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The More the Merrier pt. 7: Ghostface! Billy & Stu x Ghostface! Fem! Reader

Hey y’all, here is the long awaited 7th chapter and it’s a big one! Hope y’all enjoy and heed the warnings! I’m so sorry this part took so long to come out I had no idea what to do- next part should be out fairly soon though now that I have an idea of what to do!

warnings: teasing, grinding, light fingering/palming, making out, tying Billy up, slight dub con? (Billy’s pretending to be asleep while readers kissing him) I’m sorry if I missed more I’m so damn tired but wanted to feed y’all, oh cliffhanger! It’s to motivate myself lol Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

You and Stu were going to attempt to coerce Billy into letting you add to the plan. But you’d have to do it sneakily. So that night, you snuck over to Billy’s house and crept in through the window as quietly as possible, without waking him up. You then went to the front door, and let Stu in. He had all the equipment- three sets of Ghostface outfits, three knives, Mr. Prescott’s phone, the voice changer, and rope.

You and Stu tip toed up the stairs back to Billy’s bedroom. “I’ll wake him up, okay?” You proclaimed to Stu who nodded rather impatiently. Then you climbed onto Billy’s bed and straddled his sleeping form, pinning his down gently with your knees.

He stirred, and you leant forward and kissed him. He moved in response. You slowly moved your kisses down, to his jawline to his neck and slowly began marking hickeys. He unconsciously tilted his neck to give you more access and you smirked. But he wasn’t waking up! It seemed would take some more action to wake him after all this.

You shrugged lightly and moved down, so you were straddling his hips lightly. You motioned towards Stu to give you the rope. He immediately gave it to you, and you saw his eyes were dark with lust, and there was a slight bulge in his sweatpants. You smirked lightly and pulled him closer to you, kissing him fiercely and he immediately grabbed your face and began making out with you. He moaned into your mouth softly, and you pulled away, hushing him gently. Pouting, he returned to standing in the corner.

You then shifted your weight to free Billy’s left arm. You grabbed it and tied the rope loosely around it. Then you held it above his head and grabbed his other arm before repeating the action, then tying them together, then to his bed post. Then you adjusted your weight again so your hips were rubbing against his.

Slowly, you ground down into him. The friction was perfect, your lacy underwear rubbing against his covers through your skirt. You leaned forward again, and motioned to Stu for the knife. He gave it to you, but let out a begging whine, giving you desperate puppy dog eyes. ‘Fuckin manwhore, he’s lucky he’s hot and cute when he’s begging,’ you thought to yourself. You pulled him in for another sloppy make out session, his hands flying to your hair, then down your back to under your shirt. You knew his next move would be to unclip your bra so you quickly pulled away with a frown. You held your hand out for the knife and he tried again to beg you for some sort of friction, but you denied him.

He finally let out a huff and gave you the knife. You kissed him on the cheek and he moved to kiss you on the mouth but you turned away to hear another huff. You rolled your eyes, that needy fuck.

You slowly began to trace the knife across Billy’s skin. Across his jawline as you gently began to kiss him again. How has he not woken up yet? You kiss him fiercer, and you feel him kiss back ever so slightly. You internally laugh at his fatal mistake and grind your hips down into his HARD. His hips automatically buck up and he lets out a moan. You giggle against his lips, and his eyes fly open, realizing his mistake.

“Ooh, you finally awake now Billy boy? I’ve got a surprise for you…!” You tease. He blinks slowly and immediately tries-and fails- to move his arms.

“W-what?” He exclaims quietly, fighting the rope. You giggle softly.

“Mhm, Stu got his turn didn’t you want yours? Or no? Stu and I can always just go back to his place…” you trail off, smirking at the brunette under you. You feel Stu behind you, placing his head on your shoulder and wrapping his long arms around you. You lean into his touch ever so slightly, and roll your hips into Billy’s once more.

He gasped lightly, and immediately tried to cover it up. You smirk at his response. You feel Stu kissing up and down your neck, silently begging you for attention. You let him continue while you continue to tease Billy. “I-uh- n-Oo, fuck!” He stutters out as you continue grinding into him, rolling your hips. “I- I need you!” He begs, staring up at you with doe eyes. You’re about to respond when Stu sucks harshly on your neck, reminding you he’s here and dragging your attention back to him.

You get off Billy, and detach Stu from you. “go on, strip!” You encourage the blonder one. “Strip him more too,” you add as an after thought. As Stu wriggled out of his clothes, you cut Billy’s shirt off. He lets out a whiny complaint, but you felt him twitch under you.

You get off the bed and pull your shirt over your head and your skirt down your legs so that your left in your lacy black lingerie set.

Meanwhile, Billy and Stu are left in just theur boxers, arousal clear from their matching erections. You internally cackle at that, knowing the effect you have on them. Both are practically eye-fucking you, eyes dark with lust, pupils completely blown, and pleading. You sashay over to the pair, letting your hips swing back and forth, feeling their eyes following the movement.

You crawl across the king-sizes bed to Stu, and climb into his lap. He smirks satisfactorily, proud he won you over billy. He pulls you closer to him, grabbing your hips and grinding up into you. You gently lean in and whisper into his ear “I wanna fucking break him. Make him beg, cry, even.” You can tell he’s shocked by this but once you pull back he grins widely and pulls your panties to the side, fingers swiping up your slickness. You move your legs farther apart and palm him through his boxers. Two can play at this game.

“Not if I make you beg first,” he grins wider.

You raise an eyebrow at that statement. “And if I make YOU beg first?”

“then you win and can do whatever you want with me,” he whispers seductively into your ear.

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Dark Habits | Billy and Stu x Reader

Warnings: petnames, (babe by stu, and baby by billy) Smut, consensual but not very safe, cheating, knife play, consensual cutting of the reader by the boys, fear play, oral (fem receiving), oral (m receiving). P in V, pussy slapping

anonymous asked:

I really liked your POV from the last ask, and I got inspired with a smut request from it if you're interested

Reader is Billy and Stu's childhood friend. She was there when they started having this sick fascination with gore and death and even "hardcore" interest when puberty hit them, making her end up being their "friends with benefits ", she isn't aware of their plan so when  they got Tatum and Sydney as girlfriends she expected them to stop thier secret relationship but they still came back to her even though she knows it's bad to cheat, but they come back to her not only because they are obsessed with her and love her but also because she is the only woman who can handle thier Dark sexual habits, the fear with billy  and the inflicting pain with stu.

a/n: im still struggling to figure out whats wrong with me but i felt bad for not posting, so i found this is my drafts and rushed to finish it up so im sorry if the end sucks its also not edited to again im sorry.

