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inertiabug · 2 months

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Sis! I just came across your blog today and I'm in love. It's super fun and gorgeous and I'm so glad to see yet another black woman in the slasher community 😩🔪

I saw that you're taking requests so I was wondering if you happen to have any Thomas Hewitt headcanons of him breeding his female partner who's chubby?

T.H. — SOUTHERN STYLE CREAMPIE !! 🍰

╰┈➤ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 : thomas hewitt &&. chubby female reader

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚(𝘀) : MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT , breeding kink , mentions of pregnancy , rough sex , grabbin' some ass , tommy is a dommy soon-to-be dilf

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 : aw thanks a bunchhh ! <3 i've been contemplating making a slasher blog for so long and finally came through ! and AAAA this request is fucking juicyyy !! thomas is my most favorite big boy EVER out of all the tall , dark and handsomes , so thank you for making him my very first request on here ! 🥰

• thomas is a total ass man. most southern, country men just have a natural taste for big hips and an even bigger butt to charm it, overall preferring their women to appear as if she never missed a plate of homemade cornbread and biscuits during an early morning's glitters. large hips are also a sign that a woman has reproductive potential and capable of a smoother childbirth. there's no doubt thomas would absolutely worship every crumb of your delicious shape, and he's a big guy himself, so he's got to have someone who can withstand him between the sheets without the possibility of breaking them as effortlessly as a toothpick whenever he desired to get as rough as he pleased. and best believe, he gets rough. ( more cushion for the pushin'! )

• thomas would definitely have a thing for breeding you senseless. given his family's current antiquity, they weren't going to be around forever, and he wanted the hewitt legacy to continue to live on as he was raised to be quite family oriented. luda mae would always gift a slight smile and tease you about the desire for grandkids whenever thomas was in earshot, earning a roll from his eyes and the timid turn of his head. thomas always was shy, but when it came to the bedroom—boy, that was a different tale, much to your surprise. he had grown to be far more comfortable around you when alone.

• he will most likely favor to be in missionary/mating press if he plans to breed, although open to exploring various positions. it allows him to go as deep as he wishes, in addition to the breathtaking pleasure when his balls press up against the puffy lips of your pussy, causing each to lift from one another in a tightening bliss as they begin to empty inside of you. he also gets to look into your eyes, and his favorite : place his hands underneath your round asscheeks and grope a nice palm full. ( you can reach over and grab his ass as well. he's a total sucker for it, and it makes him fuck you even harder. )

• it was no surprise considering his size and stamina that you could feel him filling you up with a massive quantity, and you clench even tighter around him at the mere sensation of each thick string loading upon your cervix. you become overwhelmed with a luscious sensitivity for he doesn’t stop his hips from fucking relentlessly into your own until he’s certain that your belly will soon bear his child, until your creamy tits are swollen and ripe of milk.

• as soon as he begins to empty himself inside of you, he will roughly grope at and hold places on your body. his hands will find their way to your breasts and squeeze, the sides of your fupa, or your hips to sink his fingers into the plump flesh as he plunges deep into you one final time, his ass violently shuddering and his lips discovering yours. make sure to give him praise. let him know that you can feel it filling you up, that it feels so, so good, as your fingers softly comb his hair.

• god, he loves when you have no other option but to be filled. he’s aware that you have a specific adoration for his size and strength being able to dominate yours so easily. he’ll press you hard into the mattress, face down and ass up, when he’s about to burst, making sure you know you can’t escape.

• he’s a silent person for the most part, but when it comes to having sex with you, no ma’am. he’s heavily verbal, his growls and grunts the only sounds within the room besides your own and the clapping of skin against skin. he has a habit of growling directly next to your ear whenever he releases, especially during the descend of his high, and it absolutely drives you crazy.

• he’ll slightly lean his body atop yours as you catch your breath, feeling that his thick cock continued to spurt smaller amounts of what is left even when what has felt like half a minute has passed. his balls become slightly covered with his own essence as they kiss your overflowing womb, giving a quick jerk of his hips as an emphasis that it was still stuffing you to the brim. he could hardly wait to witness how full your stomach would be in the future, knowing that he was the one to make that happen. your precious cunt was made for him—made to be filled with his seed.

• don’t be surprised when you aren’t able to walk adequately the next day, and don’t be surprised when you find him eyeing you, brow raised and a rather amused, smug smirk a secret beneath his mask. though he is concerned about your soreness and will treat you, it also laid as an ego booster about what he's capable of doing to you.

#holy fuckkng shit

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inertiabug · 2 months

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tourist trap ; otis b. driftwood (18+)

kinktober day ten ; consensual non consent

pairing ; otis b. driftwood x female!reader

reader pronouns ; she/her/hers

word count ; 3650

note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

“Are ya sure that this is the right way, babe?” The young woman whispered to her boyfriend in the driver’s seat - earning a roll of the eyes and a grunt of “course I’m sure” from her partner before they both fell into an awkward silence. In the ten minutes she’d been riding with them, she’d learned that the couple were called Diana and Martin and were passing through town to see the Dr Satan exhibit - a tale as old as time, as it seemed like everyone who was anyone at all seemed to find their way to this little town for that little legend.

Not that she particularly cared, of course, horror folklore was never really her thing, but she was more than happy to keep her mouth shut so long as it meant getting a ride back home without having to stay out in the storm. Though it wasn’t like she needed to do very much talking, for her fellow hitchhiker (a young blonde woman that went by the name “Baby”) was very talkative and personable - engaging the couple in conversation they seemed to want to avoid whilst she just remained quiet and in her own little bubble.

She didn’t live too far from here anyhow, so as soon as they were on her street she could just belt it and get out of this awkward situation and -

- And the car just slammed to a stop, nearly crashing into a nearby tree. Fantastic, just her luck.

