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Yandere! Monster x Reader [Werewolf]
In Romanian mythology, Pricolici is an evil spirit believed to be born after the death of wicked humans, able to transform into certain animals such as ferocious dogs and wolves. The etymology is unknown, although it's suspected to be of Dacian origin, thus going as far back in time as the 1st century BC. An ancient creature has set its predatory eyes on you.
Winner of the Folklore Monster Poll celebrating Romanian history!
TW: obsessive behavior, violence, death
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He can tell it's a dream. Nonetheless, it always feels unbearably real. He can smell the incense, hear the hurried trample of feet underneath him. He wants to open his mouth and demand they stop. No words ever come out, the throat is dry and flattened by heavy despair. It's a dream, after all. The priests march on, and the spears are lifted. For a moment, he's blinded by their powerful, sharp glisten. As he gazes at the sacred circle, it occurs to him just how uncomfortable the shackles are. He becomes somewhat distracted by this irritating friction, so much he doesn't register the instructions given by the mysterious men.
Centuries later, he would stumble upon an old history book by Herodotus that detailed his misfortune:
"The Getae are the bravest of the Thracians and the most just. They believe they are immortal, forever living, in the following sense: they think they do not die and that the one who dies joins Zalmoxis, a divine being. Every four years, they send a messenger to Zalmoxis, who is chosen by chance. They ask him to tell Zalmoxis what they want on that occasion. The mission is performed in the following way: men standing there for that purpose hold three spears; other people take the one who is sent to Zalmoxis by his hands and feet and fling him in the air on the spears. If he dies pierced, they think that the divinity is going to help them; if he does not die, it is he who is accused and they declare that he is a bad person. And, after he has been charged, they send another one. The messenger is told the requests while he is still alive."
The foreign hands tighten around his limbs and he takes a deep breath in, ready for the plunge. Truth be told, he's not too anxious. The first time was terrifying, but one becomes accustomed to death if it repeats itself, night after night as the years pass and millennia settle over it, like a thick blanket of ash and bone and dust. He doesn't remember the pain anymore, only the bitterness. The wrath. He had no business playing God's messenger. He hadn't wished to be choking on his own blood, rippling violently at the corners of his mouth as his eyes dart over the excited masses. There are claps and cheers, and hope, and peace. Just not for him.
No matter, if they long so dearly after eternity, he'll become their very proof. A tangible undead, a creature of eternity. Let them gaze at their ardent desire as it claws their bowels out for the birds to feed on. Let them sing praise before their God as their soft throats detangle under his fangs. Before he knows it, the corpses lay mangled at his feet and he notices his horrid reflection swaying in the puddles of fresh blood.
He has become a beast.
And just like that, the nightmare ends. It always ends here. He pats the sweat off his forehead with the monotonous vigor of habit. It's already noon and the narrow street flocks with curious tourists and natives on their stroll. Every now and then he will venture into the city, just to get a glimpse of the world. He twists the knob and opens a window, enjoying the breeze that cools his skin. His tired eyes wander around with no purpose.
That's when he sees you. Your wide, carefree smile as you converse with your friend. You're drawing circles along the edge of your coffee cup, propped over the table, entranced by your discussion. Your gentle laugh rings unexpectedly loud against his ears. He finds himself frozen in place, unable to contract a single muscle.
"Oh, this trail is supposed to have some really nice sights." Your friend is shuffling through unfolded maps, spread out onto the small café table. "We should leave pretty early though, otherwise it'll get dark before the return."
You groan at the idea. Your friend responds with a chuckle.
"Remember, our tour guide joked about werewolves roaming the outskirts. Do you want to be eaten?" She inquires with a cheeky grin.
"You know I have a thing for monsters." You answer with a wink.
The jokes carry on until the bill arrives, and you eventually stand up and merrily make your way down the street. For a brief moment you feel a cold shiver running down your spine, so you peek back inquisitively. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Ah. By the time his focus returns, the sun is setting, reflecting its crimson rays over the old cobblestone. You've been gone for a while, so he must've been staring into the nothingness for good hours. He clears his throat, mildly embarrassed by his absent-mindedness. He isn't hungry, so he has trouble explaining his sudden captivation with a random human.
Even more bizarre is the consequence of the accidental encounter. The following nights are devoid of the usual torment. Has he ever had a peaceful slumber before? He can't recall. And yet here he is, vacantly eyeing the ceiling without the labored breath or cold shivers, faintly reminiscing about your amused expression. He frowns slightly at the realization that his recollection seems to contain less details compared to yesterday. Your face is smudged by the intense light of the noon, titled at an angle that allows no shadows to discern the features. What will he do when it's entirely gone? A faceless memory, anchored in the depths of his heart as a reminder of what could've been. Is there some universal law that dictates only misery remains unforgotten, or is he just exceptionally unlucky? Infuriating.
The overwhelming sensation creeps upon him again. A primordial vengefulness that hasn't yet released him from its cold, bony fingers. For once, can't he be granted fairness? His jaw clenches and he marches out of the room.
Tonight shall be a feast.
The lights are still on in the little tavern inn, and through the small windows he can make out the lively movement of the people inside. He glances at the waning moon one final time. The world may change, and the years may pass, but one thing has never left him throughout the centuries. Always bearing the same pallid, melancholic countenance, his taciturn companion rises, indifferent to the Universe.
His back arches outwards, the bones tear and twist, the joints dislocate and the skin is giving way to coarse, thick fur. His eyes now carry an amber glow as they rest on the modest building. Without further hesitation, he pounces on the door and it folds like cardboard under his inhuman strength. The room goes quiet and all heads turn to him. He recognizes that look. A fleeting second of fear and curiosity, before true panic settles in. But they rarely have the time to scream. Just as the vocal chords contract and vibrate, their chests are trashed and limbs are tattered. Splattered visceral remains and blood coat the ground under his feral attack.
You squeeze your eyes closed and force your hands over your mouth to ensure your stillness to the massacre. You were just returning from the bathroom when you heard the wails and the wet sounds of mutilated flesh. You'd ducked behind the wall and hid under an end table. What the hell is that creature? You initially thought a wild wolf had somehow made its way into the tavern, but no animal can be this large. There is a backdoor, but on the other side of this hall. You'd have to sprint across the archway that leads into the main room. Then again, if it's this busy ripping the others apart...
No need to ponder your options much. Silence falls behind you, which means the creature must have finished its horrid sport early. His snout picks up a particular scent and he tenses up, expectantly. Could it be?
The wooden parquet tiles creak under the weight of foreign footsteps; a human approaching you. You look up from under the table. Has someone dealt with the beast? Although you immediately regret revealing yourself. You freeze in your spot, hands propped on the ground, like prey awaiting execution.
The man is unnaturally tall, having to crouch under the ceiling, with wild black hair and rough features. His chiseled face is painted red, and his clothing is torn apart and soaked in blood. His large hands end in sharp claws, and amid his ruffled locks you can distinguish animal ears.
There you are.
Well, quite the irony to meet you here of all times and places. From this distance, you look even prettier. He bends over slightly to examine the details that have faded since the first encounter. A surreal experience, really. Seeing you kneel right in front of him and not as a figment of his imagination. He extends his fingers over your face and presses his nails in, leaving a vague trail of swollen, red skin. What a frail being you are.
"Your friend is alive, by the way." His deep, dissonant voice pierces the silence.
"O-oh." You gasp. You were so anxious you barely understood the meaning of his words.
"You may check on her if you so desire, however..."
He considers it. Normally, even after allowing his anger to seep into cadavers and ruins, all he's left with is disgust and emptiness. Yet your presence seems to fill him with unfamiliar comfort. If one is drowning, is it truly selfish to hold onto the first thing that keeps them afloat? The only people who'd condemn such beggar are the ones that have never been underwater. They don't know what it's like to have your lungs tighten and collapse under the heavy pressure, waving your arms towards a surface that's never reached.
"...You'll be coming with me afterwards."
You can only stare.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you." He attempts to simulate a smile. "I suppose I'm not too convincing like this", he jokes as he gestures towards his body, "But you have my word I'll never harm you."
"Why, though?" You manage to stutter, frowning in confusion.
He's taken aback by your inquiry. Perhaps his statement is indeed more threatening than anything else. On the other hand, he hasn't conversed with humans in...longer than he can remember. What might pose as convincing in this case? Drawing out a rose and confessing his undying love among the bodies he murdered feels rather ridiculous. Suddenly, a passage he's once read comes to mind. At the time, it depressed him greatly. Now it feels like the only fitting reasoning.
"Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?"
"Isn't that from Stoker's Dracula? How is it-"
You pause and search his eyes. Golden trenches of loneliness and gloom. Your heart is heavy and your mouth curls into a grimace the longer you stare into these pools swirling with agony.
"I understand." Is all you can mutter as you stand up.
Have you had a choice to begin with? Not even the frothing waves of a storming ocean can come between a dying man and his only raft.
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𝑪𝒂𝒕𝑵𝒂𝒑 x Reader
Warning: just an unhealthy relationship and a fucking tall cat
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While finding you while exploring the orphanage his first thought was to take you as a meal, he wanted to let you “grow” so there would be more to “eat off of.”
But soon days became weeks and the 9-foot (just guessing) musty, stale, fatass Cat got attached to you. And he hates it himself. So to keep it away from you, he accused and insulted you when he had the chance.
Saying shit like “No. No. now I understand why they fired you, you're a complete moron.” And “You’re the one who set the red-headed bastard free weren't you.”
Don’t worry, he does have nice nicknames for you like “Doll”, “Child”, or even “Mouse”
Like DogDay, he keeps you hidden in one of the hundred rooms in the orphanage. When you tried to escape, he destroyed everything in his path to capture you again, locking you up and keeping entities in the hallways so you wouldn't try to leave. “It's not my cup of tea to play hide and seek with you. Child."
