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Hello (◍•ᴗ•◍)

I really like your work it's so good!! And i saw your request is open soooo

Can i request delinquent/bad boy sukuna x student council president reader? Like they hate each other bc reader is very strict with the rule while sukuna just break it anyway. One day, sukuna saw the reader in a party which make him confused bc reader is not the type to do fun stuff. And moments later they fuck

Sorry if this is a very detailed request. Feel free to ignore it or change it :3

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh my, another sukuna req! things bout to get hot, hehe~

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; Sukuna and you are college seniors - blackmail - fingering (f! receiving) - anal fingering (f! receiving) - oral (m! receiving) - facials - use of a phone; sexual photography - impact play (spanking) - full nelson position - degradation (cumslut, pig, slut, whore) - humiliation - overstimulation - pet names (brat, princess, woman) - dick piercing (frenulum) - usage of drugs & alcohol - mention of drool/spit and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k

Sukuna was grinning ear to ear as he marched his way toward you. “Y/n.”

You perked at your name, and your face contoured to brief shock before shifting to mild annoyance. “Sukuna.”

Running into you at a huge party was the last thing Sukuna expected to see. But it’s a situation he will take advantage of expeditiously.

College is hard enough being the top dog of the student government association and trying to juggle senior classes. It is your job to keep the school and its students in order, maintaining a pretty face as it’s been doing decently for the several years before you. The entire student body knows you take your job seriously, earning the respect they give you with every step you take and being praised by professors and faculty alike — even being invited to have dinner with the university president along your association!

But of course, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows because there are always downsides to the good — one of them being a ginormous thorn to your being.

Ryōmen Sukuna is a man you’ve been dealing with for almost four years. Known for his intimidating cadence whenever he walks the halls, the brutality of his moves as he’s the famous trump card of the school’s jiu-jitsu club, and his cold and demeaning manner of speech when talking down to others he deems beneath him, he is regarded at the campus’ “demon dog.” Someone that many can never believe is the older brother of the freshman track star sweetheart, Yuuji Itadori.

He is a person that many say is the complete opposite face when compared to you, a fact you have no choice but to agree with a twitching brow. Looking through all the disruptive students you’ve dealt with, Sukuna would be crowned King for being the most colossal nuisance of your life. Whether it be reporting him to the campus police for picking fistfights with the juniors, smoking in smoke-free zones, adding more tattoos to his face and arms, or willingly trashing places because he thinks he can, no one has been more subject to give you more grey hairs. He just doesn’t listen — he won’t listen!

And the worst part is that he enjoyed making your life a living hell. God, he’s such a fucking bastard, not wanting to deal with outside of your academic life.

…Until you two see each other from across the living room where a huge party is held in one of the off-campus apartments, perplexed crimson eyes locked on with widened ones, too shocked to take a sip of your drink from your red solo cup. You immediately turned to the group before you, hoping the sea of kids and the bouncing bass could distort your image from his vision.

Too late; the salmon-haired senior couldn’t hide the grin on his face as he slithers past people to get to where you are. Students move out of the way for him to move, the group you were hanging with gasps with wary stares, and Sukuna taps your bare shoulder.

“Never figured the student government president would be here,” his voice was chilling as always. Yet you remain a neutral face when facing him. “Something tells me there isn’t apple juice in that solo cup.”

The group you were hanging out with instantly excused themselves to somewhere else in the apartment, leaving you alone with Sukuna. You rolled your eyes, “What is it, Ryōmen?” You feel disgusted as his red eyes scan your figure, taking in the off-shoulder, long-sleeved bodycon dress you were wearing. True, you don’t wear stuff like this all the time, but you can’t expect this bastard to have any amount of decency or subtlety.

“Whatcha doin’ here, prez?” God, you hated him calling you that, knowing good and damn well what your name was — but, again, why would he bother; not respecting you enough to do something simple as that. “Isn’t this kind of thing what you’re against for and all?”

“Hmph, am I not allowed to have some fun at a party I was invited to?” You furrowed your brows and took an aggressive sip. “Besides, this is off-campus housing; the property owners are the ones who’ll have anyone’s asses if stuff breaks or cause disruption against the codes.”

“Oh, so the uptight President is off duty this time? Hmm, ain’t that something,” he leans against the wall beside you with crossed arms. Your gaze was averted to the crowd bumping and grinding rather than acknowledging the delinquent examining you. “I figured you’d be somewhere pulling your panties to some poor bastard.”

“Watch your tone when talking to me, Ryōmen,” you finally send him a glare through your peripherals. It humored him, a devilish chortle you could hear even through the loud bass. “Lucky for you, I’m only here to have a good time with some friends before heading home to assignments. So, do me a favor and don’t start shit for me to take home and stress over.”

He lifts a brow, “Is that so? Miss Prez came to let loose, huh.” You didn’t like how he said that — nor how he moved to lean closer to you. His cologne disrupts your nostrils. “Never thought you had that side of you.”

“There are many things you don’t know about me, Ryōmen,” you swing your cup around with a scoff. “And I’d prefer to keep it that way.”

And you thought you’d win this round as Sukuna doesn’t say anything to you for a few seconds. However, the man goes through his pocket to pull out his phone to pull up something. And when he finds it, he flashes the screen to your direction. “You mean things like these?” You turn to look at the device, and your eyes go wide with an agape mouth. What he was showing were photos — a whole lot — of you.

“You know, I’m sure it must be hard being president of the student body; that’s why I don’t envy you,” one photo shown is of you smoking in the Honors Lounge with a few of your student government associates, an action undoubtedly prohibited within the facilities. “So, I can’t blame you when you decide to settle down and let yourself go for a minute,” he swipes his finger to pictures of you drinking liquor with some other students who smoke blunts and have weed plastered on the coffee table. “However, you really outta be careful with what you’re doing, Y/n; you got people who look up to you and expect so much from you.” Another picture shows you at some dark nightclub with a guy friend, shoving middle fingers and sticking tongues out at the camera.

Your lips quiver with every swipe, and lips quiver, “Wh…Where did you get those…”

“Hmm? I can’t share that information. Heh, plus, I like to keep tabs on those who can get on my nerves,” he stuffs the phones back into his dark jean pocket. “But I can’t lie; the more I look at those pictures and compare them to the little president that nags too damn much, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if someone were to leak these out for the whole school to see. Which would drop quicker: your presidential scholarship and accolades or your reputation?”

“You fucking asshole…!”

You swiftly throw your cup at Sukuna, but the pink-haired man dodges easily and grabs your wrist — the poor guy behind him gets drenched with your drink. “Hey!” The guy grabs Sukuna’s shoulder and is immediately met with the infamous death glare. “…My fault, bro, don’t worry about it. I’ll go dry off,” the student says while backtracking away from those fearsome eyes.

You’re trembling with vexed shakes; the hand on your wrist holds you tight with no sign to let go unless necessary. Otherwise, you know he’ll break it if you make one wrong move. “…What the hell do you want from me?“

Now Sukuna has you in the palm of his hand — his sinister grin growing as he leans closer to be inches away from your face. “My apartment is on the top floor; you have ten minutes to get your ass up there,” you don’t move a centimeter when he draws near your ear to whisper. “I’ll show you how to really get loose, Miss President.”

The words felt like sharp daggers to your throat, “You…devil.”

He snickers into your ear, “Pick your poison, and you’ll see just how much of a devil I can be.”

And with that, Sukuna straightens himself up and heads out, his frame disappearing deep into the crowd till you can’t see him anymore. Your heartbeat goes at a pace way too irregular to call ordinary, and your blood too cold as it has your skin suffer in shivers.

This was a nightmare — an absolute, horrifying nightmare. There’s no way the guy that you hate with your very guts just blackmailed you! This was not how this night was supposed to go; now your whole reputation — what you’ve built with your own two hands — is being held in front of you and is dependent on going to this asshole’s apartment. Who the hell does he think he is!?

You didn’t want to go. You wouldn’t go! Especially under the premise of that fucker, playing with your life like some toy. Your thoughts were inner turmoil, challenging your morals and conscience on what to do. Your pride was trying to pull up a good fight, holding onto whatever dignity you have to validate not going up on the elevator and seeing Sukuna for what he’s about to do to you. They’re just pictures; people will think they’re edited or question if they’re valid!

However, the fact that you spent five minutes going back and forth with this suggests those were anything but pictures. He had ammunition to bring you down — to humble and look down on you — and have everyone do the same, no matter what you could say to justify yourself. So, swallowing your ego, you exit the party and walk the hallway down to the elevator. Every floor you ascended made you feel small, and when the doors opened for you to step out and you saw him leaning on his door waiting for you, your fate had been sealed.

The same smirk he had at the party was plastered on his face. You were no longer in control of the situation; you are now in his domain — and you should follow his commands to keep up.

“Gahhh! Mmmph, Ryooo, stop—Eeek! Y’re hitting so ha—Ahhh!”

“What? You thought I was going to be easy with you? After all those times you’ve pestered me to no end? Hah, think again, prez.”

Being in the same space with Sukuna is something you never comprehended happening civilly in all your years of knowing him. Now, being laid on top of his knees as he sits on the edge of the bed is jarring in its own sentence. The skirt of your dress was pulled up, your ass and panties out for the cool air to caress. Not until Sukuna rips you off your underwear and starts giving your bare butt unforeseen strikes. The impact of his hand was so harsh that you gripped his jean-clad leg with a scream.

He goes about this for a solid five minutes, giving your asscheeks slaps – and your cries have him chuckle and do some more. And you can’t squirm out of his hold, or else he’ll dent the skin of your butt with his fingertips, piercing into the tense muscle to inflict pain like no other. God, it hurt so bad, every smack taking your breath away.

“Look at you,” he coos, rubbing his hand on the hot skin. The pain was so bad to the point of your eyes watering; simply hovering his Hand over you was enough to have you in shudders. “Whatever happened to the poised and resilient Y/n who’d always dare threaten me for my behavior? This person on me, screaming like a whore, can’t be the same Y/n.”

You grit your teeth, turning over your shoulder to express your seething glare. “Who are you calling a whore, you fucking—Deeeii! Ohhh!” Sukuna sneaks a forefinger inside your wet cunt, not bothering to warn you. “Wai—Tahhh! Take it out, take it out right—Noooh!!”

“Oh, don’t even think you’re in any position to tell me what to do, slut,” you bite your lip as he moves his finger into your vagina with such merciless vigor. “And with how you’re crying like a bitch, you sound pretty whore-ish to me.”

Oh, go fuck yourself! You could have told him that — but you didn’t because he squeezes in his middle finger to insert inside your tight chasm, both digits now rummaging inside your vaginal walls and scraping them to the point of drooling babbles on your part. You couldn’t think of anything, not when he’s still throwing smacks on your ass with his free hand. You can’t even wipe the spit that comes down your lips because he distracts you with more jabs to your inner walls and pinches to the skin of your butt. Fuck, fuuuck!!

And it gets worse when you feel his thumb dance around your asshole. “N–No, stop it, Sukuna! That’s dirty, don’t—Mmnaahh!!” He slips it inside without care; the pain of his thumb forcing inside your puckered anus almost has you shut down.

“That’s the point, prez,” he bites his lip with a pestilent snicker. “Gonna make you so fucking dirty tonight, wanna ruin that perfect image of yours that you don’t recognize yourself. He scratches your butt, resulting in you clamping onto his digits with a grip that feeds his ego. “Mhmm, just like that, princess.”

How dare he play with your ass like a toy and have the nerve to call you that? Such a sick man; the hate you have for him boils your blood to no end. “Ahhh, stoop, too fast, please, go slo—Mmmph!?”

He shoves two fingers in your mouth to stifle your cries. “That’ll keep you from squealing, fucking pig.” And he continues to toy with your slit and anus, your whimpers muffled by his thick fingers.

“Take it all in, Y/n, every single fucking inch, ya hear?…Mmmm, yeah, deep in your throat like that.”

This. Is. The. Worst! There’s absolutely no way you’re sucking Sukuna’s cock right now; this is the very last thing you’d want to be doing! He’s standing with his dark jeans and briefs on his thighs, his hand on the back of your head to make sure your mouth remains on his dick at all times. If you could, you would’ve chewed the damn thing off and made a run for it.

But you came here for a reason, so you keep your disdain at bay and begrudgingly suck on Sukuna’s glans, having the salmon-haired man purr from above you. And it doesn’t help that he holds his phone to take pictures of you and said add more to his collection. God, he’s so disgusting…

“Fhhh, fuck, that feels good,” he groans at you taking his girth. Your lips down to the hilt, burrowing his length deep into the warm, tight tunnel of your throat. “Who woulda thought the strict, by-the-book Y/n would take in dick so well?” You narrow your eyes at him as you bob your face up and down, earning a hearty chuckle from the pleased man. “That face of yours, baby, so furious with me, huh.”

You try to pay him no mind, distracting yourself with the task at hand by licking one of his balls before sucking them. Your hands increase in speed when stroking him, having the man above unable to stop bucking his hips to your fist for more enviable friction.

“Shit, yeah, yes,” he throws his head back in bliss, and you can tell he’s about finished while feeling his cock pulsate under your touch. “Bring your face here.”

He does it for you – his hand on your head for a reason – and forces you close to his cock before he jerks himself for release. And his come exudes with a force, landing right on your face. You fight every fiber of your being to move away, accepting his essence to paint your cheeks, nose, and lips. It was unbelievable how disgracious he was, just plain selfish and unapologetically nasty.

You hear the phone snap, throwing another scowl at the pink-haired responsible. “Lookin’ like a real cumslut for me, prez.”

And the worst part of all finally comes around — the thing you dreaded once you stepped out of that party and into that elevator.

“—Fffaaahh! Hooohshiiit! This is crazy—Eeeee!”

“Fuckin’ shit, you’re tight as hell, woman…Khhh…! Tryin’ to milk me dry, huh, Y/n…”

Sukuna lies beneath you with his legs bent away, his arms wrapped underneath your legs, and pushing them to your chest from behind. His cock is entombed inside your leaking slit as he thrusts up to you with every second, and the sound of your ass smacking onto his thighs fills the space.