Maybe she could walk home from here? It isn’t too far and surely they didn’t need her to stick around for much longer -

“My house is just up the road and my brother’s a mechanic. If we head up now he should be able to fix ya car up before ya know it - what d’ya say? Me and the little lady over here,” she elbowed her rather harshly in the ribs, earning a sharp wince as she desperately tried to bite her tongue, “can head up first and I’ll send him down to get you. Sound good?”

And with three sets of eyes staring her down, she sighed and put on her best customer-service smile, squeaking out a brief “sure!” before following the blonde woman out and into the storm.

Fucking fantastic; this is what she gets for not arranging a ride out of town.

————

The walk back to Baby’s home was thankfully rather quick, filled with unremarkable small talk surrounded by unremarkable views and unremarkable weather until they reached a rather morbidly remarkable house - with one wall covered from end to end with mutilated doll’s heads. An art piece that the blonde ball of energy had eagerly taken responsibility for, hanging off of her arm and giggling gleefully as she gloated about how artistic and creative her family is - and how she just couldn’t wait for her to meet them.

“In fact,” she interrupted herself with a gasp, making a sudden stop as she turned sharply to look at her, “I’m sure mama has something cooking - oh she’s gonna love you! C’mon, hun!”

And she didn’t have the time to protest before she was harshly dragged forwards up a set of rickety wooden steps and forcefully shoved through the front door - tripping over her own feet as she went. Though she couldn’t find it in herself to complain as she found herself in a warm and dry space… even if the decor was rather, well, unique. So, instead, she simply coughed into her hand and forced out a smile as she addressed the energetic blonde.

“Hm? Yes. I’m sure we’ll get along well,” she winced when Baby tugged rather harshly on her wrist, nearly causing her to fall over as she took off her soaked-through shoes, “please slow down; I don’t want to make a mess.”

“Ya don’t need to bother ya’self with that,” she giggled in response, “mama won’t mind a bit of mud - there’s four of us kids, she’s more than used t’ it,”

“Well it’s the polite thing to do,” the hitchhiker insisted gently, straightening her back and brushing her hands off on her thighs, “anyway, shouldn’t we be getting your brother? I’m sure the others won’t appreciate being left alone in the storm for so long…”

Baby pouted and rolled her eyes before huffing out a brief retort of “I guess” before tugging the other woman further into the house - straight towards Mama to help set up the dining table. And, of course, she complied - not wanting to seem like an ungrateful guest yet still not quite able to shake the uncomfortable feeling bubbling up her throat.

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What had ensued was the longest forty-two minutes of her life (as she'd precisely counted), spending a gruelling half hour slaving away over a hot stove alongside Baby's equally eccentric mother — not even getting the chance to stop when the other members of their party arrived. Hell, she barely got a minute to greet them before being hurried back into the kitchen as Mama and Baby abandoned all of the main household duties to her.

Well... to her and her clumsy assistant; a tall, quiet fella named Tiny. Though as ironic as his name was, and as difficult as it was to communicate given his poor sight and apparent hearing loss, he was still a welcome hand around the food — and he seemed nice enough, so the more the merrier as far as she was concerned.

But, being a good guest be damned, she couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh when the final timer went off and the host came in and ushered her into the dining area. "You get settled in, sweetheart," she'd said in a voice most mothers seemed to possess, "you've done more than enough. I can handle the rest."

And she didn't need to be told twice; rushing into the adjacent room and sitting in an available seat between Baby and the other woman (who, having since forgotten her name and finding it far too awkward to ask again, she'd mentally dubbed as "duck"), not even paying mind to the scattered masks about the table, nor the fact that there were two more empty seats than there were people (by her last count, at least). No. Concerns and fears could wait, all that work had left her famished and she'd rather worry about conspiracies on a full stomach.

————

The meal itself was... mostly uneventful — aside from the rushed introduction to certain family traditions that she found more endearing than frightening (unlike her companions who openly gawked at and judged the array of masks that they were urged to wear). Though that lull in chaos was cut short the moment that Baby's third and final brother, Otis, came to join them with a jarred, pickled foetus in hand as he unceremoniously plopped down in his seat across from her.

And Otis himself seemed to be something of an enigma, even within the larger context of the household, as they all seemed to revere him in one way or another — with mama gingerly stroking his arm and greeting him warmly and Baby calling out to him with so much mirth that she was half certain that the woman would combust, and neither reacting to the strange accessory he carried with him. Hell, even the overly crude couple that she'd travelled alongside didn't offer much commentary at his entrance, with the closest they came being a couple of weary side glances and mouthing vague phrases of concern amongst themselves.

She, however, opted for the courteous route and nodded to him in greeting before returning her attention to the shockingly good meal their host (or, rather, she herself) had prepared for them. In fact, she outright refused to divert her attention for a fraction of a second more even as an argument broke out between the man and Baby's brother over "Doctor Satan" or something like that (though, frankly, she couldn't bring herself to care).

Well, in reality, she tried her best to remain uncaring and to force herself into the background as much as possible, taking full advantage of the ongoing argument and constant stream of conversation to force herself out of the situation. And that was a successful strategy... for all of twelve blissful minutes before the blond turned his attentions to her and started hurdling a barrage of questions at her as she desperately tried to remain impartial and uninteresting.

"And what about you? What brought ya here?"

"Nothing in particular," she'd respond with a polite shrug between spoonfuls of stew, "was just in the area and ended up hitchhiking with those guys,"

"So y'aren't a group?"

"Nope," she'd respond shortly, popping her 'p' purposefully before scooping up another healing spoonful, "well unless you count a group of strangers as a group — in which case your sister's included,"

"Like a band!" Baby, thankfully, interrupted with a shrill giggle, pulling her into her side and holding her a bit too tightly for it not to be concerning.

