#asa/reader

[tiki-was-here]

Y/N and their slasher boyfriend

[attyy]

CAUGHT RED-HANDED

part 2 here: JUST WANTED A SODA! | suna x reader, literally js him falling in love at first sight

IF ITS ONE THING ABOUT SUNA he loves taking pictures and videos. Whether it would be countless fights between Atsumu and Osamu over food, Aran falling for the team's pranks, and Kite’s aesthetic “farm boy” pictures. He’s like a photo library, having bad pictures of everyone (mostly Atsumu and Osamu), and unfortunately, it includes you. His sweet, loving girlfriend. He takes so many to the point he has a separate album of you with a heart emoji. 

But no one knows how far his photos of you go, even before dating. His very first photo of you: a photo of Atsumu dramatically falling on the floor while warming up before a game, and you in the background sitting in the stands. 

You were laughing, eyes squinted, and it caught his eye while looking at the photo. Suna squinted, zoomed in, and cropped Atsumu out. 

“....shit.”

–Dumb and Dumber–

suna: hello my dear friends 

suna: i need a favor 

seen by samu and 3 others

suna: this is an emergency don’t play 

atsu is typing…

aran: the Rintaro Suna?? Asking for a favor?? You hit your head or sum?

atsu: HESINLOVE I CAN FEEL IT IN MY GUT 

suna: y'all sybau pmo icl fr

suna: i need help whats her name 

suna sent a picture 

samu: oh my god why is it so pixelated 

samu: r u a dumbass 

atsu: is that my damn eye in the corner 

kita: I think that’s Aran’s classmate, y/n. Pretty sure I've seen her at some games before. 

atsu: oh. my. god. 

atsu: YOU LIKE Y/N????

suna: im js asking omg can’t a man live 

aran: boi why do you have a picture of y/n 

suna: yo i think i'm down bad

samu: hope she don’t like u back mf

suna: why do i even text u hoes 💔😇

BONUS SCENE:

Later, Atsumu screenshotted the convo to use as blackmail against Suna. 

“Delete that shot of me falling or I’m sending this to y/n!”

His eyes shot open and saw Atsumu with his signature smirk. 

“Fine, but I’m getting your share of food tomorrow blondie.”

“You did not just insult my fresh. amazing. salon-level hair. Guess I’m telling her!” 

“Fiine. I’ll delete the stupid photo. But you better shut your mouth.”

“I will, but I’m not waiting 15 years for you to make a move. We all know you look at her during our games, just admit it!"

As much as he hated to admit it, it was true. And it was just a matter of time until he’d make a move. 

all works belong to @attyy, do not copy, steal, or plagiarize my works.

[rosytintedlights]

Slashers: *Just standing there*

Slashers: *Just drinking water*

Slashers: *Manspreading*

Slashers: *Literally just breathing*

Us:

[jjjjisun]

Wild Swing

Asa X Male OC | 3118 words

TW: Incest

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Request from Discord: Asa's big brother is a baseball player who plays where ASA's girl group is performing. Asa wasn't attracted to her big bro in any way until she saw him playing, his muscles popping while he swung his bat and such. So, for some reason, she got hot looking at him and motivated him to win during a short break on the backstage.

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Author's note: DAMN. GOD-TIER MIDRIFF.

The stadium roared as Asa and her girl group, Babymonster, strutted off the field after their electrifying performance. The crowd's energy was intoxicating, but it was nothing compared to the rush of knowing her brother, Jae, was up at bat next. Asa had seen him play a thousand times, but today, under the bright stadium lights, she felt a strange flutter in her chest as he stepped up to the plate.

Jae stood tall, his broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. His muscles flexed beneath his jersey as he casually swung his bat, warming up. Asa watched, her breath hitching as those muscles popped with each swing. She had always known he was strong, but seeing him like this, raw and powerful, was doing something to her she hadn't expected. She felt a warmth spread through her, a heat that pooled low in her belly.

Jae turned his head slightly, his eyes finding hers in the crowd. Asa's heart pounded as their gazes locked. There was something in his eyes, a knowing look that sent a thrill down her spine. He had caught her looking and knew that look on her face. She was no longer just his little sister cheering him on; she was a woman who found him attractive.

Asa's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. Instead, she let her eyes wander over him, taking every inch of his athletic form. She watched as he adjusted his stance, the way his thighs strained against his pants. She imagined those thighs between hers, his strong arms wrapping around her. Her breath hitched at the thought, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

Jae's eyes darkened, and Asa could see their desire even from a distance. He swung the bat again, this time with more force, as if channeling his sudden surge of energy. The crowd cheered, but Asa barely heard them. All she could focus on was how Jae's body moved, the promise of power and passion in every swing.

She shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together to ease the ache building between them. Her heart raced as she imagined Jae's hands on her, his mouth exploring her skin. She wanted to feel his strength, to have those muscles she had admired flexing above her, beneath her, behind her.

Jae stepped up to the plate, his eyes never leaving hers. The pitcher threw the ball, but Jae didn't swing. He took the strike, his gaze still locked on Asa. It was as if he was telling her he knew her secret and saw her desire. And he wanted her to know he felt it, too.

Asa's breath hitched, her heart pounding wildly. This was new, and this was dangerous, but it was also thrilling. She had never seen Jae like this or allowed herself to feel this way about him. But now that she had, she couldn't look away. She didn't want to. She wanted to explore this feeling, to see where it led. And from the look in Jae's eyes, she knew he felt the same.

Asa's heart was still pounding long after Jae's intense gaze had released her. She knew she had to see him, to confront this sudden and consuming desire that had sparked between them. During the short break, she texted him, her fingers trembling slightly as she typed, "Meet me by the women's restroom near the concession stand." She hit send, her breath hitching as she slipped her phone back into her pocket.

She made her way through the crowded stadium, her mind racing. She had seen Jae play countless times and had cheered him on from the stands more times than she could remember. But today had been different. Today, she had seen him not just as her brother but as a man—a powerful, passionate man who had ignited something within her that she couldn't ignore.

When she arrived, Jae was already there, leaning against the wall opposite the restroom. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on her. Asa's steps faltered momentarily, her breath catching as she took him in. Up close, he was even more intimidating, his presence even more commanding.

He said nothing. His arms still crossed and his gaze pinning her in place.

When she reached him, before either could say anything, she grabbed his shirt and dragged him into the restroom. The room was thankfully empty, and the sound of the crowd was muffled behind the closed door. Jae's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't resist.

Asa turned to face him, her back pressed against the door. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, could see the rise and fall of his chest as his breath came faster. She looked up into his eyes, seeing the reflection of her desire staring back at her.

"Asa," Jae began, his voice low and rough. But she didn't want to talk. She didn't want to analyze or discuss what was happening between them. She just wanted to feel.

She reached up, her hands grasping the back of his neck as she pulled him down to her. Their lips met in a fiery, hurried clash of lips and teeth that revealed the needs inside them. Their desire was almost taztable. Jae groaned, his arms snaking around her waist as he pressed her firmly to him. She could feel his hard cock grinding against her stomach, sending a rush of heat between her legs.

Someone tried to open the door, and she let out a little "oh," and Jae grinned at her, pulled her two steps away, and told the woman trying to open the door, "Closed for repair," in a voice that made all four giggle like schoolgirls.

As their mouths met again with a lusty to entwine wanton need. Their need was so deep and raw as they explored each other. His fingers were strong and sure as they ran her cheek. Her breasts were round and soft as he cupped one, as his fingers touched her nipple through her shirt so softly, but the sensation was like sa lamming climax. She cried out, her back arching her need.

Her moan and their gasping breaths echoed in the small tiled room, the sound of their raw passion a better turn-on than any dirty talk, any music, any sounds.

He reached her side and unzipped her skirt. It dropped so fast she gasped. His grin was one of surprise and even deeper need as his eyes roved over her body. She was still just his adorable sister, and a thousand times, he still saw that kid's face through the years as if it were still in her eyes. With a warm heart and with a gentle hand, he brushed his fingers through her hair. They both gasped as their lips crushed together, but this time there was no rush, there was no hurry, there was nothing but their naked upper bodies, pressed closer and closer. His strong hands grasped her soft behind. Her hard, bare breasts rubbed against his rock-hard pecs and his chest hair, the cleft so deep it seemed like her little tip wanting to dive into the depths of that divide.

His mouth covered her bare breast, he drew it in, sucking it, the contrast to his strong body and yet sucking her lemon-sized breast tenderly into his mouth He moaned as her hands cupping his head to her breast.

Reaching the waistband of her panties, he yanked them down, the thin spandex ripping in the frenzy. She cried out from his harsh touch of ripped panties, but didn't care. But it didn't hurt. It was a release, being freed like that by this powerful, deliberate man, who can walk in the room with that power and control and choose to take her and have her as his.

He hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. Reaching behind her, he palmed her buttocks, his muscles flexing, scandalizing her with his brute strength, his crass handling of her most tender parts.

Using his other hand, he unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hard cock. With Asa’s sheath splayed wide and ready, Jae plowed into her, Asa’s wet pink center sure and firm.

She bit his shoulder. He growled. She tightened her body to his.

Her mouth swallowed each of his deep groans. They were in a public place, and she could hear voices outside the door. While she had never been an exhibitionist, that fear was adding fuel to this need.

His strong biceps supported her. Asa felt this power. "Oppa, I trust you, I can do this," she leaned backward, her body bent like a bow, her chest toward the ceiling. He grabbed her waist with his hands, no longer being so polite. He began deep strokes, in and out, like a piston. The speed of the slamming, professional and deeper caused each thrust to vibrate through her body. For a moment, she thought she might collapse from the tremblings at this assault to her core, but this man would never let her fall, she knew it, she could feel it. She just gave into his power and rode up to the heights of all she was, all she could bear.

Their eyes connected as he kept her locked to him so closely.

Both of them had equally crazed feelings, but it was not just then that they realized they had needed each other for many years. And now, only now, in this crazy public, amazing place, were they finally able to express their feelings and depth to one another.

At that moment, it stretched to the maximum, and they didn't notice everyone cheering on the other side of the stadium. At this side, it was all orgasm. And it was all ecstasy. And it was all big brother and sister against the walls, against the sides, up against the sinks, inside the stalls doing everything they could for each other. They were locked into each other, and the entire world could have exploded around them, and they would not have noticed. It was about them. No one else, just the two.

He pumped her faster and faster, those huge biceps finally putting in the work, his speed increasing and increasing. He was a major league baseball player. He lives his days to drive his body to the absolute heights he can push it. And now her presence was driving him to use his body like it had never before experienced. This body trains day in and day out for a living, and yet his breathing began to sputter, his chest began to pant, and his powerful thighs started to wobble like Jell-O. Faster and faster, he plowed into her, into his sister bent back so far, waving her body like a flag in the wind at full mast. Her chin was pointed upward, her mouth gaping open, and the purest vocalizations of climbing creation were screaming from her little sister's pants.

