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gatorbites-imagines · 7 months

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Kinktober day 3

Michael Myers + Drugged and/or captured.

This is a spiritual sequel to the bondage/shibari Michael Myers prompt from last year’s Kinktober. This is a shorter one, cuz ya boy is busy with his studies 🤓

Pretty sure this counts as dub-con, so like, watch out for that ig.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

A year had passed since your last run in with Michael Myers, one year since you had panicked and tied him up and left him on the floor of your living room. And one year since he escaped the very moment you looked away. You had been on edge all year because of it, as Michael had never been found or caught, his killing spree even seemed to come to an end for the time being after he had left your home. This didn’t stop the entire population of Haddonfield from worrying as the next Halloween night approached.

Most who could afford it left the town for the week leading up to Halloween and afterwards, but you, like many, could in no way afford a two-week holiday. Your run in with Michael wasn’t a secret though, so the day before Halloween your manager had sent you home early and told you to return a few days after the holiday. It felt like they were signing your death warrant, but it also made sense to keep the murder count down if Michael was gonna come for you again this year.

Ever since the past Halloween it had been impossible for you to sleep, to the point where you had been prescribed sleeping medication. You didn’t want to take it the days leading up to Halloween, terrified that you wouldn’t be able to wake up in case Michael showed up again, but as you sat on your couch already feeling like a corpse you were regretting that decision.

There hadn’t been a single report of murder this year though, so at some point in your sleep deprived delusions you’d convinced yourself all was safe, popped your meds, and fallen asleep in your bed still completely dressed. But maybe you should have listened to your paranoia more, as not long after you had gone to sleep a familiar slow-moving shadow snuck through your house, heavy footsteps approaching your bedroom where you laid splayed out like a starfish, a pool of drool already forming on your pillow.

Michael could only give a small head tilt as he saw your unconscious body, unsure of what to do. Part of him had hoped for a repeat of the last year, as the feeling of your ropes holding him in place had never left his mind, awakening a different kind of hunger than his usual hunger for blood. Even as Michael crawled up onto the bed, his bulk causing your bedframe to creak in complaint, you barely twitched.

Michael panted under his mask as his hands shook, feeling an unfamiliar churning in his abdomen as he dug through your drawers, pushing aside knickknacks and different toys you kept laying around, pulling out a colourful rope similar to the one you had used to tie him up with last year. His work was nowhere as skilled as your own, but it worked in securing your arms above your head, leaving them out of his way as his wild strength tore your clothes to ribbons.

You vision swam as you woke up, your body felt too heavy and sluggish like it always did when you woke up with your meds still in your system. Normally youd only wake if you really needed to go to the bathroom, something you were pretty sure you did in your sleep most days, but this time it was different. Something heavy was bearing down on you, and as you tried to move you found your arms strung up above your head. But most noticeably was the wet heat around your length, tight and insistent. Even in your sleep addled mind you could sense the strong thighs boxing in your hips as the persons rough hands groped at your torso.

The half coherent part of your mind was sure this was all a dream, even as your vision cleared for the most part, though it was still blurry around the edges. Because how else would any of this make sense. Why would Michael Myers of all people be riding you like his life depended on it, knocking the air right out of your chest as his bulky form weighed down on you. It wasn’t the weirdest wet dream you’d ever had, and you were pretty sure you had overheard somewhere that fear could lead to lust.

He wasn’t moaning, which saddened you somehow, even as he panted and gave small grunts when you would rub against his prostate. Had this all been real, you would have grabbed his hips to show him how to hit that spot every time, but it seemed in your dream your arms were tied, and the sluggish nature of your body made it hard to even roll your hips up into his.

It was only when his hands wrapped around your throat and you could feel yourself become lightheaded that it hit you that this might be real, as your hips started to ache from the speed of his riding and your vision started to swim from lack of oxygen and not just the meds in your system. The orgasm rolled through your entire body, starting from the top of your head, and running all the way down to your curling toes as you groaned sluggishly. You were sure drool was running down your chin at this point.

You would first realize the next morning that Michael came just as hard as you did, as he didn’t seem to have cared to clean you up afterwards. He had been polite enough to release your arms though. Your hips were killing you all day, who’d have thought having a guy Michael size ride you like a wild horse would mess up your back so much. It was only as you sat eating breakfast that it hit you that it had all really happened, and you needed to sit with your face in your hands for a bit, trying to fight off the heat it created in your abdomen, trying to ignore the small hope that hed return again tonight.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #male reader #michael myers #slasher #michael myers imagine #michael myers headcanon #michael myers x male reader #michael myers x reader #slasher imagine #slasher headcanon #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #dubcon tw

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bluetintcore · 2 years

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nsfw alphabet ᥫ᭡ patrick bateman.

synopsis ˒ in which i walk you through the ropes of sex with our favorite psychopath!

pairings ˒ patrick bateman x fem!reader.

warnings ˒ SMUT; pure filth; mentions of murder; mentions of knife and blood play; mentions of bondage; mentions of cheating; mentions of an axe; i think that may be it!

word count ˒ 1,4k

note from me ˒ thats my leg btw ;) creds to gif owner!

a = aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

first of all, he’s smart and he knows what women want. he knows that they want to be loved and treated after sex, so he’d do just that to keep you whipped. he’d run you a nice bath and he’d even join you if you wanted. he’d wash your hair and body and he’d press loving kisses to your neck while doing so. he’d even carry you back to bed.

b = body part (his favorite body part of his and yours)

patrick is a little overly cocky, he knows he’s attractive. so if we’re being honest he really doesn’t feel he has any flaws, but if he had to choose his favorite body part would probably be his arms. he loves how defined his muscles look, he often finds himself flexing into any mirror he comes in contact with. he’s obsessed with himself.

