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Can I ask why you dont do cis male reader? I'm relatively new here and curious on why? I'm Genderfluid myself, so I have no issue reading as a male, female, gn, or trans reader, but I am nosey and would like to know. First time asking anything, very nervous... (;ïŸâïŸ)
It makes me dysphoric đđđ
Itâs weird bc I like having a cat and I like straps/im fine with referring to readers strap as a cock in fics- but at the same time it takes me out of it completely if reader has an actual ween đđđ
My gender flops around a lot it just happens that I feel more fem when I write most times and that translates to my works :p
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DOES BONBON KNOWS ABOUT EVAN NOW? OR HE DOESN'T EXIST IN YOUR AU
She does not know about Evan in the main timeline !!!
After the anniversary reveal (Drabble in progress) she knows that Habit isnât human and eats people- but he never told her about the vessel situation.
Itâd make things unnecessarily complicated, and he doesnât need her worrying about the past :p
Pros, Habit didnât have to worry about you finding his murder basement and freaking out. Cons, you fully believed the paranormal websites you read and were using the misguided facts against him.
This is what he gets for being attached to a human.
!! Habit x F! Reader !!
-> Requested a while ago and very silly :p ->
Divider by @sister-lucifer
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Habit had never been this entertained in his life.
Apparently, heâd really done it now. Made you so mad that you couldnât even stand to look at him. To the point where you had gone out of your way to put a physical barrier between the two of you.
Kind of.
About a month ago, during the night of your anniversary, his darkest secrets had come to light. Divulging his true nature, on top of exposing his less than savoury appetite.
However, youâd actually been quite the accepting bunny, and the grand reveal had gone over surprisingly smoothly.
You told him that youâd love him no matter what, that you trusted him with his monstrous features and all. He would always be the man who held your heart, through and through- the sappy shit. Which was great, except that it still left him with one issue.
Mortal superstition.
Wrong mortal superstition.
See, humans had a bunch of dumb rituals regarding the supernatural. From ghosts to demons to anything they deemed otherworldly, there was a stupid ass âprotection practiceâ to go along with it. Including, but not limited to, salt circles.
Your kind believed that a tiny ring of minerals could shield you from the powers of the beyond. Like itâd somehow ward off man-eating demons and beasts in the night.
Absolutely fucking moronic, in his opinion. Alas, his rabbit was far from the sharpest tool in the shed, and said rabbit was currently fuming.
You had refused to talk to him after he burned your Gengar stuffed animal to a crisp. Haunter- whatever. It wasnât his fault; the dumb fuck was left forgotten in the back of his old car.
The car that he had swiftly exploded to get rid of evidence last Thursday.
That thing would have been safe in his house if it were that important. But it wasnât. How was he supposed to know youâd care?
âI left it there because I was sleepy after the road trip!â Youâd told him, yet he couldnât help but disagree. Heâs been tired, and heâs never forgotten you somewhere. If your love was true, the purple whore wouldâve lived.
Still, from the moment you found out till now, AKA this morning, you had been sulking. Mourning the loss of your poor, ugly teddy bear and ignoring your very generous boyfriend.
Heâd even said he would replace it if its death bothered you so much- yet you had turned away. Saying that âIt wasnât the sameâ, before returning to your egregious task of giving him the cold shoulder.
You had somehow gotten angrier as the day went by. Youâd gone from just complaining about it to full-on shoving your hand in his face when heâd try to talk to you. The attitude, the audacity you had was astonishing. He didnât understand how you got away with these things- why he let you get away with these things.
Either way, you do, and he does. So now he was face to face with a salt circle in his own bedroom after a long day of work.
It was a laughable sight. You were curled up on the floor. Your knees to your chest, in the middle of the ring, with your back towards him and muttering insults under your breath. There was no way you genuinely thought this would work, right?
âBonbon-â
âGo away, demon.â
He snorted, closing his lids for a moment to regain his composure. He inhaled slowly before speaking, attempting to keep his tone stable. âYou canât be serious. Really? A fuckinâ salt circle?â You huffed, foot thumping once. âItâs what you deserve.â The words were spat out with venom, and he bit back a snicker. âCâmon, donât be like that.â
Stepping closer, he dropped down onto the floor. Sat on the edge of the barrier when he sighed, leaning back on his hands with his legs crossed. âI pinky fucking swear I will get you a new one, kay?â He cocked his head to the side, and you glared at him from over your shoulder.
âI donât care. You knew I loved him- itâs the principle.â He rolled his eyes at that, groaning exasperatedly. âItâs a teddy bear. I promise it didnât go out screaming, idiot.â You whipped around, your body now turned towards him. âHe was my baby. And you let him burn in a car, Habit.â You argued with so much passion that one would believe heâd just slaughtered your firstborn.
And trust him, heâd know.
Habit pinched the bridge of his nose, slumping forward. âMay his soul rest in peace. The bitch is dead. Sorry for your loss.â He smiled, hands clasped together in faux sympathy. You let out an irritated ugh, and glanced to the side sharply. âYou wouldnât get it. Not everyoneâs unfeeling- you soulless vagabond.â
He couldnât help the snigger that escaped him, clearing his throat when your frown deepened. You were so cute like this, your twitching nose identical to a bunny's.
