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meat-husband · 6 years ago

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Nasty nsfw piece for our big guy Tommy?

I’m sorry, do you mean the only thing I ever write when left to my own devices? It’s much longer than I meant it to be, but I just love my big boy. I know there’s a lot of set up just for some smut but I can’t help myself lol

Naughty stuff under the cut!

Sometimes it was a little scary how easy it was to bring people home. Maybe it’s just because of the knowledge you have now, but you couldn’t imagine picking a lonely hitchhiker up off the side of the road, much less letting them direct you down old dirt roads and through abandoned fields.

“You sure it’s this way?”

The boy behind the wheel is squinting in the sharp afternoon light, looking hot and tired. You give an easy smile, a quick laugh, and nod your head.

“Of course I’m sure, I know where my house is!”

You laugh again and the other boy, scrunched up in the backseat behind you, laughs with you. They can’t be much older than 18 or 19, you think, with scrawny arms and baby faces. It might have made you feel guilty once, but not anymore. Younger than them had come through town before, and not made it out. Meat’s meat, is what Charlie had told you, and the family has to eat.

They had stopped for you because you were small, unthreatening and pretty. The promise of a place to rest up and a sweet smile had won them over, though the glances they gave you let you know they were hoping for more.

“Look, it’s right there.”

You lean over the driver’s shoulder, closer than you need to be but still trying to sell the ruse, and point out the shadow of the house in the distance. A shaky grin appears on his face and the other boy lets out a happy shout. You keep smiling.

“What’d I tell you?” The other boy asked. “And you thought we were gonna run outta gas and get stranded!”

“We were gonna run outta gas, asshole,” the driver snapped - they had introduced themselves, but you were quick to forget names now - swerving onto the worn path leading up to the house. “You’re lucky she came along and saved our asses.”

As their truck came up to the house, stopping to idle in the front yard, both boys frowned.

“Hey, why’re the cops here?”

You laugh again, this time genuinely.

“Oh, that’s my daddy’s car. He’s the sheriff ‘round here, but don’t worry, he don’t do much but get drunk and tell old war stories.”

There was a role for everyone to play when the meat was brought in. More often than not it was either you or Charlie bringing them home, so together you played the parts of stern sheriff and his daughter. Mama and Monty would fill in where it was needed, and when Charlie has had his fun poking and prodding, it was time for dinner.

They walked into the house with no more motivation than the big smile you’d thrown them, following you into the dimly lit hall. You led them to the kitchen, finding a large pot already on the stove and boiling.

“Go on and sit, I’ll go get my daddy and he can see about gettin’ your car filled up.”

Your part was coming to an end now, and you hurried into the hall, heading towards the little room behind the kitchen where you could hear the TV. Once they figured out that all wasn’t as it seemed in the big country house, people tended to get violent, so you didn’t intend on following Charlie when he took over in the kitchen. Tommy would soon have work to do, so you’d sneak upstairs and wait for the sound of the saw to cut off.

You saw the big metal door, a remnant of the old slaughterhouse, looming at the end of the hall. The peephole moved to follow you as you turned into the sitting room and you threw it a quick wink and a wave before heading in.

Unsurprisingly, both men were slumped on the couch, warm cans of beer in hand.

“We got company,” you announce, moving to turn off the old TV. “And someone left the stove on again.”

“Who’s that?” Monty asks. “Hey, leave it!”

You flicked the TV off anyways, giving him a firm look.

“There’s two boys in the kitchen, truck’s outside and nearly outta gas.”

“Big?” Charlie asks, quickly draining the rest of his can.

“Nah, they’re skinny things, can’t hardly be old enough to be out on their own. I told ‘em they could stay here for the night.”

“They sure can,” Charlie grinned, standing from the couch. “Let me get my things-”

“You don’t need to wear that damn uniform every time someone comes around,” you scowled. “They saw the car anyways, I told ‘em you were the sheriff.”

“Now, you know first impressions are important -” You rolled your eyes, tuning him out, and waving him out of the room.

“Turn the damn TV back on!” Monty called after you.

“Do it yourself!” You called back, ignoring the swears he threw at you.

You ducked into the kitchen to quickly reassure the two boys that Charlie was on his way, noticing that they seemed on edge. Perhaps it was just the cussing coming from the sitting room, or that you had left them alone for so long in a strange house.

“Oh, uh, you’re not staying, then?” One of the two spoke up as you turned to leave the kitchen.

“Work to do!” You answered, eager to make it out of the room as you heard Charlie’s footsteps coming back down the stairs. You were hoping he would take the fun outside this time, you weren’t looking forward to scrubbing down the floors again otherwise.

You met Charlie at the bottom of the stairs, throwing him a quick grin, but he grabbed your arm as you went to pass him.

“Where’re you goin’?”

You huffed.

“To get some sleep before all the noise starts up.”

“Nah, you ain’t done yet. We got a little while before Mama gets back from the station, no need to be rushing things.”

“I don’t wanna mess with ‘em,” you insisted. “I spent all afternoon out by the crossroads, I’m tired.”

You knew by the look on his face that this was the wrong thing to say, and although you really didn’t want to hang around, you wouldn’t put it past Charlie to make things horribly inconvenient for you if you didn’t do as he wanted.

“Alright,” you give in before he could speak. “Let’s get goin’ then.”

The boys were still in the kitchen, huddled together by the back door and having a rushed conversation under their breath. They were probably regretting following you inside, but it was too late for that now that they were here.

They stopped talking the moment you came in, glancing nervously between themselves. One of them opened his mouth to speak, but Charlie got there first.

“Well then,” he drawled, putting on a friendly smile. “One of you boys come on out and help me bring around some gas cans, and we’ll get you on your way after dinner.”

Both boys looked unsure, exchanging a few more glances, before the driver spoke up.

“Yeah, okay. We gotta get going though, we’re on a schedule.”

Charlie’s smile tightened, turning from easy going to forced in a matter of seconds.

“Then hurry the fuck up, that shit ain’t gonna move itself.”

You almost grinned, but managed to keep it hidden, turning your back to them and busying yourself with the boiling pot still on the stove. Someone had been attempting to reheat last night’s leftovers, but hadn’t added enough extra water to keep the broth from boiling down.

“Honey, you keep an eye on this one, and go ahead and get dinner cookin’.”

