Warnings: Poly!SkullCollector, dominant Asa, name calling, hair pulling, creampie(s)
@horrorslashergirl ❤️❤️
The powerful muscles of Jesse’s chest and arms flex, testing the hold of the shiny metal handcuffs securing him to the headboard. You’re sure he can easily break out of them, but he’s choosing to remain at your mercy. Instead, his chin is tilted to his chest, masked eyes glued to the way your hips roll as you ride him.
Your movements are languid, sensual, teasing. Jesse is not a patient man, but Sir had specifically ordered you to drag it out, to make Jesse squirm. And squirm he does, bucking his hips off black satin sheets, urging you to pick up the pace. If the way his chest heaves is anything to go by, he’s going to lose it in about three, two—
You jump when warm, calloused hands smooth over your hips. Asa rests his chin on your shoulder, dark eyes raking over the scene playing out before him, palms smoothing along your thighs and dipping into the place where you and Jesse are joined. You suck your bottom lip into your mouth, thrusting your hips forward when he drags a finger slowly over your clit.
Asa clicks his tongue and chides, “No patience, either of you.” You’re about to apologize, but all thoughts derail when icy wetness circles one of your hardened nipples. You shriek, arching away from the ice cube Asa pinches between two fingers, but he grips you around the neck and squeezes, silently ordering you stay still.
Jesse stops bucking in favor of hungrily eyeing the chilly, dripping trail left behind by the ice. The muscles of your abdomen jump as Asa slides the cube down to your navel, then back up to your other breast. It melts halfway through and you’re about to breathe a sigh of relief, but another quickly takes its place. A glance over your shoulder proves what you guessed; he’s got an entire bowl full on the nightstand.
“She gets tight when I do that, doesn’t she?” Asa purrs and Jesse nods, breath catching in his throat when Asa tips your head back and slides the cube up your neck to your jaw, over your chin, across your parted lips. He shoves the partially melted ice into your mouth along with two, thick fingers and, conditioned, you suck until Asa’s growling in your ear.
Jesse grunts and hisses and you wonder what’s happening only until Asa shoves you forward to make room for his hips as he slowly pushes his girthy length into Jesse. You hear Asa inhale sharply, feel his abdomen meet your ass, watch Jesse’s legs spread wider to accommodate Asa’s frame. The Collector fists a hand in your hair, wrenches your head back and uses it as leverage as he beings his assault, hips brutally snapping forward until Jesse’s arching in silent euphoria. The force of Asa’s thrusts jostles you and the cock inside you and you moan, grinding down into Jesse until he’s tensing and heaving harsh, haggard breaths.
“Make him cum,” Asa commands. You lean forward as much as the hand in your hair will allow and capture one of Jesse’s nipples in your mouth, laving your tongue across the pebbled bud. Jesse’s thighs shake and he huffs noisily as he throws his head back. You feel the warmth of him spill into your cunt and you trail your lips up his exposed neck in appreciation.
Asa shifts behind you. You hear the snap as he tears off the condom he’s wearing. His hands find your hips, drag you off Jesse’s softening cock and impale you on his own in the same motion. There’s almost no resistance, the cum already coating your walls an effective lubricant. Jesse grips your waist to hold you still—when did he take the cuffs off—and Asa batters your messy cunt until you’re screaming.
“You better cum, slut,” Asa orders tersely, knowing all too well how close you are. Immediately, you obey, eyes rolling back, perfect heat tightening and releasing in your gut until you’re keening and seeing stars. Asa quickly follows suit, growling low in his throat and adding more sticky warmth to your cunt until its leaking out of you and onto the sheets.
“Thank you, Sir, thank you,” you praise breathlessly. Your words morph into a yelp of surprise when Jesse abruptly shoves you onto your back. He reaches for the ice on the nightstand, plucking a cube from the bowl and crawling over you to trace it across your lower belly until you’re whimpering.
“Guess we’re not done,” Asa comments with a dark chuckle, leaning back on his palms to watch.
Kinky December Day 2: Vanilla Candle - Michael Myers x Reader
Contains: dubcon, wax play
~Under the Cut~
Today was your off day, and you had taken the time to do a bit of holiday shopping for decorations for your apartment. It wasn’t much of a haul; your budget pretty much limited you to splurging at the dollar store, but you still had managed to find things you liked. One of your favorites was a cute jar candle with reindeer painted on it. It smelled of vanilla sugar cookie, and you had immediately put it into your cart.
The house was empty when you returned. It didn’t matter, Michael kinda came and went at his leisure. Only God knew where he would go off to because truthfully, you didn’t think you wanted to know. The only thing that seemed to bring him back was your cooking and baking, knowing somehow to return like a cat hearing the treats being shaken.
You had a small plastic Christmas tree that had followed you through college, its original lights miraculously still working after numerous moves. Dragging a step stool with you, you hung colorful Christmas lights with push pins around each window. The twinkling lights reminded you of the candle. You fished it out of the bag and lit it on the kitchen table, watching the flame dance for a bit before continuing to decorate.
Movement out of the corner of your eye startled you; Michael had appeared in the hallway, walking past you to the kitchen. Your heart dropped into your stomach. Oh no. He thought you had been baking. And you had no cookies to satiate his hunger.
You followed him into the kitchen, scared and shaking, fumbling for an explanation. He stood at the empty countertop, looking for the sweets in their usual place. Then he turned, fixing his gaze on you cowering before him, letting you wait in suspense before he grabbed you by the hips and pushed you back onto the kitchen table, hands wrapping around your throat as you tried to sit up and explain. He wasn’t having this.
All you could do is look up in horror as he brought out his knife, letting it catch the candlelight. I guess this is how I go. It did feel like it was only some time until you did something bad enough to be the next target for his wrath.
Instead of plunging the knife into your chest, he slashed through your clothes, violently tearing them from your shaking form. He pulled off his mask, expression cruel and chaotic, and lifted your legs around his arms. His lips pressed against your labia, licking along your slit in dangerously controlled, patient strokes.
This took you by surprise, the growing arousal muddling the sharp fear in your body. Still, you had never been the recipient of his fury and remained alert and on edge. As if he could feel what you were, he ran his large hands up your sides and grasped your hips securely. Breath returned to your chest; you had forgotten to breathe in your paralysis.
As much as you tried to remain alert, you felt yourself melting in his mouth, dopamine drowning out the adrenaline with every lick. Soft moans escaped your mouth, and you felt his strong hands wrap around your neck again, squeezing firmly. This was all for him, you were his plaything, and currently he was hellbent on tasting sweets one way or another.
You could feel your orgasm building in your core, and fought your impulses to moan out and squirm with your release. You emptied yourself into his greedy mouth, his hands holding your hips against his face as he lapped up your sweet juices. He gave you no rest, continuing to lick you to the point of overstimulation, almost daring you to react for him.
Something trickled down your chin; you realized that you had been biting your lip so hard that it had split, bleeding. Fingernails scraped themselves against the table until you had rubbed through the protective gloss and had hit wood. Still, you restrained yourself as he reduced you into a pile of quivering, sensitive mush over and over. It was as if he wanted to drain your body of fluid one orgasm at a time. Time broke down around you; your world collapsed into the pleasure flooding your body and Michael between your thighs. At some point, your consciousness drifted into oblivion.
Searing pain down the inside of your thighs jolted you back to life, eyes snapping wide open to see Michael looming over you, holding the burning candle victoriously in his hand. Fear kept you glued to the table as he tipped it, glazing your thighs with searing hot wax. Fortunately, it was a small candle after all, and clearly there wasn’t enough melted for his liking because it quickly ran out and he slammed the jar in the garbage can, shattering it.
He stalked out of the kitchen, presumably upstairs to the bedroom, leaving you to clean up the mess he had made. Damn it Michael. I guess scented candles aren’t your thing, you Scrooge McDuck bastard.
