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Ash Williams: With great hotness comes great responsibility.
Freddy Krueger: In my country, it is considered very very bad luck when your house burns down.
Hannibal Lecter: The minute they got rid of rotary phones, everything went to hell.
Jack Torrence: I’m the cool dad. That’s my thing. I’m hip. I surf the Web. I text. LOL: laugh out loud. OMG: Oh my God. WTF: Why the face?
Michael Myers: I’m sort of like Costco. I’m big, I’m not fancy, and I dare you to not like me.
Jason Vorhees: I won cutest baby at the 1974 Jasper County Fair. People at the time said I could go Gerber.
Patrick Bateman: That’s the fourth Hawaiian shirt he’s lost. I’m telling you this is a Dateline story waiting to happen!
Brahms Heelshire: What could be more natural than your mother’s tongue in your ear?
Lester Sinclair: I’ve been thinking of moving out for some time now. There’s a line of ants going to a trick-or-treat bag in my closet, and I don’t want to still be here when they get sick of candy.
Vincent Sainclair: These are crafts for the supplies table. I finally figured out what we’re going to be making.
Summary: Fun smutty little one shot I wrote for the Sinclair Brothers!
Warnings: Elements of suspense, fear, wax figures, and smut! Lots of smut. Size difference, threesome, Eiffel tower, spit roasting, devil’s threesome, messy blowjobs, anal, gendered genitals, AFAB reader, AFAB Genitals
Word Count: 4978
Request?: Nope!
A/N: Just watched House of Wax and yeah, I needed to write this out- I hope y’all like it and don’t forget to check out my WID! I do take requests!
Trying to keep quiet was never one of your strong suits, and when you were running through a town inhabited solely by wax figures- that made it even harder, every gasping pant that escape your lips seemed so loud in the silent little town; but you had to run, you had to get away and hide.
Fire ripped through your lungs as you pushed yourself more and more, this was life and death after all. You had maybe two more minutes before the redneck noticed you were gone, and you knew he’d be on your tail within three minutes- if you could just make it- you wrapped your hand around the door to the theater and threw it open before you pulled it gently closed behind you, not wanting him to see how you had disturbed anything in town.
Everything was on motion sensors, you knew that, and hopping over where the sensor was would make this a little easier on you, so you did that, thankful that you had noticed where the sensors were earlier. After getting into the theater you ducked into the auditorium, moving down the row of seats until you felt like you were far enough from the door to be able to hide- so you did.
You collapsed into a seat, panting still, trying to catch your breath as you put your hand over your chest while you waited. It was perfectly dark in here- thanks to your quick thinking about the motion sensors, and you leaned back in your seat, fanning yourself with your hand while your breaths stopped coming out in gasping pained gasps, and eventually started to slow down.
It would be terrifying to most, to be trapped in this room with the wax figures all around, but when it was dark, it was like you could pretend they weren’t there. You sighed and laid your head back against the back of the seat, relieved to have a slight respite from running, and sure that you may have found a good hiding spot, now you just had to wait it out.
When you opened your eyes it was to the lights flickering on and you realized you had no idea how long you had been asleep. You gasped as you whipped your head around and looked at the door, it was just barely cracking open and you ducked quickly to the floor as the door opened. You clapped a hand over your mouth and nose before you slipped a hand into your pocket and felt your eyes close in relief as you felt your lighter. You could hear his boots as he moved down the aisle, pausing at every row of seats before you sat up just a little, he was about six rows from you, and looking at one of the figures so you took aim and threw the lighter, watching as it arched through the air and then landed in the back row of the other side of the theater.
His head whipped around and he started towards the area that the sound had come from while you slipped into the aisle and crept your way down to the back exit, praying it was unlocked.
You knew you had to go now, while he was looking behind the curtained walls of the theater, to see if you were hiding there, but you also knew it would make noise to escape that way and you had to consider- could you run faster than him?
As it turned out, you didn’t actually need to run faster than him, there were a few cars parked out back and after the door to the theater slammed, you were able to run to one of the cars and get inside of it, ducking down on the floorboard of the back seat while the back door to the theater slammed open again.
“Oh-ho-ho, you think you’re fuckin’ clever don’t you?” you heard him call into the night. “Clever clever clever little bitch,” he shouted as he started to walk around, checking behind cars. He sounded like he was near the red truck so you reached up, muffling your disgust at the feeling of a dead bug on the seat with your other hand before your fingers wrapped around a thick blanket on the seat. Carefully- so carefully you pulled it off of the seat and began to unfold it, pulling it over yourself until you were sure you were completely covered. “I’m going to find you,” he promised as he walked by the car you were in, you covered your mouth with your hand, hoping he wouldn’t look into the cars, praying he’d think you ran towards the trees, and when it seemed like he had gone you sat up, looking carefully out the window to the car.
