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𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 note: I came back from 2 month hiatus go me! anyways ur gonna see me post more on diff fandoms other than horror. sorry bout that guys love u all tho

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧

Your window was open for everyone to see, the curtains being put aside, and with that he could easily take a peek at you.

The mirror light bulb shined upon your skin as you were carefully putting your highlighter around the corner of your eyes. The little specks of glitter and your rosy lip balm complimented your looks, and your hair was put in a tidy style. People would assume you were going on a date. A hookup, a party or the bar. But instead, you were staying home tonight. Why? For your job, which was to open the camera and say hello to your followers.

As you finished your foundation and last touch ups, you started setting up the camera in your computer. Browsing from each web page, and quickly announcing that you were going live for all your fans to flock to your stream. You were grateful for your followers, for the money, but as well as them giving the new found confidence you have nowadays. Your outfits had become more flashier, bold and a bit more risque, and he didn’t like that. Your smile lingered on more, and you received more texts than usual, and he didn’t like that. Your new height of fame and laughter was making you less alert. And that was the only thing he liked, knowing that one day you’ll meet your number one fan, which was him.

He couldn’t lie though, the outfits weren’t so bad, he just wished you wouldn’t have to flaunt it to others. Or that pretty gasp you have on camera when you play a horror game, he wished that you were doing that as he put his knife into you instead. He wished, for everything that you were doing, to those stupid men in the same doormat as you, to those girls who were forcing you to party, to those pesky followers who abide by you no matter what you say; was for him instead. And he wanted so much of you. Even if you didn’t know him, and he was there in front of your house right now as you stream, he wanted you to smile for him as well.

It's been months he's been watching you, he knows what coffee you like, what route you take to go to your lecture, what you order in that nearby bakery. He knows who you interact with in real life, your study friends and your family members, he knows which albums you loved when you went to the vinyl store. And he knows what you do at home. You yell and shout at the game, you make niche jokes about your interests to chat. You scroll down in your constant approvals from the masses, you converse to other creators from an entirely different place of the world.

He knows your two lives. And he found it endearing, found it to be so different from all the other victims he had. When nobody knows what you say and what you are in real life, he does. When nobody on the internet knows what location you were at and what you were studying, he does. He found it so special. Of course, he came into the conclusion he was truly your biggest fan. Whether you put that stupid mask on and off, and you become insane from your two lives blurring into another, he’ll have front row seats to such an event. How sweet.

Ghost_F: Nice shirt cupcake.

“Oh Ghostie! You’re too sweet.” You responded in a flush state. To be honest, you always laughed at the nickname you gave to this fan. You gave this name after he became such a vital follower in the past four months. You can say he was rapidly coming close to being your most noticeable one, after he constantly catches up with your streams daily. He was also giving a hectic amount of money, where you had no clue coming from. Well, he didn’t want you to know that money came from the victims he murdered with cold blood. Maybe next time.

Ghost_F: Whatcha doin’?

“Mhm? I don’t know Ghostie. I believe I’m just gonna talk today. How bout it, chat?” That shirt on you was slowly hanging more down as you face more to the screen, he could see that bra he saw a week ago on a night. It looked good on you. Although, it would’ve been better if there weren't eighty people seeing this as well.

And to his annoyance, your followers agreed to the idea. You were just gonna sit there and stay pretty, which he didn’t mind, but he would rather hear your screams again as you play a game. But, you don’t need a horror game for today. He’ll find a way to help you yelp and cry later.

“Alright chat, let's check the timeline for today- Uh.” You turn your head.

There was a knock on the door. Package delivery? You didn’t order anything. You stand up out of your seat and open your door. There was nothing on the ground. Probably one of those annoying college dudes who prank dorms.

“Sorry, chat! There was a knock on the door. But it was nothing! God, my neighbors are assholes.”

You continued to your stream and shrugged it off as if nothing had happened. You casually just scrolled down onto your posts and saw what was happening to the latest news of your favorite games and movies. Small comments back and forth, making you chuckle, but nothing out of the ordinary. Until one viewer sent out a message in chat.

“Don’t you get scared at night? There's like a killer running around in the streets of your state.”

A fan warned. You heard about the murders happening around the state, especially in your town. But you didn’t seem to be phased by it, knowing how much serial maniacs plague this country with states such as Illinois and Ohio, you became desensitized. Though, you didn’t know so much about the recent papers about this prolific guy.

“Well, I don’t know much about him.” Your chat quickly was then filled with information and rumors. Some say he came from the deep levels of hell, sadistic and twisted. Others told how he looked, how he was covered with a ghastly mask and a dark cloak hiding his figure. More talked about the victims, how they were left in a bloody gruesome mess. Word around the street, he goes by the name Ghostdface, because of his uncanny mask. All in all, it freaked you out a little. This man is out free swinging his knife and no police were able to catch him. You started getting paranoid.

Ghost_F: You guys are scaring her. Sweets, don’t listen to them.

“Yeah, chat! I don’t even go out at night, I stay home and talk to you guys. And the likely chance of me getting snatched, is pretty low” You giggle it off.

“Anyways, I’m probably not his type.” You were so wrong.

As you were facing the screen and fidgeting around your hair, you swore you something in the corner of your eye. It stopped you in your tracks. You froze in front of the camera. All of your followers were concerned, asking if you were okay.

“Ah, it’s nothing guys. I’m probably just being paranoid after you guys scare me like that!” You resumed your cool facade. You didn’t want them to know that your legs were bouncing up and down in anticipation for what's next. But you soon finally let yourself calm down, telling your brain it's probably some silly animal or neighbor.

You heard a thump. What was that?

Now you were fully freaked out. You jump out of your setup and slowly walk to the kitchen, to get a pan. You tiptoed to your door, and waited for the figure to come here. The thumping of your heartbeat was all you could hear in your ears, and your breath became anxious as you feared for an intruder coming in. No, no not like this.

In a countdown, you open the door once more. It was bare. Nothing, but you could see a hint of a footprint. Dirt? Blood? You couldn’t tell as it was mixed within the colors of the hallways carpet. But something was going on. And yet you close the entrance to your home, shrugging it off to keep up with your stream. You come back to where you reside, and update your followers. Telling them constantly there was nothing wrong. You brush it off, hoping for them to stop trying to interrogate what had happened. You didn’t wanna think about it too much.

Soon, minutes passed and you finally had your fans stop nagging and continued with the next topic. The nerves in your body were finally going down, and you could see yourself sinking into the chair with relaxation. Nevermind what had happened, it wasn’t your problem anyways.

You received a message.

Who was it? The notification went on your screen, and you check on your account on who it was. Hoping it isn’t a scammer or some creep.

It was revealed to be your follower, Ghostie. Hello, it said.

You message him, asking what’s up. No response. You waited for some sort of confirmation or reply after he said a simple hello. Ominous and a little worrying. You sat there, furrowing your brows as you stood by. The stream was finally coming to a close, and there was still no updated news from the man. You sighed, you’re going to leave it be.

Ghost_F donated 2000 dollars.

“Holy shit! Ghostie, what the hell?” He was toying you at this point. This mysterious user was playing mind games with you, and you had no clue why. Just a pitiful gut in your feelings, waiting and responding with surprises. The night was getting even stranger.

Everybody in the chat was shocked. Praising the guy for the huge donation and telling you deserved it. You felt lost of what to say, how do you even reply to such a generous amount of money? If he keeps it up, your entire debt would be gone by the end of the month. And you couldn’t help but feel shameful, thinking about how you didn’t really do that much. You sat around and played games, there was nothing honorable or worth spending a gold bar on.

“Jesus Christ! That’s the biggest donation I-I ever received.” You look at the camera with your face feeling a little flustered.

“How can I make it up to you?” This will bite you in the ass later.

The man privately messaged you. It says;

Go on a call with me, sweets. Stay on live.

Sketchy, but you didn’t wanna ruin this generous deal. You obliged, and you tell your following that you’ll go on a call with him, expressing your happiness and thanks. None of them opposed the idea, they probably wanted to interact with this unknown user who came into the community out of nowhere. Joking about how this bizarre online stranger was going to make you end up like those victims. And you were curious too, who was this guy? Who was Ghost?

His profile was just a default one, no bio, no additional excerpts, just a username. Hesitating at first, the unknown user startled you, it made you draw back and doubt. But you ignored your gut screaming at you to stop. You wanted to make your number one supporter happy, nothing bad right?

You started the phone call. Sitting there, anticipating for him to join.

“Hello?”

“Hey doll.” Wow. His voice was smooth and raspy. You blushed at the sound of his words, it was all rugged and yet deep. It was attractive, especially with that name he called you, you couldn’t help but feel heat rising on your cheeks. And chat wasn’t helping either, spamming in with comments of how nice he sounded, teasing with your sudden reaction, you could feel embarrassment furrowing into your body.

“Um- well I want to say a huge thanks to you man. Thanks Ghostie!”

He chuckled. Don’t do that!

“No problem sweet’s. You can make it up to me.” His comment piqued your interest. What can you do in return for his huge donation? Play a game? Do a silly prank? Or wear a costume? You didn’t know, but as much as bad as it sounded, it made you curious. The deal was so lucrative. It weighed like a mouse leading to a trap, and you were still wanting to know more. About him. About this mysterious man. About this fan that you couldn’t help but have your eyes on. You needed to know more.

“Pfft- Do I have to wear a cute dress or something?” You tease.

“Oh no doll, I wish though,” Huh? “Just a question would do.”

A question? This guy was really strange. Out of all the things he could’ve told you to do, he wanted to just ask you a question. Hell, you would’ve actually worn something for him if you really had to. He disregarded that option though. Something more he had in mind it seems.

“What’s your favourite horror movie?”

Strange, but nonetheless intriguing. You look back into your memory, thinking of the multiple movies you have watched. You always loved the horror genre, so it would be harder to pick out which ones you loved the most. Nightmare on Elm Street, Hellraiser, Texas Chain Massacre, the list goes on, and you didn’t want to pick such a basic answer. Thinking back to your recent watches, you reminded yourself that you watched Halloween. And you enjoyed that movie, so you’ll use that as an answer.

“Mhm, Halloween. The guy with a white mask and blue outfit.”

“Good pick, cupcake. Why though?”

“Well it was a really good movie, it had a lot of scares and had me tense for a little bit and- chat don’t say that!” Oh god. Chat was telling your real honest opinion of the movie, and said you were lying. Laughing and spreading emotes, and told Ghostie that you liked the movie because of the killer. In a drunken state of mind in one of your past streams, you mentioned that you had the hots for Myers. It haunted you ever since, and you forgot that people remember that little fact of yours. You were punching yourself in the inside, dying from all the humiliation.

“You have a crush on Myers?” He asked, chuckling on the side. He was happy knowing he was your type.

“Yeah. God that’s so bad. I-I don’t know how to explain it, I mean he’s a killer!” You giggled in response. Admitting to how hilarious and humbling it is. All the while, the other side of the phone is smiling underneath the mask. Smirking with your cute answer, he can’t help but to awe at your little face cringing from chat nagging on to you. He couldn’t wait for you to realize that he was one too. A dirty, murderous, criminal, who has eyes on you. He couldn’t wait for you to look at him and see your adorable face.

“It’s not that bad, sweets. People love bad boys.” You could hear his grin even if you didn’t see his face.

“Ok, ok, just ask me a different question!”

“Alright, alright. Hm. You got a guy?” Oh christ! You stood aghast, a little shocked from the boldness. In front of viewers too, he didn’t care that you had fanboys or loyal people loving you. Yet, you played along, wanting to tease around as if you were interacting with a beast. You were too curious to give up.

“No, I’m too busy with streaming and school. Are you hitting on me or something?” His laughter ensued, it sounded mischievous.

“I don’t know, am I? Tell me doll, do you think I am?” He was playing with you. Taunting you. You didn’t know how to respond, it made you stutter with your words. You hated it so much. But, god, was it attractive.

“I mean- I don’t know! I think you are!” His laugh became even more boisterous. You were just so fun to tease. He never had a victim like this in a while. Never had a girl like you being so eager and yet so hesitant. It amuses him, your defiance brings him entertainment like never before.

“Oh cupcake! You’re making me laugh.” You giggle back to him. “I just have one more question.”

“Ok, ok. What Ghostie?”

“Where do you live?”

What?

You froze. You didn’t know if you were hallucinating what he just said, but the silence told you otherwise. He means it. Chat became quiet. They were just sending messages with emojis seconds ago, and now becoming fearful as you were. Your mouth went dry, and you could feel your throat perk up.

“I can’t, can’t say that.” Your eyes well up, what do you do?

His breath was becoming noticeable. And his voice changed into a more sinister tone.

“That’s okay. I already know anyway.”

He immediately left. And you look to chat. They were just as puzzled and terrified as you were. Shaken to your core, you end the stream. What just happened? It was supposed to be a joke, but now it ended up as something much more threatening and dark. Due to this, you jumped out of your seat, and ran to the door for the third time.

Checking the peephole, hoping to not see a single being outside your unit. Your hands were shaking. Nervous and petrified, you get away from the entrance again. Your brain was playing tricks with you, or there really was someone else playing with you.

Though, you could hear notifications going off in the background. Your fans were concerned for you. Asking if you were okay, if you were safe, and all you could respond with was a yes. It was a troll you assume. A terrible, scary one to be exact. Until a message popped up onto the top of your screen.

Ghost_F: See you soon.

Alarmed, you press onto the profile. It was deleted. Content unavailable. You were fucking freaked out. You called your friends, hoping to be comforted and gain help. But no response avails.

