#dbd reader

[maculatas]

I. Below the Sultry Storm 

Huntress takes a keen interest on the cunning survivor who evades her.  A game of hunter and prey that eventually comes to fruition. 

TAGS: Porn With Plot, Shameless Smut, Tenderness, Rough Kissing, Protectiveness, Possessive Behavior, Female Reader

Anna lifts you up, you wrap your legs around her, gripping her hair for leverage.

She mutters something in Russian, a harsh tone that causes your thighs to quiver. “маленькая лиса,” she murmurs again, biting into the flesh of your neck. You moan, tightening your legs around her waist. Anna presses you harder against the metal bars, the bolts digging into your back in a delicious way. It felt good to hurt. 

To finally feel something other than the Entity’s talons snapping you in half or a killer’s blade into your gut. It’s exhilarating this way. 

You grunt when she reaches under your shirt, her palms grazing your heated skin in a way that tingles your nerve endings. Anna kisses you then, all teeth and tongue. You jolt when she unhooks your bra, her hands reaching to palm your breasts. 

She grips you so tightly, your hips desperately seeking friction. “Please,” you rasp, breath being pushed out of you. 

Anna nuzzles close to your neck, licking all the way down to your collarbone. 

In any minute those generators could be done, in any minute you will hear the chiming of the clock before you escape. 

You want to stay like this forever, close to the harshness of her tongue and warmth of her body. Huntress remains a terrifying force to be reckoned with in trials, you have evaded her every time. Being able to leave before she could take you down with her throws. 

Anna has always watched you leave, standing before the exit gates while you turn towards her, her pale mask tilting as if curiously examining you. Almost carefully deciding your fate when you two meet again. 

Laurie watches you closely, uncertain of what to make of your disheveled appearance. “Did you survive?” 

You cut her off with a wave. “I just got thrown around a bit, no worries.” 

“But you escaped?” She asks incredulously. 

You huff, worrying about the hem of your sweater. “It’s nothing, I won the trial. So whoop.” 

“You’ve won every single one with the huntress,” interjects Felix, eyeing you with suspicion. 

“Killers don’t leave survivors alone unless they want something,” Jane says. She walks close to you, leaning towards your ear. “Sometimes your body is part of the equation.” 

You feel burned. How could they know? Have the other survivors ever experienced this before too? Have they run into these unfortunate events with the killers. Where agreements take place and you offer them something in return. 

Jane’s eyebrow raises, a smug smile crossing her lips. She watches as Laurie and Felix head away towards the group at the camp. Jane just promises her one thing. “It’ll be our little secret.” 

You had Anna cornered, completely at your mercy. You moved her mask up, the way her throat bobs and her lips take shape to form the perfect curve of surprise.

“Got you,” you murmur, lips utterly close to hers. You wait to see what she’ll do next. Her ax still aimed towards your side.

She doesn’t slash it down to cut, she doesn’t seem to react much at this. To your enjoyment, it clatters down onto the wood of the shack as she wraps her arms around yours to kiss you with fervor. You moan, clawing at her neck, pulling her closer.

You want to swallow her whole and let her digest in your system. It’s ill fated and disgusting the way you desire her. The way you wish to consume her every bit. It’s an eager yearning that seems to implode in the worst way.

You push her forward into the wood of the den, hoping there’s splinters and loose nails stabbing into her skin.

You want her to sense all the emotional hunger she has caused you. To understand exactly what it meant for you to hunt her in such a way. 

She seems to mutter something in Russian, a husky tone shifting her to dig her nails into your waist, dragging them down to leave you marred. 

“You—“ you growl, biting her lower lip, surprising her enough to reel her head back against the wooden walls.

She groans, pulling back to huff. Her mask is still on and your lips are wet from her spit.

You want to feast on her skin so that she’ll only ever think of the wounds you’ve left for her. All for you and none for anyone else. You smile, all teeth and fangs. Anna notices how much of a surprising trump card you are. When you had first joined the team of survivors you had seemed so reserved. Somehow lost and doe-eyed as if you had no clue of what to do. Anna didn’t trust the fawning. She didn’t seem at all fooled by the game of pretend you seemed to be playing at. 

The sort of ease you fell into when she would chase you. Each and every time losing you in the thunder of pallets dropping, the dark mist coiling itself around her sight. Sometimes, when it’s stagnant in mother’s den, when the entity would let the other killers rest on rare occasions she’d think of you. 

