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cupids-scream-queen · 2 months

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'*•.¸♡ Daughter of Mercy ♡¸.•*'

₊˚ପ⊹ Warnings:

Lots of angst, murder, detailed and graphic descriptions of violence including, but not limited to rape, murder, sex, mugging. Dub con/Non con.

₊˚ପ⊹ Summary:

Swift. Deadly. Profoundly disturbing by the press. A serial killer is making rounds in the areas surrounding Woodsboro, but never attacking the town. Described as one of the worst killers California has seen in years, the killer stops at nothing to accomplish their crimes. The people they take out, though, seem to have more criminal history than the killer themself...

She was the one behind it all, cleaning the world one death at a time. Until somebody starts committing atrocities in Woodsboro, the one place she hadn't touched. The papers began to credit her with crimes she'd never done, and she had to do something about it.

Taking it into her own hands, the killer decided she'd find those responsible for the Woodsboro crimes, and make them pay...with their life.

P R O L O G U E : D E A T H S E N T E N C E

✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ Stu & Billy x f!reader ┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　°

Cold nights and even colder blades. That was your life, and that was how you were intending on keeping it. The rush of adrenaline, the pain you caused onto those who caused pain, and the quick, quiet way you slipped into the houses to attack--it was all special. It was something you needed, much more than drugs, much more than water, much more than the world.

It was gruesome work, yet you admired the way you performed. Every day was different, every night was, too. There was no telling how a cleansing would go before it was performed, and that kind of variable was interesting enough to keep you going.

Your life was difficult, to say the least. Broken. You thought of yourself as an incomplete puzzle, and every cleansing you performed, you were adding yet another piece. Finishing yourself, slowly. You had no idea what you'd do when you completed the puzzle--or if you'd ever complete it.

You were a high school student--a junior. Seventeen years old, and you had nothing to show for it save for a few lockets and birthday cards from relatives you were pretty sure you hadn't seen since you were six. You had a job--a shitty job, but a job, and a hobby that you could argue was helping people. You helped pay the bills. You helped buy groceries. You helped take care of your younger siblings.

Yet, the only thing you'd actually impacted was through violence.

It made you feel empty, in a way. That wasn't to say that you weren't, but it made you realize that you'd never get famous for anything you could actually, legally, take credit for. You were forever to be the mysterious force weeding out the worst kinds of people from society, your presences always on the outskirts, your name mentioned in hushed whispers across worried parents and your title slathered onto the front page of newspapers. The Killer's Killer--that was your name. As lazy as it was, it was a title. Nobody gave titles to worthless killers.

You felt yourself breathe more deeply as you continued your walk home. California was a hotspot for serial killers--it was no surprise that there was another one in its midst, but the only thing the press couldn't figure out was why. It annoyed you, to a certain extent--could they not see the pieces of shit you were eliminating from society?

You were almost home--a shabby house that contained a much shabbier interior. Your mother had gotten the house from her mother's will--and as shitty as it was, it allowed for her children to go to a decent public school, which was why you were there.

You considered yourself lucky. You had the smallest room, but it was yours. Your two sisters shared the larger room, and your parents had the finished attic as theirs. It was a tight fit for a family of five, but you made it work. You had to.

You unlocked the front door with your key, slipping quietly inside. Your parents didn't really care about your nightly activities--not since you'd gotten your license. Besides, you were partly the reason why they still had a roof over their heads--they had nothing to hold over you without losing something much more valuable.

You had a small amount of blood on your pants, and you discarded them into your hamper with little thought. Your room was plain, save for a few walls of various weapons, and a giant poster with a picture of a cat with three eyes.

No knock at your door. A quiet house. You considered yourself lucky. You had everything you could've asked for. Life was better now that you were out of the shithole you were raised in. The scars of that could be worn on your mind, but you were safe with the knowledge it would never happen again.

If it happened again, it was certain to be a death sentence.

#slashers x reader #ghostface #slasher fucker #scream #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #stu matcher x reader #stu matcher x you

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cupids-scream-queen · 2 months

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. . . . . ╰──╮Daughter of Mercy ╭──╯ . . . . .

✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ Stu & Billy x f!reader ┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　°

"Who are you?"

"Mercy."

"Mercy doesn't kill, not like this. Not with screams, not with blood, not with suffering. No, you're not mercy--you're the daughter of mercy."

₊˚ପ⊹ Summary:

Taking it into her own hands, the killer decided she'd find those responsible for the Woodsboro crimes, and make them pay...with their life.

₊˚ପ⊹ Warnings:

Lots of angst, murder, detailed and graphic descriptions of violence including, but not limited to rape, murder, sex, mugging. Dub con/Non con.

.・。.・゜✭・C h a p t e r s・✫・゜・。.

prologue

part 1 ┊ ┊ part 2 ┊ ┊ part 3 ┊ ┊ part 4 ┊ ┊ part 5 ┊ ┊ part 6

taglist is open ┊ ┊ updates when im not mentally ill/trying to kill myself:)

#masterlist #slasher fucker #slashers x reader #ghostface #scream #ghostface x y/n #billy loomis x reader #ghostface x reader #stu matcher x reader #billy loomis #stu matcher x you

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cupids-scream-queen · 2 months

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My three girlfriends. And yes, they explode CEO's cars with hammers.

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cupids-scream-queen · 2 months

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Masterlist]ೃ⁀➷

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ S C R E A M ೃ⁀➷

・❥・A LITTLE MURDERESS . . . ♡ ・❥・HIS APHRODITE . . . ♡ ・❥・THE BALL GAG . . . ♡ ・❥・THE BUNNY AND THE WOLF. . . ♡ ・❥・HEADCANNONS . . . ♡

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ H O U S E O F W A X ೃ⁀➷

・❥・DOLLFACE, YOU'RE IN MY WAY . . . ♡ ・❥・THE WAX MUSE . . . ♡ ・❥・CEMETERY DRIVE . . . ♡ ・❥・DADDY'S GIRL . . . ♡

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ T H E B O Y ೃ⁀➷

・❥・TURKEY TIME WITH BRAHMS HEELSHIRE . . . ♡ ・❥・SILENT NIGHT . . . ♡ ・❥・A LITTLE BUNDLE OF JOY . . . ♡

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ M I S C E L L A N E O U S ೃ⁀➷

・❥・SURPRISE PRESENT . . . ♡ ┊┊. Heather's ・❥・A LITTLE PUNISHMENT . . . ♡ ┊┊. Child's Play ・❥・JUST CLOWNIN' AROUND . . . ♡ ┊┊. Terrifier ・❥・FUCKDOLL . . . ♡ ┊┊. TDK Joker

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cupids-scream-queen · 2 months

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Hey cuties! I haven't been updating and it's been a wild few months for me, and I wasn't doing too hot ngl.

I was diagnosed with OCD, and I've been going through an extremely rough patch with my mental health. I've been talking to people and trying to find healthy ways to cope, but it's still not the best.

I'll be re-doing and re-organising some parts of my blog, tagging better navigation, and generally making my blog something I'm proud of instead of the duct-taped together mess that it is currently. If you see random changes or the lack of a masterlist link working, that's probably why lol.

I'm going to take the month of February off, and then start posting again in March. Thank you all for being such kind people and thank you all for reading and supporting my work, it means so much to me 💕

Until next month! <3

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cupids-scream-queen · 3 months

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Some smut authors: Oh no, I don't want people to tell me if they jacked off to my work, that feels too personal.

Me: Hey yeah if you could tell me what part you busted the fattest nuts over that would do so much for me and encourage me creatively in a big way.

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cupids-scream-queen · 4 months

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-> Joker x f!reader

Part 2

Warnings: dubcon, breaking and entering, voyeurism, slight stalking, knives, blood, submissive reader, size kink, no protection (wrap it for the holidays!)

Summary: You were home from work, fucking yourself with your little vibrator. Joker always had his eye on you, and he couldn't stand watching you fuck yourself with a pathetic little bullet, now could he?

It was months since you'd last seen him, his marks on you still present as you went about your daily business, wearing more turtlenecks than you'd usually had. Your head was constantly busy, working out your equations as you went through the motions of your job, the Joker still living in the depths of your mind.

It wasn't fair, the amount of control he had over you. You hadn't fucked yourself in three months—true to your promise of never doing that to yourself again. He was proud, you were sure of it, though he hadn't made an appearance as of yet, you could feel eyes on you sometimes.

You were at work, your face staring at the screen ahead of you as you worked out the exact dynamics of your task. Your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the three-month-old one night stand, your marks of Joker on your body stinging as you remembered everything he did to you, your panties getting wet as you started arousing yourself. With just the faint memories of him rutting into you, you were wet enough to be fucked proper.