Though when not locked in the room he carries you on his back, using his height to keep you from jumping off, though you could always risk breaking a leg and being locked back up in your room.
“It's kind of pathetic…to know that you're the merely thing left in this dungeon of untruths and gore…”
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Yan!Ethan Landry with girlfriend!reader would include:
Please don't report, all it will do is shadowban it
Tags: Yandere, toxic relationship, co-dependency, delusions, mentions of violence, scream6 spoilers, smut, brief perv!Ethan
Ethan is a wolf in sheep's clothing. A shy, dorky guy who no one would ever suspect of harming a fly. Chad introduced you two for the first time. Remembering his flushed face, wide eyes, and slight jolt when you shook hands.
For Ethan, it was love at first sight. Many times you crossed his mind, a fleeting thought he can never shake. He did all he could to catch a glimpse of you again. Feeling his breath shorten when you walked into a room, eyes fixated solely on you, forgetting whatever it was he was doing.
Ethan was eager to learn everything there was to know about you. Hours are spent scrolling through your social media. Him trying to figure out your schedule and which buses/trains you take so he can coincidently be there as well. Not to mention pestering Chad and his friends with endless questions until they push him to befriend you.
And on their advice, Ethan befriends you. As you are to him, he desires to be your closest friend, your soulmate, your everything. Safe to say Ethan attaches himself to your hip-whenever you are, Ethan is near. You don't give it much thought at first, after all this is Ethan you're talking about-the sweet, gullible Ethan.
Ethan goes above and beyond to please you. Offering his jacket because you seemed cold or buying your favorite snacks to cheer you up. And he's always there to console you; the sight of you in tears is enough reason for Ethan to rush to your side and cradle you against him.
But in all his sweetness, you fail to notice the dark look in his eye. You don't see how his grip tightens when you enjoy the company of another. How his jaw clenches when you dismiss your time together in favor of some of your stupid friends. If you were to ask, Ethan would drop everything; why not do the same for him.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise when one of your ‘friends’ ends up dead. Their body discovered with numerous stab wounds, almost as if they had been repeatedly stabbed in rage. And as you shed tears in sorrow over your friend, Ethan is there to comfort you, holding you close to him.
Over time, you also begin to notice how many of your things go missing. Unaware of how Ethan jerks off with your panties, imagining him fucking you-stuffing you with his cum. Unaware, he mists his room with your perfume, paying special attention to his pillows, inhaling the scent as he imagines holding you. How much he would give anything to wake up with you by his side.
It was as if the universe was on his side. When Ethan asked you out, he was afraid of your rejection, of hearing "Sorry, I only see you as a friend." But to his complete surprise, the word "yes" was uttered with your lips, and he felt the sudden urge to kiss you.
He got his wish when he asked for a kiss; you eagerly agreed, moved by his sweetness. The kiss started slow and gentle and for a brief moment, Ethan believed he was dreaming. It was everything he hoped for and more. And before you knew it, he deepened the kiss, stealing your breath away as he did so.
Ethan became addicted to the feeling of your lips touching his. It didn't matter where you were or what you were doing, your boyfriend will still steal a kiss from you. That or smothering your face with kisses, savoring the sound of your laughter as his arms wrap themselves around your waist.
Even one day apart from you is like asking Ethan to stop breathing. He has lived his entire life without you, but a taste of you in his life has him hooked. He loves you as if he was an alcoholic-refusing to ever let you go.
But at the end of the day, Ethan is aware of his tendencies. Knowing full well how you will react to his violent and possessive tendencies, yet there is still this slight delusion in Ethan. That maybe after spending so much time with him, that if he were to remove everyone from your life and be the only person left, you will love him with the same ferociously.
You can't recall a time when you went without Ethan's touches. Where you haven't felt his hands roam your body and caress your skin. He's touch starved; truly. Feeling his hand on your back or reaching for yours as you walk. Pulling you on top of him as you cuddle, nuzzling his face to your neck. But you never complain, do you.
But…sometimes Ethan lets his tendencies creep in. Not missing the agitated expression on his face when your friends join your company. How he once crashed a can in his hands when you were laughing at some stupid joke they made. Remembering how he once came to you with bruises on his hands and face, all while there was news of another body being found. But even then, how could you suspect anything of your sweet Ethan.
Soon you began ditching your family and friends all for your boyfriend. He always knew the ways to snatch you away. And according to him, the two of you must do everything together. Doing chores? He is happy to help. Looking to binge a show? Don't do it without him. Have to get something from the store? Of course, he will come along.
Strangely, many of your friends have complained that you ignore their texts or miss their calls. When you question Ethan, he merely shrugs feigning innocence. Several times you caught him looking through your phone. He has given you his (unaware he has another one) this shows that he trusts you, do you not trust him as well? Besides, if you are so protective of your phone, you might be hiding something from him; if not, why not let him look.
If you haven't guessed, boundaries don't exist in Ethan's dictionary. No matter how many times you try to explain it to him, he just doesn't get it. Do you no longer love him, has his presence started to annoy you? What started as a confrontation ended with you consoling him.
Similar to your everyday relationship, Ethan is eager to give. He's addicted to your taste; obsessed with your pretty little pussy. He's like a starved man, satisfying his insatiable hunger. Having you seated on his face with his hands gripping each of your thighs as he devours your dripping cunt. Feeling the vibrations of his moans against your heat.
Your boyfriend is a total horndog, it must be said. The numerous times he whisked you away only for you to have sex in a restroom or an abandoned storage space. He was even worse behind closed doors; there wasn't a surface in the entire damn place that you hadn't fucked on. Even in the early morning or in the wee hours of the night, you can feel the hands creeping between your thighs.
He’s usually so gentle and attentive; it’s expected of him to prioritize your needs over his. But there are times when Ethan shows a different side to himself. Usually, if he observes you being overly friendly with someone else. Removing your clothing with such eagerness that you fear he might rip it. Almost wincing in pain as you feel his fingers digging into your skin. There’s this dark look in his eye as his girthy cock fills you to the brim. The following day, Ethan returns to his usual self and you choose not to mention the bruises he left behind.
With the murders that are occurring through Woodsboro, Ethan uses it as a way to keep you close to him. What would you do if you were being attacked and he wasn't there to protect you. He even insists that you share a dorm from now on.
Ethan may even pull some strings to make Mindy and her friends view you as a suspect. But don’t worry Ethan is there to reassure you that he doesn’t believe you could ever hurt anyone. It appears to be just the two of you. You two against the entire world.
When his plans to get rid of Sam and her friends are carried out. Ethan considers the life that will come after that, the life he will have with you. He has daydreamed many times at night of the two of you owning a home-living together with a ring on your finger. Perhaps some children will be involved, he does believe you'll make a wonderful mother. Wouldn't that just be the perfect life.
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Sleeping Beauty
Day 14 of Kinktober: Somnophilia
Pairings: Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader
Tw: NSFW, Non-Con
You shouldn't have left your window unlocked. You looked so innocent and pure asleep. He just wanted to get a shirt back, but his mind went else where when seeing you only wearing a shirt. The exact shirt he was coming to get. It was rather hot in your room, so he understood why you weren't wearing much clothes.
The bed dipped as he kneeled on it. He scooted closer to you, towering over you. He looked down at you; You looked so peaceful. He wanted to take that from you.
He kissed your cheek, lifting up your -well technically his- shirt, lightly grazing your skin. He could feel the ghostbumps on your skin and your body shiver. You were wearing lace panties, so you must have wanted this. Yes, he reassured himself, you wanted this. If you didn't, you wouldn't be so pretty and wet for him.
He pulled down your panties, before leaning down to your panties and lightly licking you. He felt you shiver, but you did not awake. He pushed a finger inside, fiddling around, as he sucks on your pussy.
You lightly groan, but still no stirring. He pulls out his finger, kissing your pussy lightly, before sucking on it like a vacuum. He unbuckles his belt, before pulling out his cock through his boxer's hole. He plays with the tip, before lightly stroking himself.
When he gets wet, he finally pushes himself inside of you. He groans at the feeling, his eyes rolling back. He slowly thrust inside of you, before deciding to pick up the pace.
"Ugh. Uh. Ugh. Fuck, fuck, fuccckk, fuck." He was glad you weren't awake, so you couldn't hear his whiny moans. The last thing needed was you to tease him.
He could feel his stomach twist and his thrusts got sloppier as he got closer to his climax. He quickened his pace, the bed shaking and slamming into the wall. He was surprised you hadn't awoke, but nothing could stop him now, he was too close.
Finally, he came undone with a loud, pornographic moan. He lightly groaned, his cum filling you up. He pulled out, watching his cum leaking from you, before smirking.
He didn't really need the shirt, you could keep it if you liked it so much.
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[In life you have two paths who you want to become]
Type A Y/N : I like to do illustrations ☺️💕
Type B Y/N : I like to dissect people, did you know I’m utterly insane ☺️💕
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Hi! Can I request a Fem!Reader x Pennywise Smut where pennywise uses his tounge to fuck reader?
Literallsfsdfsdfsdfsdsdsd yes you can. I haven't written for Pennywise in a GRIP.
I present to you:
Drops from a Nectarine
warnings: fem receiving oral, dub!con, cunnilingus
Sun pours in through the open shades fallen onto your bay window. Eyes fluttering open with an exasperated moan, you turn your head to the side to get away from your offender. They do not follow. Your head sinks into the plush, microfiber sheets of your full-sized bed and for once, you decide to stay. Your bliss isn't taken advantage of, dread filling your chest as the overwhelming feeling of an uninvited visitor overcame the morning euphoria.
