#reader x slasher

[ivanzplaid]

Feel totally free to ignore this but like Otis, Doomhead, The Grabber and Bo with a preferably male reader who has a huge praise kink and kind of hid it from them but they end up finding out? Thank you as always.

screaming shivering jumping up and down with excitment YES PLEASEEEE THANK YOUUU. all of these men. all of them. and this kink. youre a godsend i love you thank you thank you. i love these kinky requests

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

Slashers x M! Sub!Reader + Discovering a Praise Kink | Headcanons

Warnings: Nsfw undercut, slight obsessivness, sub!reader, dom!slashers, toy usage, cockwarming, edging, slightly rushed towards the end thats mb💔

Headcanons

The Grabber

you've been kidnapped by him long enough for you two to spend quality time together, more specifically when he lets you up to cook a meal with him, something really hands on

he's guiding you through one of his older cookbook recipes he has, rubbing your arm as you cut up pepper to put into a pan. something quiet and lowkey, just as he likes it

can feel like hes truly connecting to you, just as if you were a normal couple (though he already thinks of you two as that ...even if you are locked in his basement)

"You're doing so well dove, so smart, hm?"

your movements slightly sputter as you process what he said, but you keep going. your cheeks become hotter and a light laugh came out, but letting al know that you have a praise kink would be the death of you

his overbearing nature leads him to know almost everything about you, but you knew if he knew that, he'd never shut up about it, constantly using it against you in all situations, especially in his twisted little games he makes up

his natural vocabulary already makes it hard enough to function in his house, praising you for good behavior, coming up with little nicknames to toy around with, especially with his possessiveness he loves to think everything you do is beautiful, constantly saying things along the lines of

"What a good boy.. too good for anyone but me. You're all mine"

but it was when he massaged your shoulders and brought his head down to your ear that you realized he began to catch on. he was a much too observant man (and way too obsessed with you) to let any part about you go unnoticed

"You like it when I say that.. don't you? You like hearing me praise you, is that it?"

his voice was deeper and smooth, taunting you with his newfound knowledge

he is a very open man with his kinks, only being shy if theyre a bit harder than others. but discovering that you get off on hearing him praise you boosts his ego, he wants to use and abuse this immediately

he likes that this gives him a more dominant dynamic (more than he already has), he likes to know that hes in control, and can manipulate a situation to his liking because youll be at his knees if it means he'll fulfill your needs

he likes to believe that only he can make you feel this good, stroking your dick while saying how pretty you look for him, holding your chin and fucking you, going into detail about how hes so lucky to have someone as cock hungry as you are all for him

will torment you with this knowledge, thats how he is. he'll introduce it into the 'good boy' game, saying how 'only good boys would give in to me' and how youre his best tule follower, which comes with perks of its own

tries to make it so that praise is an even more sacred award, and using it to further youre relationship. good attitude and behavior? he'll fuck your throat while saying hes never felt this good, and how youre his best toy. been having an enjoyable evening upstairs without any suspicious actions? treating you by edging you and encouraging you to hold on for a bit longer, and how he'll make you feel so good if you keep that pretty moaning going

either way, he will use it against you to his advantage to get what he wants, because good boys follow what he says, and they end up getting the best rewards, round after round

"Aw.. I know you wanna cum, but baby just a little longer. You're sweet little moans for me will pay off soon, I promise."

Bo Sinclair

hes the king of most kinks without even realizing it, he says and does mostly whatever he pleases while he fucks you, but he does notice when you start to heat up and hide your face while he says how good youre taking him, and how god blessed him with the prettiest little toy

now bo doesnt jump to conclusions, he likes to wait it out and test it a few times to see if he's catchin all the signs first

his final test is having you sit with him as he works on a car in his shop, helping him out snd just being with him since he likes your company

"Ay darlin', be my saving grace and hand me my pliers right there,"

he'll pause snd wait for you to grab them, then finish the sentence with the bait

"Thats it.. right there. Listenin' to me so well, aintcha."

as a small smile creeps on your face, and the familiar submissive aura creeps up, he comes out from his work space and meets you halfway, walking with a certain confidence to his step, smiling at you like an asshole

"Well is that so.. you enjoy hearing me say how good you are? I see you getting all flustered, can't take it sweets?"

he'll slowly corner you and give you an evil looking smile as he speaks

"Well if this is somethin youre into, youre gonna hafta earn it toots. I don't let anything slip without some hard work out in by your pretty little face."

he wants to see how far he can take this, making it worth its while in the bedroom (or seeing if he can push it to something semi-public as well, teasing you about how good you look, and how its a shame that no ones out here to hear how cute your groans are as he fucks into you faster)

absolutely loves bejng the asshole he is and teasing you while also leaving you once youre needy for him, he wants to see you crawling to him, begging for him, because then he'll reward you for being such a loyal toy for him, praising you and calling you handsome as he strokes your dick painfully slow while keeping eye contact

will have you ride him as he gives you hickeys on your neck, tickling your neck with his hot breathe as he says how pretty you look taking him all in, fucking yourself against him

starts to incorporate the teasing throughout your day. whether it be meeting new visitors, standing next to you snd acting normal, yet leaning over to you slightly and saying how he could display to the visitors what a good boy you are for bo and bo only, making you his prize

like the grabber, is very veryyyy possessive, he rewards you when youre good for him with the praise, because your devotion and submission to him isnt only a need for a relationship, but because he gets so hard when you display those behaviors

Doomhead

realization definitely happened when he got home from 31. hes tired an annoyed and just wants to hold you then pass out to sleep. anticipating this, you set up the bed comfortable and began to run a warm bath for him

when he sees this he cant help but sigh and smile lightly, stroking your hair while showing his appreciation

"Youre so good for me, what would I do without you.."

your cheeks heat up, and assuming he'd be so tired he wouldnt notice, you let out a little deep breath before taking him to the bath

however, even in his most exhausted states, he notices the little things about you, because hes feels he needs to know what your feeling, especially for a peculiar reaction like this

"Somethin' wrong handsome?"

you realize that he caught on and quickly (and suspiciously) deny anything, leaving him wanting more, he knows that youre not sharing something, so he does what he does best, and becomes persistent about it. he knows its something embarrassing, so he wants to humiliate you by having you reveal it

the rest of the night is full of snarky comments and suggestive ideas, he wants to know what youre thinking at all times, and this torture will end sweetheart if you just admit it

some part of him already knows what it is, its just getting you to say it out loud so that he can give you your reward and praise after is the tough part. he wants you to say it snd to see you avoid eye contact and have your voice diminish so that he can bring you to the present with hoe much he'll pamper and treat you (and fuck you)

he is a kinkyyyy man, he loves to know all about you snd what makes you hard for him

when he finally gets you to say it, he cups your chin while making you hold eye contact, before crawling ontop of you snd caging you between his arms, smiling down like the smartass he is

"C'mon baby.. that wasn't so hard. I knew my perfect pet could do it."

he loves to include just a bit of demeaning / possessive phrases while praising you, he loves to flaunt his dominance & how obedient you are to him

will fuck you roughly into the bed while saying how good you look crying, taking him all in no matter what, because youre his, and hes so happy that its like that

will say how perfectly shaped you are for his cock, how his dick fits into your hole so perfectly, like you were made for him and only him. praises you on how tight you are and how your practically sucking his dick dry with how hard your keeping him

"Ohhh... fuck.. good boy. That's right, keep making those pretty little noises whenever I hit the right places. Tell me how good it feels when I fuck you."

very very vocal normally, so now he can channel that energy to somewhere else to heighten both of your experiences

loves to overstimulate you with praise & literal stimulation. guiding you through an orgasm with a vibrator in your ass while he toys with your dick, saying how your whines and moans might alert someone nearby, and why should they get to see his perfect angel all sprawled out, fucked snd drooling, looking all pretty

Otis Driftwood

otis is so great for this because he is so fucking horny and loves to have his dick in you just because, but he also has a more caring side to him during it, so he didnt have a suspicion, you outright admitted it to him in a heated moment

in his bed, late at night, sensual yet stimulating. hes having you cockwarm him while he strokes you, admiring how your body quivers at his touch snd how whiny you are, yet he shushes you and says itll take time, because he dictates your pleasure, but also because he wants to see how long you can hold out for

"Oh look at you baby, being so obedient for me. You're gonna look so nice when I fuck you so hard you won't be able to move an inch.."

that sends you over the edge, the stimulation and the moment, and his hands roaming you cause you to cum all over his chest

hes surprised, he knows he was teasing you snd giving you a lack of stimulation, but his words pushed you over the edge? well he'll just have to test it one more time

"Fuck handsome, cummin' on my chest just by some words? Too good for me, you just needed me so bad, huh?"

will change positions so that he can see how shy yet needy you get while he pounds into you and praises you, using this so that you two can go multiple rounds together, inducing overstimulation once again

he loves that youre into praise, because he loves to compliment and comment on your submissive nature, he feels it builds a nice and romantic feel to fucking

loves to see how much deprivation he can give countered with a shit ton of praise before you become a crumpled mess infront of him, begging him to put it inside you. he loves to see you beg for him, because he believes it shows how well hes trained you, and thats why you deserve to know how good you look when youre being face fucked with his cum dripping down your chin before noticing the hard on you have from it

can and will say how youre his little pet/his good boy, and how nobody elses moans, and no one else's ass could make otis as hungry as you make him

thinks its funny how shy you were with revealing your kinks, because hes very open about his, and is always willing to try more

will comment on hoe if hes gonna keep praising you, you need to stop being so flustered and let him see how cock drunk you are, snd that youre so beautiful when youre bouncing on his dick trying to chase your high, absolutely dumbified

#slasher #slashers #reader x slasher #slasher x reader #the grabber x reader #otis driftwood x reader #house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair #house of wax #bo sinclair x reader #doomhead #31 #doomhead x reader

[metize]

His Obsession (Danny Johnson - The Ghost Face- x AFAB!Reader) (NSFW

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Mildly Dubious Consent, You know how Danny is, Boot Worship, AFAB reader, Reader is a survivor, Degradation, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Dom/sub, Physical Abuse

Summary:

“My last trial was against Ghost Face”

“Oh, that guys sucks.” You groaned, “The worst part is the whole photography thing… It’s so… unnerving.” You couldn’t help but say your piece when they mentioned the killer. He had to be one of your least favorites to face. The way you had to always look behind you, the feeling of being watched, it was creepy.