"Can you turn that in at the end of the day?" You looked as your coworker pointed at the spreadsheet on you computer. "The big boss needs it."

"Yeah, we should be good. I'm almost done with it," A pursed smile on your lips, you cursed yourself for thinking of what happened with Joker. Your coworker smiled and gave you a thumbs-up, leaving you in your cubicle, your panties soaked at the prospect of Joker.

Your shift ended in twenty minutes, your body aching to leave the seat that you'd been in for hours. Not quite sure of what you were going to do once you got home, you had half the mind to masturbate, even though part of you was afraid of angering Joker. What would he do if you defied him again?

You finally got to the end of your shift, and you practically ran from your desk, saying quick good-byes to everyone. Running in your heels, you made your way to the parking deck, where you started making your way to your car.

A van pulled up behind you.

Unsure of intentions, you quickened your pace until you saw the van park. You started a brisk walk again, hearing the doors of the van open and close.

You felt a hand press against your mouth, and another drape something over your eyes. You tried screaming, but the sound was muffled. You couldn't quite comprehend what was going on, the chaos of it all breaking your ability to think of what you could do to escape. What could you do?

They set the pace. It was a fast walk, and you felt your hands tied behind your back, rope digging into your flesh as you heard the doors of the van open and you were pushed into the vehicle, your butt being smacked by a hand and you nearly screamed again.

"Don't touch her," A voice said. It was eerily familiar, and it was one that you thought you'd never hear again. Your vision still dark, you heard a familiar chuckle as you were placed in the arms of someone warm.

You also heard a gunshot.

"Don't touch what's mine," The voice repeated. "Now, doll, no screamin', okay?" You nodded, and you had your vision restored, the familiar greasepaint of Gotham's most wanted staring at you, a smile on his red lips.

"W-What the fuck is going on?" You questioned, and Joker shrugged. You looked and saw the body of a man, presumably the one that touched your ass. Joker didn't take kindly to people who touch his belongings.

"Ain't it obvious, doll? It's an, ah, kidnapping. I ain't been able to see you for three months, figured I'd just take you to see you." It was an answer, a crazy one, but you were a little preoccupied to think of what was going on between your legs, your pussy wet at the sight of him. "Alright, Jack, let's hit the road!"

At his command, the driver pushed the gas peddle of the van, pulling out of the parking garage. You were halfway laying down, your upper body pressed up against the Joker's. His breathing was calm, and slowly you found your heavy breathing slow down to match his. He smelled good—a mix of mint and some other scent you couldn't quite place.

"When we get close to my ah,hideout, the blindfold goes back on doll," Joker whispered to you, his voice causing a soft blush to creep up your cheeks. He held you, his arms wrapped around your body as he continued to hum as the driver kept on the road, surprisingly following traffic laws.

You nodded, nuzzling your head into him, desperate for any kind of comfort. The only familiar thing was Joker, and you attached yourself to him, desperate for the feeling. He was watching you, curious to your reaction, but was going to ask about it later.

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Silence.

You were in a dark room, your eyes not used to the light. The bed was soft; it was covered in fluffy blankets. You assuming you were alone, you couldn't here any breathing or any indication of another person.

Unbeknownst to you, he was watching. Silently, through a double-sided mirror, watching you react to everything. Your curious gaze wondering around, your squints as you tried to make out the shapes of the world around you. The stumbling of your hands as you finally flicked on a small lamp that was on a bedside table.

You looked so, so pretty there. Confused, tears dried on your face. Joker couldn't help but feel aroused at such a beautiful sight, now could he?

He watched as you got out of the bed, searching your room for any way of escape. He noticed you didn't try the door, seemingly already aware that it was tightly secured. He did not want his precious doll to leave the birdhouse.

"Mr. J?" Your voice was soft and sweet, honey to the ears of the criminal. You pattered around the room like a cat, calling for the man responsible for this. "Mr. J? Can we talk for a bit, please?"

No pleading to escape, no swearing or cursing his very existence. Such a strange little pet for him, and he was going to keep you all to himself. He watched as you called out for him a bit longer, until he decided to finally give you what you wanted—him. Because who wouldn't want him?

He made his way to the door, listening for a few seconds for the sounds of your muffled singing. A strange and unusual way to cope with this sort of situation, but he wasn't one to judge the unusual. After all, that was his sort of thing.

"Doll? I'm, ah, here," Joker came in, his eyes immediately scanning your body, which was barely covered. A white, form-fitting tank top, tight black leggings, and mismatched socks. Eyes softly glassed over, heart firmly on the tip of your tongue. How beautiful, yet strangely indulgent for him.

"Hello," You whispered, dancing a ballerina suite in front of him. Your body contorted luxuriously in his vision, and he thought of something rather inappropriate for you to do with him while you moved like that. "You brought me here."

"Correct," He said with a sly grin. Closing the door, he eyed you as your glassy eyes scanned his body. "Like what you, ah, see?"

"Yes," You nodded your head along, stopping your dance and staring at the man in front of you head-on. It was the kind of gaze that held some semblance of power, even though Joker knew he'd taken all of that away from you hours ago.

The truth was, you weren't scared of Joker. You knew why he took you, and you knew that you weren't in danger. He'd gone this length in order to get you, he wouldn't break a toy like you. At least, not yet.

"Lay on the bed for me, doll," he said, his eyes already on your entire being. You didnt feel self-conceous, your mind focused on something far more carnial than what you looked like. Perhaps that was for the best, perhaps that's what would keep you alive.

Doing as you were told, you made your way to the bed, laying on your back and your eyes glancing at the man in front of you curiously. Though you already knew what was going to happen, you were still slightly shocked that it only took him this long to do it. He was into this far more than you ever gave him credit for.

"I don't want to hear you talk at all during this, okay? Only speak when I tell you to, doll," His voice was husky and dark, and you watched as he walked towards you, the bed dipping under his weight. So delicious was his scent that you licked your lips, a sight that drove him crazy.

He started by kissing you, roughly. Hands cupping your face, than trailing down, down, down to your neck. He squeezed it softly, reminding you that you were in no position of power here. He was the only one in control, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

You gasped when he squeezed your neck harder, your breathing stopping before he let go and allowed you to gulp down air. Giggling at your reaction, he let go of the kiss, trailing his lips down to your neck and licking his signature that he left there oh so many months ago. Your face was hot and sweaty, your cheeks covered in a pink blush that was, to him, the most beautiful shade.

"Such a good girl for me, ain't cha?" He cooed, his breath hot on your skin. He touched your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt, then took it off of you quickly, not wasting a single time to touch your bare tits. "there's the beauties. Ain't you proud, doll? All mine, some women would kill for this."

You nodded, keeping your promise of no talking. He was impressed with your dedication, and decided by the end of his time with you, he'd make you break your promise. He needed to break you. You were his, and only his.

He then moved to press a soft kiss to your breast, and then bit down sharply on it. You sucked in a scream, hoping you'd make it through without any embarrassing noises. He licked the flesh, his tongue working to ease the pain of his bites. Both his bark and his bite were lethal.

He moved his hands down to your panties, which were quickly slipped off. He wasn't going to need them, and you certainly weren't, either. He moved to cup your warmth with his hand, slipping a finger in between your folds and gathering the slick up.

"Divine," He sucked it off of his finger, and then pressed it up against your lips. You took it in between your teeth, running your tongue along the underside of it. "Such a fucking tease, I was going to go easy on you, but sluts like you deserve to be used, wouldn't you agree?"

You nodded, and Joker grinned a wicked smile. He then pointed at his trousers, where you saw the now familiar imprint of his dick. "You know what to do, slut."

Indeed, you did. Taking his belt off with your hands, you took his pants and boxers down, exposing his large dick. Swallowing at the size, you licked a hesitent strip up the shaft, and Joker let out a groan that let you know you were doing it right.

Smiling to yourself, you took more of him in your mouth, working his dick slowly and diligently. But not for long--he put his hands on your hair, and shoved you farther down his dick.

The sudden movement was a lot, and you nearly gagged on the sudden intrusion in your throat. He grinned to himself, watching you take him in such a dirty way. You were truly his, and he was going to mold you into exactly what he needed. It helped you were already such a whore, too.

"Take more of me, you're so fucking useless," He shoved your head farther down, making you spit around the corners of your mouth. You took him in, his pubic hair against your nose as you continued to let him use your body. You were his, now and forever.

You could hear Joker groan, his eyes rolling back in his skull as he throatfucked you, the feeling extravigent on him. You weren't going anywhere, not for a very, very long time.