"Good morning, Bee." He tumbled over his words. That fucking clown. You tense, legs curling up and away from the foot of your bed.
"Go away Clown..." You murmured, voice shaky and unstable as his gloved hands pressed down on your sheets. He was covered in a thick layer of grime, as he was always. The sewers were no place to live, and a sewer-dweller had no place in your room. But still, he insisted, mimicked knuckles spreading and pulling against your clean sheets and effectively ruining them from further use. You'd have to burn them later, it was the only way.
"Buzz... Buzz... Buzz..." His head twisted rapidly towards you, faintly jingling as he crawled up your bed with a twisted grin. Pennywise's puffy red lips dripped with saliva, you watched a little too long to be the perfect victim. "You always know where to sting." You turn away as he lunges, towering over your frail, be it in comparison, body. Your limbs begin to shake with fear, anticipation as he watches over you with a blank expression.
"Why are you here Pennywise." You ask, it comes as a plea, and you fall deeper into the plush safety of your dirtied sheets. He gives you a smile, a fake one, which has your stomach twisting with something evil. "I am... hungry." He replies to your question as if it had been a simple answer, not one you had tossed and turned for the last few nights. "I do not fear you."
Pennywise grips you by the thighs, claws breaking through makeshift gloves to rip apart your underwear to shreds. "I've had my fill on fear... I am satiated." He giggles, head tilting downwards to glare at your exposed cunt. "I need a different type of food." And so he leans, his claws pushing your legs backwards and into a position which had you gritting your teeth. One that would have him giggling his crazy little giggle again.
With that, his tongue extends and begins to lap at your swollen folds. He holds you down as he tortures you with a callous tongue. His head ducks further, spreading them open to reveal your aching clit- which he nudges with his large tongue again. Your hands find his hair as you arch against the bed, pushing your heat against his dripping tongue. He tortures your clit with a cruel precision, one that has you knowing he's racked up quite the body count in his thousands of years alive. You cannot bring yourself to care, a whimper falling from bitten lips.
"I told you not to come back!" You sobbed, legs involuntarily squeezing around his head. And his head drops further with that, tongue parting you to dip inside your warm heat. Pennywise moans against your cunt, eyes rolling back and teeth enveloping the lower part of your pelvis. It felt as if he was eating the soul inside of you, yourself slipping through the closed fingers of your spirit and falling into his mouth where you'd meet your sweet demise. His tongue pistoned in and out of you, sucking in your wetness with loud slurps and squelching. You'd never been eaten out in such a way, eaten like he wanted more than just your sex. Like he wanted you.
"God!" You cried, pushing against his head as his claws drew blood from your skin. It rolled down your thighs and into your sheets, the same ones you had ran your fingers through and grabbed. Pennywise jingled for a moment, tongue rubbing against the roof of your heat as you thrusted your hips against his mouth. "Mm close!" You gasp, fingers rubbing against his head as his hands hold you in place.
Pennywise chose not to respond, instead his chest rumbled with a feral growl as he pushed his tongue impossibly deep into your cunt, a gloved thumb moving to rub circles around your clit. And with a loud whine, you released into his mouth. He drank you in like you tasted better than any blood that had ever touched his tongue. Back curled over your pelvis as he held your heat flush with his face, his eyes were rolled back and his teeth had sunk deep into your skin. Fear erupted with the blossomed pleasure which ran hot through your veins and Pennywise audibly moaned.
"Let go..." You gasped, pushing lightly at his hands. You already wanted to go back to sleep. Luckily he obliged, pulling away from you and licking his lips with a lewd glare. It didn't take long before he dropped your legs and crawled over your shaking body. You pressed your hand against his chest and sighed. "You'll be back?" You mumble, and he slots his thumb between your lips. "Can't get enough of this cunt..." You release a hollow giggle, nipping at the tip of a gloved finger and pushing Pennywise away. He watches you slip underneath the covers and stays until you fall back into a restful sleep.
He'll be back.
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could i please get thomas hewitt with an girlfriend who just loves how protective he his of her? like, shes over here like "Yeah, my boyfriend just killed two guys for touching my ass? thats so romantic :D"
literally head over heels for his protective side.
SORRY THIS IS SO LATE MY LOVELY
also i love this request-
THOMAS HEWITT x READER
He is super protective of you
If you want anyone killed you just let him know
He’ll come back with a bag that looks suspiciously like a body later that day
If you like his protectiveness tho?
Oh you better be ready cos you will not be leaving his side
Like ever
If anyone laid their hands on you ever theyre gone
Thats obviously if anyone was to inappropriately touch you without consent
Not if like one of yoyr friends gave you a hug
ANYWAY
Im getting off topic
He has a big ass chainsaw and is not afraid to use it
He thinks you are the most precious in the world and will do anything he can to protect you
Meanwhile you’re just stood behind him cheering him on
*aggressive chainsawing*
‘WOO GO TOMMY!’
He will give you the biggest hug
He loves that you support his violence 🫶🏻
<3
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Memories of A Past
Pennywise x Reader
Summary: Before Pennywise became the killing clown of Derry, he used to be a simple man, your man.
Before a meteor hit, before all the blood and children cries, he used to be a simple man.
A simple man who worked at the circus. A simple man who was in desperate love with you.
He was your man.
And you were his woman.
His name was Robert Gray, better known as Bob Gray, better known as Pennywise the Dancing Clown.
Bob was the love of your life. He could make you smile all the time. He always had something up his sleeve and he loved your laugh.
Your father was against Robert. He often said you deserved better than a clown.
But you didn't care.
You married him and joined the circus.
It was a simple life, but it was your life. Yours and your Bobby's.
And soon, you were blessed with a child. A beautiful daughter who was loved by you and Robert.
"She has your eyes." he said as he smiled at you, tears in your eyes as you watched him with your daughter.
You had a lovely life. Robert made everyone smile with his dancing clown persona and your daughter was growing fast.
But then, something changed. One day, you could have sworn the man in front of you wasn't your husband anymore.
The man holding you during nights, the man who kissed you good morning, wasn't your Bobby.
And it scared you.
He scared you.
"You are the most precious." he often told you, whispered into your ear.
Everywhere you went, death followed. Children were dying left and right and you were extremely concerned.
Then during the Easter Egg Hunt you had a feeling your husband had something to do with it, you couldn't confirm it though.
That evening, when you arrived home to your trailer, you noticed your husband still wearing his clown costume, he turned to look at you and you wanted to ask him.
You needed to confront him, you needed answers. But your voice never came.
You weren't too sure what happened after. All you could recall were three bright dots, shining bright as you fell asleep.
Pennywise woke every 27 years. He woke to incredible hunger which he needed to fulfil.
He had you down in the debts. Keeping you there for centuries now, asleep, dreaming away.
Pennywise had an attachment to you. He wondered if it was because of the host he took. Taking Robert, he took his memories, and Robert's memories were filled with you. At first, Pennywise wanted to kill you, he saw you as a weakness, but he couldn't.
And even after so so many years, he still couldn't let go of you. He kept you in your dream, so he would have you, floating.
Every time he woke up, he went to see you. His sick and twisted mind saw the beauty that you were. He placed a gentle hand on your cheek.
"You are the most precious," he whispered.
And while he was out there eating and scaring children, you and your Bob were trapped in a dream along with your little girl.
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Knife's Canvas (Pt. 1)
Yandere Poly!Ghostface x Reader
warnings: mention of torture (not reader), planned stalking.
prompt inspired by @jadedstarlight03 's prompt to @creepyyanderegirl on yandere stu with artistic reader. I liked it and took my own spin with it since I simp for Billy too.
"I admired your sketch!"
The cursive note, adorned with a smiley face, stared back at you, earning an A+ grade on your inaugural in-class creative writing assignment at Woodsboro High. As a newcomer, you had hoped your depictions of characters like Garfield and Scooby Doo would endear you to the teachers, and it appeared they did. Sketched in red pen and colored with pastel pink highlighter, your drawings grinned up at you, surrounded by tiny glitter hearts.
"Oh, those are wicked!"
The cute blonde girl seated behind you leaned over your shoulder, her minty breath fanning into your face as she praised, "Do you draw a lot? Did you do those in class? It's pretty fast if you did."
"Yeah! I started doing art last year, but you get better and faster with practice," you replied with a warm smile, eager to make your first friend. "I think these took about 3-4 minutes each."
Your face warmed as she leaned closer, her chest lightly pressing against your back as she inspected your paper. She pointed to the little hearts, "Those are so cute!" Her approving face turned toward you as she introduced herself, "I'm Tatum."
"I'm ____," you replied, pleased to make introductions effortlessly. The teacher's allowance for 5 minutes of free time before class's end was a welcome opportunity for socializing.
"You should join my friends and me after our next class for lunch; maybe some of us will be in your classes!"
"That would be so nice," you said, relief evident in your voice. "I'm honestly pretty shy, so making friends can be intimidating."
Her dazzling smile accompanied her words, "Perfect! If you have Chemistry next with Mr. Scott, I'll show you where it is if you don't already know."
"Um," you leaned down to your backpack, sifting through your new student documents to find your schedule. "Oh, it's actually history with Ms. Johnson."
"Hmm," Tatum leaned back, crossing her legs as she thought. "I think Billy has that class. Maybe if you leave a little early, you can catch him. He's the guy with the, uh," she seemed to struggle for words, "grunge hairstyle? I think he's wearing a dark red t-shirt today if that helps. He's a little grumpy sometimes, though, so if you're too nervous or he's mean, we'll look for you at lunch."
The bell rang, and students not already congregating by the door got up to leave. You neatly tucked your graded paper into its designated folder and stood, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as Tatum rose in tandem.
"I'll try!" you said with a giggle, even though meeting Billy made you nervous. "It was nice to meet you."
