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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Housewife

Part - 4

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, hinting masturbation

Part 1

"This is my favorite outfit so far." Tatum clapped as you spun around. The outfit in question was a checkered skirt matched with a sleeveless mock turtleneck top. Thankfully the stockings you bought yesterday had yet to fail. You kicked up your white go go boot striking a pose for a laugh. "This whole style choice of yours is dick repellent." Randy said, opening up his granola bar. You snatched it from him taking a bite. "You'll have to give me some tips then because I'm pretty sure you get more dick than all of us combined. And that's including Stu so that says something." Stu pointed at you surprised at the sudden dig. "How'd you know?" He said making the group laugh harder. Randy grabbed his granola bar back not caring you had just eaten part of it. You laid down on the concrete resting your head on Randy's lap.

"Since when did you two get so close?" Stu asked knowing about how hostile yesterday was. "Since I found out she's a lesbian." Randy joked. Billy looked at you seemingly to give the idea some thought. "She can do whatever she wants to it's a free country, as long as she invites me to watch." Stu said and Tatum shook her head. "Me and Randall here made up in 2nd period. He's not so bad when he's not babbling on about shitty horror movies."

Randy stands up knocking your head forward. "Okay which is better Texas Chainsaw Massacre the 1974 original or Aliens the 1979 original?" Billy scrunched up his nose like that was even a question. "Texas Chainsaw Massacre no contest." Billy spoke and Stu echoed his answer. Even Tatum put her two cents in. "Leather face is in Texas Chainsaw Massacre right?" Stu nodded. "Oh then that movie." Everyone looked at Sydney to give the last answer. "Don't look at me I haven't seen either of them." Billy laid back down mimicking your position.

"Aliens is by far a better choice because-" Stu started throwing grapes at him not missing a single shot. "Booooo!" You laughed at Stu happy to know the crowd agreed with you. "Told ya." You chimed as Randy sat back down. "What are you two doing tonight?" Sydney asked Stu and Billy. "Probably chill at my place, watch some movies. Why you wanna come?" She shook her head. "I was just curious." Sydney said picking at her nails. "Welp I'm going to split. If I don't see ya have a good weekend." You waved them off as you went back into the school. Walking the halls you headed towards the nearest bathroom.

You propped your purse up on the sink pulling a compact out. Funny enough the bags under your eyes seemed softer than they've been in months. "You sure are in a good mood today." Billy said as Stu locked the door. You jumped at his voice clutching imaginary pearls. "Did we scare you?" Stu asked leaning on Billy. "What gave it away Sherlock?" You closed the compact sliding it back in your purse. "You two shouldn't be in here." Stu bent down to check under the stalls. "Relax we're the only ones here." He said standing back up. "Still, being a girl in a bathroom with two guys that have girlfriends isn't really a good look for me."

"It's not like we're going to have our way with you." Billy watched your body tense up at Stu's words. "Unless you'd want that of course." You were uncomfortable. You'd like to say you trusted them but you'd only known them for 3 days. "Lay off man." Billy shrugged his friend arm off his shoulder before talking again. "We just came in here to ask about tonight. I'm running by the video store after school, what movie do you want to watch?" You calmed down just a little seeing Stu smile at you. It was genuine not one with two meanings behind it.

"Any movie? Or are you wanting horror movies?" Stu hopped up sitting on the sink. "We're watching Christine first." Billy looked at him then back to you. "Whatever you want to watch." It was a risk. He wouldn't sit though some boring ass chick flick. Not even for you. He's seen one too many with Sydney. "Have you seen Ferris Bueller's day off?" Both the boys shook thier head. "Are you being serious? It's one of the best movies ever." You said shocked. They highly doubted that but they let you have your moment.

You and the boys made plans for tonight. Billy would stop by the video store to pick up Christine, Ferris Bueller's day off, and he refused to tell you what he picked out. Saying "it's a surprise." You volunteered to cook dinner. They argued saying they could live off popcorn but you wouldn't allow it. Anyone staying at your house would be having a home cooked meal. Stu was simply bringing himself and a deck of cards.

The bell rang and you quickly shoved your school supplies in your locker leaving them for the Monday to come. "Are you ready to have your mind blown?" Stu's hands blew away from his head as he stuck his tongue out faking an explosion. "I doubt your little movie is that good. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." Stu tried to hold hands with you which you quickly shut down. "If you're worried about Tatum and Syd they're both already gone. Dewy picked them up." You were worried about them. You were also worried about that giddy feeling crawling back up your chest. "I'm not worried I'm appalled. I'm not some cheap whore you know?" You walked backwards for a second to catch his reaction.

"I'm well aware of that Ms. Crocker." The two of you cracked jokes and had playful banter as you made it to your car. "Do I get to pick music this time?" With the puppy like expression on his face he already knew your answer. "Sure but you're not going to like the options." You both slid into the car, Stu going straight for the glove box. "Elvis, Beatles, Boston, the Bee Gees? Really?" You looked at him with a smile. "Don't shit on the Bee Gees." You said holding back a laugh. The car pulled out of the parking lot heading straight to your place. "I care about you but we've got to do something about this." He held up a Carpenters tape with a look of shame on his face. "Most of these aren't even mine okay?" He simply hummed with doubt.

"Whatever you say Betty." He grabbed one tape pushing it into the tape deck. "This, I can get behind." He said confident in his selection. "What'd you pick-" Stu's finger rested on your lips. "Shh let it play." You swatted his hand away with a smile. Space Oddity began playing to your surprise. "I learn something new about you everyday." You said as he began singing the words as horribly as he could. He might be a little on the annoying side but he sure could make you laugh. At some point you chimed in. You both sang the songs together laughing at each other back and forth. Stu wasn't so bad.

"Put the tape back where you got it." He said "yes ma'am" as he slid it back into the glove compartment. You clicked the garage door open and slowly pulled your car in. The car became quiet once you pulled out the key. You closed the garage door, you and Stu hopping out at the same time. "Make sure to take your shoes off before you go in." You slipped off your boots carrying them inside. "Just bring your shoes up to my room." Stu didn't want to fuck this up but you made it too easy for him to make jokes. "You're taking me to your bedroom?" He said as cheesey as humanly possible. Before you could come up with a snarky response he pushed you out of the way.

"Holy shit this place is ugly!" Your face dropped as you closed the garage door. "I love it!" He exclaimed walking to the kitchen. "Is that a compliment?" You asked genuinely confused. Stu paused for a moment sniffing the air. "What is that smell?" You chuckled at his concern. "It's the pot roast." Confusion painted his face. "You started cooking this morning?" You smiled sheepishly. "Well yeah I knew you two were coming over." He might've just fell in love with you. "Come on let's put our shoes up and get dinner done before Billy gets here."

Stu looked all around not being able to look at one thing for too long. "Woah this is your room?" He admired the posters on your wall first. "The one and only." You grabbed his shoes sitting them up on the rack next to yours. "You like these movies?" He asked like you had them up there just to start conversations. "Of course I like them. That's kinda why I bought the posters."