Nodding your head, you began to work a rhythm around him, and you soon found yourself enjoying the feeling of your mouth full, your breath contstricting around every single one of his movements. Joker thought you looked so, so beauutiful with him in your mouth, he was inclined to bring a camera next time so he couuld always have the memory of you in the forefront of his mind.

"Enough. Up, doll," He suddenly said, yanking your head off of him. You let go with a loud pop, before Joker shoved you into the bed, your back slamming into the mattress. "I need to feel how fucking tight your pussy is, doll. Are you wet for me?"

You nodded, still not speaking. Joker grinned darkly, his contorted face even more chilling with the greasepaint haphazardly smeared across it.

He moved your hands above your head, warning you. "Don't move them unless you want them removed, got it?"

Another nod.

Satisfied, Joker then moved his dick to tease your clit, his head rubbing over the sensitive bud. He got rougher, you squeaking and sqealing was such a pornographic sight that he pushed himself into you without any warning, stretching your pussy in the most delightful way. He stayed still, not bothering to thrust for what seemed like hours, before snapping his hips and going all the way inside of you, filling you up.

The buldge of his dick was visible from inside of you, and he smirked as he placed his hand over it, feeling himself inside of you. He then began to set a quick, sharp tempo, making you gasp and moan in pleasure. He was groaning himself, and occassionally you could hear what had to have been a tiny semblence of a moan slip out of his lips, dark and husky. Just like him.

"Take more, you can do better," He thrust harder, your body moving like a doll's against his strong arms. Sturdy, impatient, and brisk. He pounded into you harder and harder, playing with your clit with one of his hands, the other wrapped around your throat. Squeezing, circling, and taking everything you had to give him. The most dangerous man in Gotham was going to take whatever it was he wanted.

You felt the bubbling of an orgasm approaching, and you squeezed around him. He only fucked you harder in response, his dick burying itself farther into your cunt as you started to roll your head back, your back arching as you got closer and closer to pure pleasure.

"Do it, doll, cum for Joker. You're my slut, after all," His words were all you needed, and you came on his dick, clenching around him so tightly that you felt the warm seed of the man inside of you. Hot, sticky, and dripping out of you by the time he fully unloaded inside of you.

"Ain't that a pretty sight?" You looked at him with your glassy eyes, and he smirked as he put himself back together, leaving you in the room alone once again with nothing but your thoughts to occupy yourself.

What was your life turning into?

Tags: @goodgirlgothboi

#joker x y/n #ledger joker #joker x reader #dc joker #the joker

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cupids-scream-queen · 4 months

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ANNOUNCEMENT:

I now have an AO3 account! I'm slowly migrating my works on there, but I think I'll post longer formatted content on there as well, including my 'Little Murderess' series.

The username is as close to my Tumblr one I could get as possible:

@cupids_scream_queen

Thank you all for the support! :-)

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cupids-scream-queen · 5 months

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-> Joker x f!reader

Prompt: size kink

Warnings: dubcon, breaking and entering, voyeurism, slight stalking, knives, blood, submissive reader, size kink, no protection (wrap it for the holidays!)

You were horny.

After the holiday rush, after the many, many rude customers, you found yourself alone, exhausted, and in need of some good fucking.

Unfortunately, you also weren't the type of girl to fuck a random guy, so you were stuck at home, in your bed, with your pretty pink vibrator. It was a soft baby pink, and although it was quiet, it was one of the best ones you'd ever owned. You had it on its lowest setting, teasing you clit as you made yourself wetter. You moaned slightly as you increased it, your clit wonderfully in pleasure as you arched your back, slightly.

Unbeknownst to you, Joker was watching you out your window. He was hard in his trousers, his tongue poking out of his mouth to lick his lips as he watched as you pathetically curled around the plastic toy. It should be him, really--you were his, even if you didn't know it. He'd been watching you for a long time.

You didn't know it, of course. You were polite to a man that needed help on the street, unknowing that the man was a criminal that was one of Gotham's most wanted. Ever since, he'd been obsessed with you, needing to get closer to you at every cost. He knew everything about you, and you were none the wiser.

But watching you pleasure yourself, your pussy clenching around what should be him, made him so impossibly angry that he couldn't help it when he broke into your apartment, your moans all throughout the apartment like music to his ears.

"You ah, havin' fun there?" He asked, his arm resting against the doorframe. You looked over, your eyes wide with shock and terror as you took in the stranger in front of you. No, he wasn't a stranger--it was the Joker, clear as day, in front of you.

"Wh-What do you want?" You tried to cover yourself up, but it was no use. The damage had been done. You weren't sure how long he was there for, how much he had seen. He shamelessly stared at your body, scanning you as if he owned you.

"Well, let's see, I'd like you to stop fucking yourself with that pathetic thing," He pointed at the toy in your hand, and you looked at him like he was crazy. Well, maybe he was, but that wasn't the point.

"A-And what's it to you that I use this?" You snapped, your face red with embarrassment as he started to walk his way closer towards you. You had nothing on to protect yourself from him, and you knew he was capable of things you weren't able to fathom.

"It makes me, let's say, incredibly angry," He walked closer, his hands pressing against the mattress. You inched your feet closer to the rest of your body as you peered into his dark eyes. You couldn't find any emotion behind them, and it scared you to no end. "You should, ah, have something else inside of you, if you catch my drift."

You looked him up and down, your eyes finally settling on the bulge that was barely hidden by his purple trousers. It was bigger than anything you'd seen before, and your pussy got wetter thinking about it. You scolded yourself, trying to remind yourself that you were in a situation that was life-or-death, and that getting aroused by the Joker of all people wasn't going to help you.

"What?" You asked, innocently, as if you hadn't just heard what came out of his mouth. You weren't sure if that was the right move, his eyes glazing over and his mouth slightly ajar as he crawled farther until he was on top you, pressing you into the mattress.

"I want to fuck you," He stated, touching your face with a glove-clad hand. "And I want to make you mine."

Your mind was racing, and you could barely comprehend anything that he said. Make him yours?

"Y-You mean...?"

"Yes, yes, I want you to be my fuckdoll for tonight," Joker laughed darkly, his hands roaming your body as he pleased. You were frozen in fear, your mind telling you not to move, that if you didn't do anything he'd get bored and leave.

"W-Why?"

"I've ah, had my sights on you for a while, doll," He shifted closer to you, and you could practically smell his breath...which smelled like mint. "And let's just say that, ah, you ain't talkin' your way out of this. I want you to lay on your back and take what's gonna come to ya."

You did as you were told, laying so that your body was flush against the mattress, your naked body on full display. Joker seemed to enjoy your obedience towards him, as he pet your head mockingly with his gloved hand.

"I don't want you to talk," Joker flicked a knife out of his pocket. "Or else, ah, I might use this against ya to shut you up." As if to prove a point, he slashed at your shoulder, lightly grazing the skin with the blade. It immediately started to bleed, and your eyes pricked with pain. Your pussy was wet with arousal.

He put the knife next to your neck, and you were still as a statue, wondering what he'd do. He simply made a slight scratch, carving something into your neck. It hurt, but you didn't flinch. Afraid of what he'd do in light of defiance, you decided to do whatever he told you in order to get out of this alive. You weren't sure how patient the Joker was, and something told you that you really didn't want to find out tonight.

He then put the knife on the pillow beside you, and pressed his lips up against the wound on your neck, kissing it. His tongue lapped at the blood, and you moaned somewhere deep inside of you. You could feel his lips curl against your skin by the action, and you couldn't tell if he was upset.

He then took the toy out of your hand, turning it on to it's highest setting.

"Ya like getting fucked by this piece of shit?" He asked, shoving it into your pussy. It hurt, your pussy barely stretched out or prepped for this, and you nearly cried out in pain, your eyes beginning to drip tears onto your cheeks. Joker licked the tears up, giggling to himself as he continued to ram the toy into you, watching as you struggled to contain yourself. "You're gonna get somethin' way different tonight."

He took the toy out of you, and practically threw it against the wall, breaking it. You looked at him, your eyes wide and full of tears, only fueling him. He grabbed you by your hair, forcing you into a kiss. It was rough, teeth and tongue and teeth meeting each other. You kissed him back, your hands finding his hair and pulling him closer, moaning in his mouth. You weren't sure what was coming over you, but you suddenly needed him. You had to have him.

"Ah, ah, ah, calm yourself there, I'm in charge," He slapped you across your face. You marveled at how big his hand was compared to your face, and once you started to focus, you realized just how big he was compared to you. His hands were nearly twice the size of your own, and you realized that he had to be anywhere from one to two feet taller than you--your puny little frame nothing compared to his.

