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DABIXFEM!READER

yall dont come for me with my inconsistencies please i am literally not having a baja blast rn

but you know what i am having? too many thoughts, as usual

warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI, PiV sex, f!receiving oral, overstim if you look hard enough, i am sleep deprived lol not proofread im so sorry-

Dabi, who could care less for the lives of others. who kills without thinking twice about it and had never had a single person he would worry about, not even himself. that is, until he meets you. sweet, soft, but feisty. he was whipped from the moment you glared at him because he was staring too hard. and the moment you gave in and let him have you, he gave you everything he had.

he is a man of few words, believing actions were more important anyways. so although he never told you he loved you, you could tell. it was in the warm baths waiting for you at home after a long day, or the (most likely stolen) flowers that sat on your kitchen counter at least once a week. it was in the kisses to the bridge of your nose in the morning or his hand that always found your waist whenever you both were out running errands together.

Dabi shows his love in letting you in, seeing him for all he is. the monster he sees himself as when he turns his enemies into nothing but ash. he shows his love when he tells you his real name with a grimace, the letters seeming to burn him like acid. but when you repeat it. "Touya.." it sounds so sweet, so right coming from your lips. its like you covered the two syllables in honey and sugar for him, dripping with the sticky goodness for him and only him to indulge in.

he shows his love in private, as he pins you to your couch in your living room, mismatches lips peppering all over your skin, soft and gentle at first, slowly progressing into deep passionate bites and sucks on your soft flesh, turning the skin a deep purple to match his burns in a much nicer way. he shows his love in the way he tears your clothes off of your body like they are offending him with their presence, and they are. how dare the measly pieces of fabric hide the body of the only girl he will ever love.

he shows his love as he dives between your folds, large hands warm as they borderline engulf your thighs in his hold, thumb rubbing soothing circles as he laps and sucks on your sensitive clit. he moans at your taste, almost instantly intoxicated by you. he spreads you open further to leave long licks from your hole up to your clit, a deep sigh leaving his nose as you tremble beneath him. he buries his tongue deep in your soaking hole, pushing it in and out of you as one of his thumbs keeps your little bud sensitive. he doesnt stop until you've given him everything you can, shaking and crying beneath him.

Dabi shows his love in every thrust of his hips, slowing sinking into you, sadistic smile on his pretty face as he watches your eyes roll back. his eyebrows pinch together as he mockingly fakes a look of sympathy.

"i-its too big"

'i know baby, i know. you can take it for me, cant you? yeah, just like that, good girl."

he doesnt stop fucking into your weeping and abused pussy, just barely holding himself over you on his forearms. he keeps your mouth occupied, sucking on your tongue, biting and nibbling on your pouty bottom lip, prying it open so he can spit in it. the room is filled with the sounds of your high pitched and whiny moans, and the sound of his cock slamming into you. his fingers are laced with yours, holding one of your arms above your head as his other hand holds your thigh to his hip, keeping you nice and open for him each time you cum.

you're reaching that peak again, writhing beneath your raven haired boyfriend, hips weakly trying to meet his forceful thrusts in a pathetic attempt to reach that high, only earning a soft chuckle.

"you close baby? yeah?" "y-yea- oh fuck Touya, please! wanna cum for you! please-ah-pleasepleaseplease-" "shh doll, go ahead." he angled his hips to hit that sweet spot inside of you, reaching between your legs to rub tight circles on your clit. he barely parts himself from your lips, leaving just a hair between you both as his hips thrust into your harder. your eyes roll back slightly and he breathes in every moan you let out, clenching around him so tights you've got him on edge. "fuck doll, just like that, squeezing my cock so good. cum on my cock, c'mon, cum for me." his words send you over edge, your back arching against him, pressing your chest to his, your vision going white as you cum, a creamy white ring decorating the base of your lovers dick so prettily. Dabi is quick to follow you over the edge, holding you down and fucking you through your high and into his, spilling himself deep inside your warmth, filling you up and fucking his essence right back into you, his hips slowly coming to a stop. he keeps himself situated in you as he leaves sloppy kisses up the hollow of your throat, bringing you back to him.

he shows his love when he slowly pulls out, picking you up anc carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up, your brain too fucked out to think for the rest of the night. he shows his love with the hot shower and hoodie he lets you use to sleep. shows his love when he tucks you in and pulls you close, mumbling a quiet 'did so good for me' into your damp hair, letting you fall asleep.

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My brain is empty and I’m pumped full of cold medicine but I have been HUNG on Ghost.

Like. Just hear me out. Horny desperate ghost who can’t get enough of you no matter how hard he tries.

Minors/ageless dni

Ghost, who swore he wouldn’t get attached, but after being buried so deep in your pussy he couldn’t help it. Borderline tearing your clothes apart every chance he gets, bruising your skin with his tight grip each time he slides into your oh so tight cunt.

Ghost, who feels the need to suck and bite dark hickeys all over your skin even though you both haven’t made the relationship official, but he needs people to know your taken. That you belong to him. It’s all that clouds his mind at the taste of you on his lips, making it his personal mission to decorate you in different shades of purples and reds.

Ghost, who’s so pussy drunk he doesn’t realize he’s overstimulating you, his tongue lapping in between your folds messily long after your 3rd orgasm. His fingers nestled deep in you, rubbing up on your sweet spot while he sucks and licks your clit, occasionally spelling his name out on your pretty pussy.

Ghost, who bullies his way too large cock deep inside of you, reeling in the size difference. He could destroy you if he really wanted to, hell, he almost has a few times with the way he’s relentless with his thrusts, pulling you back to meet his hips every time. He falls apart when he sees the little bulge in your tummy where his dick stretches you out, pressing down on it with his large warm hand.

Ghost, who throws his head back, jaw clenched as his pace becomes erratic and animalistic the closer he is to cumming. Deep growls and pants falling from his lips, unable to control himself anymore as he makes you take him balls deep, forcefully holding you there as he fills you to the brim with his hot cum.

Ghost, who can already feel his blood rush to his cock again as he watches his cum overflow out of you, dripping on to the bed below. It would be a shame to let it go to waste.

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UPDATE

ok so like. i'm so so sorry i haven't posted in years, a lot happened. had a really toxic friend group that discouraged my writing, my laptop was then broken by my "friends" who i let live with me for free (they took advantage of that). then i got into a car accident, lost my job, moved back in with my mom, got kicked out, and now i'm here lol. to reward my lovely followers for their patience, i will be posting the most atrocious things i can write. love y'all!!!

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Will we get a another part on the flowers grow to rot fic? 

Flowers only grow to rot

pt 4

William Afton x Fem!reader

Authors Note: i get questions like this a lot if i will be continuing a series or not, and i would just like to address it. the only series so far that i will be putting an end to is "scary movies". Flowers only grow to rot is a comfort to write for me so i plan on updating it at least once a week, i just get very busy because i work full time and am in the process of trying to redo my room in my apartment. that being said, i will do my best to continue uploading on a somewhat consistent basis.

WARNING: NSFW, light smut in the beginning, cheating, other than that its mostly fluff and filler until i gain the energy to write the next chapter. hope yall enjoy.

sleepless nights were rather common for you, long past the point of letting them get to your head. however, that only applies when those nights are spent in your bed, not in your bosses arms.

"fuck, darling, so good for me.." that was the last coherent thing you heard for most of the night, unable to process just about everything else said. he was fucking you so good, to the point of stupidity, your wanton moans filling the small space. you were so lost in your own pleasure that you almost didn't register the ringing coming from Williams phone, it wasn't until the man above you covered your mouth to answer it that you fully realized what was going on. you held your breath in an attempt to be quiet, but you also weren't expecting William to continue grinding into you, making your eyes roll back. "hello?" his tone was a bit annoyed, but other than that steady, no signs of what activities he was up to detectable. a womans voice responded on the other line. "Will, sweetheart, where in the world are you?" your heart stopped and your blood ran cold. it was his wife that had called him. it made you feel disgusting, you were sleeping with a married man, letting him take your virginity while he was committed to another. "i told you already, Mary, i'm at work. took the nightshift today." he explained with a dull tone, a stark contrast to how he was looking at you. desire clouded his gaze as he pressed as deep into you as he could, leaning down to graze his lips against yours, pulling out only to thrust back into you, almost chuckling at how you covered your mouth as a last attempt in staying quiet "oh. well, you'll be home in the morning?" god would she just shut up. every word out of the womans mouth was feeding your insecurity, along with Williams annoyance. "yes, around 7 or 8." he answered dryly, finally seeming to satisfy his pain of a wife. "alright, i'll see you then. i love you." those words, they made you want to cry, but you couldn't, not with what came next. William was just barely holding himself above you now, bodies pressed firmly together as he fucked you slowly, but lovingly nonetheless. his lips were pressed to yours, and he just barely pulled away, your noses brushing against each others. he stared into your eyes, and for once you actually noticed something. something different. they were warm, his pupils slowly dilating the longer he stared into your pools of (e/c). "yeah...i love you.." he muttered, just loud enough for the phone to pick up before the call ended. sure, he had said it while talking to his wife, but that wasn't who it was meant for. no, it was meant for you. he loved you, and you only. his fingers grazed your cheek as he reached up to brush some of your hair out of your face, before trailing down your side, grabbing the plush of your thigh to hold it to his waist, each stroke deeper and more aggressive than the last.

that was how your entire night went. orgasm after orgasm, tears nonstop rolling down your cheeks as nonsensical gibberish spilled from your lips, too lost to care if anything would make sense. it wasn't until both you and William were both on the verge of passing out that it came to an end. and now, you were snuggled up on the couch, head on Williams chest, still completely bare. you had long slipped from the land of the living, blissfully unconscious as your boss ran his fingers through your messy hair. one of your hands rested on his chest, his free one laid on top, loosely grasping your fingers in his own. he felt himself slipping from consciousness, but he wasn't too worried, the office door was locked and he was the only one with a key. he let out a deep exhale as he got comfortable, throwing the blanket from the back of the couch over the both of you, letting his eyelids fall shut. he wished he could spend every night like this, content, with your skin pressed against his. your breathing lulled him to sleep, but it would never be enough. he needed to have you, all he wanted was you. he just had to figure out what he was going to do with his wife and kids. exhaustion overtook him, and he decided that everything else could wait until he woke up.

you hadn't slept that well in years, so content and loved, feeling like you were as safe as could be. no anxiety or panic attacks to wake you, insomnia finally taking a step back and letting you enjoy something. hours passed before you started to stir, rubbing your eyes with a balled up fist and yawning, nestling further into the warmth beneath you. it took you a good few moments to realize that the warmth was breathing, and a few more to realize that it was your boss. all the previous nights events came flooding your mind as you finally fully awoke. normally, you would have panicked in a moment like this, but the way his arm was draped around your waist, fingers caressing the soft flesh on your hips in a half asleep daze, it soothed you, making you relax against him. his words echoed in your head as your cheek pressed against his firm chest, making your face heat up. "so good for me" "you want this as much as i do" "i love you". did he mean it, or was it something said in the heat of the moment? did he mean to say it to his wife? a small part of you hoped, no, wished he meant it to you, but you were too scared to ask. there was no way you could just ask him something like that. what if he laughed at you, or was no longer interested? wait, were you just a one night stand. you didn't realize your heart was pounding until you felt William shift beneath you, tilting your head up with his fingers. "what's wrong, love?" William was awake now, eyes half lidded and drowsy, voice a few octaves deeper than normal and husky, laced with sleep. his hair was so much messier than you had ever seen before, and from the angle you were at, you were actually able to see the slightest hint of stubble coming in, lining his jaw, cheeks, and chin in just the right ways. you stared up at him dumbly for a second before sending him a soft smile, shaking your head. "it's nothing." you whispered out, returning to resting your head back on his chest, though now higher up and facing him. you reached up tentatively, resting your hand on his cheek, caressing the apple of it with the pad of your thumb. William rested his hand on top of yours, pressing closer to your touch before speaking up again. "you're rather bad at lying, dear. at least to me." he hummed knowingly, eyes once more locked on you. "go ahead, what is it?" he coaxed, and you broke beneath the weight of his tone. "it's just...what you said last night.." you could barely manage anything other than a whisper, averting your gaze. "what exactly, dove?" he pressed, and you felt compelled to answer. "well, i-uh, i couldn't figure out if you were talking to Mrs.Afton or-" "don't call her that. it's just Mary." he interrupted, making you turn your gaze to him in surprise. William shifted beneath you, pulling you up to be at level with him, his eyes boring into yours. "let me make this very clear, lovely." he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours softly, his hand finding the back of your head, pulling you in closer. he stayed like that for a good while before slowly breaking apart. "i love you, and only you. i don't think you realize just how infatuated i am with you, how obsessed i've become. you are addicting, my own personal drug that i just can't get enough of. i need you like i need air in my lungs. i want to be yours and yours alone, and for you to be mine and mine only." he muttered against your lips, his words holding a purity to them you had never sensed before. you couldn't form words, so instead you closed the gap again, hands finding home in Williams messy brown hair, eager to feel his lips on yours again.

