GUESS WHO'S BACK, BITCHES!!!!

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please oh please give me stu macher content I'll take anything please

I'll love you forever <3333

p.s be my moot >:(

😁🤘

i am in SUCH a stu mood atm he is my life my soul my everything so here's my special boy... also idk what a moot is and at this point im afraid to ask 😭

playing video games (stu macher x reader blurb)

CONTENT: gender neutral reader, stu being stu

‘What’s this? Is this Street Fighter again?’ The tip of Stu’s tongue was resting over his top lip in  a rare display of concentration. ‘Nah, that’s at the arcade. This is some game Randy picked up. He got it off some guy in Sacramento.’ ‘How’d you score it? What’d you trade?’ ‘A night with you.’

You rolled your eyes. ‘Thanks, John Hughes.’ You extended your leg, pulling the CD case back towards you. ‘What did you really do?’ ‘Threatened his friends and family.’ ‘Does that include me? I didn’t think you valued… what even is this, Tekken, over me. This game sucks anyway.’

‘Aw, does it? I think someone’s a sore loser. How about a rematch?’ You let the flimsy plastic controller idly hang from your hands. ‘Absolutely not. This controller’s shit. How about you let me be player one?’ You batted your eyelashes.

‘My house, my rules, babe. I get to be player one.’ ‘You know you’ll lose. Disadvantaging me because you can’t take the heat. Poor sportsmanship.’

‘Here.’ He dangled his controller in front of you. As you reached for it, he pulled his arm back. ‘You can have it on one condition.’ ‘And that is?’ ‘You sit on my lap, and I’ll let you practice with it for a bit.’ ‘Do I get to versus you with it?’ 

You shuffled over, sitting on Stu’s lap. He lightly nibbled your helix before continuing. ‘You get to practice with the good controller, and we’ll see if you can beat me with the other one.’ ‘That’s two conditions. Hey wait, that’s not even what I’m after.’ 

‘If you don’t love Stu, you can get off his lap.’ ‘You know just how to make me feel guilty, don’t you?’ ‘Or you could sit and play. Or,’ his hands rested on your thighs, ‘I could add some more conditions if you get what I'm saying.’

You tilted your head back to look at the man. ‘I think I’ll let the professional decide what’s best for me.’ ‘Aye aye captain.’ His eyes lit up as he pulled you into an intense kiss, both of you choosing to forget about the game.

yes.

you guys know that the reblog function is the main feature of this site right ? its that little recycle looking symbol at the bottom next to the like button, you can add a comment if you want you can write something in the tags that your followers and the op will see. its like the main feature of this site

im not trying to sound rude in saying this but i have had 5 people with completely empty blogs follow me in the last hour or so and like im sure that makes sense on instagram or something but here it just makes you look like a bot account here and people will block you under that assumption. go reblog a post you like. go reblog an image of a snail

Hey I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a Billy Loomis x reader fic where reader is a writer and loves writing and reading many genres but the group’s favorites stories that reader writes are horror stories? Maybe Billy requests a few from her (or them if you wanna make it gender neutral) and maybe even reader puts clues together about Billy being connected to the murders based on his specific details or whatnot but reader still loves him bc this is fanfic lol 😂

oh my gosh I love this idea!!! it's so cute, I had so much fun writing this! may not be exactly what you asked for... my mind wandered, sorry!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! mentions of death, cussing, billy loomis should be his own warning lmao, gets a little smoochy but no smut

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! lowercase intended, unedited, still on mobile, format might be weird. this is technically a modern au! doesn't exactly go with the scream timeline, but it's okay, we'll ignore it, sid and billy were never together in this! double periods are always intended in my work!

billy loomis x writer!fem!reader

you had been friends with tatum and sidney for years, not being very close to them but still talking to them occasionally. they had known about your love for writing and they supported you. when you met billy, he told you it was stupid, that you'd never get big in the writing community.

you knew he didn't like you very much, you didn't care, but it still hurt.

billy was insanely attractive, you could admit that, but what you'd never admit is that you had feelings for the boy.

after months of knowing him, you started to realize it. soon after you realized, you decided he'd never like you back.

well, actually..

billy loved you. he had been watching you for months and he fell in love with you without even meeting you. when he finally did, he knew he couldn't make it obvious.

sidney told him about your little crush on him and told him to make a move.

so he did.

