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petersbaby · 2 years

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(Can’t) Sleep - Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: vague mentions of abuse/trouble at home, oral (f receiving), fingering, smut, cum

I DONT KNOW IF IT SNOWS IN INDIANA LOL

“Hey, eds. Can you come get me? You said to call you if I ever need you and I need you now.” You say shakily into the phone after he picks up.

“Oh, yeah. Of course. Give me a few and I’ll be right there.”

“K. Thank you.”

Eddie jumps up from the couch right away, rushing to action. He tries to put on his shoes so fast that he falls over and heads out to his van.

You felt bad, borderline awful, because it was snowing and already starting to get dark out but you had to leave and he was the first thing to come to mind when you wanted safety. The fact he didn’t even think for a second before saying “of course” sort of melted your heart, but you still felt guilty.

Either way, you go to your room, and change into some warm clothes and pack your backpack with a few things you’d need like medication and makeup and an outfit to sleep in. You were gonna sleep over, but he just had no idea yet because you hadn’t asked him. You were extremely confident, however, in the probability he’ll say yes.

You stand in your living room, looking out the window for headlights on your dim street. Soon enough you see them, not the brightest but just enough for him to see to drive.

You made him drive in the freezing cold and the dark in his piece of shit van that barely made its way around every day, but he’s not thinking about it that way. You wanted him. You needed him. And to feel that from someone was something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

You trudge outside, walking up to open the passenger side door and toss your bag in the floor next to your feet on the floorboard after you get in.

“You okay?” He asks, concerned, dark eyes still somehow shimmering.

“I’ll be okay. Thank you, again. I know this probably isn’t what you wanted to do with your Saturday night.”

“Yeah, you actually caused me to miss the red carpet event and then the fashion show I was going to. I was actually gonna star IN the fashion show. But yeah, you just had to go and crush my dreams.”

“Shut up.” You smile, and you ride the rest of the way back to his house in comfortable silence. You pull into his driveway and he turns off the car, unbuckling as you do the same.

“Here.” He takes your backpack and slings it over his shoulder to carry it in for you and you meekly follow behind him to the front door.

“So like I was saying, I’m actually quite famous. The mansion I usually live in is being cleaned so we’re gonna have to tough it out here. Deplorable living conditions, if you ask me.” He gestures his arms wide at the general area around him.

“Well even if it has to be in this sad little home, I’m honored that you took time out of your schedule to hang out with me.” You say sarcastically, matching his energy.

“You wanna smoke?” He offers, trying to make you feel at home the best way he knows how.

“I’m okay, that shit makes me paranoid.”

“Ah, gotcha. Well, what do you wanna do?”

“You got any movies?”

He looks at you as if you just asked the most stupid question anyones ever asked.

“Do I have any movies? Come on. Of course I have movies.”

He walks towards his bedroom and you assume he wants you to follow him, so you do, and you’re met with what is undoubtedly very much a teenage boy’s room.

“Sorry, just don’t look at all the shit. There’s a ton of shit in the floor but the bed is fine.”

You nod and start to go towards the bed.

“Well-wait…” he stops you, seeming to think for a minute. “Nah, yeah the bed should be fine.” He tells you as he collects a pile of tapes in his arms. He comes to you, dropping them all on the bed beside you where you sat perched on the edge.

“Wow. You really did have movies.”

“What did I say?”

The sarcasm, again. Charming, very sweet in a way.

“I’m assuming you want me to pick one…. Here.” You pick up and hand him the copy of Texas Chainsaw Massacre and he seems impressed by your choice.

“Huh. Wasn’t expecting that one. You look more like a rom-com typa girl.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“No, not in a mean way. This is perfect.” He clarifies. He goes to put all the other tapes back onto the shitty table holding up his TV and you start to unlace your sneakers and kick them off. You slip your jacket off your shoulders, feeling so much lighter immediately.

“Yeah, get comfy. It’s okay. I won’t bite ya.” He glances back at you and you smile to yourself. You crawl over to the side of the bed that’s against the wall and sit there, legs crisscrossed.

“Alright.” He announces as the movie is in and he starts to do the same, kicking off his boots and shedding his vest and leather jacket.

“You can uh… you can get under the covers if you want to. All yours.”

There was a slight awkwardness there, you never having been in his room like this before. It was oddly comfortable, kinda like home, but also new and unfamiliar. You break the silence.

“But for real, you actually didn’t have any plans? Anything I messed up?”

“No. You wanna know my plans? They’re pretty much the same every weekend. I lay here, smoke weed, watch movies.”

“Oh. I guess that’s nice.”

“What about you, what’s going on with you? Something happen?”

“Yeah, just uh… just my dad. It’s nothing new, but tonight I just couldn’t really handle it. I had this overwhelming need to get out of there, I felt like I was suffocating on all the bitterness and anger in the air of the house.”

“Damn.”

You giggle a little.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just say that.” He starts to ramble, desperately trying to defend himself and clarify that he didn’t mean to sound rude.

“It’s okay. What can I possibly expect you to say? It’s fine.” You shrug.

“Yeah, I just feel like that was a little insensitive on my part. I don’t have any advice, because I don’t even fuckin’ have a dad. They suck.”

“Yep. Pretty much.”

You sit together for a moment, watching the title screen play out,

“Thank you for being there, eds. Thank you for being here, I mean.” You say softly, head falling to the side to rest on his shoulder, a gesture he felt with great warmth.

“It’s no problem. I told you I would be, didn’t I? From the first time we met. It means a lot to me too, because it makes me feel like you’re starting to trust me.”

“I trust you, stupid. I already trust you.” You joke, but meaning the general message.

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

He places a hand to rest on your knee, the one closest to him and mindlessly runs his thumb in gentle circles. Your head stays where it’s at, finding comfort on him. You stay like this for a while, until about halfway through the movie.

“Do you wanna lay down? No, that sounds weird. I mean, just lay down and you can keep resting your head on my shoulder. Seems like you like that. And that sounded cocky. I’m digging myself into a hole right now.” He rambles.

“Yes, we can lay down.” You say calmly, trying to give off the vibe that he doesn’t need to be so nervous around you. You do, you on your side and him on his back and arm out as you slip between his arm and his body, effectively giving him the opportunity to wrap his arm around you. He does, and you snuggle into his shoulder, closing your eyes before you know it.

“Hey. Eds.” You whisper, having awaken in pitch black and silence except for the bugs outside and the hum of fluorescent lighting from the streetlights.

“Hey.” You repeat, shaking him a bit this time. He looked so sweet, so soft, fast asleep. You felt bad about waking him but you needed to.

“Hmm?” He stirs, eyes squinting as they open up slowly.

“It’s too dark in here. And too quiet. I’m scared.”

“Oh, you’re afraid of the dark. Shit, sorry.” His voice is groggy with sleep and he rolls over to flip on his lamp on the bedside table.

“And can you put in another movie? I don’t care which one.”

“Course.” He gets up out of the bed, walking over to the tv and you realize you both fell asleep in your daytime clothes and on top of the covers. You lift the blanket up just in time for him to crawl under it right next to you.

“Better?”

“Yes, thank you. I’m sorry, you can go back to sleep now.”

“Are you gonna go back to sleep to?”

“No, probably not right now, anyways.”

“Then I won’t either.”

“Okay.” You whisper like you’re at a slumber party and your friend’s mom told you guys to be quiet, but it’s just the two of you. He points this out and that’s when you realize.

“So sweet. Little whispers.” He muses, pretty smile on his face.

“Be quiet.” You say softly, smiling, only a bit louder than a whisper.

It was crazy, insane, almost incomprehensible how fast it happened. The moment the words finished falling from your mouth, your lips were on his or maybe his were on yours, you didn’t even really know who went for it but that didn’t matter as sparks lit up your whole body.

You swear with how intense the fireworks are that you’re glowing from the inside out. Like if he looked at you, he could see all the mini explosions going off in your heart and all around your stomach, and before you know it you’re whimpering with need. Once he hears this, he disconnects your lips.

“Hey, you know what you’re doing, right?”

“Wha-what do you mean?” You ask, confusedly.

“Like you really meant to kiss me.”

So it was you.

“Like, just making sure you’re not like half asleep and not thinking straight. Or maybe you’re just scared and that’s why, but either way we probably shouldn’t if you don’t mean it.”

“Yes, I meant to. And I really want to again. Unless you don’t-“

Your sentence cuts off when he closes the distance between you two again. It becomes fairly intense, a little bit messy as his tongue slides across your lips and you part them, allowing him into your mouth.

You make out with each other as if you’ve done it a million times before, like your lips and tongues are already very familiar with each other even though this is the first time they’ve met.

Both laying on your sides, facing each other, you bring your hand to cup his face and pull it impossibly closer to yours, hand then snaking around to the back of his neck where you reached up to run your fingers roughly through his hair at the back of his scalp.

“Fuck,” he breathes, grabbing your hips and pulling your body so much closer to his that they’re pressing against each other and you feel something hard brushing against your thigh when he does this. He starts to wander, but stops.

He tries silently to think of a nice way to say “can I touch your ass” but evidently comes up short.

“Keep going.” You assure him.

His hands move the rest of the way down to your ass where he kneads over and over, taking handfuls, squeezing, pushing. Pushing and pushing until he’s basically grinding your body against his.

“Take these off, please.” You pull away to say, reaching down to feel the way his cock was incredibly hard and straining against his jeans. You take it in your hand and squeeze his bulge gently but also firm.

“Jesus fuck. Ah- okay.” He’s taken aback for a moment but nods, taking his pants off and leaving him in his boxers and loose fitting band tee. You slip your hand underneath his shirt, running it up and down his warm abdomen as you feel the muscles freeze and twitch, you guess maybe it’s because it tickles, so you stop.

Instead, you attach your lips to his neck, licking the slightly salty skin there before sucking on it, biting down with teeth, which caused a groan from him, one you swear must’ve been brewing in there for a while because it was so loud and so lewd.

The way he moans just encourages you, continuing on to bite and suck marks into his skin and then kitten licking over them to soothe the sting.

“God, I know this might be rude, but I can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna cum in my pants if you keep doing this to me.”

“So then don’t.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t take it. Do something about it.” You whisper.

“Jesus Christ, are you sure?” His voice is raspy.

“I am.”

“Take your pants off too, then, okay?”

You nod, pulling your pants down your legs and off your body.

“You’re right. The dark sucks. Because then I can’t see you.” He comments, eyeing you up and down, especially focusing on your bare legs and feet.

“Stop it.” You say, blushing, shutting him up with a kiss. He couldn’t help being corny, and you couldn’t help the fact that it somehow worked on you.

He gets up and climbs onto you, slotting himself between your legs, which you part open for him. You feel his erection press up against your core, which makes you gasp.

It was incredibly hard and admittedly bigger than you could’ve ever previously imagine, almost to the point you were nervous. You told yourself that you can take it, though, that you will take it. He grabs the cotton fabric of your shirt and pulls it off of you, leaving you almost completely exposed, still in your bra and underwear.

“God, you’re perfect.”

“Am not.”

“Yes. You. Are.” He punctuates each word with a kiss, trailing down your chest. He places a kiss in the very center of it, between your breasts. Next, he goes to your ribs, then your stomach, then your lower stomach.

He ends up between your thighs, biting the insides of them softly and kissing his way towards your center. Before he gets there, he takes a moment to lean back a bit to appreciate the sight in front of him. He reaches to rub your pussy through the fabric, but since it was black, it was a surprise how wet you were.

“Jesus Christ.” He marvels at the feeling, pressing gentle circles over your clit. You squirm a bit, bucking up against his hand, and he pulls the soaked undergarments from off of your body.

He places a kiss on your clit first, gentle but enough to make you twitch. Then he starts to lap at you, tongue seeming to try to consume everything that was dripping from your hole. He was like a dog who needed water.

“God, Eddie, oh god.” You moan, eyes involuntarily shut.

He comes back up to lick at your clit and dips a finger into you simultaneously.

“Ohhh, fuck.” You continue babbling.

He quickly adds a second digit and bends them inside you, and you cum right on the spot. It was so sudden and took you by surprise, and you couldn’t silence the moan that came from you while you orgasmed, his fingers still working you and eyes watching you as you fall apart.

You lay and pant, breathing heavy, body weightless like a feather. Getting ready for more, silently preparing. He concludes that his job is done, and comes back up to your level to lay beside you. You seemed pretty tired.

“Wait, are you done?” You turn to look at him.

“I- yeah, I got you off.” He says.

“Indeed you did. But don’t you want more?”

“More…” he repeats blankly, far off in thought. Clueless.

“Do you want to have sex, Eddie. I asked you to take your pants off for a reason.”

“O-oh shit, really? Are you sure?”

“I am. Are you?”

“Yeah. Of fucking course.”

“Good. Take everything else off for me?”

He pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side, then shimmies out of his boxers. Once he’s done, you get on top of him. You stroke his cock a couple of times, just feeling the weight of it in your hand, and precum oozes from the tip. He needed you, now.

“Is this okay?” You want to make sure.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” He stammers, and you smile. You position his cock right below your entrance, and slowly sink down onto him. He groans, quite audibly, and you relish in the feeling.

He was stretching you, you can’t remember a time you’d felt so full in your life. The sting subsided once you sank all the way down and just sat on it for a moment, then you started to move.

With your hands on his bare chest, you ride him gently to begin with. You grind forwards and backwards, just getting a feel for how well he fits inside you, accidentally finding that special spot in the process and stimulating it.

“Oh my god, Eddie. Ohhh my god.” You whimper, continuing with your movements.

“So tight, shit, she’s fuckin’ squeezing me.” He groans beneath you.

He grabs your ass, squeezing so hard his fingernails dig into the plush fat of it. He starts to guide the way you ride him, setting a quicker pace. He must be close. You decide to lean down and let him take over. He pounds up into you from below and you choke on your moans, a new one coming out each time he hits the deepest part of you.

“Fuck, fuck me. Fuck me, eds.” You whimper into his ear and he moans, goosebumps crawling across his body. He continues even though he never stopped.

“Okay, ‘m gonna cum.” He eventually forces the words out while he thrusts into you quick, gradually becoming sloppy. You feel his cock twitch inside you and an overwhelming warmth immediately after.

He rides it out, fucking his cum back up into you for as long as he can before he’s overstimulated, and you get off of him when he stops. You immediately regret doing so, grabbing your pussy and keeping your hand over it. You didn’t want to leak cum all over the place you were about to sleep.

“Can you get a towel maybe?”

“Oh, shit, yeah one sec.” He jumps out of bed and grabs the nearest towel he could find, thankfully clean but not for long. He returned to give it to you and you placed it beneath your body and relaxed. It was a lot, evidently, it seemed to pour and pour until it finally stopped. It felt a little gross, but also nice.

Eventually, you threw the towel to the floor (his room was already messy anyways), and changed into the outfit you had brought but fell asleep before you could put it on. He did the same, getting dressed, but left his shirt off. The room was warm, even more so now after everything, so it was fine for him to do.

He lifts his arms and you crawl into them, resting your head on his chest. He fell asleep soon after, snoring slightly, which made you smile. It was just a little one, barely noticeable, but you noticed because you were right up against him. You closed your eyes and at some point you drifted away.

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alittlebitofeverythingtbh · 2 years

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Through the Window

Corey Cunningham x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, consensual non-con elements, knife play, breaking and entering, Corey being a sap but also evil, etc

Authors Note: I use canon elements but also throw them out at will. Don’t ask my timeline for these fics LMFAO but this is part two to my previous Corey smut fic :) Happy Halloween!

Your mind often went back to what Corey said just the other night while you were watching horror movies with him. The way you remembered his hand and mouth on you sent chills down your spine. It hadn’t gone any further than that, as Corey went back to the film after he was done. Leaving you wanting more.

And he knew it, too. Saw you were worked up from what he had done to you. That dark look he had that night didn’t disappear, but sometimes wasn’t very noticeable. Something had changed in your loving boyfriend, you could see it. It scared you at times. At others, it left you craving him.

You found yourself yet again side by side with him on the couch, half expecting him to touch you again. But he didn’t, his eyes never leaving the screen. Maybe he didn’t want to finger you to The Texas Chainsaw Massacre? You couldn’t help but press your thighs together at times, trying not to think of how good his lips felt against you.