You didn’t see him, you checked the back window, the windshield, everywhere, and you still didn’t see him. You were safe for the moment, but you had been sure you were safe in the movie theater too.
Your hand grasped the handle to the car door, you could make it to the sugar mill, it was just through the woods, a mile away, and you were sure you could make that. There you had a thousand places to hide, but in town, you were a sitting duck, just waiting for him to notice something- anything out of place.
You eased the car door open with a creak and hoped he hadn’t heard it as you slipped out of the car. Your feet made soft whispers of sound against the asphalt as you started to move to the road that would take you to the sugar mill. The walk took you twenty minutes, you jogged some of it but then slowed down for other parts of it, not wanting to use all of your energy getting there and not wanting to be too loud as you jogged. If you could just make it to sunrise, you’d be safe, you wouldn’t have to run anymore.
When you got to the old sugar mill the lights were all on- the brother must have been here recently, and you stopped as you listened, you couldn’t hear anyone moving around, you couldn’t hear anything but the hum of the lights above you, the wind that was blowing outside, and your own panting.
You moved around cars, then found one of the staircases going upstairs and moved up it to the catwalk where you knew a lot of suitcases, trunks, and clothes were kept. There was one trunk you had seen in particular before, it was vintage, it was huge, and you knew it would be good enough to hide it. It was kept on top of another trunk, with a bunch of clothes on top of it- he would never think to look for you there, and when you found it you looked around before opening the trunk and climbing into it, thankful that you were small and could fit inside the trunk easily.
You closed the trunk lid and sighed, feeling safe for the first time since this had all started, and relaxed a little. Soon this would all be over and you’d be okay.
You wished you had your watch or your phone with you so you could see what time it was, how much time you had to stay hidden before you were safe again, but you’d just have to make due.
It felt like you were in the trunk for hours before you heard the door open downstairs and you froze, you had been trying to shift a little, to alleviate the cramp in your thigh when you heard the heavy footsteps making their way around downstairs. Wincing you tried to move a little again, noticing the boots making their way up the stairs, but god your leg hurt, you needed some electrolytes and bad.
You stilled when you heard him walking down the row that you were in, and held your breath as he approached the trunk, then let it out when he seemed to walk by. Good, he was passing by without checking the trunks. You shifted again, this time your foot hit the side of the trunk and you stilled, hoping he was too far away to have noticed. Everything was silent for a few seconds and you relaxed, he wasn’t there, he was searching somewhere else, you were- the lid suddenly flug open and you screamed as you looked up at the smug face of the man who had been hunting you. Fucked- you were absolutely fucked.
He grabbed you by the hair as you screamed and pulled you up into a sitting position as he licked his lips in triumph. “Well lookie what we have here,” he said as he grinned. “‘Fraid it’s not dawn yet- you know what that means,”
“Bo- Bo wait,” you pleaded before he shoved you back into the trunk and slammed the lid shut again. “Bo!” you shouted, beating your fists against the lid to the trunk before you felt the trunk start to shift. It fell to a thud off of the trunk it had been perched on top of and you let out a yelp at the sudden movement. Then you could feel it moving, being dragged down the row, towards the stairs you realized before you felt the trunk shift directions and start to be pulled again. “No- Bo!” you shouted, realizing he was pulling the trunk towards the stairs.
Each hit of the edge of the trunk against each descending step shook the entire trunk which creaked like a ship and make you hope against all hope that the trunk would stay intact on this trip down the stairs.
When the trunk was opened again you had to admit, you were a little worse for wear from being tossed around coming down the stairs, and then you noticed Bo, staring down at you, grinning victoriously, and moving his hand to the front of his already tight jeans. “Wait- Double or nothing,” you managed to sputter, making him stop and frown.
“What?” he asked.
“Double or nothing. You give me ten minutes to find a spot in here, hide, and if you can find me before time is up, I’ll do twice what I said before,” you bargained as he stared down at you with a frown before his eyes narrowed and he looked at you.
“When you say twice…?”
“Both holes,” you promised, his eyes lighting up when you confirmed what he had obviously been hoping, but was skeptical. He licked his lips as he looked around and then leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of the trunk.
“Couple rules,” he said and you nodded, thankful he was starting to see it your way.
“Okay?”
“You can only hide in here- no leaving the building, and that means no tunnels either,” he pointed a finger at you.
“Okay.” you agreed, that was fine, you would stay in the building.