"y/n! open the window!" you heard shouting through your window and turned to look at it, gasping when you saw billy outside. you quickly moved to your window and opened it. "what the hell are you doing here?!" you stared at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to respond, but he only crawled through your window and sat on your bed, next to your open laptop. you noticed he was reading it and quickly moved in front of him, pushing it behind your lap. he frowned and reached for it, only to fail as you grabbed his hands and placed them in his lap. "hey! I was trying to read that." your face turned red at the thought of him reading your work, you couldn't let him read it. he would hate it. he would tell you it's horrible, that you're disgusting.

the piece you were working on was about a girl with a name that was 'coincidentally' very similar to your name. she was being roughly fucked by ghostface, the killer that had been terrorizing your town for the past few days. you couldn't act out your fantasies, so you wrote them out. billy grabbed the laptop and read a few lines before smirking and looking up at your red face. "damn sweetheart, I didn't know you were into this kind of shit". you turned your head but he reached his hand out and turned it towards him. he kissed you. he fucking kissed you. you couldn't believe it. he moved the laptop with your lips still attached and leaned you back on the bed. he bit your lip as he placed his hands on your waist, moving them up and down slowly. he broke away and looked you in the eyes, saying "I fucking love you" before continuing to touch you like he was deprived of sex his whole life.

before you knew it, you two were a couple. you didn't know why or how he loved you, but he did, and that's all that mattered.

every weekend, he would climb through your window to catch up on your latest story, sometimes requesting for you to write some new erotic story about that killer called ghostface. he quickly picked up on your favorite things to write about, and ghostface was the number one. he constantly told you that your ghostface stories were your best.

one night, when he crawled through your window, you noticed he had a fresh cut on his arm. you were concerned, questioning him nonstop for the two hours he was at your house. he told you he got cut jumping over a fence on his way over there, but you didn't buy it.

the next day, you saw him at school. you took his hand in yours, looking at it closely and noticing dried blood under his nails. you dropped his hand and looked at him with a questioning look on your face, and he got up, saying he had to use the bathroom. when he came back, the blood was gone.

a couple of days pass, and more people die. you start to put the pieces together, finally deciding to ask if he was ghostface the next time he came over.

"baby, I need to ask you something.." you paused, waiting for him to look at you or respond. he was looking at his lap, obviously knowing that you knew. "okay um.. well, I've noticed some things... like, over the past few weeks.. about you.. and the killer." he looked up at you, making eye contact before turning away once again. "baby I'm not mad.. I think it's kind of hot" he looked up at you, surprised that you said that. he looked confused, obviously not expecting you to be okay with it. "really? you're not mad?" you smile at him, shaking your head before speaking again. "no, I'm not mad, silly! I mean... some people are dying but.. as long as you don't kill me or anything"

he never did

every night after he killed, he would come over and tell you how it went, giving you ideas for your stories. eventually, you piled them all together and made a book. of course, you changed the names and slightly altered the ways they died, but you always stayed true to the theme.

you never published it, of course. you just let your friends read it and posted it to an online forum. it got pretty popular, getting thousands of likes. you were proud of yourself, proud of billy and stu (but mainly billy)

eventually, you did publish a book

it wasn't about the ghostface murders, but it still got popular fast.

it was heavily influenced by the murders and your relationship with billy

the book was about a girl who was unknowingly in a relationship with a serial killer, but ultimately found out and started killing with him. they would kill their enemies or people who tried to flirt with them, and then they'd go home and act like nothing happened. it brought them closer together, basically fixed their relationship. at the end, they got caught because they stayed at the scene too long. they were shot by the police, dying in each others arms.

you hated it, but billy seemed to love it.

so did your friends. well, the ones that were still alive..

sidney hated you for it, but you didn't care

you had billy, and billy had you. life was perfect.