You sat there on your chair instead. Heart beating to the extreme lengths to the point where you could hear it ringing in your ears. Staring at the screen, looking at the message, trying to see if you can decipher its cryptic tone. Hoping to think positively, you put it aside and think it’s a joke. All streamers go through it, having a creepy encounter with viewers, and this is the same thing. Nothing dangerous is going to happen, it’s just some weirdo freaking you out. Right? Yeah it is. It’s just an offhand interaction.

Sighing, you closed the computer and went to the bathroom. Cleaning yourself up and pondering to yourself, if that was really true. And coming back to your bed, relaxing as you scroll on your phone to remind people that it’s just a troll. Mentioning you thousand of times with concern, and telling you it was a real threat. Although, you ignored it. Was it actually a threat? Probably not, because it’s been hours since the incident, and you were laying down on the bed. Nothing was going to happen.

You rest your eyes, and think ahead of the stupid troll. The creep with a sultry voice. You didn’t wanna mind it. It was just a fake threat after all.

You woke up. You heard a thump within the walls. Probably the neighbor's cat is acting up again. With your foggy brain and eyelids, you travel to your hallway and press the light switch to check what was there. You couldn’t tell if there was something black in your eyes, but you presumed it was nothing. You finally ended up in the kitchen from your hazed walk, and glanced at what was ahead of you.

The kitchen was empty. No creepy dude, it was fake!

You walked and got a glass in your cupboards. Your shorts were slowly sliding up as you tried to stretch to get a cup in the back of your cutlery. Feeling your shirt also slowly lifting up as you grabbed the object. Your feet finally face the ground when you are done getting the glass, and you turn your back around. Incline to having it be filled with water.

“Boo.”

The glass dropped. Forget water. You shrieked in horror. It was a man covered in a mask, cloaked with a black hood. The mask was detailed with a look of horror, eyes piercing hollow black, and wrinkles to enhance the uncanniness.

“You’re even cuter in real life.” No. No. No.

It was the killer your chat was talking about. It was the mysterious man who sent you the donation. And it was the user who threatened you on call. It all added up. You could feel you chastise your brain for being so foolish, for being so damn stupid. For being so curious.

“I-Is that you?” Your voice shakes in fear. He responds by caressing your face, and pining you closer to the counter beneath the cupboards you were just rummaging into. You feel your back slowly leaning back into the furniture, as he goes closer to you.

“Uh huh, it’s me baby.” His pet names made your stomach churn.

“Are you happy to see me, hm? I think you should be. I mean, I saw you blushing just by the sound of my voice, sweets.” He cackles at the end of his sentence. He enjoyed this. He enjoyed the way you looked at him with those pretty eyes of yours, pleading for his mercy. It was better than he imagined.

“You’re- you’re the killer? You’re, you’re-“

“Ghostface. That’s right baby. Awh, don’t tell me you’re terrified? Earlier, you said you had a little crush on Michael. I’m exactly your type. Maybe a little more talkative, but you get the idea sweetheart!”

He was snarky, condescending and overall, fucking with you. You didn’t know what else to muster but a little placid gasp as he leaned into you. He was built entirely different from yours, toppling your body. His hold backed you into a corner, defenseless and armless. It was a recipe for the end of your life.

“Look at you. Trying so hard to look away from me-“ His sharp blade went to your throat. Forcing you to stare at his blank dark eyes. You still resisted. “Don’t be such a bitch. I gave a generous donation, didn't I? Let me tell you, it wasn’t easy killing all of the guys crushing on you and stealing their money.”

“The fuck! You freak-“

“Freak? Rich coming from you. Babe, I’ve seen your search results.” He chuckled harshly. Oh god.

“It’s filled with some of the sickest shit. You love a killer. You know it’s so, so, so bad to like a man like me?”

“And your kinks. Oh sweet girl, you’re just asking to be gutted. And not in a bloody way either.” Even if he was covered behind a whole costume, you can practically hear his maniac smile. You can hear the tone of voice being clouded with figments of lust, and you hated it. But you proved his point, you could feel yourself squeezing your thighs, for some sort of stimulation, friction or movement.

“Mhm, I know what you’re doing sweetie. So needy.” His words were going to kill you before he ever could. It made your heart thump and filled your belly with butterflies. The attention was getting to you. You had to start thinking fast, to defend yourself in some sort of way. But his body and twisted words held you back from doing so. Although, that unwashed pan in the sink may be the trick. With no thought, you swiftly grabbed the cooking instrument, and swung into his head.

“FUCK! You goddamn whore, you’re going to fucking get it!”

You ran. Ran as fast as you could like those final girls in the movies you watch. Ran towards your bedroom, hoping to escape by jumping out of a window. It wasn’t the greatest plan, but breaking your leg out of survival, seems to be so much better than being a news headline. As you hastily open the glass window, sliding it in a painful slow motion, you put your whole body to ensure you flee. Outside was waiting for you, and you could see yourself escape from the monster. Just as you were so close to getting out of the building, you felt the hem of your shirt being tugged.

You tumbled down, hitting the floor. He grabbed you away from freedom.

“That was close. Ha, cupcake, you gotta be the feistiest one yet,”

“Makes you all the more of a treat to me.”

He puts his boot onto your back, stepping on your laying body. He tied you up with scattered ropes and brandished you like a present. You could feel your lungs giving up as he put more pressure into your figure, and your eyes started to tear up out of pain. Whines could be heard out of your mouth and you forced curses to be thrown towards your intruder.

“I warned you, didn’t I bitch?” He took a fist full of your hair, making you have to kneel and look at him. Putting you in a position that was very revealing. Right in front of his crotch. It was embarrassing, and yet your body was heating up.

“Just get on with it. Kill me.” Your comment was then returned with laughter. As if you were the one that’s insane.

“No, no, no way sweets. I have so much more to do with you, y’know?” He lowered his body, titling his head as he was now in your eye range. With his movement mocking you, as if you were a little puppy. “I’m doing a favor for you, baby.” His hands traced onto your legs, dangerously reaching down into inner thighs.

“You wanted a sick man to fuck you, right? I’m going to do that. I’m going to make you scream, making up for all the times that I saw you touching yourself, thinking about a slasher like me fucking you. I’m going to make you cry, making up for all those men who didn’t pound you right.” His gloved hands were now placed upon your pussy. Rubbing you up and down on your clothed slit, eliciting sweet sounds from you. You cried out to him, and he responded by making his fingers go faster.

“I’m going to make you mine. The only fucking thing you’ll think about is me, a murderer.” His touch was fucking you stupid, drool slowly dripped out of your mouth. He took notice of that and giggles ensued from his mouth. You were being so obedient, in such little time.

“Good girl. Look at you! I’m just rubbing your cunt, and you’re whimpering like a bitch. Fuck, baby.” There he finally stopped teasing you, and swiftly plunged his fingers within your shorts. A yelp escaped out of your throat, and he laughed even more. Panting, your hand grabbed his wrist, hoping for him to stop going so rough. It was immediately shut down, by his arm pinning your palms down. Showing how much more power he had over you. Manhandling you like a little toy.

“Ha- Ghos- Ghost-“

“You can’t even form a sentence. Fucking slut.” In a second, he stopped moving. He took his fingers out of your insides and you whined loudly. No no no! You were so close!

“You don’t deserve to cum. Not fucking yet. You will when you’re done your part, sweets.” He stood up, and towered over you. His hands were now fidgeting with the zipper of his pants, rushing for his erection to breathe. His ache lasted for hours, even before he came to visit you. When he was calling with you, he was so fucking close to just whipping his cock out and fisting it up and down with the sound of your voice. His obsession with you was that bad. It made him even more insane, seeing you afar and in hearing you, your flesh drove him crazy. With your ass around, he couldn’t focus on writing reports of his own victims, since his attention was all to you. He hated it. He hated how much he needed to fuck you, or kill you, it didn’t matter either way, he just had to have you. To make up for all the times he was too distracted to kill or report on news.

His dick finally came out of his slacks and hooded cloak. You were a little entranced. It’s been fucking ages since you took one in your mouth, probably because of him killing all of your suitors, and you felt unprepared.

“Suck. And don’t even fucking think of putting your teeth onto me.” You obliged. With your hands out of the questions, you made sure your mouth was able to take it. Slowly, you teased upon the tip and quickly made your way down his length. And with that, he responded with grunts.

“Fuckk, god. You’re so fucking good at this cupcake.” His hands fondled the top of your head. Resulting into him tugging the strands of your hair.

“Your mouth is so tight. Expected from a bitch like you. I can’t wait to fucking gut your pussy.” He rasped out, and soon his hands had moved to his rhythm onto your skull. Forcing you to bob up and down his dick. Your throat was now filled to the brim, and you started choking. He could hear you struggle, you mouthing that you couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t care. He kept on going, and your oxygen was dying out.

But he finally stopped when he realized you were going to actually pass out. Controlling himself from throatfucking you to unconsciousness, mainly because he wanted to hear more of your whimpers, but he considered you lucky. “Breathe babe, breathe.”

Taking a fresh gasp of air, away from the penetrating taste, he held your hair to the back. This probably was the only time he was “kind” to you. And then you quickly went back.

Thrust after thrust, he was coming close. It was noticeable as his hands were becoming more frantic. Craving for a release. All the while you were squirming your legs for some sort of stimulation. The wet pooling onto your panties was driving you insane. You needed to be filled up, bad.

Finally he came into your mouth. The tangy substance filling up the space. Little drops were slowly falling down but he quickly wiped it from your face, looking proud of his work.

“Swallow it for me babe.”

You obeyed.

“Atta girl.”

You got up. But he quickly deflected your action.

“Ah ah. I’m not done yet.”

You looked at him with a furrow. As horny as you were, you still hoped this would be done shortly. But he still continues. Fuck.

“What- I thought-“

“Mr. Ghostface, please don’t tell me you’re gonna fuck me!” He mocked. “C’mon, I like my toys stupid, but you can’t be that fucking dumb babe.”

He pushed you into the bed. You lay upon your sheets catching your breath, and your cute top had a little peak of your breasts. Your face was filled with slob, and your shorts were absolutely drenched. A beautiful sight indeed.

“Wait, before I ruin you, let me just-“

He whipped out a camera from his back pocket.

Click!

“That’s it baby, that’s it.” He constantly rubbed on your thigh as he did a whole photoshoot of your body. Your back arches little by little as he continues to stimulate your skin. And his hand slowly takes something out of the backsides of his pants. A knife. You yelped out of surprise.

“Oh baby, don’t worry. I’m just going to remove your clothes. I’m not going to hurt you,” He snickered. Putting the blade upon the fabrics and ripping it apart to give a pathway. But he intentionally cuts a little part of your skin as he forcefully parts your pants. Allowing him to brand you. “Yet.”

Finally, you were bare. Fully naked and vulnerable in front of this clothed intruder.

“You look even better up close, y’know? Fuck. I just knew you were perfect for me.” His dick was caressing your folds, making you scrunch your eyes in response to control your whimpers. You were so sensitive, that little tears started forming from your eyes. “Maybe I should just fucking take you away. Maybe I should just keep you in some basement, naked and shivering, huh? But knowing from you, you’d probably fucking like it.”

“You’re a whore, you know that?” All you could respond was cute little grunts to his stimulation and comments, “Mhm, but you're my whore.”

He inserts it with no warning. You gasp out of shock. His dick was really caressing the corners of your insides. And you could feel contraction from the penetration. It felt like it couldn’t fit at all.

“Sh-shit! So god damn tight! God-“ Ghostface was spasming from the way you tightened around him. Even with the slow pace, it felt agonizingly strained and painful. But you didn’t mind at all, because of how much it was stretching you so well. Filling up the need and wants in every right direction.

“So- so much!” You whined. You didn’t know if you were pleading him to take it slow, or go rapidly fast, but you definitely wanted him to keep going. To keep pushing you to the brim until you can’t think anymore, fucked with no words left to speak. To keep rubbing up and down till you start screaming, babbling with no thoughts to fill in your head. You needed this so bad.

“I know, I know- fuck, christ doll.” The masked man shuddered upon his words. He was as smitten as you were. The way your hole pulsed and tightened as he went further. The way your face is all flushed and cute as he rammed into you. The way your breasts move up and down as he makes you spasm and moan. Your cute little eyes, struggling to keep wide open from the hazy sex. He really couldn’t get enough of you. He really wanted to you fuck you up more and more.

“Ha- I knew you would fucking like this. You love being a sick freak taking in a murderer's cock. You love it, don’t you, don’t you baby?” His hands were caressing your skin as you whimpered. The latex stimulating you as your mind runs wild on the touches and senses you were feeling. At this rate, you were going to finish, and it couldn’t help when you were contracting more and more.

“Yeah that’s right. I could feel your fucking cunt clenching me, you gonna cum? Hm?”

You gave no response, too dazed to comprehend what he said. He slapped your face for you to snap out of your drunken phase.

“I said, whore. Are you gonna cum around my cock?”

“Y-yes!” He started going faster. Abusing your cunt even more and more. You started gasping for air with the amount of assault he was doing to you. Bringing you to the edge. “Mr. Ghostface I-Im going to-“

“Aww, it’s so much isn’t it? Well too fucking bad. You can only cum when I say so, so fucking take it. Or i’ll fucking slice your throat into two.” He maliciously spat.

“Or are you that desperate that you would rather have me fucking gut you, just so you can cum? I wouldn’t even be surprised.” Laughing ensued after he remarked how pathetic and dumb you look. You were all mindless, continuously just taking in and out like a toy. And the worst part, you enjoyed it, loved it and wanted more and more.