He has his hands behind your neck, demanding you to look at the union of your sexes, and your face couldn’t get any hotter than watching the obscenity. He’s been fucking you for more than ten minutes now, his cum inside you from the last round stains a white ‘o’ around the base of him, and the sticky substance so vulgar to look at it stretching with his push and pull motions. And the squelching – the goddamn squelching! – it only furthered the fog clouding your mind.

There was no point concealing your wails; your lips were forced open with every jab from Sukuna. Jesus, he was so fucking big — your poor cunt stretched to accommodate his intrusion. You clamp onto him more when he pulls, the barbell piercing his frenulum and scraping your walls from the descent and grazing your G-spot.

“Fuck, fuuuck, hsssh…!” It was hard to concentrate on anything outside of this, and you couldn’t tell if you were speaking adequately or prattling like some sex-crazed fool. You sigh with rolled eyes when he sends sporadic ruts out of nowhere, clenching onto his shaft with a tug.

It has Sukuna groan hotly, his breath steaming your skin. “Holy fuck, you really love gripping my cock, don’t you, princess?”

“I–I can’t help it! You keep ’n hit—Haishhh!” Your eyes meet the ceiling at the jab of your A-spot, the pressure making you feel full. “You—hic—…Yo’re the one m’king me like thisss…”

“Is that right?” He takes slow thrusts to draw out your pleasure; your broken howls were music to his ears. “Sounds like the to be enjoying yourself.” You hurriedly shake your head no, and he throws a bitter pound to your hypersensitive chasm. “Brat, why the hell else are you milking me like this for, then?”

“Becauseee, it feels….Mmmm,” No, you can’t say that. Don’t tell him what he wants to hear.

“Hmm? Feels what?” You can hear the smirk on his lips. You don’t say anything except muffled hums, so he probes you, “You want me to send out those pictures, huh? Show just how much of a terrible president you are, how you love to go dumb on my dick?”

Of course not! “Do—Don’t you dare…!”

“Then answer the question: how does it feel, hmm? Tell me, how do you feel being fucked by the guy you hate so much?”

Oh, damn you, Ryōmen Sukuna! It was now you shed a tear, your hands grabbing for his forearms for purchase.

“—Fucking ‘ell, it feels good,” you said it, your last bit of dignity finally thrown for the man to shred apart. “Feels ‘oo good, you make me feel—Geheehh…so damn good…!”

Oh, that was more than enough for him. Sukuna’s sneer becomes broader, and his chuckles are felt from your back. “What a dirty bitch for me, princess…”

His hips go back to an unsteady fashion, propelling his dick to his base, and the brushes of his piercing massage your walls too precisely. It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to come crashing down on you with a scream, the walls of your cunt contracting around Sukuna for the third time that night. Your nails dig into his arms, and drool leaves your pretty agape mouth as he allows you to ride out your climax.

Sukuna whistles at the sensation of you fluttering on his girth. “Phew, damn, that was a good fuck. You know how to keep up with me, woman; you’d make a great pet.”

You were sick of him, gulping to wet your dry throat. “Delete…the fucking…pictures.” Your empty threat only has him click his tongue with a scoff.

“Not so fast there, prez; the fun was just getting good.” Your heart sinks to the soles of your feet. “So, be a good brat and know your place is under me tonight.

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milequaritchsslut · 11 months

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Chapter Two—Never Enough

Chapter Summary: Miguel comes back into your life, leaving you no choice but to except your fate with him.

Pairing: Ex Boyfriend Stalker!Miguel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: blackmail, dark themes, forced relationship (?), yelling, pet names, teasing, non-consensual photographs/ videos, mentions of stalking and watching, itsy bitsy mention of masturbating, one sided attraction kinda,

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“Don’t give me those eyes mami” a smirk dancing onto his lips, walking past you and into your living room. He had a large black backpack on him, dirt covering the sides. He looked different then the last time you saw him, he looked bigger, his muscles showing through his baggy hoodie and his hair seemed longer.

You were speechless, just letting him walk in. You turned around and blinked your eyes in disbelief as you stared at him, trying to figure out of this was happening or not. But you quickly snapped out of it and stormed towards him, glaring up at his tall form.

“Get out Miguel” you hissed, eyes narrowing as your hands found their way to your hips.

“Aw c’mon don’t be so cold mami” he teased, before throwing his backpack on the couch. He snaked his hands around your waist and smirked down at you, canines showing through his plush lips.

“I know you missed me princesa” admiring your eyes as they stared up into his. He missed being so close to you, having his arms wrapped around you like this. He missed your soft skin, the goosebumps that grew on your skin when he got close to you just proved his point.

You hadn’t heard that name in awhile, nobody else had called you that in months. You forced yourself to hide your smile and blush, he just had this way with words that got under your skin. You rolled your eyes, your lour growing brighter as you had that cute little nose scrunch.

“Did you not hear me? I said move, get outta here! Scram!” You yelled, scowling at him. He shook his head and smiled at you. Like he knew this was going to happen. He walked over to the couch and grabbed his bag, placing it on the kitchen table and motioned you to come close to him.

“Come here pretty girl” he chuckled, opening his bag and spread thousands of pictures on the table. Pictures of you. You gasped as your eyes widened at the display in front of you. There were so many, pictures of you walking to work, brushing your teeth, even one of you sleeping. But your attention stayed on the naked pictures of you, bare with nothing on. A blush grew on your face, your expression turning embarrassed right away.

“I never really left ya know, you just couldn’t see me” he smirked out, satisfied with your reaction and expressions. You didn’t say anything, going through all the photos he had. Blinking and trying to comprehend that you had a stalker for the last 3 months. He handed you his unlocked phone, opened in the photos app. He played a video of you showering, and one of you doing well ya know. Your gasp became louder at the sight, the volume being turned on all the way.

“Turn that off!” You shouted, pushing the video away and hiding your blushing face as you tried to catch your breath. He smiled and did as you asked, putting his phone back into his pants. He watched you the whole time, proud of his months of work and effort. He waited a few minutes before he spoke again.

“So, im gonna need something from you baby. A very very small agreement from you. That ok?” He asked sarcastically as his leer grew more and more by every word. You turned your attention to him finally, and gave him the nastiest glare.

“Get out of my house right now!” You screamed anger rising at the situation and him.

“If you don’t accept my offer I might just have to send these to your work, and maybe even” he got close to your ear and smirked. “Your family” your eyes practically burst out of your sockets at his words, mouth hanging open as he backed away and stared down at you.

You couldn’t believe he was actually blackmailing you right now, or all people you hadn’t expected your ex boyfriend to be blackmailing you. You didn’t really have a choice, you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed, trying to weigh out your options. After a moment or two you finally looked up at him and rolled your eyes.

“What’s the offer?” You sighed, arms crossing with an obvious annoyed expression forming on your features.

“You get back with me, follow my rules like you were supposed to before we broke up. And in turn these photos and videos wont ever see the light of day” hands coming to place the pictures back into his bag.

You just glared at him, giving him the nastiest look as you stared him down. You were so done with him, and his bullshit. He was really getting on your nerves and now he’s blackmailing you.

“Be so fr rn Miguel” he groaned, rolling your eyes as you stared at him, leaning onto your hand placed on the table.

“I don’t lie to you mami” he chuckled throwing his bag to the ground and snaking his hands around your waist again.

“C’mon I know you missed me baby, I heard you that night when you-“

“Shut it” you scolded, letting out a hard sigh as you rolled your eyes. Your annoyance levels were rising higher and higher by him just being here.

“Is that a yes?” He teased, his fondness of your little attitude growing bigger the longer he admired you. He genuinely missed you so much, his nights were long, he only saw you through his camera or in his dreams. You were an angel to this man, a being sent from the heavens above. He would do anything and everything in his power to have you, you could call it obsession or love, nonetheless he would do anything for the woman in front of him. He would beg and get on his knees for you, he would tear the sun itself from the sky if you asked him to. He was head over heels for you, though you would never know just how much he loved you, he showed it in the only way he could.

You stared at the ground as your tongue poked through your cheek in thought. You finally looked up at him and let out a frustrated sigh. A small and quiet yes fell from your lips as you rolled your eyes.

He smirked down at you, cupping your cheek knowing he won this time. He kissed your lips gently, his lips were surprisingly soft and the passion in it was half expected. As he pulled away he pulled you into him and hugged you tightly, holding his soulmate as close as he possibly could.

“I love you mami”

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frogsarecoolandsoamj · 2 years

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✨Mouth full✨

Aged up! Billy and Stu x reader fic!

warnings: smut, foul language, knives, getting cut, blood, anal, vaginal sex, squirting, reader uses she/her pronouns, nicknames (ex: princess, sweetheart, pretty girl etc.) being recorded, dubious consent, oral both male and female receiving, choking, hair pulling, blackmail (kinda?) reader is also younger then both men. Oh and spanking

a.n: this took so fucking long, so I hope y’all enjoy

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE AND THANK YOU!

You didn’t mean to get stuck in this predicament. Albeit an enjoyable one, with Mr. Loomis touching you and Mr. macher recording the whole thing on his phone. “This is what happens when pretty little sluts wanna get into someone else’s business, they get their pretty pussy played with until they’re all dumb and drooling, this is what you wanted huh? You wanted to get caught? Answer me princess, or I’ll stop playing with your cute little cunt.” Mr. Loomis growled into your ear.

This had all started when the 25th anniversary of the Woodsboro killings that were put to a stop due to Mr. Loomis and Macher having to kill Neil Prescott, which was the father of Mr. Billy Loomis’ late girlfriend Sidney. Another person killed was Mr. Macher’s girlfriend, a girl named Tatum, who was officer Dewey’s little sister. Billy and Stu (Mr. Loomis and Macher’s first names) were able to live through the brutal murders of Neil Prescott and survive to tell the tale, but you had suspicions. You’ve always had.

When the anniversary was announced to take place a Stu Macher’s old house where it all happened, your friend begged you to go with “Come on! It’ll be fun, I promise! It gives us a reason to go somewhere and meet them! You have to admit, they’re both SOOO hot!” Your friend squealed. You reluctantly agree to go, only because this could give you the opportunity to actually find out if those men were telling the truth from 25 years ago. Once you got there your friend rushed you into the house, where you were greeted by almost everyone from the town, including kids and even the elderly talking amongst themselves and having fun, you just didn’t understand how anyone could feel safe where gruesome murders had happened. You had gotten distracted and your friend was no where to be seen. So you took this as an opportunity to go and investigate the house a little. This led you to go into the house’s garage, where Tatum had been murdered by Mr. Prescott.

You quietly snuck in and shut the heavy door behind you. You turn on the lights and look around. It was clear to you that not much had changed for the past 25 years. The place had been collecting dust and once you looked over to the garage door, you saw what seemed to be where Tatum had been murdered. You knew that she had tried to escape through a doggie door, and was crushed, but my god it felt surreal to be in the same place where she was murdered. It made you feel absolutely sick and uneasy. You walked up to the doggie door cautiously and observed it. You kept reminding yourself ‘a girl lost her life here, and we’re throwing a party, she was murdered, so many people were murdered here and we are throwing a party.’ You finally got the the doggie door and bent down towards it, lightly touching against its frame. It made you feel even sicker and you felt like you were gonna cry. Once you finally stood up to walk away you heard his voice.

“Checking out the garage? You know, we have food in the kitchen.” You jerk your head around to look Billy Loomis smirking at you, one of his eyebrows now quirked up at you questionally. You felt uncomfortable, obviously. “Or are you just snooping around?” He teased leaning against the door frame, holding a beer bottle. You felt your face heat up and you look away.

“I’m sorry sir, I was just curious. I know what happened here in this garage and just wanted to see, wasn’t trying to be disrespectful.” You blabber out a bit. You heard him chuckle, which made your stomach flutter for whatever gross reason. You didn’t want to get flustered around this man, there was something wrong with him, and you knew it. As you were in your head for a moment he had already walked up to you, now infront of your face, almost blocking you from the door.

“Sir? There’s no need for that dear, you can just call me Billy.” He said with a sly smile. He held out his hand, which you took after looking at him with slight scrutiny. You shook his big hand, and he quietly laughed under his breath. “Anyways,” you stammer out, feeling like the atmosphere just got super heavy all of a sudden. “I should head back inside.” You say with a slight nod to the door, backing away from him and moving past him. He let you as you walked to the door. You felt his eyes stare at your back as you left. You felt uncomfortable during that whole interaction, yet you also felt excited, and kind of… turned on? No, nope, you’re just imagining things. You try to reason with yourself as you walk away from the door. You look upstairs to see the Party host himself, Stu Macher, coming down. You watched him look at his phone then around the room then at you. You’re eyes locked and he grinned. He made a beeline straight towards you.

“Nice to meet ya! Welcome to the party!” He says with open arms, in a welcoming way. His grin was big, and he had a handsome face too, even if we was 42, he and Billy aged well.

“I thought this was an anniversary sir?” You questioned him. He dropped his arms and chuckled and scratched his chin, and you felt someone staring at you again. But before you could turn to look behind you Mr. Macher started to talk.

“Yeah, but I think the word party is easier and more light hearted than ‘ Anniversary of the day a guy murdered a bunch of kids and died. ‘ you know?” He made a good point, making you feel kind of like an idiot. He laughed at your embarrassment, but not in a mean way. “ aw come on, lighten up. You look like Billy, he’s always got his panties in a bunch.” He jokes.

“I don’t think it’s appropriate to talk about underwear in front of such a young girl Stu.” Mr. Loomis said, now behind the you. You felt your stomach drop as Mr. Macher nods a bit. “That’s true, my apologies. Billy always has this looked like someone pissed in his cereal. Is that better?” Mr. Macher laughs again and you turn to see Mr. Loomis roll his eyes and then look at you with a grin which made you jerk your head away in embarrassment. You were kind of sandwiched between these two men and you could feel people staring a little bit. “Um, Mr. Macher-“

“You can call me Stu, princess.” You felt your legs shut a little at that nickname. You gulped down your unease and your slight arousment as you look back up at Mr. Macher’s face. “Stu,” you say cautiously. “Uh, can you tell me where the bathroom may be?” You asked. You felt a slight movement behind you and Mr. Macher look behind you. “Yeah princess, it’s upstairs to your right, second door.” He answers. You rush upstairs to get away from all the noise and go into the bathroom and lock the door. You look yourself in the mirror, you felt gross for getting all worked up by two men who you were sure had more to do with the murders. But here you were, your core slightly throbbing and your face all heated up and feeling stupid.