"I, uh, suppose so?"

"D'ya know how dangerous it is to hitchhike in these parts?" Otis continued, glaring briefly at his younger sister before turning his attention (and rather sinister smile) towards her once again.

"About as dangerous as any other place I suppose?" She laughed awkwardly, "I've been doing this for a while and it's definitely a gamble whether you're gonna get to your destination or a final one — but I've been pretty lucky so far."

Otis didn't respond to that aside from a short laugh — and, in a way, that made her feel even more uncomfortable as she tried to stomach the rest of her meal, only hoping that their stay wouldn't last too long as the family started filing everyone out of the dining room and towards the stairway.

————

Much to her quiet relief, Baby had offered to escort her to her room — eagerly chattering about how her temporary quarters were the best in the house with a look in her eye that she couldn’t quite place… and a joke that would feel more like a warning far sooner than she would’ve liked.

“It’s really big; it used to belong to mama!” Baby cooed, hanging off of the other woman’s arm.

“Oh that’s nice,” she responded with an awkward half-laugh, tugging on the collar of her shirt, “and… and where will the others be staying?”

“Those guys?” Baby scoffed with a roll of her eyes, “They were really rude to us so mama set ‘em up on the other side of the house. In fact,” she leaned in close enough that her lips were just barely brushing against the shell of the other woman’s ear, “ain’t nobody staying up here but you; the best room in the house…”

A chill ran up her spine but before she had the chance to respond Baby said her goodbyes with a cheerful laugh and harshly shoved her into the room and slammed the door shut behind her. Though the temporary relief of privacy was shattered before it even had the opportunity to settle when she felt the cold blade of a knife pressed against the column of her throat — which was soon accompanied by a gravely voice that spat out a single threat (no, promise) against her ear.

“Do what I say or I’ll slit yer fuckin’ throat.”

————

Otis' voice was low and firm as he instructed her, leaving no room for protest or hesitation as he wielded that rusted pocket knife with enough comfort and expertise that she daren't fight back. He began by ordering her into the centre of the room and having her undress, smirking and mocking her as she trembled and shook in place: first went her shirt, followed closely by her shorts and sandals — leaving her in just her underwear when he all but pounced on her and forced her to the floor.

She desperately tried to get him off of her: kicking, punching, slapping, shoving and biting at him however she could — but all of it was in vain. In fact, it seemed to excite him even more.

He forced her legs apart and used one hand to pin her wrists above her head, leering down at her as he forcefully pressed his clothed crotch down against hers — showcasing his arousal and laughing mirthlessly as she tried to squirm away. It was of no use and she knew it; the man was so much stronger than her... but still she tried to bargain and beg through her own sobs.

"Please just let me go," she whimpered, "I won't tell anybody, please,"

"Aw y'ain't gonna scream?" He goaded, leaning down to lick the tears from her cheeks, "Not gonna try and call for help?"

She didn't respond to his taunts, she knew screaming wouldn't do anything already, just repeating her pleas for freedom and mercy until he finally snapped at her and pressed the blade to her cheek, just below her right eye.

"Shut yer trap; all that beggin's just gettin' on my nerves," he leaned in closer and harshly bit her earlobe as she swallowed a yelp, "and ya don't want to see what happens when I'm pissed off. That shit ain't pretty,"

And, believing him, she nodded silently and desperately tried to swallow every whimper and sob that threatened to escape her cracked lips — which he leaned down to messily kiss and bite as a sort of sick reward for her obedience.

"Good girl; didn't even need t'cut yer tongue out..."

————

She was going to be sick as he forced his slick tongue between her dry lips. He tasted like cigarettes and alcohol and weed; a combination that made her head spin as she fought herself to keep still and unresponsive, lest she lean into the knife that he was still holding against her cheek. Though it wasn't as if she was free of pain for going along with what he wanted, as every few seconds Otis would suck her lower lip between his teeth and harshly bite down; bruising her and drawing blood that he would eagerly lick away as she trembled and quietly cried beneath him.

Before long, there was plenty of blood and tears streaming down from her face to her neck and collar and chest, staining her skin as she hopelessly half-struggled against her attacker. A struggle that she knew was all for naught as, despite all of the pain he was putting her through, the constant rubbing of his body against hers had left her shamefully soaked between her legs and her mind was a war zone of shame and submission and a dying desire to fight back (which she continuously denied out of a slim hope for survival).

Though it seemed that Otis had become keenly aware of her growing arousal as he soon pulled away from her (either not noticing or not caring about the string of saliva that had connected them both breaking and covering his chin) and bucked his hips into hers with that same sadistic smirk on his pale features.

“Weren’t ya beggin’ me to stop some time ago?” He taunted, dropping the knife by her head to reach down and purposefully run his hand down her clothed slit as she instinctually keened into his touch, “Someone’s in denial about just how much they wanted this,”

She didn’t even have the time to think of a coherent response before the man grabbed the knife again and sliced her undergarments clean off of her body. First her bra straps then the sides and then the centre and right side of her sodden panties — all of which he carelessly pulled off of her and uncaringly threw over his shoulder. Hell, he didn’t even take care to not cut her up, seeming to get off on the small messy wounds on her shoulders and hips and stomach as he drew his eyes slowly over her fully exposed form.

“Well now,” he taunted in a tone lower than she’d heard from him before, chucking the weapon to the side, “what d’we have here?”

Never having felt so utterly exposed and vulnerable in her life, she tried to turn her head away from him, hiding in the only way she could from what was sure to follow. But Otis didn’t allow her even that smallest amount of dignity, forcefully gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger and compelling her to watch as he took full advantage of her prone body — as he ruined her in ways only he could.