“I’ll be nice this time. Beg for me.”

“Huh?” You muttered, confused and not knowing what he just ordered.

“I said beg. Are you fucking stupid? Beg. Beg for you to fucking cum. I know how much you fucking need it.”

You swallowed your pride. It’s too late to do anything more to save your face. Look at the state you were in. Sweat, back arching and drool slowly forming from your mouth. Nothing is reputable with this. You looked like a whore. And he knew damn well he made you into one.

“Ple-please.?”

“Is that all you got? Beg. Beg fucking harder!” He slapped your cunt in order to elicit a reaction out of you.

“I- fuck- fuck! Please, pleasee! Please let me cum! Please, Mr. Ghostface! Please, I need it! I fucking need it! I need it so bad! I need you to fucking fill me! Just- let me- me cum!” You were babbling at this point. Saying all of this under his will.

“I need it so bad! I need it. I need you! I need you!” You reached for his mask. Showing how terribly desperate you wanted for some kind of release.

“Atta fucking girl.” He put his mask to the side. “Come here.”

He penetrated with his tongue inside your mouth. You whisper and moan, faltering around his body. Your arms were frenzied all over his shoulders. You were needy. And most of all, so fucking horny.

“You wanna cum? Yeah?”

“Uh huh!”

“Go ahead, sweets. Cum around my cock. I’m gonna fucking fill you up.” There it went, his pace going harder and harder. Louder and more frantic.

“Cum for me. Cum for me, pretty. Cum for your fucking killer.”

And you did. With a loud whine you came around everywhere. A load filling you up as you spasm with his dick still in you. Your body automatically faltered on the bed, tired and so fucking full. He pulled out, having your cunt leak out all the fluids. You were absolutely fucking gutted.

Click!

You heard a camera snap. You would’ve protested but your legs would have probably given up if you tried.

“I’m keeping that one baby. Displaying it on the top of my fridge.”

“Here.” As his last ‘gift’ to you, he marked your neck. A purple bruise, prominent and easily noticeable.

“Stream tomorrow, cupcake. And show my fucking mark on you proudly.”

He wanted to make sure he was definitely your favorite follower. Wanted to show everyone one of your fans that you’re his now. And it was completely obvious with how much he had made you into his.

Next time, he’ll do it live. And maybe, he’ll bring some other fans he knows of.

Maybe that son of a bitch, Michael would join in.

“I’m your biggest fan, sweets. Don’t forget that.” He said, leaving you in your bed, while he left your house.

And he believed that you already knew.

#ghostface x reader

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sailorsei · 7 months

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omg the way every inch makes me drool idk what u did to me i haven’t been the same since 😃 ur so talented i owe u my kidney for that fic alone ! would ever consider part two?? no pressure !!!

EVERY INCH 2

2200 words, m!ghostface x f!reader

follows Every Inch.

SUMMARY: Last time you saw ghostface, he was unconscious from the car wreck and you had your way with him. Now he's coming to take what's his. A/N: He's never unmasked so ANY Ghostface with a 🍆. Thank you so much for all the love on my first Ghostface fic. This was a "one shot fail" BECAUSE of the engagement & enthusiasm so keep that in mind. night walks coded. WARNINGS: I8+ peeping tom behavior, dirty talk on phone, masturbation, dom!ghostface, knifeplay, p in v, noncon, use of daddy (once, by GF), hair pulling, manhandling, choking kinda, degradation, pet names (baby, sugar, nasty). NO USE OF Y/N.

You've put Ghostface behind you, at least in terms of fearing for your life. He's finally left you alone. He must be too humiliated to face you after you restrained him and had your way with him in the car while he was passed out. You still look at the picture you took every day. You'd like to get it printed and stick it on your bathroom mirror. He looks so pathetic with his own mess all over his robe. But it's not just the humiliation you love to see.

It's his cock. You've thought about it more than a few times. He would've given you every inch. All you had to do was ask. And the video of him whimpering? You save that for special occasions. Like when you need to cum in a hurry.

It's Friday night and you're lying in bed after getting home from seeing a movie. You make sure your vibrator is charged before you start reading, but soon enough you get distracted. You're looking at your video of Ghostface coming all over himself when a call pops up on the screen. No ringtone. Your phone is still on silent from the theater.

The restricted number still makes your heart jump even after such an empowering victory. But you rip the bandaid off and answer it on the first ring. "Hello?"

"So... how'd you like the movie?" the voice changer asks you.

You panic and hang up, but when he calls right back, you answer again. "This isn't funny, whoever you are."

"You know it's me, baby. You feel it in your. . . pants."

"What do you want?"

"I asked how you liked the movie."

Friday night. Lucky guess. You know he’s not going to let it go, so you might as well answer. You’re not going to give him the satisfaction of acting aghast that he knows what you did tonight. "Fine, I liked it. It was fun,” you say dismissively.

"Picked a bad time to refill your drink. . . Missed a great kill."

Your heart jumps. ". . .you were there?" The theater wasn't even that crowded. How could he go undetected? Surely you would have recognized something about a man you rode into oblivion.

He's bemused. "What, you thought I was gone? Nowhere?”

"wishful thinking," you reply.

Ghostface says, “Oh, we both know what you really wish for. . .”

You’re not even going to argue.

“How was your date?"

"How was yours with your hand?" You retort.

"You didn't look interested.”

"What, are you gonna ask me out?" Your face heats up as you hear your own words.

"Not tonight. 'Cause you've got a date with that toy and my picture, don't ya?”

You freeze.

He taunts, "Want a third wheel?"

You ask, "How long have you been watching me?"

"Never stopped, sugar." You feel like a fool for thinking he had. “I’ve just been a little. . . distracted.”

You scoff.

". . . Okay, did you call just to talk?"

"Wanted some audio with my visual this time."

"Pervert."

“oh I'm the pervert," he chides. Your face is burning up.

"You know, you’ve still got something of mine.” His knife. You’ve hid it somewhere special. “Keep comin’ for it. . .but don’t wanna interrupt you.”

You look out your window, which faces the woods. "Cause you put on a good show, baby." There’s never been a reason to close the curtains. You preferred to see danger coming. Danger like him. A lot of good that’s done you.

“You’re a creature of habit, aren’t you?”

Are you that predictable?

“Lucky for me,” he adds darkly. His breathing becomes audible. “Oh, you like this, don't you . . . knew ya would. . . . .Dripping already.” His voice is steady through the equalizer, but his speech pattern tells you his dick is hard. And god damn if he isn’t turning you on.

“Dip a finger and show daddy how wet you are.”

Before you know it, you're doing it. You don’t show him, but you curiously dip you fingers and pull apart the clear string of of your arousal

“Two fingers . . let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” You lie there clenching your thighs together.

“Ah, fuck it. Go ahead, turn it on,” he says but you don’t move. You clench your thighs together. “Turn it on,” he repeats firmer, and something possesses you to turn your vibrator on.

“Yeah, that’s it . . .”

You don’t even need the picture now, or the video, or your reading. But you don’t exactly want to let him make you come this fast.

He sighs and says, “You’ve got a nice, juicy pussy." He spits, which the voice changer doesn’t process.

You close your eyes and recall what it felt like impaling yourself on his cock.

"You don't have to say it," he reassures you menacingly. "I know I’ve got a nice cock.”

He’s right about that. You close your eyes as you touch yourself. You’re too horny to think straight, but in the back of your mind, you try to tell yourself he killed your friends. He killed your friends. It doesn’t make you any less turned on. You sigh in shame at yourself. How does Ghostface have you wrapped around his finger?

“Oh, it’s only natural, baby. This cock’ll fuck you right up.” God, why does that turn you on? “In the guts and the head.”

"Real shame I wasn’t awake.” He breathes heavily for a few seconds. "Coulda been even better for you.”

You fail to suppress a moan as heat is bubbling in your core.

“Yeah. . .Can’t stop thinkin' about this cock, can ya?”

You turn up the intensity of your vibe.

“Not everyday someone takes every inch of this.” He moans weakly then spits again. “Filthy girl. Swallowed it right up.”

“So tell me, sugar," his breathing is even heavier now. "How do you want it?”

“What if i don’t” you lie, then gasp at the tension in your core.

“Then why’d you take it,” he says with a bite and the heavy breathing stops.

“Because,” you pant. “It was there.”

You’re getting close. “How do you want me,” you self-loathingly ask. He doesn’t answer. You look at your phone and he’s gone. Shit. You open the video you took of him and as soon as you hear him whimper, your body jerks as the tension bursts inside you. As soon as you finish pulsing, the regret hits you like a tidal wave. So fucked up. Soooo disgusting. You need a shower.

—---

You take a long, hot shower, listening to music. You sigh, feeling a little better already. You turn off the water.

“Soaking wet. That’s how I want you.” You freeze and the only sound is the dripping water for a few seconds while the song changes.

“Come on, you’re smarter than this.” The voice changer echoes through your bathroom and you almost fall over. “What’s next? Going down to the basement?”

You stand silently in the shower with your heartbeat echoing in your ears. There’s nothing you can do. You squat down, hugging your knees. There’s no good option.

The shower curtain slowly draws open and he looms above you.

“My turn, baby." The glint of a knife–your own kitchen knife–catches your eye. He tilts his head slightly and observes you for a moment. Then he pulls your hair and violently forces you to your feet. You begin to slip and he catches you, then manhandles you out of the tub and you whimper. You’re thrashing around wet and naked. He drags you to the bathroom sink and puts you between him and the sink, both of you facing the mirror. He reaches out and wipes the mirror with his robe to make sure you can see.

The sight is surreal. You’re completely nude with Ghostface up against you. One gloved hand cups your breast while the other raises the knife. He stays behind you and holds your own kitchen knife to your throat.

He inhales audibly. “So clean and so filthy.”

You elbow him in the gut. “Let go of me.”

“Afraid not, baby. . .” The hand leaves your breast and slides lower. He presses on your hip, bringing you tight against him. “Too late now.” His hips push forward and the massive shape of his hard cock makes you weak.

He holds you still with just one of his big arms as you struggle. “Coulda had it how ya wanted.”

The unwelcome throb between your legs is spreading through your abdomen.

“Now you’re gonna take it right here.” He keeps you pinned to the counter, the arm with the knife holding you still while he lifts his robe and tugs his PJ pants down. “You’ve put me behind you after all.” He jerks you back against him, pulling you off the counter and holding you tight against his hard dick. He lightly trails the tip of the knife down your cleavage and your stomach, dipping into your belly button on its way down to your mound. Then he holds it handle-up and teases your cunt with the flat of the knife as you watch in the mirror. The cold metal sends a shiver down your spine and you watch your nipples harden.

“Who are you?”

“Your favorite bad guy. Ask me a. . . harder one.” He grinds himself against you.

“What do you want?”

“To know what your insides feel like.” You suck in a deep breath and register the smell of weed as his cock twitches against your bare skin. “When I’m awake,” he adds.

He pries your legs apart with his knee, then his glove brushes your inner thighs as he aligns his cock at your entrance. “Oh you’re ready ready,” he says. He notches himself with the thick head of his cock resting snug against your wet little hole, then he holds you tight and shoves himself into you with a sigh. You have to try not to moan with the most welcome stretch. “Hell yeah,” the mask says into your ear. Thank God you’re so wet, because there is a lot of him. He pulls back, then slams into you, bottoming out with a grunt then another sigh. You watch your face in the mirror and try to wipe the enjoyment off it.

The hand with the knife rests against your chest as he pounds you. “You’re lucky you’re so hot.” You want to memorize the feeling of his cock inside you so you can come to it later instead of giving him the satisfaction right now. He pants as he thrusts into you harder. “So. . .damn. . . hot.” You look down watching your breasts jiggle as he rails you. “I don’t think so. . . baby.” He grabs your chin and makes you look back up at the mirror. Your drooping eyelids give away how good you feel.

“Take it like a bad girl.” He grunts and brutally fucks you in the way you’re afraid only he can. No, no, you shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like this. “A real bad girl.” A climax is gathering in your lower belly. “Cock hungry little slut,” he bites and it makes you twitch. “This pussy’s mine now, you know.”

He buries himself inside you for another minute and makes it rough. “Now or never baby," he pants. “Know you wanna come on this cock.” God, you do. “Do it now.” He slams into you harder than ever and groans as he begins to pulse inside you. You can’t stop it. The feeling of his climax trips you into your own. Your needy cunt chokes his cock, milking him of an unfathomable load. He fucks you through it and your body jerks into his imposing, robed form. His cum is in every crevice of your core. You can’t help but moan and sigh.

“Good girl,” he says.

His cock slides out of you, leaving a void that slowly caves in on itself. He tucks it back into his pants.

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Ghostface forcibly positions your chin to take one last look in the mirror. Then he picks up your phone from the counter and forces you to swipe the camera on. He points it at the mirror and says, “say cheese.” He tosses your phone back on the counter, then slams you chest-first into the back of the door with an impact. He holds the knife to the side of your neck and says, “you’re welcome.” He really smells like weed.

“Now where’s my knife.”

“I don’t have it,” you claim.

“I don’t believe you.”

“What’s so special about it?”

“It’s mine.”

“The cops have it.”

“No they don’t. Why are you lying?”

You’re not really sure. He presses the flat of the knife so hard against your throat you start to choke. “Okay,” you manage hoarsely. He lets you breathe. You look behind him toward the toilet.

