Well, this week sucks. A few of you have mentioned this is a nice place to escape and have a laugh, so it's time for a sleepover! For this event, we have 3 games to play in @thebrothel inbox.
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Hey Tox! I used 5calls today and left messages for my senators. Since I'm a little phone shy, I was grateful they provided a script. It was easy and I hope everyone takes the time to do this. It's exhausting being an American right now, but we have to stay engaged.
Thank you for writing about our beloved blorbos as a treat. It's an important reminder to take care of yourself and find joy during this nightmare hellscape we live in.
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So, I was just wondering if Slasher ever talks about Ghostface in the brothel. Does he view him as a peer? A rival? A mentor? An aspirational figure in the zeitgeist? What's going on in that filthy demented little mind of his?
SAVE Act | Update/Call for action | 5calls | blorbos for democracy
Hi! Thank you for taking action and sharing about your experience. I hope it inspires someone 🖤. Ghostface is aspirational. And sometimes slasher's himbo brain works too hard... In canon, you always wonder who ghostface is. And the fact that Every inch is a night walks spinoff... Slasher regards ghosty with admiration and suspicion and is also a little gay for him.
slasher & ghostface
"What's it like bein' nonconned?" Slasher asks.
"Just like that, huh?" Ghostface replies. "I don't look like I need a trigger warning?"
"Sorry," Slasher rolls his eyes. "Tee-dub (tw) mention of SA."
"I'm fucking with you, slashy," Ghostface says. "What are you asking me for? Didn't that happen to you?"
"oh, we already fucked. Already owned each other," slasher explains.
Ghostface tilts his head at him and then his gloved hand lifts a joint to his masked face and half of it disappears into the void of his mouth hole for a sec.
Then he offers it to slasher, and slasher secretly wishes he'd shotgun him instead, but he asks "good shit?" And ghostface says, "hell yeah."
Slasher raises his eyebrows as he tries it. Then he's like, "oh yeah. we gotta let night walks hit this. let's page him."
"who do you think I got it from?" Ghostface asks.
"right, uh..." His himbo wheels are turning. "Hey, if you could fuck anyone else's reader, who'd you pick?"
"I'm not much of a reader, slashy. Tell me who you'd fuck."
"Easy. Pumpkin." He studies ghostface's mask as if it has a facial expression to read. He continues, "Pumpkin's hot as hell. I'd fuck her shit up in a heartbeat."
mood board does not depict reader. ty @patti7dc for the pic
summary: you have a dream where you fall into a river and joel and carter have to warm you up.
warnings: I8+, MFM, p in v intercourse, grinding, cream pie, cum play, cum eating, oral f receiving kind of, kinda dubcon for Carter? He's following orders at first, Joel carries reader. unedited - prying myself away in hopes I'll write something real.
a/n: something possessed me to expound on the non-canonical camping dream in depth: what if you have the dream again, and you don't wake up until it's over?
You drink a special tea, and when you drift off to sleep, you have an absurdly detailed dream. In the dream, you're traveling with Joel and Carter. It's winter and you're crossing a river when you slip and fall into it. The water is nearly freezing. It's only a few seconds before Joel pulls you out, but your clothes are soaked. Once you get onto dry land, you're so cold you can barely move enough to walk. Joel has to carry you. Joel sees a clearing ahead and tells Carter, "Go. Make a fire. Go!"
Carter runs ahead and makes the fire. He sets up camp as quickly as possible, unrolling your sleeping bag while Joel strips you down. Carter lays your wet clothes and shoes on a log near the fire to dry, then boils some water. Joel is trying everything to warm you up. He takes his own shirt off his back and puts it on you. His socks too. He wraps you in a blanket. You're still shivering.
Carter is going through your pack looking for dry clothes, then he sees how desperate Joel is looking at you and suggests "you should get in the bag. Naked, she needs your body heat."
"Yeah," Joel agrees hesitantly.
In the sleeping bag, you're facing Joel. You wrap an arm over him and he hugs you tight with your tits pressed against his chest. He puts a leg over yours. You're still shivering. Joel keeps saying "gonna be okay, sweet pea" and rubbing your arms. His cock is warm and hardens against you, but he ignores it and stays focused on your warmth.
