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slashingdisneypasta · 2 months

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Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader || Smexcerpt

Plot: You're nothing but sweet to Bo, and he's so damn mean! When you offer to wash him, its no different.

... "Come on, Bo. You're filthy." ... "Shower's nice and warm, Bo, come on. Don't be grumpy, please?" ... "Just relax, Bo,.. "

Warnings: Smut. Shower sex and Degradation. Age difference relationship (Mean older man (36 y/o) / Soft younger AFAB person (Early 20's)). A tiny little bit of daddy kink, and a creampie. Wrap it before you tap it folks, don't be like Bo. (Unedited)

When Bo finally gave in and joined you in the shower, chucking his hat off and to the corner of the bathroom last and giving a simultaneous frustrated sigh as he slides into the small little cubicle with you, you give a pleased grin. So he's not in that terrible a mood, then. If he was, he never would've listened to you.

"Y'better start washin' the fucken day off me, honey, or I'm kickin your ass outta here."

Your jaw drops, the sponge in your hand two inches away from Bo's chest. "Wh- I started this shower!! I- I was here first!" You sound immature, you know it, but its totally warranted! Pouting, you squeeze the sponge so all the soapy water drenches your hand. He could be so charismatic, but never for you!...

"Yeah, and I'm gonna end it if you don't get to work." There's a ghost of a smirk on his handsome face, now, watching you get all sulky in front of him- and all covered in soap suds and running water, too. It was definitely cheering him up after the day he had. "What? You gonna get all huffy now, darlin'? Y'asked for me to come in here."

"Why are you always so mean to me... I'm always nice to you!"

"Awww, was I mean?... " The smirk is real, now, as Bo backs you up against the tile wall. When the cold hits your skin you jolt and gasp; leaning in towards Bo's warmth, instead.

Still, you cross your arms and look away from him. "Yes. And you're always so nice to visitors, before you kill them I mean, and I- "

Here he chuckles, shaking his head. "You're so fucken dumb, doll, jesus christ."

"Hey!- "

When Bo's lips crash into yours, wet and tasting of water, you let out a quick gasp- but calm down immediately at the taste of his tongue in your mouth. Dropping the sponge in your fist, you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck; pressing your naked bodies together. This time when he pushes you against the wall, you're so warm and content against him, connected to him, that you don't even wince.

Immediately your pussy is throbbing, soaking wet and aching to be filled up with his cock. That always happens when Bo takes control of you like this- you hate it, you think it betrays you, but what can you do?? Its so hot. Moaning, you turn your nose to the other side of Bo's, adjusting the kiss and letting him deepen it by sucking on your tongue. The hot water from the shower beats down his back, drips off the tips of your fingers, and slides down your thighs.

His hands find your thighs and wrap them around his waist, grinding his half-hard cock against your lovely, slick, plush pussy with a growl. He separates from your poor swollen lips and flashes you a devastating smirk. "You ready for me, little baby?"

Slow on the uptake, head full of steam and Bo, you give another little pout at his words. "I'm not a baby- "

"Yeah you are." With his cock fully hard now, thick and standing tall against his belly, he slips in just half; watching you slap a hand over your mouth to keep from crying out. "Hey hey hey, hold on there- " He gets in close to your face, tut tut tut-ing, the feel of his hot breath a little extra in the hot steamy shower. "Don't do that, princess~ Dontcha think Daddy wants to hear every little thing he's doin' to you?" You just look mortified back at him, your hand still over your mouth. Daddy?!? "It'd cheer me up, for sure."

... oh, you think, eyes widening. Well- if it would make Bo happy, then- "O- okay... "

Slowly you take your hand away from your lips, watching Bo's eyes flicker down to your mouth and the little lecherous smirk spread across his. "There you go... "

Then he thrusts all the way into you, filling you up so entirely and riding against your clit your eyes slip up into the back of your head; your skull falling back and thudding gently against the tile wall behind you. "Booo... "

"Heheh, thats right, sweetheart, fuck you're so fucken tight- "

Bo's words race right through you as he pounds your little cunt with his admittedly impressive dick, stroking the tight ball inside you developing into a perfect delicious orgasm. You hold on the best you can though, you try so hard to stay together, you don't wanna cum too fast!, you want this to last-

Your pussy squeezes Bo like a vice as he pummels your clit, the hot shower water coating you both adding a layer of pleasure thats so new and so good. "Bo Bo Bo- "

"I know, sweet thing, I kn- fuck!- " When you squeeze around him hearing him call you 'sweet thing', he cant stand it. He squeezes your hips so tight he'll definitely leave fingertip-shaped bruises behind and presses his full cock deep into you so his pelvis pins yours against the wall.

A hot, fulfilled feeling explodes in your cunt and you let out a guttural moan, rolling your hips against him, riding out both your orgasms.

" ... huh, well I guess y'are useful for somethin', huh, baby doll?" Bo tells you a few minutes later, still holding your tired, sleepy form up against the shower wall; keeping you close as long as possible while you're all sweet and tired like this. His foreheads leaning against yours and his hand's on the side of your head, stroking your face lovingly with his thumb.

Your eyes are closed, half-drifting off. " ... sh- shut up... fuck you... asshole... "

Bo gives a grin. "Fuck you too, sweetheart."

#i love his name XD #gotta say it as many times as possible-#Bo Sinclair x Reader Drabble #Bo Sinclair x Reader #Bo Sinclair #Smut #Drabble #Horror Villains #Horror Villains x Reader

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dracocheesecake · 4 months

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Kai x Reader Thought:

Imagine Kai thinks that polymath!Reader can't understand Mongolian, and so says alot of incredibly sweet, heart-felt, dribbling-with-honey endearments in a scathing tone so that they'd believe he's insulting them...Only for them to thank him in (imperfect) Mongolian for the compliments.

Kai, when he finds out they understood every sweet something he said to them:

#kung fu panda #general kai #kai #general kai x reader #kfp3 #kung fu panda villain x reader #kai the collector #just imagining the smirk falling off his face into pure horror is hilarious #then he'll immediately try to backtrack or act like it never happened #or then pull out actual insults

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alastor-simp · 7 months

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Watching Horror Movies With Kalim and Vil

Here is part 2 of the dorm leaders watching horror movies with the reader. I could only get Kalim and Vils part done today. Been busy with studying and also having some writers block. Enjoy :)

Kalim Al-Asim☀️ + Stephen King It🤡

☀️This cutie was already saying "yes" before you could even finish your sentence. Kalim loved spending time with you, as he loved learning more about you and how different your world was from his, so the minute you wanted to do something with him, he would always say yes

☀️Asking Kalim over to your dorm was easy enough, but you know telling Jamil would be a struggle. Jamil was hostile towards anyone that gets near Kalim as he knows that many people are after his family for their wealth. He has gotten a bit better after his blot incident and his relationship with Kalim has improved, so maybe there might be a chance for Kalim to come. Surprisingly, Jamil allowed for you to invite Kalim over to your dorm, but to text him if Kalim decided to sleep over,

☀️After leaving Scarabia, you rushed over to your dorm to prepare for the movie night with Kalim. You draped comfortable blankets all over the couch, set up some candles, and prepared a table full of sweets and popcorn for you and him to enjoy. You knew how much Kalim loved coconut, so you made some coconut chocolate bars for him to enjoy.

☀️Kalim had arrived 10 minutes early on his magic carpet. He was too excited about today that he couldn't wait and rushed over. Tackling you in a hug, he thanked you for inviting him for a fun night. He then sat on the couch and asked what exactly were you both going to do. Heading over to the TV, you inserted the movie inside and went back to the couch and sat next to Kalim. You told him you wanted to have a horror movie night and watch a movie that was very popular from your world. Jumping in joy, Kalim hugged you again, letting you know how excited he was about the movie, as he turned towards the screen.