“Yes, sir.”

You had already started scraping the overcooked meat from the bottom of the pot, dumping it into a small container. Mama fussed about it, but you felt bad for the mangy dogs that hung around the empty pastures, and you figured no one would miss a few scraps every now and then.

A glance over your shoulder showed the other boy, nervous looking and standing in place like he didn’t know what to do with himself. You sighed, figuring you might as well get some use out of him while he was still standing.

“Sorry ‘bout Daddy, he’s just a little strict sometimes.”

“Oh, yeah, no problem!” he says hurriedly, waving off your apology. “I’m sure he don’t mean nothing by it.”

Setting the pot to soak in the sink, you turn to him.

“You mind helping me with dinner for a bit?” You make sure to pair the question with a bright smile. “Just gotta get some meat from the freezer, I could use some help.”

His face turns bright red but he gives you an eager nod.

“No problem.”

“Good!”

You lead the way, ignoring the fussing coming from the sitting room as you pass the doorway, stopping at the big metal door. Either Tommy’s behind it, ready to pull the boy downstairs kicking and screaming, or he’s waiting in the basement and you’ll have to lure him down there. You’re hoping for the former, but pulling open the heavy door reveals nothing but the little landing at the top of the stairs.

“Oh, wow, that stinks.” Tensing, he gives you an apologetic look. “Shit, that was rude, I’m sorry-“

“Nah, that’s fine,” your amused grin is genuine and it puts him at ease to see you aren’t offended. “We do our own butcherin’ down here. Smells like a slaughterhouse, don’t it?”

You leave the lights off until you reach the bottom of the stairs, partially to avoid him catching sight of the grooves scratched into the walls of the stairwell, partially to keep him from backing out at the sight of the bloody basement. The big door is locked behind you, so at least he won’t be able to open it without struggling with the bolt.

Perhaps your explanation eased him more than you thought it would, because once the lights are on, casting dim shadows around the crowded room, he doesn’t seem alarmed. The hooks are empty, as is the butchering board, but there are enough bloodstains on both to be concerning. The boy, though, doesn’t spare them much of a glance, before eyeing the two big chest freezers in the corner.

Once you reach the freezers, you hesitate to open them. You’re both well into the basement now, far enough from the stairs that he couldn’t make a run for it through the equipment and furniture that crowded around you, but there’s no sign of Thomas. He wouldn’t have gone outside - Charlie has likely got the other boy ground into the dirt on his own by now - but he hasn’t stepped up to hook the boy following you either.

Seeing you hesitate, the boy moves closer, wringing his hands, and for a moment you think that maybe the environment has gotten to him and he’s about to start freaking out.

“You’re really hot,” he blurts, taking you off guard. “I mean, pretty, ya know, not-“

Your eyebrows raise. This is the opposite of what you were expecting - did he really think you’d brought him into the basement to fool around?

“Uh…”

You can’t manage to bring any words to mind in this situation. Perhaps taking your red face and speechlessness for shyness, he places a clammy hand on your forearm, rethinks it, and moves it to your shoulder. He’s still fumbling with his words, but you’re almost too surprised to make sense of what he’s saying.

You’re at a loss for what to do, staring at the clumsy teenager in front of you with wide eyes. You’re about to open your mouth, not sure what words might come out, when the boy screams. You jump, startled by his outburst, backing up out of reach, and he falls without your shoulder for support.

It doesn’t take long to realize what had happened. He’s writhing on the muddy floor, one arm twisting behind his body to feel for the big cleaver that rests in the flesh over his shoulder blade. A boot, caked in mud and debris, settles on his lower back, pinning him to the floor, while a big hand tugs at the blade. It comes free with a wet sucking noise and the boy screams all the louder.

“Thomas,” you start, relieved but still jumpy. “Where’d you go, I thought you were gonna-”

You stop when he looks at you, still holding the squirming boy down with one foot. He looks furious, eyes narrowed at you and hand gripping the cleaver tightly. You’re confused at first when you realize that his anger is directed towards you, and you spend a few seconds of panicked thought trying to figure out why. He’s never liked you being around the meat, no matter who brings them in, but everyone has to pitch in, even when it comes to the more unsavory chores. He’s never been mad about it before though, so what was different now?

Thomas leans to the side, putting more of his weight on the foot holding down the boy, fingers twitching around the handle of his weapon when the whimpers turn back into screams. He watches you, still glaring, grinding the heel of his boot against flesh and bone.

“What the fuck?!”

The boy is spitting blood and saliva with every word, arching into the ground in an attempt to get away from the pain in his back. The noise is distracting but you don’t dare to look down, not with Thomas snarling like a dog over him.

“C’mon, Charlie’s gonna need help with the other one soon…”

You trail off, unsure. You had hoped the mention of Charlie would snap him out of it, remind him of the work to be done upstairs, but he ignores your words. You’ve never seen him this angry before, not at anyone, let alone you.

Your eyes flick to the boy against your will when he cries out again, cussing and begging, flinging one hand out towards you as though for help. This draws Thomas’ attention as well, and the act seems to only enrage him further. He lets the boy out from under his boot only to bring it down hard on the crook of his arm and you flinch and look away too late to avoid seeing it snap.

“Tommy, lets go outside, we got more to do!” You’re scared now, desperate to calm him somehow. Despite the horrors that regularly take place in the house, you’ve never stuck around when they happen, preferring to wait it out upstairs. You know what goes on down here, but you’ve never seen him hurt anyone like this before.

He turns to you again with a huff, stepping away from the boy and towards you. Your instinct is to back away but you stand your ground, arms wrapped around your middle protectively, trying not to be afraid of him. He’s angry, but he wouldn’t hurt you, no matter how intimidating it is to have him looming over you.

Thomas stands in front of you, chest heaving and hands trembling. You meet his eyes for a moment but can’t keep them there, looking instead at the old, torn collar of his shirt and the black threads that hang from his mask.

“Tommy, put him up and let’s go,” you insist, trying to sound more in control than you feel. “Charlie’s gonna be upset-”

A hand grips your shoulder, big fingers digging into your skin, and you quickly cover it with your own, hoping that the gentle touch will calm him. His hand flexes under yours, tightening his hold on you, and he bends down to press the bloody nose of his mask to the top of your head. His heavy breaths ruffle your hair, the sour smell of dead flesh and stale air drifting down to you. You can feel the nose of the mask bend and turn inwards when he presses his face closer, nothing underneath to keep it from crumpling.