on you, it’d have to be your thighs. he’s a big thigh guys. he loves how smooth they are and how your muscles flex when you walk; never fails to make him yearn for you. while fucking you, his go to to grab would be your thighs so support him. your thighs are his main hype man ngl.

c = cum (anything to do with cum)

he really likes to cum inside you. he just thinks it’s so warm and comforting. but he’ll honestly cum anywhere you want him to. your face, your belly, thighs, etc. but his all time favorite is inside.

d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)

he has 1000% fantasized about murdering you mid sex. like he’d be fucking you and then out of nowhere he’d pull out an axe and go all psycho on you. of course, that’s a secret for a reason. you’d never know that.

e = experienced (how experienced is he? does he know what he’s doing?)

oh abso-fucking-lutely. this man is a total fucking womanizer. he knows exactly how to charm and hit all the right spots because he’s hit them many times before on other women.

f = favorite position (goes without saying)

surprisingly, he really enjoys missionary. he likes to look into your eyes so he knows he’s making you feel good; it’s something of a confidence booster for him. but he also really likes giving you back shots. however, he’d be open to trying any position.

g = goofy (is he more serious in the moment? humorous? etc.)

he’s serious. you would never catch this man cracking a joke during intimate times. in fact, if you even cracked a joke he’d probably look at you like you just said the most terrible thing. he doesn’t think sex should equal humor, and he prefers to be serious. and he would like it if you were serious too.

h = hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think even before he met you he’d be big on being completely shaved down there. having a ton of hair makes him feel dirty (not that it is). so 99.9% of the time he would keep himself completely smooth.

i = intimacy (how is he during the moment? is he romantic?)

he can be, if he really loved you. most of the time he prefers to keep his mouth shut BUT if you’re lucky he may call you beautiful and tell you how amazing you feel. but that’s on a good day.

j = jerk off (masturbation headcanon)

you know, i don’t see him being the biggest masturbator. if he was horny, he’d come to you. if you didn’t want sex, he’d find someone who did; it’s as simple as that. but don’t be sad, at least you were his first option!

k = kink (one or more of his kinks)

obviously bondage. he’d love having you tied up and helpless as he had his way with you. he’s also into knife play and blood, ironically. as said before, if you weren’t comfortable with this he wouldn’t force you; because he’d find someone else who would.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

he’d be okay with anywhere in his apartment. his bed, his couch, as long as he’s comfortable he doesn’t really care. to be completely honest, i don’t even think he’d have sex anywhere other than his apartment. anytime the two of you go out it’s always “let’s go back to MY apartment”. guess he just feels more comfortable there.

m = motivation (what turns him on?)

you getting hit on by other men. obviously you can’t help that and he knows it, but it’s the feeling of one upping those men that want you. after all, he’s the one fucking you every night; not them. so anytime you two are out and about if you get hit on he immediately wants sex.

n = no (something he wouldn’t do)

be submissive. during sex he is ALWAYS the dominant one. i feel like being submissive would absolutely obliterate his ego and that would seriously fuck with his head. so, if you’re a switch sorry about your luck because you’re a soon to be permanent sub.

o = oral (preference on giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he prefers receiving but he would never dismiss going down on you. he’s amazing at it, too. however when going down on you he’d never let you finish, he’d have you so close but right before you cum he’d stop and say, “i still have to fuck you.”

p = pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

never in a million years would patrick bateman have slow and sensual sex. he doesn’t like sex if it isn’t his way and that’s rough and fast. MAYBE on your anniversary he’d be soft and sweet but probably not even then.

your relationship with patrick revolves around him let’s be real.

q = quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

they’re not his favorite. but since he doesn’t go outside of his apartment for sex, he’d never really have to worry about them.

r = risk (is he okay with experimenting? does he take risks?)

as long as it doesn’t completely beat up his ego, he’ll do it for you. it’s the least he can do. surprisingly, as much as he may fantasize about hurting you, he never actually would. he might try spanking, but that’s as far as he’d take it.

s = stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

he can go about 5-6 rounds throughout the night, 3-5 on a bad day. he usually lasts about 25-30 minutes.

t = toys (does he own toys? how much does he use them? on you or him?)

i don’t really think he’d be a big toy guy, honestly. he’s all about you and him intimacy, not a toy. probably laugh in your face if you brought it up to him. he may use a vibrator on you, but that’d be it.

u = unfair (how much does he like to tease?)

he does tease you, but not for a very long time. he’ll tease you for the first few minutes of being intimate and then he’ll stop and just fuck you. mostly because i think he gets extremely needy too.

v = volume (how loud is he? what kind of noises does he make, etc.)

not a moaner at all. he’s too focused on what he’s doing to put effort into making noises. when he’d cum he’d let out a groan, but other than that he’s mostly silent other then loud pants.

w = wild card (random headcanon)

while he may not be the most vocal person during sex, he loves hearing you talk dirty to him. like tell him how good he feels and how nobody else could ever fuck you this good and he’d be absolutely over the moon. it always got him in a good mood and going.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s BIG. he’s about 6 inches while he’s soft but 8 when he’s fully hard. it’s pretty thick too, and a long vein runs under the bottom and comes up just on the top of his shaft running over his tip. it’s pretty perfect ngl

y = yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

excruciatingly high. you’re always in constant pain because this man never gives you a break (with your consent ofc). he has to have sex with you at least once a day or he has a hard time functioning. so dramatic patty

z = zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)

he always waits until you fall asleep until he decides to go to bed. it’s kinda creepy, but you never asked about it. so after you go to bed, he’d follow right after you.