Stu had to revaluate everything he thought about you. "You know your place reminds me of Dazed and Confused." You lit up at the name. "Oh my God I love that movie!" Stu took a second to really look at you. He thought you were hot from the second he saw you. That feeling hasn't changed any but there's definitely more to it. "I saw it in theaters like 4 times. You know you don't have such bad taste after all." You fake gasped. "I have amazing taste you just wait."

"Speaking of taste I've got to get started on dinner." He followed you to the kitchen with a question. "Isn't it already done?" He must not cook a lot. "The roast is yes but I've got to make mashed potatoes to go with it. Oh and do you want Macaroni and cheese or green beans?" He was definitely in love with you. "Why are you doing all this?" He asked his voice kind of sad. Stu really hadn't been a priority or even cared for, for a very long time. "Because you and Billy are my guests and I'll be damned if you leave here without having a good meal. Now Mac and cheese or green beans?"

Billy pulled into the driveway slowly as to not attract attention. It would be his ass if Sydney and Tatum saw his car over at your house. Before he could knock he stopped to listen to the sound of your laughter paired with Stu's. It was a pleasant sound but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. His knuckles made contact with the wood alerting you and Stu both. "I'll get it. Keep stirring the mashed potatoes so they don't stick." Billy knocked once more. He wasn't very patient. "I'm coming!" You opened the door waving Billy inside. "Where's your coat it's freezing out there?" It was then he realized he left his jacket in the car. There was no way that unbuttoned flannel and white t-shirt was providing him any warmth.

"Hey buddy!" Stu waved from the kitchen. "I need you to open the garage so I can pull my car in." You made a stirring motion to Stu noticing he stopped. "Yeah give me one sec." You said to Billy as you opened the door to the garage. Clicking the button on the wall the door slowly lifted up. "Thanks babe." He said as he walked to his car. "Babe?" You whispered as your chest grew tight. "Betty help it's bubbling!" Stu shouted your nickname. You shook your head walking back into the house. "The heats too high." Slowly you turned the knob and the bubbling stopped. "Have you tried some yet?"

"No." He said but the small dot of mashed potatoes on his nose said other wise. Your thumb swiped off the food from his face and he knew he'd been caught. You wiped your hands on your apron. "Was it good?" He dipped his finger in the pot pointing it towards you. "Try it." He tried to smear it on your face but you wouldn't let him. "No!" You shouted with a laugh running around the kitchen. Stu chased you around the table laughing as much as you were. "What is going on? I can hear you all outside." Billy asked as he shut the door to the garage. "You really wanna know?" Stu asked.

It was too late. Now Stu chased Billy leaving you to laugh at both of them. "Get near me and I'll bite your fucking finger off Macher I mean it." You were belly laughing at this point. "Okay guys calm down the foods done. Billy, the plates are up there can you set the table?" Without a response he grabbed the plates. "Stu can you get the silverware? It's in that drawer." You pointed to the wood cabinet. "On it." Stu grabbed one of everything sitting them on the placemats next to the plates Billy sat down. You were busy moving the mac and cheese into a pyrex dish. "Someone sit this on the table." Billy and Stu both jumped to help nearly knocking the hot food out of your hands.

You awkwardly laughed at the silence. "Don't worry I've got another one." You handed Billy the glassware, quickly filling another one up with mashed potatoes to give to Stu. "I've got iced tea, lemonade, soda and water." You opened the fridge showing them what you had. "I'll have Dr. Pepper." Stu said and you handed him the glass bottle. "Billy for you?" Both the boys looked flushed. "What's that at the bottom shelf?" Stu pointed. You bent down seeing a bottle of Coke.

Unbeknownst to you every time you bent over the tops of your thigh high stockings were on display. Billy's eyes followed the black line from your ankles all the way to the little black bow at the top. Stu looked over at Billy trying to read his mind. "It's Coke. Did you want this instead?" You asked. "I'll take that." Billy grabbed it from your hand. "Let me get you two the bottle opener." You pulled out the drawer grabbing the opener and tossing it to Billy. "Where's your bathroom?" Stu asked politely. "Down the hall and to the left." With speed he left the Dr. Pepper on the table and practically sprinted to the bathroom.

"What's his problem?" You asked Billy. He only shrugged. Although he knew exactly what his problem was. It was the same problem he was starting to have. Billy sat down at the dinner table popping the lid off of his bottle. "Thank you." His was quiet but not silent. "You're welcome. It's the best I can do. Do you want your roast on top of your mashed potatoes or separate?" He thought about it for a second. "Separate is fine." You nodded grabbing his plate from the table. You put a good amount of roast and vegetables on his plate before sitting it back down in front of him. "Smells good."

"Let's just hope it tastes good." You laughed. "But thank you. Stu helped quite a lot actually." That was surprising. Living with Stu, he got take out 5 days a week and the other days they barley ate at all. Neither Billy or Stu cooked. Not for lack of trying on Billy's end. You placed a spoon in the mashed potatoes and in the Mac and cheese before fixing you a glass of water. You sat it down on the table picking up Stu's plate. Once he had a good amount you put his plate back where you got it.

"Is he coming?" The question almost made Billy laugh. With the Coke bottle up to his lips he said "Probably." The joke went clear over your head. In the meantime you hung your apron up and sat the salt and pepper down on the table. "There you are. I thought you fell in." You smiled and he returned it. Billy's eyes found Stu's having a silent shameful conversation. The last thing you did before sitting down was fix your own plate. While you put food on your plate Stu went ahead and grabbed his fork. Before he could eat Billy kicked him under the table. "Ow!"

"The bowl's hot." Billy made an excuse for his friends outburst. You went back to what you were doing as the two had a conversation. "Wait for her." Billy mouthed. Stu's lips formed an 'o' as he understood what he meant. You finally sat down with them finishing putting food on your plate. They both waited patiently for you to take the first bite. "Do you think I poisoned it?" You asked wondering about their odd behavior. "No but you cooked it so you should get to eat first." There it was again that giddy feeling. "Oh..." You said with a smile.

You had never seen two people eat so much. It made you think they'd never had food in their lives. Both bowls were completely empty and the poor crockpot looked like it'd seen hell before. "That was the best damn food I've ever had." Stu exclaimed. "Thank you, Y/n." He said grabbing your hand on the table. "You're welcome. If there's one thing I can do it's cook." Billy's head laid on his crossed arms on top of the table. "Is he dead?" You whispered to Stu. Your hand rubbed Billy's back slowly hoping he wasn't sick. "You alright?"

"I can't move." He mumbled against the table cloth. You bit your lip trying not to laugh. Billy sat up his head falling back over the kitchen chair. A moan left his lips from how much he ate. Stu saw the way you straightened up in your chair. Your eyes raked over Billy's exposed neck. His adams apple on prominent display. "Damn." Billy sat up looking at you. "What's wrong?

"Huh?" You asked furrowing your brows. "You said 'Damn' like something was wrong." Stu really couldn't help but laugh. "What's funny shit face?" He asked his giggly friend. "Oh nothing. Leave the dishes I'll clean them up." Billy rolled his eyes. In all his years being friends with him he had never once seen Stu clean a dish. "You don't have to do that I'll do them later after you guys go home."