You and your grin, your hand coming up to fight her off when she carried you to a hook. Sometimes, at mercy she’d release you, examining you at every inch. The muscle in the planes of your arms and the way you crawled to her indignant on survival. 

It made her inhale sharply at the scent of copper, fortitude and need. Anna has never been this fascinated by a specific survivor. Not one like yourself. Others couldn’t even compare to being as special as you. 

It made her suck in her breath, tongue rolling against her teeth. She prods the appendage against her canines harshly to taste the blood. She wanted to bite down, to completely leave you full of marks. Your skin and your body at her mercy. An innate need to consume. Instead, Anna had fallen into your grasp. She had lowered herself to let you do as you please. You tongued her neck, biting against the flesh and nibbling. Anna’s hands drifted to your hips, feeling them roll against nothing. Insatiable creature, she thinks. Merciless in your need to have her close. 

Anna hums when your tongue moves to her collarbone. She makes a noise of appreciation when you bite down, sensing the smile against her skin.

The world begins to crumble again, everything becoming a race against time. A moment to have each other.

It would soon vanish like the rest of this piece together.

You pull back, looking at her. You grasp her chin, thumbing her lower lip and dragging it. 

“‘Till next time,” you murmur. You leave then, finding the exit. You leave her there lost and worn. 

Her mind reels itself, hammering and reminding the way it had held you seconds before. Now leaving and to see each other on the entity’s terms. Anna grits her teeth, her hands fisting themselves. There will be a way to get you back. To have you here. Only with her. 

You made your way down the path. It had been simple enough, you had smiled. A part of you feeling on cloud nine at what you had all accomplished. Huntress was now in your grasp and that’s all that seemed to matter now. 

In this very moment you had her captured, a hare caught in the snare. The hare struggles to escape as you approach. Interested in the way it squirms, cries out to be freed. In the same way you know she must be feeling. It’s simple enough. 

What you did not expect was to be summoned by the dark talons of the entity. The world cuts itself open to move you through its many realms. You had ended up in the Red Forest, back here. The world shifts around you and you sneer. This could only mean one thing. You were starting in a trial. 

Except there was no sounds of generators being done and the crows seemed to hover in one area. They were watching you behind their beaks, curious eyes blinking at you from afar. You really had no way of knowing how you had ended up here. Unless the entity may be making special offers only to some. You frown at that, uncertain of what you would be initially doing here. 

The suddenness of an ax flying beside you causes you to duck. It passes by you in a spur of wind and you look to see the obvious answer. 

Huntress stands there, heaving as she holds the other weapon in her hand. You grin at her. “Well, well, look who we have here,” you say. You feel the flutter in your chest and the pulsing in your blood. This could be an easy way for you to get what you want. Maybe the entity was trying to give everyone what they wanted. A cease and desist to this cat and mouse game that seemed to drag everyone else into the fold. 

It only left you and Anna charged with each other. The lingering taste of one another on your tongues. “Did you call me here?” You ask her, strolling up to her. Not in the least bit concerned by her weapon, by the way you can see her dark eyes through the mask. 

She’s always been good at observing. She hides beneath the scenery, blending in and getting to analyze her targets in this way she can bring them down more efficiently. In this case, she doesn’t seem beholden to this. She won’t hurt you. Not in the way she should be, anyway. 

This had been only a game. To see how you could toe the line with the item of your attraction. Your obsession really. It had been about grace, about wanting. Really, it was to entertain you. You had been bored. The way the monotonous tone of this world, the surviving. You had been too strong for the entity to placate you. You had known immediately there was one you could get some enjoyment in the purgatory of horrors. You could find your own way to be sated. 

It was easy. In your past life, sex had been nothing. It had been easy to lead someone to your bed, it had been nothing but a game. A win for both parties or more. Anna had been different for you. She is a different conqueror, it takes a usurper to win over the power she holds. 

Anna seems to fight you, fight the familiar desire and sexual advances; yet she seemed all the more willing to lean into them. In a way she won too. She received something out of it, a distraction of sorts. 

She approaches quickly, grabbing your hair and thrusting her close to you. Her body seems to be on fire, like molten lava. A volcano prepared for eruption. You only sigh, feeling at home with this sort of defiling. It could be everything. It had been. You wanted this to be a long lasting feeling for the two of you. You knew Anna had nothing better to do. She may have gotten dozens of people with her looks, but you know better. 

You know she could never fully have you in the way she wants. 