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You’ve been their friend since before you can remember. You were there for everything. When their obsession with horror movies grew stronger. When your play fights got a little too rough, and they seemed to enjoy your fighting a little too much. 

The first instance you could remember was when you were eleven years old. Billy and Stu were twelve. You had found a movie in your older siblings room.  You can’t remember the title now but what you do remember was when it started, and got right off into the murder. It was intense, it looked a little too real but stu still complained about how blood wasn’t really that color. He’d been hunting plenty of times with his dad, when he was home, and knew what blood and insides looked like. 

Billy though, was a different story. He seemed entranced, and even licked his lips at a close up of the victims face as she was being murdered. 

Stu was ecstatic that he found a good movie that he hadn’t seen. They both loved it, maybe a little too much and that’s probably why the memory stuck with you. 

The memories only got more and more intense from that one. The next instance was when you were fourteen. You were in the living room of Stu’s house, Billy sitting on the couch, and you and Stu were wrestling on the floor. He eventually got you down, your hands pinned above your head. He was squeezing your wrists a little too tight, and you winced. He grinned at this, and squeezed tighter.

“Ow Stu that hurts,” You whined, attempting to kick him off you. Billy’s attention was now on you and Stu, and Stu’s grin only widened. When he squeezed even tighter, fear flashed across your face. Billy had a frown on his face, but his eyes shone with something you’d never seen before. 

“Stu, seriously that hurts.” You were serious now, and he quickly snapped out of it, letting you go and helping you up off the ground. 

That moment you knew something was off about your best friends. It freaked you out a bit, the way Stu smiled at your pained sounds and Billy’s eyes when he realized you were afraid. 

That wasn’t the last incident. But as you grew older, and learned more about your sexual desires, you realized you weren’t like other people. When watching movies with Stu and Billy, you often found yourself watching intently as the killer would tease their victim with the knife, dragging it across their chest or arm just to see them squirm. You wondered what it would feel like, what it would be like to be so afraid and at someone's mercy. 

You let it slip before you could even think. 

“I wonder what that would be like.” You immediately grew red. Both Stu and Billy looked at you, staring intently.

“Wanna try it?” Stu asked all of the sudden. Billy smacked him on the shoulder.

“You can’t just ask that, fuckrag.” Billy seemed a bit angry at Stu for suggesting it. 

“I mean..” You trailed off, eyes pointing towards the screen in front of you. 

“Wait, you’d actually want to?” Billy was shocked. And you tried to subtly rub your thighs together. Stu’s hand suddenly met your thigh, and you jumped, not expecting him to notice your minuscule movements. 

“I think she wants it, Billy.” Stu’s cheshire grin was wider than you’d ever seen it before, and his eyes met Billy’s. They exchanged looks and it was all history. 

That night changed your life. You’d laid down in Stu’s bed, and he brandished a pocket knife from his pocket. He trailed it from your collarbone and down to your thigh. You tried to hide how hot the cold metal against your skin made you feel.  When he cut your shirt off, you’d gasped. Billy stared at your face, watching your eyes change from fear, to excitement to fear again. God did he enjoy it. 

That started something between the three of you. You were in a sort of “friends with benefits” situation, though you never really clarified anything. It was heaven while it lasted, but soon Billy got with Sidney, and Stu started dating Tatum. You assumed the situationship was over, but how wrong you were. 

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You're sitting on your bed, it must be around midnight. There’s a tapping against your window. You don’t normally lock it, because before Sidney and Tatum, they liked to sneak in through your window. It added a certain fear into the situation, you never knew when they planned to bust into your room and take you as they pleased.

 When they started dating the girls, you started locking it, worried that anyone could take advantage of your unlocked window. You assume the tapping sound was just the wind, but it got quicker in succession. So you stand, and walk to the window, looking out. You’re met with a disheveled looking Stu, and a frustrated looking Billy. You unlock and slide open the window. 

“What are you guys doing here!” You whisper-yell at them, your arm resting against the healing marks underneath your clothes. Stu shoves you aside and makes his way into your room, Billy follows. 

“We wanted to see you, duh.” Stu grins at you and Billy smirks with a look you know all too well.

“No, no,” You pause, watching them. “You’re with Sidney and Tatum. We can’t.” You insist. 

Billy puts a frustrated hand through his hair, and you look at him, realizing that he’s hard in his jeans. 

“There’s this whole thing…” Stu trails off.

“What, Stu?”

“Well- I was with Tatum. And we were gettin- y’know.” He makes a gesture that tells you that they were fucking. 

You raise an eyebrow, your chest tightening at the thought of him and Tatum together. “When- uh. We were doing it, all I could think about was you, and how you look underneath me with my knife to your chest.” Stu’s hands make contact with your throat, his thumb resting right on your pulse point. Your heart beats faster at his confession, and you're sure he can feel it. 

“Oh,” Your eyes flutter closed, and you take a sharp inhale of breath. 

“We want you, Baby,” Billy’s voice is pleading. “Just forget about the girls, just for tonight.”

“You’re the only one who understands us, who will take everything we give you and thank us for it.” Stu stops to take a deep breath. “We love you, more than anything..or anyone”

You give in allowing Stu’s lips to connect with your own. Billy moves, removing his shirt as Stu backs you up towards the bed. The back of your knees connect with it, and Stu pushes you to fall onto the softness. He gets out of the way, allowing Billy to crawl in between your legs. 

HIs lips meet yours and his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You don’t open, you know how much he likes it when you resist. His hand comes to your jaw, pressing his fingers in between the joints and your mouth opens. He slips his tongue inside, wrestling yours. 

You don’t even notice as Stu pulls off his shirt, and pulls out the pocket knife he knows to keep in his pocket when he’s coming to see you.

Billy’s lips leave yours to grip the hem of your shirt and pull it up and over your head.The bandages across your hip come off next. Billy moves to pull off your pants and Stu straddles your thighs, pressing the knife against the skin of your other non-marked hip. 

You hiss when he presses down, the knife cutting the skin of your hip. He groans when blood bubbles up to the surface, and he uses his thumb to smear it across the skin. He makes another one, quick but thin and leans down to lick it softly. Billy’s lips meet your neck, sucking harshly against the soft, supple skin.

Billy moves away from your neck and switches places with Stu. He quickly makes work of pulling down your underwear. Billy throws your legs over his shoulders and dives in, eating you out like it’s his last meal. He laps at your clit, his pointer finger going to your hole, and pushing inside you. 

Suddenly, Stu is pressing the knife against your neck, and you quake in fear. Your thighs shake with stimulation as Billy looks at you through his lashes from between your thighs. 