of course, you couldn't hide away in the office forever, you had to go home and shower, maybe try to eat something, and clean if you had the energy, so after one more all to quick hour, you clocked out. William had insisted on taking you home, only after giving you a hoodie from the prize corner in compensation for the shirt he destroyed. it was soft and a little oversized, and he even said you could start wearing it to work if you were more comfortable in it than the usual uniform. you smiled as you were dropped off, the new article of clothing now smelling heavily of expensive cologne, the same one Mr.Afton always wore. he had walked you to your door after giving you the day off, paid of course, saying his goodbye with a long loving kiss and a gentle squeeze of your side, leaving his number on your kitchen counter. you sighed as he disappeared from your sight, punching in his number on your phone before hopping in the shower. you had a newfound energy, drying off your hair and putting the hoodie back on, the smell of it easing all your minds troubles as you got to cleaning, managing your whole apartment. although it was tiny, a one bed one bath, it still got pretty overwhelming. once you were done you plopped back into your bed, wrapping yourself up in the covers and shooting your boss a text, feeling like a highschooler with a new crush all over again. maybe sleeping with your boss wasn't so bad, especially when he was so obsessed with you.

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Flowers only grow to rot

William Afton x Fem!reader. 

WARNINGS: NSFW, smut, mentions of anxiety and depression, unhealthy obsessions, light non-con, impact play, boss/employee relationship, cheating, mentions of masturbation, dacryphillia, fingering, orgasm denial, mentions of multiple rounds, creampies, choking, and of course my trash ass writing. enjoy!

minutes melt into hours. hours into days. days into weeks. weeks into months. months into years. and years into a lifetime. clouds still coat your world in their dismal grey tone, the cold air still being one of the very few things that seems to spark any sort of feeling from you anymore. lips chapped and hair having one too many coats of dry shampoo in it, nails picked thin and cuticles left bloody. meals skipped, water long forgotten. but, it seemed like nowadays that didn’t bother you as much. it didn’t leave a disgusted feeling in the pit of your gut or the back of your throat. the piles of clothes no longer sat at the edge of your bed or in piles on the floor, but folded neatly in your drawers and hung in the closet. why? why these little steps of progression after so long in the dark? well, maybe it had to do with your now not so new job. it had been about a month and a half since you started working at Fredbear’s family diner, but no day seemed to be the same as the last. new faces showed up every week, though of course you had a usual or two every so often, though not too frequently. the children loved you, and you loved them too. each new prize was something you held dear, all too excited to give it away to the next happily glowing face, handfuls of tickets and electricity in their gazes. but...truth be told, that's not why you enjoyed your job so much. sure, happy children and free gooey cheese pizza would always be a bonus, they were not what made work so exciting for you. no..no no no. it was your boss. William Afton, foreign business man with a silver tongue and tired but kind eyes. most of your coworkers were a bit scared of him, fearful of mistakes, not wanting to face his wrath. but, you never saw it that way. the tall purple clad man had been nothing but nice to you, maybe even too much so, but you enjoyed the extra attention, especially since you couldn’t get it anywhere else. every “hello dear” was a prayer you clung to for dear life, every letter sacred. each passing touch, even if it was just a graze, brought air into your lungs, each more fresh than the last. every glance brought you to your knees, your stomach doing flips, for once not from the anxiety that always seemed to eat you alive. he would send you home with a prize every week, specifically picked out and ordered in just for you. your ever growing plushie collection would never seem big enough, never hold as much love as you wanted. you got to know the man, your boss, rather well during your late night chats while closing down shop, though that wasn’t all good. you had been informed by a coworker, Afton had a wife, and kids, one not too much younger than yourself. the thought made you nauseous. why couldn’t it have been you? why can’t you be the one to wake up to his smile every morning? why can’t you be the one to make his coffee and fix his tie? why can’t you be the one to wish him farewell, with a quick peck before he disappears into the world? why couldn’t it be you, the one he wants? you knew logically why. you weren’t good enough. your hair was always a bit messy, your eyes adorned with the evidence of sleepless nights. your speech was stuttered and silent. you were pathetic. pathetic to think you could ever stand a chance. to ever be desired. but, that didn’t stop the thoughts. the ones of him holding you at night, lulling you to rest. the ones of him caressing your cheek while he peppered you in innocent pecks. the ones of him loving /you/. even so, you pushed your own feelings aside, not wanting them to ruin your job, or worse, your friendship with Mr.Afton. you were worried that one wrong move would make you lose everything, and perhaps that is why you never noticed. 

you never noticed the way William adored you. how he would gaze at you from across the pizzeria, or through the security cameras, drinking in your every move like the most decadent of wines and scotches. how he would smile warmly everytime you fawned over the new weeks prize, picked just for you every time, always something new and loveable. how he would lick his lips while staring at yours, just dying to taste you, to feel them against his own, so inexperienced and innocent. how he watched the way your hips swayed as you rushed from corner to corner to appease every last childs demands, the only care being the smiles on their faces. how he would step closer to you than to anyone else, taking up every opportunity to press close to you in an attempt to “help reach” something just a little bit /too/ high for your grasp. how he always scheduled you late, but only you, just so he could have some time alone with you. how you were the only employee who was allowed to take anything they wanted from the diner, no matter what it would be, just as long as you looked up at him with those pretty doe like eyes of yours and said “please”. he melted for you, unable to think of another. he couldn’t even look at his wife without feeling disgusted that it wasn’t /you/ instead. how it wasn’t you he got to wake up to, that it wasn’t you he could make love to at night, how it wasn’t you that he had. you...you...YOU. all he wanted was you. all he could think of was you. it drove him to insanity. unable to touch his wife anymore, unable to look her in the eye without a burning regret filling his chest, and it was all your fault. you may have just had a puppy love sick crush, but he had an obsession, an unhealthy one at that. he fucked his fist at night thinking of you, his dreams plagued by your sweet smile and nervous gaze. he could almost taste you on his tongue sometimes, but it wasn’t enough. more than a handful of employees have been fired since you started working, all for the same reason. they all got too close to what was rightfully supposed to be /his/. you. were meant to be. his. he needed you like he needed air, though he would give that up in a heartbeat had you asked. he knew you wouldn’t ask though. you were too kind, too pure, too scared. sometimes he thought thats what he loved the most. the little bit of fear in your eyes when he got upset with other employees, or when he closed a door or set something down just a bit too hard. how you trembled when he didn’t smile. he wished he could watch you tremble beneath him instead, as he stole the innocence you clung to so desperately. he needed you to need him. he craved it. you fueled a hunger within him you could never understand. 

that is, until now. 

it was an odd shift at Fredbears, though not for the reason one would assume. business was as usual, of course with one too many kids and two too many parents, but that didn’t bother you anymore. well, the kids never bothered you in the first place. the shows ran as usual, the diner was filled with the aroma of pizza and sweet ice cream, the same tunes playing day in day out. but, there was something missing. Mr.Afton was nowhere to be seen. not in the office, not in the dining room, not behind the stage, and not in parts and services. you didn’t have the guts to ask any of your coworkers, but your other boss was in, so maybe you could give him a shot? break time couldn’t come fast enough, curiosity and worry flooding your veins like a tsunami just about the entire day. finally, as the clock hit 4, you were given release. you just about shot out of the prize counter and ran to the office, though, making sure that you didn’t seem to be in too much of a rush. you knocked lightly on the door, once, twice, then one last time before peeking in. “uh-Mr.Emily?” your meek voice was hardly heard over the loud buzzing of the desk fan, but thankfully the cheery blond had a keen ear. he glanced over and smiled, motioning for you to come in. “ah, (y/n), nice to see you again. come in come in, take a seat will you?” he coached with a friendly tone. “ah, thank you sir.” you just about whispered as you hurried in and took a seat in your usual spot. “no need for formalities, its just Henry.” he reassured cooley, leaning back in his chair. “how can i help you today?” it was like he could sense something was bothering you, or maybe this was just how all bosses were? at least the good ones. “um-well-you see-...” you fumbled over your words for a few long seconds, mentally cursing yourself out for being so annoying. “i-uh...i was wondering if Mr.Afton was doing alright? usually he’s here everyday...at least every day that i’m here...but he seems to be missing today, and i was just wondering if...he was ok?” you rambled after clearing your throat a bit, face warm. you must have sounded ridiculous. what normal employee worries this much about their boss? did you sound like a creep? a pervert? god! the thought made you want to crawl into your own skin and have the world swallow you whole, disgusted with yourself. you weren’t given time to think about it anymore, your train of thought being cut off by Henry’s boisterous laughter, booming through the room and echoing off the walls. “i’m glad to see at least one of you guys likes him.” the words made you choke on your spit a bit, stifling a cough as to not be looked at funny. “he’s fine hun, just tired. he’ll be here later tonight for the usual closing shift, so don’t worry that pretty little head of yours.” his reassurance made your tension ease the slightest bit, earning the faintest of smiles. you thanked him quietly before taking your leave, grabbing a pop at the snack counter before attempting to enjoy the rest of your break. 

the rest of your day couldn’t seem to go by fast enough, the minutes ticking away slowly, each one feeling like hours. you didn’t understand why, but you found yourself excited to see Mr.Afton, even if it was only going to be about an hour or so. there was no guarantee that you both would even be able to talk, but just seeing him would be enough for you. the excitement that bubbled within was the only thing keeping you running through the rest of your shift. soon enough your coworkers filed out one by one, each wishing you a goodnight and a safe trip home. each given a smile and goodnight. the end of your shift was coming soon, and there was nothing else left to be done. and yet, still no sign of Afton. it made your stomach hurt, worry clogging your throat. the final seconds started to tick by, and finally, the sound of the door opening chimed in your ears. you almost jumped from your seat, but refrained. you managed to get up with reasonable speed, popping your head from the corner, smiling happily as your eyes finally landed on the man you were so eager to see. you quickly exited the door and went to greet your boss. “Mr.Afton! it’s so good to see you!” you chimed happily, not noticing the way he was slouched and stumbled a bit. it wasn’t until the stench of alcohol hit your nose that you sensed something was off. his hair was disheveled, dress shirt unbuttoned a bit and tie undone at the collar. he gazed at you through his dark tousled locks for a moment before speaking up, speech a little slurred. “(y/n), dear, come to the office with me?” the words were strung like a question, but held the weight of a demand you couldn’t say no to, so you simply nodded and followed the unsteady man to the backroom. you had most of your chats in the little office, just the two of you in the dim light, rambling about nonsensical things. as always, William held the door open and shut it behind you, plopping himself down on the suede couch that was pressed against the front wall. he pat the spot beside him, and your body obeyed his silent demands, sitting down next to him, though leaving more space than he would have liked. silence hung heavy in the air for a few painfully long moments before the foreigner broke it, though you couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not yet. “(y/n), do you know why i asked you back here with me tonight?” the question seemed rhetorical, but you shook your head anyways, earning a dry chuckle. “because, dear, of what you’ve done.” the words brought bile to your throat. had a customer complained about you? were you about to lose your job? “have i done something wrong, sir?” you nervously asked after swallowed what little saliva was left in your dry mouth, your tongue shooting out to lick your bottom lip in one quick swipe. another laugh. “i suppose you could say that...” he rasped, leaning back for a brief moment. “i can’t stand being at home with my wife, let alone in bed with her. i can’t fuck her anymore. all because of you. do you know what that does to a man, (y/n)?” you were lost, unable to form anymore words, was he upset with you. “i...i’m sorry...” that’s all that would come out as you got up, heading for the door, not knowing what else to do. but, William seemed to have other plans. just as your hand rested on the doorknob, you were pinned to the cold steel of it, the warmth of another body being pressed firmly to your backside. “don’t walk away from me, (y/n).” his voice growled into your ear, low and raspy. one of his hands had both of your wrists pinned above your head, preventing you from pushing him away. “don’t try to act like you’re innocent, i see the way you stare at me. how your face turns red when i talk to you, how obedient you are for me. i know you want this, just as much as i do.” his words sparked something new in you, a heat in your lower stomach and between your legs, something you had never experienced before. your body was trembling, though you don't quite believe it was from fear. your face felt like it was on fire. was he toying with you? were you that obvious with your little crush on your boss? you gasped, pulled from your own mind as you felt fingers tangle their way into your hair, tugging your head back just enough to satisfy the man behind you. warm lips met the hollow of your throat, leaving soft kisses all the way up to your chin, before following the curve of your jaw. “Mr.Afton...we shouldn’t be doing this..” you managed not to stutter for once, but only out of fear. fear of being looked at as a homewrecker, and fear of what this could do to your oh so sweet bosses image if anyone found out. you earned an annoyed huff of a sigh through his nose before he responded. “this isn’t a matter of should or shouldn’t, it’s a matter of wanting to or not.” he seemed to somewhat rationalize, leaning close to your ear, nipping the shell of it. “you want this, don’t you?” his voice was barely a raspy whisper with hot gently he spoke to you, his warm breath fanning against your already heated flesh. you didn’t know what exactly “this” was, but you did know something. you wanted William close, just like he was. you craved the way he kissed at your skin, how he held you, how he spoke to you in such a sultry purr. you didn’t know what else “this” could entail, but you did know you wanted it, so you nodded a little, too ashamed to verbally admit it. 