“Once you find a good spot you stay there,” he continued and you shook your head at that.
“No way, if I can move around the way I’ve been doing, and not get caught, that’s on you for not being a better hunter,” you teased and he narrowed his eyes again before he leaned in and gripped a handful of the back of your hair, making you look up at him and meet his eyes.
“When it comes time, I get to cum wherever I want- in or on that little body of yours,”
“Deal,” you panted as you looked up at him.
“You got twenty minutes, I’m gonna go outside, smoke a cigarette,” he said lowly as he straightened up, not letting go of your hair.
“Mm- Bo-” you whined and he grinned loosely as he tightened the grip on your hair, pulling you forward, with him standing up straight and you sitting on your knees, you were just about eye level with his crotch and you could see how hard he already was. He tugged you closer, if he moved his hips forward, he’s be rubbing the denim clad tent across your face- but he didn’t, instead he let go of your hair, turned on his heel and marched out of the door.
“And no help!” he shouted over his shoulder.
“Fine!” you yelled back, exasperated before he slammed the door to the sugar mill, leaving you alone.
It took you about fifteen minutes to decide where you wanted to hide, on the furthest end of the ground floor, there was an old van that was likely from the 70’s or sometime similar, and when you got inside it, the smell of dust and old carpet made you gag, but you didn’t care, you had a bet to win.
It took under an hour for Bo to find you- and when he did, it was when you were creeping from the van to a station wagon a few rows over, you were just getting into the back seat, crawling into it really, you could hear Bo a few rows away looking in a car, when you felt a pair of hands grab your waist and shove you down against the brown vinyl seat of the old station wagon.
You gasped, whipping your head around to see Bo standing there with a wide grin, and then looked over towards the area where the sound was coming from. “I got ‘er,” he shouted and you groaned when you saw Vincent move out from between the two cars.
“You said no help,” you reminded him and he scoffed softly as he moved one hand between your legs and started to rub you through the shorts you were wearing.
“I said you couldn’t get any help,” he said simply. “Not that I couldn’t get any help,”
“That’s not fair,” you whined as Vincent moved closer, you could see his one eye taking you in as you watched him before glancing back at Bo.
“You said both holes,” he reminded you. “You just didn’t say how many dicks,” he grinned and you gasped as you looked over at Vincent.
“Wait-”
“Don’t worry Pumpkin,” he said as he pushed you further into the station wagon. “We’re gonna take real good care of ya, ain’t we Vinny?”
You looked over at Vincent who was moving around the car and opened the door in front of you while Bo’s hands moved down to the button of your shots and began to work at it while you tried to think of a way out of this happening with both of them- but when you felt Bo rubbing himself against you, when you felt the way your body reacted to it, and you felt his hand move under your shorts and you could feel it press against the wet front of your panties- you knew you didn’t have too much fight in you- especially when it came to making the twins happy. Maybe you indulged them, but when you felt Bo’s finger rubbing over your damp panties, along your warm slit- you knew it wouldn’t take much for him to coax you into doing whatever he wanted.
“Mm,” you sighed as you arched back against him, you were on your knees on the back bench seat of the station wagon and you looked over your shoulder at Bo who was grinning like a fool.
“That’a girl,” he said as he continued to stroke you through your panties. “Tell Bo what you want,”
“Your cock,” you breathed as you bit your lip, you could feel your nipples hardening at the feeling of his finger finding your clit and when you gasped he let out a soft laugh.
“Oh good girl,” he chuckled, grinding his tented jeans against your own jean clad pussy while he continued to move the hand that had slipped beneath your jeans and was currently rubbing said pussy through your cotton panties. “You know how you earn this cock?” he asked as you arched back against him before shaking your head.
“No,” you replied and he reached out with his free hand and caught a handful of your hair, turning you to look over your shoulder at him.
“You suck Vincent’s cock- Doesn’t she, Vinny?” he asked as he turned your hair back to look at Vincent who was watching the scene in front of him, a tent pitching in his pants as he looked down at you.
“Daddy,” you breathed and he chuckled as he gave your pussy a small squeeze through your panties. “You said my mouth and my pussy were only yours,”
“Yeah, I did,” he agreed. “But he’s my twin,” he reminded you and you let out a small shudder before looking up at Vincent again. You licked your lips as you looked from the wax mask he wore and then down to the tent in his pants before you reached out to start undoing his pants. “Good girl,” Bo was grinning behind you, you could tell. He began to reward you for doing what he wanted by pulling your shorts down to your knees while you moved Vincent’s pants down his hips, His boxers were next to go, and when his cock sprang free you had to wonder at how identical the twins really were- down to the exact same cock.
