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[small-sinclair]

For you

Obsessed!Bo Sinclair x reader

Tw: mention of blood, gore, Bo being obsessed with reader, mention of him wanted to drink blood, he’s a bit unhealthy, beheading in graphic detail!!!! (Maybe you can read this as I’m being a vampire if you squint?)

Let me know if you want more Obsessed!Bo Sinclair!

When he found you bleeding on the floor and crying in the House of Wax, he felt his heart shatter. He felt as if his world was falling apart because he couldn’t keep you safe.

“You’re hurt,” he whispers silently to himself, pain in his voice. There’s still blood in his hair from the latest kill, but the wild and untamed eyes turned worried and hurt when he sees your leg scrapped. Though it wasn’t it big or major, you still cried from the pain.

He knelt next to you and caressed your cheek. He thumbed away the stray tears that fell, and it felt like acid burning through his skin and bones. “Who did this to you?” He asked gently, his voice mixed in venom and silk. “Who did it?”

You leaned into his touch. “It doesn’t matter—“

“Sweetheart,” he starts, lifting your chin with his hand. “Tell me. Who did this?” You could see blood and red starting to fill his blue eyes. “Point to me where he went.”

You didn’t need to tell him anything as he heard the girl running away screaming from Vincent. He looked at you then at Vincent, and he slowly raised your hand to kiss it. His lips were soft and cracked against your skin. “I’ll be back, my sunflower,” he whispers in your skin. “I promise. Her head will be yours.”

He doesn’t let you say anything else as he stands up and leaves. He’s a hunter, born and raised. The taste of blood and bone will be forever stained in his teeth and tongue.

“She’s mine,” he hissed at Vincent as he walked past him, stealing the dragon-headed knife handle. He knows the girl can’t leave. She’s trap in this maze his mother created.

He’s like a wolf approaching a rabbit as he enters a room. He sees the girl trying to escape, and he only smirks. He loves it when they run and escape. Bo drew closer to her, the knife tight in his hand until his knuckles turned white. Flashes of you crying and bleeding in front of him made his heart burst and boil. The cries from the girl muffled away in his ears and her pleads go unheard. With a mighty shove, he had her on the ground. She coward away from him but he stood over her. He could see her lips moving, but her words didn’t reach him.

The only thing he heard was your broken sobs of pain and the acid tears that touched his skin. You’re his sunflower, his deity, the one he’ll hunt for. He felt like he failed you when he saw you hurt. Your tears and blood stained on his paints. He’s not worthy of your blood. He can’t be. The more he thought about you crying, the more he wanted the girl gone. He didn’t her in town. He didn’t want you to see her ever again.

He raised the knife high and brought it down. He felt the skin and the blade cutting, but it wasn’t fatal. He stabbed again and again, over and over, until she laid barely breathing and tears streaming down her cheeks. He felt the warmth of the blood on his face and smiled like a devil. He twirled the knife with his fingers and brought it over the girl’s throat, cutting it deep. Even when dead, he didn’t stop. He cut deeper and deeper under her head was clean off. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and lifted it high. He tilted his head to the side and examined the girl and her face without a care in his eyes. Bo stood with her head in his hand and walked back where you were.

Vincent was next to you as he helped bandage your leg. He frowns when he saw you, but his smile returns. He felt like a servant bring an offering to a royal as he came closer with the girl’s head hanging from her hair in his hands. He promised to bring you her head, and he was going to keep good. He would carved your name in his skin with a rusty spoon if you ask him— no, command him. You’re his everything, and he’ll serve you until the bitter end. He’d lick your blood off the floor and worship the ground you bled on if it pleases you! The very thought of it made his heart flutter just a bit along with the idea of you letting him taste your blood. He wanted to feel closer to you… he wanted to know how you would tasted.

He stands a couple feet away from you when he falls to his knees. You look over and horror fills your eyes once you see the girl’s lifeless eyes looking at you. You want to scream, but you can’t. You couldn’t.

Bo place the head between you and him as he lowered his head to a bow. “For you,” he says in a low voice. “Her head as promised.”

You can’t speak as you look at the head then back at Bo. He’s done it. He’s gone to far in loving you that it’s become unhealthy. The puppy blue eyes that he flashes, the hearts dancing in his eyes, and the sweet rose petals and daisy voice no longer feels safe. He did this for you.

Just.

For.

You.

Sickness fills you but your eyes roll back and you fell in Vincent’s arms.

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Hi dear,

I was wondering if you could write for creepy neighbor! Michael x fem! reader, where he finds her on social media and downloads her pics to jerk off to then gradually 2 months later he storms into her house at night and fucks her into the mattress, love your blog <3

a/n: i absolutely can write that! thank you so much for the request and i hope you like it <3

pairing: creepy neighbour!michael x fem!reader

warnings: stalking, home intrusion, unprotected sex, rough sex

word count: 1005

You were beautiful, that much Michael knew. Even as you were staggering up the front steps to your door, your coordination severely lacking, he thought you were the most beautiful person he'd seen in a while.

Something about you always made his cock twitch in his pants, a sensation he had long since forgotten, it had been so long.

He'd first noticed you a few months ago, stumbling up the front steps to your new house, with a heavy box in your arms. No one ever came near his house, so he was surprised to find that you had been the one to finally move in next door.

He thought he had finally gone mad, that the long stretches of silence he usually endured had finally corrupted his mind, destroyed his sanity.

But with each month that passed, it became apparent to him that you were in fact real, and you were living right next door.

As he watched you jam your keys into the door, he quickly unbuttoned his coveralls, wrapping his hand around his aching cock.

But unfortunately, your brief presence outside your door wasn't enough to satisfy him, so he found himself reaching for the phone he'd stolen, quickly bringing up the images he'd taken from your social media.

He found that he rather enjoyed the idea of being able to watch somebody by simply tapping a few buttons on a screen. It certainly saved him the energy of having to sneak around outside all the time. Now, he could just watch you from inside the walls of his own home.

He pulled up an image of you in a bikini, the sun warming your skin and your chest glistening. He imagined his hands on you, rough fingers slipping beneath the straps, pulling the material over your head.

He imagined your breasts. He imagined his hands, wandering over your body, dipping inside your panties, driving his cock into you...

He wanted to hear you scream. He wanted to feel your skin beneath his hands, his cock buried deep inside your pussy.

Once he came to the realisation that a simple image wouldn't be enough to satisfy him, he put the phone down, tucking his cock back into his pants and walking towards the door.

You were home alone tonight, he knew that, which meant he was free to pay you a visit, satiate his need for you.

He silently left his house, walking straight up the steps to your house, and he opened the door with ease, noting that you rarely remembered to lock your doors at night.

Luckily for you, Michael had no intention to actually harm you tonight. He only intended to finally live out his fantasy, to feel your skin against his as he fucked you.

You were halfway up the stairs when you suddenly heard something behind you, strong hands roughly gripping your hair, forcing you forwards.

"What the fuck?!" You screamed, struggling in his hold as he continued to shove you forwards, barely even flinching as you thrashed around. "Let me go!"

It only took mere minutes to reach your bedroom, and he released his hold on your hair, forcefully throwing you into your mattress. And that was when you saw his face, the signature white halloween mask that belonged to none other than Michael Myers.

You thought he was dead. Everyone did. Yet here he was, standing over you as you laid there helpless.

"Michael?" You breathed out, staring up at him in shock. "Is that really you?"

He offered you no response, simply standing there motionless, his muffled breathing filling the silence.

"Michael─"

Before you were able to say anything else, he was closing in on you, his hands quickly finding the waistband of your shorts, effortlessly tugging the material from your body.

You probably should've struggled, attempted to fight him off in some way, but you could only lay there as he pushed your shirt up your body, revealing your tits to him.

You weren't sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. You also hadn't expected to be so turned on by it.

You gasped when you felt his hands on your tits, the heat growing between your legs becoming uncomfortable.

