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blurb: how the slashers sleep w reader (leatherface)
bubba sawyer:
contrary to how he might starfish, the opposite
he curls into a ball to feel safe by himself
with you, he grabs you like an octopus.
you are his snuggable
you wake up and it is with him kissing you
thomas hewitt:
cant sleep without you. refuses it.
he sleeps in the shape of a plank. perfect room for you to cuddle him. his arm is always wrapped around you, and youre snuggled
cant sleep sometimes even if you are asleep
wakes up before you always and just admires you
kisses you a lot awake or not awake
every cuddle is so special to him
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Stumbled upon your blog, and Lord!! I was wanting to request slashers reactions to s/o squirting(I've recently become oddly interested in how each of them would react)
If you're uncomfortable with the concept please ignore!! Have a great day!
Oh I love some squirting!
NSFW MDNI 18+, gender neutral AFAB reader, racially ambiguous, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (any), Brahms Heelshire, Bo Sinclair, reader gets eaten out, overstimulation, lingerie, mild bdsm
Jason Voorhees
This man had already made you cum twice before he had his dick in you
The first time, he was fingering you on his lap and the second time he had you ride his face
Now he was deep inside your spent pussy, taking whatever he wanted
One hand stroking your cheek as you moan and whine his name while the other toyed with you clit
The whole time, Jason has maintained eye contact with you
His piercing gaze as he fucked into you like it would be the last time he had you beneath him made you absolutely lose yourself
You arched your back up from the mattress screaming his name
A jet of liquid splashed against his pelvis the entire time you came
Dripping down between your bodies and onto the sheets below
While Jason had stopped fucking his throbbing cock into you, he did rub your clit through the entirety of your squirting orgasm
The only time his eyes left your face was to watch the spray of fluid erupt from your pussy
He didn't know you could do that
And now that he did, he needed to have you do it again
Bo Sinclair
It was his goal the first time he got you under him
Fucks you senseless then has you ride him until you're crying from overstimulation
The sound of your sopping cunt plapping against his pelvis is music to his ears
He'll put you in every position known to man
Could probably add a couple chapter to the Kama Sutra with how he handles you
You always come out of his room wobbly and needing to sit on a donut pillow
Bo loves using toys on you just to see your reaction
Your pretty wrists bound to his headboard, vibrator on your clit, as he slowly pumps his cock into you
He's in no rush and just wants to watch his pretty little thing come undone for him
Bo places the vibrator onto the very tip of your clit making you scream out his name and sob from the intense pleasure
His thrusting picked up a bit excited to see how you reacted to the toy
Then you felt wetter
A lovely stream of squirt erupted from your pussy and onto his pelvis
Bo bit his lip holding back a low groan
Now he had you right where he wanted you
Michael Myers
You are pretty much his fleshlight
His main goal is to use your pretty little cunt as his own personal cum dump
If you get off on that then that's a happy accident on his part
Michael will pretty much take you anywhere at anytime
Your pussy is pretty much free real estate and Michael is ready to move in
Fat cock bullying your pussy open while he pushes you into a wall
He had already came in you once today, his previous load now getting fucked further into you
You were practically boneless and only being held up by Michael's hands on your hips and cock buried deep inside you
After he had made you cum this morning, you ended up playing with yourself a little bit using the cum he left in you
Your mind felt fuzzy and pink like you were sat in a cloud of pure bliss
You couldn't even be bothered with how your own squirt sprayed out of you and onto the floor in a puddle
But Michael noticed
And he knew that once he was finished in you he was going to make you lick your mess up off the floor
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms had you dressed up in some lacy white lingerie
Something you'd expect to hidden underneath a wedding dress as a surprise a bride had put on for the groom on the night of their wedding
He had pulled your garter off with his teeth and practically shoved his face into your pussy after
For a while he just laid between your legs mouthing at your clothed cunt and inhaling your scent
When Brahms wanted more, he practically ripped the panties off of you and dove into your cunt like a man starved
Sloppy and loud was the best way to describe it
But he made you cum anyway
Juices trailing down his chin being lapped up by his tongue
Again he needed just another taste
Then another
And another
His strong hands kept you legs pinned to the bed so you couldn't kick him away from your drooling pussy
Your orgasm felt like a kick to your stomach as juices erupted from your body
Brahms happily lapped up everything he could
Now he had to get you to do that again
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[Okay but virgin König that somehow knows exactly how to please you and have you cumming on his huge cock (or his mouth ) in under 15 min… ]
“Fuck!— fuck!” You screamed, gripping the bedsheets in front of you. You’d been on the edge for a few minutes now, thanks to your boyfriend König. For someone who claimed to be a virgin, he knew how to have you calling out his name and cursing like a mantra. He swore he had never been with another person, but god it felt like he already knew every sweet spot you had.