Corey noticed this, noticed how squirmy you were. And he hadn’t even done anything to you. If that wasn’t a massive ego boost, he didn’t know what was. While it appeared he was watching the movie, he was instead plotting a way to get you underneath him. To get you to scream and beg for him, finally giving you all that he promised you.

Eventually the movie ended, and the popcorn you had warmed up was pretty much gone. You watched as Corey went to get up, “I’ll be right back. Bathroom.” You nodded as you got up to put the movie back in its plastic holder. You began to clean up the popcorn bowl and the separate bowls you had both eaten from. Usually Corey helped, but you didn’t mind. Were you really gonna blame him for having to go to the bathroom after such a long movie?

A few minutes later and he came downstairs, a mischievous look in his eyes that you noticed immediately. “Alright Corey, what did you break?” you joked. He laughed, “nah, I didn’t break anything. I swear.” You shrugged as you went back to cleaning up, him joining to help you. You wanted to know why he had such a look on his face, but didn’t question it. Knowing him, he probably dropped something and you would find it broken later that night.

Corey was already grabbing his coat off the rack and moving towards the door, “I had a lot of fun tonight. I really am glad someone appreciates horror movies as much as me.” You grinned as you joined him at the door, “me too.” He pushed away some hair that had fallen into your eyes as he leaned in for a gentle kiss. Corey’s kisses were always so sweet and gentle. A voice in the back of your mind wondered what a rough kiss from him would feel like. Would he bite down on your lip? Moan into your mouth?

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” he asked, pulling away a bit. You nodded, “more movie time?” He chuckled, “yeah maybe. I’ll start bringing mine over and we can combine the piles. More options.” “I like that idea,” you said. He kissed you again gently before giving your nose a kiss as well, earning a giggle from you. Corey grinned as he left your house.

You watched him go before shutting the door. Looking at your phone you realized just how late it was, letting out a groan. “Jesus, it’s almost one?” You locked the door and went to your room for clothes before making your way to the bathroom. A shower sounded so nice right now.

In your desperation to get some good sleep, you failed to see that your bedroom window was slightly opened.

Now wearing some comfy pajama shorts and one of the shirts you stole from Corey last month, you were ready for bed. You set a glass of water on your bedside table and plugged your phone in. You soon settled into bed, pulling your top blanket against your chin. Exhausted from how late it was, you drifted off a lot faster than you expected.

You awoke, however, soon after to the sound of something in your room moving. Cursing yourself for being a light sleeper, you blinked away sleep as much as you could, looking for the cause of the noise. Your eyes soon locked onto the now open window, a chill going down your spin. You don’t remember ever opening it as you found it quite stubborn to mess with. You shakily got out of bed, searching in the dark for a weapon. You felt someone move behind you, a hand grabbing your arm. You let out a scream as the hand darted to your mouth, stifling the sound. You felt the cold metal of a knife against your throat as you whimpered in fear against the hand. “Shhhhh,” the man whispered, “keep still.” Due to your fear, you failed to realize who it was.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he continued, “so don’t scream, even if you sound so cute doing so.” You felt tears prick your eyes as you slowly nodded, wondering what the fuck was happening. The man let go of you before moving in front of you, pinning you to the bed. You looked up your intruder, only to see a scarecrow Halloween mask peer down at you. You let out a sob in fear, turning away. The man quickly realized you weren’t playing along with the scene, and were actually scared. The mask came up briefly as he moved it, and in the dark you could see a familiar pair of brown eyes staring down at you. “Corey?” you whimpered out, everything dawning on you in a matter of seconds. His hand came to your cheek gently, “sorry baby. I didn’t think it would scare you that bad. I’m so sorry,” and he genuinely did sound sorry. “Next time, Core, maybe tell me before you break into my house?” you suggested with a small laugh. Now knowing who was behind it all, that desire you had pushed down was starting to come back.

Corey nodded, “yeah that’s fair. I’m sorry…” “Corey, it’s fine. Are you gonna finish what you started?” you asked with a small smile. His eyes darkened again, pulling the mask back down his face. He grabbed the knife where he had set it down on your bedside table, bringing it back up against your throat. “You really shouldn’t be keeping your window open,” he growled, “someone could just come in and use a pretty little thing like you. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” His fingers fumbled with the buttons of your shirt, the one you had stolen from him during one of your various visits to his house. He practically tore it open, a hand immediately going to one of your breasts and squeezing it. You let out a light moan as he did, causing him to chuckle.

“Look at you, already moaning and I’ve barely touched you. Pathetic,” he growled. His hand reached for your shorts, pulling them down. He noticed the little wet spot on your underwear, chuckling. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re wet? Wonder what your boyfriend would think, knowing his pretty little girl is getting turned on by an intruder,” he said mockingly. You squirmed, starting to put up a small fight, “please no. Please don’t.” “You gonna fight back, baby? Try to push me off? Do it,” he said into your ear. You went to shove him off of you, and you actually succeeded in pushing him to the other side of the bed and onto the floor. You heard the knife clatter to the hardwood floor in your room, and the man cursed. “Oh you little bitch,” he growled. You missed his lunge as you tumbled to the floor, crawling to your feet and running out of the room.

Of course, you didn’t want to actually run away. But you bet that if you did, he’d fuck you the way he promised he would. So you ran across the house, hearing him finally get off of the floor behind you. You could barely see in the dark, and you took advantage of it. You hid underneath the coffee table in your living room, hearing his boots nearing you.

“Hiding are we?” his voice rang out, “poor little thing. Nowhere to go. Don’t worry.” You could hear him walk around the room, searching for you. “When I find you,” he taunted, “I’m gonna break you. Gonna fuck you and claim you.” You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your throat. Your hand darted your to your mouth but it was already too late. He was grabbing your keg and dragging you out from the table with insane strength. You kicked your leg, trying to fight back, but his grip was far too strong now. You realized he was going easy on you earlier.

“Poor little slut just couldn’t keep her mouth shut,” he growled as he climbed on top of you, pinning both of your wrists to the living room carpet. You squirmed under his touch before stilling as you felt the knife back against your throat. “Good pet,” he chuckled darkly, “so obedient for me.” You whimpered out, feeling both the adrenaline of fear and arousal. “Don’t worry,” he grinned under the mask, “I’m gonna take such good care of you.” You felt the knife leave you as he lowered it towards your hips, cutting your underwear apart and moving it away. He could see your slick glisten against you in the moonlight, making him harden even more.

“Look at you,” he said, “all ready for me.” He set down the knife and began to rub circles around your wet clit, growling as you moaned. “God, look at you. You’re lucky I’m being gentle,” he groaned, “otherwise you’d be split open on my cock right now.” He thrust a finger in, smirking as you clenched around it with a cry. He slowly thrusted it in and out of you, working you up a bit before he pushed in another one. Your head pressed into the carpet as you bucked your hips against his hand, urging him to go faster.

He obliged, “been waiting all night for this. Waiting for that boyfriend of yours to leave so I could finally have you all to myself. Does he get you this worked up? I bet he doesn’t.” You didn’t know where the hell he learned to dirty talk like this, but it got you soaked around his fingers as you felt yourself get closer and closer. He knew it, too. “I knew it. Poor little thing needed this so bad huh?” he taunted. “Fuck…I’m gonna cum,” you whined out. “Yeah? You gonna cum for an intruder?” he hissed, “fucking do it. Cum on them like the little slut you are.” His fingers sped up even faster, his thumb circling the top of your clit harshly. It wasn’t long after that you came with a cry of his name.

He slowly overstimulated you as you came down from your high before lifting his fingers up to his mask, moving it aside to have a taste of you. He let out a light moan as he sucked his own fingers before tearing the mask off. Even in the dark, you could see his dark brown eyes staring down at you as if you were prey and he was the hunter. You finally got a good look at his outfit, which was his mechanic suit he wore to work. Why he changed his outfit, you had no idea. He began to zip them down with one hand while the other grasped at his knife again, holding it back up to your throat.

“Such a naughty little thing. You do this for every guy that breaks in?” he asked with a wild grin, “are you that desperate to be fucked?” You couldn’t form any words, so you instead whimpered. That just drove him crazy as he slowly moved back over you, his cock hard against your thighs. “I’m gonna ruin you, sweetheart,” he whispered into your ear, “gonna split you open on my cock. You deserve it for being so good.” And with that, he pushed into you. You moaned loudly, squirming underneath him. You had thought about what he would feel like so many times throughout your relationship, often ending up fucking your own hand and stifling your cries with your other. But nothing compared to how he felt right now.

Corey, on the other hand, was trying so hard to not just pound you into the floor. Or cum immediately. He wanted to take his time with you. He slowly pulled out before sliding back in, relishing at your tightness and slick. “Fuck baby, fuck,” he groaned, “you’re so tight for me. Such a tight, pretty little thing.” The knife was once again forgotten as he decided to instead wrap his hand around your throat, the other gripping your hip tight enough to leave a bruise. He set a moderate pace, taking his time with you. He didn’t want to break you….yet.

You let out high pitched whimpers and whines while he groaned into your neck. Both of you were going crazy at how the other felt. He began to bite into your neck, leaving his mark on you as he fucked into you. “Harder,” you whined. The hand went back around your throat, his mouth leaving you. “You-you want me to fuck you harder, baby?” he asked, “want me to break you, huh? Fucking slut…so needy.” He began to pound into you, relishing the cries you let out. “That’s it,” he said, “that’s it, cry out for me. Scream for me. Let the whole neighborhood hear what a slut you are. Letting a man break into your- fuck- your home, and using you.” His hand moved from your hip and went back to circling the top of your clit, desperate to get you to cum soon.

It was working, as you could already feel your climax coming. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” you whimpered. “Yeah?” he asked,” you gonna cum for me? Fuck baby…that’s it. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock. Be a good girl.” With him whispering into your ear, and his cock hitting that perfect spot in you, you came hard. Your hips bucked against his wildly, pushing him as deep as he could go. The tightening around him made him growl, once again latching onto your throat and leaving more marks against it. He moved up and panted into your ear as he chased his own orgasm, “gonna cum inside you. Make you all mine. Claim you. You’re mine, you hear? No one else’s. I don’t want any guys to even look at you. If they do…I’ll fucking kill them.” And with that, he let out a whimper as he came inside you. You moaned a bit at the feeling, pushing your hips up to meet his again. He whimpered again, hips stilling. He panted against you, absolutely worn out. He slowly slid out of you as he looked at your red face, grinning a bit.

“You did so good for me,” he praised, “so fucking good for me.” You smiled, “thank you Corey. Next time though…” “Heads up about the window. I’m so sorry-“ You silenced him with a gentle kiss, “it’s okay Core. You made up for it, that’s for sure.” He blushed and chuckled, “I tried my best.” The two of you slumped to the floor together as you cuddled, with you falling asleep pretty quickly. Corey, however, was planning already.

But this time, he’d give you a heads up.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #halloween ends

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Ooo can I please request a brothers!Tangerine/Lemon x Little sister where it’s like home alone lol? They have to rush to a mission and leave their 8 year old sister Y/n at home (with a babysitter of course), however, the babysitter doesn’t do their job… Leaving Y/n in the mansion by herself. She does what any little kid left alone would do… Watch a lot of TV, okay a lot of video games, eat a lot of candy, jump on the beds, etc, until enemies of the Twins show up and break in and Y/n goes all “Home Alone” on them. The Twins rush back having gotten the alert that someone broke in (they’re rightfully panicked), and walk in guns blazing, only to see a very messing house filled with traps, the bad guys tied up, upside down, hanging off of the upstairs rail… And a very proud little sister happily kicking her feet and waving at them while she’s just innocently watching a kids show

Lol Lemon being like like, “Welp, she is our little sister”

Tangerine face palming but also feeling a sense of pride in his lil sis😂

Also the twins rushing to hug her because they were super worried

oh my god I LOVE THISS 😭

Home alone

“Alright, you got our number, jus’ call if you need anything.” Tangerine had said to the babysitter, she just nodded and continued to scroll on her phone.

“Thank you.” He said, before they both left the house.

“You sure ‘bout her?” Lemon asked.

“She’s the cheapest one I could find.”

“You’re so cheap. Look at where we live.”

“Babysitters a babysitter, mate.” Tangerine rolled his eyes. “She’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He said, and they both got in the car.

The babysitter stayed for a little, before saying she was going to a party, and to tell your brothers that she was still there so she’d get paid.

You looked at her confused but agreed anyways, you were now home alone. You smirked when the door closed, and switched the channel. It was a horror movie, Texas chainsaw massacre.

You smiled as you realized you had hours home alone now. You could do anything.

You quickly raced to the kitchen, and jumped on top of the counter, and opened up a cabinet. A cabinet you weren’t usually allowed to open.

Lemon and Tangerine were auger addicts, and they always had to hide the candy from you (or you’d go crazy and eat it all like you are now)

You smirked and quickly got down a bunch of boxes, grabbing as much as you could and hopping down onto the floor again. You sat snack onto the couch, and ate almost all of it until you couldn’t eat anymore.

You switched the channel to another horror movie, saw this time.

You watched all the traps, and got bored after a while. So you went to one place you weren’t allowed.

The both of their bedrooms.

You made your way to Tangerines first, it was neat, and books were scattered around the room. Some plants and some flowers as well. Pictures of Tangerine, Lemon, and you all around as well. As well as an old painting.

You stood up, and started to jump up and down, laughing loudly as you did so, the bed getting messed up while you did so.

You then fell down, laughing wildly and grinning. That was about the most fun ever.

You cleaned up his room back to normal, then went to Lemons.

You’ve been in Lemons room tons of times, the both of you watching shows and TV.

It was messier, and it was more childish and fun. It had pictures of you, tangerine, and himself all around like Tangerines did. His bedsheets a bright blue. And small train figures scattered on his desk, along with some stickers of different things.

You smiled and did the same, smiling and laughing for a while before you heard a knock at the door. You furrowed your eyebrows and made your way back downstairs.

Your brothers couldn’t be home this early. No way!

“Who is it?” You said, in the best grown up deep voice you could muster.

“Its uh… your grandfather!” He made up a liez

“My grandpas dead.” You said back.

“It’s… your great grandfather.”

That’s a lie. You knew that.

So quickly, you ran down the basement, grabbing anything you could with a small smirk. A rope, some tape, and some other things. Your brothers had showed you what to do in case something like this happened.

You quickly set up the trap, the man outside fidgeting with the door knob. You placed the net hidden, and hid what activated it underneath some tape. It looked like a mess, but it would work hopefully.

The man grew agitated, and blew the door open with his shotgun.

Tangerine looked at his phone when he got the alert someone was at the front door, of course he had only seen the part where the man blew the door off.

He showed Lemon, and they both drove faster, breaking the speed limit a couple times while doing so.

The man was now in a net, it barely was hanging on, he fell down slightly every minute.

His gun had fallen, and you just stared at it, waiting on the stairs.

The twins had come in, both guns out. They looked around and noticed you on the stairs.

“Holy shit. Are you alright?” Tangerine said, going up to you while Lemon stared in amusement at the man captured in the net, hanging on by the stairs.

“I’m fine. He’s not.” You pointed to the man, who just growled.

“Is that who I think it is?” Lemon snickered, and went closer.

“Think it is, Lemon. What do ya say we kill him right now?”

“Nah, I say we torture him.” Lemon sniffled, and the man just thrashed in the net, making it fall from the rope. He fell onto the hard floor with a groan, and looked up to the three of you staring at him.

“Can’t believe you got beat by a child?” Tangerine teased, grabbing him out of the net, and pulling his wrists roughly.

“Now I want you to tell everyone, including the person who hired you, to never come here ever fuckin’ again. Don’t even lay your eyes on her ever again.” Tangerine said.

“Yeah, you’re lucky we don’t shoot ya fuckin’ eyes out right now.”

“Well then who’d give everyone our message?” Tangerine said, and shoved him outside, the man tripping and falling on the driveway while running.

“Nice job, y/n.” Lemon said, turning back to you and giving you a high five, making you beam.