#patrick bateman #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale #christian bale x reader #christian bale imagine #christian bale smut #christian bale headcanon #slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slasher headcanon #slasher smut #oscars 2022

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slasherwife · 1 year

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Michael with an s/o who never smiles/laughs and his reaction to seeing/hearing her smile/laugh for the first time? Sorry for any writing mistakes, english isn't my first language.

awh don’t worry bae i gotchu 🥹💝this is so much longer than i thought it would be LMFAO

Michael seeing his stoic partner smile for the first time

summary you are michael’s myers partner, mannerisms of stoicness so similar to his own—living in an abandoned shack off an abandoned road💕 he finally let you get a tv and something on your baking show makes you laugh and michael witnesses the event unfold 😍💕

warnings mentions of sex w michael 💞

you fit him like a glove. stoic man loves his stoic partner🥰 in a way that ties him so close to you, is that you two are so similar. you guys aren’t exactly alike in every way of course, in that case you two would be more different then alike. It’s your mannerisms that are identical.

it was late one night, when everything is quiet and you both are minding your own business in the shared small home off an abandoned road. the cicadas and crickets are singing outside, and michael is in the kitchen cleaning off his clothes in the sink since there’s no washing machine. his stiff, pencil straight back was facing you.

it was one of the first few nights that you had bought a tv. for the first year of living with michael, you had no electricity. only lanterns during the night due to the cost of getting the abandoned shack up and running again. you worked a 9-5, 5 days a week at the local mart, and scrounged up enough money to buy some generators and a tv.

michael didn’t want a tv, and it took a while to convince him. it wasn’t clear to you why he didn’t want one, but you could make out a little from his broken sign language (that you made him learn LMFAO), that it made too much noise. he didn’t like it. however you pleaded and persuaded him into letting you buy one, and he caved in. he didn’t like arguing with you.

there weren’t a lot of channels at all, but this one particular junior baking show you thoroughly enjoyed. you liked keeping up with it every night. when you came home from work, you entered the door to michael waiting for you, and embracing him tightly, breathing in your scent heavily, face in your neck as he pulled you gently to the bedroom for some long awaited cuddles. (and doesn’t mind indulging you in some hot fucking after work either)👏💞

then you’d retire to the couch in the main living and turn on your baking show😊. this episode was particularly endearing, though your facial muscles didn’t so much as twitch at the emotional loss of two more members, as they were about to be eliminated from the baking challenge. michael was in the kitchen, when he turned to face you and walk towards you.

michael doesn’t know what caused your facial muscles to pull up into a bright and soulful smile, but he would like to personally meet them and thank them in his own way, for giving him such a wonderful sight. he didn’t know such views could make him want to fall to his knees🥹💕it was just so shocking.

for all he knew, your face could have been tied with thread back to prevent any emotion being seen. it was a wave of pure satisfaction that washed over him, seeing something come out from your soul that showed of emotion. in a way, the stoic manners you had frustrated him in a delicious way. why didn’t you ever give anything?

but now you did, you gave him something. and he wants to see it every day now almost. he likes it when you show what your feeling, but he loves you for the stoic beauty that he fell in love with😭💕.

you look over at him, the ghost of a smile still on your face. his eyes glassed over with something you’ve never seen before. and he just stares at you. his staring doesn’t faze you at all anymore, he stares at you all the time when you sleep so this is pretty much nothing 😂💗 but his gaze was so soft. you blushed, knowing that you had smiled in front of him.

michael is so glad he let you get this tv💕💕

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dimepdf · 2 years

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𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒. + 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 & 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐘

masterlist. / taglist. / any request?

pairing. corey cunningham x reader , michael myers x reader

genre and warnings. semi-public sex, none gender specific reader, sex with someone else watching, face fucking, blow jobs, oral sex, pain kink, crying kink, dubcon | — short Corey drabble because i'm literally watching the movie but even i finish it expect more slasher fics.

Corey grunted, his breathing unsteady as his whimpers bounced from the thick concrete walls of the tunnel wall he leaned against.

When he had first led you under the bridge in hopes of killing you in hopes of entertaining Micheal.

He had not expected you to have looked so pretty at the sight of you having fallen to your knees begging for your life in front of Micheal, cutting your sprint off at the end of the sewer tunnel with a punch to your face.

Being pulled by a fist full of your hair perched on your knees, his cock deep in your throat as your eyes prickled with tears, your other hand was too preoccupied with stroking Corey’s dick to pull yourself away from Micheal’s rough thrusts.

You didn't want to admit to the pathetic feeling of your pussy clenching against nothing as the two men roughly had their way with you.

Your tongue traced the veins of his cock, the sound of his deep grunts enticing you to do nothing but please.

He had already started to enjoy the feeling of your warm mouth. Having been hidden down in the sewers for let alone struggling to keep himself alive in the town of Haddonfield, there wasn't much to keep him entertained over the years.

He had been lucky to stumble across Corey by pure chance as the stumbling four-eyed freak had grown to be his perfect assistant.

No matter how much you gagged, Michael’s pace was relentless, your nose buried in the salt and peppered bush of his groin.

Your teeth grazed over his sensitive skin. Michael let out a low grunt as you pulled away just enough to catch your breath.

Just with a yank of your hair, the tip of his dick pushed past your lips, resuming his relentless pace.

#[ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ★ — t.wrks. ]#corey cunningham #michael myers #slasher imagine #slasher headcanon #slasher x reader #corey cunningham imagine #corey cunningham headcanon #corey cunningham x reader #michael myers imagine #michael myers headcanon #michael myers x reader #slasher fanfiction #michael myers x you #halloween #halloween ends #halloween 2018

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small-sinclair · 8 months

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Okay so I’ve just watched house of wax for the first time? It was a solid movie! Vincent’s so my little guy 🥺

He is! He’s such a lil guy :3:

Random Vincent Sinclair Headcanons

He loves to eat Wendy’s nuggets.

Vincent once had a pet snake named Bubbles, but it died when he was 12.

He can do backflips and par-core.

One time, he burped the alphabet. Lester was really impressed.

Bo and Vincent have twin telepathy. If they are back to back and facing a group of tourists who have weapons, they are an unstoppable force because both knew each other’s moves.

