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NOW YOU WILL BE MY GRIEF.

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Me: I watch House of Wax for the plot.

The plot:

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my favorite rednecks

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Sacrilege

You could feel it even now. A tingling in your bones that told you he was watching you from across the chapel. You came back almost every day to prove to him you were devoted to your Lord of the Sun. Had he noticed? Was he proud of you?

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Bobby Dawn can tell you are truly devoted. He can tell that Sol is pleased with you. And feels the need to prove it.

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All my fics are also on AO3Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,219. Ship: Bobby Dawn x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Church Sex, Religious Manipulation, Author Is Not Religious, Pining, Age Difference, Prayer, Groping, Grinding, Vaginal Fingering, Overstimulation, Begging, Come Eating

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It wasn’t for his attention, at least not completely. His rousing sermons did move you. Made you shiver. Enraptured as his voice echoed around the hallowed halls. Shaking the very souls of every being sitting in the chapel.

So safe to say, you did have reason for attending every single preaching. And of course, what good follower of Sol didn’t stay to prove their devotion after the sermon. Or visit alone to pray at the altar, giving your devotion to the great Lord of the Sun.

Of course, there was always the silent battle for his attention. You could feel the heat of his gaze burning your being every time you knelt in prayer. And of course you always wore your Sunday best to church each week, but maybe your skirts were just a little shorter for him. Dresses just a little tighter to try and gain his favour. It was silly, you knew it was. And you buried your girlish crush down as far as you could. Throwing yourself into your worship as if Sol’s grace could forgive your sins of lust.

You could feel it even now. A tingling in your bones that told you he was watching you from across the chapel. You came back almost every day to prove to him you were devoted to your Lord of the Sun. Had he noticed? Was he proud of you?

You were dragged from your thoughts as a large, warm hand rested down on your shoulder. You tilted your head up to meet his eyes. An icy blue that made you quiver.

“Oh please… Don’t stop on my account. I can tell Sol is very pleased with you, Child… spendin’ so much of your time in prayer… he knows your a special one…”

You could feel your face flush. Quickly ducking your head back down in worship.

“Thank you, Sir…” You breathed out. “Praise Sol.”

His voice was much lower when he next spoke. A soft grumble that barely teased your ears. “Praise Sol indeed…”

You forced yourself to not outwardly tense as another hand was placed on your other shoulder. Holding you in place. Not that you would have moved. Your devotion to the High Priest himself far too strong to sway.

Movement sounded as Bobby knelt, right behind you. His hands sliding down your arms to grip above your elbows gently. A quiet hum coming from the older man as you leaned into his touch. He was warm. Though instead of the raging flames of power and conviction that he beheld during his sermons, this was softer. The gentle caress of late afternoon sun. Flushing against your skin as if you had never felt true warmth. You could tell just from the light hold alone he was strong. Pulling you against him so your back was pressed against his chest.

You could feel the slow rise of his breathing as his hands continued to slide down your arms. One hand stopping at your wrist while the over held your clasped hands together. It was a struggle to keep your breathing under control. The rapid beat of your heart was surely audible by Bobby. He was so close, there was no way he could miss it. His breath tickled your ear the next time he spoke.

“Bask in his light…” His hands continued to roam your upper body. Slow and methodical as he gripped your chin and palmed over your bosom. “Feel his burning wrath…”

A breath caught in your throat as he squeezed your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. And pressing back further you could feel a bulge starting to form against your lower back. But you didn’t have much time to think about it as his hand drifted lower once again. Brushing along the hem of your skirt before lifting it up your thighs. Every graze against your skin made you quiver. But you obediently kept your head dipped in prayer. Hands pressed together tight enough that your knuckles were white.

“Allow him to cleanse you of your sins…” He spoke, lips pressed against the hot skin of your neck. It felt like you were burning up. “Sol has gifted you this pleasure…”

Despite all your best efforts to stay still and at least somewhat pious, the second his heavenly fingers brush over your clit you shuddered. Rocking your clothed cunt against his hand. Pent up from months of pining for the holy man. A low chuckle sounded by your ear. You wished you could see him. To see if he was just as dishevelled as you were. But you didn’t dare turn to look. Staying in your position even as you trembled.

“Call his name… show your devotion, child…”

He tugged your panties to the side. Not even bothered to remove them. He teased you for only a moment before a finger slid inside. Very quickly followed by a second. You did need to adjust to the stretch but it didn’t particularly hurt. And you didn’t hesitate to start grinding down on the digits. Chasing your pleasure like the good lord intended for you.

His palm ground against your clit and you whined weakly.

“Sol… oh lord…”

You leaned further back against him for support, very glad you were already kneeling so you wouldn’t collapse on yourself. His free hand moved from your chin to wrap securely around your waist. Holding you close as his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside you. You arched and cried out happily. The sounds of your helpless lust echoing around the sacred building.

It truly did not take long for you to feel like your peak was arching closer. The pleasure bubbled over and you could no longer contain yourself. Tilting your head back against his shoulder and riding out the blissful high. Prayer long forgotten. One hand clasped around the wrist working you through your orgasm. Keeping him there until you could barely stand it. While the other reached back to tug on his hair. He grunted, but didn’t seem to mind.

You knew he was strong. But you had slightly underestimated it. You could not push him away. And the mind breaking pleasure continued to ramp up. You squirmed in his grip. Tears welling in your eyes before falling down your cheeks as a second, far more intense orgasm hit you like a brick wall. Practically limp in his arms as it wracked through your body. Voice breathless and strained from moaning so loud as you begged.

“Bobby… too much. Please.”

He tortured you for a few incredible moments longer before letting you go. You almost slumped to the floor, but he continued to hold you up. You felt him remove his hand from between your legs and your eyes flew back open when you felt his slick fingers pressed against your parted lips. Instinctively your tongue darted out. The taste of your own pleasure filling your mouth. Diligently you licked him clean. Silently praising Sol for guiding the Pastor’s will. Blessed you truly were.

“I’ll be looking forward to seeing you again at Communion next week, child.” He muttered as he stood, gently placing his hand to the back of your head, tilting your head back to meet his icy gaze once more. “Sol has made a favourite of you.”

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 fantasy high #fantasy high #bobby dawn #bobby dawn x reader #bobby dawn x you #TKB Fics

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my keyboards all fucky and it makes it nearly impossible to type but i ordered a new one so i can write again soon :))

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Bloody Aftermath

“He’s still not done is he?”

You shook your head, using the movement to nuzzle into his shoulder. He groaned, running a hand through his hair as he glanced down at you when you spoke, voice muffled against his skin.

“Your turn. If I cum again I’m gonna pass out I swear.”

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After a long night with your boys, Stu somehow has the energy to keep going.

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 934. Ship: Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Overstimulation, Vaginal Sex, Groping, Praise Kink, Creampie, Aftercare, Sleepy Sex, Thigh Fucking, Biting, Fluff

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Billy fell back against the pillows with a happy sigh. His head flopping to the side to view the pair next to him.

You laid on your stomach, eyes unfocused and hips held up by Stu behind you. Your limbs basically jelly at this point.

“You’re too much… how are you still going?” Billy questioned, shifting closer to brush your hair out of your eyes and leaning down to press his lips to your forehead gently. “I think you broke her.”

Stu groaned happily, slowing his thrusts to squeeze and play with your ass. “How can I resist an ass like this?” A firm grope and one particularly hard thrust made you whine weakly. Far past the point of simply overstimulation and exhaustion. “Besides, she’s a good girl, she can take it.”

At long last you felt him shudder and heard a low groan behind you. Yet another load added to the mess of fluids leaking out of you. Stu at least had the grace to help you lay down comfortingly before falling down between you and Billy. On his back, hands rested on his stomach. Twiddling his thumbs. Impossibly, still full of pent up energy. 

He rolled towards you. That wonderful grin lightly up his face as he pecked your nose. “Need anything? Water?”

You gave a sleepy nod and snuggled closer to Billy, who was also starting to drift off as Stu hopped out of bed and disappeared. Billy's low voice stirred you out of your near slumber as he mumbled. 

“He’s still not done is he?” 

You shook your head, using the movement to nuzzle into his shoulder. He groaned, running a hand through his hair as he glanced down at you when you spoke, voice muffled against his skin.

“Your turn. If I cum again I’m gonna pass out I swear.”

Stu returned with a few water bottles, kneeling in front of the two of you and gently lifting your head so you could take a sip. After you thanked him, he turned and did the same to Billy. Finishing the drink and leaning down to kiss him. You smiled at your boys as the kiss turned heated. Stu nipping at Billy’s lip and making him groan. He crawled on top of the shorter man, tugging at his hair. Billy had to pull away from the kiss when he felt Stu start to grind against his inner thigh.

“I don’t know if I can go again, Stu…” 

He groaned and rested his head on Billy’s chest.

“Come on, man. I’ll be gentle, I promise. One more.”

Billy rolled his eyes, shooting you a tired smile as you both watched Stu continue to grind needily. Billy laughed when he felt Stu start to nip at his chest. The laugh turning to a moan as he bit down on his nipple a little harder.

“I’ll jerk you off if you like, but my ass hurts so bad dude. I don’t know where you get the energy from…” 

Stu’s head shot up quickly, eyes wide and eager. “Can I fuck your thighs?”

And you had to admit, despite how exhausted you were, the question made sparks settle low in your stomach. The excited way he asked was just so adorable, yet mildly arousing at the same time. And from Billy’s expression, he felt the same way. Returning the question with a simple nod. Stu was quick to sit up. Maneuvering Billy’s tired body exactly how he wanted. Both legs held over the taller man's shoulder as he pressed his cock between his thighs. You bit your lip as you enjoyed the image. 

Stu was quick to lose himself in the feeling. Moaning softly and resting his head against Billy’s calf as he thrust shallowly. You grinned as you saw Billy’s cock twitch pathetically. Enjoying the position, but unable to get hard again. You reached over to stroke him lazily, drawing a long whine from him. His hips jerking away from your touch, the pleasure too much to handle. You didn’t push it, knowing if you made him mad enough he would turn it back on you. And you didn’t know if you could take it. Though you did tease him for a moment longer, trailing a finger from his tip to balls. Listening to his breath shake. 

You rested your head on Billy’s chest, not minding the slight jostles as Stu fucked his thigh’s. You felt his chest vibrate as he hummed happily, and a hand reached up to play with your hair. Gentle and sleepy as the both of you watched Stu. 

Stu stilled, head tilting back and eyes closing as he came across Billy’s cock and stomach, for at least the third time that night. Before falling down on the bed behind you. Wrapping a hand around your stomach and tugging you close. He finally seemed done. Pressing gentle, sleepy kisses into your shoulder. 

You rolled over to face him. Smiling against his lips as you kissed him. He mumbled into your mouth, just barely loud enough for Billy to hear as well.

“Thank you. You guys are the best.”

Billy rested a hand on your hip, and you grinned at your goofy boyfriend as you leaned back. Giving him the opportunity to trail the kisses down your neck. Still sweet and loving.

“Any time, Macher…” You whispered. Feeling your eyes finally start to close. Just as you were about to sleep, you gasped. Stu had bitten you. You could feel his stupid grin as he nuzzled your cheek and whispered in your ear.

“Cock warm me while we make out?”