Predator/Prey kink & smut with Billy Loomis? Loved the one you did with Stu. Maybe with knife kink, possible blood or whatever else you think would fit?

I absolutely love this.

18+!!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! blood play, knife play, predator/prey kink, billy fucking loomis, dubcon?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! blood and knife play are just 🤤 I loved making this, not tooooooooo smutty, I'm not the best at writing smut lol. unedited, lowercase intended, double periods intended

billy loomis x fem!reader

you and billy had been dating for a while, and you had never had a problem with your sex lives

but one day, it seemed to change

he got rougher. started biting you, sometimes drawing blood, and to be honest, you were into it. like, really into it.

you bought knives, asked if he wanted to use them

he was ecstatic, he felt euphoric

when you used them for the first time, it was like you were in heaven

the fear of him being able to cut you..

the fear that he could do whatever he wanted to you and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it

it was overwhelming in the best way possible

one night, billy told you he'd be over at midnight with his knives and a blindfold

but here you were on your bed. naked, needy, and soaking wet

and he was nowhere to be found

you looked over at the window, thinking you saw something out of the corner of your eye, but you didn't see anything out there. suddenly, you heard your phone ringing. you were confused, it was twelve-thirty and you weren't waiting for any calls. you picked it up, letting out a quiet 'hello?' the line was quiet before a man started speaking. "hello y/n." your brows furrowed as you sat up in your bed. "I'm sorry, who is this? I don't think I recognize your voice." you heard a chuckle on the other side and realized it sounded familiar. "oh, sweetheart.. you'll know who I am soon enough. god, you look so fucking hot right now". you gasped and looked around, wrapping a blanket around your body before getting up and making sure your windows were closed.

"aw, do you think I'm outside? pretty girl, I'm closer than you think." your breathing picks up and so does your heart rate. "oh my god... where the fuck are you, pervert?!" you yell, the phone now at your side. "right here." you hear him next to you and scream, running as fast as you can to get away from him. the blanket was restricting your legs from moving as much as they could, so you got rid of it, just wanting to survive.

but he caught you. he forced you onto the floor and pinned your hands above your head. "god, you're slow." you looked at him with wide eyes as he pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and tied it around your head, making sure you couldn't see anything. you could hear shuffling, assuming he took his mask off. he took his knife and traced your skin with it, the cold metal pressing into your skin slightly, but not hard enough to draw blood.

you hated how turned on you were, you were almost drooling at the thought of being fucked by ghostface and you felt so dirty. you were soaking wet and he knew that. you knew that. you lifted your hips, desperate for any friction or pleasure. he noticed and chuckled at your desperation, it was pitiful. "beg for it." it was like all the air in the universe disappeared as soon as he said it, but you still managed to let out a few words. "please... just fuck me"

eventually, you found out it was billy. about halfway through, your blindfold went up and you caught a glimpse of billy's face just as he came inside you, and he knew you saw him. mutters something like 'shit, now the little whore knows who I am, guess I gotta punish you'

so he carves 'billy's whore' into your stomach.

not deep enough to seriously hurt you, but deep enough to leave scarring.

when you're done, you're so fucked out by his dick that you fell asleep the moment he brought you to your bed. the morning after, you find yourself cuddled up to billy next to you, sleeping like a rock.