He rested his cheek in his palm, amused. âYeah, Iâm the worst, right?â You pouted, squinting at him. âYou are. Youâre so mean-â He interrupted you, his smile only widening by the second.
âAnd corrupt, and heartless, and super, super evil. I know.â He chuckled at your expression, lazily tracing shapes against the hardwood. âHate to break it to yaâ- but thatâs kind of my whole thing, sweethearts.â He matched your sorrow, jutting out his bottom lip mockingly as you balled your fist. Determination fuelled by vengeance burning behind your pupils.
âIâm breaking up with you.â
âAw, man.â
âAnd I hate you.â
âOuch.â
You puffed, crossing your arms. âIâm being serious.â He straightened up, exhaling while he rolled his shoulders back. âBaby-â He walked his fingers to the brink of your protection circle, clicking his tongue.
âYouâre actually gonnaâ let another man get between us?â His phrasing made you pause- a crack in your defences that he noticed immediately.
He could just brush the stupid salt aside, but it was fun letting you think it wasnât worthless. âIâm your favourite, ainât I?â He said, voice dropping lower. Half-lidded as he persuaded you. âI mean, if you think about it, itâd be crazy-â He nudged the fine mineral with his nail, and you chewed on your inner cheek.
âYouâre so special- you know that? Out of everyone on earth, youâre the only person I give a shit about. My favourite bunny, Iâd do anything for you. Iâd burn down this whole fuckinâ town if yaâ asked, and youâd really throw that away for some toy?â
He purred, hypnotizing. You faltered for a second, opening and closing your mouth- then you deflated. âBittyâŠâ
He grinned, sharp canines flashing in the dim light. âThereâs my girl.â Your lover nodded at the barrier, winking at you.
âLet me in, sweethearts.â
A vivid lilac circled his irises, quick and nearly imperceptible. A reminder of exactly how inhuman he truly was. You hummed, hesitating before you reached out. Your hand swiped at the salt, and he pounced.
Your shoulders knocked against the ground, Habit caging you with his arms bracketing your head. A muted rumbling echoed out from his chest, and he snickered, chuffing. âSuch a crybaby. Locked me out for what, huh?â He nipped at your throat, the sensation making you giggle softly.
Ever since you found out about his situation, his animalistic leaning traits had begun surfacing more.
Heâd snap his teeth at you at random and growl under his breath if something was irritating him. To be fair, it wasnât entirely hidden early on, as heâd bite you quite often, but now it was obvious how suppressed most of his habits were.
He reminded you of a large wolf. Territorial and aggressive to outsiders, yet loyal all the same. The eating people part threw you off- he did need to eat, though. Your boy was at the top of the food chain; it was just natural law, you supposed. He was good to you and loved you in all forms. You couldnât complain.
Unless you could, because only a second later, he sank his teeth into your shoulder. Just the way an overexcited dog would.
âBitty!â He licked the indents, his laughter muffled by skin. âItâs what you deserve.â He threw your words back in your face, and you huffed. Looping your arms around his neck anyway. âIt is not. You were mean to me first.â
Despite his annoying tendency to chew on you, the domesticity was undeniable. He was so warm, his cadence playful in your ear as he muttered half-assed apologies.
Cuddled on the floor and wrapped in his embrace, you nuzzled your cheek into his. Except your bliss was starkly halted when a clatter rang out.
Abrasive, the distinct sound of metal made you both pull back, glancing to the side. A dagger still speckled with red had fallen out of his tool belt in the shuffle, and you deadpanned, judgement heavy in your gaze. âPlease tell me you at least used mouthwash before you bit me.â He ran his tongue along his teeth.
BABS i think ny asks are being eaten if theyâre not im sorry đđđ
but PICTURE bonbon drawing a circle of salt around herself after her and habit have a big fight and he is just so done and so amused and so distraught because in WHAT world does she think that would work against him
but i think heâd let her think it would work so he can surprise her in the futureâŠ
I HAVE UR THING SAVED IN MY DRAFTS !!
This is such a cute idea itâs so funny to me HAHA
Southern generosity- or something like that. After being stranded on the side of the road, you try your hand at hitchhiking, hoping to catch a ride home.
But when the driver starts taking a detour, you realize you might be in over your head.
!! Masky + Hoodie + Toby x F! Reader !! W/C: 5.9k
-> Including: Dubcon/CNC, roleplay, gun + fear play, cunnilingus, oral (m-receiving), p in v, degradation, objectification, manhandling, choking, praise, dumbification, slight breeding, and domestic fluff :p ->
Moon divider by @strangergraphics
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The breeze whistled like an omen.
You were out of luck after your date bailed, and now youâre stuck on the side of the highway. The guy you were supposed to meet up with ended up ghosting you, so with no change for cabs left, you waved down a truck.
The tires screeched to a halt, and a man stepped out. Dark hair, his parted bangs shadowed his eyes, the car headlights reflecting in his pupils as he called out to you. âWhatchaâ doinâ out here?â His drawl hit you first, then the faint scent of cigarettes followed.