When a victim was dying, she gave him her mushroom squashmellow to keep safe. He hugs it now and then and keeps the promise.

There’s a picture of him and his brothers in his pocket.

He collects Pokémon cards and trades with Lester. Bo doesn’t understand but he likes the art style.

He does know how to fix cars, but he prefers not to do it.

His hugs are warm and tight hugs. Like the protective ones.

He does enter his art into art shows (statues with no dead bodies). He has Lester sell, and Bo markets it. His art does sell good, too. The last one sold for $670,000.

He doesn’t know how to swim.

When he does go to town, he wears a “Phantom of the Opera” style mask. People think it’s pretty neat that he wears that, some are even impress when Lester brags about how Vincent makes them himself!

He does, indeed, have cat ears.

In the movie, he’s seen wearing a hair clip. So, I believe he has different ones that he collected from tourists.

When a family with a baby came to town for a new tire, the Sinclairs didn’t kill them because they don’t kill babies or families with a baby. The mother saw Vincent in the museum and started asking him about his artwork while her husband was helping Bo fix his car (and smoking cigarettes). The mother let Vincent hold him while she took a photo of a painting. When he looked down at the baby, his heart melts. He loves babies and he loves holding them.

#vincent sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax (2005)#house of wax fanfiction #house of wax fanfic #house of wax headcanons #vincent sinclair headcanon #slashers #slasher headcanons #slasher headcanon

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slashing-thunnder · 1 year

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Hihi!! Can u do the big breast headcanon with brahms? I liked the story bc I personally related! :D its fine if u dont wanna

I forgot about Brahms 🥺 here go

Brahms w big breasted SO

Warnings: light NSFW

Brahms Heelshire

He loves your body, the fact that it's warm, soft, real. But your breasts are his favorite feature. They're big, heavy, part of him just likes to play with them because it's fun, but it's even more fun when he hears you sigh and moan from it. He's a bit of a brat and would demand you expose them as a reward for being good, but given your relationship, you don't mind too much. He has a nasty habit of sneaking up on you and grabbing them, loving to feel you jump in shock from it. When he's bad, all you have to do is bundle up in a couple sweaters and he's suddenly a very good boy who begs to be allowed to touch them again. At night, your breasts make the best pillows for him, he'll fall asleep on one while holding the other.

#Brahms #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms headcanons #brahms heelshire x you #slasher #slasher headcanon #my writing #headcanons #brahms heelshire headcanons

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og-danny-dorito · 2 years

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Yoooo do you have any nsfw yautja headcanons?? 👀👀

I DO. I DEFINITELY DO.

𝐓𝐖: explicit sexual content. minors do not interact.

𝐂𝐖: scent kink, possessive behavior, primal kink, heats and ruts (sexual term), mentions of A/B/O, size kink

⟢ DUDE oh my god. ohhh my god. okay so.

⟢ so this is probably just my monsterlover brain speaking but i 100% believe they have bioluminescent seminal fluid/secretion fluid

⟢ I DONT KNOW WHY IT JUST. MAKES SENSE? like their blood glows so why would their cum kjdnfk

⟢ their scalps are super sensitive so if you tug on their locs a little it'll probably rile them up/catch them off guard

⟢ they're kinda possessive but its mostly because its fairly common to have a mate that you stay with until you die

⟢ like fighting over who can have a particular mate has a whole ritual and stuff so i feel like they're pretty defensive against anyone who they think is trying to take you away from them??

⟢ however! even though most of the time it's males fighting over females, the females are considerably more aggressive so it's not uncommon to have a female yautja duke it out over someone they think is hot but taken akjdknfs

⟢ females also tend to have a higher sex drive to promote procreation!! they don't have periods though.

⟢ instead they have heats. all of them have heats.

⟢ if you're vaguely familiar with A/B/O it's typical heat shit where they get antsy and horny and all that but they also get a little more agitated and prone to starting fights because of the hormonal fluctuation they're going through

⟢ which means that they tend to like it rough if theyre trying to work out their ruts ;]

⟢ i feel like most yautja like it rough regardless though?? their society considers combat as a whole an art form and a means to rite of passage so it's not surprising that they'd probably get in the mood if there was a bit of roughhousing involved beforehand

⟢ ESPECIALLY if there's like, a challenge involved? like the person they're up against has an advantage against them or something and can get them on their back

⟢ there's something about seeing the triumphant face of your love interest as they hold a weapon over you that just gets a dude goin yknow

⟢ BUT ANYWAY LMAO

⟢ im also like. pretty sure that they would kind of have a size kink if they had a lover who was smaller than them. a little bit.

⟢ okay a lot a bit but still

⟢ they like being able to loom over their lover. they like to see the fear and arousal coursing through their veins as they corner them into a wall, eyes trained on their own as they share quick glances over one another

⟢ anyway ive talked enough but thats most of the ones i have i think for them as a whole LOL

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬: For the males, I don't think that their 'appendages' are really sized for human bodies so if you're the one taking it they're'll be a little bit of a stretch. They make it work, though. ;]

[ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! :] ]

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f1nalboys · 2 years

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Can I ask headcanons for Poly!Ghostface x nerd reader? Like she loves sci-fi movies, very obsessed to have the best grades no matter the subject and always reading same huge fantasy books. The only horror movies she likes are the aliens and paranormals one. ♡

poly!ghostface x nerd reader supremacy <3 i hope u like this sorry its short i was afriad i was gonna keep repeating myself D:

Poly!Ghostface x Nerd!Reader Headcanons

WORD COUNT: 502

WARNINGS: none hehe, not proofread

Ok first things first this is so cute

Something about Popular Boys Billy and Stu dating a nerd makes me want to rip my hair out in the best way

Logically you’re going to get teased by them

Especially stu

Like….. All of the time

IT’S HIS LOVE LANGUAGE

No but seriously i think this would be such a cute relationship dynamic

The only thing that they Might get annoyed about is that you only like alien and paranormal horror movies but that’s just because they’re into slashers AND because they’re annoyingly pretentious

Stu likes those subgenres more than Billy so he will absolutely watch some with you without putting up a fight

Billy will watch too because he doesn’t like when you and Stu hang without him but he’s gonna complain about it hehe

Stu def knows some super indie and underground alien/paranormal movies and books that he’d introduce you too

NOW SPEAKING OF BOOKS

Billy and Stu are both readers idc what anyone says they both love reading a lot

Stu prefers watching movies or playing games just because it’s easier for him to not get distracted, but if he finds a good book he’ll read it in one sitting

Ok this is not about them sorry

But basically they’ll tease you about being a nerd and shit but it’s lighthearted

They’ll ask you all about the books youre reading and sci-fi movies you watch, they want to stay close to you even if they’re not One Thousand percent interested in the subject, you know what I mean???