it seemed like that confirmation was all William needed. he wrapped an arm around your waist and picked you up, carrying you back to the couch and sitting down, putting you right on his lap, back still facing him. he pulled you in as close as he could, his lips finding home on your neck once more, only now they were sucking and biting, marking every nook and cranny they could reach. you tried to stay quiet, as to not embarrass yourself any more, but it seemed he wanted to do everything in his power to change that. his hands slid up and down your waist, easing you to relax against him before working on those pesky buttons. stupid uniform, he wishes he never made you wear it, it covered up more than he would have ever wanted. he didn’t have the patience after the third button, and opted for the easier solution. fabric tearing was heard, followed by the sounds of buttons hitting the walls. you stopped breathing for a second, staring down in shock at how your boss just ripped your shirt to shreds, hands now working on your bra. you prayed to god he didn’t get impatient with that too. thankfully, he just unclipped it and tossed it aside. you weren’t given time to be embarrassed, as his hands covered what was now newly exposed, squeezing your breasts a bit roughly. his fingers circled your nipples teasingly, almost purring at how quickly they got hard beneath his touch. the way you melted for him, the quiet moans and whimpers you tried to hide, they were addicting to him. he focused his attention on the spot of your jaw right below your ear as one of his hands slid down your torso, past your hip, and to your thigh; caressing and squeezing it as he slowly trailed up your skirt. it didn’t take him long to find what was hidden beneath, a little surprised at what he felt. “so wet for me already, and i’ve hardly done anything. you need this, just as much as i do, don't you, darling?” he hummed directly into you ear, and you didn’t have the courage to tell him he was right. he fingers pulled your damp panties to the side, finding your clit and drawing slow circles, earning a high pitched whine from the foreign feeling. “answer me, (y/n), i want to hear how needy you are for me.” his voice had dropped an octave, now a bit more threatening and dangerous. you swallowed your breath, tensing as he sped up his assault on your bud a bit. “i-i need it, please, Mr.Afton!” you essentially yelped out, gasping as he pinched your nipple. he watched as you came undone from the littlest of things, the faint evidence of tears building up in your eyes only driving him more mad. he slid his long fingers down to your weeping entrance, grazing it, making your body twitch. “hm? never had something down here?” he teased, pressing his fingertip against it, but not pushing it in yet. “n-no, its...my first time...doing anything like this...” you admitted shamefully, your words just barely strung together. would Mr.Afton want to stop now? would he not want you anymo- “h-ah! M-Mr.Afton!” you keened as he slowly pushed his middle finger in to your sopping wet hole, continuing the circles on your clit with his thumb. he watched as your eyes rolled back the slightest bit and your hips raised, silently begging him for more. it was pitiful to see you in such a state, panting like a bitch in heat, legs spread, just oh so desperate to take whatever your kind boss would give you. he lived to corrupt you, to take all of your firsts for his own, to make you his and only his. he sucked at the skin just below your ear, his breath sending shivers up your spine. his finger curled up into a beckoning motion, hitting a spot you had only read about once or twice in your entire lifetime. your hole clenched around him, letting him know he had found the spot he was looking for. he abused it, refusing to touch any other part of your warm walls, reveling in the dripping of your wetness soaking his hand, pooling down onto his pants as well. your moans got louder, higher in pitch as you started to reach your peak, back arching away from his warm body. you were close, so so close, just about to teter over the edge. but suddenly, he stopped. he pulled his finger out of you and his hand away entirely, earning a loud needy whimper. that surprised you. why did you care so much? why did you not want him to stop. tears lined your eyes. “sshhh, darling. you don’t get to cum yet. its your punishment for being such a bad girl.” he explained, making you want to start bawling then and there. “please- please Mr.Afton! i’ll be good! i’ll be a good girl for you!” you basically sobbed out, squirming in your spot, unintentionally grinding against your bosses clothed erection. you froze when a deep, guttural groan assaulted your ears, William pressing his hips up into your ass. “don’t move around so much.” he growled out gruffly, his words strained, as if he was holding back. he fingers found home in your cunt again, adding a second next to the first, pushing them in and out at a medium pace, making sure to rub up against that sweet spot of yours each and every time. you tried to be good, tried to move away so you wouldn’t cum, thought of anything but him. but, it was impossible, your end was coming near again, this time more intense than the last. you tried to pry Williams hands off of you as a last stitch effort to obey his commands, but he wasn’t having any of that. his free hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you back into him, squeezing it lightly. “i told you, you don’t get to cum yet.” he muttered against your skin, spreading your legs more with his knees, opening you up to him more. he could tell you were close, so close you could almost feel it. but, he pulled his fingers out, this time landing a harsh slap to your cunt. he was expecting it to shock you, maybe hurt enough to rip you from your high. however, he was shocked at the reaction you gave instead. your eyes rolled pack, lips parted slightly as your orgasm crashed over you like a million waves. your breathing was staggered, body shaking violently, your bosses name on your tongue like a prayer you weren’t allowed to stop saying. he stared in awe as you experienced your first climax, at his own hands. he couldn’t wait for you to recoup, shoving you down on the couch and getting between your legs while you were still in a daze. you came back to earth just as he was finishing undressing himself, now towering over you, taking in your form fully. 

you both just stared at each other for a few seconds, breathing heavy, air hot. you could feel his cock pressed against your thigh, the size scaring you even without looking at it. the longer you gazed, the more you appreciated how attractive William was. his body looked thin beneath his clothing, but now without it you got to admire each toned muscle and pale pink scar, veins twisting and turning up his forearms, a dark happy trail from his belly button down his pelvis. William seemed to catch on, turning your attention up to his face. his hair was the most disheveled you had ever seen, falling in his eyes, sticking up in wild directions. his face was flushed a pretty shade of reddish pink, rosy lips damp and parted slightly. his eyes were half lidded and clouded with lust, the pale stormy blue barely visible with how dilated his pupils were. even the dark circles that were always present seemed all the more attractive in the moment. for once, you didn’t break gaze, instead embracing it with one of the warmest smiles William had ever seen. you reached up to cup his cheek in a daze, caressing it with the pad of your thumb, fawning as he leaned into it, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand. he then pulled away, closing the distance between the two of you. your breath was stolen as you felt his lips against yours. you had daydreamed about how they would feel, and for once, reality was better than your fantasies. you eagerly kissed back, albeit a bit inexperienced. he enjoyed it nonetheless, pushing his tongue into your mouth, tasting every inch of your wet cavern. you were so caught up in the kiss, you almost didn’t notice the pressure pressing against your dripping entrance. William rutted against you a few times before sliding his cock in, being kind enough to take it slow. the stretch was painful, searing hot as it was pushed deeper and deeper, inch by inch, until the tip was pressed snuggly against your cervix. your head was dizzy as you tried to shut your legs, push him away, something, anything! finally, William pulled away from the kiss, a mix of both of yours saliva coating his lips. tears finally spilled from your eyes, your breathing stuttered as you hiccuped. “i-it hurts, Mr.Afton, please, no more!” you sobbed, wanting nothing more than for the pain to go away. William didn’t know why, but seeing you cry and break, it made him painfully hard, having to physically restrain himself from fucking in to you, just to make you cry more. he settled for shallow grinding, just enough to get you used to it. “it’s ok darling, just feel the pain. feel how i’m taking your innocence.” his words made you sick, yet horribly aroused at the same time, earning more sniffles and silent cries. after a minute or two, the pain became bearable. not enjoyable, but survivable. William seemed to know, as he slowly started to thrust in and out, not fully yet, but enough to satiate his sick desires. it felt weird at first, but slowly it became pleasurable, a few meek moans slipping out. a few more minutes, and you were a whorish mess. legs spread, cunt slick with arousal and cum, moans loud and begging, pleading for more. finally, William took almost his entire length out, slamming it back in over and over again, threatening to destroy your poor cunt its first time. tears still streamed down your cheek, only now they were from overstimulation. your breasts bounced with every thrust, tummy lined with the faint bulge of his cock every time he buried himself into you. your head lolled to the side, finally taking your gaze off the man above you, too lost in your own world to care. that is, until your cheek started to burn, your head forced to the opposite side. did...did Mr.Afton just slap you? your cunt clenched hard just at the thought. your face was then grabbed and forced to look straight ahead, your boss now glaring down at you. “don’t you dare look away. eyes on me, and only me. got that?” he demanded, and all you could muster was a nod. your orgasms melted into each other, now seeming like one long euphoria. William on the other hand, had yet to cum even once. that made you cry more, did he not feel good too? the sight of more tears drove him feral, pushing your legs up to your chest, the new angle allowing more access than before. he was close. he wanted to fill you to the brim with his children, his own moans almost drowning out your own. he could stay like that forever, in an endless heaven, buried inside of you. for once, though, it seemed like you had other plans. your walls hugged him tighter than before as you looked up at him with misty eyes.. “William-please! i want your cum inside me!” that was his final straw, a few more rough thrusts, and he released. warmth spilled inside of you, filling you to the brim and gushing out, leaking onto the couch beneath you. he stayed there, all the way to the base of his cock, mindlessly grinding into you, now basically laying on top of you. he left hickies along your neck and shoulders, attempting to regain his breath. “fuck..” he let out in between pants, shaking, unable to separate himself from you, too fucked out to move. you both laid there in silence for a few minutes, finally coming down from your cock filled high, only for your boss to speak, making your heart drop to your stomach. 

“lets do that again..” he muttered, pushing himself back up over you. 