Stu shushes you when you open your mouth to speak, and trails the knife from your throat down between your breasts. He continues moving the knife down, and then he makes a particularly deep cut across your stomach. 

It shocks you, he’s never done that before. Always in one spot so it’s easier to hide, and never that deep so it doesn’t scar as badly. This time, he’s trying to mark you, claim you as his. Because even if he has Tatum, he still wants you.

Billy stops completely, making you whine at the loss. He shimmies out of his pants and boxers, leaving him completely bare in front of you. He crawls between your legs, sitting back on his heels and pulling you against him. Your legs go over his hips, your cunt pressing against his hard cock. 

Stu pulls off his pants and boxers as well, grabbing his cock and pressing it to your lips. You open up, allowing him to slip it in your mouth.

“Good girl..” he groans as his dick is wrapped in the warmth of your mouth. Billy gets jealous, as you’re staring into Stu’s eyes, seemingly forgetting about him. So he slams into you, making you moan around Stu’s cock. 

“F-fuck,” Stu stutters, moaning as you work your tongue around him. 

Billy pushes into you with quick, hard thrusts. You whine in pain as Stu’s fingers wrap in your hair, and he pulls on it, hard. Billy’s fingers slip down to play with your clit, before he pulls out completely, laying a quick smack against your cunt and then slipping back inside you. You moan in pain and pleasure, the sound vibrating against Stu’s cock.

 He groans softly, shallowly thrusting into your mouth. He pulls out, with a pop sound. He strokes himself in front of your face for a moment, and then pushes back into your mouth. 

Billy twitches inside you, rubbing your clit with his thumb. He thrust into you even harder, while you hollow your cheeks around Stu’s cock. Stu quickly falls apart, twitching inside your mouth and then releasing his spend. He grips your jaw, pulling out while Billy continues. 

Stu pries open your jaw, and looks at the white substance as it trickles down your chin. He pushes your jaw shut. 

“Swallow.” You obey, and then open your mouth to show him. 

Billy falls apart quickly after, pulling out and cumming on your pussy. 

They both fall on seperate sides of you, laying there. They pull you into their arms, and Stu closes his eyes. 

Billy laughs, watching how quickly Stu falls back into the same old routine. 

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billy loomis smut but like sorta fluffy yk??<3 love ur acc btw !!

OMG! THANK YOU SM! That means a whole lot to me, and I love writing for billy loomis !!

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TEAR YOU APART !

Billy loomis x reader fluff+ smut

Warnings: he's much nicer in this and he actually cares about the reader!!

A/n: this is short because I wanted to keep this all short and sweet.

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You have been upset all day. Your boyfriend hasn't been home and you have felt like absolute shit. You missed your boyfriend. You lived to be around him whenever he wasn't killing but whenever he was ,,, you hated him.

You open up the door to your mini apartment to see billy laid long ways on the couch. He was only wearing his boxers and socks.  "Well hello there beautiful.." he said, turning his head to look at you.

You walked over to him and began getting ontop of him so yall could cuddle.  Billys heart felt warm as he noticed you wore a You laid down on him, putting you head on his chest. "Bad day?" Billy asks smirking. "Yes, very. "

Billy's eyes shot wide. "Can I make it better?" Billy said while thrusting his hips up. You whined in his ear, egging him on to continue with the thrusts. His pace fastened. "Just fuck me already...." you huffed. "Fine." His fingers trailed down to his own boxers and your panties. Pulling them down.

"I love you. I will take so much care of you babygirl..." he groaned. His length found your folds, sliding up and down with the pace of his thrusts. He held onto you, hugging your hips. Your hands curled around his arms and neck.

You leaned down, planting a kiss as he fully entered you. Billys hands left your hips and back, how going to your breasts. His grip was soft and comforting for once. His thrusts slowed down, making you wince. He began to pull you and whenever he did he decided to cum all over your stomach and boobs.

You laid on his naked chest, too tired to get up. You felt comfort. You felt at peace whenever you were with him.

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Okay so today was so rough for me lol it made me think of something fluffy. How would (brahms, billy loomis, Mikey myers, Thomas hewitt, and sinclair bros) react to their S.O who is so exhausted they just break down crying in front of them? Happened to me today fuck lol 😆

Omg I'm so sorry! I hope you feel better!!!!!

SLASHER SUPPORT !

Slasher x reader fluff

Warnings; none!

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Brahms

You huffed while walking down the steps to the kitchen. You had just woken up from a nightmare and it was one of the worst ones you have had in a while. Out of the corner of your eye you see brahms standing infront of the stove, presumably making himself eggs.

Brahms turned around and stared at you. He noticed how upset you seemed. "Are you okay y/n?" He says as he hugged you. You began tearing up. You never seen brahms care this much about anything. "What happened?" He whispered hugging you tighter. "Bad dream." He released you from the hug and gave you a look. "I'm sorry."

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Billy

Billy knew as soon as you came home from work you were upset. It was just the way you looked. You looked worried like you has just been told some very bad news. Before you walked away you heard Billy. "Hey y/n!" He yelled almost jumping up from the couch to go and talk to you.

"Y-yea?" You wiped your tears as you turned around face to face with Billy. "Are you okay," billy said before patting the couch, telling you to come sit with him. "Tell me what's wrong. Now. If someone said something to you. I'm not afraid to cut someone. " Billy smirked.

Michael myers

Michael watched throught your window as you put your keys on the holder, and immediately sat down. You turned off the light before he could tell what you were doing. His eyebrows raised in confusion as he heard crying come from your room. Michael decided to go find out what's wrong and help you.

He walked into your room, shutting the door behind him. "What's wrong?" You nearly jumped out of your skin as you heard him talk. "Nothing." You said in the saddest tone. "Well, y/n." There obviously is something wrong because why are you acting like that??" His smirk turns into a frown. He could sit and listen for hours.

Thomas hewitt

Thomas knew that you were having a tough time. He could see it in the way you held your shoulders and how you avoided eye contact with everyone around you. He knew that you needed someone to confide in, someone to offer you a comforting presence.

Thomas walked up to you and took your hand offered you a gentle smile. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. You was hesitant at first, but eventually nodded you head.

You talked to him and vented throughout the day. Thomas took a deep breath. "I'm sorry you're going through this," he said. "But I want you to know that you're not alone. I'm here for you, and I'll always be here to listen whenever you need someone to talk to."

Sinclair brothers

You went down to the gas station to talk to bo. You were severely upset by what one of the tourists said. The tourist made fun of you, and now your gonna go vent to bo. You walked all the way down to Bos gas station and opened the door to find all three brothers standing there. "Guys."