"You too," Tatum said, pulling a pack of gum from her bag and offering you a piece before you left. "I think your next class should be in that building, right? I’m not sure if you had it yesterday or if it’s a Tuesday-Thursday class."
Thanking her again, you made sure your Discman had the CD you liked the most before connecting your headphones and heading off in that direction. You'd only have a few minutes of music, but it was worth it!
After finding your next class, you lingered around the door since you were early, hoping to at least place who Billy was from Tatum's description. After a moment of trying to not look awkward as you stood around, you spotted him.
He did have a grungier hair style, reminding you of a movie star you'd seen on TV recently. It threatened to fall in his eyes as he stalked towards the door, a bored look on his face. Now that you noticed him more, it was hard to ignore that he had a pretty face. Trying to not overthink it now that you realized you thought he was kind of cute, you pulled your headphones down from your ears until they hung around your neck as he came closer to the class.
When he noticed you looking at him as he drew closer, his eyes narrowed suspiciously, the scowl on his face deepening and making you feel even more nervous.
"Hi," you said somewhat sheepishly, "I'm ___. I'm new and met Tatum in my last class. You must be Billy."
His eyebrow raises and his eyes soften, but the scowl remains, “Oh?”
“Yeah…” you trail off a little, unsure of what to say since his response was sort of dry, “I’m from the more southern part of the state and we moved up here for my dad’s new job. I hear you guys experience the seasons up here so I’m excited to see them! The leaves never change in the fall where I’m from.”
His dark brown eyes have been boring into yours as you speak, making your face feel warm for the second time today. They dart down to the folder in your hands and he smirks as he says, “That’s cool.”
For your history folder, you’d tried to paint torsos and busts like the ancient historic statues from Greece and Rome you’d seen in a National Geographic magazine on the cover. They were naked torsos, but you had tried to make the nipples on the women look less prominent to avoid getting into trouble. If you had any sense, you’d have depicted something else to entirely avoid the possibility of getting into trouble, but you’d gotten irritated at the idea of censoring art.
“Oh, thank you! I hope I don’t get shit for the nudity, but I guess I could probably give them all clothes if I need to.”
He nods towards the classroom and you notice the hallways are getting quieter, “We should head in. There’s a couple empty seats near me.”
Ms. Johnson's strategy to get the kids interested in history was to start with the brutality of the medieval age, it seemed; with diagrams of the torture methods they created being the highlight of her second class after syllabus day.
The history class, guided by Ms. Johnson's unwavering enthusiasm, delved into the unsettling corners of medieval history. As the lesson progressed, she took a moment to present an image of a haunting artifact, projecting it onto the screen for the entire class to see.
"Now, can anyone tell me what this is?" Ms. Johnson asked, gesturing to the screen. It was a grotesque device, an iron contraption with a cold, heartless design. Sharp spikes protruded inward, forming a cage around the wearer's head. The unsettling silence lingered as the class peered at the image, growing discomfort palpable.
To everyone's surprise, ____ confidently raised her hand, her eyes betraying an unexpected depth of knowledge.
"It's called the Scold's Bridle," she answered, her voice steady. "An oppressive device designed to silence women who dared to speak their minds. The spikes prevented any speaking, ensuring their voices remained stifled."
Billy arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "How do you know about that?"
____ shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips. "I read a lot. History isn't just about dates and battles; it's about the struggles people faced, especially women, and respecting the challenges they went through."
Billy's skepticism softened as he nodded slightly. "Guess history is more twisted than we think."
____ leaned towards him slightly, a smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes and made his spine tingle slightly, "Oh, you have no idea."
"Ah, ____," Ms. Johnson said with genuine admiration and ____'s attention snapped back to her, "Impressive knowledge there. I'm eager to see your thoughts on this in more detail, perhaps in an essay. It's always refreshing when students connect with the material on a deeper level."
"Now, let's delve further into the complexities of medieval society. How these devices were not only instruments of physical torment but also symbolic of the societal norms of the time."
The lesson continued, and ____ slowly flipped through her sketchbook to find a fresh page, seemingly reviewing her previous art briefly as she did so. Billy faced the board, but his eyes were turned downward, toward ____'s hands. He caught a glimpse of previous drawings – a mix of cartoon characters and a few creepier depictions.
Angry faces splattered with red marks resembling blood and figures wearing intimidating masks (or just freaks with the scariest faces ever) caught his eye. Intrigued, he discreetly watched as she began absentmindedly sketching the torture devices described in class as she listened, switching out her pens to smear red ink on them. He caught his scoff before he uttered it when he realized she was drawing the devices in glitter pens, her eyes flickering from the images on the screen to back down at her paper.
He must have been too obvious, leaning in too closely or being too pointed with his staring now because she had flipped to a fresh page and locked eyes, an unreadable expression across her face. There was a pause before she tucked her sketchbook into her bag and turned her attention back towards the board.
Billy felt a mischievous idea forming in his head as he let his eyes linger on her, knowing she could probably see him staring in her peripheral. If she wasn't thrilled about him seeing her portfolio, perhaps there was more hiding in that sketchbook than just cutesy cartoons. It could be amusing for him and Stu to explore her place once they found out where she lived, hunting for more art she wasn't ready to showcase while they scoped out their new potential victim. If the glimpses of what he saw when she had flipped through it implied there was anything more beneath her vanilla exterior, Billy was confident that he and Stu could uncover it.
As the bell rang, she turned to him with what he'd call friendly eyes, the strange demeanor now gone, "Are you hungry or what? Is the cafeteria food at Woodsboro High edible or would I be better off hunting a bird?"
He huffed, "You'd be better off starving." Nodding towards the door, he started towards it, hardly waiting for ____ to collect her bag, "Maybe Randy will be enough of a simp to offer you whatever his mommy made for him."
Noticing the disdain Billy seemed to have for Randy's mother but feeling too tentative about the potential for conflict to ask more about it, ____ decided to leave it alone and hurry after him into the now bustling hallway.
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Wild Nights-Yautja OC (Tua'chin) x Reader
18+
Summary: After two weeks off ship, hunting, your mate is back and wants to show you how much he's missed you
Word Count: 3,426
Notes/Warnings: AFAB!Reader, Smut, Exophilia, Dom/Sub, Orgasm Denial, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected sex (wrap it up, even if your lover is from a warrior alien species), cockwarming. Pyode means 'soft'
Soft, low, barely audible clicks sounded from behind you, a familiar sound that made your shoulders straighten and your body tense. You didn't turn at that point, though you could feel the looming presence staring at your back. Instead you kept your attention on the little sucker in your arms.
The cooing alien child tried to click and growl out a word as you put them down to bed, but their mandibles weren't quite developed enough yet and, when they tried to speak, all that came out was a high-pitched 'ooo'. Most of the youngest suckers called you 'ooo', finding it too hard to say 'oo-man' just yet, and a lot of the older children kept up the nickname as children did.
You were one of only two humans on the ship, the other also being a yautja's mate, and you'd happily volunteered to help at the nursery. It was nice to take care of the future killers, nice to spend time with the other grown Yautja who helped out, and gave you something to do when your mate, T'uachin, was off-ship, hunting as he had been the past two weeks.
He was back now.
You turned and were met instantly with the familiar pattern of mesh-like alien metal that decorated your mate's chest. Ever the perfect hunter, he had managed to sneak up on you even after warning you he was there.
“Hey.” You smiled as you looked up at him, practically vibrating in excitement “How was the hunt?”
“I missed you, pyode.” He croaked. He’d picked the words up as he did all other, through replication, but you had taken the time to teach him the meanings as he had with you and his language.
“I missed you too.” You checked that nobody else was around -the other carers were looking after suckers elsewhere, and the children that were around were asleep or play-hunting- before you wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted yourself up to press a kiss to his rough cheek. He hummed happily and turned his head just a little to tease his mandibles across your neck and make you giggle “T'ua, stop. It tickles.” His low clicking laughter only made his mandibles tickle your neck more, and he had to tighten his hold on you when you tried to wriggle away playfully.
His hands on you shifted and he pulled you almost totally flush against him. His next exhale was a purr as his large hand fell to your ass. Oh, he really missed you “Bedroom?” He asked and you nodded once. He lifted you up with ease and carried you through the ship to your bedroom with little fanfare.
On your way, you passed a few of your clan who cheered and clicked after you and T'uachin, saying things you barely understood other than 'oomani' and several variations of 'pauk'. You felt T'ua straighten a little in pride, but the attention made a sickly feeling coil in your gut and you turned your head further into his neck as though that would hide you enough. The laughter from your clan only grew but T'ua took mercy on you by hurrying past them and into your room, softly clicking by your ear.
He didn't even bother turning on the light, preferring to carry you straight to the bed and lie you down. There was only a slight bit of light coming through the window from the distant stars, so all you could see of him was the intimidating silhouette, towering over you from the end of the bed. This was the last thing some creatures would ever see, if they were lucky, and the knowledge that he chose to please you rather than hunt you made a chill run down your spine. You sat up on your elbows after a few seconds of nothing. Just as you were about to speak, T'uachin snarled out “Strip.” And how could you refuse?
First you cast off your shirt and under-shirt, throwing them aside like they burned, before wrestling your bottoms off and similarly casting them away. You weren't sure if he could really see you. After a second of silence, however, you heard a slow rumbling. You almost mistook it for the constant white-noise of the ship, until a small snarl punctuated it and T'ua spoke up again “Beautiful.” He snarled before the lustful purring started up again. Soft thuds sounded as he stripped off his armour, again only barely seen to you in silhouette, and he stalked over to you.
His shadowed form climbed onto the bed, crawled over slowly to you as you playfully shuffled further back before his hand shot out to grip your ankle “No running, pyode.” You nodded and looked up at him with wide eyes, just as he got close enough for you to make out his face. One claw came up to stroke your cheek and under your chin to tip your head up more “Speak,”
“Sei-i, N'yaka-de.”