ALSO THEY WOULD BE SO JEALOUS OF YOUR GOOD GRADES

Especially billy

IDK if I’ve said it before but i think Stu does really well in school naturally but there are a few subjects he could do better in, but Billy doesn’t really put in any effort

He’s not dumb by any means he just hates the rigidness of school if that makes sense

Billy would see your grades and get all huffy because he’s jealous but if you’re like billy babe… I study???? He’s like okay so? Not fair

They would both help you study too, yes even stu

He would do flash cards and pop quizzes and hold the book you’ve been reading out of your reach until you get a certain number of questions right

They’re both so proud of you though because they know how hard you work for those grades and they give off the vibes that they would take you out for a celebratory dinner every time you passed a hard class or test hehe

Billy is the most into sci-fi as a whole so he’d be more into learning about the books your reading

He’s a high fantasy lad you know?

Basically Stu will watch the alien and paranormal movies with you and will have you read to him while Billy likes to hear about the sci-fi movies and books you’re into without actively participating in them

DOES THAT MAKE SENSE. I HOPE SO.

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capybar00stash · 11 months

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what do you guys think about me drawing transmasc!vincent sinclair because i've had this headcanon for awhile but i never posted about it bc i didn't think it was popular

yes since they're twins, bo would be one too ahe (courtesy to seth because he also agrees on transmasc!sinclair brothers)

#capybar00 rambles #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher community #slasher fandom #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #the sinclair brothers #slasher memes #slasher headcanons #slasher headcanon #slasher fanart

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guttedwhxre · 10 months

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#slasher imagines #slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slasher headcanon #michael myers #horror #sillyposting #slasher headcanons #michael myers x reader #michael myers x you

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gatorbites-imagines · 6 months

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Kinktober day 15

Stu Macher + edging and/or milking

I always love jock reader, so im running with it again this time, hehe.

On another note, I’ve realised lately how I’ve come to really love dark chocolate, which is funny, cuz I remember hating it as a kid.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

Stu was splayed out on your bed as you did push-ups in the middle of your room, the carpet under your hands rough under your palms from age and whatever abuse you’d but it through during all the time you have lived in this room.

Since everyone had been ordered to stay home because of the killings happening around town, you hadn’t gotten to go to football practice the few days, so you felt lazy and jittery, like you needed to let off the steam you normally got out during practice. You had no idea how long you’d been working out, as your arms and core burned and sweat ran down your shirtless torso, but you still felt like you needed to do something.

At some point, Stu had wandered into your room. Your parents weren’t home, so you assumed he had just used the key hidden under the plant near the door, like you’d shown him. He had sat at the edge of your bed and watched you work out, rambling about his day and about the killings around town, he had even placed his feet on your back like some kind of stool, in an attempt to get your full attention.

But after a while of not getting it, your boyfriend had groaned obnoxiously and thrown himself back onto your bed, kicking his shoes off in the process and splaying out like a starfish. He quickly grew bored of staring at the posters on your walls or humming different tunes he had heard on the radio, so Stu had dug his upper torso under your bed to look for the dirty magazines he knew you kept there.

They were kept hidden, since most of your teammates wouldn’t react well to you being gay, and magazines filled with shirtless or naked men kinda gave that image. You had been so consumed by your push-ups that he didn’t even notice what Stu was doing, the familiar jingle of a belt not even registering in your head.

It was only when he started moaning that you finally noticed, stretching your arms out to push your upper body up enough to look up at Stu on the bed. A snort left you as you saw him, his pants and boxers pushed halfway down his thighs as he lazily jerked off, flipping through one of your favourite magazines. Of course Stu would start jerking off when he didn’t get attention, but you also didn’t wanna give him the satisfaction, it was a matter of principle.

Instead, you switched to doing sit-ups, making sure you grab a look at your lover every time you sat up, letting your eyes linger as his hips stuttered as he rolled his palm over his tip. “You better not finish that” you hummed as you watched his hips jolt in a way you knew meant he was close.

It was kind of a rule that had appeared between the two of you, if the other was around you didn’t get to cum until the other did it for you or told you. You couldn’t remember what it started but the reminder had Stu whining as he forced himself to let go of his hard prick, clenching his hand into a fist against his abdomen.

As you kept up your exercise, you met Stus eyes over the top of the magazine. He hadn’t actually been looking at any of the pictures, instead he had just been watching you as your muscles flexed, as it was better than anything on the magazine’s pages.

Stu kept touching himself, his noises growing more needy as his length started darkening in colour, as you made sure to remind him to stop when he got close. You couldn’t help but push your exercise longer than you normally would, just to watch as his thighs shivered and twitched, or how his hips jumped off the bed into his hand from sensitivity. He was a leaking mess, leaving his hand glistening and slick.

He let out a warbled moan as you got to your feet, a glimmer of hope appearing in his eyes, begging through his noises and half moaned words for you to help him. The moan turned into a whined sob as you started doing lunges instead, a grin on your face as you kept your eyes glued to him and his twitching hands as he seemed to struggle to even touch himself without bursting.