And that makes your blood pulse and your body quiver with anticipation. You sidle up to Anna, kissing her neck. “Let this be a reminder,” you murmur against the heat of her skin. You brush your lips against the freckles on her tanned skin. 

You can feel her tense at this. “You can always come back to me,” you finish. 

When you leave, Anna’s eyes have closed into themselves. She counts down, hearing the familiar hum of an old tune; a lullaby from memory. A time long gone. 

You returned back, confident and thriving. Nothing could ever be this close to tasting some form of victory. Huntress had been in your grasp for sometime; this just solidified it. You hear footsteps encroaching and you see Jane, smug and arms crossed. 

“You’re a deviant, aren’t you?” She questions, you turn to her, not really up for any interrogation. 

You smile, a sharp thing, not wanting to deny the woman in front of you anything. She could know much more than you, have that over your head. You will not let her have the satisfaction of flaying you alive in some sick way. “I know what I am, but do you know what you are?” 

Jane smirks. “I would love to know what I seem like in your eyes.” 

You sigh, dropping your arms from the defensive. “We’re similar, in a way. Aren’t we?” 

Jane shrugs, knowing exactly what you’re referring to. “We all want what we can’t have.”

She continues, circling you, knowing exactly where you’ve been. “Sometimes we get a bargain in this shit ass place, something we can’t say no to. So we all do it, sometimes with the same killers or sometimes with others.” 

You look at her trying to read her expression. You feel a flare of jealousy, imagining a wanton Anna with a curvaceous Jane, her body rolled like a gift from the Gods. Jane grins then, serpentine. “Don’t worry,” she says softly. “You’re a rare one for the Huntress. She never holds any interest in any of us. You’re her favorite pet,” she whispers close. 

“Who else has been involved in something like this?” You ask, already curious which survivor seemed to have offered themselves up to the entity or the killers in such a way. 

Jane shakes her head. “There’s no telling, some of them are too honorable for that. Not me, though. And not you either,” she points out. 

“Honor’s fake,” you say. “There’s never been anything like it. It holds you back to what you really want.” 

“Oh?” She prods, delighted at your response. 

“To be able to control another being with just our presence.” 

Jane’s eyes glint, tilting her head to look at you in another light. “I knew I would like you, fox,” she hisses. You feel like you’ve heard something similar from Huntress before. A familiar phrase in her native language that seems to remind you.  

It had been time to give your monotonous routine some fun while being ripped apart by beasts and killers alike. Jane seemed to understand it, but the rest of the survivors looked upon you as if you had stepped from the fiery pits of hell. You would be covered in blood, needing a wash of some kind, but they all seemed to know. They knew you were only doing it to be able to get something you want. 

It wouldn’t be the first time someone existed in such a way, so you wouldn’t be the last to do it. 

[totallynotpochacco]

IF I SEE ONE MORE OC x CHARACTER IN THE “x reader” SECTION IMA TWEAK.

I AM NOT YOUR OC💔💔💔

[lemonmoonmochi]

Me and who?!

[2kiran]

I wanna fuck ghostface so hard that he blacks out or passed out from the sheer feeling of pleasure and pain. 😭😭😭

Hell yeah. Same thoughts. 18+ TOP READER

Ghostface’s knees buckled, his legs consistently trembling while his hands scrambled around the mattress for purchase. The cheek of his mask was firmly planted against the sheets, finding himself unable to look back at you without interrupting himself.

“Oh God! Oh God—hnngh, right there!”

He punched out a moan, relishing in the way your thick cock ruthlessly carves an imprint on his slick-graced walls. His feet were on the ground, his upper half on the bed, and his ass raised to you. Your hands gripped his hips, forcibly prompting him to fuck himself back on your dick in time with your thrusts.

“Yeah? Right here?” You ask, pulling out enough to allow him to feel the threat of you leaving his entrance before you roughly bottom out and hit his sweet spot, earning yourself a high whine. One of your hands reach up, grasping his nape and pushing him down. Making him take it.

Ghostface can barely breathe, weak gasps barely managing to leave his agape mouth. You were fucking him like you hated him, his obscured face uncomfortably digging harder into the soft bedspread.

It hurt. Hurt so good.

Your hips were meeting with his backside with audible smacks, accompanied by a force that’ll surely cause him to become terribly sore. He clenches around your cock with a whimper, heat rushing to his gut, a climax rapidly approaching him.