"Michael," you whined. "Please, fuck me."

That was all the encouragement he needed to finally take his cock out, wasting no time in pushing into you, a muffled groan falling from his lips when he heard you cry out.

His hands were still roughly gripping your tits as he thrusted into you at a bruising pace, revelling in the sounds that he was pulling from your throat, and the near violent slapping of skin that filled the small bedroom.

You let out something short of a scream as he fucked you into the bed, the pressure building in your stomach becoming almost too much to bear.

"Oh, fuck! Shit!" You hissed, desperately clawing at the bed sheets.

Michael didn't let up, curling his hands around your waist as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

He loved the way you were squirming beneath him, trying to get away, to relieve yourself of the pressure.

And it wasn't long until you felt the sting of tears in your eyes, your body aching as he continued to pound into you.

"Michael," you breathed. "Oh God!"

The fire that had been building inside you finally exploded, a shock of pleasure coursing through you as you continued to cry out, your vision becoming blurred.

Michael continued to fuck you through your orgasm, your body becoming limp as he slapped up against you. And it only took one last pathetic moan from you for his hips to stutter, pleasure crashing over his own body now as he spilled into you, a muffled groan pushing past his lips.

Once he was finished, he pulled out of you, leaving you to watch as he tucked himself away, quickly doing up his coveralls before turning and walking out of your door.

Michael would definitely be doing this again.

[Main Masterlist]

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[danddymaro]

Flattered | Vincent Sinclair x Reader

I watched it again lol. 

perhaps fluff, ( YK, as far as slashers can get with fluff)

Word count: 1483

Flattered

Your finger lightly petted the falling wax that gently ran down the long, white candle, toying with it betwixt your thumb and pointer before it cooled into a thin coat over them.

You released a little hum before using a nail to peel off the remains with ease, soon feeling just a bit happy with how soft your skin felt afterward.

 Though, the delight was short-lived.

- It usually was.

Boredom had you sitting here with a halfhearted gaze, wondering if you'd ever get out. 

The man that held you captive did nothing much but put himself to work, occasionally looking back at you to confirm that you were still there. 

As if you could go anywhere else but under his nose.

It made no sense as you didn't know where else you could go but sit, making you wonder why he did so, so often.

"I'm not going anywhere," you reminded him in a soft voice as you then lay back on the bed there. 

It was the only thing that had been saved from the touch of the melted substance he worked with, and you were grateful. You were surrounded by it.

"Can't," you mumbled before closing your eyes tiredly. 

Like hell you'd try anyways when his brother was lurking anywhere the masked one wasn't. 

'I'm better off here,' you inwardly mused.

If you were completely honest, you preferred being stuck with this man instead.

 At least he just kept you there at a distance, something the other one had trouble doing when you first got into town.

You didn't even want to think about what he would have done to you if Vincent hadn't intervened, pulling you to him with a sort of claim that had you conflicted.

Because you didn't know if being with him was going to be better or worse, luckily, things had gone pleasantly thus far. 

-You weren’t dead and that counted as a victory.

He didn't try and touch you, excluding the few moments his soft hands grazed your cheek, feeling the texture of your flesh to what you concluded was inspiration to his more innocent work. 

Gently his fingers trailed the line of your lower lip, and as you tried to follow the movement of the exploring digits, your eyes practically glowed at the act. 

He wasn’t stupid enough to think of it as anything other than utter interest, but even then he adored the look you possessed.

You quickly lost your initial cowering when you realized he wouldn’t draw lower than our jawline, or roam anywhere else other than your face.

So, you let him do as he pleased, occasionally voicing out little teases that got you little, flustered responses. 

‘Having fun?’ you questioned him while trying not to laugh to much at the way his movements would be interrupted by a sudden, minuscule jerk that would be akin to a stutter in someone’s voice.

You noticed the way his fingers would tremble, and for whatever reason it was ….cute.

For just a moment you opened your eyes again, a half-lidded look pointed to where he continued to run the warm metal utensil over little mistakes he’d made.

You blinked your eyes open wide before you suddenly turned your whole head, your face pointed to his direction, your entire body soon following the movement until you lay at your side, observing.

‘Is that what he’s been up to?’ you asked yourself, realizing how it made sense the amount of times he stared at you, studying.

"Is that me?" you asked with a touch of a smile, asking from where you now sat, your legs hanging off from the side of the bed. 

At the finishing details, you finally found yourself eased enough to ask just as he took a step back to give it a final once over.

Granted for the past few days, you hadn't talked , but the simple boredom of all those hours had you begging for some interaction.

At your question Vincent turned back to you and nodded slowly before looking down, shifting awkwardly. 

You watched as his hands toyed with the tool he held, and as you observed, you detected what was perhaps bashfulness. 

His lack of words made his body language much more exaggerated, that was for sure. 

But, of course, you didn't mind much.

"Can...um...can I get a better look?" you asked with a crooked smile, waiting for his response. 

His head shot up and he looked at you for a long minute before he nodded. 

You weren't sure why, but you felt a bit amused before you walked over to him and the wax figure, eyeing it as it was just at your height. 

Your hand went out to touch it before it retreated, and you looked up to the massive man, uncertain, 

 "Can I?" you asked, afraid to ruin his work.

Though, he nodded fiercely, the hand closest to him hesitating before it reached for yours, guiding it towards your replica's face. 

That's where you started, petting an eyebrow before skimming down it's chin. 

You then brought the hand to your own face, feeling the difference with awe. 

"It's amazing," you said while looking op to him, the single eye that stared you down holding appreciation. 

Though, you could hardly see it as it was hidden by the shadow of his mask and jet black strands that had framed his face. 

"You're really talented," you told him, flattered by the work, moreover appreciating that he had only used you as a muse and not the base for his sculpture. 

"I'm nowhere near your skill, but maybe I can sculpt you sometime, " you joked while looking the work over more.

He even caught the fabrics of your clothes right, making you softly sigh.

 It had only been a silly remark, because you doubted you could pull it off anyways, but he seemed elated. 

his hands both took your wrists captive as he turned you towards him, the act nearly tearing a scream out of you in frightened surprise. Other than the first time he’d practically tore you out of his brother’s brute grasp on you, it was the first time he’d used any real force.

 He lightly shook you as he bent down a bit, looking down with a tilted head, not speaking, but communicating with a nearly muted hum you found somewhat endearing. 

Quickly, your terror subsided as you took in his response.

"Ah, You like that idea?" you said with a short chuckle, and he nodded quickly, excited. 

"I'll take that as a yes," you said as you eased your wrists out of his grip, only doing so thanks to the dying pressure of his hands.

He'd never had anyone try and capture his likeness. 

Not even he bothered to do so.

 But you had offered, and it was something he didn't know he yearned for until he watched you try and mimic the steps he'd taken to create yours. 

You explained to him how you’d work on a much smaller scale, the figure no larger than six inches, giving you a small enough goal that didn’t require all of his precise touches.

He helped you start of, slowly guiding you with silent advise and little nudges you smiled at.

You were somewhat sloppy, and when you weren't, you were far too considerate, your pace careful, almost afraid of messing up. 

Soon after, he let you try your hand while he sat back and watched for hours, giving you the workspace needed to become familiar while he stayed out of the way. 

However, it didn't mean he sat back and did nothing, because he found the sight of you moving around his usual workspace to be charming as you copied many of his movements , even the unnecessary ones. 

It was cute watching you move around in his apron with no real direction. 

He’d help you out, but given how determined you were to do it on your own, he refrained from it after you pleaded with him on the first attempt.

Flattered was in no way near what he felt, because it was far greater. 

In his sketchbook he recorded the various faces of your process, the purse of your lips, the lines of frustration and consideration that decorated it too. 

-And especially your moments of little victories as you saw your efforts pay off.

Even the light smudges of dried wax you had dotted on your cheeks as you wiped them occasionally had been captured. 