#scream #slasher #stu macher x billy loomis x reader #stu macher x billy loomis #stu macher x you #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x stu macher x reader

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These were for @slaasherslut but y'all can enjoy too 😭🤣

*clearly this is a joke*

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Remote Broadcast

You felt the cold wrap around your wrists and tug them to your sides. And finally you got a glimpse of who was messing with you. Tendrils of darkness holding your arms tight, just below the tablecloth. And grinning up at you between your legs, a large smile amidst inky shadow.

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Amidst one of Charlie's mind numbing lesson plans, you get a big surprise hiding under the dinner table.

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i love this stinky swamp man so much and i love the thought of his shadow basically manifesting any and all horny desires and occasionally acting on them despite his best efforts.

i am fully aware that hes canonically aroace, but fuck it im horny i wanna write horny shit

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Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,303. Ship: Alastor x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Mildly Dubious Consent, Groping, Exhibitionism, Public Humiliation, Public Sex, Restraints, Tentacles, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Embarrassment, Multiple Orgasms

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The logic behind today’s lesson plan escaped you. Charlie seemed to think that proper table manners and dining etiquette would surely land each participating sinner a spot in Heaven. Like you, most of the Hotel’s residences were less than enthusiastic. But still, why bother trying to redeem your damned soul if you were going to refuse to get involved with all of Charlie’s ideas.

By now the Hotel boasted over twenty willing sinners. Most of which had no clue how to properly hold a butter knife, let alone know the difference between a fish fork and a salad fork. A handful of the volunteers from Cannibal Town were actually well educated in the practices of fine dining, despite their usual methods of messy eating. And they were more than happy to assist Charlie’s lesson. Including the Hotel’s resident facilities manager, the Radio Demon himself, who sat near the head of the table with Charlie and Vaggie. 

Halfway through the lesson and you were bored out of your mind. Picking at your food while Charlie attempted to instruct a particularly violent demon on how to use the fork without breaking the fine china. Most of the other residents were chatting quietly amongst themselves as they ate. It wasn’t often the whole Hotel got together to eat and talk casually. And most seemed to be enjoying themselves. You continued to pick at your food until you felt something brush your leg.

You frowned and leaned back in your chair to look down, unable to spot anything in the shadow. You assumed one of the people seated next to you, or perhaps even Angel Dust seated across the table, must have nudged your leg accidentally. And then you felt it again. An icy cold slither up the back of your calf. You glared at Angel, sure he was pulling some kind of joke. But he wasn’t laughing, lost in his own conversation with Husk next to him. You glanced at the other sinners near you, but no one seemed to be paying you any mind. 

A shudder ran through you as the thing at your feet touched you again, reaching the hem of your skirt and pushing it up slowly. You leaned back further, but still couldn’t see anything. Just inky darkness below the table cloth. Too dark to simply be the shadow of the table. Quickly sitting up straight and going very still when you felt cold fingers run over your clothed cunt. What the fuck was going on? 

This time the thing below you didn’t pull away. Exploring your pussy and inner thighs. You did your best to not show your reaction on your face. Whatever cruel joke someone was playing on you, they wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing you enjoy it in front of everyone. Though you did draw a few confused glances when a quiet gasp escaped you. Your mystery friend pressing down on your clit repeatedly. Your hands shot down between your legs. Pressing down on the chair below you and blocking the things access to your core. 

You felt the cold wrap around your wrists and tug them to your sides. And finally you got a glimpse of who was messing with you. Tendrils of darkness holding your arms tight, just below the tablecloth. And grinning up at you between your legs, a large smile amidst inky shadow. You’d seen this creature before. Always attached to its master. Your head shot up, looking towards the Radio Demon. He was sitting nearly at the opposite side of the table to you, but even from this distance you could see he was tense. His ever present grin strained as he stared straight ahead, brows furrowed. Not engaging in conversation, just dead focused on, well you knew what. 

Another shuddering gasp left you. The shadow having pulled your panties to the side and gaining full access to you. You refused to look down again, trying to remain calm, but you could feel a long, cold tongue on your clit as two fingers slipped inside you. You whimpered, as quietly as you could possibly manage. The stretch didn’t hurt, the combination of your own slick, and whatever substance the shadow was made of making its fingers slide in and out of you easily. It was slow, taking its time to explore every inch of you, inside and out.

Your gaze turned back to Alastor, and you were surprised to see his cheeks flushed bright red. You could see his claws digging into the edge of the table as he gripped it. And all of a sudden you weren’t so sure he was doing this on purpose. Did the shadow have a mind of its own?

Before you could stop it, a horribly loud whine escaped your mouth. Drawing everyone’s attention. You blushed dark, the fingers inside you stilling as everyone stared at you. Everyone except Alastor, who remained staring straight again. Embarrassment clawed up your throat and you stammered to explain yourself. 

“Oh yeah! That's what I’m talking about!” Angel Dust moaned across from you, leaning back in his chair as he mimicked your whine, though much louder and far more exaggerated. The table laughed along with him, before returning to their conversations. You frowned at Angel in confusion, but he simply just winked at you and returned to Husk.

You took in a deep breath, right as the shadow curled its fingers inside you. You squeezed your eyes shut and breathed through your nose, focusing on remaining still and quiet as it drew you closer and closer to your orgasm. The coldness of its being a stark contrast to your burning skin. 

Glancing once again at Alastor you could see how he was gritting his teeth. For a brief moment the shadow disappeared, not pulling away, simply fading out of existence. Before returning back full force. Seemingly intent on making you finish before Alastor dragged it away from its work. 

You clenched your fists and bit down on your bottom lip hard as you rolled your hips against the shadows fingers. Eyes fluttering shut as you felt your pleasure nearing its peak. Distantly you hear Angel talking louder, making lewd jokes and making sure the attention was off you as you tipped over the edge. Thighs trembling as your orgasm flowed over you. Each and every nerve on fire. The wonderful sensations quickly turned into overstimulation as the shadow continued its motions. You squirmed in your seat, struggling to get out of the tendril’s grip so you could push it away. It was hopeless. 

You had long since forgotten about keeping quiet. Far too distracted by the fingers and tongue driving you crazy. Right as you were being dragged towards your second orgasm, it all stopped. You whined needily and glanced down, the shadow was gone. Looking up in a daze you noticed so was everyone else. Except for Alastor. 

The tall demon stood from his chair, adjusting his coat and running a hand through his hair. He looked embarrassed almost. Avoiding your eye as he turned towards the door. You sat up slowly, watching him as he walked away from you. Still trembling and a little bit out of breath.

“Alastor. Don’t you dare fucking leave. I was just about to cum.”

He froze. And you grinned as the room around you darkened. The length of the shadow crawling up the wall, grin spreading across its dark face. You felt another tentacle of darkness wrap around your waist and lift you out of the chair. 

The door in front of Alastor opened and Angel Dust stuck his head in.

“Hey I got everyone to leave and- oh! Well I’ll leave you to it.” He laughed, watching you be maneuvered by Alastor’s shadows before leaving the two of you alone once again.

#tkb fics #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #radio demon #alastor x reader #alastor x you

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johnny accidentally killing a victim he wanted to keep. hes mad at himself so he cuts off theyre face and gifts it to bubba so that he can still see his precious victim occasionally

#johnny slaughter #texas chainsaw massacre #idk just an idea #seems like smth he'd do

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Father Please

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” You breathed out finally. Cheeks reddening at how desperate you already sounded. Voice pitched and needy. Through the thin separator you could see his outline. And perhaps a smile in the dim lighting. He stayed quiet, waiting for you to continue.

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Bo lets you live out a fantasy of your's in the Ambrose church. Though it may be more than you can handle...

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Wrote this in like 3 hours then immediately started rewatching house of wax... again...

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Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,632. Ship: Bo Sinclair x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Church Sex, Confessional Sex, Sex Toys, Degradation, Masturbation, Begging, Punishment, FaceFucking, Gagging, Edgeplay, Vaginal Sex, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Creampie

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You were practically fizzing with excitement. You could feel your heart in your throat as you entered the small box. The rustling and murmurs muffled slightly by the thick curtain as you drew it across from you. You had asked him to keep the audio player running, to imitate the idea of people filling the church outside.

It wasn’t very often that you asked Bo to try something new in the bedroom. And even less often that he agreed. Typically you were happy to go along with whatever little fucked up scenarios he wanted to play out, but you had had this image in your head ever since you spotted the dusty old confessional in the corner of the church. Unused for many years but still sturdy in one piece. You were surprised at how readily he had agreed. Planning most of it out for you.

You sat in silence for a moment. Fidgeting with the hem of your dress. A new one he had bought you just for the occasion. Pretty and feminine, perfect for playing a prim church girl. At the hem lifted over your knee and up your thigh you caught a glimpse of the thin cord strapped to your leg. Hyper aware of the small toy hidden in your panties. Tense as you waited for it to be switched on. Any second.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” You breathed out finally. Cheeks reddening at how desperate you already sounded. Voice pitched and needy. Through the thin separator you could see his outline. And perhaps a smile in the dim lighting. He stayed quiet, waiting for you to continue.

“I have been having… impure thoughts, Father…” Your thighs pressed together. The anticipation arousing you embarrassingly easily. Nervously chewing at your lower lip. A sudden buzz between your legs caught you by surprise, making you jump in your seat and gasp. The little toy only buzzed for a few seconds before being shut off. And the second the stimulation stopped you whined needily. Rolling your hips against the wooden seat below you, searching for any kind of friction. 

“Fuck… Father please…” 

His quiet laugh made you shudder. Loving that even though you couldn’t properly see him, he was enjoying this too. There was movement on the other side of the divide. A rustle of clothing. A soft sigh. You pictured him, head rested back against the wall of the confessional. Hair slicked back wonderfully. Hand wrapped around his cock. Slowly pleasing himself. Suddenly wishing the wall between you was gone so you could see it for yourself. His voice was much deeper when he spoke. Dripping with seduction that made your head spin.

“Continue your confession. It seems you’ve been a bad girl…” 

You bit your lip harder, nodding even though he couldn’t see. “Yes sir… Father.” You quickly corrected. “I’ve had… impure thoughts. I want to… touch myself… and be touched…” You trailed off into a long moan as the toy buzzed to life again. “Oh my… Father, I want to be fucked.” You trembled, squeezing your thighs around the vibrator. Nearly sobbing when it turned off again. 

“You know, it’s against God to be a needy whore…” He grunted, voice more strained now as he got off to your noises. You could just about see the outline of his moving form. 

“Bo please… turn it back on. Please.” You pleaded. Gripping the edge of the wooden seat. Keening happily as it was turned on once again. Then gasping as it ramped up in strength, far quicker than you could handle. You were on the edge in mere moments. Then ripped away from your orgasm as it shut off again. You cried in frustration, resting your head against the divide.

“That’s not my fucking name.” 

You paled as you realised you had misspoken. Quickly spitting out. “Father! I’m sorry! Please forgive me…” 

The low growl in his voice when he replied sent jolts of pleasure straight through you. 

“On your knees.” What else could you do but obey. Adjusting your position and kneeling at the edge of the confessional. Keeping your head down as the curtain was pulled back. You kept your eyes on his shoes. Hoping if you were good and submissive enough he would forget your misstep and allow you to finish. His sudden harsh grip on your hair was a sign that that was unlikely. 