*does a backflip* hEy It'S mE aGaIn! I'm here to ask another request (if you accept it). This time it's for Vincent. Y'know everyone's protraying him as a shy little sweetheart (and don't get me wrong, i like him like that!) but i was wondering how it would be if actually Vincent was way more...dark? Could it also be nsfw? -3-' Oh and thank you for always doing good stories with my shitty ideas 😂
AHHHHHH! Little-katty it’s been a minute! SO! I very much appericate your patience with this and that it took a bit of time. I also love this idea, I love whenever you ask for something! Hope this is dark enough for you? I have been so consumed with Kinky December and then had the thought, why not make this ask fit INTO that?! So here we are! Thanks once more to @horrorslashergirl for the event. So let’s get into it yeah?
December 17th. Choking. “Stay.” Vincent Sinclair X AFAB Reader.
He could go easy on you but why would he? He couldn’t help the fact he wanted you all to himself and this makes it so much easier.
It hadn’t always been this way, you had more freedom before but after a particular incident with some people visiting Ambrose, they had tried to take you with them and uh it didn’t end well for them. He deemed it better if he could keep you in his sights, he wanted you close enough to always be able to see you and know exactly where you were at all times.
That is how the vast majority of most of your days were now spent, on his bed in his workshop. Laying or sitting there as he worked, sometimes you watched him or read books he would bring you or sleep or not much of anything in particular.
Today you were feeling restless and bored. You watched him on and off as he worked, making himself busy with more sculpture work. You allowed your mind to wander as you watched how he worked with his hands. You thought about what those hands were capable of, and what they had done to you, recalling memories of his bruising grip and how easily he could crush you if he really wanted to.
You decided you had enough of being alone on the bed, you figured out exactly how today could better be spent. You adjusted, your legs were strapped down to the bed still, restraints on your ankles, legs spread, able to use your hands, your wrists free as they usually were unless you had done something bad enough that he saw fit to restrain them too. You decided to take it slowly. Hand on your inner thigh and sliding up, slowly, you kept your eyes on him, he was still very preoccupied. Your fingers found the edge of your panties and you started in nice and easy, it felt good, sliding over yourself, you had the thought wondering when the last time you had done this to yourself. Seemed like you never got the chance to, you had kind of missed it, you got into it much quicker than you had expected to initially.
You could feel your panties getting damp under your touch, fingers increasing pressure as you rolled them over your clit, familiar feeling of easy pleasure warm and low inside of you. Up and down, wetness starting to coat your fingers, dragging them up and rubbing over yourself, you let yourself start vocalize how good it felt, not loud but not doing much of anything to quiet yourself either. It felt surprisingly good, but not nearly enough, you were hoping to entice him soon.
You needed more.
You needed him.
It wasn’t long until he noticed. He had his back to the mattress where you were and he had heard you and turned around to look at you.
He watched you.
You swallowed hard when you noticed him watching you, continuing to touch yourself, a little more tentative for a moment before growing more bold.
“Vincent.”
You touched yourself harder, writhing against the sheets, he turned back around and you were sad for a moment, thinking you had failed but then he got up. Hands on the workbench as he did, chair almost falling over, he turned back to you. He continued to watch you, leaning against the bench for a moment, you kept going, your eyes must have been pleading by this point. Finally he seemed to sigh and reach up, he removed his mask and set it aside, he seemed to search the table for a moment and quickly found what he was looking for. You watched as he started to come over to you, heavy footsteps as he gathered up his hair and put it up and that made your heart nearly stop.
“Vinny?”
What did he have in mind that he needed his hair up in a bun like that out of his way. He fell to his knees at the end of the mattress and he grabbed your calves and yanked you down, you yelped, knees bent and he had pulled you much closer to him. He reached up and ripped the thin and soaked fabric from your aching core easily, tearing it quickly and tossing it aside. His arms locked around your thighs and his mouth was on you, you groaned, it felt good but he was being so rough. It was intense, boarding on painful, this wasn’t about pleasing you, this was about getting you ready, you were simply along for the ride, you had to endure it.
“Vin! Fuc-”
You managed to adjust, breathing becoming ragged as he worked you over, you actually might cum from this if he kept it up. You tensed and were tempted to reach down and bury your fingers in his hair but you resisted the urge and moaned for him instead. Your eyes had fallen closed, fingers in the sheets and you could feel that pleasure building and all too suddenly it stopped. Before you could even think to move or question it he was on top of you, his hand on your throat, it made you gasp, eyes flying open, looking up to him, one hand on your throat his other one pulling himself free of his clothes. He was on top of you, weight heavy as he lined up and sunk inside of you in one long stroke making you cry out, even with the prep it was so much to take, stretching you so quickly.
His other hand free now that he grabbed and had both of your wrists in your grip and pinned above your head easily. You struggled and his grip tightened on your throat, a warning to not put up too much fight, that look, fuck he seemed less than pleased. And then you remembered, part of why you didn’t touch yourself often, he didn’t like it. He wanted to be the only one touching you like this, he is possessive over every fucking part of you, wanted to be the only one making you feel like that.
His grip tightened on your throat further and it made you clench down on him, he pulled out halfway and his hips snapped forward, hard and it made you cry out his name. He took you just like that, rushed, gripping your wrists so tightly as he fucked into you, choking you so hard, looking down at you, your body jerking with the force of his thrusts. You were a mess under him, moans and gasps, crying out for him, all much more strained as you struggled to breath, thighs on either side of his hips as your back arched.
It started off quiet. It took a moment in between the sound of skin on skin and the sound of your sex for you to hear that chant leaving him. His voice, raspy and rough, still gripping your throat, staring you down as he repeated that one word. It punctuating each thrust.
Kinky December Day 4: Fireplace Sex with Chromeskull
Authors Note: We spend the fourth day of this event with Chromeskull and it seems this Florida guy hates the cold. Let’s see how Jesse deals with it. I decided to introduce my home country in this piece and share a little of my country with you all. Greetings from Romania! I hope you all have a warm winter.
Chromeskull x Reader- Not the usual Florida heat
Winter was all about the coldness, the pure white snow that fell from the sky, fluffy coats that hugged your body and drinking hot beverages, but that wasn't the case in Florida. You weren't looking forward to decorating a palm tree for Christmas, so you suggested your lover spending this year Christmas in your home country, which he agreed, all for you.
You had to stifle the laugh the first time you got off the plane in Romania and the first cold air that hit your bodies; Jesse was a shivering mess, pulling the black coat closer to his body, the mist of cold air that escaped his mouth with each breath he took.
The whole ride to the cabin you rented for the holiday was spent with Jesse searching for warmness, his body flush against yours in the backseat and the constant signing about how cold it was and something about him freezing his balls.
After five hours of driving, you reached the cabin, Jesse entering the cabin first and setting your and his luggage on the wood floorboards. The cabin was still cold and he had a constant frown on his scarred face, half of which was covered by a scarf.
'It's freezing cold inside.' Jesse signed with shaky fingers and you rolled your eyes at his bickering.
"Of course it's cold. We have to start making the fire, big baby." You told him as you waltzed into the living room, pulling your scarf off and coat, stretching your arms above your head. The cabin was very cozy and it was so good to be finally back in Romania, Jesse on the other hand? Not that much.
There was also another problem, the lack of firewood and you knew that the next words that will leave your mouth will make Jesse want to go back to Florida with the next plane.
"You will have to go outside and get wood for the fire." you told him and he gave you a simple look that said 'Are you kidding me?'.
"The ax is outside on the front porch. Good luck, stud." You told him, hiding the smirk that formed on your face as you heard the front door open and shut with a bang.
Jesse was a southern guy in all ways possible, spending all his life in the Floridian heat, so being dragged into your country when the winter was in full blast wasn't exactly something he enjoyed, but you knew he was doing all this for you and that made you happy. Looking around you decided that you should start decorating the cabin and make it homely.