“Photography thing?” Jake tilted his head “Like, when the picture he takes for his mori?”

“Uh… yeah but also every other time he’s taking pictures of you, when you’re screaming on the hook, when you’re crawling on the floor, you know? Those pictures?” You were a bit confused, your attempt to relate to them going over their heads.

“I don’t remember him doing that…” Dwight looked over at Nea who nodded.

“What do you mean? He’s always taking pictures of me, isn’t that something he does to everyone?”

or

Reader attracted the wrong kind of attention.

You were all sitting around the campfire as another group of four people returned from their trial, their faces were tired and you offered them a sympathetic smile.

“How did it go?” Jake asked Nea as she sat down, she shook her head and sighed.

“All sacrificed, bastard took us all to the basement…” she answered with annoyance in her voice.

“Who was it?” Ace chimed in.

“Ghost Face.”

“Oh, that guys sucks.” You groaned, “The worst part is the whole photography thing… It’s so… unnerving.” You couldn’t help but say your piece when they mentioned the killer. He had to be one of your least favorites to face. The way you had to always look behind you, the feeling of being watched, it was creepy.

“Photography thing?” Jake tilted his head “Like, when the picture he takes for his mori?”

“Uh… yeah but also every other time he’s taking pictures of you, when you’re screaming on the hook, when you’re crawling on the floor, you know? Those pictures?” You were a bit confused, your attempt to relate to them going over their heads.

“I don’t remember him doing that…” Dwight looked over at Nea who nodded.

“What do you mean? He’s always taking pictures of me, isn’t that something he does to everyone?” You ask nervously.

“Wait, wait, explain, he just takes pics of you all the time?” Nea smirked in amusement “That’s kind of hilarious, maybe you’re his muse.”

The others laughed along and so did you, you playfully push Nea and shook your head.

You and the other survivors keep talking and trying to ease the post-trial depression, you were smiling along with them but you couldn’t help but start zoning out thinking about the revelation that you were the only one facing Ghost Face’s camera all throughout the trials. He would hook you and quickly snap a picture, never shutting up about how pretty you looked bleeding out for him.

It was disgusting of course, but you didn’t take it personally because you assumed this creepy attitude extended itself to all survivors. The realization that it wasn’t the case sent shivers down your spine and a strange heat to your cheeks.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit flattered. You felt disgusted at yourself for feeling this way and immediately repressed the thought immediately. You were definitely not looking forward to your next trial with the masked man.

Alas, the Entity had a sick sense of humor. In your very next trial you were face to face with Ghost Face, not only that but you were the last one alive. You were running as fast as you could, he chased you down with his knife and you knew you were done for, you were never the best at evading killers in a chase. You vaulted over a window only to feel the blade of his knife slashing your back, you felt it again, the hit sending you straight to the ground.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love seeing you like this?” he said, wiping his bloodied knife on his sleeve before reaching for his camera. “On the ground writhing in pain completely at my mercy… let’s turn you over, show your pretty face to the camera, hm?”

He kicked your side and you whimpered as you rolled over with your back to the floor looking up at the man towering above you. “Beautiful… that’s it…” he breathed before pressing his leather combat boots on your chest, the pressure didn’t hurt but felt extremely humiliating. Worse yet, it was kind of hot. You looked away from him in shame, making him tut you in disappointment. He pushed his boot on your neck forcing your chin upwards and your gaze towards the camera again. “If you try to look away again I’ll gorge out your eyeballs, kitten”

“Just… kill me already, what are you doing?” You said through gritted teeth.

“Ah, you wound me, can’t I just enjoy our time together while it lasts?” His boot pressed harder against your chest now hurting you for real. “I just can’t get enough of you, you look so cute when you’re scared.”

“Oh I wound you? That’s rich.” You scoffed and that earned you a chuckle from him. He then crouched down and reached for your neck, just holding it as he straddled your body.

“You do and you should be more appreciative if you ask me,” his grip tightened, the rough fabric of his gloves bruising your skin as he did so, before letting go entirely. You gasped for air as he let go, coughing trying to catch your breath. “God… I just love watching you squirm,” he let his hands wander to your chest groping you through your clothes. You gasped feeling his touch reaching under your blouse.

“W-wait what are you doing?” You asked before moaning as he pinched your nipples.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he laughed at your reaction and reached for his knife and cut the fabric, annoyed at the barrier keeping him from you. “Aren’t you done pretending you don’t feel this?” he traced your skin lightly with the knife admiring the newly exposed area “This connection, this bond we share… don't you feel it?"

"You're insane…" you shook your head still trembling, he chuckled.

"Ah… you just need a bit convincing, I'm sure" he stabbed the ground right next to your face, making you shudder "because I feel it, baby. When I get to a trial and see your pretty ass crouching over a generator it makes me so happy. Hell, I even began visiting your little campsite just to watch you, you're driving me crazy…"

"W-wait, wait! Stop it!" You try to push him away again, but it was no use, he wouldn't budge. The struggle was annoying him so he grabbed your wrists and pushing them to the ground pinning you arms above your head.

"Look at you, you're trying so hard" his condescending tone pissed you off, you tried to kick him but you couldn’t angle yourself properly to manage a good hit. "Listen here." His other hand grabbed your throat, his tone was now dark. "I'm getting a little tired of your disobedience, kitten." He raised his hand before striking your face. The shock and the pain made you stop, feeling your whole body freeze. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, forcing you to suck on the gloved digit. "I know you're enjoying this, you know you're enjoying this. So stop. Making. A scene."

You looked away, you repeated to yourself that he was wrong, you weren’t enjoying this. But you were. A dark side of your mind reveled in the pain, in the humiliation, in the disparity of praise and punishment. The daze of having to confront these shameful feelings left you vulnerable for the man to stop restraining you, instead pulling down your pants. He touched you over your panties, you couldn't help but moan at his ministrations.

“I knew you’d give in, knew I could make you my slut.” He laughed at your predicament “Look at how wet you are for me, kitten.” He punctuated his phrase by moving your underwear to the side and plunging two fingers inside, you gasped at the intrusion “See how easily that went in?” His face was right next to yours, the words made you blush and hide your face.

He was loving your reactions, but he was impatient. He had waited for this, he’d been planning this so carefully, he came over pictures of your bloody exhausted body more time than he could count. He stripped you naked, exposing you completely to him before he pulled out his cock from his pants.

You felt the head press against your soaked entrance, you shivered in anticipation and couldn’t help but give him a pleading look. He filled you with a single thrust, his hand immediately moving to your neck, the stretch hurt, you hadn’t had anything going in there ever since you entered the fog. You screamed and he chuckled when you grasped his shroud for support as he started thrusting inside you.

“You’re mine, slut, your body belongs to me, your cunt belongs to me, you belong to me.” He growled, his movements were harsh and violent. He was possessive and at that moment you couldn’t help but believe his words.

His hand travelled down your body grabbing your breasts before pulling your legs over his shoulders. The new angle made you moan, as the pain started giving place to pleasure, you couldn’t keep your voice down, with pleased Danny immensely. “That’s right… Fucking scream for me.”

He grabbed your waist pulling your body to meet his thrusts, his cock now reaching your sweet spot and your clit begged for attention, the bundle of nerves getting teased every time your hips met. You were desperate, it had been too long, you shook your head in shame and disbelief. You couldn’t believe you’d let a killer fuck you, much less make you come. Ghost Face noticed it immediately.

“Take my mask off, slut, I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum.” Your eyes widened, you weren’t expecting him to actually allow you to see his face. He grunted as he picked up the pace “Do it, whore.”

You eagerly reached for the white mask pushing it upwards letting it rest on top of his hood. His face, you were looking at his face. The intimacy of the gesture left you speechless but more importantly, he was hot. His hair was short and messy, his eyes were sunken and his stare was manic. He looked like a mess, a fucking psycho, because that’s what he was. You hated yourself even more for finding him attractive, his lips curved into a pedantic smirk. His movements got frenetic and his hand reached to brush you clit, making you scream and beg him.

“Please, please, please…” You pleaded, the pleasure coursing through your veins felt like lava. Your pussy ached for release. “Please l-let me cum…”

“Shit… you’re already begging, I didn’t have to say a thing” He chuckled, the clear sound of his voice now unrestricted by the mask sent shivers down your spine “Do it, I want you to know who owns you, who’s making you feel this good, cum for me, slut.”

“Ah! Yes…!” A loud moan escaped your lips, the fluttering spikes of pleasure finally culminating into a bursting orgasm, your hands clutched into fists, the man’s clothes still in your grasp, as you tried to ground yourself. Danny didn’t stop thrusting, the sight of you cumming under him made him swear and bite his lip.

“Fuck, you look so fucking hot… My perfect little toy” He thrusted a few more times into your limp exhausted body before pulling out entirely. The action made you gasp and Ghost Face held your jaw open before getting his camera again. “Stay still… I want to remember this” He fucked his gloved fist, smearing your wetness to the fabric, he jerked himself to completion right on your face, his cum staining your face and your mouth managing to catch some droplets. His groans were accompanied with a chuckle satisfied of his work.