He forced your gaze up so you could meet his eye. Lord he was stunning. Slicked hair a little messed up. He had probably been running his hand through it as he jerked off. Shirt untucked and dark pants undone. He looked good dressed as a priest. With another painful tug of your hair he pulled you close so the tip of his cock pressed against your lips. You didn’t even try to fight it. Wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking slow, teasing him. You knew you were pushing your luck, but when he smirked you practically melted. 

“Bad girl… You’re beyond saving.” You weren’t expecting him to thrust so suddenly. Hitting the back of your throat before you could adjust and making you gag. Eyes watering. You had put mascara on just for him. Knowing he loved watching it run down your cheeks when he made you cry. He groaned happily as he watched you choke on his cock. Slowly rocking his hips into your mouth to nudge the back of your throat again and again. You brought your hands up to press against his thighs, trying to push back so you could get a breath, but before you could even attempt it you saw his hand shift and the toy buzzed to life once again. Pressing against your clit just right in this position. 

You moaned in unison. Echoing around the large church. You could feel each level of the vibrator as he turned it up to the max. Making you shake and cry around his length. Just as your vision was turning spotty he shoved you back. You sucked in a desperate breath, too lost in pleasure to even register the edge of the seat hitting your back painfully. It would surely bruise something awful tomorrow. Though nothing you weren’t used to, living with Bo. 

“Turn around.” He grunted. No fanfare now. He was just as close as you were. 

It was a struggle to collect your thoughts, but you managed to shift your position once again, turning so your forearms rested against the seat before you. You felt him hike up your dress and the tip of his cock press against your entrance through your panties. He tugged them down fast, and you whimpered as the vibrator was ripped away from you once again. Quickly replaced by his length entering you in one full thrust. You both paused as you moaned. You were so slick and needy the stretch barely hurt. Just a very pleasurable full feeling. 

Bo started to move.

His large hand pressed down beneath your shoulder blades, pushing you down against the seat and making your back arch in just the way he liked it. He let out a breathless chuckle as he thrust back deep inside you. You missed the relentless stimulation on your clit, but you didn’t dare touch yourself, Bo was clearly already in a bit of a mood. Any excuse to be meaner to you should be greatly avoided. 

One particularly hard thrust pitched you forward and you moaned his name loudly. He grunted behind you as he felt you clench down.

“No amount of ‘hail Mary’s could fix a slut like you.” 

You jolted when you felt the little buzzing machine pressed against you once again. Held close by his fingers. Shaking beneath him and arching further as your orgasm rushed you faster than you could control it. “Father! Please fuck… I’m gonna-” You shuddered, unable to even make a noise as the strongest orgasm you had ever had hit you like a damn train. Sending your poor empty brain spinning away from reality. The pleasure continued to reach higher peaks until it was almost painful for you. And then it was painful. The unending buzz and his rough thrusts making you fully sob. 

“Bo- too much…” You could barely form the thoughts to get the words out. But he seemed to ignore them. Only laughing and continuing. If he removed the vibrator maybe you could handle it. But he continued to press it harder against you until you were properly crying. Dark tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Come on, baby. A good whore would take it.” He sounded much more strained. Holding himself back just to torture you more. Your limbs felt like rubber. Your brain total mush at this point. Finally, finally he came. Thrusts faltering as he pressed deep inside you. You couldn’t even enjoy the feeling of his warm cum filling you. Too busy shaking and sobbing as your clit ached. 

Bo was still for a beat, panting heavily before pulling out. He tugged your panties back up so the vibrator would stay in place once again, and so that his cum spilling out of you wouldn’t make a mess in his precious church. He patted ass gently, then gave a painful slap to your pussy as he stood. 

“See you back at the house.” 

Then he left. The fucker actually left. Leaving you writhing helplessly on the floor of the confessional as the vibrator drew a second finish out of you. You tried to call out after him, but it only came out as pitiful sobs and moans. Every time you tried to get at the vibrator, the jolts of pleasure would make your hands shake far too much to be useful. 

How much battery did this thing have again?

#house of wax #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #TKB Fics

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Do-Over-December 5th. Mistletoe. "In The Spirit Of Giving." Leslie Vernon X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Here we are, day three of Do-Over-December, an event all about reworking my fics from Kinky December. This is one of my fave ones from this event and combing over it and cleaning it up was a joy! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.1K (Old Length 3.6K) Warnings: Established Relationship. Teasing. Dirty Talk. Man Handling. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Don’t Get Caught. Hold The Moan. Panty Snatching. Leslie Being Leslie.

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Leslie is not an overly clingy guy. It was only going to be a few days apart, you weren’t going to be gone that long, your parent didn’t live far away, he was even used to being away from you at points due to his work, but this was different. He didn’t have to like it, didn’t have to enjoy being away from you, especially because it was the holidays. He wanted to have you around, why wouldn’t he? What sane person didn’t want their significant other around during this time of year?

It was important for you to have some time with your family, he understood and respected that some time had to be allotted for them and further that you wanted to spend time with them as well. So it went, you were saying goodbye to Leslie with promises of him getting to have you all to himself for a few days once you were back. You’d have a good time, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t looking forward to what you had planned together, too.

In some ways It was really nice being back but in some other ways and not so much, but hey isn’t that how this time of year always went? You take the good like the food and the bad, but it has mostly been good, thankfully.

Tonight was particularly good, your family typically had a holiday party that was a lot of fun, so of course you planned your time to be here for it, you never missed it. 

You wished you could have brought Leslie along, but for very obvious reasons when you lived in Glen Echo, you couldn’t exactly bring by the Glen Echo slasher to parade around in front of your family as your boyfriend. The party was in full swing and you were having a good time. 

You had been staying down in the basement, your old childhood room had been offered up to some family who was spending the night, but you weren’t about to complain about having the basement to yourself.

Speaking of, you spent that afternoon cleaning up, making sure it would be fine if party-goers wandered down there, the basement was finished and fairly nice, and it wouldn’t be unusual for some people to trickle down, but no one had yet. Everyone staying upstairs near the kitchen, or rather, near the food and drinks.

You had left some food out downstairs for whoever ended up down there but again no one had, you thought you should go down and get it, might as well bring it up and not let it go to waste. You made this one dish every year and your cousin had been asking about where it was, so fuck it, you’d be quick.

Furthermore, you didn’t feel the need to tell anyone, you opened the door and closed it behind you, turning, but then stopping as you looked downstairs.

“Huh.”

That was odd. You could have sworn you left the lights on. The set-up was weird, and the light switch was at the bottom of the steps, and you didn’t want some guest fumbling in the dark. It wasn’t pitch black, thankfully, one of the lights in the actual basement was on, helping illuminate your way. You probably just misremembered, you were scrambling earlier when getting ready for the party. You shrugged it off and headed down the stairs, hand on the wall as you went, and as soon you reached the bottom step, the next part happened so suddenly it almost made your head spin.

Your hand met the light switch, and before you could flip it on, there was a hand over yours and another hand over your mouth, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when you were pushed until your back met the wall. Your heart was hammering, you were totally terrified before you realized who it was, eyes coming into focus in the lower lighting to see who your assailant was.

It was Leslie, his hand was off yours, and he held one finger up to his mouth, signalling you to be quiet, and you rolled your eyes with a nod. He smiles at that before pulling his hand off of your mouth, “Hey, sugarplum.”

You want to laugh at the overly cutesy holiday themed nickname, but instead you asked, “Leslie, what are you doing here?”

You gave him a small push, more playful than anything, no real force behind it, but he acted like it was a gunshot, allowing it to knock him into the wall opposite you, he leaned against it, and you bite back a smile from his dramatics. Both of you were still standing in on the last step of the stairs, essentially in the doorway. 

He took a moment to respond, looking you up and down before pointing and saying, “That is a really cute outfit, I like it.”

A sigh as you say, “Nice deflection there, Les-”

To be fair to him, it WAS a really cute outfit. You had on a sweater and a tight skirt that landed just below mid-thigh and what looked like normal tights but were actually stay up thigh stockings, the lace tops hidden well under the hem of your skirt. You allowed yourself to smile at last at the compliment as you finished the thought, “Thank you. But really, what are you doing here?”

“I missed you.”

You smiled brighter at his admission, and you certainly missed him too, but instead of vocalizing something you were sure he already knew you joked with him, lightening the mood, “It’s been three whole days-”

“Three terribly long, awful days! I dunno how I survived them.” The way he said it, so purposefully over the top it made you laugh, fuck, you really had missed him, you’d been so busy running around you forgot that a little. Having him standing in front of you reminded you full force how much you’d been feeling his absence without realizing it.

He speaks again, “And this meeting was by accident, you weren’t supposed to know I was here.”

Eyebrows raise and you ask, “Oh no? And what pray tell were you here for if not to see me tonight?”

He pushed off the wall and took the one step forward, you knew why, he needed to be closer to you, his hand reaching out for yours as he said, “Well I DID miss you, that was accurate, but I was here doing a little research. Tryna find the best way in here so I could crawl into bed with you later after everyone else was asleep-”

Oh, of course, how very fitting for him.

“-then when I heard the door open and saw it was you, I figured it was too good an opportunity to pass up.”

You let him take your hand, and you laced your fingers together. You weren’t mad, how could you be? Leslie was nothing if not careful, and you were sure no one had seen him. You were about to tell him how good it was to see him, but he spoke again first before you could, “How’s the party going anyway?”

“Oh good, fun time, I came down here to get some of the food over there-” You gestured with the hand that wasn’t currently occupied holding his, pointing to the folding table with the few trays laid out. “-bring it upstairs, since no one seems to want to hang out down here tonight.”

Leslie asking that reminded you that you should be getting back up there, he was looking around the basement, he nodded in response to what you said. There was not much light except for one of the lamps on as well as the multicoloured lights you strung up earlier.

“Looks good, by the way. You do all the decorating down here yourself?”

You nodded once with a small hum, eyes scanning over the basement and the decorations you’d put up before your eyes landed back on him, just watching him for a moment.

“Even this?” His eyes met yours before he pointed straight up, and you looked up to where he meant and saw it, mistletoe very clearly hanging in the doorway you two were currently under. 

You laughed and said, “No way, I didn’t, someone else must have snuck down and did it after I was done. Stupid little family tradition, they insist upon hanging mistletoe above like every door during the party.”

He pulled you closer to him using your already joined hands as he asked in that very playful way of his, “Yeah? I’m assuming you get kissed at these parties all the time then. Must have the people just lining up.”

You were looking up at him, nearly pressed flush to him now. You respond quietly as you tell him, “Nope, never have been, actually.”

That answer from you got a particular kind of smile from him, call it whatever you want, but there was something about firsts that just really did it for Leslie. Maybe it was his deeply held corruption kink and his want to be memorable, and what is more memorable than the first time you do something? It makes him memorable, he wants nothing more than that. 

You could tell what he wanted and while you hadn’t thought of it before or really actively wanted it, you sure weren’t about to say no right now. His hand under your chin and tilting your head up to better facilitate what he was after, “Well, allow me.”

You leaned up to meet him in the middle, and you honestly couldn’t have pictured a better first kiss to happen under the mistletoe. You had kissed him, and he had kissed you what must have been hundreds of times already in the time you had been together, but it still felt hit you so hard.

