flicker again and instead dimmed, to a point where it was almost one with the surrounding darkness. Then Walter looked down again and realised himself still above the creature, his arms still wrapped around it, like his companion before.
And before he could move away he was shoved, painfully onto his back and within seconds the creature was above him, ripping his pants down to his ankles and throwing itself at him with a force that almost knocked the air out of him.
Yet as its red hands reached for his cock and gave it a less than gently squeeze he found himself harder than before. Something had to be done, yet when he opened his mouth to object the force of his words was lost in a hoarse moan.
His body was pushed down on the ground, his chest pounding and heavy, his arms suddenly unable to move. He couldn’t lift his head, couldn’t see what was being done to him, could only feel his length throbbing faster and stronger until his entire body tensed, the dim light above him blurred and with a shiver, with his mouth open for a loud cry he
He came to.
In the distance the sound of traffic was seeping in quietly. A train came and two young men got out. In the distance footsteps and drunken laughter echoed across the gray, graffiti-smeared corridors and gradually faded into the distance.
Slowly Walter removed his hand from his pants and glanced at the wet spot on his crotch. Sometimes he wondered why he allowed his mind to get so carried away.
Author's Note: I just wanted to say that this has been a really fun challenge for me and if you enjoy reading it only half as much as I enjoyed writing it I suppose I can be happy, but I know that it’s only my first attempt at more explicit smut, so please don’t hesitate to point out any flaws you may find! Still, I hope you’ll like it at least a little and… well, that’s that, really. Have fun reading!