Home? That thought never crossed either of their minds. They didn't want to go "home." "Listen I love hanging out with you both but I seriously can't have two grown men in my house staying the night that I barley know. What if you robbed the place?" That was your concern. Billy smiled at the innocent worry. "Then you'd get what we stole back monday at school. Don't you have a guest room we could stay in?" You did but it was used as a junk room now. There's no way you could clean it out tonight. They could stay in your dad's room but considering that's were the guns are you'd rather not. "Do you even have something to change into if you were to spend the night?"

Stu jumped from the table going to grab his bag. "I brought mine and Billy's clothes." You put your head in your hands as you groaned. "Fine but you're both sleeping on my bedroom floor." If that's what the rules were then so be it but they knew how easily they could bend them.

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Part 5

A/N: I haven't proofread this yet so I apologize from any misspellings. I'll be going through it again tonight. Hope everyone's enjoying it so far!

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ilyluffy · 1 year

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𝒮𝒪𝒜𝒫 ~ 𝒮𝒰𝒟𝒮

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: lucifer + mammon + asmodeus + beelzebub + simeon

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff/suggestive

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, bathing together, mentions of nudity, suggestive but mostly fluffy and funny, flustered demons/angel, drinking

𝐚/𝐧: this is an 18+ account. DO NOT follow if you are a minor/don’t have an age indicator on your account. you are free to like sfw posts.

{chainsaw man edition}

{tokyo revengers edition}

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: wine drinking, suggestive

lucifer is very busy and most of the time he feels stress over any other emotion. so when you ask him to take a bath with you he believes that’s exactly what he needs to relax. lucifer tries to make a little occasion out of it by bringing some of his wine with him for both of you to drink in the tub. he’ll let you add bubble bath to the water and surprisingly really likes the feeling of it by the time he slips inside. lucifer is fairly well behaved for the most part as you enjoy the intimate time to together, chatting and sipping on wine but don’t be deceived. lucifer’s definitely considering what he wants to do with you after you get out of the bath.

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluster!mammon, mentions of nudity

mammon nearly dies of embarrassment when you ask him to take a bath with you. both of you together? naked?? in close proximity??? the idea alone is enough to make his brain malfunction. at the same time mammon isn’t one to turn down an opportunity to spend time with you so agrees. don’t be surprised if he’s blushing like crazy when you both slip into the water together. luckily most of your body is hidden by the bubble bath you added, otherwise mammon isn’t sure he’d be able to handle it. he tries to play it cool but any time you so much as shift closer to him his heart is hammering in his chest. the poor demon. by the time you ask mammon if he wants you to wash him he’s gone into cardiac arrest.

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: suggestive, self care

taking baths with asmodeus are always the best. he really goes all out to make it as relaxing and cleansing as possible. he puts either one of his best bath bombs or bath salts into the water and sets candles up all around his gigantic bathroom. there’s even flower petals floating on top of the water by the time you slip into the tub. asmo values self care above a lot of things and emphasizes that by showing you things you can do to help your pores, make you skin softer, and so on as you bathe with each other. although don’t be surprised if asmo takes a break from self care in order to get a little handsy with you. could you expect anything less from the avatar of lust?

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, humour

beel liked the idea of taking a bath with you when you suggested it. however, when the time actually came to do so he realized how bad of an idea it was. there’s no way he can fit in the tub with you. it’s not that his bath is too small it’s that beel is way too big. at the same time you seemed so excited about this so he goes along with it anyway. this sweetheart will sit in the most uncomfortable position possible just so you can be comfortable. despite how awkward the arrangement is, beel finds solace in just being close to you and sharing in intimate moment. besides, you’d give him a massage later to relieve any cramps he got for any back pain it might develop from this.

𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: flustered!simeon, mentions of nudity

simeon isn’t TOO flustered by the prospect of taking a bath with you but there’s no denying that there’s a faint blush on his cheeks as you two get into the small enclosed space together. however he seems calm down as time passes and the warm water soothes his skin. simeon likes how it feels when you rest your back against his chest. it makes him feel good that you’re able to be so relaxed around him. always wanting to be of service to you, simeon even gives you a little massage as you rest in the tub. he’s really good at them too, taking care of the aching muscles in your shoulders and neck. by the time you get out you feel like heaven. pun intended of course.

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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Resident Evil has released the remake of RE: 4 and Jesus the fact that Leon can now parry a FUCKING CHAINSAW WITH A KNIFE-

I don't know much about Leon Kennedy except that as a yandere, he would murder anyone and everyone that isn't you without so much as a second thought. Villains? Dead. Chris? Dead. His sneaky links? Dead. The kid at the park who called you "pretty"? Dead-

This is just purely based on his visuals and a few clips I've seen of him, but I know for a fact that the moment he falls for you, he's kidnapped you. There is no chance of dating or courting you the "traditional"/normal way. He deems you far too stupid and naive to know what's good for you (him. He's good for you) and he won't risk it or allow you to waste his time (he just doesn't want u to hurt his feelings) by turning him down.

Now if he was a platonic yandere, you being someone he saw fending for themselves all alone in this, just narrowly missing death every time, again its- IMMEADIATE ADOPTION!! He's albeit a bit softer as a platonic yandere, but he's still a yandere. He's poking his nose in everywhere, but he's good at covering his tracks so you'll never know. And even if you did find out, he doesn't bother making excuses for himself. No no, he straight up owns it, almost a little proud too you'd sense, because he just tells you the truth-

"I'm just worried about you."

Now, he isn't great at manipulation but he does do everything because he actually cares about you. And for his own mental peace as well. Lord knows the number of times he's spent tossing and turning in his bed after he caught you writing in a "secret" journal that you continue in different places every night, but Leon finds it every time.

If you do end up getting hurt, be it by a monster or by your own accord (like getting a paper cut), Leon is... like a mother hen, one could say. He's checking you all over injuries, physical ones at first before moving on to the supposedly "mental" ones. Of course, you have to be traumatised, there's just no way you're not. Others would argue that he's not great with physical affection, but if it were upto him, you'd be attached to his person at all times. Like he looks like he's being awkward with the head pats and the side hugs, but in his mind, he's giving you full ass cuddles.

He's delusional, that's for sure, but he means well. What's the saying-

Pure of heart, dumb of ass.

#yandere leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #yandere resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil

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juregim · 1 year

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Chainsaw Man by Tatsuki Fujimoto

The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho // Vulnerability - a.j. // Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem - Bob Hicok // Prasoon Joshi // Allegories of Fate - Safet Zec // Acknowledgements - Danez Smith // John Keats // House of Tolerance (dir. Bertrand Bonello) // A Myth of Devotion from Averno - Louise Glück // To Love and Die - Jhené Aiko // A Softer World - Joey Comeau //

#so you know how i’m insane #yeah. literally going crazy over them on nye #csm #chainsaw man #chainsaw man spoilers #csm spoilers #spoilers #akiangel #aki hayawaka #angel devil #aki x angel #web weaving #Aki is doomed by the narrative. he is dead before the story starts and he KNOWS it. but Angel. angel is there and in trying to escape #in trying to get Aki to escape too. trying hopelessly. he walks into his own demise. it’s crazy.#mine*

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felixstudios · 14 days

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Headcannons for the playground Managers on a rainy day?