You replied quickly. âMy, um- my date didnât show up. Can I catch a ride with you?â Cringing at your own desperation, but the stranger didnât seem all too bothered, simply nodding at you. âHop in.â You shuffled over, quick to slide into the backseat while the engine came to life.
In the rush, the darkness of the night, youâd only registered the others after the doors had locked.
Another man at the passenger side, dirty blonde, with a scar running from his lip to his brow. A boy to your right, his face covered in bandages.
He greets you excitedly, tittering. âHey, y-youâre out here pretty l-late, huh?â His stutter restarted his words like a scratched record, and you smiled politely. âYeah, I was supposed to see this guy, but yâknow.â
He grinned at that, wide, sharp. âTheyâll do that to you- Toby, by the way.â His hand extended out, and you met him there. His palm felt heavily calloused, matching the scars littering his knuckles.
You told him your name, and he hummed. He said he liked it, that it âsuits youâ. Itâs almost flirty, but you couldnât tell. The seat leather sticks to your thighs in the summer heat, street lights flashing by quickly.
As the ride drags on, every time you thought that you had a read on Toby, heâd say something that throws you off. Yet he appears nice enough. Brian, as youâd come to find out, chimed in five minutes later.
âWhere yaâ headed?â
Right.
âIâm not too far from here. Barter Drive- Just a little into town.â You responded, fidgeting with your thumbs. The air in the truck is a little stale- dingy, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. Hunters came and went all the time, and they looked like the type.
Toby scooted closer and closer with each passing minute. Your legs were nearly touching when you finally looked up.
He was barely a couple of inches from your face, and the backseat suddenly felt cramped. âI like your s-shirt.â His raspy murmur warmed your cheeks. âThank you, I like your, uh, sweater.â
You swallowed while he snickered. âThanks,â Throwing his arm over the headrest, Toby cocked his head to the side, glancing at the dashboard.
âThe GPS says youâre a whole t-thirty minutes away. Itâs already almost one in the m-morning.â
He spoke lazily, like he knew something you didnât. As if a decision had already been made long before you opened your mouth. âWell, if itâs too much trouble, you guys could leave me on the edge of town. I can walk the rest of the way.â
He tensed his jaw slightly, shrugging. âMm. Weâre staying at a cabin near t-the lake. Itâs closer. Why donât you spend the night? Tim can drop you off early.â A jarring offer that had you simpering nervously. âOh, I couldnât. Itâs your space, and you donât really know me-â However, you were cut short by a grunt from the driver's seat.
âItâs no problem. âSides, weâre right up ahead, and we got a spare bedroom. Youâll be fine.â He didnât even give you the time to respond, the truck turning off the main road and onto a path between the shrubbery.
The wheels ground against the gravel, the vehicle jolting until it slowed to a stop. Through the window, you could spot a sign in front of the car. âDead End Road.â
The trail went past their cabin slightly, cutting off abruptly at the trees' border. The house itself sat in the middle of the small clearing. Built from scuffed wood, with a single porch light hanging above the door. Something about the seclusion, the sign that stood out amongst the vast oak, had your gut uneasy.
A warning.
You inhaled shallowly, then Toby hooked an arm around your neck. âLetâs go, câmon.â Too cheery, he tugged you out of the backseat, dragging you to the porch while your feet scrambled to catch up. The other two followed suit, and you were standing in the foyer in less than five minutes.
âItâs nice in here.â Trying your best to be cordial, you set your shoes on the mat as they did the same. âWell, it ainât much, but it does what itâs supposed to,â Tim said, nodding at you. Toby then ushered you to walk, and you made your way down the hall. Upon entering the living room, you met eyes with Brian, the man already settled on a lounge chair.
The fireplace crackled, and you waved at him, unsure of how to proceed. âHi.â His lips twitched up at that, an almost smile when you locked eyes. âHey.â Toby rested his palm on your lower back, intimate in a way you didnât expect. His hand pushed you deeper into the room, and he brought you over to the couch, dropping down next to you.
Tim had slumped into a recliner to your left, your seats circling the hearth. His lighter sparked once, twice, before he inhaled, the cigarette burning faintly. âYou want somethinâ to drink?â You shook your head, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. âWhereâs the spare room? I think Iâm gonnaâ turn in-â Brian piped up, interrupting you.
âThe night's young, ainât it?â
Even without looking around, you could feel their eyes boring into you. Like starved wolves waiting for prey to take the bait. âYouâre s-so tense,â Tobyâs hand was too warm on your thigh, and he closed the proximity by a fraction, nose almost brushing yours when you faced him. âBreathe, jeez.â He sniggered, his pupils flicking down to your lips.
Your heart beat loudly in your ears, body frozen by the atmosphere. Borderline claustrophobic. âSorry.â You mumbled, having his grin stretch. In that moment, your dead phone came to mind, the evident lack of outside communication enveloping you. âDonât apologize. Weâre just t-talking, nothing s-serious.â His voice had muted to a whisper, then he leaned forward.
