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anisespice · 2 years ago

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“ the fuck-it list ” || hq! pt. 3

one || two || four

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.

pairing: various x gn!reader [ osamu, sakusa ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, MDI. literally can’t be bothered to think of anything else, but feel free to let me know lol

notes: sooo i lied <333 i’ve decided to give suna his own chapter later on (srry suna lovers !!!!) i just wasn’t satisfied with how his was turning out, and it was the only roadblock delaying my progress soooo figured we’d just put a pin in his for now lol especially for those who were FROTHING for these two in particular (this for y'all ✨) hope you enjoy :)))

notes ii: nobody LOOK AT ME, this took me an embarrassingly long time lol. i’m not familiar with them, personality-wise, but i tried ¯\_(��)_/¯

notes iii: this one’s got atsumu written all over it LMAOOO

tagged: @daedaep69 , @ahahadumbo , @viktoryn , @mdsb , @ourgoddessathena , @ushygushybaby , @hyori2 , @lumpywolf , @fantasycantasy

“Aht-CHOO!”

The bowl of popcorn nearly flew out your lap when you shrieked bloody-murder, body in fight or flight from the abrupt sound happening moments before a jumpscare in the movie you were watching. Head on a swivel, you soon realized the culprit wasn’t a psycho-killer in a ghost mask, but your darling OSAMU with his lawnmower of a sneeze coming through your front door.

You exhaled, relieved, but scared shitless. After pausing the movie, you glared down the hall leading to the door. “Seriously? You had to do that with your entire chest?”

Osamu sniffled, then muttered. “…Y’supposed to say bless ya before scoldin’ at your sweet and thoughtful boyfriend, y’know…”

“Aw, bless you, my love. And, fuck you.”

The brunette snorted, no doubt rolling his eyes as he toed off his shoes. Coming down the hall to soon reveal his handsome face, illuminated only by the bright tv screen, Osamu held up a large plastic bag filled with something greasy and delicious as the smell traveled up your nose. He grinned smugly at you intently eyeing the bag. “Fuck me, huh?”

You immediately doubled down, waving your hands. “Waitwaitwait I didn’t mean it like that. I meant it as in…fuck you’RE so sweet and thoughtful, and I love you so much..?”

Osamu hummed, taking off his ball cap to place it on your head. Shaking it a little by the brim, he winked. “Nice save, darlin’.”

He made way for your inspace kitchen to get dinner assorted with you trailing not too far behind. Your eyes eagerly ate up the widespread of all your favorites displayed on the countertop, practically hanging off his back since there was barely any room for the both of you in the tiny space. Popcorn long forgotten, your stomach sang a symphony for some real food, Osamu saving you the trouble of eating instant noodles for dinner yet again.

And without you even having to ask him for any of it, too.

Your gaze eventually locked onto the former volleyball player, eyeing him up with a newfound hunger that he was quick to pick up on while he popped a piece of fried chicken in his mouth. Looking down at you with a raised brow he patiently waited for you to voice your thoughts, a boyish grin growing on his face as he chewed.

You blinked. He blinked back, then chuckled lightly. “We communicatin’ telepathically, or somethin’?”

“If we were, you’d know I wanna suck you dry right now.”

Osamu.exe—E R R O R.

Man straight up inhaled the little that was still in his mouth, hurling him into a fit of hacks as he turned away from the food to fight for his life at your sink. Coughing up what he could into the drain with you behind him hitting his back for support, you couldn’t stop the evil, little laugh from slipping out seeing this as a form of karma for the scare earlier. Osamu fixed you with a weak glare once he calmed down, reaching over to pinch your cheek. “A warnin’ next time, would’ya?…”

You winced, but mirth still swam in your eyes. “Your only warning would’ve been your pants around your ankles-”

“Oi, quit that.” He gently grabbed your jaw to squish up your mouth, though it didn’t repress the cheeky grin you wore. The brunette did his best to remain unfazed, but the flush across his face was evident, your words clearly effecting him. “…Jeez, at least ask me how m’day was before ya slut me out. Soundin’ like all them thirsty-ass comments floodin’ my socials all damn day.”

Osamu let go of your face to grab plates from your cabinet, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded. Pursing your lips, you crossed your arms with a raised brow. “‘m sorry…the what flooding your socials?”

He busied himself with fixing your plate, nonchalantly recalling the very incident that occurred the other day, “That dumb fuck-list or whatever, mixed up me ‘nd ‘tsumu in their little post. Had his ugly mug front ‘nd center, but had my name attached to this long-winded thread ‘bout me basically being better in the sack than him. Shit’s wild.”

“The fuck-what now?” Osamu handed over a healthy plate full of food, you absentmindedly took it but made no move to eat. He started fixing his own, acting as if he didn’t just delay your appetite with this information. “Y—…you’re joking right? There’s no way something like that exists.”

“Oh, t’s very much real. Read it with my own eyes,” he licked the spoon he used to spread sauce across his chicken. “What, ya sayin’ ya haven’t heard of it? Seriously?”

“You know I don’t care enough to keep up with the trends that go on around here. And with good reason, clearly. What’s even the purpose?”

He shrugged. “Beats me. But it’s got ‘tsumu givin’ me the silent treatment, so maybe it’s not that bad after all.”

“Pfft. He’s pissy because some random on the internet said you’re the better lay? How would they know?? You’re both happily taken, and I wish a bitch would.” You smugly declared, bringing your food to the living room.

Osamu grinned at your possessive tone, trailing behind you holding plate and soda cans in either hand. “Damn straight. But, wasn’t just some random, babe. We’re talkin’ millions.”

Had you not already gotten situated on the couch, you would’ve surely spilled food all over yourself. Jaw nearly to the floor, you blinked up at him, bewildered. “Nuh uh.”

“Yuh huh.”

“Holy shit.”

Osamu took his usual spot next to you, large frame nearly taking up most of the couch. With bellies empty, knee knocking against knee, and elbow nudging elbow, the brunette hummed contently as he soaked in his favorite atmosphere—Your voice, your warmth, you. Though too busy monologuing about the absurdity of such a thing going viral to notice his fond gaze, Osamu silently listened to every word as he began eating from his plate. Although, all that mushiness is soon pushed to the back of his mind when the next sentence fell from your lips. After you eventually found said post to see it for yourself, needless to say you had some…hot takes.

“How could someone write this and not cringe? I mean, I love you ‘samu, but a Dom? If only they knew how nervous you were our first time, it was so adorable.” You giggled, tossing some chicken into your mouth. “You are not that guy.”

Osamu’s chewing paused. Your laughter eventually died down.

You didn’t feel his stare earlier…but you were definitely feeling it now, Mr. Krabs. Suddenly, the same dread you got when anticipating a jumpscare resurfaced. A sinking pit in your stomach like a rabbit stumbling upon a fox—Cliché aside, you fucked up. And you knew it in your bones the second your eyes locked with his, void of fondness and full of hunger despite his plate being half-eaten.

He swallowed the bit in his mouth, then spoke. “Sure ‘bout that?”

You mouth moved, floundered even, but nothing would come out. And Osamu didn’t rush you either, if anything he gladly watched you struggle while he continued munching away. “I—..I-I mean..I was just saying. Because…y’know, you never…we never really-”

“Mm. Jus’ cause we usually take things slow doesn’t mean you can’t get a hole fucked into your mattress, sweetheart. Keep tryin’ ya luck, ‘nd ya just might. Finish eatin’ first, though. Ya gonna need your energy.”

SAKUSA couldn’t give a flying fuck about the list. He would literally walk away from someone mid-conversation if said topic got brought up. And don’t think that you’re the exception, either—Man parked and got out of his OWN CAR during the drive back to his place, refusing to get back in until you dropped the subject entirely.

“Omi-”

“No.”

“C’monnnn.”

“No.”

You giggled, “I won’t talk about it anymore, I promise.”

He had his back to you as you spoke through the rolled down, driver’s side window, trying to ‘pspspsps’ him back into the car like a stubborn cat. Sakusa knew he was being ridiculous, but he just couldn’t stomach anymore nonsense. Plus, there’s a bit of suspicion on his end whenever it came to talking about the accursed list—Sakusa saw it as a bad omen.

Anyone who talked about it within his circle, be it teammates or personal friends, miraculously found themselves posted up the following day like fresh meat on the market. Once he caught wind that not even taken people were spared from being thirsted over, his disdain merely amplified, as did his precaution.

“Baby, I’ll burn some sage back at your apartment to scare away the bad energy from my filthy words. Would that make you feel better?”

Sakusa huffed, looking over his shoulder to give you a good ole stank face—One you barely paid any mind to as you batted your lashes at him. He glitched. Had it not been for the mask he was wearing, you’d see the harsh flush that spread across his face. Too bad his neck was exposed, giving him away as you grinned knowingly. But, you weren’t about to distract him from the issue at hand, you temptress.

“Don’t patronize me. Besides, you didn’t say it at my apartment, you said it in the car. Would completely defeat the purpose.”

You blinked.

There was no stopping the laughing fit you fell into when his words eventually processed, borderline cackling. “I-I’ll sage the car then, how ‘bout that?”

The ravenette squinted, marching up to the car to stick his head in before pulling his mask down so you could see his heavy frown through your tearful hysterics.

“You’re laughing. You’ve doomed me to becoming targeted by perverts, and you’re laughing.”

“‘yoomi, PLEASE.” You wheezed, waving a hand at him for mercy. With a couple stuttered intakes of air, you did your best to pull it together. “Don’t you think…you’re being a little paranoid?”

Amusement colored your features when you made eye contact with the outside hitter. Sakusa rolled his, tugging his mask back on before re-entering the car. “We’ll see how funny you find it when we can’t be seen together in public anymore.”

“And why not?” You raised a brow, still giggly.

Sakusa buckled in, taking the car out of park. “Because. When I do get posted, I won’t be leaving the safety of my room until that shit gets banned.”

“Oh my god, honey, I promise. You’re worrying over nothing. If you were gonna be on the list, don’t you think you would’ve by now? I mean, c’mon, even Hinata got on it before you. Majority of your teammates did!”

“That’s exactly my point. I’m the only one left.”

The two of you continued a playful back and forth pretty much the whole drive, more so you teasing him than anything else. After a while, having had your fun, you gave it a rest much to Sakusa’s relief. “Can still burn some sage, if you want-” “You’re not funny.”

Your evening continued on as normal, him taking a shower while you busied yourself by looking for a show the two of you could binge. Although, even after the discussion from earlier had been dropped, your boyfriend’s words still echoed in the back of your mind like a mantra. ‘I’m the only one left.’

As much as you’d hate to admit, though never to his face, your over-suspicious companion had a point. Without the safety net of his more extroverted teammates being in the spotlight of rabid fans, what’s delaying the swarm of unsolicited desires now? Even with his sourtude, Sakusa was an attractive individual—The dark curls that frame his face perfectly, his piercing pools of obsidian that shred through you like paper, the beauty marks above his brow, his THIGHS. And those were just surface-level things.

Being one of the privileged few who’ve seen all layers of Sakusa, you couldn’t blame them for wanting to explore deeper into who he was beyond that cold exterior…in more ways than one. Who better to fill those burning questions than some horny randos with too much time on their hands?

But, he’s made it this far without issue, what’s there to worry about now?—*Bzzzzt*

You jolt slightly, the harsh vibration coming from the sofa table breaking you out of your thoughts. With a short glance at your phone, the lit screen revealed an incoming call from Sakusa’s cousin, Komori. You exhale a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, reaching over to grab the device and answer it. However, as your thumb hovered over the green button, a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder…why would he be calling you?

You shook your head, answering the call before your mind could wander. He probably just wanted to catch up, make small talk. A smile graced your face as you happily greeted him, “Mori! Hi, what can I do ya for-?”

“Has he seen it?? Am I too late??”

You froze, blinking widely in stunned confusion. Your silence must have been loud enough for the man to grow more anxious, calling out your name to regain your attention. “Uh…has who seen what?”

Komori exhaled, in what you could only assume was relief. “Thank God…you sound blissfully unaware. That means there’s still time. You’re at his place, right?”

You blinked, eyes looking around as if he could see you.

“Kiyoomi’s? Yeah, I am. He’s in the shower at the moment if you were trying to reach him. Is everything okay?”

Now it was him who turned silent. You waited with bated breath, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you wracked your brain for every worst case scenario…but a small part of you already had an idea.

“It’s the complete opposite, I’m afraid.”

‘Kiyoomi Sakusa. 6’2ft of ?????. An enigma. We had to take our time this one. This tall, personification of a hand sanitizer bottle may appear to be disgusted and disinterested, but once you get past those disinfectant defenses of his…Lady in the streets, but a freak in the bed. Why else would he keep so clean all the time? It’s ‘cause he’s hiding an absolute FILTHY ANIMAL behind his mask (literally and figuratively) you cannot convince me otherwise. Definitely a Hard Dom, would degrade you for making a mess all over him even though he’s the one to blame; THRIVES when you get messy for him tho. Firm believer that he’d spit in your mouth, both as punishment and a reward. He won’t make much noise, you’ll think he’s doing taxes while deep in your guts, but just watch his face; homie is EXPRESSIVE. Aftercare could go either way, but he’d probably focus more on getting the sheets changed than cleaning you up. 7/10.’

You clenched the phone in disbelief, eyes watering due to the sexual word-vomit burning them the more you read on. It didn’t even take you long to find the dreaded post you were convinced would never manifest, refreshing the page multiple times just to confirm its existence. “Shit. I really did doom him to being targeted by perverts…”

“Huh??” Komori voiced. You merely brushed it off.

“Nothing,” you sighed. Taking the conversation out on the balcony in case Sakusa overheard, you had Komori on speaker as you attempted to do damage control. “Do the others know about this? Oh God, does Atsumu?? Knowing him, he’d surely jump at the chance to tease Omi with something like this.”

“Dunno. Just found out myself, and you were the first person I thought to call.”

You looked over your shoulder, peeking inside to see if the outside hitter was roaming around. There didn’t appear to be any movement, but there’s no doubt he finished showering by now.

Exhaling, you began sifting through your contacts. “We need to do whatever it takes to make sure he never finds out about the post. I’ll text everyone I know to help flag it down, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take before-”

“Who’re you talking to?”

Startled, phone nearly tossed off the balcony, you turned toward the sudden appearance of your freshly washed boyfriend, towel around his neck and adorned in lounge wear. Komori held his breath, as if he also were caught in the act even though he could easily escape with a mere press of a button. “Um…your cousin.”

“Okay, but…why’d you come out here? You wouldn’t have disturbed me if you took the call inside.” Sakusa raised a brow at your stiff posture, perplexed but concerned. “Something the matter?”

“No!” You winced at your own volume. His eyes widened slightly, making you nervously chuckle. Clearing your throat, you attempted to play it cool. “No, uh…just wanted to get some air while catching up with Komori, that’s all. W-why d’you ask?”

Sakusa squinted at you. “You’re jumpy.”

“J-Jumpy? Me? Uh.. that’s because…” Searching your brain for an excuse, luckily Komori had your back with his quick thinking.

“B-Because! We’re talking about the list! And t-they figured you wouldn’t wanna hear us, so-” SLAM!

Before he could even get the rest of the explanation out, Sakusa had already closed the sliding door. You and Komori shared a sigh of relief. You watched Sakusa’s back retreat into the living room as he sat on the couch, flickering around for something to put on to pass the time.