While you had a rudimentary knowledge of the Yautja language, you had quickly learned what words had an effect on your mate. You knew that, post-hunt especially, T'ua wanted your submission, wanted to be your N'yaka-de, your master. Another purr rumbled through him and his mandibles clicked against each other.
“Good pet.” The claw at your chin stroked over your neck and slowly down your chest. His strong hand cupped a breast, claws threatening your soft skin, and he chuckled at the soft tremble he felt from you; not one of fear but of excitement and anticipation. The tip of his clawed finger circled your nipple slowly until it hardened so he cast the flat of his finger across the peak “My Pet.” You nodded instantly, though it wasn’t a question and never would be. His attention turned to your other breast to repeat the action with quiet self-satisfied clicks.
Meanwhile, your eyes were stuck on what you could see of his face. The twitches of his mandibles, the way his sole illuminated eye seemed to shine in the limited starlight, how his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, the little you could see of the texture of his skin -both the natural texture of his species and the scars that occasionally broke the pattern. You wanted so badly to touch him but you hadn’t yet been told that you could. All you could do was indulge his own touch as it trailed even further down across your stomach. His head dipped and his mandibles skittered across your shoulders and your chest in as much of a kiss as he could manage.
He looked back up to you as his hand turned, palm up, so he could stroke a thick finger across your already desperate lower lips. When his finger caught your clit, you whined and your head fell back while your hips raised to meet the feeling. A couple of clicks came from your lover as he repeated the action slowly and carefully, each time revelling in your sighs of pleasure “T’ua.” You sighed “Please don’t tease me.”
“Hush, pyode, let me.”
Torture. The only thing you could describe it as, as he played with your clit with one slick finger and his other hand explored the familiar plains of your body as you had both been missing for weeks by now. It was a slow gradual crawl, but you felt your orgasm building closer and closer. One finger to your clit became two, one on each side and rubbing with almost embarrassingly slick noises, pinching your aching pearl every so often to make your body twitch and Tua click in satisfaction. Eventually, he settled on his stomach between your legs in a way that made you wish not for the first time that he could use his mouth on you. He made up for it by watching in rapture as one of his fingers was pushed into your delicate heat.
T’ua fucked you harshly on the digit until you dropped your hand down between your legs to grip at his thick locks “N’yaka-de. I’m going to cum.” Sadist he was, he pulled all contact back from you and held your legs open so he could watch your cunt flutter.
“No. Not until I say.”
Only when your breathing slowed and you started to shuffle on the bed did he press his fingers into you again. Two this time, curling perfectly against the spongy spot deep inside and giving you nothing but mind-numbing pleasure as he pumped them in and out of your body. You didn’t bother holding back your moans and curses, knowing full well he’d want to hear every sound you could make and would only stop if you tried to suppress them. Each toe-curling shudder that ran through your body was met with a self satisfied chuckle.
T’uachin seemed content to give you all you could take, resting his head on your thigh and nuzzling there with soft mumbles in broken English and low rumbling Yautja. Your hands were still at his braids and he was more than happy to keep them there, especially when your hold turned to absent tugging. You gripped harshly as you came to the edge a second time and tried to pull away. He growled in warning and held you still, so you had no choice but to try and stay your orgasm yourself, whining when his fingers again stroked over sensitive spots inside you. Your body tensed more the longer he made you fight it, until finally you whined “S...Stop, I’m gonna cum.”
He did stop but didn’t pull back. His fingers stayed stretching you open, keeping you full of him so you couldn’t fully climb down from your near peak. He liked to do that sometimes after sex, keep you sat snug on his cock as you both came down until you were both ready enough for the next round “Good pet. Telling Master, so behaved.” You preened and wiggled at the praise, a movement that only served to hit your spot again and send a jolt through you.
Again, he waited until you were more controlled before his hands moved again, though your mind was still foggy with the feeling of being so close to cumming. That happened a third time, the warning and cool down, and then a fourth that came sooner than the previous. That time, T’uachin pulled his fingers from you and slipped them past his mandibles and into his mouth with an animalistic snarl. His eyes were stuck on your hips, absently rolling in a way that only enticed him to rise up onto his knees and to crawl forwards so he was looming over you with his thighs against yours.
“Do you want me to fuck you, pyode?” His words brought you to life and you moaned at the mere idea. If he was fucking you, he was more likely to let you cum, and you needed to feel one with him again. It had been two weeks, but it had been too long.
“Yes. Please, N’yaka-de, please fuck me. I missed you so much, I need it.” He purred as he cupped your cheek again and ‘kissed’ you with his twitching mandibles, making you giggle a little. It sounded delusional to your ears but T’ua didn’t seem to care.
“Good pet.” He nuzzled at your temple as he brought your hips together. You felt the weight of his hard cock resting between your legs, and usually you’d look down and see the contrast of your skin and his, or how much he’d end up filling you, but you were lost in the stars and his heavy gaze already. One slow thrust of his strangely textured length was almost enough to make you cum, but you were actively holding back, so all it pulled from you was a whine and a full body shudder “Sweet, soft, oo-man.” He purred and took his cock in his clawed hand, stroking the tip over your entrance.
The comforting clicking soothed the feeling of the stretch as he pushed into you. Being apart for two weeks, you almost forgot how much he filled you, nobody else, no toy, had ever made you feel so complete as T’ua did. The slight ridges along his cock had you trembling and trying to ground yourself so you didn’t instantly cum from just him pushing into you.
A low growl sounded from T’ua’s chest and he tipped his head to look at your flushed pleasured face “Beautiful.” You smiled and moaned softly “So strong, pyode. So pretty.” He slipped into Yautja, saying some things you barely understood, but the rhythmic cadence and tone of his voice soothed over your body and made you almost ignore the slow motions he made into you; pressing in about an inch at a time before pulling back a little.
The slow thrusts kept you just enough on the edge without tipping you over, leaving your entrance clenching around him for more. You felt like you were floating, unable to feel anything but your mate’s hands on you and his cock filling you up, not even able to feel the bed beneath you. Every nerve ending was on fire as T’uachin paused. He was almost totally sheathed in you and he just stopped.
He straightened up more and rested his hand just below your navel, pressing down a little and making you whine at the added pressure. You knew he was just looking at the slight bulge he’d caused at your abdomen already. Slowly, he pulled out a few inches and, with another soft cooing purr, jerked his hips forward in one motion so they were flush against yours, filling you to the brim.
Your only thought before all cognition was shot from your body was oh fuck.
Your back arched and your legs tensed as your orgasm took over you. Your toes curled and you tried to shift the immovable object of your mate so you could pull him closer and wrap yourself around him, needing to feel all of him. Supernovas were created in the space behind your eyes and fizzled away to turn into pleasured waves up and down your body. You could feel your inner walls pulsing to urge him to do more, to keep fucking you through it and make you whine. You couldn’t find the breath to even moan until your body relaxed totally and you stretched out on the bed.
You hardly let yourself feel the afterglow before a frown took over your flushed face and you reached for T’ua’s hand “’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I tried, N’yaka-de, I promise.” He clicked a couple of times, almost like he was tutting, and cupped your face in the hand you were still gripping the back of.
“Greedy oo-man.” A claw came to your mouth, pressing against your bottom lip and making you instinctively part your lips “I said no, but you took it anyway. You don’t listen.” While you tried to mutter out apologies, pressing kisses to T’uachin’s finger, he rolled his hips slowly and growled lowly, slipping his finger into your mouth “Could you not resist, pyode?”
“Mhmm.” You whimpered around his finger, suckling on instinct, and shook your head.
“Did I make you feel too good?” You nodded and arched your back as another rock of his hips made your already sensitive cunt clench around him again “Needy little pet.”
Suddenly he shifted you around so that your ankles were over his shoulders, somehow settling himself more inside you. You barely had the chance to shift your weight comfortably before he started to insatiably thrust into you. Still sensitive, your jaw dropped instantly and your breath stuttered out of your chest like it was being punched out “Do you want more, pyode?” He snarled at you, like you had any chance of answering. It took everything for you to nod, to try and grip at your lover’s shoulders before deciding just to grab his thick wrists. All you could do in this position was grip onto him and try to clench your muscles around his length, urge him without words to spill into you.
His head tipped at he looked down at you, looked further to between your bodies, watching as you took him in so snug and wet, the impact of his hips hitting your ass jolting you up each time. It was everything you’d needed since the day he’d left. Well, almost.
“N’y...N’yaka...N’yaka-de.” You managed to gasp out “Come inside, please.” T’ua shook his head, his braids falling from behind his back to dangle in front of your face.
“One more, Pyode. You wanted it so much you couldn’t wait, so you get one more.”
“Can’t.” A growl vibrated through his whole body, and therefore through yours.
“You can. N’yaka-de says you can.” One of his hands shifted from the bed beside you and he gripped your chin, slipping his thumb again into your mouth even as he carried on his assault on your fragile insides “Okay, greedy pet?”
“Yes.” You whined, muffled around his claw so it came out as ‘yeth’, and nodded through the velvet haze. You dropped your hand from his wrist and put your fingers in a ‘V’ around your swollen clit, too sensitive to touch directly but you needed that extra push to the edge.
You worked your fingers as much as you could handle around your button while still being almost tortuously filled by T’uachin, his cock so perfectly textured and shaped to tease your inner pleasure spots like nothing else could. You thought it was silly to say that your lover’s cock could put all toys to shame when toys were literally designed to please you, but then you met T’ua and realised...a lot.