He drags you by the elbow to the toilet. He opens the back of it and the knife is wrapped up in a grocery bag. “You watch too many movies,” he says. He pushes you out of the way, opens the door, and leaves. The song turns to Call Me by Blondie.

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Please engage (reblog/comment) if you want more of this <333 It might go a long way in motivation.

Yes this is my night walks coded ghostface but I think most people reading this don't know what night walks is lol.

Call Me:This Blog::Red Right Hand:Canon. But in this case it especially makes sense 🥹

@hearteyed-shawty had a song rec last time: I'm Yours by Isabel Derosa.

Slasher master list

@ghostslittlegf @sunflowerleii @igotmajordaddyissues @rileyquinn07

#ghostface x reader

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sailorsei · 7 months

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filth you say? consider the following

wesker’s got you on his lap while he’s doing his stupid paperwork and his hand is down your pants and it is moving. the fucker isn’t even paying attention to you but he’s touching you so good it makes you want to cry

it feels like it’s been hours of this, of squirming on his lap and trying to be quiet because if you get too noisy he’ll give you a look, the kind that reminds you that it’s in your best interest to be good for him right now

maybe he doesn’t let you come. maybe he teases you over and over until you’re melting against him, barely able to hold yourself up as you try to fight off the growing crescendo. or maybe he’s made you come too many times to count, and you’re chasing the painful high he keeps giving you, each one more intense than the last. either way, he’s not stopping. he’s got work to do, and you’re being so good by helping him focus

he’s such an asshole (i love him)

happy wesker wednesday

NSFT below. 18+ ONLY.

cw: afab gn!reader, clit play, orgasm denial, edging

Wesker has you spread open. You're leaning into his chest. Each leg hooked over one of his own. Wesker has his thighs, and by extension, yours, as wide as they'll go. Button on your jeans open. Zipper tugged down. The flaps of your jeans are open wide, too. There isn't any part of you not exposed for him.

But it's not for him to look. He has far more important things to address. You, however, make a fine toy that keeps him focused. His fingers are shoved beneath your underwear. The pads play across your clit as it stiffens, thick, harboring its own pulse.

Wesker's other hand grips a pen. Harsh scratches of the nib over endless stacks of paper are the only other sounds in the room besides the wet noises in your jeans and your soft little whines. Wesker shifts slightly, and you can feel his hard cock against your ass, but you know there'll be none of that. Not for a while.

It's not about making you come. It's not about you at all, really. It's about idle swirls against your clit, the hot thrum of arousal through his own blood making him focus. You've never understood it. But you don't need to. You just need to be good.

And good means quiet. It means tamping down the soft breaths of his name that make him smirk against your neck. It means choking on your drool when you moan, and Wesker stills his hand, tilts his head until you meet his gaze.

"Behave."

It's your only warning. One you heed violently. You stuff your knuckles into your mouth as he dances you near the cliff's edge time and time again. The roaring tide of an orgasm never quite hits your bones, sucking you barely under but never dashing you across the rocks. It makes you sob into your hand, soft and needy, and Wesker reminds you with a slow grind of his hips what awaits if you obey.

You're sure Wesker can feel the heartbeat in your clit as he switches, deep in thought, to simple up and down strokes. The head of your clit squishes pleasantly back and forth, and stars splatter in your peripheral.

"Wesker, gonna come," you whisper.

"Not yet," he huffs out, slow, deliberate. His nose brushes your neck. Wesker's words reverberate along the taut cords of muscle. "I want to watch you squirm."

#albert wesker x reader

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sailorsei · 1 year

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DIARY

yandere! brett hand x f! reader

warnings: yandere, nsfw, self indulgent, afab reader, jealousy, dubcon/noncon making out kinda, drugging, aphrodisiac mention, alcohol

“Wow, Reagan!” You gushed, grabbing her shoulder and tilting your head to get a better look at her brand new boyfriend: Ron Staedtler. You leaned in, covering your mouth and her ear with your hand so he couldn’t hear you. “He’s super hot!”

She chuckled and looked at you with a small smirk. “Yeah, he is pretty hot, isn’t he?”

As Ron looked at you, you felt your face burn in embarrassment. You laughed nervously and scratched the back of your neck. “Uhm… haha… someone else talk now!”

Reagan grinned and cocked her head to the side, patting Ron’s arm. “Oh! Yeah! So, uh, Staedtler… why don’t you tell Y/N about your job in the Illuminati? Since it’s their first time meeting you but everyone else already has.”

“Uh… there’s not much to say. My job is amoral and I absolutely despise it, if that’s of any interest to you. What do you do at Cognito?"

You relaxed a tad, taking a second to look around the bustling bar, loaded with drunken horndogs sucking face and shouting at each other. You watched as a beer can slammed against the wall, followed by a raging jealous ex being dragged out of the building.

“Oh, you know… I work in tech. Specifically, I make those fake “Win A Free iPhone” surveys that trick people into sending us their personal information and details that help us send out personalized ads.” You laughed anxiously, shrugging. “It sounds shitty, but—“

“No, no, I get it. You work for a shadow government, you’re bound to have to do some “shitty” things.”

You smiled and nodded at him, biting the inside of your cheek, mentally scolding yourself for the butterflies in your stomach caused by your best friend’s boyfriend. You’d never act on it, of course, it was probably more the booze than anything else.

“Haha, well!” Brett announced, standing up from the table, drawing the attention of your co-workers. “Who wants to do shots and pretend like we’re not drowning in our own self doubt!?”

———

You hadn’t meant to stumble across his audio diary, you really hadn’t. You had just swung by Brett’s office to leave him some documents to give to Reagan (she was a bit preoccupied, judging by the disturbing sounds you heard coming from her office) and noticed a discarded device with a wire and dirty, worn tape. Your curiosity consumed you, even more so when you flipped it over and found it titled “Brett’s Thoughts”. You knew it was entirely unprofessional to listen to something hidden in his personal office, but then again… there was nothing professional about your workplace.

So, you swallowed any ounce of guilt you might’ve had and pressed the little “play” button.

“Dear Diary, we got a new co-worker today! Her name is Y/N, and I guess she’s gonna work in tech! I probably won’t be seeing much of her, but newbies are always fun!”

“Dear Diary, Y/N is around all the time! Turns out, she and Reagan get along perfectly! Eeee! I’m so glad Reagan finally has a girl friend to talk to aside from Gigi! Gigi is great, but she can be a little— what? No, Gigi, I wasn’t talking about you! I said… Mimi!”

“Dear Diary, today I was feeling a little down because I met Reagan’s boyfriend last night. I’m happy for her, but the thing is, I don’t get along with him very well, and that’s never happened before! I physically need people to like me! But… this morning, Y/N came into my office for something and ended up staying and comforting me! Can you believe that? Anyway, I already thought she was pretty, but… I think I could actually fall in love with her!”

“Dear Diary, last night we went out for drinks with the whole gang, plus Y/N and Staedtler. I hear Gigi talk a lot about Staedtler’s huge… yeah… and last night, Y/N said he was hot. It isn’t a huge deal or anything, but-“

The door suddenly flung open. “Y/N!”

You panicked, turning off the voice recorder, dropping it and kicking it under the desk, hurriedly holding the papers out to Brett. “Brett! Hey! I just came to tell you to give these to Reagan, she’s… busy.”

“Oh! Why are you… sweaty?”

“I’m not sweaty, I just…” You sighed and slumped your shoulders, setting the papers on his desk when he didn’t take them. “Brett, I found your audio… diary… thing.”

“Oh! How much did you- aha- did you listen to it at all? How… how much did you hear?”

“Well, I listened up to last night, and it got cut off cause I panicked when you walked in.”

He bit his lip anxiously and sat down in his chair, holding his knees to his chest. “Oh.”

“Can I… finish listening?”

“I- uhm- yeah, if you want to…!”

You knelt down and grabbed the recorder again. You sighed and looked at him before pressing “play”.

“-I don’t know, I just feel so… like, insecure, I guess. I mean, women love me, I know that! But I don’t want those women to look at me, I want her to, and I just… I’m basically the polar opposite of Staedtler physically and personality wise, so… what does that mean for me? Honestly, I kinda wish I could just-“

Brett scrambled out of his seat, leaning over his desk and snatching the device from your hands. He blushed profusely as he slammed his hand on the stop button and then chucked the recorder behind him. “Y-you don’t… that part isn’t important.”

“Brett, I didn’t… you’re… you know you’re the office hottie, right?” You asked nervously, hiding your hands behind your back. “And I mean, you said you think you could fall in love with me but-“

“I was wrong!” He blurted out, shaking his head. Your heart dropped a little, only to pound when he continued. “I already did! I mean, they say you just know when you’re in love and… and I just know, you know? I… I’m sorry if that makes this awkward.”

“No! No, no.” You laughed, rubbing your face. “Listen, anything I said or felt about Staedtler was purely friendly teasing and drunken horniness. You’re… god, I feel so basic for saying this, but you’re perfect. I mean, you’re cheerful, totally ripped, sweet—“

His eyes widened and he climbed over the desk, his knee crumpling some papers as he did so, not like he cared, not when his face was so close to yours now. “Y/N, is it unprofessional that I really, really wanna kiss you?”

You smiled at him. “What’s professional about this place?”

He nodded and grabbed your shoulders, pulling himself further toward you as he kissed your lips. He abruptly pulled away. “Wow! Wow, wow. Sorry, I just- you’re so- oh my god this is happening! Wake up, Brett, wake up!” He slapped himself across the face, eliciting a giggle from you.

“To be perfectly honest, I think it was purely a matter of “I think this guy is pretty cute but not distractingly so” until I listened to your… whatever. How did you suddenly get so… uhm… how do I say this without sounding objectifying? Attractive? Like, so attractive that it’s taking every fiber of my being not to start crying.”

He laughed and threw his hands around your hips, pulling you toward him. He pulled you on top of him, forcing you to pin him to the desk as he leaned up, kissing your lips. Unlike the first kiss, which was notably shy and affectionate, this one was hungry and desperate, with every breath he took it became sloppier.

You grinned and cupped his face in your hands, chasing after his lips when he pulled away. He felt his heart pound in his chest, reaching up to press on the back of your neck, forcing you closer to him.

You subconsciously moved your hips against his, tugging at his hair and sighing against his lips pleasurably. Brett grunted a bit, confusing you but not enough to halt your movements. You only pulled away and stopped when he let out a breathy whimper.

“Brett? What’s wrong-“

“Don’t stop. Please, Y/N.” He pleaded, grabbing your hands and pressing them to his chest. “I love you so much, don’t let it stop.”

You watched the way his chest heaved, the way his flushed and sweaty face sat so close to your own.

You straddled his hips and nodded, taking your button-up shirt off. When it dropped and revealed your bra, Brett bit down on his hand and muffled a gasp.

“What?” You asked insecurely.

“You’re so pretty.” He muttered, pulling you down to kiss him again. You moaned against his lips, rocking your hips again as your hands slipped up his shirt, feeling the tense skin.

You gave him a concerned look when he pulled away, only for his head to dip into your neck, breathing against it before he finally sunk his teeth in, fluttering his eyes shut as he sucked and nipped at the sensitive flesh.

Your breath hitched and you clutched the fabric of his shirt, the wind entirely knocked out of you by the painful pleasure you were experiencing.

He only sucked harder after finally eliciting a genuine, whiny moan from your lips. He felt his stomach flutter and twist as he gently pulled back, admiring the purple mess he’d left behind.

“Thank you, Andre…!” He squealed, caressing the saliva covered mark.

“Andre?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing.” He giggled and flipped you around, pinning you down to the desk and kissing your lips again as his hand crept down your waistband.

Brett figured informing you that Andre had drugged you that morning with what was essentially a “love potion” (bits of Brett’s DNA and aphrodisiac injected into your veins) was probably going to ruin the mood, so he decided it would probably be fine to let you know afterward.

Or never… but the truth was sure to come out eventually. How could he keep a secret from you?

#brett hand x reader

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sailorsei · 1 year

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Nostalgia Max!Brett Hand x afab/fem!reader

note: NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI, pet names, afab anatomy but no talk of tits in an effort to stick close to gender neutral, dominant brett hand, breeding kink, daddy kink, mommy kink, unprotected sex (wrap that rascal), slight exhibitionism, slight public sex, domestication, housewife kink, cum play, no pronouns but use of gendered pet names like mommy & others like sweet thing, baby, sweetheart, and babydoll.

@mrsbretthand In the words of the Artic Monkeys, Suck It and See

You got separated from the group once Brett lost control, everything getting immersed in a hazy, green blast. Nothing worked when trying to calm him down, deescalate the situation and keep everyone safe. It blew up in y’all’s faces, literally. Waking up against rubble and debris, not seeing where you landed or where you are, you’re nervous.

There’s no modern tech on you and you’ve got no way to reach Reagan or Andre, get in touch with Gigi or Glenn or Myc. You’re absolutely alone until they find you. Or Brett finds you.

The two of you had been dating for a while, and you’re endlessly in love with him. Tirelessly and hopelessly in love with him. Brett’s a sweetheart and nothing but doting and kind to you, and he’s in therapy. How lucky are you?

Not as much now that he’s not himself and currently lethal, leveling several structures and sending you and your coworkers flying in different directions and under the influence of heavy chemtrails and 80’s nostalgia.

Your footsteps are tentative, wary of the unsteady rubble you walk upon and try to breathe through your shirt, pulled over your nose and squint through the dust in the air. There’s not much light, it’s dark out and nighttime. The cold seeps in more and that fear of being alone and vulnerable at night starts to sink in and soak your bones.