[haiseovo]

Flowers only grow to rot

William Afton x Fem!Reader

part 2

WARNINGS: mentions of anxiety and depression, my trash writing. other than that no warnings for this chapter. 

you were gullible, naive even. so stuck in your own head that you couldn’t see what was going on around you. picking at your skin with anxiousness flooding your veins, too scared to look anywhere but the ground. maybe thats why you didn’t notice? you didn’t notice the way your new boss stared at you, taking in every little movement like a hymn, letting every shaken breath become one with his being. he was infatuated with you like no other. you were innocent, but not too much so. a meek little thing, like a feral kitten. you had made his heart race in a way no one else ever had. not even his wife could get such a reaction out of him no matter how hard she could have tried. you were something strange, an oddity he had to obtain. of course you were too spastic in the moment to notice that, maybe you would never notice, not that he minded. on the contrary, he hoped for you to stay oblivious for as long as possible. 

the next day couldn’t come soon enough, you were bursting at the seams ready to start working. sure, you were also a bit scared, but this would put a little money in your pocket, and with the way your fridge was looking, you could really use it. empty, nothing but expired milk and a half drinken powerade sitting on the shelf. how depressing. well, maybe you could stop by your moms or grandparents house after work? they never said no to you staying for dinner, and you missed them anyways. you made a mental note to call later and let them know. it wasn’t until you were already showered and in your closet that you realized, you had no idea what the uniform for work was. you tried to recollect your memory; maybe you had seen someone working while you were there? nothing. you had nothing. well, you had to improvise now. what would be appropriate? you looked through the few clean clothes you had, settling on a black turtleneck and a navy blue tennis skirt. it looked kid friendly enough, right? it would have to do, its all you really had at the moment. you tied up your non slip work shoes and grabbed your keys before heading out, opting to drive this time so you didn't have to return to your apartment after your shift. it took your car a moment to warm up, it being an older model and in desperate need of some work, but it got you from point A to point B. after a couple of minutes you pulled off, the dive to the family diner being short, but it felt painfully long at the same time. finally the vibrant building came in to view, parking lot full as ever, leaving you to park in the back. you turned off your car and stepped out, hands once more shaking, making you pick at your cuticles. the nerves were rising again, your body became tense and shaky. you had to stand there and take a deep breath, a low rumble of thunder being your only motivation to go inside. once the door opened, you were greeted with the same sounds of music and children's laughter, along with the smell of fresh pizza. it was warm, but not overly so, just enough to soothe a person from the chilly outdoors. rain started to patter against the glass, making you silently thank any god out there that there was thunder for warning. you scanned the area with nervous eyes, your breath catching in your throat as you finally spot your new boss, happily chatting away with what looked to be a customer. you tentatively approached, each step being more difficult than the last, but you pushed through. the customer has went on there way by the time you made it up to the tall man, leaving you with no choice but to converse immediately. you cleared your throat before speaking up. “good afternoon, Mr.Afton.” you greeted quietly, fiddling with your sleeves, earning your bosses attention. he gave you a quick once over before meeting your gaze, to which you soon averted. “good afternoon, (y/n).” he hummed warmly, checking his watch before a grin broke his stoic face. “12 o’clock on the dot. punctual, aren’t you?” he praised with a little chuckle. oh how obedient you were. he loved that. you smiled faintly, just barely able to make eye contact again. “you ready to start working?” he asked with a hint of enthusiasm, earning an almost spastic nod from you. William laughed lightly and ruffled your hair before leading you off to a counter, a large sign over it with brightly colored letters spelling out “PRIZES”. you stared at it briefly, silently fawning over the adorable stuffed animals that rested neatly on the shelves behind the counter. William seemed to notice this, but didn’t comment on it thankfully. he found it adorable how innocent you were, how easily impressed you could be. he wanted nothing more than to watch you like this forever, but that wasn’t possible, not yet at least. “i’ll have you stationed here at the prize counter. you’ll only have to handle kids, and it shouldn’t be too overwhelming for you. i’ll stay here with you today to help out, and if it gets to be too much you can always let me know, ok?” he explained in a softer tone. it warmed your heart how caring he was being, how accepting he was of all your little problems. most establishments would tell you to get over it and throw you in without a second glance, but Mr.Afton was different. he seemed to genuinely care about your well being. the thought made your cheeks warm. “thank you, Mr.Afton, i really appreciate it.” you thanked gratefully, managing to send him a small kind smile. William felt an unfamiliar swell in his chest at your expression. eyes filled with worry and uncertainty, yet so trusting in him, so bright and starry. he could gaze at them til the end of time. but for now, he just smile and opened the door leading to the prize counter for you. you gave him another quiet thank you as you stepped in, him stepping in right behind you. the first hour or so was pretty slow, so you had time to get accustomed to everything without too many interruptions. it also gave you time to kind of get to know Mr.Afton. he was well spoken and confident, his slight westminster accent giving him a bit of his own unique charm. he was kind, not too harsh with you, but pushed you to do your best nonetheless. soon enough the rush was in full swing, and kids were cashing in there tickets left and right. William was right, even with the surplus of kids, it wasn’t overwhelming. just count the tickets and give them prize.  the only issue that arise was when one kid in specific had over 1,000 tickets, and the prize he wanted was on the top shelf, well out of your reach. there was no step ladder or stool behind the counter to help you reach it. you were in a bit of a tough spot. you did your best, getting on your tippy toes and pressing as close to the shelves as possible in an attempt to reach the large plushie, but it was just barely brushing against your fingertips, leaving you unable to grasp it. you began to get nervous, not wanting this child to be upset that you couldn’t obtain the prize he worked oh so hard on. you didn’t know what to do. in the midst of your panicking you didn’t notice the presence behind you, watching with an amused gleam in his eyes. he let you struggle for a few more seconds before intervening, pressing to your backside and grabbing the large plush with ease. “i’ll get a step stool for you back here.” he said with a laugh before pulling away, giving the young boy his prize. heat burned your face, frozen in place. William was no longer behind you, but the warmth of his body was still as present as could be. his voice was quiet and rough when speaking to you at such a close vicinity. his form was firm, you had felt every dip and curve. it left you unable to even breathe. you quickly recollected yourself an excused yourself to the restroom to splash some water on your face, mentally scolding yourself.  

he was your boss. you just met him. sure, he was kind. and his voice put all your worries to rest. and he was so tall you had to look up just to make eye contact. and his hair looked soft. his cologne was sweet smelling and always filled your senses when he was near. his eyes were breathtaking. and- oh god. oh god. did you already have a crush on him? no. no. you had to shake those thoughts off. you needed this job, don’t let your emotions ruin this one too. 

but...it was a nice thought to indulge in. when you were alone at least. 

[haiseovo]

Flowers only grow to rot

this is sort of a self insert comfort fic for my five nights at freddys fixation. might make it a posted series. anywayyyss 

William Afton x Fem!reader

WARNINGS: alluding to clinical anxiety and depression, reader is lightly based off myself as a person, my usual trash ass writing.

it seemed like everyday melted into the next, clouds forever overcasted in your world, dark and gloomy. nails, once manicured into neat ovals, now bitten to bloody stumps. hair messy, never styles but not quite unkempt either. each outfit no longer had effort, just whatever was clean and comfortable, sometimes not even that. life seemed so mundane, so pointless, but not quite worth ending yet. maybe it was because you didn’t have the gall, or perhaps it was fear of what lies beyond, but something kept air in your lungs, even if only for another 24 hours. but surviving and living were very different, and without a job, you could not manage to do either. you didn’t live with your parents anymore, so its not like you could just ease up cozily without a care in the world, you were too ashamed to do that. but, something needed to be done. your town was small, not so much so that finding work was impossible, but it wouldn’t be easy either. what to do, what to do? frankly, if it was up to you, you would lay in bed all day and simply rot away in your room. but you would have no room without a job to pay for it. the thought alone made you pick at your skin, red scratches being left in its wake. you didn’t necessarily have a lot of qualifications, having mostly worked food service, with the exception of a single retail job that didn’t work out too well. customer service seemed to be different depending on the line of work apparently. the anxiety of upcoming bills was eating you away at the gut, gnawing at your insides with ferocity, making bile threaten to rise to your throat. you had to find a job, but nowhere was hiring. nowhere that you were eligible to work at least. the only place that seemed to check all your boxes was a local family owned pizzeria about four blocks from you. its add was hard to spot in the newspaper, but it was there, its number beneath the large picture of a bear and rabbit, along with small text exclaiming “walk in interviews available!”. perfect. the pay wasn’t too shabby, and it was close enough that you didn’t need to drive. it would pay the bills, thats what mattered the most. with that, you dragged your heavy body out the bed and got ready for the day, well, rest of the day since it was already 3 in the afternoon. you showered, brushed your teeth and hair, and set on your way, making it your personal mission to attain this job. 

the walk was painfully long, anxiety creeping up your throat, making you want to dry heave on the sidewalk. you knew logically you shouldn’t have been nervous, but you couldn’t help it. its just how your brain was wired. the pizzeria came into your view, all shiny and cheerful. a children's entertainment establishment to the T. you took a deep breath, forcing your body to move to the doors, each step more shaky than the last, but you pushed through, almost to the point of tears. upon entering, you were greeted with the sound of children's laughter and music. families sat at tables, large pies still steaming in front of them, kids scattered about playing games with each other while their parents just happily watched. and in the center, a stage. two large animated looking animals sat upon it, movements robotic, but almost soothing. to the right was a fat bear with a top hat, a microphone in hand. and to the left, a tall bunny with a guitar. you don’t know why, but the golden bunny attracted you. something about it felt right. sure, the golden bear was cute, but the rabbit was alluring. you were snapped from your thoughts when a child approached you, eyes red and puffy, a scared look on his face. a young boy, no older than maybe 6 or 7. his hair was a dirty blond, eyes big and blue, freckles cast like constellations across his flushed features. “’scuse me, miss. can you help me find my mommy?” his voice trembled and shook, almost as much as your knees were. your heart ached, you couldn’t stand to see such a cute kid so distraught. so, you swallowed your nerves and crouched down to his level with a kind smile. “oh, of course sweetheart.” you cooed as you gently wiped his tears away with the pad of your thumb. “what does your mommy look like, hm?” you questioned with a tilt of your head. the kid sniffled. “she’s tall, with pretty hair and brown eyes.” the description didn’t help much, but you don’t know what you expected from such a young thing. you would work with it. you nodded along to show you understood before picking him up and resting him on your hip. “alright. lets go find your mommy...say, i never got your name.” you hummed as you turned your gaze back to him. he seemed to relax in your hold. “jackson..my name is jackson.” he said sheepishly. you ruffled his hair with your free hand. “well hello jackson, my name is (y/n).” you returned the greeting as you entered deeper into the establishment, eyes searching for anyone that could have vaguely resembled the brief description Jackson gave you. you did your best to keep him distracted, asking about the things he likes, eventually getting him to ramble on about how this character named “fredbear” was his favorite of all time for this and that reasons. after a few minutes of searching you found a woman with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes who looked to be a bit distraught, striding up to her with a distracted Jackson. “excuse me ma’am-” “mommy!!!!” Jackson cut you off, getting the woman's attention. “oh, Jackson baby!” she immediately closed the distance to take her son in her arms, just about squeezing the life out of him. she offered a joyous smile to you. “oh thank you so much! i couldn’t find him anywhere!” she thanked gratefully, stroking her sons hair affectionately. “it was no problem, really.” you tried to brush it off. “i haven’t seen you here before, are you a new worker?” the woman asked curiously, earning a quick shake of your head, the previous anxiety returning tenfold. “oh-uh-no not exactly- i-uh-” she seemed to understand where you were going and nodded, offering one final thanks before toddling off with Jackson, who waved goodbye happily. you huffed out a breath of relief before turning around, only to be greeted by a man this time. 