Faster, and deeper, and faster, and she was gone. Her body stiffened. Her hands tried to dig into the tile walls, her fingernails scraping down the tiles, trying to find anything to grab onto.

Still, he pummeled. Now her cries were inhuman. It was all pain, unbelievable pleasure, and screams of ferocious noise. No more sisterly niceties; this the big leagues. This was the superbowl and her was grand final. This was the 100-yard home run for a touchdown in the 10th inning of overtime. These were the wails, screams, and yells of all human history combined into one last drive into her core. Their teary eyes locked. Both of their bodies wracked with spasms, completely uncontrolled, and finally his mouth searching for hers, finding hers, and sucking every cry and scream out of her body to silenced and safe release shudders.

Into each other they panted. The grip on her buttocks began to tremble, he began to slide, and his knees began to buckle.

He caught his breath, and when he was again stable, he slid her down, her buttocks, sliding with such smoothness his arm like an escalator. And then there they stood. Both still breathing hard. Both of their bodies were a wreck and in ecstasy, and then, looking into each other's eyes, they both burst into laughter. Their bodies wracked with laughter almost as hard as the pounding. But they both thought the same thing: "I need a break! I am out of shape for this game."

Finally, laughing into his pecs, she said, "I forgot how good that feels." And they kissed once more, brimming with the joy of their discovery.

Asa and Jae leaned against the bathroom wall, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. Asa looked up at Jae, her eyes shiny with unshed tears. "Oppa, what are we doing?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from her previous screams of pleasure.

Jae cupped her face, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. "Something we should have done a long time ago," he said, his voice steady and sure. He looked into her eyes, his own filled with a warmth she had never seen before. "Asa, I have always wanted you. But there's something you should know about me."

Asa tilted her head, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "What is it?" she asked, her heart pounding.

Jae took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I have a kink, Asa. I have always had a thing for... your midriff." He looked down, his eyes tracing the curves of her waist, her belly button, the flat plane of her stomach. "I have always wanted to worship, kiss, and lick it."

Asa's breath hitched, her stomach fluttering at his words. She had never known this or imagined that her brother had such desires. But the look in his eyes, the raw need in his voice, ignited something within her. She wanted to give him what he desired, to fulfill his fantasies.

She took his hand, leading him to the floor. She lay down on her back, her body still flushed and naked from their previous encounter. Jae looked down at her, his eyes wide with surprise and desire. "Asa," he began, but she cut him off.

"Do what you want, Oppa," she said, her voice breathless. "Worship me."

Jae groaned, his body shaking with need. He lay down beside her, his head at her feet, his feet at her head. His hands grasped her hips, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist, the flat plane of her stomach. Asa gasped, her body arching as his lips pressed against her belly button, his tongue dipping in, tasting her, teasing her.

She could see his cock, hard and ready, just inches from her face. She grasped it, her fingers wrapping around his length, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin. Jae groaned against her stomach, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. She leaned forward, her tongue licking the tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum.

Jae's body shuddered, his hips jerking as she took him into her mouth. He groaned against her stomach, his lips and tongue worshipping her midriff, just like he had always wanted. Asa moaned, the sound vibrating around his cock, making him groan even louder.

Their bodies writhed together, their mouths and tongues exploring each other's most intimate places. Asa could feel the pleasure building, her body trembling with each lick, each suck, each nibble of Jae's mouth. Jae's hips jerked, his cock thrusting in and out of her mouth, his breath coming in fast pants.

Suddenly, Jae pulled away, his body shaking with need. He sat up, pulling Asa with him. His eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He sat on the toilet, his cock hard and ready, pointing straight up. Asa looked at him, her body aching with need.

"Ride me, Asa," he said, his voice rough with desire. "Ride, move your hips like you do it in choreo."

Asa gasped, her body throbbing at his words. She straddled him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her breasts pressing against his chest. She could feel his heart pounding, could see the pulse at his neck throbbing with desire. She reached down, her hand grasping his cock, guiding it to her entrance.

She slid down onto him, both of them groaning as he filled her. She began to ride him, her body bouncing up and down, her breasts jiggling with each movement. Jae groaned, his hands grasping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

Their bodies moved together, their breaths coming in sync, their hearts pounding. Asa could feel the pleasure building, her body trembling with each thrust, each grind, each bounce. Jae's body was shaking, his hips jerking up to meet hers, his cock thrusting deep into her.

Suddenly, Jae's body tensed, his hips jerking up one last time as he came, his seed spilling deep into her. Asa cried out, her body convulsing as she too came, her pleasure washing over her in waves. She collapsed onto him, her body limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at herself and chuckled.

"Our mess will be... hard to clean up."

She could feel his cum leaking out of her, could see the mess it had made on her thighs, her makeup smudged and ruined. But she didn't care. All she cared about was the man beneath her, the man who had just given her the most intense pleasure of her life.

Jae looked up at her, his eyes filled with a warmth and love she had never seen before. He cupped her face, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. He pulled her down to him and kissed her full on the lips, the passion, heart and soul, and happy to be her boyfriend in one head-swirling, life-changing press of the lips.

"I love you, Asa," he whispered against her lips. "I always have. And I always will."

Asa's heart swelled, her eyes filling with tears. "I love you too, Oppa," she whispered back. "I always have. And I always will."

They stayed like that, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating. They had crossed a line, had done something they could never take back. But as they sat there, their bodies still trembling with the aftermath of their passion, they knew they wouldn't have it any other way. They had found something in each other's arms, something they had been searching for their whole lives: love, passion, acceptance. And they would hold onto it, no matter what the future held.

[stray-cat-with-internet-access]

Me saving my life in every slasher x reader

[slasherhaven]

Slashers with a significant other who is a cam girl and wants them to be in one of their videos? 💃

2 posts in 2 days who do I think I am? See ya'll in a year! /j

CW: NSFW

You do Cam Work and Ask the Slashers to be in your Videos:

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is pretty conservative when it come to sex and such, but he's come around to your cam work, especially since you let him help with the details.

You like when he picks what you were or what scene you might do. You made Thomas feel like a part of it and that made him comfortable with it.

Still, he's very surprised when you ask if he wants to do a video with you. He refuses immediately and you respect that.

You ask again a while later but with more details. Like nobody would know who he was, you would keep his face out of the shot, and the two of you will do whatever he is comfortable with.

Your first video with him is of you riding him. His head isn't in the shot but the rest of his frame is. The size difference goes hard and your audience agrees.

Thomas is a flustered mess when you sit to read with comments with him. Everyone is talking about the new man in your video, gushing about how big he is and how attentive he is. Even with his size it seems your audience could sense his gentle soul, commenting on the chemistry you both have and how they would love to see him again!

Thanks to all the lovely comments, Thomas agrees to do another video even if he doesn't see himself putting his face on camera any time soon.

Michael Myers

Michael honestly does not care that you do cam work.

When you first ask him to be in a video, he pretty much ignores it.

But when you ask again some time later he doesn't see why not.

As long as his face isn't in the video or anything, you can film it, he doesn't really care.

The videos you make with him afterwards are pretty similar to your first video with him.

Usually you bent over while Michael fucks you to tears.

Michael is barely in the shot most of the time. Sometimes it just a close up on you, other times it includes Michael but only ever getting at high as his chest.

Everyone is obsessed with your mystery man. Where did he come from? What was that scar from? Can we see more of him please!!!

Jason Voorhees

We all know that Jason's comfort levels with sex is extremely low and it takes a while for him to become comfortable with physical intimacy. So cam work is certainly going to take some time for him to come around to.

And once he's become more comfortable with that, it's going to take a whole lot longer before he feels comfortable being in a video.

When he does decide to give it a go, he is a real hit!

He refuses to show his face on camera and you do whatever it takes to make sure he is as comfortable as possible.

Before Jason says you can use his name in videos and descriptions, your audience referred to him as 'the gentle giant', which is completely accurate!

No matter your usual content, Jason is nothing but gentle with you when he's in a video.

Brahms Heelshire

Watches your videos over and over again, he loves them. He'll watch you record them and watch them later once you've posted them. He can't get enough.

He's already got his pants off when you ask if he wants to be in one of your videos. You end up fucking even though you're not filming it.

He actually doesn't have much of a problem with having his face on camera. He's still a little insecure about his facial burns but you have alleviated most of that by this point.

And after the first video and he reads all those positive comments. Some are as horny for him as they are for you.

Fully embraces his new pornstar identity. He's insufferable.

He'll be in any video you want and your audience love watching you take care of your needy brat.

Bo Sinclair

Bo is in fully support of your work, it brings some money in and he gets to watch your videos. Even if his possessiveness still often gets the better of him. Whenever he reads comments of people praising you, Bo has an insatiable need to bend you over something just to prove a point.

Gets all cocky and arrogant when you ask if he wants to be in a video.

Needless to say, he agrees to do it.

And he takes to it pretty easily. He knows how to get all of his favourite reactions from you, how to get you pleading and begging for him, and he wants everyone watching to know.

Bo is arrogant and always smirking when the camera is on but it performs well.

He likes to how the camera and film himself entering you. He really does have a terrible ego.

Vincent Sinclair

It gets Vincent flustered, he could admit that, but he appreciates the artistic side of it all. It takes more effort and consideration than one might think!

He likes helping you get ready for a video and taking care of you afterwards.

He's hesitant when you first ask if he wants to be in a video. A part of him wants to do it with you but he's not confident enough in himself.

But he loves making you feel good and at this point he knows he's good at it, so he gives it a try. You can film them without posting them after all, like practise runs.

He may never show his face but he doesn't mind having his body on camera. Sometimes he even just hides his face with his hair instead of keeping his head out of the shot completely.

On Vincent's more self-conscious days, he'll film close ups of him fingering you instead.

He's very good with his hands and your audience agrees. They are very jealous of you.

Lester Sinclair

Lester is pretty neutral on your work, but of course he absolutely loves your videos.

He's mostly just surprised and flustered when you first ask if he wants to be in one of your videos. He thinks you're perfect so he understands why people would want to watch you, but he doesn't really see why people would want to watch him.

But he still agrees to it because he's your biggest supporter!!!

Your audience love the chemistry and intimacy between you both, leaving comments about how real your videos feel.

The videos that perform best are usually the ones where the two of you forgot you were even filming, just giggling together and enjoying each other. Lester gets all nervous and shy when the camera turns on, which is adorable, but forgetting that the camera is there really does help him perform better, the sweetheart.

Your audience love your more thought out and planned videos but appreciate the occasional more relaxed video with your sweet boyfriend.