————

She could feel the leaking head of his cock sliding along her slick, puffy lips once, twice, three times as he lubricated himself before he gracelessly shoved it into her aching cunt in a single, agonising movement. He was painfully large — long and thick — and the stretch had her screwing her eyes shut and letting out a strangled scream despite herself (which Otis quickly silenced by slapping her hard across the face).

But she wasn’t afforded any time to adjust or recover (why would she?) before he began moving again. Slowly at first, sliding out of her tight pussy in a careful almost calculated movement that gave her the chance to see the fresh blood and slick that covered his veiny dick for the few moments it took for him to steady himself before sharply thrusting back into her. Though it hardly took any time at all before the rhythm started to bore him and he sped up; pumping in and out of her fluttering hole in quick, shallow movements that had her entire body being thrown back and forth from the sheer force behind them.

His movements, his thrusts, were piston-like for quite some time — just boring his hips into hers repeatedly in such a way that she was left hiccuping and teary-eyed from the pain. Yet his pace and rhythm gradually became more and more erratic, more becoming of his persona, alternating between slow tortuous periods of barely any movement at all and periods that had her entire body shaking from the speed and ferocity of his thrusts — her back and shoulders slamming repeatedly into the wooden floor in such a way that they would surely be bruised.

And his assault didn’t stop at her abused cunt. No. As he soon branches outwards and turned some attention to her exposed breasts — using his free hand to toy with her nipples whilst his other still held her hands in place with a threatening, bruising grip. He’d pinch and twist and tug on each in an alternating pattern that left neither neglected and gave neither the time to recover as they started to become overly sensitive and pained from the attention — which caused her to sob even louder and plead incoherently, paradoxically even, to stop and continue; to go harder and faster and get off of her; to do everything and nothing.

Fucked out, her mind and body had started to betray her as her climax loomed ever closer — and Otis knew it. How could he not? The glazed over look in her eyes as she sobbed and whimpered helplessly beneath his larger form; the way her back arched upwards into his touch as he toyed with her neglected chest; the way her hips bucked up against him and her sweet cunt tightened around his weeping cock. All of it pointed towards a single conclusion and the cocky bastard couldn’t help himself but to tease her for it as he forced her towards her peak.

“Look at ya; yer fuckin’ pathetic,”

“Ya gonna cum for me?”

“Ya keep saying ya want me to stop but I think yer enjoyin’ this way more than ya think,”

“Go on; cum all over my cock ya filthy fuckin’ whore,”

And, much like a filthy fucking whore, she did: with her bloody, bruised lips parted in a silent scream as she stared tearfully up at the ceiling; with her legs quaking and spasming as she wrapped them around his waist and forced him deeper into her pussy; with her cunt and thighs covered in a mixture of blood and cum; with a mind that was somehow both completely blank and running a mile a minute at the same time. Utterly cock-drunk and caught in the bliss of release.

Too far gone to protest as Otis spilled his seed into her spasming sex with a loud and guttural series of grunts and moans. Lost in her own high as he eventually pulled out and collapsed beside her, tugging her into his side as a sort of half-hug and kissing her head. Just barely aware of her surroundings when he stroked the side of her face and asked if she was okay.

Yet still not bothered enough to protest as she continued to lay with her “captor” in a pool of their own filth — completely worn down from their little game and wanting nothing more than to rest as she assured him she was fine. A peaceful moment that was so rare to find in the Firefly household—

—and then the door creaked open and that moment was ruined.

————

“Are y’all done in there yet?” an endearingly high-pitched voice called out from the cracked open door, “I don’t wanna see nothin’ I don’t wanna but Mama said she needs Otis’ help with somethin’ s’all,”

“He’ll be with you in just a second, Baby,” she responded with polite exasperation, pressing a light kiss to her husband’s nose, “just let us get dressed!”

Otis was, as always, slightly irritated with his sister’s shenanigans and her compliance there-with but nonetheless grumbled his way through redressing and retrieving the knife he’d so carelessly tossed aside. And she couldn’t help but laugh as he stumbled out of the door, yelling at the woman just out of earshot with a threat that both amused and endeared her.

“This’d better be fuckin’ important, Baby!”

#im MEWLING

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inertiabug · 3 months

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MICHAEL PITT AS ANDREW LANDON LISEY'S STORY | 2021

#i have this vision of us in a zombie apocalypse hiding in a safe house after we get chased by a horde of zombies #and him playing me the guitar after he reluctantly tells me he plays and after i ask if hes ever been with a younger guy #and when he says no he gets blushy and defensive #but i end up giving him the best blowjob hes ever had and then he fucks me into the couch #sorry. i dont know what came over me.#think i just need cock

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inertiabug · 5 months

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Adam Stanheight SFW + NSFW headcanons

REQUESTS FOR SAW OPEN!

2.3k words

Sfw

How you meet!

you two meet probably in the hallway of your crappy apartment complex.

you run into him from the corner, he had his headphones in and was listening to it on full volume, and you were running late for work

crashing head first into neighbor? you dick he probably thinks to himself as he realizes he just ran into his neighbor.

he'd seen you around before: mostly rushing to whatever crappy retail job of the month you had

he had thought you were really beautiful, but he was a coward at heart, so never did anything about it

this time he didn't have the choice to not interact with you: well, without looking like a dick