You looked at him, almost helplessly as he began to work his way around your body, poking, prodding, and slicing bits with his knife. It shouldn't have made you more horny, it shouldn't have made you more into what was happening to you...but yet, it was. You were enjoying this, and you were finding yourself anxiously awaiting what would happen next.

He started to suck at your skin, his mouth nearly fitting around half of your neck as he left a hickey and a bite mark, signifying that you were his. His little fuckdoll. His hands began groping your breasts, and you gasped as you realized his hands were just as big as your tits, if not slightly bigger. He was on top of you, his broad shoulders double yours.

"You're so fucking small and helpless," He growled into your ear, licking the tender flesh. The warmth of his breath against your ear drove you crazy, and you moaned a bit, as if asking for him to fuck you senseless. "You'll get what you deserve later. Right now, it's my turn to fuck you up."

He started by biting down your body, making sure to mark both of your collarbones with his teeth. He licked at every cut he made on your body, the sharp, metallic taste melting on his tongue. He groaned as he tasted your blood; the taste of your skin like cocaine to him.

"God, you're so perfect for me," He licked your nipple, and the bit it, eliciting a loud cry and moan from you. He grinned. Bits of his face paint were on your body, white and red stains everywhere from the grease paint. He thought of you like an art piece, his canvas, his.

He began to move his fingers down to your folds, gathering slick between his fingers. Curiously, he pulled them into his mouth, tasting all of you. He licked his lips as if finishing a good meal, and he laughed as he shoved them into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. He then took his fingers away, and took his pants off, revealing his purple-and-black stripped boxers.

He slipped them off with ease, revealing his full length. His cock was far bigger than you grasped beforehand, and your mouth watered as you imagined it inside of you, creating a bulge inside of you. Your thoughts were halted as he shoved his fingers inside of you, three at once. His fingers were thick, and you cried out in pain, which earned you a slap across the face again.

"Ah, ah, pet," He wagged his tongue at you. "No crying." You moaned, and he nodded. "That's what I like to hear."

He began to fuck you with his fingers, spreading your pussy open for him. He was quick with the work; as soon as he figured you could take it, he took his fingers out of you, and shoved them in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself again.

He lined himself up with your entrance, his large hands on either side of your hips as he pushed the head of his cock in your pussy, stretching you farther than his fingers. Your eyes filled with tears, a few rolling down your cheeks and falling onto the bites on your collarbone.

He pushed in farther, half of his cock in you and he placed a hand on your abdomen, feeling himself fill you up. You were so much smaller than he was, and he was crazy about it. He then suddenly pushed all the way in; your abdomen had a visible bulge.

"Look at how little ya are, pet," He growled, slapping the bulge. You gasped, moaning as you felt his hand collide with your skin. He grinned, his cock stretching and filling you more than you could even dream of. He was so much bigger than you. He was dangerous, he could break you with one wrong move. You were a porcelain fucktoy, and both of you knew it.

"I'm gonna fuck you like an animal," The Joker practically growled, thrusting into you. Your eyes glossy with tears, your stomach bulging from his cock being so endlessly big made him go mad with desire.

"Y-Yes, p-please," You gasp out, shuttering as Joker thrust into you roughly.

"Don't. Talk. Shut your mouth before I fuck it," He threatened, grabbing the knife he previously discarded and held it threateningly against the skin of your breast. It was not more than a mere threat; the blade slashing through your skin lightly, drawing enough blood to start dripping down, coating you in a dark mixture. "Ain't that a pretty sight?"

You nodded, arching to meet his thrusts, as he penetrated into every inch of your being. You only needed him—you sold your soul to the devil, and now he was getting his end of the contract. He smirked accordingly, his thrusts beginning to get longer and more drawn out, filling you completely and then leaving you empty within the same breath.

"Ah, you're so good against me, do you feel that?" He pressed your hand against your stomach, and your eyes widened. You could feel every time his cock entered your body, truly stretching and filling you to your limits. "That's all me, doll."

You whimpered in response, and he elicited a moan from you when he bucked his hips to thrust deeper into you, if that was even possible. Though you were lost in the pleasure, Joker was meticulously marking you up as his, carving his initials into you wherever he pleased--including on your neck, where everyone could see who, exactly, you belonged to. The Joker's girl.

"Fuck, yer so tight," He grunted, your pussy clenching around his dick, begging to not have him leave. You moaned around him, your body behaving in ways you never thought possible. Joker took your body in with every bit of hunger--his eyes like a predator's as he took in how vulnerable and slutty you were for him. Just for him.

"I'm close now, and you're gonna be filled with my cum," Joker forced you to look at him, a hand on your face roughly. "I want you to remember this moment, pet. As of now, you belong to nobody, except for me." You nodded your head, your brain too fucked to even care about what you'd agreed to. You needed the release, your orgasm quickly appearing as Joker continued to thrust into you. He sensed this, your pussy clenching on him harder in anticipation, and he snuck his hand away from your face to circle your clit harshly, drawing even deeper moans from you.

He pushed on your clit, the sudden pain mixed with pleasure doing it and you came on his cock, your pussy clenching around him even harder as you rode out your orgasm, his hand never leaving your clit nor his thrusts slowing down. No, he was going to fuck you until he came.

He continued to thrust, his warning mere seconds ago of being close a forgotten promise as he continued to thrust farther into your body, fucking you as much as he could before he felt himself reach his limit. He came with a string of curse words, his body rumbling on top of you as he filled you, completely, with his hot, sticky cum. You felt even more full, his dick filling you to an even fuller extent. You felt your abdomen expand again, struggling to fit all of his seed inside of you.

"What a pretty little fuckdoll you are," He mused, groaning as he slid out of you. He pushed the leaking cum back inside of you. "Don't waste a single drop of that stuff, it's potent." He warned, and when he was done pushing it back inside of you, he had you lick his fingers clean. You tasted his cum, a salty, strangely sweet mixture that sat heavy on your tongue.

"W-What now?" You asked, your voice quiet. You weren't sure if you were allowed to speak yet--but you were well spent and Joker was clearly in a better mood than when he found you.

"Now, doll, you stay there and I leave," He got off of you, leaving you whimpering as you missed the heat from him. He got back into his clothing, and grabbed grease paint out of his jacket. "Ya got a bathroom?"

"Right there," You pointed to a doorway, and he went inside. Coming out, he had a fresh layer of grease paint on, and nobody could tell what had transpired between the two of you. At least, just by looking at him.

He laughed at you one last time, taking a polaroid of you for later. He blew you a kiss before storming out of your apartment, leaving you naked, cold, and alone in your bedroom.

Shaking, you gathered yourself up after a few minutes, and made your way to your bathroom. You could feel the seed spilling out of you, drenching your thigh. You saw yourself in the mirror, Joker's initial on your neck, his name carved out along the lower side of your stomach. Marking him as yours, bonding you with him for the foreseeable future.

Part of you wished he'd never come back. That part of you was the sane one, the part of you that was logically and rightfully afraid of him. And, yet, a darker part of you wished he'd do that again soon, because god, he was the best fuck of your life.

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House of wax request

Vincent Sinclair x fem reader

What if reader and vin have a kid together and she’s def a daddy’s girl and loves Vincent’s face they just a chill day them playing outside daughter hugging vin just super cute and fluffy

-> Vincent Sinclair x f!reader

-> Warnings: none! just fluff.

-> Summary: It's been years since you first moved to Ambrose. You adjusted to life pretty easily, and now that you had your first daughter with Vincent, life was pretty much perfect.

A/N: Thanks for this request! It was a really nice break in between Smutmas, and it's honestly probably one of the cutest things I've written recently!! It's kind of short, so feel free to send another ask if you'd like a longer version or HC's :)

Vincent hadn't spoken a word in all the years you knew him, yet the way he played with your daughter let you know that he loved her with every fiber of his being.

Vincenza--everyone called her Vinny--was a beautiful, ebony-haired child, just like her father. She had vivid blue eyes, a knack for getting into all sorts of trouble, and just enough awareness to gaslight her Uncle Bo into believing she was the most perfect girl to exist.

Vinny was in the garden, her little six-year-old hands on her father's face, his mask discarded to reveal his real face. You hadn't even seen it when he first got you pregnant--he took it off only in the presence of his daughter, once she was born. You weren't entirely sure why, perhaps it had something to do with the fact he wanted his daughter to see her father's face, but it was a sediment that you knew proved that he would never, ever, harm her.

Vinny was into flowers, her gardening skills allowing for a large variety of vegetables now grown fresh, including tomatoes, green beans, peppers, and a variety of squash that you really didn't want to ask Lester how he got his hands on. You also never asked Lester why he always seemed to have really, really good fertilizer, or where he got the squirrel he gave Vinny when she was born.