I was supposed to have the drafts done yesterday and school starts the day after tmrw I'm fucked 😭😭😭

I have no motivation to write today whatsoever but I have 2 asks and 2 drafts someone please help me I'm dying

Some more baby Mary Goore for @brighteyedbushybrowed

gifs by me

(source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FeU21W5ijqo&list=LL&index=6&t=1s)

SCREAMING CRYING KICKING MY FEET GIGGLING I AM SO EXCITED I AHVENT EVEN READ THIS YET BUT IM SO AHAHHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHH

i could be a better boyfriend than him (tatum riley x fem!reader)

CONTENT: fem!reader (referred to as “girl”, also in a skirt), heavy sexual references, infidelity on everyone’s part, toxic relationships, love triangle with a bit of a twist, what if the other women just… cut the guy out, s5ream references, history between everyone

WORD COUNT: 1k

If Stu’s bullshit gave you anything, it was something to bond over with Tatum. With Stu out of action for the night, the tension between you is undeniable.  

A/N: part 1!!

Your vision went dark in an instant. ‘Ah, what the fuck?’ ‘Guess who?’ Fingers pressed over your eyes in ascending order from pinky to index. ‘Hm, let me think. Your hands aren’t weirdly clammy, so that takes Randy out of the running.’ ‘Hey, I heard that!’ His voice rang out from across the spacious living room. You and the mysterious figure laughed.

‘They’re not so rough they’re taking away a layer of skin, so I’m guessing you’re not Stu.’ ‘Nuh-uh. Third strike and you’re out, sweetheart.’ ‘I’ve got an inkling of who you might be.’ You pressed your back against her chest. ‘Tatum.’ 

She removed her hands as you tilted your head back to confirm your guess. ‘Good girl.’ She kissed your forehead before you spun around. ‘How are you?’ You asked. ‘I’ve been better.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘We need to talk. Stuart.’ She whispered his name, though anyone who’d spent over a minute in your circle was well aware that he was the source of all your troubles.

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Matthew Lillard in Senseless (1998)

No Deed Goes Unpunished

Dew x Reader Rating- 18+ (NSFW)

Summary- There is only so much the fire ghoul can take before he snaps. Especially when it comes to you.

Afab reader - they/them pronouns

A/N- Thank you Anon for requesting/sending me this prompt. I started this fic with Mountain in mind but then I received the request and thought “huh? What if we just switch it up a little". I wrote this while listening to “I’m Blue” and “Running Up That Hill” remixes on repeat. I believe that informs you of my mental state at the time. 

The bass of the music vibrates the walls of the club as multicolored lights bounce off every reflective surface, including your dress. With each rotation of your hips, the fabric shimmers and shines. The warmth of the crowd has your skin glistening with a light layer of sweat. How long have you been on the dance floor with Swiss? Had it been 30 minutes? An hour or two? But right now you honestly don’t care. 

You know Dew’s eyes are on you, watching your body sway to the beat, but you opt to continue ignoring his glances. 

This was his punishment for denying you earlier. You had gone to him with the intention of having a little ‘fun’ in one of the practice rooms, but, unlike his usually fiery self, he told you he needed to get in some more practice before the upcoming tour. Was it a little cruel to be ignoring him? Maybe, but with alcohol and your bratitude he should expect nothing less of yourself. 

You decide to take your teasing a little farther by grabbing Swiss’ hand and pulling him closer, grinding your body against his. The feeling of Swiss’ body rocking against yours feels so natural and the two of you easily fall into a rhythm together. You allow yourself to glance at the fire ghoul, checking to see if your teasing was having the desired effect. And it is. Dew is glaring at the two of you, his fist clutching his drink so hard you fear the glass might just break under the pressure. 

“You really wanna make him jealous?” Swiss whispers in your ear as he runs a hand up your thigh. You just smile before grinding your body against him harder. He places his hands on your waist and the two of you continue moving to the music. 

A few more songs pass before you begin to feel tired, the sedentary effects of the alcohol and the exhaustion from the day, catching up with you. You pull Swiss off the dancefloor to the booth where some of the others are sitting. 

“Having fun?” Sunshine asks as you take a seat next to her. As you get settled, she hands you a cool glass of water. 