After a few minutes of calming yourself down you quietly leave the bathroom and start to head down the hallway until you hear Mr. Loomis’ voice in one of the rooms. You quietly tip toe to the cracked open door and listen while having your back against the wall next to it.

“You gotta admit, that girl was cute, she got all embarrassed when you called her princess. Fuck, the way your legs clamped together was adorable.” You heard him growl. He was talking to Mr. Macher in there, you knew it.

“Yeah she is pretty cute, you ever get her name?” Mr. Macher asks, and you pull out your phone to start recording this conversation. “No, but I’ll found out, she used to go to our old high school, you know? And Just before she came up here she was snooping in the garage, said she was curious about Tatum’s death in there.” Mr. Loomis said while walking around the room. You could hear his footsteps get closer to the door, which made you tense up.

“Tatum, huh? You think she’s gotta hunch about us? She wasn’t even alive when killed those assholes.” Mr. Macher said, making you drop your phone almost. Part of you felt like this wasn’t real and this was a trap and the other part felt slightly prideful. Because you were right.

“Shut the fuck up. Someone could fucking hear us for gods sake. I don’t need you blabbering that stupid fucking mouth of yours with the door open. Anyone could be listening. “ Mr. Loomis was now walking towards the door and was about to shut it, but froze when your phone went off with a fucking notification. Your blood froze as you felt both of the men in the room go silent.

You looked over as Mr. Loomis pummeled himself through the doorway and frantically look around and finally make eye contact with you. You were still holding your recording phone like a dear in headlights. His mouth was slightly open and he now was leaning against the doorway with a slight scoff. You stop recording and shove your phone in your pocket and smile sheepishly. “Hi?” You say awkwardly with a shake in your voice.

“Hi.” He answers darkly. He grabs you swiftly and before you can even process it your shoved into the room both murderers were in as you were shoved against the wall by Mr. Loomis. “Wanna explain what you were doing?” His grip tightening against your arms, making you squirm and whimper slightly. Mr. Macher now over Mr. Loomis’ shoulder staring at you as he locks the door with a sick smile. “I know what you did!” You blabber out, trying to kick against Mr. Loomis and wiggle away. “ you guys murdered all of them, you guys are monsters, you’re fucking psycho-“ you were cut off by by Mr. Loomis slapping one of his hands against your mouth.

“You’re gonna shut that pretty fucking mouth of yours or I’m gonna have to cut out that cute little tongue, you hear me?” He asks, his face now in yours, and you could feel his breath against your cheeks and neck. Mr. Macher was grabbing something off of a chair in the room but you couldn’t see what it was. You look back at Mr. Loomis and bite his hand, hard. “Ow, you fucking little bitch.” He curses, and your try to escape his grip but he grabs you by your hair and throws you to the ground making you yelp out of pain and surprise and was now looking over you. His hand was now bleeding and you smirk and fill up with a bit of pride. He kneels down and grabs your chin roughly and makes you stare at him. “Listen here you nosey little bitch, you wanna run your damn mouth and be a fucking ditz like Sydney was, I’ll fucking kill you like I did her.” He threatens. Tears are now spilling from your eyes as you feel Stu sit down next to you on the floor and look at Mr. Loomis.

“Or, we can shut her up a different way Billy. She’s gotta cute mouth.” You felt your blood freeze one more as you look up at him through hazy and watered eyes.

“What?” You asked dumbly. Once you blink away the tears, you see Mr. Macher with a phone. His phone. Mr. Loomis chuckles and grabs against your thighs, making you squeal. “Good idea Stu. I think we could shut her up a different way.” He grins as he subconsciously licks his lips.

“Hold still pretty girl or else.” You winced at the cold metal now placed against your neck and you heard the small beep of the recording button go off. Mr. Loomis was now eyeing your leggings and started to pull them off of your body.

“What the hell are you doing-“ you squeaked out before Mr. Macher moved the knife slightly, more to scare you.

“Shhh princess, don’t wanna have to cut this pretty little throat, then we won’t be able to fuck it. And that would be a shame.” He says with a smile in his voice. You felt gross when your body reacted to the nickname as he now straddled you from behind and Mr. loomis ripped off your leggings. “Well, well, well.. looks like someone wanted this.” Mr. Macher teased, his phone leaning in slightly to zoom at your clothed cunt.

“You’re so fucking pretty down there.” Mr. Loomis growled. He grabbed the fat of your thigh harshly, enough to leave bruises and flipped you onto your stomach, causing the wind to be knocked out of you. He grabbed your hip and lifted your ass up. “Stay.” He commanded. You obliged with a slight whimper that didn’t go unnoticed by Mr. Macher who still had the phone recording.

“Aw, what’s wrong princess? Scared?” Mr. Macher teases grabbing your chin with his free hand after tossing the knife to the floor and making you stare into the camera as Mr. loomis starts to unbuckle his pants. “Now don’t make too much noise, we still have a party going on downstairs, unless you want people to hear how much of a slut you are. Be a good girl.” Mr. Macher coos as he slips his thumb into your mouth making you suck on it. “Good fucking girl.” He praises with a groan. You heard the noise of a belt buckle jingling and then felt a harsh slap against your ass. This causes you to jolt up more into Mr. Macher’s lap as you whimper trying not to yelp out. Then you felt a hand caressing against your ass, and then another slap from the belt.

“Naughty fucking bitch.” Mr. Loomis growls as he strikes your ass again with his belt. It made a loud noise as you whimpered and held onto Mr. Macher’s shirt to ease the pain. Mr macher finally popped out his thumb out of your mouth and brushed against your hair to comfort you as Mr. Loomis struck you again. Harder. “Fucking naughty slut, you fucking need a punishment. This is what you fucking deserve.” You cry out when he grabs you off of Mr. Macher and takes both of your arms to tie them behind your back with his belt. You could feel his painfully hard erection against your chest too, which makes you moan slightly. Mr. Loomis grabs your face to make you look into the camera as Mr. Macher unzips his pants and you could see a tent in his boxers. You could feel yourself getting wetter at the second. God, what is wrong with you? You’re letting yourself get toyed by monstrous killers, and you fucking loving it. Mr. Macher stands up and walks over to you, pulling down his boxers. His cock slapped against your cheek, making you gasped out as both men laugh at your reaction.

“What’s wrong Princess, never had a dick in your mouth?” Mr. Macher teases, “I can change that.” He takes his tip and presses against your lips. “Suck.” He demands. Before you could you felt the cold piece of metal against your skin once more . You look down to see Mr. Loomis lightly grazing you with the knife Mr. Macher had earlier. Your eyes widen in fear and before you can say anything, Mr. Macher slaps you, getting your attention back to him with a gasp. “I gave you a command, do it or Imma let Billy fucking cut you up like the piece of meat that you are.” He growls with a smirk. You cry out in protest at the feeling of Mr. Loomis letting the knife cut against your thigh, letting Mr. Macher finally enter inside your mouth with a satisfied groan once the tip finally popped in. He jerked his hips making him go deeper inside your mouth, making you gag when he hits the back of your throat. And since he wasn’t small, the guy was huge.“Fuck, good fucking girl, take my fucking cock in that virgin mouth of yours. Good fucking girl, take it, take it all.” He laughs out with a deep moan, which makes your pussy clench around nothing. You felt the knife against your shirt and it being cut off your body as Mr. Loomis does the same to your bra. You were now completely exposed to these two men. Mr. macher kept face fucking you as Mr. Loomis moved his other hand to play with your pussy, you could feel him rub against your clit, which made you jump up slightly at this new feeling. This earned you another cut to your already bleeding thigh.

“Stay still or I’m gonna fucking gut you.” He warns, knife against your stomach. You kept as quiet as you could when he slipped a finger into you. This made you moan against Mr. Macher. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet you little bitch. Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna fucking devour you until your doing nothing but screaming my fucking name, and I’m gonna make them all hear you.” He growls out as he adds another one of his thick fingers, moving them in and out vigorously as he curved them just at the right time. You were now moaning around Mr. Macher’s cock like a fucking slut.

“Good fucking girl, ah fuck yes, yes, yes!” Mr. Macher kept hitting the back of your throat, but then pulls out quickly and starts to jerk himself off, “open your fucking mouth.” He says, and you do as you’re told and open your mouth. He keeps jerking his cock until a strained groan comes from him and he cums onto your tongue. “Good girl, swallow.” He commands, breathless. You do, and it was salty and a bit unpleasant, but you couldn’t say no to him. Mr. loomis keeps pumping his fingers into you as Mr. Macher keeps recording, catching his breath.

“This is what happens when pretty little sluts wanna get into someone else’s business, they get their pretty pussy played with until they’re all dumb and drooling, this is what you wanted huh? You wanted to get caught? Answer me princess, or I’ll stop playing with your cute little cunt.” Mr. Loomis growled into your ear.

“Yes sir..” you moan out, which earns you a groan from him and harsher thrusts of his fingers. You felt a pool of heat build up inside you causing you to moan out more, “oh fuck, oh fuck, please, please!” You beg out, repeating yourself like if it was a bible verse as he keeps going, hitting your G-spot until you finally break. You squirted all over his hands and the wooden floor, crying out, breathless. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck oh god..” you pant out.

“Good girl, good fucking girl. Look at the mess you fucking made all over my hands and floor. I’m gonna make you clean it up like the little slut you are. Yeah, yeah you like that? You want that? I bet you do.” Mr.Loomis whispered in your ear. Making you whimper at his words and you winced when he grabbed you by your hair and forced your face to the floor where your squirt was. “Lick it up bitch.” He growled, knife up to your throat now. You did as you were told and licked up your mess as he groaned at the sight, while Mr. Macher watched with a delighted grin on his face, getting the camera closer to your face as you finished up licking your squirt. “Good girl, now my fingers.” He commanded. He grabbed your hair again and yanked it, pulling your head back and making you cry out. This gave him an opportunity to put his soaked fingers into your mouth. “Suck.” He demanded. You obliged and did what he asked, sucking and rolling your tongue against his long digits.

Once he pulled them out of your mouth, a string of saliva still connecting between it and his fingers, he grabbed your face. “Unzip my pants, and take my cock out. Give me a real reason not to cut that throat of yours.” You nodded and with shaky hands unzipped them and pulled down his trousers to reveal his very hard erection that now slapped against his stomach. He was a good 8.5 inches (28.5 cm) long. You stated in shock for a few seconds but then snapped out of it and your mouth opened up for him, he grabbed the back of your neck and forced your mouth down, not wasting time with your feeble attempt to get used to him. Mr. Macher groaned at the sight of your eyes watering as Mr.Loomis held you there for a moment. He was lost in his own pleasure as you tried to pull away and get air. He didn’t stop until you were practically trying to pull away, and he thought it was hilarious seeing you struggle to breath. Once he finally let you, you could only get a small gasp in before he grabbed your hair harshly and pistoned his cock into your mouth, thrusting in and out like if you were a pocket pussy. He used your throat as a fuck toy, his thick veiny cock going in and out of your throat with such ease make you so fucking turn on that you moaned against him as he kept at his brutal pace. At one point he had let go of your hair without you realizing as he still fucked into that pretty throat of yours and slapped you with his free hand. “Yeah that right you slut, oh fuck yeah, take my fucking cock down that little and tight throat of yours. Fucking gag on it, yeah good fucking girl, good girl fuck. Keep going.” He praised as he reached over slightly and slapped your ass, making you moan louder and kept going. His breathing started to quiver and become shaky and his brutal paced slowed, he grabbed you by your hair again and shoved your face all the way down to his stomach. He came into your throat with a satisfied and sultry moan that makes your thighs shut and rub. Mr. Macher finally walked over, phone still in hand and pulled you off of Billy. You were coughing and trying to catch your breath. He still had his pants down and forced your face down to the floor and positioned the phone to face all of you while he grabbed your hips and lined himself up with you.

“Wait, wait, wait!-“ you yelled trying to push away with your hand weakly but he grabbed it. “I’ve never had sex before, I’m a virgin!” You cried out. There was a small silence before Mr. Macher chuckled darkly, and you knew that they didn’t care, you don’t even understand why you thought they would stop. You know you wanted this, needed this actually.

“Well that’ll change soon pretty girl. Open for me, will you? I wouldn’t want to make this more difficult for the both us yeah?” He cooed as he caressed your arched back and you did what you were told, with shaky legs you opened them up for him to enter. Mr. Loomis watched with his cock in hand and his as he licked his teeth.

“I can’t wait to see that pretty face of yours once you get filled with cock princess, you’re gonna look so fucking sexy when he stretches you out.” He smiled.

You tried to reach for something to hold but it was too late, you felt Mr. Macher start to stretch out your little hole with only his tip. You paused for a moment as you panicked and looked back before he slammed himself inside you. Your backed arched at the intrusion and the sharp thrust of his hips against your ass. Which dug against it as you silently screamed. You was too big, oh fuck he was too much. Both men were chuckling at your panicked and pained face as tears welled up in your eyes.

“Aw what’s wrong baby, can’t handle my cock in you? Your slutty little cunt is weeping around it, so I’d say you fucking love it,” he says with a quick thrust which makes you squeal out in pain from the swiftness and his blunt tip hitting your cervix, bound to break your hymen if you haven’t already. You threw you head back rapidly at his movements, and Mr. Loomis grabbed your hands and guided you to find some comfort on his chest before Mr. Macher started pounding into your pretty little cunt. You tried your best to brace yourself as Mr. Loomis petted your hair and you said a small prayer under your breath before Mr. Macher snapped his hips in and out of you repeatedly. The wild thrusting of his hips inside your tight little cunt sent waves of pain as you dug into Mr. Loomis’s shoulders for comfort, trying to keep yourself from screaming. He groaned with a smile at the pain you were giving him and licked his teeth.