Your lips wrapped around the familiar cock; you’d been sucking Bo’s for a year now, and after swirling your tongue around the head of it a few times you wrapped your hand around his base and then opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out as far as it would go before you tapped Vincent’s cock against your tongue a few times.
His breathing under the mask was even and steady right now, but you could tell he liked it by the way he grabbed the door of the car with one hand and the roof with the others. A low groan rumbled from beneath the mask and you had to admit it was wild how similar the two men sounded when you played with his cock.
As you pumped Vincent’s cock a few times you felt cool air hitting your pussy and then a finger sliding inside of you. Your head fell forward, your forehead resting against Vincent’s lower stomach and then you looked back at Bo who was grinning as he pumped his finger in and out of you slowly.
“Oh fuck,” you whispered.
“Yeah, you like that y/n?” Bo asked. “I know you do. Go ahead and show Vincent what that pretty mouth of yours can do,” he ordered and you turned back to his brother, wrapping your lips around his thick, vieny cock and started to suck it, he groaned again, moving one hand from the hood of the car to the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair as he guided your head, bobbing over his cock while Bo’s finger pumped in and out of you, almost rhythmically with your mouth over Vincent’s cock.
Bo’s finger made a wet sound as you sucked Vincent’s cock, and after a few moments of pumping it in and out of you, Bo started to curl his finger, before he brushed the spot inside you that made your knees weak for him. You moaned around Vincent’s cock, your hand still wrapped around his base as you let Vincent guide you back and forth over it.
“Is that it Sweetpea?” Bo asked. “Oh that’s it, good girl,” he praised as he rubbed his finger against that wonderful, amazing spot inside you again. You groaned, the vibrations from your throat around him making Vincent groan too, and Bo was soon adding a second finger to your tight wet cunt. “That’s a good girl,” Bo continued as he kept moving his fingers in and out, curling them and rubbing them against that spot inside you in an achingly slow pace.
“Bo,” you whined as you pulled your mouth off of Vincent’s cock. “Oh fuck that’s so good-”
“Ah-ah-ah-” Bo said as he stilled his hand. “Don’t you stop what you’re doing,” he chastised as he pulled his fingers from your pussy, leaving you achingly and infuriatingly empty.
“No no, Bo, no, don’t stop,” you begged and he smiled.
“You don’t want me to stop?” he asked as Vincent’s hand tightened in your hair.
“No,” you whined.
“Then you better get back to it,” he replied and as if you had been struck by lightning you immediately got back to work, sucking and moaning around Vincent’s cock, letting him push your head down further while Bo began to run a finger lightly over the small swollen nub of pleasure that he liked to toy with. His hands were rough, and the rough feeling of his finger against your swollen little nub was so exquisite, it was aching you to not have his fingers inside you.
You could hear groans and pants from both men, the slurps and soft chokes escaping you as Vincent pushed your head further over his cock, before you felt Bo start to push into you with what was definitely not his fingers. Your knees spread further as he pushed forward, his thick cock that was identical to the one in your mouth pushing into your wet cunt, moaning around said cock as it slid into you, you sucked your cheeks harder, making Vincent groan as he started to move his hips faster.
Bo, never one to turn down a challenge, began to do the same, instead of letting you get used to his thick length like he normally would, he began to force it in and out of you quickly, his hands moving from your hips to slide under your shirt where he pulled the cups of your bra down and started to pinch and pull at your nipples.
You groaned, arching back to meet his hard thrusts, while just as eagerly moving forward to meet Vincent’s hard thrusts into your mouth. You groaned, moving your hand from the base of his cock to cup and fondle his balls, rubbing the spot just behind his balls as he groaned and panted, gripping your hair tighter until you felt him grab your face with both hands, holding your head still as he thrust harder into your mouth, you could feel your eyes watering and saliva filling your mouth and dribbling down your chin as his cock kept thrusting into your throat, activating your gag reflex, but with him not slowing down, it you could barely keep breathing let alone focus on swallowing your spit.
“Vin, turn ‘er over,” you heard Bo say and Vincent pulled out of your mouth, letting you gasp as drool clung to the tip of his cock and connected to your lips. You whimpered when you were turned over and the twins looked down at you, realizing that they were too tall for the position Bo wanted you in.