#lemon and tangerine #lemon x sibling!reader #tangerine x sibling!reader #tangerine bullet train #lemon bullet train

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Fire Bomb | ch 3

Stu macher x reader | slowburn

Ring ring

Looking at the clock you scoffed at whoever thought you’d be answering THIS late.

“It’s 2 am you idiot just hang up” you say absentmindedly at the phone as it continue to ring.

But then it rings again… and again……. and again.

“What the fuck do you want,” you angrily say into the phone.

“Why don’t you want to talk to me,” that all too familiar voice from the news replies.

“Oh haha who is this? Are senseless murders really that funny you low-life?” You reply disgusted at whoever was on the other line before hanging up again.

The string of murders recently had everyone on edge or at least the smart ones. And you just so happened to be one of the smart ones.

But just like before the line rings over and over even when you try to ignore for at LEAST 5 minutes.

“My favorite scary movie is Texas chainsaw massacre part 2, something about choptop gets me going,” you reply sarcastically figuring they weren’t going to leave you alone anytime soon.

“How’d you know what I was gonna ask?”

“Well the actual killers ask that every time not that hard to use context clues, are you done now?”

“I am the-“ click

In the middle of their sentence you hang up no longer putting up with the bored individual on the other end, and getting ready for a shower.

But before you even make it out of the living room you hear it.

Bumping

Bumping coming from directly above you, in your bedroom.

Not letting the prank from before get to you, you assume that it’s your cat Porkchop and head up.

Your heart finally settles in your chest as you see him sitting there cleaning himself on your bed.

“You scared me you asshole,” you laugh, hugging him close.

Ring ring

Your bedroom phone rings this time, nearly making you jump out of bed.

This time you’re less on edge thinking maybe it’s one of your friends calling from out of state.

“Heeeyyy who is this? Kennie?” You ask with a smile.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Your heart stops immediately, it’s the same caller. But your bedroom has a completely different number just like most of the phones in the house.

Going to hang up once again the caller yells at you.

“You hang up on me and I’ll use your little pink pajamas ,” they say mockingly” to choke the life out of you while I watch you die pig”

“Try it” and with that you hang up, grab porkchop, and run to the downstairs office.

As soon as you close and lock the door the office phone rings but you refuse no matter what to answer the phone.

While you wait you grab your fathers gun from his desk and hold it in front of you.

After a few minutes the ringing finally stops and you let out a sigh of relief.

BANG BANG BANG

“CMON OUUUTT Y/N” “GET OUT HERE YOU SLUT WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF US OR SOMETHING”

Banging so loud it sounds like the doors being kicked in soon replaces the ringing of the phone along with the screams of two voices.

Not one. TWO.

You let off one shot directly at the door and hear a pained groan and slow shuffling away from the door.

You don’t know how long you stayed im the office but it’s long enough to fall asleep until the very next day.

You’re only awoken by the sound of the office phone ringing which sends a shockwave of panic through you.

“H-hello?” You say, voice shaking.

“Y/n why did the neighbors call and say they heard gunshots. What did we tell you about the damn guns you never listen. We let you stay there so that you-“

Click

“Nice talking to you too dad, oh me yeah I’m fine just had to use your gun to save my life…prick” you say to yourself before slowly opening the office door.

With a sigh you take a look around the house and it’s exactly as it was the night before except for the new bullet hole in the door.

After feeding Porkchop you see that it’s 1:45 and decide to go to school while you still can.

Ch 2

#slasher x reader #stu macher #stu macher x reader #slashers #slow burn

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Avenue of Sins: Neon

A Sequel to Avenue of Sins

SUMMARY: ‘90s. It’s the aftermath. Jaded, Bill and Alma navigate their new lives as they try to drag themselves out of the dark debacherous trenches they had once ensnared themselves in. It’s easy to forget their evils when a silver lining introduces itself into their lives but can they create a less hedonistic life that would be just as satisfying?

WARNINGS: adult content, mature readers only.

The completed first series can be read and found here.

Chapter Twenty-Three

September 1993

To make the trip worthwhile, Bill managed to book a private jet. Despite this, Alma was still annoyed that they were going back to their hometown. On the plane, she drank three glasses of champagne at seven in the morning and then slept comfortably half the way. Fortunately, it would be a short trip. They were making the necessary rounds of meeting family and hopefully avoiding townies while there.

Deep down, Bill didn’t want to come either, but he felt that was beside the point of the whole trip. However, he was glad this would be the last time he’d be back, and at least this time he wasn’t making the journey back alone. He understood Alma’s apprehension, but there was something else she just wasn’t mentioning. It bothered him, but she was bothered about the entire journey in general, and he didn’t feel like bringing it up because it would certainly cause an argument.

They cushioned their arrival in Missouri with a stay in Kansas City rather than just heading straight to Strathburg. However, now they were on the road there, or rather, to Springfield—the largest neighboring town in southwest Missouri.

They were only halfway there on their three-hour road trip when they stopped at some sketchy country gas station. It was the only one they’d encountered that looked the most decent out of all the ones Bill refused to pull off the highway for. Bill had his arms crossed in wait by the one-stall bathroom while Alma and Echo were in there until he could have his turn. He wasn’t trusting of the workers or the patrons inside the adjoining cigarette smoke-filled country café. It was quite obvious to the others that they weren’t from there, and that just made them easy targets.

How he hated small-town bullshit like this. As if he wanted to be there as much as they did. They were giving him the creeps with their silent, dead stares. The vibe was stuffy as they filled the store with their uninviting energy.

“Don’t go outside without me.” He told Alma once she exited the bathroom. “Stay close.”

“All done, papa!” Echo said, waving her washed hands in the air to which he smiled at her.

“Yeah, okay.” She said softly, picking up Echo when she felt his uneasiness.

Alma was heading towards the bathroom with snacks when he got out, wiping his wet hands on his jeans. He grabbed them, and she followed him to the counter to pay for gas as well.

“Jesus,” Bill said, annoyed when he was back in the SUV rental after filling the tank. “Bunch of cousin fuckers in this town.”

“Very Texas Chainsaw Massacre here,” Alma said, munching on Cool Ranch Doritos.

Bill turned his head to look at Echo, drinking milk from a sippy cup with heavy eyes. “Good, you’re still with us. Let’s get out of here.” He said, turning the gear in drive, and feigning a disconcerting shiver.

“You didn’t like it?” Alma asked while they were on the road.

Bill rubbed the five o’clock shadow above his lip, contemplating. “The house?”

“Yeah, the one I liked.” She tilted her head, looking at him.

“Hmm.” He paused in thought. He felt that it was too cookie-cutter, and it was only a three-bedroom house. It didn’t feel like a house to expand a family in. “I just think it’s too close to other houses.”

“What? Like a neighborhood?” She said facetiously. “In New York, we literally live above and on top of people.”

“At the penthouse, I rarely see any of my neighbors. I doubt you ever even saw them yourself the last time you were there.”

“So you want something like this?” She said, pointing to the flat plains of nothingness they drove through. Only in the distance, cows were grazing the lands.

“Put an offer in. If you like it, it’s fine with me.” He said, a bit bored in tone.

“I don’t.” She smirked.

Bill side-eyed her and took a deep breath. “I should have seen that coming.” He grumbled. “The other two houses we saw last week, I wish we could combine. I liked the large windows at that brick house, and the backyard was big. That house on the hill had a whole living space in the basement, an open kitchen, and more rooms.” He glanced at her so she’d get the hint. “But I don’t know, we’ll find something.”

Alma hoped they’d find something soon because, even if it had only been a solid month of living together, just as she suspected, it was getting crowded. It didn’t help that just a few weeks ago he had purchased a computer, and the only place to put it was at the end of the dining table. She was annoyed, and Bill knew she was too. She let it be, but on their first night having family dinner with it, she sarcastically asked if she should make the computer a plate too.

“You called your dad and confirmed that we’re coming?” Bill asked, reaching into the bag of chips in Alma’s lap.

“You were literally next to me when I told him over the phone.”

“Just making sure. You could have been faking me out. It could have been Ulyssa on the other end, for all I know.” He chuckled as he chewed.

“That’s so immature.” She grumbled.

“Doesn’t matter if you did or not, ‘cause I called him too.”

“He told me. He calls me more often now.”

“I noticed that. What does he say?”

“He just wants to know how I am. Asks about Echo. And then he talks about his chickens a lot. He also always brings up how so-and-so had some ailment and are on their deathbed. The last time I spoke to him, it was his neighbor's dog having to be put down.”

“Only good news, I see.”

Alma laughed lightly. “What did he say to you when you called him?”

“Not much, he’s very short with me.” He shrugged as if to seem unbothered.

“Mhmm. I know you think so, but he doesn’t hate you, you know?” Alma assured. “He asks about you when I talk to him. He always says that he’s glad you’re doing well.”

He was silent for a moment before he spoke. “Does he know about Trigger Finger?” He gripped the steering wheel tighter, unconsciously.

“No, love. You told me not to, so I haven’t. But why? Should it even matter at this point?”

Bill took a deep breath. “It’s just too much to explain, and the club is my business. The record shop is what we’re doing at the moment, and that’s all he needs to know.”

“Alright…”

“I’m serious, Alma. Don’t use the club for some kind of ‘fuck you dad’ moment. I don’t want to deal with the blowback of that.”

Alma looked at him perplexed, but he just stared ahead with his jaw ticking, focused on the road, and tense. Maybe he was feeling the loathsome feelings she was having about returning to Strathburg, and they were getting to him now.

“Hey,” she gently said. “I won’t. I promise.” She reached over and tucked her fingers under his palm to loosen the white-knuckled grip he had on the steering wheel.