"Vin? Vinny?" You made your way to the two of them, your skin sunkissed in the Ambrose summer.

"Yes Mommy?" Your daughter held sunflowers in her hand, she was tucking them in braids she made in Vincent's long hair. "Look, daddy's pretty!" She giggled, and Vincent smiled, genuinely. You'd never seen him happier than when he was with Vinny.

"How's the flowers?" Vincenza pointed to the other end of the field, where a huge patch of yellow, red, and orange flowers lay.

"They grew! Mommy, I think Uncle Lester has magic dirt," She said the last part quietly, as if a secret between the three of you. Vincent had a playful glint in his eye when Vinny began to theorize why her plants grew better when Uncle Lester brought her bags of dirt.

"Maybe, or perhaps you're just very good at taking care of your plants," You sat on the grass, next to your husband. Vincent looked at you and smiled, the corners of his mouth playful as he pointed to his daughter. "She's adorable--just like you."

He blushed, his good half of his face a cherry color. You kissed his cheek, and your daughter followed suit, kissing the scarred side. Vincent smiled, and Vinny climbed into her father's lap, enveloped in him.

It was perfect, really. A happy family, a beautiful daughter, and a wonderful husband. Vincenza was your pride and joy, and Vincent was mutual in the feeling. The two of you were there to stay, your daughter growing up in a household of love and affection, her gardening habit growing to one day surpass the majority of flower beds at the house.

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-> Brahms Heelshire x f!reader

-> Prompt: breeding

Warnings: breeding, unprotected sex (wrap it for the holiday season), blindfold, rough-ish sex, slapping, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, daddy kink, idk it's smut guys.

Summary: Planning for Christmas at the Heelshire's required a lot of patience, decorations, and money. When you asked Brahms what he wanted for Christmas, the answer he gave wasn't one you were expecting.

Christmas was coming, and there was many things to do. You decided to decorate the manor, after all, you weren't sure how much holiday cheer Brahms was used to getting.

The Christmas decorations were beautiful, the house big enough for you to get one of those ridiculously huge trees you couldn't get back at home. Decorated with beautiful, twinkling bulbs and strands of incandescent lights, it was truly a sight to behold.

"Brahms? What would you like for Christmas?" You were sitting on the couch, knitting a new cardigan to replace his old one. He was resting on your lap, the yarn occasionally touching the porcelain mask.

"I don't know," He replied, his eyes staring up at you. "What could I have?"

"Oh, like clothing, candy, toys…" You trailed off, hoping he'd take the hint and pick something usual.

"A baby," He looked at you, his gaze unwavering as you looked at him, trying to process what he just said. A baby?

"Like, a human baby? Or a puppy…?"

"Human. Yours," He touched your stomach, confirming that that was where he wanted the baby to come from. You.

"Brahms, I can't just pop out a baby…there's certain--activities--you've got to do beforehand," He shrugged, unbothered.

"I know. We'll do them." It wasn't a question, and you weren't sure how to handle the situation. Why did this man want a child?

"Are you sure that's what you want?" You asked, and he nodded, very sure of himself.

"Let's get started," He sprung out of your lap, taking you knitting out of your hands as he roughly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, something that was becoming increasingly common in your relationship.

"Brahms, shouldn't we--"

"You said I could have anything," He threw you onto your mattress, already climbing over you to grab the black silk blindfold you kept on your nightstand for times like these. "And this is what I want."

He slipped the blindfold over you, pressing a finger to your lips, silencing whatever sentence you were trying to say. He wasn't in the mood for games, or your protests, he simply wanted to have a baby. And, to him, you were the perfect person to provide that. Your pussy was already wet, and he smirked as he slipped a large hand down, touching it, providing you with friction you so desperately craved.

"Brahms--"

"Shh," He roughly handled your pussy, his fingers rubbing up against your clit as you struggled to take your pants off. He wasn't going to let you, not this easily.

He started to take your shirt off, delicately making sure not the remove the blindfold. He delicately removed your pants, your body naked save for your undergarments. Your bra was red, your soaked panties green--it was like you were taunting him with the idea of what he wanted.

He slipped his mask off, you could tell by the noise it made as he set it down on the table. His rough hands started to trail along your body, occasionally a wet kiss would show up somewhere.

"You're taunting," He kissed you on the lips, his facial hair tickling your nose as he deepened the kiss. His hands went to unclasping your bra, throwing it over his shoulder and immediately grasping your tits with his hands. Rubbing his fingers over the nipple, he got the sensitive bud to perk up, and he started to kiss his way down to your breast.

You moaned as he licked your nipple, his left hand going to grope your other breast and his right hand circling your clit. You moaned as he slipped one finger in, and then another, as he started to scissor your pussy as he continued to lick and suck on your tits. Leaving bite marks, sucking hickies into your skin, everything he could do to mark you as his, he did.

He gave your nipple one last suck before he licked from your breast down to your pussy, enjoying you squirming underneath him. His fingers were moving faster, making you gasp and moan his name, your fingers running through his hair.

"Ready?"

"Y-Yes," You gasped out, your body aching for more than just his touch. You needed him, all of him, and you were going to get it, and you knew he'd give it to you. He needed you just as much--he needed to be inside of you.

He laughed, darkly, pulling his fingers out of you. Gathering the slick from in between your folds, he slathered it on his cock, and licked the excess off his fingers. He then shoved his fingers in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself as he lined himself up with your cunt and pushed in, stretching you.

"Ah-Brahms," You moaned around his fingers, his cock warm and filling you up in the most wonderful way. He pet your face, his hands warm and rough and fulfilling.

He smiled to himself, his dick all the way in your soft, warm pussy. He started slowly, thrusting carefully, his dick sliding in and out tantalizingly, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot. The soft, spongy walls of your pussy clenching around his cock.

"Feel s-so good," You moaned, your cunt coated in precum, your slick all over the sheets. Brahms only grunted in response, strening himself to not break you. "N-Need m-more..."

That was what Brahms needed, and he suddenly dug his hands into your hips, leaving marks in the shape of his fingerprints. He thrusted into you roughly, his dick reaching even farther into your pussy. You arched your back, Brahms shifting his hands so that they cupped your back, forcing your legs to go on either side of his shoulders. He was balls deep, his groans every time he thrust in you were heavenly.

"You're mine," Brahms grunted, and you moaned his name, confirming that you were his. He pulled out of you almost completely, before slamming his dick farther into your pussy, resulting in you to scream out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Mine. Mine. Mine."

"Yes, Brahms, I'm y-yours," You whimpered, and Brahms slapped your tits harshly, before slamming into you again. He was rough, his thrusts no longer calculated, he was chasing his high and you knew it.

"I want you to have my babies, I need you to fucking be mine," Brahms was leaving marks all over your body--handprints, fingerprints, bruises, bite marks--all of it, marking you with a cacophony of colors, various shapes and sizes. You were his, you were to be marked as his, and you were to bare his children.

"I-I will," You gasped, and Brahms slapped your face again, marking you with a red handprint. You didn't care, his roughness was only making him come closer and closer to orgasm.

"I want to see you pregnant," Brahms groaned, pushing himself farther into you, your pussy clenching around his thick length. "I need you to have my baby."

"G-God, yes, Brahms," You called out, your hands gripping him, leaving tiny crescents of your fingernails. The pain only made him more aroused, his dick moving faster, his thrusts more sloppy as he felt himself getting closer. Your pussy clenched around him, as if to tease him.

"Call me Daddy," Brahms instructed, plowing himself farther into you, his cock creating a bulge that neither of you noticed.

"Y-Yes, Daddy," You moaned, your back arching again as you came, your pussy clenching around him, you fingers digging farther into his flesh, drawing blood. Your mouth made more obscene noises, your breathing heavier. Brahms let out one more groan, cumming in you with ferocity. He shot heavy, thick loads into you. It was warm, running out of your pussy as he filled you with his hot cum.

"You'll get pregnant, right?" Brahms moaned, shooting one last load into you.

"Yes, Daddy," You replied, your fingers letting go of his skin. Tiny dots of blood dotted his shoulders, his back a mess of scratches. Your body was equally damaged, his handprints all over you, his bite marks covering your torso. "I will."

"Good." He breathed out, collapsing on you. "I'd like that."

"I would, too," You mused, his dick still inside of you. He let out a few heavy breaths before you realized he fell asleep, his cum still inside of you.

You listened to his soft snores, and felt yourself drifting off. Perhaps, yes, you'd like to raise children with him. He was a gentle man when he wanted to be.