All three. Bo, lester, and Vincent looked at you. "We're all ears darlin'" you stood there telling them about all the disgusting and ruthless stuff the male visitors said. "I'm sorry baby.." bo said hugging you. All of his other brothers began joining bo in hugging you. All of them saying something to you to comfort you.

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A Simple Divinity - Pinhead x Reader [NSFW]

You summon the cenobites for a different kind of pleasure, and you get what you ask for from their curious leader.

Very graphic body horror, death and oral sex. Please visit the ao3 link for full tags and warnings. 

They say you retain consciousness for up to 15 seconds after decapitation.

The blow to your neck causes your nervous system to reach a climax of sensation. Many argue that the impact of the first strike will knock you unconscious, only for the narrowed, desperate passageways of severed veins to force their last few pumps of blood out from the fatal site of separation, like fresh seed from a well-pleasured cunt.

This remarkable finale of gore can be avoided however, with a clean cut. That’s what everyone condemned to death by beheading wishes for during their last rites; a severance of the nerves that would echo what unimaginable suffering the blade has brought upon your body. Pain can tantalize, but to those uninitiated there is ecstasy to be found in swift endings. A quick and painless death if done right; confusion of the last ticking seconds of the mind allows you to mourn yourself before the dark swallows all that you were. Is there anyone out there in the dark?

Yes. Yes, there is.

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Why’s there so many pictures of our little rat man doing that?

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What happened in Ricky's latest video

You can watch it here

London baby!

Justin's lap makes a good seat

BEFORE you say I'm being weird and reading too much into things, Ricky said 'Let me sit in your lap here', then sat on his lap.

Vinny has red streaks again

it suits him

Look at this happy lil man

Yes that's a nickelback twilight shirt

Gail 'gave it to' which here means 'cursed' Vinny with it.

Let Justin nap your heathens!

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If a girl loves a band…

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hi hi i come with a vinny mauro smut request! ✨

as for character name i don't really mind! if you have a certain name in mind , feel free to use whatever!!

i was thinking something along the lines of vinny doing his normal chill streams , and the reader is in the other room texting him ✨spicy✨ things while he's streaming and he cuts the stream off early and it escalates from there 🧎‍♀️

thank you in advanced!!

you’re welcome! I’m currently working on it! It should be edited sometimes today or tomorrow and be posted this weekend!

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Currently working on a few things;

Vinny Mauro | Things to look forward too

Requested smut

Fluff

If wanting to request please read the pinned post ( I’ve breaker )

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Icing. <3 | A Vinny Mauro Imagine

Pairing: Vinny Mauro (of “Motionless in White”)  x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: SMUT !!!!  MINORS DNI! 18+ Readers ONLY. This is a shortie but its a one-shot! 

Summary: You’re a makeup artist on tour with the band, Motionless in White. You are friends with everyone but Vinny, and you have a closer friendship; you’ve been friends with benefits for months. The tour has a day off in a small town. There isn’t much to do except for each other ;). 

Word Count: ~450 

Xoxo @i-may-never-sail-virginia-again xoxo 

*Requests Are OPEN* 

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Days off are either really fun or really boring. Well, today was going to be really boring. You’re stuck somewhere in a midwest town between the Des Moines show and the Sioux Falls show on this tour. Half the crew was off exploring some corn maze while the other half was down at the Applebees happy hour. You however were lying face down on some hotel mattress getting fucked from behind by none other than MIW drummer, Vinny. This was a normal day off occurrence as you and Vinny were fuck buddies. He had just broken up with his girlfriend before the tour and needed someone to fill his physical needs so he’s been fucking you for the last 2 months, well actually 3 but his ex doesn’t know that. 

Vinny’s gripping your waist slamming you back onto his cock as you whimper and moan beneath him. Taking him felt so fucking good. While he’s fucking you you hear him moaning  

“fuck yes, fuck YES, mmh, god you’re so fucking wet for me.” 

Vinny flips you over and pulls you on top of him by your thighs pushing your legs back into to some distorted yoga-Esque pose so he can fuck you deeper. You’re panting heavily taking him all in, you loved when he fucked you like this, you wanted every inch of him. Vinny releases your legs from that pose and grips your neck as he pulls out and plays with your clit with his tip. He loved to tease you and get your clit all swollen and stimulated so you could cum together. You moan out:

“I want you inside of me”. You whine. 

“You’re a little eager for my cock, princess”. He smirked. 

Vinny flipped you over back onto your stomach slapping your ass. 

“Touch yourself.” He whispered in your ear. He began thrusting into your wet folds again. You could feel it in your core. You caressed your pink puffy clit with finesse sending you over the edge in pleasure as he used you. Vinny’s pace began to speed up, you were both moaning in synchrony. Vinny pulled out of you quickly and flipped you back on your back so he could cum on your tits. The feeling of his warm cum dripping down your breasts over your hardened nipples was a site to see. Vinny catches his breath. Only to begin chuckling. 

“What are you laughing about ??”  You ask as you stood up. 

“You're like a sexy cinnamon roll. Fuck!... Now I’m hungry.”

“Vinny!” You cover your mouth, trying to muffle your obnoxious laugh.

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This is probably not professional... (A Ricky Olson Smut)

Pairing: Ricky Olson/Horror x You (female pronouns used) 

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, Female reader. Let me know if anyone would like a nonbinary or male reader for the next story :) 

Summary: You're a relatively popular YouTube content creator, and Ricky would like to make a video with you. You travel up to Pennsylvania and end up getting cozy with some tequila. Slow start, but so worth it. There’s a cute little story in there. It makes it feel more real. 

Word Count: ~1.8k

A/N: Sorry guys, grad school has been taking up all my time, and every time I get on the computer to do homework, when I finally get done, I have to step away from the computer. I can't look at the screen any longer, so I haven't been writing as much as I want to. Trust me when I say writing short stories like fanfiction is an outlet for me, and it hurts me not to be able to get my words out there. It's like therapy. 