Soon he had your thighs shaking on his arms, right on the edge again but he’d already given you the permission to fall. And fall you did. With the hand not between your legs, you gripped at T’ua’s forearm as though he’d pull it away and leave your mouth empty, half tempted to clamp your teeth down on the root of his finger to make sure it stayed.
This time, you knew that you were crossing the edge, and you whined a pathetic warning around T’ua’s finger “I know.” He purred in response but didn’t stop his motions, determined to fuck you through it “You can cum, cum for master.”
Again, your mind went blank but for the explosions of pleasure and the feeling of your mate around you, inside you, part of you, making each nerve ending in your whole body sing while also losing all feeling of the bed at your back. You weren’t sure what noise you made, if any. T’uachin didn’t stop fucking you through it, letting your orgasmic convulsions add more and more pleasure to himself.
You were aware of him pressing fully against you, almost folding you in half, and grinding his cock into you. The chance had you come down from your mindless peak just enough that you felt it when he came, his cock twitching and spilling his cum into you as he groaned low and deep, his hips jerking a couple of times.
Slowly, he lowered your legs from his shoulders. They were a little sore and stiff but that was helped as he helped you bend and unbend them a couple of times, having to slip his finger from your mouth but not pulling out of you just yet. When you could rest your legs a bit more comfortably, T’ua bent over your body again and pressed his face against your neck as purrs started to vibrate from his chest. He nuzzled you there, his mandibles clicking brushing against your skin until you giggled, squirming against him. Large hands came to cup the back of your thighs and it seemed like the ship did a flip as you were lifted from the bed and turned so you were straddling your mate, pressed to his chest. “Pretty oo-man.” He cooed as your shock subsided and you rested properly against him.
“My handsome Hunter.” Claws carefully trailed up and down your bare back, lulling you into a haze that you knew would turn to sleep if he didn’t stop soon.
After a few minutes of just breathing with him, touching him, listening to the blissful rumbles of him, you closed your eyes and sighed, slipping into a light sleep with T’uachin still nestled inside your warmth.
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Slashers x Reader || Stuck (NSFW)
A/N: HOwdy bitch! This is a cheesy, scenario prompt where the reader (or slasher) gets stuck and then fuck.
Warnings: Dub!con, teasing, fingering, oral, non!protection, female pronouns, blah blah blah
Michael Myers: Under the bed
"Damnitt," you hissed as one of the beams from under the bed came down on your lower back, keeping you pinned in your spot. All you were trying to do was grab a bag of winter clothes that was squished towards the back under your bed and now you were stuck, left to fight off dust bunnies alone. "Michael?" You called, heaving a sigh as you tried moving again but to no avail. You couldn't reach the bar with your arms due to the tight space; you were stuck.
"Michael!" You shouted, finally hearing his loud footsteps ascending the stairs.
"What do you w-" Michael snapped his mouth shut, eyes growing wide as he watched your lower half squirm as you tried to get out form under the bed.
"The bar is stuck and I can't get out. Lift the bed." You said, watching his feet cross the floor until he was behind you out of sight. For a moment, nothing happened and you grew irritated but silently reminded yourself who you were dealing with and took a deep breath. "Don't rip them please." With those simple words, you felt large hands cup your ass, reaching to the hem of your pants and pulling them down with your panties as well.
You felt his fingers trace over your skin, creating goosbumps in their wake. His hands spread your thighs apart and you heard him groan, your face heating up at the noise. Michael was practically foaming at the mouth by the time he slipped a finger into your cunt. His eyes never left your lower lips and he added another finger just a few seconds later, feeling the way your walls tightened around his digits. "Did you plan this?" He asked, his thumb moving down to circle your clit.
"You think I want to be under here?" You snapped, biting back a moan as he rocked his fingers into you. Michael chuckled at your attitude and curled his fingers, grinding them against your g-spot and watching your thighs begin to tremble.
"Hurry up and cum so I can rescue you and claim my reward," Michael grunted, his cock straining against his jeans and the smell of your excitement making his mind go numb. Maybe he would just fuck you like this.
William Schenk/Emmerson: Under the car
"Will?" You called, setting your bag down and taking your shoes off. Your house was quiet other than the loud banging from in the garage, a sign you knew would lead you to your fiancé. "How long have you been out here?" You asked as you found him under the old car you said would be better used as scrap metal than trying to fix.
"Hey babe," he replied, his hand coming out to grab a wrench of some kind before he went back to clanking away. "About two hours or so. I'll be done in a minute." William was so focused on fixing a stubborn part of the vehicle that he didn't even realize how the car jack had fallen. Five minutes later when he finally decided to call it quits, he realized the situation. "Shit," he grunted, yelling out for you.
"Are you okay?" You called as you came back into the garage, watching as he was trying to get out from under the car.
"I'm fine, the fucking jack fell again," he sighed.
"I told you to get a new one last week!" You nagged at him before you made your way closer to him. You weren't sure if it was the way he was sweaty and covered in grease or the bubbling arousal in your system but you had an evil idea. With light fingers, you traced your fiancés cock through his jeans, watching him twitch at the feeling.
"What are you doing?" William asked, curious to see where your mind was at, although he had a feeling he already knew.
"I like you like this," you cooed, watching his cock harden in his jeans at your constant petting. You gently undid the button and zipper before reaching past his boxers and pulling his erection out. You heard him suck in a breath as the cold air hit his shaft.
"Dirty fucking girl," he groaned, wishing he could watch you in this moment. The moment your lips and tongue met the tip of his cock, he was a mess. William had to grip the wrench in his hands in order not to grab pieces of the car that were already falling apart. He closed his dark eyes and just felt your mouth around him; warm and wet like your perfect cunt that he loves so much.
When he felt you pull off his cock completely he was frozen in waiting. He could hear a zipper and a thud of clothes before he felt your hand circling his base. "Let me out baby," he warned, his patience growing thinner by the moment.
With a soft laugh, you pressed the tip of his cock to your cunt and slowly sank down with a 'no', on your lips.
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Can I have yandere Aka Manto x Reader? I see you write Japanese myths, cuz why not?
Yandere! Urban Legend x Reader [Aka Manto]
You never know when you're going to meet your soulmate. It could be on a beach at sunset, on the last bus home, in the elevator of an office building...Or in a public bathroom after you just finished your business. Nevertheless, this urban legend monster has its eyes on you now.
Content: gender neutral reader, urban legend, part horror part comedy, gore!, monster romance
"Are you deaf? It's occupied!" you shout one final time, giving the door a swift kick to emphasize your presence. That's what you get for using a public restroom. Your coworkers had convinced you to try out another bar after the company dinner, and you might've had one too many cocktails. Thankfully most of the drinks were watered down, although it is exactly because of this detail that you're now hovering above a toilet seat with a full bladder. On a Friday night, in the partying neighborhood of the city, so it could explain the persistent stranger - possibly even drunker than you - who keeps rattling the lock of your stall.
To your horror, the handle begins to turn, and you hear a click. You scramble to get up and secure the door, but it's too late. With your pants halfway down, you gawk at the bizarre individual squeezing his way in: a tall figure wearing a red cloak and a mask. "What the Hell?" is all you can mumble to yourself, awkwardly gathering your garments in order to preserve your remaining ounce of dignity. Out of all the things to happen tonight...Alright, calm down. It's most likely a crackhead. You cast your eyes down and focus on the floor tiles, with patterns strategically chosen to hide as much grime as possible.
Pretty. Almost too pretty to kill. He might just take his time with you and savor the moment. Of course, you'll have to answer his question first. With bureaucratic efficiency, he pulls out two rolls of toilet paper and extends them to you. "The red one, or the blue one?" he asks with theatric gravity. What in the Avon samples Hell is this, you think, fidgeting nervously and avoiding any eye contact still. If you ignore him, he should lose interest.
A minute passes in heavy silence. His ghastly arms begin to tire, so he lowers them with a disappointed creak of the joints. "Y-you have to pick one", he insists. Damn it! Perhaps you've been told what to do if approached by mischievous spirits like him? Ignorance means you keep your head, though he was hoping for a gory night of entertainment. You can almost feel the intense stare coming from behind the eerie mask. The tension becomes unbearable, so you finally decide to push your luck. You will not spend the night stuck with a deranged pervert looming over you in a public bathroom.
Without further delay, you shove him aside and open the door. He lets out a surprised hum, observing your daring gesture and almost expecting you to run for your life. To his even greater shock, however, you stop to wash your hands with a relaxed whistle, completely unbothered by his presence. What happened to the fear, the terror, the dread? You peek at his reflection in the mirror, and your lips curl in a mocking grin. Maybe it's the alcohol finally hitting your nervous system, but all you see right now is a pathetic charlatan who tried to intimidate you with literal toilet paper. A good-for-nothing scoundrel interrupting the innocent from their much-needed bathroom break.
In fact, the more you consider your situation, the more your chest puffs with outrage and bravery. You pay your taxes, you help the needy, and this is how your civic deeds are rewarded? By having your stream cut midway? Unbelievable. Unacceptable. No other soul shall suffer your fate tonight. "Wretch!" you cry out, turning towards the aggressor and continuing your demands: "Evacuate the premises at once!"
You might not understand it yet, but your act of defiance has sealed your fate. The hooded monster smiles, relishing the words that have closed the gap between your fragile body and his blasphemous claws. You have spoken to him; thus, he can do with you as he desires. And yet, his murderous fingers hesitate. Your entrails should be splattered across the rarely polished porcelain by now. What's holding him back? He tilts his head in contemplation, but any intention to ponder his feelings is quickly discarded once a loud shriek pierces his ears.
As it turns out, someone else had been using the neighboring stall and was alerted by your little argument. Their finger is pointed at the cloaked creature, features twisted in disgust and fear. "Can't you tell we're busy?" The mysterious man inquires sarcastically. On second thought, this should be enough to satisfy his cravings.