Bubba Sawyer

Super flustered by your work but he's supportive.

Is super surprised and nervous when you ask if he wants to be in a video.

He agrees to give it a try once you explain that you can always delete it and nobody has to see it if he changes his mind or doesn't like it.

Bubba is just a big sweetie really, and you know just how to turn him into a squirming, blubbering mess.

And your audience love to watch you do it!

In later video's you do, you use the viewers' comments to fluster him even further. Using all the kindest and sweetest comments that say how lovely he is .

Come on, Bubs, they love you, they're being so nice. Why don't you say thank you?

Billy Lenz

Billy loves watching your videos and when you ask if he wants to be in a video with you, he is so excited!

He's completely down to make some home videos but he's a little unsure about putting it online for other people to see.

So you make it so his face isn't visible and let him watch the final edit before uploading it. He thinks it's so hot, he can't say no.

Honestly, you could do really well with just audios alone though. People will go wild for it. Billy unable to keep his mouth shut, all those desperate moans and whines and noises, the sticky wet slapping of skin. Honestly, a video element is just a bonus at this point.

And who gets off to the video the most? Billy obviously!

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa monitors your accounts anyway, even if you don't know it. He wants to know what you're posting and how people are responding. Don't want any bullies or trolls, right?

He's probably tried to manipulate you into suggesting it anyway.

He doesn't have much of a problem with your cam work, he's just a possessive bastard and would love to claim you in front of your entire audience.

The mask stays on!

Okay, he designs a new mask to avoid any chance of self criminalisation but whatever.

You two can make it big in BDSM communities.

Ties you up, blindfolds you, gags you. Whatever he feels like, but often seems to focus the camera on your reactions rather than on what he is doing to you. Studying his favourite little specimen.

Your audience already adored you of course, but they also love this new Dom you brought it.

There is no doubt as to who you belong to now.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Obviously Jesse has no problem with being on camera and he already has a pretty big ego, so he'll probably even wear the Chromeskull mask. It's his signature whether it's for his snuff films or your cam work.

Like Asa, you do absolute numbers in the BDSM community. Everyone is very pleased with his fully suited up, masked Dom that you brought in.

He already has his Chromeskull persona all fleshed out so he just brings that energy to your videos.

He's a sadistic Dom and you might have to upload an Aftercare video at some point just to reassure your more loyal audience that you're alright and always well taken care of afterwards.

Otis Driftwood

Is obviously a fan of your videos and isn't going to stop you from making them. You aren't actually fucking anyone else, so he's cool with it. And if he feels particularly jealous or possessive at some point, he knows he's the only one who can actually pin you down and have his way with you.

Oh yeah, he's down to make a few videos with you. He's probably got some old tapes of his own somewhere, long forgotten. He's not shy.

Says the filthiest shit, it kinda becomes his think on your platform.

Otis can be absolutely disgusting but, fortunately, there is an audience for that and they flood to your videos.

Calls you all sorts of names, asks you if you get off on knowing everyone is going to watch him fuck you. That everyone is going to see all the things you let him do to you.

Baby Firefly

Baby loves that you do cam work, she loves performing. She happily does your hair and makeup, she helps you pick out costumes and which toys you'll use in that video.

Hell, she's even filmed a video or two for you!

She's your number one supporter so of course she jumps on camera as soon as you ask if she wants to be in a video.

The two of you are all dolled up and she's magnetic, the audience love her as much as they love you.

The two of you are absolute menaces if you decide to do a livestream, pulling in huge donations because Baby is going to pout and taunt. Why should the two of you put on a show if they're not showing their appreciation properly?

Baby is the type to respond to very low donations with "it's alright, you can just say you're poor". She never promised to play nice and she just thinks you're worth more than that!!!

You end up apologising for her.

People are into it though.

Yautja (Predator)

Your mate doesn't quite get it but he's cool with it.

Is hard as soon as you ask if he wants to be in a video. Yautja's aren't very conservative or prudish when it comes to sex and nudity, so you weren't too surprised.

He loves the thought of taking you, of claiming you, and everyone knowing that you're his mate. That he's a worthy mate for you.

Even when he's a regular feature in your videos, he doesn't completely understand it, he just knows he's into it.

Everyone loves to watch you try to take him fully, the struggle, the determination, the satisfaction when you manage it.

You have cornered the Monster Fucker market. They don't know if it's real, if it's a very elaborate costume, or very realistic animation, either way they are eating it up.

All the other performers who use alien dildos and such are super jealous, obviously.

[bubbysawyer]

how the slashers sleep (with reader)

billy lenz:

stares. he stares at you a lot. he can't sleep...well, or often.

WILL trap you in a snare of limbs when he eventually does fall asleep. you may not escape until he is ready

clingy. clingy, clingy, clingy. clingy. you're his, deal with it

probably talks in his sleep?

wakes up a lot and wakes you up in the process; but it's normal and you just kiss his head and will him back to sleep.

brahms heelshire

his sleep schedule is mandatory, duh, so. you're going to sleep when he does or he'll throw a fit

he's an honestly very cuddly man when it comes to you. he loves you, he's glued to you, he's addicted to you

he LOVES waking up with you in the morning and going to the kitchen for breakfast (that you make)

he absolutely disrupts you making breakfast with kisses

jason voorhees

he's undead, he doesn't sleep, but he pretends for you!

he loves watching you sleep, he strokes your hair and sighs to himself about how beautiful you look

might doze-not-sleep with you next to him. you soothe him.

he makes breakfast before you get up. he's a master of making breakfast.

the collector/asa emory

tells you how much he cherishes you as his favorite pet (probably giving you physical gratification as well) before lying beside you

very into cuddling you. touching you in general.

WILL NOT sleep until he makes you feel special. no negotiation.

sleeps like a stone. you cannot wake this man yourself, but he does wake up for other things...such as alarms.

makes you an amazing breakfast in the morning.

this man essentially worships you as his little pet, and he is your beloved master.

chop top sawyer

will most likely want to make out

music. at least two albums before be can get tired, this dude is god damned Energy As Hell and music helps him get tired/relax

...might try and grope you a bit, so, uh.

falls off the bed a lot, usually head-first. does not wake up at all. hope you like seeing your boyfriend snoring upside down with his face on the floor bc that's your normal morning

pyramid head

will just look at you. he doesn't sleep. does he?

BUT he loves lying down with you in a soft mattress. it's nice on his back.

he WILL at least try to shove his weird, long tongue into your mouth bc that's...how he kisses you, so

he might doze off a bit for a while

purrs in his sleep when he feels you hold him

any noise in the night will alarm him and you will probably have to grab his arm or w/e to keep him inside. it is safest inside; but it is hard for him to relax bc he does not want any threat around you

herbert west

goes to bed at a certain time or a random time due to him being a workaholic freak

showers each night, puts on his night clothes

kisses you deep and tugs you tightly to him, muttering into your ear just how much he needs you, how much he wants you here

he knows he's...like how he is, and in the past he did not make it clear how much he NEEDS you with him

sleeps on his back but ends up tangled up with you in like 45 minutes.

he talks in his sleep. not loudly, he literally mutters his own notes.

[lace-coffin]

Hi! Can I ask how the slashers would feel if they ever accidentally hurt their s/o? Gender and everything is up to you!

How slashers would react to Accidently hurting their S/O

Thank you so much for my first ever request ah! I hope you enjoy 💖

Requests are open!

Warning for blood/injury - mild sexual content/reference to sexual activity and power dynamics -unhealthy relationships (I think?)

Reader is gender neutral!

Bubba sawyer

Most likely happened via Bubba playing too hard and Accidently pushing you over or being a bit too heavy handed with you. If it’s a case of them mistaking you for a victim and catching you with their chainsaw before being able to stop then they’ll be even more in inconsolable : (

Stops and stares for a minute to process what’s happened before devolving into full blown panic.

She’ll drop whatever she’s doing to carry you back to the house, even if that means letting the victim escape and having Drayton yell at her.

Will hurriedly explain in rushed sign to either Choptop or Nubbins to go take care of the victim as he’s busy caring for you.

Checks you over frantically. Please explain you’re going to be ok and help them calm down.

Once he knows you’re not in any danger he’ll feel absolutely awful about it and whine apologies to you even if you tell him that it’s ok and it wasn’t their fault.

Please comfort them once you feel better and reassure them.

Will insist you come up with a verbal and nonverbal sign to give if they’re accidently messing around to hard.

Will make you agree to stay in the house out of the way when victims are around so you don’t Accidently get hurt again.

Thomas Hewitt

After another night of Hoyt berating him for things out of his control, Tommy storms off to the basement to cool off. You follow after him, intending to comfort and wanting to help. You place a hand on his shoulder without thinking, forgetting he doesn’t enjoy physical touch without warning, thinking it might help. Whipping around he grabs your wrist a little too hard, causing you to wince.

He snatches his hand back as soon as he realises what he’s done.

Tommy will bring you to Luda may to have her check you over and assess the damage.

Once he knows you’re safe he’ll confine himself to the basement for a few days, only coming out to eat but even then it’s tense.

He’s truly sorry and feels like all those people who called him a monster and an animal were right, he hurt the one he cares about most, after all.

After a few days apart, a lot of hushed words of affirmation and kisses/nose bumps he’ll feel comfortable being with you again.

You know to let him cool off by himself and come to you when he’s ready after a heated argument now.

Michale Myers

You jump out at Michael thinking it would be funny to catch the shape off guard for once and not the other way around. Unfortunately this backfires and he swings his knife at you, thinking it may be an intruder since you’ve never pulled something like this before, You manage to jolt out of the way but the knife still catches you in the shoulder. Thankfully, it’s only superficial and will heal, but it still looks like it needs medical attention.

Initially Michael looks at you unamused, granted it’s hard to tell what he’s feeling underneath the mask. He gives you a kind of “well If you weren’t being dumb this wouldn’t have happened” attitude. However this is a front for the actual panic he refuses to show on the surface.

Having a few cuts and scratches isn’t super uncommon when your with Michael considering his tastes involving knives in bed ; )

Usually hurting others comes naturally and without remorse to Michael, so it shakes him to his core that he’s actively worrying about your wellbeing instead of feeling the usual indifference.

It disturbs him that he actually cares about someone enough to feel remorse for his actions.

After unceremoniously pulling your shirt off and looking the wound over he forces you go to A&E, practically marching your ass out the door.

Since he’s basically an escaped criminal he can’t exactly casually walk in the hospital with you, however he will stalk you the entire time, lurking close by to make sure you arrive and leave safely.

Although he usually has his guard up he vows to try be a little less bristly with you from now on if it means he doesn’t have to see you hurt and feel that awful tug of regret/worry in his chest.