Now it had been a few days, and you looked and smelled, and you even tasted so good that it was impossible to hold back for Leslie. That first innocent press of your lips together turned into a second and a third and on and on, more heat, more hunger, needier, and you weren’t turning him away.

It felt fucking good, and you had missed him too, and he was here now and his mouth on yours was so needed.

He was the one to escalate it even further.

He had let go of your hand, and he put his hands to better use, starting on your hips, thumbs rub over your hip bones and sliding up to your waist, pulling your sweater up slightly as he did, the slide of the soft fabric felt nice. 

You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, which he took as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, and you could feel the shift in tension. You were getting hotter, you were wanting more, it was like he could sense it and his mouth moved again. Kisses over your jaw and down your neck and his strong hands squeezed your waist, and you moved, exposing more of your bare throat to him, and he took advantage of that, teeth grazing sensitive skin, heat flares, and you fight to hold in the moan you wanted to let out. 

In short order, his leg was slipping between yours, it made your breath catch for a moment in your throat. 

A sweet little gesture, what was supposed to be one simple kiss was turning into a full-blown make out session, complete with hands roaming, ample groping, fuck, you loved it when he manhandled you like this, you were getting significantly wetter. He pressed his thigh closer to you and God, you should probably be getting back to the party. Before you could even think of vocalizing this though Leslie has started to slip down your body, you looked down to see him on his knees in front of you, fingers on the hem of your skirt,

“What are you doing?” You questioned, and he had started to hike your skirt up your thighs as he said, “What? It’s the holidays, baby. I’m in a giving mood.”

He said it with that smile that was just so classic him, and you did want to do this, but you had your reservations, you should be going, what if someone came looking for you? Your hands moved and held the hem of your skirt down, preventing him from pulling it up further,

Your eyes dart from his face and up the stairs to the closed door, “No, I mean-right here? What if someone comes downstairs?”

He looked up at you, his look was intense, and it made you lock eye contact as he moved your hand out of the way, you let him. He finished pulling your skirt up the rest of the way so it was bunched around your hips, “Guess you are just going to have to be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

Well, shit.

That was unreasonably hot, you had to! You’d been pulled every which way when you came back home, no chance to relieve yourself, so there was no way you could say no to him, far too turned on to refuse him.

His eyes fell back below your waist and his hands were on your outer thighs, a hum of approval as he looked over the thigh high stockings and panties you had on. You couldn’t look away as he leaned in, spreading your legs further apart to better work between them, his mouth met your inner thigh and his breath felt so warm. He took his time for a minute, fingertips tracing over the intricate lace of the tops of your stockings as he kissed and nipped at your thighs, trailing higher and higher, his voice was low, but you could hear it, “So fuckin’ pretty.”

He sighed and one of his hands had slid up far enough to run over your clothed slit, your hips arched more into his touch, already craving more friction,

“And so wet too, this all for me?”

God, why did that smile of his along with his tone have to fluster you so badly sometimes? You gave a small nod and his fingers hooked in the sides of your panties, and he pulled them down, you stepped one foot out of them and soon his mouth was on you. When his lips first made contact you inhaled sharply, head tilting back, and he took his time, soft open mouth kisses placed on you that had you already wanting to whimper but when his tongue licked that first stripe up over your clit you let out a moan. The back of his hand smacked your inner thigh, and you looked back down at him. He was looking up at you, and he pointed, you looked up the stairs to the basement door.

You swallowed hard, remembering just where you were. That is right, you need to be careful, there was still a party going on up there, he reminded of it you could hear it, vague sounds of people talking, laughing, music.

Another delicious pass of his tongue that had you biting your bottom lip to hold back.

You kept your eyes on the door, heart was pounding, this was so bad, so dangerous, you were in full view. If someone opened the door it would be over, you’d be seen easily and yet that thought, as scary as it was, helped fuel this. It felt hotter, better, adrenaline rushing through you along with the pleasure.

It felt fucking amazing. This always did when Leslie got between your thighs, the man adored to pleasure you any way he could, but that mouth of his was good for a lot more than bad jokes and smooth one-liners. He did it with such reverence and fervent passion, as if you were the best thing he had ever tasted, and you were inclined to believe it when he did this. Lips and tongue working in tandem to seemingly drive you fucking insane.

Why were you standing for this, though?

It had been minutes, and you were already dying, not like he ever needed long but fucking hell you felt like your legs just might give out, you had managed to keep your moans in check, but you were breathing much harder now. You were allowing yourself that one outlet, the deep inhales and low exhales, to show how fucking good he was making you feel. His tongue was circling your clit and your eyes fell closed, and you were just lost in the feeling, and then he sucked deeply, and your legs finally couldn’t take it, starting to give out from under you.

Luckily for you, Leslie had such good reflexes, his hands were on the backs of your thighs, he felt you starting to fall, and he moved with you. His mouth barely breaking contact for a moment as your legs were thrown over his shoulders, your back was forced to the wall behind you, and you gasped. Your hands flying back to lie flat on the wall to help support yourself, scrambling to hold on, riding his face and the pleasure at the same time as you adjusted to the sudden change, heart pounding in your chest from your near fall. He was fucking strong and this was such a good reminder, once he had you in the position he wanted it was easy, a lot of your weight was resting on the wall as opposed to on him, and he just kept fucking going.

Eating you out like it is what he was put on this Earth to do. 

You were aching, the pressure and need inside mounting, and it felt so amazing and what he just did got to you terribly, it made your heart jump and your clit pulse, you could swear you felt yourself get wetter at him handling the situation like that. Throwing you around so easily.

He had one hand on your thigh, helping keep you balanced and his other hand coming up to join in on the assault currently happening with his mouth, two fingers sliding inside your soaked cunt easily. One of your hands came up and covered your own mouth, eyes squeezing shut as he worked you over.

You were breathing so hard through your nose, small whines and whimpers spilling out, no way anyone could hear it upstairs, but with just your hand in the way, he could hear them, and he loved every single solitary sound he could draw from you. It wasn’t far off now, you pulled your hand away, tightly closed fist, nails biting into your palm, curled fingers nearly pressed to your lips, panting, “Oh my God Les-fuck! Yes I-I’m close-”

That earned a hum from him, the vibrations of that felt wonderful, and it had your hand back on your mouth in an instant to help muffle the moan and his fingers crooked inside of you hitting that sweet spot, your back arched off the wall, pushing closer to him. Hips canting, desperate for more of him, of what he was doing. You took a deep and steadying breath and pulled your hand back from your mouth, trying to keep quiet but still encourage him, you knew how much he liked to hear you when you were like this, wrecked, and all because of him.

“P-please, Leslie, don’t stop, pleas-”

He loved to hear you beg, and you had been so damn good for him, there was no way he would ever dream of stopping right now. Your thighs were trembling as his fingers pumped in and out of you, hitting that same spot over and over as his mouth stayed locked on your clit, tongue rolling over it in just such a way that had electric burning pleasure and tension crackling under your skin. His hand still on your thigh squeezed once, silent encouragement, and you were right there. You were telling him so, back of your hand to your mouth, head thrown back, resting against the wall, shaking in his grasp as you breathed out, hushed on a deep inhale, “Yes! Les-’m gonna-”

You couldn’t even finish the sentence, having to bite the back of your hand otherwise your uncensored and obscene moan would have surely alerted one of the party guests as you tumbled over the edge. Coming against his tongue and around his fingers, you're breathing laboured, unable to keep still, writhing as much as he would allow in his grip and with you partially pinned against the wall and rode out your high with him dragging every bit of sensation he could out of your orgasm.

When you had finally stopped shaking and had pulled your hand away from your own mouth was when he finally slid his fingers out of you and pulled his mouth away, you looked down to see him cleaning off his fingers. Fuck that view, pink tongue rolling between his wet digits made you clench down on nothing, you just came, for fuck's sake you shouldn’t be THAT into him doing that and yet here you were.

You spoke first, breathing out a huge exhalation as you said, “Holy shit, Les.”

That got a laugh out of him as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth, and he confirmed with a smile and a nod, “Yeah, holy shit is right.”

You laughed a little too, he rested his head against your thigh and was looking up at you, both his hands on your hips, and it was quiet for a moment. He looked so good, so content and happy, mouth still wet from you, some of the coloured light from the string lights nearby playing across his face. What a special thing he gave you, such a treat, an undeniably hot, unforgettable memory. You reached towards him, fingers running through his hair, enjoying the closeness, he placed another kiss on your thigh and started to tell you just how much he loved them when you felt it. You knew he meant his praise, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a distraction as one of his hands had trailed down your leg and was removing your panties that were still hanging off of one ankle.

“Whatcha doing there?”

Another little laugh from him, not denying it, he held up your panties between two fingers, and you attempted to grab them, he pulled them away with a laugh that bordered on musical and made a big show of putting them into his jeans pocket.

“I just gave you a pretty nice gift, so I am taking one of my own.” He teases, and you fire back, “Oh really? Expect me to go back up to the party with no panties, huh?”

That same damn charming smile, his hands squeezed your hips, and he started to carefully pull your legs off his shoulders, letting you get your footing back, you were a bit shaky, but you were standing upright just fine. He got off of his own knees himself, standing upright, eyebrows raised and a half shrug as he says, “Maybe. So I think it’d be hot. Sue me.”

It did sound hot but also troublesome, you didn’t want to have to worry about the wet mess he made of your cunt running down your thighs all night with no panties there to help catch what would surely be running out of you for hours.

An idea of your own hits.

I mean you were still under the mistletoe right? You put your hands on his chest and looked up at him as you said, “What if I gave you a different present, could I get my panties back?”

He leaned closer, started to tease, “Depends on what it i-oh!”

And just like that you had dropped to your knees, hands already working on his belt, mouthing over the very hard and noticeable erection straining in his jeans, making his sentence cut off. His breath caught as you opened his fly and what he said next made you smirk, not from the content of the sentence but more from the way he tried to sound confident and a little detached and aloof, but failed. He was so obviously turned on and very much into what you were doing. “I suppose I could let you earn them back. Only if you do an excellent job, of course.”

Excellent job, huh? You could more than handle that. Your hand wrapped around his hard shaft and the sharp intake of air from him made you preen, and you parroted back what he said, confirming it in a light tone, “Of course.”

Before your tongue is on the leaking head of his cock making his head smack back into the wall making you and he both laugh.

#jesus fucking christ #what a read #my goodness

[total-killer-brainrot]

Bex would you be down to write a dom ethan and sub reader type dynamic smut? This isn’t a request just wondering if it’s something you’re into 😻

Anon of course this is something I am into. First time writing more dominant Ethan! I hope you like it Anon, I haven't posted a fic in over a fucking month! Everything has been so hetic and nuts, I've been working on this behind the scenes and I am hoping this gets me back into the swing of things! Let's go!

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Now Or Never.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.5K. Ethan Landry X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Warnings: DUB CON! Stalking. Creepy And Delusional Behaviour From Ethan. Obsessive Ethan. Man Handling. Degradation. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Raw Sex. Implied Cream Pie. Hold The Moan. Don’t Get Caught. 

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Ethan has never been the kind of guy to really go after what he wants. He is much more passive, go with the flow, he doesn’t want to upset the apple cart nor ruin the image that people have of him. He knows it isn’t the best practice, he wants to get out of that, he wants to start doing things for him, maybe he should have made the call to start standing up for himself before agreeing to help his family avenge his brothers' death via a complex murder plot. However, Ethan was committed now, and he wasn’t going to back out, more importantly he saw no way how to, and so he stays. 