He recorded it all on paper, and hoped that after he finished the moments, you thought of them as fascinating too. 

Gently his fingers ran down the slick wax that protected his face, realizing how warm he felt beneath the mask, his cheeks flushed with color that spread over his ears too. 

for a moment you looked back at him, his living muse smiling preciously. 

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[writegoblin]

I have been severely craving my boy. No no, not Michael. Boseph uwu

Look at him. Unf.

Anyways.

Bo Sinclair Headcanons!

SFW

- You ended up in Ambrose because your car alignment decided it had enough of these off road shenanigans.

- Your reasons for being out that way, for story purposes, are running from your old life. All your old family and friends are shitty so you an conveniently disappear bc smthn smthn deus ex machina

- HOW you find out about your car alignment is another story. Let's just say, tumbling in a car is much more painful than it looks. What's worse is landing in a roadkill pit. Yeah boy. You know what time it is B)

- Lester almost shit himself when you came from over the highway. He thought you were dead and was going to call Vincent when you punched out the front seat. That's hot. Alright stranger, you're coming with me!

- He tries to clean you up and get your name. Takes you back to his place because he doesn't want to catch the twins off guard. But the day you spend there is lovely.

- You get the Ambrose and immediately shits off. Long story short, you become something of a live in maid. They can't kill you because it would be a lot of hassle on their end (another deus ex. You're related to a cop or something idk), and they COULD turn this situation around. Get use out of you.

- Bo likes how witty you are. You don't like to be bossed around which is clearly why you ran away from home (what are you, 10?)

- At first he's very callous to you and makes no effort to understand you. As far as he's concerned, you're another spoiled out of towner, just impeding on he and his brother's strange get rich scheme (more on that later. I'll explain in end notes.)

- What's worse is you're argumentative. Whenever he asks you to do something (read: yells at you), you always gotta talk back. You say funny stuff sometimes but it's annoying mostly. Vincent enjoys it much more than he does.

- You make nice with Vinny first. When you aren't forced to do chores, he lets you help him with the wax. Bo sees this and eventually realizes that while you are certainly mouthy, you are human with like hobbies and shit.

- He's a chef he's a gourmand

- He cooks for he and Vincent because Vincent, due to some brain damage, has a weird palette. So anything he makes either has way too much seasoning, or it tastes like cardboard. Bo on the other hand, grew up running around the streets of Baton Rogue with his friends after school. He KNOWS how to cook good.

- He's also good at first aid. The actual surgery and medical stuff is Vincent's wheelhouse but once you broke your arm trying to fix some shutters he told you to fix. He felt bad so he very gingerly fixed your arm. It healed really nicely but you'll never forget the way those blue eyes of his were so warm when he looked at you, touching the bend in your forearm and his voice, gentle as the day you first met went, "does it hurt?"

- Yeah but you looking at me like that bout to get me pregnant hurts worse sir

- As a boyfriend he's only jealous/protective around tourists. But as a dude in a town with a population of technically 3.5 if you count Lester's visits, he gets it. He does not mind his twin ogling you. He does not mind sharing EVENTUALLY. At first, he's very apprehensive.

- Bo's love language is physical touch. Even nonsexual touch is nice. He likes laying his head in your lap while yall watch TV and you rake your nails through his scalp gently.

- When he gets night terrors he likes to hold onto you in the dark like hope. He puts his face in your chest and he's almost like a little kid for a second. You have no choice but to coddle aw noooo aw man can't believe I have this hot sexy guy in my lap crying ohbhughghh

- If you're pear shaped? He loves your hips. Man, woman, ethereal creature, it don't matter. He was born an ass man he'll die an ass man.

- If you like star gazing, he'll listen to you rattle off about constellations. He likes listening to people ramble about unique special interests because it gives him a little taste of variety in his quiet life.

NSFW

- big. Thick. Cut.

- leftward pitch and he loves doing mating presses.

- much more inclined to rough sex (obviously)

- I do know he likely and unfortunately assaulted those ladies on the wall but in my HCs I like to think it was CNC instead. What stops him from doing the same here is you're too loud and mouthy, so the attraction is initially not there.

- As you soften up because of Vin though, and start opening up and smiling and being cute, he can't help but let his mind roam sometimes.

- Loves fantasizing you in different little costumes to dress up in. A visitor once visited and she was a cam girl! In your size! So lucky!

- please were garter belts this man will not be normal

- Loves intercurral. To punish you if he catches you masturbating, he'll fuck your thighs until he cuts, leaving you all hot and bothered.

- The basement does not come into equation until after the first time. And the first time is more of a gentle, romantic moment of vulnerability.

- Your first time was during a thunderstorm and you were telling him about your past and how so many people hurt you. Abused you. He felt so connected to you. You always held back your anger and he let you express it by throwing stuff and by the end of it you were a sobbing and screaming and laughing mess and he was standing in the debris and he saw himself and he reached out and kissed you in an attempt to ammend himself.

- When he made love to you that night, he decided your ass is never moving out sorry lol

- Exhibitionist. Likes to take you to Baton Rogue for little dates and fucks you in alleys and parks. The most exciting was a drive in theater he took you to where you gave him head. He fucked you in the wooded area outside after.

- PRIESTKINKPRIESTKINK

- Hahaha okay but what if you confessed and he fucked u in the confessional would that be crazy or what

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have a few HOW headcanons actually!

- the boys do the whole house of Wax thing in an attempt to get rich. Bo decided "oh I guess I could be mayor but hm no money here" and he rubbed two cells together and was like "WHAT IF WE MADE AN ATTRACTION THAT WAS THE BESTEST."

- tricked Vin into it cause "they're carrying Mom's legacy :(((( she'd love this trust me we're gonna expand the house into a town it'll be great."

- Lester's there cause he loves his brother's and is also admittedly a bit crazy himself. He's definitely tied a few people up and intimidated people, but that's not his usual job. He's too baby.

- Canonically, where Ambrose is located, it would be a roughly 30 min drive (or 2 hours I forgor lol) to Baton Rogue! So fun fact. They're Baton boys uwu

- I think even though Bo is a good cook, gumbo is Lester's wheelhouse cause he's just got that swagger to him. Like if I met Lester and he was like "do u want me to make you gumbo" I'd say yes, no hesitation.

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[slaasherslut]

Good Morning

Summary: Billy wants an early morning cuddle but you just had to tease him.

Warnings: smut, cursing, reader with female body parts, sexual intercourse

1.3k words

You woke up to a heavy weight on your shirtless back. You had slept laying on your stomach, arms outstretched under your soft pillows. Sunlight entered through the crack in your bedroom blinds as the weight on you started to shift. You could tell it was your Billy. You fell asleep without him last night and it seems like he really missed you. He was sitting on the back of your thighs just below your tiny pyjama shorts, his legs positioned on each side of yours as he boxed you in. He laid down with his chest pressed against your naked back as he nuzzled his face into the base of your spine. Arms snaked underneath you and around your middle, giving you a tight squeeze. Billy let out a happy sigh as he held you close.

"Good morning, Billy." You adored your lover's clingy nature, and he absolutely adored you too. If Billy had his way he would be holding onto you until the day you cease to exist. He let out another sigh as he gave your upper back a flurry of small kisses. His kisses tickled as you started kicking your feet and giggling out his name.

"Good morning, pretty baby." You could feel his smile across your skin as he placed one more small kiss upon the ticklish flesh before nuzzling back into you. You wiggled around in an attempt to get Billy to move but he just gripped you tighter.

"Come on Billy, let me get up." You could feel the pressure of his forehead pressing against the spot between your shoulder blades as he shook his head. The feeling of his flopping brown locks shaking licked the back of your neck.