You were grinning in victory when you found the Christmas decorations in a closet; as you were putting the shiny globes on the empty Christmas tree in the living room you heard the front door open, something being dropped on the floor and the door closed with a bang. Peeking your head in the hallway, you saw some wood by the front entrance.
It was a silent request: Start making the fire while I get more wood so my dick won't be transformed into a popsicle.
You quickly started to make the fire in the living room by the fireplace, your eyes shining as the bright flames came alive, the warmness kissing your cold hands.
After one more hour, you looked around the now Christmas decorated living-room; Christmas tree beautifully shining with lights and all kinds of decorations, the flames dancing in the fireplace. Next, it was the food; you skipped into the kitchen and mentally thanked your friend for taking their time to come and bring the food, the fridge full of all you needed to cook.
You decided to make something homely, something traditional. One of the Romanian dishes that best represent the Balkan influence is the popular sarmale, stuffed cabbage or vine leaves with a mix of rice, minced meat, onion, tomatoes, and herbs. A favorite for most Romanians, this dish is usually served with cream and polenta and is a sure presence on all Christmas tables across the country. You also grinned wickedly when you found a certain bottle in one of the cabinets in the kitchen. Traditional spirit with approx. 40% alcohol, made from the distillation of plums. Its stronger alternative is Palinca or Țuică, usually prepared in Northern Romania (Ardeal county), distilled twice and made from different sorts of fruits.
Jesse loved fine liquor, so the thought of him taking a sip of this would be interesting; it was a strong drink and the note on the bottle made you giggle.
'A little treat before having fun.'
Back on cooking, next, it was Cozonac, a kind of Stollen made from leavened dough, into which milk, eggs, sugar, butter, and other ingredients are mixed together before baking. You decided to make it with almonds. After putting it in the oven, you decided that the last on the list would be a traditional warm soup, knowing Jesse will need something to put the coldness away.
You started to make meatball soup, a traditional Romanian sour soup with said meatballs consisting of pork and rice. They are seasoned with parsley, lovage, salt, borş, and sour cream.
Whipping your hands you were looking proud at the table filled with the warm Romanian cuisine, and just like the time couldn't be more perfect, you heard the front door open, a gust of cold wind and snow coming into the hallway.
You walked there to see Jesse covered in snow and shaking like a Chihuahua, and you giggled, making your behemoth lover glare at you and you knew if you were a piggy the ax he was holding in his gloved hand would be impaled straight in the center of your forehead.
'I hate winter. I hate the snow. Romania is cruel.' he signed, pulling his snow-covered coat, scarf, and hat off. Your eyes noticed the pile of wood by the door and you smiled warmly at Jesse, walking towards him and resting your hands on his chest, nuzzling into his cold chest, the turtleneck he was sporting didn't help much to keep him warm.
"I cooked for us. It's all warm." you whispered into his chest, rubbing his sides to get the coldness away.
'Finally. I'm starving. Chopping piggies heads off is much funnier, than chopping wood.' he signed, following you into the kitchen and you rolled your eyes.
Typical Jesse.
Brown eye widened as you entered the kitchen with him, the smell of delicious food hitting his nose, it was much warmer here from the oven constantly working up from your cooking.
Filling two small glasses with , you offered him one and he looked at it suspiciously.
"I'm not gonna poison you, idiot." you told him with a smirk making him snort.
You both raised the small glasses in salute and drowned the drink; you were used to the strong alcohol, but Jesse? You laughed as you watched him cough, looking at you like you were crazy.
"Stronger than whiskey, huh?" you asked Jesse all smugly.
'It's very good, but....How do you Romanians live drinking it?' he signed, making you giggle.
'By the way. Drinking isn't supposed after eating?' he asked you and you shake your head.
"Not this one, baby. Normally, Țuică is only consumed before the meal." you explained then offered a seat for him at the table, first serving him the warm soup, which he eats eagerly, probably starved from all the wood chopping and cruel weather outside.
Cruel for him of course.
Next was the second dish, which he looked at with confusion.
"Go ahead, take a bite." you urged him, continuing to eat your own meal.
You were ready to get another portion of sarmale, but your eyes widened when you saw that the big bowl was empty. Looking at Jesse you saw him lean into the chair, a content look on his face, rubbing his stomach.
"You eat all of them." you said, almost dumbfounded.
'It was delicious, doll. How come you haven't cooked these meals for me before?' he asked, filling his glass with the traditional Romanian liquor that he seemed to get accustomed to.
"I didn't think you would like them that much." you whispered and he simply smirked, shrugging.
'So? What else you got for me?' he signed, ready to eat more.
"I didn't think I would have to feed a lion, but we still got some dessert." you told him, offering the plate of cozonac to him.
He took a small bite of the good and his brown eye lit up, getting the plate from your hands and eating all of the pieces. After he was done, he closed his eye and sighed silently, his stomach full and feeling like he was in heaven.
"Geez, all Americans are big gluttons?" you sassily asked with a raised eyebrow, amused to say the last, but also very proud of your cooking.
Jesse opened his eye and gave you a lop-sided smirk.
'Everything that you do is delicious, baby girl....Including your own little self.' he signed, licking his lips as he gave you a not very discreet look that made you blush.
"Well, I'm glad you aren't bickering about the cold anymore, but I have to wash the dishes." you told him, getting from the chair and walking to the sink, only for a pair of strong arms to wrap around your waist, pulling your body flush against Jesse.
"Jesse?" you called on to him, only feeling his lips leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, his face nuzzling into your hair, the embrace you were trapped tightening.
'I want more dessert.' he signed in front of you, turning you around and backing you into the living room, his eyes on the fireplace and he pulled away from you to put more logs to keep the cabin all warm and cozy.
'Come here, doll. Come to daddy.' he signed, beckoning you over to him, which you happily did.
You could never deny him anything, not Jesse. He did so many things for you, treating you like a princess, making sure you had no worries, that you were always smiling. Walking over to him, you pressed your lips against his, your hands moving up and down his chest, while his own were cupping your asscheeks through your black leggings.
Tongues rubbed against each other, loving how you both tasted, how delicious you were. Teeth nipped at his lower lip and he let out a silent growl that vibrated through your mouth. The next thing you knew, you found yourself on your back on the soft, fluffy rug in front of the fireplace with Jesse between your legs.
He looked down at you with a mischievous smirk.
'Since I'm a guest in Romania, I should get the full-on experience, sugartits.' he signed deviously and you chuckled, starting to kiss his neck, your hands moving under his black turtleneck and over his chest, your cold hands making him shiver and jump slightly.
'Fuck....You're so cold.' he signed, resting his forehead against yours as your thumb grazed one of his nipples.
"Mhmm....You know I have bad circulation. You weren't bickering about it back in Florida." you commented, making him snort, one of his hands moving under your leggings to pinch your buttcheek, a squeal leaving your lips.
He didn't waste another moment with signing, tugging on your sweatshirt off along with your leggings and socks, leaving you in only black matching lingerie.
"Hey....You're way too overdressed here." you whined, making Jesse chuckle silently against your collarbone, his hands moving behind you to unclasp your bra, nipples hardening as you felt the tickle of the flames kiss your skin which was so sensitive from all the teasing.
Your hands found the edge of Jesse's turtleneck and tugged it up, exposing inked skin, your fingers running over the intricate designs, admiring every detail that he had to offer.
"You're so handsome." you whispered; God, he loved you so much.
Jesse never thought that he would ever spend Christmas with a beloved one ever again, not with the face he had, but you proved him wrong and he felt like this was all a dream and he was afraid he was going to wake up. he couldn't bear the idea of losing you.
He has pulled away from the dark thoughts when you cupped his scarred cheek, looking up at him with a longing look on your face.
"Jesse.....mae love to me." you whispered, giving him an innocent look from under your eyelashes.