"I am SO sorry. I'm such a dumbass." He rushes out before he can think

Youre still kinda in a little bit of shock, so you just look up at this incredibly handsome man who just face planted into you for a long while

he thinks your silence is you rejecting his apologies and he quietly apologizes and runs off

but you just were so enamored by him that you couldn't say anything

at work all you can think about is how you didn't accept his apologies and probably made him feel horrible

you were determined to make things right so after work you grab a couple packs of the smokes you always saw him with from the store and rush to his apartment

you timidly knock on his door and wait with bated breath

he sees you through the peephole and momentarily considers not answering it

but he sees the bag you have in your hand and is curious

he opens it, fully expecting to be yelled at for running into you

but all that happens is you raise the bag up quickly and say "i'm so sorry i didn't say anything, i feel so bad. i just was in shock because you're s-" you stop and say nothing after realizing your rambling

he looks in the bag and notices the smokes

you smile at him shyly

and that starts a beautiful relation

how you are as friends

you stay over ALOT

he tends to not eat the best so you make him alot of dinners and lunches to make sure he's eating regularly

his work as a professional stalker keeps him up at odd hours so those pre made meals are rlly a life saver

buying each other candy and snacks alot

when the other was having a rough month fiancially, you would try to pick up the slack andhelp them

that means buying the other small groceries and items to get them through till the next check

you stay over sm the other has toiletries like tooth brushes n soap at the others place

going to parties together but only talking to one another bc ur both not super extroverted

you just go for the free alcohol

speaking of which,,, taking care of each other when the other is drunk

he holds ur hair when ur sick in the toilet,

you rub his back when he's sick

when the other is actually ill as in cold or the flu, bringing each other soup n montioring each others temp

making sure the other takes their meds to get better

inevitably the other gets sick with the same thing, but it just ends up the same way with the other taking care of u

leaving notes in his mail slot when he's busy, and since its 2004, no fast messaging so "coming over at 5!! xoxo" in his mail slot

he lives kinda like a typical man with basically only a chair and essentials , bare ass living room

taking him to the thrift store to get like a decent couch n maybe an arm chair

helping him expand his wardrope to something beyond crappy second hand flannel n white shirt (preferably without blood on it)

helping him get through his trauma over the trap

you cant exactly help him get over it, but ur there when he has bad moments

holding him while he sobs in ur lap

just stroking his hair n reminding him hes here n not at the god awful bathroom

it really calms him down and reminds him he is present in this moment, not that one

he sometimes gets insecure about his scar on his shoulder and tries to hid it but you remind him that he shouldnt be embarassed for being strong enough to survive

helping him get back into normal non stalkery photographer- his need to make money to live kinda outweighed his desire to just take pics of birds

speaking of which: he def loves nature photography

he lives in new jersey, so its rare he gets to do that, but its a nice treat

road trips with him n he spends the whole time as a passenger princess asking you to stop n take pics of a dead tree that has a rlllly nice backdrop

ur crappy car probably breaks down once or twice but its part of the adventure

In a relationship

kisses. lot of f'ing kisses

neck kisses, forehead kisses, navel kisses. any types!

probably is the little spoon lbr

follows ur lead for the most part

want to go to the theatre? it may take out half his money but he WILL pay for the date

probably gets u sweet treats alot n writes a little note that says "love you babe!"

he def clings to you everywhere u go

got to go to the kitche? catch him hugging u from behind n not letting go

can't fall asleep without each other anymore

he used to have a twin sized mattress but he decided to buy a full after u moved intogether

speaking of which, he definitely moved into your apartment

you have a two bedroom n that allows him to have a red room for his photography and a bedroom

he probably only had a redroom and slept on the couch at his apartment tbh

typical man

very clean n likes to take showers with you

his fav thing is his hair being washed by you

the scraping on his scalp is incredibily grounding

he loves washing you as well, and not in a sexual way.

theres something so domestic about cleaning each other that he loves.

ultimately i think his interactions with cheating rich men has spoiled a bit of his view of marriage, but with you he really can see himself settling down and being a forever thing. beyond everything, he trusts you

he craves domesticity so he will enjoy providing for you and helping with the house

loves to cook, his mom probably taught him

doesn't really have a jealousy problem, though he can get jealous from time to time

very rare, but if he does, there might actually be a substantiated reason

doesn't want kids atm, as he can barely support himself and you.

waiting up for you to get home no matter how tired he is

wants to make sure you're home safe

rlly co dependent directly following the trap. can't be in the bathroom by myself, it reminds him too much of the trap. he needs you to be in the room with you while you speak to him through the curtain, or even better, being in the shower with you.

needs constant reassurance he isnt a burden on you

he feels like you don't deserve to be with a man who has so many problems

you tell him constantly that you will be there no matter what

holding hands just to remind him of your presence.

calms him down alot more than you expect

if you happen to be late getting home from work, he may partially freak out: thinking you left him finally

you'll find him sobbing on the couch curled in on himself

he's so vulnerable after lawrence left him there

he doesn't know that lawrence didn't break his promise intentionally so he holds alot of resentment for him

kissing his cheeks and telling him you'll never leave

onto more happy things:

MOVIE NIGHTS!!! you religiously watch movies together and spend most of the time talking about the stupidity of the characters or something.

never meeting his parents bc he's not on good terms with them

LOVES THAT YOURE ABOUT HIS HEIGHT, he's not a tall man and has never been insecure about his height, but the fact he's eye level with you makes it extremely intimate in his opinion

or if you're taller than him, his man brain goes ooga booga and thinks "tall woman/man" and all bets are off

NSFW

okay, to go ahead and put this glaringly obvious thing out there: HE HAS A THING FOR BEING A SUB!!!