“C’mon,” you murmur quietly, reaching up to grab a handful of his sleeve. “Lets go, Tommy.”

He’s trembling, eyes glaring angrily, but he pulls away, looking over his shoulder at the boy squirming in the mud. He’s crawled a bit away, but only closer to the butcher block, probably trying to find a dark place to hide in. You almost feel sorry for him, but you can’t start pitying them now.

Thomas is still snarling, lips pulled down and teeth gleaming. He doesn’t shy away from the killing or cutting, or any part of the preparation for butchering and skinning, but he’s never enjoyed hurting them, not like Charlie does. To be so violent now, he must have a grudge against this one in particular. You’re almost surprised when the thought finally hits you, feeling his hand on your shoulder where the boy had touched you, remembering the anger when he had reached out in fear. With a jolt of warmth you realize that he was jealous of the boy, angry to see that someone else had put their hands on you.

“I love you.”

His head snaps around to look at you, and you hear him let out a low whine. You smile, tilting your head to brush your cheek against the top of his hand, stroking his fingers with your own. All of the tension and fear has melted away at this revelation, and you’re almost excited to realize that he could get so worked up over something so small.

“Don’t you worry about that boy,” you say, watching his eyes following the slow movements of your lips. “He’s meat now, ain’t he.”

Slowly, Thomas nods in agreement, letting out a heavy sigh. He watches as you press a half kiss to the side of his hand, and you can see by the eager way his eyes watch your mouth that the adrenaline in his veins hasn’t stopped flowing.

“You know how much I love you,” you murmur, seeing him give another slow nod, eyes still focused on your lips as you keep them against his skin. “Let me show you.”

Thomas stills, even the heavy rise and fall of his chest stopping momentarily as he takes in your words. You know the rush of capturing the boy has riled him up, he always seeks you out after the meat has been hung up to wait for butchering, and the heat of anger would have only made it worse. The gentle flick of your tongue against his hand is what spurs him into action, moving suddenly to get you in place.

The weight on your shoulder pushes down, fingers curling into your flesh until your knees hit the floor. The ground is wet with mud, filthy water soaking into your clothes and dirt caking your legs, but you don’t mind at all. You keep the gentle smile on your face, placing your hands on either side of his thighs and leaning to the side to press your face against his arm. He keeps his hand on your shoulder, leaning forward to hunch over you as the other fumbles with his belt.

Somewhere further into the basement you can hear the boy, crying and wailing, too damaged to crawl away. It didn’t matter where he was, the only way out of the basement was behind you, and he wasn’t getting out now. You know he can see you, only a few paces away from where he had fallen in the mud, but it doesn’t matter when you know he won’t be alive much longer.

Thomas slides his hand up to grab a rough handful of hair, pulling you close but not close enough to take him in, despite your open mouth. You can smell the sweat and musk on his skin, stretching your mouth wider and sticking your pink tongue out towards him, but he doesn’t let you close the distance. He holds his cock just out of your reach, and when his wrist rolls, pulling his thick fingers up and down, you let out an eager moan. His grip tightens, squeezing the flesh harder and you watch the slow strokes get rougher and more uneven. He’s not gentle, pulling harshly until hazy precum drips over his fingers.

You strain a little, trying to pull forward and flick your tongue over the slick head, but the hand in your hair keeps you back, a sharp tug bringing tears to the corners of your eyes.

“Please, Thomas, let me-”

You can’t even finish your sentence, pulling against his hold as far as your aching scalp will let you. Your jaw hurts, mouth open as wide as you can get it and tongue lolling out, and you see his own slip out to lick at his lips as he watches you.

He lets up only a little, but it’s enough for the tip of his cock to bump against your tongue, and the groan he lets out at the contact makes your stomach clench so hard that it’s painful. He does it again, slapping his cock hard against the flat of your tongue and you hurry to lick at it while you’re close enough. He tastes like salt and sour sweat but you lap at whatever you can reach eagerly, whining when a pull on your hair jerks you away.

You don’t care about the mud under you when he shoves you down, falling backwards onto the wet ground, or the rough nails scratching at your skin. Letting out a half-moan, you let him hold you against the muddy floor, the rest of your noises catching in your throat when you feel him wedge his knee between your legs. You can feel the heat coming off of him, made warmer by the cold air of the basement around you, and you wiggle your hips to get closer to the heat and the pressure of his leg between yours. He flips the skirt of your dress up, bunching it at your waist and hooking a finger hurriedly over the messy crotch of your panties, pulling them to the side rather than down your legs. You feel blood rushing to your face at that, somehow feeling more exposed than if he had taken them off, and have to fight the urge to snap your legs closed and cover yourself. He doesn’t let you remain on the floor once he’s gotten your clothing out of the way, jerking your hips up and into his lap before pulling the rest of you upright. The wet slick of your hair and clothing, soaked through and dirty, sticks to your skin but you hardly care as Thomas holds you against his chest.

“Hurry up, please.”

You mumble the words desperately as he lines himself up under you, rocking your hips in an attempt to help him find the right angle. You hold onto his shoulders, face buried into his neck and let him hold your bottom half up with one hand, a firm grip on your ass keeping you hovering over his lap. The head of his cock, swollen and nearly purple, nudges against you for a few seconds and you huff out a frustrated groan when it doesn’t slide home.

“Tommy, c’mon, please!”

With a heavy grunt he shifts his hand to hold you by the hip instead, stilling your movements. You think for a moment that it’s finally going to happen, but the moan already building in your throat turns into a high pitched whine when his sticky cock slides over your cunt completely, the head bumping against the underside of your ass. You whine again when he ignores your persistent pleas to let you move your hips - if he would only let you go, then you could easily fit yourself over him, he’s already so close. He lets you squirm, panting above you while you fight his grasp, but making no move to enter you, only a slow back and forth of his hips that drags his cock against you. You roll yourself around desperately, whimpering into his ear and begging, pressing quick kisses to the side of his neck.