He felt all his restraints leave him; he couldn't control himself when you looked at him like that. Lips crashed into yours in a needy kiss, his hands working on his black cargo pants and socks, pulling every layer of clothing off. Finally, his hands tugged on the waistband of your panties, pulling the last piece of clothing that separated both of you.
You shivered when you felt his intimidating length brush against your inner thigh, his big hands cupping your ass, loving how small you were compared to him, all the power dynamic between you two was making all the blood rush straight to his cock.
"You're everything I've ever wanted," you whispered against his neck, your teeth grazing his Adam apple.
Jesse tightened his grip on your skin, brown gaze looking down at you and when you tightened your legs around his hips, pulling him closer, his cock flush against your already dripping pussy, he felt like he would almost come undone; the effects you were having on him were making him feel like a virgin teenager.
One hand moved between your legs, running his palm over your slit, his face into the crock of your neck inhaling in your sweet scent; you were just so perfect and when he guided his length inside you, he thought he died and went to heaven.
You were such an angel, an angel that decided to sin with the devil.
You were so warm and tight, gripping his length like a hot soft blanket, so wet and ready to be pounded into oblivion. He started with slow and long thrusts, savoring every inch of your walls.
"H-Harder, please...." you moaned out, your hands gripping his biceps, nails dragging over tattooed skin.
'Beg me...Beg me to fuck you, my queen.' he signed with shaky hands.
Your breathing picked up, gulping down, and wetting your lips with your tongue.
"Jesse...Please, fuck me harder. I need you so bad. I’m…so…dam…horny right now." you whined, inner walls clenching on him as he picked up his pace, not wasting any moment to bring you such satisfaction, knowing he was the only one able to make you beg, make you shake under him all helpless.
The sounds your pussy was making around his cock was music to his ears, feeling your juices coating his cock with every pull and push of his hips. He would have liked to tease you more, but he loosed his patience. He will have more time tomorrow to tease the hell out of you, but now? All he wanted was to fill you up until you will be dripping his cum until the next day.
Jesse wished he could have more control around you. Gripping your legs tightly he began to pound into you mercilessly, making your breasts move with each push against you; scarred lips pulled into a snarl as he felt the delicious knot in the pit of his stomach.
Oh so close, just a few more thrusts.
When you came hard on his cock, squirting over the rock-hard length he came undone, following in your climax. Your nails dragged down his back as you felt hot jets of cum coat your inside, milking him for all he was worth.
"Te iubesc atât de mult." you whispered in his ear, making his eye widen, your accent so sweet.
You thought him a few Romanian words so he knew exactly what you said, but it was the way you said it; so sincere and innocent.
'God, I love it when you talk Romanian.' he signed, nuzzling his face into your neck, layers of sweat coating your bodies as you snuggled into each other in front of the fire on the white fluffy rug.
"Mmmm Jesse.....Will you pull out?" you murmured into his chest as he laid you both on your sides.
'Later....You're so warm.' he signed, lips pressing against your forehead.
"You're such a child." you said, rolling your eyes, but your arms tightened around him.
Not even the big blizzard outside bothered Jesse anymore, not when he had your naked form in his arms.
'Will you make more of your traditional food?' Jesse asked, eye shining like a child's with enthusiasm.
"Mhmmm.....if you will take care of the firewood." you replied.
@horrorslashergirl I’m a bit late to the party, but better late than never!
Warnings: Dubcon, choking, breath play, slapping
It’s slow tonight, almost sensual, the way Asa rolls his hips. Your thighs clench around his hips with every languid thrust, your fingers pulling at the sheets by your head as he drags his cock almost all the way out of your slippery cunt before sliding back in to the hilt. The way he fucks you tonight could almost be described as loving, if it weren’t for the hands around your throat.
The defined muscles of his shoulders and biceps flex when he clamps strong fingers around your delicate throat, cutting off your airway and blood flow all at once. You try not to thrash, to writhe, to panic, but it’s impossible when he’s staring at you so apathetically. He will kill you without a second thought should the urge strike him.
Your cunt clenches around his cock the same way his fists do around your neck and, through hazy vision, you watch the way his jaw tenses when he bites back a moan. Desperately, you reach up for the headboard, dig your nails into the wood to keep from fighting him, clawing at his face, tearing at his hair. Your lips part in an effort to draw in air that never comes.
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes and you snap them shut, anything to avoid watching as blackness creeps into your peripheral. The hands leave your neck and you begin to gasp in relief, but the stinging slap across your cheek takes your breath away all over again.
“Eyes on me, Cricket,” he orders, his voice a strained rasp you can feel in your own chest. You peel your eyelids apart, beg fruitlessly with your eyes, saying with a look what you wouldn’t dare speak out loud.
Asa ignores you, as he always does, relishing in the hopeless way you whimper as calloused fingers close around your throat once more. You choke on a moan when he snaps his hips. He squeezes, throttling you so hard you’re afraid your vertebrae will snap in his iron grip.
You’re certain you’ll have bruises in the morning, black and blue stripes perfectly mimicking Asa’s ruthless fingers.
December 10th. Mirror Sex. “More Than One Way.” Bo Sinclair X AFAB Reader.
Another Kinky December prompt down! A very fun one! I wanna give a BIG shout out to my husband for the help on this one, he gave me some great inspo for this one, you can thank him personally for the twist at the end. Not much to say to this one other than it’s been a minute since the last Bo thing so I hope all the Bo stans that follow me are happy with this! Once again thanks to @horrorslashergirl for the awesome event. Now let’s get into it!
Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.1K. Warnings: Alcohol Mention. Dirty Talk. Jealousy And Possessive Behavior. Manhandling. Choking. Vaginal Fingering. Hair Pulling. Rough Sex. Degradation. Name Calling. Semi-Public Sex. Exhibitionism. Bo Is A Bastard.
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More Than One Way.
You never asked for much. Were quite content with the life you had carved out in Ambrose, and quite happy with him. Maybe that is why you asked for this now, because you so often asked for nothing and with your birthday coming up you thought he just might give it to you. He could be in a giving mood on occasion and what better time than your birthday?
He laughed when you asked for it.
“You wanna do what now?”
You were already semi regretting this decision based off of his initial reaction alone. Crossing your arms and looking away from him you started to downplay it,
“Nothing.”
“Naw it ain’t nothin’ c’mon, I just wanna make sure I was hearing you right.”
You let out a small sigh and looked back over, he was smiling, a little smug but still seeming like he genuinely wanted to know.
“I wanna go out for my birthday.”
“Like out-out?”
He leaned back in the kitchen chair he was seated in and gestured vaguely to the window with the hand that currently wasn’t holding his beer.
“Outside of Ambrose?”
You nodded once and were about to start defending yourself and giving reasons why it was a good idea, and why you wanted it so much, how good you had been. How much you helped out around here and how well you listened and you wouldn’t ask for anything else-
But before you could even start he gestured for you to come closer, you did, pushing off the counter you had been leaning against and coming over to him, closing the gap between the two of you. As you were right in front of him you knew what he wanted, a single nod being the gesture that he wanted you to sit on his knee and you did so easily. His hand met your lower back and he pressed a kiss to your forehead and it was quiet for a moment. With his nose buried in your hair he asked,
“Where’d you wanna go?”
And that is how you ended up here.
You wanted to go out, go dancing with him, he seemed reluctant but you weren’t super familiar with the general area, you didn’t live around there before, were on vacation with friends when you stumbled into Ambrose and fell into his life. So as a compromise you decided to let him pick the place, he had been into the city far more than you had and it seemed only fair, he seemed MUCH more interested after you mentioned that he could choose the venue.
Now the reason why he was so into it was made apparent.
You had a few drinks and at one point the bartender was a little too flirty and soon you were dragged into the bathroom by Bo. The set up of this club was different, having single room bathrooms with doors that locked, you couldn’t protest, your back met the door once you were inside, his mouth on yours so quickly.