“Your doing great baby, yeah look at that fucking slutty face of yours. You’re fucking crying and dripping all over the floor like the little whore you are. Fuck yeah, fucking take it like the little bitch in heat that you are.” He slapped your ass harshly making you yell out, but he covered your mouth. “Ah, ah pretty girl. Can’t let anyone hear you. Your ours now, only we get to see these parts of you, taste you, touch you, fuck you however we please.” He growled. Mr. Macher still thrusting into you anomalistically and you started to feel amazing once he started to hit your g spot. You started to see stars meanwhile Mr. Loomis started to inch downwards to pinch and play with your nipples, sucking and licking your left tit. You whimper out happily as your eyes started to roll back at the feeling of it all.

“Please, please sir, please. Fuck me, fuck me harder. Fuck, yes, yes, yes. Oh god yes.” You whimper out, with an angelic little tone to your voice. Both of them groan and you feel Mr. Macher pick you up off of Mr. Loomis and grabbed both of your legs with his arms and lifted them up and fucked up into you. Your cries and whines of pleasure filling the room as your nipples started to feel cold without Mr. Loomis’s tongue licking them.

“Yeah you like when I put you in a full Nelson? You fucking like having your pussy filled like this, huh bunny? You fucking love being toyed with. Look at that fucking face. You fucking enjoy this. Fucking come for me baby.” Mr. Macher demanded. You felt yourself about to come undine soon and all you could do was whimper out their names . “B-Billy, Stu…!” You cried out as one final thrust sent you into an oblivion of bliss and pleasure as your squirted all over Mr. Macher, yourself, and the floor again. White hot pleasure sunk inside you and twisted your stomach, making your pussy flutter around Mr. Macher’s fat cock.

“Good fucking girl! Good girl. Oh fuck yes. Yes good fucking girl.” Mr. Macher praises, still thrusting into your battered pussy. The overwhelming sensation of him still thrusting into you before you could come down from your high made you squeal out from the overstimulation. Mr. Loomis shot a glance towards Macher and stood up , grabbing your chin to make you look up at him.

“Oh we aren’t done yet honey, I haven’t got my fill of you yet. “ he said with a dark smile, causing you to whimper. Mr. Macher pulled out of you and laid you in the floor. Mr. Loomis got into position and grabbed you up and held up only one of your legs and you thought he was gonna fuck your pussy. You were sorely mistaken as you felt his tip press against your asshole.

“Wait, wait, wait! N-not there Mr. Loomis!” You cried out, which earned you a slap on your ass. You whimper out and squeeze your eyes shut due to the pain.

“I know which hole I want. Now shut the fuck up and take it like a good fucking whore.” He said as he slowly pressed inside of you. It made your face crumple up with pain as you looked Mr. Macher in his eyes, begging for a piece of comfort , which he gave you by holding you other leg and positioning himself up with your pussy again. You cried out at him pushing himself inside of you once more as Mr. Loomis thrusted himself inside of your asshole with ease. The feeling was painful and pleasurable at the same time. It kind of felt like both of them were rubbing against each other but you knew that wasn’t true, due to the wall inside of you that was dividing the two thick cocks pumping into both of your tight holes. It felt like your guts were being rearranged by their animalistic thrusts, into your hot and bothered body, with no remorse or guilt. Not a single thought about the pain you were enduring while they were both busy chasing their highs, using you like a fuck toy. You were only there for those mens pleasure, and you knew it. You clawed at Macher’s back and squealed when Mr. Loomis squeezed your ass for support as he kept thrusting into your tight, puckered hole. You felt like you were about to break your hip with how fast and rough they were being with you.

“Yeah that’s fucking right baby, you’re taking us so good. Yeah you like being fucked in these pretty little holes. Yeah fucking take it, take it like the little slut that was made just for us. No one else is gonna fucking have you but us. Just us, these tits,” Mr. Macher grabbed your left breast harshly, “ these are ours, your pussy, that tight little cunt that’s squeezing my cock so well, that’s ours too. And your ass, oh it’s only ours baby. Only our cum is gonna be in you, only our spit, only our tongues. Only us, got it bitch?” He grabbed your face with a smile, making up stare into the camera. You nodded weakly. “Good girl.” He praised, as Mr. Loomis thrusted harder into your ass. You screamed out for a second before Mr. Loomis slapped his hand over your mouth.

“Shut the fuck up before you get us caught. No one needs to hear your pretty screams but us. Got that?” You make a noise of compliance as they kept thrusting into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck yes please.” You moan out, you look at Macher and connect your lips onto his, kissing and sucking at his tongue. He was surprised by this but didn’t deny it. He pushed his tongue down your throat and fucked into you, your sweaty and hot body pressed against his as you kissed his hot and swollen lips. You sucked at his tongue as Mr. Loomis latches his teeth into your shoulder and sucks at your skin, earning a groan from your pretty little lips.

“You gonna come baby?” Mr. Loomis teases. You pull away from Macher’s lips, a string of saliva connecting before it falls onto both or your chests.

“Uh huh, yes sir. Fuck, please let me come, fuck please let me come. Yes please, please, please.” You whine out before Mr, Macher grabs your throat and makes you kiss him again, this time with much more force and hunger in his part.

“What do you say, Billy? She’s been so good for us. And she’s taking you so well, should we let our little whore come again?” He questions with a taunt after he breaks away from the kiss. Mr. Loomis didn’t answer verbally but gave a quick nod as he kept thrusting into you. Mr. Macher chuckles quietly and sets the phone against a dresser near you all, propping it up against it to look at all of you, still recording. He brings his attention back you you and smiles sweetly. He kisses your forehead tenderly then thrusts into you like an animal once more. You were caught off guard by it and felt like you couldn’t breathe for a second while the wind was knocked out of you with his thrusts. Mr. Loomis grabbed your hips harshly and bucked into your body wildly, almost toppling you and Mr. Macher over as he chased his own high. Mr. Macher laughs at Loomis.

“Ah fuck!” You scream out. You didn’t care if anyone heard you at this point, you needed to come so badly. So so so badly.

“Calm yourself Billy, she ain’t going anywhere.” Mr. Macher joked. Mr. Loomis didn’t find it funny and he bit your neck as he kept thrusting into like Mr. Macher. You were so close, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Gonna come soon, how about you, Billy?” Mr. Macher asks. All you could hear was a grunt from Loomis. You felt so close, so close, so so so close. Then snap. It hit you like a truck once you felt the white hot pleasure boil in you, it felt like a flash bomb went off in your body.

Grabbing onto Mr. Macher for dear life, you screamed out silently. Tears started to spill from your eyes as you felt yourself shake uncontrollably from the intense orgasm that had just happened. Mr. loomis kissing the back of your neck, pulled out of you, painfully slow so that you could feel all of this thick veins pulse inside one last time. Once he finally pulled out, you felt empty without him. Huffing and smiling, Mr. Macher picked you up and pulled out of you too, leaving you on the floor, heaving and breathing erratically. Your body flinched when Mr. Loomis lightly grazed your soft skin with his rough and calloused hand.

“You did so well, pretty girl. I might have to reward you.” Mr. Loomis said coldly. His tone made you shiver, even if your body was super hot. Mr. Macher picked up the camera and pointed at your fucked body. “Smile sweetheart, you look beautiful right now.” He laughed out. You put on a weak smile and laid your head back against the cold floor. Mr. Macher walked up to you and picked you up and put you on the bed in the bedroom. You were a bit annoyed they didn’t just fuck you on the soft, comfortable and warm place of this room. Nope, the floor was better apparently. Mr. Macher noticed your face switch from fucked out to slightly annoyed. “Sorry, we didn’t think of that earlier.” He sheepishly admitted, Mr. Loomis scoffing in the background. “Let’s get you dressed and back to your friend before she notices you are gone.” He smiled, kissing your bruised neck. You nodded weakly to this idea and stood up only shaky legs. Both men, surprisingly, helped you get dressed. finding you a different shirt, because they cut your previous one, and you had to your with no bra either. Mr. Macher, being the pervert he is, took your pretty little panties for himself. “I’ll get you a new pair, next time you come and see me sweetheart.” You looked at him with confusion.

“I don’t even have any of your numbers?” You stated. Mr. Macher put you back on the bed and grabbed your phone, and gave it to you. “Here, open it.” You do so with shaky hands and let him put both mens name in the phone and handed back to you.

Once you finally are able to semi walk, you, Mr. Macher and Loomis all left the bedroom to all go downstairs. People were staring and you felt like you were gonna explode from embarrassment. Luckily for you, Mr. Macher knew how to make the attention get off of you. “Thank you all so much for coming tonight, I’m glad y’all had fun! But that isn’t it, we got fireworks in the backyard! We’ll be starting them as soon as everyone is outside!” He stated loudly enough for everyone to hear. Mr. Loomis leading you to your friend. Before you can get to her and explain, he pulled you back slightly with a grip on your waist and whispered in your ear “ you tell no one about this, or I’ll show up to your house and kill you right then and there, okay?” You gulped and nodded. “Good girl, now go play with your friends, me and Stu will keep in touch..” he chuckles. You shakily walk up to your friend, who had been looking for you.

“Where the hell have you been? I was so worried for you. It’s not like you to just up and leave. Oh my god you missed it but I’m pretty sure Mr. Macher and Loomis fucked some random chick in this place! Isn’t that fucking crazy?” She said, you chucked nervously and smiled. “Haha, yep totally nuts!” You said, looking back behind you, Mr. Loomis now nowhere to be seen. You look back at your friend. “ Do you mind taking me home? I’m really tired.” You asked. Your friend complained about wanting to see the fireworks, but upon seeing your face, could tell how tired you really were. They also noticed your change of clothing too. It wasn’t hard for them to connect the dots, but kept quiet on the matter. Once you finally had been dropped off at your house. You fell into your bed and passed out for a few hours.

You were awoken to someone standing infront of you, wearing all back, holding something in their hands. You were still waking up so your eyes were blurry but you shot up and almost screamed until they covered your mouth. Your initial response was to kick them until you saw the mask they were wearing. It was white, and ghost like, it looked Distraught. You knew who it was. He laughed and took off the mask. Mr. Macher revealing his face and looking over to your doorway.

“She’s awake now Billy, come on.” Mr. Loomis walked in, wearing the same costume, holding a knife. You gulped and look back at Mr. Macher frantically. He laughed and grabbed your face. “Oh honey we aren’t done yet with you. We were just letting you rest.” He chuckled out. Mr. Loomis now joining both of you on the bed, take his mask off as well and hovering over you. “ we decided to be a little festive this time though. “ he laughed out.

You whimpered and prayed to whatever god would listen and prepared yourself not to be able to walk the next day.

~The end~ For now!

A. N : I’m sorry for any spelling errors, so I fixed some and added a bit more to make sense of some stuff. I hope y’all enjoyed this, and if you wanna recommend any ideas please do!

#billy and stu x reader #scream smut #billy loomis #stu macher fic #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher smut #billy loomis smut #billy loomis x you #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #ghostface 1996 smut

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xjulixred45x · 2 months

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If you don't mind me can I request male reader who like Akaza from Demon slayer with the Hazbin Hotel.

Bonus: respect woman.

Hello! Normally i would Say no bc My Requests are Closed but you're lucky that i'm in a good mood to write and also i am a fan of this Man✨ 😭

Thanks for the Request ❤️

(to the other Readers, don't take this as something usual, the Requests are still Closed, i'm just in the mood to write THIS for now)

Akaza! Reader in Hazbin Hotel

Genre: headcanons

Reader: male

Warnings: Reader is a fighter, violence(?), hell, slight change in Akaza story so its not a Copy-paste and make "more sense",idk, I MAKE THIS IN A RUSH OF ✨INSPIRATION✨SO ITS NOT PROFFHEAD!!

You were born and raised in the Edo era, in Japan. and it was a nightmare.

You lived in poverty all your life, practically alone with your sick father who could barely take care of himself, but he always tried to take care of you above all else.

You spent a lot of your life trying to take care of him back, but it was difficult because of money, you couldn't afford it. so you did the only thing you could think of: steal medicine.

Obviously many times this didn't turn out well, and they ended up catching you and taking you to be beaten and tattooed like a criminal, but it was the kind of life you led until your father died.

That was when you hit rock bottom, but you met certain people who helped you move forward. a martial arts master and his sick daughter (who reminded you a lot of your father).

And it was the time when you lived better, you took care of your teacher's daughter and you learned from him, you had a good life.

you and his daughter even fell in love!

everything had fallen into place in your life...

until conflicts broke out again.

You don't remember much about your last days of life, it was a cycle of going, killing whoever got in your way, returning with whatever you wanted from your group, and whatever followed...

You just wanted to go home.

but you died before that.

and just as you expected, after everything you had done wrong in your life, you ended up in hell.

It wasn't exactly like the hell you had imagined growing up, but it was definitely difficult to adjust, knowing that you were dead, in this hole of misery, far from them...

but you didn't waste your time. You discovered quite quickly that several of your physical abilities had stayed with you, so you took advantage of them and became a quite formidable demon.

You wouldn't say you were an Overlord, but you were definitely an anomaly to Hell's QUO status, a demon who had become powerful without the need for owning souls.

something very strange.

so many Overlords, feeling threatened, tried to go after you, only to never be seen again...

As for the Hotel issue, I think that Akaza! reader would be skeptical, I don't think he would have a problem offering himself as a test subject for the hotel because 1- there is Alastor, someone very strong, and 2- he has a small hope that the hotel will work and maybe, just maybe he can redeem himself and go. to heaven with his love and his teacher, what he loves most. although he wouldn't say the last thing out loud.

Speaking of relationships, Alastor and him can actually get along in a very ambiguous way, Alastor is not happy with someone who is so strong without even having souls of their own, so he is cautious, but not in a threatening way.