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Being a YouTuber has its perks. You get to meet celebrities here and there, not really big ones, but the ones your following also follow, and it makes for great content. You typically film short dramatic or comedic skits for only about 10 minutes, but people seem to like them. They think you're quirky and a good writer, even if it's just you on camera in 90% of your videos. But lately, you've been making videos with other content creators. Being close to Major cities, many YouTubers and other content creators have contacted you. You don't have a manager yet, so almost everything in terms of booking sessions with other creators is done entirely by you through Instagram and email. But you were casually scrolling one morning, and your Instagram inbox had a notification. You open it to see that little blue checkmark of someone verified. Your heart stops beating when you realize it is none other than Ricky Olson of Motionless In white. His YouTube has been taking off. He recently started doing short skits and inquired about doing a skit together. He wants something dramatic, but comedy is your thing, and you convinced him to do a mixture of both. You were so excited to finally meet someone you admired; working with them was the cherry on top. You and Ricky agreed to meet in his home as he had the type of colonial / victorian-esque House one could only dream of. He showed you pictures of the inside and the outside. You talked on FaceTime for hours, writing a short dramatic skit with bits of Comedy sprinkled in. the whole theme of this skit was Ricky's house was to be used as a haunted house as it gave off that vibe. You would do a spin-off of Ghost Hunters. he even got his friend/bandmate Vinny in on the action. Vinny was naturally hilarious and would make for great content. 

A few weeks later, you drove to his home in Pennsylvania and finally met Ricky. The two of you hashed out a few loose ends of this video and set up the house for some shots. For the most part, it was just the two of you, this was a professional gig, but you were still a bit Starstruck as you've had a crush on Ricky since you were a teenager. You absolutely love the band he's a part of. To this day, they are your favorite, so it is crazy that you're actually in this position to meet some of the members and be in Ricky's home, filming a video.  it was getting dark out, and you had to check into your hotel. Ricky stopped you before you left. 

“y/n, let’s go to dinner. There are a ton of places downtown. You’re bound to like some of it.” He smiles as he opens the screen door, escorting you out.

“Sure, let me drop my bags off at the hotel, and I can meet you?” You replied. 

“I can pick you up in an hour from your hotel? It would be silly to take two cars.” 

“Sounds like a plan; I like sushi, tacos, and Italian. You pick a place. I’ll be ready.” You both smile and nod as you enter your car and drive away. Later that night, Ricky picked you up in front of the hotel. You exchanged small talk over a casual Asian fusion restaurant music. You laughed as the two of you shared memories from your starts in entertaining. Ricky warmed up to you pretty easily; you were always a guy’s girl, and most of your friends were guys, so there was never any weird tension between you and most men. You were just fun to be around. Of course, you knew many things about Ricky; being a fan for so long, you’ve watched your fair share of interviews with him. Ricky only knew you from youtube. He didn't even follow your Instagram until right before he messaged you. Ricky paid for the meal as you drove to him, so that was the least he could do; any money from the video would be split 50/50, every video starts at a monetary loss, but it’s usually redeemable with monetization. Ricky drove you back to your hotel, and you exchanged “goodnights” and “see you tomorrow.” Your insomnia kept you up half the night, but you were eager to begin filming the next day.

The next day, you got to Ricky’s house, Vinny was already there helping set up the night vision cameras, and you rehearse your lines. Half the skit was improv, but you had to stick to a particular storyline for it to work. It took about 5 hours to film a 10 minute video, but it was so worth it, the sun was setting, and you began to pack your things, but Ricky had another idea. 

“Let’s drink tonight. Do you have plans?” Ricky asked with eyes low like a puppy dog. 

“Only if you have tequila.” You responded with a quirky smile.

“I do! It is from Mexico.”

“Perfect.” You smiled.

The two of you went to his living room, where a few guitars were set up, and he began pouring you a drink. You walked over to his guitar to admire it. “You play?” Ricky asked from behind the counter. 

“I did. I would love to get back into it.”

“Well, pick that up. I'll show you something simple.”

You do what you were told. You slung the guitar strap over your shoulder and placed your fingers on the fretboard. You began to strum what you vaguely remember from middle school music class. Still, it was nothing compared to what you knew Ricky could do, so you played a bit shy and did not turn to face him. Instead, you stayed facing the window looking down at the guitar playing quietly and playing slowly. You felt another hand slip over your shoulder and down over your right hand that held the guitar pick. Ricky had come behind you gently enough not to startle you, but this was the closest you'd ever been to him over the last few days you'd spent together working on content. It was a bit strange, but you welcomed it. You weren't getting a vibe that he was being creepy or taking advantage, you always held your own ground, and everyone knew that.  Ricky moved your hands to where they needed to be on the guitar and told you to strum. You played a few notes, a bit of muscle memory kicked in, and Ricky stepped back, put on a different guitar, and began to play the same notes you were playing. The two of you laughed and giggled over how terrible you were compared to him, but it was fun, like two friends catching up for the first time in a long time. Several drinks in, you admit to Ricky that you'll need to take an Uber back to your hotel.  Ricky says you're more than welcome to stay in his guest room. He didn't offer it to you for professional reasons when you agreed to come to his home to film this video.  Ricky was nothing short of a gentleman this entire time. While you didn't pick up any romantic or sexual tension between you, you felt that this was the beginning of a budding friendship.   You accepted his kind invitation to stay in his guest room; luckily, you had a  comfortable outfit in your backpack, So you slipped out to your car to Get it and changed. You came out wearing bike shorts and an oversized band tee and sat beside Ricky as he sipped his drink.  Ricky had already picked out a movie to watch two of you sat next to each other on the couch, making small talk and commentating on the film.  About halfway through the film began to tucker out and felt your eyes get super heavy next thing you knew , you were asleep on Ricky's shoulder. he did not dare move. Still, the movie was about to end, so he woke you up. 

“Oh my god, sorry, I fell asleep. This tequila is strong.” You said, slightly embarrassed. “I better turn in for the night,” You stood up, and Ricky showed you the guest room. It was a cute little room with paisley walls, a  dark gray bedspread, and a TV stand, better than the hotel, to be honest. You turned to him in the doorway, just an inch away from each other.

“Ricky, I’m not drunk.” You said, looking up at him. 

“Me neither-”

Ricky cupped your face with his hands and kissed you gently as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer and giving him the green light to continue kissing you. You begin to backstep into the guest room, still attached to Ricky. you get to the bed, sit down, and Ricky pulls away, “Y/n, I-Uh…I really like you.”

“I really like you too….” You said nervously. “This isn’t something I’ve ever done.” 

Ricky smiled and began kissing you again, and you pulled him on top of you.  he began to kiss your neck, which made you swoon and tense up, but that only made the desire grow more robust. He stood up and took his shirt off, revealing his heavily tattooed body, and he began to undress you taking your shirt off first. Before you knew it, you were completely naked under the sheets grinding on each other.  Ricky caressed your body as he went down to your soaking wet Folds and began fingering you with his strong hands. You clenched up in anticipation as he whispered in your ear what he wanted to do to you, but you must be relaxed. You wanted him inside you so severely you practically begged him to take you. With that much enthusiasm, Ricky held your arm over your head as he gently made his way inside you, making you gasp. He felt so good inside you and gently pumped back and forth until he had a good rhythm. He gripped your thighs and pushed you into angles that made taking in all of him more pleasurable.   Ricky moved his hand to your throat and gently caressed your jaw as he thrusted until completion, holding your body steady, His body encapsulating yours. The two of you lay there panting as you realized what just happened, but you were sure glad it did. 