The reason why was obvious. He needed to stake his claim, mark you as his again, you would never ever want anyone else and you weren’t flirting with the bartender back but the fact that he flirted with you was reason enough for this. He had his hands all over you, rough and possessive and so thoroughly Bo. You were breathless when his mouth finally pulled away from yours and his mouth attacked your neck and his leg was between yours and he spoke, voice as rough as he was being with you,
“You like how he was lookin’ at you?”
Your head was already swimming from the drinks and from the sudden make out session, arousal filling you so quickly, you stumbled over your response, thinking was hard when your panties were this fucking wet,
“Wha-what?”
Wrong answer.
He was off you, hand on your wrist and he pulled you along, it was so sudden you nearly tripped but managed to stay upright. Then you were right where he wanted you. He placed your hands on the counter flat and one of his hands was around your throat from behind, the other on your forehead, pulling your head up and he spoke harshly in your ear,
“Fuckin’ look at yourself.”
You did as instructed. Face flushed, clothes slightly askew, breathing harder, you looked almost as turned on as you felt.
“What do ya see?”
He squeezed your throat and you swallowed thickly and you took a little too long to reply because he decided to answer for you,
“Cuz I’ll tell you what I see.”
His hand came off of your forehead, keeping his other hand firmly around your throat as the first one reached up under your dress, fingers felt you over your panties and you gasped at the contact,
“I see a fucking whore.”
How he spoke to you made you fucking throb and fill with want, more than you already were. His fingers ran over your slit a few times, making your underwear even wetter as he pressed it closer to you and it made your hips squirm,
“Just look at what you’re wearin’ for Christ sake. This your idea of a good time on your birthday, huh? Getting gawked at by a bunch of drunken assholes? Prading around in a skimpy little dress?”
His fingers were inside your underwear now, his grip on your throat so hard you feared it might bruise, his grip too strong, you couldn’t reply, he tsk’d as his fingers slid roughly inside of you,
“Must be, you’re fucking soaked. Don’t need any help from me this time, you’re aching for it.”
He only let his fingers thrust in and out of you a few times before he pulled them out and his hand finally left your throat, you sucked down a few deep breaths now that you were able to. You had no time to rest as he yanked your underwear down to your knees and hiked the skirt of your dress up. You heard him undoing his belt and unzipping his pants and you couldn’t look away from yourself, you were so turned on just by the idea of this, what a birthday present, getting fucked in a semi-public place like this? I mean the door was locked-
Wait.
Was the door locked?
You couldn’t remember if he locked it.
You looked at him in the mirror, he was looking down as he was pulling himself out, you wanted to glance over and check. You tried it but your head moved an inch and his fingers were in your hair so fast, tugging hard, it hurt but in such a good way with how aroused you were.
“Did I SAY you could stop lookin’ at yourself?”
You squirmed again from how harshly he barked that at you and it made you bite your bottom lip before responding to him, eyes forward, once again having to face yourself,
“No-Bo. You didn’t.”
If the door wasn’t locked then anyone could come in at any time. And that idea got to you terribly too. He tugged on your hair again and you winced at the pain,
“That’s right I didn’t. Eyes forward y/n.”
-and soon the feeling of him sliding inside of you took over and filled you with pleasure instead. That first rough plunge into your dripping cunt made you gasp his name and your eyes wanted to roll back already at the feeling but you held back.
One hand on your hip and the other came around to the front after releasing your hair, he tugged the straps of your dress down, exposing your breasts to him and locking your arms to your sides in the process. The straps tight and holding your arms close to your sides, your hands still on the countertop and he wasted no more time before setting a rough and steady pace, thick and hard cock stretching your walls deliciously.
You were trying not to be too loud, gasped and hushed breathes and he didn’t like that. He gripped your hip harder and pinched one of your nipples making you whine,
“Filthy thing. Fuckin’ love it, clenchin’ down so hard on me.”
You did love it. All of it. The risk, the danger, the pleasure and how hard you heart was pounding in your chest, how you looked, how he made you look at yourself, at what he did to you.
A mess.
The best way to describe you, a complete and utter fucking mess. All for Bo.
This wasn’t going to be drawn out long, wasn’t meant to be, was meant to be hot and quick and hard.
Yet you didn’t need long tonight, you just needed it like this, exactly like this.
He could tell, knew just how badly he was getting to you and how perfectly his cock hit that sweet spot inside and how it all was working for you.
“Bo-fuck-yes!”
You gasped and you clenched on him again, he chuckled, breathless himself and his hand slid from your hip, rough pads of his fingers finding your clit and circling it and you couldn’t hold back the loud moan you let out,
“You wanna cum little whore?”
A frantic nod from you, pushing your hips back and meeting him in the middle, he filled you perfectly, you were getting so close, you begged.
“Ye-yes! Want to cum so-shit, so bad!”
He slammed into you again and again and his fingers didn’t slow, his hot breath in your ear and you were right fucking there and he breathed in your ear,
“Well I ain’t stopping you birthday girl. C’mon, do it. Fuckin’ cum.”
And you didn’t need to be told twice, this time you couldn’t help it as your eyes squeezed shut and tipped over the edge, letting out a long moan of his name as you came, shuddering and knees nearly giving out from under you. Thank God he was still holding onto you so hard and helping hold you up. You hadn’t even caught your breath when you felt his pace get sloppier, uneven, breathing hard in your ear, so close to his end, you wanted it, so bad. You met his gaze in the mirror, still shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm and you begged, one sweet word passing your kiss bruised lips,
“Please?”
He gave you just what you need and groaned out your name, holding himself all the way to the hilt inside of your soaked pussy when he unloaded, warmth filling you that felt so fucking right.
You both needed a minute to catch your breath after all of that. You were feeling so much, hot, sweaty, satisfied, more sobered up for sure, knees were weak and your arms hurt a little from the straps of your dress digging into them. He was still hard and still inside of you, he grinded and your breath caught, his hand slid up from your breast back to your throat, he squeezed.
“So you gotta be wonderin’ what your gift is.”
Wait, you thought him taking you out was your gift?
It wasn’t?
You were a little scared as you swallowed hard and asked,
“I thought you taking me out was my gift, If it isn’t what is?”
He chuckled and his fingers pressed once more on your clit making you moan softly before slipping from between your thighs and his hand closed around your wrist. He brought your hand up and he was looking into your eyes in the mirror, his back still to your chest and he said,
“You know how you’ve talked about wanting me to fuck you in front of other people?”
Your heart nearly stopped. You nodded once. You wanted that more than anything, it was one of your biggest fantasies. You clenched around him again and that made him smirk.
“Yes Bo.”
“Well I figured I’d be nice and indulge ya.”
You were confused and he could tell, he kept talking.
“I picked this place on purpose for a reason. You know what the place next door is?”
“Another club?”
He laughed a little, slight cock of his head with a nod,
“Yeah it is. A very particular kinda club baby. One guy owns this one and the other.”
You still didn’t get it. Still confused. He brought your hand up and brought your fingers to the mirror's surface.
“Tell me darlin’…”
And what he asked next might have been the hottest question you had ever heard. Your eyes still glued to his in the reflection, that devious look in his eyes as he asked,
“...Do you know how to tell if a mirror is a one or two-way?”
December 20th. Role Reversal. “On The Other Side Of The Knife.” Billy Loomis X AFAB Reader.
AH! SO HERE WE ARE!
I was sooooo insanely excited for this prompt! I felt like it would just hit so right with Billy Loomis and I really think that it does. I might have to do a longer thing with this to be honest. Kinky December is such a blast! Big, big thanks again to @horrorslashergirl for this event! I hope you all have fun and enjoy this piece! Now on we go!
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Rating, Explicit. Length. 2K. Warnings. Praise. Role Play. General Ghostface Fuckery. Knife Play. Blood Play. Rope Play. Sub/Dom Dynamics. Hair Pulling. Mentions Of Poly!Ghostface. Voyerism. Restrained Billy. Submissive Billy. Dom Reader. Face Sitting. Cunnilingus. Dirty Talk. Teaseing. Lingerie.