Although there is something these two have in common, THEY RESPECT WOMEN.

Alastor can definitely introduce him to Akaza! read several of his female friends to be more "social" and get possible blackmail material.

Alastor secretly knows of the possible motives behind why Akaza! Reader would like the hotel to work, he thinks he is naive, but he doesn't make fun, Alastor partly understands why he feels that way. leaves him alone in that sense.

...but it bothers him in every other way! using it as an armrest, innocuous phrases, crushing it with things out of nowhere, etc. He always has something up his sleeve to piss him off.

but they can ally if women get involved ;)

Charlie is so so so so so happy to have Akaza! reader as another participant alongside Angel and Sir Pentious! She constantly thanks him for his collaboration and tells him how much it means to her.

Lots of encouragement during the trust exercises! she realizes that Akaza! Reader is not very talkative, and although he does not force him to change, he "subtly" encourages him to be more open with the exercises.

Although that does not mean that she admits the fights, she tries to encourage Akaza! reader to find another way to get out his anger and energy in less destructive ways.

I think I would be the only one who knows through Akaza! reader why he wants the hotel to work, and she is SO MOVED by him because Reader wants to redeem himself and that gives him a lot of motivation to do more exercises.

Aunaue is also sometimes a double-edged sword because she feels pressured not only by wanting to help her friends, but also by Akaza's cute motive! reader.

Akaza! reader is very protective of Charlie even if she is the princess of hell, he is like a bodyguard! or a very loyal pitbull. Charlie finds it endearing (but please don't rip that demon's head off please---)

Vaggie is scared of Akaza at first! reader for his aggressive nature.

She is afraid that he will end up directing that destructive energy towards them if he is very angry, so she is very cautious at first.

but eventually she can relax more and more with him as she realizes that (at least with women) he's not going to explode on anyone who doesn't deserve it. and that in fact he is a good man.

sparring together! Vaggie feels kind of bad that he doesn't have a gun, but is surprised at how tough he is.

If she finds out his reason behind going to the hotel, she supports him a lot in his journey of redemption, more than before, she empathizes with him.

They both have similar motives.

Vaggie really appreciates when Akaza! reader defends the female staff against Angel's out-of-place comments. she may even allow him to hit him.

You two are the main people in charge of protecting the hotel.

Let's be honest, Angel dust at first was just "flirting"/sexually harassing Akaza! reader until he beat him up and never did it again.

He thought he was simply bitter about life until he remembered that on one occasion he told him that "he was taken" and he didn't take it so personally.

After the duet with Husk, he went directly to apologize to him and they were on bad terms.

Angel occasionally likes to prank him like everyone else in the hotel, but he's considerably less annoying with Akaza! reader because he knows what he is capable of.

When he eventually finds out why he is "taken" and why someone like him is in the hotel, he can't help but empathize with him a lot (from his sister in heaven), and tries to be his "Husk" at his lowest moment. .

Even if technically Akaza!reader is stronger than him in every way, he takes care of him in his own way, watching his drink, not being robbed, etc.

Angel is definitely not used to so much respect when it comes to his gender identity, which is why he respects Akaza a lot! reader.

They generally start off on the wrong foot but manage to be friends.

Husk likes Akaza! reader, simply because it gets on Alastor's nerves and because he knows that he won't kick the ass of someone who doesn't deserve it. He knows everyone is safe with him.

He definitely knows about his reason for being in the hotel and pities him, respects his privacy a lot after that and doesn't let him talk drunk.

Husk may get to have his "loser baby" moment with Akaza! reader but in a platonic way, helping him when it is especially difficult to stay away from violence.

They can even have a father-son relationship, Husk is very similar to Akaza's teacher! reader in many ways EMOTIONALLY SPEAKING so Akaza! reader feels comfortable with him.

she definitely tells him things about her past as Overlord to entertain him.

Sir Pentious at first was TERRIFIED of Akaza!reader, his reputation was as a tough guy who went after evil people and Pentious (having his poor self-image) thought he would kill him as soon as he saw him.

but fortunately it was not like that!

but he was definitely avoiding it for DAYS before he heard from the others that Akaza!reader wasn't that bad and was actually quite nice. to give him a chance.

and Pentious did just that. and he was VERY surprised.

Akaza! reader has had to dismantle several of Sir Pentious's evil machines using his enormous strength, and although Pentious was heartbroken to see his machines destroyed, he was also VERY surprised by Akaza!reader's capabilities, even giving me more things to do. break and test their strength (imagine this pair getting to know the Rage Rooms).

Pentious Minnions occasionally go to Akaza! reader when P. is not there, which is fun to see because Akaza!reader would try to get away from the Minions that come after him like ducks.

Akaza! reader clearly notices Pentious's crush on Cherri, and encourages him to do something now that he has time.

(Can you imagine Akaza! reader's Koyuki becoming friends with Pentious in heaven? It would be Epico).

Mononeuronal pair.

Niffty is strange.

but I can definitely see Akaza! reader protecting it constantly. so Niffty likes him. But I wouldn't really say they are friends.

In general, everyone has some kind of respect for Akaza! reader. They hope you can reach your goal.

Shares, reglogs and comments are very welcome!

Again, this DOES NOT MEAN that orders are open again! I'm just taking a break and deciding what things to write and what not to. thanks for the request ✨❤️

#headcanons #male reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel charlie #hotel hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel sir pentious #kny akaza

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auteurdelabre · 7 days

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THE BLACKMAILING BABYSITTER CHRONICLES PART II

rating: 18+

summary: You're a babysitter to many of the families in your small town. When the father of one of your charges makes a move you see an opportunity to make enough cash to leave after college graduation.

reader: Is you babes. But she's graduating college and she's got a backstory you'll see...

tags/warnings: mentions of past intercourse, blackmail, infidelity, power imbalance, oral (m receiving), blue balls, not a great home life, dirty talk, Pedro Pascal characters, DILF's.

a/n: I can't even explain how this became a series. Hormones I guess.

series masterlist here

Part II: The Plan is Made

You're still smiling to yourself as you walk home from the York's that evening, recalling Dave's jaw dropped in shock as you crawled off of him, his cock still hard and thoroughly soaked with your arousal.

You kick off your shoes as you enter your apartment, giving a wave to your Mom and her new boyfriend snuggling on the couch before rushing into your room and giggling into your pillow, your face hot.

You can't help but laugh again when you place your babysitting money in your piggy bank. You graduate from college this semester and you're already counting down the days until you can escape this shitty town full of philanderers and broken dreams.

Unfaithful assholes.

Your own dad fucked around on your mom plenty of times. Left her heartbroken and believing she was worth nothing. You've gathered all this information second hand from your chainsmoking Nana that you've visited once a week in the nursing home since you were twelve.

Your old man took off the second the pregnancy strip turned pink with you. Part of you isn't even convinced he was your real dad. Your mom isn't exactly a shining star of model behavior. Pregnant at twenty-two, still working at the same diner she was back then, fucking her way around your small town. You've had more ‘uncles’ and ‘stepdads’ than most people have freckles but most of the time she's pretty harmless. Just a woman who drinks too much and looks for men in all the wrong places.

You don't even bother getting to know this one's name. He’ll probably be done by next week.

You close the door to door room before throwing yourself over your old twin bed. The same bed you've had since you were a kid. The only one you mom could afford. You think of Dave’s cock, the way it felt between your thighs. You wonder if your Mother downstairs was ever like this at your age. Early twenties and already disenchanted with the romantic world.

You wonder if it's in the genes. If you're destined to be unfulfilled.

You like dating. Like the sensation of power it gives you when your cunt is full and they beg you to come, but the college boys you've dated are so... Boring. Perhaps that's why Dave's advances hadn't put you off immediately.

You still can't believe it happened.

It wasn't your plan; you'd just been babysitting for the York's like you always did. Carol was upstairs, a little tipsy from the party that evening. The girls were tucked away asleep in bed and you were tidying up the kitchen before leaving.

Dave was putting away some of the dishes, trying to work off some of his pent up energy. Normally he would have been upstairs as well, leaving your money in its customary place on the kitchen table.

You’d already slipped it into your purse, internally calculating how much more you needed for an apartment in California; a place of dreams and sunshine. You had your babysitting job, your server job and between classes a few shifts at the library. But you were still far away from enough to start a new life.

You'd slid between he and the cupboard, just intending to put one of the cutting boards away when you realized your ass had brushed against his hard cock.

He'd been still, obviously terrified that you'd felt it. You think he must have been waiting for you to scream, his large hands tensed. But you weren't running away. You were just standing there between he and the counter. Then after a moment's hesitation your hand went behind you, sliding down Dave's front until you'd squeezed his aching cock as if make sure and Dave's knees nearly buckled. His hands went to either side of the counter, caging you in, holding himself upright.

"Why are you so hard, Mister York?"

He didn't answer you at first; likely going over internally that he was a good man, a faithful husband. But your hand held his cock firmly, squeezing again before sliding back in front of you.

You’d felt his hot breath on the back of your neck, the rasp of his blue linen shirt rolled up to the elbow. You’d smelled the cologne and the sweat leftover from his date night and something in that scent drove you to sigh gently, allowing him to press into you from behind.

"I'm just...so pent up," he finally rasped against your neck, hips jutting against your ass. "And you're so fucking hot."

You’d preened at this before casting a coy look over your shoulder all fluttering lashes and pink cheeks. You just know his clothed cock surged against his zipper, desperate to be buried within your wet heat. Saw the way his irises became black moons as you bit your lower lip sensually.

"Wanted to fuck you for months," Dave confessed in a hushed whisper, his broad hands starting to creep along the waistband of your skirt.

At this you'd tilted forward, your ass rubbing against his front more aggressively. From this angle you were sure he could see the damp spot forming on the gusset of your panties, peeking out from under your skirt.

You'd never acted so sluttish in your entire life. Never let yourself be seduced by a married man. But you were heady with the power you were holding over this big, strong man. All because of his desire for what lay between your thighs.

"You want me to help you, sir?"

"Yes," Dave groaned, his hips circling your ass and starting to shallowly rut. "Oh, fuck yeah."

You felt the smooth of his clean shaven face glide along your cheek as he nuzzled you. At the intimacy your thoughts went to Carol upstairs.

"But your wife," you'd whispered when his hands slid up under your shirt. His palms cupped your breasts, lightly pinching your nipples into straining points for him.

"She'll never know."

His voice was a husky rasp against your temple, his hard cock nestled between your pussy lips through your dual sets of clothing.

"Need to fuck you."

"Yes, sir," was all you whispered before he had you gathered in his arms, your legs wrapping around his middle, kissing his neck as he walked you both to the couch.

He dropped you to the ground gently before urging you to your knees, quickly pulling his hard cock from his trousers. Your tongue was already out, waiting for him to tap the girthy head against it.

"Eager little slut," Dave groaned as your saliva mingled with the beads of precome at the rosy head. "Show me how a college girl swallows cock."

And so without hesitation you'd sucked his cock, humming around it wantonly as Dave murmured praises only you could hear.

"Is the babysitter still here? Dave did you hear me?"

You took him deeper into your throat and he'd gotten harder at that. You sucked his throbbing cock, tongue teasing the underside as he fought to keep his breathing even.

"Yeah honey. She's just finishing something up."

You winked up at him, his cock slick with your saliva as he bit his fist to keep from groaning.

"She's got classes in morning! Don't work her too hard!"

You couldn't help but poorly suppress a laugh at that.

"Am I working you too hard, little slut?" Dave crooned, watching you bob along his length before pulling off, your mouth damp.

"He's not ma'am!" You called up cheerfully as you rose from off your knees, coming to straddle an eager looking Dave on the couch. "I like doing my job thoroughly!"

You began to grind your pussy against his cock, only your panties under your skirt separating your carnal union. His hands had been on your ass gripping, pulling you down and this is when you'd settled in his lap, his eyes blown black with need.

"We should stop," you told him solemnly. "Before we go too far. You're married."

It was a last chance. A moment for him to see the error of his ways. But he was already pulling your sweater up over your head, almost ripping the bra from your body.

"I don't give a fuck," he all but growled. "I need this.”

And there it was: the turning point. The moment where you decided he wasn't getting off. Not by you.

He'd been so arrogant as he stuffed his cock in you moments later. His mouth in a curled smirk as he watched you bounce up and down on his rigid length.

Show me why I'm fucking you and not my wife.

You'd enjoyed your time, chasing your own high with abandon. You fucked Carol York's husband in their family room while the TV murmured quietly in the background. You came all over his cock, soaking the hair at the base and then you'd left him still hard and staring after you.

But you didn't feel guilt. Oh no. You'd exposed Dave for what he was and you'd denied him what he really wanted. And now he has to live with that for the rest of his days. Secretly wondering if you'll tell his wife, paranoid out of his mind.

The thought amuses you. It actually makes you a little wet.

The funny thing is you've always been the ‘good girl’. The one who always had her homework done. The one the teachers praised. You wanted to prove that just because your family was poor and your mom a little slutty that you weren’t a lost cause. You could be better than where you came from. A flower blossoming amongst weeds.

But after tonight all you want to do is be bad because it feels so good.

You want men like Dave York babbling and desperate because you like denying them. Pulling off their cocks at the last minute, leaving them with throbbing members and blue balls as they all but beg you to keep going.

This is what you tell Sarah a few moments later, the two of you giggling over the phone, your voice a hush so your Mom and boyfriend don't hear.

"You just got up and left?"

"Yeah," you say as the two of you collapse into giggles. "He was just staring like a goldfish when I told him I was leaving."

Sarah has been your closest friend since you started at college four years ago. Together in many of the same classes, running with the same group of people until at a freshman bar crawl you both bonded over your drunken dancing and realized how well you clicked.

"Serves him right," Sarah insists on the other end of the phone after the laughter subsides. "He was cheating on his wife."

"And men like that don't deserve to come," you finish. You roll onto your back, looking at the chipped polish of your nails.

"You know you could do some really bad shit to him," Sarah whispers conspiratorially.

Your attention is immediately piqued. You roll onto your stomach, ankles crossing behind you.