Just as suspected…still paranoid.

“That was close…”

“Super close. Think he bought it?”

You groaned, hesitant to take your eyes off him. “Won’t matter if he decides to check his phone at some point…”

It didn’t appear to be anywhere in sight, hopefully charging in another room. But, there was no point in wasting time worrying about that. You had some flagging to do. And as long as he had no reason to look at it, you’d be fine.

Sakusa, now bored with you occupied by something else, couldn’t help but to watch you longingly from the couch. You were speaking so animatedly, using your free hand to gesture, pacing back and forth. He frowned—How can that stupid list be more important than snuggling up with him? Yet another reason to hate it.

Exhaling through his nose he leaned back on the sofa, remote in hand as he looked for something to help pass the time. However, before he could get very far in his search, his phone rings.

Confused, he reached into his pocket. Instantly, his mood went from neutral to shriveled when he read the caller ID—Miya.

He had half a mind to ignore it, but knowing Atsumu he’d probably just keep calling until the inevitable happened with him turning up on his doorstep. Sakusa gave an annoyed huff, reluctantly answering the phone.

“Better have a good reason to be calling me this late, idiot.”

“Oh ho ho. Believe me, Omi-Omi. You’ll wanna see this.”

Back on the balcony, after the sixth time flagging the post for misinformation and harassment, you suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere that wasn’t there moments before. Halting your frantic thumbs, you slowly looked up from the screen as a cold chill ran up your spine; something didn’t feel right in the force.

You weren’t sure what made you turn back to look inside the room, but the moment you did…it was like the world had gone into slow motion—Komori’s voice faded into the background as he called out your name, drowned out by the sound of your heart pounding through your ribs at the sight of Sakusa on his phone, face contorted into what could only be described as pure humiliation as he stared into the endless abyss while on his knees.

Probably should’ve burned that sage when you had the chance.

#🍁wasabi #‼️PT. 3‼️#*posts it and runs*#hq #hq scenarios #hq smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #hq osamu #hq sakusa #the fuck-it list

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bohemianblasphemy · 6 months ago

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Hello, could please request Billy Butcher x reader, where the reader is thigh riding him in the office, thinking that everyone has gone, but Hughie or someone ends up coming back and the reader and Billy get caught in the act?? (I sooo want to thigh ride him so bad 😍🥵)

i’ve been waiting for this one! ✨

the office at night was quiet. the other five members of the group had left for the evening, spending time to relax from the troubles of the office space- which left Butcher and yourself alone.

you had been teasing him all day, you had decided to come into the office wearing a skirt - it hugged your curves and showed off juuust the right amount of skin, you looked absolutely stunning and butcher was fuming; not being about to touch you that whole day drove him absolutely insane.

you had finally finished your last bit of research and decide to shut down you computer. you stand up from your desk and walk over to butcher, hiking your skirt up your thighs just a little. “i’m gonna go now Billy, i’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” you said, about to turn around to leave but he grabs your hand to stop you in your tracks. he looked at you, turning his chair around to bring his legs out from under the desk. “ nup, you ain’t goin’ anywhere.” he smirked, looking at you. you smiled down at him, knowing that he had something planned for you both. “what do you mean butcher?” you asked coyly and he scoffs. “don’t giv’ me that, you know exactly what i’m talkin’ about… that fuckin’ skirt.” you smirk at him “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

he reaches out for your hips, pulling you closer to him; his calloused hands run up your thighs, hiking your skirt up to expose your underwear. “you have been teasing me with this thing all fuckin’ day…” he turns himself once more in his seat, this time lining his leg up between yours and pulls you forward until you’re lined up with the middle of his thigh. “go on, sit right ‘ere.” he pats his thick, jean clad thigh and looks up and down at your body. you smile sweetly, pushing your underwear to the side before placing yourself on his thigh.

your hands reach his shoulders to support yourself, before rocking yourself back and forth agonisingly slow on his leg. you whimper at the friction and look at him, butcher is watching you intently “ c’mon love, you gotta give me a lil’ more than that…” his hands reach down for your hips, now in control of the speed of you riding. you gasp at the sudden intensity of pleasure going through your body, moaning butchers name. his mouth widens into a grin “ atta girl…” butchers leans forward to kiss you; your tongues dance around each other while your hips grind harder into his leg.

“s-shit i’m almost there…” you groan, putting your face into the crook of his neck. “c’mon baby, cum on my thigh…” he encourages, and you continue to moan louder until the office door flies open and Hughie appears in the doorway. “ hey sorry i forgot my lapto- oh fuck!” hughie throws his hand up to cover his eyes. he tries to navigate his way to his desk without his sight, “do you guys really need to do this here?” he questions, using his other hand to feel around his desk for his laptop. “mate, can you just shut up and leave?” Butcher retaliates, aggravated that you were both interrupted. after a couple of attempts to feel around he finally picks up his laptop. “ok ok i’m leaving… have fun?” “just leave!” Billy complains, before hughie finds his way to the front door.

you start to giggle, finding the situation funny and butcher rolls his eyes “ he better not tell Annie that or he ain’t gonna hear the end of it.” he says with a scowl on his face. “c’mon butcher… besides, we aren’t done yet.” you whisper in his ear, his mouth turns up into a smirk and places his hands back onto your hips, ready to continue…

#billy butcher #the boys #amazon the boys #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher brainrot go brr #the boys tv #billy butcher imagine #karl urban #billy butcher smut #pookie bear

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brackishkittie · 1 year ago

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yeah it's still september but it's halloween time for me sooo

walking through a haunted house with abby and getting scared and clinging onto her every five minutes. her laughing and comforting you throughout the house and at the end ✨treats you✨ for being so brave🤭

in for it, abby anderson

— abby anderson x black!reader

synopsis: basically the request. 😭😭

c/n: just nastyyyy bro, car sex, fingering ( r!receiving ), pet names ( baby, babe, doll, sweet girl ), clit slapping, edging, and oral ( r!receiving ).

a/n: this was supposed to come out weeks ago but writers block kicked me in my ass omfg…

layout creds: @nysrage ( go check her out, her work is amazing btw. 🤭🤭 )

word count: 1.6k

it’s october and a cool festival opens up every year for everyone to go to, so you and abby decide to go since you guys go out to fun places as if it’s a tradition. after doing mostly everything in eachother’s lines of sight, abby looks at the new haunted house they opened up and her eyes just light up like a little kid looking at a candy store. “babe look! they opened up the haunted house.” she smiles wildly as she looks back at you. abby knew you liked scary shit, but you had your limits and haunted houses were one of them. you feel a frown spread across your face when you saw it.

“ohh!!…abs are you sure you can handle it?” you ask hesitantly, trying to kinda sway her away from it for now. “..yeah?? why do you think I’m trying to get inside of it?” she grabs your hand when you say nothing and walks you over to the line. “I know you not getting sassy with me abby..” you squint at her but she doesn’t take you seriously. “oh you do NOT wanna see sassy.” she laughs and you just roll your eyes. you guys talk half of the waiting time and before you know it, you’re at the front of the line. “enjoy the house!” the employee smiles at you two and lets you both in. not even 5 minutes of being inside of the house, you cling onto abby’s arm. “jeez..and you were asking me if I can handle it?” she laughs and looks around in awe, “these people need a raise, look at how much effort they put! the little ugly dolls are looking at me funny.” she says as she gets a good look at them. you guys don’t even realize that a person in a realistic ass zombie costume was sneaking up behind you guys because when you two turned around? all hell broke loose the way you screamed bloody murder.

“holy shit..YOUR FACE WAS PRICELESS!” abby starts laughing at you at you and you just frown again, “that’s not funny.” you sigh and look around again, hoping that whatever the fuck that thing was wouldn’t pop up again and scare you. “I’m sorry babe, but look, if you can make it through the rest of this house, I’ll reward you at the end. got it?” she wraps an arm around you and you cling onto her once again. she places a reassuring kiss right on your forehead and leads you through the house once more. “they put too much detail into this place..I don’t like it one bit…” you say while your grip on abby gets even tighter. “baby it’s ok, I got you. remember that none of this is actually real so you’ll be ok. I promise.” abby smiles at you and you just stay quiet, you didn’t even realize that you were holding your breath. “how much more longer do we have in here?” you whine, “not that long baby, cmon you can do it. none of this is real.”

you were ok for awhile, trying your best to keep your cool but the feeling of being watched made your stomach do flips and turns. the only thing that kept you at bay was the fact that you were holding onto your girlfriend, abby. “abby I really don’t like this.” you utter, still looking over your shoulder every now and then. “you’re a brave girl, aren’t you? we’re almost out baby.” she rubs your shoulder and you relax, you don’t feel as tense anymore and not even 5 minutes later, you guys finally make it out of that horrible place. “seeee?? no need to be scared, we made it out in one piece.” abby shoves you playfully while laughing at the face you made in return, “remind me to never ever come with you to a haunted house again..” you cross your arms and abby kisses your forehead once again. “who are you gonna cling onto then, hm?” you paused, she was right but you kissed your teeth, “whatever..let’s just get in the car, they’re gonna close soon and it’s pretty late.” you say to her, she nods and wraps an arm around your waist while you two walk back to your shared car.

“mmfgh— fuck!” you moan out, her fingers deep inside of you, while her tongue skillfully attacks your clit. her eyes never coming off of you, she’s been thinking about getting you like this for atleast half of the whole night. the way you clung onto her, the way your body pressed up against her, the way you just had her head spinning. she was so proud of you, her brave girl going through a haunted house with her and now she just wants to reward you. “abbyyyy..fuck- too much…” you whine, gripping her hair even tighter and bucking your hips, “you can take it, baby, I know you can..cmon doll, you’re brave aren’t you?” she says while she’s still ramming her fingers in and out of you, driving you absolutely nuts. you try to move back but she pulls you back by wrapping a strong arm around your leg, “don’t fucking run.” she mutters. her eyes darkening as she said it, abby looked feral. she slapped your clit and you flinched, biting the inside of your cheek. your clit was so sensitive from all the stimulation and she was aware of that. very aware. abby pulls her fingers out and shoved them into your mouth. “be a good girl and stay still. I won’t tell you again.” you nod and she takes her fingers out of your mouth.

abby slowly rubs at your clit with her thumb, holding and squeezing your left thigh with her hand while she’s holding eye contact with you again. she started rubbing your clit faster and your breathing hitched. “a-abby please it’s too much!” your back arches as you grasp at her arm for support and try to push her away, “so fuckin’ disobedient..” she groans and slaps at your clit again. she shoves her fingers back inside of you and her mouth latches back onto your clit, her tongue swirling around your bud and sucking harder than before, “abby I’m gonna fucking cum! fuckkk!” your hips buck again and as soon as you feel like your gonna cum, abby completely stops. “you can’t cum yet. you didn’t listen, so now you gotta beg for it baby.” she smirks, “sit up and get on my lap.” she pats her leg and you move onto her, and as soon as you did, she pulls your shirt off and immediately starts groping and sucking at your tits. abby looked feral, the way her hand moved down to smack your ass and make its way back over to your ache, she was all over you. as she starts fingering you again, she kisses you sloppily, your lipgloss smudging as she kisses you, and runny mascara tears rolling down your face.

“abby pleaseeee- oh fuck!” you moan out, feeling yourself reaching your high again, “you wanna cum baby? hm?” she slurs, and all you can do is nod as her half-lidded eyes watch you lose yourself from her just shoving her fingers in and out of you. “abby please let me cum..it’s too muchhhh!!” your hand grips at her shoulder and your eyes roll back from all of the stimulation. “go on sweet girl. go ahead and cum for me baby.” abby starts kissing and sucking at your neck while pinching at your sensitive nipples. the stimulation was sending you insane at this point. you look disheveled and completely drained, “I know baby, it’s okay. you’re almost there.” you felt your vision get blurry and your legs go numb as you cummed all over abby’s fingers. “such a good girl. I’ll clean up and get you something to eat on the way okay?..but first maybe get some clothes on because I may have forgotten that we’re in a parking lot…”

tags: @vnus-starr @mariefilms @machetegirl109 🤎

#brackishkittie #abby x you #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #abby x fem!reader #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby anderson #abby x black reader #abby x y/n

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hello again dove <3 hehe thank you so much for the matchup spots. it makes me sooo happy really <3 so, for the needed info!

a bllk match up please!

i will send it in an ask after this one :>

a male around teenage years thank you <3

an sfw result pls would be nice hehe

as for my personality, i’m a she/ her infp and a capricorn, to start off :D i think i’m a pretty curious and open minded person. i’m an introverted person who likes to be an ‘audience’ more by nature, but i’m also pretty talkative and affectionate i think. though, when my social battery run out i do tend to become a quiet person who just hang around and listen almost immediately haha ;;;; i’m a pretty idealist person, while also trying my best to be open and understand another point of view. and as i like to think a lot, while it came with its benefits like considerations, sometimes it ended up in some bad habits like 2 am 4 am silent overthinking and putting unnecessary pressure on myself to the point i got cold feet hohoho. however i do recently realize with little reassurance and praises that is convincing to me, i got cheered up almost immediately ahahaha my biggest love language are words of affirmation & acts of service, even though i’m pretty receptive to all! (words of affirmations and acts of service are definitely up there tho <3)

my hobbies include watching movies and videos! animations, indie stuffs, and ‘making you think and reflect’ stuffs especially lately haha. i also enjoy reading, writing, and drawing! (i think, it’s the aspect of ‘learning’ and ‘a story of something’ that interests me the most from these kind of activities) i also likes looking at aesthetically pleasing and pretty pictures and such. i do also enjoy going to new places. my faves are mostly related to art or history! i go alone sometimes, with my friends sometimes too. on my downtime, usually my go to is a long hour of rpg or idle gaming in my room. or scrolling down my phone for random trivia and advices while listening to something ehe

my ideal date would be to hang out, and maybe eat, in a place that is not too fancy, somewhere indoor if i have to choose tho haha. a calm & quiet place my date likes or have fond memory would be nice honestly, like a hole in the wall restaurant or a cafe they often hang out in, for example? a simple, pleasant time is more than enough for me. though, i think as long as i can listen and talk to them, i would be fine anywhere

i think that’s all! i hope it is enough and also not too much! thank you so much again :””” sending you many virtual kisses! i hope you can have fun and take your time doing this, i’m looking forward to it :3 wish you a nice day and night dove! take care <3

💌 ✮⋆˙ love letter to...popponn!

hi popon!!! srry this took a little longer than it usually does,, i rlly wanted it to be perfect n finals week got a little in the way! also i think we have the same glasses LOL,, ur so pretty tho like i love ur haircut,, the bangs are so cute so suit u sm !!!! i rlly hope u like this n i had a lot of fun doing this matchup!!

[ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ ] your complete matchup results!