Finally he relents, letting you wiggle just enough that the next tilt of his hips upwards forces the blunt head into you, surging forward in one thrust until he’s as deep as he can get. You hear a loud sob leave you, the slight twinge of pain as he bottoms out barely even felt over the satisfaction of finally getting what you want. Thomas pulls you down further, pushing until you’re completely seated on top of him and almost more full of him than you can handle. You jerk away a little, but a rough hand stops you from going further and works you right back down his length until you’re back where you started. You want to hook your legs around his middle, but he’s too big for you to lock your ankles behind him, so you squeeze your thighs around his sides instead. It hurts a little, having him so deep, but you know it won’t stay that way for long.

“Tommy, I love you so much,” you half whisper, the words rushing out of you without any thought. “So much.”

His cock jumps inside you, arms coming around to wrap you up as he leans down and moans loudly into your hair. Both arms crush you to him, pushing you down while his hips grind upwards, and you hear him return your affections with muffled grunts and gasps. You wince a little when he rubs against the depths of you, a dull ache already forming in your stomach, but the short, jerking movements also make your abdomen go tight with small ripples of pleasure.

“Ah, Tommy,” you hiss into his ear, reaching up to slide your hand under the back of the mask and grab a handful of his sweaty hair. “Move…”

You don’t finish your words, trailing off into a stuttered gasp as he lifts you up, dragging your clenching muscles over his cock until he’s nearly slid all the way out. Eyes rolling back, you brace yourself with one hand on his shoulder, wrapping the other into his hair until your fingers are stuck. Your entire body jumps in his lap when he finally drops you again, lurching upwards to meet you halfway and bouncing you on his thighs. A sob slips out when he continues with the same harsh thrusts, but after a few moments of pushing and pulling you in his lap, the slick between your legs eases the friction enough that you can ignore the bulging pressure in your belly. A soft moan escapes you as it recedes, overtaken by the hot thrum of pleasure that drowns out anything else.

His pace isn’t gentle, but you know that even this is him trying not to be too rough, keeping you seated on his cock as he forces his way up and into you. The position keeps him deep, face pressed against the top of your head and arms around your torso, and each push of his hips only forces you more firmly into his chest. You pant against the edge of the mask, bucking down against him wildly and pull hard on the hair wrapped around your fingers. You want to speak, to cry out more I love you’s, but the rough pace is pushing all the air from your lungs and you’re already gasping, so all you can manage is weak, labored breathing. Grabbing at his shoulder with your free hand, your thighs tremble around his waist as you struggle to hold on.

You get a small reprieve when his movements finally stutter, pausing to dig his fingers into the meat of your ass and hike you further up his thighs, moving your weight effortlessly. The cold air rushing in against your wet back makes you shiver when his arms leave you, slipping under your legs to hook them over his forearms and leaving your feet dangling. Once he starts again, lifting you with both hands on your ass, you can feel how wet and swollen the folds between your legs are, stretched open further by your spread legs. Thomas snarls above you, holding you down as he pushes up, and a hot trail of pleasure shoots up your spine, burning all the way down to your toes. You kick your feet uselessly, flailing against him and fighting you keep your hold on his shoulder without his arms to support you. A loud whine escapes you, muscles contracting around him, and it feels like each dragging thrust of his cock into you is getting more and more difficult as your body tightens. You’re sure that the big hands holding you are going to leave their mark, but you don’t feel any pain now, bouncing like a rag doll in his lap.

“Please, Thomas!”

You’re not sure what you’re asking for, but you beg anyways and lock your arms around his neck, every muscle in your body trembling as you jerk and whimper. Thomas huffs and groans into your hair, forcing himself upwards even more harshly as you start to cum, and you’re clenched so tightly around him that you’re nearly overwhelmed by how much of him you can feel. His thrusts change into slow, hard jerks of his hips against you, each one rocking your head on your shoulders and drawing out wet gasps. You close your eyes and bury your face against his shoulder and neck, arching into him until your body seizes up and all you can feel is the throbbing nerves between your legs.

You’re almost numb once it starts to recede, going limp and slumping weakly into his hold. An arm around your back keeps you from falling too far back, but the new wetness leaking down your thighs has only made it easier for his hurried, rutting thrusts to ram home. A hard, sharp push goes too far, hitting the deep spot in your belly that almost hurts, and you squeal in protest, clutching at him with renewed motivation. The next thrusts lands in the same spot, and the next, and the thick, strange feeling isn’t quite pain or pleasure, but enough of both that you aren’t sure if you like it or not. Each bump of his cock against it floods you with a sense of pressure, an overwhelming sensation of fullness that only comes to an end when you’re slammed down into his bucking hips and held there. A broken moan and the abrupt change to slow, grinding thrusts are the only warnings you get before the sudden, hot gush of his cum fills you, and almost immediately you can feel it trailing out of your cunt, smearing against your thighs. You squirm in his lap, but he keeps you firmly seated as he cums, the twitching cock inside of you steadily pouring more warmth into your belly.

Gasping down as much cold basement air as you can, you try to catch your breath. The heat and lust is slowly fading from your mind, replaced with the dull ache between your legs that you know will soon get worse, and the soft, tired feeling of being truly worn out. Thomas finally stills underneath you, grip loosening as he allows your sore legs to slip back down around his waist, huffing heavy breaths against the crown of your head. You can feel the sticky mess where he’s still connected to you, but you ignore the thought of the unpleasant clean up in favor of pressing a few trembling kisses to the underside of his chin. Your body is slowly cooling off as the heat between you dissipates, but Thomas is enough to keep you warm for the moment, cradling you against his chest and making soft noises. Any thought of the boy still in the basement, or the one upstairs, or even of the work you both still have to complete, hasn’t come back to you yet.

“You two done fuckin’ yet, or do I gotta wait some more?”

You jolt up, hands hurriedly reaching out to hold onto Thomas and pull at the hem of your skirt, flipping it down over your thighs. A flush of embarrassment is already burning your face, and although you want to hide, you glance over your shoulder anyways. Charlie is at the end of the steps, hands on his hips and a big grin on his face, looking all too pleased to have caught you in the act. You can’t keep his gaze for long, turning back around to avoid the smug look on his face, and wondering just how long he’s been standing there. Thomas isn’t bothered by his presence at all, but you figured that’s only because he doesn’t realize this kind of thing is usually private, and no one but Mama has ever discouraged him from trying to get his hands under your skirt in the middle of the kitchen.