Random Corporate Clash Headcanons, Playground Managers on a Rainy Day Edition

Prethinker

🧠He doesn't even know it's raining

🧠Stays in the basement playing video games all day and scrolling Reddit

🧠Bro hasn't gone outside in years probably

Derrick Man

🛢️Scoffs about the weather and clearly hates it

🛢️In a sour mood the whole day

🛢️Spends as much time indoors as possible and wears a very good raincoat and/or uses an umbrella outisde

Rainmaker

⛈️She started the rain {probably}

⛈️Will feel bad about it at first, but after a while she gives up with controlling it and just jumps in the puddles

⛈️Spends most of the day outside

⛈️Clearly likes the rain

Land Acquisition Architect

🚦He likes the rain in the sense that plants are watered {saves water bill on the land he needs to look all nice} and ground becomes soft and easy to break

🚦Takes advantage of the cooler weather to get TONS of work done outside, too

🚦Overall has a super productive day. He doesn't care much for how rain actually feels, but he LOOOOOOVES what it means for his wallet

Witch Hunter

🔱He's PISSED. OFF.

🔱He'll find somewhere indoors or try to find some way to shelter himself from the rain so he can keep using his fire powers

🔱A lot of his stuff probably gets ruined with water damage

Public Relations Representative

🧱Rain? Oh, I re-re-remember rain- I- rain!

🧱Toon-Toons, would you be-be-be kind- would- outside to-to- en-en-enough to let m-me outside to see-see it?

🧱N-no? But it's been-been-been-been-

🧱ERROR

Multislacker

🥪Feels extra lazy

🥪Will probably fall asleep a LOT during the day since the sound of rain is very comforting to him

🥪Makes someone carry an umbrella for him wherever he goes because he's too lazy to hold it himself

Major Player

🎹His performance of the day will probably be a little quieter and softer. I mean, not by much since that's not exactly his style, but he'll try!

🎹Lots of rain protection if he goes outside because he doesn't wanna rust. Gotta stay looking young!

🎹Tries his best to stay indoors all day. He REALLY doesn't wanna rust his 'pretty face' or whatever

Plutocrat

🌑Rain? Nah, that doesn't happen here. It's hail.

🌑He loves the weather. Absolutely thrives in it. Productivity at Mozzarella Styx Pizzeria increases by 10% that day

🌑 Satellite Investors are prone to wandering around on the streets, ESPECIALLY if the weather gets harsher. They also thrive in the weather

Chainsaw Consultant

🪚Finds the sounds of rain relaxing

🪚Productivity increases by 23% today. The Chairman is now looking into creating a rain simulation of some kind around his office

🪚Is especially quiet because he's listening to the rain

Pacesetter

👟He CLAIMS not to care about "a little rain," but it's pretty obvious he hates it

👟SUPPOSEDLY doesn't care about it messing up his hair since he "still looks good no matter what," but when he gets to work he spends an hour fixing it in a mirror

👟ALLEGEDLY he won't care about the equipment he left outside getting a little gross looking since it's waterproof and still works, but the same afternoon he has brand new equipment...

#ttcc #toontown #corporate clash #toontown corporate clash #ttcc headcanons #prethinker #derrick man #land acquisition architect #rainmaker #witch hunter #public relations representative #major player #multislacker #plutocrat #chainsaw consultant #pacesetter

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sinsofbeauty · 5 months

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Lovie, could we possibly get a bit of fluff in a Johnny x chubby!reader? Like she can’t find anything to wear bc she doesn’t feel like anything she puts on is flattering and she looks bad in it and is feeling really upset?Asking for a friend ofc 😅

Dinner

Fandom: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Game

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter x Chubby Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Established relationship, Pet names (Bunny, Baby, Honey), Softer Johnny

Requested?: Yeaahhhh

Overview: You can’t seem to find a single thing to wear, and it’s bringing your mood down lower and lower. Though when your boyfriend comes in the room, he tries to comfort you the best he can.

A/n: Literally love this idea!! I gotchu bb ;3

“Y/nnnn,”

Heavy footsteps had entered the quiet room, belt buckling under it designated flaps as brown eyes gazed upon your backside. Through the dusty window, the morning sun shone, casting a drab ray of light on your figure. Johnny, who had just stepped in finishing up with his belt buckle, peering you down as you observed yourself in the mirror. You appear upset, frowning when you see yourself and attempting to modify the dress you wore to fit your physique. After glancing at the stacked garments on the bed in the corner, Johnny's gaze shifted to the open closet, which appeared to be nearly empty.

“We goin’ thru clothes today bunny?” When he noticed your face, he raised his eyebrows and questioned.

Glancing across at the bed, you suddenly became dissatisfied. In a short period of time, so many different outfits were worn, yet none of them seemed to attract your interest. “I wish,” You stare back in the mirror and say, huffing a little. “I’m just… trying to figure out what I want to wear.”

“What’s wrong with that dress?” Johnny asked, gesturing to the one you were wearing.

What was the issue with it? The colors? The patterns? Perhaps the horrible way it molded itself around your body? Nothing you've worn in the past twenty minutes has made you feel good about yourself; everything just looked awful. From pretty blouses paired with skirts to dresses that are long and short? Simply put, you weren't feeling it today. You felt so insecure about it that it upset you. Even though it wasn't his fault, the mere question from Johnny disturbed you. You felt yourself involuntarily tugging at your stomach in an attempt to cover it up.

“Just look at it…”

Johnny had indeed taken one good look at you. His attention swept over your entire body, taking in every exquisite curve that your clothing effortlessly embraced. The thin material snatched your breasts and the remainder of your waist as it flowed down around your hips. He didn't find anything wrong with the apparel or the way you looked wearing it. The man gave you a small shake of his head before raising his gaze once more to meet yours.

“You don’ like it?” He asked, taking a couple steps towards you. His head loomed side to side as your facial expression grew more and more confused. “I think it’s beautiful on ya’ baby.”

Johnny had taken your hand and lifted your arm above your head, spinning you around to face him. His eyes observed you closely in it’s half lidded state before turning you back around. Facing the mirror you were looking at before all you could make was a disgusted face. Though that soon faded when the man pressed his body up against you from behind. Your eyes became a little wider as he began fiddling with the straps and smoothing out the creases that were sticking out of your dress.

“This ones a lil’ tight,” Johnny murmured softly, his voice like a low rumble bouncing off walls.

“Is it?” You say, your chest suddenly shifting with disappointment. “I… don’t like the way I look in it.”

“Why not?” His voice hinted with curiosity.

“It’s just… I’ve tried so many things. They don’t look appealing, most… not as flattering as I’d hoped.”

Johnny’s movements stopped, which made you look up at the mirror. “I think it’s more than flattering.” A smile appears on his face when his large hands take your hips. “Y’know what I think?”

“Hm?”

“I think I could take ya’ out in this one. How ‘bout dinner?”

“Johnny, this dress isn’t good enough for dinner.”