☀️A few minutes into the movie, you turned to see how Kalim was reacting to Georgie talking to It the Clown in the drain. His face was bright and smiling, not really afraid about the creepy clown. "Maybe he likes clowns?" You thought to yourself. The scene then switched to Georgie loosing his hand and being pulled down the drain, that's when you saw Kalim's smile drop, covering his eyes with his hands.

☀️Kalim was not expecting that at all, he thought it was going to be a simple horror movie with some ghosts since he was use to those types of movies, but not this. Kalim never thought a clown could be so terrifying after watching that scene.

☀️Kalim was cowering in fear, grasping the pillow so tightly as if he was choking it. Leaning in closer towards you, he bumped his shoulders next to yours, seeking some comfort. Draping your arm behind Kalim, you pulled him closer and had him lay his head on your lap. You felt very guilty for how scared Kalim was from the movie, so you decided the best you could do was comfort him as you both continued to watch the movie. Placing your hand on his white hair, you petted his head, silently telling him it was okay.

☀️Relaxing, Kalim adjusted on your lap, leaning his head more towards your hand, wanting more pets. All of his fear had vanished out of thin air, your kind actions making him relax. The movie continued to play, and there were some moments where you felt Kalim twitch on your lap, mostly like jumping in fear from the jump scares in the movie, but he was more calmer then he was before. Reaching towards the table, you handed Kalim one of the coconut bars and told him to enjoy them, as nothing beats eating sweet treats when watching a scary movie

☀️Flavors of chocolate and coconut filled his mouth, making Kalim hum in delight, he thanked you for the treat and reached his hand for a couple more, handing one to you as well. The movie continued to play, showing the losers club defeating It and overcoming their fears. The end credits started to play and you grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. Leaning up a bit from the couch, you asked Kalim if he enjoyed the movie, but silence was all you got as a response. Worryingly, you wondered if Kalim was upset at you for putting on a horror movie, You tapped his head, asking him if he was okay, but then you heard the sound of him snoring.

☀️He had gotten so comfortable, laying on your lap that he fallen asleep. Chuckling to yourself, you pet his head again, then grabbed one of the blankets from the couch and draped it over him. Not wanting to wake him up, you decided to stay in that position on the couch. You grabbed your phone and texted Jamil to let him know that Kalim was sleeping over, and that you would bring Kalim back in the morning. Turning off your phone, you placed your head back against the couch, getting ready to fall asleep, but not before placing your hand back on Kalim's head.

Vil Schoenheit🪞 + Child's Play🔪

🪞A hard "no" was what you were expecting when you asked Vil. You having "the Vil Schoenheit" at your dorm watching a horror movie with you, the chances of that having were a million to one. You knew Vil was a actor, a model, and a internet celebrity, and he has probably seen and acted in so many movies, that watching a horror movie was probably not going to affect him in any way, but you still wanted to spend time with him.

🪞Before, Vil would have downright reject you and walked away without a care in the world. After the events of his overblot, his impression of you had changed dramatically, he saw how courageous you were when dealt with certain situations, including the overblots yet you had a heart of gold and still forgave everyone including him after the events. You were the one that told him that there was more to him then just his beauty, letting him know that if he ever needed a time to just relax and get away from the spotlight for a minute, he could come to you.

🪞Vil was left stunned after you said that to him, and slowly but surely he started to admire you and consider you a good friend, but he really wish you would follow through on your beauty routines, cause he knew there was nothing worse then dealing with dry skin and your dorm did not help with that, despite having remodeled it. Vil noticed you fidgeting in front of him, twiddling your fingers in front of him, cheeks aflame. Chucking at your cute actions, Vil agreed to the movie night, but he reminded you that they both had to go to bed at a certain time since lack of sleep wasn't good for your health. Nodding your head at Vil, he smiled and patted your head, before strutting away.

🪞After classes ended, you ran towards Ramshackle and started to get ready for your movie night with Vil. You wanted it to be perfect so you had gotten the softest blankets and draped them over the couch. You had set up some scented candles, to add a little effect during the movie, but also give off a refreshing scent for you and Vil to relax with. Knowing how strict Vil is with what he eats, you banned using sweets and decided to make some fruit and veggie trays with dip along with some freshly made smoothies, as they were Vil's favorite.

🪞Hearing a knock from the door, you rushed towards the door, opening it to see Vil standing outside, dressed in fancy lounge wear, and holding a bag that looked to contain beauty products and face masks. Vil came aside, thanking you for opening the door, along with saying if they were going to have a movie night, might as well include some self care activities as well. Both of you headed towards the living room, and got comfortable. Vil gave you a look of approval at the food on the table as he was satisfied that you didn't include any junk food, even giving you a kiss on the cheek as a thank you when you handed him his smoothie.

🪞After painting your nails and putting on some face masks, you and Vil laid back on the couch, as you pressed play on the remote, starting the movie. Vil seemed a little surprised as he didn't recognize this movie before, but when you told him that it was a horror classic from your world, he just nodded and turned back to the screen.

🪞Few minutes into the movie, Vil wasn't very satisfied with the movie, he did like the atmosphere of the movie, but he didn't it all that scary, and already knew that the killer was the child, Andy. The movie proved Vil wrong, as the doll was the killer and had come to life when the mother of the movie confronted the living doll, and reacted by attempting to kill her. This shook Vil a bit as he couldn't imagine a inanimate object, coming to life and killing everyone.

🪞He was starting to enjoy the movie bit by bit and started to apperciate the little things in the movie, including the actor who voiced the doll, "Chucky." He turned towards you and saw you clutching on to the pillow, shaking in fear. Smiling softly, he pulled you closer towards him, having you lean against his chest, but not to close as you still on the face mask on. You thanked Vil and proceeded to watch the movie as it was nearing towards the ending.

🪞Chucky was finally shot and killed by the detective in the movie, but not before saying "Hi, I'm Chucky. Wanna play?" line. The credits started to roll and you relaxed, happy the movie was over. "You have seen this movie before, correct? Surely you knew what to expect when you watched it again?" Vil said, as he was watching you take the face mask on your face. You told Vil that even despite having seen the movire before, the main villain still scared you as it had frightened you so much when you were younger .

🪞Vil laughed, shaking his head at you, finding your reasoning adorable. After he had removed his face mask, he headed back to the living room, seeing you lay down and place a blanket over yourself. Questioning what you were doing, you told Vil that he probably wouldn't like sleeping on the couch, so you offered him your bed.

🪞Not satisfied with your reasoning, Vil arched a finger at you, telling you to come towards him. Getting up from the couch, you walked towards Vil, as he grabbed your hand and walked with you towards the bedroom. Entering your room, Vil had you sit on the bed, but not before turning you face up towards him, by lifting your chin with his hand. "I will not have you sleep on the couch. We can share the bed." Vil said, as he removed his hand from your chin, turning off the bedroom lights and making his way to the other side of the bed.

🪞Realizing that you had no choice in the matter, you got under the covers, turning to the side, with your back facing Vil. Shuffling sounds could be heard, as you felt Vil move around on the bed. Arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to Vil. as his chest was against your back. Flushing, you realized he was spooning you but you said nothing and continued to lay in your position.

🪞Breathing sounds could be heard next to you, as Vil positioned his head against yours. Vil leaned closer, whispering into your ear "Thank you for tonight, Y/N. I really enjoyed it." Blushing, you told Vil you were happy he had fun, as you relaxed your body, getting cozy in his embrace. Couple of minutes went by and the both of you fell asleep on the bed.