this man he was...strange. tall, probably about 6′2″ or so, paled skin and a little thin, but not too much so. he had a head of thick brown hair, brushed neatly but still just the slightest bit disheveled. his mouth was upturned in a faint smile, and his eyes...they were what stuck out the most. a pale greyish blue, like storm clouds against the morning sky. reddish brown dark circles hung beneath them, giving him a professionally exhausted look. you swallowed thickly, taking in his attire. a deep plum purple button up, black slacks, dress shoes, and a “fazbear” badge on his right breast. you meekly looked up at him, though you couldn’t maintain eye contact for more than .5 seconds. “you’re not here for the pizza and show, are you” his voice was deep, but not overwhelmingly so. there was a slight rasp to it, along with the fientist remnants of an accent. it was posh, but not annoyingly so. much like Tom Hiddleston. your fingers played with the sleeves of your sweater, all you could muster was a shake of your head, your voice caught in your throat. the man chuckled a little, standing up a bit more straight. “you’re here from the advert, no? come. follow me.” he was kind enough to wait until it seemed like you had processed his words before turning the other way and leading you to the back. the sounds of the main floor soon became muffled as you followed him to an office at the end of the long corridor. he held the door open for you before shutting it, moving his large frame to sit at an office chair behind the large oak desk that sat to the back center of the room. he motioned for you to sit, and you obliged, your nerves firing off at a pace you never knew possible. you couldn’t tell how badly you were shaking until the man said something. “relax, dear. no need to be nervous.” he soothed, and it almost worked. his voice was warm, like tea on a cold evening. you took a deep breath and sighed through your nose, willing yourself to look up. “my name is William Afton, i run this pizzeria with my partner, Henry. i’ll be conducting your interview today, ok?” he made sure to speak clearly, his accent more evident now that it was just the two of you. “now, let's get the basics out of the way, shall we? what is your name, dear?”   he queeried, leaning back in his seat. you swallowed your spit and cleared your throat silently before speaking up. “my name is (y/n), sir.” you managed out, just barely as loud as you wanted. William smiled. “well, its very nice to meet you, miss (y/n). would you mind telling me about some work experience you’ve had in the past?” your nerves shot up tenfold. you had been fired from just about every last one of your jobs, all for the same reason. you didn’t have any references, and frankly you weren’t the best liar either. all you could do was be honest and hope for the best. “i-uh-well...i’ve worked a lot in the food industry as a waitress...” you squeaked out. you couldn’t bring yourself to finish your statement. “but?” the man pressed, forcing it out of you. “i..was fired...because i panicked during a rush...” you admitted shamefully. you needed to find a way to turn this around. somehow. any way! you turned your gaze to meet the cloudy one in front of you. “but, i'm really good with kids! i clean really well, and i’m a quick learner!”  the statement left you with a determination you didn’t know you had mustered, earning an intrigued stare. a light and airy chuckle left the older males lips. “you’ve got fire in you, don’t you dear? i like that.” relief flooded your veins, maybe this interview wasn’t a total bust. “come back tomorrow at 12 to start training, how’s that sound?” he hummed, and you just about jumped out of your seat in joy. you stared at him for a second, then two, then three before nodding spastically. “that sounds-sounds great! i’ll be here!” you cheered, earning another chuckle. “alright, not a second before, not a second after.” you nodded again, thanking him profusely before leaving, basically running home to call your mother and tell her the good news. maybe things would start looking up from here?

[haiseovo]

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The way I see no Peter Steele x reader anyways. Ima fix that.

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scary movies (pt 2)

PART TWO IS FINALLY OUT AND DEDICATED TO MY BESTIEEEE BB YOU ALR KNOW THIS IS FOR YOU!!!

WARNINGS! breeding kink, mindless sex, somnophilia, degrading, break in, cock warming, mentions of multiple rounds, ghostface ofc, and my usual writing. 

you almost fell asleep once the man in the mask left, the droning on of the end credits to your movie and the ache between your legs being the only proof that he was real. you didn’t hear him leave, every movement he made once he pulled away from you being as silent as a mouse. you managed to get up, though just barely, only to shower and then collapse in bed, letting sleep overtake you. you were only awoken by the sound of cars driving by and birds screaming at their existence, the noise making your head ache with sharp pain. thank god you closed your curtains before you went to work the night before. you reluctantly rolled out of bed, only motivated by the grumbling of your stomach. your knees buckle beneath you once you stand, the events from the night before finally catching up to you. your muscles ached, soreness spreading throughout every end of your body, but only in the nicest ways. you sluggishly made your way to the kitchen once you managed to move, wanting to get some food in your stomach to satiate your hunger. pancakes sounded good. 

meanwhile, a certain killer couldn’t get you out of his head. he had watched you for weeks before actually contacting you. he memorized your schedule, every last habit you had. he didn’t think he could get more infatuated with you, but you were just full of surprises. even as he stalked a new victim that would ultimately end up on the news, he kept thinking back to that night. the way you melted under his touch, your body fitting perfectly to his, how pliable you were. the thought alone made his mouth water. he found himself fantasizing about you filled to the brim with his cum, swollen with his kids as he bred you. he had to leave his victim early just because he couldn’t get you off of his mind. he returned to your home, knowing you had the day off. he watched you from afar through the windows, imagining pinning you down and fucking you on ever open surface of your home, letting his mind wander as you went about your life obliviously. he waited though, his patience running thinner and thinner by the minutes as they ticked by painfully slow, the sun slowly hiding behind the horizon. once you seemed relaxed enough, and it was late enough in the night, he made a move. he slipped in through a window you carelessly left unlocked, almost like you wanted him to come back, silently making his way to your bedroom. there, you were laid out comfortably, nose shoved in your shitty old laptop as random videos played, your eyelids slipping shut only to snap back open seconds later, barely awake. perfect. you didn’t seem to notice him, and he took advantage of that. he watched you from the hallway as you finally fell asleep, quietly entering once you were unconscious. Ghostface sat down on the edge of your bed, closing your computer and setting it on your desk before kicking off his boots and sliding off his mask. he set the mask on your nightstand as his boots stayed scattered on the floor. he laid down with you, pulling you close so your back was pressed flush against his chest. he buried his nose in your messy hair, deeply inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo, pressing as close as humanly possible to you. you squirmed a little in your sleep, bad idea. 

with all the pent up lust Ghostface was holding in, and you physically there with him, it was all too much. he groaned quietly into your hair, grounding his hips into your ass, cock already hard and throbbing. he couldn’t help it, you just had such an effect on him. you stirred a little at the foreign feeling, but didn’t wake up yet. good. the killer slipped his hand down the front of your sleep shorts, running his leather clad fingers through your slit, circling your sensitive bundle of nerves with the tips as he continued rutting into you. he reveled in the way you whimpered and moved back into his touch in your sleep, you were just so precious weren’t you? he took the time to slide the offensive clothing off of your legs, keeping his hand tucked away between your plush thighs. he panted and growled as he buried his face deeper into your hair, letting your scent overwhelm him. “(y/n)..” he purred out, maneuvering one of his legs between yours to spread them a little, letting one of his fingers sink into your sopping cunt. “so wet, all for me? what are you dreaming of, pretty girl?” his voice was gravely as it slowly woke you from your sleep, a pleasurable ache being prominent between your legs. you let a few sleepy moans slip out as he found that sensitive spot in you, the feeling of his hips against yours overwhelming it all. your face felt hot from your embarrassed blush, the heat soon coating your entire body. “oh? awake now, sweetheart?” that oh so seductive voice chimed in, intruding your thoughts, earning an almost nonexistent nod. Ghostface chuckled a little, pressing into you deeper. you could feel the entirety of his erection pressed against your backside, almost being able to feel how it throbbed against your flesh. “i missed your sweet little pussy while i was gone.” he whispered into your ear, peppered your neck with kisses and little nibbles here and there, the sound of his moans vibrating against the sensitive skin, earning quiet mewls. you gasped in a higher octave as he slipped another finger into you, thrusting them in you at a painstakingly slow pace, not enough to make you cum, but enough to make you crave more. his thumb ran tight circles on your clit, loving the way you clenched tightly around his fingers at every minute ministration. you tried to lean into his touch, silently begging for more, but he held you still, making you take what he gave you but nothing more. “aw, so needy, baby. need my cock? need me to fuck you stupid again?” he teased sadistically, earning pathetic nods and agreements. “please, please-need you inside me.” you pleaded, trying to squirm closer to him. he just laughed breathily, removing his fingers from your hole, loving how it tried to cling to him. you were left with an empty feeling, almost tearing up at it, but it wouldn’t last long. Ghostface pulled away, the jingle of his belt and zipper signaling he would give you what you wanted most. 

he returned behind you before you could turn around, his teeth finding the shell of your ear as he bit it gently. the hot tip of his cock grazing through your puffy lips. you sighed out, taking in a sharp inhale as he thrusted into you unexpectedly. you don’t think you’ll ever get used to his overwhelming size, the stretch burning a little, but not as bad as when he took your virginity. his hands slid up your loose shirt, cupping your breasts in his large hands, lips never stopping their assault on your neck and shoulders. he marked ever inch of flesh he cold as he circled and pinched your nipples, his hips starting a slow but rough pace as he fucked in to you. you were still on your side, legs suddenly spread as he grabbed your inner thigh and threw it over his own, allowing him to break you open. he bit the junction where your shoulder and neck met, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to hurt. you clenched around him as your body tensed, only spurring him on, pulling you into his spastic movements. “fuck-fuck! i missed how good you feel baby, so so good.” he murmured into your flesh burying himself in all the way, bottoming you out. you could feel his tip smash into your cervix at every jerk, making you dizzy with pain and pleasure. he hooked his arm under your knee, his fingers finding your clit again, matching his thrusts with the circles he drew on it. you two had just started, but you already felt that tight coil building in your stomach. he kept hitting all the most sensitive spots in your cunt, every thrust making soft curses and moans leave your lips. “oh! so good! don’t stop! please, don’t stop!” you begged, feeling your orgasm approaching. he didn’t listen though, slowing his thrusts to a halt, leaving you there to warm his cock for a few moments. without saying a word, he picked you up, laying on his back with you on top of him, still facing away. one arm wrapped around your torso, hand squeezing your chest periodically, rolling your nipple between his fingers. the other laid over your lower body so he could still reach your clit. 

he gave you a second to adjust before starting a brutal pace. if it weren’t for his vice grip on you, you would have fell off the bed. you could hear the sound of his hips meeting your ass as he fucked into you, holding you in place as he used your hole for his own pleasure. “’m gonna give you my kids, stupid whore.” he growled into your ear, warming your skin more. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you? to be my brainless little breeding slut?” he cooed, holding his cock in you, letting you feel every painful inch, rutting into you just barely. “yes! yes i want it! breed me! cum in me, please!” you sounded like a bitch in heat to him, the way your wanton moans rung in his ears like his favorite melody. he pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into you, pushing you down into his aggressive thrusts. he was taking all of his frustrations out on your already abused cunt, being filled with the need to fill you with his spawn, desperate to see you swollen and pregnant because of him. he was so consumed with the thought that he didn’t even realize you were about to cum, nails digging in to his arms as you clenched around him uncontrollably. “fuck-fuck! yes! c-cumming!” your back arched off of him as much as it could with his strong grasp still around you, gasping and panting as your eyes rolled back a little bit. white hot pleasure shot through your body, leaving you in a state of euphoria as he fucked you through it. “mmfuck cum in me, please, i want it! i need your cum in me!” your begging sent a shiver down Ghostfaces spine, and he couldn’t control himself. he managed to last a few more aggressive thrusts before spilling into you, his hot seed filling you to the brim as you milked him for everything he had. “fuuck yes, good girl, taking it so well. good fucking girl, m gonna get you pregnant, and then you’ll never be able to leave.” he rambled on through his own orgasm, face buried in the side of your neck, sucking dark hickies onto your already tarnished skin. slowly, you both came down from your highs, but Ghostface didn’t pull out, leaving you feeling almost overwhelmingly stuffed full. you whined, only to be shushed gently. “just stay like this for a little..” he barely rasped out, holding your body close, gravity helping with that a little. you felt him soften in you as he ran his fingers through your hair, stroking it comfortingly as he whispered sweet nothings to you. after a while you tried to get off, but he only held you tighter. “we aren’t done yet, princess.” he said in a gruff tone, his cock already starting to harden in you again. 

you were in for one hell of a night. 