Jason voorhees

You went out looking for Jason one night after he hadn’t returned to the cabin by his usual time. You were worried he’d been overpowered by a group of trespassers or caught in a trap and didn’t have any way to communicate that to you. The woods were beautiful but so dense and vast, getting lost or injured in the thick of them may as well be a death sentence.

Whilst searching for your missing partner you get your leg snagged in a bear trap he had set out previously for the trespassers. You howl in pain as you hear the sickening snap of your ankle between the traps jaws.

Jason was trudging his way back to the cabin when he heard it. Knowing that wasn’t a rougue teen as he’d cleared them out already, alarm bells went off in his head. He stormed to scene as fast as he could.

He could have sworn his undead heart stopped for the second time as he saw you sitting there in agony, murky blood seeping into the forest floor.

He rushes to your side and looks frantically between the trap and your teary face, he knows he’s going to have to disengage the traps and for you it’s going to be..less than pleasent.

He signs for you to grip onto his arm for support. Since he’s already dead and regenerates fairly quickly he feels it’s the least he can do to let you grip his arm for dear life as he wrenches the trap from your shattered ankle. If you cause any damage to his arm (which is very unlikely) it will heal up in no time anyway.

Once he’s carried you back to the cabin he’ll be frantically following Pamela’s directions in his head for what to do and how to clean/ wrap it.

If the damage is extensive he’ll relent and let you go to the hospital, only if a trusted friend takes you though, he’ll be sitting by the window of your shared cabin every minute until you return back to him.

You’re no longer aloud to be out in the woods after dark alone if he’s set traps. You both carry whistles now so if he’s not home and you need to know he’s safe you can whistle to each other and feel more at ease.

Billy Lenz

Interacting with Billy when he’s having an episode is never a good idea. You thought it would be fine to just be in the room though, providing you stay out of his way. As you enter, Billy is in the midst of trashing his attic once again, the disgusting feelings bubbling in his chest too much to bear. You enter just as he’s angrily thrown an old glass christmas ornament at the floor that the sorority had kept in storage. It shatters and flecks of sparkling glass scatter along the floor. One piece catching you in the hand in a nasty glass splinter. You swear under your breath and rush off to take care of it.

Billy doesn’t even realise what’s happened until you return to him, him now having exhausted himself and you knowing it’s safe to try do some damage control. You bring him a sandwich and juice knowing he’ll need it after all the energy and tears he just used up.

Your hands touch as he’s accepting the plate from you with a muted “thank you” and he notices the bandage.

Billy essentially bristles up like an angry cat at the idea of someone hurting his piggy and demands to know who did it and what happened.

Once you tell him it was actually from the ornament he feels horrible. He doesn’t even remember it happening with the state he was in.

He snuggles into the crook of your neck and mumbles apologies into your skin.

Billy will place sloppy kisses over it as an apology until you forgive him. (Not exactly hygenic since it’s an open wound but i mean…you’re dating the attic rat)

Brahms Heelshire

When living with Brahms there isn’t usually much to injure yourself on considering the estate is fairly out of the way from the rest of the village. You most likely caught yourself on a pair of sheers. Brahms is being stubborn about you being out of the house and slings the sheers in your general direction from the door frame when you ask for them. You don’t even notice you sliced your hand when catching them until you see a patch of blood soaking through your gardening gloves about ten minutes later.

You come in to grab a tea towel to wrap your bleeding finger in, not really fazed as it’s only a small cut. Brahms was lurking from the window as you tended to the hedges, not wanting to be away from you but not yet brave enough to tempt leaving the house he’s been in all these years.

As soon as he sees it he’s panicking, it’s only a little cut and you’re not concerned in the slightest but to Brahms you may as well have just came in with an arm missing. He’s instantly flittering around you asking if you’re ok and if you need a hospital.

You stifle your laugh at his over the top concern, you find it rather sweet, it’s not his fault he’s a little bit sheltered.

After cleaning the cut and bandaging it, it’s totally fine. If anything Brahms needs more reassuring and coddling than you do to get him to settle.

He apologises a thousand times for his attitude because he knows If he hadn’t been stroppy about you leaving the house and passed the sheers nicely then you wouldn’t have been hurt in the first place. He promises to try be more composed when he starts getting antsy.

He may need some ✨punishment✨ in order to encourage his behaviour change and to feel forgiven.

He begrudgingly lets you back outside to garden after about a week.

Asa Emory

If you’re the pet of Asa then it’s likely that most of your injuries are purposefully given from him and are no mistake. You’re poked and prodded often considering your residency in the collection. Wounds from experiments and correctional punishments when you disobey or refuse to submit are not uncommon at all. So it doesn’t bother him since he inflicted them. This also assures he cleans them with clinical precision. If you were anyone else he would leave the wounds to fester, if you died from a complication then that was just inconvenient. Not you though, you’ve caught his attention and heart. He loves you in his own domineering way.

If the wound was created by him on accident then he would give himself a hard time, chastising himself for his carelessness.

For example, if he had more trouble with law enforcement than he thought and that led to you to spending way more time in the trunk than you usually do, causing you to develop a sore from sitting in one cramped position for too long.

Asa would realise you’re injured once you’re let out of the trunk, hissing in pain as you stretch. He makes you show him where you’re hurting so he can inspect over it.

Despite Asa’s stony face his stomach is actively sinking. He knows you’re hurt because of him and it wasn’t purposeful or measured like it would be during a punishment. He sees this as failure in his pet care and it takes a blow to his god complex. Gods don’t make mistakes, but here he is, hurting his dolly by being so out of it.

He’ll make sure to clean it for you and even stop putting you in the trunk for a while. This does however still mean you’ll be attached to him via leash or chain connected to the ring sitting on his belt. Just because you’re hurt and his favourite toy, doesn’t mean he will except anything less than your complete and total submission.

He’ll be more tender and soft handed with you than usual for a while after. Punishments will be withheld until you heal. Then it’s back to normal routine as expected.

Predator/yautja

You were wearing a new perfume you’d picked up at the market during the day, You were only supposed to be getting meats and maybe a new fur for the bed but once the alien at the stand had convinced you to sample it you fell in love with it.

Your mate picks up on an unknown scent entering the house, hackles raising and stalking towards it. As soon as they catch the heat signature they throw a wrist blade in warning.

Their eyes widen in horror, rushing to the door as they catch scent of your tangly blood dripping onto the hardwood floor of your shared home.

The new perfume masked your familiar scent from them, making them believe the house was in danger and being intruded on. If their face could loose colour it would, cringing as they see the wrist blade sticking through your palm, groceries discarded at the door.

They start talking at you in rapid clicks before they realise you can’t actually understand. After making sure to keep the object in your hand so you don’t bleed out and that you’re not going to pass out on them, they insist on carrying you their medic instead of going to an ooman one.

They argue that their medicine is far more advanced and will heal your wound much more efficiently then your “ primitive ooman medicine”

Thanks to yautja medicine being far more advanced, It will heal like nothing ever happened in around two weeks. The wound stitched shut and given some kind of injection.

Your mate purrs and clicks for you deep from their chest the entire time you’re having the blade removed to try calm you.

They beg for forgiveness despite it literally being an accident and will need some reassurance that they haven’t failed you as a mate. Once you’re all healed up they’ll bring back an impressive skull from a hunt as an apology even if you’ve already forgiven them.

Whilst it’s healing you’re probably going be kept in the nest of furs and pulled tightly against them whilst they purr and sooth you.

My requests are open if you’d like to send any prompts or ideas for me to write!

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Slashers with a sleepwalking s/o

AN: totally based off my personal experiences sleepwalking lol asked my friends and family what their favorite sleepwalking episode was.

Jason Voorhees 🏕

Jason is already paranoid AF about you unknowingly wandering into a trap during the day.

But the first time he comes across you in the woods at night? When you should be asleep?

He is not a happy man. Many thoughts run through his mind. Are you trying to leave him? Trying to get yourself hurt? Would you rather die then be with him?

It takes him a good while and a lot of explaining for him to understand what's happening. That your not intentionally doing this. Science shit™️

He sets up a system. Maybe a bell or two. Something loud to let him know where you are. Maybe some trip wires.

Strangest thing he's seen you do: He watched you eat a entire sleeve of saltines while standing in the shower.

Michael Myers 🎃

Michael's seen some shit. So this is nothing. All those years in Smiths Grove have prepared him for this. So you sleepwalk? Cool, his neighbor at Smiths Grove used to eat cockroachs.

That being said, the closer you're relationship grows, the more worried he becomes. What if you fall down the stairs? What if you wander into the road? What if, what if, what if??

He doesn't have the foresight to set up traps, like Jason does.

Uses his fucked up sleep schedule to his advantage and often stands over your sleeping body. Jumpscare.

Will definitely tie a bell on you while you sleep. Totally not a collar what are you saying? Don't make it kinky.

The strangest thing he's seen you do: Put all of the remotes in the refrigerator because they needed batteries.

Thomas Hewitt 🥩

Poor sweet man. You're going to give him a heart attack one of these days.

However, he's probably one of the more better prepared of the lot. His house is set up to keep people in and out. So there isn't much danger you can get into.

Unless he forgets to lock up the basement. Which has happened once. And only once. You were fairly unharmed if not a little traumatized.

Has taken to locking your bedroom door. Also installs like 10 latches. AND puts a bell on the doorknob. And maybe sometimes you.

Look, he's already scared of losing you to somebody else, he doesn't want to have to worry him losing you to you.

Strangest thing he's seen you do: Him, Monty and Hoyt sat and watched you stand in front of the sink for a hour and a half. Just standing there. Menacingly

Brahms Heelshire 🐀

Oh, poor baby is confused. Especially at the start of your situation-ship. You don't know he's there, you just think you're babysitting a doll for a sad old couple. Not their grown ass son who lives in the walls.

The first time Brahms finds you sleepwalking, he's pissed. You trying to leave him, he knows you are. But... did you just snore?? Wait, you're asleep. He feels a little better about the situation.

Until you start walking towards the stairs. Boy's never moved so fast in his life. He knows if he wakes you up it's game over. So he gives you a gentle nudge back to your room.

Now after you find about the rat man in the walls, things are different. Brahms, even in the deepest REM cycle, will never let you go. Man is a koala and you are the tree he's clinging to for dear life. It's almost impossible to escape his arms at night.

Almost makes you sleep in the walls instead of the bedroom so you're safer. Like ain't no way you're getting out of those without him waking up.

Strangest thing he's seen you do: Sat up in bed, complaining about the maracas in your mouth??? He cried.

Billy Lenz 🎄

World's worst caretaker 👑

Especially before yall start dating because, at that point in time, he's still trying to decide if he wants to kill you. He won't lie, he very briefly thought about pushing you down the stairs.