“Fuck,” he grunted before looking over at Vincent who glanced at the hood of the car. “Oh good idea.” he agreed before he grabbed you by the back of the knees and dragged you out of the car. You yelped as your back hit the edge of the car and your ass landed on the cold ground, but you stayed down, knowing that Bo was in a mood. “Come on,” he grabbed you by the hair and you gasped as you let him pull you, half crawling to the hood of the car. You stood up and kicked your shorts and underwear off while Bo gestured to Vincent. You heard the ripping before you realized what was happening, and a moment later your favorite tank top was falling forward, Vincent had cut it up the back and Bo yanked it off of your body before Vincent did the same thing to the back of your bra, leaving you naked in front of the brothers.
“Lay back,” Bo ordered after picking you up and setting you on the hood of the car. You did as he said and soon you were groaning around Vincent’s thick cock again as he thrust it in and out of your mouth while Bo roughly thrust into your drenched pussy. You could feel Vincent’s hands on your breasts, kneading and squeezing them while Bo hooked your legs over his elbows and thrust into you deeply. As you got close you were groaning and moaning around Vincent’s cock, the taste of his precum letting you know he was just as close as you were. “Oh you’re getting close ain’t ya Sweetpea?” Bo asked and you groaned in the affirmative. “Pinch them little tits Vinny,” Bo ordered his brother. “It gets her all wet and wild,” he gave you a wicked grin at his joke before he reached down and started rubbing your clit, your aching, swollen clit.
You could feel your thighs beginning to shake as you moaned around Vincent’s cock, Vincent had done what Bo suggested and was twisting and pinching at your nipples while Bo was pinching and rubbing your clit, Vincent’s cock pumped in and out of your throat while Bo’s pumped in and out of your pussy before he used one hand to lift your hips a little further, and his cock brushed against that wonderful, incredible spot inside you and you felt your body start to shake as your orgasm washed over you.
You’d think you’d know better than to expect Bo to give you a break while you came, but oh no, he was still there, panting, and rubbing your clit while you came all over his cock, the identical cock that pumped inside your mouth was moving in and out of you harder, more desperately and as your orgasm started to settle, his began, Vincent gripped your chin, jerking his hips roughly into your face as he ground his pelvis against you, his balls pressing into your nose, almost cutting off your ability to breathe and when you jerked at the realization that you couldn’t breathe when he thrust into your throat, Bo kept rubbing your clit, kept squeezing and rubbing it between his fingers until another little aftershock ran through your body as Vincent’s cum began to spurt into your throat.
The angle you were at made it hard for you to swallow while his cock was still in your throat and when he pulled back you gasped before coughing, cum covering your mouth and chin as you coughed it up, while Vincent continued to thrust his hips against your mouth, rope after rope of sticky fluid filling your mouth, your nose and your senses, all of it ending up on your face. “Messy messy girl,” Bo laughed as he ground his hips against yours. “Fuck what a Dirty girl,”
“Yes,” you gasped. “I’m your dirty girl,” you panted.
“Good,” he said before he helped you sit up, Vincent’s hands had left your throat and your body and Bo began to wipe the cum off of your face, tutting softly as he did. “You liked that didn’t you Sweetpea? Choking on Vincent’s cock? Drowning in his cum?”
You couldn’t help but blush at Bo’s words, there was something about this extremely fucked up situation that you did like- god you liked it. “Yes,” you whispered as he wrapped his arm around you and turned you around, he was sitting back against the hood of the car, your legs were still wrapped around his waist and your knees found purchase on the front bumper to the car.
“Yeah you like being filled up by both the Sinclair brothers?” he asked and you grinned as you nodded, feeling him run his hand over your ass before he started to push his fingers against your tight hole.
“Wait- what- what are you doing?” you asked as you felt him spearing something over your ass before you realized- it was Vincent’s cum, he was rubbing Vincent’s cum into your asshole.
“You said both holes,” he reminded you before you felt Vincent step up behind you.
“No- No!” you gasped as the two brothers lifted you up, positioning you between them and then both started to enter you, Vincent’s cock pressed into your tight ass in an excruciating way, and Bo’s cock continued to fill your aching cunt.
It was slow, each brother would take his turn, moving in an inch, stretching you out to fit both cocks in your tight holes, you were used to Bo, but with the added thick length of Vincent from behind it was something new entirely and you were shaking as they worked at getting into you.
When the both of them bottomed out in you, you had never felt so full in your entire life. Sobs shook your body as Bo kissed and sucked at your neck before he cupped your face and grinned at you. “Who do you belong to?” he asked and you looked at him before letting out a whimper. “I said- who do you belong to?” he asked.
“You,” you moaned and he grinned.
“That’s right,” he agreed. “You belong to us.”
The two brothers soon found a rhythm to fucking you, pulling you down over their cocks, and soon you had all but forgotten about the pain as you cried out, feeling their cocks filling you, feeling them use you for their pleasure, and when they both came inside you, and they stayed inside you afterwards, you were panting, pressed between both of their bodies while they continued to rock their hips against you gently as you came down from the nerve racking pleasure you had never imagined you’d receive at the hands of the Sinclair twins.