No weapons on your person, rendered useless and defenseless without any of your gear or comrades, it’s safe to say you’re terrified beyond all belief. Walking softly, slowly turning over chunks of masonry and debris to walk better and find a way out of the barely standing structure you find yourself in.

Moments pass and you try to think of other things like what you’ll do when you get home, if that show released it’s second part yet so you can stream it soon, and attempt pathetically to calm yourself. It’s not working.

You hear footsteps and you freeze, your body pressed to a wall and trying your best to hide in the looming shadows encompassing the formerly standing building. Pinpricks crawl up your neck and stand at the nape of your neck and across your arms. Your heartbeat has never seemed louder.

“Oh sweetheart, don’t you want to see me?”

it’s Brett, and you don’t see him but you hear him, can’t decipher where he is in relation to you from his voice, anywhere a possibility you don’t want to explore. Crawling up in a ball and shutting your eyes would be better, shutting the world out and forcing yourself to wake up from such a terrible dream.

But the sight of candy apple green eyes tears that hope from your lungs when you shudder, never expecting yourself to be afraid of him. The fear isn’t even about Brett, it’s about the limitless possibilities and outcomes of what could happen. He’s drenched so heavily in chemtrails it must be like standing too long near Chernobyl.

Feels so wrong.

“Why aren’t you talking to me? Did I hurt you?” He sounds like the Brett you love, and you’re worried he knows that, using that to get to you. He hasn’t spotted you yet, walking around and you press yourself into the brick behind you, wishing you could just disappear, dissolve into nothingness so it would all go away.

You don’t mean to, but your ankle nearly buckles isn’t the awkward position you are standing in. The sound is tinny in the darkness and silence of the rubble and his reaction is instant, eyes on you under a second.

“There you are!” Brett’s words would be endearing in any other circumstance, and he approaches. His hair isn’t as floaty anymore, but it still shifts unnaturally, like seaweed in an ocean current midair around his head in an unearthly halo. Eyes are bright green but less painfully neon and now more of a muted acid hue. You miss his eyes. “Was worried about you, baby, you sure you’re okay?” He dotes, nearly mirroring your brett as he cups your cheek.

When did he get closer?

“You seem fine, just shook up. Poor thing.” Brett coos, smiling down at you childishly in his usual manner but everything seems so unsettling, like his persona got dunked into a murky pool of liquid from a backalley at 3am. Unnatural and unsafe.

“Hey, c’mon sweet thing, talk to me.” He prods, raising your face up with his hand on your cheek and you oblige, looking up at him with fretful eyes that he frowns at. Your hands clench and fidget at your sides, entirely too overwhelmed but still needing to do something.

And it’s him in there. It’s still Brett. Just doused in chemtrails, no big deal.

“Hi Brett.”

He laughs, a giggling little sound that is usually very fitting but now a bit surreal in his current state. It remind you of glow sticks the way he shines out. You don’t like it.

“Hey there yourself,” he chimes, taking his hand in yours and squeezing, before he nearly lets it fall, his expression falling with it, “out with it, what’s wrong? You’re not smiling.”

“I don’t smile all the time.” Comes your immediate response and he clicks his tongue, brows furrowing and you regret not filtering your thoughts from words. “You don’t, but you smile around me. Tell me why.”

“Brett-“

He backs you up against the brick, looming a bit overhead and a part of it gets your bones staticky, indecisive in whether or not you wanted to kiss him or kick him.

“Use your words well and tell me why, or I’ll make another use for mouth.”

You gape, body choosing for you on the kiss him option and let him come closer, him murmuring between your lips as he closes in and cages you against his form and the shadowy enclave of the brick. “Good choice.”

Brett is all around you, a hand at the nape of your neck soothing and smoothing down the pinpricks while the other is at your side, kissing at you impatiently until he bites, humming in a pleased note when your mouth opens up and he ventures in, playing with your tongue as his hand ventures beneath your shirt, untucking it.

“Going to continue to be good for me?” He asks in your ear after breaking for a breath, marking up your throat and the underside of your jaw in bites as you squirm, the former unease in your belly turning fuzzy and warm, turning the danger into something attractive than daunting.

You nod and he squeezes tight at your hip, a warning and you answer aloud, “yes sir,” him rewarding you with a softer touch and undoing your pants as he takes them off. “Sir?” Brett laughs, shaking his head and his hair floats still, hovering like your waning rationale.

“You can do better than that. You know what to call me.”

Brett’s hand snakes between your legs and ghosts over your underwear, him practically beaming when he feels the pooling slick soaking through. “Yes Daddy.”

His eyelids flutter a fraction and ministrations falter, coming back and his eyes burn brighter and his grin in sardonic, a bit twisted. That reminder of don’t trust, don’t tell.

“Ohh that’s a new one, we’re keeping that, right baby?” He asks, plunging a digit into your cunt and holding a leg up around his hip, your chest covered and safe from the cold but waist and below is another story, trying to feed off the unnatural warmth he emanates now. “Mhmm.”

“There’s my sweet thing, smiling, all you needed was some lovin’ huh?” He asks, more to himself and aloud than anything as he preps you with his fingers, hearing the squelch and growing tired of having to angle his wrist a certain way. He tears the underwear apart.

“Just needed someone to play with your pussy and turn your brain off, right?” Brett prompts a moan from you as he breaches a second finger in and his thumb rolls over your clit, warmth flooding everywhere and your eyes flutter open to see him staring you down behind lidded eyes, glowing green deeper now that reminds you of that light at the end of Daisy’s dock in that Fitzgerald novel.

It kinda’ is a welcome home light. And you go to it.

Your hand threads through his hair and smashes his lips to yours as he groans darkly into your open mouth, excited and eager hands shift your legs around his then busy themselves with his belt buckle, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing which he more than notices. Whimpering as he tugs at your lip, he peers down at you while he lets his belt open.

“Easy f’me babydoll, daddy’s going to take care of you.”

It sounds so good in this voice, all gravelly this time ‘round and the difference sells the experience, and the way he’s shifted, using the weight he carries and taking up space rather than weaving his way through it.

“Need you daddy.” You whine, feeling his thumb over your clit rolling circles that get you throbbing, squirming between him and the brick wall behind you.

“Patience, baby, I’ve got you.” Brett drawls, nudging your nose with his as he frees his dick from the confines of his briefs and Levi’s, bobbing in the space between your legs and looking so damn good you could’ve eaten it.

Another time.

“This pretty cunt gonna’ take it all you think?” He muses into the column of your throat before angling his head against you so he can see between the two of you, one hand holding your thigh up and parting it wide while the other fists his already drooling dick in his palm, pearlescent droplets of precum pooling at the tip. “Gonna’ be good for me?”

You nod, smiling blearily in a dopey grin and run your hands over the back of his letterman jacket, and into his hair while the other slides down to lift underneath his shirt, wanting to feel him whenever you could.

He breaches your walls in a single movement and you whimper, head landing back against the brick and hear him grunt, deep from his chest as he bottoms out in you. Brett’s head hangs for a moment before he looks back to you, eyes staring from beneath his full lashes and still having that unnatural green.

“Just knew this little pussy would take it.” He mutters and snaps his hips back, hands moving to cup your ass and bring you closer so he can thrust back and forth in a punishing, cervix-bruising pace. God, you’d feel him for days.

You didn’t mean to say it out loud but he hears it nonetheless, grinning against your temple while he fucks you like a ragdoll, “that’s right, gonna shape this cute little cunt until it’s molded around my cock, gonna’ be my little toy, right? Let me play with you?”

Moaning behind kiss swollen and puffy lips, you affirm his statement and thrust your hips back into his, sending a reverberating groan through his throat out that turns into a dark chuckle, his pace slowing a fraction only to move forth harsher, the sound of skin and your debauched moans painfully loud within the silence of the destroyed structure.

“Gonna’ keep us here, you and I,” Brett begins to ramble, punctuating his words with snaps of his hips that get you seeing stars, “gonna’ breed this little cunt and get a family from you, stay here happy for the rest of our lives.”

“You going to let me give you a child, sweet thing?”

“Mhmm.” You whine, clutching at him and grinding down on his dick, a pathetic mess of yourself with slick smeared between your thighs, “Gonna’ make you a daddy.” Brett groans aloud and rewards you with a hand moving from under your thigh to your clit once more, pressing in those rolling ministrations that get you clenching awfully hard.

“Wanna’ cum Brett — I need it.” You’re rambling at this point, incoherent and cockdrunk as he plunges in and out of you, nothing but sex on the brain and none of the ramifications. It would be your problem another day, another moment, but for right now it was everything.

“Need what baby? Gotta’ speak, got that pretty voice of yours — make it useful.”

“Want your cum, wanna’ stay here with you and let you knock me up over ‘n over,” you’re spitting out words as fast as they form because you’ve barely got the headspace for anything else but cumming on his dick, “get pregnant and have your baby, make you a daddy — please lemme’ make you a family.”

He whines in the back of his throat as he bites at your neck, your words hitting deep somewhere in him and loses his even pace in lieu of fucking you frantically, practically jumping your form with how desperate he is to flood your cunt. Brett’s hand still rolls it’s thumb over your pulsing, sensitive clit.

“God yes, make a little mommy out of you, see you get all swollen and round with leaking tits to feed our kids — fuck,” he’s speaking to you in equal to the wind, voicing aloud not just his plans but his dreams, wishes to have a life with you, “cum f’me baby, gush around this cock then I’ll give you what you want.”

you mewl, squirming and bucking while chasing that high that already has begun to sprawl like white-hot lightning in your bones, curling and pooling within your belly, feeling Brett slide in and out while he punches the breath from you while prodding at your cervix.

“Gonna’- I’m going to, fuck fuckk.” Brett snaps his hips in whip-fast motions once, twice, and you’re gone. Everything whites over and fades into blank noise, like getting submerged in bath water as you shake and shudder, taking him in as he fucks you through it, suspended only by his hold.

“Fuck, you look so p-pretty,” he stutters just like his pace, falling frantic in how he chases his orgasm after yours, Brett crumbling as he finally cums and floods your cunt, slick smeared between the both of you all over your thighs and lower abdomens, white ropes and rivulets accompanying your arousal. Brett snarls out your name in a broken groan against your collar, voice deep.

He bucks his hips and mutters nonsense into your ear, milking every last drop into your silken cunt and more, “cant wait to see you all knocked up, gonna’ make you a mommy. Swear.” You’re barely conscious enough to process his words, but you do, whimpering and squirming against him in pleased, soft tones as you still have your eyes shut tight, toes curled and feeling absolutely cloudy and airy — breathless.

Brett eventually finishes emptying himself inside of you, sticking close and keeping you on his cock as you come down from your highs and blink blearily back into reality. Shifting, causing you both to groan, you reach out and smooth his hair back and get him to look at you, green glow now gone and fucked out of him as he stares up at you back to himself.

“Hi Brett.” You murmur once again, this time feeling much better about him and his safety. His arms coil around your waist as he burrows into your neck, doting kisses across your skin and soothing the burn and bite of his marks.

“Hey honey.” Brett murmurs, sleepy and lethargic now and you smooth a hand through his hair, scratching idly and getting him groaning happily against you as your other hand rubs across his back and the rough fabric of his jacket he still had on.

“Ready to get out of here?” He nods against you in response and helps you stand, soft moans and sighs passing as he slips out and you feel cum slip forth from your overfilled cunt onto your thighs. Hurriedly getting redressed, sans your tattered panties, you stand before one another and he tries to apologize but you shake your head, cupping his cheek and saying you enjoyed it.

“Hey Brett?” You ask later on, walking hand in hand back with the group on the way to Cognito Inc after regrouping. “Yeah?”

You grin, beaming at him, squeezing his hand.

“Wanna’ do that again sometime?”

He opens and closes his mouth, giggling for a second before turning back to looking at you, squeezing your hand back while his other thumbs the velvet box in his jacket pocket.

“Absolutely.”

#brett hand x reader

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sailorsei · 1 year

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Hi again! Love all your werewolf ones so I thought I'd ask for one that hasn't been done yet...

Headcanons on all the boys during their ruts/when there MC goes through their heat/sex with them just in general!

If that makes sense I hope

Oh yessss this is so fun~

I'll start with their ruts, but I can definitely do the other two as well if you'd like <3

Content: breeding kink (reader doesn't need to be able to get pregnant, these beasts don't know how pregnancy works), talk of pups/litters, possessiveness, rough sex, biting, scratching, knotting, mild manipulation, multiple orgasms, marking, scenting/scent kink, crying/general patheticness from Ian, mild blood kink, threats, mild dubcon, somnophilia, cockwarming

Bo:

You can tell when his rut is getting closer because he starts to get more aggressive and territorial

Lots of pacing and growling. He resource guards and won't let anyone into his area of the den except for you

And oh does he get territorial over you too. He's constantly scenting you, rubbing himself against you and making you wear his clothes

He needs the others to know that you're his mate. And that for the remainder of his rut they are not to touch you under any circumstances

His rut really brings out his wolf side. He's always been the most animalistic of the pack, but during his rut it's even worse

He's not afraid to use his teeth and claws to get you into whatever position he wants you in

He goes partially nonverbal during his rut, it's mostly just snarls and growls. But he makes it very clear what he wants, even without speaking

He won't be able to calm down or soothe the agitation and need inside of himself until he's knotted you

He'll pin you down and fuck you senseless until his knot swells and he cums deep inside of you. He's determined to breed you by the end of his rut

He's got a one-track mind during his rut. All he can think about is knotting you and filling you with his pups. He doesn't care about anything else

There's about an hour or so of calm after he cums. He'll curl around you, knot still inside you as he makes soothing sounds and treats you like the most precious and delicate thing in the world

But once he's hard again, he's back to fucking you into an incoherent mess. He just can't seem to get enough of you for the few days that his rut lasts

Jack:

Jack's pretty good at keeping control during his rut. You can tell he's in it because he tends to get a bit snappier and visibly tense, but he reins it in for the most part

He's just not his sunny self, he has less patience for the others and tends to prefer to be on his own during his rut

Well... on his own except for you, of course. He doesn't want you leaving his side, but he won't be as forceful about it as some of the others

No, he'll convince you with his words instead. After all, you stay with the others during their ruts, so it's only fair that you stay with him during his, right Sunshine?