But? After you win him over? Yeah still kinda sucks ass at keeping you from hurting yourself. He'll keep you alive, mind you, just a little worse for wear.

He asked you once if he could tie you down in bed. You didn't like the look in his eyes so you declined. Billy pouted for the next three days.

TBH he might do it anyways. Look he's just trying to keep your silly little self safe, S/O. Get your mind out of the gutter. Haha, jk...unless 😏?

The strangest thing he's seen you do is eat a entire bag of gummy bears while standing outside. He joined you.

Vincent Sinclair 🖌

Another prepared king 👑

His workshop is dangerous. Upstairs is dangerous. The whole town is health code violation. And bby cannot stand the idea of you hurting yourself.

But other then the constant anxiety that you'll some how end up falling off the stairs or falling into the wax or the any other number of things his brain comes up with, he's very level-headed.

Child safety locks. He buys that shit in bulk.

But hey, gives him a excuse to hold you at night. (Vincent, they're literally your s/o)

The strangest thing he's seen you do is stand over Bo's bed, chanting tomato. Bo almost cried.

Bo Sinclair 🔧

Definition of "Look at that idiot...oh wait that's my idiot!"

Honestly, probably the worst. Not like 'let's you just walk around' worst, but more like 'Imma gonna chain you to the bed' worst.

Dude's so scared of losing you, pretty much the best thing that ever happened to him, that his willing to go to drastic matters to keep you safe.

Don't try to explain the science behind it, you'll only give him a migraine. Just let him keep you safe. K, bby?

Bo's gonna lose sleep some nights, he's that scared. No doubt you will wake up to the feeling of someone watching you. Just comfort him, ok?

Strangest thing he's seen you do is sit up in bed and start singing 'Livin La Vida Loca'

Asa Emory 🪲

Number one prepared king™️

I'm not saying he may or may not, kinda sorta perhaps placed cameras around your living situation before you two even began dating. But yeah he did.

So he knows all about the crazy shenanigans you are up to at night.

He reads the books, watching online lectures 👏all👏the👏research. You can bet your sweet ass he knows exactly how to wake you up in case of emergency.

In the same breath, despite how much he does love you, science. Prepare to be studied like a bug under a microscope.

Strangest thing he's seen you do is standing with the refrigerator doors open, telling him how much you love this show.

Norman Bates 🚿

My poor sweet innocent murder bby. He doesn't know what to do.

Yeah, keep you safe, he's got that much down. But at what cost?

The hotel looks like a a daycare center now. Baby proofing everywhere (ask him about getting locked out of the bathroom, it's funny)

Suggested a collar once as a joke, wasn't expecting you to agree. Got flustered. Dropped his cup, maybe got a bone.

Another koala sleeper, so good luck escaping his embrace. Will go as far as following you to the bathroom to make sure you're actually awake.

Strangest thing he's seen you do is sit down in a fake potted plant in the living room and talk about dinosaurs.

[littleprinces]

Happy New Year!

Enami Asa x Male Reader

Sex Slavery, Pregnant Asa, Master Slave

Enjoy my first fic in 2025 and Happy new year

Asa stood in the doorway, her naked body bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. Her large, round belly was a stark contrast to her otherwise slender frame. She had always been petite, but now, with her pregnancy, she looked even more delicate. Her eyes, a deep brown, were filled with a mix of fear and anticipation as she looked at me.

"Happy New Year, Master," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Indeed, it is," I replied, my eyes roaming over her body. "Come here, Asa. Let me give you your New Year's gift."

She hesitated for a moment before walking towards me, her hips swaying gently with each step. I could see the faint blush spread across her cheeks as she approached.

"You look nervous, Asa," I said, my voice low and husky. "Should I be worried?"

She shook her head, her long, dark hair cascading down her back. "No, Master. I'm just... I'm just excited."

I smiled at her, a slow, predatory smile. "Good. You should be. Now, come here and let me see what I've been given."

As I looked at her, I could see the goosebumps rise on her skin. She was a picture of innocence, with her wide eyes and soft curves, but I knew better. I knew the dark desires that lurked beneath her innocent exterior.

I reached out and ran my fingers through her hair, gripping it tightly at the nape of her neck. I pulled her closer, my lips crashing down onto hers in a harsh, demanding kiss. She gasped, her lips parting slightly, and I took advantage, my tongue invading her mouth, exploring every inch of her.

"Mmm," I murmured, breaking the kiss. "You taste like sin, Asa. Like forbidden fruit."

I trailed my lips down her neck, nibbling and sucking on her delicate skin. She moaned softly, her head falling back to give me better access. I could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

I released her hair and let my hands roam over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples until they were hard and erect. She cried out, her back arching, pressing her body against mine.

"Please, Master," she begged. "Please, I need more."

I chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Patience, Asa. We have all night."

I pushed her gently onto the bed, her body sprawled out before me. I could see the wetness between her legs, glistening in the fading light. I knew she was ready, but I wanted to make her beg for it.

I kneeled between her legs, my hands running up her inner thighs. She squirmed, her hips bucking slightly as I got closer to her pussy. I could see the anticipation in her eyes, the desperate need for release.

"Please, Master," she said again, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Please, I need you inside me."

I smiled, my fingers finally brushing against her wetness. I slid one finger inside her, slowly, teasingly. She moaned, her body arching up to meet my touch.

"You're so tight, Asa," I murmured, my fingers moving in and out of her. "But I know you can take more."

I added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. She whimpered, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. I could see the pleasure and the pain in her eyes, the duality of her emotions.

"Yes, Master," she gasped. "Yes, I can take more."

I removed my fingers, bringing them to my mouth and sucking on them. I could taste her, sweet and salty, and it only served to heighten my desire.

"Good," I said, my voice hoarse with need. "Because I'm going to fuck you, Asa. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."

I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock hard and ready. I looked down at her, at the way her body was open and inviting, and I couldn't wait any longer. I thrust into her, hard and deep, filling her completely.

She cried out, her body tensing at the initial intrusion. I held still for a moment, letting her adjust, before I started to move. I moved slowly at first, letting her get used to the sensation of me inside her. But it wasn't long before I was thrusting into her hard and fast, my body slapping against hers.

"You're mine, Asa," I growled. "Every inch of you is mine."

She nodded, her eyes closed, her body lost in the sensation of me inside her. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, could feel the pleasure building inside her.

"Cum for me, Asa," I said, my voice harsh. "Cum all over my cock."

She moaned, her body convulsing as the orgasm washed over her. I could feel her pussy clamping down on me, milking me for all I was worth. I thrust into her a few more times, my own orgasm building, before I pulled out, my cock spraying cum all over her belly and breasts.

"Happy New Year, Asa," I said, my breath coming in harsh gasps. "I hope you enjoyed your gift."

[loser4loserswhok1ll]

Slashers as hand holding gifs

title ^-^

characters included: brahms heelshire, billy lenz, michael myers, billy loomis, stu macher, asa emory, jesse cromeans, thomas hewitt, bubba sawyer

Brahms Heelshire

He needs to feel the entirety of your hand in his or he freaks the fuck out. hes needy, desperate for your warmth, and holds hands like a child. a child with huge fuckin hands.

Billy Lenz

he holds your hand so tight it hurts. you have to remind him to ease up. he shakes when you hold hands, starts clawing at your knuckles, so hes great at holding hands if youre into that. his hands are SWEATY as all hell and uncomfortably clammy.

Michael Myers

he doesnt hold hands. this is the most youll get from him on a good day. hes a cold lover, silent and untouching, but he also would never do these small touches with anyone else. youre lucky.

Billy Loomis

simple, sweet, and it makes him feel possessive over you. his hands are warm, small callouses littering the pads of his fingers. sometimes he'll hold your hands in a position thatll let him stroke your knuckles with his thumb. if your hands are smaller than his, he LOVES that. it strokes his enormous ego.

Stu Macher

simple, sweet, but christ are his hands sweaty. he also fidgets a lot. brushing his thumb over what knuckles of yours it can reach, flexing and unflexing his hands over and over, squeezing your hand lightly every now and then.

Asa Emory

its possessive, cold, and you cant expect much more. youre a pet to him, you just so happen to be his favorite. these moments where he touches you, holds your hand, theyre not to show affection. theyre to remind you what dynamic you two have, and how easily you have become his. to him, its a show of power and dominance, but to you, youre likely so stockholmed that its a sign that you really are his favorite specimen.

Jesse Cromeans

he will not initiate hand holding. thats up to you. but be careful, because if you do it when hes in an off mood, he'll push you away like you disgust and annoy him. when he does let you hold his hand, he will occasionally turn his palm up and mirror your affection. it feels formal, but you know that thats just how jesse is.

Thomas Hewitt

he's gentle, as if his hands could break yours (they. in fact, easily could.) he likes to hold hands during breakfast, getting some amount of serotonin and comfort in before another hard days work of tending to the farm and sometimes butchering some new fresh 'meat'. youre his domesticity, i hope you understand how important that has become for him.

Bubba Sawyer

he's jittery, inexperienced, and often times loves to scoop your hands up into his to pet and admire them. he shakes a lot and gets super excited at even the concept of holding hands, so expect a lot of movement. holding his hand with both of yours, and he'll melt.

[noxturnals-void]

Slashers with an s/o that’s always cold

Characters include:

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jesse Cromeans, Asa Emory

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✨Chronic cold hands and feet gang unite✨

Tw: suggestions of nsfw (nothing described explicitly), characters being hard on themselves

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Jason Voorhees:

Pre-zombie

He’s a big, warm guy.

You can cuddle against him and feel like you're hugging a heater.

Will give you bear hugs to heat you up at any time.

It can get pretty cold during the winter, so his lap is where you’ll be. He doesn’t mind.

He will hold your hands in his to warm them up whenever he notices your hands are too cold.

When you are out on walks together in the woods or around the campgrounds, you hold hands in his jacket pocket.

When you cuddle on the couch or in bed, he’ll make sure your hands and feet are always warm.

Post-zombie

Poor guy :(

He can’t comfort you how he used to now that he’s room temperature.

He’ll still try his absolute best to keep you warm with heated blankets and fuzzy socks.

Will give your hands and feet massages to stimulate blood flow.

He feels bad not being able to keep you warm as well during the winter, so he builds extra big fires just for you.

Will still give you bear hugs, even if they don’t warm you up.

Michael Myers:

He never lets you go anywhere alone, but that doesn’t mean he’s all over you.

When the urge for physical touch does happen, it’s rarely PG-13.

Outside of that, it’s uncommon for him to do things such as cuddle or hug.

When he is unusually tame, you will find him holding you.

He wants to be near you. Sometimes that means you are stuck to his chest, wrapped up in his arms, or pinned onto the couch or bed under his weight.