Joel hugs you for a few minutes, then Carter brings over a cup of boiled water for you. He tastes it himself to make sure it isn't too hot, then crouches down by the sleeping bag. You roll onto your stomach and prop yourself up on your elbows. Joel does too and takes the cup. He brings it to your lips. Carter tries not to look at your tits. Instead he looks at Joel, and how concerned he is. You try to take the cup from Joel to finish the water yourself but your hands are still too numb and you can't grip it. In desperation, Joel looks at Carter, tugs the zipper, and says, "get in here."
Carter hesitates.
"Now. She needs the heat."
Carter puts down the cup, takes off his shoes, and starts to get in, then Joel says "take your clothes off, ya said it yourself."
"Joel, i–"
"Just do it, Carter."
Carter takes off his shirt, then crouches down trying to get in view of your face. He looks at you and asks, "do you want-"
Joel cuts him off- "I said now."
You nod to reassure Carter. Carter glances at you a few times as he takes his pants off. He starts to get into the bag in his boxers and Joel says, "everything."
"Y-you sure, Joel?" He asks as he follows the orders. Joel nudges the bag's zipper down as an answer. The air is cold on your back for a moment until Carter gets in and zips the double bag again.
"C'mere," Joel beckons him, reaching over you to pull Carter closer by his shoulder. Carter presses his chest against your back. It's warm and soft. Joel's hand moves to Carter's tricep and puts Carter's arm over you. Carter awkwardly drapes his wrist over Joel's waist.
Carter is keeping his crotch a respectful inch or two away from you, but Joel pulls him closer. That's when the warm shape of Carter's dick presses against your ass and his soft curls brush your skin. You and Carter both flinch. He settles in against you. He's not hard, not yet. But after a minute, you suppose he can't help it, his body pressed all the way against yours. He clears his throat as his cock swells against your crack. It makes you wet and you feel guilty. It feels strange, having Carter hug you like Joel does every night.
"Can I turn around?" You ask Joel."
"Can ya turn around?"
"He's in your spot," you whine.
"Ok, sweet pea." Joel backs up enough for you to turn over and face Carter. You and Carter exchange a glance. His lips look red and swollen in the firelight. His cheeks are flushed. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. You didn't think it through. You put your arms in front of your chest but Joel takes your top hand and drapes it over Carter's waist before bringing Carter's arm over you again and pulling him tight. "Keep your chest warm," Joel whispers into your hair.
Carter's cock presses against your mound and you gasp through your nose. He pulls his hips back. His heart pounds against you. You push your ass back into Joel and Joel returns the push with his hard cock. Then Joel wedges his hand between you and Carter and covers your mound.
Carter's breath falters as his erection hits Joel's cool knuckles. Joel freezes. For a moment no one moves. Then Joel acts like it's not even there. Joel lightly rubs your clit which makes the back of his hand graze Carter's hard dick.
"Uh," Carter searches for words. "I should. . ."
"S'okay " Joel whispers into your hair, unclear about who he's talking to.
"Sorry," Carter stumbles.
Joel shushes him, then asks, “you ok sweet pea?"
"y-yeah," you whisper, more than okay, but you could never say that.
You shiver, not in cold but in pleasure. Joel grinds his cock against your ass and slides his hand down further to tease your moist hole with his middle finger, bringing some of your ample slick up to your clit. They hold you like that for a minute and you can barely take the tension.
Your hips tilt, and Joel murmurs, "good girl, you're okay." Joel brings his hand back behind you to put his cock between your legs. Carter's hard dick rests against your mound and lower belly for a moment until he pulls his hips back and Joel returns his hand to your front. Joel thrusts forward, wedging his cock between your thighs, sliding against your dripping folds. Your nipples harden with a rush of arousal. Joel slides his cock against you a few times. You're wetter and wetter with the head of his cock rubbing against your clit and meeting his hand on the other side. Then he uses his fingers to nudge the head into your entrance. With Joel's tip nestled just inside, you twitch in anticipation and can't help but push back.
Joel holds onto Carter's back for leverage and pushes into you with a deep sigh muffled in your hair. You bite your lip to try to keep from moaning as you're filled with Joel's rigid cock, and your hard nipples lightly drag an inch or two up Carter's chest from the force. You glance up and Carter's eyes are pinched shut. His arousal twitches against your clit and you whimper, "Joel," tilting your head back against him as he slowly withdraws half his length.
“Mmm,” he fills you up again. He stays mostly inside and fucks you in short pulses, with his tip dragging against a special spot inside you and Carter's cock pressing against your clit and mound. You imagine their balls are touching when Joel bottoms out.