The camera flash blinded you for a second, as he photographed your deplorable state. That’s how he liked you best.

#slashers #dbd fanfic #dead by daylight #reader x slasher #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson x you #ghost face x reader #ghostface x reader #the ghost face x reader #reader x ghost face #dbd ghostface #dead by daylight ghostface

[nuggiebugge]

Norman Bates

This is a general headcanon request from the lovely graveyard_fairiez

(Go look at their work, its so amazing istg. They have a slasher drabbles book, go read it.)

Sleeping

he would sleep on his stomach in a starfish position

Or he would like, wrap his entire body around a body pillow

He is a sleepwalker, you're gonna have to put a collar with a bell on him lol

Lock all doors at night, and invest in a refrigerator lock, he likes to sleep raid

He is known to go out at night and switch into his mother, hopefully you get to him before he goes too far outside

Favorite foods

i think he would really like Italian food

Lasagna babe

He would like to make you spaghetti for dates, he's a hopeless romantic

(Low key he would love to recreate that lady and the tramp scene)

Other than that, he would also really love Asian bbq.

Take him to an authentic Japanese bbq place and he will love you forever

Habits/ quirks

he has a really bad habit of picking his nails, get him some gloves

He likes to talk to his taxidermy if he’s feeling lonely, go give him a hug :( my baby

If he's bored, he's gonna munch on something random. Like, a piece of plastic he found or a piece of wood, little nasty man.

If he finds something off centered, it just irks him to a point that he has to make it perfect. If a picture frame is even slightly off, he is centering every frame in the hotel.

His idea of a date

his mama raised him right. He is either cooking his s/o something completely from scratch, or he's taking them out to dinner. Split the bill? Are you crazy?Let you tip? No. He’s tipping.

Sweet baby might take you out for a romantic picnic later on in your relationship, take you to a clearing in the woods near his hotel.

He would make you chocolate covered strawberries, and feed them to you like royalty (because you are, tf?)

Animals

He is a cat guy, enough said.

He prefers animals to be stuffed, but cats are the exception

They are s cute and fluffy

He thinks hairless cats are scary

Dogs are also scary

He hates small dogs like chihuahuas or corgis

Those little bastards are so mean

Movies

his favorite type of show or movie unironically would be chic flicks, or cheesy romance

A sucker for twilight movies

He likes sappy cavity sweet movies like marley.

Music 🎶

i have a feeling he loves velvet core music

Or reggae music

Bob Marley be hittin

If you're a metalhead like Moi, he will totally head bang with you!

He loves all kinds of music, velvet and reggae are his favorites though.

#norman bates #psycho #headcanon #headcanons #reader x slasher #slasher #murderer #this man #why did i do this #this was a mistake

[cannibal-cuisine]

Wordcount: 675 | Bubba x reader implied | References to canon violence | SFW |  As usual, if you’re under 18 DO NOT interact with this blog (includes likes, reblogs, follows), you will be blocked. Please respect my boundaries.

Under the cover of darkness you make a half-hearted effort to flee, but do you really want to escape your captors?

- - -

Even on the happiest of days the farmhouse feels more akin to a graveyard than a home. One can't turn their head without some reminder of death - whether it be animal or human - and outside is hardly any different. A passerby could easily mistake the farm as being utterly abandoned at first glance, the distant crumbling barn and rusted tools littering the property tell the story of a day long, long passed, when it's denizens enjoyed life and prosperity.

While daylight might spark folksy tales of old-time farm living in one's imagination, nighttime is a different experience. Indeterminate shapes cast harsh shadows all around you, and the outline of the house feels imposing even as the glow of the sole porchlight grows smaller and smaller with each step you take.

(Keep reading.)

#slashers #slasher fandom #reader x slasher #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #mine #artee tries writing

[valluvslana]

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#girlblogging #let me live in my delusions #masked men #slashers #slasher x reader #bubba sawyer #michael myers #Jason #just girl stuff #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre game #leatherface #Ghostface #thomas hewitt #i can fix them

[illusioninfnty]

day 15 ; keeping quiet

↠ billy loomis x reader x stu macher

fandom: scream word count: 3.9k warnings: nsfw 18+, gf!billy and stu, DUBCON, semi-public sex, homoerotic undertones, mentions of gore, cheating, degradation, dirty talk, thigh fucking, double penetration, knife play if you squint, gagging, unprotected sex, creampies, cumplay, cum eating, fingering, my stu bias definitely shows sorry guys

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You weren’t really much of a party person, and all of your friends were aware of that. It was why none of them gave much resistance to the idea of you slipping away.

Stu’s house was insanely crowded, more than his usual parties. It was obviously because of the recent killing spree by the mysterious masked killer who had yet to be caught. Your general anxiety in loud spaces mixed with that of the unknown killer running around had you even more paranoid.

“Be careful!” Sidney calls out and Tatum waves as you make your way up the staircase. You send a small smile back as you weave your way through drunk teenagers stumbling all around, looking for more drinks.

You’ve been in Stu’s house plenty of times, having been friends with him for years at this point. You make a beeline straight for his bedroom, hoping that no one was in there hooking up so you could have a quiet place to decompress. 

You knock loudly on his door, pressing your ear against it as the loud music and teens make it hard to hear inside. There’s no answer to your knowledge, and you slowly peek your head in.

No one is in the room, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You shut the door behind you and plop down on Stu’s bed, laying yourself out in a heap of exhaustion.

A bang from somewhere inside the room startles you, making you jump up from your seat. You notice that Stu’s closet door is slightly ajar, and figure that something inside fell down. You make your way over, the closet creaking as you open it.

A gasp leaves your lips and you step back after seeing what it was that fell.

It was one of the ghostface masks. 

You slowly back away, eyes wide in disbelief with what you were seeing. No. It wasn’t possible, right? Stu couldn’t have been the killer; it made no sense. You bend down and cautiously pick up the mask.

It looks like your average store-bought cheap costume accessory. You inspect it closer, but bring a hand up to your mouth and almost drop the mask when you see what’s stained on it.

Small flecks of blood, all spattered across the edges.

The sound of the door creaking has you throwing the mask back into the closet and slamming the door, chest heaving as you pretend as though you weren’t searching through it.

In walks Stu, his trademark grin spread wide across his face. 

“Now what are you doing in here?” he teases suggestively and wiggles his eyebrows. He closes the door and leans against it.

But clearly you’re not very good at hiding your emotions, because the smile instantly drops from Stu’s face. “Have you been…snooping in my things?”

You bite your lip and can feel your heart drop in your chest. “What? No! I just came in here to rest.” Your voice sounds incredibly shaking and you know there’s no way he’s buying it.

Stu’s eyes narrow, and he stalks closer to you. You back away in return, but his long strides make it difficult to put distance between the two of you. “I think you’re lying to me.”

He utters out your name in a warning tone. At this point, you know, he knows you know, and you know he knows you know that he’s the Ghostface killer. You make a feeble attempt to duck past Stu and make a run for it, but he grabs your arm and pulls you against his chest, completely restraining you.

You try your best at escaping. You pound on his chest, wiggle in his grip, and even try biting him. That fails miserably and Stu slaps his large palm against your mouth, preventing you from screaming for help.

He drags you over to the bed, and you start to kick your heels against his legs. You aren’t sure what he’s capable of anymore. Is this the moment you die? Is Stu going to kill you? You let out a choked sob underneath his palm, clawing at his hand but to no avail.

You push back against him with all of the force of your body, yet Stu remains solid. “Be quiet,” he mutters in your ear. 

And then you feel it. On your backside, you can feel Stu getting hard. You whimper in fear, and your body goes limp. But he clearly notices that you could feel it, and he chuckles darkly.

“Got me excited with all that struggling, babe.” He shamelessly rubs himself against you, his erection fully hard beneath his pants now.

Despite the terror that you feel in that moment, you couldn’t help but moan silently.

You would be lying if you said you never thought of hooking up with your friend. Stu was hot, he was funny, and if Tatum was a reliable source, he also had a huge dick.

If fucking Stu could save you from death, you would gladly let him use you however he wished.

You quickly concoct a plan in your head—a lame one, but a plan—to seduce Stu in an attempt to hopefully convince him not to kill you afterwards.

Before you can even attempt to put your plan into action, the bedroom door creaks open. “Shit,” you hear Stu mutter under his breath. Both you and him turn together, and in walks Billy, sauntering as he usually does.

He pauses and raises an eyebrow as he surveys the position you and Stu are in.

“Did I interrupt something?” Billy smirks, his eyes going dark. You look up through your eyelashes at Stu, who presses you closer to him, as if warning you not to signal for help. He shakes his head at Billy.

“She knows, man.”

Your body goes completely rigid in Stu’s grip. A chill runs down your spine.

Billy was involved in this Ghostface shit too? Well, that actually surprised you less than Stu. Billy was kind of a horror junkie in secret, even rivaling Randy, and he always had this strange look in his eye whenever he thought no one was looking.

His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches. “Oh?” 

The tone in his voice is sinister, much different than what you’ve heard from him before.

He strides over, pulling out a knife from his pocket and holding it out towards you.

You shriek, but it comes out all muffled. You try to tilt your head away from where Billy points the knife to your chin, but Stu keeps his hand solid, forcing your head forward.

He clicks his tongue at you, teasing you for your failed attempts to escape.