He may or may not let you put your hands under his mask to heat them up against his neck or face.

Fair warning: only try if you’re prepared to lose a hand.

If you don’t lose a hand, something’s wrong. Might be time for his yearly vet appointment.

Thomas Hewitt aka Leatherface:

This guy can’t keep his hands off of you.

He knows your hands and feet are always cold, even during the hot Texas summer.

He’s more than willing to share his body heat.

He will constantly worry about your hands and feet being so cold. Is your heart okay? He’s always going to be worried about your health.

If you want to work outside with him, he’ll let you, but don’t think you’re doing any heavy lifting when you’ve got him around.

He won’t deny that it’s nice to have your hands against the back of his neck, under his hair, or on his forehead, like a personal ice pack.

When you sleep, he will be the big spoon to ensure you are safe and warm the entire night.

Jesse Cromeans aka Chromeskull:

Pre-superest of super glues

Oh, this cocky bastard.

You want him to warm up your hands? Don’t worry, he will put your hands to good use, and they’ll be warm in no time ;)

Relishes in you cuddling up to him for warmth.

The way you shiver, complaining about your feet being cold as you shove them between his legs has him laughing.

Will definitely spoil you rotten with gifts.

You have a collection of luxury-brand thermal socks and expensive heating packs at your disposal for when he’s not around.

He will suggest exercise. Especially at-home yoga. It's good for your circulation. It’s good for his circulation to see you in some of those poses ;)

Post-superest of super glues

He’s less cocky now that he’s lost (what he believes) is one of his best attributes. His face.

He will be distant for a while; resisting giving into your physical affection despite your hands and feet being ice cubes. He can’t be your heater until he comes to terms with his own reality first.

He still buys you gifts, more so now that he’s constantly worried you will leave him if he doesn’t.

Instead of acting all smug and arrogant about you wanting him, he will try to enjoy the fact you still want to be near him.

His affirmations that you still care about him come from you still sticking your ice-cold hands up his sleeves to make him jump, or your frozen feet sliding between his legs seeking warmth when you sleep together at night.

He would never admit it, but your cold hands on his face make him feel normal again.

Asa Emory aka The Collector:

Oh, he’s intrigued.

You have chronically cold hands and feet?

Do you have anemia? Poor circulation? Thyroid issues? Autoimmune disorder? Best believe he will force you to get checked for every possibility; if you haven’t already done so.

If nothing comes up, he will suggest exercise.

You are welcome to join him on his morning runs or occasional bouts to the gym.

Of course, he’s more than willing to warm you up in alternative ways ;)

He’s a busy man, balancing his work and extracurricular activities, so he won’t always be around for you to warm up against.

When that's the case, you have plenty of stuff he’s provided for you.

When he is around and notices your abnormally cold hands or feet, he will address it silently, handing you fuzzy socks or a heating pad.

He’s got to make sure his favorite pet stays in good health after all ;)

[kat6uki]

me when a bad bitch tells me to do something

[regianenascimentooficial]

Part 1: Is every slasher more about love or sex in relationship?

Part 2 Here!

🌹Slashers:

Jason Voorhees / Michael Myers / Pinhead / Vicent and Bo Sinclair / Thomas Hewitt / Bubba Sawyer / Asa Emory.

🌹 Warning:

⚠️ All headcanons have things that minors cannot read! Read at your own risk! ⚠️

🌹🌹GOOD READ! 🌹🌹

🥀With Jason, there wouldn't be as much sex as love. He's not the type who just wants to fuck you. He's the romantic type who, when you least expect it, will always bring you gifts, remember important dates and treat you like a princess. An incurable romantic.

🥀Michael is more of the type who would keep to himself, but romance isn't his thing. But that doesn't take away from the fact that every now and then he wants a little affection. Even if it's just touching your hand. However, when he's on a high after killing, he'll want to fuck you deep and mark his territory. After all, you're his.

🥀A gentleman, but a rascal. He'll treat you like a queen and everything, but don't expect to live forever without feeling the pain and pleasure he can give you. And he expects you to understand that. Outside of four walls, you're the woman of his life who he'll love and be romantic about, inside four walls, he talks and you keep quiet. In rare cases, you can turn the tables.

🥀A romantic bastard, this can be interpreted as how Vincent would treat you. He would be sweet to you and very affectionate, but he wouldn't resist putting his hands on you and moving them down between your legs if necessary or if he was in need. He just looks like a saint...

🥀The opposite of his brother. He's not at all romantic and will fuck you whenever he wants and will be a bore who is always teasing you, but there will be times when he will just want you to lie on the floor with your hands together looking up at the sky and realize that his life was better with you.

🥀Both at the same time. He will love you, care for you, treat you like his little girl. Always worried about you and making sure you're okay. He will always give you gifts from his victims, especially daisies, however, when you see him licking his lips, you know that today he will use you until the bed breaks.

🥀Just like Jason, he won't be the type to have sex a lot. He loves you and wants to take care of you like a doll. Plus, he won't know how to deal with exposing his body. He doesn't like himself and is shy. So, he'll just be by your side and give you affection, food and love.

🥀He knows how to show you love, but for him it's more fun to make you beg for him by calling his name. He'll give you roses and take you to museums and everything related to art, but he'll love making you cum seven times in a row. Seeing you begging and cumming for him makes him record this beautiful specimen that is you.

©REGIANE NASCIMENTO©

[jjjjisun]

Asa and her family will help her move to her new apartment in Seoul, near her job as a member of the girl group BABYMONSTER. Since the car will be packed with her items, she will sit on her brother’s lap throughout the 2-hour trip.

With Asa In The Backseat

Asa X Male Reader | 3485 words

TW: Incest

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The vintage sedan that had seen better days was crammed like a tin of sardines. The backseat, meant for two, was now occupied by four: me, my younger sister Asa, and all her clothes and baggage. Our parents had insisted on bringing an oversized painting, leaving barely any legroom for us. Asa, perched on my lap, was the only one who seemed unbothered by the tight space.

Asa's head rested on my shoulder, her hair tickling my neck. She was small and petite, but her weight was solid on my thighs. I shifted slightly, trying to find a comfortable position, but the car's interior was as unyielding as our situation.

"I can't feel my feet," I muttered, wiggling my toes in my boots. Asa giggled, her breath warm on my ear.

"You're such a Daddy's Girl," she teased. "Can't even sit cramped for a few hours."

I squeezed her side, making her laugh louder. "And you're a little brat," I retorted. "Now, lift your butt so I can adjust."

Asa pouted but did as she was told, lifting herself just enough for me to readjust my legs. I stretched them out as much as the space allowed, feeling relieved. But as Asa settled back down, her weight landed differently this time, the crack of her butt pressing directly onto something unexpected.

I froze, my eyes widening. Asa, oblivious, started chatting with Mom again, her voice filling the car and the engine's hum. I tried to ignore the sudden throb, the heat building in my core. This was wrong. Asa was my little sister, off-limits in every sense of the word. But my body wasn't getting the memo. I tried to think of anything else, anything cold, anything that wasn't Asa's soft curves pressed against me.

But Asa shifted again, her head tilting slightly, her breath ghosting against my neck. I could feel her pulse, rapid and steady, against my chest. Her hair smelled like strawberries, a scent I hadn't noticed before. The car was suddenly stifling, the air thick with an unseen tension.

"Back off, Asa," I whispered, harsher than intended. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and innocent, but there was a flicker of something else, something that mirrored the heat I was feeling.

"Not until we get to the cabin," she whispered back, a small smile on her lips. She knew. She knew the effect she was having on me and wasn't stopping.

I leaned back, my eyes closed, trying to shut out the world. This was going to be a long drive.

I took out my phone, the screen casting a pale blue light in the dark car, and started scanning through my social media feeds—anything to distract myself from the warmth spreading through me, from Asa's weight on my lap. Asa, however, wasn't so eager to distract herself. She sat up slightly, her hands busy with her phone, but her body remained intentionally close.

"Hey, children." Dad's voice cut through my distraction. He might be looking in our direction even though the painting was blocking his view. “We're about to hit a bumpy road," he warned. “So, hold on to your seats."

I groaned internally. Hold on, like I wasn't already clinging to my sanity with Asa's butt on my throbbing erection. I tucked my phone away, bracing myself for the upcoming bumps. Asa looked at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief in the dim light. She knew. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

The car hit the first bump, jostling us all. Asa's weight shifted forward, her bottom pressing harder against my lap. I sucked in a breath, my hips lifting slightly on their own accord, seeking more friction. Asa gasped, her head tilting back, her chest pressing against my hands that were gripping her hips.

"Asa," I hissed, my voice low and federated, "Stop moving."

But she didn't stop. She wiggled her hips slightly, her body soft and pliant against mine. "I-I can't help it," she stammered, but her voice was breathy and distinctly turned on. The road is so bumpy."

I could feel the heat radiating from her, could feel her heart pounding against mine. Mom and Dad focused on the road, not paying us any mind. I took a chance, my hands sliding up Asa's sides, my thumbs brushing against the underside of her breasts. She moaned loudly, and I froze, my eyes darting to the front of the car.

"Asa, is everything alright back there?" Mom asked, concern etched in her voice.

I could see Asa's face flush red, her eyes wide with surprise. "Y-Yeah, Mom," she stuttered, "Just, uh, the road is bumpy. It's uncomfortable."

I looked down at her, my eyes meeting hers. She was turned on. Her pupils dilated, her lips slightly parted. She was enjoying this, the friction, the heat, the risk. I could feel my shaft hardening even more, pressing painfully against my jeans. This was going to be a long, bumpy ride.

The car corrected its path, and the road was smooth beneath its tires. But my body was still alive with the memories of the bumpy ride, my belly a whirlwind of coiled tension. Asa, still perched on my lap, seemed equally affected. Her breaths were short and shallow, her body pressed flush against mine. My hands, which had stilled during the conversation with Mom, resumed their exploration, my thumbs tracing circles on her midriff.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, my voice hoarse with arousal. Asa nodded, her head tilting to give me better access to her neck. I took the invitation, my lips pressing against her soft skin, my tongue tasting the saltiness of her. Asa moaned softly, her body arching slightly, pushing her bottom further against my throbbing erection.

"You're untouched, aren't you?" I said, my voice laced with desire. Asa chuckled, a sound that was more of a pant. "What makes you think that?" she challenged. I took her jaw and tilted her head to look at me. Her eyes were pools of desire, her cheeks flushed with heat. "Because you're reacting like you've never been touched before," I said, my thumb brushing against her bottom lip.

Asa's eyes fluttered closed, her mouth opening slightly, inviting me in. But the honk of a passing car brought us back to reality. I pulled back, my chest heaving. This was dangerous, too risky. We were in the car with our parents, for goodness' sake. I wanted Asa, yes, but not like this, not here.