“...done,” you mumble quietly, hoping that he’ll hurry up and leave. “The boy is taken care of, too.”

“Well, that’s great, but I got the one upstairs ready to go, so if you can spare Tommy for just a moment,” the false politeness in his voice grates on your nerves, but you know he’s relishing the moment. “‘Sides, I don’t expect you’ll have need of him for a while now. If that shit didn’t put a baby in you, I don’t know what will.”

You want to shut him up with a smart comment of your own, he’s in a good enough mood that you could get away with mouthing off a little, but you’re in no position to try anything now. Still firmly perched on top of Tommy’s cock and with a lukewarm mess of cum between you, you don’t have the guts to start up anything.

“Okay, just gimme a minute! He’ll be there in a bit.”

“Don’t be too long, that fucker isn’t going to stay down forever and Mama’s home and makin’ a fuss about all the mess.”

You hear him take a few steps back up towards the door, relief flooding you when you realize he’s finally leaving. This has happened more regularly than you’d like, and he’s always eager to provide some snarky commentary and let you wallow in the shame of being caught, but you suppose it wasn’t a bright idea to start this up when Thomas was supposed to be working anyway.

“C’mon,” you sigh, a little reluctant to part but not wanting Charlie to come looking again. “Guess we still got work to do.”

#Slashers #Thomas Hewitt #Slasher x Reader #Female Reader #damn this is long im sorry #most of it isn't even the smut lol #but i started on this and got carried away again #Anonymous

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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some call it chemistry — (trinity/detox) - lily2

[ prompt ] : sasha notices someone glancing at her best friend during their friend's performance and decides to try and make magic happen even if trinity isn't feeling the gesture too much: atleast at first.

[ author's note ] : I've been writing trinity a ton lately because she's one of my favorite queens and I will always love a florida girl with bias and I mentioned on my tumblr if there's any good pairings and someone mentioned detox and trinity would be just a match in plastic heaven and couldn't stop thinking about it so here this is, song below helps to set the mood and was mentioned, couldn't help myself! I reccomend highly listening to "two to make it right" by seduction for purposes of the fic, it's mentioned throughout the fic.

— *.✧

Sasha isn't stupid.

It was an odd first thought to have when considering what may or might not come of her possible intervention, it was difficult to not be atleast a tiny bit intruiged when she noticed a seemingly familar face in the crowd staring and glancing over at her best friend for the entire chunk of the night.

She knew first hand how the Russian herself sometimes be a bit oblivious, Shea always made fun of her once they fully begun to date of how she would consistently drop hints to the blonde, how every move in the game was to impress Sasha, make her smile, finally let her figure out that indeed Shea Couleé, likely the most wanted girl in all of Chicago, Illinois hell— America, was in love with the sweet, quirky, vocal girl who called Brooklyn home and Russia the motherland.

"She's been staring at Trinity all night." She whispered in a hushed tone to her girlfriend who was dancing around in her heels, as if someone would sniff their conversation out over Peppermint performing and giving her soul on stage, as she did always, Shea turned a bit concerned, "Who? If it's someone you think might pose a threat." Her words quickly gaining momentum beginning to scan the expression in Sasha's face before she quickly snickered, kissing her hand, attempting to divert any possible violence.

"No, no! I mean Detox, she's been giving her the side eye and the little glances all night, Trinity is comply distracted by the alcohol and performance obviously but, something in me says to maybe, try and set them up?"

Shea definitely felt her curiousity get the best of her as she took a sip of her vodka soda, her feet still moving along the floor as she took a glance at Trinity who was dancing wildly with Monét just across from them, she seemed just a bit tipsy but she was a southern girl: she could definitely handle her hard liqour especially if it meant seeing one of her best friend's perform on stage despite her meager dancing ability.

Her eye's peaked over at Detox who leaned against the bar, sipping a gin and tonic and occasionally speaking in uninterested, mumbled conversation to Alaska who already seemed drunk as can be, slugging against her shoulder, on the bar stool attempting to not break it with her stiletto's. A small grin across her lips forming when she indeed, looked back to Trinity who was lipsynching to the performance, staying on her feet, Shea surprised she could even move let alone attempt "dancing" in her skin tight dress, the lights reflecting on the iridescent fabric and material.

"Babe, I think you're on to something here." Her brow cocked in surprise as she pressed their lips together, Sasha very happy to receive a kiss before she pushed the blonde along to play matchmaker since she was the one who was doing some spying and cracked the code.

Casually walking through the crowd, stopping to greet and press some cheek kisses to Aja, Farrah and then bumping into a clearly drunk Katya, toppling onto Sasha in comfort: she attempted to make some idle conversation, Sasha unable to keep herself from just walking right past the constant pressure of conversing. Her Russian counterpart smiled before chugging her straight vodka as she grooved, taking Sasha's hands, "I know we both have really cute girlfriends but you'll always be my favorite!" She yelled over the music as they moved in a awkwardly endearing waltz position, Sasha giggling, not wanting to be rude or too obvious with the fact she was on a bit of a time crunch.

Eastern Europeans don't usually get this intoxicated so quickly.

Trixie seemed to come in at just the perfect moment, apologizing for Katya's state though Sasha truthfully didn't mind, she just had a mission and knew she would kick herself if she didn't get it done tonight.

"Hello!" Trinity yelped, hugging her best friend the minute she started barely walking in the same direction as the duo who were making an attempt to dance across the packed floor of the bar, New York City was crowded and Sasha knew it well enough that it didn't bother her too badly, Monét smiled and welcomed Sasha into their corner of the floor.

"Oh don't worry, I'm not dancing!" She yelled, Trinity frowning in disappointment, "Bitch I ain't drunk, I've had only two, Shea doesn't have to worry about me licking your face or any of the weird shit Alaska does." Monét cackled, remembering how much anger leaked from Trixie's face last week when Alaska decided to take out all her sadness through alcohol which ended up with Katya and Alaska comfortably at a distance performing with eachother until the idiosyncratic girl decided to lick Katya's cheek right on stage.

It was a loud uproar and reaction from an already intoxicated crowd, just laughter, screams and smiles though Monét mentioned that she had never seen such a visual representation of smoke blowing from the fumes quite like Trixie's reaction.