He needs you to take control and tell him what to do

grab him by his hair and shove him in between your legs? yes ma'am

ask him to kneel and eat you out on a hardwood floor? done

he absolutely would do anything for you

he needs reassurance what he's doing is good: and rest assured, it is

he probably is a bit messy, and not very controlled

sloppy licks and desperate sucks are common

same thing for when he's inside you

ragged thrusts and a desperate pace

hes probably desperate bc you havent let him cum the whole session

his cock is probably a bit under average length wise, but good god is his girth something to marvel at

everytime he takes you he stretches you

very skinny man, and once you get your claws into him, he probably gains weight which gives him a cute bit of chub that you love to grab onto while he's thrusting into your hole haphazardly.

its almost like a leash

he absolutely needs direction the first couple times, hes so nervous he's shaking

you ask if he wants to keep going and he nods quickly n says theres nothing he's ever wanted more, but assuming this is following the trap, he absolutely needs someone to tell him what to do

could definitely get off from watching you cum (it's def happened before, his poor red cock hadn't been touched all night beyond the grinding on the bed he's hidden from you while eating you out and seeing your intense pleasure just,, he couldn't hold on anymore)

probably circumcised with a tasteful amount of hair, enough to be cute but not enough to be annoying

his nipples are probably so sensitive and he doesnt even know it, he's never thought to play with them

the first time you brush them he gasps and leaks precum

from then on they become a regular part of your routine when playing with him

PLEASE CALL HIM A GOOD BOY!!!

the first time you do, his head is thrown back in ecstasy from your mouth on his cock, and when you pull up, you tell him to look at you while still stroking his cock, and you say "youre my good boy. cum for me my baby boy."

he immediately cums and is embarrassed for weeks, even with your reassurance that it was the hottest thing you've ever seen

speaking of head, he loves getting it but he absolutely enjoys giving it more

theres something so sexy about being able to lick you to completion

when he gets head, he's so lost in his own pleasure that he forgets to breathe and when he remembers, he takes deep breaths

is so in love with your body

he thinks your the hottest person he's ever seen

would probably want to call you mistress or momma. i dont make the rules

RIDE HIM RN

he loves when you're on top, it makes him feel so helpless

alright so: he definitely wants you to peg him

grip his hands and place them above his head, and shove his head into the mattress

anything

his fav position is with his ass up in the air with his head shoved in a pillow and his cock hanging pitifully untouched. shove your strap into his ass while he begs you to make him cum

grab his face and kiss him while he wails out from the pleasure

shove your tongue down his throat,,, something!!

IN THE ODD OCCASION HE IS FEELING DOMINANT!!

rare

but it happens

he isn't some hard dom who leaves you bruised up

he will take care of you just like he does when he's subbing, but he won't let you order him around

grabs your neck and just holds. not enough to prevent you breathing, but enough for you to know its there

still sloppy either way

with him, aftercare is a must

thing is: you can't leave him alone after he's finished subbing, as it sparks some trigger that brings him back to the bathroom, where, in his mind, lawrence left him to die

you have to take him with you

you found out after he cries out and practically tackles you begging you to not leave and to stay with him and to not abandon him

its alot of rambling, but once you get him to calm down, he is pretty embarrassed, but you understand

you tell him to get up and hold his hand, or hug, while walking to the bathroom

wiping a rag on his oversensitive cock to clean it and seeing his face scrunch up is ur fav thing

you might make him eat his cum out of you to clean you up, but it just depends on how he feels. and it might start up a whole nother round so its a gamble

he probably doesn't fall asleep immediately afterward, and will stay there stroking your hair while you sleep to remind himself you're there, you aren't leaving and you love him

LOTS OF LOVE YOU'S DURING AND AFTER!!

something about you telling him you love him does something: it might be from him feeling useless and like a burden

when he finally sleeps, he's the little spoon and he whispers a quick,"thank you"before nodding off

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS!!! I LOVE ADAM AND SAW AND AND pLS REQUEST SOMETHING!!

#love <3 absolutely love ugh #adam

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mdni 18+

content warning: dark!adam, manipulation and gaslighting, fingering, oral (fem recieving), pnv activities, mentions of other sex acts

blk coded! reader as always :)

okay look so boom hear me out...

dark manipulative! adam and dumb fem! reader right? adam gaslights the reader into thinking that she has a fever. feeling your forehead with his palm. "oh, baby you're so warm you must have a fever." he suggests to you gently thumbing your soft cheek feigning concern, lying through his fucking teeth. if anyone is sick it's him. "he just wants his princess to himself that's all", he convinces his conscience. he has you to call out of work for a week so he can give you a treatment of his own.

you already know where this is headed.

he tells his pretty girl that the only way she'll feel better is to cum on his cock throughout the day. well... his cock, along side his tongue, his fingers, even his thigh.

he has you bent over his knee fingers slipping in and out of you. making you squeal and whimper through your hand muffling your cute noises. landing a harsh slap on your ass he spreads your legs a bit rubbing faster between your slick folds. "feeling better, sweet girl?", he asks rubbing his hands along your outer thighs after a few minutes.

ooooooo~ bye i'm not normal abt him

#NEED #adam

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inertiabug · 5 months

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ugh i wanna write a DARK!adam fic but idk if y'all gonna vibe with it...

#i will 100% vibe with it. begging on my knees rn

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inertiabug · 6 months

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[CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] ‘GOOD LORD!’ [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] ‘WAAAAH WAAAAH’ [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] ‘WE’RE REPORTING LIVE-‘ [EXPLOSION] ‘MY LEG... MY LEG...’

#leigh whannell

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inertiabug · 6 months

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rewatching saw 0.5 and hearing the sounds he makes while in the reverse bear trap… ooh its got me thinking

pegging adam while gagging him with your panties <3 he’s lying on his stomach with you kneeling behind him, cock weeping as it grinds against the sheets with your every thrust, while you practically fuck him into the mattress. he’s whining and moaning like a bitch and heat, practically sobbing into the soaked panties

all he can do is chant “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” almost completely muffled by the fabric. you end up pulling him up by his chin, leaning over him to whisper into his ear, telling him what a dirty whore he is for letting you do this to him. for getting off on being fucked stupid with panties stuffed in his mouth. he only agrees, repeating whatever you say to him, anything that’ll get you closer to letting him cum

and don’t even get me started on facefucking him with your strap. i’m feral.