Your mouths slotted together, and you scrambled to grip his shoulders. The force of the kiss knocked you onto your back, his frame effectively pinning you down. He wasted no time, with his hips beginning to grind as you struggled for air.
Saliva breached in strings between your lips when he withdrew. âYouâre so pretty, yâknow that? It makes it h-hard to hold back.â Your eyes were wide, breath coming in short puffs. âI- I thought-â You stuttered, and Tim shoved off his chair, coming into view while you swallowed dryly. His cigarette had been stubbed out into an ashtray, and he crouched.
âI know youâre pent up, sâalright. You jusâ need a little push.â He grasped your chin, forcing your head to the side. His tongue invaded your mouth in a blink, exploring the cavern hungrily. Messy, as your teeth clicked, and you felt Toby start to nibble down your throat. Drifting lower until he slinked off the sofa, his knees thudding against the carpet.
Your jeans were unbuckled, his fingers moving fast- you jerked, making Tim recline. He ran his tongue over his canines. âRelax. Itâll feel good, promise.â Dread, fear and a violating excitement licked up your spine. These were not good men, disgustingly scummy at best, and dangerous at worst. Yet your thighs twitched at the base of his words anyway.
The shorts were towed down your legs, getting tossed onto the floor before Toby mouthed at your clothed cunt. The heat of his tongue had you gasping, and Tim hooked a finger at your shirtâs edge. It was yanked up, exposing your chest. âNo bra? Iâm startinâ to think you were planning for this.â He snickered, groping the plush.
With Toby humming against your core, Tim began to leave hickeys across your breasts- you arched involuntarily. âWait, please.â The pleasure came crashing through your body, principal and self-preservation clashing with the wetness building inside your panties. Toby was lapping at you through the cotton, his tongue prodding between your folds, nose nudging your clit.
Your hips started moving on their own, bucking against his face as you whined. He parted from you, licking his lips. âMasky- s-sheâs soaked, man. I didnât even do anything yet.â He chuckled. Yanking you towards him while Tim swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud. Mouth on one, his hand toying with the other.
âSensitive, ainât you?â He drawled, giving you one last nip, then rising to his feet. You trembled, Toby devouring you whole when your eyes finally focused on Tim. His buckle clinked, belt hanging loose. You watched him tug at his zipper before his boxer band was pulled down. Hefty, pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock, with a vein along the underside.
He propped a knee behind your head, guiding himself to your lips. âOpen up, girl.â He rasped, and your jaw fell slack, salt coating your palate. He rocked inside slowly, lids drooping as he groaned. The sound had you clenching on nothing, and Toby pushed your ruined underwear to the side.
His mouth was so wet. Licking up your spillage, the slick dribbling down his chin. Your eyes rolled up, moaning lewdly around Timâs length, and he buried his fingers in your hair. Sinking deeper, with the tip grazing the back of your throat. You scratched at the cushions, hands balled by your sides. âLook at you- just fuckinâ askinâ for it.â He scoffed, a cruel smirk spreading across his face.
His grip became harsh, and he hauled you flush against his pelvis. Thrusting his cock balls deep while you gagged. âChokinâ on me like Iâm your man. Whereâs yerâ shame, yeah?â He huffed, watching the tears stream down your cheeks. âYou ainât too bad on the eyes, though. Prettiest whore I ever seen.â You writhed in his hold.
The coil in your gut curled taut, building and building- your thighs clamped around Tobyâs ears. Your cunt was pulsing wildly, overwhelmed by his tongue. âMm- fuck.â He groaned into your mound, gulping like itâd kill him if he let your cum go to waste. His fingers dug into your hips, grinding you onto his mouth.
Your legs were shaking when Tim grunted, spilling down your throat hotly. He slid himself past your lips with a low whistle, satisfied. Toby wiped his chin clumsily, crawling onto you as the other man stepped back. However, he was halted by Tim calling out to him. âRogers, the hell I tell you?â He pouted at that, begrudgingly pushing away from you.
âBut I prepped h-her-â He was silenced by Timâs cold glare, gritting his teeth while he slouched into the armrest. âCan I use her mouth then?â He said, glancing at you, and Tim gave him a curt nod.
Shifting your limp body upright, then hoisting you onto his lap. His cock nudged between the folds of your pussy, lining up the tip with your entrance.
Your head was spinning. Their hands felt wrong on you, but your body was betraying you. Your thighs were sticky, and the mewl that left you when he sank you down on his girth didnât help your case. You were being stretched beyond your limits, skin dewy with sweat. His cock had fit snug inside you, and it curved to press on your sweet spot hard enough to make your eyes cross. âAh-â
Toby had shuffled in front of you, jeans already shoved below his ass as he pumped his cock. âY-you want it, right?â He loomed over you, petting your cheek with an unsteady hand. âSay it. You w-want me-â His careful nature seemed to wane the longer it took for you to respond- ignoring the fact that he was talking a mile a minute.