“Is it— it good, Liebe?” He asked, as if he couldn’t tell. His harsh pace slamming into your rear did not let up, and you could hardly answer his question.
“Fuck— yes, god! Please, Don’t stop!”
He heard you. He revelled in how you usually praised him, telling him he’s a good boy that fucks you so well and how he’s making you feel so so good. Constantly.
You could feel yourself teetering over the edge, as well as the fact you could feel your boyfriend’s curious eyes burning a hold through the back of your head, watching for any and every reaction.
“Fuck! König— fuck! Im gonna cum— oh god, oh fuck!! Oh my god!”
“Not— not yet, Liebling…please..” he asked.
Fuck.
What a sweetheart. Was he making you wait for him? He stopped for a second, using it to flip you onto your back so you were facing him. He looked a little shy — like he had something embarrassing to say.
“I want… I want to see you…” he said, through rough pants, as he began his brutal pace again. Your eyes were already rolling back in your head and your body was weak. You could only let out moans and begs, so you just nodded to König and let him use you like the fucktoy you are.
Not long later you could tell he was about to cum as his pace was getting sloppier and his breathing was getting heavier. He was letting out small whimpers and moans too, his eyes focused on you the whole time. You were holding yourself back so as to not cum too early. He asked you to wait, after-all.
“Fuck— Liebe— im… im gonna cum!” He said, his voice cracking.
Thank god.
You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you and it was driving you crazy. What sent you over the edge though, was König pressing his hand down on the bulge in your stomach. Right where his cock was. He didn’t slow down for a second, in fact, he fucked you rough into yours and his orgasm until you were a shaking mess on his bed and he was pinning you down with his muscular body, resting after such an intense fuck.
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Can we have where a female S/O with a fear of bees, when ever a bee flew close, Jason comforts her and keep her safe, then comes a time where she paused as she was under a wasp nest without realizing it, so Jason helps her back away/move forward. I have a fear of bees, and sometimes the people I know get annoyed, but I know Jason would be understanding, since I didn't have a problem with him being afraid of water.
Bees
Word count:604
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You were terrified of bees.
It was obvious especially when you would cower away at the sound of any buzzing that flew past your head, hiding behind Jason who would only look down at you in curiosity. When you finally told him about your childish fear, he accepted it. Well he did was give you a hug to let you know that he understood.
Everyone has their own fears, even he does too. And you accepted his fears without laughing or judging him. Anytime a bee came near you he’d let you hide behind him or would swat it away, if he got stung he wouldn’t feel it but would be confused if you began to freak out over the bee sting on his arm or hand. He secretly liked it when you came to him for protection even if it was the smallest things like a bee.
On a particular day you wanted to go walking. He followed since he could never say no to you. Especially when you beg to at least walk around the forest. It eases his mind, but he’ll never admit it. Walking hand in hand while pointing out the small critters that crawled through the trees and even ran away from them out of instinct. After a while of walking something caught your eye, a single flower. You didn’t see much flowers or even a dandelion, so it made you smile at the large daisy by the tree.
You let go of your giant boyfriend’s hand to get the flower, gently picking it out of the grass to show your boyfriend proudly. “Jace look!” You exclaimed. “I found a flower!”
Jason gave you a thumbs up while you scanned the grass for more flowed to pick. What you didn’t realize was that you’re standing right above a bee hive. The rapid buzzing filled Jason’s ears and he looked around before tilting his head up to see the large bee hive right above your head, no bees were flying around it thankfully.
He moved his hands around frantically to get your attention. You looked up at him after finding three more flowers from the ground.
“Something wrong Jace?” You asked with a slight worried tone in your voice.
His blue eyes widened through the hockey mask, he knew that if he pointed towards the hive you’d freak out. Shaking his head no while motioning for you to walk to him. You scanned his face to find some sort of emotion, but you didn’t find anything, you couldn’t tell if he was freaking out or was scared of something else. You walked closer to him and grabbed his arm to support him, instead of letting you hold him he picked you up instead.
It made you yelp in surprise, gently putting his chin in your head as his own way of protecting you in his arm. Turning his body so you could see the bee hive that you were standing under. You froze, eyes flickering from the bee hive to Jason. “I..was under that?”
He nodded.
You didn’t know whether to be scared or relieved. By the way Jason was holding onto you he wanted you to remain calm since you weren’t under it anymore. Smiling to yourself and reached up to place a kiss to his mask cheek as your way of saying thank you. “Thank you Jace.” He turned around to continue the walk with you in his arms.
He refused to put you down, even when you nearly whined to be put down, he put you down when you both went back to your shared cabin.