“Come on Stu, you were so confident earlier” you teased, at this point not even taking the workout serious as you almost didn’t want to blink, not wanting to miss the way Stu stopped the magazine on his chest to wrap both his hands around himself. He was squeezing at his base to keep from cumming, the other hand sloppily twisting around the deep red head, shaking gasps leaving him as his head fell back onto the pillow.

You could see his eyes shut as he clenched his teeth, as when you saw a tear running down the side of his face you finally decided to have some mercy on him. With one last lunge, you finally moved up to the bed, crawling up onto the bedding until you were above where he was aching the most.

Stu looked down at you with wet eyes as you batted his hands away, shooting him a heated teasing look before you leaned in, sucking his dripping tip in between your lips. The noise Stu let out sounded almost like you’d shot him, his back arching off the bed in a beautiful bow as he came, his toes curling and fingers digging into the sheets, his entire body twitching and jolting as he choked and whimpered.

It took a while for him to calm down from his release, and the entire time you just kept him between your lips, neither sucking nor teasing him with your tongue, not wanting to torture your boyfriend more than you already had. It was only when he finally went limp onto the bed that you released him, swallowing the white fluid hed spilled across your tongue as you crawled further up the bed, flopping down beside him.

You leaned in, kissing at his cheek and chin, making Stu whine louder as he shoved at your face, laughing as he made comments about you smelling like a school locker room because you were gross and sweaty. After a few more jokes you got to your feet, immediately catching Stus attention as you pushed off your pants and boxers. “Fine, fine. I’ll go shower, I guess you wont wanna join me, if I stink so bad” you hum, turning on your heel and sauntering towards the bathroom, grinning to yourself as you heard Stu almost fall out of bed to follow after you, more than interested in continuing what you had started.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #male reader #stu macher #ghostface #slasher #stu macher x reader #stu macher imagine #stu macher x male reader #stu macher headcanon #ghostface imagine #ghostface headcanon #ghostface x male reader #ghostface x reader #slasher imagine #slasher headcanon #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader

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just-another-ghoul-lover · 2 years

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I’m just saying that I’m pretty sure if you called Brahms a good man he’d just melt like completely and utterly melt for you. The idea that someone sees him as something other than a child and sees him as a good person would just completely overwhelm him. Expect lots of cuddles and kisses

#slasher fandom #slasher #the boy 2016 #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms heelshire #slasher headcanons #slasher headcanon

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dimepdf · 2 years

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆. + 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you're a dead girl walking, might as well fuck the shit out of the tall, dorky white guy down the street.

pairing. corey cunningham x reader

word count. 3.2k

genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, angsty start, pwp, don’t squint too hard at the plot, myers!reader, sub!corey, fuck movie canon, inspired by Heathers, mentions of movie canon violence, bullying, costume sex, hair pulling, whimpering, crying kink, sub/dom, praise kink, degradation kink, edging, grinding, unprotected sex, creampie NOTE BETA'D | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

"Do you have some kind of death wish, Myers?" Stacy hissed, her tone tinged with irritability.

As you two argued on the porch of the house party, the night air became damp as the moon lit up the home's stone pathway, your feet slapping against the cool concrete as you held onto your heels.

"Stacy, I said no to them both like a fucking broken record. Please excuse my fucking standards." You spit back as if it were common sense, staring in disbelief at your friend.

"Here you go with this standard's nonsense." Stacy scoffed drunkenly, her stance shaky as they descended rather than down the house's long entryway.

"Do you think anyone would fuck the town freaks sister? If I were you, I'd give it to anyone who was desperate enough." You flinched at the insult, her steps halting as she turned to Stacy, arms crossed and her face dazed from the amount of alcohol coursing through her veins.

You wished to believe that it was just the alcohol talking, that her only friend in the fucked town had abandoned her since her birth.

“You know what Terry, fuck Billy, fuck this party, fuck this entire town and escaiplly fuck you.” Your tone was laced with rage.

Your words carried the weight of years of accumulated hatred, your voice still shook and your eyes pricked with frustration as you struggled to keep a sob from marching down the rest of the driveway.

"Oh please, you're a fucking sob story, ___. Your family is full of fucking psycho killing freaks. Your parents never loved you, and your brother tried to kill you. You have no one and you're a fucking nobody, Myers remember that." Stacy screamed, her words piercing you through the heart. Her rant was cut short when she stumbled drunkenly in her own heels.

You had grown up to loathe the things that lurked in the shadows. Unlike most kids, you hadn't grown to despise only the myths and monsters that lurked in the shadows, but your older brother was waiting for the right moment to emerge from the darkness and exact his revenge on you.

All because you had shared the same last name.

You still trudged down the street, but with a new perspective. You never intended to be in such a state. Your entire day had been spent attempting to blend in with the kids around you, as if they didn't all think of you as the town freak.

You imagined that if you just tried hard enough, people would realize that you were a completely different person than your last name suggested.

Your parents abandoned you, leaving their life in town, because of the horrible acts committed by your older brother, whom you hadn't even met yet and who had nothing to do with you.

The road was deserted as you stumbled down the middle, your arms wrapped around yourself, hugging for warmth in the thin material of your cheap angel costume.

Which consisted of a white furry halo headband and a white romper that hugged at your waist and stopped at the sweet spot of your thighs. If it weren't for the white fishnets that crisscrossed down to your bare feet, your legs would be bare.

Your tipsy mind had led you to a familiar neighborhood, with some of the porch lights glistening in your path as if beckoning you forward. You knew who lived at the house at the end of the road like a moth to a flame; Corey Cunningham.

Not only had he recently been released from jail for rumored child murder, but he was also labeled as one of the town's new boogymen after it was discovered that they could simply bully you into being the perfect little submissive victim, shoving you so far into submission that you would practically flinch at your own name.