In the days leading up to his rut, he hunts more and generally works harder to make up for the amount of time he's going to spend hiding in his part of the den with you

And when his rut hits, well he knows it's going to happen, so he makes sure that you're already cuddled up in bed with him and ready to help soothe his animal instincts

He always tries to stay in control. He needs to be in control. He deeply resents having these instincts that he's beholden to

But once he gets you turned on... once he can smell your arousal, can feel your soft skin under his hands, can taste you...

He loses that control. He gives in to his animalistic desires, fucking you like his life depends on it. Driven wild with the need to breed you over and over

He keeps enough sense to be gentle with you. To listen to you, to make sure you're enjoying it too. He makes sure you cum as much as he does

But he's insatiable. There's no pause between rounds, he'll keep trying to fuck you even while he's still knotted in you from the last round

By the time his rut is over, you're well-used and sore, but deeply satisfied. And you have a doting Jack trying to make up for being rougher than usual

Ian:

His rut hits him hard and unpredictably. The others are on pretty solid cycles and can tell when they're going to go into rut, but Ian never knows and it's never consistent

His rut makes him soft and sensitive. The smallest things can make him cry, and he gets very clingy with you. He needs lots of comfort and reassurance

That's not to say that he doesn't get possessive. He absolutely does. But he's more likely to cry and whine and curl around you pathetically than to try to fight the others if they get too close

He'll keep you with him through his rut out of pity, it's hard to see him like that. So pent up and needy that it hurts. He's in pain, and it's obvious to everyone that he needs this

He'll cry when he bottoms out in you. He'll whine about how he needed you so badly, about how he needed to be inside of you, about how he needs to put a litter in you

He's so apologetic, even when he's deep in the throes of his rut. He'll cling to you and apologise for being so rough, even as his claws are digging hard into your thighs while he fucks you

He marks you up like his life depends on it. He needs them all to know that you're his. He needs you to know you're his. He needs to know you're his

He tends to get very shaky and weak after he cums. Even as he's knotted in you, he needs you to run your fingers through his hair to help ground him. And maybe also feed him some snacks

His rut is as unpredictable in length as it is in timing. Sometimes filling you once is enough to satisfy it, but other times you're holed up in his part of the den for weeks

In the peaceful moments between rounds, he tends to rub your stomach and whisper about how nice it'll be to have pups with you, and how he can't wait to be a father

Most of the time, though, he's just apologetic and ashamed that he's so unable to control his urges. That he can't help himself but fuck you

Shaun:

Shaun during his rut is kind of like a drunk frat bro at a party. He'll fight if he thinks someone is trying to take his partner, but the rest of the time he's just horny

He keeps meticulous track of his ruts because they come on so fast. He'll be completely normal one moment, and the smell of you will drive him wild the next

It's the same when his rut ends. He just suddenly feels completely normal and is back to his usual goofy self. His rut is just a momentary lapse of control

He gets clumsy and sort of foggy-brained during his rut. He can't think too hard about anything or do much that requires coordination, but thankfully he doesn't need to

All of his brainpower and strength are dedicated to pinning you down, marking you up, and breeding you over and over until he's sure you'll be having his pups

He's a biter. They all tend to bite, but he'll sink his teeth into any flesh he can find. He'll dig them into your shoulder while he fucks you from behind, into your chest while he puts you in a mating press, he just needs to leave his mark

He's also a licker. He'll lick over every mark he leaves, especially if there's any blood...

He'll have a hand on your stomach the whole time, growling in your ear about how he can't wait to watch you swell with his child, to breed you properly like a good mate should

If anyone interrupts the two of you, his instinct is to fight. He's not at his best, though, so usually it's more just growling and snapping his teeth until they back off

Between rounds, when you manage to get a little sleep in, he's curled up around you. There's never a moment during his rut that you're out of his arms

By the end of his rut, you're guaranteed to be covered in bruises, bite marks, and his scent. They don't fade for days afterwards and he can't help but admire them even after his rut

Nick:

It's nearly impossible to tell that Nick's in his rut until you're in bed with him. He keeps his cool, he acts the same as normal, but once you're fucking him, he can't keep it in anymore

He's pretty much at peace with his wolf side in a way most of the others aren't. He's learned to live with it and control his instincts... for the most part

He can tell that he's in rut. But he'll woo you like normal and bring you back to his part of the den before letting his rut win out. You won't know until he's balls deep in you

But once he's inside of you? Oh that's when he lets the wolf take over. He'll pin you down, growling and pounding into you, desperate to breed you

If you try to move too much or do something he doesn't like, he'll give warning nips to your throat. You know he'd never hurt you, even in rut, but he's not above a little threat~

While his rut does make him feel more possessive and territorial, it never really has to come out, because none of the others are stupid enough to try challenging him

So you're all his for his whole rut, no interruptions, nothing but his cock pounding into you over and over until he knots you

But once he's knotted you and cum inside you each time, he'll settle down for cuddles. His head stays pretty clear, so he'll chat with you and soothe any soreness you're feeling

He's the only one with a clear enough head for proper aftercare between rounds. He'll make sure you're eating and drinking enough, stretching, sleeping...

But he's also got insane stamina, so you'll be getting fucked senseless every hour of the day. And possibly also while you nap, if he can't help himself

He's not as vocal about his desire to breed you. He's too busy fucking you and trying to make sure you cum as many times as he does. But he does want to breed you

He's the most open and unashamed about his rut. He'll tease you about it when he wants to fluster you, growling about how he can't wait for his next rut to put you back in your place when you act up~

Joseph:

He feels so intensely guilty about his rut. He tends to fight with his wolf side a lot, especially when it comes to the more base instincts like breeding

So when he's hit with that sudden need to keep you away from everyone else and to put a litter in you... well, his first thought is to isolate himself and avoid you

It doesn't work, of course. The communal area of the den isn't huge and unless his rut coincides with someone else's, that's where you're bound to be

And you're not about to let him avoid you. So soon enough, you find yourself pinned underneath him while he tries to wrestle with his wolf side

Just press your hips up into his, reassure him it's okay, and he'll snap. He'll dig his fangs into your shoulder and fuck you like his life depends on it

Once his wolf side takes over, it takes over completely. He'll fuck you on every surface and in every position. His cock needs to be in you at all times

Even when you're so exhausted you can't help but sleep, he still needs you cockwarming him. He'll rock his hips so slowly, knotted inside of you, desperate to fill you again

In moments of semi-lucidity, he's coherent enough to talk dirty to you. Telling you all about how he can't wait to see you full of his pups, so everyone knows you're his

But most of the time he just growls curses in your ear, panting about how tight and warm you are, repeating fuck fuck fuck like a mantra as he chases his next orgasm

He may not have the wherewithal to make an effort to help you cum, but there's no way you won't cum from the brutal pounding and the way his hands can't get enough of your body

He generally doesn't sleep or eat during his rut. Luckily they only last a few days, but at the end of it he'll collapse and needs to be tended to very gently

He'll just want to curl up with you afterwards and make sure that you're okay. He's so worried he hurt you or pushed you too far past your limit, so he needs lots of reassurance

Jean:

His ruts tend to start while he's sleeping. He'll get agitated and territorial in the days before, but it's sort of hard to tell because of his personality

So he'll suddenly wake up absolutely burning with the need to breed you. All he can think about is being balls deep in your tight hole

He's got no time to think about anything else, or to worry about the fact that you're probably sleeping. He'll follow your scent and drag you back to his bed

He's the kind to throw you over his shoulder and haul you to his part of the den, toss you onto the sheets, and have his way with you without more than a few growls

It doesn't matter if you're still tired. He'll just gruffly tell you to sleep through it while he breeds you. He needs you, and a little sleep isn't gonna stop him

But he prefers it when you're awake. Your sounds, your smell, your reactions... they fuel him. Each and every one is as good as fucking you

He can't get enough of your scent when he's in rut. He'll nuzzle into your neck and breathe in deep as he pounds into you, hoping your scent will linger in his bed after his rut is over

His ruts tend to be shorter, usually only a day or two. But they're so intense and a lot more frequent than everyone else's. You can expect to be woken a couple of times a month for them

He doesn't bother to keep track of them, but they're pretty regular. So it's not too hard to keep an eye on the calendar and make sure you're in his bed when it starts if you want

If you're already in his bed when his rut starts, he won't even bother waking you. He's so desperate to fill you with pups that he can't wait

When his rut is over, he mostly just wants to keep an eye on you to see if it took. None of them know if you can get pregnant or how it would work, so he tends to just watch and wait

He doesn't like to talk about or acknowledge his rut when it's not happening. He gets embarrassed and snaps at people if they bring it up, he's generally at peace with his wolf side, but ruts are a different matter entirely

#sdj x reader

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sailorsei · 1 year

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Anonymous Asks: "Bo seems like the type to enjoy a good play fight with his sweet heart ❤️ I mean why wouldn’t he wanna get a little rough and tumble with them? Especially when they get a little too confident and need to be reminded who’s really in charge~

Would you be so kind as to share a oneshot with me pleeeaase? lol"

Oh yesssss playfighting can be so sexy~

Content: Playfighting, use of phrases like puppy and breeding bitch, fighting for dominance, size kink, brat taming, degradation, dirty talk, name-calling, fingering, drool, hair pulling, mounting, breeding kink, barking, knotting, creampie

“Is someone being a silly puppy?”

Bo’s voice is a teasing coo, laughing as you stick your tongue out and wink. He squishes your cheeks in his hands and leans in to kiss the tip of your nose. “Such a cute puppy~”

You laugh, rolling on top of him and giving a playful growl. You snap at his fingers as he tries to poke your cheeks, eyes glinting with mischief. What had started as a soft, naked cuddle session is quickly turning into a playfight.

“Who’s the alpha now~?” You lean in, nose pressed to his as you look him in the eyes.

“Still me, pup.” Bo laughs, hands holding your hips as he rolls you over and climbs on top of you. “It’s always me.”

You pout, squirming out from under him and flopping onto his back instead. “No fair, I want to be the alpha!”

Bo growls, a playful warning. Your arms wrap around his neck, trying to hold him in a headlock. But he hooks an arm under you, between your legs, pulling you around to his front.

“Nice try, pup~”

You twist around, biting his shoulder and pushing at him with your legs. You know he can take it, he’s much stronger than you. But he’s not going to take it without a fight.

He grabs your face in one hand, holding your mouth closed as he leans in with a teasing snarl. “Do I need to muzzle my naughty puppy?”

He pushes your legs up to your chest, letting his hips press down on yours. He’s trying to tease, grinding against you. And as much as part of you wants to give in and enjoy it, another part of you wants to make him work for it.

You wrap your legs around his torso, twisting your hips quickly to push him off you. You climb back on top, working hard to try to grab both of his wrists and pin them down.

While you’re distracted, he rolls his hips up into you, groaning softly. Your stomach flutters at the feeling, but you refuse to lose focus. You can ride his cock all you want once you’ve got him at your mercy.

You can’t quite get your hands around his wrists. He’s so much bigger than you, he could subdue you at a moment’s notice. But he’s enjoying the wrestling match as much as you are.

He grabs your hips, rolling you back under him. One hand comes up to wrap gently around your throat, not pressing just teasing.

“See? Doesn’t it make such a pretty collar? But only obedient puppies get nice collars.”

You snap at his hand again, squirming under him. “Alphas don’t have to be obedient.”

“But you’re not an alpha.” Bo leans in, nipping at your bottom lip. “You’re just a naughty little puppy that needs to be put in their place~”

This is what you’ve been waiting for. You wrap your legs around his waist, pressing your hips up into him. “Then do it, alpha.”

Bo groans, one hand grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. His other hand pushes your legs apart, teasing your hole with two fingers. You expect him to be gentle, but he presses them into you roughly, sinking knuckle-deep into your hole.

“Bo~” His name is a needy keen, torn from your throat as you bear down on his fingers.

He silences you with his lips, kissing you heatedly as he begins to finger you open for him. His teeth tug at your bottom lip, tongue winding around yours as soon as he forces it into your mouth.

When he pulls away, there’s a strand of spit connecting your lips. “I don’t play nicely with brats.”

You want to come up with some snarky response, to taunt him into roughing you up more. But your brain melts as his fingers pump in and out of you, a third working its way in as he watches you fall apart for him. All you can do is moan his name.

“See? There’s a good puppy. This is where you belong. Beneath me, whining and begging for my cock like a bitch in heat.”

You fight to regain your senses, succeeding just enough to bend one leg and let your knee brush against his cock teasingly. A challenge.

“Fuck, puppy…” Bo growls deep in his throat, “It’s like you want me to ruin your tight little hole.”

“Mmmm, thassa lotta talk for someone—a-ah—someone so desperate to breed me. Like a mindless mutt, ready to stick his cock in any, oh fuck, any warm hole he can find.”