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PART 2 COMING AT YA SOON !!!

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endless list of celebrity crushes  » ricky “horror” olson

“See.. the thing about the universe is that.. if you stretched it out into a really long like- kinda like a long hotdog bun and you put all the stars into it, um, you’d have a really, um.. you wouldn’t want to put it in a long tube.”

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i'm begging on my knees for a vinny mauro smut 🧎‍♀️

Of course! Just DM the details

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I make songs to tie people to me With a ribbon of fantasy around their necks Such a beautiful bow That I hold in my fist And I will not let go

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Treehouses and Car Seats

Synopsis: Childhood best friends reunite. Cigarettes, pot and unaddressed mutual pining- would could possible go wrong?

Contains: friends to lovers trope, smut, handjobs, sub!Hunter x dom! OC, praise kink, weed and cigarette use, fluff at the end, anxious Hunter

Pairing: Hunter Sylvester x Female OC!

Word Count: 3900

It was about a week after the battle of the bands- a glorious moment in time for Skullflower. Thanks to their stellar performance and Hunter's accident they transformed into micro-celebrities, the talk of the town. People were lining up to talk to Emily, Kevin, and Hunter, asking for autographs, acting like they were always friendly with the metalists, as if the entire school wasn't treating them like a bunch of nobodies a minute ago.

They had a lot of attention thrown their way, especially from the female side of the students, and mostly directed at the vocalist and only bachelor of the group, Hunter himself. So it came as little to no surprise when he got stopped in the hallways, getting offers from girls to sign his cast. He was flattered by the newfound popularity even though he knew it wasn't going to be long-lasting, but a good time was a good time right?

One day, just before first bell an unfamiliar face showed up at Hunter's locker while he was talking to Kevin. "No, I'm telling you, ever since the psych ward I'm a changed man- no outbursts, no-nonsense." Hunter was waving his hands around theatrically, slouching, back against the locker door.

"I will believe this once you actually start seeing a therapist. It wouldn't do you any harm, ya know." Kevin replied with a friendly smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"I don't think a shrink that isn't into metal would get my passion. It would be a hard time finding one on the same wavelength as me..." He started before getting cut off by a person that seemingly appeared out of thin air.

"Killer performance in the battle of the bands. It definitely made picking a new school all the easier! Mind if I sign your cast?" Animatedly uttered a girl that looked vaguely familiar while holding up a sharpie and pointing at Hunter's leg with it, asking for permission.

"Thanks... sure, go ahead." He replied distractedly, looking at her with a quizzical expression. She had wild, long hair, frizzy, sticking in many different directions. She was wearing a lot of rings and dangly necklaces, one of which he could have sworn he had seen before. She had a nose piercing and a very striking tattoo of a feather on her collarbone."Do I know you from somewhere?" He asked a bit rushedly, trying to process what he was seeing.

The girl bent down and quickly scribbled something on his leg. "Is that supposed to be a pick-up line, Hunter? Come on, you can do better!" She answered while standing up and straightening out her skirt. "We are classmates after all!" She playfully retorted, winked at him, and disappeared into the crowded hallway.

"What does it say? I can't bend down to look." Hunter looked at his friend for help.

"It's very weird... It says 'i know you were doing it just to look cool' and a kiss emoji thingy... wait... No way! There is absolutely no way!" Kevin paced around in a little circle, massaging his chin, his eyes moving as fast as his thoughts when the puzzle pieces finally came together.

"She looked familiar, didn't she?" Kevin whisper-shouted at Hunter while moving his eyesight from left to right and backward.

"Yeah? So what? She obviously goes to school here. I've seen her around, that's that." Hunter chirped a bit annoyed at his friend, picking at his cuticles to soothe the new bundle of nerves.

"Dude... choosing a new school..." Kevin supplied slowly, moving his eyebrows in a playful motion.

"Yeah..?" Hunter asked, still visibly confused by his friend's display.

"Summer camp... year eight... the treehouse..." Kevin teased, wanting to give a hint instead of spelling out what was already obvious.

"No way...! It can't be... Raven? Is that Raven?" Hunter screamed in shock, bumping his head on the locker door as he did a little jump in place. "Fuck, ouch!" He squeaked through gritted teeth.

The bell rang, making the boys put an end to the conversation, both of them going in opposite directions. Until Hunter screamed again "Corn-pickle!"

A golden rule upheld through the years- one does not evoke corn-pickle unless in great danger, confusion or inner turmoil. It was the safe word, the friends' version of an SOS, and it was reserved for emergencies only.

"You called Emily?" Hunter spat out, irritation written on his face.

"She is my girlfriend, a band mate, and also your friend, even though you like to deny it. She deserves to be here for a corn-pickle situation as much as I do!" Kevin defended while lacing his fingers with Emily's. She gave him a loving look in return.

''Plus getting my perspective would be of help. You, as much as i love and appreciate both of you, are clueless doofuses. You need another point of view. Especially when it comes to something as serious as Hunter's first love returning!" Emily explained in a brisk and knowing manner.

Hunter's face fell, disapproval radiating from him. He fidgeted with his hands and nervously pushed his hair backward. "What?! First love? What do you mean? It's just... It's just... Raven..." He was out of breath, flushed red with both embarrassment and anger.

"Hunter, please, don't lie to yourself. You were head over hills for her. Just because you don't feel comfortable expressing other emotions than your anger doesn't mean I didn't catch you sobbing into your pillow the day she moved" Kevin whispered reassuringly, placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, and gave him a sympathetic look. Hunter quickly shook it off and started drumming on the sinks' countertop with his fingers.

"You weren't supposed to say this out loud, ever! It was a million years ago anyway... It doesn't matter anymore!" The long-haired boy was pouting like a child, avoiding all eye contact and focusing on the tile floor instead.

"Then it wouldn't be a problem for you to... I don't know... Maybe talk to her. She is here after all. It would be just two old friends catching up." Emily suggested

"Look guys, corn-pickle was a fluke, ok. I'm sorry, everything is fine, I'm alright. Plus standing in a triangle formation talking about life in the men's restroom is stressing me out!" Hunter pleaded to be spared from all of the questioning and smug looks.

"See, I told you this is a bad place to hold an intervention." Emily pointed her finger at Kevin's chest.

"Intervention~"

"It's in the name, alright? 'Rest- room'. He was supposed to be... calmer in here." Kevin struck back.