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midnight snack

Thomas Hewitt fanfiction sweethearts!! 

warnings: smut, NSFW, size kink, creampie, drunk reader, drunk sex, female reader, oral(f receiving), sweet ol tommy, and my mediocre writing as usual! 

you don't know how long you had been down here. the basement was grimy, and reeked heavily of blood and rot. there was a constant dripping sound somewhere off in the corner, but you couldn't seem to move your head to see what exactly was the cause of it. you couldn't remember much of the days leading up to your current circumstances, but you remembered the premise of them. you and your ‘best friend’ wanted to go out on a road trip. it was just supposed to be the two of you, but then she invited her friend and boyfriend, and they invited their friends, and pretty soon it was a packed full van and you were miserable. even more so when you were left in the middle of nowhere, stranded on the side of the road with nothing but the clothes on your back, your suitcase, and your half filled hydro flask. how fun. your initial plan was to call a cab, but there was no signal, so you had to go with the next best thing. walk. the texas heat took a toll on you, and the sun beat down like it wanted to drive you into the dry soil beneath you. you just kept walking, hoping to maybe find a gas station eventually, but for hours all you saw was flat desolate land and road. it wasn't until around sunset that you had stumbled across the van you and your ‘friends’ were driving in, turned over and abandoned. you, in a panicked state, checked the van frantically, silently thanking the gods that the van seemed to be completely empty. you grabbed whatever of yours that was left from when you were kicked out from the van, slinging your bag over your shoulder and hitting the road again. well, sort of. honestly all you remember after that was a sharp pain in your temple, and then the basement. bits and pieces of what you assumed to be your ‘friends’ screams flashed in your brain, in tune with the pounding of your headache. you didn't cry, nor did you scream or struggle. you simply accepted fate. what else were you going to do? what else could you do? you were going to die. you closed your eyes, the dim light of the basement being too much for your sensitive eyes. you prayed that at the very least the headache would go away before you died. your prayers seemed to fall upon deaf ears, as soon there was a loud sound from upstairs. a chainsaw? thats what it sounded like, though it was hard to decipher through the thick concrete walls. it stopped after a few dronning moments, and you were overcome with a wave of exhaustion. your eyelids felt heavy, and you soon succumbed to the relaxing world of slumber. you woke up eventually, you didn't know how long you were asleep, but you didn't care either, you were still alive and you guess thats what mattered. you tried to look around the best you could, but you couldn't, being confined to a brutally cold work table. you heard some shuffling to the side and did your best to look in that direction, catching a little bit of movement in your peripherals. you wanted to say something, you really did, but you couldn't manage it out. thankfully, whatever had moved seemed to notice that you were awake. your blood ran a bit cold as a large man moved to hover over you, seemingly observing you from where you laid. it was hard to make out any details on his face, it being covered by a crudely made brown mask, but you didn't mind, it sort of had a charm to it. messy brown curls fell from the mans head, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that he was huge. hulking even. lard toned muscles layered with just the right amount of fat covered the large body of the man in front of you, making you a bit nervous. he could rip you apart with his bare hands if he wanted to, and you really hoped he didn't want to. you stared up blankly, watching as the man before you seemed to drink in your appearance, you not being well enough in the head to care. you couldn't help but notice as the man was staring you down, his eyes. they were a brilliant blue. they were the depths of the ocean, the sky on a cloudless day, sapphires the world creates after time. you had never seen such a brilliant shade, and you couldn't help but be enamored by them. he seemed to notice, tilting his head to the side, as if to ask what was it that had you staring at him like that. it took you a minute to process it, but you eventually spoke, albeit mindlessly. “you have beautiful eyes..” you croaked out weakly, your voice soft and broken, throat dry and raw. the man above you seemed shocked, almost not believing you. he searched your expression, looking for any sign of sarcasm or malice, cursing in his mind when he didn't find any. was the universe playing some kind of twisted joke on him? it had to have been. he had already felt guilty about hurting you, about the fact that he had to kill you. he already knew he wouldn't be eating dinner those few days your flesh was going to be served, and here you had to go and make it worse. you were beautiful to him, completely stunning, and now you were being kind. you didn't scream or struggle when you were taken and bound, but instead calm, staring off into space before slipping into a peaceful sleep. why? why did you have to be so damn perfect to him? he couldn't handle it. he quickly pushed himself away from the table, startling you as he bound up the stairs, the cellar door slamming a bit behind him. you felt nervous, has you said something wrong? was he going to kill you now? you tried not to think about it, staring up at the ceiling with an unfocused gaze. there was talking from upstairs, but you couldn't quite make out what the people were saying. it was muffled, sounding as if it were underwater. you could make out bits and pieces, picking up the name ‘tommy’ in the process, along with something about ‘you don't have to eat ‘er’, you wondered what that was about. you didn't have much time to ponder on it as the cellar door opened again, the large man stalking back in, a smaller frail looking woman following behind. “this ‘er, tommy?” she asked softly as she approached the table you were bound to, looking down at you with kind eyes. if you weren't in a life or death situation right now, you would have thought she was sweet, her tone comforting and soft, warning your cold bones. the large man nodded silently, and the older woman hummed in response. “what’s y’er name honey?” she asked gently, brushing some of your hair out of your face. “(y/n)..” you answered weakly, just barely being heard. she smiled at you fondly. “(y/n), hm? what a pretty name for a pretty girl like y’erself. tommy here says you complimented him, that right?” your face flushed a bit at her words. lying wouldnt do you any good in a situation like this, you knew that much, but admitting what you said didn't feel right either. despite your better judgement, you nodded. “i did. he has very pretty eyes.” you admitted shyly, feeling flustered at having to restate the compliment. was this lady going to kill you for being nice to the man, to tommy? all fears melted away as the lady smiled fondly, resting her hand on top of your bound one in a loving manner, her touch as motherly as her sweet voice and appearance. “you really think so?” she wanted you to clarify, and you responded with another nod, swallowing thickly before speaking up again. “i do, his lady is real lucky. i know i might sound delusional right now, given ill probably end up dead like everyone else, but he seems sweet enough, kidnapping and murder aside.” god you sounded like a complete psychopath didn't you?! what kind of normal person says stuff like that? normal people don't say shit like that (y/n)! you couldn't find yourself to be fearful as silence overtook the room, or as the older woman stepped away from you. you noticed her nod a bit at tommy, who only nodded back, the two communicating clearly without having to say a single word, how terrifying. the older woman retreated back upstairs without another word, leaving you alone once again with the large beast of a man. your heart started pounding a bit as he approached, his hand resting on the restraints that held your neck. was this the end for you? did the woman come down just to mock you? you wish you had time to process those thoughts as he ripped off the restraints with ease, brute force and strength radiating off of him in that moment, and honest in that moment, you knew you were not right in the head. it shouldn't have been attractive the way he so carelessly could destroy whatever it was that he wanted, but it was. it was painfully attractive, the man in front of you was painfully attractive. you only felt more drawn to him as he repeated the action with each of the restraints, tossing them to the side lazily, freeing you from your confines. once they were all off you slowly sat up, not wanting to spook the man or make him think you were going to run off at any moment, you has long forgotten the need to escape, it being replaced with insatiable curiosity. “are..you're not going to kill me?” you asked after a few moments, and the man shook his head, confirming your beliefs. you were allowed to live! given, it would only be because tommy wanted you to stay, but you had breath in your lungs nonetheless. you relaxed a little at the wordless comfort, smiling just faintly. “your name is tommy?” you tilted your head to the side curiously, and once again, the man nodded. “you don't talk much, do you?” another nod. well, that would be a bit of a barrier now wouldn't it? you didn't seem to mind too much though, there was always other ways to communicate after all. tommy moved to one side of the table, offering you a hand to help you down, which you gratefully took, gasping a bit when your feet met the cold pavement. tommy let out a breathy sound, perhaps a laugh? he was kind enough to help you upstairs, and up into what you assumed was his bedroom. thats where you would stay, with him. 

thats how this whole ordeal started. you were allowed to shower, to eat with the family, and to help the old woman, who you soon learned was named Luda Mae, around the house. after some time you got outside privileges, but only if you were with tommy, not that you minded at least. your days were rather consistent, some may even say bland, but to you they were as entertaining as one could get. tommy never seemed to leave you without questions, so you always had something to talk about, and Luda Mae always had a fun story in her back pocket for you when you seemed to run out of words. the only real downside was Hoyt being a complete dick, but it was something you learned to get used to. same goes for the odd meat that was served for dinner, but you never had the heart to ask where it came from, a small part of you already knowing. 

you smiled up at the sky as you thought about how much your life had changed in just a few short months. one minute you're surrounded by snakes disguised as people, the next the most loving cannibals you could have ever made up. sure it wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, but you always had one thing to look forward to, and that was seeing tommy. he was quick to wiggle his way into your heart, finding home in the deepest parts of it. his kind actions and adoration filled gaze plaguing your sweetest dreams in the best way. a little part of you wanted to tell him how you felt, from the moment you saw him, but you always kept your mouth shut. that is, until now. Hoyt had convinced you to have a few drinks with him, and you being the lightweight you were, could not handle what the alcohol did to you. you were giggling to yourself as you stared up at the stars, amazed by how clearly you could see them in the secluded area. thomas seemed to know you were out there, as he soon joined you, laying down on the grass next to you. you looked over at him and a dumb smile was soon plastered on your face. the moon provided more than enough light for you to see clearly. it saddened you that thomas always wore his mask, even around you. you understood why, but that didn't make it break your heart any less. his hair was messy, as usual, but thankfully he wasn't covered in blood for once. he wasn't wearing his apron, so he was just in his button down, slacks, boots, and of course his tie. you or Luda would tie it for him every morning, something you secretly always looked forward to. your eyes caught his, and your heart fluttered, that beautiful breathtaking blue you've come to adore so much. it was now your favorite color. you spoke before you could stop yourself. “you're so pretty, thomas. like a greek statue of a god. or a painting maybe. you're breathtaking.” your words were a little slurred to say the least, but the sincerity in your tone was all the more present, more so than usual. thomas froze at your words, not that you noticed, and in a drunken state you didn't let him come down from his shock. you sat up and crawled over him, your legs on either side of his as you straddled him, leaning down so you both were just barely centimeters apart. “can i tell you something?” you hummed softly, almost childishly so, and thomas swallowed thickly before nodding, allowing you to speak. “i love you, tommy. i love every little thing about you, i think i have since the day we met, as dark as that was. but, i love you, so so much.” you shamelessly confessed, planting your hands on his broad chest to steady yourself before leaning down and kissing him through the mask he wore. it was brief, just a little peck, but it said more than enough for tommy. just as you pulled away, he adjusted his mask, before pulling you back in and slamming his lips to yours. you were shocked for a moment, but quickly got over it and returned the kiss, humming softly in approval as his tongue slid past your lips, dwarfing your own. everything about this man made you feel small, from his intimidating height to the way his fingers almost touched when his hands were wrapped around your waist. 

maybe it was the alcohol in your system, but you felt rather bold. you grabbed ahold of thomas’ tie, gripping it tightly as you pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss. he seemed hesitant, but eventually his hands started exploring your body. he rubbed up and down your sides for a bit, feeling every little dip and curve of your body, before slipping beneath your shirt. the crisp air cooled your skin, thomas’ warm hands shielding you from being freezing. one of his hands slipped to your front, cupping one of your breasts. he squeezed and fondled it affectionately, gripping it a bit tighter when you moaned and leaned in to his touch. his large hands dwarfed your smaller frame, making you feel more tiny than you already were. it was hard to not feel small, especially with how large thomas was himself. he removed his lips from yours, dipped his head down as he kissed and licked along your neck and collarbones, taking your shirt off completely as he latched on to one of your nipples. you whined softly as he stucked and licked it, his tongue swirling little circles on it before he bit down gentle on the hardened bud, running his tongue over it one more time to soothe the faint sting before giving the other one the same treatment. he reveled in the way you moaned and gasped for him as his mouth made quick work of your sensitive nipples. you tangled your fingers into his dark hair, running them through it, tugging every so often whenever he left a particularly hard bite or nibble on your body. he eventually started to get impatient, flipping you both over so he was on top, keeping his body above yours without putting too much pressure on you, not wanting to crush you. his frame covered you completely from the cold air that threatened to prick at your skin. he hiked your skirt up so it was bunched at your hips, revealing your panties, a wet spot rather evident on them. your face heated with embarrassment. thomas smirked faintly behind his mask, though you couldn't tell. he covered your eyes with his hand, signalling for you to keep them shut. you obliged hesitantly, wanting nothing more than to see his face, but it was obvious he wasn’t ready for that yet. once he was sure you wouldn’t peek he dipped down between your legs, moving your panties aside and licking a long strip up from your hole up to your clit, pressing his tongue down harder when he got to the sensitive ball of nerves. you gasped, subconsciously trying to snap your legs shut, only for them to be firmly held apart as tommy delved in, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue to get you squirming for him before he buried it deeply within your heat, groaning against you at your taste. 