He pulls his fingers out fast enough to have you seeing stars, back arching. You whimper at the empty feeling. His hands grab your hips tight, flipping you over and pulling your ass up.

One hand pushes your face into the bedding, the other spreads your cheeks for him. He admires your tight little hole for a moment before letting his cock slide to rest on it. He ruts against you a couple of times before the head catches on your hole, beginning to push its way inside.

Your back arches as his cock fills you. You never get used to it, so thick and long. It fills you nice and deep, making your eyes roll back as he bottoms out in you.

“Fuuuck, puppy, your hole is always so tight for me~” Bo’s voice is a hot, panting growl against the back of your neck as he presses his full weight on top of you.

“S-some alpha you are,” your voice is muffled and barely comprehensible. “No self-control.”

“Self-control?” Bo barks out a laugh, giving a single, sharp thrust of his hips that has your mouth falling open. “I don’t need to control myself when it comes to my little breeding bitch. You’re mine puppy. All mine. And that means your holes belong to me.”

Each sentence is punctuated by another quick thrust. The head of his cock hits something deep inside of you that has you shaking already. You want to talk back, to say something witty.

Whether or not you might have come up with something doesn’t matter. His fingers hook into your mouth, pulling it open as he begins to fuck you from behind.

“Look at you, drooly puppy. Making such a mess for me. Such a mess on my cock. Gonna fuck a litter into you. Then you’ll remember who you belong to~”

You shake and whine on his cock, drooling around his fingers as he fucks you from behind. His free hand pulls at your hair, dragging your face out of the sheets so he can hear every pathetic sound you make for him.

“Who do you belong to, puppy? I wanna hear you say it.” His fingers leave your mouth, squeezing your cheeks instead.

Your voice is a little altered by the way he squishes your face, but you push the words out anyway. “You, I belong to you. Oh Bo~ My alpha~”

“Good puppy. Good. Fucking. Puppy.” Each word is followed by a rough buck of his hips, and you can feel his knot starting to swell, grinding against your hole.

“I’m all yours. My holes are yours. Just fuck me, fuck me harder. Please, please please. Fill me. Please I need you~” You’re babbling, fucked dumb on his cock, willing to do anything for more.

“Go on, bark for me puppy. Bark.” He growls out the command, panting against your skin as his teeth dig deep into the muscle of your back.

You let out pathetic yelps and barks, yips and whines. You bark like a dog for him, anything to get him to keep fucking you like this. Like you’re his prized breeding bitch.

His knot slides into you with a harsh push, swelling in your hole and stopping him from pulling out. He ruts against you, grinding desperately into you as you begin to cum around him. You’re shaking, moaning, clinging to the bed as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“Fuuuck yeah, puppy. Gonna breed you nice and full of my pups~” He licks over the deep bite mark he’s left on your back, growling possessively as he fills you with ungodly amounts of cum.

“Bo…” His name is a whimper on your tongue, almost worshipful.

“Who’s your alpha?” He growls the words deep in his chest, pressing his full weight on top of you.

“You~ You’re my alpha,” you’re panting, brain all but mush from how fucked out you are.

“And don’t you forget it.”

#bo x reader

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Alphas Larry, and Rika courting hc

💼Larry💼

- He never thought he’d ever find love, between his jobs and just constantly working, he thought he’d never find an omega he felt he needed to court.

- Until he met you. You have such a mellow and soothing scent, it almost puts him to sleep mid meal, like he can finally rest. And you’re so kind to him, happily keeping him company when he’s not working.

- Larry grew attached, but unfortunately he didn’t know how to tell you, or even ask you out. So he turned to the internet, most answers were…less than favorable, but he did find a few he liked.

- It starts with something that’s big for Larry, sharing his food. You’ve known Larry for a while, and never once seen him share his food, or allow anyone no matter the friendship, take from his plate. He’d always get the smallest bit aggressive and defensive. So you’re stunned when you comment on how good he’s eating looks (fully intending to order some yourself) only for him to divide it up on a separate plate and give it to you.

- You don’t make a comment about it, just accept his offer and happily eat. It makes him flustered to see you so happy over it.

- Next is gifts! Larry is a very simple man, a lot of people think he’s not listening, but he is. So the next part of his courting, is buying you things for your nest, or that you can wear to bring you comfort.

- The items he gives you aren’t scented, so you’re going to need to ask him if you want his scent in your nest. He pauses when you ask though, as if trying to process it before his cheeks turn a light pink “yeah sure, I can do that.”

👓Rika👓

- Once she realizes she’s in with you, smitten by you, and desperately wants to be your mate, nothing(except you) is stopping her from courting you. Rika is an alpha who knows what she wants, and what she wants is you.

- Rika is a little showy, making extravagant displays and getting equally as extravagant gifts for you. From giant life sized plushies, to expensive lounge clothes, Rika will make sure you have it.

- Constantly flirting and showing off how she’d make such a good alpha for you. Even gifting you items of hers that have been thoroughly scented. Your nest will be drowning in the scents of pine and teakwood.

- She does take every chance she can to join you in whatever you’re doing, always being so attentive even if it’s a topic she’s not into. And she always makes sure to use a dumb pick up line, one that has you giggling.

- She offers you a claiming gift, much like the courting gifts, this one is a smaller gift you can wear that’s covered in her scent, like a wrist band or a scarf.

- Rika nearly cries when you accept it, before covering it up with a smile and throwing an arm over your shoulders. “Don’t worry, as my omega I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”

- Later however, she’s screaming ‘yes! Yes! They said yes!’ In her house and cheering for herself. She loves you, she really truly does, and it just so happy she can call you her mate.

#larry x reader #rika x reader

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Can i have uuuuuhhh more incubus!jack? It can be hcs or a short scenario, anything u prefer 👌🏼

Nsfw under the cut

"Oh Sunshine...just look at you.. " Jack's voice rumbles through his chest against your back, forked tongue dragging along the sensitive spot on the column of your neck. Your hands are gripping the pillow, fluffy cotton caught between your teeth as you bite down upon it to muffle your groan. Your torso is propped up by your elbows, ass perked high and back in s deliberate sinful arch. You feel dizzy, overstimulated already and he hasn't even been inside you yet.

Orgasms had racked your flushed frame several times already by fingers, tongue, and teeth- marks adorn your body in various spots. Mottled purples and crimsons, teeth marks, decorate your throat down your torso, the inside of your thighs, your hips...and you savor each one. "You're shaking." You're more than shaking, you're quivering in anticipation, you're slick and sticky by his ministrations, needy and had your mouth not been full- you'd be begging.

"So delicious...so divine..." Jack hums against your skin as his hands trace over your curves, every dip and swell. You keen, pressing your hips back against him, his touch ignites your nerves and all you can think of is him. Is Jack. The demon you invite into your home, into your bed night after night. Your whines aren't lost on him, no, Jack is more than content to orchestrate you like a sinful symphony. You can feel the warmth if him behind you, the brush of his cock against your ass from time to time- you want it, you need it. Him- friction, stimulation,-

A crisp thwack is heard, spade tipped tail whipping down onto the swell of your ass leaving a small almost heart shaped welt in it's wake. It has you jolt, your aroused hole already drooling obscenely but the action only makes you shudder all the more. Jack hums low, approvingly as his hand smoothes over the skin. "I'm sorry...too rough? I just couldn't resist." Too rough? Not rough enough.

You swallow thickly, brain sluggishly forming the words for your lips to form. "Pl-ease." You choke out, eyes glazed with tears as you try to look over your shoulder. There's a glow to the marks upon his body, his horns have curved upwards and out of his tufts of blue hair, the offending tail swats behind him in amusement. "Jack." His name on your lips in such a state, it has him breathing out low and slow as he stalks over to lace his fingers with yours, his chest to your back as you feel the comforting warmth and weight of him dragging against you. Giving s few teasing experimental prods with the leaking head of his cock only causes you to push back as far as you can stretched out and arched just so.

Jack's length sinks inch by inch into your spasming heat, his teeth find your curve of your shoulder as he moans against your skin. He stills his hips as he's flush against your ass, the hands that cage your own pin them to the mattress, sharpened nails threatening to pierce your sheets and plush mattress. Jack's breathing his labored coming out in shallow huffs against you as he groans while you greedily clench against him and try to rut your hips-beckoning him to feed and fuck you into the mattress. Kissing down the curve of your spine, he relinquishes his hold on your smaller hands to hold your hips, effortlessly lifting you some so you're helpless from the waist down, left to only keep the pillow in a vice grip as a startled sound is overcome with pleasure as Jack easily fucks into you. Strokes slow and deliberate as his cock brushes against all those gummy weak spots within you.

Time, at this point, is of no consequence to Jack- it never is. He was never one to partake in quick meals as it was but this, but you, were a sublime feast. If he decided to drag you out until the the wee hours of morning and scare the birds outside your window- well...you certainly wouldn’t want him to go hungry and you weren’t going to complain. Until you needed the usage of your legs anyway. But currently it felt torturous, the way Jack dug his teeth into his own lower lip as he tried to keep the tempo he was establishing, resisting the urge to buck into you with reckless abandon. It was difficult to keep his composure with you so intimately wrapped around him, the way your body spasmed and convulsed in ecstasy, the soft mewls and lewd sounds- it was only a pity this time he couldn’t see you unravel.

Gripping your hips, nails digging into the soft supple flesh there was a particular hard thrust into your hole that made you jolt, stars beginning to glimmer behind your lids as your eyes threatened to roll back in your skull. You were so close, you’d been so close for so long, this long game Jack so enjoyed of edging you close to the brink and yo yo back into reality. But it seemed the games were done, the carnal hunger building in the low grunts and growls that spilled from his lips as your legs shifted with what little energy (and clarity) you could muster to lock around his waist. “So good for me, Sunshine...” Jack coos between his teeth as sweetly as he can and your face is further buried in the pillow as the sound of your voices mingle in the room amongst the wet lewd sounds of sex seem to echo in your ears.

You lift your head and arch your back- opening your mouth to babble that you’re close, to beg him not to stop, to take all Jack is so gracious in gifting you but you feel something firm and weighted press against your swollen lower lip. Glazed eyes drift down to see the black spade of his tail pushing against your lips, down upon your tongue and you comply- slackening your jaw as you begin to suck the tip of his tail. Your eyes close- grateful for the additional something to ground your focus on. “Haaaah...oh....so...so insatiable hmm~” Jack purrs though the action sends more shockwaves of pleasure through his own body, muscles tensing as he can feel himself drawing closer with the added stimulation through the nerves of his tail.

Choking as your orgasm rips through your core, you feel Jack’s tail prod the back of your throat as his cock twitches deeply within you. You swear you feel the heat of rivulets of cum painting you from within- sweet fulfillment as it drips down your thighs and Jack’s. His tail slips from your lips as you greedily suck air back into your lungs and Jack delicately rests you back onto the bed, your knees first and then lowering your body proper. Carefully rolling you over onto your back, Jack’s hand pushes your hair from your sweaty forehead to inspect you. Pausing to press a kiss to your forehead, your nose, and then your lips- he murmurs soft praise between each kiss before reaching for the ice water on the bedside table. Propping you up and helping you take a drink, he rubs along your shoulders and back soothingly, purring into your hair. “Are you alright, Sunshine? That wasn’t too much was it?” He needs to know you’re okay, that he isn’t taking too much from you when he feeds like this, and you nod with a tired smile.

“It was...perfect...just exhausted--in a good way.” You add the last part on as hastily as your spent lungs will allow you. Jack relaxes as he leaves for a but a moment to return with warm soapy cloths to wash you and himself. He helps redress you and get you comfortable into bed before finally sinking in beside you and gathering you into his arms.

“I love you.” He murmurs into your hair, he doesn’t know what he’d do without you, he can’t have nor does he want anything but you. The hunger, even after is never truly sated until...

“...I love you too.” You sigh nestling against his chest as you toggle through different movie choices, as content as can be while he dotes upon you.

He’s full.

#sdj x reader

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Just so people are aware, this is just a sideblog that rarely gets used lol follow at your own discretion

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Heeey~

So idk if ya done this yet or not but...

What about, Succubus Headcanons? For all our boys?

Just thought it would be a fun spicy little idea~

Ooh this is fun~

Content: multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral sex, creampie, premature ejaculation, supernatural biology, edging, corruption kink, tail kink

Jack:

He's just so darn sweet, it's hard to believe he's a succubus!

Seriously. You'd never guess he was a succubus. That's the point. That's exactly how he likes it~

He doesn't want his meal knowing he's feeding on them, he just wants you too blissed out to think by the time he's done

Call him a romantic if you'd like, but he doesn't want you feeling like you're just food for him. He genuinely enjoys the intimacy of being with you

But oh does he feed when he's with you. Drawing orgasm after orgasm from you, each one bringing him more and more satisfaction

His favourite way to feed is with his mouth, laying between your legs and going down on you until you're a shaking mess for him

He doesn't consider his job done until you're incapable of forming a coherent thought. If you can moan anything more than his name, he's not done~

He's very controlled. His full demon form doesn't come out until you're too fucked out to notice. Until you're so overwhelmed with every touch that you don't register the wings and tail...