It was dizzying. It was electrifying, and he was so horny. The killer groans out, long and broken, his mind momentarily numbing. He’s so close, his wet dick beginning to throb, and he can feel himself right—

Ghostface suddenly becomes limp, his hips subconsciously bucking forward as his pretty slit spits out his messy release.

Oh.

He’s knocked out.

[holeforzenin]

I CANNOT stop thinking about getting pounded against the wall by pyramid head, the only thing keeping you still against it so you don't fall is his big strong hand choking your neck soo tight that you could barely even breathe while your leg is wrapped around his hips and he's pistoling his fat veiny cock so deep inside of you with every hard thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix and exploring your tight walls with every rut of his hips against you, oh and it's big, it's long and so fucking thick it stretches your cunt so wide and open around him. He fucking ruins you and obliterates your poor little hole for anyone else that's gonna have you next so the only thing that your pussy would be useful and good for is his cock and his cock only, that's how much he stretches you and craves your hole, into a perfect match for his girth.

You're moaning and screaming but what's the point? It's not like anyone can hear you, you should’ve never let your curiosity get the best of you because who knows? Maybe no one is ever gonna see you again because he's gonna keep you there with him and fuck you and use your (his) tight hole whenever he fucking wants and feels like it to please himself, your his little plaything now, his little cum dump to fuck and fill with his load over and over again.

[imauthicktic]

I’m in the works of stuff but need motivation 🤪 might post some of my incorrect quotes too

[diejager]

Can u do pyramid head fucking n overstimulating reader in a headlock?

Like his arms are fucking massive so imagine how good it’d feel to have one around your throat while he absolutely rails you😭

Headlock Cw: smut, overstimulation, creampie, headlock, tell me if I missed any.

You struggled against him, nails digging into his arm forearm, wailing out in pure bliss. You jerked forward with every hard thrust of Pyramid Head’s thick cock, his bulbous head ramming against your spongy cervix. He held you still, his strong arm curving over your neck with a vice. He never faltered even as he drove in and out of you, standing still on two muscle-bound legs that you doubted would buckle under his fast and rough pace.

The veins that ran from the base, over the fat middle of his cock and to the tip felt heavenly with the slight curve upwards, rubbing your spongy walls. You rolled your hips, legs kicking wildly under you while you squirmed, crying out for him for something. You didn’t know anymore, one second you’d be craving his cock, drooling and moaning for more, and the other second, you’d beg for him to stop, plead your case from your soft and tender cunt.

Your cunt pulsed, a loud beat that echoed in your head, it throbbed with a striking warmth, almost painful but never hurting. You came one too many times, slick dripping down heavy balls and his sculpted thighs. He proudly growled in your ear, hips slapping against your ass with loud, wet sounds. He revelled in your cries and mewls, your begging only egged him on to fuck you.

“Please! T-too much!”

He loved the sound of your voice, the high squeaks and your broken voice. You were his drug, something he couldn’t get enough of. It left him wanting and wanting, there was always more he wanted to have. The difference between you both was something he salivated at, that made his cock grow hard and leaky, your soft and round limbs, your shorter stature and your weaker strength. It played on his instincts, it attracted him to the more vulnerable.

His chest rumbled with a soothing growl, still thrusting with an erratic pace and a throbbing cock. He breathed out in short puffs, arm tightening around you as fast as your walls tightened around him, milking him for all his worth for a third time. His balls contracted, his body shaking as he came, slamming into you even as his tip spurted cum, painting your warm walls white with monstrous cum.

You shook, body trembling in his arms, gasping for air as you rode your nth climax, loosing count of the number of times Pyramid Head made you come on his fingers, his tongue and his cock. You couldn’t feel your legs, the loud beat in your ears deafening you to the world and you monstrous lover.

“Are- are we done?”

[lorimnnn]

thinking about a man who fucks you into the mattress like a rabid dog. he laughs with smug satisfaction at the noises he hammers out of you, and the shame brands your cheeks with red.

"you're such a fuckin' freak, you know that? fuck. you get a kick out of lyin' to everyone about what you are? you deserve an oscar."

nobody would believe him if he told them, of course. but he doesn't have to. the shame is enough for you alone, because it will lead you back to him again and again, no matter how bad for you he is. but that's fine.

something that feels this good can't possibly be that bad, right?

[cheesecake-44]

How do y'all find friends who read fanfic like everyone I know in irl would clown me for reading it

I feel like this picture

Talking to my family like I'm not going to devour a fic before I go sleep every night

[unnerving-presence]

did the springtrap ptb JUST release? maybe.. am i going to be an absolute disgusting degenerate and write something for springtrap? yes.