In an attempt to get Billy to move, you arched your back and pressed your butt into him to push him away. A whine echoed against your skin. But this wasn't one of his annoyed whines, this was one laced with pleasure. You smirked as you decided to test the waters again and pressed back against him one more time. He let out an even more pathetic whine than the last. One of his large hands quickly came down to smack the plush of your ass. You reeled with a whimper. 

"Quit your fucking teasing!" He hissed through gritted teeth. His hand kneaded the spot on your ass where he had smacked, trying to soothe the pain for you as he kissed the back of your neck. The movements of his hand stopped and he adjusted so his forearms were flat against the mattress. He rested the weight of his upper body on his arms and pressed his crotch against you again. One hand came up to grip your hip as you felt his hardening cock in his jeans. Billy let out a groan as he started grinding himself harder into your ass, your breath hitching at the contact. He continued to grind himself against you, letting out huffs of breath and small whines. You couldn't help but lift your lower half to meet his movements. Every move against you and every sound he made shot directly between your thighs. You found yourself absentmindedly squeezing your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure inside of you.

With the new angle of your arched back, his hands moved under your body to paw at your chest between yourself and the mattress. His long fingers squeezed, pressed and pinched at any of the soft flesh he could reach. His body now lay flat against your back, pressing you further into the soft mattress. The pressure against your chest caused your lungs to not fill up as much as they were supposed to. Your breaths were getting more shallow but Billy didn't care to stop, he felt too good to even be paying attention.

After a few more moments of grinding, you could feel the weight of Billy's tall body lifting off you. With the weight being literally lifted off your back, you tried to use this opportunity to flip yourself over and out of his grasp. Billy shoved you back face down against the bed with one hand and unbuckled his jeans with the other. Excitement rushed through you at the thought of finally getting what you've been wanting. The man towering over you quickly slid off his pants and tossed them to the floor before tugging your pyjama shorts down to your knees.

Billy spat on his already fully hard cock and began slowly pumping himself as he looked down at your writhing figure below him. He was going to just keep grinding against your cute ass until he came but the sounds you were making under him were just too much. He continued to pump himself with one hand while the other let his skilful fingers dance up and down your wet cunt. Your whole body jerked once his hands were on you. The few seconds of his finger tips on you were bringing you so close already. Billy let out a dark chuckle as his fingers easily gilded through your wet folds. He hadn't even touched you before this moment and you were already soaking wet for him.

He expected to have to play with you a bit more to prep your pretty little pussy for him but you seemed to already be dripping from the small amount of dry humping, he found it to be quite pathetic. Absolutely adorable, but pathetic nonetheless. 

Billy grabbed the plush of your ass, spreading the soft skin before sliding almost all the way inside of you in a single thrust. Billy let out a deep groan as the breath felt like it was pushed out of your lungs at the rough but very pleasurable intrusion. With his cock now inside of you, he moved back to his previous position laying on top of you. The new position pushed him deeper inside of you. Billy whined when he felt the tip of his cock lightly pressing against the back of your walls while you clenched tightly around him. He adjusted his legs slightly before rocking his hips repeatedly into you. Your moans were muffled by your soft pillows as his thrusts kept seeming to hit deeper and deeper inside of you. You were so close already, his teasing put you so close to the edge that you could have come just from him slipping inside of you. Billy used shaking hands to grip your shoulders as his thrusts grew faster. He went from grinding against you to full on deep thrusts. His lips moved against your spine as he worked his cock in and out of you. He adjusted himself up onto his forearms to get a better angle.

“Fuck! Billy, I'm almost there!” You can tell Billy feels like he's about to burst too. His thrusts get more erratic and groans and curses tumble out of him as he digs his fingernails into the meat of your shoulders. With a few more thrusts you were creaming all over his long cock. You can't help but squirm post orgasm as best you can with Billy holding you down. His thrusts never waver as he fucks you through your orgasm, chasing his own high. He aggressively turns your head so he can see you and moves your hair away from your pretty face. The dumb look on your face is apparent from the massive amounts of unbearable overstimulation that's screaming in the pit of your gut. Seeing the tears build up in your eyes and the shouts of his name from your sweet lips are enough to make him cum. He can't help but cackle as he bottoms out and empties himself deep inside your aching pussy. His laugh dies down along with his orgasm as he gives you a few more shallow thrusts, peppering kisses around your shoulders and back.

“So good for Billy.” He whispered. “So good.”

light dividers by rainbowkisses31

☾ notes: i thoroughly apologize if this is not up to the usual slaasherslut smut standard lol

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[doomh3ad]

could you write thigh riding with bateman and a sub reader? tysm!

i'm kind of obsessed with you just calling him bateman like he's your coworker i love it anon thanks for the request sorry it's so short omg <3

patrick bateman + thigh riding with sub reader (nsfw under cut, i'm so sorry forgive me for my sins)

Fuck, he really is as toned as he told you he was. That workout routine paid off.

When Patrick had invited you to sit on his lap, you didn't think it would lead to this. Gasping as you try to catch a breath, whining at the sensation as you move. His grip on your waist helps, but he told you before - this is on you.

Patrick doesn't hold back on telling you exactly what he thinks, though, even if that contributes to how you're shaking and nearing the end.

"Look at you. So desperate," he laughs, and fuck if it doesn't make your thighs clench and heart race even faster.

You're still trying to recover, breathing uneven, when Patrick looks down at you and smirks. He snaps his fingers down at his lap.

"Clean up your mess."

#slasher x reader #horror #slasher #slashers #slasher fic #slasher thirst #imelda's writing #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x you #american psycho movie #american psycho #horror movie #horror movies #slashers x reader #horror fan #horror smut #horror fics #slasher fics #slasher headcanons

[provokedgoalie]

just like me | m.m.

pairing: michael myers x reader

summary (somewhat): reader likes the danger he possess, even if it can get them killed.

a/n: peepaw myers can get it 👁️👅👁️ (also, this is my first time writing for my mans 🤧 mark this day down y'all)

You weren't sane, that much you knew— because, nobody should be getting a thrill out of this.

And yet, you craved the kitchen knife currently pressing against your neck.

The man wielding it grunts behind his mask, bloodlust consuming his entire being as his scarred hand tightens its grip on the handle.

You lean forward into his touch, sharp blade piercing into skin, and you grin wolfishly up at him.

Crimson seeps down your neck, wild eyes lock with eye holes; and although the shadows prevent you from getting a good look, you can tell from the slow tilt of his head that he's intrigued.

He's finally met his match.

#slashers #slasher #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #michael myers #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader #michael myers fanfic #michael myers imagine #michael myers fic #slasher fanfiction #slasher imagine #slasher fics #slasher fic #darkbucky writes #peepaw myers #old man myers #og michael myers #rz micheal myers #dbd imagine #dbd fanfic #dbd fic #dbd michael myers #dead by daylight fanfic #dead by daylight michael myers #slasher fandom #slasher fucker #slashers x reader

[leatherfaceish]

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HEADCANONS

• what i think plays in the slasher’s heads while they kill

BO SINCLAIR ☓ HOUSE OF WAX (2005) 

RATHER BE THE HUNTER THAN THE PREY Well aware that you are about to succumb to your demise, you beg for one final wish from Bo—that he doesn’t let you die a virgin—and he is almost too happy to oblige. (on scuddisher) [ MATURE | GN! | DRABBLE/SMUT | JAN 3RD 2023 ]

MICHAEL MYERS ☓ ROB ZOMBIE’S HALLOWEEN (2007 + 2009) 

FATE UP AGAINST YOUR WILL Thrown into Michael's room without supervision, he uses you for his desires—and uses more of you to his benefit. (on scuddisher) [ MATURE | GN! | FIC/SMUT | JAN 17TH 2023 ]

MICKEY ALTIERI ☓ SCREAM 2 (1997) 

FATAL ATTRACTION HOTLINE You fall victim to a hotline serial killer on campus, unbeknownst to you that it’s your classmate Mickey attempting to fulfill his desires. [ MATURE | GN! | DRABBLE/SMUT | APR 13TH 2023 ]

© leatherfaceish — all rights reserved.