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Reacting to his S/O crying because they couldn't fit into his shirt.
Pairing : Lester x NB!reader
Genre : Small angst to fluff, body positivity, him just being a pure sweetheart.
• body positivity • reviews appreciated •
It had been over a year that you left everything behind to settle down in Ambrose with the Sinclair brothers, and it had been a couple of months that you started to date the youngest of the three of them, Lester. The two of you were one could call a match made in heaven. You complemented each other so well. After starting off as good friends, he was the one who found the courage to face his fears to ask you out. You were his first partner, he often felt anxious about doing things wrong with you.
Which is why when you started to cry when he put down his jacket on your shoulders on a night where the two of you were having a picnic outside of town, he immediately got so scared. You had been rubbing your arms, trying to warm yourself up for quite a while already, cursing down at yourself for forgetting your own jacket back home. He just wanted to help you, to warm you like a real gentleman would do. That what he saw on TV, he thought it was the right thing to do. Yet, it seemed he was wrong.
As he was trying to apologize, you shook your head, stuttering. You felt safe enough with him to open your heart, to tell him why the fact he put his jacket on your shoulders made you react this way.
“It’s not you Les, I’m sorry, it’s me. I…”
It wasn’t easy to find your words. While you were perfectly aware of how your body looked, you knew that he saw you as the most beautiful creature of this world. But that wasn’t how you saw yourself. Struggling to find your words, to explain how you felt about yourself, you were surprised that he didn’t try to interrupt you to reassure you right away. Don’t get it wrong, that was what he wanted to do as soon as you started to speak, but he didn’t. He listened diligently to you, gently rubbing the small of your back.
Even though you accepted the fact that you’re overweight, it hurt not to be able to wear your boyfriend's clothes. It was something you always dreamed of doing, but none of what he owned was large enough for you to fit in. That was what pained you the most at this point.
A couple of days later, you’ll find him wearing your clothes, no matter the gender of them. After all, for him, just like for you, clothes were genderless. That way, you both could share clothes. There were no longer “your own” or “his”, there were “yours”.
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Reacting to his S/O crying because they couldn't fit into his shirt.
Pairing : Lester x NB!reader
Genre : Small angst to fluff, body positivity, him just being a pure sweetheart.
• body positivity • reviews appreciated •
It had been over a year that you left everything behind to settle down in Ambrose with the Sinclair brothers, and it had been a couple of months that you started to date the youngest of the three of them, Lester. The two of you were one could call a match made in heaven. You complemented each other so well. After starting off as good friends, he was the one who found the courage to face his fears to ask you out. You were his first partner, he often felt anxious about doing things wrong with you.
Which is why when you started to cry when he put down his jacket on your shoulders on a night where the two of you were having a picnic outside of town, he immediately got so scared. You had been rubbing your arms, trying to warm yourself up for quite a while already, cursing down at yourself for forgetting your own jacket back home. He just wanted to help you, to warm you like a real gentleman would do. That what he saw on TV, he thought it was the right thing to do. Yet, it seemed he was wrong.
As he was trying to apologize, you shook your head, stuttering. You felt safe enough with him to open your heart, to tell him why the fact he put his jacket on your shoulders made you react this way.
“It’s not you Les, I’m sorry, it’s me. I…”
It wasn’t easy to find your words. While you were perfectly aware of how your body looked, you knew that he saw you as the most beautiful creature of this world. But that wasn’t how you saw yourself. Struggling to find your words, to explain how you felt about yourself, you were surprised that he didn’t try to interrupt you to reassure you right away. Don’t get it wrong, that was what he wanted to do as soon as you started to speak, but he didn’t. He listened diligently to you, gently rubbing the small of your back.
Even though you accepted the fact that you’re overweight, it hurt not to be able to wear your boyfriend's clothes. It was something you always dreamed of doing, but none of what he owned was large enough for you to fit in. That was what pained you the most at this point.
A couple of days later, you’ll find him wearing your clothes, no matter the gender of them. After all, for him, just like for you, clothes were genderless. That way, you both could share clothes. There were no longer “your own” or “his”, there were “yours”.
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✧˖°. Simon Riley who is almost impossible to shop with; you'd think for a trained soldier the man would have a little discipline, but when it comes to you, he is as unhinged as it gets.
You peek out of the dressing room and you're asking him how this dress looks on you, and he just has to squeeze his massive frame into the tiny stall to bunch the fabric of the dress at your waist so he can get his cock into you as quickly as possible. He pulls your panties to the side, spits on his hand and down onto his cock as he lines himself up with your (shamefully) soaked cunt and he pushes in until he's hilted into your wet heat.