(DBD) Springtrap and his s/o in the fog

A little confused but glad to be there if more murder is involved. Why are you with this guy again..?

Promises not to yell in your face but he does it anyways. He thinks it’s funny. Not a fan if you berate him for it though. Let him joke around every once in a while!

His definition of a joke is scaring you. So maybe don’t walk around the pizzeria without him. Well, it won’t really matter. He’s probably managed to program at least one of the animatronics to give you a little scare. He’ll laugh. He’s mean like that.

Sorry pooks but he’s not gonna treat you any differently just because you got him giggling and kicking his feet (Aka. You amuse him and he likes looking at you). The only thing he might do is talk to you differently. He knows that while his voice isn‘t what it used to be, he still has the charm to back it up. Yeah, he might be killing you and stuff, but it’s his job— and he really loves his job. But that doesn’t mean he won’t ’appreciate’ you every now and then. He’s a little old fashioned so.. his compliments sound a little weird. Apparently your body makes him feel like he’s living again. Interesting.

Also.. surprisingly intimate sometimes? Just the way he talks is unintentionally just.. wow. Sometimes he knows and teases you with subtle innuendos.. and sometimes he talks and doesn’t even know your eyes are wide from his voice and not from the way he talks about the very violent things he wants to do to certain survivors.

He’s a complicated man. You never truly know what he thinks of you and you never will. The mystery is the most intriguing part of it and if you don’t know, you’ll only strive to figure out further. It’s a fun little game to him. You get one step close to him, he will take ten steps back. You don’t know if it’s because he’s closed off, hiding something, or if he just likes messing with you. And you never will. It’s a complicated relationship, isn’t it?

[halcyon-city]

Just one chance PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[kaivenom]

Dead by Daylight killers reacting to a survivor!reader that takes revenge on another survivor

Characters: the mastermind, the ghostface, the trickster, the executioner.

A/N: Picture that you are a survivor and other survivor leaves you alone so the killer murders you but you manage to escape and got to that survivor again, you finish their life and the killer saw you. And well, adding a new fandom cause i've been obsessed with this for a while, the dead by daylight killers will be on the slashers masterlist.

Masterlist

The mastermind

Looks at you on the distance.

In fact, he has been watching you since you unhanged yourself from the hook, that took strenght both mentally and phisically.

He notes every mistake you make but somehow he cares less that ussual cause he is excited to see and study where your anger would get you.

Once he sees you beating up to death the survivor that left you behind, he coudln't help but let out a small smirk.

He revealed his hidden spot when the person gave their last breath.

"Not bad, maybe you have the nerve to be the next killer of the Mist, but one error you should corerct, don't let your anger get you like that. You are forgiven since it is your first time but i can teach you... if you get out of here alive."

The ghostface

His having the time of his life.

You are the best entertainment his had in weeks, the way you are carrying an axe just makes him want to see your next step.

If he could have pop corn he would have it, there is a posibility that he would join too.

Someone with such nerve, pride and determination is someone that he has to met, probably while you are taking revenge he shows up and starts asking questions.

He surely has the nerve to flirt with you while the other one is still breathing.

"Hey... can i ask you when you will be free? To like take a coffee, go take a walk or even killing more people? if you survive this, obviously.

The trickster

Cheers you up ,no shame.

He was planning on killing you but once he heard that the sounds you can cause on another are better that the ones he could posibly get out of you, his plans changed.

He even gives you advice on how you can make the other person scream and cry more.

He is really excited about having another person he can talk to and try to teach his grotesque ways.

Laughs histerically during all the episode and gets the idea that you both formed some sort of alliance or team, even if you tried to move him away.

"This is amazing but if you put the knife near here, you could make them do a really high pitched sound that just armonizes with a Dm."

The executioner

The most razonable one.

Since he is a punishment entity himself, he would get mad at the situation of that survivor leaving you to die.

So, he goes to kill the person but you got there before him, that's new.

He thinks about going and splashing the other person in half but somehow, his mind understood for the first time the term "poetic justice".

He let you take your time, then he went and decapited the corpse, he still has to take a part on it.

You looked at him petrified and he just huffed and grunted.