And when it does come out, that's when he finally fucks you. You're boneless as he moves your body exactly where he wants it, fucking you like an animal until he cums deep inside you

He loves basking in the afterglow with you. Full from his feeding, you in his arms, he's in heaven

Ian:

He's another one that you wouldn't expect to be a succubus. He blushes and stutters so much that the idea of him being a sex demon isn't going to cross your mind

His favourite way to feed is to act the blushing virgin, ready to be corrupted into a pervert~

He'll do everything he can to get you to show him the ropes, teach him the exact way you want him to fuck you

He likes to subtly encourage you to live out your wildest fantasies with him, to tell him all your kinks no matter how filthy. The kinkier the sex, the more delicious his meal~

Seriously, get weird with him, it's what he craves. And if you're so inclined, he'll never say no to you being in charge either. He loves to be told what to do~

He's here to make you cum, of course. And he gladly will, as many times as you want him to! But he's also here to fill you, cover you, defile you with his own cum

He cums real quick, but he can go round after round with no need to pause. He'll fill each of your holes in turn, and then practically bathe you in his cum

He's not... great at controlling his demonic form. There's a good chance that the first time his cock slides into you, his true form will come out

But that just means he can bring his tail into the fun~ and he's more than happy to do that...

He's not a one and done kind of succubus. Once he's fed from you once, he wants you to be his only meal for the rest of your life...

Shaun:

He's pretty open about it. He knows there's enough monsterfuckers out there that he doesn't have to hide his true nature to find someone to feed on

And oh he's so sweet about it, so sensual... He'll woo you before he feeds, make sure you're relaxed and in the mood

From the moment he gets you in the bedroom, he's on. Wings and tail out, all demon. And oh so dominant as well, his voice deep and smooth as he walks you through stripping for him

He walks you through everything, simple commands with so much power behind them. He has you laying back on the bed, touching yourself for him to watch

He wants you to show him exactly how you like to be touched, where you're most sensitive. He takes it all in as he watches you, and when he finally gets involved...

Well, he blows your goddamn mind. His tongue, his hands, his voice... all of it seems almost made for you. Made to bring you to the peak of pleasure over and over

He likes to edge you. Build you up to the brink of orgasm only to pull away and wait for it to subside. That rising tension, the tightness in your tummy, it feeds him almost as much as your orgasms do

He's very indulgent. He wants you to be as satisfied as he is by the time he's done

So any kinks you want him to engage in with you, he gladly will~ Even just hearing you ask for it helps feed him

Once he's fed, he takes good care of you. Plenty of aftercare and cuddles and reassurance that he sees you as more than just a nice meal

Nick:

He doesn't hide the fact that he's a succubus. But he certainly doesn't lead with it either...

He'll wait until he's seduced you, got you wrapped around his finger and gladly following him to the bedroom. And then he'll reveal his true form to you, casual as anything

If you're hesitant, don't worry! He'll sit you in his lap and soothingly reassure you that it won't hurt one bit, unless you want it to, of course~

His hands will roam across your body, and his tail will tease at some of your most sensitive spots while he coos in your ear about how he's sure you'll be good and let him feed...

You don't realise you've agreed until you're naked on the bed, laying underneath him, getting marked up by his lips as his tail teases your hole

It's overwhelming to be with him. His words drip with sexuality, and you'd swear he could make you cum just by talking

But he does much more than talk. There's never a moment that he's not touching you, playing your body like a perfect instrument and making you cum for him over and over

He likes to space it out, edging you until you're crying, making you cum once, and then edging you again. Small feedings for him, that all build up to the finale

He doesn't want to fuck you until he's almost full. Once you're a mess for him, though, he'll flip you over and mount you, fucking you hard and fast until he cums inside of you

Once he's done, he cleans up. He likes things tidy. And once everything is clean, he'll hold you in his arms and use that same heavenly voice to lull you to sleep

Joseph:

He almost feels bad about being a succubus. He doesn't want to feed from anyone unwilling, but he also wants it to be someone special to him, so he lets himself go hungry

So when he first gets to you, he's ravenous. He's insatiable. He hasn't fed in so long and he's absolutely desperate for you

But... first he wants to show you his true form. His tail, his wings, he wants you to know who he is. Please be kind to him about it, it takes a lot for him to trust someone with this side of himself

Once you've accepted him, that's the end of his patience. He kisses you with more passion than you've ever felt. His hands are all over you, his lips eagerly following

He needs to make you cum. His mouth, his fingers, his words... he'll use everything at his disposal to bring you to orgasm as quickly as possible

And as soon as you've cum once, as soon as he's had his first taste, he needs to feed. He won't give you a break, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you

He'll spend hours between your thighs, drawing every orgasm he can out of you. He doesn't even need to be inside of you, at least not until he's thoroughly satisfied already

Then he'll finally fuck you, slow and sensual. He makes love to you, holding you like the most delicate thing in the universe. The praise never stops falling from his lips

He doesn't care when he cums, or how many times. He'll just keep making slow, sweet love to you until you're satisfied

And then he'll hold you and kiss you and promise himself he'll never let anything hurt you

Jean:

When he gets hungry, he feeds. It's not particularly meaningful for him, it's just what he needs to do to survive

But, he has always been a little tempted by the idea of having a human to feed on any time he wants. One who cares about him, and who he can protect

You're that human. He knows it the moment he sees you. Now, he just has to convince you of it too

He doesn't tell you about his true form until you've already promised yourself to him. Until he's sure you won't leave him or be scared off by it

And once he's sure you'll let him feed... well, he's not going to waste any time. He's got you pinned to the bed, tongue in your mouth before you can blink

He wants you in every position, on every surface, to claim every inch of you as his own. He wants to pump you full of cum over and over until it's dripping from every hole

But he's not purely selfish. He'll go down on you for as long as you'd like, his skilled tongue making you cum and then lapping it up like he's starving

He can't get enough of you once he's had a taste. Every spare moment the two of you get together, he's touching you and teasing until you let him feed again

Seriously, he's completely insatiable when it comes to fucking you

He's not great at aftercare, too busy basking in the feeling of being full. But he does always hold you afterwards and murmur possessive things to you about how you're his forever~

#sdj x reader

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sailorsei · 1 year

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I’m a sucker for abo dynamics so that last post was right up my alley! Could you do headcannons for each guy in the pack and what being their mate specifically is like?

Absolutely!!! I wasn't sure if you wanted it to just be the social abo dynamics I was doing for that post or sexual abo dynamics (like omegas going into heat and getting pregnant), so if you want it to be the second one just send another ask and I'll gladly do that too~

Also this is more general "being their mate" headcanons, but I can definitely write spicier ones too >;3c

Jack:

Jack is a dedicated and loving mate

When you're with him, it's impossible to question his love for you

He's always curled up around you or bringing you gifts or making sure your little section of the den is nice

He gets protective over you, of course! You're his mate, it only makes sense that he would

But he's not aggressive about it. He's not going to raise his hackles and growl, he's not going to put up a physical fight if one of the others tries to take you from him

No, no. He's got other ways of making them back off. From bringing up his polite concerns to Joseph that whoever's trying to take you from him is stirring up trouble in the pack, to making sure they're kept too busy with other tasks to talk to you

Whatever it takes, he'll do it, to keep the others away from you. You're his mate, and he's not about to give you up

You should expect to spend your nights curled up in his arms. He won't stand for you sleeping anywhere but right beside him

He may not be an overly violent werewolf, but he does like to show off for you! He'll carry you on his back with ease, he'll lift heavy things, he'll catch plenty of prey to cook up for dinner

All he asks of you as his mate is to be his

Ian:

He's very aware of his position as one of the two omegas of the pack

He's the smallest and weakest one there, which means if one of them wants to steal his mate, well... he wouldn't be able to do much about it

So he gets very paranoid and possessive. If he sees you so much as talking with one of the others, he'll need lots of reassurance that you still want to be his mate

He often gets left behind when the others go out hunting, which suits him just fine. It means he gets to spend more time with you!

And while he doesn't have many wolf skills to show off with, he does like to prove himself as a good domestic partner by helping keep the den clean

He's very clingy, especially when the others are around. When it's just the two of you in the den, he'll give you space, but when they're back he's all over you

He's gotten into more than one scrap with Bo because he growls a bit when anyone gets close to you, and Bo can't turn down a challenge

The fights never go well for him. Literally any of the others can and will kick his ass if they feel it's necessary

Be prepared to have to tend to his wounds quite often. Between his fights with Bo, his difficulties with hunting, and his general clumsiness, he gets injured a lot

He's a very loving mate, as long as you're okay with reaffirming your love for him very frequently

Shaun:

Shaun is the most catlike werewolf you can imagine

Seriously, werewolves aren't meant to be able to purr, but whenever he's with you he sounds like a motor

Sometimes the others will tease you or him for it, but they know not to push it too far. He may be sweet and funny, but he can fight if he wants to

He doesn't get too outwardly jealous. The others can talk to you without a problem, so long as they're respectful

But he will scare them off if he thinks they're getting a bit too friendly with you. And then he'll bring you back to his part of the den and curl up with you for a while until he's soothed

He feels bad about how often he's out of the den and away from you. He's one of the better hunters in the group, so if they want meat for dinners then he's gotta be out

But he always makes it up to you when he gets back! He'll kiss you and snuggle you and tell you all about what he got up to during the hunt! Usually with plenty of embellishment to make it sound more interesting and dangerous than it actually was...

Generally being his mate is a lot chiller than being anyone else's mate. He's good about trusting you and giving you space, as long as you always come back to him at the end of the day

He's much more concerned about keeping you safe from the outside world than from his packmates. He knows what it's like out there, he doesn't want you getting hurt

As long as you're safe in his arms at the end of the night, he's happy

Nick:

He's by far the best fighter in the pack

He's not the biggest or the strongest, but he's lean and quick

This means he doesn't have to worry about the others trying to steal you from him. They're not about to take that risk. He's usually pretty calm and no one wants to make him mad

He's a pretty lazy wolf, all things considered. Mostly because he spends so much energy on hunts. He spends the rest of the time sort of lounging around the den with you

His favourite way to relax is with you curled up against him. Whether he's in wolf form or human form, he likes to have you on top of him

He's a very affectionate mate with no concern for pda. If he wants to kiss you, he'll kiss you. If he wants to hold you, he'll hold you. If he wants to whisper teasingly in your ear... well, you get the idea

He may not be up for helping with chores, but any chores you do he'll praise you plenty for! He does genuinely appreciate the work you do to keep the den nice for everyone

He'll often bring back feathers or flowers or pretty rocks for you to decorate your shared little area of the den with

He gets very agitated whenever someone new comes near the den. His top priority in life is protecting you, so he's constantly looking out for threats

Being Nick's mate means lifelong love and protection

Joseph:

Being the Alpha's mate is complicated

On the one hand, you get the best of everything. The best cuts of meat, the best area of the den to sleep in, the best blankets and everything

On the other hand, when one of the others is angling to make another bid for Alpha, you have to deal with them threatening to take you as their prize as well

But Joseph never sees you as a prize. He doesn't take you for granted or assume you're with him because he's the Alpha

He loves you, he cares about you, and ever since the day you arrived he's made the effort to get to know you. To learn about who you are deep down

But he will use his status as Alpha to pamper and spoil you. He can't help himself! He wants you to have all the best things, and if he needs to throw his authority around to get that for you then he will

He's away from the den the most often. He wants to earn his position and make sure he's not slacking just because he's in charge. So when he is around, he just wants to spend all his time with you

He'll just follow you around while you do chores, like he's a lost puppy. He'll rest his chin on your shoulder if you're standing still, or gaze lovingly at you if you're moving around. He's so soft for you, and the others all see it

If anyone does try to take you from him, he'll fight immediately. He won't hesitate. He's not about to let anyone take you away from him

Your Alpha loves you more than anything

Jean:

Jean might be an omega, but he does not act like one

He carries himself with all the confidence of an Alpha

This also means that he treats you like the mate of an Alpha, not an omega. He pampers and spoils you rotten, both to prove that he can and because you deserve it

He likes to show you off. He wants you on his arm or in his lap or just generally with him at all times, so none of the others can possibly forget who you're mated with

He's another one who gets into fights with Bo over you. Partially because Bo just loves to antagonise people and partially because Jean is so aggressively possessive over you

He doesn't mind that he doesn't go out hunting as often as some of the others. It just gives him more time to enjoy being with you

He's also kind of a lazy bastard, but unlike Nick he doesn't have a good excuse for it. He just likes to nap with you in his arms, curled protectively around you

He's a biter. He wants to mark you as his, so he'll leave bitemarks all over you. Being his mate means being his chew toy as well

He's more territorial than the rest, so once you start staying in his part of the den with him, he refuses to let anyone else in

Jean is a very loyal and possessive mate

Bo:

Bo is by far one of the strongest in the pack. His raw strength is unrivalled

That is... when he's in his wolf form. In his human form, he's much smaller than a lot of the others in the pack

He's got a bit of a complex about it, so he'll go to you for comfort and reassurance that he's a very big, scary, strong wolf!

He can get very handsy when he's feeling threatened. When he thinks one of the others is trying to take you from him, he's all over you. He wants to prove to everyone that you're his mate

He's also very fighty. He'll challenge anyone who tries to get too close to you or tries to take you from him. This includes Nick, he's the only one stupid enough to challenge Nick, but only for you

He really likes hearing stories of your life before you joined them. He'll rest his head in your lap and ask you to tell him stories while you brush your fingers through his hair

He's always sort of considered going off solo for a while. Especially now that he has you, he'd love to run off with you. But at heart, he knows he wouldn't do well without his pack

At the end of the day, your safety is more important to him than anything. He'll swallow his pride and ask someone else to watch over you for him if he has to be gone for a long while

Whenever he comes back to the den, you're the first thing he checks on. He goes straight to you before anything else

Be prepared for a very hotheaded and intense mate

#sdj x reader

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