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[ofnightshadeandthornyroses]

#tumblr polls #the lost boys #fanfiction #marco the lost boys #paul the lost boys #the lost boys x you #the lost boys x reader #fanfic #paul x reader #fiction #marco x reader #david x reader #dwayne x reader #dwayne the lost boys #david the lost boys #Slashers #Slasher fics

[stonerinthelonlycorner]

Im having the worst Thomas hewitt brain rot of my lifeeeeeee

I see all fluffy sex stuff but I need the angst man I need to ball my eyes out over fictional characters with a bad s/o or s/o gets in trouble with them

I just need it idk way but I frucking need it

RAWFRAWFRAWF

#Thomas hewitt #i need it #slasher fandom #Slasher fics #pleaaassseeeeee #I wanna write but I'm fucking scarredddd!!!!!!!!

[voraciousbugz]

Bo Sinclair X Reader (Oneshot(unfinished))

Requested by the lovely and wonderful @charliedawn

Synopsis: In which reader has become very interested in Bos hands, Bo takes notice and teases them.

Reader is g/n. They/Them pronouns will be used.

Warnings: Not many, some language, and innuendos on Bos end.

NOT PROOFREAD.

It was a warm day in Louisiana. Magnolias were in bloom and birds were heard chirping happily overhead. (Y/N) stretched in the porch chair they were sitting in, feeling a few satisfying pops along their spine. Bo had ceased work on his truck to enjoy the early afternoon with them, having stepped inside for a beer and a (favourite drink) for them. (Y/N) relaxed back into the chair as their thoughts began to drift. First about the birds, then about the truck, then about Bo working on said truck. About how his hands expertly moved around wires and valves in the engine. How strong and flexible his hands must be. How they might feel holding their own hand. Their thoughts were interupted by an ice cold beer can touching the back of their neck.

"ACK! GOD DAMMNIT BEAUREGARD!" They jumped out of their chair and turned on the now cackling brunet. He wiped a fake tear from his eye.

"Oh calm down." He handed them their drink. "Its not even that cold!"

"You just pulled in out of the fridge!" They reached for their drink, fingers just brushing his. "Its freezing-" they trailed off. They looked at the drink in their hands, no not at the drink. Bo's hand still holding it their fingers crossed together. His fingers were callused but soft. They felt themselves wanting more of them. But Bo pulled his hand away, and popped the tab on his can. He took a big swig.

"I should get back to work." He gave (Y/N) a small smile. "You're welcome to help if you want!" He took off down the porch steps and headed over to his truck.

(Y/N) took a sip of their drink, their fingers still tingling from the short contact. They sighed wistfully and followed after Bo. The leaned gently against the truck while Bo messed with the engine. He occasionally asked for a tool. (Y/N) handed him the tools and went back to watching his hands. Their mind began to wander again.

They could see the tendons moving under his skin. They wondered what his hands would feel like pressed against their bare sides. Squeezing and tugging at the flesh. Would they be rough with his calluses or soft from the oil?Their face flushed slightly at the thought. Bo held his hand out and asked them something.

"Hm? What?" They shook their head to clear the fog, and looked at his hand.

"I asked for the wrench over there on your left?" He questioned. "Are you alright? You've been pretty distracted today."

"Oh yeah im fine. Just thinking." They picked up the wrench and handed it to him, their hand lingering again. When they pulled away they let their finger brush his palm. He raised an eyebrow but shrugged and continued with the engine. They worked in relative silence for the rest of the afternoon.

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It was getting quite humid when they decided to finally head back inside. Lester was chilling on the couch and Vincent was off in his basement working on an art project. Bo headed off to the kitchen to wash his hands, while (Y/N) plopped themselves down on the couch next to Lester.

Lester could sense the tension and inquired about what was wrong.

"It's just..." They started, wondering if it was okay to tell Lester about the hand fixation they had on his brother. They decided not to, considering their little "problem" was their weird fixation on Bos hands. You shouldn't tell his brothers about that... That's just weird.

"Don't worry about it Les." They assured him. "I'll be fine."

Lester shrugged and began to pet Jonesys head. He then began talking about his day. (Y/N) simply nodded and listened.

Meanwhile Bo was in the kitchen washing his hands. (Y/N) seemed very hyperfocused on them. He had a theory but would need to test it. After he dried them he snuck up the stairs past the couch and grabbed a bottle of Jergens (a top tier lotion btw) and began massaging it into his hands. Once it had all soaked in he made his way back down the stairs rubbing his hands together to warm them up. He turned the corner to see Lester rolling on the floor with Jonesy laughing, while she playfully growled and barked.

(Y/N) sat laughing at their display of affection. Bo walked into the couch pushing them aside and sitting down. He then pulled them onto his lap.

AND THAT'S ALL FOLKS...

I could not bring myself to finish this. I'm sorry to @charliedawn who requested this but I just could not do it. It's been hard trying to get back into writing but I'm not gonna make up excuses for myself other than, I've never been a good writer, in the sense that I just don't like it. I'm sorry again! 😓

#bo sinclair #house of wax #sinclair brothers #slasher x reader #bo sinclair x reader #X Reader #slasher fics

[small-sinclair]

Little Lady

Young!Rusty Nail x college fem!reader

Rusty is the same age as reader (think 20-25).

I'll write a part 3 and that's going to be smutty/fluffy. Not profread!

Welcomed readers: @sketchy-rosewitch, @fluffy-little-demon, @poir0t-houck, @waxxl0ver, @crumb, @ninakuli, @whimsyvixen, @roadkillerx, @hope4rain19, @vicl0v3

Part 2 to Little Lady

He drove the through your college a couple times, and every time he saw you.

You would smile, wave, and he would pull over and hop out the cab to see you if he had time or if he didn’t have blood on his hands. Rusty would smile brightly and put out his cigarette so you didn’t smell like it. Someone as beautiful and young like you shouldn’t smell like smoke and dried blood. Mostly, he just liked seeing you, his little lady, and hearing how school was.

At first, he didn’t care about your schooling and your dreams, but he had a change of heart when you showed off your fashion designs in your sketch book one day. And the way you lit up about you passing a hard test? He want to bottle it up and put it in his pocket. Everything from your laughter to your smile made him want you more. But it was the way you said his name when you saw him and he slowed down; so nice and light… Rusty would run every red light to hear you whisper his name. Even on those cold and lonely nights, he hears your voice and sees your eyes in the stars.

When he looks down at the reflection of his victim’s blood, he could see you by his side with your eyes closed.

And you couldn’t help but look forward to seeing the young truck driver. He was always so nice to you, and he would bring you sweet treats from a place he’s been or a sweatshirt. His hands were rough and callous already for being in his young twenties, but you couldn’t help but ache to hold his hand. Whatever was in the glimmer of his eyes and light in his voice, you almost felt at home with him.

When he came to town and drove on the main road pass your class, he came in a different truck. A faded, one-seated, red pickup truck with rust around the rims. The back window had a large crack from the passenger side to the center, and there was a bumper sized dent on the tailgate on the driver side. He was parked on the side of the road as you came out of the building, snow gathering to the side of the walkway.

He was leaning against the side with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Smoke curled around his head like a broken halo as he blew up into the air. When his eyes landed on you, he quickly put the cigarette out with his boot and straightened himself up as if he was about to meet a queen.

“Afternoon, little lady,” he greeted with a big smile. His eyes sparkled in the fading sunlight. “It’s a bit late, ya know? With winter and all, sun goes down.”

You hugged your coat closer and your backpack, that hung from your hip with a star key chain he gave you, came tighter. “There’s supposed to be a winter storm tonight, too,” you hummed. You looked at him up and down. “Where’s your truck?”

He gave a soft grin and chuckled. “Got the next two weeks off, doll.” He looked down the road then back at you. “Decided to visit you for the weekend if that’s okay?”