"Like what?"

"Blackmail."

The thought sends a tingle up your spine. Blackmail. It sounds sophisticated and terrifying all at once.

"Do you have anything incriminating?"

"Just an audio of what happened," you say with an oily smile. "I hit record when he was unbuttoning his pants."

He'd been so fixated on fucking you that he hadn't even noticed your finger surreptitiously sweeping over your phone under the coffee table.

At the time you hadn't known why you did it, but now you're so thankful you did.

"Perfect. Listen to it and see if there's anything juicy you can use."

"Sarah Miller, secret extortionist," you smile over the phone. You're about to say more when she cuts in.

"Shit, Dad’s calling me for dinner. Let me know if there are any more developments, kay? Love you!"

"Love you double."

You pull out your phone, hitting play on the recording and listening. There's no mistaking the sound of Dave's grunts and your moans. It sounds absolutely sinful, wet slaps and muffled groans and then a particularly incriminating whisper.

“Go on and come for me, college girl. Show me why I’m fucking you and not my wife.”

Bingo.

You smile as you pull up his number on your phone. You only have it because of babysitting. Your messages before have been adroit, bordering on cold. Dates and times. Questions about bedtimes and allergies and now ....

Hi Mr. York. It's me. Thanks for the ride. 😉

Glad you got home safe.

Do you give all your babysitter’s rides?

Only when Carol thinks I should.

Your wife is very thoughtful.

Next time we’ll make sure we’re home early enough for you to take the bus.

Dave isn't stupid enough to put anything incriminating in writing. But thankfully your phone captured more than a little verbal confirmation as you have just recently heard.

Would hate for your wife to hear this since Carol's always been so sweet to me. [Attch: collegegirl.mp3]

You can almost hear the pin drop over in the York home. You imagine Dave next to Carol in bed, his balls blue and a frown on his handsome face. You don’t know if you’re expecting anything really. Maybe Dave and Carol have an open relationship for all you know.

Then his text comes through.

What do you want?

This is all happening so quick. You kind of can’t believe that you’re typing this, sending it off. You pause, trying to think of what something like this is worth to a guy like Dave with his big house and perfect, shiny family.

Money.

There's a long pause, one where you can imagine Dave anxiously pacing around his home, dark gaze narrowed in anger.

I’ll give you $5k. Plus I want your phone.

Your eyes blow wide at this. That's a lot of money. Much more than you actually anticipated receiving from him. You actually stare at the phone in disbelief. The sound of your mom and boyfriend laughing a soft muffle.

When you don't reply right away Dave sends another message.

Deal or no?

Deal. Payment in cash within 24 hours. Plus $1k for new phone.

Pick up at 2pm tomorrow. My house.

You know what he's planning. You're not stupid. He'll use brute force for all you know. Or he'll insist he get his money's worth, that you finish what you started on the couch. Neither option appeals to you in the least.

Drop off tomorrow at 2pm. Coffee shop at 6422 Balmaceda Terrace. Leave it with a girl named Sarah Miller.

You turn off your phone then, blocking his number so he can't reach you. You know it'll drive him crazy and the thought makes you giggle again.

You'll call Sarah to tell her all about the plan and her part in it later. You'll even give her a couple hundred for her trouble. For now you go through your list of families you babysit for on your phone. Ones with sexy father’s that seem to have wandering eyes and hands.

Mr. Mareno? No, he's a widower. Nice guy that’s never leered at you or made you feel like he was studying you behind his thick glasses when you babysat his daughter. You go through a few more names of the dads you babysit, muttering their names: Daniels, Tovar, Phillips, Pike.

Mr. Maxwell Lord makes you stop. He's a maybe. He and his wife and going through a rough patch. But he's always given you hugs that last a little too long.

Then a name pops up for a family you haven't sat for in months. The one with the cute, shy husband that had a charming smile and never, ever made a move on you. But whose eyes lingered just a fraction to long on your ass when you bent over to pick up his son.

The man that had cunnilingus porn by the truckload in a poorly concealed folder on the office computer desktop. One you'd used to get the number for the pizza place when your phone was dead.

One that you subsequently covertly explored when he and his live-in girlfriend Dana went out for date nights, leaving you alone with their sweet tempered toddler.

His porn searches were even more enlightening. You'd sat for them maybe three months and in those three months his search had gone from standard threesomes and light bondage to include such items as "eating out my naughty babysitter" and saved videos with titles like "I caught my babysitter playing with herself!" To "fucking my babysitter while my wife is in the next room".

You hadn't been able to babysit for them for months due to your scheduling with your second job at the restaurant in town. But something told you that you'd be calling in sick to your serving job this weekend.

You feel a sinister smile break out over your features as you compose your final text of the night to Sarah.

Who??

I've got my next target.

Mr. Frankie Morales.

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rubra-wav · 2 months

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SFW Vox x Reader head anon request where the reader was his nibling on Earth but he died when they were very little. They ended up very lost and numb due to the death and found the only time they felt anything was in a fight so they became a bouncer, which is actually what led to them dying at 28. Reader doesn't realize who Voc is until they hear him speak.

Vox x Former relative reader headcanons

A/N This is a very hyperspecific request, so I hope you understand I've made it a little more general. 🙏

General plotline and idea is kept tho - bit vaguer, however.

Reader was his favourite relative btw, if this man saw just some random family member come up to him I think he'd just swat them away faster than light ngl.

Cw: Sfw, platonic obv 💀, gn reader

- When you showed up before Vox, he didn't recognise you at all either. He'd died when you were young, and when demons die they don't exactly come back looking 'normal'.

- So when you show up before him after seeking him to speak for several weeks - sending letters to meet him in person like your life depended upon it, claiming you had something very important to discuss with him, he doesn't recognise the sinner who clearly died while enthralled in extreme violence before him.

- When the people who escort you into the room leave, leaving you two alone at his request, Vox's first instinct is to interrogate you.

- He immediately assumed you had some sort of blackmail on him and were trying to play games to extort money from him or something.

- But, when you're lunging forward at him to wrap your arms around him while calling him an extremely specific nickname he hadn't heard in decades, he's at a complete loss in disbelief.

- When his initial shock wears off and he realises who you were to him, he doesn't know how to react properly and sends you away, saying he needed a bit to think and he'll contact you again.

- The conflict between his past self that he was when he knew you, as compared to the self he is now, has him absolutely reeling.

- It wasn't exactly foreign for him to come across people who knew him from his shows when alive, but not somebody who had actually known him as a family member - much less one who still thought highly of him after everything he'd done to end up there.

- When he finally calms the hell down, he tells you not to tell anybody you two are related for your own safety (and his own image), and that he will help provide whatever you need.

- He'd be distant as all hell from you, but would still want you to be safe. Both of these are due to him having a particular soft spot for you even now.

- Would probably consciously make an effort to try be an asshole to make you not want to see him- then feel kinda bad when you still want to see him and obviously still very much love him. 💀

- Even if you want to spend time around him really bad, he'd probably not give in most times.

- if he does spend time with you though down the line, he's just screaming inside the whole time because he actually gives a fuck in the same way he did back in his life and that's terrifying to him after living in hell. You don't get to his standing with caring about many people.

- Would be super paranoid during the whole thing as well about someone somehow finding out (especially the Vees because he'd never hear the end of it and if Val ever tried to flirt with you he'd probably go apeshit despite his on and off thing with him. )

- If anyone ever saw you were a soft spot to him, that would instantly make you a target. And, because it bruises his ego to know he still gives this much of a fuck about a relative who he hadn't seen in decades.

Writing this made me realise just how funny Vox would be as one of those bitter adoptive father figures who didnt sign up for this shit but just very begrudgingly love their 'child' and fucking hate themselves over it. 💀

#hazbin hotel #vox #vox headcanons #vox x reader #probably ooc but this situation would be gold with him #hes just on his random bs and then this former family member shows up and he unintentionally becomes a father figure to them #and is just conflicted horrified and embarrassed that he actually gaf about someone in this really platonic wholesome way #i just imagine him holding readers hand with the SHITTIEST look on his face like 'what the fuck am I doing with myself' 💀

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karma for your abusive father

• pile one •

cards:

inner child

faceless ghosts and the haunted girl - “ghost people”

athame - boundaries

sundress - “do it for you”

fragmentation

eistibus- “angel of divination”

the first thing that i’m seeing is that his inner child wounds will be deeply triggered - especially any abandonment wounds that he may have. he seems very selfish and he’s leading himself down the path of being completely alone. many people will put up boundaries with him, and he’s going to be haunted by the past. he’s losing connections with people who could’ve been of extreme help and value to him. but his selfishness is what will push everyone away. he’s going to suffer from either mental health issues or maybe even spiritual damage. he could be getting spiritually attacked by someone, and this is deeply effecting his psyche. if you have put any spell-work on him, it’s working. spiritually and mentally, he’s definitely going to be fragmented. i’m seeing major depression. he’s going to have to know that you’re living life completely for yourself without the need for any help from him. any boundaries that you put up with him is going to really bother him too. you could have siblings who also cut him off, and he’s going to be followed by all of his fuck ups and mistakes when having to think about this. he’s plagued with peter pan syndrome. never wanting to actually grow up and mature. being a child in an adult’s body while being a mess of a person at the same time. his karma is mainly you protecting yourself from him as well as many others. this is what’s leading him to his loneliness where he has to sit alone with his thoughts that he can’t run away from. he’s going to have to see you live life in the way that you want to and lead yourself to accepting yourself radically and relentlessly - something that he has never done for himself. which is probably why he tries to tear down anyone’s self esteem that he can. but he’s going to be left as the lonely, broken person that he tried to harm other people into being. he’s not going to feel any type of happiness or fulfilment. at all. aries energy is prevalent here.

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• pile two •

cards:

home

library - “take control of your own narrative”

atonement

strange valentine - love is strange!

hearth - homecoming

raziel - angel of mysteries

your father is going to really have to pay for whatever he’s done. he’s manipulative. constantly trying to lie and change the narrative of a story. particularly regarding with what happened within the home or your childhood home. he’s going to have to face major judgement for this. there’s a point where he can no longer lie, and i’m seeing him face a lot of backlash from others - maybe extended family. whatever secrets that he’s keeping is coming to the frontline. if your father is weird af in his relationships - like dating much younger women, or teenage girls, then i feel like this is something that is kept quite hidden. there’s a repetition of the home as a topic in his karma. if he’s abusive towards a partner, i’m seeing this partner telling someone about it. perhaps contacting someone like a family member from “back home”. he’s going to be a puppet on a string for someone. this could even be something extreme like blackmail for some of you, from the very same person who he assumed was too naive or easily-controlled to take a stand for themselves. he’s going to be forced to ask for forgiveness. he could literally have to “move back home”. whether that’s with a sister specifically or some other family member, and this would be due to losing his home. i’m getting a really sick message, so feel free to skip the following sentences: your father could be a major creep towards you. he could’ve completely been inappropriate with you in an extremely sick and weird way, and if that applies then i’m extremely sorry that you had to go through this. but this is the secret that will cause him to be exposed for who he truly is. you could be the person who he thought was too under his control to actually expose anything, but i’m seeing that you know exactly how fucking weird he is. he underestimates that. and this doesn’t have to be anything like extreme abuse (although it definitely could be) but perhaps this is about your father being emotionally incestuous and treating you more like a partner (putting weird ass standards and expectations onto you, your body, what you wear, etc) than his own fucking child. he’s getting so much karma from this. overall, everyone will eventually turn his back on him and he’ll really be put into the position of asking for forgiveness. not that this would make any difference.

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• pile three •

cards:

wild

red - “forgive”

sacrifice

marie masquerade - “glamour, intrigue, and drama”

samhain - death

uriel - “angel of flame”

your father is going to be plagued by a turbulent life, full of dramatic situations and stresses. and i’m seeing that your father could be a cheater. a womaniser. he acts like he can’t control his actions towards “sexual temptations”. he’s going to be finessed and played by a woman to the highest degree. a young woman who knows how to use her looks to her advantage. he’s going to fall for this like the no-self-control-having, thirsty person that he is. and she’s going to be a dark divine feminine that is coming in to be your father’s karma. this entire situation could lead to your father being exposed as a cheater which would result in the complete destruction and ending of something that he has built - i’m seeing tomatoes so this most likely relates to the family dynamic. there’s definitely going to be a major ending for him that is going to make him feel like his life is in complete rubbles. he’s going to have to sacrifice something too. something that he thought that he was ready and prepared to bear the fruits of, but it’s being ripped away. or someone’s going to sacrifice him and cut him out of their life (for some of you, it’s your mother). he’s not going to receive any forgiveness for whatever he has done. his karma could even be getting his ass beat with this “angel of flame” card. he could have a temper and be so used to being able to snap on people without consequences, but he will try the wrong one - one day. and his ego is going to be humbled greatly. i’m seeing continuous trickery throughout this reading though. i really feel like he’s going to be tricked, played, and exposed for who he actually is. and he’s going to be left in a state of not being able to find value in anything - even if he’s at least financially abundant after this karma hits, it won’t matter. what he decided to prioritise won’t bring him any type of fulfilment or peace, and he’ll be left with what he was chasing after this whole time - but without whatever this is that he seems to regret losing at this point. whatever it is that he felt brought him security that he doesn’t deserve. he’s going to feel like he’s having to navigate something completely foreign to him after this - like he’s a teenager or a young adult figuring out life for the first time, all over again.

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amethystroselily · 2 years

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Chuuya is such a… sad character honestly. And not even just the whole “being a human experiment” thing.

Like, sometimes I think about everything that happened in Stormbringer and then how his life is going right now, and honestly it’s just depressing? Like all that for this????

He reached his goal of becoming an executive and learning about his past. What now? Continuing to live in this horrible environment, staying loyal to his horrible boss who blackmailed him into joining in the first place, because he knows best, trying to protect a group of people he knows will just die in the end over and over and over again? Like it all just feels so futile at this point. That man has so many groups of dead friends. Like at least three in canon (PLUS a group of friends who betrayed him (the sheep)), that’s got to eat away at you bit by bit until you’re just numb.