Assuming an identity in a new place and pretending to be someone he isn’t to infiltrate a group of people, pretend to be their friend just to be close enough to kill them was stressful. It felt like it was consuming his whole life, losing who he actually was in some regard, he needed a distraction, something to help give him purpose, ease his worries and the harsher edges of it all, or he’d go nuts. 

You were his outlet. 

Stalking just went along with what he did in service of the grand plan, you were not part of it, not involved, but you caught his eye in one of his classes. The first time, he was just going the same direction as you, he swears to God, he wasn’t being a creep, at first. That did not last long. He started to watch you, learn your schedule, get into your routine, and whenever he wasn’t having to continue his charade he was consumed getting lost in you. 

He knows where you live, he knows your class times, the coffee shop you frequent, your order at said shop, he knows what soap you use, the part-time job you hold and that one of your biggest pet peeves is when the tag in an item of clothing itches against your skin. 

He’s been watching you for an amount of time that he is sure if you knew would make you very fucking uncomfortable. You seemingly hadn’t caught on to what he was up to, which was good, it meant he could keep it up without worry, watching you living your life while you were totally oblivious. To be fair, how observant you are or are not, is not what he liked best about you, honestly what he liked is that you were the opposite to him in a lot of ways. No real responsibilities other than the ones you wanted to have, just living the way you want to, he felt some modicum of jealousy over that, he imagines what life could be like if he could get out of his current situation and have a more normal existence with you, it’s a good escape, but it’s just that, a fantasy, an unattainable one. 

It is getting harder and harder to ignore the situation he is stuck in, the same way it is becoming impossible to ignore the clawing feeling of dread in his chest. He wanted to stop feeling so helpless, wanted a sense of control, to feel like he was living for himself, even in a tiny sense. 

Time is running out, and he needs to correct this, or he might fuck up everything without some serious stress relief. 

Ethan learned about the Halloween party you were going to attend, and he thought maybe that would be good, to go and cut loose a little while near you. That plan changed, morphed, got away from him once he was actually there and near you in the costume you chose. 

He tried to keep distance, to just watch but between observing you having fun, the mounting pressure and the frankly bordering on painful erection in his jeans that would not stop throbbing finally a piece inside of him broke.

You had to know what you did to him. You had to know the effect you had on him, it was like you were aware you were being watched, doing this on purpose, it’s maddening. He could crush the red solo cup in his hand as he observes you dance with a friend, the way your hand rests on his arm, your head tips forward to press against his shoulder as you laugh, the sway of your hips, it should be him, why not him? He stews in his thoughts and the anger, the unfairness and the budding arousal threatening to boil over inside himself. 

He’d brought his Ghostface costume along, had it in his bag for something he needed to do later, it was like he acted on autopilot. He sneaks off, he got into the costume, and then he waits for the right moment. 

You are on your way to the bathroom, but not the main one people use, no these were your friends, and you knew about the lesser used one, he knew about it because of course, creep that Ethan was, he followed you there. When you are close enough he strikes, his hand over your mouth, his other arm loops around your middle, and he drags you the rest of the way to the bathroom. The door is already ajar, it’s no trouble to get you inside, a backwards swing of his foot to the wood makes the door close. The light is dim, there is a nightlight plugged into the wall outlet near the counter top by the mirror, so someone stumbling from the basement guest bedroom can find their way to the bathroom he assumes. 

You are struggling against him, squirming, muffled sounds trying to get out from behind his hand, but he is struck by just this. He is touching you for the first time, holding you, he draws you closer, makes it so you are flush against him. He’s thought about this countless times, you are warm and softer than anticipated, he can fucking smell you and it is intoxicating. He is so caught up in this, taking in every detail and small movement, he presses his hips forward, grinds himself on you through the layers of jeans and black fabric as he smells your hair and then what you do next? Ethan never would have thought in a million years you’d respond like this, by your eyes closing and you grinding back, pressing your ass closer to him with a sound behind his hand that might sound like a moan if he let you express it fully. 

You aren’t fighting him, not any longer, no you are rocking with him, trying to stimulate yourself in any way possible against him-

Oh.

You are better than he thought, he knew you were a slut, he’d seen you in your place, knew your porn search history and the collection of toys you owned, but to be down to fuck a masked stranger you hadn’t exchanged a single word with? You were a world-class whore, he was going to take advantage of this opportunity to the fullest. 

He knows he doesn’t need to hold you so closely, his arm releases your mid-section, his hand slides down your body and between your legs and up the short skirt of the costume you wore, fingers press to your underwear. You are already wet enough he can feel it through the thin material and his gloves. Your hips buck, wanting to get closer, feel more of him, it feeds his ego and emboldens him, you want him, and he isn’t going to deny you. 

He gets his glove off, he needs to feel you, skin on skin. His hand slides into your panties, his fingers dip as low as they can and feel the source of your extreme wetness, he presses, tease the hole carefully before his digits slide up through your folds, and he knows he finds what he needs when you gasp, head thrown back against his shoulder. 

His hand works, fingers circle over your clit, and you inhale sharply through your nose, brows furrow, and he watches you in the mirror. The way the pleasure plays out on your face as he teases you, he enjoys how your body responds, the small tremors of your limbs, the twisting and squirming of your form, the way your clit throbs under his touch as he presses harder. 

He needs to feel you inside. Fingers move, you whine, he dives inside, and he curls them, it causes the biggest reaction out of you yet. Your body pitching forward, hands on the counter and your walls clenching around his fingers. You are so soaked, soft, hot and so thoroughly alive. He can barely move them inside of you, but he does, he slips them in and out, presses to that same spot that got such a big reaction out of you, and he moans quietly, he swears he can feel you getting wetter. 

In and out, flex and push, you writhe, and he wants to hear you, he pulls his hand away, but before he does, he has one finger over your lips, that classic symbol of “shhh” and you nod, eyes half lidded and lust filled. You let out quiet moans, his palm grinds against your clit as his fingers fuck in and out, he can’t take much more. The simple movement, the motion, how hard he is rocking against your ass, he wants to be buried in you, wants to fuck you. 

So he does. 

His hand moves, fingers pulled out, and your eyes had slipped closed again, at the loss of him they open, confused and when you see him pulling the robe up you get the hint. You make your own move, shaky hands lift off the counter and your fingers hook under your skirt, you tug down your underwear and you step one foot out, leaving them hooked around your other ankle. He has the robe up and his pants open finally, the relief of pressure on his straining erection has him letting out a small sigh. His hands are on you, he adjusts you, one knee on the counter and pushing you forward, your hands braced on the sink, and you adjust too, your hips tilt and soon with a hand on your back and the other on the base of his cock he is lining up. 

It’s rushed and faster than he wants, but he just wants so much, it’s been so fucking long he can't stop it, can't help himself. He feels you, the heat coming off of you, the wetness on his tip, he lingers for only a moment before his hips move involuntarily, and then he is helpless. The first half inch pops in with no resistance, and you are perfect, you feel incredible it makes him let go of himself, hands lock on your hips, and he pushes further, slides deeper, and he watches you in the mirror. The way your mouth falls open, the exhalation, the way you tense in some regards and relax in others, but mostly he can’t focus on much else other than how your cunt feels around him as he settles in, finally to the base. 

He soaks you in for a second, you are more impatient than he, you whine again, needier than before, and you move first, pull your hips forward before sliding them back, and it makes any semblance of control break. He takes over, the grip on your hips tightens, and he pulls out almost totally before driving back in, you have to bite your lip to hold the moan back enough to not be overheard. The party is on the main floor, you are in the basement, but you are sure that he could make you alert everyone up there. 

This was insanely hot for you, a masked stranger pulling you away and touching you, groping you, fucking you without you seeing his face or uttering a single word? Unbearably hot, his fingers were good, but even two minutes in his dick puts his hands to shame. He is greedy. He touches more, he didn’t touch you enough before, his other glove comes off, and he touches your legs, your thigh, a firm squeeze of your ass, he feels up your sides and your chest. You lean closer into his touch, moving still with him, loving the pace he took as he fucked you, rough and quick, he pulls the top of your costume down, exposes your tits, palms them, and you moan louder than you probably should. 

This is good, but it could be better still, your hand is between your legs, you stroke your clit as he fucks you, the stretch of him is delicious, you find yourself gasping, arching your back a bit more so he hits that spot inside just a bit harder, a touch better. You are so close to the mirror you are in danger of fogging it up, but you want to look at him, you’d been staring at his masked face this whole time, wondering who is under it. 

You move back, press yourself closer to him and away from the mirror, and you get this urge. This urge that you don’t question or think about. Your back is to his chest, he is still preoccupied with fucking you and rolling your nipples between his fingers, perfectly distracted, huffing and letting out small sounds of pleasures, groans, you reach back behind him and the move is fast. You push the hood back, fingers grip, and you pull and twist, the mask comes off. He’s shocked.

He was so consumed with the feeling of getting to have you, with the mounting pleasure, he even had his eyes closed like an idiot, you got the drop on him. He stopped, held deep, and your eyes met in the mirror. 

He’s hot. Hotter than you thought possible, dark sweat soaked curls and hard eyes, pretty pink lips are wet and parted, he’s strong and has had no issue throwing you around and holding you down. The low orange light playing off your body and his face is going to be burned in your mind forever.

You don’t want him to stop, you want to keep going. You maintain eye contact, you move again, pull him out slightly before bucking back, he inhales hard, and you do it again, and again, slip more out and take him harder on every movement, and he comes back to himself. 

You like this, like him, you liked him as a stranger doing this, but you were still into this now made it even better. He takes over again, he fucks you harder while still meeting your eyes in the mirror. He wasn’t going to stop now until you came around him, and he filled you up.

God, he needed this. 

#hummuna hummuna #awooooga #boioiooioinggg #and other various horny sounds

[total-killer-brainrot]

Under the Blade

Gripping your hair so hard tears sprung in your eyes and pulling you up so you were nearly face to face with him. He plunged the blade down, deep into your mattress, dangerously close to your aching pussy. His voice was low when he spoke, dripping with arousal behind that voice changer.

“Ride it.”

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A visit from Ghostface takes an unusual turn when the killer wants to try something new.

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,952. Ship: Ghostface x Reader. Fem!Reader. Tags: Stalking, Threats of Violence, Knife play, Groping, Verbal Humiliation, Choking, Breathplay, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Hair-pulling, Glove Kink, Aftercare, Established Relationship

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This is not an original idea, saw it on booktok and thought 'ghostface would so do this.'

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There was a weird feeling at the back of your neck. A prickly tingling that had had you on edge all evening. 

Before getting dressed into your comfy pyjamas you checked the closet door. Making popcorn you kept looking over your shoulder, as if someone were creeping up behind you. When finally settling down for the movie you just couldn’t relax. Something was very wrong. But you couldn’t figure out what. You had checked every single locked door a dozen times already. Every window was shut, curtains pulled tight. But yet that awful feeling was still there. Someone was watching you. And it was driving you crazy. 

Every single creak made you jump. You had already missed half the movie thanks to your rampant paranoia. Finally shutting it off with a frustrated sigh before heading to bed. 

You heard the footsteps too late.