His smile widened as all he could do was chuckle. “Really sugar? Cause I could jus’ eat chu’ up~.” When Johnny began to attack you with kisses, you squealed and laughed as he buried his face in your neck. Your body was enveloped by his arms, leaving you exposed to his comforting warmth. His teeth scraped and nibbled at your throat as you reached for his hair and yanked him away. “Ah- careful! You’ll start pullin’ on other strings-“

“Johnny Slaughter-“

“Y/n L/n,” His eyes squinted at you, making your cheeks fluster. “I think that dress is lovely on ya’. Anythin’ ya’ wear, you’re a beautiful woman.” His head leaned down and kissed your temple. “My beautiful woman.”

He just knew how to make your heart flutter. Given that Johnny wasn't always good at consoling people, you treasured these moments. Something like this, where he truly sought to convey his feelings, even though he wasn't always the one to do so? It sets butterflies in your stomach. You couldn't help but smile when you saw Johnny as considerate and positive as opposed to cold and uncaring.

“There’s the smile I like to see,” He said with a chuckle, planting a firm kiss on your cheek. “Can I get a kiss?”

“Hmm, no.”

“Give me a damn kiss woman.”

You giggle moving your head, your lips colliding with your lovers as you both hum in sync. All he could do was nuzzle his head with yours when he pulled back. “You’re awfully… cuddly today.”

Withdrawing from you, he grabs your hand and spins you around to face him. “Don’ like it?”

“No- No I like it!” You say placing your hands on his chest and patting him softly. “It’s just a little… different?”

“Is it? Ya’ like it when I’m more stern and rough wit’ ya’?”

“It’s what I’m used to honey,” Johnny gave you a mischievous look and a huff when you lightly tapped his face with your palm. After that you made your way over to bed, piled with clothes that you’d taken from your closet.

“I’m serious though,” He says, the heavy footsteps of his boots trailing from behind you. The man’s hand had taken yours, lowering it as it held one of the dresses you put on before. You look up at him, confused with your eyebrows well raised. He takes the dress from your hand and looks at it, before placing it back down on the bed. “I wanna take ya’ out.”

“If you think taking me out will make me feel better-”

“How ‘bout our spot?” He said, making you pause your words. “Anythin’ ya’ want. I’ll even throw in some drinks if that’s whatcha like.”

You gave Johnny a major side eye before sighing, closing your eyes and running your hand through your hair. “So persuasive,” You state, making him chuckle. “Fine, but we’re coming straight home afterwards.”

#johnny sawyer #johnny sawyer x reader #johnny slaughter #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny tcm #texas chainsaw game #x reader #fluff #tcm x reader

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mxboxlocks · 7 months

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Mercs. Tired. Headcanaonss??

Scout:

- "Augh I'm fuckin exhausted"

- hits the pillow and passes out instantly

- has weird fever dreams and childhood memories

- sleep talks. constantly. never shuts up. "No, spy, you got the wrong enchilada. I'm a parakeet." /ref

Pyro:

- cute little yawns

- doesn't actually sleep. will stare at you.

- draws their dreams. usually they're violent. they like it that way

- sleeps in their suit

- dead silent. so dead silent you think they're actually dead.

Soldier:

- "I'M NOT TIRED. I'M FINE. I CAN HANDLE MYSELF."

- he cannot handle himself.

- occasionally falls asleep standing up, on patrol, in the mess hall at the table, etc

- has frequent sweat-inducing nightmares

- mumbles in his sleep, fights in his sleep, all that good noise.

- usually wakes up gasping. probably sleep apnea

- often pulls all-nighters due to paranoia

Demo:

- can literally pass out anywhere on command

- snores. so loud.

- rolls out of bed like a sack of potatoes. it's routine.

- doesn't really have dreams and when he does he doesn't think they're worth talking about. has nightmares more often around october.

Heavy:

- "Heavy is tired. Goodnight." the instant he realizes. no matter what he's doing. he stops instantly

- it takes him literal hours to go to sleep

- mostly nightmares. unless he's sleeping with a lover

- tucks sasha in extra good. also tucks his partner in extra good. sleeps without blankets

Engie:

- "Who needs sleep? Ah got coffee."

- put his ass to bed please.

- stays up ungodly late. also pulls all nighters

- will absolutely get sleep drunk though.

- or worse, sleep manic.

- he'll spend all night building something just to wake up from his desk and not remember any of it

Sniper:

- also snores like a chainsaw

- sleeps in any position. any.

- can sleep through just about any noise

- bumps into things a lot when tired

- rubs his face a lot too

- kicks in his sleep. his poor partner

Medic:

- surprisingly has a tight sleep schedule

- a fucking morning person.

- occasionally stays up late and gets absolutely sleep hammered. you'll think he's high as fuck

- he also tends to have mania episodes when tired. his lover will probably have to coax him into bed.

- he gets more egotistical when he's tired. staring in the mirror, talking to himself more, etc

Spy:

- tries to hide it but he moves slower when he's tired. and his voice gets softer

- he wants nothing more than to be held and cuddled and embraced but he will tell you to go fuck yourself

- leans against someone he trusts

- visible dark circles

- has to be led to bed because he can never tell when he's actually tired. usually stays up late paranoid

- occasionally he'll have a nightmare about jeremy getting hurt or someone he cares about held for ransome or the administratior "terminating" him. things of that nature

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress two #tf2 mercs #tf2 headcanons

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asofterchainsaw · 2 years

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and the music is amazing. (x)

#chainsaw man #hayakawa aki #denji #power #blood fiend #a softer chainsaw

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beth--b · 8 months

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The only place you’re going is to the pharmacy

Cold and flu season had hit the town of Hawkins hard this Winter.

Steve felt like all he had done for the past three weeks was babysit sick kids. Robin included, although he'd never have referred to her as a kid in front of her. He liked his head on his shoulders thank you very much.

Dustin had been hit first, his Mom being a nurse meant he had been exposed to the horrid flu making the rounds through her patients at work.

Dustin had of course passed it onto the rest of the party.

First Lucas, quickly followed by Will and El, then Max and finally Mike.

Then both Joyce and Hopper had fallen ill and Steve had spent as much time as possible helping the kids out while the adults rested.

He'd run to the store or the pharmacy as needed, cleaned up, cooked soup and made tea.

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Mike of course passed it onto Nancy, and Jonathan had gotten sick from either Will or Nancy. It was hard to tell really with so many of their group sick, they could probably both have been given some of the blame.

Robin had gone down hard after Nancy, and finally she had passed it onto Eddie.

Between Robin and Eddie, Steve was exhausted.

Since Vecna's defeat, and high school graduation, the trio had been living together at Steve's house. His parents had sent him the deeds to the house and then cut all ties. It was like they had decided that they had done their duty as parents in giving him a house and now they were done. Truthfully he was quite content in the knowledge that they wouldn’t be back in Hawkins judging his every move.

With Robin sick she had been coughing and sneezing all night long for days. Steve felt for her, he truly did, but he was already on week two of running himself ragged trying to take care of the rest of their mismatched little family. Despite that he made sure to buy her cold medicine and kept the fridge stocked with orange juice for vitamin C, and he'd made a batch of chicken soup. He had sat with her to watch movies on the couch when she'd felt up to it and made sure she drank plenty of water to stay hydrated.

When Eddie had fallen ill as well, Steve might have gone out to the beemer and taken a moment to himself so he didn't burst into exhausted tears.