#ik its david in 0.5 but im thinking about adam rn. okay? okay.#adam stanheight smut #adam stanheight x reader #saw smut #thots

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inertiabug · 6 months

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people who think that scene of josh hutcherson licking the air while jerkin it in future man is an ick are the weakest links. i love pathetic men.

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inertiabug · 6 months

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A Different Kind of Compensation

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pairing: mike schmidt x fem!reader

prompt: you’ve been babysitting abby for mike nearly three months now. he constantly apologizes for not paying you yet, you constantly tell him it doesn't bother you. one night he comes back from his shift at freddy’s and has a different idea on how to compensate you for all of your hard work.

warnings: 18+, oral (fem receiving), vaginal fingering (kinda???), munch!mike.

word count: this was supposed to be a short dirty work that somehow turned into a 2.2k monster. told you i love to ramble.

authors note: remember when i said i might write smut if i was just so moved by an ask? well turns out my very first ask moved me. y'all are nasty, i love it. mike, of course, is a munch because why would he be anything else? i never, with a capital N, write smut so please bear with me if it sucks. i hope whoever requested this loves it! i wrote it instead of finishing my scientific article for bio so it better be decent hehe.

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The sound of the front door opening followed by heavy footsteps woke you up from where you were dozing off on the couch. You gazed at the clock on the side table near you and sure enough, 6:10 blinked back at you. Mike was finally home. You heard him shuffling around in the kitchen, most likely shedding his work vest and hanging his keys on the little hook by the door.

You yawned, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you sat up on the couch. The blanket you used to cover yourself falling to pool around your waist. Mike finally made his way to the living room, sitting on the couch with a soft grunt.

“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice rough from lack of use. “Abby eat anything?”

“Yeah, a little,” You mutter back through a barely concealed yawn, head lolling to rest on the back of the couch. “You know how she is.”

He hums in acknowledgement but stays silent apart from that, keeping his gaze trained on the infomercial playing on TV. A comfortable silence settles over the two of you. You sit up even further on the couch, leaning against the arm rest facing Mike. The blue/green hue of the TV bathed him in light, his hair was unruly with curls sticking out at awkward angles. He had deep bags under his eyes. Just as you thought about getting up to take off, he spoke up again.

“I promise I’ll get you the money,” he says softly, not taking his eyes off the TV, “I…I just need some time.”

You scoff in mock annoyance, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Mike, you know I don’t care about the money. I don’t mind doing this for you.” You reply, nudging his knee with your foot softly then just leaving it perched on his lap.

Mike finally turns to look at you, there's a strange look on his face that you can’t quite place, but you give him a small smile all the same. He stares at you for a few beats, you can practically see the gears turning in his head.

“You deserve something,” he whispers, his brows furrowed in frustration. “You do so much for me, it’s only fair.” As he speaks, he slowly moves his hand off the couch to your ankle still resting on his thigh, he starts rubbing slow circles over the skin there. His eyes never left yours as he touched you, a very obvious question in them. Asking if you wanted this.

Heat instantly rushed to your belly, cheeks turning a light shade of red at his touch. You’d always thought Mike was attractive, but you never would have imagined he’d want to be anything more than friends. Since he was already so busy with taking care of Abby and his hellish new job.

You swallow once before speaking, your throat feeling dry all of a sudden. “What are you suggesting?” You ask so softly, wondering if he even heard you. Mikes’ fingers stop in favor of trailing his hand up your calf in a featherlight touch, disappearing under the blanket to seek out more of your soft skin. Your heart is beating so fast you think you might die, the sound of it echoing in your ears loudly.

Mike's big brown eyes stare into yours with a newfound intensity, visibly shocked that you're reacting so viscerally to his touch, his pupils are blown to hell. Chocolate brown being swallowed by black. His tongue coming out to sweep over his top lip.

“How about you,” he says slowly, scooting closer to you on the small couch. He crowds into your personal space like he belongs there. Mike’s lips inches away from yours. He smells like old leather and dust from being cramped in the security office at Freddy’s. Your chest heaves as your eyes flit back and form from his eyes to his lips. Seconds drag by like hours as you painstakingly wait for him to finish his sentence. “Stay right there while I make you feel good.” He finally says, his breath fanning over your face hotly. You can’t even speak, afraid of how desperate you might sound, just nodding your head roughly once not looking away from his hungry gaze.

Mike’s hand runs up your leg quickly after you give him the green-light, slipping further under the blanket and higher up your leg until he reaches his destination. He rubs you gently through your shorts, your breath hitches sharply at what should be just a simple touch, but you’re still so worked up from earlier that it feels ten times more extreme. You grasp the blanket still strewn over your lap tightly in your fists, it's the only thing keeping you from seeing Mike’s hand at work between your legs.

Mike reacts to touching you for the first time like he can feel it too. His breath stutters out of his chest, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your wet folds through your thin cotton sleeping shorts. “Fuck.” He breathes out quietly, so quietly you doubt he even meant to say it out loud. He opens his eyes again, breathing slightly rougher as he stares at you through his arousal induced haze and heavy eyelids.

Seeing your face must spur him on because he starts rubbing with more fervor than before, his clever fingers applying more pressure making you moan softly. You cut yourself off quickly, eyes darting down the hall to Abby's bedroom door. It's still closed, there's no light leaking through the crack between it and the floor.

"Shit, Mike." You whine quietly.