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doumadono · 6 months

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Warnings: manipulation, rusalka!Toga, fem!Reader

Summary: on Halloween night, you and your friends venture to a lake near a quaint village, determined to debunk the rusalka legend as mere folklore. Little do you know, the eerie creature is far more real than you could ever imagine.

Word count: circa 2.3k

A/N: this story is my final offering in the collection by a talented @candycandy00 I hope you enjoy this brief horror tale

The autumn night was heavy with an eerie stillness, a prelude to Halloween, the night she chose to haunt the living. Himiko Toga, the rusalka, lurked in the shadows of a murky lake. Her long, light hair draped over her waterlogged form, and her beautiful but otherworldly allure concealed a malevolent intent.

In a nearby village, the locals spoke of the legend of the rusalka, a vengeful water spirit who lured unsuspecting souls to their watery graves. Children dared one another to approach the lake after nightfall, and the bravest among them claimed to have heard a hauntingly beautiful, yet chilling melody that resonated from its depths.

Nestled within the heart of a dense, ancient forest, the village lay hidden from the bustling world. Surrounded by towering trees and a sea of vibrant green, it was a place of solitude and tranquility. The thick woods enveloped the village in a natural embrace, concealing its existence like a well-kept secret.

For the villagers, life here was a world unto itself, a haven of simplicity and the quiet rustling of leaves. It was a place where the daily rhythms of life were dictated by the seasons and the cycles of nature.

The journey through the dense woods was a challenge, and the village remained untouched by the hurried footsteps of those from the more populated areas. This isolation was both a blessing and a curse, preserving the village's unique way of life while also keeping it sheltered from the outside world.

On this particular Halloween night, a group of adventurous teenagers from one of the surrounding towns gathered by the lake, their laughter masking the fear that lingered in the back of their minds. Among them were you, a curious and bold young woman. You'd heard the legends but believed them to be mere stories to spook the timid. "I don't get what all the fuss is about," you said, you voice tinged with skepticism. "It's just a lake, and there's no such thing as a rusalka. Not to mention those people live like they would be stuck in some ancient times. That's sick!"

Your friends exchanged uneasy glances. "You're brave, Y/N, but be careful. Some say they've heard a song coming from the water," one of them warned. "I came across an old article while browsing Google," the guy mentioned, "and it mentioned something quite unsettling. It seems that a significant number of people, particularly young boys and girls, have mysteriously disappeared in this place."

You waved it off, unfazed. "I'll prove to you all that there's nothing to be afraid of."

"Come on, seriously?" one of your female friends laughed heartily. "You don't actually expect us to believe in all that internet nonsense, do you, Tom? Witches, rusalkas, and all those creepy tales are just meant to spook the kids, nothing more."

As you approached the edge of the lake, you felt a sudden chill in the air. The night grew darker, and the surface of the water seemed to ripple with a sinister presence. You shivered but continued to move closer. With unwavering determination, you set out to debunk the local legend of the rusalka that had been perpetuated by the villagers. You firmly believed that this eerie tale was nothing more than a concoction, a clever ruse to send shivers down the spines of curious tourists and entice them to leave their money in this quaint, remote place.

Just as you reached the water's edge, a hauntingly beautiful melody began to drift through the night, captivating your senses. The notes were hypnotic, pulling at the very core of your being.

Toga's ghostly figure emerged from the depths, her eyes fixed on you. "Come closer, my dear," she whispered, her voice like a siren's call. "I have something to show you," she sung, playing with her long, blonde hair. Her flowing hair cascaded like shimmering waterfalls. Her eyes, large and alluring, seemed to hold secrets of untold depths, their color an enigmatic shade of yellow, reminiscent of golden sunlit waters. Her complexion was porcelain fair. As a rusalka, she moved with an otherworldly grace, her every motion reminiscent of water's gentle caress.

"Holy shit! Do you see that?!" Tom's exclamation pierced the air, his eyes wide with astonishment.

The rest of your friends were quick to react, their expressions mirroring his shock. Startled whispers filled the air as they instinctively began to move away from the lake shore, creating a small, anxious cluster.

"Come on, let's go, Y/N!" one of your friends called out urgently, waving for you to join them.

"Retreat, guys! This is getting too weird!" another one urged as well.

But it was as though their voices had faded into the distance, a mere murmur in the background, as you continued to draw nearer and nearer to the mysterious entity emerging from the shadowy waters. Its silent beckoning seemed to compel you, a magnetic force pulling you closer with every step.

Your friends watched in horror as you stepped into the lake, your movements guided by the rusalka's eerie song. You waded deeper into the water, your face bearing a tranquil expression that sent shivers down their spines.

As Halloween night deepened, the legends of the rusalka proved all too real for you and your friends. Himiko Toga's vengeful spirit had claimed another soul, and her haunting melody echoed through the chilling darkness. Himiko led you further into the murky waters. As you moved deeper, the moonlight cast an eerie glow upon the lake's surface, creating an unsettling spectacle. The world above seemed to fade away as you became ensnared by the enchanting melody.

With each word, her allure seemed to grow, wrapping you in a cocoon of her seductive timbre. The world around you began to blur and fade into obscurity, as though her voice held the power to transport you to another realm. As she spoke, your attention shifted solely to her, her words becoming the only reality that mattered. Nothing else held significance; her voice was your anchor and your universe, a hypnotic cadence that pulled you deeper into its spell.

The rusalka's voice was both beautiful and melancholic. It whispered secrets of the underwater world, of long-forgotten loves and tragedies that had unfolded beneath the waves. Your thoughts and fears were replaced by a sense of tranquility, your will utterly dominated by the rusalka's spell.

Himiko leaned in, her yellowish eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Her voice was a sultry, almost hypnotic purr as she spoke, "You know, becoming one with me, it's going to be… exquisite. All I need is just a tiny, little taste of your blood."

You couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, "What do you mean?"

A sly grin curved her lips as she explained, "Well, it's quite simple, really, my sweet darling! Just a drop of your blood, a mere morsel of your essence, and we'll be forever connected. Our desires, our pleasures, they'll meld into a tantalizing dance of passion."

Your heart raced, the air suddenly charged with anticipation, as you asked, "And how does that work, exactly?"

She moved even closer, her breath warm against your skin, "Oh, darling, it's a secret spell only we can share. But trust me, it'll be the most electrifying connection you've ever experienced, hihi!"

Your thoughts were a whirlwind, but curiosity and a burgeoning desire overtook any hesitation, "I… I think I am…"

Unbeknownst to you, every word she spoke was a clever ploy to draw you deeper into the water. Her delicate fingers reached for yours, their touch gentle as they caressed your hand. With a subtle, sensuous motion, she brought one of your hands closer to her lips, her tongue lightly tracing your wrist. Her actions seemed as if she were trying to capture the scent of the life force coursing through your racing heart.

Back on the shore, your friends watched in helpless horror as their friend disappeared beneath the surface. The rusalka's haunting song lingered in the air, creating an unsettling atmosphere.

Meanwhile, your friends hurriedly left you by the lake, determined to seek assistance. As they sprinted towards the village and knocked on several doors, their desperation grew with each step.

Only one door creaked open, revealing an elderly woman. With a sense of urgency, your friends quickly explained the dire situation unfolding at the lake. Desperate to save their friend, your friends sought the guidance of an elderly villager, and it turned out she was known for her knowledge of folklore and the supernatural. She listened to their tale with a heavy heart and instructed them to bring a rare herb that was said to have the power to dispel enchantments. She offered them a piece of the dried herb and decided to help them face the rusalka.

With the herb in hand, the group returned to the lake, determined to break the rusalka's hold over you, even though they were scared you were already long gone. The night was eerily silent now, devoid of the haunting melody that had drawn her beneath the water.