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One The Other Side Of The Knife.
It had started as a joke.
Isn't that how most of these discoveries go?
It's all fun and games, laugh, laugh, joke, joke and then whoops turns out someone IS into that and just like that, a new kink is discovered.
Still when it happens to Billy it is a shock for the both of you.
But we are a little ahead of ourselves here.
It had been a great night. A solo-session with the two of you, Stu indisposed for the evening, you loved being with both of them but getting to have Billy all to yourself on occasion was so great. You knew that he felt similarly, he loved Stu so much and sharing you between the two of them was never an issue, it was a damn good time. Having you pinned in the middle was quite the sight to behold, writhing and the way you sounded? Oh my God, forget about that, it was perfection.
But this wasn’t about the, to be perfectly honest, wonderful times the three of you had. This was about you and him, and it went so well. A phone call, a chase, you were captured, trussed up, teased and taunted and taken. You were left pleasantly sore, skin slick with sweat, thoroughly satisfied, a little bloody with his cum slowly leaking out of you. You were on your back as he was untying you, pulling the ropes away and tracing the indents that the ropes left in your skin, rubbing over the skin soothingly, he had long since ditched the costume, looking down at you affectionately.
“You did so good tonight.”
He praised you as one of his hands rubbed over your calf as he unwrapped the ropes from around your ankle and threw them aside. You were rubbing one of your wrists as you responded,
“You weren’t so bad yourself.”
A laugh from him before firing back with a roll of his eyes,
“Oof what high praise y/n.”
One of his hands ran up your legs, he reached out and picked up the knife that was lying on the sheets next to you, he started to crawl over you, knife brandished and held out.
“I think you should say something a little nicer to me.”
You smirked up at him and feeling bold you decided to challenge him.
“Oh should I now?”
“Mmm.”
He hummed as the flat of the blade started to come down to your chest and you got a very interesting idea. You reached up, hand coming to the back of Billy’s neck and you pulled him down, leaning up to kiss him. He melted into it when your lips met, returning it easily and you slowly took action. Your hand sliding up from his neck and into his hair and nails scratching over his scalp lightly, the soft groan he let out against your mouth was all the signal you needed, your other hand moved quickly and grabbed the knife from his hand. Your fingers threaded into his hair and tugged hard, you broke the kiss and the knife was held to his throat, you were about to tell some dumb joke and continue the banter and teasing-but his reaction made you stop.
The way his eyes flew back open, the slight gasp, how he tensed and that look in his eyes as he stared down at you. Unsure, slight fear, arousal, a look you were sure he had seen painted on your face the first time you two did this when he was the one holding the knife.
“Oh I think he likes it.”
“What? Me?”
He tried to say it in that classic and oh so confident way of his but he couldn’t pull it off this time. Couldn’t hide the shake in his voice, obviously thrown off or the slight flush on his face.
You decided to experiment a bit further. You tugged again on his hair as you held the knife a little closer to him and his breath caught in his throat, he swallowed hard and you couldn’t help the grin that broke out on your face.
Fuck.
Yep, no doubt about it.
He liked it.
He couldn’t hide it from you.
You eased off shortly after that and did the appropriate thing. You talked about it. He did like it a lot. And he decided he wanted to try it out being the victim for once. You could tell he was a little nervous, he wasn’t one to typically give up control but he trusted you and he certainly couldn’t ignore how shockingly good it felt when you took that bit of control from him. I mean really who could blame him for being curious.
A plan was made, a date set and another night where it was going to be just you and him. Having both you and Stu ganging up on him was a tad too much to handle for his first go with this. You agreed and besides you wanted to do this to him on your own.
It was just so fucking good.
The fact he was being so open with you, so vulnerable and trusting was amazing on it’s own but seeing him like this was the best part. He had given you a lot of free rein with the planning, you knew him well and would figure out his limits together. You had a safe word and signals and felt confident. You kind of decided to go all in.
It started as any good roleplay like this should.
With a phone call.
He was waiting for you to come by, little did he know you were already there. Watching him through the window, as you talked to him, the conversation started easily and slowly, claiming to be a wrong number but bored and looking for someone ‘fun’ to talk to. You watched him as he looked around, trying to find where you were before you could strike, it WAS fun watching him go around but managing to keep his tone normal and light, he was a good actor.
You slipped inside easily.
See part of the fun was figuring out how you would take him down. You had been on the receiving end many a time and he was so fucking strong and could hold you down no problem. You wanted to genuinely get the drop on him, make it a bit more real. You had led him into the perfect position. Crouching low behind a corner, having a wire pulled taut between the hallway, phone cradled in your shoulder, he was coming, you totally had him.
“Where the fuck are you?!”
He had gotten into the bit, playing along perfectly and you couldn’t help but smile behind your mask. Wouldn’t he like to know?
You held the wire with one hand and knocked on the wall you were leaning on, he obviously heard it, he came down the hallway quicker to follow the sound and you got him. He tripped and you were on him in a second. Sprawled on his back and you were on top of him, seated on his chest, thighs on either side of him, pinning his arms down, one hand gripping the collar of his shirt, tugging him up, you leaned down and the cool plastic mask brushed his cheek as you whispered,
“Gotcha.”
You sat up, and took him in. He looked you over. My God the sight of you in that costume, knife gripped in your fist, it was all too exciting. You loved seeing him under you, he already looked flustered and you hadn’t even done anything…
Yet.
“Now that I have you-”
You dragged the back of the knife over the side of his face slowly, he squirmed under you,
“-what to do with you?”
His gaze broke from the hollow eyes of the mask, face flushed. Looking away and being so quiet, that wouldn’t do. You threaded gloved fingers in his hair and tugged hard. His breath hitched and you felt him shift under you as you spoke, harshly in a similar tone that he would use on you.
“Look at me.”
He hesitated and you tugged again,
“I said-”
You had that knife coming down and holding it to his throat as you finished your sentence,
“Look. At. Me.”
He did, eyes snapping up to you and that look made you want. His lips parted and the way he was breathing, you were practically dripping. You let go of his hair and you leaned back, the knife still held to his throat, your other hand came behind you and you felt him. He was achingly hard in his jeans and when your hand made contact he fucking whined and arched into the touch and that made you pulse and made your own breath want to stutter. He looked fucking beautiful.
You wanted so much more of this.
“Don’t tell me that you are getting off on this.”
You taunted him, doing your best to play the part and he responded to your teasing with a strained groan as you manipulated him through his jeans. It felt good to be in control.
“Look at you. Obviously loving it. What a little slut.”
He actually groaned again when that last word passed your lips and that had you so very pleased. He was already struggling to hold it together, you could tell. His eyes were pleading for more but you couldn’t help but focus on his mouth. You were already terribly worked up yourself and in need of relief and with him laid out in front of you like this, well you’d be a fool not to take advantage.
You let go of him and he fucking whimpered, head falling back agianst the hardwood, hips arching, calling out for more contact, and dear Lord you wanted to hear him do that again too. You tsk’d and said,
“Greedy thing. This is about me right now-”
You stood up on your knees, pinning his arms to the floor with more force and he winced at the slight pain, one hand running up your leg, gathering the smooth black fabric, starting to pull up the robe of your Ghostface costume,
“-but I’ll tell you what.”
You moved that knife and ran the tip of it over his bottom lip, your head tilting to the side, hiking the material up even higher,
“You be a good victim for me and I’ll make sure you get what you deserve.”
The bottom of your robe gathered in one fist he could now see what you had on underneath.
Not much.
Thigh high stockings, sheer and smooth, lace tops and held up with a garter belt, barely there panties and his eyes went wider at the sight.
One important thing you knew about Billy Loomis is he had a terrible weakness for lingerie of any kind so combining that previous well worn love of his with this new and exciting territory you were exploring together was mind blowing.