"Speaking of Alaska—" an almost perfect segway of events, "I've been with Shea the whole night of course but, I've noticed you definitely have sometimes attention the whole night." She said near her ear, Trinity stopping to dance as Monét kept singing, though her ears pricked open, "Oh girl if it's Alaska, I wouldn't trust her with anyone drunk."

Trinity had to agree, finishing off her drink with a slow chug, "Jesus, am I so ugly people only find me attractive when I'm drunk!" She cried out more in exaggerated pitch than genuine concern. Sasha shook her head, Trinity always looked stunning and utterly beat for the god's, a perfect understanding of makeup and clothing coordination.

"Alaska's best friend over there though..." She smirked, Trinity tilting her head, definitely pondering who exactly she meant by that though Sasha alertly pointed to Detox under her chin, immediately all sense of respect and normality seemed to drop as her cheeks flushed a bright red, grabbing Sasha's wrist.

"You're kidding right?"

Sasha's silent pose and the grin that begun to stretch across the corner of her lips was enough of an answer. "Shit..." She gasped before handing Monét her empty drinking glass, "I'm gonna go real quick." The Floridian huffed out as her friend groaned aloud, "I knew she'd leave my crusty ass the minute she finds someone who can possibly buy her more alcohol."

"Would you like a dance?" The black girl smiled genuine as she held out a hand, dramatically painted like a victorian gentleman, Sasha couldn't help but cross her arms at the thought of it, she knew how jealous and tense her own lover could get, "Hey! I know Shea and have for decades, I am definitely not trying to get you, I could never do that to Nina." She explained innocently, harmlessly, waving to Shea who kept a good but resentful distance.

Shea already giving her massive side eye, pointing at her and making gestures towards her throat at Monét bitterly, she knew her NYC sister was simply playing around and absolutely trusted Sasha's intuition however she couldn't help but feel a twine of jealously as if her and Sasha hadn't danced for the last two hours with arms only around eachother.

"We can dance but no licking my face."

"Consider it done bitch!"

*.✧

Leaving her friend's for themselves, Trinity pushed her way through best she could, unable to really process this all and convinced this was some kind of set up or joke Shea had for Sasha to simply deliever the punchline. It wasn't that she didn't feel like she was good enough or pretty enough, Trinity had the wallowing self confidence others wish they could chanel even 2% into, that wasn't the concern.

But Detox, it definitely seemed just a bit out of her league.

They weren't that much older than eachother, Trinity was younger by a year it was more that she was completely smitten hearing about her almost a year ago, entranced by the idea that someone loved plastic surgery as much as her finding that an impossible feat and then only meeting her through Alaska about six months ago where it was revealed the "Queen of Southern California" was actually born in Orlando, just as Trinity was.

"It's Trinity!" Screamed Alaska in excitement as Detox turned, taking a sharp breath in to appear as calm and sedated compared to her best friend as possible, "Yes it is! You gotta slow your roll girl." She mumbled comfortingly, rubbing her shoulders as she waved her off, "As long as she's driving me home, we're all good!" A finger in front of Detox's nose, quickly getting deflected with a scoff.

"Can't believe I gave up alcohol for you, fucking bitch."

Turning to Trinity she smiled, beginning to piece together that it was probably the doing of Monet or Sasha judging by their time together and proximity to eachother, she definitely wasn't disappointed, she just had hoped this could've happened without Alaska needing to breathe on her neck, literally and figuratively.

"Sorry about her, I have to be her damn sitter for the night since Roxxy is off in Orlando tonight without me."

"If you buy me some alcohol, I'll definitely forgive you." A wink leaving the corner of her right eye as Detox sprung into action, truly making an attempt to seem convincingly flirty back without making it cheesy or dense. "Pick your poision, I know everyone who works here so if they make it bad, I can complain like the bitch I am." Gaining a laugh from Trinity she couldn't help but smile, tuning out Alaska who also begged for alcohol.

"Suprise me." She breathed out gently, their eyes gazing though the moment always seemed to be ruined by the blonde's tantrums, Trinity wasn't offended, she couldn't count the number of times Sasha had probably carried her out a bar or three after a good night out.

"Manhattan please and a water if possible." She spoke as she handed the bartender a twenty, asking for no change as she invited Trinity to sit with her, the girl smiling and pulling out the chair so she could sit, watching her dress as she hopped up on the bar stool, the two exchanging awkwardly endearing glances. The energy extremely tense but the expressions clearly expressing nothing but need and want.

"So, I have to be a nosy bitch—" she started as she handed Trinity her drink, "Was it your friend who sent you over?" Referring to Sasha, she seemed sweet enough but wasn't sure if this interaction was going to be horrid or something worth taking up further.

"Yes, she mentioned you stared at me all night." A sip from her drink, an approving nod to the alcoholic beverage. Detox was a bit taken back by her honest response, Alaska beginning to doze out on her back, locking their hands so she could be sure she didn't let her be taken off by a stranger.

"Did she?"

"Yup, I didn't believe her hence why I came, I thought it was too good to be true is all." Honesty was truly the best policy when it came to Trinity, why try and beat around the bush when you could just get to the point, make out, buy some alcohol and go home happy or atleast mildly satisfied for the night.

A roll of the eyes from Detox, who ran a hand through her blonde hair as Trinity grabbed her free hand, "I expected more confidence from someone who can't even pinch herself." She had to laugh wildly at that, "Oh fuck off!" She screamed, hitting her shoulder teasingly.

"You're one to talk."

"Bitch atleast I am, I've never seen you so quiet, you're always making some snide or witty comment."

She couldn't argue with that, she never felt so much riddled anxiety trying to speak to someone like Trinity, even when they had first meet it seemed like some twist of fate, too good to be true.

Hilarious, stunning, a bit blunt but always honest and caring of her friends, full of silicone and always had a comeback in the palm of her hands ready and prepared.

"Dance?" Already finished with her Manhattan, Trinity stood and held her open hands out for Detox to take, the blonde nervously glancing back and forth at Alaska who was begining to get drowsy. "Don't worry about her, bring her with us and we can drop her with Sasha, you know her motherly insticts."