The rusalka sensed their presence and confronted them, her beautiful but malevolent form shimmering in the moonlight. "You dare to challenge me?" she hissed, her voice filled with centuries of anger and sorrow. "You have no power here, weaklings."

Your friends held their ground, brandishing the herb. The elderly villager chanted incantations that carried the power to weaken the rusalka's spell.

Amid the chaotic scene, your friends gathered around the water's edge, their voices raised in a chorus of desperate screams. The rusalka, had a tight grip on you, your head submerged beneath the unforgiving surface already, leaving only your nose and forehead exposed.

"Let her go! Release her!" one of your female friends shouted, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and anger, the urgency in her pleas piercing the air.

But rusalka, with her eerie, yellowish eyes and an ethereal grip on your form, seemed indifferent to their protests. Her grip remained relentless, and her silent, haunting stare seemed to taunt your friends' futile efforts.

The tension in the air was palpable as your loved ones desperately tried to break the hold of this mysterious, otherworldly being, their voices echoing in a symphony of fear and determination, all while you struggled for breath, your life precariously balanced between the surface and the depths.

As the herb was cast into the water and the elderly woman chanted her incantations, a subtle magic began to weave its enchantment.

Slowly but surely, Himiko's form started to fade away. Her grip remained unyielding, as she continued to sing her haunting song, a desperate plea to retain her presence. Himiko began to emit an otherworldly, high-pitched squeal that reverberated through the still night. Her voice, though beautiful, had a chilling quality that sent shivers down their spines. It was an eerie, haunting sound that seemed to defy the very laws of reality.

As the piercing notes continued, those witnessing this spectral phenomenon felt a sense of unease. Her voice grew louder, more desperate, as if trying to break through the veil of existence. The air around her shimmered, and she began to slowly fade away, becoming transparent, like a wisp of mist in the moonlight.

With each passing moment, she vanished further, her voice a ghostly memory in the stillness of the night, leaving a haunting imprint on those who had the eerie privilege of witnessing her mysterious departure.

You gasped, your senses returning as the rusalka's hold over you waned. The villager's determined efforts had disrupted the enchantment, freeing you from the vengeful spirit's grasp.

With a final, mournful wail, the rusalka disappeared beneath the water, defeated but not entirely vanquished.

You were safe, but the chilling memory of the rusalka's haunting melody would linger, a reminder that some legends held truths that were best left undisturbed.

The lake would forever be a place of whispered fears and shrouded mysteries.

You, forever changed by your encounter, had a profound respect for the supernatural. You couldn't help but wonder if the rusalka had truly moved on or if she still lurked in the depths, awaiting another chance to ensnare an unwitting soul. You had to concede that there were phenomena that defied the boundaries of time and comprehension, veering into the realm of the supernatural, forever beyond human understanding.

At times, Toga would reappear in your dreams, a haunting presence that both captivated and unnerved you. Her voice, like a gentle, melodic whisper, would fill your slumbering mind. Those enormous, yellow eyes, seemingly capable of peering deep into your very soul, held your gaze, and her untamed, hair was fashioned into two haphazard buns. In your dreams, she would extend an invitation, beckoning you into her enigmatic world. The allure was undeniable, like a magnetic pull that drew you in. But just as you were about to step into the unknown, you'd jolt awake, drenched in a chilling sweat, the remnants of her presence lingering in the recesses of your consciousness.

Years passed, and the memory of that Halloween night at the lake haunted the villagers. The rusalka, though defeated, was never truly vanquished. Her presence lingered in the water, and the lake remained a place of eerie quiet, where the night held its breath as if waiting for the return of the vengeful spirit. And as the years passed, the rusalka's haunting melody became but a distant echo, a testament to the enduring power of legends and the strength of those who dared to face the unknown.

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tolsiking · 16 days

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I cannot possibly be the only one who watched the movie The Boy, saw the reveal of the man himself in the end, and didn't immediately go "smash!"

Like, why are you running from him, babes.. Get on your knees and open wide, like, jeez

#18+ only #18+ blog #the boy 2016 #horror villains #morally grey villain #morally grey characters #mask kink #hornyposting #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms the boy #brahms heelshire

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thetruemek · 3 months

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𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕹𝖊𝖜 𝕭𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑 has updated!!!

65. Gods & Monsters

“I-, I-I…“

You really wish you knew some more words than that, and you’re pretty sure you did at one point, but they have suddenly, collectively decided to abandon ship, that ship being your grey matter.

Which is probably going to get splattered all across the lovely wooden paneling of the lounge any second now, judging by the way the tall, dark frame of your eldritch boss looms over you; his mad, triumphant grin stretching his face to the brink of physically possible while all you can do is claw at the armrests of your seat.

How?! How does he know? I thought Wingdings distracted him so he wouldn’t notice that we were talking- I thought that stupid cloak he gave me worked!

Blackhat takes a gliding step closer to you, red veins ready to burst within his single eyeball, exuding nearly tastable waves of malice now that he has you caught - thoroughly bumfuzzled, exhausted, and out of blinking juice!

“Wait- waitwaitwaitwaitwait!” Ah, so you do know at least one more word. It doesn’t help your either, though: your horrible boss crosses the remaining distance with a blurred motion, tipping the heavy armchair you’re still cowering in back with one hand, causing you to squeak at the jolt and protectively draw your arms and legs up. Ooooh you fucked up. Big time.

“No- wait- please! I c-, I can explain!” But Blackhat only bellows out a raucous laugh at your pathetic squirming.

“Mwahahahahar! Did you really think I would not notice what is going on beneath my own bloody roof?! Do you take me for a fool?! Is that it, ______?!” His thunderous roar shakes the small space of the lounge, making your ears ring even harder than before. You try desperately to come up with something that would enable you to talk yourself out of this without getting blasted to smithereens. Minor injuries were acceptable.

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Buckle your britches, bitches 🫣 (hella smut in this one oh my~)

#villainous #villanos #Blackhat #Black Hat #undertale #mafiatale #fanfiction #horror #Villainous AU #Undertale AU #multiverse #reader insert #f!reader #lovecraftian #YNBFH #Black Hat x Reader

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Can you please do Yandere! Stu x shy! Innocent! Reader? The reader is an artist who has a secret love of slasher movies, true crime, and all things spooky. The reader is friends with Sidney so she met stu a couple of times but the reader brushed him off. Soon after Stu became obsessed and decides to kidnap the reader in the Ghostface outfit.

Sidney and I were at my house.

Watching a scary movie. Since we both love horror.

When all of a sudden the phone rang. I answered the phone. A raspy voice on the other end.

"Hi."

"Hello Y/n."

"Who is this?"

"Who do you want it to be?"

"I don't know. Still doesn't answer. Who are you?"

"The person inside your house."

My eyes were wide open. Nothing but fear on my face.

Sidney looked at me.

"Y/n what's wrong?" Sid asked.

Before I could answer a black shadow came out of my closet. Forcefully bringing her into my closet with him.

A scream from Sidney was all I could hear from my closet.

The shadow creature came out with a bloody knife in his hand. There was a white mask covering his face. With black eyes and black mouth. Like he was screaming.

I screamed and ran. To the front door.

Before I could get outside I was knocked out.

Time skip

I woke up on a bed. I looked around.

Tatums boyfriend,Stu Macher,was on a chair watching me.

"Hey babe." Stu said.

"What the hell? Stu your ghostface?" I asked in fear and shock.

"Yes love. I killed them for us. So we could be together. Forever. Don't worry I won't hurt ya." Stu said.

"Be together? Stu your with Tatum." I said.

"Nope not anymore. She's dead too. I killed her for you. So you could have me all for yourself. Cause baby I'm all yours." Stu said.