Bill took a deep breath and nodded, surprised by his behavior just as much as she was. Between them, a promise was a promise, and he settled himself as she took hold of his hand. Just then, the exit sign for Strathburg appeared. Their gaze fell on the town as they rode right past in silence. Memories were flooding their minds. They both exchanged wary glances then. It felt as if their return would be anything but enjoyable.

~~~

They were in their suite at a budget hotel in Springfield, just forty minutes east of Strathburg. Alma sat Echo on the bed, and when she dove next to her, she nearly knocked the wind out of herself.

“Ow!” She groaned, and she got on her knees and pushed on the very firm mattress with her hands. Almost as if she were trying to resuscitate it back to life. “It’s like a rock!”

Bill put their luggage bags down, having had to carry them up himself. He sat on the edge, taking his black baseball cap off, and laid back and frowned. Alma was exaggerating a bit, but the mattress hardly had much give. Exhausted, he closed his eyes as he rubbed his forehead, and then he just began laughing. Laughing at this whole fucked-up situation. Maybe, he should have listened to his girlfriend.

“We spoiled ourselves,” Alma said, laughing with him. “I think I bruised myself!”

Bill laughed even harder. “You’re probably concussed!”

Echo was laughing along, amused, even if she couldn’t quite comprehend what had her parents in delicious stitches.

They left the hotel after they called room service to ask for three goose feather duvets to make the mattress somewhat comfortable for themselves. They grabbed a bite to eat at a nearby sandwich joint, visited a small grocery store, and then headed west to Strathburg.

That pit in their stomach began to sink further and further. Their plan of attack for the day was to visit Alma’s old home to collect some artifacts and then have dinner at his brother Gustaf’s. It was fairly relaxed on purpose, but they felt anything but.

Even if Bill felt the urge to drive right past again, he merged off the exit, and the town just seemed hollow. Almost ghostly. Houses in disrepair or abandoned completely. Bill had to swerve around multiple deep potholes on the crumbing neighborhood roads.

There was once a time when this little suburb was a nice place to live. It didn’t look as awful. People took pride in the state of the exterior of their homes, fresh paint, and nicely manicured lawns. The air in Strathburg even used to feel comforting, as there was a bread factory emanating the scent of freshly baked loaves. Now it sat defunct and dilapidated.

“What happened?” Alma gasped.

When she lived there a few years ago, it wasn’t in tip-top shape by any means, but this just seemed bleak.

“Bad storm,” Bill guessed. “Tornado?” He said, pointing at a house with a sunken roof. “Not sure.”

Shortly, Bill pulled into the empty, cracked driveway of Alma’s home. It still looked fine compared to the majority of the houses. Her block was nearly devoid of people. They had been bought out of their homes and the town by the strip mall development.

“Someone cuts the grass?” Bill asked, noticing it was shorn and not overgrown as her neighbor's lawns were.

“My dad comes once a month to check things out. I doubt he mows it, but he hires someone.” She said, stepping out of the SUV.

Bill let her go ahead and let her have a moment while he got Echo out of the car. Alma swallowed the lump in her throat as she turned the house key. She entered. It was dusty and nearly empty. In her grief, she sold what she could have of the furniture in the home. It was manic, she realized in hindsight. She could swear she smelled the pine cleaning products her mother used still. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and her arms wrapped around herself in a self-soothing hug. It was home, but at the same time, it just wasn’t. It never really was.

“You alright?” Bill asked as he opened a window in the living room to let the stale, muggy air out of the house.

Alma took a deep breath. “Uh, yeah. Um. Most things I'd already packed to store when I was here. They’re in my old bedroom.”

Echo took the lead as she curiously looked around the house, stopping to touch the wood paneling in the hallway. Alma directed her to the right, where she grew up laying her head at night. Her four-poster bed remained sans mattress, covered with a dusty plastic tarp, along with her small writing desk. Bill opened the window that he would always sneak into her room from and smirked.

“Never locked.”

Alma giggled. “I had a friendly peeping tom.”

“I never watched you like a weirdo.” He snickered, squatting down to look at the few boxes in her room. “You got records, pictures, clothes… things.” He said digging through two open boxes.

He picked up a photo of Alma. She was about six years old in a white frilly dress with an uncharacteristic shy smile on her face. He could see his daughter in her, but she really did look a lot more like him. There was no denying it.

“We can go to the post office tomorrow and ship these off. I’m not trying to drag all this to the airport.” Alma said.

“Yeah, we’ll do that. We’re going to have to rent a storage room when we get back.”

There was a framed photo of Our Lady of Guadalupe leaning against her closet door. He recognized it. Once, he had gone to her house, and her parents were away on an errand, which gave them the rare opportunity to venture out of her room. He was following her to the kitchen, where she was going to make them quesadillas to snack on, when he noticed the little shrine in the dining room. There was a wilting bouquet of assorted colored roses in a vase and prayer candles with saints he couldn’t name surrounding a little white ceramic urn wrapped with two gold rosaries. Their names were carved into wood placards, a display her father handmade in honor of them.

Alma had noticed he wasn’t right behind her anymore, and when she found him with his hands behind his back as he inspected the altar, she felt awkward and timid about it. She hadn’t mentioned them at that point in their friendship.

“Uhm,” Alma cleared her throat. “It’s my twin siblings. Leo and Liliana,” she said sheepishly, pointing at the altar. “They were premature.”

Bill could tell she felt uncomfortable. “Oh…” He nodded. “Well, hi Leo and Liliana. Thanks for having me over.” He said, which made her smile before she pulled him into the kitchen.

As the memory passed, Bill finally spoke up.

“Is, uh, that…” he trailed off in thought. “Um, your brother and sister. Where are they?” He asked carefully.

“Half their ashes were buried with my mom. My dad has the other half.” She said it matter-of-factly. “We should ship the picture back home too.”

“Mhmm.” He said, grabbing onto a box and standing upright.

Echo ran around the house, giggling to herself as her parents loaded the back of the SUV. It was a bit surreal to see her daughter traversing around where she had grown herself. Alma entered her bedroom again and found her digging in the last box. In her clenched hand was a photo.

“What are you looking at, girly?” Alma asked, crouching down next to her.

She grabbed her wrist and plucked it out of her grip. It was a photo her mother had taken of Alma and Bill standing side by side on the front porch before they left for prom together. Or so that’s where her parents thought they went. Alma chuckled at the early ‘80s fashion. Her prom dress was teal with a high neck, and there was an obnoxious amount of tulle and ruffles. Bill was in a suit that probably belonged to one of his brothers. It was ill-fitted and wrinkled.

“Is that everything?” Bill asked, walking in.

“Look at this,” Alma said, holding the photo out. “My dress? Looks ridiculous.”

Bill smiled, looking at her in the image, but when he glanced at himself, he cringed a little. He was so skinny, he thought. “I thought it was gorgeous. What do you mean?” He smirked.

“Sure.” Alma playfully rolled her eyes. “We do have a few pictures of us from this time. I just have to go through the boxes to find them. Eventually.” She sighed, placing her hands on her hips.

Bill left with the last box, and Alma took one last look around her old home while Echo held her hand, following. It was a small home. Only big enough for three people. She checked her parents' room. All empty, but she could envision her mother who used to have some heft, frail lying in her bed. She missed her. She wished she didn’t feel so responsible for wrecking her body. It was beyond her control, and she certainly wasn’t the cause, but she couldn’t help but feel some guilt for her existence.

Bill found her, entranced in place again. There wasn’t much they wouldn’t talk about, but Missouri and things of their time there, they just didn’t discuss much. They felt so far removed at this point, that they felt it to be mostly irrelevant. For their sake, it was best that they began to look forward. They were starting fresh and rebuilding in Seattle, and that’s where they wished to keep focus. Being back, of course, they were forced to face it.

“Ready?” He asked. “Or do you need a sec–”

“No...” She cleared her throat. “Let’s go.” She walked into his open arms, and he held her for a moment, rubbing her back to comfort her.

Before leaving completely, Alma took her camera out of the car and decided to take a few pictures of Echo sitting on the porch steps of her childhood home. While Bill took a photo of them together, her old neighbor came outside to see who these strangers were messing about.

She held her hand above her brow to get a better look at them, and that’s when the adults felt her presence.

“Hi, Mrs. Caldwell,” Alma greeted as she got up with her daughter in her arms and stood next to Bill. She grew up babysitting her sons on occasion.

“Oh, Alma, is that you? Oh my goodness! The boys are going to be so thrilled to know that I saw you! They still talk about you,” she lightly chuckled. “And who…” She said, turning her attention to Bill. “Well, I’ll be…” she lightly gasped. “Mhmm. I used to see you sneak into that window, Billy Skarsgard.” She pointed.

“Uh,” Bill nervously scratched the nape of his neck, as if he were finally getting reprimanded for doing that so many years ago. “Thanks for never telling.”

“Ah well. I guess you’re welcome. Now, if her window faced those nosey Richardson's, I don't think you two would be so lucky. And you’ve got a baby too, huh?” She squinted from where she stood on the edge of her property line. “Oh, but that’s right. Your father, Antonio, told me not too long ago when he came to check on the house.”

Alma spoke to her a bit while Bill put Echo back into her car seat. He tried to do it slowly to avoid having to join the conversation, but eventually, he just got in the driver’s seat to wait.

“Yeah, yeah.” Alma nodded impatiently. “Mhmm. Oh, well, that’s good to hear.”

“And he wouldn’t have done so had I not told him to, you know.” Mrs. Caldwell continued yapping.

Bill noticed her glance behind her and shuffled her feet back. “Exactly. Well, we’re actually having dinner with family tonight, so it’s about time we head that way.”

“Oh. Sure, I won’t hold you up.” Alma found that sentiment ironic. “I got a TV dinner calling my name.”

Alma got back into the SUV, looking irritated as she harshly pulled her seatbelt on. “Why the hell did you leave me?”

“She was talking too much.” He laughed.

Once on the road, they drove around the neighborhood in silence, just listening to their daughter babbling to herself. His brother lived in his old home with his family, and Alma was worried about how he’d feel about being in that environment. He had stayed there just last year, and all he ever said was that would be the last time he’d ever do that, and he didn’t elaborate further. Alma didn’t dig because she completely understood it wasn’t so nice to go to places that held ill memories. He was tense, rubbing the side of his jaw with his knuckles, when he pulled up to the curb.

“It’s different,” Bill sighed, but she was glad he spoke up. “It doesn’t really look as it did when there were a bunch of guys under one roof. Lorna adds a woman’s touch to the place.”

Alma nodded. “Mhmm.”

“We’ll be in the backyard mostly anyway.” He exited the car to open Alma’s door for her.

Alma offered to unload their child and the baby backpack herself and let him go first on his own. He smoothed down the front of his black shirt, didn’t even bother knocking, and just walked right in. He didn’t know what possessed him to do that—maybe because that’s how he always entered his old home. Or he just wanted to avoid standing on the porch waiting for someone to answer while he stood with his nerves.

“The hell?!” He heard from the kitchen. “Oh shit,” Gustaf said, peering out from the kitchen. “It’s my home now, you can’t knock?” The brothers hugged each other, laughing.

“You look good, brother,” Gustaf said, patting his little brother's bicep. “And what? No Alma? Echo? Something happen?” He asked, concerned.

Bill looked behind himself and saw them coming up the pathway through the screen door. “One second,” he said, turning on his heel to open the door for them.

Alma walked in, and Bill took hold of their child. His old home had been finally blessed by a woman’s touch, indeed. There was a nice abstract-patterned rug, nice end tables, and a couch without deep dips caused by springs that had just simply given out. It looked lived-in, humble, and, most importantly, much cleaner than the half-assed job men called cleaning.

Alma was greeted by Gustaf with a hug as well. He was dressed simply in a clean white shirt with a brown button down over it and wearing a gray newsboy cap.

“It’s good to see you again,” he said with a sympathetic smile, as it was their first time seeing each other since her mother’s funeral.

“Yeah. Thanks. Uhm,” she slightly stepped away to let Bill approach with their child. “This is Echo.”

Gustaf chuckled a bit at the scene before him. It was a bit surreal to see his kid brother this way, but he was very happy to see it. He reached out for her, and Bill had to loosen her grip on his black shirt, as now she was feeling a little timid. Bill quickly explained who he was to his daughter, and while he didn’t quite know if she understood, her nervousness seemed to fade a bit.

“Hello,” Gustaf said to her once in his arms. “You don’t think me and your dad look alike?” He playfully asked, touching her full, rosy cheek. Echo side-eyed him skeptically.

“She’s not this shy, really,” Alma assured.

“She gauges people.” Bill lightly chuckled.

“I see.” He chuckled, just as Echo reached to touch his facial hair.

Bill had been giving himself a clean shave since Echo startled his mustache off months ago. Seeing her touch his brother's facial hair made him want to grow his back. Especially when his brother held her hand to his cheek to help her pet it, which made her smile.

“She’s precious,” Gustaf said, returning his attention to the parents. “Good job, Alma. And, I guess, you too.” He winked at Bill.

“Mhmm,” Bill smirked.

“Everyone’s in the backyard. She can play with the kids, and the food is almost done.” He said, leading them out, still holding his niece. However, she turned her head over his shoulder to ensure that her parents were following.

They ate burgers, and the kids had their share of hotdogs and chips. Gustaf was stepfather to Lorna’s children. The oldest is Gracie, at ten years old; Tatum, her son, at seven; and Courtland, at six. It was the little boy who Alma did a brief double take when meeting. The siblings all looked alike, as you would suspect, but his eyes were so distinct. Light blue, while his sisters were brown. Even his hair was lighter than theirs, but when meeting Lorna, she had light features and figured he took up after her.

Echo was still being shy, opting to stay close to her parents. She was sitting in Alma’s lap, curiously watching the children kick a soccer ball around with each other. Alma set down her cup of boxed wine that Lorna had given her in an old coffee mug and brushed the baby hairs on her daughter's head down.

“Go play.” She said, pulling her daughter's thumb from her mouth. “I know you want to.”

Echo smirked and then looked at her father for reassurance, and he winked at her with a nod.

“I go play, mama.” She said, shuffling her bottom to get down.

Her girl cousins seemed excited that the little girl had joined, as they found her cute in the little pink romper she wore with matching pink Converse and lace ruffle socks. The little boy kicked the ball towards them, which narrowly missed Echo. Gracie, the oldest, lightly reprimanded him and told him to watch out. Which, Gustaf, said something to him and he apologized.

The adults spoke, updating each other about their lives. The conversations split, and the women talked about current pop culture news. Lorna seemed not to be too bad. Bill didn’t really care for her much, but Alma understood his feelings. On occasion, she liked to bail for weeks at a time. Leaving his brother, Gustaf, with her kids without so much as a phone call to ask if they were okay. And when he married her, she remembered how pissed Bill was. Saying how stupid it was, and at the time, Alma agreed. However, she learned there were stupider things people would do for love.

Gustaf and Bill got up from the table and said they’d take the leftover food back inside. Alma knew they just wanted an opportunity to speak privately. Bill squeezed her shoulder and kissed her before leaving.

“Where do you want these?” Bill asked, holding a tub of store-bought potato salad and a foil pan of charred hotdogs.

“Just leave them on the counter.” Gustaf shrugged as he looked in the fridge for a beer. “Actually, hand me the potato salad, but you can leave the rest.”

Exchanging the tub for two beers, he twisted the caps off and handed one to his brother. Bill looked at the bottle, unfamiliar with the brand.

“What the hell is this?”

“Non-alcoholic.”

“Oh, fuck. I forgot.”

“It’s alright.” He spoke unbothered. “So,” he said, leaning on the opposite counter. “You were talking about the record shop and stuff. What about the strip club? Are you really gonna go back and forth? Or are you finally going to let the shit go?”

“Fuck sake,” Bill grumbled. “Give me some of that,” he pointed at the boxed wine resting on the counter.

He had expected his brother to bring this up, but he’d thought he’d segue to it with more ease. Gustaf never liked that his brother was running a fringe establishment. He just felt that Bill was too good for it, that it didn’t necessarily fit with his spirit.

Gustaf laughed. “Just talk, man.”

“Yeah. I’m going back and forth. The club… You know I don’t like to brag.”

“Just talk.” He assured, taking a sip of his non-alcoholic beer.

Bill took a sip of his too as a form of pause before speaking. “I make a shit ton of money at the club to fully let it go like that. Right now, I’m spending a lot of fucking money. It’s the shop, and we’re looking for a house right now. It’s not that we’d be without, but I have to balance my… books.”

“Mhmm. And are you still selling?”

Bill raised a brow at him. “I’m not selling it.”

“Fuck, Bill! It’s just the same, no?”

“It’s not. It’s completely different.”

“It’s that, and then the girls sucking dick in VIP too. It’s just–”

“No, no.” Bill shook his head. “Your information is years old. That’s not how it is at all anymore. I have my business partner; she put an end to some of the shit I let slide.”

“But it’s the morality of it all, too.”

“Really? The morality?” Bill scoffed. “I know the hang-ups people have about gentlemen's clubs. I didn’t start running it yesterday. It’s all bullshit.”

“Okay, okay.” Gustaf raised his hand defensively. “I’m not trying to question you. I know it pisses you off. But.”

“But?” He spat.

“Will you let me talk?” Bill relaxed his shoulders and let him proceed. “I only brought it up because I was just wondering.” He paused, seemingly trying to choose his words well. “Since you’ve been in Seattle now. I noticed you’re happier, especially compared to last year. You were depressed.”

“I wasn’t depressed.” He said it defensively.

“You seemed very down, Bill. Just mopey. In a funk.”

“I wasn’t depressed.” He said sharply.

“Then what were you? Because you weren’t happy.”