Momentary breakdown done, he came back inside and became the doting boyfriend that Eddie deserved.

By now Steve had the routine down pat, he had tea, tissues, soup and cough medicine ready for Eddie whenever he needed. Eddie had offered to sleep somewhere else so Steve could get some rest and try to avoid the flu as well but Steve had brushed his concerns off.

"Honestly Eddie, if three weeks of taking care of all you sick people hasn't taken me down then I'm sure I'll be fine," Steve had told him.

"But Steve, none of those other sick people were sleeping in your bed," Eddie explained, sniffling and wiping his red nose with a tissue.

Steve made a mental note to try and get some softer tissues for Eddie in the morning.

"It's fine. Unless you really want to sleep in the guest room, it’s next to Robin’s room and she is snoring like a chainsaw with her blocked nose," Steve quirked an eyebrow and Eddie threw his hands up in defeat.

"Fine! I'll stay. But if you get sick I will be saying 'I told you so' mark my words!" The effect was ruined by Eddie breaking into a coughing fit.

"Yeah, yeah. Now get to bed Eddie."

The pair got ready for bed, Eddie out like a light in minutes and Steve not far behind.

Steve woke several hours later to the sound of coughing.

He rubbed Eddie’s back as he shook with the force of his coughs. Steve slipped from the bed, bleary eyed and half asleep, and made his way to the bathroom for some more cough medicine. Pouring the correct dose into the little measuring cup he took it back to Eddie and helped him sit upright enough to take the medicine. He made a mental note to buy more along with the tissues the next day.

It was another hour before Eddie got into a proper deep sleep again and even longer for Steve who had stayed up, rubbing Eddie’s back and getting him water when he needed his glass refilled.

It felt all too soon when morning came, Steve cracked his eyes open and immediately closed them with a wince. His head was killing him and his eyes were burning. Despite that he dragged himself out of bed, pressing a hand to a sleeping Eddie’s forehead to check for fever, it was blessedly cool, and then made his way to the bathroom.

Bladder taken care of, Steve went downstairs ready to make tea for the two sick occupants of the house. He got a tray and made tea for Robin and Eddie as well as getting them both some orange juice and toast.

Breakfast sorted, he slowly climbed the stairs to take the food to Robin and Eddie.

He pushed Robin's door open with his foot, she slept with the door ajar so it was easy enough. Robin was seemingly just waking up and she smiled sleepily at Steve as he entered.

"Morning dingus. Ohh breakfast for little old me? Gimme!" Robin sat up and made grabby hands towards the food.

"You're obviously doing better then," Steve said, handing Robin a plate and a glass. The tea set aside on the bedside table.

"So much better. Fucking finally."

"Fingers crossed Eddie's turned the corner as well then," still holding the tray Steve turned and left the room leaving Robin to eat.

Steve had almost made it back to his and Eddie's room when he felt a sneeze building in his sinuses. He hurried to the door and practically threw the tray on the floor as he let out a quite frankly, ridiculously loud sneeze.

"Bless you Stevie," came Eddie's voice, muffled by the blanket that was over his head.

Steve rubbed at his nose before picking the tray up again and depositing it on the bed.

With the bed shifting as Steve set the tray down, Eddie finally moved the blanket off his face and sat up.

"You finally getting sick?" Eddie asked, sniffing and rubbing his eyes.

"You sound like you want me to get sick," Steve said, crossing his arms and looking down at Eddie.

"Not want, it's more like I'm just waiting for the inevitable to happen at this point."

"Gee thanks, that's so much better," Steve huffed before dropping down to sit beside Eddie on the bed.

"Seriously though Stevie, you've been taking care of everyone. Make sure you take care of yourself too."

"Alright, alright. I'm sure I'm fine though. Now drink up and get some more rest," Steve stood backup and dropped a kiss to Eddie's forehead before leaving the room.

Logically he knew he should listen to Eddie and take it easy. The thought of a nap was almost too tempting despite the fact it was still relatively early. Logic was set aside though as the pile of dishes in the sink and neglected laundry that was starting to overflow and fallout of the hamper were waiting so he put a load of laundry on and then began to fill the sink.

A little over an hour later Steve was regretting his choice to do housework.

He was stuffy, his head was killing him and his throat was beginning to feel a little like he had been swallowing glass.

Robin, who was finally feeling better came downstairs as he finished washing up and took one look at him before she sighed in frustration.

"Steve you look like I've felt the last few days. What are you even doing up if you're sick?"

"House stuff, we needed clean clothes, clean dishes. I should run to the store, Eddie needs cough syrup, we need to get some groceries," Steve paused and began to cough, once the coughing fit ended he followed it up with three rather explosive sneezes.

"Ah ah, no groceries for you. Only place you are going to is the pharmacy. Better yet, go to bed and I'll get Nancy to drive me to the pharmacy. You just run along and snuggle with Eddie!"

Steve wanted to protest, really he did. But before he could even get a word out Robin had grabbed his hand and started tugging him out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.

"Go!" Robin said with one last push to his back to get him moving up the staircase.

Too tired to argue, Steve just kept walking up the stairs and to his bedroom.

When he opened the bedroom door Eddie was laying in bed reading, he glanced up at Steve and frowned when he took in Steve's too pale complexion, red nose and flushed cheeks.

"Shit baby, you really are sick. I hope you are planning on coming to bed and getting some rest?"

Instead of answering, Steve just collapsed onto the bed beside Eddie.

"I'll take that as a yes then."

With a low groan Steve shuffled across the bed so he could bury his head against Eddie's side. The musician's long fingers quickly went to work massaging Steve's head and the back of his neck until Steve had practically melted into Eddie's side.

"Get some rest sweetheart. You've taken care of everyone, now we'll take care of you."

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #sickfic #stranger things fic #steddie fic #sicktember #sicktember prompt 10 #sicktember 2023 #steve x eddie #my fics #fanfiction

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inveriiy · 8 months

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A sawfter world

Chainsaw man + a softer world edits

#Edit #Edits #A softer world #a softer world remix #Chainsaw man #Csm #Csm part 1 #Csm part 2 #chainsaw man spoilers #A-softer-world

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quillaffinity · 10 months

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“be not afraid [but don’t come any closer]” - AkiAngel Web Weave (CSM Spoilers)

i thought i’d die by bullet or blade, fang or claw, fire or flood. but

you are kinder, softer, and mine alone - touch me, i am ready to receive you

===

Chainsaw Man is written and drawn by Fujimoto Tatsuki

chainsaw man / frances molina, “o’ death” / chainsaw man / agustín gómez arcos, “the carnivorous lamb” / yves olade, “cut” / chainsaw man / sarah kane / chainsaw man / marie howe / ainslie hogarth, “motherthing” / trista mateer / chainsaw man / leslie feinburg / françois mauriac, (tran. gerard hopkins), “the loved and the unloved” / chainsaw man / chainsaw man / rebecca lindenberg, “love, an index” / ??? / natalie young, “notes on earth life” / chainsaw man / jean-paul sarte, “no exit” / federico garcía lorca, “blood wedding and yerma” / jane austen, “pride and prejudice” / chainsaw man / chainsaw man / banana yoshimoto, “the lake” / madeline miller, “the song of achilles” / chainsaw man / ???