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ APPEARANCE PAIRING ! congratulations . . .‧₊˚🪐✩ZANTETSU TSURUGI₊˚✨⊹♡

with his height, zantetsu towers over you and holds your hand, making sure that you don't get lost in the crowd. he may not have the biggest brain, but he does have the biggest heart. he'd do anything to see that bright smile on your face whilst your hair blows in the wind. if there's one thing he's devoted to more than soccer, it's undoubtedly you; and he wouldn't change that for the anything.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ PERSONALITY PAIRING ! congratulations . . .‧₊˚👾✩YO HIORI₊˚🌑⊹♡

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ chemistry analysis . . .

while reading through your personality traits, i realized that i wanted to pair you with someone similar to you rather than someone who's your opposite. i also wanted someone good at communicating, which crossed off nagi (lol); and then i landed on hiori after debating a few other options. i think that you and hiori would definitely be the most compatible compared to any other blue lock boy— and you two would be really cute together!

one thing that you and hiori have in common, is your preference for a quiet life. you're both extremely introverted people and like to avoid noisy and obnoxious crowds, which makes it easier to find comfort in each other when you need a little break from socialization. rather than standing on the sidelines in silence, the two of you talk to one another and quietly comment on the conversation whenever you're in a social setting— genuinely enjoying each other's presence over a large group of people. when you're in need of a social break, hiori's the person you know you can go to.

being observant is one of hiori's major traits. he's extremely good at reading people and understanding how they're thinking without even having to ask, which would be extremely beneficial whenever you have those nights where your mind is running wild and you can't seem to sleep. hiori is right beside you, asking you what's wrong, and talking you through your feelings in the gentlest way he can. your happiness is of utmost importance to him, and he can't rest until he knows you're feeling better. he's also a great communicator. he knows how to explain his emotions and understand other people when they struggle to do so. with that observance and communication, he's the perfect boyfriend for you.

your hobbies also really align with hiori, considering that gaming is also his usual go-to when he doesn't know how to spend his free time. the two of you could be on a discord call together, in the middle of the most difficult rpg campaign that either of you have ever played; yet somehow still manage to complete the hardest task possible since you have such great teamwork. if either of you wasn't feeling up to play for some reason, you could simply watch the other livestream and lowkey backseat game if that's what your into— though hiori wouldn't mind. he just likes to hear your voice, no matter if you're telling him what to do or simply giving him some helpful advice.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ memories on the wall . . .

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ a treasured moment . . .

"happy anniversary." hiori smiles at you softly as the glow from the dim over-head lighting casts dancing shadows across his face.

the atmosphere of the familiar restaurant is so comforting. it's almost like a warm blanket enveloping the both of you and squeezing tight until you're fast asleep. it's been a year since you first came here, having walked through the doors on your first date and choosing to come again and again to make more memories as the time goes by.

"happy anniversary to you too." you grin back, shining your bright teeth at him and mouthing a quick 'i love you' as you begin to look at the menu.

there's a smooth piano track playing on the speakers, so lovely that you'd think it was a live band if you hadn't asked a few months ago. you and hiori love this place for the intimacy the ambience brings. you don't have to shout to hear what he's saying and he doesn't need to be overly outgoing to get your attention. it's almost as if this place was made just for you two, and you were so lucky to find it so soon after finding one another.

"you gonna get the same thing as usual?" he asks. he knows you so well.

"obviously."

#matchups ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎#txt.popponn

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here4theheartbreak · 2 years ago

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I can’t imagine there being a gay bar here hosting monthly kpop nights. In fact, I can’t even imagine there being a gay bar...! 😅

The cup sleeve itself looks so nice, and so do those pretty decorations! I'm so glad these events are a thing. I think it really builds a sense of (wider) community. 💕

Bouncy definitely has a 'kpop' vibe. The first time I heard it, it felt simultaneously like the least/most ‘Ateez’ Ateez song to date. But I know that was their plan. They’ve been saying for a while that they want to try and capture the interest of KR at large — whilst also being themselves and respecting what they already have. Which, honestly, I think they’ve done. It’s a nice song to just ENJOY and have fun with. 🌶️🔥🐐🥊🤠

That’s a lot of songs you made your way through over the weekend! I’m impressed. There were a few songs I wasn’t sure about at first...but now I’m actively adding them to my playlists, soooo yeah... 🌟✨

A miniseries would be great!! I’d love it if it was like the MV’s and the teasers — where there are just subtitles and sometimes voiceovers. That’d be pretty cool. I hope they do it. Or that they do something similar! KQ are clearly not afraid to splash a little cash on locations and cinematography.

Ohhh, I read the new Diary storyline/pages on twitter somewhere. It’s definitely on there if you don’t want to wait!

The Atiny and Ateez relationship is sooo good. Surprisingly good, actually. We’re really lucky that nothing significant has happened to create distance. Especially given how some fans are so invasive and overly familiar sometimes. Still, I think Atiny are mostly chill, and there’s not much guilt involved in supporting them either. Not everyone can vote every single time, or stream all day long. From what I’ve seen, it’s always just been a case of if you can, please do. And, yeah, it doesn't always work out. There have been a few heartbreaking losses on music shows, for instance (the one where they all had glasses of orange juice on stage to celebrate, but then they didn’t win, springs to mind 😭). Still, it’s like San always says, we can support Ateez with our whole hearts, but we should always be the most important people in our own lives!

JFC. YES. THERE'S SO MUCH CONTENT. I can only wish you luck because that is quite a mountain to climb! 😅

Wanteez is so good! I especially loved the latest drinking episodes! Poor drunk San! Someone save him, our tipsy tomato~!

Ah, I also love Woosan! 🦊☂️⛰️ I love their energy. I love that they bicker. I love that they cling. I love that they have matching friendship tattoos. I love: 'we're not always good, but we always choose each other.' I love: 'the best luck I have experienced in my life was meeting you.'

They’re super cute, and silly, and funny~!

I’m really glad that San is someone you can have as a bias — even if it felt impossible for you at first. He really has such a good heart! Just like Wooyoung!

Honestly, I think people often forget that about Wooyoung, because he’s loud and he’s hilarious. I mean, yes, he's always messing with the members and causing chaos on screen and on stage.... but he’s incredibly kindhearted.

Hongjoong literally said that when Wooyoung gets hurt by other people, he blames himself rather than them. He blames himself for trusting them in the first place, rather than them for what they’ve done to him.

Alsoooo, when that whole Ateez vs Vata dance plagiarism thing happened he was so visible in standing up for their team. Adding the 'driving' move to his The Real dance breaks. Calling out the copying. What a guy.

And then there's that time he called out a sasaeng for continually phoning Jongho when they were doing a vlive together. He's not afraid to speak up and it's such a strength.

Oh! Annnnnnd there's the fact that he cried after Yeosang's ending ment last year because he'd overheard Yeosang talking to his mom about a surgery she was having.... but YS hadn't told anyone in Ateez about it, including WY even though they'd been friends for 8 years. And WY had been so worried about YS's mom but he didn't know how to ask him about it. So, he ended up in tears when YS brought it up on stage.

Really, Wooyoung cares so much. I could list soooo many different examples of him feeling so much, and caring so much, about those around him.

In fact, I could probably do that for all the members! 😂💖

(/you have reached the end of my unplanned Wooyoung rant 😂)

Ahhh yeah, absolutely none of them can stay in their lanes. They're always swerving all over the place. Right now, Yunho is coming for me. The way he laughs shyly into his hand? Let me live, puppy~ 😩

Since day one, my bias has been Kim Hongjoong! I saw our tiny captain rapping with his pretty hair, looking full of passion, painting his clothes and his nails, telling off the younger members like a stressed-out dad, and I was like 'ahhh, there he is. He's the man for me!'

My bias wrecker is Seonghwa. So, I'm all about Matz~! 😂 But I literally love them all so much!

Well, I recently got an Ateez tattoo- lyrics from Promise. So, I recommend the Promise video from 2019 - although the 'Band Live Concert' version is the one I actually like the most, the 2019 one is just the one from when I first got into them, so it has nice memories attached to it!

Don't Stop is a great MV that people sometimes miss because it's not on KQ's channel.

I still recommend Treasure Film because they have to do a bunch of fun tasks - Jongho has to arm wrestle guys at a gym, Yeosang has to conquer his shyness and say hello to people on the street (🥺) etc etc. And there's a really sweet section near the end where they have to call their moms and tell them what they're thankful for. It's so good because they're actually exactly like their moms! 💖

There's also their cover of Black Cat Nero. Both the Immortal Songs stage and the subsequent MV are good!

And there's the song they did for Pepsi with Monsta X (and others) - Summer Taste. It's worth a glance. Changkyun coming in after Hongjoong?? Yessss, please. 😍

Talking of MX, Choi Jongho has got to be the most successful Monbebe of all time! What a king~!✨

Sorry about this being an essay length ask.... 😩😂

Honestly the production quality that KQ has when it comes to their mvs is insane! Right away I asked my friend who owned these guys - given the horrid history with certain companies, there’s some I’m just not comfortable supporting even in a small way - when she said they were fully indie I did not expect much at all - so I was absolutely FLOORED. They know where their cash cow is and they treat them well, it seems.

I actually ordered another copy that should be here sooner of the diary version! Should be here next week I think, so sooner than mid-July lol; I have a friend who is getting into the group with me so I’ll just gift them the extra copy (they don’t collect PCs or anything, so I often end up passing along my spare copies of albums that I don’t wanna tangle with selling 😂)

I sat down today and tried to go and make a list of all their different variety shows and things they appear often on (like their hello82 stuff, etc) and I was floored by just how much there was. Every time I thought I completed the list I scrolled and found yet another show or mini-series I had completely missed 😩 - how does this group have so much?? Do these kids SLEEP? 🤣

I have seen clips of the drinking episode and am so tempted to skip forward to it because it looks so genuinely hilarious, who the hell let them get that drunk 😂

My God I can’t talk enough about Woosan. I’ve always been preferential to bias pairs who have that tom and jerry soulmate energy but I genuinely haven’t had a pair that embodies it SO perfectly. The people you look at and you’re like, yeah, those two were always meant to find each other, it wouldn’t matter how many miles separated them, they’d wind up stumbling over each other in some way.  “We’re not always good, but we always choose each other.” - the way I almost burst into tears, I watched that episode just last night actually. Or the recent show - when San was asked if he regretted the tattoo and just, entirely unhesitating “never” even tho they’d been sniping at each other all day 😭😭😭

And truly! I didn’t think much about Woo at first; I kinda assumed he was just another dancer/visual type but since San wouldn’t let me breathe without Wooyoung RIGHT THERE I ended up looking more into him and he’s so sweet. My God, he’s such a caring, gentle person. Definitely the embodiment of more than meets the eye in so many ways. And he’s so mindful of all the members, he knows exactly how to play with each of them, even if sometimes it’s a little chaotic, you just know he’s always gonna be the one there if they need something.

I heard about the Vata thing! That took some real nerve on his part, calling him out so publicly - good for him though, there needs to be more people in the industry like him, it might become a little less corrupt and nasty if there were. If more weren’t afraid to call out the bullshit maybe people would be more mindful of not starting this shit.

And frankly his TALENT. Jesus. When I told my friend I’d picked him as my split bias for sure, she explained some of his past and being picked on by other fandoms, etc - it was heartbreaking - he’s got so much talent and deserves the world 😭

I mean honestly - all of them; I’ve never seen a more shining example of a group of just genuinely well meaning people who try their best to do the right thing, and so talented on top of it - like… How did I miss them for so long??? I got into kpop as a whole literally six months before they debuted?! I could have picked them up from day one! The way I’m kicking myself for it 😩

Yunho! Jfc that guy. He was the member I didn’t really notice right away but this comeback and as I watch more variety shows - he’s so cute?! And he’s got such a funny personality, bahh- I figured I’d be safe from him but nah, he’s climbed right up there. Instead of a list of 8 places 1 through 8 this group is more like 1, 2, 2.5 — Woosan; Yeo and Joong; then the other 4 - there’s no least favorite 😭

Ah! Tattoo! That’s so cool; I love it; my friend has an Ateez tattoo from Star 1117; I’m thinking I will probably add one to my sleeve as well, I’ll wait until after I go to a concert, maybe, unless I’m super inspired. I haven’t seen that video though! Another one to add to my list lol - but I have seen Don’t Stop! That video was insane, I loved it sm and the song was great. I remember sending it to my friend when I watched it with the comment “the sweet little criminal mastermind pirates” (honestly the number of nicknames this poor group has ended up with - my favorite was for Jongho, “the softest insurrectionist you’ll ever see” - and I stand by that. 😂)

Also omg Black Cat Nero - so this video is funny (in another I’m kicking myself square in the ass way) bc I’ve seen it pop up on my dash ever since it came out (the Halloween m/v specifically); and every time I saw it I almost clicked on it bc it looked interesting with San’s makeup… And I didn’t because it wasn’t a group I was into so I just… Ignored it. For two years YouTube has tried to hand me this damn group.

(Also no need to apologize for the long asks lol - I’m sure my non-atiny friends are so so sick o hearing me ramble for hours about these guys so I 100% do not mind 😂😂😂😂

#answered #ask #daegu-flowjob

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UGHHHH HAZEL IT WAS TOO GOOD. I maybe shouldn’t have had coffee right before reading this cuz now I’m all worked up.

The tension here is sooo palpable — I can feel that we’re gearing up for the finale and I’m just clawing my hands into the dirt before being inevitably dragged away kicking and screaming 😮‍💨

PLEASE NOTE: In case it’s not obvious lmao whenever I call our little Detective by his first name it’s with disrespectful intent 😂✨

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Brady bit his tongue, wanting to say something sharp. I don’t see any ladies here.

DON’T BE SUCH A FUCKING SQUARE KENNETH

He felt like a fox about to be pecked to death by the hens.

YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE HEN HOUSE PUNK 😤

“Does Janet know you like to hang around burlesquers?” Someone said as his back was turned.

it’s me, I’m someone

“Could you stay with me? I’m not going anywhere. But I’ll feel safer if I’m not talking to him alone. In case he tries to drag me out. He seems a little off his rocker.” You were genuinely scared he would grab you by the arm and pull you out of the theater if he didn’t think anyone would see.

HONESTLYYY that Detective Brady is off his rocker <- actually just doing his job but I don’t like it >:T

Brady felt an embarrassed blush take hold as the women moved past him with scowls and tsks.

WHAT DID I SAY? BRUV CAN’T HANDLE THE HEN HOUSE

He didn’t need to talk to you. His lead still stood. But maybe you’d slip and say something to expedite his search for the radio man.

THE RADIO DEMAN 🫠✨

Brady’s eyeline adjusted from yours to Ruth’s. Skye Scraper wasn’t just a pun, it was a cruel nickname she took ownership of. “Finish that sentence.”

FUCK YEAH RUTH

You’d memorized the number the night Alastor gave it to you, too scared to write it down. He warned you though he wouldn’t be the one to answer.

UGHH BRENDA

“Is Alastor still there?” You tried to smile so you sounded less panicked. Ruth mouthed his name and pretended to swoon as you held the phone close to your ear.

SAMEEEE RUTHIE

Alastor was lying across Brenda’s desk to reach the phone, having wrestled it from the woman’s grip, “I’m here. What’s wrong? I was about to leave.”

THE IMAGE THIS CONJURES MAKES ME SOOOO FUCKING WEAK 😩🙏🏻❤️‍🔥

“I’m coming over to the theater.”

HE’S MAKING ME WANNA CRYYY STOOPPP 🫠🫠🫠

“Please, dear, I don’t want our first fight to be over my work line.” A calming breath, “You don’t have to meet me, but I’ll be there. Just five minutes, then I’ll be off.”

SIR YOU NEVER LISTEN WHEN I SAY STOP 😩😭🫠

But how much harder would it be if the wall was of the prison? Or worse, dense earth under your feet? That’s what Brady was wanting.