“”Sun’s comin’ up,” Bo pointed out to y/n as you recovered, leaning back against Vincent’s chest while Bo kissed and sucked and left marks on your skin. “Next time,” Bo panted as he looked away from you and to Vincent. “I think we should let Lester in on the hunt.”
Summary: Chapter 3/5 of a mini story featuring Ash and a beautiful stripper named Candy.
Warnings: Mentions of Strip clubs, drinking, drugs, age difference, nudity.
Word Count: 2939
Request?: Nope!
A/N:
Just a little something I came up with because I love Ash Williams, it’s cute, it’s something nice for Ash, and it lets our boy grow a little bit. No smut in this chapter, but there will be in future chapters!
Part 1
Part 2
Fall was indeed on them over the next couple weeks. Things had gone back to their version of normal and Ash had to admit he liked the perks that came from being known around Lucky’s as Candy’s boyfriend. The cop had apparently mentioned it to Lucky, who the next time Ash came by to drop Candy off had come out to the car and talked to him for a minute, saying he appreciated Ash looking out for Candy and getting her out of that situation at her old roommate’s and that Candy had seemed a lot better since she had started living with Ash.
He had to admit, even if Candy didn’t think of him as her boyfriend, he liked being thought of as her boyfriend.
It was getting busy at work for her right now, Thanksgiving was coming up and a lot of the girls had families, so she was picking up extra shifts, and with the amount of loggers and truckers and other guys who didn’t have much going on in their lives, Candy was pulling down some good money.
Ash was busy too, Value Mart was pretty busy with the holidays coming up, and with Black Friday right around the corner, he was getting scheduled for more and more shifts.
On one of the rare evenings they both had the night off, Ash woke up late, he liked being able to sleep in, and on their mutual days off they would sometimes stay in bed all day, her scrolling on her phone, him dozing almost all day, or looking at magazines or something. This day however he woke up to an empty bed, and the smell of bacon in the trailer.
He sat up and looked around before he reached over and pulled the curtain back and saw her there at the little kitchenette wearing one of his shirts, her hair in a messy bun, and music softly playing on her phone. She was cooking and he felt his stomach growl.
After sitting up he moved to his feet before walking over and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. She leaned back into his touch and he smiled softly, feeling how she pressed back against him, feeling that firm ass of hers right against his groin. Like it often did when he was around her his blood decided to settle down south and he groaned softly as he started to pull away from her.
“I’m makin breakfast,” she told him and he smiled softly.
“I see that Pumpkin,” he told her and she smiled as she looked over her shoulder at him.
“Why don’t you go clean off the table?” she suggested and he sighed as he looked over at the table before he looked back at her and reached out for a slice of the bacon on the plate next to the stove. “Get outta here,” she admonished him, swatting his hand and he let out an astonished laugh.
“Hey,” he chastised her. “Can’t believe you’d hit a guy with one hand.”
“Go clean the table.” she insisted and he walked away from her to do just that. Of course Ash’s method of cleaning just meant transferring the mess to somewhere else, and today that mess got tossed onto another chair, but she didn’t seem to mind.
When the table was clean Ash noticed the dust and grime that had built up on the table- they really didn’t use it that often. He grabbed the sponge from the sink and wiped it off before he grabbed two green plastic plates he’d bought at work when he realized she would be sticking around and then some forks and some orange flowered glasses that he’d had for- well forever.
There was a carton of orange juice in the fridge, medium pulp, she liked pulp, said it was healthier than no pulp, he didn’t get it, why would anyone want to chew their orange juice, but she liked it, so when he noticed they were low he’d pick up a carton on the way home. Ash liked taking care of Candy, he liked having her in his home and as long as she was happy, she’d stay, so he did little things he thought would keep her happy. New plates, orange juice, hell he’d even started buying the nicer toilet paper at work, and while she didn’t say anything about it, he could tell Candy was happy here.
It made him proud to know he could make a girl happy after everything he’d been through. He was proud to know that his life didn’t end with the past.
When he put the orange juice back she handed him the plate of bacon and he took it and brought it to the table before picking up a slice and biting into it. He always liked his bacon nice and crispy and she made the perfect crispy bacon. Hell if they actually were dating he’d consider marrying Candy just for her cooking- he was even getting more open to the idea of salad these days.
When she joined him she had a plate of pancakes and a bottle of syrup he didn’t even know he had in the air stream. She sat down and he sat next to her at the little table and he watched as she fixed him a plate of pancakes and put a few slices of bacon onto his plate before she made her own plate.