[lemonmoonmochi]

[2kiran]

❛ 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢ó𝐧 ❜ ➖ drb.

pairing: ghostface x reader content: bottom ghostf, top male reader, unspecified m!character, held at knifepoint genre: smut | series masterlist

“Fucking—!” Ghostface sucks in a gasp, the metallic blade gleaming under the narrowed light over your forms. “With something as big as this,” On quivering knees and one gloved hand planted on your abdomen, he lifts. “y’sure know how t–to, oh fuck me—” He drops himself down, his walls clinging to the base of your dick. “—hide it. Bet you like how a killer feels, don’t you? Yeah, you do.”

You huff, your skin adorned with a thick sheen of sweat. Pleasure rolls down the length of your spine, the muscles of your thighs trembling with the effort to not buck up into his warming heat. He leans down, grinding his hips forward as he holds up the pointed end of the knife to the center of your throat. “You like your victim.” You deflect, and he clenches around you to punch out a sharp intake of breath from you. He isn’t doing greatly himself, the bursts of a peeking orgasm building in the pit of his belly setting his mind to a blur.

There’s an itch he’s unable to scratch—one that the head of your cock can only graze and prod. But it isn’t enough. You’re not touching him, disregarding the fact that he was the one who commanded you not to. He needed your hands on him, on his leaky, aching dick, and on his neck, even. “Haah, fuuuuuck, shut it.” He pants, his tip throbbing with slickness. The weapon is dangerously close to your sensitive skin, ready to delve into your sickly blood and drown within it.

And you knew he’d take horrifying amusement in seeing you wounded. Wounded with a brand-like marking, giving you a reminder that you’re his. Ghostface’s man, whether you want the title or not. You’ll be haunted with the glimpse of his dark, tainted robe and that long-lasting expression of screaming.

“That’s right...” he mumbles under his breath, burying his obscured face to the crook of your neck and shoulder. He doesn’t realize he’s already speaking his fantasies, his need for you. He rides you harder, his walls spasming as he’s hit by a familiar warning of a climax approaching. “You’re mine, oohhh shit, this s’all mine.”

Your mind is swimming, your hands balled into fists. Your cock pulses inside of him, a numbing tightness coiling in your gut. His speech is hushed, meant to keep it to himself, but your ears manage to pick up on the soft syllables. You can’t deny it, not with your mouth running dry, and certainly not with your cock nestled to the hilt. He feels you jab at his sweet spot, sending the bundle of nerves aflame. Ghostface whines, eyes squeezing shut while his pace stutters.

His brain runs static. His body shudders, legs quaking almost violently. It lasts relatively long, his subconscious setting the knife beside your head to avoid accidentally cutting your jaw. Ghostface wanted you. He needed you; and when you paint his hole white, he begins to think about how badly he needs you to feel the same way.

[angelbarelywritesslashers]

♡ slashers scenarios | your first time together is…your first time (part 2)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Black Christmas, Scream, Dead by Daylight, Hannibal (TV) /Silence of the Lambs, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (og), slashers (general)

♡ characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Billy Lenz, Hannibal Lecter, Bubba Sawyer

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; graphic sexually content!!, mentions of vouyerism, documentation kink (yay Danny), manipulation, breeding kinkish content, lots of cumming inside, light pet play elements

♡ notes; seven babes in one post wowowowow! i’m just trying to get caught up with everyone else before i start doing new prompts. but! i have a big list of new ones do not fear

these weren’t written in one sitting like some of my other fics so i’m sorry if the quality wildly varies

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Jason Vorhees

> It’s been gentle coaxing towards each step of the relationship with Jason

> And while you have the patience of a saint when it comes to that man, you’re also incredibly pent up. You’re just as much of a virgin as him and starting to wish he’d fix that.

> But you keep it to yourself, not wanting the pressure him into anything and getting yourself off when he’s not there. It worked well enough before after all.

> One day he comes home when you’re in the middle of mastrubating and you quickly scramble to hide the fact

> He knows somethings up right away, you’re covering yourself with a blanket and red faced…He’s repressed, not stupid.

> You apologize meekly and expect him to walk away - instead he grabs the blanket and pulls you forward by your thighs

> “J-Jason- baby? Are you going to-?”

> He pushes his mask up and goes down on you like a man starved… he may or may not have been home earlier than you realized, listening to you whimpering and moaning his name

> And getting you off ends up getting him very excited- excited enough that he doesn’t care about anything but doing it again

> And if you want him inside you, he’s more than happy to oblige.