“Yes, I need to thank whoever had the idea to come here,” you smile back as you take a sip from your glass. 

“Oh then you’ll have to drag Cumulus off the dancefloor to do that,” Aether laughs, motioning towards the dancefloor. You look over to see Cumulus, Cirrus and Rain together. 

“How about you, are you having fun?” Aether asks as he lightly smacks Dew’s chest. The fire ghoul is unusually quiet this evening. You turn back to the table to find the fire ghoul staring daggers at Swiss, who is currently ordering another round of drinks at the bar. 

“Oh I’m having a blast,” Dew grunts out. Before Aether has a chance to question Dew’s tone, Swiss arrives with the drinks. You all thank him as he passes out the shots. After downing yours, you feel a familiar burn settle in your stomach. And speaking of burns, you shoot the fire ghoul another glance to find a slight snarl has formed on his face. 

“Where’s Mountain?” You ask looking around,” I don’t see him.” 

“He’s probably in the bathroom smoking,” Aether grins as he sets his empty shot glass back down on the table. A few moments later you see one large Earth ghoul emerge from the back of the club. 

“What’d I miss?” Mountain asks as he slides into the booth beside Dew. Even from across the table you can smell that Aether’s guess was correct. 

“Not much,” Sunshine replies. Mountain nods before he grabs one of the shots and downs it. 

“You having fun without me, Mountain?” You giggle. The Earth ghoul looks up at you as a wide grin appears on his face. 

“You know that if you ever want me to drag you into the bathroom for some fun, all you have to do is ask,” Mountain winks as he says the words. His words draw out a quiet growl from Dew.

A yawn escapes you, prompting Swiss to pull you closer so that you can lay your head on his shoulder. 

“Getting sleepy there?” Aether asks. 

“I think we all are getting a little tired,” Cumulus utters as she reaches the booth followed closely by Rain and Cirrus. Cirrus wraps her arms around the shorter ghoulette before placing a kiss to her temple causing Cumulus to giggle in response. 

“Yeah and some of us have some plans for later,” Cirrus purrs as her hand snakes down to paw at Cumulus’ rear. Cumulus playfully smacks her hand away before telling her off. 

“It is getting pretty late. Better start heading back,” Aether announces as he stretches his arms, motioning for Dew to scoot out of the booth. Once everyone manages to leave the booth the group heads outside. Sunshine is the designated driver for this evening and you watch as she pulls out a bunch of keys from her purse. 

The lot of you pile into the van, with you opting to sit by Swiss in the very back. Dew gets stuck in the row in front of you, just close enough to be able to hear you and Swiss giggling together. A low growl escapes him and it is picked up on by Cumulus. 

“You doing already honey?” Cumulus asks the fire ghoul, noticing he is being unusually quiet.

“Uh yeh, just tired,” Dew responds, knowing full well that sleep is the furthest thing from his mind. The ride back to the Abbey isn't long, but Rain’s drunken karaoke sure makes it feel like it. By the time the van pulls up, all of you are more than ready to get out. Cirrus nearly knocks Aether over in an attempt to escape first. 

“Good night,” Cumulus calls out as Cirrus pulls her away from the group. 

“Have fun you two,” you respond before making your way to the dens with the others. The group gets smaller as everyone begins branching off to make their way to their own rooms and soon it is only Dew, Swiss and yourself who remain. 

“See you in the morning,” you exclaim as you reach your own door. 

“Good night,” Swiss says. 

“Night,” Dew states as he continues walking down the hall, not even sparing you a glance. 

Once he is sure that your door is closed, Swiss begins his own teasing of the fire ghoul. 

“If you don’t satisfy tonight, tell them they know where to find me,” Swiss jokes as he goes to his room. Dew’s lip curls up into a snarl at the words. He knows that you can do what you want (or who you want), you are your own person after all, and maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but those words cause the fire ghoul to storm off in search of you. 