He earned a little laugh from you as you stepped closer to him. “I don’t mind, Rusty. Besides, I feel better seeing you now; it wasn’t the best day.”

He lifted a brow. “Wanna talk about it?”

“No. Just want to go home, really,” you answered, a tried smile forming on your lips. “I’m tired, Rusty.”

Your defeated voice my his heart ache for a moment. He licked his lips quickly then asked, “Do you want me to drive you home?”

You thought for a moment. How well did you really know him? Sure, he would stop sometimes, pull over, and have you hop in for a drive or to take you to the diner off campus if it was really late. You yeah, he would hang out with you, talk to you, let you sleep on his should when you got sleepy, and listen to your week like you would for him. But he never really told you much about his life. He knows about your family and your golf fish, Larry, but you don’t even know if he has a house or a shed!

You didn’t know if you should let him take you home, but it is getting darker and colder…

You came from your thoughts when a sudden blast of cold wind hits your back. Before you could even bundle up, Rusty took you in his arms and hid your face in his chest as the wind picked up. He lowered his head and closed his eyes as snow hit his body, and he shivered as it went down his shirt. He remembered what his aching arms are for when he shields your from the blast of snow and wind as he tucked your head under his chin. He was cold, yes; but he felt your warmth and smelt your sweet cherry scent in the cold air. You are worth getting cold for.

When the wind died down for a moment, he already made his mind up. “I’m taking you home,” he says in the fabric of your winter hat. “It’s too damn cold for ya ta’walk.” Without you protesting or even thinking about having a say, he pushes you to his truck and got you in.

You slid from the driver side to the passenger side easily as he followed in. He started the engine and turned the heater up. He leaned back in his seat then glanced at you. The light snow in his hair and on his eye lashes made him look like a wolf hunting in the winter. If that’s the case, then you might as well be the rabbit.

As the heat circled the truck, he buckled up, looked both ways, and pulled out into the road. “Wanna get food first before I drop you off?”

You buckled yourself up at the stoplight. “I have food in the slow cooker,” you glanced at him then at the snow coming down. “Bet you hadn’t had a good home meal in a while, huh?”

Rusty’s thumb taped on the wheel in thought. “It’s been a while, yeah,” the truck moved forward, “you don’t mind, do you?”

“It’ll be nice not to eat by myself tonight,” you answered. “Besides, I have beef and noodles cooking. Larry can’t have that.”

“Gotta keep that fish happy,” he answered. “But if we fed him gold fish crackers…”

“Cannibalism.”

He snorted out a laugh. “It’s crackers!”

“In the shape of a fish, Rusty!” You protested, giving him an offended look before laughing to yourself.

The snow flakes were starting to fall fast and grew bigger. Rusty glances at you then the road. His smile was warm and serene. “Whatever you say, doll.”

***********

After a missed turn and a quick stop for gas and soda, he parked in front of your apartment. it wasn't too big, only being three stories tall, but it wasn't too small, either. It was close to campus, but it was still far from your college class rooms.

"I live in the basement," you said, pointed at a window that was ground level. "It's a studio, so it's small."

Rusty shrugged as he closed the car door. "Big enough for two people, right?"

"Big enough for two people plus a fish," you answered. "I live on the quiet side of college. Nothing happens around here besides hearing the train at night."

Rusty closed the door tight and followed you down the five steps to the basement. Across from your apartment was the laundry room; no neighbors to say hello or to bother you. As much as Rusty was glad that he got you all to himself, he didn't like that you were alone when you came back from a long day. Come to think of it, he doesn't remember you telling him about your friends. He only knew that your family was three hours away and hardly visit.

When you opened the door to your apartment, he could help but marvel at your room. You apartment was lit by soft yellow and white Christmas tree lights, giving it a warm feeling, and it was clean. You had a couch with pillows, a little coffee table, and a bookshelf in a corner by the kitchen. To the left, your bed was neatly made with stuffed animals and fluffy pillows, and his sweatshirt you stole laid with your p.j. pants. There was a desk with a photo of your family, and Larry's fish bowl was on the dresser. He had a little castle and a dragon skull in the tank and Larry was a fat fish that swam peacefully and carelessly around. When he looked up, he saw printed pictures of you and him taped to the wall, but one photo of him by his truck was in a little circle frame that said "Bless the 18 Wheeler" at the bottom. When he looked closer, he could make out faded lips on his face; your lips.

He looked back at you as you entered the kitchen and pulled down some bowls and cups. "You didn't have to put me in a frame, y/n."

"I know," you answered as you fixed him a bowl of noodles from your slow cooker. "But I did. You're the first person I see in the morning." You exited the kitchen and placed the bowls on the coffee table. "I think you look cute in that photo, too."

"Cute?" He asked. "I ain't cute."

You rolled your eyes as you patted the seat next to you on the couch for him to join you. "I know, I know. You're a big, strong, tough truck driver."

He hung his jacket on the back of your computer chair then sat next to you. His dark brown plaid he normally wears was warn and still dirty. Rusty took the bowl and started eating. "Don't you forget it," he said with a mouthful of noodles. His eyes rolled back at the taste and he started wolfing down his meal. It's been so long since Rusty had a good meal like this. He's so used to gas station food and microwaved food that he forgot was a home meal tasted like. Best of all, it was made by your hands and love.

You ate with him and felt happy. You and Larry weren't alone tonight during the snow storm. Some was with you to keep you warm for the weekend.

"Are you staying the night?" You asked as you brought him another bowl.

He looked out the window at the big snowflakes and watched how fast they were falling. "You sure? I don't wanna intrude."

"I don't mind. Besides," you nodded at his truck. "You're already snowed in, the motels are probly full with other travelers, and the roads were already covered in black ice when you came down," swallowed a spoonful of noodles. "I feel safer with you here than driving in this weather. I have plenty of blankets and pillows for you to use, too."

Rusty acted like he was thinking, but he already had his mind made up. he was going to stay no matter if you said no or didn't ask. He was going to have you for himself tonight even if you like it or not. This is what he was looking forward to ever since he laid eyes on you, but why did he feel disgusted with himself when he looked at your sweet smile? Why did he feel sick when his lustful desires took over and his mind raced with images of you pinned to the bed, begging him to stop fucking you so rough? His stomach turned when his own actions and sinful wishes took over; he couldn't do that to you. He realizes that now. All he want so do is hold his little lady tonight and keep her warm through the winter storm.

"Alright," he said in a low voice. "I'll stay with you, little lady."

#rusty nail fanfic #rusty nail x y/n #rusty nail x reader #rusty nail joyride #joyride fanfiction #joyride 2013 #joyride 2001 #joyride 2008 #slasher fics #slasher fanfic #slasher fanfiction #slasher fandom #slasher x s/o #slasher x reader #slasher x you

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Sick

pairing: otis x afab!reader

summary: after weeks of being held captive by the family, otis finally takes an interest in you

warnings: smut, object insertion, oral sex (m receiving), knife play, unprotected sex, marking/branding, blood, no pronouns used but it's implied reader wears a skirt, otis calls reader 'mama', mentioned kidnapping

a/n: so i took a quick break from requests to write this because this motherfucker has had me in a chokehold for the last few days. anyway, ima go back to working on requests now

i'm only mildly embarrassed to have written and posted this

also, this is my first time writing for otis so if it's slightly out of character i apologise

word count: 1425

"What're you lookin' at?" Otis was pointing his knife at you from where he sat on the edge of the bed, watching you.

"I'm not looking at anything." You answered, unable to keep your voice from trembling as you shook your head.

The rope around your wrists was beginning to burn, yet you could only focus on the burning that was elsewhere. It was probably the reason you shouldn't have been looking at him, because you couldn't see yourself getting any form of release anytime soon.

"Hey!" He said, bringing your attention back to him. "I said...what're you lookin' at?"