“I’m going to let you have use of your arms, don’t try anything funny.”
He nodded shakily, enraptured, practically dying to see what you were going to do next. You moved forward, getting into position, hand holding that knife came down between your thighs, two fingers hooked in the crotch of your panties as you still held the weapon and moved your soaked underwear to the side.
“You talked real big on the phone earlier. So many threats and awful things you said, and yet here you are now, quiet as a mouse.”
A light laugh from you when he had no response, he looked wrecked and wanting, eyes fixated on your dripping core, you spoke again,
“How about you apologize properly, hmm? Then we can talk about if you are worthy of a reward.”
You lowered yourself down onto his mouth and his hands were immediately on your ass, eyes falling closed with a moan of pure satisfaction at the taste of you. You had your fingers in his hair again, tugging him in closer to your sex, a grind as your other hand came back, tip of that knife dragging leisurely up his chest, he shuddered under you upon feeling the cold metal.
Kinky December. Dec 8th. Threesome. Charles Lee Ray And Tiffany Ray Valentine X AFAB Reader.
So you must have seen the Kinky December list and saw the Threesome prompt and thought “Oh of course Bex is doing that one. Obviously.” But I bet you would have figured it would have been another Billy and Stu thing or hell even a Sam and Buddy thing but nope! So it’s my first time writing for these two and I am pretty happy with it! They are so fun and give an interesting dynamic with the reader I feel. I like it so much I might do a longer poly! reader insert eventually! Obviously they are both the human versions of themselves here. No doll fucking, so sorry. Big thanks again to @horrorslashergirl for making such a fun event!
Also this turned out longer than I initially meant it to but what else is new? Anyway let’s get it going!
Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.1K Warnings: Public Sex. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Blood. Violence. Murder. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Dirty Talk. Teasing. Rough Oral Sex. Blow Job. Vaginal Sex. Strap-On Sex. Sex Toys. Threesome. Smoking. Chucky Is A Bastard,Tiff Is An Angel, What Else Is New?
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Share And Share Alike.
How the three of you met was quite unusual. Not exactly the most traditional of meet-cutes lead you to now.
You were working late one night, normally not one to do the closing shift, a long and hard day, retail work was so damn tedious and tiring. You were almost out of here though, about to pack up and leave, the mall you worked at was almost totally empty by this point, the cleaning tonight ran long after your hectic day, you were just returning something to the back and grabbing your shit you would be out of here. No one else around, or so you thought.
You were walking across the tiled floor, back of house finally in sight and you started to lose your footing, something wet underneath your shoes making you slip, your arms flying out, steading yourself quickly, you managed to avoid falling, a close call. You breathed a sigh of relief at your near miss and looked down to see-
Blood.
Unmistakable. Thick and syrupy and deep red, you looked around and could hear something, you weren’t actually as alone as you initially thought. You swallowed hard and your eyes flicked to the door nearby.
You could leave.
Just run and go home and forget you ever saw this-
Eyes back down and you cursed under your breath. Your shoes were in the blood, you’d track footprints, how would you explain yourself? A deep breath as you thought for a moment.
And then you decided to say fuck it and see if you could find the source. Not the smartest of ideas but you didn’t have many options. Phone in the backroom you couldn’t call for help and you’d try to be quiet. You proceeded forward carefully and quietly until you found just what you were looking for-but not what you expected to see at all.
There was a body yes but there was something that was much more eye-catching in this aisle. Seems whoever did this wasn’t alone. Now on an average day you laying your eyes on this couple would have made you stare but catching them like this? You stopped dead and couldn’t move, transfixed by this couple a few feet away, thus far unaware of your presence.
They were both a little bloody and as it seems, currently having what looks to be very passionate and intense sex against the shelves in this aisle , mere feet away from this poor victim. The woman was fucking gorgeous, blond hair and dark lipstick and killer make up, dark clothes with a gothic kind of vibe with undeniable style, skirt hiked up and a heel on one of the lower shelves, she had her hands on the man, one fisted in his long red hair and the other gripping the back of his jacket, fuck even her manicure looked perfect. And while she was something to marvel at you were still drawn to the man currently drawing those sounds from her, hushed but you could still hear them in the deathly quiet store, one hand under her thigh, holding her leg up, the other on one of the shelves near her head, murder weapon, a bloody knife still clenched in his fist as he fucked into her. He was still mostly dressed, pants barely pulled down enough to get inside of her, jacket still on, obviously both needing each other right then and you were so fucking into the sight of them together.
You should have tried to hide a little better. Because her head lolled back, the most delicious sounding moan crossing her lips as her head now rested against one of the shelves and her eyes that were previously closed open and she caught sight of you. The two of you made eye contact and you swallowed hard and she tugged on the jacket sleeve of the man,
“Chucky-we aren’t alone.”
Fucking hell her voice.
The man, Chucky apparently, stilled and looked over his shoulder to you, he seemed none too pleased about being interrupted like this if that intense look was anything to go by, could you recall a time you saw eyes more blue than his? Okay fuck, what was wrong with you right now? He looked about ready to pounce and kill you for disturbing this and for catching them post murder and mid-fuck and you were over here thinking about how fucking good they both looked.
"Seems like we ain’t."
And his voice too, yeah you were in deep trouble.
You were frozen in place, your mind was racing however, you noticed he clenched that knife tighter and that beautiful blonde woman looked almost excited and urged him on,
"Do it."
You knew it was do or die time, you said quickly, before he could make a move.
"I won't breathe a word of this to anyone!"
A scoff and stifled laughter, you swallowed hard as he rolled his eyes and she covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed, he spoke first,
"Oh never heard that one before right, Tiff?"
That wasn’t a good sign. They were both using their names in front of you, uncensored, obviously unconcerned about you identifying them, their intention to kill you crystal clear.
"Oh yeah, never, ever heard that one. Real original."
Said so sarcastically as her laughter was dying off and to this day you still weren't 100% sure where this next part came from but you said,
"I can help cover this up! I'll help so if I talk I'll be in just as much trouble."
You said it with such conviction. They shared a look, confused clearly. She spoke first this time looking back over to you,
"Now that's one I haven't heard before."
"Yeah. Now why would you want to do somethin' like that?"
It took a lot of guts to be honest, you weren't sure what was making you feel so bold, you so weren't normally like this. I mean who does this? Stumbling upon a couple who just killed someone and instead of any normal reaction, fear or just anything, you were turned on.
Fuck it. You might die tonight, why not lay it all out there? You had nothing to lose.
"Because I...I want in on this-"
You gestured vaguely and cleared your throat,
"You know?"
It took a moment for the realization to hit but yeah they both knew. He smirked and said,
"No, I don't think I know. Why don't you tell us?"
Fuck.
They made you spell it out. Made you say just how badly you wanted them both and that you were willing to do something as extreme to cover up a murder in your work place to do it.
Oh they liked you.
Just from that they liked you but when they had you between them and the way you gasped when Tiffany fingered you and the way you trembled and moaned when Chucky, had you bent over and gripping one of the shelves still standing in the pool of blood they had spilled really cemented it. You were hot and fun, and took direction well too. They kept seeing you and you just kinda slipped into it, they were already together and you ended up becoming their third.
They filled you in on what happened that night after the fact, some asshole that they had almost taken out but he managed to run off, he took off into the backdoor of your store and they had caught him and killed him right there. You realized your co-worker had left the backdoor open earlier when they took the garbage out which gave the two their way in, you normally scolded said co-worker for such carelessness but now you were thankful they fucked up that night or you might have never met them.
So that was how you met.
You had been seeing them for months now, you had essentially moved in. Holidays fast approaching, they had been out earlier doing some shopping, you had been as well, fussing trying to figure out what would be the best to get for them but coming up empty thus far. You had got home before them, had started making dinner when they both came in, you heard bags dropped near the door. You had come out of the kitchen to greet them and noticed, a little disheveled, if it was someone else, someone not you, who wasn’t used to looking for those signs they might have missed it.