With a snap of the fingers, the frightened bystander is torn apart by invisible hands right before your very eyes. Their limbs detach with surreal ease, and blood splatters everywhere in hot, sticky bursts. In your petrified daze, you are reminded of nature documentaries: blurry snippets of sharks trashing their victim around, fleshy chunks coming undone from the violent handling. Within seconds, the bathroom is quiet again. The walls and ceiling are drenched in fresh blood, and occasionally, fat droplets collapse into a puddle with resounding echo.
It all falls into place. The hooded creature claps its hands, startling you back into awareness. "That's what it was!", he says with enthusiasm. He approaches you with quiet steps, cushioned by the meaty remains coating the floor. He places one hand over the mask, removes it, and gives it a shake as if to clean off the crimson fluid. You involuntarily gaze at his face, taken aback by the handsome traits. Is this the appearance of a ruthless ghoul who butchers mortals for amusement? You wouldn't believe it if it wasn't for the hot trickle of foreign blood trailing your skin.
"I think I've fallen in love with you", he confesses with a wide, saw-toothed smile. You feel a clawed finger tracing your cheek affectionately. "Well? What're you so silent for? You were quite cheeky a moment ago!" he continues tauntingly, gripping your chin and forcing you to look up. "Or have you seen what happens when you misbehave? No, no, darling, I'd never! There are other ways in which I can ruin you."
You're suddenly very cold. With dry lips, you eventually open your mouth to speak: "I'm not leaving here, am I?"
"You could, but that would make me very upset."
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𝑫𝒐𝒈𝑫𝒂𝒚 x Reader PT. 1
You didn’t know why you even decided to go into the factory. You can’t even remember your motive for going on, but there was none of it left so why did it even matter?
DogDay. After finding you while you were exploring, he felt this deep down in his heart... This feeling had been longing to come back. For the last bit of humanity left in him, he kept you... he made sure you scavenged around for anything that could keep you healthy and alive, food, water, blankets, etc. Despite your whining and fighting, he didn't let you go deeper into the factory, and he kept you in a nest-like room in the orphanage... "Angel...Angel? Are you awake? Are you Hungry?”
You groan, digging your head into the pillow…you were practically kidnapped by this 8-foot humanoid dog, as much as you wished to escape and go back home it wasn't an option anymore, he'd always catch you… “D.D. I was sleeping” you whined
DogDay chuckled, a scratchy sound not matching his appearance. "Oh, my Little Angel...I knew you were sleeping but it's time to eat...please, for me." DogDay sounded exhausted with his role as protector. His tone never wavered from a soft, caring one. "You know that I need you to eat well...right?"
You sighed, looking at him for a few moments, how did you even get into this situation of being forcefully taken care of by some humanoid hellhound… “Yeah. yeah. Right. Just give it to me” you murmured, you almost felt pity if it wasn’t for the fact every time you tried escaping he’d hunt you down like a serial killer in a horror movie.
DogDay snapped his paws in the air, a sudden burst of joy hitting him. "Oh, I can't wait until you eat. I need to know what you think about what I got you." DogDay bounced as he spoke, his movements a stark contrast to his rough voice. "C'mon, Child, get up I got something really extraordinary."
You tense up, the last time he said ‘something special’ he had found a literal animal corpse...and not just any. But a raccoon corpse…wonder what gore you’ll see today, “Oh and what may that be…” you muttered, following in his steps.
"Oh, it's..." DogDay made a show of tapping his chin and pretending to think, then with a snap of his fingers and a loud "Ah-ha!" he said, "It's...a surprise!" DogDay bounced on his hind legs, a rare display of genuine joy that nearly sent him toppling over. "Come on, let's go! It's a real winner!" DogDay's demeanor was infectious,
There was no happy “yeah…” in it, just a sarcastic worried one... Although DogDay was oblivious, you followed him through the orphanage and he made sure to keep a close eye on you at all times.
"Now we're there." The monster said as he turned down a dark hallway behind the orphanage. The place was dark. Very dark. It smelled like mold and mildew and something else...blood. He led you to a room with an iron door. He swung it open. You stepped into the room. The light was murky, but you could make out a pile of...meat on an iron table in the corner. It was a mix of red and white. It was...not a raccoon, that's for sure...
“Th-that uhh…Hey D.Day…what is that?” Your voice became unstable and disturbed
DogDay sneered. "Why that's just your lunch. I know you were always looking a bit hungry, little Angel, so I figured you'd like a nice snack. It's...um...fresh."
“What kind of fresh meat.” You turn and perk up at him
The anomaly gave you another twisted grin. "It's a surprise...I got this, especially for you. It won't bite ya, I promise. Come on...take a bite. I bet you'll like it. Just trust me. Trust your guardian."
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Otis Driftwood x reader SMUT
Afab reader, degration, p in v, hair pulling, mentions of stockholm syndrome, biting, slight bdsm
500 words
Your whole body was sore with a thin layer of sweat covering your skin. Your face was buried into the sheets of the bed, tears from a mix of pain and pleasure falling onto the soft fabric.
You gripped the sheets as your capture pounded into you at a brutal pace. "Otis-" you said quietly before a receiving a sharp slap to your ass. "I said be quiet." He said sternly, continuing to roughly thrust into you.
"Or are you to stupid to remember what I said? Hm?" He asked with a cruel smile. You just moaned and gripped the sheets. "Well? You stupid or somethin'?" He asked in an annoyed voice when you didn't answer.
He roughly slapped your ass and quickly gripped your hair, pulling your head up roughly. "I asked you a damn question! Are. You. Stupid?" He asked sternly, tightly gripping your hair.
"Y-yes"
You said quietly, barely being able to think as he roughly thrusted into at a brutal pace.
"That's what I thought" he said with a smirk and let go of your hair, letting your head fall back into the sheets.
He began thrusting faster, roughly gripping your hips hard enough to hurt. He pushed your face farther into the bed, bringing his head down to yours, his hair draping over your face. "You like this don't ya? Being fucked senseless, being nothing more than a fucktoy? Hm?" He said with a cruel smirk.
"But it's not like you had a choice anyway." He said, letting out a laugh. You hated how much you loved this. The man you wished so desperately to escape from soon became the thing you craved.
He moved his head to your neck placing sloppy kisses and love bites along your skin. He left numerous hickeys and marks along your skin before finally biting down at the base of your neck. You yelped at the sudden pain, confused before quickly realizing what happened.
He pulled away with a smirk, looking down at the bite. "You're mine now, mama." He said with a smirk.
His thrusts soon became sloppy as he approached his orgasm. You weren't far behind. He moved one of his hands to your clit, you moaned into the pillow, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
After a few thrusts he came undone, roughly thrusting into you, shooting his seed deep into you, muttering curses under his breath.
You were quick to follow as he continued his assault on tour clit, letting you ride out your orgasm.
After a few final thrusts he pulled out of you and fell into the bed, pulling you on top of him. He moved your hair to reveal the bite mark on your neck. "You're mine. No one else's. Am I clear?" He asked sternly.
"Yes" you said quietly.
"That's my good girl" he said with a smirk
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Mary is the Girl that I wanna Fuck
Summary: As Miles' only friend, you are often put into uncomfortable positions, because he doesn't understand the difference between friends and lovers; Not when it comes to you
Pairings: Yandere! Miles Fairchild x Fem! Reader
Tw: Slight NSFW
You tapped your pen on the desk as the teacher droned on and on. Your eyes roamed the classroom, before they landed on your best friend, Miles. Some people didn't like Miles, but you think it's because they didn't understand him. He was just... well, different, it wasn't his fault. Or at least that's what you told yourself.
He must have felt your stare, because he turned around making eye contact with you, before smiling and waving at you. You quickly returned the gesture, before you grabbed some paper, wrote a note, put it on the floor and pushed it towards him. He looks towards the teacher, making sure she wasn't looking before grabbing the paper and opening it up.
'God, does she ever shut up? Blah blah blah... This class blows'
Miles feels a smile grow on his face. He quickly writes down a response, before tossing it back to you on the ground. He watches as you open the note, your mouth dropping, before your face turns a bright red. You looked up at Miles, seeing him thoroughly enjoying your reaction.
'Hope it isn't the only thing that blows'
If someone else were to see it, they wouldn't think too much about it, but you knew what he meant. You pushed the note in your bag, before looking back at the teacher and ignoring his knowing looks.
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As the bell rings, you hurry to get your stuff packed. You feel someone standing over you and look up to see the man of the hour, Miles. You tilt your head, giving him a knowing look. A smirk overtakes his face when seeing the knowing look.
"Really funny joke."
"Only for you."
"Haha," You sarcastically joke, before rolling your eyes. You pull your bag up to your shoulder and walk with him out of the class.
"You got any plans for the break?"
You look at him a little confused. What would you possibly do during the break? Your home was across the globe and there was no reason for you to go back home, it's not like your parents would be there. "Plans?"
"Yeah. Plans. Like, are you staying at the dorms? Or are you going home?"
"Why would I go home?"
"Do you want to come to my place?"
You were surprised by his suggestion. He had never suggested you to come visit his place, especially since his parents had died. He never like going back home, so you usually spend it at the school.
"Your place?"
He looks at you like it was the dumbest question in the world, "Yeah. That's what I said."
"I-uh um.. Wow, uh, well-"
His brows frowned at your hesitation. Did you not want to spend time with him? You always spent breaks together, even before his parents' death, so why were you now resilient. Anger grew behind his eyes, but he quickly shook it off, not wanting start a fight, because then you really wouldn't want to go.
You rub the back of your neck, before reluctantly agreeing to go to his place for the holidays and his face lit up in a way you haven't seen in months- Not since... Well, yeah.