> You shyly straddle him and sink onto his cock, holding onto him tightly

> He hides his face in your neck as you slowly move, murmuring sweet words of encouragement to him

> “Jason, it’s so good- you feel so good-“

> After a bit he holds your hips, fingers digging in as you get him closer and closer

> You gasp as he comes inside by accident, too shy to admit you liked the feeling

> He doesn’t even pull out as he holds you, knowing that as soon as he can, he’ll be helping you ride him again

Bo Sinclair

> It slips out when you’re cuddling and watching but not watching some silly movie with copious sex scenes

> “What’s your favorite position, darlin’?”

> “Hm? Oh, I dunno?”

> “Top three then-“

> “Bo I haven’t even-“. You blush bright red as he slowly grins

> He doesn’t leave it along the rest of the day- he has cute little innocent virgin partner

> He likes it way too much- and you like his fixation on it too much

> When you get him alone again you huff and straddle him “Stop teasin. Show me your favorite position, then.”

> You don’t have to tell him twice- and he’s a gentleman, letting you ride his face before he finally fucks you

> He’s got chest against your back and hand between your legs as he slowly uses you

> “Fuck- you’re squeezing my cock so tight- pretty little fucking virgin-“

> His dirty talk gets you both off…again, and again, and again…

> He doesn’t stop until you start whining and pushing his hand away, overstimulated and sore

> “Fine, fine…we’ll try the other top two tomorrow,”

Vincent Sinclair

> Honestly, Vince isn’t huge on sex

> When you offhandedly mention you haven’t done anything before he doesn’t mind and he doesn’t get overly excited like some people.

> He let’s you make the first move

> …or at least he’s going to, but you don’t say anything about it for a long while

> He finally asks softly if you want him to touch you.. and meekly you say yes

> You’re not sure who’s happier- you as he makes you come with just his hand, or him getting to watch you

> After a few days of this you finally get the nerve to ask to do more- his good side goes bright red at the idea of you touching him and you giggle and praise him the entire time.

> But about halfway through he makes you stop and pins you- still gentle but very daring for him

> You giggle again “…wanna go all the way?”

>He nods eagerly and he positions you- very gentle missionary with his forehead against yours

> Even inside you he stops so he doesn’t cum, coaxing you over the edge twice before he gets too close

> The third time you cum you wrap your legs around him and make sure he can’t pull out

> He’s so apologetic after he cums inside- but quite pleased in the same breath

Danny Johnson

> The conversation comes up when he asks you to model for him- a boudoir shoot, naturally

> You’re his muse already- but he wants to shoot more than just your pretty face and the hickies he leaves

> He’s surprised when you’re shy and look away, mumbling that you aren’t pretty enough for that

> “Course you are babydoll- no way no one’s ever told you that. Unless you were screwing them with the lights off-“

> “Danny I haven’t screwed anyone.” You pout

> He tries his best to hide his perverse excitement and looks determined- he’s got an idea…Those usually don’t end well

> Next thing you know he’s pulled a mirror to face the bed and has you on his lap, kissing at your neck and feeling you up.

> He spreads your legs and makes you look as he starts to touch you- you’re not sure if it’s the lewd situation or just him that makes you cum faster than you have ever before

> He makes just as much of a show of cleaning up the mess you’ve made on his hand, and you can feel how hard he is against your ass

> You pull yourself together enough to pout and grind down on him- that’ll show him

> Your revenge quickly backfires as he manhandles you to your hands and knees, grinding against you in a much more expert manner

> It doesn’t take long before you’re babbling beneath him, begging to take him

> He takes his sweet time teasing you- once he’s finally inside you’re pushing yourself back against him, fucking yourself with him

> He lets you do the work- it makes it easier for him to enjoy the show

> At least until he’s about to cum

> Then he pulls you up, making you watch in the mirror with one hand and holding you against him with the other

> “Fuck- look at you- that’s my good fucking baby (/girl/boy)!”

> When he pulls out it splatters across the mirror and he grins and gets a picture- just your bodies in the reflection

> If you thought you’re getting away to rest though…you were mistaken- he had a lot more pictures to take, and a lot more methods to get you to make pretty faces for them

Billy Lenz

> Billy takes things fast. He’s depraved an eager man.

> You aren’t very far into the relationship when he lets his hands wander while you’re cuddling

> He frowns when you push his hands away insistently- you’d talked so confidently about this on the phone…

> “I wanna touch my pretty toy-“

> You mumble something he can’t hear- making you pout as he tilts his head and leans in closer curiously

> “You’ve never- oh.” His grin is huge and excited

> After some convincing you make it a game- how long can you two go without going too far?