But not you.
You noticed, smudged flecks of blood and the tension, the overall energy, it was always like this when they came home after another kill. It reminded you of how you met. And the other nights they came home after that kind of thing, it made you squirm.
“Hey sweet thing.”
You loved how she said that when Tiffany greeted you walked over to you first, heels clicking on hardwood and her hands on your face, her gloves felt soft and cold and she kissed you, hands reaching out and gripping her coat as you tilted up more into the kiss, fuck it felt good. She pulled away, hands still on your face and you were looking into her eyes and she asked,
“How was your day?”
“Good.”
You responded with a soft smile before asking,
“Yours?”
“Really good. Better to be home.”
She was always so sweet to you, so caring, your gaze broke away and you saw Charles there taking his scarf and jacket off and hanging them up. From the body language you could tell just where this was going, you looked back to Tiffany and she said,
“Go to the bedroom, we’ll be in a minute. Okay?”
You didn’t need to be told twice. A quick nod and her hands left you and you scurried off to the bedroom.
Sitting on the bed, waiting like this. It always got to you. It was always just so intense when they came home after a kill. You didn’t like knowing all the details but you couldn’t help being a little curious about it, if you asked they would tell you but you didn’t always ask.
Curiosity got the better of you tonight.
Soon you were pressed between the two of them. Tiffany was behind you, leaning against the headboard, her fingertips tracing lightly over exposed skin and you had your back to her chest and your pants were being pulled off by Chucky. You could go on and on about Tiffany’s beauty but there was something about him that couldn’t be ignored either. Something about the look in his eyes or how he spoke to you, his hair, maybe it was all of it that made him so attractive to you? A deep breath from you before you asked so quietly,
“How’d it go this time?”
You knew they hadn’t planned on doing anything like that when they went out today but sometimes things just happened, it was supposed to just be shopping. They loved to tell you, Chucky in particular liked it, liked it best when you asked during these times, clothes being stripped away as they touched you. He liked how much you squirmed, almost ashamed by how much you liked to hear about it while they did this.
Holiday shopping could always get crazy, some asshole pissed Chuck off, not like that was hard to do, and it was easy enough to get him into an alley and of course he had his knife on him and that was that. You had been stripped by this point, re-positioned, on your knees, Tiffany still leaning into your back, whispering in your ear as her hand was between your legs, touching you softly, fingers stroking through you folds,
“Always get so wet when we tell you about it.”
“Mmm she must really like it.”
They both liked to tease you about how into it you were and that always made it worse, made you wanna hide your face and your head dipped down and well Chucky didn’t like that. Grabbed by your hair, head forced back up making you look at him in the eyes and he asked,
“Do you like it?”
Tiffany stopped touching you and you whined, she kissed your temple and she said quietly,
“C’mon, if you want more, you gotta answer him.”
You squirmed and Tiffany slipped her other hand around to palm one of your breasts as encouragement and you forced it out, saying,
“Yes I-I like it.”
And that got him to smirk, so smug and self satisfied, he kept gripping your hair as he pulled you down, you had one hand around him, had been stroking him while they had told you about it and now he wanted more. You wanted to give and give as much as they gave to you, your mouth opening and tongue running over the head of his cock as you kept looking up to him, and Tiffany resumed touching you. Once you slipped his head past your lips he sucked a harsh inhale through his teeth and as Tiffany’s skilled fingers circled your clit you moaned against him and fuck it all just felt right.
Being shared by them was fucking amazing. You loved the dynamic of it all. Particularly for moments like this.
You had been going at your own pace but good ol’ Chuck had gotten tired of that, pulling you towards him with his hand still on your head and his hips thrusting forward into your mouth, being rough and taking his pleasure how he wanted it from you, Tiffany touching you and being so sweet and soft, encouraging.
“You take it so well sweetheart, look at you.”
One hand stroking down your back gently as she had two fingers fucking in and out of you, one particularly hard thrust into your mouth made you gag a little and that made Tiff click her tongue disapprovingly and speak up,
“Why are you always so rough with y/n?”
A laugh from him, another thrust, harder, another gag from you and he responded,
“What? They like it! Don’tcha?”
A hard pull on your hair, another thrust that made your eyes roll back and you clenched down on Tiffany’s fingers with a nod. You did love it, adored the dichotomy of the two of them being with you at once,
“See?”
The look on his face, once again, smug as hell, a shit eating grin, he knew the effect he could have on you, how much him being so hard on you while Tiffany showed you such softness and affection, got to you.
You swear you could feel Tiffany roll her eyes behind you, her thumb rubbed over your clit as her fingers curled inside of you making you whine as she said,
“Asshole.”
You weren’t sure why but you loved how they talked to each other, the light kind of teasing they did, banter and name calling, sometimes a little too harsh yet you could tell the undeniable love under the surface.
Such a mess by this point, drool running down your chin from the throat fucking, hair messier from how Chucky had been holding it, deep purple lipstick marks left over your skin from Tiffany kissing you, slick on your thighs, shaking, already so damn needy.
“She ready?”
You were.
“Mmm you want it sweetie?”
You nodded once, mouth still stuffed full of cock and that is how you ended up now. This right here was one of your favorites. On your hands and knees, getting fucked, strong hands on your hips, pulling you back onto him as your face was buried between your girlfriend’s thighs. Tiffany loved how hard you tried, it was hard to maintain a good rhythm when you were being split open on his cock like this but you were getting better and better at it, plus how you moaned against her dripping pussy was hot as hell for her, not to mention how fun it was to watch you struggle.
I mean it was easy to see why you loved it so much, she tasted amazing and every sigh and moan you could pull from her sounded nothing short of divine, she was insanely talented with her own mouth and fingers, you only hoped you could give back half of what she did.
It was impossible to get over how lucky you felt, how spoiled you were, you had every little thing you could want.
“Look so fuckin’ good.”
And of course Chucky wasn’t going to complain about the view, the two women in his life, spread in front of them, buried to the hilt in you as your hands were on Tiffany’s outer thighs as you shivered and moaned and ate her out.
“Mmmf the best.”
Tiffany confirmed, her praise meant the world to you, looking up to her, tongue running over her clit with another moan and it was so hot to you that you clenched down again drawing a moan from the man behind you.
It always seemed to work out like that, it was so easy for the three of you, all feeding off of each other, it happened often, someone doing something to someone else and the reaction it pulled adding to it, making it hotter, made it feel better. And so it went.
It usually played out like this, Chucky would love to have you first, make you a mess, almost forcing you to cum for him, pulling you over that edge like it was some kind of race, you would be sore and well stretched, he was rough as always and after he had cum inside you he would watch as Tiffany had you. He would watch relaxed and amused, cigarette in hand as Tiffany would play with you, much softer and sweeter, she wouldn’t be so rough as you helped prep the strap-on, not like it needed much when your pussy was stuffed with cum.
“Such a good mouth.”
She praised and she would gently pull you away, your mouth sliding off of the strap-on with a wet and audible pop and she would lie you down and kiss you so sweetly as she lined up and filled you. Your thighs on either side of her hips as she was on top of you and she would make you cum too of course, the build slow and gentle and so damn intense in a different kind of way and she’d be praising you the whole way.
Or it would be that way until Chucky had enough of just watching and got his hands into the toy box. Having her fuck you while he would use a vibrator on you was nearly too much to handle and they both knew it, the way you would squirm and twitch was too good to pass up, and the way it would make Tiffany lose control just a little bit and get a tad rougher was more than welcome.
You knew the dinner preparations you had started earlier would be no good, there was no way they were close to done with you. You could always order in later you supposed.
It was truly a blessing and a curse having two partners, it usually meant no rest for you, one could take it easy until the other was ready for more, not to mention when they were both using you at once.
Both of them had such presence and had such strong personalities they seemed to fight often but again when it came to you?