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You don't know why you were surprised when you went over to his house, because you lived in a similar place, but it had been so long since you had been in a big home that it was kind of dysphoric.
He practically drags you around the place and showing you all around the house. He even takes you out to the stable showing you his favorite horse. A dark black horse, whose name you couldn't remember. He wanted to take you horse-back riding, but it was too cold for the horse to be out.
"Here, I want to show you my room. Oh, you'll love it- I can play some music for you." He says, his hand wrapped around your wrist as he drags you to his room, because honestly you didn't have much of a say.
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"Watch," He pulls at some of the guitar strings, showing you his hands movements, before you follow his movements. He watches you closely as you imitate his movements, but ultimately failed.
You groaned, rolling your eyes, before removing the guitar and setting it to the ground. "This is stupid."
You hear him chuckle and he grabs the arm rest of the chair, pulling you closer to him, "It's not that hard, your fingers just aren't in the right place. Do you want to try ag-"
The door opens and you quickly look over your shoulder to see who it was. It was the Nanny- well Flora's nanny, you think? You didn't know her name, Miles told you it wasn't important. She stood there, looking surprised.
"You have... uh a guest?"
You remove Miles' hands from your body, while looking away from her, feeling awkward. Miles rolls his eyes, glaring at her for ruining a great moment between you and him and she sensed that.
The nanny, Kate, senses Miles' anger and decides to be quick with what she wants to say. "Dinner's ready.... So, um... Yeah- Also, keep the door open."
"Dinner?" You look towards the window, but there was dark curtains covering it, meaning you couldn't see how dark it was. You look back at her, "What time is it?"
"Oh, it's uh..." She looks down at her watch, "10 to 9."
"God, I didn't realize how late it was-" You stand up, but Miles grabs your hand, making you look at him.
"You're staying here, remember?"
Your eyes widen, before you slowly sit back down, "Right... Holiday break.."
He looks past you, making eye contact with Kate, "You can leave. There's no reason for you to stay."
You hit Miles' arm, giving him an annoyed look, "Miles! You don't have to be rude."
"I'm not. But I can be."
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It was late now, the room nearly pitch dark, the only light from the moon. There was something about the house that gave you chills and you felt like you were being watched. You grabbed at your knees, squeezing them to your chest as you listen to all the sounds of the old house. It was one thing to sleep alone, but a whole nother thing to be alone in an unfamiliar place. You were scared...
You heard the door creak, causing you to freeze and you thought about looking towards the door, but you couldn't. You didn't want to know what was there. You heard it close and footsteps head towards you.
"I'm surprised you're still awake."
You recognized the voice; It was Miles. You looked towards him, letting out a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's just you," You put a hand on your chest, trying to calm down your breath.
"Who else would it be?"
"I don't know."
He sits on the edge of the bed, causing it to dip, before he ends up scooting towards the other side of the bed and laying next to you. "Are you okay?" He pushes some hair out of your face, giving you a worried look. "Are you scared?"
"Of what? Should I be?"
"No... Of course not." He caresses your cheek, a strange emotion swirling in his eyes, "But, do you want me to stay? Just... You know, so you're not so alone?"
"Won't that girl get mad?"
He rolls his eyes, removing his hand from your face, "Who cares what she thinks. She's just some nanny; She doesn't matter." He looks away from you while saying this, but his hand finds yours and grabs it. He then looks down at your intertwined hands, "Besides, she's not here and she'll never know. Come on... Just this once?"
"Okay... Just this once."
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NSFW ABC - Bubba Sawyer
18+ MDNI
author's notes: reader's gender isn't specified but there is a quick reference to breasts and language eluding to specific genitals etc but I tried to cover all bases (so you can pick and choose what suits you.). Voyeurism is mentioned and light bdsm. One very minor mention of animal death but I promise it's not sad!!
Bubba is my sweet baby boy and I love him so much so I hope you guys enjoy!!! <3
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) - super clingy and cuddly. You're not going anywhere while bubba is in his afterglow. He feels possessive of you but he also wants you to feel so loved after doing the deed.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) - he's a little self concious and it took him a LONG time before he could even think about taking his mask off in front of you. But with all the praise and love you show him he's learnt to love himself especially his squishiness because that's what he loves about you. He loves how soft and kind and innocent you are and the gentle touches you give him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) - Seeing you on your knees with his cum dripping out of your mouth makes him go wild. A lot of the times he cums quickly because he's an excitable boy and everything is pretty new to him. You're both often a mess by the end of it, cum dripping out of you, him smeared with your juices but he'll always clean you up. It doesn't matter how tired you both are, he'll take a cool wet cloth and wipe you up so gently taking his time to get every inch.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - Bubba is a bit of a perv. He doesn't want to admit it, mainly because he hasn't had a lot of time to express himself sexually so he doesn't know how to communicate what he wants. He often watches you change. He'll try and peek through the door to watch you undress but he's not very quiet about it. He also masturbates a lot when you've gone to town to get supplies. When he's in his workshop he'll unzip his pants and pump himself while thinking about you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) - our boy doesn't have a lot of experience but he's eager to learn. He tends to become a bit animalistic as he just responds to his body's needs when he sees you naked and playing with yourself. But with time he's able to get to know what he loves.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) - He loves when you're on top. He loves looking up at you and being able to grab your tummy and/or breasts. He's able to guide your hips and play with your nipples but he also loves it when you take the pace and tease him by slowing down.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) - He doesn't tend to have the time to goof around. Once one of you is in the mood he's got his pants down and is raring to go (which unintentionally makes you laugh). But you can both have a giggle at yourselves.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) - He's a beast. He has thick dark hair all over his arms and chest and his pubic hair is no different. He keeps himself nice and clean in the texas heat by taking a cool bath every night but he's pretty simple as just a soap and wash cloth kinda guy. No need for trimming or waxing here.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) - He can be a little feral at first but he is a really sappy guy. He loves kissing you deeply and watching you sleep afterwards. He'll stroke your hair and hold you close and he'll be super clingy the next day, hugging you from behind and picking you flowers from the garden.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) - He loves to masturbate but he feels a little guilty about it afterwards. You tell him it's completely natural and most people do it, encouraging him if it makes him feel good. You take a few sexy snaps of yourself for him to have fun with when he's by himself.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) - He's a bit voyeuristic, watching over you in the garden as you bend over to tend to the plants, he can't help but feel his trousers becoming tighter. He also loves fucking you on the kitchen table when everyone else is out, the risk of not knowing when they'll be back. Other than that he doesn't really know much about kinks and is still exploring what he enjoys. Anything that you want to do though, he's eager to try out.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) - It used to be that you wouldn't bother bubba in his workshop but one day you couldn't help yourself, you just missed him and wanted to keep him company. It's become a bit of a habit to do it in his workshop now especially when the house is full. There's a bit of risk that they'll hear but not enough that they'll come in. Sometimes when you have to go to town you'll take Bubba in the truck with you and stop off on the side of the road. He won't fully relax, eyes darting convinced someone will see and the risk will make him explode.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) - Honestly he'll watch you with so much love in his eyes from you doing the dishes to tending the garden, he's normally very sappy. But sometimes the breeze will blow your skirt up just right or you'll be reaching up to put groceries away and your t-shirt will ride up. Something small like that can flood him with dirty thoughts of what he wants to do to you which often leads you to being grabbed and kissed by complete surprise.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs) - He would have a lot of trouble hurting you. Even if you explained to him that it felt nice he wouldn't feel comfortable slapping or whipping you so BDSM isn't really something he'd enjoy but he would like tying you up.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) - He doesn't have a preference he loves both! He LOVES eating you out/sucking you dry, he's surprisingly a natural at it. His frantic tongue movements never fail to make your toes curl.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) - He starts off a little manic and fast because he's so excited and as he gets closer to cumming his thrusts become more erratic and sloppy so you can always tell when he's close.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) - Bubba loves quickies! Often that's what you'll have to do as the house is always full of people and you get chastised by Drayton for being dirty.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) - He likes the thrill of perhaps getting caught but it would never be too much of a risk. He couldn't have anyone seeing him from outside the family or without his mask on as that's too stressful for him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) - Tbh he cums fairly quickly and doesn't have a lot of stamina due to the intense texas heat but after you've both cooled down a little and perhaps even dozed off you'll feel his hard member pressing into your back, eager for another round.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) - Any toys are introduced by you (he doesn't exactly have an easy way of getting them) and he's open to playing with them. The first time you used a vibrating cock ring on him he was out of it for a week. One thing he does have easy access to is chains, electrical tape, and ropes so if you express an interest in being tied up he's happy to comply!
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) - He didn't have an interest at first and would find it quite infuriating when you would edge and tease him but he soon appreciated how good the end result felt. He wondered if he could pull it off on you and one day when giving you oral you begged and begged if you could cum and that's when he stopped. Hearing your whining and the need in your voice you had for him made him feel powerful and you had a looong night ahead of you that night.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Very loud, lots of incomprehensible gibberish and whimpering. When you're having sex, everyone is gonna know about no matter how hard he tries to keep quiet.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) - He's very good with animals. One of the chickens died and even though he thinks she'll make a nice lamp he can't leave those little chicks alone. You find him keeping them warm and making sure they have food and water. When he goes out into the garden they come running and you often find him out there with all the young chickens in his lap. (If I could draw this OMG I WOULD)
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) - He's a big boy with a chunky soft body. He's covered in dark hair, his arms are big and he's very strong. He's about 4-5 inches and VERY thick, uncircumsised with a bush of curly dark hair.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) - Very high let's be honest. Sometimes it's too hot and you're not in the mood so he'll run into his workshop to take care of himself. A victim once left a polaroid camera and you took a few sexy shots of yourself for him to keep in there.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward) - Very quickly, often with you held close in his arms.
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