GOD DAMN IT KENNETHHH YOU’RE RUINING EVERYTHING

He smelled like ink and smoke, a scent you inhaled as you tried to calm your breath.

GODDDDD 🥲🥲🥲

A large hand patted your head, “Okay. You go tomorrow. It’ll be fine. Don’t stress.” Pulling you off he placed chaste kisses across your face. “Think about what you want to say to him and we can talk it out in the morning. Everything is fine.”

I AM A MESS <- my resting state but still

He was impressed at the strength of your hands as you gripped at his clothes. Leaning against the car, he offered you his most charming smile. “Deep breaths, dear. Do I look scared?”

I AM TOO IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN IT’S ACTUALLY REALLY BAD Y’ALL

He didn’t. He looked like a magazine ad for French cologne or razor blades that left the softest skin.

FUUUCKKK

“Did he–” he elongated the word, lips pursed as he searched the sky for his next words, “have Tommy’s body?”

THE REAL QUESTION HE COULDN’T ASK RIGHT AWAY GODDD

“I’ll admit I’m being reckless but I think we can both agree my way is more fun.” Smile sliding into a smirk, he cocked his head and lowered it to get back into your line of sight. When you stuck your tongue out he took a deep breath in, relief. “Are you sure I can’t take you home?”

SIR* YOU REALLY NEED TO STOP BEING THIS HANDSOME AND CHARMING ALL THE TIME *had to fix this cuz autocorrect switched ‘sir’ to ‘sire’ and tbh… not completely wrong

To which home, you wondered. He used the word so casually and interchangeably…

AAANDDD THE BASEBALL BAT FINALLY COMES OUT

Face close to yours. Eyes solely on you. Perhaps the stage wasn’t as necessary as you’d once thought. Lips on lips, the feeling of his smile spreading as he returned the kiss. A second of panic as you realized you couldn’t see or hear or sense what else was happening anymore in the alley. Brady could have had you in handcuffs and you wouldn’t be the wiser. Not as long as Alastor’s mouth was moving over yours.

WASTED ZERO TIME IN BEATING ME WITH THAT BAT HAZEL 🫠❤️‍🔥

While you did your waiting, shuffling around the theater and later tossing around in bed, Alastor fell into a different kind of purgatory. One he hadn’t realized he’d made for himself until you weren’t there.

I 👏🏻 AM 👏🏻 WEEPING 👏🏻

The feeling in his chest, akin to a magnet tugging through his sternum toward a distant partner, didn’t abate.

THE WAY I HAD TO STOP MYSELF FROM REACTING TO EVERY SINGLE BIT… YEARNING MAKES ME FERALLLL

You were together with him. An item. How spectacular you must be to be a part of anything with him.

IT’S AN OVERWHELMING CONCEPT OMGGG

But for Alastor, well, he wasn’t done asking the question. A moment of panic from a place unrecognized in his brain, fear of losing himself entirely. But what good was a safe harbor if he never ventured out to sea? That’s just a restraint then, isn’t it? Maybe you held a place for him even richer in its comforts than his solitude. So he let himself drift away from familiar shores, no sails and no compass, “I think it’d be smart to bring over a couple sets of clothes. I can keep them washed and always here for you. Would that be alright?” He had wanted to suggest it while together, but Brady was ruining more than his sleep.

THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME SHORT CIRCUIT

“I know it’s boring out in the boonies but, you’re welcome to just stay over while I go to work. I can come back and get you for rehearsals… I’ll enjoy the clubs or come back and make something for a late dinner for us, and bring you home when you’re done.”

I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE!! The amount of effort and affection that’s being offered here is making my head spin 😵‍💫💖

“Alastor for the love of God please don’t make me keep talking right now.” You lightly knocked your head with the phone a few times. Your heart was gasping for an ounce of understanding.

SAME BITCH SAME

He chuckled, glad you were still very much yourself, “I meant, take you home as in, away from work. So, here. Or, there, if you’d prefer.” His face scrunched up, this wasn’t a conversation he had any practice in, “Anywhere really. I’ll drive you anywhere.”

issuhsjsjdjjdsjjddhidsniddjjdjen

“Like— the first time you asked me over.” You added quickly. A terrible joke, a bad callback that made it painfully obvious you committed everything he said to memory.

ALABAMA 😩✨

Alastor rested his cheek on the dining table, laughing into the wood before bringing the receiver back. You always offered him an out of uncomfortable situations, “Well the offer still stands. I'd be willing to even venture at least halfway across Texas.”

🗣️ I FUCKING SAID STOP

You were worth regrets. He had decided. He wanted you to say yes.

I AM BEING BEATEN INTO ANGEL DUST

But could you call any place so far from Alastor a home?

not anymore 🥲🫠💖

Brady noticed the uneven length when you sat down and set your hands on the table.

THIS IS ANOTHER ONE WHO DOESN’T LISTEN WHEN I SAY STOP

“Not as cold as she is, I’m sure of that.”

HEHEHEHE

Lying was second nature to you. You had killed for Alastor. You could do this. Deep breaths, slink into yourself. You imagined Alastor choked on the park grounds, wet and unmoving. Imagined him cold to the touch.

TOO MUCH COLD BEING MENTIONED IN A WAY I DON’T CARE FOR 🥲

“Tommy said he’d kill me if I didn’t go. So I did. Promised me he’d stay with me for protection.” Tears welled. Bloody hands and a large rock. “But as soon as he got his money he left.”

BLOODY HANDS AND A LARGE ROCK… THAT NIGHT WILL NEVER GO AWAY 🥺

“Ah,” a weak laugh to hide the way your breath got sucked in with panic. The words ‘radio boyfriend’ punched the air from your lungs. “You must mean the rake. Took me for a ride at a club corner and sent me off in a cab to never see me again. Didn’t know he was in radio though.”

THE DEBONAIR RAKE

You’d never fucking say it. He could walk in on you moaning ‘Alastor’ and you’d still act like you’d never heard that string of syllables in your life.

WHO??

You shrugged, “We weren’t on a full name basis. He was handsome, he took me out, we fucked, I never saw him again” You delighted in the way his face screwed up at your unladylike language.

CUZ KENNETH IS A FUCKING SQUAREEE

You pulled your hands into your lap, eyes firmly locked on Brady’s. “You look tired, sir. I hope my answers will help you. So you can rest.”

this is so cunt, I love it

Upon closer inspection, his eyes were more than just blue. They were dark and light, deep and shallow. Blue so far down it was nearly black. A blue so bright it was a cousin of white. Eyes you were sure would haunt you.

THE HUNTER ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COIN… 😩

“Help me then, Autumn.” Your brows rose at the request. He leaned back and away from you, “Just tell me what happened to Tommy. What your guy did. If he was trying to protect your name then we could find a sympathetic jury.”

DON’T MAKE ME THREATEN YOU KENNETH

Brady felt a twitch in his hands he wasn’t used to. An itch to move. Unlike him, and a little frightening.

DAMNNN HE WANTS TO HIT A LADY…

Those eyes. No, worse. What was behind them. You could see it clearly; unflappable determination. He absolutely would.

SIGHHH… the hunter on the other side of the coin 😔

“Autumn. I’ve seen enough make up covered bruises to clock em from across the room. That’s the act of a possessive, immature man. Just think about what I said,” You opened the door in an effort to keep your hands from shooting to your neck. “There’s no white picket fence or church bells for you two. He’s a bad man. I think he may even be an evil man. You’re gonna end up hurt, or dead.”

KENNETH FUCKING KILLJOY EVERYONE

“North Villere street and Piety, please.” He told the driver, not noticing his friend in the window.

I’M GONNA NEED HIS FRIEND TO ACTUALLY LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY STOP THIS TIME

His blood pressure rose so quickly he was sure he would black out as the cab turned around and drove back past the sign; Vincent DePaul cemetery.

honestly detective, did you think it was gonna be residential with the cross section PIETY??

Alastor kissed away the worries when he took your bag from you. Every detail of the interview was just hummed away. “Even if he finds me, without a body he has no case.” He reminded you like it was nothing short of fact.

BABE I LOVE YOU BUT I NEED YOU TO MAYBE NOT BE THIS BLASÉ

“Not one of mine, I can assure you. He’d sooner need to kill someone himself and call it my fault.” A pause, was that something the detective would do? He shook off the thought.

KENNETH MIGHT

You waited until you were a few drinks in, Alastor’s bowtie off and shirt unbuttoned several buttons before bringing it up.

SEVERAL BUTTONS?? SCANDALOUS

Leaning back on both hands for support, your legs rested in an unladylike spread down the porch stairs. No shoes. No girdle. No pretense.

COMFORTABLE 🥺💖

“Or was I stalking you as my next victim?” His head fell to the side, eyes closed and smile wide. “I saw you there, yes. And though you weren’t the best singer, I did enjoy your shows.”

AGAIN… I SEE HIM TOO WELL AND IT’S MAKING ME VERY NOT NORMAL

Your relief must have been visible. “He really got to you, didn’t he?” Alastor asked, leaning over and letting his shoulder bump into yours. He was still riding the high of putting away your belongings in his closet and drawers.

SIR I ACTUALLY DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE OF THIS I CAN TAKE

People have drowned on land before. A sprinkle could lead to pneumonia and that could lead to a wooden box.

SIGGHHHH IT HURTS HERE

He couldn’t let Brady poison his bed, and the man was clearly there now. Chasing you in your mind still.

BRADY = POISON IS TOO ACCURATE

“Perfect. This bed isn’t made for three, so let’s eject that little nag, dear.” His hands slipped down your legs, “I want to replace your thoughts with better ones.”

HE MIGHT ACTUALLY BE THE DEATH OF ME Y’ALL

“Whose?” His voice was deeper than his usual speaking tone. A tenor that made you clench around him.

I AM LITERALLY ON FIRE????

You’d never been so satisfied with hands before. With breath. With the sounds of a man. Never saw stars while clothed and not under the lights of the stage. Warm and wet kisses to your neck as you came down from your high, you’d never considered sex could be more than a man fucking someone. Nor that a man could find pleasure so readily with his cock still in his pants. But the way he hummed and growled softly into your skin was proof of his good time.

I LIKE… ACTUALLY CAN’T EVEN THINK STRAIGHT OH MY GODDD

You’d learned a lot from those progressively chillier nights at Alastor’s over the first week of your constant cohabitation. How much you liked waking up with someone just a reach away. How Alastor woke slowly, incapable of coherent speech for at least the first twenty minutes of his day. He’d stare and smile as his eyes blinked out of sync, rolling back occasionally as he fought the urge to fall back into sleep. Hair disheveled and soft.

FULLY BLACKED OUT SORRY Y’ALL I DON’T HAVE THE CAPACITY FOR WIT

A week without a peep, you were sure he had followed up with your mother and was probably steaming to get at you. But, for some reason or another, he hadn’t appeared again in the crowd of your shows.

CUZ HE’S PROBABLY HUNTING… or I can’t help but think of worse case scenarios 🫠

Your eyes were on Alastor when his car pulled up to your building. When he kissed you, your hand scratched at the shorter hairs at the nape of his neck. Eyes closed, you could smell him and feel him so much clearer. Perhaps when you were old together you wouldn’t have to worry about your sight giving out, you thought. Because you’d always know it was him by the way his skin on yours lit you up.

FUCK 🥲🫠💖

“That’s not a name that’s a fucking letter of the alphabet. Mama would smack the color of your cheeks if she heard you.”

I’M gonna smack the color off her cheeks — IMMEDIATE BAD VIBES

Your head fell. You could feel it coming. The gust of wind dragging the clouds slowly towards you. No, the storm wasn’t off course. It was just building momentum.

GOD 👏🏻 DAMN 👏🏻 IT

A Doe in Fall (Part 8)

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

A burlesquer with a penchant for conning men, you find your latest game interrupted when your next mark saves you from an aggressive fan— by killing him. The chance encounter left you curious, still half convinced you could complete your normal chase. Unbeknownst to you, you were the one being tracked.

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦 Part 8 - Trust sexual 🥵 📍

Part 8 - Trust

Detective Brady is sharper than you initially thought, though Alastor is (seemingly) unfazed by the threat. While you both explore the idea of ‘home’ a familiar face shows up at your apartment.

「Warnings/Tags: Human Alastor x Fem Burlesquer reader, Detective Brady exists a lot and maybe too much, fingering lol, phone calls, almost our first fight, stress, Disney mom rule, Ruth is pretty alright for now, Brenda」

forgot to tag you in the deleted scene for TRDFAHS

M👻D☠️N👽I😈

Your mother always said ‘Anger is your sword and shield’. So you postured yourself as someone mad. One hip out, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.

“Sir I don’t appreciate a man in a lady’s space.”

Brady bit his tongue, wanting to say something sharp.

I don’t see any ladies here.

He met the glares of the women behind you. “Ah, well-,”

“Do you really expect her to leave in her robe?”

“Aren’t you the man whose been stalking her?”

“Autumn I’ll go with you.”

“You want her to get into a strange man’s car?”

He felt like a fox about to be pecked to death by the hens.

“Now-! Alright I’m seeing I maybe,” he set your shoes down and slid past you and between the other performers, “got a little eager to speak to you.”

“Does Janet know you like to hang around burlesquers?” Someone said as his back was turned.

Like having ice water poured over his head, his shoulders tensed as did his tone. “I’ll be right out the door.”

You tried to hide the tremble in your hands, but failed. Ruth slid beside you, “What do you need?”

A phone. But the cord wouldn’t reach that far. You wanted to tell Alastor. You needed him to know that detective had you cornered and knew of his existence.

She patted your back, the others filing in to continue with their work of getting dressed and undressed. You took your time, trying to plan what you would say.

Brady felt an embarrassed blush take hold as the women moved past him with scowls and tsks. He could feel a little bit of his sanity slip back now that you were in front of him.

“I have some questions about Tommy. I’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks. We can head down now.”

Oddly, your mother also taught you, ‘You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.’

She didn’t always make a lot of sense, contradicting herself daily.

Time to use the tried and true tactic, “I am sorry, detective. I had some trouble recently and have been keeping to myself… going home as soon as possible. Just trying to keep my nose clean. So to speak.”

Brady watched you look up at him with a face his daughter often gave him when she was in trouble. But you weren’t a child and you surely weren’t his daughter. “That’s no excuse to dodge me.”

Your turn to bite your tongue, “Of course, sir.”

Ruth was… confused. She’d never seen you so obedient. You had more venom in your voice after taking a hit from Tommy knowing a third could be close behind. Why were you being so small?

“Are you ready to go?” He fished in his pocket for his car door keys.

Ruth felt the need to interject, “She’s not going anywhere.”

Perfect.

You nodded, “I won’t be out at night, sir. You know better than most about the dangers.” Your dangers. Your darling Alastor.

“No, no no,” an unhinged chuckle from the fraying detective, “You’re not slipping away again. I have my car, I’ll take you there and bring you home.”

Ruth looked to you, then back to the detective, “Is she under arrest?”

Brady rolled his eyes, “Of course not.”

“Then? What gives you the right?”

Technically, nothing. He didn’t need to talk to you. His lead still stood. But maybe you’d slip and say something to expedite his search for the radio man. Maybe this would only end with Tommy. But he felt something tickling the back of his skull. An urge to not stop pushing.