The universe seemed to want their worlds to collide, his bedroom window was on the first floor. You were a girl with both needs and eyes.

Of course, you thought Corey was somewhat attractive. There was just something about nerdy men and their cute glasses that you couldn't get out of your head.

All you could think about as you walked down the street were the things you were going to do to him.

You knew it wasn't healthy to channel all your pent-up emotions into the embodiment of horny fantasies for some poor man with whom you hadn't even had a full conversation before he trembled and scurried away at the sight of you.

But the moment you stepped onto the family lawn, all logic went out the window.

Crawling through the bushes to peer in his window, a sweet smile formed on your lips as you saw him laying down on his mattress with only the light of his television playing some only sci-fi movie illuminating his room of any light.

Another thing that drew your attention was Corey in his plaid pajama pants and Legends of Zelda symbol t-shirt, which perfectly fit his biceps.

You'd heard rumors of him working at a junkyard and seen him riding his manual motorcycle around town, and you wanted to thank whoever was responsible for giving that man sculpted muscles hidden beneath his clothes.

With a deep sigh, you finally made your move forward, knocking two quick knocks against the glass pane straddling him to get his attention.

Corey's eyes darted to his window, a hand over his chest and a startled expression on his face, before returning to stare in confusion at the woman standing outside his window.

His approach was hesitant, his long legs striding across the room before unlocking the window and sliding it open enough for you to lean in on your toes and smile brightly up at him.

"Uh, hello," Corey says, his tone retaining that familiar awkwardness that makes you shudder with a gulp of pleasure. "Can I help you?" Despite not even formally introducing yourself, your hips caught against the hunch of the window as you struggled your way into the bedroom.

Giving Corey a perfect view of your ass in the tight romper that barely covered anything, causing Corey to immediately press his arms to his side.

Instead of staring at you and your legs, he's looking up at his ceiling. His face flushed pale pink and his thoughts stuttered as he tried to figure out why you were crawling inside his bedroom.

"Sorry about that, it's not every day I get much practice climbing through random windows." You chuckled after falling flat against the wooden floor and crawling to stand up.

You wanted to laugh at Corey's expression, glancing down at your outfit, which revealed that you were dressed like an angel, with widened eyes and mouth agape. The situation could only be compared to a bad porn scenario.

"By the way, why did you crawl through my window?" With a small content sigh, Corey asked awkwardly as he watched you make yourself at home, setting your heels down and spreading out against the bed.

You were already perked up by the sight of him fidgeting nervously in the corner. It was like Corey could tell by the dangerous dark glint in your eyes that your intentions were anything but innocent.

"What, can't the town freaks just hang out together? Can't a concerned neighbor drop by every now and then to say hello?" The change in tone made Corey shiver.

The belief of your eyes examining him made him feel even more nervous than the looks he'd get from the locals out in public. You, ___ Myers appeared truly dangerous, and this had awoken something within him.

"Come on Core, don’t you wanna watch the rest of the movie?" You ask, crawling up against the headboard, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt before drawing his blinds and shuffling to sit just an arm's length away from you, as if you were a wild animal ready to pounce at any moment.

When you see Corey's fingers fisted stiffly at his sides, you can't help but smile. As the film progressed, the two of you grew closer to each other, despite Corey's hesitations.

Regardless, the boy ended up with his face flushed, his face resting on the plush of your breasts, your fingers raking through his curls as he slowly unwinds beneath your fingertips.

Your thoughts were clouded by a risky impulse, weaving a fist full of strands between your fingers and lightly tugging, your smile only growing at his soft whimper.

Your acknowledgement did not relieve his embarrassment as he buried himself deeper into the valley of your cleavage, wanting to hide his face as his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled himself closer.

"You're doing this on purpose." Corey cuddled closer to the point where his clothed erection pressed against your thigh in a desperate attempt to grind against your leg, wanting to ease the growing neediness that had been suddenly overwhelmed by your hands.

"And if I am?" you asked authoritatively, a smirk on your face daring him to give in more.

"Would you like me to stop?" Corey's head shakes shamelessly, only whimpering when your grip tightens, yanking his head to meet your gaze, his face flushed, lips pouting, and eyes glazed over.

You were almost convinced that if you really wanted him to cry, he would.

"No, please don't." Your fingers reached out to trace his Adam's apple as it bobbed, swallowing the nerves trapped in his throat. "I want... I want whatever you're willing to give me." You drew your neck down to lean in closer to his face, your foreheads resting together as his long lashes fluttered against yours.

Your lips curled into a smile as he kept your gaze fixed on your lips, exhaling a small chuckle before finally granting him his wish.

From the way Corey instantly melted into your mouth, vocal with his content as he whimpered and moaned against your lips, you could tell he was a bit inexperienced or perhaps just very keen to be making out with you.

You felt him flinch from under your hands as your tongue probed past his lips as your mouths moved in time with your head tilt. Your teeth brushed against each other as he tried to get as close to you as possible.

His lips were messing with you, and your mind fogged as he practically caged you up against his mattress with such neediness that all you could do to ground yourself was pull away from the kiss.

You're trying to take a deep breath. Corey was quick to follow your mouth, leaning in for another kiss.

With a deviant smile, your hand combed through his hair, yanking his head away. "Whoah, Core, slow down and remember who's in charge here."

His expression instantly softened. "I'm sorry." His apology was genuine, as made evident by the way he looked up at you with those big brown eyes, as if he were a puppy being scolded.

“Awe, I'll forgive you. Just be a good boy for me." Corey's face flushed with embarrassment at the compliment, knowing that you could feel his erection pulsing against your thigh.

He felt as if he were dreaming, as if you would slip from his grasp at any moment or leave him blue-balled in his bedroom as some sick joke.

He wanted to take it all in, leaning against your neck and kissing your collarbone. He snatched the zipper of your romper down to your torso, apparently satisfied with the sound of your breathy reaction.