Mike groans softly at the sound of his name leaving your lips, body trembling slightly with the feeling. Suddenly he wrenches his hand out from under the blanket, and rips it off your lap frantically. You gasp sharply at the cool air breaking through the bubble of warmth the blanket provided, involuntarily closing your legs.

Mike pushes up from his position on the couch next to you, knee walking over to so he's kneeling in-front of your clenched thighs. You're still slightly sprawled across the cushions, leaning on the arm of the couch.

"Do you know how crazy you make me?" He asks roughly, putting both his hands on your still closed knees. It takes a second for your brain to catch up to answer him, after a few moments you finally manage a faint shake of your head.

"No?" He asks, tilting his head to the left slightly. "Let me show you then."

Mike grabs your wrist, tugging you closer to him, and leads your hand down into his lap. Your breath catches in your throat when he places your hand directly over his clothed erection, but it gets drowned out by Mike's louder whine thanks to you touching him for the first time. You drag your eyes downward, his dark grey sweatpants leave little to the imagination. He got more worked up touching you than you first thought, if the wet patch forming near the tip of his hard-on was anything to go by.

As soon as you started to rub him with purpose, Mike grabbed your wrist, halting your efforts. "No," He said breathlessly, practically panting. "No, this is for you tonight. Just wanna focus on you."

He let go of your wrist, turning his head in your direction. Both of you failed to realize how close you'd gotten when he dragged you to him. Your noses practically touch when he turns, catching you both off guard. His eyes travel down to your lips, staring at how red and puffy they'd gotten from you biting them to muffle your moans.

"How sweet of you, Mike." You whisper, leaning in just a tad closer. He lets out a guttural groan and closes the distance between your lips, claiming your mouth with his own. He leans forward, gently guiding you to lay back on the couch. His body completely covering yours as the two of you makeout, his arms on either side of your head and his hips slotting against yours, letting you feel the hard length of his cock against your cunt. You moan into his mouth, your hips bucking up to meet his.

Mike breaks the kiss with a whine, trying to muffle the noise by shoving his face in your neck. You bring your hands up to tangle in his curly hair, yanking it roughly as he starts littering kisses all along your collarbones. Nipping and sucking in-between his gasping little moans as you twist and pull his hair in your grip.

He tears his mouth away to stare up at you through his lashes, his lips are swollen and red. “Please,” He gasps out, his hips unconsciously grinding down into your thigh. “Let me eat you out. Please. Tell me I can, say I can.” He babbles, hips rutting faster every second you don’t answer him.

“Yes.” You exclaim as quietly as possible. “Do it, Mike. Eat me out.”

Mike’s whole body shudders at your words, eyes falling closed for a second before he quickly slides down your body, leaving an odd kiss here and there as he goes. He brings his hands up to grip the waistband of your shorts, pausing to take a single steadying breath, then he tugs them down along with your panties and tosses them aside. He stares down at you in awe for a good few moments before he lays on his stomach, right in front of your dripping cunt.

Mike kisses along the inside of your thighs for a bit, licking everywhere but where you want him to the most. “Thank you.” he mutters, tone way too earnest for the situation at hand but you don’t have much time to think about it before he’s diving face first into your thighs.

“Fuck!” You let your voice get way too loud in the quiet atmosphere of the house, but you can’t help it. You didn’t think Mike had lots of experience because of some late night drunken talks before, but he was either lying or holding out. He works his tongue expertly along every inch of you. Every swirl, flick, or suck has you catapulting to the edge way faster than you’d imagined.

It doesn't help that Mike keeps letting out these noises. Small needy whines or deep guttural groans that you can feel. He’s moaning like he’s the one getting head, unashamed and authentic. It’s so fucking sexy.

“Shit Mike, I’m close. I’m so close.” You whisper too quietly for him to hear with his head trapped between your thighs, but it doesn’t matter. Mike brings his thumb up to lightly circle your clit as he laps against your entrance, and you're gone.

Your thighs shake as you release, grabbing on Mike’s hair for dear life as you go through the most intense orgasm ever. He moans into your cunt, working you through the aftershocks. He laves his tongue along you until the overstimulation gets to be too much and you drag his face away by his hair.

He sits up, the bottom half of his face covered in spit and slick. That visual alone is almost enough to get you ready for round two. It’s silent except for the heavy breathing coming from you both.

After he catches his breath, Mike retrieves the blanket from behind his back somewhere to cover the lower half of your body. Your thighs are still shaking as he lays next to you, it’s a tight squeeze but neither of you seem to mind. He kisses the side of your face sweetly, throwing his arm around your waist to pull you in even closer.

You finally regain enough conscience to speak. “Are you sure you don’t want to get off?” You ask, “I mean I can’t feel my legs but I’m sure we could think of something.” Mike only laughs quietly, shaking his head. “Maybe next time, this was about you.” He said, beginning to rub his fingers back and forth on your hip. “Plus I, uh, I already sort of…” He trails off, a flush forming on his cheeks.

It took you a second to realize what he was saying, but when it clicked you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your mouth. You lifted up the blanket covering the two of you, and sure enough Mike had an impressive wet patch seeping through his sweats.

He pinches your hip lightly, offended by your giggling. “Don’t laugh at me,” He complains with a smile, yanking the blanket back up. “I couldn’t help it.”

You stifle another laugh to the best of your ability though your shoulders still shake ever so slightly. You turn your head to press a kiss to his lips. It’s different from the previous kisses you shared tonight. It’s slower and softer, full of a new emotion that you both feel, but know that it can wait to be talked about later. For now you’re both just basking in the afterglow.

You break the kiss first, pulling back only slightly to lean your forehead against his. You both smile at each other for a second. “Okay,” You give in, brushing a strand of sweaty hair away from his face. “But believe that tomorrow is all about you.”

#aughh #him begging to eat her out… oh i’m not okay #mike

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