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You step out of the shower, drying your hair with a towel, feeling very relaxed. After wrapping a robe around your body, you make your way to your room, humming one of the club’s songs to yourself. Once you reach the room, you light some candles and begin to unwind. 

“You shouldn’t have done that,” a voice rumbles.

The words cause you to jump, having not realized someone else was in the room. Your heart rate quickens when you realize just whose body the voice belongs to. Dew. While you do not turn to look at your visitor, you can imagine the pair of glowing eyes and a set of sparkling fangs gleaming out from the shadows. 

The fire ghoul slowly emerges from the corner, you can hear his footsteps as he draws nearer. Everything about him makes you want more. From the way he moves to his voice, you know you have to have more of him. 

“Are you going to tell me what I did wrong? Or am I just going to have to guess?” You tease as you continue going about your task. Arousal pools in your stomach when you hear the Earth ghoul chuckle a little, seeing right through your innocent act.

“I’d have thought you would have figured that out by now. Don’t you remember what a bad girl you were earlier?” Dew purrs as he stops just behind you. His warm breath ghosts across the back of your neck as stands there, waiting for you to make the next move. With this you turn around to face the ghoul and immediately recognize that he is not in the mood for your games. But no one ever said you make smart choices, so you decide to push him a little further. 

“Must have slipped my mind. Well good luck with that,” you say, gesturing to the bulge in his trousers,” I’m going to go find Swiss.”  

That’s it! That’s the final straw that it takes to break the fire ghoul. 

“You get back here,” Dew growls as he grabs one of your shoulders so that he can push you up against the wall. A gasp escapes you as the feeling of the cold stone hits your heated skin, at this point you no longer want to tease him. You could make this stop at any time but that is the farthest thing from your mind. You want this, you want him. 

“You think you can just tease me all day and not have to deal with the consequences?” Dew whispers as he leans down and nips at your ear. You are so desperate for him to be inside of you. Dew kicks your legs open so that one of  his thighs can slot in between your legs. The hand not pressing you up against the wall curls around your throat. He doesn’t want to choke you, he just wants to let you know who's in charge. 

“Please Dewy,” you whine as you attempt to grind your core down against his slender thigh. The fire ghoul just chuckles at your failure and subsequent groans of frustration. 

“Can’t seem to handle it when you’re the one being teased?” Dew mocks as he grinds his hard length against you before letting out an exaggerated moan. The hand curls a little tighter around your throat, causing you to whimper. A pang of arousal shoots through your body like a bolt of lightning. 

“Please Dew,” you repeat once more,” I’ll do anything you want me to. Just please, please touch me.” 

“Begging already? Pathetic,” the ghoul sneers, but you know better. Dew thrives off of this kind of control. To your relief the fire ghoul continues with his statement. 

“Hmmm, but since you do it so well, I will, but you have to do something for me first, okay?” Dew smirks as he watches you nod quickly in response. 

“Anything,” you respond. 

All of a sudden, Dew runs a claw down the side of your dress, ripping the fabric off of your body. A shiver runs down your spine and you are not sure whether it is due to the cool air of the ghoul dens or the dominance of Dew’s display. A smile appears on Dew’s face as he looks over your nude form. 

“Such a dirty little thing, walking around with no underwear on. You should be ashamed,” Dew purrs. To your relief, he takes some pity on you and positions his thigh so that you can grind your core against it.Your slick leaks out onto his clothed thigh as your cheeks flush. Your breath quickens when you realize your door is unlocked, someone could just walk in on the two of you like this. 

“Dew,” you whine,” someone could see us.” 

“Good. Then they can see that you’re my little slut,” Dew teases,” but you’d like that wouldn’t you? I have half a mind to drag Swiss in here and make him watch.”

You can help the whine that slips past your lips. The fire ghoul lets go of your throat when he feels another gush of slick escape you, pleased that his words are having the desired effects.  Dew proceeds to strid over to your bed. He sits down and spreads his legs a little. 