“I really didn’t want to kill you now, sweetheart, but I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

Tears gather in your eyes, threatening to fall. You still helplessly struggle against Stu’s grip, choking back sobs. You so desperately want Stu to release his hand, want to beg the two of them to keep you alive. You’re two seconds away from sounding like you belong in a bad porno that the boys rent from the video store where the woman says please! I’ll do anything!

But you don’t need to do any of that. Because before Billy starts slicing and dicing and stabbing at you, he backs away and looks Stu up and down. He then barks out a laugh.

“What, did chasing her around get you all stiff?”

Stu grins cheekily and grinds his erection up against your butt. You let out a surprised moan under his palm, grabbing onto his forearm. “You know I’ve always wanted to fuck her, man.”

Billy eyes shift between you and Stu, before pausing on you. A smirk slowly grows across his features until it morphs into a toothy grin. You can see the way his cock begins to twitch in his jeans and your heart sinks into your stomach.

“I’m not going to let you fuck her alone tonight.”

As if Stu was waiting this whole time for Billy’s approval, the hand that was restricting your mouth moves off and down to his jeans. Before you can even think about opening your mouth, Billy brings the knife back up your face, right under your chin forcing you to keep your mouth closed and head tilted up to meet his eyes.

“If you say a word I’ll cut your throat open and stick my cock in it.” He imitates the motion of slicing the knife across your throat. 

You swallow harshly and can’t control the way you tremble under Stu’s hold. But the depraved part of you has your core throbbing, at the carnal lust that fills his eyes, so desperately wanting them both to get to fucking you sooner rather than later. 

Scoffing in his face, you try your best to put up a calm front. “Are you guys all bark and no bite? All I hear is talking but no action.”

“Oh you’ll be getting action soon, baby.” You can feel Stu’s erect cock rubbing against your backside and the way that his arousal stains your shirt. His hand holds it at the base as he guides it between your legs, slowly fucking you between your thighs. You look down to see the bulging red tip of his cock leaking beads of precum as it penetrates the plush skin of your legs with every thrust.

Billy takes his knife and slices your skirt right down the middle, the two pieces falling to shreds at your feet.

“Yeah, there it is!” Stu yells as his long fingers poke and prod at your pussy through your underwear until it soaks the fabric through. “All nice and wet for us now.”

He moves the material to the side of your puffy lips and without so much as a warning sticks his cock right inside.

“Oh fuck,” you moan out as quietly as you can with the intense pleasure. It slides in easily with how wet you’ve gotten over the past couple of minutes. You arch your back into Stu as his long cock bullies its way inside of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

Stu begins thrusting immediately, the sounds of your skin slapping together being the loudest thing in the room.

“Such a dirty little slut,” Stu’s voice teases, laughter evident in his tone. His arm around your waist holds you up as he pounds into you at lightning speed, bouncing you up and down his cock. Your feet lift off the ground ever-so-slightly as he pulls you up. “But I guess I’m kind of a slut to. Always wanted to fuck you like this.”

Through your lust-filled haze, you can see Billy stroking himself through his boxers, jeans already unzipped and pulled down. He stares at both you and Stu and where the two of you connect. 

“You gonna join man?” Stu lifts you up under your thighs. The action lifts your feet up in the air and exposes your pussy directly in Billy’s line of view. Stu pulls his cock out enough so just the head remains inside, and starts fingering around your lips.

You gasp at the sensation, your arms gripping his own and your walls clenching down desperately onto him. Stu’s fingers make a v shape and pull your lips open wide. “There’s plenty of room for you in here.” 

“N-no!” You sob out, clawing at Stu and kicking your legs. The implication is not subtle at all, and the fear has you clenching even tighter onto him. There was no way that you could fit both of them in your pussy. Stu’s cock is already thick and fills you completely; you don’t think you could take another one without breaking.

Billy continues to palm himself above his underwear, the head of his cock poking out from the elastic band. “Fuck yeah, now your speaking my language!”

“No! Billy!” You shake your head wildly, tears threatening to fall from your swollen eyes. “Stop! It won’t fit!”

He rolls his eyes and takes his hard cock out of his boxers, pumping it with a few solid strokes. “Stop complaining.” 

“He’ll make it fit,” Stu giggles from behind you.

A strangled sound leaves your lips, a mix between a choke and a sob. You’re powerless in Stu’s hold as he moves your limbs every which way he pleases. He never lets up in his thrusts, his stamina completely insatiable, and it doesn’t feel like he’s stopping any time soon.

You have no choice but to lay helpless as Billy guides his cock into your wet hole, pushing against Stu’s. The stretch from the two of their massive lengths is painful, and you bite the outside of your hand as an attempt to soften your cries.

“Fuck,” Billy moans, slotting himself fully inside of you. His eyes squeeze shut and his head is thrown back in pleasure. Your hands press against his chest to stabilize yourself. 

Your eyes roll back as you start moaning audibly, his cock stuffing you full alongside Stu’s. 

“None of that.” Billy slaps a hand over your mouth and digs his fingers into your cheek. “If any one of those sleazebags outside hears those moans I’ll have to kill them and fuck you over their dead body.”

His voice is deep, gravely, and completely serious—you believe him in his entirety. You nod rapidly under his hold. You don’t want the death of anyone to be on your hands, no matter how annoying they are.

“Good. Now stay quiet.”

Billy and Stu take turns fucking themselves up into you. They give you any chance for a break, when one pulls their length almost completely out, the other shoves it in. They take turns pounding themselves into you. Your walls clench hard around them, being stretched to the brim. It takes all your power not to cry out from the pain and pleasure, but the fear from Billy’s unpredictably overpowers all other emotions. 

Billy seems to be caught up in the haze of his own arousal, fingers digging in the skin of your hips as he thrusts his cock in and out of you rhythmically. He groans. “Forgot what it’s like to fuck a tight, wet hole. Sidney still hasn’t put out yet.”

Your body instantly freezes at Billy’s words. In the midst of all the chaos that involved finding out that two of your friends were active serial killers, both of them have been wanting to fuck you, and both of them actually proceeding to fuck you, you were ashamed to admit that you completely forgot about your the rest of your friends downstairs. Sidney and Tatum, two of your closest friends, were partying just below you and were blissfully unaware that you were in fact not resting from the partying, but instead getting your hole absolutely destroyed by their boyfriends just a couple hundred feet away.

The reality of your situation comes back to you and the dread starts to sink in. Instinctively, you begin thrashing your body all around, causing as much commotion as you can. Your nails end up scratching Stu on his arm. “Ow!” he whines out, but it’s a cross between a whimper and a turned on moan. He bites your neck in retaliation. “I like ‘em feisty, you know. Really gets my dick goin’.”

Billy, on the other hand, doesn’t take your failed act of defiance so lightly. His hand reaches up and squeezes your cheeks as he pulls your face close to him, not letting up with the pistoning of his hips.

“Not. A. Word.” Every syllable is spoken individually, heavily gritted out through clenched teeth. At that moment, an array of muffled voices is heard right outside the bedroom door. Billy and you turn to the source of the noise at the same time. Billy turns back to you first. “You know what happens if they walk in,” he trails off darkly, and out of the corner of your eye you can see the glint of his knife as it rests on the side table, within an arm's reach from him. If he wanted to, he could easily slip himself out of you and kill the unsuspecting partygoers within mere seconds.

He buries himself back inside of you as you say that, the two of their cocks fighting for their spots inside of your restrictive walls. Billy and Stu moan in unison at the feeling, both of you gripping onto them and the way they feel pressed up against each other.

As hopeless as your situation may seem in the end, you try to make due with what you have and not let the guilt consume you. There’s nothing you can do about it now unless you want multiple people to wind up dead. It’s fairly easy to erase your mind of anything other than the two guys currently surrounding you, whose relentless thrusts make your vision go white and limbs go numb.

Stu attaches himself onto your neck, no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys that’ll last for days. You lean your head back into him, giving him more access to the area. His long tongue licks all around the area, sending shivers down your spine.

His mouth eventually makes its way up to your own and Stu covers it, kissing you with great fervor. His tongue slides into your mouth, swirling it around with your own tongue. The kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated, but it feels perfectly like him. It’s intimate as he massages your tongue and brings his hand up to cup your jaw. In that single moment, you can pretend like your new revelation didn’t exist and that this is just a sensual moment between you and your friend, who’s kissing you like his life depends on it.

But that’s not the case, as Billy brings you back to reality once again. He spanks your ass which has you gasping into Stu’s mouth and your eyes opening wide.

Spit dribbles out the side of your mouth as Stu finally lets up, moaning into your jaw. He gives your neck a big kiss before sucking another hickey into it. “I can be romantic sometimes,” he whispers teasingly into your ear, causing you to shiver.

Billy and Stu pound into you, even harder than before if possible, their hips snapping up against your body.

You know that your orgasm is fast approaching, the various simulations making you feel desperate for a release.

“Please, please, please, please,” your voice is hoarse as you whisper out in a breathy tone to keep as quiet as possible.

“Yeah? You want our cum inside of you?” Billy coaxes you, but you can tell that he’s just as close to reaching his peak as you are given the uneven rhythm of his ruts, pushing slightly against the pattern he had set with Stu.

You nod your head as much as you can, your vision going blurry with the speed you move it. You can feel Billy’s cock throb furiously in you and it's enough to make you reach your own orgasm before him, clapping a hand over your mouth as to not alert your presence to anyone outside.

Billy’s orgasm follows your own soon after, with a strangled moan leaving his lips as his hot cum releases all inside you. The mix of your two juices allows for easier movement within your walls, and after he’s done climaxing Billy slides out of you with ease.

But Stu is nowhere near stopping.

With the result of your’s and Billy’s releases aiding him, Stu ruts himself even further into you. He manhandles you so that instead of your previous position of being twisted in the air as Stu stands behind you, he throws you down on top of the bed and climbs on top of you, humping into you from behind with a newfound vigor.