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inkyquince · 1 year

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Being friends with scummy Remy and scummy Wren would have been perfect opposites, especially when the town's true face was slowly revealed. Main thought right now (and definitely not because I'm busy with Shared By Three AU and lost in nasty) is how terrible this duo would have been for any reader, but specifically a male reader.

content warning. Pretty dubcon in general. Virgin male reader who no experience and Wremussy with a lot of experience. Forced bisexuality, verbal feminization, coercion. Cum play, slight scent kink, threesome. Nefarious intentions in general. Kissing practice, nipple play, lots of blowjobs, rimming and fingering. Flagrant Wremussy, cock hungry Remy and Smarmy Wren. previous generation.

Girl crazy (think Denji from Chainsaw Man) reader and that doesn't sit well with Remy or his little sidekick. Girls excite you but also make you nervous, so you never got past maybe holding a hand. You're more or less Remy and Wren's pet, and everyone sees it but you. You're blind to the power dynamics that took a hold of your trio, that Wren might be lower that Remy, but a loyal hand is better than being a glorified puppy. Little do you know that they would happily drag you around on a leash if they could.

Sure, they've experimented with each other, but you're what's missing. Their boy, who they managed to catch glimpses of in the changing rooms, when coming in from the rain and borrowing clothes from them at the estate.

First step is taken by Wren.

The two of you are drinking, bottles stolen from the main house, Remy's trapped in some insufferable upper class soiree and the blond has you to himself. The subject is steered onto kissing. You are so cute, dizzy and clinging to the bottle neck as you pout down at the liquid sloshing inside, matching your runny brain as you got drunker.

"'m gonna get made fun of." You complain, running the rim against your bottom lip, blind to Wren's heated gaze. "When it happens it gonna be so bad, I just know it."

"Practice with a friend, idiot." Wren grinned, bright and without malice. "It's how I got so good."

You blink at him, half betrayed that he already got his first kiss in, half interested.

"Don't have any girls to practice with." You gave a pathetic hiccup that went straight to Wren's cock, wondering if you'd make the same noise when cum drunk and needing another hot load in your ass.

"Who cares. I practiced with Remy." He shrugs, as if it was no big deal. As if it didn't go from stiff lips, to spitting in each other's mouths and wrestling trousers off of each other. It was almost instinct, Remy on his stomach, hips raised and Wren hungrily fingering his virgin hole.

You stare a bit, eyebrows raised before coughing softly.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"And it... Changed nothing between you two?"

It changed many things pup, Wren thought. But you don't need to know that, not until you're humping my thigh like he was when I finally got to suck on that pretty pink tongue.

"Fuck no." He lied.

There was a beat of silence and Wren took another swig of his drink, as if excitement wasn't knotting in his gut. Even if you said no, he could jerk off to the fantasy later.

"Okay." You finally breathed out and Wren immediately leaned down and yanked your chair leg closer, so your knees were touching.

You spilled your drink, the dark liquid soaking your thigh but your friend barely gave the garment a second glance, leaning into your space instead. One slender hand cupped your jaw, thumb dragging over your Adam's Apple. The way his soft brown eyes were trained on your bottom lip made you feel more dizzy than the beer had.

"Open your mouth a bit." Wren murmured, setting his bottle down and not caring enough when it tipped over.

You parted your lips and your friend sighed lowly before dragging his eyes over your face again. He leaned in.

His lips were softer than you expected. Everything that you had been told about kissing girls, meant that you thought of soft lips and curious tongues. It did mean that you somewhat believed that kissing guys would be... Hard mouths and distance.

Wren kisses like a girl, you thought hazily as his gentle lips slowly move against yours, leading the kiss expertly. It was... Nice. So nice. He would tilt your head for you to get a good angle, his hand warm against your skin, as his tongue slowly trailed over your bottom lip. You didn't realize you let out a low sigh as the closed kiss turned open mouthed, his tongue gently pressing against yours. A fuzzy thought trailed over your brain, sluggish and oozing, that you should be the one practicing to take charge, but there was something about Wren being the one to press into you, hungry and tasting with his hand on your thigh... That made everything else fade away. Even as thumbs dug into your hipbones, tugging you off your chair on onto his thigh, pressing you closer, you couldn't break properly from the spell he had put you under.

Even his chuckles that vibrated in his broad chest didn't wake you, his hungry hands dragging over the back of your thighs. It wasn't until you felt his own excitement, something thick and hot and digging into your skin, could you break out out of it. You slowly tried to pull away, the alarm bells in your head not even properly ringing, his hands making you grind your own dick against his thigh promising pleasure if you just stayed in this bubble with him.

The door flung open and Remy walked in, sighing something about stupid dress codes before freezing, eyes fixed to Wren's wandering hand, gripping your ass and his tongue pressed into your mouth. Seeing you friend made the illusion shatter and you quickly pulled away, stumbling upright and stammering something about needing to get home. Neither boy looked away from your cock pressing against the front of your trousers and you fled the cottage.

"... He any good at kissing?" Remy finally asked, his own gaze turned dark and hungry.

"I can train him good. Want a taste?" Wren snickered and let his tongue slip past his lips and Remy shrugged, taking your place on his lap.

Just the thought of your saliva lingering on his secret boyfriend's tongue had him harder than he could believe and unlike you, he encouraged Wren's hungry hands seeking out his bare skin.

You had stayed away in hopes the event would quickly be forgotten.

But as per, you couldn't stay away too long. Puppies trot back to their masters eagerly enough.

This time you hung out with Remy in his room and the conversation turned to sensitivity... Of nipples.

"No way." You said flatly.

"Yes, they are." Remy sighed, rolling his eyes. "Just as sensitive as girl nipples, I promise."

"... I don't think mine are."

"What played with your own tits too much?"

"Shut up." You threw a pillow at him and he caught it easily, snorting. "I just... I don't really touch them. I didn't think guy nipples would be as sensitive."

"Guys are just as tender as girls. In every way, really."

You lay back in Remy's stupidly big bed, mulling over the information. His eyes flicked to the loose shirt you were wearing, arm holes cut pretty large, large enough to tease a sneak peek of the entire reason he started this conversation. He smiled to himself, his plan going perfectly already.

"Next thing that comes out of your mouth is going to be that you're also not as ticklish as a girl."

You perked up, almost indignant. Gotcha.

"I'm not!"

... Yeah, you should have thought this through. Trapped underneath Remy who wanted to prove his point, knees hooked over your shoulders so you couldn't squirm away, weakly trashing as tears rolled down your cheeks. Your stomach hurt, with your friend's quick fingers tickling your sides, chuckling softly himself.

"Sensitive, aren't you?" He mused and you wheezed out a faint fuck off.

Slowly drawing his patterns over your skin led his fingertips to drag over your chest, pausing by your nipples. With a hum, he tugged up your shirt, despite your weak objections that you got it, you were sensitive, until the fabric rested on your collar bone. Still trapped, you take a breath in the sudden break, but froze up when he brushed the pads of his thumb over your nipples.

You wriggled in objection but Remy tightened his legs around you.