“I’ll meet you at the station tomorrow morning. Is it the address on the card you gave me?” Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn’t. You just needed him gone so you could call Alastor.

He was shaking his notebook, key looped onto his finger. A nervous habit. “You still have my card?”

A smile, “Of course. In case any news came up. I’d have called but I didn’t realize you were so worked up.”

He scoffed. He wasn’t worked up. He was just annoyed. Maybe a little rougher in demeanor than usual but whose fault was that?

“If you don’t turn up tomorrow-,”

Ruth, taller than most women and some men and wide at the shoulders, leaned in.

Brady’s eyeline adjusted from yours to Ruth’s. Skye Scraper wasn’t just a pun, it was a cruel nickname she took ownership of. “Finish that sentence.”

The conversation ended there, Brady leaving with a huff.

You’d memorized the number the night Alastor gave it to you, too scared to write it down. He warned you though he wouldn’t be the one to answer.

“Is Alastor still there?” You tried to smile so you sounded less panicked. Ruth mouthed his name and pretended to swoon as you held the phone close to your ear.

“Uhh depends, who is this?” Brenda answered, a voice you’d never heard but a woman Alastor had primed you for.

“….”, but why hadn’t you thought through this part, what name was safe? Which was recognizable? You didn’t like the idea of this woman knowing your name. “Tell him it’s Autumn.”

“….”

You laughed at Ruth, waiting still for a reply from Brenda, “Hello?”

“Is this a crank? Autumn like the season? I-,” a commotion, “Hey there! No. I don’t know. Well it’s past hours anywa-.”

Alastor was lying across Brenda’s desk to reach the phone, having wrestled it from the woman’s grip, “I’m here. What’s wrong? I was about to leave.”

“I’ll walk home tonight.” It hurt, physically hurt, to say it.

Alastor tried to keep his face neutral, “Oh.” Nervous fingers twirling the cord, “One second.”

Harsh whispers, some clicks, and he was back, “I’m in my office. What happened?”

“Yeah Ruth is with me. It’s okay. I’ll call you like normal tomorrow?”

“Should I swing by your apartment?” He considered doing it regardless of your answer.

“Ah, no. I wouldn’t recommend it. I’ll be heading to the police station early tomorrow so I’ll be asleep as soon as I’m flat.” Putting your hand over the receiver, you spoke to Ruth, “Thank you, we got it figured out.”

His heart sank to his stomach, “Did he finally manage to catch you?”

“Yeah. Or—-,” your voice cracked a little, the fear rolling in as soon as Ruth walked away, “Yeah.”

“I’m coming over to the theater.”

Cupping the phone you curved your shoulders in and turned away from the staff milling about, “Don’t, that’s worse.” Tears stung your eyes. You felt like you’d failed him. You had somehow, hadn’t you? The loose thread Brady could grab ahold of was you.

“If you can’t come to the alley I’ll leave after a couple minutes. But I’ll be there in twenty, same time as our normal pick up.”

“Alastor, that’s reckless.”

“Please, dear, I don’t want our first fight to be over my work line.” A calming breath, “You don’t have to meet me, but I’ll be there. Just five minutes, then I’ll be off.”

You decided the safest thing to do was to wait in the alley. If you saw any signs of Brady or anyone coming out, you’d go back inside and just miss the meeting. But the idea of Alastor being just beyond the wall, waiting all alone, was too much.

But how much harder would it be if the wall was of the prison? Or worse, dense earth under your feet? That’s what Brady was wanting.

You hadn’t realized you’d been chewing your nails until his car turned down the alley from the back and you tore off much of the length of your thumbnail.

Your arms were thrown around him before he was fully out of the car, “Alastor, he knows I have a guy. He wanted me to go down right now but I managed to push it to tomorrow.” Alastor tried to decipher the words as you spoke them into his vest, “What do I do?”

Normally you’d have your own plans in mind but this was too big, this was capable of hurting him more than anyone else.

He smelled like ink and smoke, a scent you inhaled as you tried to calm your breath.

The reality of you standing in a dirty alley crying into the arms of a murderer set in. Then the little detail you were both killers creeped over your chest and took hold of your throat.

He was impressed at the strength of your hands as you gripped at his clothes. Leaning against the car, he offered you his most charming smile.

“Deep breaths, dear. Do I look scared?”

He didn’t. He looked like a magazine ad for French cologne or razor blades that left the softest skin.

“No.” You shook your head.

“No.” He nodded. “It’ll be okay. If you don’t go, he will hound you worse. If you do go, maybe he’ll realize he’s got a handful of nothing.”

His smile blinded you. Bright grin as he rested against his car, arms open.

“Do you really think so? A handful of nothing?”

“Did he say my name?”

“No.”

“Did he–” he elongated the word, lips pursed as he searched the sky for his next words, “have Tommy’s body?”

You laughed, morbid but preposterous, “I didn’t pat him down. Coulda.”

Alastor snapped his fingers, “We’ll have to just assume he didn’t.” A moment of tension. The act of joking barely traversing the space between your bodies let alone reaching the stress under your skin. His hands came to your shoulders; firm, secure. “Did you want to have that fight now? About me coming over here.”

You rolled your eyes, obviously not. “Ala-,” you started and stopped.

To which home, you wondered. He used the word so casually and interchangeably…

“I’ll call in the morning.” He said into your exhale.

You hadn’t opened your eyes yet. Not ready to return to earth. A pout from you. A chuckle from him. “I’ll be waiting,” You finally said.

While you did your waiting, shuffling around the theater and later tossing around in bed, Alastor fell into a different kind of purgatory.

One he hadn’t realized he’d made for himself until you weren’t there.

The house was quiet, almost eerie. Even with music on he found himself nearly uncomfortable. He shifted several times in his chair while reading, not finding any way to settle in.

His bed was lopsided. Suddenly one side was too light. Multiple times his hand slid under the sheets in search of you out of habit.

What a terrible feeling; to want someone. To know you could have them but they just… weren’t there.

It didn't make any sense. He knew he’d see you soon, in less than a day's time even. He typically enjoyed his home and its silence. Being alone was predictable and therefore comforting. Well, it had been. Before you.

The feeling in his chest, akin to a magnet tugging through his sternum toward a distant partner, didn’t abate.

Only when he heard your voice again over the phone did he find a sliver of peace.

“I’ve decided I’ll deny I have a guy. And, I’ll never tell him about you. It’s safer if he never connects us.”

Alastor was listening, honestly, but he wasn’t really processing. His mind was worried about something else. The detective genuinely didn’t bother him but he had to agree, “I suppose that’s best. As long as we can manage it, to not let him know we’re together.”

Together.

You were together with him. An item. How spectacular you must be to be a part of anything with him.

But for how long? With a certain detective breathing down your neck…, “I’m scared. Actually.”

You could hear the smile in Alastor’s breath, it was odd but eased you.

“He will never have enough to convict us. He’ll drive himself crazy trying. Trust me.” He soothed.

Did you have any choice? “Okay. You’re right. I trust you.” Unequivocally so.

He cleared his throat, “Sorry to change the subject…”

“Please.”

“I want you to come over again tonight. What do you think?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course, don’t even need to ask. I’ll always say yes.” All you needed to do was get through Brady and you’d be home.

Maybe you held a place for him even richer in its comforts than his solitude.

So he let himself drift away from familiar shores, no sails and no compass, “I think it’d be smart to bring over a couple sets of clothes. I can keep them washed and always here for you. Would that be alright?” He had wanted to suggest it while together, but Brady was ruining more than his sleep.

Oh.

The same silence from when he first extended the invitation, the deja vu not lost on you. You struggled to decipher the second meaning you were sure was there. Maybe he didn't know what he had asked.

He said it. He hadn’t really meant to, so he felt the need to clarify, but you also needed him to clarify just as quickly, “I -,”

“Did you me-?”

“Sorry, go ahead.”

“No I interrupted you-,”

“Not at all pl-,”

“Alastor for the love of God please don’t make me keep talking right now.” You lightly knocked your head with the phone a few times. Your heart was gasping for an ounce of understanding.

“Alabama?”

He looked at the phone as if you were in it. Alabama?

“Like— the first time you asked me over.” You added quickly. A terrible joke, a bad callback that made it painfully obvious you committed everything he said to memory.

“The best half of Texas is on our side so that’s a generous offer. But, given our work schedules, I think your house would be much better. Time wise.”

He let his eyes close as he felt the coldness of the wood, “Is that a yes then? To bringing over a couple of items… for ease.” Was it a mistake? Would he regret it?

You were worth regrets. He had decided. He wanted you to say yes.

The weight of what he was asking wasn’t lost on you an ounce. You could see your window from the phone booth. You took great pride in your little apartment. It was your space and no one else’s. As a child you struggled to have your own anything, so you valued your home.

But could you call any place so far from Alastor a home?

It’s just a few items. You weren’t giving up your lease. It’s a baby step. One you could easily walk back if you needed to later. It’s not like you hadn’t spent every night possible already since that first offer.

“Yes.”

It was a plan that took your mind off cops. Have your interrogation, go home, then go home for a relaxing evening of jazz and drink.

The levity ended though the second you hung up the receiver. An obstacle between you and him still stood. You pulled out your bag but couldn’t find the will to pack it. Your hands were too busy as you chewed on your thumbnail again.

Brady noticed the uneven length when you sat down and set your hands on the table.

“Surprised you showed.” He opened his notebook and readied his pencil. “First things first, what is your legal name?”

A chill. You’d gotten your warning the night before to prepare something to say but ignored it. Your mind was flipping through words and images. Piercing all of it were the white reflective eyes of the deer along the road. You decided to lean into what you knew.

“Autumn.”

“Really? Never heard the name Autumn before.”

“Me either. Made for an easy stage name.”

“I’ll need to see your birth records, just to be sure.”

You sucked your teeth. “Ah, unfortunately…all that stuff was left behind with my mom when I moved.”

“And where can I find her?

“Corner of North Villere street and Piety.”

“And your address?”

You paused. His eyes rose and met yours. The radiant aqua from the cafe morning was now an icy color. “I don’t give my address out. You know where I work.”

“But you’re fine giving me your mother’s address? That’s cold.”

“Not as cold as she is, I’m sure of that.”

“Fine, I’ll find it in the census records.” He flipped the page, “Tell me about the dates Tommy arranged.” He tapped his notepad on the table like it was the starting bell of a fight.

You wished Alastor was with you, but also wished he would never enter that station. “Apparently many of the dancers agreed, got a cut. I had no idea about it until he,” you remembered the man and his ugly tie, “introduced me to a man who was very forward. I insulted him and ran off. Lost Tommy good money, apparently.”

“And who was that?”

You searched your memory, “S something. Mister Stein? I honestly wasn’t listening much after I realized what was happening.”

Brady nodded, “And then he knocked you around?”

You winced without meaning too, “Yeah. Got me good.”

Brady waited for you to continue talking, but you had learned this game. People know silence is uncomfortable and will use that against you. So you let the silence stay. Let the awkward tension build. You had limited time, he knew that.

He caved first. “And… the next date. Last time anyone saw Tommy. Tell me about that.”

“Tommy said he’d kill me if I didn’t go. So I did. Promised me he’d stay with me for protection.” Tears welled. Bloody hands and a large rock. “But as soon as he got his money he left.”

Brady was writing, “And the man? What was his name.”

“Something foreign. Kerr-something. Or Car?”

He looked up slightly, “You’re pretty terrible at names.”

You wiped away your tears, “I had more pressing concerns at the time than trying to remember that man’s name. I was hoping I’d never need to know it.”

Brady hummed, “Yeah. And what did your beau think of this?”

Did you hide it? The flash of panic that rolled under the flesh of your face, “If I had a beau Tommy wouldn’t have made me do that. He said that himself.”

“Too bad he’s not here to confirm.”

“If he was we wouldn’t be having this conversation, detective.”

“Touché. Clever little lady aren’t you?”

Fuck.

You shifted slightly in your seat, looking downward in an attempt at being bashful. “That’s kind to say.”

“So why did,” he flipped through his book, “Beth say you stopped singin’ on Sundays cuz of your radio boyfriend?”

“Well now you’re lying and I don’t appreciate it one ounce ma’am.“

“What?”

“Beth says he’s been coming to your shows for nearly half a year.”

No acting necessary for this part. “What are you talking about? I met him at a club. We arranged a date and he picked me up at—“

“Beth’s dive.”

“…. Yeah. Well.” He’d been there before? So often? And you never noticed…, “That’s news to me, that he had been there for so long, it’s got its regulars though so...” You shifted again, this time with a clear uncomfortable edge.

“He stopped coming when you stopped singing.”

“….guess he got what he wanted then. A fun time in the swing hall bathroom.” Anger. Unreal and unfounded. Trying your best to hide how confused you were.

“Sounds like a stalker, miss. Maybe one who woulda been quite unhappy to hear you were selli-,”

You cut him off, eyes snapping up to meet his, “I really recommend you reconsider your wording.”

Brady laughed with a huff, “A man dizzy with a dame can do some funny stuff. Especially if he hears she’s in a pickle.”

“Well, no knight coming to rescue me. I’ve sworn off men. It’s why I’ve been leaving work early. Getting home, reading, sleeping. He really did a number on my heart and my pride as a woman.”

Brady’s pencil stopped moving.

“And his name?”

You’d never fucking say it. He could walk in on you moaning ‘Alastor’ and you’d still act like you’d never heard that string of syllables in your life.

“John.”

Brady laughed and tossed the pencil to the table, “Let me guess, last name Doe?”

You shrugged, “We weren’t on a full name basis. He was handsome, he took me out, we fucked, I never saw him again” You delighted in the way his face screwed up at your unladylike language.

“So, someone in radio named John. You know I’m going to be at every broadcaster talking to every John, right?” The nervous shaking of his notebook again.

“When you find him let me know.”

“Oh I will.” He said it so quickly, so sharply you could feel it cut at your cheek as the words flew past you.

You pulled your hands into your lap, eyes firmly locked on Brady’s. “You look tired, sir. I hope my answers will help you. So you can rest.”

“I am tired. Of people jerking me around. You won’t give me your address, you don’t remember anyone’s name, not even your own, and you deny having a man I know you have.”

If you screamed would he have you committed? “I’m terribly sorry,” you leaned over the table and pulled a piece of fuzz off his shoulder, “my friend gave you inaccurate and dated information. I am genuinely trying to help as much as I can.”

Sympathy? Your smile was too wide, stare gone too soft. What sympathy did he have or would anyone have for you? Did he think you wanted the tender hearts of strangers? “Tommy ran off with a bag of money. He was a good man with a bad habit. That’s all I know. I have no partner, man or otherwise.”

A standstill.

Brady felt a twitch in his hands he wasn’t used to. An itch to move. Unlike him, and a little frightening.

Maybe he had been running himself ragged.

Back sliding down slightly in his chair, he laced his fingers and rested them in his lap, “You know I’m gonna find out what happened, right?” His tone had shifted to something serious and calm. He said it like he was telling you a secret. Low but firm. Steady and sure.

Those eyes. No, worse. What was behind them. You could see it clearly; unflappable determination. He absolutely would.

“I trust you will.” A moment of silence again as you both felt the conversation die. As you stood, Brady did too.

“I wasn’t bluffing about him going to Beth’s for more than half a year now. I don’t know how you think this is gonna end but it won’t end pretty. Whether it was just your boss or all the others on my desk, end it with him and help us bring Tommy home to his mother.”