"I'm not looking at anything." You said again, this time with a little more surety.

This only seemed to amuse him, eliciting a quiet laugh from his throat as he stood up. "See, I think you want somethin', Mama."

You shook your head again, your skin beginning to feel unbearably hot as he approached, his fingers still curled around the handle of the blade.

"I think you got yourself a little problem down there." He smirked, pointing the tip of his blade between your thighs.

All you could do was squeeze them shut in response, squirming in the chair slightly as he chuckled.

"You want me to play with you?" He teased, running the knife over the top of your bare thigh. "Huh?"

"Yes." You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut as he continued to drag the blade along your skin.

You watched in silence as he pulled the knife away, turning it around in his hand, before sliding the handle between your thighs. You flinched when you felt the cool metal graze your bare pussy, and it brought another quiet laugh from him as he edged the knife closer.

"You like that? Huh? Do you?"

"Yes." You breathed out, nodding your head frantically.

A quiet moan slipped past your lips when you finally felt the metal part your folds, the sensation only slightly uncomfortable.

He moved the weapon back and forth a few times before suddenly pausing. "Now, if I let you outta this chair...will you be good for me?"

You nodded, shifting your hips a little, desperate for any kind of friction.

"If you try and run, this knife is goin' straight through your throat. Got it?"

"Mhm, got it."

They'd been holding you in this house for the past month, only ever dragging you outside to take a piss. And over the weeks, you chose to spend your time watching him──the tall, pale skinned man with the magnificent eyes. The man who you later discovered was named Otis.

You wouldn't run, even if he hadn't threatened you. You were too intrigued by him, too drawn to him. It was a stupid move to let them keep you here willingly, but you simply couldn't help it. Curiosity had taken over and there was no chance of going back.

"Alright, come here." He ordered, once he'd untied the rope, leaving you free to move as far as you wanted.

But you moved towards him, your legs suddenly feeling weak as you set one foot in front of the other.

"On your knees."

Again, you did as he said, carefully sinking to your knees in front of him.

You could've run. You could've used his leniency against him and tried to get away. Yet here you were, waiting on your knees for your next command.

Oh, how far you had fallen.

You almost flinched when he unzipped his jeans, the sound startling you back to reality.

"Now, I think you can work out your next job pretty easily, right?"

"Mhm."

"I can't hear you." He said, raising his voice slightly.

"Yes."

"Then get to it." He urged, hurrying you along, waving his knife beside your head. "I don't have all day."

You did as he said, wetting your lips as you carefully curled your fingers around the base of his cock. The fact that you had spent days thinking about this was sick. He was one of your captors, and you were revelling in the fact that he was allowing you to touch him.

You couldn't tell if this was the result of being held here for so many days, or if you were simply just that fucked in the head. It was likely the latter.

You could already feel a fire crackling in your stomach as you closed your lips around him, the sound of a groan falling from his lips sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

"That's it, Mama." He chuckled, lazily petting your head as you continued to move your mouth up and down his cock.

With every movement came another quiet groan from Otis's throat, and it only seemed to spur you on. You were determined to please him in whatever way you could. You may have just been another victim to him, but you were determined to make sure you'd be remembered for at least this.

His grip on the back of your head became tighter with every second that passed, all the while you were continuing with your movements over him, desperate to pull more groans from his throat.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ." He chuckled, his voice hoarse. "You are just too fuckin' good at this shit."

It wasn't long until you felt him twitch inside your mouth, his release coating your tongue. And you fought back a gag as he kept your face held against him.

You couldn't help the quiet moan that slipped past your lips when he finally pulled you off of him, watching as you swallowed.

"Fuck!" He smirked, pulling his hair away from his face. "You are sick!"

You kept quiet, shifting uncomfortably on your knees, the heat pooling between your thighs becoming near unbearable.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I suppose you want me to do a little somethin' for you now, huh."

Again, you remained silent, mostly because you weren't entirely sure you were supposed to speak yet.

"Do you want me to fuck you, (y/n)?"

"Yes."

"Well damn." He laughed, seemingly surprised by your answer. "I really shoulda tried you out sooner."

You waited in silence as he stared at you, still waving the knife around as he laughed.

But then the laughter stopped, and something seemed to shift in the room, before he suddenly pointed the knife at you.

"Alright, Mama. I want you to get on your feet and bend your ass over that chair. Okay?"

You nodded, standing up and doing exactly as he said, draping your arms over the back of the chair as you awaited your next command.

But it seemed there would be no command as you soon felt his hands gripping your hips, the cold handle of the knife pushing against your skin.

Seconds later, you felt him push himself inside you, and your knees almost buckled beneath you from the force.

He took no time in setting a brutal pace behind you, his hips slapping against you with each thrust, pulling strangled moans from your throat.

And you hated how much you were enjoying this, how much you craved it. You kept reminding yourself that he was your captor, that your only concern should've been how you would get away from him. Yet right now, in this moment, you were more than happy to let him destroy you.

You flinched when you suddenly felt the edge of the blade glide against your thigh, followed by the sting of the metal piercing your skin.

"You're mine now, Mama." He groaned, continuing his brutal pace inside you, the knife still carving lines into your skin.

He was sick. You were sick. And you honestly wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Fuck!" You cried out, digging your fingernails into the chair. "Please! God! Please!"

"I ain't no God, sweetheart." Otis chuckled, finally dropping the knife to the floor. "I'm the fuckin' devil. And you're lettin' him fuck your fuckin' brains out."

It wasn't long before you were reaching your own release, screaming his name as you came. You'd been gripping the chair so hard you'd broken your fingernails, your blood now staining the wood. And if it wasn't for Otis's grip on your hips, you probably would've collapsed.

"What'd ya think?" He asked, after you'd caught your breath, pointing to the bloodied skin of your thigh.

You could only really identify a couple of the letters, but it didn't take much to realise what he'd done.

"Is that your fuckin' name?"

"You bet it is." He smirked. "You're mine now. All fuckin' mine."

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[fallwritten]

im new to really writing so take a fluffish smut fic :)

f!reader x bubba sawyer | nsfw, kinda shitty but whatever.

you were perfect to him, in every shape and form. he needed you indeed, and here you were lying underneath him as he thrusted into you, letting out small grunts almost caving as you clenched around him signaling you were close, letting out sweet soft moans. he slammed into you harder chasing - both, of your orgasms. "p-please" you softly spoke, wanting it so bad tears starting to glisten in your eyes, the pleasure started to ripple through your body feeling him thrust into you hardly making wet noises riding you through your orgasm, as he slowed down you both breathing heavily. pulling out letting his seed pour out of you, laying down next to you. its safe to say, youre his.

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[writegoblin]

Hi!! I saw a post saying you take reqs for Rusty Nail and I RAN. Ok, so, imagine him with a GN partner who's really introverted and is considered strange by a lot of people? (Like has hyper fixations and thinks out loud a lot)? Idk if this sounds weird but thank you for reading this :)

Have a great day/night 💜

Ily....

Run! Don't walk!!!

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Rusty Nail paired with an introverted reader

- You and Rusty are kindered souls. He's a big, somewhat awkward guy when interacting with the general population. You're somehow worse though. You can never confront anyone, talk to strangers

- To add a cherry on top of it all, you have some interesting interests. For the sake of these HCs I'm gonna use my own strange interests!!! Taxidermy art and true crime!

- Your fascination with the macabre has just made it that much harder for you. (You've been to many a party, and yeah, no one wanted to hear about your recent purchase of a small mouse playing poker.)

- And despite all this? Rusty gives not a single shit. Don't get me wrong, he thinks you're weird. But he appreciates it as a charm!

- Driving everywhere and visiting a lot of places I'd imagine he'd find the new perspective refreshing.

- Rusty is the "they asked for no pickles" quiet boyfriend.

- As for dates, this is just a bonus. He didn't need to sweat taking you somewhere fancy-- you appreciated the beauty of the simplistic. A dive bar or a drive through the mountains.