"I'm making my point." He murmured, slowly teasing the tender skin. "... You've got such pretty tits. Almost like a girl's.

"S-Shut up!" You stammered out, despite the fact you... You wouldn't know exactly what he meant by that.

"I'm not lying. I know guys who'd suck on these instead. So perky." Remy's voice was low, as he teased your nipples into stiff peaks. "You sure you wanna fumble with some girl's bra? You should just grope your own. Really wasting such a pretty pair of tits by not showing them off."

You felt your cock stir as he whispered to you, not letting up on his cruel ministrations. It was as if he was milking one of his cows, the way he cupped and squeezed your nipples. Remy even leaned forward, hot breath rushing over your skin. You froze up but stopped squirming as his lips were barely inches from touching you. He exhaled again and promptly spat on one of them, rubbing his saliva into you.

"You thought I was gonna suck on them, didn't you?"

"Shut... It." Your voice came out in a whimper, instead of a demand.

"Tell you what. I can get you a date with that girl from your English class you like mooning over..."

You, foolish puppy, perked up at the mention.

"But only," Remy continued, his cock growing hard against your back. "You come with me to the park after it gets dark."

Your stomach sunk like a stone.

"... For what?" You nearly cut yourself off with a sigh as he gave a particularly hard pinch.

"I want to watch you let those gross older guys fondle your nips, of course. Twenty of those guys, and you get your date. Or let ten guys use your tits to get off and you'll be knee deep in pussy, I promise."

"... Get off?"

"Guys can give tit jobs, idiot." Remy sighed, slowly grinding his aching erection against you and you stiffened up. "Let them rut their dicks against your chest, run their cockheads over your nips, cum all over you, and you get your fucking date."

You didn't agree and the girl in your English class barely gave you a glance. Doesn't mean that Wren and Remy's actions didn't escalate real fast.

Wren finally got his fist around your cock, when teasing you that bros get off together all the time. You were bullied into it, his grip on your wrist not ceasing as he pressed it to his own erection, but his... His own slow massage of your crotch was so tantalizing that you whispered out a shaky okay to his whispers. Wren picked the porn and let your laptop play it at full volume despite your increased embarrassment. You couldn't look at him, just stared at the screen as you both massaged each other's cocks, sitting side by side on the couch as the scene progressed.

He chose a surprise threesome fuck. The porn star's husband would come home, and make her affair partner eat her out as he fucked his perky ass, before getting him so cock drunk that he started moaning like a whore for cock, more cock, please, please. Somehow you tensed up more when it happened.

"Want me to finger you like that, pretty boy?" Wren murmured against your ear, his own cock leaking heavily in your hand. "Looks good, doesn't it?"

Your first hand job went to your friend, his grip tight around your erection and his other hand down your trousers, past your balls, circling his middle finger around your virgin rim. Never got to push them in, too distracted by licking up the cum on his palm. You tasted semen for the first time as he tucked your own fingers into your mouth.

Blowjob nearly went to Remy's farmhands, who led you to the barn, teasing glint in her eye. Until the man in question flagged you down, shoved you against the wall, and sunk to his knees as she retreated, worried about being fired. You weakly tried to push him off, but... Even as his tongue just licked up your balls, along your shaft before popping the head in his hungry mouth, it felt too good to deny. It felt as if his lips were fucking you, more than you were fucking him. Gloved hands pressing against your hips, forcing himself deeper on your dick, throat bobbing hungrily with every swallow. You were lost in the reverie, right up until you felt a tight grip on your balls, making you squeak and your eyes shoot open.

Remy glared up at you, tongue still dragging helplessly against your shaft. As if he physically couldn't stop himself.

"Let anyone taste your cock and I'll ruin you." He hissed out, grip on your balls tightening momentarily.

"Remy!" You struggled not to squeak.

"Say it." The farmer refused to let up. "Say it. I'll fuck you up, and I don't just mean your life. I'll ruin your body, make you regret even thinking you belonged anywhere else than under my fucking boot."

"N-No one will t-taste my cock! Please!" You whispered, somewhat delirious and not knowing if it was from his tight grip or from the lack of attention to your cock, having been so warm and snug in Remy's throat a few seconds before.

He conceded and half your cum escaped down his throat, with the other half being purposely being smeared across his face. Remy did suck on your balls as a strange apology and your next load was licked by the same tongue, off your tummy.

You know that you weren't going to loose your virginity to a girl. Not when Wren and Remy refused to back down. Your first blowjob went to the up and coming smuggler. Rim jobs was something you didn't think about often, but your first time experiencing one went to the farmer, who was preparing you for his partner, on the bed he first pinned you down to play with your nipples.

Cum coated your tongue but you weren't allowed to pull off the rapidly hardening cock, not with the fingers cupping the back of your head.

"You've got the mouth of a gloryhole whore." Wren sighed happily.

You could just whine, as Remy's tongue pressed further into you, the hand that wasn't tucking more desperate fingers into his own hole, busy with milking your cock. You knew your virginity will go to him. You already knew he was going to sink down on you and ride you until your balls were empty and aching and sore.

That wasn't what you were worried out.

Because the one virginity you never really wanted to lose, was going to Wren. Wren, your friend you've had since forever, and his throbbing cock, already perked up against your lips.

You sighed, drunk off the thick cum warming your stomach, and fought back a loud whine as Remy's tongue slipped out of your puffy, swollen rim, hungry to taste your cock again.

"Don't worry. You'll be fucked stupid in a bit." He murmured, distracted by dragging his lips over your shaft, tasting you with his tongue.

Lost in the sensation of wet heat against your erection, you didn't even realize you began to press kisses to Wren's own cock, slowly dragging your own tongue against his shaft, tasting the hot, musky skin. You even closed your eyes, savoring it slowly, lazily dragging your lips over him.

As your mouth reached his leaking head, you didn't even need the weight of his hand against your head, you took it into your mouth immediately. Flicking your tongue over the slit, almost mimicking Remy's own actions with your cock. Your legs relaxed and his fingers slid back in easily, aiding by the mixture of lube and saliva that loosened you up. You didn't know when giving head became easier, especially when Wren first huskily whispered that you'd love the taste, that helping him out wasn't really gay. It was rough against the back of your throat but now it was almost... Seamless. As if you were so hungry for it, you refused to give in to your gag reflex.

"Y'know, it stops being straight when you start savoring the taste." Wren snickered above you, running his fingers along your throat as you bobbed on his cock.

You froze up slightly, but the sensations against your cock and swollen hole eased you back to relaxation, though not compliance. You could feel Remy's own tongue slowly drag over your slit, opening your eyes to glance down and see him massaging his cock as he indulged in your own taste. His other hand bobbed underneath him, pressing more fingers into his own hole. Pulling off Wren's cock slowly, the mixture of cum and saliva bridged your bottom lip to the tip of his oozing slit. Flushed, you parted your lips.

"I... I don't..."

"Yeah, yeah baby. You don't like boys. Now focus on my balls, I love how you lick them, puppy"

#inspired by the amount of denji and yoshida ship art ive been getting on me feed #wremussy #wren the smuggler #remy the farmer #quincewrites #dol #degrees of lewdity #nsft #woo #we wrote something lads #woo!!!

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