You adjusted your purse on your shoulder, “I don’t know how many time-,”

A laugh bubbled up in your chest but you managed to stifle it. With an honest smile you replied, “We’re all gonna end up dead someday, Detective. I’ll call if I have any news. Thanks for your concern and … evident hard work.” You offered a little nod of your head before leaving the room and the station as quickly as you could without running.

When he set down his notebook after returning to his desk, he couldn’t sit. Energy was buzzing in his limbs. He needed to run or swing or pace.

His desk neighbor watched him immediately pick up the notebook again and grab his hat. A few other men shared a glance as Brady rushed out, an unsettling feeling passed among them.

“He’s still on that case?” One asked quietly, going back to his papers.

“Not officially….” Answered Freeman, standing at the window and watching Brady flag down a taxi.

“North Villere street and Piety, please.” He told the driver, not noticing his friend in the window.

It wasn’t near the station, nor the dance scene. He wondered if your mother would be any more amiable. What kind of woman would raise such a creature as you?

When the car slowed, Brady clicked back into his surroundings. He looked through every window hoping to see something different.

After a long pause the cabbie asked, “Ya gonna get out?”

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the seat. “No. Take me back to the station.”

His blood pressure rose so quickly he was sure he would black out as the cab turned around and drove back past the sign; Vincent DePaul cemetery.

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“What if he gets one?”

“Not one of mine, I can assure you. He’d sooner need to kill someone himself and call it my fault.” A pause, was that something the detective would do? He shook off the thought.

He was so confident that even though you knew it was just skin deep it still gave you a sense of calm. The bodies, where they went after he was done with them in the greenhouse, was the last step he hadn’t shared with you.

There was one thing you didn’t mention about the interrogation.

You waited until you were a few drinks in, Alastor’s bowtie off and shirt unbuttoned several buttons before bringing it up. Uncharacteristically nervous about how he’d react when you broached the topic, you needed several deep breaths to get up your courage. Normally the idea of offending a man with an honest question wouldn’t ruffle you a bit, but once again there was nothing normal about you and Alastor. He made you so unlike yourself but not necessarily worse. Perhaps some consideration of other’s reactions wasn’t a bad thing.

“This is awkward to ask.” It was dark already, the sun setting earlier and earlier. The buzz of the kitchen light could be heard through the screen door, the light just enough to let you see each other's features clearly. Leaning back on both hands for support, your legs rested in an unladylike spread down the porch stairs. No shoes. No girdle. No pretense.

Would he be mad? Or maybe offended?

“Brady said you had been going to my Sunday shows for awhile. Months before we actually met. Did you really meet me by coincidence?”

“Or was I stalking you as my next victim?” His head fell to the side, eyes closed and smile wide. “I saw you there, yes. And though you weren’t the best singer, I did enjoy your shows.”

You tried to see him without directly turning your head.

“But yes, it was a coincidence. I had noticed that brute of a man a couple weeks in a row, staring at you so intensely. Word got around he had made a scene some time ago with a dancer.”

You listened like someone was telling you your own story. It was an odd feeling, hearing someone recount your days from a different perspective. An unknown one.

“I was surprised to see you at the theater when I followed him there. Even more so to see you in the alleyway.”

If he had said it wasn’t a coincidence, you genuinely didn’t know what you’d have done. You’d be scared and angry. Another predator lurking just past the tree lines.

“Yeah. He gives me a bad feeling. Like…a brick wall barreling toward me.” You kicked a leaf off the steps, “Or like, when you see a big dark cloud on the horizon. Can’t do anything but wait and hunker down.”

How do you wait out a storm so set on burying you?

“Dear,” his hands rose and palms flipped up in a way that said he wasn’t hiding anything, “We get hurricanes annually. We’ve survived every one thus far. He’s just a drip. A sprinkle of a man.”

People have drowned on land before. A sprinkle could lead to pneumonia and that could lead to a wooden box.

He tried to change the topic, laughing about Brenda’s reaction to the call and making plans for an evening out when things settled down again. You listened, but it was your turn to be half there.

You could barely muster concern when you realized you’d forgotten your makeup and hair wrap at home when you were preparing for bed. What you would give for going home barefaced with a ruined hairdo to be the biggest stress of your week.

The distance in your stare was weighing down his joy, how could he relish in the newest addition to his home when you were so burdened? Even in the moonless night he could see the faintest light reflecting off your eyes as you stared at the ceiling. Did you even feel his stare?

He couldn’t let Brady poison his bed, and the man was clearly there now. Chasing you in your mind still.

“Could I offer you a distraction?” Alastor slipped up against you, hand finding your hip. He could see your smile forming.

“I wouldn’t argue against a distraction…,” you’d beg for one if you didn’t want to feel any lower than you already did.

“Perfect. This bed isn’t made for three, so let’s eject that little nag, dear.” His hands slipped down your legs, “I want to replace your thoughts with better ones.” He pulled you to him, your back pressed into his broad chest. The way his soft hands smoothed over your silk slip felt like foreplay, so smooth and slick. Frictionless and gentle. Those same hands ran down and between your legs, following the line of your thighs until they found your center. “It seems you forgot something else.” Two fingers caressed your lower lips, barely parting them, “Not that I’m complaining…,” his lips found the back of your neck as his fingers rubbed gently at your core.

It took so very little to get your body on board, wet and relaxed for his practiced hand. Your own fingers coming down to rub at your clit quickly when you felt your pleasure winding up.

He sighed directly into the shell of your ear, hands working in tandem with yours under the covers. His back pressed against you, hips rolling into your backside in time with his fingers.

“What are you thinking about?” Barely above a whisper as he said it into your heated skin.

“Fingers.”

“Whose?” His voice was deeper than his usual speaking tone. A tenor that made you clench around him.

“Yours.”

When the weekend came, Alastor offered again to take you out. A promise to take you somewhere no detectives would be hiding about. A week without a peep, you were sure he had followed up with your mother and was probably steaming to get at you. But, for some reason or another, he hadn’t appeared again in the crowd of your shows.

A week of going into work unmade and unkempt, you finally gave in and asked to be taken to your apartment early Friday. You’d grab a few items you needed, take them to work, and be back home that night.

“Pack something you’d like to wear out tomorrow night.” He reminded you before you pulled yourself from the car and waved him off. You lingered for a moment as he drove away, wondering if maybe the storm had been pushed off course.

“Oooh, who is he?”

Whipping around, you saw a familiar face sitting on the stoop of your building. An unwelcome one, though.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Mavis?” Your bag fell from your hands as the strength drained from your limbs.

She patted the dust off her dress before bouncing down the steps. “The names Ephi now.” A half sister, though perhaps a quarter sister would be best to describe the often absentminded, when not literally absent, sibling.

“That’s not a name that’s a fucking letter of the alphabet. Mama would smack the color of your cheeks if she heard you.” You were sure you’d not see her ever again, not after she ran off to head north before your mother passed. She scowled, arms crossed as you brushed past her. “I don’t have any money so you wasted a trip. See ya in another decade.”

Ephi grinned up at you as you climbed the stairs, “Looked like he had some money. Mr. Big Shot and his shiny bus.”

“Lotsa people have cars.” Your eyes landed on the suitcase poorly hidden behind the steps. Hand halting its search for the building key as you could feel the stare of your mother looking…down? A weight slipping over your shoulders like a man’s heavy winter coat.

“Well I don’t need money or cars. I need a place to crash.”

Your head fell. You could feel it coming. The gust of wind dragging the clouds slowly towards you. No, the storm wasn’t off course. It was just building momentum.

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minjv · 8 months ago

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<DALL> ARTMS ✨💫✨

initial thoughts

i only followed loona v v loosely but ive been keeping up with all the post-loona groups bc i really want to see them succeed after everything they went through. i was absolutely enamored with birth when i first heard it which made me commit to following all their promotions for <dall>. none of the other tracks have hit quite the same (obv), but they’re still interesting + the rollout has been fun to see

virtual angel is a hit. ik as soon as i saw the teasers it was a track tailored to me (i looooooove synthpop) + i watched the mv premiere and it was exactly what i’d hoped for <3

i’d love for the album to have more tracks like virtual angel or birth + i’m guessing they’ll lean closer to VA based on the other pre-releases

the digital cover is soo pretty it expresses the album so well 🤍

url: i love intro tracks. the dreamy synth sound will flow well into virtual angel + it picked up wayyy more than i anticipated. i would listen to a full album of just this sound

virtual angel: adore the opening + the chorus is so dreamy. the vibe reminds me of madoka magica, that same combination of belief + hopelessness + the desire to overcome it. i need to look up lyrics.,

sparkle: this album has the cutest song titles… sparkle.. circle… super cute chorus.

the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy: the buildup ✨💫🌟 the buildup + drop are sooo satisfying

flower rhythm: from first listen ive thought this was really overwhelming. i like it but it always makes me feel a bit dizzy and overstimulated. i enjoy how chaotic it is

candy crush: dreamy lowkey.. i appreciate how the production is toned down so their vocals are able to shine through well on this track. i’m a big fan of retro tracks gotta admit ive never understood the hate they get among sm kpop fans </3

air: i love the onomatopoeias they use throughout the song they’re sooo satisfying and catchy.

unf/air: new track 🌟 i don’t know the members well enough but i really like whoever starts the song smmm i’ll have to check a lyric video. contender for one of my favorite tracks. aww i like the 8bits sounds at the end

distress: this album was tracklisted well.. you can feel how well they manage the transitions + make them flow together. the chorus is a standout. the production is a bit watery in places. jk it’s sprinkled throughout the song how pretty

butterfly effect: maybe the dreamiest track of the album (which is quite a feat). it definitely leans more nightmare than daydream though which makes it a great predecessor to birth. I don’t have much to say about this track on its own but i really like it

birth: soty contender for me. i would also love a full album or mini of just this concept + sound. it’s definitely the most interesting track on the album + has a v distinct sound and feel. however, it’s really just a darker version of the other tracks. when you focus on the instrumental, it’s extremely evident how well it matches with the other tracks. also super interesting to end on birth, bc you go from a bunch of songs that kind of flow out, to ending the entire album with a jarringly abrupt cut off

misc thoughts

oh these first tracks will be getting sooo much replay

i like the production is really chill and sparkly while also being noisy and interesting. there’s a lot of high pitched background noises that are a bit piercing though. i do wish it had been reduced a bit bc it would be more pleasant. listening with the setting switched to bass booster helps a lot though bc it softens those upper tones <3

the overall theme of the album is dreamy synthpop ig. as an intense fan of both dreamy music and synthpop, you can understand how much i appreciate this

i do wish there was more of a balance though.. i think there would be a lot of benefit to emphasizing the bass line over such high pitches throughout all the songs. the constant use of them can be a bit grating sometimes, especially on tracks that would usually lean more easy listening. i wish the effect was more rounded than jarring

considering modhaus has done it for triples, i wonder if we’ll be getting an instrumental album for artms (including the solo(s) + oec songs)? that would be super nice

overall: i like the album. nothing extremely stands out, but they don’t all sound like the same song, either. it’s cohesive and will be a great album experience. i wonder if artms will stick to this sound (dreamy synthpop) for most of their career with deviations for more experimental bsides + prereleases (like birth)? i like that it’s still a v noisy version of dreamy music. i like it rn but i think it will grow on me a lot as i listen more. favs on first listen: virtual angel, unf/air, butterfly effect, birth <3

#+thoughts #congrats on all twelve members officially redebuting!!!!

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randomlyritchie · 1 year ago

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Okay, so my reading is alll over the place. I know I’m doing way too much because some of my books have had to go back on hold before I got to finish them. But I will finish them even if it’s outside of the readathons. Sooo, to add to my chaotic TBR, I am joining in for Mixtapathon!!! I’m really excited for this readathon! And, honestly, the excitement & fun are all that matters! The books will be read. I’ve always been one who is prone to read more than one book at a time. I also can take a long time to get through things. It took me about a year (or more) to get through ‘Gone Girl.’ Life is chaotic, so how can my reading ever be so structured? Nevertheless, I LOVE books! How can I not try to consume them??? I’m very Happy to have found the book community online to do things like this. I tell people I feel like I read almost as a sport now. 😂😂😂 But I absolutely love it! Sooo, these are my books for the first prompts. I’m just gonna try to do all of the book prompts. Happy Reading! 🫶🏾📚✨

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frogsarecoolandsoamj · 3 years ago

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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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blaithnne · 2 years ago

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I. HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS. SINCE BLOODY MARCH

And tumblr murders the quality pls click for better quality lmao 🙏

Lauren’s reference sheet has been in DESPERATE need of an update for a long time now, but back when I started working on this it was in the middle of exam season in school, so I ended up taking a break from working on it, and by the time I came back to it…I had to redo the whole thing cause there was just so many mistakes. Plus I’d switched drawing programs.

This was my first time doing a turnaround sheet and it was a NIGHTMARE but I’m really proud of it. I do at some point wanna make a version of this with her jacket, because I always neglect to draw that lol, but I just did not have the energy to include it here bc it would have meant this. Never got posted LMAOO

One of the challenging things about this was trying to make some more differences beteeen Lauren and Johanna because they’re supposed to look similar, but I always worry they’re too similar. So, I put together this little thing to show some of the more subtle differences between Lauren and Johanna, as well as some other design notes! This stuff is only really applicable if you’re training to replicate the shows style in ur drawing, so don’t feel you have to stick to these rules exactly if you want to draw her!

Some other stuff I wanted to achieve here - I wanted Lauren to look more muscular! She has become The Strong One, that’s her thing now! But since one of Hilda’s design trademarks is the very straight limbs, it was hard making her look muscular without exaggerating her like Ahlberg. Sooo I tried some more subtle ways of doing it, which I point out specifically in the little notes sheet above!

Another thing I did was alter her colours, just to make them a little more cohesive and less saturated. Also less dark, for her jumper and shoes at least - I think I didn’t notice how dark they were before bc I drew her with her jacket so much, but now I don’t do that lol.

OH if you’ll recall her last reference sheet update, I made a version for the What If AU in particular, giving her golden earrings and a headband to emphasise the difference between that au and her regular timeline. Well, since then I’ve decided that that AU IS her regular timeline, and I’ve kinda scrapped the Runaway concept altogether - I wasn’t having fun with it, and it just doesn’t fit her character anymore to have run away in the first place, amongst other things. Sometimes I keep the gold earrings though just cause they’re fun to draw, but for her “canon” design they out her over the designated Hilda characters colour limit so they had to go :(

Oh and since that timeline has been scrapped and I’m talking about her design anyway I might as well just say it here - yeah The Bellkeeper was who I had in mind for her father when I designed her. I didn’t make a huge effort to hide it LMAO but I never wanted to say it, because at that point I REALLY wanted Lauren to be canon compliant, and was rlly scared that I’d “reveal” The Bellkeeper as her dad only for it to be announced the next day that he was Johannas brother or something. Canon compliance is the whole reason Lauren was a runaway to begin with - I wanted her to be able to slot easily into the timeline after the events of the show. But over time I got really stressed from trying to make it all work and ✨depressed✨ from life, so I started working on the What If AU just for fun and I had way more fun with it. And THEN Mountain King came out and introduced the timeskip which kinda ruined the whole she can slot in anywhere thing, so that combined with the fact that I just wasn’t having fun with The Runaway Timelime anymore led me to decide fuck it, that’s not a thing anymore! Instead I’ve been focusing on figuring out how she could fit into the show if she was a canon character, and it’s been so much fun. BUT I didn’t want to have to rewrite her entire storyline the moment we got the dad reveal, so I have now got her story figured out so that it works regardless of who Hilda’s dad turns out to be - so tldr even though The Bellkeeper was originally The Father, he isn’t necessarily anymore, but I still use him as a point of reference for her design because I’m 100% convinced he’s related to Hilda SOMEHOW, and it makes sense to me for Lauren to look like him since sometimes there’s just that one family member who you look weirdly identical to.