His once-gentle touch turned abrasive, and he yanked your head back, his grip tangled in your hair. âSay you f-fucking want me.â He snarled, his eyes swimming with a violent desperation. When you nodded frantically, his grasp softened a bit, Toby laughing as if he was drunk. Pupils blown wide. âYeah- yeah, okay. âCause y-youâre really special, and I donât wannaâ make you s-sad.â
His pre-cum smeared against your lips while he angled his cock head, filling your throat in one thrust. You hiccuped pathetically at the intrusion, and he cradled your face, rolling his hips forward. âOh, shit. Ngh- youâre so perfect. Feels sâgood- fuck.â You didnât even have the time to adjust, because Tim started bouncing you a second later.
His cock was thumping up into your cervix, arms hooked under your knees as leverage. Stuffed from both ends, with Toby fucking your mouth, and Tim slamming into your cunt. Your brain was melting.
You could barely keep your eyes open, vision blurry while you blinked. Your gaze drifted past Toby, and the sight had you whining. Brian was slumped against the loveseat, boxers towed off just enough for him to stroke himself. At first glance, he appeared unaffected, but if you looked closer, youâd see it.
The flush in his cheeks, the heave of his chest. His brows were fighting to knot together as he stared, with his eyes half-lidded. Something about being watched with such fervour made you shiver, and Timâs head pitched back.
You were squeezing down on him like a vice, your little noises having him twitch inside you. He reached up, dragging his hand over your chest and kneading the fat of your tits.
âFuckinâ made for this, yeah? Gettinâ off to being used by motherfuckers you ainât know-â He rolled his neck to the left before burying his nose into your shoulder.
âYou wanted to act like you hated it, huh? Cry like you ainât begginâ for it- fuckinâ slut.â Mocking, his hips drove into you harder, pounding into you with abandon.
You clenched around him, and he cooed, licking a stripe up your neck. âI know, baby. Iâll fill you up- hah- real good.â The squelch of your pussy was embarrassingly loud, your arousal drenching his thighs.
Toby collapsed into you, catching himself with a palm against the couchâs headrest. He held your head firmly in place, his length pumping in and out of your throat. He was panting, drooling like a dog. You felt so fucking good, he couldnât think. âAh- shit, please.â His base smacked against your chin, slobber mixing with semi-opaque white.
He came with a breathy grunt, hips jolting- before he quickly tugged himself free. Jacking off onto your face, painting your skin with thick ropes. The gluey substance dripped down your features, milk pooling on your tongue as you presented your mouth. Too far gone, and he giggled, manic. âYouâre s-such a good girl, yâknow that?â Mashing his lips to yours, cum swirling with his own spit while the other man flooded your tunnel.
âShit. Youâre makinâ me wannaâ keep you.â Tim drawled, taking a moment to catch his breath. he pulled you off of him, letting you slump into the sofa, boneless. Once his words actually registered, the alarm in your gaze made him chuckle.
âOh, honey- donât tell me you thought you were still goinâ home.â
Your blood ran cold when he nodded at Brian. âHave at âer.â The man stood after the quick acknowledgment, padding over to you, half-tucked back into his boxers. If youâd been more observant, more cautious or weary, you wouldâve noticed the holster attached to the back of his belt.
The distinct click of a pistol's safety rang out as Toby sat down to your right, and he kneeled in front of you.
Holding up the weapon, he cocked his head to the side. âYou know what this is?â Panic spread from the end of your legs up to your skull. Your mouth faltered, gaping at him until he hummed, monotone. âYou scared?â Your body refused to respond, and he lowered the gun, tapping your bare stomach twice with the barrel. âYou should be.â
The hairs on your nape rose while he got to his feet. He trailed the cold steel along your collar, stopping at your lips. The harshness of the barrel left goose bumps in its wake, lethal, unhallowed. âSuck.â You swallowed thickly, tears collecting at your lashline. You leaned forward, quivering when you took the metal into your mouth.
The taste coated your tongue bitterly, like grit and unsanctioned barbarity. Adrenaline kept you upright, the only thing holding you back from hyperventilating.
You wish you ran. You wish you had toughed it out till morning, finding a payphone to call a friend. But you didnât, and you hadnât.
You bobbed your head slightly, gurgling around the pistol when he forced it deeper. In your periphery, you saw the blur of his hand, and you flinchedâ
A pet.
He was petting your hair. Smoothing down the strays, his thumb rubbing back and forth. The shock made you freeze, but he was swift to remind you. âGo on.â Not yelling. Not barking demands. Because he didnât need to.
His calm demeanour was terrifying, too calculating- like he could snap at any moment. As if your fate could be altered at a second's notice, your life sitting in the palm of his hand.
Brianâs inhales grew heavy, dragging his tongue across his teeth. His touch descended from the top of your head to your nape, resting the gunâs grip where his buckle would be as he began rocking his hips. âSee? That ainât so bad.â He murmured, grunting under his breath. He was grinding his bulge against the pistol, the muted pleasure rolling up his frame.
You were scared, fearing your end, your sanity hanging by a thread. Every muscle in your body was screaming, winding tight- before a debased want sparked at your core. Small flickers of ember, matches being struck onto the brick. They scraped and scraped until a flame burst into the dark.