“Alright, come here,” the ghoul instructs as he pats his lap. You shuffle over to him and lay yourself out for him. An approving hum escapes him as he rakes his eyes over your body. 

“Okay,” you whisper as another shiver of arousal runs down your spine. You feel his hand lightly caress your bare cheek as he leans down so that his warm breath ghosts over the shell of your ear. 

“You know what to say to make this stop. Say it and I will stop immediately,” the ghoul whispers before his hand lands on you with a smack, the force of it jolting your body forward a little. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes in the room as you let out a whimper. The force was much greater than you were expecting but it felt oh so good. Dew gives you no time to calm down before landing another blow to the other cheek. With each spank you let out little pants and cries at the sting. You can feel yourself dripping onto his thigh as the punishment continues, knowing your rear must be red by now.  

“See what bad girls get?” Dew mocks as he watches your ass jiggle with each hit. By this point, tears are streaming down your cheeks as your hands remain fisted in the sheets.

“FUCK! Dew!,” you scream when he lands a particularly hard hit on the tender skin of where your thigh meets your ass, his nails dig into your skin, drawing blood. Dew roughly grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look up at him. The strange angle is uncomfortable and makes your neck ache. 

“Had enough yet?” Dew asks with a wicked smile plastered on his face. In defiance you stick out your tongue at him. The smile fades from his lips and you can feel his skin heat up in response. If you want to keep playing this little game, the fire ghoul is more than willing to play with you. 

“Fine, you little brat!” Dew spits as he roughly throws you off of him. You watch as the ghoul stands up and quickly undoes his belt and trousers, lowering them just enough to remove his aching cock from its fabric confines. 

“No biting,” Dew growls as he threads his fingers through your hair, roughly gripping the back of your skull. He then proceeds to use his other hand to position his member near your lips. His cock bumps against your closed mouth a couple of times before he tightens his grip on your hair. 

“Open UP!” the fire ghoul roars and this time you obey. 

Without much warning, Dew shoves himself into your mouth and sets a brutal pace, giving you no time to adjust. You gag when his cock hits the back of your mouth. Dew just smirks and continues ramming himself down your throat. With every movement, your knees scrape against the stone floor and you know you will have to figure out some way to explain the bruises there tomorrow. Out of instinct your hands come up to grab onto his hips in an attempt to gain some control. Surprisingly Dew allows this. 

Spit leaks out from around your mouth as his hips brush against your nose. The noises that Dew lets out above you makes your core grow wetter. You attempt to swirl your tongue around him but his pace is making that difficult so you just settle on letting him use your mouth as his own personal fuck toy. Your nails dig into his hips leaving a trail of red marks in their wake.

Every time you gag around him, the fire ghoul lets out another breathy moan. Dew’s rhythm  starts to falter as he nears his peak. After snaking a second hand into your hair, Dew uses the increased leverage to his advantage. Dew snarls as he pushes your head down so that your nose is pressed against his pelvis. 

The fire ghoul cums with a roar. White hot ropes of spend coat the back of your throat as he tugs at your hair. When he pulls you off of him, you can feel just how messy your face is. The tears rolling down your cheeks have managed to mix with the cum and saliva mixture running down your chin. The ghoul continues to hold your hair in his fist, using it to crane your neck back so that you are up looking at him, your chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath.

Dew lets out a breathy chuckle as he slowly lowers himself to a kneeling position to get on your level. With his thumb, he wipes away a drop of saliva attached to your chin, smirking as he does so. His other hand roams down to dip between your thighs. Try as you might, you just can’t help the groan that escapes your lips as two of his fingers dip into your dripping core. Something akin to excitement flickers in Dew’s eyes when he realizes just how needy you are for him. 

“Look at you,” the fire ghoul mocks as he roughly grabs your chin,” so needy.” 