"Merry Christmas, Brahms."

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︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ About Me ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

・❥・ Call Me Gale

・❥・ I'm 18, I love horror movies, books, and anything creepy, really.

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𓆩♡𓆪 og!Michael Myers

𓆩♡𓆪 Ghostface (any, but primarily Billy & Stu)

𓆩♡𓆪 Brahms Heelshire, Tiffany Valentine, Jennifer Check

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Tiffany Valentine x f!reader

Prompt: Spanking.

Summary: You, after a long day of work, interrupt your girlfriend's bathtime. Unfortunately for you, she was having None Of It, and the ensuing punishment can be described as...surprisingly erotic.

Warnings: Spanking, Mistress, sub!reader, dom!Tiffany.

A/N: The beginning is a touch longer than usual, but I promise it's worth it for the smut.

Tiffany Valentine was a lot of things. To many, she was terrifyingly sexy, something that shouldn't be talked about or touched. To others, she was a deadly and sadistic woman, who took pleasure in murder. To you, she was home.

Your job was difficult, and it stressed you out. She knew this, and always seemed to have a way to make you forget about everything you didn't like to think about, and tonight you were certain it would be no different.

You drove home, your mind wondering what activities you'd get up to with your girlfriend tonight, your pussy already slightly wet from the thoughts. You were anxious, that was for sure, since every night was something slightly different--Tiffany wasn't one to be locked in a routine of sex.

Your apartment wasn't big, but it was comfortable enough. Your girlfriend was in the bath, you could smell the delicious vanilla bubble bath she used wafting throughout the apartment and her humming as she washed her body.

You smiled to yourself as you took off your boots, relishing the feeling of not having proper footwear on. Tiffany was humming a song you couldn't quite place, and you weren't particularly concerned with the song, you wanted to get in the bath as well.

Smiling to yourself, you devised a cunning plan. To seduce your girlfriend, get clean, and possibly have a romantic night of passionate sex all in one go. You thought to yourself, wondering if it was a good idea. It'll be fine, Tiff's almost always in the mood.

You undressed yourself, slipping off your grubby work clothes and revealing a set of matching black panties and lace bra. You let your hair down, and it framed your face perfectly. A sigh escaped your lips, and you looked at yourself in the mirror, wondering if Tiffany would appreciate the show you were about to give her. Of course she would--it was your body, and everything about you drove her mad with lust--but you couldn't shake the worry.

You walked to the bathroom door, twisting the doorknob and entering. Tiffany was in the bath, the bubbles just barely hiding the her nipples. She looked up at you, her eyes dark with what you assumed to be desire.

"Home early, hon?" She asked, sipping a glass of red wine. She looked at you, scanning your body. Shamelessly licking her lips as she decided what she wanted to do with you. "And look at you—so wonderfully dressed for me."

"Don't speak, honey. You're gonna be in a bit of trouble for interrupting my bath, alright? You can help me wash, though," Tiffany took another sip of her wine, glancing over at you.

"Of course," You slipped out, and Tiffany clicked her tongue in annoyance at the disobedience.

"A-ah, bunny. You know when I ask you not to talk, you don't. I'm afraid you're going to have to get punished for that. Now, why don't you help me?" She set the wine glass on the floor, gingerly. Peering up at you, she shifted herself, inviting you in the tub with her. You obliged, stripping your bra and panties off, leaving them on the floor.

"Wonderful. Now, get in. I'd like you to suck on my tits," Tiff instructed, and you listened, like the good little whore you were. You got into the bathtub with her, the warm water cascading over your body like a comfortable blanket. You looked at your girlfriend in the eyes, slowly lowering your tongue to lick the bud.

Tiffany took a sharp breath in, and you could taste the soap on your tongue. Yet, you continued to do as you were told, because you knew if you did good on this task, she'd go easy on your punishment. You took the bud in your mouth fully, circling your tongue around it, biting softly. Tiffany arched her back, her hands finding the back of your head, her fingernails digging wonderfully into your skin.

"Keep going, whore," She instructed, and you nodded your head, letting go of one nipple with a loud pop noise. She arched her back, her nails digging harder into your neck. "Good, good little whore, now c'mon, I know you can do better."

"Yes, Mistress," You begin to kneed one breast with your hand while you worked the nipple with your teeth and tongue--leaving a trail of hickeys all around her chest. She was moaning softly, which encouraged you to keep going. You tasted her skin and the soap, which wasn't as awful as you thought it'd be.

"Ah, ah. I think you're done with that, baby," She tilded your head up to meet her eyes. "I want you to get out and wash my hair." You did as you were told, standing up. The cold air hit your naked body, covering you in goosebumps as you silently begged her to allow you the luxury of a robe. No such luck, though.

Taking her rosemary shampoo, you carefully dipped Tiffany's head under the water, being careful not to get any on her face. You began to massage her scalp, careful as to not tangle the blonde strands that trickled through your fingers.

Your hands worked slowly, making sure to not miss a single spot. Once you were done, you took a cup that was kept near the tub and started rinsing the shampoo out of Tiffany's hair, again making sure to not get any water on her face. You mentally shuddered, your thoughts wondering back to the last time that had happened.

"Now that I'm clean, I want you to wait on the bed for me like a good little whore, darling. I want your ass to be the first thing I see when I walk out of the door," Tiffany looked at you expectantly, and you quickly went out of the bathroom, making your way to the bedroom.

You laid on your stomach, your ass flat against the air as your Mistress instructed. You head was spinning, and you heard the door open as her feet barely made a sound against the floor.

Suddenly, without warning, you felt the harsh leather paddle glide across your ass, slapping you. You immediately jumped up, but quickly settled down once you saw the gaze in your Mistress's eyes. She was in no mood for your playing.

You yelped again as she hit you for a second time, seemingly tearing your skin apart. Your ass was on fire, the tender flesh red and hot with every hit.

"I want you to count them, okay? You'll be getting twelve lashes tonight."

"Yes, Mistress," You flinched as she smacked you again. "One." Again. "Two."

"You're doing so well," She stroked your ass, before planting another smack.

"Three."

"Keep going, I want to hear you clearly."

"Four," Your eyes were watering, tears forming from the punishment. You knew the reward at the end of it would be worth it, but you weren't sure how much more you could take. Twelve was more than usual; in fact, you couldn't recall last time she went into double digits. Tiffany was pushing you towards the edge--but you knew if you said the word, she'd stop.

"Five. S-Six. Seven," The smacks were getting closer together, the length of rest between each one decreasing as Tiffany got closer and closer to twelve. Gently, she cooed, praising you for taking your spanking so well. "Eight."

"You're doing so well for me, honey. C'mon, just a few more. You can do it," Tiffany's voice was soft, and you whimpered in response, tears streaming down your face.

"Nine," Your voice cracked out. "Ten. Eleven."

"Good, good. You've got one more, alright?"

"Twelve," You choked out, and Tiffany put the paddle down, her hand stroking your back.

"Good job, baby," She whispered, "now, do you want your reward?"

"Yes, please," You looked at her, pleading. She obliged, and rolled you over, climbing on top of your body. She kissed you, her long red fingernails teasing your nipples, her mouth finding yours in a hot embrace.

She began to make her way down, leaving bite marks and hickies as she went farther, to your pussy. You were wet, even through the punishment, your body having a mind of its own. She gathered some of your slick with her tongue, moaning from the taste. You arched your back in pleasure, moaning out her name and grasping hold of her dyed locks.

"G-God Tiff," You whimpered, and she smirked as she licked against your pussy, her tongue moving to tease your clit, her perfect nails leaving marks at your thighs, blood beginning to form at her grip.

She slid her tongue all the way in you, fucking you with the muscle. You felt the warmth of her tongue enter you, the wet muscle creating a wonderful sensation in your pussy. She could tell you were enjoying it, she kept it up, rubbing her thumb against your clit while she fucked you with her tongue.

Your body was shaking, your head thrown back in pleasure as you continued to chase after your pleasure, Tiffany pleased with you after taking her punishment so well, she started fucking you faster, her finger tracing your clit at impossibly fast speeds as she continued until you came, your cum coating her tongue as she lapped it up.

"You did good tonight," She said, and she kissed you. You could taste yourself on her, but you didn't care. She held you there, waiting until you fell asleep.

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ღ -> Prompt: Choking

ღ -> Jason Dean x f!reader

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

Warnings: Choking, sex, biting, mild blood kink, power dynamics, dom!JD x sub!reader, lmk if anything else should be warned.

Summary: Every year for Christmas, you and your boyfriend, J.D, go to your parent's house for dinner. This year, it's held two weeks before the actual holiday, and J.D decides he's going to do whatever it takes to not go.