“Why’re you so happy today?” he asked and she looked at him before giving him a small smile.
“I have enough money saved up to get the apartment I want,” she told him and Ash felt his stomach drop.
“Oh,” he said softly and she nodded as she opened her phone and showed him the apartment. It wasn’t at the Triple Crown, it was downtown, near Lucky’s, hell it was walking distance. What the hell would she need from him anymore. “So you’re leavin’.” he said simply, setting his fork down and looking at the pancakes glumly.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean what do I mean? I mean you’re leavin’. When are you going? I can drive you over there, but I mean- you know Eli’s gonna miss you a lot and, yeah it’s closer to your work, but shit Candy, I thought we had a good thing goin’ here and-”
“Ash,” she cut him off. “I’m not leaving you. I’ve been saving for an apartment for us.” she told him and he looked at her in surprise. “I love the airstream, but I mean, face it, we could use a little more room.” she pointed out.
“Us?” he asked after a moment, unsure what to say to her.
“Well, I mean, yeah.” she shrugged as she looked at her pancakes. “I mean, I thought we had a good thing going too, and with the right budgeting we could afford this place. It’s closer to work for both of us, so you don’t have to rush home just to drive me out to work again, and they have this storage place in the back where we could park the airstream,” she explained as she held her phone out to show him.
Ash was silent as he listened to her talk for a minute or two before he brought his hand up to cup her jaw, stroking her cheek as he looked at her. “You wanted to do this for us?” he asked, clarifying what he thought he was understanding.
“Yeah,” she replied as she looked up at him. “Is that- is that okay?”
Ash didn’t have the words to say in response, he didn’t like having serious talks with people, it was just too- it made him itchy, so instead of saying anything he leaned in, his thumb brushed over her lips before his lips pressed to hers. He’d thought about those lips a million times, he had imagined feeling them against his lips- among other places- but finally feeling them, fuck his imagination was nothing compared to the real thing.
Her lips were so full and soft, there was a small clink of her fork hitting the plate of pancakes as she moved her hands to his chest, kissing him back, their lips caressing as he moved his hand from her jaw to the back of her head, one of her hands moving to cup his own strong jaw, the other gripping the front of his shirt like she was scared that he was going to disappear from under her fingers. Ash groaned into the kiss, his tongue brushed her bottom lip and she parted her lips, letting his tongue slowly enter her mouth before the two finally broke apart, their faces flushed from the kiss. He looked down at her, his eyes half lidded as he stroked her cheek with his thumb again and then he pressed another kiss to those perfect lips.
“Yeah Baby,” he told her. “We’ll check out the apartment.” he agreed before he turned to the breakfast the two had almost forgotten about. He let go of her hair, picked up his fork and then looked over at her. “So when do you wanna go see it?”
“Um,” Candy licked her lips before she smiled, a wide, giddy smile and Ash smiled too. Fuck she was perfect. “Maybe this afternoon?”
“Sure thing Sugar,” he agreed. “You just tell me when.”
Moving into the apartment was a fast affair, the landlord wanted it occupied asap and with it getting colder and colder, Ash agreed that it was likely a good idea, the Air Stream had heat, but fuck if it wasn’t getting harder and harder to keep up with the airstream. He knew he’d have to do repairs, but it would be easier to do when he had a place that definitely had the heat working and had a cute little stripper who liked to take care of him waiting.
One of Candy’s favorite things was baths Ash discovered. The Air Stream didn’t have a bath, so when they got into the apartment, he got home one evening and didn’t see his little Wifey walking around, she wasn’t in the bedroom, or even in the second bedroom that she had decided was Eli’s bedroom, but also held a lot of Ash’s stuff, his punching bag was leaning in the corner, his books, magazines, his boomstick, hell even old chainsaw had a home on a shelf in Eli’s bedroom.
He did find the bathroom door shut and he stood at it for a moment before lifting his hand up and tapping on the door.
“Yeah?” her voice came from inside the room, as well as the sound of water moving.
“You okay in there Honeybunch?” he asked and she giggled, making Ash smile.
“You can open the door,” she told him and he did just that, relieved that she didn’t feel the need to lock the door. He looked around the small bathroom before his eyes landed on her laying in the tub, water up to her shoulders and a beer in her hand.
“Whatcha up to?” he asked as he leaned in the doorway and Candy smiled at him.
“I’m taking a bath,” she told him and he chuckled.
“I thought that was for little kids or something,” he told her and she rolled her eyes.
“Oh come on Ash,” she said. “Sometimes a girl likes a little luxury.”