"Perfect." She laughed, taking her hand as she grabbed onto Alaska's shoulder who was dancing along to the tune, the music dying out in Detox's ear as Trinity lead her to the left of the floor, handing Alaska to Sasha with no words exchanged expect a nod, now they were alone to dance as the music set in, a new song starting.

"Jesus christ, this is a throw back." Detox laughed as she was still holding onto Trinity's hand, not wanting to let go though she danced along to the beat, the brunette impressed, "See you can dance!" Detox shrugged, sliding across the floor in her heels easily, she could pick up movements but didn't consider herself a dancer, Trinity she knew had two left feet unless she was about to pass out from alcohol poisoning or was grinding on someone.

❝ From the start its plain to see

you're suffering from a serious broken heart,

You know that its a shame

But I'm here to ease your pain. ❞

The music perfectly moved in as she took Trinity's waist, the other girl nervously inching away, "Trust me, trust me." She whispered before moving the hair from her forehead, "Trust the dancer who bought you a very overpriced cocktail." She couldn't argue with that logic.

❝ Do you know that

It takes two to make a thing go right

It takes two to make it out of sight

I can see it in your eyes

You feel the same way I feel about you. ❞

Feeling the rhythm of the music, singing loudly and feeling Trinity singing along to, she grabbed her hands and led her in a four corner movement, assuring she was doing just fine though Detox's added body rolls only made Trinity tense up twice as hard, unable to match her energy or refined skill, no matter how badly she claimed she couldn't pick up dancing.

❝ Some call it chemistry

I call it you should be with me

Cause I know together we can really turn this mother out. ❞

"You're really good at this!"

Detox had to amusingly snicker, "I'll send my thanks to Roxxy and Mayhem, taught me everything I need to know I guess." Relaxing her muscles Trinity felt herself slowly open up a bit more, everyone already looked a fool or was so adjusted to alcohol that they couldn't care how ridiculous she would look.

❝ In my mind there is no doubt

That one & one equals me & you

Don't you know that it takes two

Two to make it right. ❞

Trinity took it upon herself to turn around and shake her hair before running a hand down her dress and gently grinding on her partner's waist, recluctent at first before Detox wrapped her hands from behind around her neck, clearly approving.

She turned and threw her arms around her neck in return, staring intensely into her own eyes and mouthing every single word of the song as if she was Michelle Visage herself, though it was definitely a classic but the music absolutely gave her a new energy considering the lyrics and every new and horny ambition she felt running through her body. She owed Sasha as much money as she wanted after this.

❝ I don't believe in fairy tales

But I believe some things were meant to be

Why should we be alone

When we could have each others arms to hold. ❞

Their fingertips lingered on eachother's waist though Trinity was definitely the braver one from the duo, spinning her partner around with a quick speed before holding her with confidence, "Hope I won't make your friend's jealous." She said referring to Alaska and Roxxy, blowing Alaska a kiss as she jumped for joy seeing her two friend's dancing together.

The three always stuck around eachother since childhood she mentioned when they first met though she never knew the extent of their friendship.

"Oh trust me, they know me well enough to know who I've been pining for the last six months."

"Really? Who."

She needed to hear it first hand and know tonight wasn't just a waste of her time and Detox's, there was no way she had just grinded on the girl for no damn reason, the blonde bit the inside of her cheek, responding with a firm, "It's hard to say when she's dancing so sweetly in front of me." The god awful scent of hard liqour and cheap perfume dying down when Trinity learned into her face, wishing she would just knock her into a wall and kiss her already, time was a wasting until she had to go back to California, though she always made time for New York City.

"You're a real flirt, I like that."

"And I've been staring at you all night praying you'd kiss me so I guess we're even."

Detox didn't want to say she felt three entire weights drop off her shoulder when Trinity planted her lips on hers but it was difficult to say otherwise. Her red lipstick unintentionally brushing onto Detox's brightly colored pink lipstick though she wouldn't bitch about it, hell how could she. "Thank God for Sasha being nosy." She breathed out before slamming their lips together again, her hands toying with her hair, completely intoxicated forgetting she even had alcohol.

When she was pulled away after a solid minute she couldn't understand why, though they had kissed on that dance floor for about two minutes, having no boundaries now, every wall crushed down and thrown into the abyss. Her head leaned into the crook of Detox's neck since with heels she was still taller as she was without them, humming the song to herself with their hands dropped at eachother's hips.

"You wanna ditch?"

She had expected the question to come sooner or later, she loved her friends but if she could score especially score with someone who also showed a genuine interest in her, she would yank her own ass out of that bar and sprint in her white heels if she had to.

"Come to my hotel with me, if I can kiss you all night I don't want it to be in a gay bar playing Seduction, no offense." Her face changing to a gentle rose pink across her cheeks as a permanent smile was drawn on her face, Trinity could only nod and tighten her grip, interlocking their hands.

"None taken, just promise me you'll turn a blind eye if I steal that lipstick shade you're wearing right now."

"Consider it a done deal."

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Episode 102 : Play With Joy

"Give me a minute, I'll give you my spirit."

- Konny Kon

Another month, another mix to keep your ears nourished! Listen out for Juice Crew appearances and connections throughout the selection, after Manchester witnessed them tear up the stage this month. We've got some soulful numbers, turntable wizardry, and quotables for days. Let's get it started...

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Playlist/Notes

Cesar Comanche : A-Game

With the intro and all that, this is a track that needs to be at the start of a mix, and as such I've been saving it for quite a long time. One of my favourites from the original days of the Justus League, this track is from Cesar's second album "Paper Gods", and is a great ode to working hard in music and not being a hanger-on or a daydreamer; as the title suggests, bring your A-game. 9th Wonder is on the beat, slapping that snare as always!

Kev Brown : The Beat Tape (Instro)

One of the instrumentals from the "Selective Hearing" LP; nothing super complex, just a good example of doing something funky with a handful of elements. The insertion of that "yeah" sample is worth the price of admission!

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo : Letters

Another one I've had in the "to play" list for ages, it's a straight mic workout for G Rap taken from his final album in collaboration with DJ Polo, "Live and Let Die". As an aside, I didn't realise that the album was shelved some time after initial release because of the controversial cover art! Luckily, it got a re-release so you should be able to find it - there are some excellent tracks on there. As with most of the rest of the album, Sir Jinx, best known for his work with Ice Cube, handles the production; a nice funky soul sample forms the basis of the track.