With this Dew pulls you closer to him so that his lips crash into yours. You let out a small whimper as your body fully submits to him. A pleased grumble escapes the ghoul as his tongue explores your mouth. Dew’s deft fingers speed up as you feel yourself drawing nearer to your peak. 

“You think Swiss could make you feel like this?” Dew growls as he pulls away from the kiss. The only response you can manage is a small whimper. 

“ANSWER ME!” Dew demands as he continues his fingers continue at their brutal pace. 

“No! Only you!” you cry as the fire ghoul slips in a third finger. 

The response seems to sate the ghoul, who soon begins attacking your neck with small nips. With his mouth no longer muffling you, your cries echo throughout the room. 

“That’s right. Only I can make you feel like this,” Dew hisses in your ear as his fingers speed up. You can feel something building inside you as your nails dig into your own thighs. The arm wrapped around your chest pulls you in tighter against the fire ghoul’s chest. 

“Oh fuck,” you pant as you feel Dew’s thumb swipe over your sensitive clit. A growl rumbles from the ghoul’s chest as he watches you begin to fall apart. If your mind wasn’t clouded with lust you would have thought it was strange that Dew was bringing you to an orgasm so soon, after all, this was meant to be a punishment. 

You scream out as you cum on his fingers. Dew can feel his cock stir once more with interest as he feels your tight heat clench around his digits. Pleasure floods your body as your legs begin to trimble. You can feel beads of sweat running down your temples as you buck into the fire ghoul’s hand as he continues to work you through the pleasure. 

As the haze of your orgasm starts to clear, you realize that Dew has yet to pull his fingers away and you can feel oversensitivity beginning to creep in. 

“Dew?” you question as you look into his fiery eyes. The ghoul just smirks back at you and speeds up his fingers. 

“Dew!” you cry out as you feel yet another orgasm building within you, riding the thin line between pleasure and pain. The coil in your core begins to tighten. Soon you are once again cummng all over his fingers with his name falling from your lips. When your body can’t take it any longer and you collapse, falling from your knees to the floor. The fire ghoul takes some pity on you and briefly removes his fingers from your core. Dew helps to shift you so that you can lean up against the bed before his fingers make their way back to your core. 

“No,” you whine as the ghoul’s fingers begin to speed up once more. 

“Come on baby, you know what I want,” Dew purrs. 

“I..I can’t,” you whine, already feeling oversensitive from your previous two orgasms. Dew moves to tightly grasp your chin before turning your face sideways to look in his eyes. 

“You fucking can and you will! 

Dew moves his fingers even faster and you can’t help but cry out at the sensation. Out of instinct, your body makes a pathetic attempt to wriggle out of the fire ghoul’s grasp, but to no avail. Dew manages to eke one more orgasm out of you. You scream as your body shakes with the intensity of your orgasm. It seems as though you might have blacked out, because when you regain your senses you find yourself cradled in the warm arms of the fire ghoul. 

“You did so well for me,” Dew coos as he strokes a hand through your hair. You let out a little hum as you let yourself relax into the feeling of his body against yours. As you shift in an attempt to find a more comfortable position, you feel his erection brush against your thigh. Your eyes flicker over to him and a smile forms on his face. However, before you have the chance to speak there is a knock at your door. 

“Hey, so I think I left my wallet in your bag —--” Swiss starts as he opens the door, stopping once he sees the scene. The multi ghoul’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight of your sweaty, naked body sprawled out over Dew’s lap. There isn’t much that will leave Swiss speechless, but this is one of those rare times where he truly cannot think of anything to say. Swiss remains frozen in place until Dew speaks up. 

“Well don’t just stand there. Either come in or leave, don’t just stand there,” Dew instructs. Swiss hesitates for a few seconds as he decides what he should do, but before he knows it, he finds himself stepping into the room. He closes the door behind him as his eyes remain locked onto your. Your eyes flicker from Swiss back to Dew as a puzzled expression appears on your face. 

“Now, let’s see if Swiss can make you feel like I do.” 

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