Bill was silent for a moment, his gaze down in thought. He felt himself becoming upset and swallowed hard. “I-I was fucking pissed.” He admitted. “I was fucking…” he bit his lip. “I was just so fucking angry. I don’t like myself. I had fucked my life up. I had pushed Alma away so far that she moved to the opposite coast of the country. I thought that by succeeding in that, I would have proven a point to myself. But when it did, I was so fucking sick to my stomach. It was bad. I was so bad that-that she kept my kid away…” he took in a sharp breath from his flaring nostrils and winced a bit. “And she tells me all the time. All the time,” he stressed. “That it wasn’t me. That I wasn’t the reason. But I can’t help the fucking guilt I feel.”

“Because of… how you treated her?” Gustaf said with a sympathetic expression on his face, trying to understand. Bill nodded as he squeezed his eyes shut when they stung with tears. “But Bill…” He paused, trying to be delicate with his words. “Look. I don’t know what happened between you two, okay? Even if you explained it to me, it would only be you two who would ever understand it. But keeping Echo away… have you really forgiven her for that?”

“Yes. Yeah.” He nodded. “It just… I know why she did it. And that’s something I can’t explain to you. It wasn’t because of me, but it just doesn’t feel good. I can’t help but feel like it was because of me.” He admitted as he scratched the side of his ear.

“Well no. But right now, is everything okay between you?” Bill responded with a nod. “Okay…” He paused to take a sip and to let feelings simmer down. “But all that shit you said about yourself. Alma doesn’t think that. Do you think she would be here right now if she did?”

“I don’t know.” He swallowed.

“You know. You tell me you want to marry her. If you thought she’d say no, you wouldn’t even bother, would you?”

Bill slightly smirked through a small sigh. “Yeah. No,” he said, rubbing his arm to soothe himself, feeling a bit embarrassed. He couldn’t explain himself well, and the gaps just made everything he said out loud much worse. “Sorry, bring all that up. I’m… just stressed out a little.” He peered around the kitchen and looked into the living room past the threshold. He could picture himself and Alma on the old couch as teenagers. With his arm around her as they watched what she would call, “boy movies”. “The journey here,” he continued. “Has just been making me feel fucking weird.” He admitted. “Alma did not want to come, and I didn’t either. You know, we didn’t start out so shitty. Us two. At the club, fuck,” he sighed in resignation. “We were hell. To each other, to other people.”

“Mhmm. But that life you two had in New York, that’s not the case anymore, though. Right?” Gustaf said, hoping he was right.

“Yeah… we’re good. It’s just this place. Literally, this place,” Bill said, pointing toward the floor. He hadn’t expected the emotions he felt to bubble up, and he even felt he’d spoken irrationally. While he could speak to Alma about anything, there were just some feelings he couldn’t quite articulate to her. “How the hell do you even stand it?”

“Shit…” Gustaf let out a huff. “Well, we’re in two different tax brackets. I got lucky that Alex fucked off to St. Louis to dodge child support, so I could have at it.”

Bill scratched his head, feeling a little remorseful for even complaining about his bullshit. It felt like he was lamenting champagne problems in comparison.

“Don’t look like that.” His brother rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his beer. “It is what it is. One of us had to break out of this shit. Sometimes… I think we’re just cursed.” He paused in thought, rubbing his mouth, looking a bit tense. “Look, I know you saw Tate out there.” He gestured.

“Yeah?” Bill questioned because the change of subject felt so off.

“I noticed that Alma noticed him. And if I don’t tell you, she’s going to mention her speculation. Honestly, I’m surprised you never noticed something the last time you were here. But you also seemed to be too focused on leaving as fast as you could then.”

Bill thought he stood out then, but at that time, kids just weren’t interesting enough for him to want to investigate. In fairness, he still had the same sentiment, but his daughter was excluded from that.

“What is it?”

“He’s Alex’s kid. He’s our nephew.”

Bill’s brows pulled together as he stood there silently as if there were a punchline coming. “For real?”

“Well, at least one of however many he has, but yeah.”

“You knew the whole time? Or?”

“I met the kids, maybe six months in. And well, when I met him… I just knew. I heard stuff about Lorna, but yeah, Alex got to her.”

“But the little girl?”

“Her ex-husbands.” He pursed his lips.

“So. She cheated,” Bill hushed.

Gustaf grimaced a bit because he didn’t like that aspect of the situation. “Mhmm.”

“Damn... I-I don’t know what to say?” He bit his lip.

“I know you’re not her biggest fan, but the kids are innocent in all of it. They all are. I love her.” He shrugged. “And at the very least, you know she’s family too. And he’s family.”

Bill almost scoffed, but he diverted it into clearing his throat. “Okay.” He nodded. “Yeah. So we're both just fucked up.”

“Not me! I’m the most virtuous.” He said, making Bill laugh.

Fireflies began to emerge on the shadowed edges of the yard as the women watched the children play during the sunset. Echo was hugging the soccer ball and ran it over to Courtland since she didn’t feel like her kicks gave enough power to drive the ball across the grass.

“Could I take some pictures of them?” Alma asked, picking up her camera from the center of the table.

“Oh, sure. That’s a really nice camera. You do the concert photography, right?” Lorna asked, following her, treading barefoot. She was wearing a buttoned-up jean vest and matching jeans.

“Yeah.” Alma nodded. “Oh, you all just keep playing,” she said when she noticed the children gathering. “Makes for better pictures.” She winked at Gracie, who looked the most intrigued.

Alma crouched down and took snapshots of the kids. She was framing them and zooming in on others. In the viewfinder, she had Tatum in the frame and took a shot of him amid laughter. She paused momentarily, pretending to fiddle with settings on her camera, as Lorna was next to her. His dimples, gap-tooth smile, and the way his ocean blue eyes squinted. It just felt eerie. Soon, Gracie slowly made her way next to Alma, watching her take photos.

“I have my instant film camera,” she said, standing upright. “Do you want to take a few pictures with that?”

Gracie smiled excitedly. “Please?”

“Of course.”

They walked back to the table where the Polaroid sat, and Alma showed her what button to press while taking a photo of Gracie with it. The women sat down, and when Alma passed the camera to her, Gracie nervously let it slip from her hands.

“Damn it, Gracie!” Lorna scolded.

“I’m sorry,” Gracie said regretfully as she quickly picked it up.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Alma assured her.

“Here you go. I’m sorry,” Gracie said, trying to wipe dirt and blades of grass from it as she tried to pass the camera back.

“Take a picture of me,” Alma asked her. “It’ll work fine. It’s alright.” She encouraged.

Gracie sheepishly held the camera to her face, and Alma could still sense her trepidation.

“Should I pose?” She asked playfully. “Maybe like this?” She placed a flat hand under her chin, crossed her eyes, and stuck her tongue out to the side.

Gracie snapped a photo as she giggled. The film ejected from the camera, and the girl excitedly pulled it out.

“See! It still works fine. You’re supposed to leave these alone to develop instead of shaking them. But that's boring, isn't it? You can leave this though, so you can go take photos out there,” she nodded toward the yard.

“Sorry about that,” Lorna said, taking a sip of her wine. “She’s a bit clumsy. You’re really good with kids.” She had to admit.

“Eh?” Alma lightly shrugged. “I just have a lot of experience serving drunks.”

Lorna laughed. “Right! You bartended at the strip club.”

“Yeah.” Alma nodded, silently hoping the kids weren’t overhearing. “And I bar-backed for a time in St. Louis before I moved to New York.”

“Oh, so you’ve always liked the nightlife, then.”

“Mm. I guess it calls to me. Like a big neon sign beckoning me.” She lightly laughed.

“I guess I can figure that you didn’t mind that your boyfriend worked in a place like that? I don’t think I could handle that shit. Wandering eyes on tons of boobs, you know.”

“Uhm,” Alma tilted her head. She didn’t feel up for where this conversation could lead, so she just chose to lean into humor. “I mean, I looked too.”

Lorna laughed. “Well, how could you not? I suppose it’s also never boring.”

“Definitely not.” Alma raised her brows.

Lorna noticed that Alma didn’t seem all too interested in talking about the club. She was sure she'd heard and received a lot of questions about her old profession. She’s heard Gustaf speak about a few of their funny club stories, but to her, it just sounded like two 20-somethings who just refused to grow up. However, seeing them together for the first time, they seemed so removed from her perceived interpretation of them. In a way, she found them to be a little snobbish, but she was just feeling insecure. Seeing Alma’s nice clothes and her jewelry kind of made her shrink. Even from what she knew about the cushier life that Bill provided, it made her a bit envious. There was a small, nagging voice in the back of her subconscious telling her she may have chosen the wrong brother, but she internally shushed it away. Gustaf was a good man, but he was also the safe choice.

Shortly, her husband and Bill had finally emerged from the house with unlit cigarettes perched between their lips, talking out the sides of their mouths, and chuckling. Bill noticed Alma looking past Lorna as she spoke at the rain clouds moving in on the town, then focusing back on what she was saying and laughing politely. He could tell she was a little bored.

“Looks like you two brought the rain,” Gustaf said, taking a seat next to Lorna and lighting his cigarette.

As Bill lit his, he noticed a corner of the table covered with Polaroids of random shots. The grass and children's legs were off-center in the frame, along with a photo of the blue sky, a washed-out photo, and a photo of his daughter holding the soccer ball, but it was out of focus. Alma explained that she let the kids play with the camera, but he could tell. He pointed at the silly photo of Alma and she just smirked. The adults spoke a bit more as they played a card game. However, it was Bill and Alma answering their curious questions about Seattle. Soon Echo came walking over, tiredly rubbing her eyes, looking a bit pouty.

“You tired?” Bill asked her, laying his hand of cards down.

“No,” Echo said stubbornly, but her little arms reached for him to be picked up.

He gladly picked her up and sat her facing forward on his lap. Her face was covered with random streaks of dirt, which he tried to rub away with a lightly used napkin. It helped, but her cheeks remained stained. She yawned loudly and then rested along his torso.

Adults began to wrap up their game and conversation as the heavy clouds were advancing upon them and threatening to unleash rain. They were inside, inching out the front door after thanking Gustaf and Lorna for having them and saying their obligatory, 'see you later’ both knowing there wouldn’t be one. They hoped that they’d consider visiting them in Washington after telling them all about it.

“Wait a second,” Gustaf said, walking into the dining room and grabbing a shoebox from the top of a dish cabinet. “Uhm, Bill told me about your photography, and I gathered some old pictures I could find of him.” He said, passing the box to Alma.

“What?” Bill said, but he was ignored.

“It’s just that I’m sure you’ll know how to take care of them. So Echo could see them someday too.”

“Oh. Thank you,” Alma smiled at him appreciatively.

Gustaf thought she’d take a look inside, but she just tucked the box under her arm and saw her and Bill exchange a look only they could decipher. Alma would leave it up to Bill to open it whenever he felt ready to. Bill could imagine the few photos that existed inside the shoebox, as he had seen them long ago, but he didn’t feel the need to reminisce at this point in his life.

As they drove on the highway back to the hotel in Springfield, the rain was coming down. It wasn’t a harsh rain but rather a nice, fresh summer shower. Maybe one of the last before the cold fall showers to come. It felt comforting to Bill, and if he were alone, it would be nice to cruise in it. Meanwhile, Alma had her thighs tightly pressed together, feeling as if her bladder might explode. She had been holding her pee much too long, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask to use the bathroom. She didn’t feel comfortable being inside Bill’s old home alone. Even if she asked him to accompany her, she felt like it would just look like an excuse for them to debrief or talk shit in the bathroom. The precipitation wasn’t helping her situation.

"Oh, my god. Are we almost there?” She anxiously rubbed her forehead.

Bill glanced at her. “What’s wrong?”

“I have to pee.” She closed her eyes to distract herself, but the pitter-patter of the rain dinging on the body of the SUV was preventing it.

Bill wanted to ask her why the hell didn’t she go at the house, but he knew it would be useless. If he felt uncomfortable there, certainly she did too. “One more exit.” He ultimately told her.

Bill entered the hotel room with Echo in his arms, asleep, and draped with one of his light jackets to protect her from the rain. The bathroom door was closed when he walked past it. He had dropped Alma off at the entrance, and she jogged back to the room alone to relieve herself. Bill had changed Echo as she whined, but she settled once dressed in her pajamas and warmly tucked into bed. The sound of the shower being turned on caught his attention while he tried to gently wipe his daughter's stained face with a baby wipe as she slept.

He turned his head towards the closed bathroom door, and then he noticed Alma’s luggage was open and rummaged through in haste.

He got up and lightly tapped the bathroom door. “Alma?”

“Yeah?”

He turned the knob and entered. Her back was turned towards him as she washed her hair in the shower. He started to take his clothes off without a thought, just instinct. As he did so, he noticed Alma’s panties by the sink. They were cold and wet.

“Did you piss yourself?” He lightly chuckled.

She turned her head, wringing out the last remnants of shampoo suds from her hair. “No,” she rolled her eyes at him as they spoke through the bathroom mirror's reflection. “I started my period, too.”

“Oh.” He raised his brows.

“Such bullshit!” She grumbled with irritation.

She had debated on whether she should skip the placebos in her birth control pack and start a new one, especially since she’d be traveling, but she chose not to. After every one of his visits she’d make sure she was still having one, and this last month she needed to know for sure. Admittedly, she had a bit of paranoia over it. They hadn’t had a serious discussion about expanding their family yet, but there was just so much going on, falling pregnant just did not seem ideal at this point.

“Mhmm,” he said, stepping into the shower and wrapping his arms around her.

…

They were in bed with heavy eyes, feeling much better as they both helped release some tension in their bodies. They both assumed it would be a rather sexless trip, as there wouldn’t be any semblance of privacy between them. Even if they couldn’t drag it out as they would like, Bill just wanted to be close to her, even if for a short time.

Alma shifted some to get comfortable on the firm mattress and held onto his hand since Echo was between them. She looked up at him, still leaning against the headboard, seemingly looking tired as he watched late-night TV.

His chest rose as he took a deep breath. “I’ll turn it down some.” He said, feeling her gaze on him.

“Mm. It’s fine.” She said, as the TV was already at a low volume because of Echo. “Are you… fine?” She asked carefully because, of course, they were both feeling not too great, being in Missouri. They wouldn’t be fine until they left.

Bill peered down at her in thought. “Yeah. It’s just Gustaf told me something today that was a little, eh.” He said lightly, grimacing and tugging at his ear uncomfortably.

“Like?”

Bill paused, with an almost amused yet incredulous look on his face. “You noticed the boy, right? Tatum?”

“Mhmm.”

“He doesn’t look familiar? He’s my nephew. Blood related through Alex.”

“No fucking way!” She said, in a harsh whisper, in disbelief. “His eyes!”

“Just like his,” Bill nodded in agreement.

“Well. Explain to me what he said.” She said eagerly.

Bill told her just as Gustaf laid it down to him in the kitchen, and was left scratching her head about it too. She also found it odd that Gustaf had somehow gotten the short end of the stick concerning women. However, even if Lorna behaved the way she did, she was also one of the better picks in town worth putting up with.

“It’s whatever, I suppose,” Bill resigned. “But on the drive, I was thinking that if they have a kid… like we might be trash but not hillbilly trash!”

Alma put her hand to her mouth to keep her laughter at bay. “Oh god. I don’t think that’s something to worry about,” she chuckled. “She told me she got her tubes tied.”

“The smartest thing she’s ever done,” Bill chuckled. “Why the hell did she bring that up?”

“Eh, just did when we were talking,” Alma said dismissively. “Girl shit. But wow. Strathburg is way too small!” She yawned.

“Sleep,” he said, pulling the blanket up to her shoulder and taking hold of her hand underneath the covers. “We’re seeing your dad tomorrow,” he playfully taunted.

“Yeah. Luckily, the only cousins Echo has there are chickens.”

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Mickey Alteri x Randy Meeks

From film partners to sex partners

Rickey smut BTW aka randy and mickey.

Style of genre: Smut.

Also, please don't copy or steal my work. If you want to copy some of it, please give credit.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, gay kink, knife kink, bedroom sex, a little bit of blood usage, tying up, blowjob, Cock sucking, and cream pies

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It was December 9th, 1997, and the new semester had begun. Mickey Alteri was making his way to film class, and as he entered, a new student had joined. Miss Smith said to the class that this is the new student. Randy meeks make him feel welcome. Randy, why don't you take a seat next to mickey Alteri at the back, Miss Smith said. Randy sat down next to mickey and said hello, I'm Randy." Mickey replied," Hey dude, I'm mickey it's nice having someone new in this class who likes horror. So mickey, what are your favorite movies? " Randy asked ".

Mickey replied, "Halloween, Friday the 13th, The godfather part 2 and terminator 2. What about you, Randy? "Mickey asked." Randy replied with," I love Friday the 13th, chucky, Texas chainsaw massacre and stab 1. Nice picks, mickey said. Hey Randy, do you wanna meet my friend group at the sorority party tonight. Yeah, mickey, I'd love to go with you.

A few hours pass, and Randy shows up at the sorority house and is looking for mickey. Randy grabs a beer and goes outside to see mickey Alteri with some girls talking. Mickey turns around to see Randy. Hey Randy, how are you doing? "Mickey asked." I'm good, mickey. How are you?"Randy asked." I'm still a little off edge from these murders of some guy in a ghostface mask,"Mickey replied. Well, we're in a public area. we will be fine for now, "Randy replied. Hey mickey, you wanna get some drinks. Sure, Randy, let's go now. Mickey and Randy went inside the house and made some mixers with some Rum, vodka, and some coke cola. 2 hours passed, and mickey and Randy were starting to get drunk and were swaying around as they tried to walk. Randy went to the gate and threw up everywhere and fell to the ground. Everyone looked in shock and then started laughing. Mickey picked up Randy and said, "Let's get you all sobered up and safe. Mickey and Randy share a dorm room, so Mickey takes Randy to the dorm. Mickey gives Randy some water and places him on his bed.

Mickey didn't know how to tell him he was the masked killer.

Randy groans and wakes up. Mickey went over to him and told him to shush. Randy, it's okay. Go back to sleep. It's gonna be all good.

A few days passed, and mickey and Randy didn't really talk that much, but they were still very close friends. Hey Randy, you alright. Yeah, mickey, I'm good. I've recovered from the other day. Mickey started to take notes from the teacher, but Mickey kept on looking at Randy for short periods of time. Randy didn't know about mickeys secret about being a serial killer. Mickey is having this weird obsession with randy also he wants him to himself. Hey Randy, can we meet in our dorm after our classes. Yeah, Mickey, I'll come over. Mickey started to smirk as Randy was falling for his trap.