"How does that make any sense?"

"You don't know the intricacies of a corn-pickle situation!"

"This is my first corn-pickle situation!"

The couple screamed at each other, giving Hunter the perfect excuse to run out of the room... Or more so steadily jump out, supporting himself with his crutches.

"Se ya later, losers" he waved at them with a shit-eating grin while they were still arguing heatedly and screaming, too distracted to notice him go.

"And that's why we should have done this at the cafeteria or the football field, but no! It had to be the smelly restroom. Three people used the urinals as we were speaking! Three people..!" Emily stopped, seeing her boyfriend's puzzled grimace.

"What? I'm sorry, are you mad at me? What happened? She asked hushdly, a bit more aware of her previous tone.

"He is gone... he just dipped..."

Hunter was close to furious. He couldn't bare being around people anymore, so naturally, he headed for the parking lot. Driving around with the windows down would help him clear his head, returning to a semi-peaceful place. While he we digging in his pockets, desperately searching for his car keys, he noticed a figure pressed up against the brick wall through his peripheral vision.

He turned around and saw her, listening to music on her headphones, one foot planted on the wall, the other on the ground, with a cigarette between her lips. "Of course It's you" he mumbled to himself, looking around nervously. It didn't seem like she had seen him. There was still time to hide but he decided against it and marched up to her.

Hunter tapped her shoulder so she removes her headphones and pressed his back next to hers. "Are you doing it just to look cool, you little hypocrite!" He coed with an inviting smile.

"I learned from the coolest. Do you want a drag?" She held up the cigarette to him in proposition.

"Yeah... Of course..." He took it from her, grazing her fingers lightly, and put the cancer stick up to his lips, inhaling slowly, dragging smoke out of his mouth...

...And then he started coughing profusely. The girl couldn't contain her laughter. "Still a poser, huh? You should have just said no. This is fine tobacco, you know! My uncle grinded it himself!" She explained accusatorially.

Hunter scratched the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes. "Oh, wow, really? I'm sorry... I just.. I don't know what came over me..."

To the boy's dismay, Raven began giggling to herself yet again. She was shaking and gagging with laughter. All of a sudden Hunter became more alert and entered first stage of panic mode. She punched his shoulder in a teasing manner and took another drag, exhaling the smoke in his face. "I'm messing with you. These babies are store-bought. And you are a singer anyway- I don't want you messing up that beautiful voice of yours."

He felt more at ease now... maybe enough to do something stupid."How did you know about me singing? About the battle of the bands? "

Raven got lost in thought for a moment, trying to get all of the right words out. She knew about Skullflower (previously named Skullfucker) for some time now. She had seen a Facebook page of the group on one of her many Hunter Sylvester online deep dives. But she needed to keep it cool, calm, and collected, so she did:

"I remember this scrawny little boy from a couple of years ago. He had a terrible fringe and he used to lash out at people. He lived on Gatorade and Sour Patch Kids, but he always saved me the red ones. He used to go on and on about making music, about his idols, about metal! He barely paid attention to anything else..." Raven's cheeks became rosier all the more as she revealed her obsession with him. That wasn't her idea of 'cool, calm, and collected' at all, but there was no stopping now.

"...Then one day I was looking through high schools in the area with my parents and I saw this video, the name of this kid written on top. He wasn't a kid anymore, and he definitely wasn't scrawny. He looked like a real rockstar! So I decided this is definitely the school I wanted to attend.. " She felt exposed but continued nonetheless.

"...Until i met him in person and saw he was kind of a poser... Never meet your heroes, I guess." Her shoulders fell down. She put out her cigarette and gave him a cocky smirk.

Hunter was flabbergasted. His heart was beating out of his chest, his palms sweaty and his vision blurry. Raven came there for HIM. She was talking with such passion about HIM. If he weren't none the wiser he would have kissed her right then and there.

"Is this your first day in this shit hole?" He asked instead

"Yeah, it is. Why?" Raven looked a tad confused at his excited expression.

"Wanna skip class?" He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Fuck, shit, I thought you'd never ask!"

Change of plans- no solitary ride, it's a joined ride now, with Raven getting cozy in the passenger seat, lighting cigarette after cigarette and dusting them off out the window. The wind was playing with her hair, humming in tune with her. She was lazily observing the city she once used to call home. She looked like a cat- playful, blissful, and relaxed.

A new song started playing. Hunter reached out to change it and she grabbed his hand in response. "Please don't, I really like this one." She asked softly.

He obeyed, trying hard not to think of her skin touching his. She had taken off her shoes and put her feet up on the front bar of the car, her skirt rising up to reveal more of her thighs. Hunter was finding it particularly hard not to gauge, but he tried his best. They drove together through narrow, hole-filled roads, leading to the woods and put the car in park.

"Do you want to have the best nap of your life?" Raven asked and reached for her bag, fishing something out of it

"What? What do you.." then he saw it, a blunt rolled up in brown, musky paper.

"It's ok if you don't want to, I know this isn't everyone's idea of a good time. But you seemed tense today. I think you need a bit of a break." She explained caringly.

Come to think of it, it wasn't an unreasonable idea. He was amazed by her noting his nervous ticks like he was good at hiding them. He sifted the thought in his mind- laying back on the car seat, next to Raven, touching her fingers in-between puffs, smelling her shampoo, drifting off next to her... It sounded exquisite!

He was ready for a lazy, calm noon with his old hide-and-seek partner. "Sure, what the hell?!" Hunter smiled expectantly.

"That's my boy!" Raven caressed his chin as declaring.

Hunter felt himself lose vision for a minute.

The air was thick with rain, the smell of pine trees and cones. There was the occasional sound of a bird chirping or a squirrel climbing up a tree. The sun had hidden behind a curtain of cottony clouds. It was peaceful, as if time had stopped.

Hunter had forgotten all about the anxiety he once harbored. He was laughing wholeheartedly, talking freely, making jokes, and even throwing a flirty line or two. There was nothing to worry about- no school, no interventions, no people staring at him in the restroom.

He started remembering his childhood, a time he didn't particularly cherish, but what he did cherish were the shared memories, being able to look back and recognize that he has grown somehow, managed to become better.

He returned to the last summer camp he attended, waking up early in the morning, swimming in the lake with his friends, sneaking off to Raven's cabin after curfew, unbeknownst to the councilors. They used to talk for hours and come up with elaborate schemes to make the stay of everyone else a dreadful nightmare.

They were both childish in nature, little menaces, that's why they used to get along so well. Two slightly insecure, slightly douchy kids that spoke the same language, trying to seem more rebellious than they actually were.