Fingers in your mouth pressing down on your tongue while he fucks you in shallow, short thrusts, grinding his tip against your g-spot until you're seeing stars, silken walls clenching around his meaty girth. Simon shushing you, telling you to be quiet when he's the one groaning out curses under his breath into your ear, telling you not to tighten up too much or he'll be cumming inside you too quickly, and he wants to savor this moment with you.
It ends with you two at the checkout counter, panties soaked with cum as some trickles down your inner thighs you clench together shamefully, Simon paying for the dress you're now wearing because he wouldn't let you take it off.
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tw somno, dubcon
könig using your pussy as a soothing agent for his nightmares. :(
you convince yourself it makes sense. he sees you as proof of everything good in the world, the one and only thing dear to him. sometimes when he sleeps his subconscious convinces him he’s still out on the battlefield, replaying his worst, most unlivable moments. so when he wakes up and needs something real and good to cling onto, simply clutching you tighter in his heavy arms isn’t enough. he complains that he can never get you as close as he needs you, so in moments like these it’s not uncommon to wake up to him slipping inside your soft, pliant pussy. all he has to do is lift your leg up and ease into your sleeping body from behind, and he rationalizes it by saying that it wouldn’t be so easy if you didn’t want it. it’s like your pussy is könig-shaped, always so accommodating for him.
“köni—?” you whine pathetically, brain still foggy from sleep. “bad dream?”
you hear him whimper at that through his heavy huffs. it’s still up for debate who’s more vulnerable in these moments. “shhh. let me have this, engel. you’re too far away.”
not having the energy to question him, you sigh and shift your ass back, taking advantage of how relaxed your body is to close the gap and spear yourself fully on his big cock. “‘m right here. you have it.” you comfort him lazily, eyes still closed as you clutch the large hand that comes to rest on your stomach, plastering you against his warm chest. “go back to sleep.”
you’ll make sure he’s okay in the morning, but for right now you let him take what he needs. it’s not like you could ever understand the psychological effects of warfare, it’s the least you can do for your hardworking boyfriend :(
“so good to me, so perfect.” he kisses the back of your head reverently, cock twitching inside of you. he ignores every impulse in body that’s telling him to fuck into you with all his strength, instead mindlessly grinding his hips as deep inside you as he can reach, holding onto you and soothing himself with the feeling of being encompassed by your sweet warmth.
it’s always just as mind blowing to him as the first time; how quickly your pussy is able to comfort him, putting him to sleep in more ways than one. if that isn’t proof enough of how meant for him you are, he doesn’t know what is…
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König & his demonic back shots are plaguing my thoughts 😣😣
Warnings: 18+, this is pure filth so like yeah🤨 König x female reader, p in v, just a short blurb ୨୧
Cause I know damn well this man would give the FILTHIEST back shots. Like you feel like your being resurrected every time he slams you onto his cock.
“Maus- oh fuuuuck…” He groaned, drilling into you with so much force the bed shook.
You were moaning and screaming into the pillow, your backside being held up completely by him. He manhandled you on his cock like a doll, mindlessly slamming into your cunt over and over like he was trying to fuck the demons right out of his body.
He reached down and circled your waist, holding you up with just one arm. With his free hand he rubbed at your clit, always making sure you feel good no matter how pussy-drunk he is. The man is just so big—it feels like he’s everywhere. If you didn’t know any better you’d assume he was reaching all the way down to your throat. The slight pain of him slamming into your cervix overwhelmed your senses and heightened the pleasure along with the feeling of him playing with your clit. You doubted either of you were making it there after this but you could have swore you saw a flash of heavens gates every time he plunged into you.
He spread your legs wider and angled his thrusts to meet that spongey spot inside you every time his pelvis met your ass with an audible slap ! Even the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall wasn’t enough to drown out both your noises. This was definitely gonna earn you a noise complaint—tho it was worth it for the mind blowing orgasm that washed over you when that coil in your stomach finally snapped.
You came all over his cock, leaving a sticky white ring around the base of it that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of every time he slid his thick cock in and out again. With a pathetic whimper you never thought you’d hear come out of a man of his size, he pressed into you as deep as your body would let him and came hard.
So much of his seed was stuffed inside you that it began to flow out, dripping all over both of your thighs. Before you could complain, he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight. It felt like being stuck under a city bus, but you just sighed and let him have this one.