Later that day, at around 10pm randy walked through the dorm. Hey Randy, you alright. Yeah, what is it you want, mickey?. Shut the door and lock it for me Randy it's very important. Uhh, okay, "Randy replied. Good now, sit down, Randy. Remember when we were talking about the masked killer. Randy nods his head. Yeah, I do. Mickey smirks and says well I'm the killer, Randy,and you fell into my trap."

W-what, "Randy replied no it can't be. " Oh, but it is Randy, and you're in trouble. Mickey pinned Randy against the wall and picked up a piece of rope. Randy started to panic and beg mickey, please don't. Mickey ignored his pleases and started to wrap the rope around his wrists and legs. Randy whimpers in fear, trying to convince him to stop. Mickey had finished tying him up and threw Randy on the ground. Mickey pulled out his buck knife and placed it next to Randy's face. Mickey, no, please don't. Randy starts to cry and beg. Shh, Randy, this might hurt a little. Mickey clamps his hand on his mouth and slices Randy's cheek. Randy makes a muffled whimper and starts crying. Mickey licks up the blood and removes his hand.

What a good boy meeks. Now i wanted to say that I love you, Randy, and I'm obsessed. But I'm not gay "Randy says. Well, if you aren't gay meeks, then why are you hard right now? mickey smirks. Mickey unbuckles his jeans to reveal his huge dick. Mickey bends down next to Randy. Randy, open your mouth for me like a good boy. Randy opens his mouth, and mickey shoves his dick in his mouth. Randy sucks on mickey cock as mickey groans and pulls on Randy's hair. Randy gags on mickeys hard dick. Mickey saw him gagging and started smirking. That's it meeks get it all wet for me like a good boy. Randy continues to suck his cock and goes faster. Randy I'm gonna fucking cum in you. Mickeys dick twitches, and his c-men goes into Randy's mouth. Swallow it down meeks. Randy gulps mickeys cum. Now it's my turn on you meeks. Mickey undoes Randy's jeans and starts using the blood from the knife as a lubricant. Randy groans and starts to breathe heavy. Fuck mickey you're making me wet. Mickey started laughing a little. Aww, what a gay needy guy you are for mickey Alteri. Mickey strokes Randy's penis more and faster. Oh fuck I'm gonna cum mickey. Oh yes randy cum for me like a gay bitch that you are. Randy leaks all over mickeys hands. What a leaking mess you are meeks. Just for you, "Randy replies.

Now get ready for me to fuck you meeks. Mickey lined up his erected dick against Randy's ass. Mickey shoves his hard dick into him and starts to pound him. Randy moans as mickey pounds him fuck less. I'm gonna make cream pies in you, Randy, and you're gonna take it all. Randy nods his head and groans and mickey fucks him. Oh fuck I'm about to cum again randy. Mickeys penis twitches again and realises his c-men in Randy's ass. Mickey stuck his fingers in his cum and shoved it in Randy's mouth forcing him to lick it up. You're mine forever. meeks, never forget that.

I gotta go kill again. I will be back for round 2 meeks. Mickey unties Randy and leaves him on the floor.

#ghostface #scream #scream smut #smut #knife k!nk #knifeplay #bloodletting #tw blood #rope tying #randy meeks #mickey alteri #gay men

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txschainsaw · 6 months

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I've never posted here on tumblr before, so bare with me since I'm more used to making my roleplay posts on discord or reddit (and sometimes Amino) so this is a bit new to me, but I'm hoping someone would be interested in roleplaying with me, I can provide my discord handle below for anyone!

I'm nineteen years old, and I'm looking for someone my age and up. Since I don't roleplay with people under eighteen, I'm also looking for partners who love history or who are in the same fandoms as I am, who also writes to the discord character limit and beyond that sometimes, someone who's semi literate to advanced literate like I am and someone I can mirror the length of my replies off :] most of my roleplays include NSFW so please be comfortable with writing that! I also write M x F with me playing Female, M x M and I'd love to try out some F x F!

The fandoms I'm in consist of -

House of the dragon, game of thrones, texas chainsaw massacre, Halloween, my bloody valentine, Fallout four, my little pony (gen 4 and 5), my little pony equestria girls, minecraft story mode, jurassic park, ATSV/ITSV, Star wars, Call of duty modern warfare (two and three), Avatar (the blue ppl, sorry for any ATLA fans), Peaky blinders, Vikings, Narnia, AC Valhalla, AC odyssey, Marvel, The walking dead (show and game), Hetalia, Hamilton, BBC Ghosts, Yonderland, How to train your dragon, Our flag means death, Clone High and possibly many many more.

The fandoms I've put in red are the ones I'd really like to roleplay within, especially MLP with an infection AU I've been brewing! The ones in orange are ones I'm happy to roleplay!

With Historical roleplays I do want to try a time travel plot I've had on the mind, if anyone is interested in that I beg send me a message! I love time travel plots and it goes hand in hand with my love for writing historical figures x ocs! I'm super into world war two and want some more M x M roleplays with my oc Kurt and my newer oc Lucien, but I'd also love and F x F roleplay with my pilot oc Brunhilde but I'd also be happy with M x F for Brunhilde, most of my oc's play a submissive role in the bedroom, besides Brunhilde who is more dominant in the bedroom with men (more submissive with women) I have so many plots I can bring up for WW2 but I'm into more historical eras then that (most would be with historical figures however)

My discord ; maryon_a_crossss

If you're interested in oc x Canon, oc x oc, or historical figures x oc, please feel free to message me. My DMs are always open! ♡♡ Thank you for reading!

#1 x 1 roleplay #1 x 1 rp #1 x 1 discord #roleplay #historical rp #roleplay search #roleplay partner search #m x m #m x f #historical figures #slashers #fandom roleplay #double up rp #oc x canon #oc x oc #discord

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cinemagh0ul · 1 year

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Final Scr3am (FD3 x Scream crossover fic) *for Tumblr*

chapter 1: Opening Kill

Ring, ring!

"Hello?"

"Hello, Jason" a ghostly voice responds through the phone.

"Um hello do I know you?" Jason Wise responds to the caller, standing in his living room.

"You don't know me, but I know you..." The voice answers.

Jason immediately assumes it's a prank call from Kevin, he knows that quote all too well.

"You want to play a game?" Jason answers the Saw quote.

The responder chuckles, "Couldn't resist a good Saw reference, I thought you would enjoy it".

Jason also chuckles at the shift from ominous to playful, "Yeah, yeah, I thought you would end up going down that path, Kevin".

"Oh this isn't Kevin, just a person who wants to talk about scary movies. What's your favorite scary movie?".

"Cute Stab reference, my favorite movie is Black Christmas, you know this Kev" Jason replies.

"I'm not Kevin, I already told you that" the voice responds getting more impatient, "though I bet Carrie wishes I was Kevin right now".

Jason is about to continue smart-mouthing the voice until he catches the last part of what they said.

"... what are you talking about?"

"Carrie, you know, Kevin's girlfriend. I'm looking into her bedroom window right now... I'm sure she would rather her boyfriend do this than some complete stranger wouldn't you agree?" the voice responds making the conversation more sinister.

"What the fuck are you talking about, this isn't funny dude!" Jason yells at the caller.

"Why not? What's not funny about Carrie obliviously asleep in her cozy bed, whilst a psycho killer is watching her through a window, itching for the perfect moment to cut her open like a science project?" the voice coyishly responds.

Jason is overcome with fear and rage, "fuck you, I'm calling the police!". Before Jason could remove the phone from his ear to dial the police the voice yells at him.

"HANG UP IN ANYWAY AND I'LL HAVE THIS BITCH'S BLOOD TISSUE PAINTING HER WALLS!"

Jason stays on the line, he can't bare to have his friend's girlfriend die in his hands. "What do I have to do to keep your hands off her?"

"Simple, you must answer three of these horror movie themed questions correctly" the voice responds; "Answer any of these questions incorrectly, and I'm afraid little Carrie here is merely dead meat".

"Okay fine, give them to me" Jason says impatiently.

"But first let's start off with a warm up question-"

"GIVE ME THE QUESTIONS!" Jason yells.

"... Okay, okay, somebody wastes no time." the voice teases, "This franchise was based off of actual events taking place in Woodsboro, California; which franchise is this-"

"Stab! It's Stab!" Jason responds instantly.

"Easy money right?" the voice responds, "These three horror movie villains were based on real life serial killer, Ed Gein; who are these three vill-"

"Uh... Leatherface from Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs, and uh... uh..." Jason rushes, "Norman Bates from Psycho!".

"You're doing wonderful!"

"Eat shit..."

"Final question..." the voice states, "This villain is the main villain of Friday the 13th-"

"Jason Voorhees!" Jason interrupts.

"..."

"It's Jason Voorhees, I'm right".

"You would've been right if I was talking about the franchise... unfortunately I was only referring to the first Friday the 13th's killer, who was Pamela Voorhees" the voices explains.

"What no, I got that one right fuck off!"

"I'm afraid that counts as a wrong answer, Jason!"

"Fuck you!"

"Say hello to Carrie" the voices responds as suddenly, a figure crashes through the living room window. Jason jumps in fear and then examines what got thrown through the window. It was a dead body, specifically, Carrie's dead body, she was drenched in her own blood, cut open from the throat to her stomach, and had a permanent lifeless expression of pure terror on her face, she had also definitely been dead longer than the phone call started, Jason couldn't look at it any longer.

"You're parents will be awfully mad at that broken window when they get home, Jason" The voice continued to tease.

"What the fuck do you want from me?!" Jason cried, "Why give me a chance to save her if she was dead anyways?!".

"Every quiz has a trick question, this was a trick answer" the voice was more ominous, "but this isn't your only surprise".

"What are you talking about?" Jason pleaded for answers.

"Funny, your favorite scary movie is Black Christmas, yet you haven't caught on..."

Jason paused in terror.

...

"The caller is in the house". The killer pops up from the couch behind Jason and stabs him in the side of the throat, Jason stumbles over in pain holding his bleeding neck, looking up in fear as he tries to back away. The killer wearing a Ghostface mask follows until both hit a dead end. The Ghostface lands a fatal blow towards Jason in the chest...

The killing spree has only just begun.

#final destination #final destination 3 #final destination fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #scream #scream fanfic #scream au #au #crossover #final scr3am

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radiantroach · 1 year

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I'm making a body puppet for my Dragoncon cosplay.

I have a torso on my couch. A pile of hands on my coffee table. A head in my work station. And a set of legs in my bedroom.

My apartment looks like a Jim Henson Texas Chainsaw Massacre

#dragoncon 2023

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kiri-cuts · 1 year

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Gordon’s good boy getaway in Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter

“Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter” is a film stacked with true star power. There’s the scenery buffet feast that a sublimely jittery Crispin Glover chews on throughout his performance as an unfuckable nerd who is able to victoriously prove himself otherwise. Not to mention Corey Feldman’s spectacular turn as Crystal Lake’s returning champion, Tommy Jarvis –- a concupiscent adolescent who hits the puberty jackpot in the form of nubile, naked women undressing in the windows right opposite his bedroom. Well, until one Mr. Jason Voorhees inconveniently cockblocks him, that is. But such is life.

But all horny, disposable humans aside, there is another star in this movie, and he just so happens to be a rare survivor –- that good boy is Gordon, the beloved golden retriever of the Jarvis family. Historically, dogs don’t fare well in any horror movie. In the “Halloween” franchise, they’re a tasty protein hit for hulking boilersuit enthusiast Michael Myers. The Farber’s dog in “Funny Games” is the first of the family to be sacrificed for Beavis and Butthead’s entertainment. And let's not forget the little terrier who gets turned into a mushy microwave-ready meal in “Urban Legend.”

For whatever reason, Jason Voorhees –- or J-Vo, as the kids call him –- is seemingly not as keen on killing dogs as he is on destroying those damn pot-smoking, freewheelin’ youths who keep fucking too close to his mom’s grave (Manhattan included, I guess). Either that or the dogs of “Friday the 13th” simply have a good nose for trouble and know how to get out of a bad situation. Forget your final girls –- this franchise is all about final canines.

In “Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan,” for instance, a poor border collie named Toby gets dragged onto the world’s weirdest school cruise where it knows better than to stick around to be sliced and diced by the water-logged brick shithouse on deck. Upon arriving in Manhattan, Toby wastes no time with heroics and gets the fuck out of there while the humans he’s kicking it with get preyed upon by the horrors of New York City … and, to a surprisingly lesser extent, by Jason. Toby makes a brave return to his owner right at the end of the film, presumably after taking in a Broadway show and a few slices of $1 pizza.

In “Friday the 13th: Part 2,” a goofy Shih Tzu named Muffin likewise takes a convenient stroll away from the scene murder-thon long enough that she may or may not evade Jason’s butchering. Whether or not she’s successful is a source of heated debate. On the one hand, what looks to be the mutilated remains of a fluffster are discovered in the woods, along with her fave boss bitch accessories –- an adorable hair ribbon and a jingle-bell collar so she can announce herself everywhere she goes (a terrible choice for surviving a slasher, honestly). It’s nice to see her shuffling back onto the screen at the end of the movie –- I cheer every time –- but most fans argue this entire end sequence is little more than a dream sequence. But real or imagined, my girl Muffin returns, okay? And that’s that.

In “Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter,” Gordon also knows what's up. While he sticks around long enough to earn his loyalty badge over at dog camp (I imagine), once the bodies start piling up in his family home, ol’ Gordon doesn’t fuck around. Like many of the final girls that have come before and since this smart golden retriever launches himself through the top-floor window of his family home and to safety. Some say if you close your eyes in New Jersey during a crisp Summer’s night, you can still hear the high-speed gallop of his paws as he bets against humanity to instead save himself (good call).

Smashing through a window as an escape is a legit final girl move –- one beloved by the likes of Sidney Prescott in “Scream” and Sally Hardesty in “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” (in fact, that grand slam of a survivor does it twice in one movie). So, it’s no surprise to see Gordon holding his own in “Friday the 13th: Part 2” as the film’s true final girl. Move over, Tommy Jarvis! Gordon Vs. Jason is coming.

The “Friday the 13th” wiki page –- a website I have no reason to believe is anything but 1000% reliable on all matters of fictional canon –- states that Gordon definitely survived the movie. At least, that’s apparently the case according to the “Friday the 13th” game which suggests that authorities found the survivor pooch and returned him to the Jarvis family afterward (or what was left of them, at least). However, Tommy never mentions his bestie again in the two other films that the character shows up in. Nor does he join him on a single on-screen adventure. Maybe Gordon was old? Maybe he had worms and wasn’t up to the journey? Who knows.

What I do know is that the dog’s savvy in jumping through that window and getting to safety is maybe the greatest and smartest move of any character in the “Friday the 13th” franchise. In my heart, I envisioned Gordon running for days, train-hopping between states, and finding nice countryside retreats to live out his best days in after jumping into the back of some arl’fella’s truck. If you keep moving, he’d say to himself between giant bowls of free kibble, then the psychos can’t get you. If you keep running, then the poochie-PTSD can’t find you, either. Smart boy. Good boy. Woof.

Every few months, Tommy would receive a crusty postcard depicting a vague scene of Americana bliss. Vegas, Texas, Ohio –- all reduced to something sepia and burnt-looking. On the back would be the illegible scrawl of the golden retriever who got away –- “Dear Tommy,” it would read. “Another new town. Luckily, no shortage of lonely women here and so the kibble keeps flowing heh. Staying clear of hockey masks. The papers say it might rain this Summer. Here’s hoping. Look after yourself - Gordon.” Leaving his paw print as his sign-off, Tommy’s long-lost best friend would live to bark another day. The true star of the show, and the franchise’s greatest survivor.

ki-ki-ki-ma-ma-ma...

#friday the 13th #the dogs of friday the 13th #dogs in movies #dogs in horror movies #horror movies

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fkyumerica · 6 months

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that family made all the food too

then they had another son

commodus

and hid it

then the black got the ocean vacation spot as their own home

to shut up

chris thinks she is sucking on everything

breathing

screaming

fucking

she thinks she is giving oral to anyone around her

and gets nothing for it

and nothing is existing in her life

only sucking

eddie murphy with his legs shot off was it

what was talking

thought i had to do it to mate

she said it

them he leaves them alone

black young looking wife still her

and

oral orgasm photos of just a mouth online

for their kids to see ti i show it to him after and say hey yea

or its a girl and we fuck in the bedroom after hey 2 who caares

years old

and that long too woo hoo do it i thought of it

then i leave for the mouth

and there it goes

LOUUUUUUUUUUUd then quieter

each time we talk

breaaaaaaaaaaaaathe

then dont hear it again

organ

mrrrrrrrrOOonohhhmrmmmmrmmmm

did they say words

ever

now they make food to put their pubic hair on

all of them

and we had sex yyou get it

eat it too

wife says it

and now

fuck her

i fuck your wife

said the word at me

go ahead

and say it

im taller than you i won

and each time she says it i do too

mimic

what

my dad too i got the head

now on all fours i eat you here

pubic

now down

and me

oralll

aand oral put it up to my face then down here too now you eat it

and look like this too i had a face lift

ooh suckin git all out good too

i did not like food

and how to shoot someone is all food there is

and what black wife

young

me too ooh

fuck you

youtube

then we fuck her the old woman looks the same doing it and my face lift-the boy touching her said it, he is 6 years old

oldest woman lives inside, guy lives outside, boy lives around outside, and the backyard

i am 17

went with the old woman

now i look like this

and sister

whole hand in it

i walk around press door bells

i wanna ufck you too!

youtube

and its her

neighbors "mom"

youtube

and her husband

john wayne gacy

played this game the whole time

suck out their asshole

19:32 of the other video, fred fucking her

two timmys out of her

and hey brett send them in

to inbred with her

and he will hodld up something in the house