I took out my phone, unlocking it with shaky fingers. I opened a messaging app and started typing.

*Are you a virgin, Asa?*

I felt her shift slightly, her eyes moving to the screen. She took her phone out, her fingers flying over the screen. My phone buzzed with her reply.

*Why does that matter?*

I could feel the smile tugging at my lips. This was a dance, a game of cat and mouse. And I was enjoying it. I typed again.

*If you are, what happened in the car was highly inappropriate.*

I watched her read the message, and I saw the corners of her mouth twitch. She was enjoying this, too.

*Well, then, I guess I'm not a virgin. A cucumber claimed that honor long ago.*

I stared at the message, my brain processing the image that flashed through my mind. I could feel the heat in my core intensify, my shaft hardening painfully against my jeans. This did not help the situation.

I looked at Asa, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She knew what she was doing to me and was enjoying it. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. "You're playing with fire, Asa," I warned. Her smile widened, her eyes sparkling with irrepressible joy.

"And you're just the man to put out the flames, aren't you?" she whispered back, her body moving slightly, her bottom rubbing against me. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips tightly, trying to keep her still. This would be a long drive, even with the smooth road. Because Asa had awoken something within me, something I wasn't sure I could put back to sleep.

I shifted beneath Asa, my body aching for release. I could feel her heat, her wetness seeping through my jeans, and it was driving me to the brink of insanity. I needed more, needed to touch her without the fabric barrier.

"Asa," I whispered, my hands moving to her thighs, "Lift your butt for a moment."

She looked at me, her eyes clouded with desire. She understood what I wanted, and she wanted it too. Slowly, she lifted her body, her hands gripping my shoulders for support. I moved quickly, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down, taking my underwear with them. Asa mirrored my actions, her shorts and underwear joining mine in a heap on the floor of the car.

When she lowered herself, her heat met mine, her wetness coating my shaft. She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt me, fully naked and hard, pressing against her. I slid my hand between us, gripping my shaft and aligning it with her entrance. I looked at her, seeking her consent, and she nodded, her eyes so intense I felt like drowning in them.

I pushed forward, my hips lifting as I slid my length into her tight, wet cunt. Asa's mouth opened in a silent scream as I filled her, her nails digging into my shoulders. I paused, giving her time to adjust, feeling the walls of her cunt pulsing around me.

"Is this okay?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. She nodded, her eyes closed, her body trembling. "I-I think so," she whispered back. "You're so big, it's... it's a lot."

I began to move, slowly, my hips rolling in a rhythm as old as time. Her tightness was exquisite, her body accepting mine with an almost overwhelming receptivity. I felt my shaft bump against her cervix, and she moaned softly, her head tilting back, exposing the long line of her neck.

I leaned in, my lips capturing the pulse point, my tongue tasting her skin. I wanted to mark her, so I tried to claim her as mine. She gasped, her hips moving, meeting mine thrust for thrust. Our bodies moved in a dance as old as time, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating in sync.

We stayed like that, moving slowly and quietly, our bodies speaking a language that needed no words. I could feel the tension building in my core, the heat spreading through my limbs. I was close, so close. But I didn't want it to end, didn't want this moment to be over.

I slid my hand between us, my fingers finding her clit, circling it in slow, steady movements. Asa's breath hitched, her body stiffening. I could feel her, her cunt pulsing around me, her body teetering on the edge. I wanted her to fall, wanted to give her this pleasure.

"Come for me, Asa," I whispered, my voice harsh with desire. And she did, her body convulsing, her cunt squeezing me so tightly I saw stars. I followed her over the edge, my body jerking as I filled her, my shaft pulsing with my release.

We stayed like that, our bodies connected, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I could feel the car moving beneath us, and I could hear the engine's hum, but all I could focus on was Asa, her body pressed against mine, her soft snores filling the car.

When she stirred, her eyes slowly opening, I leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. "I love you, Asa," I whispered, my heart full. She smiled, her eyes soft, and whispered, "I love you too, Oppa."

And at that moment, everything was right in the world.

The car slowed down, Dad's voice cutting through the soft hum of the engine. "Alright, kids, we're approaching the tunnel. It's a bit of a mess due to some construction up ahead, so hold on. It might get loud and bumpy."

Asa's eyes met mine, a silent understanding passing between us. The dim glow of the setting sun casting shadows on her face heightened her features, making her look like a temptress. A sly smile curved her lips, and she turned, spinning around to face me, her knees resting on the seat beside my hips.

"What are you doing, Asa?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.

"Shh, Oppa," she whispered back, placing a finger on my lips. "Dad said it's going to be loud, right? No one will hear us."

Her words sent a thrill down my spine, and my body was already reacting to her proximity. The car jolted slightly, signaling our entry into the tunnel. Darkness enveloped us, the only light coming from the dim glow of the car's dashboard. Asa leaned in, her lips finding mine. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, hungry and demanding.

I groaned, my hands moving to her hips, pulling her closer as she began to move, riding me like there was no tomorrow. Her breath hitched, her nails digging into my shoulders as she consumed me, her body moving in a frantic rhythm that matched the pounding of our hearts.

The tunnel was a symphony of sounds - the engine's hum, the construction's tap-tap-tap, our ragged breaths, and the soft, wet sounds of our bodies moving against each other. Asa's hands moved to the hem of her tank top, lifting it off her body swiftly. Her breasts, round and full, spilled out, her nipples hard and ready for my mouth.

I leaned down, capturing one of them, my tongue swirling around the hardening peak. Asa moaned, her hips moving faster, her body desperate for release. I could feel her, hot and wet around me, her body clenching tighter with each thrust. I switched to the other breast, my teeth grazing her nipple, making her gasp.

The car jostled again, the tunnel's construction creating unexpected bumps. Asa's body jerked, her nipple slipping out of my mouth. In my haste to reclaim it, my hand landed on the thin fabric of her tank top, ripping it in the process. Asa laughed, a throaty, wanton sound that went straight to my groin.

"I think you like destroying my clothes, Oppa," she teased, her fingers playing with the torn fabric.

"I think you like giving me reasons to," I countered, my hands moving to her breasts, my thumbs brushing against her nipples.

Asa's breath hitched, her body moving faster, her hips gyrating against me. I could feel the heat building in my core, the tension coiling tighter with each thrust. I moved my hands to her thighs, spreading them wider, pushing into her deeper. Asa moaned, her head tilting back, her hair cascading down her back.

The car hit a huge bump, and Asa's body spasmed, her orgasm ripping through her. I followed her over the edge, my body jerking as I filled her, my shaft pulsing with my release. The car emerged from the tunnel, the bright sunlight stinging our eyes, but all I could see was Asa, her body trembling with satisfaction, her eyes soft and loving.

"That was... intense," I said, my voice hoarse.

Asa smiled, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "It is, Oppa," she replied, her voice soft and sweet. And I knew, in that moment, that no matter what, our life would always be intense moving forward.

The sudden burst of daylight from the tunnel exit temporarily blinded us, but our bodies were still alight with the passion we'd ignited. As the car settled back onto the smooth road, I looked at Asa, her chest heaving, her nipples still hard and glistening from my mouth. I wanted more, needed more. I wanted to feel her lips wrapped around my shaft, wanted to hear the sounds she made as she took me in.

"Turn around," I commanded, my voice low and filled with desire. Asa's eyes widened, but she complied, quickly turning so that her head rested on my lap, her back pressed against the seat. I could feel the heat radiating from her, could feel her breath ghosting against my still-hard shaft.

"What are you going to do to me, Oppa?" she asked, her voice laced with anticipation. I smiled, my hands moving to her midriff, my thumbs tracing the curve of her belly.

"I'm going to worship you, Asa," I said, my voice filled with reverence. "I'm going to taste every inch of you."

Asa shifted slightly, her body twitching with anticipation. I started at her navel, my tongue dipping into the indentation, tracing the lines of her abs. Asa gasped, her body tensing as I moved lower, my lips kissing the soft skin just above her pelvis. I could feel her watching me, her eyes filled with desire and trust. I wanted to make this good for her, tried to make it unforgettable.

I moved my hands to her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I lifted her slightly, positioning her so that her mouth was now level with my throbbing shaft. Asa looked at me, her lips parting slightly, and I almost came undone. She looked like a goddess, a temptress offering herself to me.

"Take me, Asa," I whispered, my voice harsh with desire. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out, licking the bead of pre-cum at my tip. I groaned, my hips jerking forward, seeking more. Asa smiled, her lips wrapping around my shaft, taking me in.

I nearly lost it. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around me, tasting me. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back and make this last. I moved my hands to her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her moan around my shaft. The vibrations sent shockwaves through me, and I had to grip her hips to steady myself.

I moved my mouth lower, my tongue diving between her folds, tasting her. She was sweet, like honey, her body hot and wet and eager for me. I slid my tongue into her, feeling her body clench around me. Asa's movements on my shaft faltered, her body tensing as I pleasured her. I felt a thrill at being able to bring her to the edge of oblivion with just my mouth.

Suddenly, Asa's body jerked, her mouth slipping off my shaft as she gasped. I looked up, following her gaze, and saw a truck approaching. The driver had his eyes wide and his mouth open in shock as he took in the scene playing out in the backseat of our car. Asa and I froze, our eyes locked with the driver's as the truck passed.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Then, Asa burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth. "Did you see his face?" she giggled, her body shaking against mine. I chuckled, my hands moving to her thighs, gripping them tightly.

"Looks like we put on quite the show," I said, my voice filled with amusement. Asa looked at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Let's give him an encore," she said, her mouth wrapping around my shaft again, her hands gripping the base tightly. I groaned, my hips lifting, thrusting my shaft deeper into her mouth.

I was close, my body tensing as I felt the heat building in my core. I wanted to come on her, mark her as mine. I moved my hands to her belly, my fingers splayed out as I felt her body clench around mine. She pulled my shaft out of her mouth, my hand wrapping around it, pumping it furiously. Asa watched me, her eyes wide and eager, her tongue sticking out, ready to catch my release.

I came with a groan, my body jerking as I spilled my seed onto her belly, coating her skin with my warmth. Asa's tongue darted out, licking the cum from her lips, her eyes never leaving mine. I smiled, my hand moving to her thigh, spreading the rest of my release onto her skin.

When the truck driver passed us again, this time going the other way, I turned, catching his eye. He quickly looked away, but not before I saw the smile tugging at his lips. I winked at him, then turned back to Asa, my hands moving to her face, cupping her cheeks.

"I can’t believe a KPOP idol is mine," I whispered, my lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. And I knew, as we pulled away from each other, our bodies satiated and our hearts content, that this was just the beginning.