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18+ MDNI
imagine you're just chilling with simon on the couch watching trash tv while his hands rest on your waist
but one hand starts to drift lower and lower into your panties and his rough fingers begin to lazily toy with your clit, pinching and circling the sensitive bud
and his other hand trails higher under your shirt, playing with your boobs, kneading the soft flesh
you're just so warm and soft he can't help it :(
all the while his lips are pressed to your ear, cooing praises like "You're so pretty, baby... so soft... such a good girl f'me... jus' sittin' back and lettin' me play with you."
and now you're all worked up and whimpering, leaning closer into his touch
your pretty pussy all wet with your slick, begging to be filled up :(
and he rewards you by inserting two thick fingers into your weeping cunt
"Simon!" you gasp as he rolls and twists his calloused fingers against your sensitive sticky walls
he scissors his fingers inside you, making your sopping pussy squelch
your cheeks start to heat up at the sound
but soon the combination of his hand on your breasts, rough fingers rolling your perky pretty nipples between them and the pumping of his fingers inside your tight wet pussy makes your brain all foggy
and you're too far gone to care as your slick walls start to tighten around his fingers
"let go, baby. cum f'me." he murmurs while picking up the pace
and the all-consuming wave of your orgasm washes over you with a loud moan as your milky white cream coats his fingers
and he licks them clean off your juices
then brings his fingers to your lips and you lick the mix of your cum and his saliva off his fingers
i need him so bad it's not a joke anymore :(
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Pussy Drunk Thomas Hewitt - Drabble
Thomas Hewitt x FEM!Reader
Tags: established relationship, cunnilingus, forced orgasms, talk of bruises, wet and messy, squirting, dacryphilia, overstimulation
Word count: 1.1k
fucking obsessed with the idea of Thomas getting absolutely, down bad, pussy-drunk as soon as he gets a taste
like his virgin-ass being too afraid of hurting you to fuck you at first and getting on his knees for you. he gets a taste, kind of pulls back and licks his lips and you can see his pupils dilate and his eyes fucking glaze over and he just falls face first into your pussy
sloppy, wet, spit slick, hungry oral from that man. his teeth bump into you in all the right ways sometimes. one moment he's whimpering into you and the next he's grumbling and trying to get his tongue deeper and deeper into you to taste more
and it does not matter to him when you beg for him to slow down and how you can't cum anymore. because you keep dripping on his face and tongue and making wonderful noises and you just taste so fucking good, how could he stop??
his arms wrap around your thighs and he holds onto them hard and firm and keeps you pulled close to his face. you can feel that it's gonna bruise and you're going to cherish those bruises for days
he doesn't even notice how hard he's gripping you because he's trying to get all of his senses filled with you. he tastes, smells and feels nothing but you. the only thing his ears can focus on are your moans and whimpers. his hands massage your thighs periodically and when he opens his eyes it's just to look at your face, thrown back in pleasure. the only thing better is when you're looking down at him with tears in your eyes, still moaning for him
Tommy is completely drunk off your taste. he loves the feeling of your pussy on his tongue and he loves the little whining groan you let out when he sucks on your clit
now, when he keeps going and going and your hand in his hair trying to push him away finally falls to your side, he doesn't even realize what he's doing next. it's all out of instinct when his hands readjust so his arms stay wrapped around your thighs but his thumbs are spreading open your folds. that's when he really loses it
because he can get his tongue even deeper like that. he can bury it inside you and find the spot that makes you drip a little more and that makes you moan all broken and needy. once he finds it he abuses the fuck out of it. keeps licking over it, poking at it with his tongue and savoring every drop of you that spills into his mouth
and then. his holy grail. you grab his hair again and moan louder. you're sobbing and begging him to slow down because it feels different this time. he doesn't listen of course. all he knows is you're about to do that thing again where he can feel your pussy flutter and twitch and your thighs squeeze around him and your moans get all whimpery
he keeps going until your hips lift up into him. he stays attached to your pussy and keeps doing what he's doing, knowing he can't stop. needs to keep going to get you to do that thing
suddenly you gasp and go completely quiet. then you moan so loud it's almost a scream. a sobbing sort of thing that's absolutely gorgeous to him. on top of that your hips start wildly shaking along with your legs and your pleasure starts gushing out of you
Tommy moans into your juices and gets closer if that's even possible at that point. he shakes his head so he rubs over your clit side to side while he keeps his tongue abusing that spot inside you. and fuck does he get drenched. he swallows down as much as he can of you and whimpers into it. anything he can't get, drips down his face and drenches his shirt and lap
once you come down you realize he's still going and you can't handle it anymore. you start crying more and weakly kicking your legs out which finally makes Tommy look up. he sees your devastated face and while he thinks the sweat mixed with tears and drool, as well as the tortured pleasure in your eyes is a heavenly sight, he listens to your weak pleas
he finally pulls away and you sigh in relief. Tommy stays away from your pussy (as much as he hates it) and spends his time licking your thighs clean. just a minute away from your pussy makes him whimper and look up at you pleadingly. your legs are still shaking and you shake your head at him