A quiet step directly behind you before a gloved hand clamped over your mouth and pulled you back, stifling your scream and trapping you against the intruder’s body. He was strong, absurdly so. Holding you in place so easily it was almost embarrassing. Something hard and cold nudged against your ear and in the corner of your eye you saw stark white. A mask? You didn’t dwell on it long as you felt something even colder against your throat. A soft, admittedly, very attractive, voice crackled to life next to your ear. Almost like it was being altered.

“You scream… I slit your pretty throat and leave you here to die… try to run, and I catch you and slit it anyway. Got it?” You winced as the blade started to dig in, nodding as quickly as you could without causing any damage. “Good girl…” And despite the pure terror at the position you had been put in, that one small praise made your knees weak.

You were very impolitely manhandled to your own bed. Tossed down onto the covers so you could finally get a look at your assailant. White mask forming a perpetual scream. Black robes totally covering his large form. And that knife. Glinting in the dim moonlight. He caught you looking at it and gently turned the blade in his hand. 

“If you do as you're told… this old thing won’t hurt you.” Though his words comforted you very little. You were backed into a corner, pressing yourself as close to your pillows as you possibly could to make some distance. He stood there, watching you. Eerily silent. Head tilted in a strangely endearing way. You could tell he was studying you. Gauging your reaction. For what? Judging if you’d be a good enough victim for him? You met his gaze, at least you tried. It was tricky with the mask.

In a flash he was on top of you. One hand on your hip tugging you closer as the other hastily tugged off your shorts. You realised that you could feel his hard cock pressed up against your inner thigh. A soft groan sounded from the man above you. 

“You know… I was gonna kill you… spread your insides all over your living room… but you decided to be a tease and get all dressed up for me in those little pyjamas…” His hands trail down your thighs and you can’t help but shudder. It felt so good. He had barely touched you and you were already drenched. Something about the ‘masked killer having his way with you’ really got your blood pumping. Perhaps he could see it in your eyes, because you were sure you could hear a quiet distorted laugh as he blatantly groped your ass.

His hand had nearly reached your clothed cunt when he pulled away. Easily slicing through the thin fabric and pulling it away. You tensed as you felt the sharp tip of the blade dig into your thigh, before he flipped and it pressed the blunt handle against your bare clit. You gasped and titled your head back against the pillows as he ground it against you harshly. The metal was cold against your core. Sending shivers up your spine and sparks of pleasure through your brain. 

Just as you were starting to get into it, gripping the bed sheets as you matched his movements with your own. Pleasure heightening as you chased your peak, he pulled the blade away. Gripping your hair so hard tears sprung in your eyes and pulling you up so you were nearly face to face with him. He plunged the blade down, deep into your mattress, dangerously close to your aching pussy. His voice was low when he spoke, dripping with arousal behind that voice changer.

“Ride it.”

There was no room for argument. And the way his tone dropped as he commanded you made your brain go blank. You would do anything he wanted if he kept talking like that. A quiet gasp escaped you when he pulled on your hair harder. Indicating that you were taking too long following orders. You quickly snapped into action, situating yourself so you were hovering over the handle. Taking a deep breath before dropping down slow. 

The handle wasn’t uncomfortably big, but it was hard and unforgiving. Your breathing turned uneven as the finger grooves rubbed against all those perfect spots inside you. Once you were seated up to the guard you paused, trembling at the unfamiliar feeling of being filled by a knife handle. The coolness of the metal quickly warming inside you. Your big bad assailant was kneeling silently in front of you. Allowing you to adjust. Watching each little twitch of your face and subtly groping himself at the view. 

Once he had decided you were taking too long his hand left your hair to trail down to your hip, gently guiding you to start moving. Tugging your tank top down to reveal your tits with the other. You groaned as those leather gloved hands groped you, teasing your nipples mercilessly. One particularly hard pinch made your hips jerk forward, which in turn hit those unforgiving grooves against yet another mind blowing spot inside you. You had to place one hand on his arm to steady yourself as you chased that sweet spot. Grinding down onto the knife with a needy whine. Your eyes closed as you dropped your chin to your chest. Barely registering the staticky laugh above you. 

“You know… only a fucking whore would be getting off to this so easily…” His voice was confident, but slightly strained. Just hearing how much you were affecting him was enough to make you clench down on the metal below you. You gripped his arm hard and gave him, what you thought was, a cool smile. Realistically you looked a mess.

“Only a fuckin’ freak… would come up with something like this…”

When he laughed you could almost hear his real voice through the changer. The man behind the mask. His hand traced up from your tits to tighten around your throat. Making you gasp as he cut off your air. Helping guide you even faster. You could feel the edge rushing closer. Pulsing around the handle as your eyes rolled back. You felt his hand leave your hip but you kept up the same pace. Chasing your peak desperately. You choked out a surprised moan when you felt a gloved thumb press down on your clit harshly. 

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train. And the intruder helped you through it. Keeping the pleasure heightening until it was almost painful. You started to feel dizzy. The lack of oxygen paired with the intense rush. Your mouth opened and closed uselessly. Distantly you wondered if he noticed that you were about to pass out. With the mask totally covering his eyes you couldn't tell if he was even looking at you. And he was still abusing your poor clit. A tear rolled down your cheek. You hadn’t even realised you were crying. You weakly tugged at his wrist, you couldn’t pull him off, he was so strong. But perhaps you could draw his attention to your predicament.

Through your spotting vision you saw him reach up and pull the mask off. He grinned at you. He was so pretty when he smiled. Pulling you close by your neck and kissing you deeply. His lips were soft. Though you were too far gone to kiss back properly. 

Finally he shoved you away, releasing your neck and sending you sprawling back against the pillows. You coughed and gulped down air desperately. Not noticing him easily remove the blade from your mattress. When you had finally regained some semblance of composure, you opened your eyes to be blessed with the sight of him dragging his tongue down the handle. His own eyes closed as he tasted your orgasm dripping down to the blade. Another spark of arousal made you squeeze your thighs together subtly. At least you thought it was subtle.

“Oh babe… you’re still all horny after that? I knew you were a slut.” 

You shuddered and tugged on the dark robes to draw him closer.

“Just shut up…” You mumbled weakly as you kissed him. Hooking your leg over his hip as you reached down to fumble with his jeans. You could feel how hard he was. And you wanted that cock so bad. He was quick to help. Pulling off the dark robe and shoved down his jeans and boxers. The whole ‘ghostface’ schtick totally abandoned as your boyfriend finally allowed himself to go after his own pleasure. 

You moaned out his name and he breathed a sigh of relief when he finally slid inside you. You only had a few seconds to analyse how different it felt from the knife handle before he started moving. Pounding into you hard and fast. So worked up after watching you lose your mind on his lucky blade. There was no way he was going to be able to gut someone without getting hard and distracted. Though that wasn’t a huge issue.

You tugged on his hair and whined. His lips trailed down your neck until he caught one of your nipples between his teeth. Gently pulling and grinning around the sensitive bud as your whines reached a higher pitch. He knew your body like the back of his hand. Knew exactly which buttons to press to make you go mad. This man would be the death of you one day, you had no doubt about it. 

When he finally pulled away from your chest you could tell he was getting close, and you were nearing your second finish as well. He easily lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and the new angle made you arch as he was able to rut deeper into you. You didn’t know when he had removed his gloves. But you didn’t care. His bare fingers ghosted over your clit and you were gone once again. Toes curling as you clenched down on his cock, causing him to grunt and still inside you. The pair of you lost as you both rode out your orgasms. 

When you finally had the sense to open your eyes once again he was watching you with a dopey smile. You returned it and pulled him close for a much gentler kiss. Mumbling against his lips.

“We have got to do that again some time…” 

He nodded in agreement. Slowly pulling out and reaching for the damp cloth he already had prepared to clean you up.

“You make such a good victim. God you were so hot.” He pecked your lips once again and grinned as you stretched out in bed with a yawn. 

How did you get so lucky?

#Scream #Ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #TKB Fics

[total-killer-brainrot]

Writing Master List

Hey there, I'm Vi. I have just recently gotten into writing after years of loving filthy slasher smut. 

This is a masterlist of all of my fanfics so far. And hopefully there will be many more added in future!

All my fics are also on AO3!

Please enjoy <3

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Johnny Slaughter

Choose Fuck NSFW JohnnyxReader

Knock Knock NSFW JohnnyxReader

Bounce Back Better NSFW JohnnyxReader

Blood Runner NSFW JohnnyxReader

Hurt Pride

Warmed Up NSFW JohnnyxReader

Unrelenting NSFW JohnnyxReader

Pack Animal NSFW JohnnyxReader

Scream

Ghostface

Under the Blade NSFW GhostfacexReader

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Two’s a Party, Three’s a Crowd NSFW BillyLoomisxStuMacherxReader

Bloody Aftermath NSFW BillyLoomisxStuMacherxReader

Joy Ride

Rusty Nail

Pit Stop NSFW RustyNailxReader

Hey There Stranger NSFW RustyNailxReader

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Father Please NSFW BoSinclairxReader

Hazbin Hotel

Alastor

Remote Broadcast NSFW AlastorxReader

#fanfiction #slasher #TKB Masterlist #TBK Fics

[total-killer-brainrot]

Two's a Party, Three's a Crowd

You would never typically consider yourself ‘easy’. But here you were, face down ass up on Stu fucking Macher’s bed. He hadn’t even taken you on a proper date. Only feeling you up briefly in the theatre before convincing you to ditch the movie and go home with him. You hadn’t meant to let it get this far, but god. He was just so hot. And when he kissed you as you stumbled through his front door you caved immediately.

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A quick hookup with Stu Macher turns into much more than you bargained for when his partner in crime shows up.

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,459. Ship: Stu Macher x Billy Loomis x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Porn Without Plot, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, Degradation Kink, Begging, Verbal Humiliation, Hair-pulling, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Choking, Creampie, Biting, Hand Jobs, Come Eating, Cunnilingus

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You would never typically consider yourself ‘easy’. But here you were, face down ass up on Stu fucking Macher’s bed. He hadn’t even taken you on a proper date. Only feeling you up briefly in the theatre before convincing you to ditch the movie and go home with him. You hadn’t meant to let it get this far, but god. He was just so hot. And when he kissed you as you stumbled through his front door you caved immediately. 

A long groan left your lips as his cock dragged wonderfully against that perfect spot inside you. Behind you he let out a soft huff. Probably a barely contained laugh at how needy you were acting. Rolling your hips back against him like you just couldn’t get enough of the taller man's dick. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and he was revelling in it. Like this guy needed the ego boost.

You felt his hand slide down the small of your back to grope at your ass. Giving it a light slap just to watch the plump flesh jiggle.

“You know… I never thought you’d be such a whore. You always seem so uptight…” You could hear the smug grin in his voice. And you were actually grateful that he had you face down so that he couldn’t see how your face turned red.

Just as you were about to respond, something snarky and clever of course, he gave a particularly hard thrust that sent any bickering thoughts flying out of your mind. Any retorts died on your tongue with an embarrassingly loud groan. 

Stu paused as he was deep inside you, just grinding his cock into you in such a way that you were sure he would drive you mad. Your breaths came out in stuttered gasps as you gripped his sheets until your knuckles turned white.

“Please..” You stammered weakly. Voice muffled. He heard you, but of course he pretended he didn’t. 