“Finally get you to myself for a bit,” Stu grits out of his teeth as his hips piston at an immeasurable speed.

You can’t speak at this point, completely cockdrunk from the brunt of the thrusts you’re taking. Stu’s broad body completely engulfs your form as he pounds you into the bedsheets. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, only low whimpers and droll being produced from it.

You can hear the squelching of your pussy, the result of Billy’s cum and your juices, as Stu pounds his cock as far as it reaches. You can feel the release escape the sides of your pussy lips with the brunt of Stu’s thrusts and you can’t help but whine softly as some of the warmth and fullness from the cum leaves your body.

Stu’s hand runs through your hair until he grabs it at the base. He pushes your head down completely into the bed, using much more pressure than what was needed. The force of it causes your ass to arch further into him as he presses his front fully against your back, curving his form as if morphing to the shape of your hunched and fucked out form.

“Now that’s a nice view,” he groans out, one hand at the root of your hair and the other pawing at your ass.

Animalistic grunts leave Stu’s mouth and you can feel as he reaches the cusp of his orgasm. Curses leave his lips as he finally cums, pushing himself inside you as deep as he can and hitting parts never reached before. You can feel the jets of his hot release inside of you as it comes out in huge, thick spurts.

When Stu finally leaves your walls, the mix of all three of your orgasms comes flowing out, making you moan at the loss of the fullness from all three of you.

“C’mon now, push it all outta you,” Billy’s voice calls out from across the room, speaking up from his previous silent observer role as he recovered from his own peak.

You obey, squeezing as much as you can with your weak body. You can feel globs of cum escape your entrance, cooling as it runs down your thighs and onto the sheets below you.

You flinch as you feel Stu’s fingers scoop some out of you, and the smacking of his lips indicates he tasted it. You moan, only able to picture what the scene looks like.

“Oh? You want some?” Stu’s fingers hastily appear in front of you. The fingers from his other hand pull your mouth open and he shoves the cum covered ones inside, making you gag instantly. He rams them in and out of your mouth, barely giving you any time to properly suck on the cum. Flecks of the fluid fly out of your mouth along with your own saliva. Tears fall without a warning, your gag reflex working overtime.

Stu’s fingers fuck your mouth until all of the cum is virtually gone from them. When he finally pulls them out, your body completely collapses. It trembles furiously from all the overstimulation, unable to hold itself up.

Stu gives you a big wet kiss on your cheek and slaps his now-limp cock onto your bare ass. You can only whimper in response, your body too heavy to move any part of it right now. Your vision is blurry, but through it you manage to make out Billy, with his sweaty complexion and rumpled clothes back on his body, talking down to you.

“You stay put until we can get everyone to piss off. We’ll be back for round two.”

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[rosytintedlights]

Whenever I’m sad I think about the fact that Michael Myers does have a sense of humor because this fucker absolutely put on a sheet and some glasses and was like ‘this will be the greatest prank on planet earth just u fuckin wait’

AND IT WORKED SHE HAD NO FUCKIN CLUE

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[ilovelosermen69]

Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction

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[ivanzplaid]

I saw those praise headcanons and it reminded me of an idea I’ve been sitting on for awhile.

A male reader who brings up the idea of spanking to Lawrence Gordon, Peter Strahm, Patrick Bateman, and Bo Sinclair.

The readers kinda shy and nervous about it too. I’ve just been sitting on this brain rot for awhile and I wanted to share it.

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LOVE YOU CASSETTE ANON YES OF COURSE. i love when yall share the brainrot with me because when i see these requests i literally jump with joy, share all ur thoughts with me i love this idea sm😭😭😭 these characters are perfect too because we have a nice mix between stern and classy to rough hungry and im literally screaming running around thinking about this THANK YOUUU. also im labeling this group as slashers even though all dont fall under the category, its just easier this way

my progress got deleted halfway thru bo's section so im so sorry if its sloppy i was just fedddd up w tumblr

requests are open, masterlist is up!!

Slashers x M!reader + Introducing Spanking | Headcanons

Warnings: nsfw undercut, dirty talk, man handling, praise & degradation, caring!lawrence & bo (but also some mean!dom! energy.. just how its gotta be), dom!slashers, sub!reader, punishments, we all expected mean!patrick lets be real here

Lawrence Gordon

lawrence loves to hear any ideas you have, he thinks its healthy to share new ideas and experiences with eachother. yet he also gets a slight suspicion that youre holding out on him the next time youre in the bedroom, he knows you well and can memorize your body language, so when he sees you avoiding eye contact and talking in a hushed or awkward manner, he wants to know whats going through your mind

he'll lay down and have your head on his chest while he plays/pats your hair, trying to ease you into saying it, snd is pleasantly surprised with your answer

"Tell me whats wrong darling, speak to me."

"I was thinking.. maybe we could, try something new? We don't have to do this if you don't want to, its fine, but, could we try spanking?"

his eyes meet yours and he sees how reluctant you were to telling him. as his hands find your chin, angling it up to meet his eyes, he smiles and says sure, whatever will give you a better experience is something hes willing to try

he thinks its funny how nervous you were, since hes open about a lot of things. hes a stern and classy dom, utilizing punishments and keeping himself composed a lot, he likes to see how youre such a mess when hes commanding over you, how his slight touch and gaze make you whimper

loves to see your vulnerability, he wants to see you exposed and at his will, he wants you to be vocal for him and show him how much you love it, it fuels his ego and reassures that he isnt doing anything wrong (because in the end hes still lawrence, and he cares about you more than his own life)

will mock you as he does it, it is a punishment after all. loves to see how obedient or defiant you are during and after, he likes to make you seem pathetic for your reactions

"What? Can't take it? Oh but handsome we just started.."

will have you count how many times he does it, he wants to hear your voice sputter and moan, it will get him hard and he will use it against you ( using it as an excuse to fuck you hard, saying that "he couldnt resist your lewd and obscene moans" )

loves to force you to look at him as he does it, he wants to see that pretty face of yours, whether you cry, whine, or try to hide your face

does that thing where every time you squirm or move on him, he chuckles darkly saying "Oh Baby, you're making it so hard for me to not hold you down right now.. and just show you some fucking manners.."

he is seconds away from making you cockwarm him as he laughs at your attempts to get off. he will overstimulate you by slowly stroking your dick and then going "ah-ah-ah.. you have to stay still, its still a punishment"

he loves to stroke or pat your hair as he spanks you, he loves to feel you flinch as he inflicts pain. after he does it, he'll rub your tender spots and say how well you took them, and how pretty you sounded as you did (or, if you were bratty, how depraved and pathetic of a sight you were)

he'll take such good care of you, giving you proper aftercare and everything, but for now, hes got you ass up, displayed nice and neat for him

Patrick Bateman

hes more than excited you are, as he is more into impact play/things along that line. he just loves to see how your body contorts to his advances and how his fingers just gently gliding across your ass make you whine, both from how tender it is and because his touch is so gentle you need it

he also thinks its hilarious that you were nervous about asking, because hes a pretty dominant/open man, hes into some kinky shit, and hes not afraid to talk about it.

he will mock you about being nervous, then taunt you with that fact, making the experience all the more exciting/intense, just as he'd prefer. he will rub your face softly and say how delicate and precious you look, and say that this for the better, then begin spanking you

"Darling-Darling.. don't cry now. I'm not even close to being finished."

his voice is always smooth and calm, which coupled with his confident exterior, is terrible for you. he will stroke you and play with your ass while he spanks you. putting a cockring around your dick if he knows youre getting too close to cumming when he spanks and teases you, he needs you to be ready for him after, when he has you gripping at the bedsheets while he fucks and degrades you

is honestly a slight menace when it comes to things like this, he'll talk you through the spanking snd make sure that youre whiny and rubbing up against him for more, he gets off by seeing the physical effects of his work, making him hard asl

"Good Boy.. thats right, take what I give you.."

likes for you to make eye contact, and will grip your chin just to face him so he can see your face give out a pathetic moan (may even take a photo.. just for safe keeping)

and he will be mean about that, asking if his personal slut couldnt take what he asked. in a mocking tone he'll say if he should go lighter next time, or if you like it hard since you moaned his name the entire time

will have you suck his dick after, because he thinks you enjoyed it too much, and if he did all that for you, he should get something in return. but dont worry, he'll guide you and say how your mouth was meant for his cock and his cock only, and how well you take him, especially after how sore you are

he notices you staying off/putting less pressure on your ass as you suck him off, and it makes him proud. the whole kink makes him proud, because hes happy to see his hand prints on you, knowing that his gorgeous boyfriend took it, and thanked him after for it, thats his art

i wouldnt be shocked if he had some handcuffs or toys.. he experiments and he pulls hoes so. but because of this, he may incorporate some bondage in and handcuff your wrists/ankles to the bedposts, having your stomach on the bed, and then deliver the spanking there.. he likes to see the cuffs rattle and your body shake

would obviously have you count as he spanks you, not because hes tryna be classy like lawrence, but because he knows you cant, and likes to hear your voice die out the moment he starts, and he will go on and on, having you count to the 10's, 20's, and if he thinks youve deserved it, 30's

"C'mon sweetheart.. don't stop counting. What number am I on?"

aftercare is exquisite, taking absth and applying some nice little lotion, just so he can abuse you the same the day after

Bo Sinclair

hes also a bit of a rough yet concerned man. he wants to try this out, because it lets out his sadistic side a bit more, but if he could get lost in the pleasure he gets from it, or, if he hears genuine pain from you, he gets anxious. he'd never want to actually hurt you, but if you give him the go ahead, he indulges in it. something about seeing you like prey under him makes him go nuts

is like an animal when he loses control, he will make you cry, he eants to see you beg for him to keep going (or for him to stop), he wants to see how much he can break you before your all fucked out beneath him

he lowkey likes having control and dominance over another guy, it really boosts his ego, definitely some uncovered trauma but either way, seeing you whimper from what he gives you gives him a massive hard on

will ask you teasing snd taunting questions just to get you to cry out and squirm. sayin something like "Are you likin' it doll? Or should I just stop and leave ya all needin' for me.."

please moan his name, because he will not only spank you harder, and rub where the tender spots are, but after he will lay down, have you sit on his dick and shove himself inside of you as hard as he can. hes gonna show you a reward you get for sayin his name all pretty like that

he loves to put you into doggy style and spank you as he fucks you, its his favorite thing for easy access

he also loves to objectify you, using nicknames like "pet, toy, doll, etc."