now, thomas was by no means experienced. however, he was a quick learner, and lord did this man know how to eat. his tongue was thick, your fingers having not done him justice on those nights you spent alone. he was buried so deeply, it almost felt like you were getting fucked. he took in a deep breath, before letting out a shaky exhale. you were the best thing he had ever tasted, a sweet nectar he couldn’t get enough of. it was exhilarating. he continued to push his tongue in and out of you, exploring as much of your depths as he could, tasting everything you had to offer. your fingers found themselves tangled in his hair, tugging and pulling whenever he made you feel especially good. his cock grew hard in his slacks as he took his tongue out, replacing it with one of his fingers. god, now it really felt like you were getting fucked, he spread your legs a little bit more, resting your thighs on his shoulders. his tongue ran tight circles around your clit as he buried his finger in all the way down to the knuckle. you had never had something so deep in you, your back arching as you clenched around him, fingers tightening around his curly locks. it took a moment, but he soon learned what made you feel good, and what you liked best, abusing that sweet spot in you every chance he got. “oh, shit! tommy, that feels so fucking good!” you whined, trying to raise your hips closer to him, only to be forcibly held still. he took the chance to slide another finger into your sopping hole, being met with little resistance. you felt the muscles in your stomach grow taught as you neared your release, squirming in a futile attempt to either pull away or get more friction, you couldn’t tell at this point. thomas nibbled and sucked harshly on your clit, and you couldn’t take it anymore. your body tensed, thighs closing around the brunettes head as pleasure washed over you. your head fell back as you gushed over thomas’ fingers, your body lurching a bit as his tongue lapped at the mess, cleaning every sticky drop you had to offer. he couldn’t let the perfect dessert go to waste after all. he slowly removed his fingers with an almost inaudible pop, his tongue delving into you to collect every remain of your orgasm. your hands shook as you tried to pry him off, the poor man unintentionally overstimulating you. he didn’t budge, liking the sting left on his scalp whenever you pulled. “tommy-please! you're killing me, i can't take anymore!” you begged weakly, just barely getting his attention. he finally pulled away, dragging his tongue up his wrist to collect the reminisce of your essence. he let out a low groan at the last of its taste, and you're sure if you were able to see him you would be red in the face. you were going to speak up again, but decided against it as you heard the shuffling of clothes and the sound of his buckle coming undone, the sound of his fly zipper following. soon, the warmth of his body covered your own, and his lips found yours feverishly. his teeth dragged against your bottom lip, tongue begging for entry that you gladly granted. his tongue shoved into your mouth desperately, claiming every nook and cranny possible, grazing the roof of it. you could feel his hard cock press against your thigh, pressing up against it as he claimed your mouth. he lowered himself on to you more, rutting and grinding against your thigh, smearing your soft flesh with pre cum. you wrapped your arms around his neck, running your hands up and down his shoulders, sliding them down the front of his body. your nails raked down his chest and stomach just barely, making his body shudder. 

you found his erection pretty quickly, wrapping your hands around it, growing hot when you realized your fingers couldn’t touch as they wrapped around him. you could feel the way his bodied stiffened, an almost inaudible moan being pushed into the kiss. he pulled away, burying his face in your neck as you ran your thumb along the slit on the tip. his hips jerked into your hand, his teeth digging deep into your flesh to stifle the little noises that threatened to spill. his body was hunched over yours, spastically rolling his hips into your hand, his cock leaking now. he. littered your neck in as many bites and hickies as he could as he brainlessly moved in your touch, soft pants and sighs leaving his lips and fanning against your skin. you were expecting him to cum at any moment, but that wouldn’t be the case as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them at your sides, taking a second to recollect himself. he held your thighs to his hips, basically holding the lower half of your body in the air effortlessly. you squirmed a little, unable to tell what he was doing. “tommy, can i open my eyes? please?” you pleaded sweetly, resting your hands on his. there was a few moments of silence, of stillness, before he leaned into your neck again and nodded. you hesitantly opened your eyes, staring up at the open night sky before turning your gaze to the messy mop of brown. you couldn’t help but smile, running your fingers through the mans hair. he reluctantly turned his gaze to you, keeping his hair in his face, as if still trying to hide it. you grabbed his face, hands cupping his cheeks as you held the hair out of the way. “god, you’re so beautiful.” the words escaped before you could process them, watching thomas’ cheeks go red. you pulled him in for another kiss, letting your eyelids fall shut as you enjoyed the moment, thomas relaxed in your touch, well, as much as he could with the painful erection between his legs. he ground down against your cunt, coating his cock in your slick. you jumped in surprised before letting out a soft moan, trying to meet his shy movements. “thomas, please, fuck me..” you keened against his lips, and he just couldn’t say no. he positioned himself to be aligned with your sopping hole before slowly pushing in, sending you worried glances as you tensed and whimpered, biting the tip of your tongue to silence your pained cries. he was big, a behemoth of a man. his cock was long, and painfully thick, to the point where you could feel every little vein on it. he was kissing your cervix before he was all the way in, still having a few more inches to go. the stretch was more than you had ever encountered before, leaving a pleasant sting behind. thomas was kind enough to give you the time to adjust, taking it as slow as he needed to, but his resolve was slowly crumbling. finally, he was all the way in, hips pressed firmly against yours, cock deep in your stomach by then. as the pain on your face turned into pleasure, tommy started rutting into you, his hips rolling in little circles, not pulling out any yet until he knew it was ok. as soon as he heart the soft stifled moans spilling from your lips, he couldn’t bring himself to wait any longer. he pulled out about half way before shoving himself all the way back in. the wind was knocked from your lungs, and if it wasn't for his iron grip on you, you would have been pushed up on the grass. it hurt, but only in the best ways, as he picked up his pace. your eyes rolled back a little as he pulled you back to meet his every movement, holding his body over yours. the gentle slap of skin against skin resonated throughout the field, along with your moans and the occasional grunt from thomas. he had you seeing stars with how deep he was buried, just the thought making you clench tightly around him, sending him hunched over you with more spastic thrusts. your fingernails dug into his shoulders, that familiar knot in your stomach returning. “fuck, fuck-Thomas! gonna cum-tommy-” you could barely get your sentence out, and your little cut off words only spurred him on, bringing him closer to edge. your back arched off the ground, hair messy as you saw white in your vision. pleasure overtook your body, your cunt aching and throbbing as your creamed around thomas’ cock. he wasn’t done though, picking you up and putting you on his lap, the crevice of your knees hooked on his elbows as he bounced you on his cock, desperate to meet his own release. your walls took him so well, he was drunk off of it. somehow you could feel him even deeper now, fucking you thoroughly through your orsgasm, still coming down from your high. after a few more harsh thrusts, you felt his warmth spread in to you, filling you to the brim, spilling out of you before he had the chance to pull out. his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he laid you back down, hovering over you, not pulling out yet. “mmm..(y/n)..” you thought you were hearing things at first when you picked up on the gravely and raspy voice that was barely audible, but the kisses that followed seemed to confirm it for you. thomas’ hands rubbed up and down your bare sides lovingly as he kept giving you soft adoring kisses, slowly pulling out, cum leaking from your red abused hole almost immediately. you sighed softly at the empty feeling, your nether regions sore and aching. you indulged in another few soft pecks, running your finger through the cannibals messy hair, smiling faintly to yourself. guess he liked his midnight snack. 

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Scary movies pt2 update!!

IM SO SORRY I JUST LEARNED HOW TO USE TUMBLR AND SEE THE COMMENTS

I’m working on a part two to my post ‘scary movies’ as we speak!! I’ve also got a few other treats for you guys waiting! Requests are open so I’ll be making a writing list soon! Hope everyone has a great thanksgiving, I’ll be back with more writing as soon as possible!!

Love you all!

-Haise

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mine

a michael myers fanfic hehehe

warnings: smut, NSFW, non-con, predator prey, creampie, oral(m receiving), fingering(f receiving), face fucking, toxic relationship dynamic, blood play, my amerture writing, and of course our dear Michael.

“god! do you always have to be such a dick about everything!” you snapped, glaring up at your lover, who simply stared down at you blankly. that only seemed to spur on your rage. “he was just a friend! why cant my friends walk me home when it's late at night and you're not around? do you want me to go everywhere alone? do you not understand that you're not the only dangerous thing around here?” you were insanely frustrated. your lover didn't seem phased, only annoyed. “you don't need to try and kill every man in my life, Michael!” you hissed, standing your ground for once. Michael just didn't understand the concept of friends, and because of that, tried to kill your coworker who was just worried about you getting home safe. he didn't even stop to listen as you tried to explain that your coworker, was in fact gay. he had no ulterior motives other than to make sure you were ok, which you appreciated. if you weren't there to close the door when you did and use yourself as a human barricade, your coworker would have been dead. Michael was not happy with you trying to protect him so adamantly, and took it as obviously you were cheating on him, which is how this whole argument started. it was mostly one sided, seeing as how Michael hardly ever spoke, but it was still frustrating nonetheless. you had had enough, pushing past him and stomping up the stairs, grabbing a small duffle bag to pack some clothes in. michael had followed, grabbing your wrist as you shoved clothes into the bag. the look he gave you was annoyed and questioning. “im leaving for a while. i can't be around someone that doesnt trust me enough to have my GAY coworker walk me home.” you spoke coldly as you wrenched your arm from his gasp, earning a sharp glare. Michael grabbed your arm again, and you struggled to get it free. “Michael, let me go! im leaving!” he wasn't happy with that, throwing you down on the bed. you quickly got up and scrambled off of it, immediately heading for the door. Michael missed grabbing you by just a centimeter as you bolted down the trails, your angry boyfriend hot on your trail. just as you made it to the door, Michael lunged to grab you, and you just narrowly avoided, dipping into the kitchen. it was a game of cat and mouse now, and frankly, Michael wasn't going to lose. when he went to grab you again, you just barely managed to duck under his arm, running back up the stairs. you scanned quickly for a place to hide, but you took too long. soon, there was an arm around your waist as you were hauled over Michael's shoulder, headed to the bedroom. you kicked your legs, punched his back, twisted and turned to struggle, but nothing deterred him. “Michael! let me go! i want to lea-AH!” you were tossed onto the bed, Michael on top of you before the springs could make you bounce. his face was close to yours, you could see his eyes through the holes in his mask. he was upset, and about to take all his frustrations out on you.