Guess I didn't survive our horror movie. Since Stu killed my two best friends.

#submission #yandere #yandere stu macher #yandere horror #yandere villain #yandere male #yandere boy #yandere ghostface #ghostface #stu macher #ghostface x reader #stu macher x reader

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slxsherwriter · 8 days

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Might Just Save You Yet

Fandom: 2001 Maniacs, Robert Englund characters

Pairings: Hinted Buckman x female reader

Word Count: 2,905

Warnings: This whole movie serves as a warning

Author's Note: *throws hands up in the air* I guess this is a thing? Englund characters won't leave me alone. But really, as fucked up as this movie is, there's a charm to the character that there shouldn't be and damn it, Robert makes him likeable to a degree. Tagging: @slashingdisneypasta & @tinalbion Hope you guys enjoy! There are two other ideas coming for this fool.

When you woke up just as the two in front had decided to take the detour, you briefly wondered how the hell they had made it into college in the first place. The detour sign was not official, and it didn't take a genius to see that. Because the jagged wood, painted letters, and backward lettering itself, it could not have possibly been any more obvious. But, the three knuckleheads you had somehow gotten stuck with to make it down for Florida for spring break had decided that the detour sign had to be followed.

“Seriously? Are we really taking directions from a homemade detour sign?” Anderson chuckled softly.

“Ah, calm down. It's nothing you gotta worry about.” Nothing.. lord help you the man that you called a brother was an absolute idiot at times. How you were related remained a mystery.

“When we are all disembowed in the back woods with no one coming to ever find us, don't blame me.’

“Jesus Christ, way to be over dramatic. This is why you have no friends.” You rolled your eyes.

“Maybe if you were a little more mindful, you could actually get a girl to pay attention to you, Nelson.” The other two laughed as you gave it right back to their friend. You probably should have just stuck with your original plan to fly down to Florida. You weren't staying at the beach house with the boys. No, a week-long externship had come up at a clinic that exclusively worked with veterans, and you had jumped at the chance. It wasn't like you were going to do anything besides relax and maybe draw some while on spring break anyway, and the opportunity was too good to pass up.

Anderson had told you that they were driving through, so he and his friends would pick you up instead. He had said that he wanted to see you. Part of you suspected that Corey and Nelson, friends of his since middle school, had wanted to take another shot at hooking up with you. Like damn dogs, they continued to bark up that tree every so often.

“Like you would know what it took to get a guy anyway. You're an uptight bitch.” You swallowed a retort, knowing that nothing you said would help the situation. Anderson finally jumped in.

“Hey, hey. Okay, there's no need for that now. Everyone just calm down. Besides, look, there is a town right here.” He pulled up slowly, easing off the gas as you made your way through what seemed to be an abandoned town. Everything looked like it was right out of a history book. Maybe it was a reenactment setup? They had plenty of those scattered in odd locations. You had a few friends who took it very seriously and had brought you along on a few. Enough to recognize it.

“Seems like a ghost town.” Of course, as soon as that left your brother's mouth, the car pulled up to what appeared to be the center of the small town, and suddenly, there were people everywhere. Music was playing, and they were all cheering. Almost instinctively, you curled a little further down in the car. That was far too much attention for your liking. An odd sense naggled at your brain, but it was something that you ignored, attributing it to the fact that you were now all the center of attention.

“So much for a ghost town,” you mumbled, though the guys were too dumbfounded to really be paying attention. Still, manners dictated that you didn't entirely hide, trying to offer a polite smile.

“Welcome to Pleasant Valley!” The man that stepped forward had an air of authority to him. He paused as if waiting for a reaction from the four of you, and when he got none, he leaned forward with a small laugh. Everyone in the mass who had surrounded was cheering, and it died out just as quick when there wasn't a response. The guys were entirely caught off guard, and you were suffering from a little case of the nerves. “Well, don't be a wet ding dong, fellas,” he offered as he hurried around the side of the car towards your brother.

“Buckman's the man, mayor’s my game.” He was standing beside the car now and finally seemed to notice you sitting in the back seat, and that seemingly impossible wide smile broadened further. “Now, why don't cha'all here, give us a big howdy due..hmm?” His hand was held out to Anderson, and in the blink of an eye, the older man had practically yanked your brother out of the driver seat with ease. Shaking hands, your brother remembered some manners.

“Anderson Lee, nice to meet you, sir.” Corey and Nelson were exchanging looks that could easily be deciphered as get a load of this. He managed to introduce you as his sister, but when he attempted to offer the names of the other two, Buckman interrupted.

“Lee Anderson, Lee. My, my, my. What a beautiful surname. Ya'll ain't from the south now, are ya?” You decided to jump in.

“Yes, sir. Born and raised. We were raised in South Carolina. Anderson decided to go north to school. I stayed a little closer to home, in North Carolina.”

“Then ya crossed over to the other side, I see. Well,” he hummed and glanced towards you for a second as he tipped the front of Anderson's hate. “Well, we might just save you yet.” Anderson wasn't sure how to take the comment judging by the confused look on his face. The crowd moved in a little closer as Corey and Nelson got out of the car, leaving you the only one in it. Which meant you had to get out. Slipping from the car, you held your bag close. Buckman turned his attention from Anderson back to you.

“You see, ya'll arrived just in time to be our honored guests at the Guts n’ Glory Jubilee!” The banner was hard to miss. Red, white, and blue, it hung just over the crowd that had gathered behind Buckman. The cheering started all over again, and you couldn't help but smile. Was it a little off? Maybe. You could have arrived in a backwoods town, one of those off grid sort of deals. Or these reenactors were seriously into their business. Either way, there was a light atmosphere. That nagging worry remained in the back of your brain, ignored still.

Corey was murmuring to Nelson, causing you to reach out and smack at his arm.

“Don't be rude.” They rolled their eyes, but their attention was diverted when a scantily clad woman walked up to the mayor. You blinked for a second as the woman instantly flirted with the two beside you. Buckman had shifted over you subtly in that time, inching closer as the boys had their full attention on Miss Peaches.

In a whirl of activity, more individuals showed up, including the car that you had met up with at the last gas station. While your timetable was tight, you didn't want to be disrespectful or rude. At least that was your reasoning for staying while the boys were only thinking with their lower brain.

It wouldn't be so bad, right? The air was crisp and clean. The heat hadn't fully set in just yet, leaving you comfortable in the quiet outdoor setting. There was a rush towards the hotel because apparently rooms were waiting. Another oddity. You had slipped towards the back of the pack and opted to enjoy a little peace, finally away from the boys. Besides, this seemed like a lovely spot to settle in and maybe do a little sketching.

“Well, darling, just what are you doing out here?” You had found a spot under one of the trees closer to the edge of town. Settled down, you had lost track of the time that had passed. It must have been at least a couple of hours, judging from where the sun was overhead. Buckman was standing just a few feet from you, hands in his pockets and observing.

“Oh, I'm sorry, sir.” Smiling, you hoped that he wouldn't have seen the act of you seeking some solitude as an affront to the hospitality that had been offered. “Been with my brother and his friends for a day and a half. Wanted a little peace, and it's just so nice out. Well, I wanted to take advantage. I didn't mean any disrespect to you or Mrs. Boone by it.” There wasn't a hint of anger as he strolled closer.

“Ain't nothing to be worried about. Just wanted to make sure everything was alright. Everything is alright, isn't it?” You relaxed further against the tree after having gone a little rigid when he first found you.

“Absolutely.” You wanted to ask what the deal with the setup was, but figured if it was one of those off the grid communities, you risked offending him. So, with all those southern manners you were raised with, you offered compliments instead. “You seem to have a little piece of paradise here. The town, the land. Seems like it really lives up to its name.” Buckman stood just a little straighter at that, hands coming from his pockets.