Does he have hobbies? Does he have anything to work towards? He has morals but he ignores them in favor of Mori’s, so while he occasionally saves the world he also murders people for money. He doesn’t feel like he has any sort of positive impact on the world. And we know he feels like he’s beyond saving. He somehow feels responsible for everything that’s ever happened and has never had any real control over his own life. He gets over important things so quickly and it’s probably because he just stopped caring at some point. Like he does, but he just doesn’t have it in him to stay angry. Not when it matters.

And then there’s Dazai, one of the worst people he’s ever met, someone he despised for being so numb, so uncaring, and now here he is, actively trying to make a difference. And here’s Chuuya, stuck right where he was as a teenager. That’s so fucked up.

Like, he could leave in theory, he’s pretty much the strongest ability user in the series, but what would be the point? How would he even utilize that freedom? Would it even be worth it?

But I guess that concept of trying again and again even though it could all end up completely pointless, is just part of what being human means to him.

#Chuuya and Higuchi both represent the horror of being stuck in a corporate job you hate actually #bsd nakahara chuuya #bsd stormbringer spoilers #bsd stormbringer #bsd dazai osamu #bsd mori ougai

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OH GOT THIS IDEA so you the the Taylor swift song ‘karma’ right? What if karma heard them singing this? I feel like he’d be red-

(just a thought :D)

-🍓

𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓

notes. please taylor is my entire music life she's all i've been listening to for the past 6 months

i've imagined this scenario soooo many times

you've got your earbuds in, you're lying on the couch, and you're reading or something. just letting the words of the song slip out.

he's interested as soon as he sees you. hangs around behind a wall, secretly taking a video to blackmail tease you with later.

and then you get to the chorus and he's. just. jaw dropped.

doesn't stop recording and accidentally drops his phone. makes a very large effort not to let it hit the ground.

he'll tuck it in his pocket and walk up behind you, hanging his arms over the couch as he rests his head on them.

looks over at you with a teasing smile. maybe raises his eyebrows.

only when you reach the end of the chorus do you notice him. you scramble to turn it off.

"oh... hey."

"hi. heard you singing about me."

"who says i was singing about you?"

"oh, so you mean i'm not your boyfriend, a god, the breeze in your hair on the weekend, a relaxi—"

"okay, okay—you made your point, shut up!!"

but you do notice the tinge of pink on his cheeks. as much as he might try to tease you, he's only making it worse for himself.

he climbs over the couch, snuggled next to you. offering him an earbud, you restart the song.

karma looks over at you playfully any time he hears his name.

oh god, if you show him the ice spice version he will go crazy.

wide eyes the whole time, his features unchanging as the smile on his face creepily stays plastered across his face.

literally the epitome of the 😀 emoji.

notes. i don't get why people don't like the ice spice version it's literally so good 😭😭 okay it's a bit slow doesn't mean it's not good

anyways i went to the eras tour on 5/13 🤭 forever & always and this love were my surprise songs i was so happy f&a is top 3 on fearless for me

#screaming in the void #and the void screams back #assassination classroom #fluff #ass class #hee hee #karma #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader #akabane karma x reader #karma x reader #akabane karma #karma taylor swift #karma ice spice #me and karma vibe like that #reader fic

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deliciouskeys · 6 months

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11 Homie and Butchlander 👀

Meme link

11 homie, forced to share a bed/fake relationship

Hmm. Homie is always crack in my hands, sorry Anon!

HL gets depowered by Soldier Boy in herogasm but they don’t kill him. They drag him into some scary warehouse and chain him up while Billy’s trying to decide how to most enjoyably off him, or whether they’d better keeping him alive to take down Vought. Hughie gets charged with taking care of their prisoner during the few days when these decisions are getting sorted, bring him food and water, hose him off etc, and HL’s so pathetic and begs so much that Hughie can’t take it anymore, he tries to convince Billy not to kill him by appeals to human rights and the wrongness of the death penalty but Billy’s like “lol what the hell have you been smoking”, but Hughie gets desperate because he’s sure killing defenseless people is wrong, and he’s in the trenches watching this wet tissue of a man deteriorate further every day, and no matter how many atrocities he’s committed in the past Hughie thinks it’s wrong to execute him. So he blurts out that he fucked HL and wants to keep him alive, and Billy seems to respond to something sordid like that much more than any humanitarian arguments. In reality, Billy fully knows Hughie is making shit up, but he wants to watch how far he’ll commit to the bit, because Billy’s a sadist lol. He suggests chaining HL up in Hughie’s bed for easy access, and Hughie’s like “what in my actual apartment? :c” and Billy’s like “Yep.” Hughie has to assure Annie there’s nothing actually going on between them, but now depowered HL is just hanging out in his bedroom and Hughie’s committed to the bit, and she’s disgusted and tells him she’s not going to live in the apartment and Hughie can just visit her in Vought Tower if he wants to (she never left the seven because canon diverged at s3e6). HL is still very grateful for Hughie getting his life spared and one night when Hughie is thinking “FML” and trying to sleep, HL is like “but can I actually do something for you?” from his air mattress on the floor, and Hughie briefly considers taking him up on the offer for some stress relief.

11 butchlander, forced to share a bed/fake relationship

Alright, this is a pretty fucked up scenario, but I actually really like the idea of HL and Billy having to pretend to get along for Ryan’s sake. And Ryan keeps upping the stakes, wanting them to have dinner together, go on vacation together, then eventually asks why they don’t all live together. Billy’s not going to disabuse Ryan of this impression because he figures this is the only chance he has of a relationship with him. HL tries to reason with Ryan and is met with confusion because if they aren’t together why did HL have him with Billy’s wife, and HL gets all pale and realizes Billy has basically blackmailed him into pretending they’re in a relationship or he gets outed for how Ryan was really conceived. So they grudgingly spend a lot of time together and pretend to be on good terms whenever Ryan is around. Eventually HL’s like, “I’m fine with pretending to be in a relationship with you but I need sex in my life, and I can’t really date anyone else, Ryan’s not going to accept it :c” and Billy refuses point blank at first but eventually realizes HL can be pretty subby and obedient during sex and he’s actually into it. So they’re having nice horny hatesex at night and acting affectionate and loveydovey for Ryan during the daytime. HL eventually decides to go public with the “fake” relationship, much to Vought’s consternation.

#homie #butchlander #hughie campbell #billy butcher #homelander #lol #the boys #the boys tv #meme #mystuff #fic ideas #insane

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lady-of-the-spirit · 13 days

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tagged by @goldheartedchaoticdisaster thank you bestie ❤❤❤

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

55!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

183,074

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The short answer is basically "whichever one I'm feeling".

the longer answer is: Arata the Legend, the MCU (specifically my own OC content and Eternals), Good Omens, The Old Guard, The Wicked + The Divine, A Discovery of Witches/All Souls Trilogy, Doctor Who, Ted Lasso (in theory, so far) and like... other stuff I can't think of right now that I haven't published but still write for, and other stuff I have written fics for but wouldnt say I "write" for the fandom.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Okay

Rotten Work

Ethereal

First Word

everybody wants someone (i want to be somebody)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! Or I try to - I try to respond to every comment people leave, even if it's only a heart emoji or a 'thank you'. Because I want to show them I see them and appreciate them!!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Toss up between "no home sweet and no sweet home" with Joan having to run away from an abusive household in the middle of the night to a life of just constant running and loneliness she's not emotionally prepared for after having a relatively normal life and "my heart is a stone, my body is not my own" with Yataka dealing with years of blackmail, sexual assault and noncon suddenly being exposed to everyone by one of his abusers and just refusing to talk about it at all and rejecting the (admittedly flawed) attempt at comfort shown to him (points for being a fic I wanted to end with comfort and instead became my first hurt/no comfort).

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It's hard to choose but I'm gonna say probably First Word (link above) because. I mean how does it get better than Human!Ten, Donna and Jenny being a little family together and Jenny's first word being Donna's name and Ten being absolutely in love with his girls-

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Oh I did like, back when I was 13. My ATLA OC fic got cyberbullied by some dude on tumblr, who copy&pasted whole chapters of my fic and then would go through the chapter and add shitty comments.

The only good thing about that situation was that he even added a whole post to express his confusion that all the comments on my fic were positive. everyone else was loving it. and then he apparently needed to ruin me and left his own comment telling me he was reviewing my fic. which of course led to a shock and some hurt feelings but uh, seeing him annoyed at everyone else liking the fic helped lmao now I can look back on it with amusement like what was going on with that guy that he felt the need to harass a 13 year old.

I also got another comment on the same fic accusing me of plagiarizing their fic and OC because both my oc and hers could bend 2 elements and had sort of similar names and when I went to read her fic it was so completely different from my own I had to LAUGH.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've attempted it a few times but I really don't know what I'm doing with it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've never written a whole crossover - I admit I did start an au fic where all different studio ghibli characters were in the story of Anastasia the movie, but it did not get super far before I stopped.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

luckily no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but if anyone ever asked I wouldn't say no!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Oh my god.... I mean as hard as it is to choose it's gotta be TenDonna. like platonically, romantically, a secret third thing, they are amazing together and I love them so much.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I try to never say I'll never finish a fic, but there's one for certain I don't think I'll ever finish, Prince Mononoke - a role swap au of Princess Mononoke. I was writing it for years and had my grandma proofread every chapter before publishing. I put it on hiatus for years, but then she died, and it didn't feel right to keep going.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel I write dialogue really well. I try my best to hit the right voice for every character and I think I do a good job at it. And honestly it's hard for me to not write dialogue like half the time I'm like can you guys shut up already and progress the plot with actions instead-

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not as poetic as I'd like to be, I guess. Like. some writers are just fucking masters with words and I feel like I'm stammering. I'm also not super confident in writing romance - like, pining, or friendly relationship with a splash of romance for fun? I've got that. Actual romantic relationships? Not so much.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If I do, I use google translate and hope for the best, but usually I don't. Ethereal has a lot of Canadian French in it because Marianne is from Quebec, but I use my sister (a French Immersion student) as my translator.

I mean I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Like, use the best translator website you can find and hope for the best.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

If we want to get really technical it was for The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, before I even knew fanfic was a thing. If we want to be specific to published fic, it was Avatar the Last Airbender.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

UGHHHH HOW DO I CHOOSE

honestly I have no way to choose. So I'm simply not going to lol

tagging: @dani-luminae @sighonaraa @altschmerzes @jamietarttsnorthernattitude @fallenangelontheceiling @vinatintasupernovita @strangelock221b @mousedetective @linguini17 and like, anyone who wants to do this!!!! it's fun :)

#tag game

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ani-coolgirl · 8 months

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Compulsion, Cravings, Consequences, and Control

Written for @wincestwednesdays prompt 5: withdrawal

Read here on AO3

Dean attacks him the minute he walks through the door. There’s no other word for it. Sam barely makes it down the bunker staircase before he’s pinned to a wall, Dean’s mouth devouring his. There’s not even time to set down his bags; they slip from his fingers, contents spilling everywhere, so he can cup Dean’s jaw instead, his other hand going to Dean’s waist. They make out for a good five minutes, kissing out in the open as brazen as a new couple in high school, grabbing a spare moment between the bell. In a way, it’s not totally inaccurate. This—being together—is still new. It’s barely been a month since Sam pulled Dean’s phone away from his face one afternoon and did what he’d been too frightened to do his whole life.

(Sam still couldn’t say why he chose the moment when he did, exactly; if the trigger had been defeating Chuck, he should’ve have done it almost a year ago. Instead, he waited. What he was waiting for, he couldn’t say. For all the darkness in his head to settle and dissipate? To admit what he’s already known for too long? To finally feel safe? It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t like to analyze it.)

The point is, it’s still a raw, this thing between them. They’re still learning about this part of each other—the only part left they don’t already know backward and forward. They can be shy, awkward even, which is truly a bizarre state of affairs for two people who’ve known each other their whole lives. If Sam didn’t know Dean would talk smack for saying so, he would say they were going slow. He can still count on two hands how many times they’ve been past first base.

Dean’s hands drift downward, where he toys with Sam’s zipper. Sam’s brain comes back online. “Woah, woah,” he says, gently guiding Dean away. It takes a moment for Dean to back up, but luckily, he doesn’t look too put out—just annoyed. “What’s all this?”

Dean doesn’t answer at first, squeezing Sam’s hips and kissing up his neck. “Wassit look like?” he mumbles as his grip slides further back.

Sam jumps when Dean squeezes his butt. “Y-yeah, but—”

“But what?” Dean asks though he doesn’t sound too interested in the answer. “Don’t you wanna?”

Of course he wants to. There’s a little spot behind his left ear that makes his brain go pleasurably fuzzy and stupid that only one person in the entire world knows about—and Dean just became the second. Equally distracting is Dean rhythmically massaging his ass, occasionally gripping in a way that suggests something more intimate. And, of course, there’s the erection grinding against his front, which his own rapidly rises to meet. It’s almost humiliating how little it takes to get him going these days—they’re both way too old to be playing grab-ass like this in the front door of their house.

“Going kinda fast, aren’t we?” Sam gasps. He regrets the words the second they come out of his mouth. He’s also too old to be sounding like a junior on their first date. That’s good blackmail material for a few weeks, at least.

But Dean doesn’t jump on the opportunity to rib him. He’s too busy untucking Sam’s shirt from his pants. “So?”

“So? Dean—” Sam pushes Dean back, for real this time, far enough that Dean has to actually take his hands off him for a moment so they can both breathe. To his surprise, Dean’s face reddens in a way Sam knows isn’t just from arousal, fidgeting in place. “What’s going on?”

Sam tries not to go down the worst-case scenario track but it’s sort of habit by this point. Dean’s in danger. Dean’s cursed. Dean’s sick. Dean’s dying. Dean’s dying, and he’s trying to say goodbye.