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"Jason, c'mon, we're gonna be late!" You held your car keys in your hand, watching for any sign of your boyfriend to appear on the staircase.

"What is your problem?" J.D came, finally, wearing a suit--kind of. He was missing a tie, instead going for a bad-boy look that you had to admit was cute.

"The problem is, we're gonna be late for Christmas dinner with my parents!" You tapped your foot impatiently, waiting as J.D continued to wonder around aimlessly, increasing the time you were late.

"It'll be fine, they'll just think we're in traffic, right?" J.D was a smooth talker, that was just how he was. You considered agreeing, but then decided to stand your ground.

"No, they won't think we 'just got stuck in traffic', and you know this," You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation. "J.D, you know you can't always do this whenever we go there."

"Why? You enjoy the delay just as much as I do," He pointed out, and though he was right, you couldn't show it. Not now, not when you know he'd convince you to go upstairs in the bedroom like a good girl and strip for him.

"That's--ugh, you're impossible sometimes!" You were almost ready to storm out the door and sulk in the car--so close, your fingers were on the cusp of the doorknob, when J.D's arms wrapped around your waist, his strength pulling you away from the door.

"I don't think you're going to want to walk out that door there, sweetheart," He said, his voice seductively cool. He was a loser, you knew this--yet you stayed with him regardless.

"And why not?" You asked, your eyebrow raising as you stared at him with as much fury as you could muster. He knew you weren't really upset at him--no, he knew you were aroused, that you needed him, and that if he really wanted to, he could have his way with you.

And he really wanted to.

"Because, I just have a feeling you'll really regret it, and we wouldn't really want that, right sweetheart?" You nodded, your brain wrapping around the words he so eloquently spun. He kept you pinned against the door, his gaze steady as you realized that your boyfriend was going to do something that would add more time to your arrival at your parent's.

"Is it an early Christmas present?" You questioned, hopeful that he'd agree and give you a car battery or something.

"I guess you could call it something like that," J.D admitted, and without warning, he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You didn't try to kick, much to his surprise, you simply accepted your fate as J.D made his way upstairs, the inevitable coming closer and closer. "I want you to behave, got it? No fucking around."

"I wouldn't dream of it," You quipped, and a slap across the face let you know that J.D meant business tonight--he wouldn't stand any of your quips or witty comebacks. He reached your shared bedroom, and kicked the door open, throwing you on the mattress.

He climbed on top of you, quickly undoing your Christmas top and ripping your expensive red bra, throwing it over his shoulder with little regard for the lost funds. His hands flew up and down your body, stripping you of all clothing he could get his hands on. It was clear what he was in the mood for, and you were more than happy to supply it.

Your pussy was wet, the slick gathering at the bottom of your panties, and J.D soon found his way to them. He grinned as he felt the moisture of your slick seeping into your panties, your cunt getting ready for all of him.

"A little eager, aren't ya, doll?" He smirked, and all you could do was let out a soft, whiny moan as he slipped a hand past the elastic waistband of your panties, gathering slick into his fingers. "You're all nice and wet for me, such a good girl."

"Please...." You trailed off when you felt one of J.D's fingers slip inside of you and curl up into your spongy walls, fucking you.

"What, sweetheart?" He teased, adding another finger. "C'mon, you can handle more than this, can't you?"

"Y-Yes," You whined when his other hand went straight to your throat, squeezing just tight enough to constrict your breathing to short, shallow breaths.

"Good, good. Ain't you the sweetest thing in Ohio?" He praised, and you smiled through the pain. J.D's fingers were moving in and out of you at a rapid pace, setting the speed for what was to come when his cock was inside of you.

"Please..." You whispered, and he held your neck tighter. A warning, you assumed, to shut up. You obliged, and J.D smirked at his victory, his control over you evident. He removed his hand, deciding to bite you on the neck instead. You moaned loudly, and fought back tears as his teeth broke flesh, tiny spurts of blood lapped up by him.

"You taste divine," He growled into your ear, his fingers moving to circle your clit. You whined as he did this, your teeth digging into your lower lip, threatening to break skin. "God, our love is God. And you are my savior."

With a sharp inhale, J.D took his fingers off of your pussy and sucked on them, eager to taste every last drop of you. He then grabbed your thighs, holding them wide open for him. Lining himself up with your cunt, he pushed in, roughly. He was breaking you open, his thick cock stretching you as far as you'd go.

"God, sweetheart, you feel so good," He was breathless, one hand cupping your thigh and another moved up to your neck, where he returned to his pattern of squeezing. The control he had over you drove you wild, the amount of power he held with his hand right at your throat was enthralling.

"P-Please, more," You asked. J.D said nothing, instead preferring to fuck you harder until you saw stars, his hand leaving your thigh and slapping you across the face.

"You're just such a whore for me, aren't you? Can't control yourself?" He teased, his slaps stinging. It only turned you on more, your body aching to reach the point of pure pleasure. J.D would soon give it to you, you knew this.

He pushed his cock in farther, his hips meeting yours and you gasped at the size of him. He was fully inside of you, and he started to thrust in and out, teasingly, before going rougher and rougher. His hand around your neck, reminding you who was in charge of this situation.

Squeezing, more. He was closer to his climax, and you were, too. His thrust got deeper, more sloppy and animalistic grunts and groans left his mouth as he chased after the pleasure that he needed.

He came, his hand nearly choking you, your vision black as he thrust into you faster, then leaving his cock inside of you, thick, hot spurts of cum covering your walls. He left it there for a while, enjoying the feeling of your pussy squeeze as you came after him, your cunt greedily painting J.D's cock with your cum.

"Oh, you're so pretty, aren't you?" J.D chuckled, removing his hand from your throat. You felt sore, your body used and spent, your neck in no condition to visit your parents for Christmas dinner. "I guess you're too tired to go to your parent's, right? I'll call them and let them know you're feeling under the weather."

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❛ the wax muse ❜

-> Part 2!!

-> Vincent Sinclair x f!reader

Summary: The muse of Vincent Sinclair gets her pussy absolutely obliterated.

Warnings: Sex. Surprised?

A/N: this is a part two, but it can be read independently of the first part.

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(Tag: @l4vr0v )

You were, of course, beautiful. That much was true. Vincent had a pencil in his hand, sketching you. You were wearing nothing, your skin glistening in the light as your boyfriend continued to draw you, carefully making sure that each little touch was captured forever in the paper.

"I think you're cute when you're sketching," You commented, and Vincent looked up at you, curiously. He was wearing his mask, his hair cascading down his body like water.

He nodded, his pencil being put down. You looked at him, curiously. Bo's yelling calmed down, and you heard him stomp outside with Lester, doing God knows what. You and Vincent were alone.

"You alright?" Vincent nodded, putting his sketching supplies down. He made his way over to you, his muse, and placed a warm, calloused hand under your chin, tipping it up towards his face. You met his eyes, which weren't hidden under his mask.

He took his other hand and softly touched your breast, and your breath hitched. You still had the candle in your hand, and the live flame made you nervous.

"The candle, Vinny," You were surprised when he took the candle from you, tipping it over and watching as the hot wax spilled onto your skin. You inhaled sharply at the wax, an unusual and strange feeling. It hardened almost immediately, leaving a patch of black where it hit your skin. Vincent thought you looked beautiful.

He put the candle closer to your face, and you blew it out. He nodded, approving your actions. He took the skull from your hand (you still weren't sure if it was real or not--you made a mental note to ask him later) and dropped it to the floor, a satisfying clunck noise pervading the air.

"Vinny, are you alright?" You cautiously peered up at him, his good eye twinkling as he started to circle your nipples. A soft moan was let out, which made Vincent groan in response. He softly helped you up, your naked form beautiful to him as anything in the world as he guided you towards his bed. The twin mattress that you had spent time to fix up, replacing the old, dirty sheets with clean silk.

He put you on the bed softly, the silk feeling good against your skin. Vincent gingerly took the black blindfold from the nightstand, tying it around your eyes. He still didn't like his face--and you weren't going to push him to show it to you.

"Vinny?" You called out, and your back arched as he licked from the top of your pubic bone to your neck, his tongue leaving a trail of saliva. He kissed you, and you moved your hands to cup the back of his neck, pulling him closer towards you. You let out a soft moan as he took your bottom lip in between his teeth, and you opened your mouth, allowing him access. He hungrily went in, his hands exploring your body, though he'd seen it many times before. You were more beautiful than any sculpture he could produce.