"Ah ah.. look at me, keep your eyes on me sweets. It's not that hard." he says this as he literally pounds the shit out of your ass, gripping your chin so that you cant look away

speaking of this, he loves to force you to look at him. he cannot get enough of it. he wants to see your every move, every way you contort, and every sound you make, because he needs your reactions

he wants you to touch snd to grab him while he spanks you. him imagining you gripping his thighs or having you sucking him off will result in a spank of encouragement, his little treat. he loves it, he wants to feel you on him

also loves overstimulation while spanking you.. find his hands wandering and stroking your dick, or massaging your ass while he spanks you to increase your pleasure

out of the bedroom he continues this behavior. if youre in his shop helping him, he'll tap your ass before squeezing it, loving how shocked you get at his roughness in public

"Theres my little pet.. takin' this spanking all too well.. almost like you want me to make your ass more tender than it is!"

loves to ask you rhetorical questions to tease and taunt you. he wants to see you get all worked up over his nothing, his voice lingering in your ears to belittle you. he'd ask "oh sweets.. was that too hard? would you want me to be nicer? cause that pathetic moan you let out tells me a different story.."

is all for having you be loud and proud with your cries, god knows he gets loud, whether its dirt talk, grunting, or even a deeper growl, he does it, so he wants to hesr all those pretty sounds you have for him

he really loves to have you beg for him, something about having you so needy that you cannot restrain yourself makes him lose it. he wants you to cry, whine, beg, or stutter his name and beg for whatever he'll give you. because after that, hes fucking you so hard jnto the bedsheets, having you grip onto them with no signs of stopping. and trust that every plead is another spank, with him going "oh.. my dirt little toy loves it when I use their body snd treat them like the pathetic slut they are?"

is all for rubbing your tender spots and seeing your body jump from the feel of his calloused fingers running over you. he sometimes intentionally slaps the same soot because he needs to hear that lewd moan come from your mouth that makes him so hard

Peter Strahm

now he is a very stressed pent up man, he doesnt have a lot of outlets, so when his boyfriend introduces the idea, he looks into it for a bit before acting on it, hes not a really kinky guy

however, once he figures everything out, hes all for it. he finds a way to express his frustration sexually, seeing you under him as he fucks into you, moaning for his touch, it is therapeutic for him

he loves how his rings add a bit of a sting when they spank you, he loves how the specific marks on them show up and how you whimper, and honestly he loves to hold you down when he does it

the control he finally feels is a much different type of control than what he has at work. this control is stress free, he doesnt feel like he has a weight on his shoulders from conditions or cases he isnt meeting. he feels totally, and indescribably in power, and it turns him on so much more

hes never really experimented with kinks before, so expect him to find a new type of bliss with this. hes going to be as into this as you are, stroking your cheek with his pointer finger as he pleases both you and him

is more into praise than degradation, loves to say how pretty and sweet his boyfriend is. "My good little boy is taking it so well.. you cant get enough of me."

really loves to have you facing towards a mirror while he does it, he wants to see your face and he wants you to see how you look. having his dick slide in and out of you, your moaning face unnable to form any sentences, seeing his hand come up, only to roughly come down on your ass while he says how perfect you look

wants the verbal affirmation of how good it feels, he gets off on how he knows that hes doing good, that you cant help but tell him how good it feels

"There he is.. thats my boy. Thats right, take it, youre doing so well."

wants to have his hands all over you when he fucks and spanks you. on your thighs, on your shoulders, on your hips, or even spreading your ass to get the perfect view for his work

this section is so short im so sorry but it literally got deleted after i SAVED it so i gave up a little😭

thinks the way that you squirm when he holds your hips down/chokes you is hot, he loves to feel you moving and struggling for more against him

#lawrence gordon #lawrence gordon x reader #saw #sawposting #peter strahm #peter strahm x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #american psycho #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x reader #slashers x reader #reader x slasher #slasher x reader

[cillivnz]

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 ʻ𝟐𝟑

[𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯]

𝗗𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 — 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉．

the slashers involved may not be categorised into the same, conventionally, but i will be writing for psychotic murders! ⋇⋆❦⋆⋇

WRITING FOR

𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗠𝗬𝗘𝗥𝗦， 𝗝𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗩𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦， 𝗕𝗢 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥， 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗧 ／ 𝗝𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗛 "𝗕𝗨𝗕𝗕𝗔" 𝗦𝗔𝗪𝗬𝗘𝗥， 𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥， 𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗛𝗠𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗘， 𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 [𝘽𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙔／𝙎𝙏𝙐／𝙈𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝙔 ＆／𝙊𝙍 𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖲 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗]， 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗， 𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗬 𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗟， 𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗘 𝗚𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗡， 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗡

BONUS [CREEPYPASTA]

𝗘𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸， 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻， 𝙅𝙚𝙛𝙛 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 ／ 𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿， 𝗧𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗶－𝗧𝗼𝗯𝘆， 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿， 𝗝𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗼𝘆𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿， 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸

RULES FOR REQUESTS

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MASTERLIST

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PLAYLIST

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#𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 ​ʻ𝟐𝟑 #sin sixx’s sexember #october #november #september #slasher masterlist #slasher season #horror #kinktober #gore #reader x slasher smut #reader x slasher #horror smut #smut #requests forever open #ghostface #michael myers #halloween #friday the 13th #creepypasta #american psycho smut #cillivnz

[gremlingottoosilly]

Virgin!Reader who was about to have their first experience with their boyfriend before being stopped by Slasher!Konig

So sweet, so precious. It was a romantic getaway - you and your asshole of a boyfriend finally getting it on in a cabin deep in the wilderness. It was supposed to be a romantic moment, something to remember - how your boyfriend finally listened to you pleas to be romantic and cute instead of a generic fuckboy he was before. It was supposed to be romantic, and it was - with him getting you on the bed, wrapped in soft sheets, finally relaxing... Then a knife plunging into your boyfriend's chest. Now, usually Konig likes to kill couples in the middle of the act, or straight after. Maybe give a good chase after the boyfriend as his slutty girl is bleeding out in the lover's nest. Maybe make the girlfriend plead for mercy as he prepares to snap her neck. He didn't consider himself much of a voyeur, so when he saw you and your boyfriend not quite there yet, he almost decided to leave for a moment and find some other poor tourist to guy...and then you opened your mouth. It wasn't a normal slutty couple fucking in his woods. You were sweet, innocent virgin, pressured by your fucking boyfriend to finally get to the deed, and your boyfriend was an asshole who deserved to be punished for pressuring such a sweet girl into anything. Konig never thought of himself as the fighter of justice, but he knows that a sweet, precious thing like you deserves better...and he will give you this, as much as you might not want something like this. Konig is absolutely terrifying, but you obey him - out of fear, of course, not wanting him to just guy you with his knife, you obediently allow him to drag you to his house instead. Putting you on a soft sheet again, getting a pillow under your thighs. Chaining you up to a bedpost because he had to wash away the blood of your boyfriend from his body - as much as he wanted to fuck you here and there, he didn't want any part of your asshole now-ex to touch you...and he also hoped that you'd last longer as his pretty wife, so he needed something that wouldn't make you catch a disease so early... You already wanted to lose your virginity...so you shouldn't really be mad that Konig is the one to take it, right?

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #yandere cod #cod x reader #slasher!konig #slasher

[toxicanonymity]

that scream blurb that you posting about Ghostface being unconscious and the reader testing to see if he’s hard…. you have to make the full fic now pleaseee omg it was so good

Every inch

1.4k / m!ghostface x f!reader / from blurb.

SEQUEL: EVERY INCH 2 🔪 THREEQUEL: 3

Slasher master list

Warnings/notes: I8+ noncon (ghostface unconscious) somnophilia. Based on the car scene from Scream II, but it's modern day (cell phones exist).  You can HC this as anyone but he's night walks coded if you read my other stuff.

Your skirt grazes his robe as you carefully stretch your right leg over the driver’s seat, trying not to touch him, trying not to wake him up.  It’s tricky crawling over Ghostface to get out of the car.  He smells faintly of weed and sweat.  You’ve never been close enough to smell him before. You’ve never been close to him at all for more than a few seconds, always with his knife in hand.  You hear him breathing behind the mask and assume he’s knocked out from the impact of the crash, but can't know for sure. 

He could be pretending for his own amusement, planning to taunt you then stab you at any moment. You’re going to have to open that car door sooner or later - it’s the only one left you haven’t tried.  It'll definitely make a noise. You hover there straddling him, delaying the inevitable. Straddling Ghostface, you think to yourself. Is this a nightmare? 