It's ethereal and overwhelming. You’re in the sleeping bag, nestled between Carter and Joel with all three of your bodies growing sweaty.
Joel's thick cock moves at a slow rhythm, drafting thickly inside you, and he brings his hand to your thigh. Your hips are rocking into Carter at the same rhythm. Carter puts a hand on your hip, squeezing you as you grind against his cock. He breathes heavily. Joel has killed men for much less, but in this realm, there are no rules. You're just three bodies in a sleeping bag, and the lining is growing damp with sweat and steam. By now, you're warmer than warm. Your chest, breasts, and cheeks are on fire.
The fire crackles and pops, under the rhythmic squelch of Joel's cock inside you and the heavy breaths from all three of you. Carter lets out soft grunts as you move against him. He's so erect it must be painful, pressed against your skin. Your skin is smooth and slippery with sweat. Their muscular bodies hug your curves. Joel's sounds are quiet but deep and primal as he fucks you from behind. You can picture his nose twitching with his eyes pinched shut as his hips move, burying his cock deep inside you where it belongs.
They both hold you still, but Joel's thrusts are still sending you up, and the higher you grind against Carter's shaft, the closer his tip gets, until it's right there against your clit. Your walls spasm and Joel growls, "good girl," in your ear.
Carter shudders with a tattered sigh. He cums against you, coating your mound and clit with his warm spend. Each pulse nudges your clit, drawing your own climax out longer.
Joel breathes heavily into your ear and whispers, "Feel so good, sweet pea," still fucking you. As Carter finishes, his cum trickles down your clit to Joel's cock.
You sigh, and finally Joel can't hold off any longer. He groans as he bottoms out, then pulses. Carter winces as your clit pulses against his oversensitive cock. Joel grabs your breast, the back of his hand flush with Carter's chest. Joel gropes you and fills you up, fucking some of Carter's cum into you as he does it. You moan as you flutter around Joel's cock, and the moment seems to last forever -- you can feel every beat of Joel's heart, every little pulse of every vein of his cock. And you can feel Carter's heartbeat, too, and his cock and cum against your skin.
Joel stays inside when he's finished.
-
With his cock still inside you, Joel begins to wrap his arm around you, wedging his hand between you and Carter. Right away, his fingers graze the sticky mess on your skin and he inhales sharply. Joel props himself up on his elbow, then grips Carter's jaw, making his mouth open. Carter waits, frozen. Joel presses his thumb between Carter's lips and down onto his tongue, wiping his cum onto it.
"Clean up your mess," Joel commands, then releases his mouth.
Carter nudges the zipper of the bag down to make room. Joel has one arm under you and his forearm crossing your breasts. He holds you against himself and with his other hand, nudges Carter's head down. Carter obediently moves down so his head is below your abdomen. He's curled over on his knees and Joel is holding you mostly face up for him. He glances up at Joel, then dips his tongue into his cum on your mound. He laps it up slowly and thoroughly, planting his lips and sucking from below your belly button down to your clit, making you twitch around Joel's cock as you feel a other one building. His tongue swirls and presses hard against your skin until he's gotten as much as he can. He licks along the side of your clit, finding some of his cum in the crevasse, then you whine, "Joel," feeling yourself on the edge again.
Carter pulls his head back as Joel reaches down to cup your mound. His hips push him a little deeper inside you and his fingers rest firm on your clit as your body jerks and you cum on his cock again. You whimper through your waves of pleasure and Joel whispers, "good girl."
When you're finished, the three of you lie there and Joel asks, "you warm?"
"Mm-hm," you nod.
"I'll start dinner," Carter offers and Joel lets him out of the bag.
While Carter gets dressed, Joel holds you for another minute then slides out of you.
—--
Joel dresses you, and he gets dressed, too. Carter makes dinner and you eat in silence around the fire.
When Joel goes to piss, Carter waits until he's out of earshot and lowers his voice. “Ya know, I never woulda–if Joel hadn’t–".
“Don’t hafta talk about it,” you interrupt.
Carter looks at you. You can see he’s trying to make eye contact, but you don’t. He swallows and nods. “Right." He gets even quieter. "Okay.”