the black guy

her husband

for like 20 minutes

texas chainsaw massacre was her mom

aunt roses

she was in the photo

inbred with beths family everyday and lived together

that black guy lived in a car

youtube

they would punch anyone not living in a house doing it

and scream

the women

the men

kids

infants

premature

grab it and do it

they would lay down and show their ass

he says off moves for the guys to do

lay on your back

get up

wave

youtube

and kill your dog again, him and 4 men be the thing, then first part of video is aunt rose/teresa her name in that house to go in

then 5 on the animal, she tells them to leave

yea kurgan

each of tthem

no you cant leave and have a relationship you have one with me

and he goes under and fucks all the men

and the woman go in her room

and beth-well i got another boyfriend

she says it

and amanda do me

so sshe jumps on john wayne gacy and does it

can you get another boyfriend? yea. well heres another guy

ask him to leave faster than me

so he rides a racing motorcycle

crotch rocket

to dump her

shits on it

then a "tiger" to that boy in the photo of the video

didnt get him from her hes wild

and i can send in a cow to fuck the guy you just fucked-aunt rose/teresa

to amanda

curve inn

hoe grab, hold down, and on it rape

aunt rose, chris, beth, amanda

they do it and say it

to whoever

and demise

amber says it in another relationship

agnes says reent

in another house out the door

is amber your mom with that disturbed guy

whoa 1 in a million

youtube

him and his dad james, 3 generations after

"and had kids take out some loans and live"

they told everybody who did it and they all look the same after doing the same thing

smaller eyes did it 8, 9, and 10 times

now meet the male inbred

then it was apacolypto

so crazy

forward and back in to it

concerts

wtf

and his mom with a fake chainsawa

they only talk to the one they inbred with

what did you take male or female

they would dump like 50 infants out of a garbage can on a guy

the smell of diapers was them fucking it

and they put their dicks in feed products for one

no one had one or bought it

each family is it

white tattoo guy, mexican dad

his blacck dad

and now outside

and mexican is inside

we shit in your food too right we dont fuck

i thought id be the guy you talk to

and talk for us

princess

is this chris. and same face lift. come back. they all look the same. go up and look. look up. he will fuck you.

yea stole it from a cop to do it, contract extension

detroit lions give dan campbell, gm brad holmes contract extensions

LOCKED UP!

they are all locked up so they stand there

mexican dad in house, he is mission

and their son

always gay and with her hide her as a child now

disturbed with amanda

and her dick sister mom on the left

and in the front courtney

says he is sean

is this thriller

aaand his wife and sucker anne marie is the male and front inbred living with her to piss her off, brett/alix

old photos can look new

they had them then too, digital

then hide him young with her, their "family" and hide the drug family with a gay transvesdite attacking everyone leading whoever which ever way with drugs and what ever dick too, then hide his dick gay son, then hide as a younger family again boat people anne marie/katherine/amber then hide the gays, then super drug lord, then super gay school, they hide in school the most right, and the fake president trump, then gay beach shit yea we live in south bay, that guy to date and his gay hurting relationship family member then her older drunker hornier family member, then it keeps going aback to the beach then gay, then railroad we better go back, then apacolypse shoot us all. and about this time did he or didnt he. what you just asked. go. fucked. the kids. go shoot him. did yea dont no. so we come over. trans and kevin. him. he has a kid he's been it. then later he walks. if his dad is dead. yea me. ex trans. and the life cycle of a dad. and a mom. on drugs. after it happens. and turns into mission inbetween gays. hides as their black. hey come here live in it. then more foreigners are them. go in the swamp. fuck. what do you want. and only them had kids too. how many time she do it. i dunno 85. how many times we do it i dunno they died what the fuck yea we did it agian. more kids. what school im gonna be a teacher. the mom is a anne marie. younger gwen. and he always thought gwen was hot. and whats it gonna be this time.

jack osbourne is always the under age dad, and will always be four with him. and take two the other dad my best friend and he always takes care of them. then they both do drugs and fuck all the kids. and your new gay dad. jack who cheated with her? porn star woo wait my mom?

the crazy drug place to fuck all of them then hey church after attack, and that is danny zucco/tommy dixon/alix

#Youtube

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loveandmurders · 2 years

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His favourite feast

Hello everyone, this a new fanfic for another of my favourite husbands: Thomas Hewitt from Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

The poor boy needed some enjoyment and relief after a day of hard work with Hoyt being awful to him.

Hope you’ll enjoy it as it’s different from what I did so far :)

Also female reader, with no description (not even for the outfit)

Warnings: NSFW (light bondage, oral, woman receiving), hurt and comfort, Thomas being insecure, mention of murders, one or two strong words

You were in your nightgown, waiting for your husband, Thomas Hewitt, with a book in your hands. You had no idea where he was, as he had disappeared with Hoyt a few hours ago. You were desperately trying to focus on the words laying in front of you, but your mind was always going back to your missing husband. You were so worried for him. You had no idea what you would do if anything happened to him. He was the happiest thing that ever happened to you, even if he couldn’t understand it.

You couldn’t stop checking the time and as soon as your husband entered your shared bedroom, you quickly put the book down on your night table, and got up to meet him in the middle of room. By his body language, you could tell he had a very shitty day, even worse than you thought. You hated the defeated look on his face; it was breaking your heart because you knew how hard Thomas was always trying.

You looked up with pure concern written all over your face. But he didn’t even look at you, just staring at the floor, not moving anymore. You sighed as you slowly moved closer to him. The day had started pretty badly with Hoyt yelling at him because Thomas was getting distracted by some good morning cuddles with you. Then Hoyt thought Thomas wasn’t working hard enough during the day, even though he barely took a break to drink the lemonade you brought him. And finally one of the victims escaped and both Hoyt and Thomas had to skip dinner to go find the man before he could escape them. You had eaten in silence with mama, both worried for your boys and hoping everything was going to be alright.

You were relieved to see him back, even though it was quite late.

“Hey, baby” you whispered to him but he didn’t say anything. He was probably feeling even worse because he had kept you awake. He hated it when he was unable to take care of his wife like his mama taught him to. You knew he was thinking he was a failure right now, and you needed to do something about it.

You gently moved closer to him again, trying to not scare him away. He never pushed you away, but he could sometimes shy away from you when his insecurities would drown him, like that night.

“Can I undress you?” you softly asked him and he shook his head. You frowned at that, and you hoped he wasn’t hurt and trying to hide bruises from you. You quickly scanned his body to make sure the blood on his clothes wasn’t his. Once you were positive your big boy wasn’t bleeding, you cupped his face. He still refused to meet your eyes and you understood he was ashamed of what happened today.

“You’re not hurt, love?” you asked and he shook his head again. But you could only half believe this man. He would sometimes let his body bleed and hurt just to punish himself for not having been enough.

“You know Hoyt is an asshole. The family wouldn’t survive without you. You’re the family provider and you’re doing a great job at that.” you tried to smooth his pain away. He shook his head. He couldn’t believe that.

“You got the man?” you asked and he nodded. You smiled, “See, you’re doing good.” you insisted. He finally looked up at you and pointed at you and then at the clock to let you know that if he had been good, you wouldn’t be up at such hours. You continued to smile at him and gently shushed him.

“Come on, love. I’m your wife, I just got worried about you. I wanted to make sure you were going to get back home” you replied. “I wouldn’t have married you if you weren’t good enough, you know.” you continued but he wasn’t fully believing you. He more than once thought that one day you would realise you did a mistake by marrying him, and he would wake up to an empty bed with your ring discarded on the pillow. The man was scared to lose his sunshine, no matter how many times you would reassure him.

“You don’t want to take a shower? And then we could go have some rest?” you murmured, not sure what to do for him to agree to take care of himself. He didn’t answer.

“You’re not hungry either?” you continued to ask, not too sure what to do to make your husband feel better. He didn’t answer either, and you could tell he did want a shower and some food but he was beating himself up for all the wrong things that happened today.

But you got an idea.

You gently let go of his face, even though he sofly shivered and whined at the loss of contact. You took one step away from him and in one movement, you let your nightgown fall on the ground. You were suddenly all naked in front of him, in your whole glory. Thomas couldn’t stop himself from looking at your body as if you were a little goddess, which you were to him. You saw him softly blushing as he finally averted his gaze away from you. But you weren’t going to let him in peace so easily. You walked back to him and grabbed his hands in yours before guiding them on your hips. He obediently touched you and finally looked down at you.

“Kiss?” you whispered and you tilted your head. You knew he couldn’t deny you that. He didn’t hesitate; his lips were soon on yours. He was always slow and passionate. You didn’t like it when his mask was in the way but he was feeling too insecure for you to push your luck that much. He pulled apart when both of you needed some air.

“Don’t you think I could be a nice snack for you?” you asked as you shamelessly pressed your body against his. He blushed even more and stayed silent, too shy to answer his goddess.

“Oh really? I’m not attractive enough?” you asked. You knew that it would necessarily have him reacted. He couldn’t stand the idea of you thinking you weren’t pretty, smart or simply perfect. He quickly shook his head and groaned as he brought you closer. He peppered your face with soft kisses to let you know you were the most attractive woman he ever saw in his whole life.

“Come” you coaxed him. You guided him toward the bed before you laid down. You opened your legs to invite him between them. He watched you for a little while before looking away again. You knew Thomas too much so you could tell when he was being shy, in bed, because of his insecurity or because he wanted something and had no idea how to ask you for this. And this time, he clearly wanted something.

“Yes, baby?” you asked as you moved on your elbows to have a better look at your husband.“I’m your midnight snack, you can have me the way you want” you reassured him.

He didn’t move or say anything for a few instants before he went into your wardrobe to get some rope. He didn’t look at you as he showed you and you tried your hardest to not blush as well. Thomas wasn’t often asking you to tie you up, only when he was really upset and very worried about losing you.

You spread your legs even more and brought your arms against the headboard. “Go ahead” you allowed him and you couldn’t hide how aroused you were. You loved to be eaten out by him, his thick tongue doing wonders on you. And knowing you wouldn’t be able to hide from it was making you all hot and bothered.

He walked to you and started to tie up your hands on the bed before doing the same with your ankles. You were a perfect inverted Y. You tried your bounds and realised you were unable to move anymore. He also tied a piece of clothes over your eyes; he was going to remove his mask. Even though you had been married to him for years, sometimes he still felt too ugly for a goddess like you, and he preferred you to not see him. You pouted at that but didn’t say anything. You knew it would make the pleasure all the more intense anyways.

Your sex was glistening in the dimmed light of the bedroom and you tried to listen to his movement. You felt him kneeling in front of your opened legs and you shivered in anticipation. You also heard him removing his mask and letting the piece of leather fall on the ground. You couldn't wait.

It seemed he couldn’t wait either as his hands were soon on your body, exploring you, and his mouth was suddenly attached to your sex. You bit your lips to keep quiet as his tongue was eager to go to work. His tongue started to taste your lips, sucking on them and nibbling as well. You let little moans escape and you tried to move your hips. But his hands pinned you even more to the bed, making sure you couldn’t do anything against the onslaught of pleasure about to crash over you. You surrendered instantly, knowing Thomas needed you to be docile, and not your cheeky self right now. Anyways, all thoughts you could have dissolved the instant his tongue moved in between your lips and found your clit. His fingers moved to keep your lips apart as he started to suck on your clit. You whined his name as you grabbed the rope. He nibbled, sucked and licked at you. You needed to stay quiet to not wake up the house, but it was getting harder and harder, as the man was driving you crazy with the best of pleasure. Before knowing Thomas, you had never been played that way. He was caring, even in bed, and he enjoyed taking his time and bringing as much pleasure as possible to you. He was the kind of man to be passionate and yet to hold hands why making love to his partner. When you were tied up, it was the same thing, except that at some point he would snap out of reality.

Maybe it was the cannibal waking up inside of him, but suddenly he would only focus on the delicious juices falling into his mouth and forgetting he was pleasuring you out of your mind. You could tell when that was happening, because he would quicken his pace and eat you out with renewed eagerness and hunger. This was definitely arousing you to know he was enjoying your body that much.

You heard him groan and it meant he needed more wetness from you and he was ready to make you come over and over again, until he would be sated. And this was the russian roulette: he could be sated after one or two orgasms, or he could be sated after a whole night of pleasure. Either way, you didn’t mind and the aftercare was always amazing.

He quickened his pace again, his teeth gently caressing your clit before his tongue roughly licked it. Your face was all screwed up in pleasure and you unwillingly tugged on your bounds as you could only think of your slowly rising up orgasm. The more juices you gave him, the hungrier he got and the more pleasure he gave you as he always needed more. He ate you out for a little while before you whispered his name and cummed for him. You were a panting mess already but you knew it wasn’t over when you heard him hummed in approval. He let you breathe for a few instants before getting back to work.

You bit into the pillow this time or you would have screamed. You were even more sensitive than before now and each movement of his tongue on your clit was making you moan. But you weren’t going anywhere and you loved the sound of that. You were his and you needed him to know that. You wished you could see his pretty face eating you up though.

“Please, Tommy” you begged and you felt him slow down his pace to look up at you. “I wanna see you” you mumbled and you pouted some more. He moved away from your sex and crawled over your body. You could tell he was already feeling better if he was agreeing to remove your blindfold. He gently discarded it and you brightly smiled as you finally saw his pretty face. You tilted your head toward him for a kiss and he was more than happy to oblige. He passionately kissed you. You tasted yourself as he took your breath away. He finally leaned away from you, after having caressed your face and sides. He needed to get back to work. He settled back in between your legs and his mouth was back on you. His hands travelled to your chest and he started to massage them as he ate you out. It was getting hard again to stay quiet, especially when you could see your hungry husband treating you like the best feast of his life. You were a soaked hot mess by now and Thomas seemed to never want to stop. You bit your lips as you orgasmed again and thought it was time for your husband to get some pleasure too.

“Hey, baby” you whispered to get his attention. He looked up at you, no more shy about his face. “Inside of me?” you asked, unable to form full sentences after the pleasure you received from him. He thought for an instant before agreeing. After having seen you naked and pleasured out, he was painfully hard. But he wouldn’t have done anything about it if you hadn’t allowed him to.

He stood up and undressed in front of you. You scanned his body, both enjoying his strong figure and making sure he wasn’t hurt. He had some bruises here and there, but it wasn’t too bad and you were happy about it. He noticed the way you looked at him, and as he moved on top of you, he shushed you. You smiled at him.

“I’m allowed to worry about my darling husband” you said and he smiled before hiding into your neck. He really had no idea what he would do without you. You were the light of his life and he would forever worship you. He tenderly kissed your skin and stroked your sides as he was slowly moving inside of you. You were so wet that he had no problem sliding inside of your vagina. You were used to his thickness too and he always let you some time to adjust to his presence. He waited for you to nod to start to move again. When you did, his rocking motion was gentle but deep. His hungry mouth left a trail of kisses down your chest before latching on your nipples. One hand was still caressing your body, when the other found its way to your clit. Your pleasure would always be his priority when the two of you were making love. You weren’t usually a pillow queen as you loved to be on top of him and to make him lose it as well, but you sometimes surrendered to let him take care of you, especially after a very hard day for him. It made him feel he could at least be good at something: making his wife happy. And that was more than enough for him.

His pace started to quicken and your hips followed the movement. You moaned his name over and over again, telling him how good he was to you, how happy you were to be his wife, how much you loved him. Your words only gave him more confidence to quicken his pace again. But he made sure you came first. He loved the feel of your walls tightening around him as pleasure was washing over you. Only then, he could let himself go.

Once you both were finished, you were relaxed and quiet. He let himself catch his breath before quickly untying you up. He was too scared you would feel in danger around him. He took your wrists in his hands and massaged them before kissing them. He made sure the rope didn’t damage your skin. He did the same for your ankles. You knew from experience it was useless to argue, so you let him do it.

“Shower now?” you offered and this time he agreed. He helped you to get up from the bed and you walked to the bathroom, as you leaned into his side. You turned the hot water on and this time nothing could prevent your hands from checking his body. He let you do it, knowing he couldn’t argue about it either. Even though he didn’t like to worry you, he enjoyed that you cared about him that way. It made him feel loved.

You washed each other, while kissing and cuddling. He made sure you didn’t feel any kind of discomfort after your sexy time, and you made sure he was alright after today’s fights.