The repetition of the gun thumping into the back of your throat had your mind hazy. Lulling you achingly slow, your shoulders drooped, and you let out a faint whine. But it was enough.
Tim took a drag of the freshly lit cigarette, peering at you. âWell, Iâll be damned, she likes it.â He sniggered, and Brian clicked his tongue. âCourse she does. Bet sheâs been dreaminâ âbout this for years.â Mean as he removed the metal from your mouth, he threw the weapon onto the couch haphazardly. âJesus, youâre a fucking whore.â His lip curled up into a sneer like he was disappointed.
âOn your feet.â He said, eyes cold- you urged your legs to move. Yet your reaction came too late, and his arm shot out, fingers clamping around your windpipe.
He hauled you upwards, your limbs flailing to steady yourself. âWhen I speak, you listen, and you listen good. Understand?â You clawed at his wrist weakly, whimpering like a hit animal. Your lungs were burning.
He scoffed at your pitiful strength and released you after a beat, spinning you to face the sofa. Your legs buckled when he shoved you forward, wrestling your body to arch. Your knees were spread on the cushion, with your hands finding purchase on the couch top. Quiet rustling, then a calloused palm at your waist-
Brian speared you onto his cock to the hilt, and you wailed.
He didnât ease you into it; there was no buildup or warning. With his length bullying in and out of your over-sensitive cunt, he fucked you fast and rough. âI canât- too much, please- please.â He grunted at that, spitting onto your pussy from the back. âDogs donât talk.â His hips snapped against you even harder, cruelâ
You didnât mean to.
It wasnât your fault. Your thighs were barely able to hold your weight, but in the heat of it, your foot jerked. Kicking him with enough power to make the man stagger a tad. He paused instantly, and your heart sank at his next words. âBad girl.â
You were yanked to his chest, his bicep locking around your neck. He started pounding into your walls, bruising your poor insides as punishment. âMm- haah- p-please. Didnât mean it- didnât-â Your pleas fell on deaf ears, and slick poured down your trembling legs. From the angle he had you in, his tip kept knocking into a spot that had your pupils rolling up.
It felt like you were being ripped in half, bred like a toy with no other purpose. The lack of air was making your vision dot with black, and Toby grinned, watching while he pumped himself. His hand extended, pressing down on the bulge that protruded every time Hoodie would thrust. âYouâre s-suh-so pretty like this.â You think your skull was going to explode.
Drool was leaking from the corners of your mouth, jaw slack. Moans punching up your throat by force, âAh- ah- oh-â You scratched at his bicep, squirming pathetically. He huffed and loosened his hold. Barring an arm around your chest instead, condensing your breasts, his fingers digging into your skin. His breath was feverish against your ear.
âAt least pretend you hate me.â He panted, taunting you while driving deeper into your pussy. âLettinâ us spread your legs, didnât even have to ask.â The fabric of his sweater was tacky on your back, coarse as he chuckled. âShit, yerâ makinâ a fucking mess on me- you gonnaâ cum?â Your moans scratched your throat raw, and you bucked into him.
Tim clenched his jaw in thought, then he laughed, snatching the pistol. âDonât worry, hun. Weâll take care of you real nice.â The barrel was pressed to your clit, making you jerk. âNo- ngh.â The contrast in temperatures was euphoric, cool metal against your sweltering cunt.
You were toeing the ledge, on the brink, when your shoulders bowedâ before Brian stilled behind you.
You squirmed on him, twitching, and he reclined. Stopping you from falling with a fistful of your hair, as he gave your ass a stinging spank. âIf you wannaâ cum, youâre gonnaâ work for it-â
Rasping, he set his palm on the curve of your spine, pushing you to arch. âGrind.â His voice had dropped an octave, and the baritone had you dripping.
It was mortifying, but you couldnât help the sway of your hips. With each rut, the steel slid between your folds, pussy split open on his cock. Embarrassment flooded you, your face aflame while your whines heightened in pitch.
Back and forth, back and forth, your orgasm simmering while you shook. Too much and too little all at once.âPlease- please, wannaâ cum- please.â You begged, the woven fabric of the sofa sullied beneath you.
Brian gritted his teeth. You were throbbing around him, cunt pulsing. He could fucking hear how wet you are, the sticky squelching echoing through the room every time your ass pressed onto him. He dug his grasp firmer into your waist, the dull pain fuelling your pleasure. Wires had crossed in your head, and you moaned, wanton and needy.
He was staving off his own peak, biting down on his lip to stifle his groan. His patience had withered to nothing, and he sharply hauled your hips back. Cockhead forced against your cervix, stuffing you to the brink. Not fucking you, with the only stimulation being from the stretch and the tainted metal of the weapon. You were too full, so full it hurtâ the ecstasy crashed into you mercilessly. âBrian.â
Your head spun, and your view phased in and out, white at the edges. He acted before he could think it through. Perhaps it was your blatant desperation, the way you breathed his name like a prayer. Either way, you felt a stern hand on your jaw.
Jerking your face to the side, his lips molding over yours. His tongue invaded your mouth, sweeping your teeth, consuming you entirely.