His hand started to trail lower, tantalizingly close to your pussy. You moaned as he pushed the spongy pad of his thumb up against your clit, your back arching again as you made your beautiful noises, a cacophony of sounds only for Vincent. It was this that he truly found beauty in you.

"Oh, God, you've gotten good at tha-" Vincent slipped a finger in, and your breath hitched as a moan interrupted your sentence. He groaned as he felt your pussy contract around his finger, and he added another one, scissoring them inside of your cunt. He used his thumb to trace patterns on your clit, causing you to flail your arms out to either side of you, gripping at the silken sheets for support.

He continued his pattern, his fingers dipping in and out of you, gathering the slick and pushing it back inside. He was good, his fingers moving at an impossibly fast rate, prepping you for what was to come. Your mouth was spilling out moans and sweet words of praise, which Vincent ate up like a starved man. How beautiful he was. How wonderful he made you feel. How much you loved him.

His fingers were still working their way in and out of you, his other hand focusing on groping your breasts, his grunting and groaning tipping you off that this was pleasurable for him, too. He gingerly took his fingers out of you, one last good circle drawn on your clit. He took his hands and grabbed onto your hips, and gently teased you with the head of his cock.

"God, Vinny, just--please, please," You whispered, your body shivering with anticipation as he rubbed his cock against you, gathering your juices and rubbing up against your bundle of nerves. He slowly pushed in, his thick cock spreading you open. He moaned as his cock slid inside of you, your pussy clenching around him as he slowly added more of him. You forgot that he was impossibly big, stretching you and filling you up.

He groaned once he was all the way in, your bodies nearly flush together as he started to pull out, before slamming back in. His fingers gripped your hips, leaving little fingerprints as you called out his name, over and over again, like some sort of prayer. He took one of his hands off of your hips, returning to tracing circles into your clit, making you moan and gasp out in pleasure.

He started thrusting more and more roughly, his mind blank with nothing but images of you, your mouth open and strings of profanities and praises falling through your lips, your arched back, your hands imprinting the sheets. He groaned as he started going faster, and you bit your lip, which drove him crazy. He started rutting more and more, desperate to fuck you. He felt your pussy squeeze around him as you came on his cock, hard.

It was enough to send him over the edge. He gripped your hip and your breast as he came, the thick spurts of hot cum coating your insides like paint. He groaned, his thrusting never decreasing in pace as he continued to rut into you even after his orgasm, tantalizing and overstimulating for you.

He slowed down, and eventually pulled out. Pressing tender kisses to your body, letting you know that he was satisfied.

"Vinny, you're so good," You praised him, and he let out a soft noise, as if to say I know.

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cupids-scream-queen · 5 months

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┆ ° ♡ • ➵ Silent Night ♡

-> Brahms Heelshire x f!reader

Warnings: None! Fluff.

.·:*¨ ¨*:·.

It was cold. It was December, the air was crisp and hurt your lungs. It was quiet, the tranquil sounds of nature surrounding you as you continued the car ride.

He was, of course, waiting for you at home--obedient as ever, waiting for you to tell him everything while making his favorite meal. Brahms was like that, and you knew it, and you found yourself enjoying that part of him, the little boy that relied on you for so much.

Brahms Heelshire was the man-child you were tasked with being the nanny of, and initially, it was an easy job. A doll was provided at first, and you quickly grew attached to it, and treated it as if it were your own flesh and blood. You always were attached to dolls, that was simply something that you've always done, even as a little kid.

"Hey? Brahms? I'm back," Strong arms wrapped around your middle, and Brahms pressed up against you, feeling your warmth. He closed the door, pushing you inside farther.

"You came back, good," He said, his voice with a hint of sadness. "I was worried."

"I've been gone before, hon," You pointed out, and Brahms shook his head.

"No, you were gone for a long time. Longer than normal," Brahms held you tighter, afraid of losing you. "And I didn't want you to abandon me."

"Brahmsy, I'm not going to do that, alright?"

"What if-"

"I haven't left yet, have I? If I were going to--and I'm not--I would've done so already. I want to stay here, Brahms, with you. I like it here. Why would I leave?"

"If you didn't like me anymore," He whispered, and you felt your heart sink into your stomach. He thought you'd leave? As if you could ever carve him out of your heart--he was part of you now, whether you liked it or not. He was always going to be part of you, and you knew it.

"I would never not like you, sugar. How could you even say that?" Cupping his cheek, you shuffled out of the doorframe, leading him to a couch. "Come here, hon. Let's cuddle, alright? Would that make you feel better?"

"Yes," Brahms practically carried you to the couch, and took your shoes and jacket off for you. He climbed on top of you, his body warm and heavy like a weighted blanket. "Mine."

"Yes, Brahms, yours," You tell him, and he sighs, pressing his face into your chest and hearing your heartbeat. You played with his hair, which was washed yesterday. "All yours."

"Forever?" Brahms asked, and you nodded. Forever. It was something Brahms could get used to the idea of, that's for sure. He wanted you around, and if you were willing to stay that meant it was easier for him to keep you. A good experience for all parties.

"Yes, forever," You hummed, and you could feel Brahm's body melt into yours, his breathing evening out and his body weight fully collapse onto you. He was falling asleep, and soon he started snoring, his trust in you allowing him to fall asleep in your arms, a comfort he could only dream of a few years ago.

"Goodnight, my love," You whispered quietly, tucking a kiss on the porcelain of his mask.

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❛ the wax muse ❜

Vincent Sinclair x f!reader

Summary: The muse of Vincent Sinclair.

(If y'all want a part 2 lmk!!)

ততততত

If there was one thing that Vincent Sinclair did not like about corpses, it was the fact that he couldn't have them stand there without an exorbitant amount of work.

That was why he had you, his beautiful (albeit, strange) girlfriend, who was the only person willing to stand in front of him for hours, striking the most obscene and downright confusing of poses.

He'd always considered you the most beautiful person to step foot in Ambrose, with your patchwork skirts and your pen-drawn tattoos, your seven suitcases and Ford pickup truck that Bo swore should've been sold to a scrapyard fifteen years ago. From the moment you entered that town, you were his, and it was only a matter of time before you'd get to see that.

You met Vincent in a more pleasant way than the majority of people. Bo took you to the museum, where you promptly observed that the wax figures had something inside of them that wasn't quite right, but nonetheless the figures were beautiful. You asked Bo if you could meet the artist (Bo said he didn't come out for people) because you sculpted wax, too, and Vincent overheard and was nearly overjoyed. Another artist was a treat--much less one that worked on the same thing he did.

And you were an artist, though one of many trades. You couldn't pick one to focus on, so your portfolio was filled with many craftsmanship trades, including wax sculpting and glass blowing. Traditional art was fun, but you'd grow bored of it quickly--forging was one of the ones that kept you busy for three years.

"Are you sure I can't meet the artist?" You asked again, and Bo shook his head. You weren't buying it. No artist that you'd ever met refused to see someone that was going to compliment their work. Artists relied on compliments.

"No, sweetheart. Ya can't. He ain't open for talkin' with strangers, ya hear?" Bo's voice was obnoxiously sweet, and you could feel him trying to pull you in, but you stood your ground. Firm in what you believed you were going to do.

"I refuse to leave unless I meet him. He's got to be around here somewhere. Can't I just tell him he's good?" You were practically yelling, which was a reaction Bo hadn't seen before. Usually, girls were so enamored by him they'd forget all about the figures. Except you, who seemed to have more of an interest in piles of wax than him. It annoyed him, to a certain degree.

"Jesus, can't you just quit? He ain't gonna come out, so you can shut yer pretty little mouth and--" A door shut, causing Bo to stop mid-sentence. The sounds of shoes shuffling against the wooden floor, and a man appeared in front of you and Bo, wearing a wax mask.

"You're the artist?" You asked, your eyes wide. Not with fear, which was what Vincent was used to, but with admiration. "You're very good, you know. I do wax sculptures myself but they aren't nearly as good as this."

The man nodded, and gave you a little thumbs-up, which you thought to be adorable. Bo looked pissed, grinding his teeth together, trying to form some semblance of a plan to continue to lure you to your fate as a figure yourself.

"That's...Vincent. He does the sculptures," Reluctant to introduce you two, and even more pissed when you two became an item, Bo was against your relationship with his brother as long as you could remember.

Even now, your naked form on a stool, a candle in your right hand and a skull in your left, Bo was cursing up a storm at Lester, trying to understand why his brother of all people got a girl. Not just any girl, he yelled, but a pretty one.

Lester would always assure you that Bo's anger was because he hated the rivalry between him and Vincent, something that you weren't even sure existed. If it did exist, it was in Bo's head, which was a dangerous place not even you were brave enough to venture into.

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