Wordsworth : Feel Me

Hadn't given "The Picture Album" a listen in a long time and had totally forgotten about this Ill Poetic-produced track - I was looking to include something featuring Masta Ace but this got the nod instead, as it were. "Feel me internally"? Hold that thought, we're coming back to it later in the show...

Bumpy Knuckles : Lazy

One of those tunes you can drop on a mixtape or in a club night full of real heads. DJ Premier on the beat with a meat-and-potatoes drum pattern underpinning a disjointed string sample, and Bumpy going in on the mic straight line style. Bonus points for him impression of crying MCs in the intro :) We will definitely return to the "Konexion" album again!

Big Daddy Kane, Jay-Z, ODB : Show & Prove

The full version of this tune from the 1994 "Daddy's Home" album is long! Coming off a loop of the DJ Premier beat, I actually missed off the first three verses (Scoob, Sauce Money, and Shyheim) and jumped in at Kane's appearance. A then mostly-unknown Jay-Z can be heard here with his old style, and ODB shuts it down on the final verse, overwhelming the track with sheer force of personality! Three Brooklyn kings, no question. The sharp-eared amongst you will find the last word on the tune very familiar...

[Pete Rock] All City : Priceless (Instrumental)

I played the vocal version of this many moons ago on episode 12, and Pete Rock's beat fits brilliantly here - a bridge between the explosion that ends the previous cut, and the tempo of the one that follows...

Top Rawmen : Symphony 3000

I'm amongst friends here, so I can admit it - at least partly due to cultural differences, I didn't realise for years that this turntablist crew's name is a pun! Yeroc, Nando, Nomad, Mike c, and Jay Slim brilliantly execute the concept of a turntable version of the Juice Crew classic "The Symphony" on this selection from "Return of the DJ, Volume IV". The beats are sampled/cut/reworked from that 1988 record, and several quotes from the track get sliced and diced here too.

Camp Lo : Cookers

This Ski-produced B-side (you know the deal) from the "Trouble Man" single bangs hard in a specific way that often makes it tough to fit into mixes, but I think this is a good spot for it! There's a detail worth noting on this one - check how Sonny and Geechi start each two-bar phrase of the first verse with their syllables landing dead on each hit of the kick drum.

Diamond D ft. Kurupt and The Alkaholiks : We Are The People Of The World

Diamond just keeps on going - with a record collection and a mind like his, the beats will hopefully keep on coming for a long time yet! His 2014 album "The Diam Piece" is a producer-centred project where he brings in a star-studded roster of guests to bless his beats; on this cut, we get veteran West Coast lyricism from the 'Liks and Kurupt, keeping it positive. I do need to stop giving myself these awkward bar counts to mix with though...

J-Zone ft. Has-Lo : Caddy Coupe

I love seeing people win, so this track works on two levels; firstly, it comes from "Fish 'n' Grits", an excellent album from the latter phase of J-Zone's musical career, and secondly because of the story. I can totally get behind a real-life tale of a man treating himself to a bit of luxury after a hard working life; it's just a genuinely nice story. Philadephia's Has-Lo takes the second verse to expand the theme a little more, and Zone's production (in all senses of the word) is excellent and inventive as always.

Trifeckta : First Time (Janet Jackson Flip)

I wanted to bridge here with something having a bit of 80s style and also some soul, and finally found the right beat on the Producers I Know compilation "The 80s Beat Tape" - which I'm sure we'll visit again. St.Louis'/NYC's Trifeckta dices up some Janet Jackson and tops it off with some skilled drum machine work.

John Legend and The Roots : Hang On In There

Somehow the "Wake Up!" collaborative project slipped by me until recently, despite being years old! It's mostly made up of covers of old soul records, and they're done well. Here's one example, their take on the low-key 1972 classic "Hang On In There" by Mike James Kirkland, with a beautiful groove and a solid message.

Children of Zeus : Rock You Internally

Yet another great cut from Konny Kon and Tyler Daly, both of whom are in fine rhyming style right here - classic tag team vocal styles. No slouches on the boards either, they cook up a quality beat from a classic soul sample. "The Story So Far..." is an essential purchase...and that's just a collection of their past work. The album, when it comes, is really going to be something.

Ill Camille : Take A Ride

Ill Camille is an artist coming out of Los Angeles who gets much respect from those in the know. While her latest LP "Heirloom" is getting rave reviews, here we go all the way back to 2011's "The Pre-Write" for a track which I think features the sadly late Alori Joh ; they collaborated on a version of this track I've seen titled as "Take That Ride". Camille handles her business here lyrically, and the hook is very nicely done as a bonus. I've not got any credits indicating who produced it, but I do like the beat - incidentally, all that EQ/filtering going on towards the end is part of the track itself!

KING : The Greatest

I don't know how many times I've played this track this year, but it's a lot. Paris Strother kills it on this production (as she does on the whole "We Are KING" album), and on the mic along with the other two members for this ethereal and grooving tribute to the great Muhammad Ali. If you're hearing it for the first time, it deserves an immediate rewind - alternatively, watch the excellent 8-bit-styled video :)

Tall Black Guy : Sade's Taboo (Sweetest Taboo Blap-Up)

The brother from another mother (and father) once again shows you how he flips well-known samples into his own head-nodding, shoulder-slumping style!

Craig G : W.F.W.T (What's Fuckin With That)

Ending things on an up note, we take a track from the amazingly titled "I Rap and Go Home" album. The Juice Crew veteran gives you a small window into his life as a live performer..and he loves it! Again, I like to see people win and so it's nice to know that Craig's working life is pretty awesome. Vaporworldz isn't an artist I've heard of before, but this beat is on-point; a light, cheerful head-nodder with a little reggae seasoning in there. I hope Craig G and the rest of the crew left Manchester with happy memories - although we couldn't help much with the weather, sadly.

Please remember to support the artists you like! The purpose of putting the podcast out and providing the full tracklist is to try and give some light, so do use the songs on each episode as a starting point to search out more material. If you have Spotify in your country it's a great way to explore, but otherwise there's always Youtube and the like. Seeing your favourite artists live is the best way to put money in their pockets, and buy the vinyl/CDs/downloads of the stuff you like the most!

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