“Hm? What was that, babe?” One firm thrust sent you reeling once again. Your thighs quivered, struggling to hold you up. But his large hand on your hip made sure you’d never slip away from him. “Speak up.”

Every time you tried to collect your thoughts he’d slam into you, or flick your clit, or pull your hair. It was maddening. You could barely pull your broken mind together to respond to him. Which only amused him. He knew how difficult he was making it, and he was determined to make it harder.

“Fuck… Please! Go faster Stu…”

He laughed. The fucker actually laughed at you. That loud, obnoxious laugh that made you swoon but also grind your teeth. It sent another spark of humiliated pleasure down your spine and you clenched around him as he finally sped up again. Your moans reached a new pitch. 

So loud that you didn’t hear the window open. You didn’t even realise there was a third person in the room until a hand gripped your hair and pulled you up so you were eye level with another perfect cock. 

“Seems like you two are having fun without me…” 

A particularly hard thrust sent you forward, Billy fucking Loomis’s dick poking your cheek. Of course you couldn’t have one without the other. The two were glued at the hip. 

It didn’t take much coaxing for you to welcome Billy’s cock into your mouth. And he took full advantage of that, thrusting deep until you gagged and tried to pull away. He was much stronger than you thought as he easily kept you in place with just one hand gripping your hair. Watching you with an eerie kind of silence and you choked on his dick.

“Sorry man..” Stu’s voice sounded strained now. Holding himself back as he slowed down again. “She jumped me… couldn’t possibly keep a slut this desperate waiting…”

Billy let you get some leeway so you could breathe. Watching your cheeks turn redder, both from the lack of oxygen and from Stu’s vulgar words. As humiliating as it was, you loved it when they talked about you like you weren’t right there. You met his eyes from your position between them, curling your tongue against the veins on the underside of his cock. Relishing in the way his lips parted and his breathing lowered. A soft chuckle escaped him.

“‘Desperate slut’ might be a bit of an understatement… you should see her fucking face, Stu.”

Another groan sounded behind you and your eyes rolled back as you felt Stu’s long fingers press against your clit. Both boys' movements faltered as you simultaneously clenched and gagged at the barrage of sensations. Feeling lightheaded with your nose pressed against Billy’s groin. They seemed to forget about you for a moment. Both focused on their own pleasure. You could do nothing but take it. Shaking and moaning around Billy’s cock as Stu’s grip on your hips tightened. 

It took a moment but you managed to open your eyes again. You wanted to see Billy’s face when he came. You were surprised to see Billy and Stu lost in their own makeout session. Billy’s free hand gripping Stu’s hair much like he was doing to you. Stu leaning down slightly to reach the shorter man. The image was burned into your brain as quite possibly the hottest thing you had ever seen. And one final thrust sent you spinning over the edge into your orgasm. 

If the two of them hadn’t been holding you up, you would have collapsed long ago. You felt Stu’s hips stutter and pause as your walls clenched around him. Surprising him as his own finish hit him hard. Moaning into Billy’s mouth as he stilled deep inside you. His cum oozing out around his cock and dripping down your thighs. Too lost in pleasure to care. You’d worry about the implications of that later. 

Above you Stu whined, a high noise that surprised you. You were able to glance up once again to see Billy tugging the taller man’s bottom lip between his teeth. These two would be the death of you. You hollowed your cheeks just to see Billy’s reaction. He cursed as his head dropped back. It felt great to be able to make him good like that. But any sort of power was quickly taken from you when Stu pulled out. Feeling the last of his cum follow made you whimper. And that drew breathy laughs from both of them. 

You felt Stu move off the bed behind you, but you weren’t sure where he was going until you saw him appear behind Billy’s shoulder. One hand dragging up his stomach to his chest while the other gripped at the base of his cock, what little that wasn’t deep down your throat. Billy left your mouth and you sucked in your first proper breath in who knows how long. Billy allowed himself to be a little loud as Stu’s hand slowly gripped up his length. His chin resting against Billy’s shoulder, watching you with that wonderful smug grin that drew you to him in the first place. 

Billy slowly started rolling his hips into Stu’s fist, then faster as he chased his orgasm. Still gripping your hair tight to keep you in place. And once again finding Stu’s hair with the other. Keeping you both exactly where he wanted it as he reached his peak with a strained curse. You were far too enraptured by the scene above you to pull away as he finished on your face. Not that you would have wanted to. Opening your mouth and letting your tongue hang to catch any cum. Both of them loved that. Stu biting his lip hard while Billy’s breath hitched mid moan. 

“She’s perfect, man…” Stu mumbled, lips pressing against Billy’s neck. The shorter man could only nod in agreement as he caught his breath. Leaning back against Stu for support. When he finally released your hair you were able to sit up. Knees aching from being in the same position for so long. The rapidly cooling cum on your face and cunt making you cringe. You laid back against the pillows with a long sigh.

“That was fucking incredible…” 

You bounced as Stu flopped down next to you, laughing when his tongue dragged up your cheek, collecting as much of Billy’s cum as he could. You snorted, pushing his face away. 

“Gross dude!” You cried, wriggling away from him. He gripped your hips and pulled you closer. Trying to get his tongue back on your face. Basically wrestling you into a position that you couldn’t escape from.

“Hey… why let it go to waste right?” At that Billy also broke out into laughter. Helping Stu pin you down by gripping your thighs. Your struggles quickly faltered when Billy’s own tongue prodded your entrance then curled inside you. Eating Stu’s cum out of you. With a needy whine you said,

“You’re both disgusting…”

#Scream #billy loomis #stu macher #stu macher x reader #stu macher x you #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x you #stu macher x billy loomis #stu macher x billy loomis x reader #stu macher x billy loomis x you #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #TKB Fics

[total-killer-brainrot]

Hey There Stranger

You paused briefly to take another sip of wine, and nearly jumped out of your skin as the radio at your side crackled to life.

“You done already, sugar? I was just starting to enjoy myself…”

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You use your old CB radio to help blow off some steam.

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,472. Ship: Rusty Nail x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Sexism, Bad Work Environment, Voice Kink, Drinking, Drunk Sex, Masturbation, Phone Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Humiliation Kink, Praise Kink, Begging, Tattoos

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Today, like every other day spent in your gruelling, exhausting existence, was awful.

Running an auto shop solo, in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, as a young woman, was possibly the worst choice anyone could ever make. 

Your long days were spent either dying of boredom, baking in the hot sun, or getting cussed out by some uptight city fuck boy who refused to believe that you knew more about cars than him. So few of your customers were decent people. In the last week you could probably count two that didn’t make you want to rip your hair out. 

Right now you were suffering through yet another obnoxious douchebag screaming at you because he was so sure you were overcharging him. You just stood behind the counter and watched him tucker himself out with a blank stare on your face. Too exhausted to even bother blessing him with a reaction. The door dinged behind him as another customer entered. An older guy, trucker by the looks of it. He gave you a short nod then waited behind the asshat still ranting in your face. 

By the time he had reluctantly paid and left you wanted to break something. Instead you forced a smile and greeted your next customer. Expecting another jackass old guy telling you how to do the job you’d be doing since you were young.

“Some people…” he tutted. Tipping his hat lower so you could barely see his face. Just his stubbled chin and the cigarette held between his lips.

You blinked in surprise. Getting empathy from a trucker in these parts was rare indeed. 

“Right? Fuckin’ audacity man…” You shook your head gently as you relaxed. Something about this guy put you at ease. Perhaps it was his voice. So deep it rattled your bones and made your brain buzz pleasantly in your skull. You could listen to him talk all day. 

Unfortunately for you he wasn’t very talkative. Polite, well spoken, but didn’t say a whole lot. Still you were surprisingly entranced by this stranger. Something about him drew you in. You weren’t the most perceptive person but you could just tell there was something unique about this older guy. But to your disappointment, he left with another nod goodbye before you could figure him out. And you were left with the lingering smell of coffee and cigarettes and the image of his smirk under that dirty old hat.

During your long, lonely shift you did allow your mind to wander. It wasn’t often a guy walked in here and caught your eye. And you’d never see him again. So why not indulge in a little harmless fantasy to get you through your boring workday. Was it really unprofessional to get off at work if you had no customers and were your own boss? Perhaps yes. So it all had to be in your head unfortunately.

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Once home you were exhausted. Emotionally and physically. And you were still pent up and imagining that one unusual customer in all manner of compromising positions during the rest of your work day. 

Your bed creaked as you flopped down heavily, half full glass of wine in your hand, the rest of the bottle in your other. Already a little tipsy from your first glass. And already well into your second. Fully preparing to spend the night enjoying yourself to wind down from another stressful day of work.

When the most delicious idea popped into your head.

In the corner of your bedroom sat an old CB radio. Dusty from years of being forgotten. Despite the machine’s age, you still knew it like the back of your hand. Years of talking to your pa while he was on the road. It took you a minute to set it up at the end of your bed. Heart skipping a beat excitedly as the familiar crackle of the radio coming to life hit your ears. 

You flicked it to an empty channel. As fun as the risk was, you didn’t want anyone to actually hear you. Just the thought that someone might stumble across this channel by chance was enough to make your thighs press together. Just tipsy enough to think this was a good idea.

It didn’t take you long to rid yourself of your remaining clothes. Splayed out across your sheets with the little handheld microphone pressed close to your lips. A delicate sigh escaped you as the tips of your fingers slid through your folds and the tension started to seep out of your body. You let your eyes flutter closed as you allowed your imagination to run wild. It was easy to conjure some make believe man on the other end of the radio. Listening and guiding you along as your fingers pressed down gently on your clit. There was no rush. You could take your time and enjoy the slow build of pleasure. Letting your moans fill the radio channel with no need to quiet yourself. 

You paused briefly to take another sip of wine, and nearly jumped out of your skin as the radio at your side crackled to life. 

“You done already, sugar? I was just starting to enjoy myself…”

You gaped at the little machine. Face turning hot. How long had this rando been listening? Had he heard everything? Was he jerking off right now? And… Why did that voice sound so familiar? You had to slog through your hazy thoughts for the owner of that perfect growl. Then it hit you. The older guy who had come into your work. The whole reason you were doing this to blow off some steam. You sat up slowly. Keeping your eyes on the radio like it would attack if you looked away.

“Can’t be getting all shy on me now… keep going.” 

His voice was firm. No room for argument. And that voice really did something for you. You could practically feel the way you dripped with arousal as his tone lowered in demand. 

With a nervous sigh you tilted your head back. Fingers finding their way back down to your core. For a brief moment you wondered if he could hear the slick noises it made, then you heard him hum happily and your suspicions were confirmed. You bit your lip hard as you slid two fingers inside your cunt easily. Too embarrassed to moan as openly as you had been moments ago.

“You know I wanna hear you, sugar.” He grunted. You let out a weak whimper that he cut off with another groan. He was definitely jerking off as well. The image of that alone made you weak. Those large, tattooed hands gripping his cock. Leant back in his beast of a truck. Perhaps a cigarette between his lips. His hat pulled low so only his salt and pepper stubble was visible. Your mind ran wild and you didn’t notice yourself start to get louder once again until he interrupted your thoughts with a devastatingly hot,

“Good girl.” 

Holy shit. You couldn’t remember a time where you had needed dick as badly as this. You pressed your thumb to your clit once again as your fingers curled inside you. Whining needily into the mic. Barely registering the pleased grumble you got in return.