You slowly lower yourself into his lap, throbbing at the possibilities of what might await you.  Your heart pounds in your chest.  You put your hands on the edge of the seat to pull your body  closer and your heart nearly stops as  your inner thigh softly nudges  his hand.  But he doesn’t wake up – or if he does, he doesn’t show it.  Emboldened, you lower yourself a little more until your damp panties arrive at a warm bulge in his robe and your breath hitches.  He’s only somewhat hard,  but obviously packing.  He still doesn’t move.  His chest is rising and falling with his breaths.  You know he’s alive.  Unable to resist, you lower yourself a little more.  You tilt your hips and gently grind yourself against his package.  

What if the nightmare became a wet dream? It’s always turned you on, at least a little, but especially lately.  It’s been harder and harder to separate arousal from fear.  You’ve wondered if it was a sexual thing for him, the way he pursues you.  Stabbing is penetrative after all.  Does the thought of killing you turn him on? Would it turn him on to wake up to you straddling him?  After all, he’s only a man.  Why not, you think.  This could be your best chance to find out.  This might be the most power you’ll ever have in the situation.  You’re turned on thinking about it.  If you’re mere seconds from potential death, you have nothing to lose.  Plus you're curious what's under all this, and it's too risky to lift up his mask.

Fuck it feels good, and the fact that it’s Ghostface, the one who’s been stalking you, killing your friends, trying to kill you - that gives you such a rush.  The tables have turned.  You’re on top of him now.  You look around for his knife and it’s landed on the floorboard along with his voice changer.  You reach down to grab it then quickly stab it into the back of the driver’s seat at an angle so you can grab it if you need to but he won’t know where it is.  Then you return your crotch to his and a bolt of arousal slices through you when his hard package swells against you.  Holy shit he's hung. You slowly roll your hips against him, grinding into him, trying not to be too aggressive, but it’s hard to control yourself. 

-

His breathing changes and your heart jumps to your throat. You wonder, Is Ghostface seduceable? It might be your best shot if you're already getting his dick wet when he wakes up.  But there's always the chance he reacts violently, and now that you're up against him, it's clear you'd be no match for his strength.

Then you have a thought.  You carefully lift his gloved hand, and he doesn’t react.  You lift the dead weight of his heavy arm all the way above his mask, and he still just sits there, breathing.  You pin both his hands above his head, between the metal pegs of the headrest. His hands are large and the two of them together barely fit through the gap.  Then you slam down the headrest, pinning him there by his wrists.

His mask moves.  He seems to look at you.  Then a soft, low sigh.  You lower your crotch again and he’s harder.  You rub yourself against him slowly with your hands braced on the seat and have to stifle a moan in the shoulder of your dress as you grind against him and his cock swells even harder.  A soft groan muffled by his mask makes you wetter.  

You’re going to have to have him.  This is your chance and you can’t resist it.  Your inner thigh muscles begin to fatigue as you push yourself off his lap to hover again.  You lift up his robe, exposing PJ pants. Strange and not at all imposing, but convenient.  You arrange the robe behind his raging erection, then take a deep breath and pull down his waistband.  His stiff member stands at attention. You cover it with your warmth before the cool air wakes him up. A stab of desire shoots through your core as your wet panties meet his hard cock.  You rub yourself against him and your clit throbs.  Your core aches to be filled. 

You pull your panties to the side and nestle the swollen head of his cock at your entrance.  Then you sink down and fail to suppress your gasp at the stretch.  He moans but doesn’t move.  Your body makes way for him as you slide down and sheathe him entirely with your cunt.  His cock is nice and thick, it makes you feel so full.  It’s crazy this cock has been under the robe the entire time.  You wonder if you could just fuck from now on.  If he’d agree not to kill you - that is, if the threat of it doesn't turn him on.

You rise up, then sink down on him again, his size making you grateful for your ample wetness.  You lift and lower yourself and roll your hips into him. You try not to breathe too heavily as you feel it building in your lower belly.  You start to ride him less restrained, unable to resist fucking yourself on his nice, hard cock.  

-

His mask begins to move as though confused, and he grunts as he tugs at his arms,  unable to free them from the headrest.  He’s groggy and weak.  You’re not going to stop. You're too close to coming.  You greedily keep filling yourself to the brim with him.

His mask looks right at you. “Always wanted this cock,” ghostface says weakly, making your heart race.  “Knew it.”  Then it echoes from the voice changer on the floorboard.  Always wanted this cock.  Knew it.   He tugs at his hands more violently, then gives up.  

“Nasty girl,” he says, voice getting stronger.  Nasty Girl. 

He thrusts his hips up powerfully and you moan uninhibited. He thrashes his arms and stabs upward with his cock, bouncing you on his lap with the power of his hips.  Your whole body tingles and tenses, then you bite your own arm as your walls clamp down around him.  You come on his dick, then pull yourself off and he groans in frustration but has no way of getting you back.  

You open the car door and you’re torn about whether to make him come or leave him with blue balls.  You decide to jerk him off as a power move.  You kneel into the open door frame of the car.  You wrap your hand around his girth and fuck his fist.  “All ya had to do was ask,” he says.  All you had to do was ask.  You grab the voice changer and throw it down the street.  Now he's nothing but a man with his dick in your hand.

“Woulda given you every inch," he says. Maybe every inch of his blade.  He nods down to his crotch. "Now you know." His voice is coming back to full strength, smooth and low. It's a voice you can't quite place.

You know you should stab him while you have him tied down, but you're thinking with the wrong head now, unable to bear the thought of this cock going to waste. You slow your hand way down and edge him mercilessly.  His big, stiff cock twitches in your hand and you can tell he's dying for more.

You take your phone out of your bra and take a short video of him trying not to whimper, dick sprouting out of his unimposing pajama pants.  Then you finish him off and take a dick pic selfie with cum all over his robe.  You take the knife out of the back of the seat and leave him stuck in the car.

-

Thank you so much for reading and engaging. Even if you're reading this way later I would love to know your thoughts in a comment! Knowing what you liked helps me write more. 🖤🖤

Thanks @darkscape for helping me brainstorm his tagline. 

#ghostface x reader #ghostface smut #ghostface x you #slasher smut #slasher fanfiction #cw noncon #tw noncon #cw somnophilia #night walks #ghostface #slasher fucker #billy loomis x reader #ethan landry x reader #toxicanonymity ☠️ #mickey altieri #dark fic #ghostface ☠️

[impeakcharacterdesign]

Just the Tip

— Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader —

MDNI!!!

Summary: It’s the 1960s and Luda Mae frowns upon premarital sex like any good Christian woman. You and Tommy are young, hot, and in love but the only problem is that Tommy was raised to wait until marriage and never lets you two go any further than kissing and some groping.

But the devil lives in the hot Texan sun and even God takes a break from the summer heat.

Notes: this is super short, just pure smut, self indulgent I’m obsessed with big boy Tommy 😭😭😭 i swear I’m working on part 2 of my sister Sinclair fic but Tommy has me in a choke hold and I needed an outlet.

No TW that I can think of other than bad smut and maybe ??? Coercion??? Cause Tommy wants to be a good boy and stop before y’all go too far but you flash him and then he’s absolutely 100% in. A bit of religious stuff, period typical sexism but vaguely. Let me know if I should add anything else and I’ll get right on it. Reader isn’t ever referred to using “she/her” pronouns but is described as having breasts and does have female genitalia so I tagged it fem reader to be safe

Enjoy!!!

The early morning sun burned, chasing away what little cool air remained of the night before. While the barn shaded you from the unforgiving sun and hid you from disapproving eyes — or lecherous in the case of the older men of the family — it also trapped in the heat your two bodies gave off.

Thomas pressed his open mouth to your own, tongue swiping over your teeth eager to taste you. Your hands gripped his dark hair, ruining any half-effort attempt he had made earlier in the day to smooth down his unruly hair. He held you in his arms, body pressed tightly against him in an attempt to get as close as possible, his large frame hiding you even further from prying eyes than the shadowed corners of the old barn. The kiss was deep and hungry and served as a brief respite from Luda Maes ever watching eyes. While she had been fine with you living with the family before you and Tommy were married, she forbade you from sharing a room or being intimate, a rule she absolutely refused to budge on and one that Uncle Charlie took a strange glee in ribbing you about. But much like the Texan heat, the heated looks you gave each other were unavoidable and only grew hotter as the summer days went on. Luda Mae wanted to wait until the following spring to make your union official but at the rate the town was drying up, there wouldn't even be a priest to officiate the ceremony, much less any guest to attend. You highly doubted anyone outside of the family would want to witness your union anyway but still, Luda Mae didn't want the few who would to get wise and start counting months.

These stolen moments in the barn were as good as you could get — and by god were they good.

Tommy’s large hands groped at your breasts, pawing roughy at your nipples through the worn fabric of your old dress. It wasn’t long before you found yourself in the familiar position of being sprawled out on the barn floor, coarse hay a discomfort you had long learned to endure for the sake of pleasure.

You desperately thrust your sex up onto his growing bulge, whining when he groaned and pinned your hips with his own, preventing you from getting your desired stimulation. “Please Tommy,” you beg, lips separating, “We don’t have to do too much, I just wanna touch you.” You press open-mouthed kisses to his neck, pulling softly at the flesh with your teeth and tongue dragging across the bites to taste the salt on his skin. Your hands eagerly worked to untuck his faded green shirt and wrap around him, roaming the vast expanse of his back. His whole body shuddered in your arms, an attempt to hold back from eating you whole.

You know Thomas will put an end to your romp soon, the tense lines of his shoulders and the way he shuts his eyes a sign that he's reaching his limit, that if you two don't stop now you won't be able to stop — but that’s exactly what you want.