so Tommy whines and starts biting your thighs instead, getting closer and closer to your pussy until he's mouthing right next to it. you're shaking and sweating and still losing a coupe tears when he licks flat over your clit once. then your back arches and you gasp, trying not to make too loud a noise
you know if you moan he's gonna start again and you think he might actually kill you that time. he softly licks over your clit again, wraps his lips around it and you slap a hand over your mouth. but Tommy sees your lack of noise as a sign to keep going and starts sucking on your clit. when his teeth graze over it your hand whips away from your mouth to his hair and you yell out a moan that ends with a broken whine
immediately you know you're in for it. Tommy moans happily and grabs your thighs hard once more. he dives into you again and gets back to his sloppy, needy and enthusiastic pace without hesitation. all you can do is moan, whimper and whine as Tommy makes you see stars over and over again
he's obsessed with making you squirt on his face and listening to your whimpers as he tastes you. he loves the feeling of your heartbeat in your clit, pounding against his tongue
sometimes you can't get him off of your pussy until he's had at least a couple hours of his way with you. he's obsessed with your pussy and a single taste makes him entirely lose his mind. he'd do anything to fall to his knees in front of you
he would spend forever between your thighs if it was up to him
your pussy is his paradise and his salvation. every gush of your juices is a baptism of wonder. you are his goddess and he worships you at every turn
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Reminder that Thomas would totally bring you cool stuff he finds on his victims.
Necklace? It’s yours.
Some stuffed animal? Yours.
You said their shirt looked cool? Yours.
Bonus: yes, he picks flowers for you.
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♡ slashers scenarios | your first time together is…your first time
♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2006), slashers (general)
♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt
♡ reader; gender neutral - i tried to be ambiguous but where i couldn’t be, i gave an option for both sets of parts uwu
♡ cw; sex (this is smut my friend), a little bit of implied breeding kink, possessiveness
♡ notes; what it says on the tin; you lose your virginity the first time you have sex with your stabby bf. i can only dream 😔
also, probably the last fic with a random selection of characters , i have the poll results n everything. vincent was the winner and brahms three percent behind him, so they’re being added to a-team permanently
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Brahms Heelshire
> he’s relieved when you tell him you haven’t gone that far before
> because he’s a virgin too, and probably more nervous than you are
> he’s eager though- he’s always eager when it comes to you
> he pulls you on top, grabbing your hips and grinding up on you as you kiss
> and then he urges you to use his face- fuck it or sit on it, depending on what you’re working with
> and while your hesitant, not wanting to overwhelm him for his first time
> but god, he’s a good little sub, and he loves every second of it
> after he’s made you cum, he pulls away- practically still drooling, and begs for you to touch him
> he bucks up into your hand immediately, already so hard he’s twitching
> if he lasts more than a few pumps, he flips you, seeming shy to pin you, but trying his best
> and he has to take a breather to make sure he doesn’t immediately cum inside you
> he’s slow at first, literally shaking
> and for your first time, it’s all missionary- he needs to watch your face, making sure he’s doing a good job
> and making sure he tells you how pretty you are
> he cums first, he just can’t help it- but he’s not at all hesitant to replace his cock with his fingers
> and he makes sure you cum at least twice more, using his mouth again if he needs to
> by the time you finally catch your breath, he’s already more than ready for round 2
Micheal Myers
> he’s already pushing you to your knees in front of him when you manage to tell him
> he pauses- he’s not sure what to do
> he’s always rough.
> and he’d been rough with you thus far
> he rubs your cheek softly and huffs- and at first you think he’s going to put a stop to things for the day
> until he throws you over his shoulder, giving your ass a playful squeeze in the process
> of course he’s not going to fuck you on the porch like an animal
> not for your very first time at least
> he drops you on the bed and takes his mask off
> it’s not the first time you’ve seen him without it, but it’s still special
> he teases you, hands all over your body as he carefully watches your reactions
> he has you in your undies when he finally gets impatient and goes back to his usual selfishness
> he had you get on your knees again- this time more gently coaxing, and guides you through taking him
> and for the record, there’s a lot to take
> before you have him too needy he lays you down
> you can tell this is going to be a once in a while thing, so you savor the sight of him between your thighs
> he eats you out/rims you like it’s his goddamn job, staring up at you all the while
> it’d be creepy if he wasn’t so good at what he was doing
> if you insist on missionary, he’ll let you this time
> but he wants you doggy so he can watch you take him inch by inch
> this boy has so much stamina
> you cum three times before he finally pulls out, painting your back
> you try to sit up but he doesn’t let you- he’s not done with you
> not even close
Thomas Hewitt
> something about his eyes darken when you tell him you’re a virgin
> he’d never be the one to initiate something first - he’s far too scared of crossing your boundaries to lead like that
> so if you’re telling him, it’s probably because you’re telling him you want him to take your virginity
> and even though he never believed in the Bible, or the sexist shit Hoyt always spouted
> he’s possessive, and if something about being your first is exciting. it was another part of you that’d be all his
> before you know it the man is ripping your clothes off. like literally ripping.