As the car pulled into the cabin's driveway, Asa and I looked at each other, silently understanding. Our taboo relationship was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

[rekino2114]

Hi I saw your "jjk girls struggling to open a soda can for you" and it was so funny

I'm wondering if you could do the same for the chainsaw man girls

The chainsaw man girls struggling to open a soda can for you

A/n:I'm glad you liked it as it was one of my favorite things to write hope you enjoy this too. Also this is my first post with actual fami so say hi to her. Spoilers for the last chapter in the last 2 parts

Makima

"Sure thing darling"

She smiles sweetly and takes the can from you before trying to open it. Her expression morphing into a confused one when she can't

Makima is a devil, not only that a horseman of apocalypse, not to mention the head of public safety. To put it simply she's incredibly strong, way stronger than any normal human and definitely strong enough to open a normal soda can

So she's not only surprised that it's taking her this much, but also annoyed, not specifically at the fact that she can't open a soda can but at the fact that she can't open a soda can that you asked her to open, you, the most important person in makima's life, she swore to do everything for you and she's not breaking that promise for a damn soda can

"You don't mind if I'm a little rough with it right?"

"Huh? No sure go ahead I guess"

"Good, thanks"

She places the can on the table and backs away

"Please stand back a bit love"

"O-ok"

She points her finger at the can and aims at lid

"Bang!"

The force hits the can as it falls to the ground

"Ah, I'm glad, it was a bit harder than expected, but I'm happy I could help yo-"

"It's still closed"

"............what?"

"Look"

You hold out the can to makima as she sees that not only is the lid still on but the can looks totally unfazed

Makima looks genuinely shocked before she makes her creepy and uncanny smile and closes her eyes

"Oh really? What a surprise, say darling do you mind putting it back on the table"

".....sure"

You do that a bit worried at what she's going to do

"And remember to stand back, I don't want you to get caught up in anything"

".......makima, what are you-"

Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changes completely as makima opens her horseman eyes to reveal they're glowing even more and a red halo appears on her head

"WAIT NO-"

[A bit later]

You and makima exit her office with her looking completely traumatized

"......it still.......didn't work"

"P-please calm down ok?"

Power

She's so smug from the moment you ask her to help you

"Of course you would ask the great power for help"

"Don't start now"

"Do not fret human! For I, the almighty power shall open this accursed can that's causing my love so much trouble"

She thinks this is gonna be easy as pie, and also wants to show off, so she just tries to open it with a finger while her eyes are closed

"Here you go! This demonstration of my strength was exactly what I needed for-"

"You didn't do anything"

".........huh?"

She opens her eyes to see that she indeed did not open the lid

"What!? Give it to me!"

She tries once again this time with both hands and her mouth with no avail and starts gritting her teeth and sweating

"Are you OK power? You don't need to do it if you c-"

"No! I will conquer this can!"

At this point it's a personal matter so she makes a blood axe and tries to slice the can open only for her mouth to drop when nothing changes

"W-WHAT!"

"OK that's actually weird"

She then makes some smaller blood spears and starts stabbing the can only for it to not work too

She eventually gives up and calls denji, when even he in his chainsaw man form can't open or hurt the can at all of you start running to aki thinking it's a devil or something

Himeno

"Can I get a kiss if I do it?~"

You sigh but giggle a bit at her flirting and hand her the can

Himeno has opened so many beer cans in her life and even if this isn't the same it's still a can so it should still be no problem for her

........except it is

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"The can's not opening"

"Really? Weird"

"Yeah"

She checks to see if she's accidentally using her ghost devil powers but no, she can still touch the can, it's just not opening for some reason

She tries again but gives up pretty quickly when she realizes nothing's working

"I give up, i need a drink"

"That easily?"

"Call aki if you really wanna open it"

"Alright I guess"

".............can I still get the kiss though?"

Kobeni higashiyama

"H-huh? You want me to open it?"

She's a bit confused on why you asked her specifically, she's really not that strong after all, definitely not stronger than you, but she did have to open a ton of cans for her job so maybe it's because of that

"O-oh, sorry it seems stuck"

"That's fine, I'll just not drink it"

"N-no, let me try more"

She tries again using a napkin but even that fails and she starts getting irritated

She really wants to open this can for you. What kind of girlfriend would she be if she couldn't do something that simple for her love? But she also really doesn't want to ask anyone for help and doesn't have enough money to buy you another one so she has no choice: she has to open this can

She takes out her knife and tries to slice the lid open but somehow that still doesn't work

At this point she's sweating and panicking and super embarrassed so she eventually gives up and gives you the can back while blushing

"I-i'm so sorry y/n"

"Don't apologize it's fine, no one can open that anyway"

"R-really?"

"Yeah I gave it power and she was so mad about it"

"Hehe, t-that makes me feel a bit better"

Quanxi

She just nods silently and takes the can from your hands

Not only is quanxi one of the most powerful devil hunters there is she is also a very physically strong and muscular woman so opening cans and jars for the people she loves is something she happily does almost daily and with ease

"Hm?"

"Is everything OK?"

"........don't worry, I got it"

She now tries again this time using her full force and it still doesn't budge so she puts it on the table and just glares at it before getting up

".....quanxi, where are you going?"

"I'll open the can"

".........that's not what I was......nevermind"

Whenever she comes back you notice she has her swords with her which you're very worried about

"W-what are you doing?"

"Opening the can for you, stand back"

One single slash from her Dao is enough to kill a devil, so why the heck is this can still not only intact but open

"..................."

At this point the fiends come in the room because or the noise and each of them try to open the can still failing

"Girls please stop I'll just get-"

"No, you asked for this can to open and so we'll open it!"

"Halloween!"

At a certain point quanxi stops them and still stands in front of the can glaring at it

"............"

You see her about to take off her eyepatch and turn into crossbow form so you hug her and she calls down.......still glaring at the can though

Asa mitaka/yoru

"Huh? Uh......sure ok"

Asa knows she's not strong, but she at least hopes to be strong enough to open a soda can especially since it's for you

The more she struggles, the more embarrassed and red she gets, she seriously can't even open a can!?

"It's fine if you can't I can just get another one"

Asa sighs and blushes even more at you smiling at her before starting to put the can back on the table

"Thank you, seriously though what's that can ma-"

"You really can't even open a soda can for y/n? How more pathetic can you get?"

".......ok no I'll do it"

Normally, she'd just brush off one of yoru's many insults, but for some reason, this time, she couldn't just let it go, simply because it was for you, the person who asa wakes up every day thankful to have in her life. You make her life worth living by just loving her she CAN open a soda can for you

.....Yeah, it turns out she can't, when she eventually gave up she put her head on the table incredibly embarrassed and upset

"See? Pathetic"

"If you're so sure of yourself then you try it!"

"That's what I was going to do in the first place"

Asa raises her head and you see that now she has scars on her face and her eyes are ringed

"Hey yoru, wanna try too?"

"Obviously, it's just asa who's weak, how hard to open can a soda can b-"

The words die in her mouth as she tries to open the lid but can't

"What the-"

She tries again but nothing works and now she's pissed off

Sure, yoru might have gotten over what happened with chainsaw man. Thanks in no small part to you, but she can't withstand a humiliation like this, especially because it's in front of the only human she actually cares about. She's the war horseman for crying out loud, she rejoices in killing humans and bloodshed and she can't open a soda can

She continues until she's breathing heavily and her face is completely red but still won't give up

"..........hey-"

"Before you ask, no you can't go and turn a random human into a weapon to help you"

".......dammit"

She tries using her powers on the can itself though and it still doesn't work somehow, which causes her to rage completely now

She kicks and steps on the can angrily while insulting it, she eventually runs out of energy and sets down on the table in the same position her host was before

Fami

"O-oh me? S-sure, g-give it here"

Her strength is one of the very few things fami is confident in. She's a horseman of apocalypse so she's always been strong and using that strength to protect you or help you is a great way to show her love for you

"H-huh? W-what?"

"Is everything OK?"

"Y-yeah don't worry.....i-i got it"

Her smile fades faster than ever as she tries again and nothing changes, this has never happened before why is it happening in front of you now?

"....uh.....fami..."

"N-no y/n i-i can do it"

Tears start coming out of her eyes as she tries pulling the lid off with her teeth

"Fami, please stop I'll just get another one"

"*sniffles n-no please i-i'm close *sniffles*"

Eventually her older sister sees her struggling and asks if she can help but fami refuses because she doesn't want to embarrass herself even more

When she understands she can't do it she just starts crying uncontrollably

"Waaaaaahhhh!! I'm sorry y/n *sniffles* I'm so useless I can't even open a can for you!"

"I-it's ok fami, everything's all right"

After that you have to comfort her a lot.... and she starts tearing up every time she sees a soda can

Death/ (D) fami

She puts down her won food and wordlessly takes the can

Death knows she's the right woman/devil for the job. not only is she literally the strongest devil ever she also has to have opened thousands of soda cans with how many times she goes to fast food restaurants

She tries, thinking this is going to go as easily as the other countless times but is happy on the inside as she gets to do this for you

".......death are you sure you've got it? You've been going on for like 5 minutes"

"......oh"

She didn't even notice it had been that long, since she was focused on only opening the can. When she tries again this time at full force she starts noticing that it's actually not working

Her expression still doesn't change however, she's determined to do this for you, she tries for another 5 to 10 minutes before realizing how weird this actually is

This girl could singlehandedly wipe out the entirety of humanity if she wanted to (not that she'd ever actually do it) but now she's struggling to open a soda can

"............"

"It's fine if you don't-"

"No, I just need some help"

"Wha-"

You suddenly see the falling devil just appear behind her and you can't believe she actually summoned a primal devil to open a can

"What do you need of me, mademoiselle?"

"Open this soda can"

"............pardon?"

Falling devil tries opening it with her many arms, but it still doesn't work, then she uses her powers on it, but even while falling under pressure that would kill a human....the soda can doesn't budge at all

Death unsummons falling devil and looks at the can actually mad at this point, it's the first time you've seen her with anything resembling anger on her face

"........I can buy you more later right?"

"....y-yeah why?"

You see her summoning the guillotine devil this time and just sigh, glad that you decided to get take out because she would have totally done this in public too

When even guillotining it doesn't work death is fed up with the can and just throws it out of the window and resumes eating

The next day she brought you like 15 different soda cans to apologize

"You know you really didn't have to do this right?"

"I failed you, this is my apology"

"It's really nothing but I know you're not going to return this so....."

You hand her one of the cans

"Let's just split these"

Death just stared at the can in your hands with even more rage

"No, please keep them to yourself"

You're very shocked as this is the first time she has ever refused any food or drink

".....o-ok"

.......did a soda can manage to scare the death devil?