And for those curious I have no idea if BK is the dad or not, I used to be pretty sure he was but now I got nothing, I no longer have a dog in this fight so I’m just excited to see where the story goes LMAO and I’m happy with anything, honestly fics like Carpe Diem have gotten me really attached to the idea of him being Johanna’s Cousin or Brother or something

That was a side tangent away from her design lol, my b, but uhhh I can’t think of much else to add! I’m rlly happy with how this has come out and I think it’s a major improvement from her old sheet - even if this is far from perfect I can already spot a thousand things I would do differently next time lmao! Anyways if you’ve read this far thank you for coming to my ted talk and goodnight

Lauren is Hilda’s older sister, and though she may not be all that academically gifted, she’s a hard worker who cares deeply about her family. She’ll take on any hardship if it means keeping them safe and happy!

Strong physically as well as mentally, Lauren handles any manual labour that needs done around the house, and does her best to be a good role model for Hilda, and take some of the single-parent-pressure off Johanna. She’s a constant shoulder to lean on for anyone who needs it, whilst keeping her own feelings close to her chest. Her mother worries she takes on too much, but Lauren brushes her off - she’s stable and reliable, it’s her job to protect her family, she doesn’t need an outlet, she’s fine.

Right?

With their home crushed by A Giant and a new future on the horizon, will moving to Trolberg allow Lauren the breathing space she won’t admit she needs? Or will the growing tensions between her sister and mother only make things worse?

#I had a lot of fun with this can you tell

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dc418writes · 2 years ago

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Mean It

✨Pairing✨: trucker!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Ari says those three magic words, but not exactly in the way you were expecting

⚠️: First and foremost, Ari (you already know), mentions of alcohol and intoxication, pretty much all fluff

A|N🎙: This is gonna be a little flashback based off this post from Instagram I saw and thought was really cute☺️. I hope you guys like it!

Stumbling through Ari’s front door with his log of an arm around your shoulders, you’re pretty proud of yourself being able to carefully help him inside without either of you falling or breaking your own ankles in your black stilettos. Sure there was an accidental bump of his head getting him out the passenger seat and the knock of his knee against the door, but he’d live.

“Alright big guy, back to your humble abode,” you sigh leaning your adorably drunk boyfriend against the wall as you locked the door behind you. Face splotched red and a giddy smile on his pink lips, you were glad he wasn’t a sloppy drunk that couldn’t hold his liquor. Or an angry one at that.

“You okay?”

“Mhm,” he nods shrugging off his jacket and trying to place it on the hook multiple times before giving up and dropping it to the floor.

“You need water? Wanna lie down?”

He’s quiet, just slowly blinking at you and making you slightly worry before he’s grinning again. Grabbing your hands to bring them to his warm lips as he steps closer. “Thanks for coming. Boys loved you.”

“Of course, I enjoyed them too.”

You honestly didn’t know what to expect when Ari invited you to his friend’s birthday party. Before tonight, neither of you had met the other’s friends; just heard about them through stories and overhearing the occasional phone call. Were they a rowdy bunch? Or was a party to them a small gathering of people with a little wine in a mostly serene setting? While it wasn’t exactly like meeting his family, it was still important and you hoped they liked you.

“You have fun?,” you ask even though you already had a good idea of his answer.

“Sooo much!,” he smiles, apparently unfazed when his head bumps into the wall behind him. His eyes shut as he reminisces. “Haven’t hung out like that since…homecoming senior year.” Kicking off his boots, he’s about to go into more detail when the sight of you bending your leg starting to remove your heels makes him dramatically gasp and startle you.

“What?!”

“No.” Before you can question him, he’s flopping down to the floor—nearly toppling over from the sudden drop—pushing your hand away and fumbling with the string as he tries to rid it from above your ankle.

“Ari,” you softly giggle peering down at him, “honey it’s okay, I got it.”

“I do,” he hiccups. “You get comfy.”

As soon as the shoe falls to the floor, you feel his lips pecking your knee and feather light touch sliding up your calf while gently placing your recently shaved leg down to move onto the next. Your hand finds the back of his neck as he works, nails dancing along the small prickles of hair at its base before inching towards his longer strands and scratching along his scalp to appear again at the curled ends.

His face presses further into your partially covered thighs as he groans making your giggles grow and cheeks warm feeling his nose just above your most intimate region. Not that he hadn’t already been there a time or two before.

“Mmm…makin’ me sleepy,” he mumbles against your legs as you continue playing with his hair.

“Then let’s get you to bed, yea? First we gotta-Ari!” Your hand is quick to make sure your butt is covered when your body’s suddenly lifted into the air over his broad shoulder. With every step he took down the dim hall to his bedroom, you became more nervous your head would be the one bumping against the door next.

Or worse, Ari would stumble and fall ultimately bringing you with him and at least one of you getting injured.

“Ari careful…careful! Watch out for the dresser.”

“Shh, I’m an excellent driver. S’what I do,” he slurs with a grin before falling with you on the bed. An “oof” coming from the both of you before laughs fill the quiet space glowing from the lamp on his nightstand.

Tucking a hair behind his ear as both your chuckles calm to quiet breaths, there’s a moment you both just gaze at each other. You falling deep into those bright pools, as you tended to do, and Ari looking at you with the same adoration as a child seeing their favorite character at Disney. Filled with so much love, your heart couldn’t help but warm and swell as a gentle smile appeared on your lips.

“I love you.”

It’s hushed, but those three words are unmistakable tumbling off his tongue. They should probably scare you; make you run for the hills only being officially together two months now, but instead…it felt right. Immediately making your smile brighter before it’s suddenly falling.

If only his head wasn’t currently fuzzy and probably spinning due to the shots and beers from earlier.

In this state, you were sure it was just the alcohol talking and possibly even just an appreciative “I love you” for making sure he got in okay. The same “I love you” you’d tell a friend when they’re nice enough to deliver your forgotten wallet.

Your hand moves to scratch his thick beard, pursing your lips as you mentally curse yourself for getting so excited. “You’re drunk bubba,” you whisper back. A small smile covering up the slight ache in your heart.

“I am,” he snorts kissing the corner of your mouth before lying on his back to stretch his arms over his head.

After a few minutes it’s quiet. Only his light snores ringing in your ears as you sigh carefully stroking his eyebrows with your thumb. He looks so precious sleeping with his long lashes resting against the tops of his cheeks and pink lips slightly parted. His chain gleaming in the light with every rise and fall of his chest.

“Let’s try to get you more comfortable,” you speak to the air before pecking his nose and rising to your feet to remove his clothes.

The next morning, Ari’s head throbs as he rubs his face with a deep groan sitting against his headboard. It definitely wasn’t the worst hangover he’d experienced, but he knew his body was warning him he might not be able to maintain his former party boy ways. It’s then he hears the clanking of dishes from the kitchen and the familiar smell of pancakes and eggs sneaks into his nostrils already knowing it had to be you. His lips curl into a soft smile remembering the party and how you chatted with all his friends pretty much making them your own that same night. How he kept you on his lap or attached to him in some way as more drinks flowed, and he became more needy for your touch and presence.

A glass of water and three Advils waiting on his nightstand makes him mentally aw at you always taking care of him like the adorable, fallen angel you were. It’s one of the many reasons he loved-

Wait…waitwaitwait…did I?…

Fingers tangled in his messy hair, he can’t shake the feeling he said something he probably shouldn’t have.

Ari tries to go through every detail of last night, but his memories of arriving home with you are scattered and hazy. He can see you helping him out the car and in the apartment, him being on the floor with your shoe (for whatever reason), and then he was waking up in bed.

Was it a dream then? M-Maybe I’m worrying for nothing.

It only takes him a few minutes to ready himself before he’s walking down the hall in a pair of dark jeans and chest bare to the sunshine beaming through his opened blinds. Apprehensive at first, but then smiling to himself, yet again, at the sight of you in one of his graphic tees that fell to your thighs as you bop your head to whatever song was playing in your earbud.

“Mornin’ gorgeous,” he whispers in your open ear making you slightly jump and drop the dirty mixing bowl in the water. His deep laugh at your reaction has you narrowing your eyes as you turn to slap a sudsy hand to his tattooed abdomen.

“Not funny!,” you giggle before his minty lips find yours once then twice…and again for good measure.

“M’Sorry. Promise I didn’t mean it.”

“Sure,” you sarcastically nod as he fixes your plate then his. “I take it you’re not feeling last night anymore?”

“I do a bit, but the meds and water definitely helped,” he smiles carrying both your plates to the couch. “And this food is gonna help even more because I’m starving.”

Quietly eating side by side, the television plays re-runs of Friends occasionally making you both laugh at Joey and Chandler. Ari’s aren’t as deep though still thinking about last night.

Every so often he’d peak over at you trying to gage if there was any hidden awkwardness, but you seem to be fine. Eventually feeling his eyes on you, you just smile leaning over to peck his cheek as if it was a regular Saturday.

But then again, maybe you were just acting normal for his sake?

“Hey, um random question…d-did I happen to say anything weird last night? Not necessarily bad weird, but kinda…out of the blue weird?”

“Mm..what do you mean?” You knew exactly what he was referring to. The possibility of him asking you about it was the only thing on your mind this morning as you cooked, already triggering your anxiety for the day.

“Like did I say anything…important?”

He was trying to take it back like you predicted he would. Brush them off as the meaningless drunk words you already knew they were.

“Nope. Mostly just said how you had fun and were tired.”

“Oh..okay good,” he nods going back to the little remaining food on his plate.

You, on the other hand, had lost your appetite feeling hurt all over again. “You know what, I uh actually just remembered I used the last of your eggs.”

“It’s fine, I can get some tomorrow,” Ari states watching you take your plate to empty in the garbage before placing it in the sink.

“No I should replace it since I used it. Plus I can get dinner for tonight,” you reply walking towards the bedroom not looking at him once.

Ari wasn’t completely oblivious. He could feel the shift in your mood as soon as you walked past.

“I’ll go with then!,” he calls out loud enough for you to hear.

“No, uh you rest! I’ll go!” Appearing back in the living room still in his shirt and a pair of your jean shorts underneath, you quickly stick your feet in your slides and grab your purse finally turning to meet his eyes. “Anything specific you want?”

His hair gently shakes along with his head before you’re promising to be back soon and out the door quicker than a seagull diving to a stranded fry in the sand.

“Yep Levinson, you definitely said something ya doofus,” he sighs letting his head fall back against the sofa while kicking himself.

“You’ve uh got a lot of groceries here sweetheart,” he states setting another set of bags down on his counter now completely covered.

“Yea, well as far as dinner tonight I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for so I got different options,” you explain starting to put away the cold foods while Ari worked on everything else. “Then for milk I couldn’t find the brand you had, and I didn’t want to bother you-,”

“You could never bother me.” You’re not paying attention though continuing on about how you never really realized how many different choices there were, and then going on to name each one you saw. In your short amount of time together, he’d come to find that a popular avoidance technique with you; setting your mind elsewhere to delay confronting a problem.

The last time you’d done it being when Ari said you needed to talk, which only turned out to be him asking you to be his girlfriend and you worrying for nothing.

Bless Ari for willingly sitting there as you rambled, still somehow wanting to be with you.

“So, we could do spaghetti, or maybe penne pasta with grilled chicken?”

“Y/N-,”

“Or we could just do salads? I should probably be ashamed to say it’s been a while since I had one.” Taking the plastic covered head of lettuce from your hands, he turns you around so you have no choice but to face him and his soft eyes.

“Sweetheart, look at me-,”

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to say it,” you interrupt with a sympathetic smile. “We can just move forward and act like it didn’t happen. Promise I’m fine with it.”

“But it did happen…and I meant it.”

“Ari, you don’t have to-,”

“And I promise I’m not,” he states moving his hands to the sides of your face. “I’ve been in love with you since you sacrificed your day off to drive two hours just to be with me when my truck broke down.”

Ari just shook his head donning that famous heart melting smile as soon as you pulled on the side of the road behind his idle truck. A couple strands of hair sticking to his forehead and shirt nearly drenched from waiting in the hot cabin, he felt embarrassed sitting in your spotless leather seats. He just knew you could smell his musk, but you never scrunched your nose in disgust or stealthily tried to crack a window. You simply turned in your seat facing him as you tapped on your phone trying to find restaurants near by.

It was his, and your, favorite date so far.

“Well like you said, I was off so I had the time. Plus..I wanted to see you,” you softly smile feeling the warmth from his palms.

“And while you didn’t have to, I appreciate you doing that. Especially when I wanted to see you too,” he grins before his lips meet yours with a low smack that echoes between you. “When I said I love you, although definitely not the way I wanted it to come out, believe me when I say I meant it with every muscle, fiber, and ounce of blood in my heart Y/N.”

And you did.

From the tips of your toes to the follicles on top of your head you could tell he wasn’t lying, and you couldn’t be happier.

“Now I-I know we haven’t been official long and I’m not trying to push or scare you-,”

“I love you too.” His eyes slightly widen and cheeks begin to flush, making you giggle as you peck his bottom lip. “You’re surprised?”

“Honestly..a little,” he nervously chuckles letting go of your face to lift your thighs so they could wrap around his hips. Your arms automatically winding around his neck as you softly bump the tip of your nose against his. “I just knew I’d crossed into ‘creepy clingy’ territory and lost ya for good.”

“It’s gonna be hard to lose me bubba,” you state letting your lips passionately meld together and completely forgetting about the groceries waiting around you.

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staygoldwriting · 2 years ago

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Writing Prompt:

Some old "friends" of Steve come to the Family Video and make fun of him. The next day their cars are all in red paint and eggs also on the inside and Reader - a girl that often visits the shop and was at that time there - has suspiciously looking red stains on her shirt and jeans.

And I beg you include:

"What's on your jeans then?" Quickly, say something, anything!

"Uhhh.... Blood?" bad brain! bad brain! "You know cause I am a vampire, rawr" you are a disgrace to humankind.

I love you, have a nice day! 💜💜💜

Hello again, my dear! I get so excited for your Steve requests! This one is a little different because the reader isn't as involved, but she's still there! I hope you enjoy it, I love you too, and I hope you're having a wonderful day!! (PS I ADORE Paul Rudd!)

Please show love and support, you guys! ❤️✨

Word count: ~1k

Warnings: mention of blood but it's just paint, name-calling, rude speech, destruction of property

For @maltinonka ❤️

😱 Vampire in Hawkins?

“So, what did you think of it?” Steve asked as he took the video from you.

“It was pretty good, but scarier than I thought!” you replied.

“Really, Ghostbusters? Scary?”

“I don’t know what to say, Harrington, it just was,” you said, holding your hands up in defense.