“What a sweet talker you are.” You laughed. “We pride ourselves on our little town. It's very kind of you to notice all the work that we put in.”

“Give credit where it's due.” It had made a great subject for your artwork.

“Well, I hate to interrupt a lady at peace, but dinner is going to be ready soon, and Granny Boone is expecting all our guests.” That was the moment that you realized that you hadn't eaten since yesterday. Quickly, you tucked away your pencils and closed your sketchbook. A brush of your pants had you free of any debris that remained on the ground.

“Dinner sounds wonderful.” You were surprised when the man offered his arm out to you. Deciding there wasn't any harm to it, the offer was taken. The walk back to the hotel was pleasant. The man asked questions every so often, centered around you. There was a certain charm about him that you found endearing and oddly attractive. Maybe it was because it was harmless. You wouldn't be here long, and surely nothing could come of it.

“Sounds like a noble cause, helping those that have served their time.”

“I don't know if I would call it noble. It's…just the right thing to do.” Buckman hummed for a moment before opening the door to the hotel for you. “Thank you.”

“It's not something most these days seem interested in, is all. Focus seems to be elsewhere for most.” That was something that couldn't be argued, and you conceded the point. “Why don't you go on and sit down, now. Dinner's almost ready.”

“Anything I can help with?” Just as you asked, an older woman appeared, all smiles just like Buckman had been.

“I won't turn down a helping hand, even if it is a guest. You mind setting the plates out, dear?”

“Not at all.” You took what she had in her arms and she motioned to send you away towards the table, only catching the briefest hint of low tones as if the two had waited for you to step away to talk. It was either your imagination or truly a private conversation. Shaking your head, as if the negative feeling could be physically removed, you worked on placing out the plates and silverware that the woman, who you assumed was Granny Boone, had placed in your arms.

Dinner was a fairly quiet affair. While Granny Boone was kind and funny, she most certainly took no shit and reminded you a bit of your mother. The cooking had been fantastic, and you had made sure to mention such.

Now, the boys were having dessert, Granny was playing the piano, there was an arm wrestling contest going on, and you were content to sit curled in a corner, working in your sketchbook once more. Instead of the town, you had decided to focus on the people in the room this time. Granny, in particular, since she seemed to be genuinely enjoying what she was doing.

Slowly, bodies leaked out of the room, though one slipped in after being absent. Buckman. He sat nearly atop the piano, sipping from a jug and just observing. While the music continued, the other noise quieted down slowly. Until you heard footsteps approaching. Nelson, of all people. The hoped that he wouldn't bother you if he wasn't acknowledged was squashed instantly. A little liquid courage was apparently the only thing needed for him to change his opinion of you being an uptight bitch.

As soon as the arm was around your shoulders, you shrugged it off and stood up. The two at the piano watched cautiously. You could see them trying not to gawk, and it just caused a rush of embarrassment to hit you.

“You can keep your hands to yourself. How many times does it take for you to realize that I'm not interested nor will ever be. Just because your friends with my brother doesn't mean I have to put up with your shit, Nelson. And, as far as I remember, your last opinion of me was that I was an uptight bitch. So, even if you were the last option on the face of this planet, it wouldn't happen.” Before he could attempt any retort, you walked from the room. The urge to run had been resisted by the skin of your teeth.

Stepping out into the cool night air was a relief. There wasn't enough light out here for you to finish your sketch, but that didn't matter since it meant that you were alone. Sitting down on the steps that led up to the hotel, a heavy sigh threatened to cave in your chest, and you buried your face in your hands for a moment. Breathe, just breathe. The mantra repeated over and over. God, did you hate confrontation like that. And to do so in front of practical strangers?

A soft weight rested against your shoulders, startling you.

“Easy,” Buckman nearly whispered. A blanket, he had wrapped a blanket around you. “Didn't mean to frighten you. Just thought ya might want something to keep the chill off ya.” He was being polite and not bringing up what had just happened.

“Thank you…” Another sigh and the wood creaked under his weight before he settled at your side.

“Some boys just don't learn their manners.” The comment brought a little, depreciating laugh before you could stop it.

“Understatement of the century.” A quiet chuckle was his response. “I'm sorry about that. My brother's friends have a habit of not thinking anything through.”

“Nothing you gotta apologize for, ain't any of that on you. They just need their mommas to tan their hides a bit more so they start respecting others.” You both fell silent as the small noises of the night started to echo out. Insects, birds, the rustle of trees and branches. It had always been pleasant and relaxing to listen to after the day had ended. The silence between you was comfortable, not awkward, and not one that you felt compelled to fill. He didn't either, it seemed. After a few more minutes, it was finally broken.

“I uh, see ya got that little book with ya. What were you working on in there?”

“This?” While you were always drawing, you didn't often share openly. But, there was something about the moment that pushed you towards it. A sense that he could appreciate it. “Nothing much. Just a little sketchbook.”

“Mind if I take a look?” He held out his hand but didn't move to grab the book, waiting for permission. After a second of hesitation, you wanted it over.

“The last one isn't finished yet….” The one of Granny Boone. The first few pages were random little ideas without too much detail since it was a relatively new book. The next three were from today. Two of the town and the last being what you had told him wasn't finished.

“Granny is gonna love this,” he finally spoke softly, amusing lacing the words, but they were genuine rather than mocking. “Ya felt that inspired by our little town?”

“There's certainly a draw.” You missed the giddy grin that overtook his features for a passing moment before it was schooled a little more into a more normal smile.

“I'm touched that you see such charm in our town. And lord, is there some talent here.” Well, there you go again, the heat rising to your cheeks. “Not too many see the town like this.” There was an odd note to his voice, then that caused you to look up. You couldn't place the emotion then. Longing? Desperation? Nostalgia? Either way, it settled there, making the usually peppy and excited mayor seem melancholy until the smile returned, brushed off as if it had been nothing more than a fly on his shoulder.

“Hard to see why. Nice southern hospitality, peaceful, little off the beaten path to make it feel separate from the rest of the world.”

“Glad you think so, darling.” You glanced back out towards the town once more before your world went black.

#horror writing #robert englund characters #villain writing #villain x reader #george buckman #mayor buckman #mayor buckman x reader #george buckman x reader #2001 maniacs #2001 maniacs fic

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year

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I FORGOT TO FUCKING POST THIS ON THE PROPER FICIGN DAY I AM GOING TO BEAT MYSELF SENSELESS

anyway happy late Halloween ig lol

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Things Y/N says in the Horror House

Plot: Just the title XD Or 'Y/N having a rough time all the time*

Warnings: Sexual references and course language

"Freddy- Freddy you are a grown man- "

"CHUCKY YOU STOP ENCOURAGING HIM- "

"No no, Patrick, I was not looking at you and wouldn't dream of looking at you no no no Oh would you look at that, Chucky's trynna get Bubba to sniff glue again, so good talk I gotta go- "

"Bubba, I- I just... I desperately want to help you, but- I just- I have... I have no idea what you're saying to me."

"Pennywise how many times have I told you don't transform into residents of the home!! You are going to cause an accident!"

*Gassp* "Oh my god... Michael is going to murder you."

*Gasp* "Who told Carrie the f word!? I THOUGHT WE HAD AN AGREEMENT STU."

"THATS IT!- I HAVE SEEN ENTIRELY TOO MANY PENISES IN THIS HOUSE. WE AS A COMMUNITY ARE GOING TO NEED TO START LOCKING THE TOILET DOOR."

"Jen I need so much therapy... "

"Bubba don't put that in the muffins."

"Oh yes Billy I can ground you- JASON COME ON IN NOW AND BRING THE SHOVEL."

"Jason, you are an angel."