“Water in a tub is luxury?” he asked as he crossed his arms and then moved to sit on the closed toilet lid. “Then why the hell are girls so into those expensive purses and shoes and stuff?” he asked.
“Well, some girls like that stuff,” she agreed as she stretched, her breasts lifting above the water line as she did, her nipples perking up as they hit the cool air and Ash looked her body over hungrily before lifting his eyes to hers again. “But I like a nice bubble bath,”
“If you like bubble baths, you’re missin’ something here Beautiful,” he said as he leaned forward and flicked the water.
“Yeah, well, we don’t have bubble bath,” she told him as she lowered herself back into the water.
“Bubble baths huh?” he asked as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Sounds kinda like being a little kid again- but you’re little so- Hey!” he laughed as she splashed him gently and she grinned impishly at Ash.
“Keep it up old man,” she said. “Remember how you like me walking around naked? That could just stop,” she warned him and he held his arms up.
“Hey hey, let’s keep it friendly here,” he said before she splashed him again with a giggle.
“Alright, alright!” He got up and retreated to the doorway. “You win this round punk,” he told her before he left the bathroom, listening to her giggles of triumph echoing on the walls in the bathroom as he collapsed onto the couch in the living room.
Bubble Baths huh? Well, he was sure they sold shit like that at Value Mart.
The next day when he was at work he decided to take a walk through the beauty aisle, when he found what he was looking for he stopped and stared at the products. A pink sparkly bottle caught his eye and he picked it up, it looked like the shape of a champagne bottle and he turned it over in his hand before he decided that would be the one. It supposedly smelled like strawberries, and he hoped that Candy liked strawberries.
When he got home that night he had a few groceries that Candy had asked him to pick up. The discount he got at Value stop made it easier for them to buy groceries, and Candy working at the strip club meant she oftentimes made good tips, so long as her dipshit manager who liked to take a cut of the girls tips wasn’t working.
When he walked into the bathroom he saw Candy’s makeup all over the counter, she was getting ready for work so she wouldn’t have time to try out her bubbly, but he put it on the edge of the tub anyways.
Candy walked- well hopped- out of the bedroom, tying one of her boots as she did before grabbing the wall next to her for support. “Hey, careful Princess, you don’t wanna break an ankle,” he said as he grabbed her elbow to keep her from tipping over.
“I got called in early,” she told him as she leaned against him and finished tying her boot. “But I left you some dinner in the oven,”
“You eat?” He asked and she shook her head.
“I’ll eat when I get home,”
“You need a ride?” He asked as she turned around, looking for something.
“Um,” she said as she looked around. “I had-“
“Candy,”
“I had my bag, have you- maybe it’s in the bedroom?” She started to turn back.
“Candy,”
“Have you seen my-“
“Baby!” He said, raising his voice and she looked up at him.
“What?”
“What do you need from me?” He asked and she smiled.
“I need to find my bag, and I need a ride to work if you aren’t too tired,” she said as she put her hands on his chest, smiling up at him. He wrapped his arms around her and moved his hand down to give her ass a small squeeze, Candy giggled at the feeling before she sighed.
“What’s up Candy girl?” He asked and she shrugged.
“I kinda wish I’d just said no to working tonight so I could stay here with you,” she admitted as she smiled up at him.
“You could call out,” he suggested as he lifted his hand to brush a lock of her hair over her ear gently.
“If I did,” she said slowly. “What would we do all night?”
“Oh I’m sure I could think of something,” Ash replied softly, making her giggle and look away before she looked back up at him.
“You think you can hold out until I get off work?” she asked as she bit her lip lightly.
“Really?” Ash looked down at her in surprise- sure they had been making out quite a bit, and he was still loving seeing her walk around naked; and sure he had figured she would eventually want to sleep with him- but he had to admit, that was kind of surprising.
“Unless you don’t want to?” she asked and he cupped her face, looking down at her seriously.
“Baby, I promise, it will be well worth the wait.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” she replied gently and he grinned, before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to those sweet, soft lips of hers.
“Mm,” he sighed. “Finish getting ready, and I’ll drive you to work,” he told her before he slowly let go of her, allowing her to do just that.
When he dropped her off at Lucky’s he kissed her long, and deep and when she finally pulled away her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him. “See you later,” she said softly and he grinned.
“I’m looking forward to it Angel,” he winked as she grabbed her bag. She got out of the car and waved to him as she walked to the back of the club and he waved back with a grin before she disappeared into the club. When the door closed he screeched out of the parking lot towards Value Mart- he had a few things to pick up before he went to pick her up from work.
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