You turned to leave as the door opened and Tommy and Carol walked in. Steve hadn’t talked to them for years, and Tommy’s smug expression reminded him why he switched friend groups.

“Look at little Steve Harrington,” Tommy cooed, his arm hanging around Carol, who was snickering.

“Tommy, Carol, what can I do for you?” Steve said shortly.

“Oh, just wanted to stop by the big shot’s place and get a movie,” Tommy smirked. “You think you can handle that?”

“Sure, go ahead and pick one out,” Steve said, getting angry. “Let me know if you need help reading the titles.”

Tommy stopped in his tracks. Carol tried to pull him along, but Tommy walked back to Steve.

“You really think you’re something, don’t you? Sitting here at twenty-one years old with nothing better to do with your time than rent out movies? We all know why you’re here, Harrington. Too stupid to go to school, nothing to offer, peaked in high school, not-so-pretty boy, no-good waste of space.”

Steve very calmly got into Tommy’s face, leaning over the counter.

“At least I’ve made something of myself,” he said quietly and calmly, making it all the more frightening to hear. “I didn’t have my daddy buy my education,” he said, snapping Tommy’s Yale sweatshirt.

“Oh, shut up, Steve, Tommy’s doing fine,” Carol interjected, crossing her arms.

“And how’s your daddy paying for Brown?” Steve clicked his tongue, leaning back.

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Tommy yelled, trying to push Steve but missing. “You’re a freak just like the rest of them.”

“Better a freak than a jerk. Get out of the store.”

“You can’t make us.”

“Actually, I can,” Steve smirked. “I’m the manager, and let me help you with this sign,” he said, pulling the sign on the counter closer to Tommy. “We…” he said slowly, “reserve… the… right… to… refuse… service… to… anyone. Need help with any of those words?” he said with fake sweetness.

“Let’s just get out of here, we’ll come back tomorrow,” Tommy spat, throwing his arm around Carol and trudging out.

“What an idiot,” you half-laughed, then looked at Steve’s sad face. “Hey, don’t let them get to you. You’re a much better person without them. You’ve saved the world, Tommy probably doesn’t even know how to boil water.”

“Thanks, Y/N, I needed that,” he smiled. “Okay, the next movie suggestion!” he said, handing you a tape.

“Really? Beverly Hills Cop?”

“Come on, it’s a classic!”

“Whatever, Harrington, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

-😱-

“Sooo?” Steve asked as you walked in.

“It wasn’t that bad, you admitted.

“Did you laugh?”

“Maybe a little bit.”

“I knew it!” Steve cheered as he clapped his hands. “I’ve got a great one for you, Robin, take care of this while I get Y/N my next choice.”

“Oh, no way, Harrington, you can’t keep recommending these cheesy movies! Hold on, Y/N, I’ll get you something worth watching that’ll make you think,” she scoffed, making you laugh.

“Thanks, Rob!” you smiled as Steve huffed.

“HARRINGTON!” Tommy barged in, breathing heavily. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CAR?!” he yelled.

“Tommy, I don’t have time for this, what are you complaining about?” Steve asked dismissively.

“You know, look at it!” Tommy yelled, pointing at his car that was completely trashed. Eggs and shells were all over the inside and outside, and a bunch of red marks and very rude words were drawn across the sides and the hood.

“I did not do that, Tommy,” Steve chuckled. “I wish I did, believe me! But I didn’t.”

“I know you did! I come in here to get a movie and you slip outside and wreck my car? Who does that? You really are a freak.”

“Woah, woah, woah, Steve hasn’t left the counter today, so just calm yourself, alright?” Robin said impatiently, trying to make Tommy back away.

“Okay, then who did it, huh?” Tommy demanded.

“I don’t know, it could be anyone,” Robin shrugged. “You look like you’ve got a lot of enemies,” she smiled.

Tommy let out a screech-like sound then left, slamming the door. As you tried to contain your giggles, you caught Steve’s eye.

“Y/N,” he said very slowly.

“Yes?” you said, trying to look innocent.

“Did you do that?” he asked suspiciously.

“No, why would you think that?” you said, trying to be nonchalant.

“Because you’ve got red paint on you,” he said, looking down at your pants and the hem of your shirt.

“Psh, no I don’t,” you awkwardly giggled.

“What’s on your jeans then?” he asked, smirking.

“Umm, I,” you thought. Gosh, say something, anything! Quick!

“I’m waiting,” Steve said in a sing-song voice.

“I’m a vampire!” you yelled, then suddenly wanted to crawl into a hole.

“A vampire?” Steve said, unimpressed.

“Yeah, the red stuff, it’s blood!” you exclaimed, then made a hissing noise with your fingers pointing down like fangs. Oh my gosh, I am a disgrace to humankind.

“Somehow, despite all of this very convincing evidence, I still don’t believe you,” Steve smirked. “I’m not mad, don’t get me wrong, I just want to be invited next time you--become a vampire,” he winked. “I’ve got some old lunch meat and Tommy’s address.”

“That sounds good to me, so long as you never mention this conversation again,” you chuckled. “I do, after all, watch all your cheesy movies, so you owe me.”

“First of all, my movie recommendations are gold. Second, I don’t think that’s gonna be possible, I’m never letting you live that one down,” Steve laughed, pulling you in for a hug.

“I had a feeling,” you sighed, hugging him back.

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meltwonu · 3 years ago

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✦ 👻 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 SEASON 2 👻 ✦

↪ �� BEGIN AGAIN ✧

this chapter pairing; angel!joshua x succubus!reader

genre&warnings; [fallen]angel!joshua, succubus!reader, dom!joshua, angry fucking, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, ‼️fucking in a church‼️, ‼️fisting‼️, PWP, ‼️insanely sacrilegious‼️.

notes; I … [hands over mouth like I’m shocked @ myself] it is what it is, ghouly-ghouls. ☠️ This is the most actual sacrilegious thing I'll probably ever write and again if this kind of thing bothers you, please please just skip this one!! 😭 I ain’t tryna get ppl complaining about the content of this one as if the warnings aren’t right there, okay kjfkdh Also, now I'm like damn Halloween is on a Sunday I should’ve saved this one for then to make it even more sinful but also I wanted MMS2 to go out with a bang which is why the last chapter is... also what it is 😈😮‍💨 I cannot believe there’s only two chapters left after this, where is my time going 😭💕 But also thank you sooo so so so so so much for all of your support thus far with each chapter 🥺💕 I cant wait to do my inbox roundup at the end and chat with all the alt plots and ideas I had too! 🥰✨ Enjoy ch 11, have a lovely day and I’ll see you tomorrow! 🥸👻🎃

word count; ~2000

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - x - x

you be the moon, I'll be the earth.

and when we burst,

start over, oh, darling,

begin again,

begin again.

“Why the long face, huh?”

You grin at Joshua’s back as he sits in one of the church pews - his eyes closed and hands folded neatly in his lap as you saunter up from behind.

“I don’t want to hear it.” He responds quietly; eyes fluttering open when he feels your aura starting to leak out into the church. “This… This is all your fault.”

“Me? That’s rich!” Your laugh reverberates in the empty church as you step into the pew right in front of Joshua - leaning over it as he furrows his brows at you. “It takes two to tango, baby. We both took a bite out of the forbidden fruit and now you’re paying the price. It’s as much of my fault as it is yours, Joshua~ You gave into the temptation, didn’t you?”

His hands ball up into fists in his lap at your words; frustrated despite how right you’d been.

There was only a matter of time before he found himself banished for his actions and he’d gone only three weeks before his time was up - the white angel wings ripped from him as he’d fallen.

“Shut up… Shut up!” He stands up in a hurry, flustered beyond words as you kneel on the pew in front of him.

“You should come join me~ Hell can be so fun, Joshua~ I can teach you so much and we’re quite friendly down there too~ We love to share~” You comment teasingly - hands running over the worn wood of the pews. “Although, my my, how rough you were fucking me last time. Hard to believe you were still an angel then with the way your cock was pounding my cunt so hard~ Making my toes curl when you came inside of me~”

“D-don’t speak like that in a church. It’s--It’s… i-improper.” He retorts.

“I’m surprised you still care. Don’t you feel so much better?” You smirk as he bites his bottom lip, “Now you can fuck me whenever you want and we don’t have to hide it~”

Joshua falls into silence as he mulls over your words - already giving into the temptation when he starts to feel his cock hardening in his neatly pressed slacks.

“Mm~ How about one time in the church, huh? Fuck me in the place you seem to still give a fuck about. Bend me over this pew right now and give it to me good~ Hah, or would you rather I get on my knees? Is that a familiar position for you, Joshua?”

“Shut up and spread your legs.”

The first time you’d tempted Joshua - he knew he shouldn’t have given in.

“Oh, mmnh! R-right there, Joshua! Fuck me harder~!”

Your red lips had eased into a sultry smirk as you toyed with the feathers of his angel wings out of curiosity and he had let you sink down onto your knees in front of him as you’d sucked him off - frustrated tears pooling in his eyes when he knew it’d been so inexcusable yet so sinfully pleasurable when he’d cum down your throat.

And the second time, it’d been all Joshua’s doing when he pushed you against the wall of an alleyway on earth; his moans and grunts muffled while he’d fucked you under the guise of night.

“You’re a filthy whore taking my cock like this in a church.” He grunts, “Bent over a pew with your cunt dripping everywhere and soaking my cock.”

“A-ah, mmh, you sound so h-hot talking like that~ Fuck, tell me more~ I bet your head is just, ngh, full of all the filthy shit you want to do to me, i-isn’t it?” And Joshua feels a weightlessness he’s never felt before as his lips ease into a small smirk of his own.

The desire to give into all the thoughts he forbade himself to think about finally coming to the surface as he thrusts into you harshly.

“I a-always stopped myself from thinking about the things you’d say in the heat of it all… But now I can indulge in it, too.” He whispers, “And I’m going to do every single one of those filthy little things to you. I’ll let you take your pick where we start because I’m sure you can take it all, can’t you, slut? You were made to sin - made to take cock all hours of the day. Made to take your pleasure from sex and sex alone, right?”

You laugh deliciously as you clench around his length; working your hips back to meet his punishing pace as you think it over.

“You know I like it so rough, Joshua~ But you did cum when I started talking about you fisting my tiny ‘lil cunt~ You wouldn’t stop thrusting into me until you came a second time too~ I couldn’t believe such a filthy thing got you so riled up~”

Joshua gulps harshly, hips stuttering momentarily before he growls and starts to double it instead.

“I’m going to cum inside you first. Then when you’re all slicked with my cum, I’ll slide my fist into that cunt of yours and get you to cum just like that. Pounding your fucking hole until you’re a crying mess underneath me.”

You mewl as you drink in his energy - thrice as powerful as a human’s as you feel your entire body buzzing with electricity.

“Oh, Joshua~ Mmnh, you’re so good at this~” You giggle, “I don’t think being an angel suited you very well~ You’re already so much filthier than most incubus with just your words~” His blunt fingernails dig into the skin of your waist as you laugh and the sound of skin slapping echoes in the church as he continues to fuck you.

“I learned it from you, slut. That filthy mouth of yours will land you in trouble one day, you know.”

You lick your lips in return as you stare off into the distance; eyes flitting over to the stained glass allowing some of the moonlight to peek through the coloured tiles.

“Will it? Do you think you’re punishing me right now?” You reply mockingly; eating up the way his sexual energy spikes as you egg him on. “This is barely scraping the surface of what we normally do, Joshua~”

He feels his cock start to throb as he lets out a breathy moan - ready to tip over the edge of an orgasm as your walls suck him in deeper.

“Mmnh, hurry up and cum inside me like how I know you want to… I wanna feel you fisting my cunt like you said you would~ I wanna see how good you can stretch my pussy out after you’ve already fucked it~”

Joshua repeats your words over and over in his head until his hips are stuttering; his cum filling you up as you mewl and let him ride out his pleasure.

And for once, he doesn’t hold back as he curses under his breath - head thrown back in absolute bliss as he unloads all of his cum inside of your tight heat without thinking of the repercussions.

I finally can do what I want, he mentally tells himself, I don’t have to be so proper anymore.

It takes a few tense, hazy minutes before Joshua is coming back down to earth but the second he catches his bearings, he’s pulling out of you in one fluid motion and roughly shoving your body as he maneuvers you onto your back on the pew.

“Hold your legs open because I won’t do it for you.” He mutters.

You smirk lazily as you part your legs for him and in the narrow walkway of the pew, Joshua makes do as he kicks the kneeler down and uses it to his advantage.

“Look at you… Letting my cum drip out onto the pew like a filthy slut. But don’t worry, I’ll put it right back where it belongs.”

Joshua brings his fingertips towards your entrance and scoops up the leaking cum before he’s pushing it back inside of you - repeating the process a few more times as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers.

“Hurry~ I wanna cum too, Joshua~”

He shoots you an annoyed look before he’s easing three fingers into your pussy at once - loud moans spilling from your lips from the stretch.

“You asked for it so you’ll take it.” He retorts.

“O-oh, mmnh, yes! Fuck, you know I--I can… Give me m-more! Fuck, make me cum!”

Joshua flicks his wrist as he pumps his digits into your pussy - only slowing down after a few minutes to add a fourth.

You feel your toes curl at the pleasure it brings and all Joshua can do is stare at you in awe at the way your pussy stretches around his fingers.

“Fuck… You’re taking in my fingers so well. I almost have my entire fist inside of your tight cunt and you’re barely flinching.”

You feel yourself starting to drool with each thrust of his fingers and when he pauses for the last time to add in his thumb - you let out a drawn out moan when he slowly eases in his entire fist.

“Mmngh… Oh f-fuck… Oh fuck, oh fuck…! It feels so g-good, Joshua~ I feel so full, ngh, I--fuck, I can feel you in my stomach… You’re inside me s-so deep…”

He gives you a moment to adjust but it doesn’t last long before he’s experimenting - alternating between wiggling his fingers and thrusting into you shallowly as your loud moans only get louder with each motion.

“Ngh, ‘m gonna cum… Fuck, I’m g-gonna cum, Joshua~ Do it h-harder!” You moan.

He smirks at you as he does exactly what you ask of him - his entire fist stretching you out as he thrusts it in hard enough to make your body jerk against the pew.

“Then cum, angel. I wanna see that pretty face of yours when you cum with my fist fucking your pussy. Stretching you out so good while my cum is forced out of you.” He scoffs, “You’re making such a mess on the pew, you know. I’ll have to make you clean it once we’re done.” Your back arches off of the wood as you feel your body start to go rigid - only a few more hard thrusts before you’re finally cumming and screaming Joshua’s name in the otherwise quiet church.

And Joshua watches with fascination as your walls flutter around his fist; cock twitching as he watches you take your pleasure.

“Oh, g-god, Joshua!”

“God, huh? Using his name in vain like this while I bring you pleasure with my fist in your cunt. So shameless, angel.”

You shoot him a lazy smirk as your eyes flash crimson - your energy levels skyrocketing as you hold his challenging stare.

“Your cock is already getting hard again, Joshua… How about I show you how much more shameless I can get~” You retort teasingly.

And Joshua, despite his earlier hesitation, fully gives in as he pulls his fist out of your pussy in a fluid motion as you whine loudly from the emptiness.

He peers down at his hand covered in your wetness and his cum as he licks his lips.

“Show me how much filthier you can get so I can punish you appropriately, angel.”

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