Sam waits. Dean offers a weak grin. “I missed you?” he offers. Sam raises an eyebrow. True, he had been away for a pickup—very rare, very valuable lore books he negotiated away from a witch friend of Rowena’s for their library, all of which were currently dumped all over the floor—but he’d only been gone for two days, maybe two and a half. Dean, wanting no part of any“witchy nerd bullshit” opted to stay behind and run errands instead. There shouldn’t have been time or opportunity for Dean to get into anything untoward, but, well, they both have a history of failing miserably of keeping out of trouble. “C’mon, Sam, can’t we just—”

“Dean, seriously,” Sam interrupts firmly. “What’s going on?”

Dean’s face amazingly gets even redder. He scratches the back of his head and averts his gaze. “I, uh. I can’t stop thinking about it,” Dean admits.

It takes a moment for Dean’s confession to click. It. It. Three days before Sam left, he and Dean had gone all the way (gone all the way, Christ, how juvenile could he get) for the first time. It was strange. And clumsy. And they’d had to stop twice because it turns out, no, there is no such thing as too much lube. And Sam actually had to postpone his trip because sitting was such a pain and he bitched about for a good day and a half after.

And Dean couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Now Sam’s blushing too, neither able to look at each other. Sam would hardly call that his best performance. Any and all attempts to come across as sexy just became awkward when he realized the one looking at him had seen him through every (unfortunate) stage of puberty. Every noise that came out of his mouth was either too loud or too weird. And he knows he could have responded more, given Dean positive feedback during the whole thing instead of just snapping at him when he asked for the millionth time if he was okay. It’s not like it hadn’t felt good, eventually, but part of him had still been so freaked out that he when he finally came it was as much of a surprise as it was a relief. They didn’t even share a bed after, and Sam spent half the night utterly mortified, unable to sleep. He was sure it’d be a couple of weeks, maybe even a month, before they made another attempt. He didn’t want to wait that long but he couldn’t even look Dean directly in the eye right up until he left.

But now Dean’s studying his face with intense scrutiny, the embarrassment slowly fading from his own. “I was fine while you were still here but, man, the minute you walked out that door... I thought I was going nuts,” he says intently. “I kept having these flashbacks. Like, Full Technicolor Stereophonic Surround Sound.”

Sam winces. “That bad, huh?” he asks lightly. Dean shakes his head and steps a little closer.

“It’s never been that way before, you know? Not even after my first time.” Cautiously, Dean reaches out, laying a hand on Sam’s arm. “I kept thinking about... hell, I dunno, everything. How you taste, how you smell. The look on your face when I finally got naked. What you look like naked, obviously.”

There must be something on his face giving Dean the green light because he steps closer, trailing his hand up and down in a slow, soothing motion. “Jesus, you know you’re gorgeous right? And looking at you hard and knowing all of that was for me... You have no idea what that does to a guy.”

“I have some idea,” Sam manages. Now they’re back a square one, Dean pressing Sam against the wall, hands wandering up his body. Dean smirks and presses the advantage.

“The minute I saw your dick,” Dean murmurs, “I wanted to choke on it.” Sam’s mouth instantly goes dry. “I’d never gone down a guy before, and you’re so fucking huge, I was too chicken shit to go for it. But I was drooling for it the entire time. At least until I got you turned over.”

Sam’s once again losing his ability to think. Dean succeeds in pulling out his shirt. The minute he does, he goes for skin, groping and exploring; Sam gasps when he pinches a nipple.

“That ass. Fuck. I can’t believe you let me tap that,” Dean continues. To demonstrate he grabs it again, this time without disguising his intention in the slightest, digging his fingers in a spreading his cheeks as much as he can within the confines of his pants. Dean’s mouth never stops moving, whether to nip and suck at his jaw or whisper more nonsense in his ear. “Let me get you all sloppy. Working all those fingers in you, seeing you shake all over for me. Fuck.” He can’t actually reach, Sam knows he can’t through his jeans, but he still moans when Dean rubs along his crack, teasing his hole. “And when I got in you? Felt you squeezing my dick? God, I almost lost it then and there.”

Sam wishes he could hold himself open, let Dean inside again, but he’s too stupid to figure out how. All he can do is whine and grind against his brother, imagining. “Shit, I’d done anal before but it was different you, know?” Dean rumbles in his ear. “Watching myself fuck you. The way your back looked, and your sweat. And the sounds that you made... Christ. The minute you were gone, those sounds popped up in my head and I had to jerk off, right then and there.” Sam shakes his head and Dean seizes him, holding him still as he circles his hips against Sam’s. “I did. Did twice more after that. Every day you were gone. I don’t think there’s a room in here I haven’t pulled one off in now.”

“Gross,” Sam gasps, the closest thing to a coherent thought he’s had in several minutes.

Dean chuckles. “It’s true. But nothing helped. Nothing can compare. You got me obsessed, man,” he confesses. “Don’t even know how I can get hard anymore but you told me you were an hour out and I was ready to go. I fucking need you, Sammy.”

That’s it. Sam shoves Dean back and Dean stumbles, nearly tripping over the books in surprise. Now, Sam can see it— the wildness in Dean’s eyes, every inch of him oozing desperation. He’s like a cat in heat. Worse, like a junkie itching for a taste. And Sam just deprived him of a hit.

“Bedroom,” Sam insists before Dean can think he’s being rejected. That gaze grows impossibly darker, and the smile more wicked. Their first attempt might not have been the stuff of romance novels but it was enough to get Dean hooked... and Sam’s pretty sure he’s got the same addiction.

#wincest #wincest wednesday #supernatural #spn #my fic

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𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚠; 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷,𝟾𝟶𝟽

They say a careful eye can unravel the mysteries behind someone’s life by their hands.

Flashy occultists take advantage of the superstitious, promising to read great fortunes of the future through the creases across their palms. But there’s far more to tell than how easy someone’s life will be; the hands are the tools we use to carve our paths in life, supporting ourselves and others. The hand of a ceremonial priestess is very different from that of a poor farmer, yet each carries the weight of their life and legacy.

As you two walked down the crowded Edo streets, you stared at Gintoki’s large hand curled around the bokuto he always kept at his hip, the other hidden from your view inside his yukata. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of story his hands—always the first to reach out and protect—would tell. You never paid close enough attention to the details before, but you just can’t stop yourself from thinking about it.

“Grow closer to your partner with our limited-time offer!” the baritone of a loud older woman echoed throughout the strip, beckoning people towards the makeshift stand she obviously scraped together today. “Couple’s palm readings! Read the fortune of your future!”

Gintoki walked past the screaming woman without a second glance in her direction, used to the baiting of peddlers who would offer shoddy services for a small fortune. At first, he doesn’t notice you’d stopped to stare in wonder and nearly lost you to the crowd when he turned his head back and realized you’ve gone missing.

He stormed back with irritation written all over his face as he realized where he lost you; how could you fall for such an obvious scam? He really didn’t want to deal with surprise blackmail today.

Before he could get a word out, you grabbed his hands and smiled widely. “Open your hands, Toki! Let me read them!”

“Huh? No way; let’s go.” Gintoki tried to steer you back into the crowd, but you stayed firm.

The old woman chuckled. “Come now,” she clapped her hands together, “shouldn’t you indulge your young wife?”

You didn’t bother correcting her, too busy trying to pry open his hands with your smaller fingers. Gintoki sighed and finally relaxed them, looking down at you, unamused. “It’s coming out of your wallet, not mine,” he warned.

You hummed and ran your thumbs across his wide palms. His hands were heavy; the weight and size of them a testament to the strength he’s honed. These hands that have saved you, saved others, saved himself. These hands that protect. These hands that have taken lives, yet hold yours so securely.

The old woman directed you towards the creases you learned to be the head line, the heart line, and the life line, but the meanings were quickly lost on you.

Your attention focused on the deep-set calluses that line the top of his palm from decades of handling heavy weapons. How many hours of training did he have to go through to develop the sturdy thickness that you now caressed? Your eyes and fingers followed the path down his palm, tracing your nail through the lines.

Gintoki shudders from the ticklish sensation and stares sharply in warning. You offered him an apologetic smile, still drowning out the woman’s words explaining how Gintoki’s life would experience this and that. He wasn’t listening either.

The scars on his hands, both old and new, told stories of struggles and hard-earned battles, of using his own body as a shield. You stroked them, gently massaging the discolored skin.

Gintoki interrupted your ‘palm reading’. “If you’re not gonna read my hands properly, let’s leave.”

You hesitated for a moment and gave his hands another squeeze before setting them down with a bashful laugh. “Ah, I’m sorry...” you chewed your bottom lip, admitting your intentions with a mumble, “It’s embarrassing; I just wanted to admire Gin-san’s strong hands because they’ve always protected me... so....”

You raised your gaze up at him when he replied with silence, and tilted your head at a strange expression on his face. The moment your hands slipped from his, Gintoki grabbed you by the wrist and forcefully dragged you away from the confused fortune teller, who poorly attempted to chase them through the crowd, demanding her service fee.

“Toki, slow down—why’re you in such a rush?” you breathlessly asked, your feet stumbling beneath you as he continued to drag you along in silence. No matter what you asked, he wouldn’t give you an answer. He wouldn’t even open his mouth and sass you off. Did you upset him?

Gintoki steered you between two large buildings a safe distance away from the stand, slipping into the dark, narrow, and dirty alleyway. As soon as you were deep enough to be obscured by shadow, he shoved you up against the concrete wall, slamming his left hand above your head and leaning down, trapping you between a rock and a hard place.

The rough wall bit into your back, the impact knocked the wind out of you. Your eyes flew open as his hand came down right above your head. “Gintoki—”

“Shut up,” he grunted, “or do you want to be found out before we can have any fun?” You looked confused, and he snorted in disbelief. “What would people think when they see a couple embraced in a dark corner of the street, clearly trying to hide from view?”

Your face grew red as Gintoki spelled it out for you. “W-Wait, you can’t be serious,” your hands pressed against his chest, trying to leave some distance while your eyes darted to-and-from the entrance of the alleyway people passed by on their business, paying no mind to what was hidden in the shadows. “We can’t do something perverse here! It’s—it’s dirty, a-and we’re in public!”

Gintoki’s free hand flew to your mouth, clamping over it and muffling your complaints, the force knocking your head back. “I told you to shut up,” he hissed. “It’s your fault you riled me up, groping my hand and saying sappy shit in front of everyone.”

You couldn’t respond, your mind frazzled. He knocked your feet aside and shoved his thigh between them to keep you from squeezing your legs shut.

He slid his hand from the wall to your breast, his large hand covering it entirely. “You just wanted an excuse to feel my hands, didn’t you?” Gintoki playfully accused. He squeezed your tit and pinched your hard nipple through your clothes, grinning to himself when you squealed against his palm. “Did you even realize how lewd you looked back there?”

Gintoki’s hand flexed, the veins across the back catching your eyes as he wasted no time bunching the length of your kimono above your waist, forcing your smaller, more delicate fingers to clutch it. “Hold it just like that,” he ordered, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he blocked the sight of your body with his own.

Your eyebrows pinched together, but whatever complaint you had fell deaf to his ears as garbled noise. “Sounds to me like you want me to fuck you on my hand,” Gintoki mocked your forced silence.

His hand was scalding as it ran down your pelvis and slipped underneath the band of your panties, cupping your sex. You involuntarily grinded your hips against the palm of his hand, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment as you proved him right. Gintoki chuckled, pressing his hand higher against your flushed, wet cunt for you to ride.

You stood on your toes and bit the flesh of his palm in defiance. “You little—” Gintoki pulled his hand from your lips in shock, but as you opened your mouth to gasp or to tell him off, he'd never know, he shoved two thick fingers deep into your mouth and pressed down on your tongue.

“You can be a real smartass, huh?” Gintoki doesn’t relent even as you sputter around his fingers and choke, grabbing and digging your nails into his wrist. He nipped your ear and didn’t let go until you tried to squirm away.

Gintoki shoved his ring and middle finger inside your dripping entrance as his thumb flicked your clit, finger-fucking you in earnest—partially as revenge for biting him, partially because you drove him crazy admiring his hands earlier.

The embarrassing shlick shlick shlick of his thrusts echoed in the alley, long and girthy fingers reaching deep into your pussy. Gintoki grinned against your temple, “you’re squeezing my fingers real tight for someone who was whining about this.”

You closed your mouth around his fingers, sucking them harshly to stop yourself from crying out and drawing unwanted attention to your little escapade. Gintoki’s hard cock pressed against your thigh as he shamelessly grinded himself against you.

He panted and sucked hard breaths next to your ear, your cunt fluttering with the erotic sounds, and you finally planted your feet back on the ground, grinding your hips into his palm, forcing his fingers deeper.

You swirl your tongue around Gintoki’s fingers, trying to distract yourself from how weak your legs were; the dizzying pleasure and knowing anyone could’ve seen you if they had spent a second to really look too much to bear.

“Atta girl,” he praised, rewarding you with a full curl of his fingers and rubbing the rough pads of his fingers against the bumpy texture of your walls, “make a mess on Gin-san’s hands, since you like them so much.”

You pressed yourself further into the wall, clutching your kimono and Gintoki’s wrist for stability. You rocked your hips back and forth against Gintoki’s hand, nudging your clit against his thumb and pressing his fingers harder into your g-spot, using the force to ricochet you into your orgasm.

Your hips stutter as your walls clenched tightly around Gintoki’s fingers, riding out your orgasm with his last quick thrusts. Your mouth fell open and saliva leaked down Gin’s hand, your high-pitched moans unbridled only for a moment before Gintoki sealed his lips over yours and swallowed all of your noises.

Your cum drenched both his fingers and your underwear. You shuddered as he pulled his hand free, the discomfort on your face obvious as you confronted how excited you had just been. You looked up at Gintoki as he peeled himself from you.

Gintoki put his fingers, sticky with your cum, into his open mouth, keeping eye-contact as he sloppily sucked his digits clean, openly rolling his tongue around the ‘V’ he made, spreading his fingers and slurping the dribbles that fell down his palm and wrist.

“Thanks for the meal,” he spoke nonchalantly, wiping the rest on his yukata and turning to walk out of the alley despite your post-orgasmic disoriented stumbling, “let’s go home so I can return the favor.”

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