"Jason are you serious right now? Put all the Slashers down- "

"Jerry, stop trying to seduce everyone. You're about to win over Freddy and you're gonna regret it I promise you."

"Billy? Stu? Whoever you are take off that stupid mask and go to bed."

"Between you and me Jen... Patrick terrifies me."

"THATS IT- you two CANNOT play together anymore!!"

*Jamming the end of a broom into the ceiling while Chiffany do marital things~ in the room above* "IT. IS. BED. TIME."

"Penny what are you doing... sneaking into Chucky and Tiffany's room... you know what I don't wanna know. As you were."

"Freddy do you... can you just think about the things that you say?"

"What do you mean Bubba's brothers are coming for a visit!?!?"

"Jason I have your mother on the phone!! She says I love you and please put the doll down." (Spoiler alert. Pamela was not on the phone)

"Put Chucky down." (At least 7 times a damn day)

(Part 1) "Okay... someone's gotta feed Aubrey II. I volunteer Micha- where did he go??"

(Part 2) "AUBREY TWO. AUBREY TWO SPIT HIM UP THIS INSTANT."

(Part 3) "Oh, so you listen to Carrie, huh... stupid plant."

(Part 4) "So for now on Carrie will be in charge of feeding the killer plant."

"... Oh god why on earth is Chucky laughing in the other room... "

"What do you mean 'what am I doing baking at midnight?', its called stress baking, I am literally terrified 24-7 around here and the sweets are the only thing between me and 6th degree online shopping addiction."

"... No... Michael I am not on Amazon... "

"I AM NOT Y'ALLS SEX EXPERT. STOP ASKING ME AWKWARD QUESTIONS- no, no, except you Carrie. You get back here and get an education. Don't listen to Freddy- "

"Chucky stop bullying Bubba."

"Oh, what am I doing? Well, Jason and Michael are glaring at eachother from across the room and I'm moving out."

"Behave or I will get Freddy- OH YES I WILL I AM ON MY FINAL STRAW HERE."

"Billy, Stu, leave Michael alone."

"... *Sigh*... I didn't think I needed to actually say this... but please do not watch porn in the livingroom."

(Part 1) "Tiffany help me to understand what you see in Chucky."

(Part 2) "Tiffany stop helping me I don't want to know these things."

"So this is how I die."

"Patrick that is a spectacular tie- annnnd he's just walked past me without a word... "

"Pamela is coming everyone act like you have impulse control."

"No Jerry I'm not gonna bet on who's gonna win todays fight between Freddy and Jason- alright, 10 on Jason."

"... *Deep breath* ... I'm gonna buy that platter on Amazon I don't need."

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tawneybel · 4 months

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Note: Saw Saw X, it deserves XXX.

Imagine being Diego’s girlfriend and being kept out of the loop on the Pederson Project. Until you accidentally catch him in scrubs.

“Gynecologist... roleplay. I want to try gynecology roleplaying. With you.” He paused. “For my medical kink.”

“Huh.”

You two had done it in his cab. But mostly because it was convenient. Carnally, Diego was pretty basic. Came quicker than you, too. (Though he always made sure you finished.)

“Not saying no, but don’t you think the surgical loupes are overkill?”

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assortedvillainvault · 1 year

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I beg of you I need more Eldritch horror x Hades it’s stuck in my head. Pleased I bev of you

Damn y'all be fans of the eldritch simping huh. WELL ON WE ROLL THEN;

Hades x Eldritch!Reader, Part Two:

You can't be there all the time, he understands, it's not like he's swimming in free time himself.

You're part of such a vastness that this dinky little solar system is only smidgen of your realm. Sometimes when he's talking to you he can tell that, while you're listening and responding perfectly, you attention is focused on something literal lightyears away.

It takes some frank communication to get the point across that he's Not A Fan of being ignored (and genuinely was kind of hurt at first, he thought you were getting bored of him and was trying so hard to bridge the sudden distance) but it wasn't until you offered to show him what you were looking at that he realised you weren't ignoring him at all.

"You, uh, wanna take me somewhere?" Hades was, admittedly, thrown entirely off his game by the affermative hum through his bones as he ignored the latest round of paperwork.

All your meet ups and encounters had been soley either on Earth or telepathic, with Hades more than happy to astral project while his body was safe in the Underworld.

Gods don't need air or gravity, but a certain amount of atmospheric pressure and warmth is certainly appreciated. You laugh gently in his mind and sooth down the edges of his flame, promising to provide that much and more. If he was willing of course.

It's with only slight apprehension that he shrugs and quips a yes.

He'll later describe the feeling of being pulled through the fabric of space as if being inside a bubble made of concrete silence that travelled at four times the speed of sound. It is with frankly heroic effort that he does not loose his lunch even as you pet and hold him in one great betentacled arm - your own body being the concrete shield from the radiation and debris of the universe.

He's not much one for sentimentality but seeing Earth and everything he has ever known zoom out to a dust mote in the darkness put him about a bit. He's unusually quiet during the journey despite gradually losing his death grip on your arm.

You don't think of time in terms of hours or minutes and Hades has no fucking clue how far Earth has gone around the sun before you 'stop' and gently rumble for him to open his eyes.

When Hades was a baby, Rhea used to sneak out with him, hold him up and point out the stars. Even when heavily pregnant with Poseidon, they would be hiding out there away from Kronos, quiet and wondrous for hours at a time. Hades can barely remember the feeling of being safe and warm under a jewelled sky.

It's absolutely blown away by the majesty of what you've brought him to.

The nebula swirls around you both like an ocean fused with a sunset, in every colour imaginable. He gawps at the sheer breadth of the clouds in every direction, so much larger even than you, a black mass against the glory of the stellar nursery.

You gently nudge him out of your grip. He yelps and scrambles before realising he's floating, then chuckles incredulously as he spins in place, wreathed in smoke and his own fire.

You giggle and poke him so he spins faster. He laughs and tries to slap you back with a "Hey! No fair sweetums!"

You guide his gaze over to an area chock full of glowing light. It's clouds are blazing electric blue, and the newborn stars within are twinkling as they stabilize. You wrap him up again as you purr that he reminds you of them and there's no force in this universe that can stop the blush that rises in him from that statement.

It feels like you spend forever there amongst the light of newborn space, gently cruising amongst the mass. Hades feels the stress of existence slip further and further back towards Earth, a peace unlike anything since he was a child taking over.

Soon, you promise, you'll take him to see a supernova. A stars death is just a spectacular as it's birth, after all.

He snuggles down harder and struggles not to fall asleep, your subsonic voice rattling through him in a way that others would call him crazy for finding comforting. The freezing cold of space feels like a balm on his constantly overheated skin. The pressure of your touch under his hands like silky steel.

Absolutely. He's definitely doing this again. Thanks Babe, he needed this.

#thalassa responds #hades x reader #hades #space date time!#Even eldritch horrors get to be soft sometimes #I reckon Hades would actually love to be the less powerful one in a relationship for once #Mans' a stressed out mess who just needs a damn good excuse to relax and let someone else take the reins for once #x reader #disney villains #Thank you for the ask!!

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tamakishoochie · 2 years

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Wet Dreams

CW: Somnophilia? Spit exchange, slight mentions of blood and gore, Creampie

18+, MDNI

word count: 🤷🏾‍♀️

Freddy!Shigaraki x Black!Reader

“Are you serious? Another murder? That’s the sixth one this week!” You groaned, obviously annoyed with a hint of frustration in your voice. You were a private investigator hired to find the sick bastard behind the murders that took place this week on Elm street and your assistant had just brought in another picture of yet another crime scene. It made you nauseous. The picture displayed a dead man with his stomach sliced open, his entrails hanging off the side of the bed. You quickly set the disturbing photo aside, fed up with having to see another person killed.