> While you want to have sex with him, you’re nervous, so you figure that’ll buy you time to muster up enough courage

> But Billy being Billy, it isn’t long until he finds a shortcut- he bites and kisses and laps your neck and grinds up on you every single time he gets the chance

> If it was PG-13 before, you were heading fast to an R rating

> Finally you can’t stand it any more as he’s got you on his knee, pushing it up as he oh so innocently rubs your hips and kisses you

> “Billyyyy- please — I need it-“

> “Need what?” For once he’s acting coy- so you quickly show him as you undo his pants

> He’s all giggles and moans when you blow him- cumming down your throat quickly

> And before you can move he flips you, going down on you and to your chagrin already hard before you cum once

> But he’s not a monster- or maybe he is, because before he’s even got it in you you’re whining that it’s all too much

> He licks away your overwhelmed tears as he slowly pushes in, cooing softly for once

> Though as soon as your comfortable he’s saying the filthiest things in order to coax louder and louder moans out of you

> Without warning or real permission he cums inside, grinning at the mess and finger fucking whatever leaks out back inside as he coaxes you to another orgasm

> Once he’s finally done late into the night, he holds you tight and continues to coo praises - Billy’s baby was so good! -and he knew they’d be just as good for him in the morning

Hannibal Lecter

> Hannibal knows almost everything about you, especially if you ever began as his patient

> Even if you don’t tell him expressly, he has his theories- but he’s not trying to be too forward

> It’s going to be your idea when he shamelessly uses you :)

> He has it planned to the T as well- you’re having a sweet little date night in and he’s admiring you on the couch

> Perched on his lap you giggle and shiver as he gently brushes your neck, and your thigh, and your stomach- each a little “accident”

> Not that you’re complaining or he’s apologizing for the increasingly lingering touches

> “…darling? Ah- we’ve never done anything before but…”

> “But what my love?”

> “Can you pretty please touch me?”

> He’s so proud of his little pet and tells you as much as he lays you down right there, going a step forward and using his mouth

> Of course he wants, needs to taste you

> But he doesn’t let you come- not yet

> No, he makes sure you’re already riding him slow and deep by the time he makes you come for the first time

> He stops and showers you in praise before helping you move again

> He wants you to crave him inside- and by the way you’re already whimpering with every little move he thinks it’s working

> He’s territorial- coming inside isn’t even a question, even if he pretends it it

> “Good puppy…Very good. Master’s going to cum- are you going to let me cum in that pretty little hole?”

> As you manage a blissed out sound, you’re sent over the edge and he takes the moment to cum inside

> You only hum an acknowledgment as he pulls out and lays you down, practically tucking you in with him

> What a good pet you made…

Bubba Sawyer

> Bubba is so scared of sex at first…Well, small correction- he’s scared of having sex with you.

> I mean Drayton’s idea of sex ed was simply not telling him about it because he didn’t ask “Sex is- well nobody knows!”

> And from what he’s read in books and heard on the radio, it’s sinful and dirty and ruins you

> And he’d never want to dirty you. You were the nicest, cleanest thing in his life.

> So when you ask him if he’s had sex he vehemently shakes his head and you tell him you haven’t either. Good!

> “Well- ah- would you want to? With me, I mean?”

> He’s absolutely shocked- didn’t you know it was dirty?

> “We don’t have to- I just- I really like you. I wanna make you feel good.”

> Maybe he had some details wrong. That’s what he tries to reason as he lets you take his mask off and undo his pants. He’d try it, but if he felt wrong, he’d stop so you both stayed clean…

> It takes all his will not to immediately buck up into your throat when you put him in your mouth.

> You’re sloppy and clumsy and he’s just the same, groaning and whining and gripping the sheets. Before he can finish you pull off and he pouts.

> “C-can we- I mean- can I-“ You huff and get frustrated at your own embarrassment, starting to slip your shirt off and hoping he gets the message.

> He goes red and nods quickly, practically tackling you and kissing you sweetly before he moves into position

> You help him ease himself into you , whimpering and making sure he’s comfortable too

> “Oh my god- that’s it baby- just like that,”

> The praise makes him move harder than he means to but god you’re grateful

> When he does come he pulls out and paints your stomach- and as soon as he realizes you haven’t done the same he uses his hand to correct that.

> He holds you tight and doesn’t let go the rest of the night, keen on trying more in the morning

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