"Do you remember the wishing ceremony?" Raven brought up.

"Yeah, it is probably the most wholesome thing i have ever participated in.." He replied lazily.

"Yeah... But you didn't. You were a cheater!" She stuck her tongue out at him and scrunched her nose. "There's nothing wholesome about being a cheater!" Raven demanded.

"What do you mean cheater? You can't cheat at making a wish!" He tried defending himself after the unforeseen attack

"The wishes only come true on one condition though- not denying or failing to complete a dare!" Raven struck again "What did you carve out in the tree trunk? Did it come true?" She was genuinely interested.

He searched around in his mind. The truth was much too revealing to say aloud so he offered the best next thing he could muster."I wrote that i wanted to be the leader of a successful band.. i guess it's happening... Maybe..." He pushed himself back into the seat and distractedly played with the ends of the girl's hair.

"You know you're gonna jinx yourself if you don't complete the dare soon. You're gonna jinx your dream!" Raven pointed at his chest with her finger

"You are right! Fuck... What was the dare... I don't remember anymore..." Hunter yawned.

"You have to pick up where you left off at the treehouse. We already established you aren't a smoker. No excuses now...no reason to try to impress me with silly antics..."

It came back to him in a flash. The story was charming if not a little embarrassing. All of the preteens had gathered in a circle, playing truth or dare, but nobody was picking truth because it was for 'wusses'. When it came to Hunter's turn, his friend tried to do him the ultimate favor- Kevin dared him to kiss Raven.

He got very agitated and nervous. He explained he didn't want to kiss his 'bro', he didn't want to catch cooties and everything. To alleviate his distress, Raven suggested they go up into the treehouse, so there wasn't any added pressure from the others.

When they climbed up, Hunter began fidgeting with his fingers, trying to find a distraction. He told Raven he wasn't anxious at all. He told her he was only experiencing nicotine withdrawal.

The girl dug in her pocket and gave him a curious-looking stick. "My dare was to steal something from Sandy's room." She offered the cigarette to her friend.

Hunter sighed, thanked her, and lit up the cancer stick with shaking hands. It tasted atrocious and the smoke made his chest heavy, but he had committed to his bit.

"I never realized you were this cool nicotine addict. Smoke your cigarette, then we can climb back down and tell everyone we did it. I don't want to kiss a person that tastes like an ashtray!" Raven proposed, knowing the boy was struggling.

"I'm not doing this to be cool, I have a problem alright!" Hunter screeched, voice cracking in the process. He was relieved. He looked to Raven with gratitude and put out the cigarette the minute she wasn't looking.

Hunter became painfully aware of his body, his hands shaking, his stomach tying in knots... And his member twitching.

Raven had gotten out of her seat and positioned herself on his lap, her chest pressed up against his, her thighs fully exposed to him. He was engulfed in her scent. He could see all of the little freckles on her face, how close her glossy lips were to his.

She grabbed his chin, making him look directly into her eyes, and whispered into his mouth. "I won't tell anyone you're a cheater, I just don't want this weighing on your conscience."

He put his hands on her hips timidly and pulled her closer. "Should i... Do you want me to..?" He whispered back.

Raven grazed Hunter's bottom lip with her thumb and nodded in response. Their lips came together quickly, a peck. Hunter opened his eyes and cursed a little "ah, fuck it!", pulled the girl close in again and kissed her for real.

Raven's lips parted slowly and Hunter's tongue delved in. They were making patterns in each other's mouths, kissing hungrily, gripping on clothes, exploring each other's bodies. Raven began rocking her hips on top of him ferociously. Hunter returned the favor by bucking his hips upward, hitting her sweet spot with his member.

He was as hard as a rock and horny beyond comprehension. They pulled apart for air, chests heaving. It was sticky in the car, hot and sweaty. Hormones were drifting around into the night air.

Hunter bent down again to go in for another kiss but Raven stopped him. "You did it, pretty boy, no need to do any more work now, let me take care of it," she said and pulled on the roots of his hair. He whimpered in response.

Raven licked a strip down Hunter's neck and blew on it. She began sucking on his jaw, on his neck and collarbones, while humping him at a rapid pace. Hunter was dumbfounded, his underwear already drenched with precum. His dick was twitching hard beneath Raven's core and she relished every little moment of it.

She hovered her hand over Hunter's bulge. "Mind if I help you?"

He huffed and groaned a throathy "please".

The girl palmed his cock, feeling it out in her hand through the fabric of his jeans. She brushed it with her fingers and slowly unzipped him.

"Do you want me to make you come, pretty boy? Do you want my hand on your cock?" Raven asked not even trying to cover her lust for him

"Mhm" he moaned.

"Use your words, handsome! Otherwise, I won't know what you want." She teased again

"It's embarrassing" he turned his ruby face away

"How could it be embarrassing when you're so hot, writhing under me? Be a good boy, good boys always get rewarded" she purred into his ear.

He couldn't pretend anymore. He wanted her to drain him dry. "Please, fuck me with your hand!" He groaned and faced her again.

"Such a sinful little boy..." Raven spat on her hand and started pumping him fast. She bit on his neck, sloppily leaving marks along the way. Hunter was moaning hard, surrendering all control to his master. He could feel her cold rings stroking his shaft, her fingers toying with him.

Raven smeared the precum leaking out of his dick over his tip with her thumb, and cupped his balls with her other hand.

"Do you want to kiss me still, pretty boy?" she breathed into his mouth.

Hunter lowered his head and collided with the girl, his groans stifling in the kiss. He was sucking on her tongue passionately, bucking his hips upward yet again to fuck her fist, expecting the incoming irruption.

Raven broke away from the kiss. She knew he needed one last push. "If you are so needy for my hand, I can only imagine how fast you'd come when you're balls deep in my pussy." She giggled

That was the nail in the coffin- Hunter was thrusting into her hand, bursting all over her fingers, riding out the best high of his life. Raven was still pumping him hard, milking out each and every drop.

"Wasn't so hard now, was it? Good boys get to come, scared ones just smoke a pocketed cigarette in a treehouse." She smirked and stroked Hunter's hair, putting the strands sticking to his forehead back in place.

"If I knew you were going to do this, I would have begged you a long time ago." He chuckled and cleaned her hand with a tissue. She was staring down at him, still on his lap, a victorious expression adorning her features.

"Thank you for helping my dream come true," he said timidly

"That was just an excuse, I already know you'll be incredibly successful, you are an amazing player!" She caressed his cheek.

"That wasn't what I carved into the tree trunk. I just wanted you..." Hunter confessed

"I'm here now, here to stay" she answered reassuringly and kissed his temple.