He was corrupting your mind, his touch both desecrating and reverent. You whined, and he drank in the sound. Spurting inside you, then releasing you with a messy smack. âChrist.â He exhaled, his length slipping out of your pussy. Brianâs spend leaked from your sopping hole, and his thumb pried you wide when he hummed in approval.
Tim gave your clit a final tap. Tugging the pistol out of the way just in time, your body crumbling onto the chair, beyond exhausted. The surface stuck to your sweat-slicked skin, and you were uncomfortably sticky from head to toe. Yet, just as your lids began to close, a flash went off behind you. It made the last of your adrenaline surge to the front. âW-wait-â Arms like lead, you peeked over your shoulder.
His unfeeling smirk told you everything, camera in hand, and the scent of smoke wafted into the air before Tim spoke. âWe ainât the type to keep souvenirs. You should be honoured.â
Toby snickered at the man's praise. âTold you, y-you were s-special.â He peeled you off the sofa, propping you against his chest, with your thighs straddling his own.
âItâs my turn, pretty. You canât p-pass out yet, okay?â You didnât have the energy to reply if you wanted to, limbs useless by now. All you could do was moan quietly as he sank you down onto his cock. âFuck, youâre s-so warm.â He groaned into your ear, anchoring his palms under your ass to bounce you. Your arms hung limp by your sides, Toby fucking up into your puffy cunt.
Your clit kept bumping into his base, and the sparse hair of his happy trail ground against your sensitive skin. Even through Tobyâs sweater, you could feel the ridges of roped muscle. Strength nurtured by gruelling labour and nothing else.
The perspiration had dampened his face, his bandages lifting at the corners. Another thrust, another jerk of his head- and the patch peeled off.
A gnarled, ragged scar tugged at the skin on his cheek, revealing his gums. It looked like it had healed and reopened over and over again, his teeth exposed at the deepest part of the gouge. You think thereâs something wrong with you. A festering infection that youâd ignored, only revealing itself now.
You pulled yourself from his shoulder and leaned in as he eased his rhythm, confused. âWhat-?â Then your tongue ran over his unconcealed teeth. You were licking his fucking scar. He screeched a laugh, yanking you back by the hair.
âYouâre f-fucking sick.â Toby smashed your lips together no more than a second after, pelvis slapping against your mound.
Tim chuckled in disbelief, nodding at Brian. âLook at that- we shouldâve grabbed her sooner.â He extended the gun loosely, and the other man agreed with a grunt, snagging the grip from his hand. âIâm surprised she made it this far with a head that empty.â He stepped to you, trailing the barrel up your spine while you rode Tobyâs cock.
It felt too good- you couldnât stop. The veins on his girth dragged in and out of your tunnel, catching on the ridges and making you drool. Fucked dumb on it and high off the friction. Brian huffed, sneering.
âHumpinâ him like an addict. I bet you canât even fuckinâ hear me.â He said, using the top of the pistol to lug your head back, the metal pressed against your throat. âOpen.â An order that you obeyed swiftly, tongue stuck out. He spat onto your palette, clamping a palm over your mouth, and watching you swallow without a fight. He scoffed.
Swapping the weapon with his hand, your windpipe was snug in his grip before he raised the gun to your temple. âYou got five minutes to finish him off, or Iâm pullinâ the trigger.â The gun was rammed so hard against your skull that it burned, aching from the shooting pain. You slammed your hips down fervently and hiccuped.
Your nervous system was at war with itself, your mind sending out alerts. Blaring sirens, and going comatose from fear, while your body struggled to keep up with the agonizing pleasure. You sobbed, panting as Toby threw his head back, eyes scrunched shut. âShit- fuck- fuckfuckââ He arched, writhing under you, and Tim whistled to your side, jeering. âIâm startinâ to like you, baby. You ainât wannaâ break my heart, do yaâ?â
Your cunt felt raw, the nonstop usage having hot tears stream down your cheeks. Theyâd been so rough, and your inner thighs hurt, bruises already forming. Your orgasm seized you painfully, your arousal squirting onto Tobyâs stomach as he keened, brows knotted up. He tensed completely, then sagged into the cushions, chest heaving.
The pistol slid from your head when you collapsed into him.
Spittle mixed with snot and salt had your face a mess, and you snivelled, nearly hyperventilating. You were sore all over, head heavier than cement, your muscles screaming from overexertion. You were so tired.
Your ears were stuffed with cotton, but you could still make out Timâs voice, the faint shuffling as he moved closer. His hand brushed the hair out of your eyes, and you sniffled, hiccuping loudly.
Yet even through your bleary vision, his worry was laid bare.
âCome back to me, sugar- câmon.â
Toby adjusted you carefully while Brian rushed to grab water and hot towels. âYouâre okay. We g-got you.â He muttered, smoothing his palm down your back. Tim pressed a kiss to your damp forehead. âItâs done, you did so well. So, so good, you hear me?â
Softly, he cradled your cheek, thumb rubbing back and forth. âYouâre alright, just breathe for me, hun.â Your inhales finally began to slow, and Brian rounded the couch.