> he manhandles you- unintentionally, but it’s hard for him not to with your size difference
>he spreads your thighs wide apart and goes to town
> he goes down on you again, and again, and again and—
> by the time he sits up you’re already overstimulated
> but it’s his turn, and he’s eager to take it
> you can feel how huge he is through his pants, and your jaw drops when you see him
> “Tommy, that won’t fit”
> he huffs, amused through his mask and nuzzles you reassuringly
> he starts in missionary, but then he pushes your legs up into a full mating press
> he fucks into you deep and hard, going faster until you’re babbling nonsense
> he pulls your hair and makes you look him in the eye as he cums inside
> and when he does pull out, you can feel it dripping from you
> he looks at it and then up at you excitedly, and you know what he wants
> again
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♡ tommy gets jealous | oneshot
♡ fandom; Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003/2006)
♡ characters; Thomas Hewitt
♡ reader; gender neutral
♡cw; mentions of kidnapping and violence, don’t date people who want to slash you irl not a good foundation for a relationship
♡notes; I put on my big boy panties and wrote something other than a bulleted list!!
I just love a good “i trust you but i sure as fuck don’t trust anybody else” type jealously trope. Also some Tommy doing ASL!! We love a (selectively?) mute king.
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You were an oblivious person. Most of the time, anyways. You’d been totally shocked when Luda Mae didn’t let you leave the night you arrived at the Hewitt house, totally shocked when Charlie told you Thomas was obsessed with you, and more surprised still that Charlie had been right.
You weren’t stupid— you put two and two together that these folks were cannibals as soon as you saw the basement. You nearly talked Monty into letting you go, and you slipped your restraints a couple times before you were settled in. You’d done well in school and still could read a book in one sitting.
Maybe… socially inept was a better word, harsh as it sounded. It was only people that you had a such a hard time with. You trusted them, but you could almost never wrap your head around what they were thinking.
Like the customers that stayed too long . It happened a lot. Bikers and tourists and all sorts of folks would stop in when you were working in the convenience store, and usually more than once a day a man would stay leaned on the counter, chatting away until his buddies were about to leave him. Sometimes they’d be alone, and Luda would give you a break early and they’d go off looking all huffy.
It very rarely occurred to you that the men were trying to flirt. You didn’t think of yourself as someone that happened to- and treated all customers the same. Why would they think you wanted to bang em when all you did was smile? Being nice was part of your job.
Luda Mae payed no mind to the men or your conversations. If there’d been any cause for concern, she’d be able to quash it very easily. But she found it endearing, especially your confusion and apathy when they did get balls enough to be blunt . In her mind you were so devoted to Thomas that other men were just nuisances.
That’s why no one had mentioned it to Thomas. He rarely came up to help now that you were there to help Luda Mae, but today there was extra stock, and her joints had been aching from the weather. You were on register, Luda Mae relaxed in a rocker on the porch, and Tommy stalked the aisles and put out trinkets and canned food and all the other junk you sold. You were trying not to go distract him and stood leaned over the counter, doodling on some scrap paper between customers.
“Well hello darlin,” A man drawled, hands on his belt buckle. He was trying too hard to be a real Texan, but he wasn’t from up North like you. “You got any cigarettes back there?”
“Sure do! Let’s see… got Camels, Lucky Strike- I really like these ones, the Salems, they’re menthol-“
“You look too sweet to smoke. I’ll take the Camels,”
“Well, only do it on special occasions,” you shrugged, not paying much attention as Thomas stalked towards the front “Anything else?”
“Well. That depends.”
“On?”
“If you’re free or not tonight.”
You blinked, then furrowed your brow “You tryna ask me out?”
“Well I- oho shit!” The man laughed uncomfortably as he noticed Thomas right behind him “You scared me there big guy-“
He huffed and slunk behind the counter as the man nervously tried to get back on topic “Anyways… ahem…so about that date-?”
You huffed and out a hand on your hip “Well, depends?”
He perked up a bit “On what?”
“If you can beat my boyfriend in a fight.” On cue Thomas wrapped his arms around you from behind, growling as he hooked his chin on your head.
The man quickly turned tail and mumbled something about being out of practice, forgetting the cigarettes completely. You could feel Tommy relax and turned to let him pick you up and set you on the counter. Even then you weren’t eye to eye with the giant of a man…but it was closer, and you liked feeling tiny anyway.