When he saw your laced white push-up bra, his mouth watered and he trailed wet kisses against your breasts, his tongue teasing your nipples through the material with a deep moan.

“Ah, Corey, you make me feel so good." You gently encouraged him, knowing that the compliment went straight to his dick as he twitched.

His eyes were tightly shut, his groan muffled by his mouth being encircled around your nipple.

"They're so pretty," he slurred against your bra, his hands fondling you as if your body had been made for him to touch.

His free hand reached between the two of you and grabbed you by the knee hook, pressing your thigh up against him with more force to grind down on you, the wet patch against his pants leaving a cold feeling against your leg as it rubbed against it.

The realization that you had turned Corey into such a whimpering mess had sparked a fire within you, and you had decided right then that you needed more.

You drew him closer, grabbing his chin and jerking him out of whatever trance you had over him, glaring down at him as his arms perched at your sides, holding up his weight.

His eyes were focused completely, with an uneasiness behind them, studying yours. "When did you say you could grind against me like that?" you asked, your voice firm.

As his hips released from your leg, Corey sighed, his brow furrowed.

The loss of friction caused his face to fall back to your torso, kissing your chest up to your collarbone and stopping at your neck, his nose nudging against your ear. "Please, ___, I need you so badly," he begged, the feeling of his thigh muscles twitching as he held back.

"I know, baby, I know." How quickly your tone managed to soften shouldn’t have made him groan in arousal.

As you comb your fingers through his hair without pulling on the strands, his teeth brush against your neck. You absorbed the almost pitiful image of him doubling down in desperate desperation.

As Corey squirmed from the unexpected contact, you sat up and pushed him back, your fingers quickly working their way through his sweatpants.

Your fingers yanked the elastic, grinning at the bulge against his thigh, his underwear not leaving much to the imagination as it outlined his erection like a spotlight, your hand reaching to palm him against the material. "Are you all worked up just for me, baby?"

The way his brows pressed together as he whined made you think you'd seen Corey melt right there and then. "Y-yes, please," Corey begged, watching your hands grab the elastic of his briefs and pull the hem down just enough to reveal his dick.

"Would you please touch me?" As Corey shivered from the contact, his head fell back against the headboard, your fingers immediately indulged in the new permission, wrapping your fingers around the hilt.

Your thumb brushed up against the mushroom tip of his mushroom, spreading his precum along the rest of his length. The wet sound of your stroking him elicited a long whimper from Corey.

"You're so needy," you chuckled as your fingers slowly pumped him. Corey fisted the bedsheets, trying to gain some sort of grasp, his moans not letting up. "You want me to make you cum like this?" you asked sweetly, his nod only slowing your strokes as he whined at your change of pace.

"What's the point of that, baby? You don't want me to take my time?" Corey was convinced that your smile was wicked, that you had him all spread out and open just to play with him before you ate him up, and the crazy part was that he just continued to lie down and take it.

"Please, please, ___. I–i be good." He begged, squirming in his spot like he was willing to unwind with your simple command.

"Aw, begging isn't going to get you anywhere, pretty boy." As you jerked him off at a pace that had him daring to thrust his hips, your hands gripped his length tighter.

"I don't know how much I can take, please," he whined, his thick wet lashes and big dark eyes looking up at you.

"Why not, baby? You don't want to hold out just for me?" You teased him.

"Fine, fine, shit," he squirmed, keeping his hips from bucking against your hand.

"Good boy," you said easily. You shifted up and kissed the edge of his mouth, maintaining eye contact while chuckling, then leaning until your foreheads touched, whispering, "Maybe I should edge you all night huh?"

His eyes widened, and he looked at you with a pleading expression as your fingers brushed against his slit, tempting him to exhale a gasp. "No, please, I'll be great. Please allow me to cum," He pleaded, expressing how much he had crumbled as a result of your simple touch.

"I know," you admitted, laughing. Instead, you removed your hand, straddling against his thigh as the loss of contact caused him to mutter a string of curses.

His head thunk against his headboard, leaning back with a thunk. His distraction had given you enough time to shimmy out of the rest of your romper, exposing your underwear as you crawled closer to his legs to sit with your panties against his dick.

Corey’s hip reacted before he could, pressing against your hips with a grunt as you felt his cock react as you grabbed it again to guide him inside of you while you hooked your underwear to the side.

Your wet folds welcomed him inside with ease as you held him down to keep him from arching off of the mattress. "Woah, slow down, remember nice and slow."

"But it feels so good," he groaned, your smile widening at his discombobulated state, wanting to drink it all in as you lifted up his length to roughly drop down into his lap, your hands gripping his shoulder to support yourself as you rode him.

Corey's eyes glistened as he looked up at you, your halo outlined by his ceiling light, and despite your devilish smile, you looked like the perfect angel. "I can't, too much," he said quietly to you.

The wet sound of you two connecting almost knocked him over, giving him a clear view of you bouncing on his dick.

It didn't take long for him to figure out what to do with his hands after your boobs kept pace in front of his face. His lips return to caressing your breasts as if they were his favorite thing in the world.

As you clenched against him with your warm walls, you could feel Corey struggling to keep up, his thighs flinching and flexing with each thrust.

His moans only became more breathy, his pitch rising as he muttered long strings of pleadings just to cum with your permission.

You reluctantly granted him permission, your high catching up to you almost as quickly as his.

Corey wrapped his arms around your waist, pistoning his hips at such a desperate pace that you found yourself gripping his headboard tightly and biting back your moans as you came undone, clenching against him.

His orgasm shivered as he let go inside of you, painting your walls in thick white strands.

Corey dragged you down with the hold around your waist, cuddling against your chest to catch his breath, falling slack against his strong hold.

He didn't bother taking his length out, only purring against your skin as his hands grinded your ass against his still hard dick only confirmed that tonight would be a pretty long night for you.

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