To conclude, Rusty Nail is best matched with an introverted S/O, and also, there was absolutely no need for this to sit in my fucking drafts for the months it did.

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[slaasherslut]

Peeping Tom, Keep On Looking At Me

Summary: Billy finds a hole in the attic floor that is just over your bed. He cant help but watch you as you squirm under your sheets.

Warnings: smut, male + female masturbation, excessive cursing, voyeurism

1.7k words

Billy had discovered something interesting earlier that night. He had one of his many violent temper tantrums in the attic. He threw things around, screaming and crying wildly. It was triggered by the fact that no one had picked up the phone when he tried calling downstairs followed by some minor teasing. You and some of the other girls who hadn't gone home for the holidays yet had decided to go on a night out on the town. Get dinner, go shopping and do whatever you felt like before not being able to see each other over Christmas. The phone rang as you guys were throwing on your boots and jackets.

"Eh, just leave it." Barb waved her hand dismissively. "Probably just the moaner anyways."

The last thing Billy heard from the upstairs bedroom was one of the other girls imitating his moans before a chorus of laughter echoed throughout the old house and the front door shut. The house was left with a thick silence minus the tall strangers heavy breathing. Billy was furious as he stomped back up to the attic. He then began wildly screaming and crying while throwing things all over. Shoving things, throwing them to the other side of the room, just making a huge mess of the already cluttered attic. In the midst of his tantrum, he had kicked a small box and watched it slide across the floor. In its place, a small sliver of light was barely noticeable as it came up through the floor. He sauntered over to the light and saw a small hole in the attic floor. Kneeling on the floor he pressed his face against the dusty wood to look through the hole. It was barely big enough for him to see through. On the other side of the hole was one of the nicely made beds in one of the girls' bedrooms. Billy couldn't help but giggle at the thought of watching one of the girls sleep and do whatever else they got up to.

"Billy’s gonna have so much fun!" His fit of giggles grew louder at the thought of the glorious things he would be able to witness.

You and the rest of the girls got home a little after midnight. Arms full of shopping bags and the drinks from dinner still in your system as you walked up the stairs with a tipsy Jess. The two of you giggled as you talked about the hijinks some of the other girls had been up to that night. You adjusted your bags in your arms as the two of you reached your bedroom door.

“A few of the girls and I were going to make some snacks and watch a scary movie. Did you wanna join us?” Jess took a few more steps toward her bedroom while she asked.

“I think i'm okay, i'm just gonna head to bed.” You knew you would have had a fun time with them and you weren't exactly tired yet but you had some other things to attend to tonight. Jess nodded.

“Okay, well if you change your mind we’ll all be downstairs in like half an hour!” She dashed off to her own bedroom to drop off her bags before going back downstairs. You got your bedroom door opened and threw your shopping bags down in front of the closet.

Billy sat on the attic floor listening to all the footsteps and voices going on below him, making his plans for who he would visit tonight, if anyone at all. A new light came shining up from the hole in the floor and caught his attention. His soft brown locks bounced as he carefully crawled across the floor to investigate. The sound of your bedroom door shutting made his ears perk up. Once he was in eyesight of the hole his eyes darted around to find you. After a few seconds you walked into his view with what appeared to be a shirt and underwear in your hands that you tossed onto your bed. Billy watched carefully as you slipped off your clothes you wore out tonight. A devilish grin broke out across his face once you were down to your bra and underwear. He had to wipe the drool that poured out of his mouth onto the sleeve of his green sweater as he watched you slip the garments off. He giggled to himself, covering his mouth to keep as quiet as possible.

“Such a pretty little piggy..” Billy thought to himself as he stalked your naked form across the room.

Billy watched as you grabbed your clothes on the bed, thinking for a moment before slipping on the shirt. It was long on you, way too long. “But just the right length” Billy thought. His cock twitched in his jeans as he watched you toss the panties to the floor instead of putting them on and climb up onto your bed. The shirt pulled up at the motion stopping about halfway up your ass. Billy just barely got a view of your pretty cunt from under the shirt as you crawled up your mattress. His groin began to develop a deep ache deeper than he could ever reach as he watched you move. Each tiny movement of your hips drove him wild, he wanted to touch you, he needed to touch you. He watched as you turned around and laid back onto the bed, head cushioned by your soft pillow. He knew just how soft it was from the times he would explore your room and play with your things while you were out of the house. It smelled just like your lovely shampoo.

He wanted to take you in this position so badly. To be towering over you and squeezing you. Digging his fingernails into your plush flesh hard enough to draw blood as he fucked himself inside of you. Your insides would be so pretty.. all soft, warm, and wet for him. He watched with ravenous eyes as you hiked your shirt up above your breasts and a wandering hand went between your legs. Billy couldn't believe his eyes, he was drooling even more now. Ragged breaths tore through his chest as he watched you. He covered his mouth as he let out a moan and a giggle.

“Pretty piggy loves to play, Billy wants to play with piggy too.” He whispered to himself. Billy laid down on his stomach on the wooden floor, lining up his eye to get a better look at your writhing form on your mattress in the room below. He couldn't help but grind his clothed crotch against the hard wood beneath him, careful not to make too much noise and alert you that you were being watched, and by a pervert no less.

"P-pretty.. pretty cunt, pretty slut.." He ground himself down harder against the floor, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body. His cock became hard and greedy in his tightening jeans. Billy sat himself up and tried to unbuckle his belt and pants quickly yet silently, tucking the metallic belt buckle into his pocket so it wouldn't make any noise against the attic floor before pushing his pants down to his mid thighs. He wrapped a tight fist around the base of his aching cock and started pumping himself. The need to be closer to you overpowered him as he stopped his hand as he laid back down on the floor. He lay on his side so he could freely jerk himself off while getting to be able to see you clearly. The way your fingers danced on your sweet little bud caused Billy to buck his hips into his hand. Mimicking the actions of himself thrusting inside of you, he shuttered when you shoved two fingers into your aching cunt without warning.

He bit his hand hard to stop himself from moaning too loud. It looked like you were starting to get close to the edge, close to coming around the fingers that should be his. Part of him hoped you knew he was watching and were imagining his long fingers thrusting deep inside of you instead. Billy would fuck you deep, he knew he would. He would make sure of that. He would finger fuck you hard and deep to get you ready for his fat cock head pushing past your folds. The taste of iron from his hand was subtle in his mouth. His long tongue lapped at the puncture marks left behind from his sharp teeth to clean up any remaining blood. He wanted to leave bite marks like that all over you. Billy wanted absolutely nothing more than to be slobbering all over your cunt instead of his hand. Licking you up and down, sucking on your swollen clit, shoving his tongue inside you. The way your pussy would be soaking wet with his saliva mixed with your own cum. The images of you in his mind and in front of him were getting him so close, he wished he was blowing his load inside of you instead of in his hand. It seemed like such a waste. The closer he got the harder he squeezed and pumped, panting heavily. High pitched whines and moans were being torn from his throat.

"Pretty slut, pretty cunt, Pretty slut, pretty cunt, Pretty slut, pretty cunt." He muttered as his tongue wildly moved. Thoughts of you cumming in his mouth and swallowing every drop caused the knot in his stomach to burst. "Pretty pretty piggy!" He looked down at you as your face contorted in pleasure as you came on your fingers, rubbing yourself through your orgasm. Billy came in sync with you as he shook violently. Heavy breaths and harsh moans as cum spilled over his hand and dripped down onto the wood floor. His strokes slowed as he came down from his exquisite high. Once he had relaxed he had looked down at your orgasmic form. You were sprawled out with your eyes closed, heavy breaths violently shook your chest which drew in Billy’s eyes. He could have swore you were glowing right then. You looked ethereal post orgasm and he wasn't sure how many times he could handle watching you before the craving for having the real thing became too strong.

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