It was almost 1AM and you’ve been in your office all day, not that it mattered anyway. You haven't been able to get any sleep since you started this case.

“I’m calling it a night. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the crime scene and investigate. Maybe tonight will be the night I get some damn sleep.” You wave off your assistant before packing up your stuff to leave.

After showering, brushing your teeth, and twisting your hair, you slip on your silk bonnet and head on to bed. You take some melatonin to help with your insomnia before getting underneath the covers.

“Let’s see how this goes..”

You didn’t even realize you fell into a deep sleep afterward, so deep that you began to dream.

You were back in your office, looking over the photos again but instead of victims, they were nude pictures of you. Your face started to heat up from embarrassment and you wondered who the hell took these. There were pictures of you fully naked in various raunchy poses.

“What the hell? I don’t even take pictures like…this..”

One photo, in particular, stood out from the rest. Picking it up, your eyes widen and you cover your mouth after gasping. The explicit photo showed a man you’ve never seen before holding you down in a mating press with your ankles down by your ears. He had grayish-blue hair and pale skin with red glowing eyes.

You seemed to be enjoying what the man was giving you in the photo but he had a wicked grin on his face.

Looking a bit closer, you try and get a better look at his face since his hair is draped over it. Suddenly, the man in the picture looks up at you with a maniacal grin, causing you to drop the photo and stand up quickly from your chair.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Not pretty enough for you?”

A voice echoed down the hall that led to your office. Looking down the eerie hallway, you see nothing but white smoke being illuminated by some source of light behind it. A silhouette of a man appears from it and starts to make its way towards you.

“What do you want? Who are you?” You call out to the man.

Seconds later, the same man that was in the photo shows himself, trailing what seemed to be finger knives along the wall with a loud screech. He wore an old, worn-out fedora and a red and green striped tattered sweater.

As he got closer, you pull your gun out from its holster and point it directly at him, warning him that you wouldn’t hesitate to shoot.

“S-stay back, I’m warning you, sir!”

Something about him was off and a dark aura surrounded him. He didn’t seem intimidated at all.

“Shigaraki..” The man spoke as soon as he came face to face with you, close enough to feel his breath on your face.

“What?..” You respond, but too distracted by how oddly intriguing and attractive he was.

“You’ve been looking for the perpetrator behind the murders right? Well, his name is Shigaraki. You found him!” He lets out an eerie, dark chuckle that sends chills up and down your spine.

You point your gun between his eyes and say that he’s under arrest, but he scoffs in your face, grabbing your wrist tightly and making you drop the only thing you had to protect yourself.

“Welcome to the Nightmare World, babe~..” Picking you up and slamming you down on your own desk, he looks over and picks up the photo you dropped earlier. With his other hand, he trails a finger knife up your buttoned nightgown.

“Let’s recreate this one, yeah? You look so good on your back taking my dick~..”

Before you could say anything else, he wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly, while the other trails back down your gown, popping off the buttons with a single finger knife. Shigaraki gropes your right breast and tweaks the nipple with his thumb and forefinger, making you moan and arch up into his hand.

“Oh, sensitive, are we?~ That’s cute.”

Leaning down, he flicks his warm tongue against your hard nipple, sucking on it roughly and kneading the flesh around it before moving to give the other one the same treatment. You didn’t understand why you were letting him do all of this to you, but you didn’t care. It was just a dream anyway, or was it?

Shigaraki’s tongue makes its way up to your neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys before taking over your mouth with his own. His lips were chapped but managed to still feel soft. You moan from how rough he was kissing you and you could feel your panties drenching just from that. Grabbing your chin, he forces your mouth open with your lips puckered out.

“Tongue out, now..”

You obey and stick your tongue out, eyes lust-filled as he spits onto your tongue, swallowing it willingly.

He seemed pleased by that and wasn’t gonna tell you to swallow, but he’s glad you did anyway.

Using his finger knives once more, he shreds your underwear up, revealing your aching pussy that needed attention quickly.

And Shigaraki delivers by pulling your bottom half to the edge of your desk before forcing your legs open. Pulling up a chair, he sits down and spreads your pussy lips apart, admiring the way your cunny clenches around nothing.

You look down and your eyes meet, causing you to look away with your face heated

“Look at me while I do this. Don’t look away or there will be consequences..” He chuckled, only being half-serious.

You gulp and watch as Shigaraki dives right into your juiced-up pussy, giving you nice long licks along your folds and paying close attention to your clit, swirling his tongue around it and nipping at it gently. You pant heavily and try your hardest to keep your eyes open. This was starting to feel a little too real for it to be a dream still.

Once he started adding fingers, though, your head began to spin. The way his fingers stretched you out felt amazing, his middle finger constantly rubbing against the spongey g-spot that made you moan out his name and grip the sides of your desk. His movements gradually began to speed up, lewd and embarrassing sounds echoing throughout the entire office. You feel something starting to unravel within your abdomen and you brace yourself, keeping your eyes on Shigaraki and him doing the same with you. Right then and there, you scream out from ecstasy as you release onto his fingers, squirting everywhere and making a huge mess.

Smiling, he removes his fingers and gives your cunt a couple of hard pats, mumbling something along the lines of ‘That’s a good girl’.

Standing up, Shigaraki removes his glove, dropping it to the floor, and starts unbuckling his pants. You stare wide-eyed as he reveals his whopping 12 incher, all nice and hard just for you. Bullying his way between your legs, he positions his cock at your entrance. Shoving his still wet fingers inside of your mouth, you suck on them and moan at the taste.

Your moans are muffled by his fingers as he begins to insert the tip, going all the way until only half was inside of you. Your eyes are closed shut from how good he stretched you out, pussy walls clenching around his dick after hearing him curse underneath his breath. Taking his fingers out of your mouth after sucking them clean, he goes right back to choking you right as he began to thrust his hips roughly into you. The way your body rocked with each and every thrust made the desk move and screech against the floorboard, making you grip onto the desk for dear life as he pounded into you unapologetically.

“Let’s take this back to your place~..” Shigaraki groaned out while the office morphed into a bedroom that looked exactly like yours. Instead of a desk, you were fucking on your bed now with the headboard banging against the wall. Gripping the back of your thighs, he pushes your legs down by your ears, folding you completely before he starts fucking you even harder now with the tip of his cock kissing your womb with each insertion.

For a murderer, he sure did whine a lot during sex. You didn’t mind though, his moans and whines were pretty and you were always into vocal men. The way your gummy walls grip onto him makes him cry out even more. Moving your legs over his shoulders, he places one hand on the headboard, and the other grips firmly on your tit.

“G-gonna cum, baby...”

He pants, voice cracking. Shigaraki buries his face in the nook of your neck and whispers in your ear.

“Take it, take it all!~”

His hips stutter a bit before filling you up to the brim with cum, some of it dribbling down onto the bed and making a small puddle. You whine after he pulls out.

“Sorry, but your alarm is about to go off. See ya around, doll~..”

Confused, you watch him disappear into nothing right before you’re woken up by your alarm.

Sitting up, you rub your eyes and realize where you were.

“Woah, what was that..” You sigh, rubbing your face before leaning over to turn your alarm off. Something didn’t feel right and you felt dirty. Flipping your covers off of you, you look down and see your panties have been shredded and globs of cum oozed out of you. Panicking, you scramble out of bed and run towards your bathroom. Looking into the mirror, you see bite marks and hickeys all over your neck.

At least you finally got some sleep

#horror AU #horror villain AU #shigaraki tomura #freddy krüger #nightmare on elm street #mha #bnha #jordy writes ✍🏾#tw: smut #x black reader

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