Walking to the front of the chair, he stood with one knee settled between you and Tim to steady his weight. âHeya,â dolly.â He whispered, cautious not to shock your system further. The bottle was brought to your lips, and you gulped down the water. The liquid cooled you swiftly, making you nuzzle into Tobyâs arms once you were satisfied.
Brianâs hands rested on your arms when he pitched forward, littering your features in feather-light pecks.
He withdrew after a minute and towed the coffee table towards himself. Taking a seat, then supplying Toby with the clean rags as Tim laced his fingers with yours. Your tremors still hadnât ceased, and he frowned.
âCan you tell me where you are?â Tim mumbled, holding your knuckles to his chest. The warmth of his hand, along with Toby's body, had you fighting sleep, slurring. âAt homeâŠâ He hummed at that, sighing in relief.
Theyâd been wary when youâd initially brought it up, but you said you were sure. Itâs not like you hadnât done roleplay in the past- itâs just that this was going the extra mile. You wished to go all in, setting up a whole scenario for it. You had debated storylines the night prior and decided on the hitchhiker trope.
You would be stranded, alone and vulnerable- picked up by three strangers in a truck. They would take you back to an âunfamiliar cabinâ to have their way with you.
Clicheâ, yet youâd been excited. And one very, very long conversation about safewords later, you took a bus to a decently far gas station. Walking back for authenticity, according to you. You didnât talk to them for the full twenty-four hours leading up to it and everything.
Still, the concern remained present. The last thing they wanted was to actually scare you, and this would be a heavy role to partake in. The fear of pushing you too far, being too rough or hurting you had been circling their minds the entire night. Always waiting an extra second after an act, just in case you needed a break or to stop the scene entirely.
Tim kissed your bare shoulder. âYou know who we are?â Some would say it was dumb, but he didnât care. Facts would ground you- reminders would ensure your comedown was stable. He needed you to know you were safe.
You swallowed, blinking at him lazily. âMy boys.â He smiled, nodding, pupils dilated while he gave your palm a squeeze. âMhm.â Toby finished wiping the grime from your back, pecking your crown. âHow are you feeling, angel?â He cast the towel aside and snatched a fresh one from a bowl filled with warm water. âSleepy.â Brian chuckled at your dazed expression, hushed.
âSâbeen a long night, hm?â He rose, redoing his buckle halfway. âLetâs get you cleaned up, darlinâ. Yerâ gonnaâ catch a cold like this.â Tim followed suit, and Toby shuffled to stand, hoisting you upwards. With your legs wrapped around his waist, the four of you made your way upstairs.
The bath was heavenly for your sore joints, and you breathed out, content. Tim and Toby had taken the standing shower, with you and Brian cuddled in the tub after a quick rinse.
You scooped the sudds in your hands, reclining into his chest. âYou are a very convincing actor, Bri Bri.â He laughed, one arm resting at your hip, the other thrown over the porcelain ledge.
âMm- nearly broke character when you flinched. I felt like a fuckinâ bastard.â
âYeah, but thatâs the point! You were all âgrrr, obey me or else- you whore.â It was crazy.â
He cringed at the memory. âLord, that sounds awful out loud. You sure you liked it?â The water sloshed a bit, your feet wiggling, and you giggled. Peering at him. âYes. And I thought you were very sexy. What if you wore your masks next time?â He shot you a look, squinting at you. âDolly, I think you have a thing, and we should talk about it.â You jutted out your bottom lip. âBut you could chase me through the woodsââ
âAbsolutely not.â
Tim had shoved his head out from the shower door, the glass fogged with steam. âThe forest is dangerous. You could trip- what if you hurt yourself, huh? And there are animals and bugs, and Iâm not defiling you on the dirt while you cry. It ainât right.â
His hair was foamed with soap, and Toby swiped at the condensation, creating a little window to look through. âItâs t-too risky, muffin. You could fall or s-something.â You huffed, defensive. âIâm not even that clumsy.â
âIt ainât about beinâ clumsy, itâs principle.â
âTim.â
âUh uh. Itâs in the house where itâs safe, or itâs not happeninâ. Yerâ lucky we even agreed to that lilâ gun thing.â
You groaned, sagging against Brian as you pouted. âIt was empty!â He snickered from behind you, and Tim narrowed his eyes, pointing a finger at you. âDonât start with me, girl.â He closed the door, the attitude radiating off him when Toby snorted.
âI know you wannaâ, but itâs dangerous out there- and what if EJ s-sees? Heâs super strict about that s-stuff. Heâd kill all of us before we could explain.â His explanation had you raising a brow, and you leaned your cheek onto Brianâs bicep.
âReally?â
âYeah- Jackâs moral compass is s-strong. Like. Strong.â
âI thought he just ate people?â
âAngel, if I told him I called you a whore with no context, heâd punch m-me into a wallââ
Ghost reader x Tim was supposed to be smut but I blinked and itâs fluff with chubby ghost reader and him desperately trying to convince you heâs into that shit.
âSiri, how do I tell the ghost haunting my cabin that I need that undead cookie?â