“All good now?” you asked and he nodded again before cupping your face and leaning your foreheads together as he closed his eyes. It was his way of saying all thanks to you.

He was all relaxed now and all he could think about was that he needed to make sure you would never leave him, even if it meant driving you crazy with pleasure.

#thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x wife #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre x reader #sheriff hoyt #hoyt hewitt #luda mae hewitt #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n

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kpop-princess-lover-18 · 2 years

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Our Little Slut

This is my first smut! (Name-calling, breeding, CNC) Don’t repost!

The party was in full swing now, everyone’s been drinking and smoking most of them have gone home the other few were in the living room and a few were in the kitchen with loud music and dancing and drinking, there were about 10 or 11 people stung out around the spacious living room eating pizza, chips and drinking and watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Randy was there so was Billy, not really paying attention to the movie, but instead seeing that someone was missing meanwhile in the kitchen Stu was watching me dance on the table, the music flowing threw the air enjoying Stu’s attention, running my hands along my body I swayed my hips, not drunk just buzzed and having a good time, Stu was so caught up in watching he didn’t notice a angry Billy walk into the kitchen eyes locked onto me then to Stu, Stu just smiled at Billy not saying a word to me Billy then disappear Stu looked back at me, as the night went on around 1am all but 5 people left, music was still playing but on low in the kitchen most of them were in the living room still watching movies, they were onto Halloween now, I got up and headed to the bathroom, the one down stairs was busy so I had to go up stairs that one was also busy, I was about to go back down stairs then I remember that Stu’s bedroom has a privet bathroom, Stu doesn’t like having people in his room but I was okay I’m one of his best friends, i went into his room shut the door and ran to the bathroom, once I finished I pulled my skirt back down washed my hands and fixed my hair a little and readjusted the fabric covering my chest, the black crop top hugged my chest perfectly, I turned to look at the back of my outfit then a knock on the bathroom door made me jump I opened it the door and no one was there, I figured it was Randy messing with me I turned to shut the light off and walk out of Stu’s room when someone grabs me from behind they put a gloved hand over my mouth and held my arms I struggled and tried to get out of the grasp but it was no use “Stop wiggling you little bunny” the voice said that made me stop I tired to turn around but was held in place, a blindfold was put over my eyes then I was then pulled over to the bed, there was another body in the room I sat on the bed and felt it dip then I was pull on top of someone’s body legs on either side of the persons bare legs I felt a cold metal underneath my skirt on my panties, they then cut them off me, I was exposed to whoever was in the room with me I was pushed down on the mans cock ”oh god she’s dripping wet” he was thick and long he stretched me open making me and him moan out I sunk down onto his length until it was fully inside me, my hands were let go and they went to the persons chest there was a cold sharp metal pressed slightly into my neck “ Ride him, make him feel good little bunny” The voice said it was the same from earlier also slightly familiar, I started to lift myself up and down, he hit such deep spots, my fingers and other toys felt good but nothing felt like this the man put his hands on my hips to help me move, he moved on hand up to play with my chest he pushed my shirt up and freed my breasts two gasps were heard “who would have thought our little whore would have her nipples pierced” the first voice said “ I always told you she was kinky dude” The other said, the one beneath me took one into his mouth sucking and playing with the metal which made me moan out he pulled me down on his chest breasts in his face hands on my hips to guide me up and down on him. This gave him a better angle he thrusted up and pushed me down he moaned I continued to ride him until he was close so was I on a deep sharp thrust “ STU “ I had moaned my best friend’s name the thrusts stopped much to my displeasure “oh you little slut, you thinking about Stu boy fucking you?” The voice said under me laughed I let out a whine and tried to grind down onto the cock but I was stopped and pushed off to the other side of the bed, there was some whispering then I was pulled into a chest and held there for a few moments then the blindfold was taken off and I was met with a grinning Stu “So you wanna fuck me bunny? Huh who would've thought “ he said raising he's eyebrows leaning forward and grabbing my shoulders excitedly causing me to look down, he grabbed my jaw making me look back up at him “Don't get all shy now baby, tell me what you want “ He said staring into my eyes, after staring at each other for a few moments I sunk to my knees “ Tell me what you want bunny” he said before I could open his pants “I-I wanna suck your cock, please Stu” I replied and started to unbutton his pants taking his length out and into my mouth his hands went to my hair and guided me back and forth pushing himself all the way back tip touching the back of my throat ” look at me baby, I wanna see those pretty eyes when I cum down your throat” I looked up connecting our eyes, he’s warm cum shot down my throat after a few moments he released my head and I swallowed, he shoved his thumb into my mouth playing with my tongue “ What should we do with her Billy?” that’s when I felt another hand on my shoulder “Up on the bed now” Billy said, they both stripped and then looked at me Billy walked up to me holding his knife “ Come on baby, take it off, give us a show, don’t be shy you weren’t earlier, dancing like the little slut you are” he said tracing my collarbone with the knife, Stu had walked around behind Billy locking eyes with me I slowly started to undress, I took my shirt off then my skirt, I didn’t have a bra on, I went to take my thigh highs off when Stu stopped me “Don’t they stay on” he said, Stu laid down on the soft carpet by his bed and pulled me to straddle his hips, he griped his length and guided it into me I closed my eyes and moaned, he was thick but he was extremely long once fully seated inside me I felt him so deep it hurt but it felt amazing, Stu let out a giggle I opened my eyes to see what made him laugh he put his hand on my lower stomach I looked down “Billy Billy you gotta see this!!” Stu said happily to his friend, Stu pulled his hand away and there was a bulge in the bottom of my tummy, Stu was thrilled “You see that she’s so tiny that I give her a tummy bulge” “Y-you’re really-too big Stu” I said still getting used to his size, he started moving he grabbed my hips, Billy turned my head to face him he pushed his cock into my mouth he gripped my hair making me moan around him “God Billy she’s so tight man” Stu said thrusting in and out “I know, such a sweet little pussy” with Stu thrusting so deeply inside of my and Billy’s heavy cock in my mouth I moaned causing Billy to thrust deeper into my throat. Bouncing on Stu’s dick while sucking Billy's cock, Billy’s hand laced in my hair with a tight grip as he cums down my throat holding me against his pelvis, once he’s finished he let my hair go and I sucked in the air “ Open, show daddy you swallowed” Billy said, I opened and stuck my tough out showing I swallowed all of his cum, “Good girl” he said causing me to tighten around Stu making him moan out “ I think the little bunny likes praise, do it again Billy” Stu said from underneath me smiling up at Billy and I. Billy grabbed my face and looked my in the eyes “ Does our sweet little girl like getting praise from daddy?” He said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow “Yes yes daddy I do please “ “Keep beggin Bunny, go on, let your daddy’s know how they’re making you feel” Stu said smacking my ass, leaning forward pressing my chest into Stu’s face which he opened his mouth and sucked on a nipple playing with the piercing “God daddy please keep going, your cock feels so fucking good inside me please please don’t stop” I begged, “Alright bunny we’re gonna try something, you trust me?” Stu said pushing me up and making eye contact I nodded “I need to hear you say it bunny” he said “I trust you daddy, I trust you both” I said looking up at Billy “Good bunny, lay back down on my chest” Stu said I did so then Billy walked around and kneeled behind me then I felt his cock pushing against my hole he pushed inside making me gasp and tighten around Stu and grip his shoulder “Oh god Billy fuck” I gasped out, he stretched me out, it was painful but it turned into pleasure as soon as he pulls in and out I started shaking with pleasure from being so filled “God I feel so full daddy! Oh God please please keep going it feels so good I'm so close” I said into Stu's ear, Billy with one hand gripped my hip then with the other he pulled my hair into a makeshift ponytail as he thrusted into me giving Stu perfect view of my tits swinging with every thrust from Billy, they both let out the most intoxicating moans “Gonna fill you up so good baby” Stu said “Cum in me please fill me please wanna fill you!” I cried out they came at the same time filling me full of their warm sticky cum, and they pulled out and fell onto the bed “Our good little slut” Billy said “All for you” I said.

#smut #billy x reader x stu #rough smut #billy loomis #stu matcher x you

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idjitlili · 2 years

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The wrong type of charmer

Steve Harrington x reader, slight Billy Hargorve x reader.

Summary: after falling for Billy's charm you agreed to go on date with him. Only to find him getting it on with another girl. Eddie quickly comes to comfort you, Steve and you begin to ' date which angers Billy as Steve is everything he hates.

Request: yes, changed a bit though.

Word count: 1939

Warnings: language, douche bag Billy. Insecure reader.

A/n: I'm terrible , I don't know how to end anything. nOT MY IMAGES , POOR COLLAGE MADE.

You knew what Billy was like, hell everyone did, it was the most obvious thing ever. He was the definition of a player, man whore, womaniser whatever you want to call it. It was incredible stupid to crush on a guy like him. Just go back to your bedroom and fantasise about Rob Lowe! Save yourself some hurt. Of course you didn't. Stupid, tight jeans , long hair and piercing eyes.

Maybe, he came after you just to cross you off, or maybe it was because you hadn't given him the time of day and he loves a challenge. Only getting you when you were caught walking home in a storm and he had offered you a ride. You shouldn't have taken the ride, should've just got struck by lightning. You had only went on one date, one date.

The date consisted him taking you to eat fast food in a middle of a random field. Texas chainsaw massacre? You wished. He had been sweet , he actually talked to you and listened. Used those cheap petnames that he used on all girls. It made things worse. At the end of the date he wanted to kiss you but you had declined, and he had asked you if you would go out with him again and again you agreed. You wished you hadn't.

Maybe, it's because he didn't get the kiss or anything further that he went looking for more. Maybe, he brought you to a random party just so he'd get caught. Which brought you to now.When you had gotten to the party with Billy he had ditched you almost immediately.

Standing the door way of a bedroom watching Billy pound into a girl. He wasn't naked no, the girl however, her clothes were ripped all over the place, exposing her to the world. Billy had heard you come in, oh you knew he did when he turned to look at you smirking , though the smirk had dropped when he realised it was you.

"Fuck you, " The words slipping out your mouth before you could think. He hadn't stopped when you left , he didn't care.

You should've known, you did know. If you wanted a hot guy that was charming and hot as fuck you should've went after Dean Winchester. He would never treat a women like Billy did.You didn't cry, as you ran down the stairs and out the door smacking into Steve Harrington.

Steve who was out of place at the party, party Steve didn't exist anymore. He'd much rather pig out on Kfc and watch a movie with his friends these days. His hands gripping your shoulders stopping you flying down the porch, his eyes latched to yours.

"Y/n?"

Steve and you were close, best friends, ever since he had became babysitter Steve. Working alongside him and Robin at family video over summer. Steve the hair Harrington had been single for a long time other than one of dates that never went well. Hard to understand why when Steve always was a sweetheart, treated women as he should, above and beyond generally. Yes, he had a reputation, King Steve. So, he liked to get it on in the bathroom sometimes, he's a bigboy it's his nature. But with you, Steve was different.

He didn't know about the date you had with Billy, you didn't think it would last ( and you were right clearly) and you knew he wouldn't approve. Let's be honest you knew you had developed a small crush on him, so seeing Billy being a douche didn't hurt as much as it could.

"Oh, hi Steve." Speaking after composing yourself, his eyebrows crunched together, shocked to see you at a party. His eyes only leaving you when the door had slammed open and Billy who was not sober had began making his way towards you.

Grabbing on Steve you pulled him with you down the steps of the of porch.

"Where do you think you're going with my girl, Harrington?" His words slightly slurred as he chugged the rest of the bear in his can before tossing it. That's a disgusting habit, littering. Steves eyes going from you to Billy, who was stomping towards you both.

"We are not together Billy, you made that perfectly clear." Steve may of not liked the words that came out of Billy's or your mouth but he still shouted a range of foul words at Billy before leading you to his car and speeding off.

"What the fuck." Glancing at you birelfy before turning back to the road, his knucles white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. You decided not reply as he was going to break out into a rant.

"What the actual fuck, y/n? Why did Billy call you his girl? Wait, Tell me you didn't sleep with him? "

"No, I didn't." Looking out the window, the streetlights lighting up the pathment, that fact was a relief to both you.

"I don't know Steve, he was sweet when we had a date. Should've known he would've go off with someone else." Resting his hand on your thigh, he squeezed gently.

"Why him?"

"You don't get it, Steve. Feeling like no one will ever like you. Christ, you're Steve Harrington, you'll never know what is it like. Who wouldn't love you. Imagine you're me and someone finally shows a little bit of interest in you. Steve, I really liked him." You explained, picking at your fingers. Latching onto the door handle as Steve sharply pulled over, eyes widening at Steve's actions. Turning to you immediately after parking.

"You, oh my, Y/n/n , you're so silly to think you're anything less than so fucking beautiful. " His voice soft as his he brings his hand up to your cheek to wipe away a stray tear, your eyes latched with his chocolate ones. His hand dropping to hold yours.

"Fuck, truthfully, Y/n. I wish weren't friends. The real reason all my dates haven't been working out, is because I can't get you out of my fucking head. I wish I had told you before you went to Billy because you deserve so much better than Billy and I. " His thumb caressing over the back of your hand as his words stumbled out into a confession.

"W-what? Are you telling me you like?" Steve tilted his head as his lips curled up into a nervous smile nodding.

Cheeks going up in flames as your stomach twisted nerves jolting as you leaned forward pressing your lips to his in a quick peck. Waiting for any reaction on his face out than his mouth gapping open.

"Tell me how you feel." His words nervous as he scanned your face, he didn't want to be used like Nancy had used him when she didn't feel the same. Pausing to ponder, you had always pushed your feelings off claiming it was just because well Steve is hot and you were attached becayse he was your friend.

"I thought I loved you as my best friend, but now I realise I love because i'm in love you." Your eyes now fixed onto your lap again, heat rushing cheeks in embarrassment.

His surprising soft hands lifting your face to meet his eyes, his lips pressing against yours for a moment before you had reciprocated , his lips moves against your. Your hands moving up Steves arms into his hair, running though the ends, his hands gripped on your waist. Pulling away for a moment.

" I love you." His lips against your against yours once more, pulling away completly, his hand interlaced with yours.

"You know what would really bug Billy?" Steve had spoke breaking the comfortable silence.

"What?"

"If Billy saw us together, he hates me and the fact I'm with someone he couldn't get," pausing to let out a hefty laugh "he'd be so pissed."

"More like he'd beat you to a pulp again. "

"You know what probably, but I'll still have you." Pressing another kiss to your lips Steve smiles softly at you.

When you say Billy next he had tried so hard to charm you into forgiving you.

"Awe c'mon, babe. We weren't even exclusive, it was one date. We could be if you just say yes." Billy had cornered you at arcade when picking Max up. His less than innocent glances towards you caused goosebumps to erupt all over your body. Choosing not to respond to Billy you had just glared at him.

"Give me another shot, I'll be the god of your orgasm, exclusively I promise."

"Oh ew, fuck off, you mullet wearing asshole. " spitting your words at Billy, his smile dropped as ducked under his arms rushing away.

It didn't stop there, there were multiple incidents where Billy had came up to you, to try convince you.

Steve had taken you to get ice cream, eating it on the hood his car, the two of you waiting for the kids to come out of school.

"Do you want to trying some of mine, it's really good and I would know I tried all the flavours at scoops." Steve had gushed, his free hand wrapped around your waist holding you tightly, your legs thrown over his thighs.

Holding his ice cream cone out for you, you had went to try it but before you could Steve pushed the ice cream into your nose covering it with icecream.

"Steve!" His laughs dying down, as his face straightened watching you search your pockets for a tissue.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll get it for you." Before you could process, Steve had pressed his lips to your nose brielfy before pulling awau and licking his lips. It didn't work at all and Steve wiped the remaining of with his sleeve.

"Nah, I'm still trying it." Latching over Steve's hand you had licked the cone as Steve watched. Unknowingly to both you Billy uad gotten there before both you ( otherwise you would've heard the car) and had been watching the whole time tapping his fingers against the door.

Steve had pulled you between his legs, one arm wrapped around you, Whispering into your ear.

"Well, looky here, huh? Really? You could've had everything, babe." Eyes widening at Billy stopd in front you, glaring.

"Yeah, don't know why anyone would want all the STDs," Steve had coughed out, lifting you from between his legs back onto his hood as he sized up to Billy.

"What did you fucking say?" Spitting at Steve he went to grab Steve's shirt, you stood in between the two pushing him back.

"Whu don't you go fuck your dad some more, you insecure little boy , you can't even handle being rejected."

Okay so your words may have been harsh and Billy was like zero seconds away from knocking you about when all the kids had rushed up to the three of you. Or maybe he wasn't maybe he was so embarrassed that you were right that.

Either way, you weren't Billy's but he would try, he would do anything in his power to sway you. But for now you were with Steve.

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