“Fuck me…” You gasped out. Pleading for him without realising you had even opened your mouth. “Please.” 

He laughed. It was so deep and so damn condescending the humiliation nearly pushed you over the edge. Just barely able to keep your cool.

“Darlin’. I’m not even there.” 

You couldn’t stop the frustrated groan as it crawled up your throat. Turning your head towards the radio as you heard something slick from the other end. Drawn back to that image of him getting off to your moans. Your hips rocked upwards. Chasing the pleasure as it twisted your stomach. Loving that he was enjoying this just as much as you were. 

“Please…” You begged once again. You heard his breath hitch, then a loud rumble. He must have just started his truck. Your heart skipped a beat and you gasped excitedly. Eyes rolling back into your head as you felt your orgasm start to crest.

“Don’t you dare cum till I get there. You gotta wait for my cock, ok baby?”

You froze. Holding your breath as you fought off the pleasure. It was torture to pull your hands away but at this point you would do anything he said. You nodded. And it took you way too long to remember that he couldn’t see you. Yet.

“Yes.” You knew you already sounded like a mess. Breathless and needy. You quickly tacked on the end, in hopes of gaining his favour. “Sir…”

His low chuckle made you squeeze your thighs shut. So fucking desperate.

“Now, where you at, sugar?”

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[total-killer-brainrot]

Pit Stop

“What can I get you today, sir?” You cooed. Jumping and going tense when you felt a rough hand sliding up the back of your thigh, under your skirt. Before you could move away from it he gripped harder and tilted his head up slightly so you could see his mouth. That familiar smile. That perfect low voice teasing your ears as his hand slid higher.

“Coffee… and the usual, sugar.”

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Rusty comes to visit you. The fact that your working doesn't bother him.

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 2,086. Ship: Rusty Nail x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Groping, Established Relationship, Voice Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Dubious Consent, Grinding, Vaginal Fingering, Public Humiliation, Overstimulation, Vaginal Sex, Dacryphilia, Breeding Kink, Degradation, Creampie, Come Eating

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It was too damn hot. Your uniform clung to your body. Not even the shitty fan on the counter top was keeping you cool. You ran a hand through your hair as you fanned yourself with a menu. It was a slow day at the diner. Though every day was slow when you were in the middle of nowhere. You let out a low sigh as you leaned against the counter. As close to your little fan as you could. Letting it loosen and blow the hairs out of your ponytail. You heard the door ding as a new customer entered. Without looking up you straightened and adjusted your dress. Grabbing your notebook and calling out to your new customer cheerily.

“Be with you in a moment!”

The teens clustered in the booth near you cackled and flicked straws in your direction as you moved towards your new customer. You shot them a mean look and grinned inwardly when they shut up. The man sitting in the booth in the corner had his head low. Face almost completely hidden by his cap. Another trucker no doubt. Stopping for a meal before heading back on the road. It was your main clientele so you weren’t surprised. Stopping at the end of his booth you gave your best customer service smile and greeted him. As chipper as ever despite the miserable heat.

“What can I get you today, sir?” You cooed. Jumping and going tense when you felt a rough hand sliding up the back of your thigh, under your skirt. Before you could move away from it he gripped harder and tilted his head up slightly so you could see his mouth. That familiar smile. That perfect low voice teasing your ears as his hand slid higher.

“Coffee… and the usual, sugar.”

You grabbed his wrist quickly before it reached anywhere indecent. Flushing a deep red as that damned voice sent shivers down your spine and straight to your panties.

“Rusty…” You mumbled breathlessly. Lost for a moment before you realised you were in full view of the rest of the diner and quickly snapped out of it. “Hey hey!” You whispered as you stepped away from his reach. “Not here!” You looked around to see if anyone had spotted him feeling you up. Luckily the diner was near empty. Only the kids by the door and one old trucker fast asleep at his booth, coffee long gone cold.

“No one here, darling…” He stood slowly. Tipping his cap lower before turning to the bathrooms. “You have two minutes.”

He didn’t wait to see if you would agree. He already knew you would. Already knew you were dying to get your hands on him. Usually he came by once or twice a month. Stopping at this shitty diner just for you on his way across the country. But it had been three whole months since you had seen him. And you were aching for it.

You shook yourself out of your stupor once again. Smoothing your hair and hurrying back to the register. Dumping your apron and notepad and calling out to the cook out the back. “Going on break!”

You heard a short grunt from the kitchen before you speedwalked for the bathrooms. Typically you weren’t this eager. But typically you hadn’t been left desperate and needy for three whole months.

When you entered the bathrooms it was eerily quiet. For such a big guy Rusty was terrifyingly quiet. You cleared your throat nervously, hoping he would reveal himself. Before stepping deeper into the grimy bathroom. Suddenly there was a hand on your waist and you were pulled into one of the stalls. Pressed up against the door as you heard him latch it. Your hands shook slightly as you held the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. You felt his cap bump your forehead but it didn’t bother you. He pressed a knee between your legs and you didn’t hesitate to moan against his lips as you rubbed against him. Already soaked. When he pulled off you he chuckled lowly.

“Damn, girlie. What’s got you all worked up?”

You tilted your head back against the stall door as you ground down on him. Eyes fluttering at the much needed friction.

“Three. Fucking. Months. Rusty…” You half spoke, half moaned. Which only made him chuckle harder. One large hand coming up to cup your cheek. It was sweet for a moment until his thumb caught your bottom lip, then forced its way into your mouth. Holding your mouth open as he gazed down at you.

“You missed me, sugar?” He rumbled. Smirking when you nodded around his thumb. Two fingers replaced it and he ordered. “Suck.” And you more than happily obliged. Any other guy and the salty sweat taste would put you off. But Rusty definitely wasn’t any other guy. It was ambrosia to your lips. All too quickly the fingers and leg between yours disappeared and he backed off you. “Panties.”

You shimmied them off and handed them over. Hoping you would get some kind of praise for your initiative. Of course not. When Rusty gestured for you to turn you did obediently. Placing two hands on the door and leaning over for him. Clenching in anticipation. He hiked up your dress and groaned softly.

“Oh baby… you’re this wet already? I’ve barely touched you…” He dragged his fingers up your core and you whined pathetically. Letting your head hang as two fingers slipped inside and his thumb found your clit. Even after all this time he knew your body so well. Those perfect long fingers grazing the most wonderful spots inside you. You did try to keep your moans quiet but it was so hard when he was just so damn good. Your thighs trembled. You had been so pent up the last few months that your orgasm was rushing closer much faster than usual. It even surprised Rusty. A short scoff escaping him as you gasped and clenched down hard. Barely able to keep yourself upright. “Damn girl! You did miss me…” You clenched around nothing as his finger pulled out. Patting your ass and ordering you to turn. Waiting until he knew you were watching before sucking the slick off his fingers. You whimpered weakly. The sight alone almost enough to get you going all over again. In one easy sweep he picked you up, pressing you against the door again and capturing you in a deep kiss. He tasted of cigarettes and coffee. And of course, you. He kept you hoisted with your legs around his waist. From this position you could barely even struggle to escape. You knew he loved it when he had you trapped.

You were reluctant to pull away from the kiss but you knew where it was headed. “Rusty… I don’t know if I can go again… let me just like… suck you off instead.”

He barked out a short laugh and leaned back to look at you. Already a flushed mess just from his fingers.

“No way, doll. I missed this pussy.” Through his jeans you could feel him pressing against you. You whimpered as the rough fabric rubbed against your bare centre. Eyes fluttering back at the feeling. There was no backing out once he had made up his mind. Besides, fucking you was only half the fun. Sending you back to work, legs shaky and hair a mess was more than enough motivation for him to follow through.

His jeans were undone and shoved halfway down his thighs in no time and he gave you no warning before slamming balls deep inside you in one quick thrust. Your breath left your body and you arched your back. Pressing your chest against him. His fingers hadn’t been enough to prepare you. His cock stretching you in the best way. The minor discomfort far outweighed by the relief of finally being filled again by your favourite trucker. He groaned low. Head bent low so you couldn’t see his face. His breath tickling your neck. You knew he wouldn’t give you any time to adjust, but it still surprised you when he pulled back and thrust inside again. Drawing a long, high pitched keen from the back of your throat.

The stall door rattled as his pace picked up. You were so sensitive still that the fast rhythm was making you lose your mind. When his thumb found your clit again you lost it. Fluttering around him as your second orgasm washed over you. A choked sob left your lips as the pleasure rush quickly turned to overstimulation. His thumb was still working over your aching clit as he pounded into you. You tried to push his hand away, but he wouldn’t budge. Your thighs squeezed around his hips as you whined.

“Too much! Rusty please!” You could feel tears welling in your eyes. Clit throbbing and pussy aching as he continued on with no care. Chasing his own pleasure and taking joy in torturing you with yours. You felt his lips press against your neck before that deep voice whispered right in your ear.

“You start taking those pills like I asked you to?”

You had to slog through the fog of arousal in your brain to figure out what he was really asking. When you realised your eyes widened. You had forgotten. It had been so long since you had last met with him that his instruction had completely left your mind. He tutted softly. Reading your expression for your answer before you even spoke. One particularly rough thrust sent you reeling.

“It’s almost like you want me to knock you up…” He grinned as you shook your head weakly. The smallest of groans escaping him before he continued. “You walk around in that little uniform… just begging for me to come in here and pump you full of babies…” He laughed softly when that drew another moan from you.

He wasn’t touching your clit anymore. Entirely focused on his own finish now. Speaking through soft grunts as his thrusts turned sloppy. “Bet you let every damned trucker come in here and fuck you silly…” You shook your head quickly. Struggling to get the words out.

“No! Just… you, Rusty. Just you. Only you…”

“Damn right, sugar…” he practically growled in your ear. “Just me. You’re mine.” You felt one of his hands in your hair, tugging harshly as he stilled. Hips shuddering to a stop as he came deep inside you. For the millionth time he left you breathless. Eyes rolling back as you felt his cum fill you up. Oozing out around his cock and making a mess down your thighs. You whimpered at the feeling. Making a mental note to go out and buy birth control. Knowing it was pointless and you would forget as soon as he pulled out of you.

He pulled out of you and you let out a shaky breath as he let you back down onto your feet. Your knees buckled but you felt his hand on your shoulder, helping you stay steady. No, he was pushing you down. Making you kneel in front of him. He didn’t even have to instruct you to start before you were lazily dragging your tongue up his length. Cleaning both your orgasms off him. You fidgeted below him as you worked. Feeling his cum cooling as it dripped out of you. Making an embarrassing mess on the floor between your legs. If you stayed still and didn’t stand once you finished maybe he wouldn’t notice and make you clean that with your tongue too. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Lucky for you he seemed pretty out of it as well. Absentmindedly guiding your head down on him. Not seeking another finish, just enjoying the view. When he got bored he pushed you off and tucked himself back in his jeans. Giving you the barest grunt of approval before leaving you in the stall. Before he left the bathroom he called back to you.

“Get me that coffee then I’m off.”

Leaving you to clean yourself up. You grimaced as you stood and more cum oozed out. How was there so much? You groaned as you realised he hadn’t given you back your panties. So now you would spend the rest of the day hoping you didn’t have jizz dripping down your thighs while you served customers. He definitely did it on purpose.

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