After a moment of silence, he opens his mouth like he's going to say something, but doesn't. You finally look at him, and he whispers, "thing is–" and the way he's looking at you, you know what he's about to say. "I kinda–"
"-Carter-"
"-Liked it." He raises his brows for a moment, then looks down and scratches the back of his neck. "And if I act like I didn't, it's 'cause-"
"I get it."
Carter nods, you nod, and there's a silent agreement.
—-
Then you wake up.
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Later in the same hypothetical universe: Stinger
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Thank you for reading and compartmentalizing. It's a fic of a fic of a fic.
Due to the SAVE Act voter suppression bill, Dr. Rock is taking anonymous Qs about voting.
He reads, "If a relocated reader registered to vote in her original location, how do you get them to send her absentee ballot to the new address?
Okay, you need to update her address with the secretary of state's office and DMV and also set up mail forwarding with the USPS." Vamp is subtly jotting notes down while keeping his journal mostly closed.
Next, "What if you had your way with her but were kinda nice about it and you treat sweet pea good.
Okay, I just want to remind everyone of my office hours for non-voting issues..."
Next. "If you disown your son does he have to take your ex wife's name and lose his vote?
Dr. Rock came up with a teambuilding exercise — Making a kinktober prompt list. Vamp was the only one to show interest, asking, “like, stuff we wanna do?” Slasher agreed to join his buddy. Now they're working on a list that no one is going to use. Slasher is at the whiteboard ready to write down Vamp’s ideas, which he’s brainstormed in his notebook.
“Happy ending,” Vampire suggests.
“Nice." slasher writes it, then chuckles, “As long as it’s not from Masseur Joel, right?” Vamp looks confused. Slasher corrects himself, “whatever you’re into, buddy.”
Emboldened, vamp goes again: “Stargazing.”
“Ehhh,” slasher says. “Does it turn you on?”
"Turns my heart on," vamp shrugs. "So yeah"
“Alright,” Slasher writes it small off to the side with a laugh, then takes his own turn, writing Daddy.
Vamp’s turn: “candle-lit bath.”
Slasher thinks for a second. “Hot wax?” Vampire shakes his head. Slasher continues, “What if she likes hot wax? Only one way to find out.”
“Ok,” Vamp gets out his phone and starts texting.
“No, I meant–forget it. did you write any--lemme see that," Slasher says as he takes the notebook. He whispers as he reads. “not a kink, not a kink,” then he looks impressed and nods, "alright." He writes adult breastfeeding on the board.
“i never put that!” Vampire protests, shrinking into his cardigan, cheeks turning pink.
“Nipple … sucking,” slasher reads out of the notebook. “Same thing.”
You look at the body on the floor, and raider Joel gently gently turns your face back toward him.
“I'm taking you with me,” he announces. “It's for your own good," then under his breath, "so it's not kidnapping.”
Your eyes widen. “You're taking me?”
“Don't be scared, sweet pea. I'll protect you, take care of you, and make you cum a lot. If ya want.”
Joel drags Jack's body out of the room. Some guy shows up at the door and looks at you. “She's mine,” Joel says, then punches him in the throat. The guy chokes and stumbles away, and Joel says "Wait. Take this body with you.”
For the van ride, Joel blindfolds you and puts you on his lap. When you feel his huge dick getting hard, you bite your lip and do the slightest wiggle of your hips. He whispers, "Give it to ya later, baby. If ya want."
Raider really wishes he never hurt sweet pea and he's doing his own fic of his fic now 🥺
1. Day 1 - at the raid
A group of bad guys is pulling you away with them on the hill, planning to hurt you and be mean with you. Joel yells, “Drop her.” They invite him to join, but Joel mows them down with his gun instead. You cover your ears and when all the guys are dead around you, Joel puts his gun around his back and jogs up the hill to you. You start to run away and he says “ain't gonna hurt ya sweet pea,” then he never does. He crouches down to check you for injuries. You hug your arms around his neck and he picks you up. He takes you inside and introduces you to Carter. Then he puts you in a room and says you can take a nap on the mattress while he gets rid of the bodies. He also says, “if you feel like sucking my dick later, I understand. there will be plenty of time for that, but only if you really want.”
A boy demands to see you. Joel takes him to you and says, “what do you think, sweet pea? Is he still your boyfriend?” You hesitate and Joel says, “Just kidding,” and shoots jack. “I would never make you choose.” You frown, and for a moment Joel wonders if he should feel bad. “I'm sorry, sweet pea” he says, “I should've made you close your ears.”