“…hi baby.” You cooed and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck. He huffed and nuzzled you, as he often did as a form of reassurance. You giggled and pecked his mask “Annoying, right?”
He nodded and scowled, keeping his grip tight on your hips
“…what’s wrong?”
He hesitated but pulled back to sign ‘Mine. All mine. Right?’
You giggled again “Of course! All yours- always.”
He smiled softly- the sort of expression only you could coax out of him ‘Always’
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PRINCESS TREATMENT WITH SIMON RILEY
or, simon 100% gives his partner princess treatment and you cannot tell me otherwise
➼ Hand on your thigh while he's driving, always. Thumb working circles on the skin, soft glances thrown your way until you catch him staring and giggle telling him to "look at the road, idiot!" You playfully hit his arm and he laughs, a true, full bodied laugh.
➼ Kisses your hand, all the time. He either does it with shaking reverence, lashes fluttering shut, or with his eyes burning with lust. He likes how your hand looks in his, something about his fingers being larger than yours gets him going.
➼ Lavishes your neck with kisses, whether they be pecks to your pulse point or bruises sucked into the delicate skin. He loves the way you shiver when his stubble rubs against your neck, when your throat arches back in his hold.
➼ Secretly loves it when you leave lipstick marks on his neck and face. He'll take pictures of him to remember when he's on a mission, lip prints on his cheeks and his lips stained red.
➼ Brushes and braids your hair. He knows you can do it yourself, but he loves to do it for you. Has your whole haircare routine memorized (and he's working on skincare too). Sometimes, he'll spend hours weaving intricate braids into your hair while you talk about everything and nothing.
➼ Soft pleasure dom, you're bratty and he's fucking whipped for you, he'll give you whatever you want. loves it when you sit on his face, even though you're shy about it. lives for the moment your thighs close around his head, wishes he could suffocate there, just a little bit.
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Okay, but- Simon 'Ghost' Riley who's non-traditional in many things, apart from the wedding day.
Simon who refuses to spend the night with you before the wedding bc he wants you to have a full night to decompress and relax before the big day.
Simon who walks around before the ceremony with his hands over his eyes in case he happens to run into you before meeting you at the altar.
Simon who bitches out Johnny and Kyle who accidentally catch a glimpse of you as they're leading a blind Simon around the venue to avoid him getting a glimpse of you.
Simon who has never been nervous for anything in his life, maybe besides proposing to you, but is a nervous wreck leading up to the ceremony.
Who can be seen getting a pep-talk from Papa Price, reassuring Si in the final moments before the ceremony takes place.
Simon who is mostly stoic and well-composed, but is tearing up at the start of the song you chose to walk down the aisle to.
And sobs silently when he finally sees you in your gown.
Simon who took dances lessons in the last two months leading up to the wedding, so he could dance comfortably with you for the First Dance and much through the night.
Simon who steals his phone back from Johnny to get his own candid photos of you enjoying the reception.
Simon who is absolutely hammered after the reception and afterparty, but the big brute is determined to carry you through the threshold.
Means: he carries you from the car, into your shared home, and upstairs.
Drunken laughter fills the room as he carries you in his big, strong arms.
"Si, my foot! You're gonna tear it off!" you laugh out as your heels get caught in the banister of the stairs.
"'s fine, don't worry, lovie." he reassures you, "Damn heels," he grumbles under his breath, pulling your foot free, accidentally bumping your head into the wall when he jerks back, causing another round of uncontrollable laughs.
:,)))))
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Simon Riley who loves coming home to his little housewife, standing in front of the oven with a cute pink gingham apron tied around her waist.
Like the good husband he was, he always helped around the house and cooked for her when she was sore or tired…but god, he loved that apron. When she'd gaze up at him with those beautiful eyes, that sweet smile that he could always pull out of her just made his day. Coming home to such a sweet sight was better than any desert she could ever feed him.
Simon Riley who loves when he comes home sore and tired, letting out a gruff 'hey' in response to her sweet voice beckoning from the kitchen…when she'd treat him so well and take care of him with a massage or his favorite dinner. Despite being married for quite some time, he still was surprised how she could ever love and treat a man like him. He'd been tortured in so many ways possible it was always a mind-blower to see him smile or be happy, he'd killed dozens…even hundreds of people with his own bare hands.
But she still loved him.
Simon Riley who tries to be as gentle as he can with her despite his rough interior and lifestyle, even when she says it's okay to be rough with her. His big and scarred hands massaging the fat of her hips while pressing kisses to her oh so beautiful thighs he loved the most.
Simon Riley, who loves her too much. <33
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