You're tired of holding back, of this constant edging you have to endure when you’re in his presence and it gets harder every day. Just yesterday afternoon, Uncle Charlie sprayed Tommy with the hose, telling him that he was filthy and needed to get out of those clothes before he went inside. Watching as he undressed by the back door so that you could put his clothes on the line to dry had nearly given you a heatstroke — and if Charlie’s leering grin was any clue, you swear he did it on purpose in an attempt to rile you up. You ran off before you sinned right there in the yard, the memory of Thomas's shirt clinging to his arms, his chest glistening with water had kept you company well into the night.

So before Tommy puts a stop to your roll in the hay you make your move. You lift your dress up past your breast and expose yourself to him, you can see his breath stutter in his chest, this was quickly becoming the farthest you two had ever gone.

“Just watch me, Tommy, watch me,” you say breathlessly.

And he does, he sits on his haunches like a predator, his engorged cock straining against his pants and imagining just a taste has your tongue darting out to wet your lips, his gaze fixated on the movement.

Sliding your panties off your legs, your fingers dip briefly into your wet hole, gathering slick to rub onto your clit. At the very first touch, you let out a shuddering breath and you watch as his shoulders heave.

You begin rubbing your clit at an intense pace already turned on from the earlier heavy petting, not once breaking eye contact with Thomas as you do. With each moan you muffle you see his eyes grow darker with desire breathing with his mouth open as though he could taste your scent in the air. When he finally lets his cock spring free you let out your loudest moan yet. It’s better than you ever thought. His cock is thick and heavy, drooping slightly under its own weight but still undeniably firm. It curves slightly and you imagine that if it was inside you it would scrape against your walls in a way you've never been able to do with just your fingers.

Thomas grips his cock firmly and gives it a few tugs, eyes alternating between hungrily drinking in the sight of your blissed-out expression and your dripping pussy. You buck your hips, desperate to press your clit against your fingers and Thomas jerks his length even faster, rubbing his tip and spreading his precum on his hand.

God, you wished it was you that was touching him.

Thomas settles onto his knees and after a brief hesitation begins to shuffle closer to you. The sight of him crawling to you on his knees with his dripping length in hand made your pussy clench around nothing and you let out a whimper. You remove your fingers from your clit, feeling the heat radiating from his cock as he settles on top of you, legs spreading around his waist, your hips slightly raised and resting on his thighs.

The tip hesitantly pressed against your clit and your moan fills the small space before you can suppress it. This was better than you were hoping and it felt as though you were pressing against the boundaries the lord had set for you. Tommy’s eyes find yours looking for reassurance, asking without words, “Do you think this is okay?”

You find enough comprehension in your lust-addled brain to come up with a coherent answer, “It should be fine, I think,” you stammer out, “I mean, it’s not like — not like you’re putting it in so, it should be fine.”

You’re not overly familiar with the word of God outside of Sunday services and Luda Mae’s lectures, both of which you were forced to attend and spent tuning out in favor of watching the sweat build on Tommy’s brow while he worked through the window.

You think that if God could feel the weight of Thomas like you did, feel the heat like you could, you think he’d forgive the sin of your act.

It seems like that was all the reassurance that Thomas needed because no sooner than the words fumbled their way out of your mouth that he begins to drag the length of his cock against your slit.

God, if this is what hell was supposed to be like, burning and full of decadence, then perhaps you didn’t mind being a sinner.

The way he ruts against you is euphoric. Heavy breaths escape you both and you can’t help the words that spill from your lips.

“God, Tommy, I wish you would put it inside me,” you whine out “‘wanna feel your fat cock in my pussy, wanna get filled,” you might as well be begging at this point, and Tommy's increases his pace to the point that you think he wants the same thing, that he’s desperate to thrust into you rather than against you and —

And then the tip of his cock catches on your entrance and you both stop breathing.

“Maybe — Maybe it doesn’t count.” You stammer out, “It didn’t go in and it’s just the tip, and I don’t think that the tip counts” With the slightest twitch of his hips the tip of his cock has slipped inside.

"It's - it's just the tip it's fine” Your words sound empty even to you but the reassurance is all Tommy needs to push forward and let the head of his cock slide into your welcoming heat

His soul nearly leaves his body when he feels your raw pussy on the head of his cock. He jerks his length furiously and your fingers begin to move against your clit again, eager to meet your high with Thomas.

But it’s not enough. He was right there, right there just one push of his hips he’d be right where you needed him

“Please Tommy” Canting your hips slightly so the tip begins to dig deeper into you, you begin to plead once more, “wanna feel you fill me up, wanna remember the shape of your cock please”

Thomas feels years of control break at your words and with one swing of his hips, he bottoms out instantly. You feel like you've been punched in the gut as the air rushes out of you and you let out a sound like a wounded animal. Tommy stays still deep inside you, shaking and heaving, absolutely drunk on the feeling of your soaked walls clenching vigorously around his length.

You feel full in a way you've never thought possible. His length throbs, its girth stretching you in a way that burns.

When he finally starts thrusting, you’re not ready. He’s like a man possessed, solely focused on the feel of you around him, your skin pressed against his, his blood pounding in his ears.

“Wait— Tommy, ah, slow — slow down, oh god!” You can’t hold back your moans and he can’t stop, both fully engrossed in the feel of each other with no control over your own lust. Thomas crashes his lips onto yours in a halfhearted attempt to keep down your moans, it’s sloppy, clashing teeth and drooling tongues, spit escaping your lips, unlike any you’ve shared before.

This is completely different from what you’ve imagined your first time together would be like. It’s not your wedding night, you're laying on the dirty barn floor and there’s absolutely nothing gentle about the way Tommy is ravaging you. Your pussy is sopping wet and with every thrust, it lets out an embarrassing squelch, your juices and Tommy’s pre-cum leak down your ass and make a sticky mess in his dark pubes.

He doesn’t stop even as your walls spasm around him, cumming on his cock and digging your nails into his strong back. He works you through your orgasm even as your mouth clumsily forms the words to beg for him to slow down or to give you a moment. It’s too much, the sensations completely overloading your brain and all you can do is hold on tightly to him, lost in the ecstasy of your release.

Thomas lets out a deep, guttural groan as he cums, hips stuttering as he bullies his fat cock into the deepest part of your sex, filling you to the brim and your vision goes white.

Boneless, neither one of you makes a move to separate from the other, so thoroughly satisfied and content to lie where you are holding each other, Thomas’s softening cocking slipping out of you and spilling his release onto the ground.

His weight on you is comforting, you gently press kisses to his face and bask in the way his heavy breaths caress your sweaty skin.

“I love you.” You whisper into the shell of his ear and he squeezes you against him, repeating the words in his garbled voice the best he could. Your love is just for the two of you, no one else had a place in your world, no one else had the right to peak in on your affection or gawk at your differences.

This moment in time was just for the two of you.

“Thomas! Where the hell are ya, boy!”

Well, until Uncle Charlie’s voice brought you back down to reality.

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[angelltheninth]

Pyramid Head Chases You Down and Fills You Up

Pairing: Pyramid Head x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fear play, cnc roleplay, size kink, clothes tearing, rough sex, growling, creampie, breeding kink, no talking for Pyramid Head

A/N: It's the spooky month so it seems like a good time to write about my favorite DBD man.

How the fuck did you get into this mess? Where were you and why were you being chased by a really tall, really muscular man with a pyramid on his head? It was weird but every time he approached he seemed a little more on the edge of something. You didn't know what bit it made you want to both run and drop down to your knees.

You hid behind a barrel, barely big enough to hide your body as the sound of heavy breathing and heavy footsteps got closer and closer. He got closer. His sword dragged behind him, slicing a trail through the dirt. His strength must be great to be able to hold that sword. Handling you would be all to easy for him. Or pushing the barrel out of the way to get to you. "Motherf- really? How did you find me?!" You jumped away only to be grabbed by the leg and pulled to the ground underneath him with a hard thud. His head tilted from side to side and up and down, scanning your body.

For a man so rough around the edges his hands moved with precision over your body, his sword within arms reach but you knew you couldn't use it against him. With his head covered you could do little to fight him as he lifted your shirt up, taking your bra with it.

"Wai-!" Strong hips made room between your legs for his cock, his pants pulled down to his ankles and apron torn off his muscular chest, his cock glistening with pre-cum. "Is that supposed to go inside me? Are you insane?!" All you got was a grunt in response, followed by the sound of more clothes ripping and your surprised yelp as a thick finger pushed inside of you. "Stop, I'm not... ready for..."

He didn't seem to care about your protests, only for your moans and the warmth of the drooling pussy around his finger. Fuck, how could getting chased, pinned and manhandled by this man, this monster feel so good that it made your toes curl? It was all kinds of wrong, you should be thinking about escape not how his finger feels inside of you.

It was wrong, perverted, it made you question if it had really been so long since you've gone without a cock that you're willing to take his? Your pussy seemed to think so but your mind said no.

"Please, please let me go. I don't even know where I..." Your eyes widened in fear as he pulled his hand away, his fingers covered with the sticky evidence of your arousal and lust. The broad head of his cock pushed against your entrance, he grunted once in frustrating, both of you thinking the same thing: he was way too big. "Wait, seriously, I'm not on birth control! If you do that I might get pregnant!"

As if that was his trigger word to push his big fat cock all the way in with zero warning. Your eyes rolled back as he ripped an orgasm out of you, your slutty body reacting to his cock. "Mmmmn." He snarled as your pussy tightened up around him, your legs pushed to your shoulders, body folded in half, pussy getting dicked down for you to see. You could only imagine the smile he had on his face as he broke you down with his cock.

Was he gonna stop? No, not a chance, he had too much cum to give and you just so happened to be the only thing around that could take it. And no one would be around to hear your screams of terror and pleasure, no one but him.

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[whorrorfix]

if i survived a slasher it’s because i fucked him

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