You struggled, only to be pushed further into the mattress by Michael, his hands pinning your painfully against it, the rest of your body being held down by the weight of his. This continued for a few minutes before you finally lost all energy, only glaring up at him harshly. “Let me go.” You said simply, no affection in your tone, to which Michael simply pressed further into you, shocking you. There was something hard pressing against you, and a blush crawled up to your cheeks. Michael turned off the lamp from where he was on the bed, drowning you in darkness. “Michael, this isn’t funny. Let me leave.” You tried to hold your ground, but your resolve was slowly crumbling. You felt a pair of warm lips against your neck, kissing up and down it before Michael dug his teeth into your flesh. He bit down hard enough to break the skin, lapping up the blood that spilled out. You whimpered beneath him, biting the inside of your cheek. You were mad at him, but that didn’t stop it from feeling good. His tongue soothed the ache that his teeth caused, any small movement you made only being cause for him to press further in to you. as much as you wanted to be mad, to continue to fight, you couldn't. at the end of the day your love for michael was stronger than any anger you might have felt. he rolled his hips against yours as he suckled softly on the new bite mark, grinding against you in just the right way. he eventually released your tender skin, dragging his tongue along it one last time to collect the last few droplets of blood. he groaned deeply at the taste, enjoying how sweet your blood was on his tongue. he wasted no time after that to rip off your top, quite literally at that, tearing it down the middle and peeling it off your body, your bra following in suit pretty soon after. Michael kept you pinned to the bed as he moved to latch on to one of your nipples, sucking on it harshly, flicking his tongue against it as it hardened under his touch. you moaned and arched your back, pushing your breasts into his face more, not that he minded. he switched between each nipple every few minutes, moving one of his hands to wrap around your neck, squeezing just enough to let you know who was in charge, cutting off a bit of your airflow, not too much though. he kissed, licked, and bit his way down the rest of your body, leaving marks in his wake, before peeling off the rest of your clothes. he removed his hand from your neck, only to force your legs apart. he looked up at you as he kissed up your thighs, getting painfully close to where you needed him most. he only ghosted over your entrance with his lips, not giving you the release you oh so desperately needed. he kept teasing you like that, not giving your weeping hole any attention, only enough to keep you on edge for him. suddenly, almost too quickly for you to register, he was off of you. he grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you off the bed until you were on your knees in front of him, between his legs. the bulge in his coveralls was painfully evident. he didn't say a word as he unzipped them, tugging them off, leaving you presented with his hard erection. it was blushed at the tip, veins more prominent than usual, the head already leaking precum. you swallowed thickly, already knowing what was to come. Michael pushed your head closer, wordlessly telling you what to do. you opened your mouth, giving kitten licks before putting the tip in your mouth. you tried to let yourself warm up, but Michael had other plans. he roughly pushed your head down onto his cock, making you choke and gag a bit as you struggled to accommodate his length. he felt heavy on your tongue, and forced your throat into an uncomfortable stretch, not that he cared. he set a brutal pace, thrusting up into your mouth as he forced you down into them, reveling in the choked noises you were making. drool dripped messily from your lips, tears pooling in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. you looked an absolute wreck, and Michael loved it. he hadn’t even fucked you yet and you were already so messy, how cute. he didn’t let up, not giving you a break as he used your mouth like a fleshlight, a few grunts and moans slipping out occasionally as he got closer to his release. you could tell he wouldn't last much longer when his grip on your hair tightened, earning a whimper at the sting, leaving behind a dull throbbing sensation. Michael pulled you down one last time, driving his cock deep down your throat, loving how your throat squeezed him as he held you there. with a groan, he came down your throat, pulling you off once he came down from his high. he chuckled drying as he held your face in one hand, adoring how your eyes were glazed over with tears, your face messy from spit and a little bit of cum that escaped during his assault. you stared up at him in a dazed state, only to be pulled off the floor and shoved back onto the bed. two fingers were shoved in your mouth, and you sucked on them obediently. once they were wet enough, Michael took them out, moving to play with your slit instead. he teased your entrance before sliding the two fingers in, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he thrusted them in and out at a slow but rough pace, hitting places you couldn't reach on your own. he forced your walls to accommodate to his fingers, loving how you squeezed them whenever the tips would graze that sweet spot in you. “fuck-Michael! just like that!” it didn’t take long for you to feel on edge, Michael knowing just the right ways to push you around and get you begging for more. before you could reach your high, you were left with an overwhelming feeling of emptiness. Michael had pulled his fingers out of you. 

you whined at the sudden lack of pleasure, pawing at him, silently begging for more, but he wouldn’t crack, reveling in the broken state you were in. without a word, he grabbed your thighs and pushed them up to your chest, leaving you intimately exposed to him. he could see the way your puffy lips were glistening with your slick, pink and begging for him to satisfy you. it made him feral, he wanted nothing more than to leave you a disgusting pitiful wreck. and that's just what he was going to do. the tip of his cock slid up and down your folds, collected the essence that seeped out of you, grinding on you and giving you the slightest semblance of relief. you sighed softly, your head falling back into the pillows as you felt the familiar sting between your legs. michael had pushed into you, slowly, as to not hurt you. well, not too much. but pretty soon the tip was pressed firmly against your cervix, and you hadn’t even taken all of him yet. he gave you a moment to adjust, slowly grinding and rolling his hips in the process, just to get some kind of friction. he looked so pretty like this. hands firmly pressed down into the back of your thighs, muscles tight as he tried to have any kind of self restraints. his long messy blond hair fell into his face and off his broad shoulders, cold blue eyes boring down into you, swarming with too many emotions to decipher. his jaw was clenched, the slight stubble that decorated his face emphasizing that. just sight of him made you clench with need, the little ministrations of his hips making you desperate for more. once you seemed adjusted enough, michael pulled out almost all the way, leaving just the tip in before slamming back in until both of your hips met. the action had you seeing stars as you grabbed onto his forearms, nails digging into the flesh. a deep throaty growl left michaels lips as he continued to thrust into you aggressively, taking all his pent up frustrations out on your tight cunt. he pulled you into each thrust, the loud slapping of skin almost drowning out your incoherent begging and moans. his pelvis slapped against your clit with every jerk of his hips, rubbing it in just the right way. “please-Please! fuck, Michael! d-don’t stop!” you gasped and begged pitifully, earning an almost invisible smirk from the man above you. he slowed his brutal pace, leaning down so his lips were right by your ear. “i’ve just started, and you’re already fucked so dumb? stupid whore.” he rasped out into your ear, biting down on the shell of it softly, his soft pants warming your skin as he returned to pounding into you. he moved one of his hands from your thigh and pressed it into your stomach, making the both of you feel how deep he was bulging in you. “feel that? feel how deep i am in you?” he hummed out, pressing his hips flush with yours, as if to emphasize his point. you could only nod, unable to find words. your body was on fire, your nether regions burned with pleasure, and the deepest parts of you ached with the ongoing assault. it was overwhelming, all you could focus on was how good Michael was making you feel. that familiar warmth was starting to form, and you clenched at the feeling. “who owns you? who makes you feel this good, (y/n).” he was demanding an answer from you with the way his hips violents met yours. you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks. “you! god, you, Michael! you own me! only you can make me feel this good!” you babbled out, wanting him to let you have your release. “fuckin’ right.” it seemed like he somehow managed to become even more rough, an almost animalistic pace being set as he buried himself into you over and over again. you wish you could have savored the sound of his voice, it being a treat you didn’t get quite often, but the overwhelming pleasure engulfing you made your head too fuzzy to truly appreciate it. it was too much, and you couldn’t help yourself from gushing around his cock. your back arched and your eyes rolled back, his name leaving your lips like a prayer you couldn’t grasp. Michael didn’t let up, he thoroughly fucked you through your orgasm, leaving you in a fuzzy and out of body state as he chased his own orgasm. your body went limp against him, letting him use your hole as his personal fuck toy, too fucked out to even process it. another orgasm was already creeping in, you tensed, Michael was close too. his breathing was short pants, occasional grunts or growls leaving his pretty lips as he finally found his own high. he slammed into you a few more times, forcing one more orgasm from you as he filled you to the brim with his seed. the warmth spread in the deepest parts of you as his teeth found perch in your neck, earning a weak whimper. he kept his cock in you for a little while as he slowly came down, his hips mindlessly rutting into you for a short while. “hu-fuck-” he huffed out, slowly pulling out of you. he watched as his cum leaked out of you, filling him with a sense of satisfaction and pride as he scooped it up with his fingers and pushed it back into your now flushed red hole. you shakily laid your legs out, still spread since Michael was still between them. your whole body was trembling in the afterglow, and you couldn’t think straight enough to realize your lover had decided to lay down next to you. you were brought back to reality when you felt his arms around you, pulling your body into his. “mine.” he mumbled into your hair, nuzzling into the messy locks in a rare display of affection. your heart warmed, and you nestled closer to him. “only yours..” you reassured, unable to be mad at him anymore.

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even still, i love you.

was there a reason?

you always seemed to adore me. 

you touched my skin so gently. 

you held me tat night while eyeliner ran down my cheeks. 

you kissed my scars and imperfections. 

you made me laugh genuinely for the first time in years. 

you held my face and called me beautiful. 

you said you loved me in the sweetest tone i have ever heard. 

and i believed you. 

i believed you loved me. 

i believed that someone as perfect as you could hold a place for me in their heart. 

i believed you liked my jokes. 

that you wanted to hold me. 

that your kisses were true. 

that ever little touch meant something. 

i wanted to light your world up the way you did mine. 

i wanted you to look at me and see fair lights at night. 

to feel the fireworks i felt. 

to see the stars i held only for you. 

every minute i held dear. 

i believed we were in love. 

but then, i saw the way you lit up with her. 

the way you spoke to her so softly. 

how you wanted a future with her, even though she was so far away. 

suddenly, i was only second place. 

i was a thought pushed to the back of your mind as you adored her. 

i am right here, and yet my presence is just ghosting winds to you. 

i cry at night, wishing i could take her place. 

wishing i could be the one you dream of. 

i am not enough. 

i am not what you want. 

but even still, i love you. more than i could ever love myself. 

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This should’ve been the true ending of The Boy 2

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SKFISIFENN MY BOYFRIEND MADE THIS MEME HAVING NEVER SEEN THE MOVIE BUT LOOK

JAHAJSKSIDIIF

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Scary Movies

ghostface smut bb

warnings: NSFW, orgasm denial, slight noncon if you look hard enough, corruption, oral(fem! receiving), fem!reader, virgin sex, penetrative sex, ghostface is his own warning. voice kink, and of course my mediocre writing skills. im working on it ok.

A/N: i couldn't decide which ghostface i wanted to write for, so i kinda left it up in the air. anyways, please enjoy!

to say you were exhausted from work and school would have been an understatement. from the annoying getting bumped into in the hallways of school to the rude customers that just couldn't seem to understand you didn't have the VHS they were looking for at their store, you felt dead, barely managing to make it through your front door without collapsing, dragging your feet lazily, your entire body feeling like dead weight. you sluggishly managed to get up the stairs and head to your bathroom, not surprised to find that your parents weren't home, again. they were probably out on another one of their ‘business trips’, leaving you money on the counter, enough for what looked like a weeks worth of food. well, at least you have the house to yourself. you washed off the aches and pains of the day, scrubbing away every last reminder of the people you truly couldn't stand, the steamy water helping to loosen your joints and muscles, relaxing you after a few minutes of just standing in it. you dried off and threw on an oversized halloween shirt, some shorts, and fluffy socks, as comfortable as can be. you slid carelessly down the stairs and plopped down on the living room couch, popping in a random VHS from the pile of tapes your work had let you take home, smiling as the familiar intro of ‘the texas chainsaw massacre’ started playing. since it was a friday, you could actually take time to enjoy the movies you brought home, thank god. the only light in the room was provided by your tv, not really minding it since you happened to like the dark anyways. you were still tense from you day as the movie droned on, but there wasn't much you could do about that. you groaned as you heard the house phone start to ring, the sound causing an aching buzzing to stir in your brain, feeling a headache approaching. you huffed out a puff of air as you pulled yourself from the comfort of your couch, going to answer it. “hello, who is this?” the person on the other line questions, their voice shocking you. it was deep and raspy, the gravely nature of it making heat rise to your cheeks. “who were you looking for?” you answered the question with a question, unsure as to why the person on the other line would be calling someone they didn't know. how strange. “im not sure, but i think i found them.” you could almost hear the smirk in his voice, his tone a flirtatious purr, easily flustering you. you don't know why you didn't just hang up, maybe you liked the attention he seemed to want to give you, or maybe you were just bored, but you stayed on the line. “so, do you like scary movies?” he hummed out curiously, earning a small smile from you. “i do, i adore them as a matter of fact.” you chirped happily, and a soft raspy chuckle is heard on the other line, you being too cute for your own good. “what's your favorite scary movie?” gosh this man seemed to be playing 21 questions with you here, but you allowed it. “hmm...halloween!” you finally answered after a moment of thinking. “oh, i liked that one. it was scary.” his voice was smooth as he said that, drawing out the last syllable in just the right way. “it was more gory than anything in my opinion. what about you huh? what's your favorite scary movie?” you were starting to get more and more curious by the second, the man on the other line raising a particular kind of interest in you. “guess.” he said with a chuckle, making you pout a bit. he just wouldn't give you a straight answer would he? “umm...you seem like a friday the thirteenth kind of guy.” you giggled out, and the man soon joined in on your soft laughter. “yeah? i guess i am a big fan of the classics like that.” you hopped up to sit on the counter, swaying your legs as you held the phone to your ear. before you could make more conversation the man spoke up again. “what's your name, sweetheart?” he asked oh so curiously, as if he didn't already know the answer to that question, you entertained him anyways though. “its (y/n). what about you?” a soft sound was heard on the other line, but you couldn't quite tell what it was. “(y/n), what a pretty name for a pretty girl. you got a boyfriend, (y/n)?” you melted at the way he said your name, not even mad that he didn't answer your question. your heart fluttered at his tone, easily swooning you. call you old school, who cares, but you could totally fall in love with this faceless man. “why, you want to take me out?” you did your best attempt at flirting, though, you didn't have much experience. “maybe...do you have a boyfriend?” this time his voice sounded more hopeful, so you decided to mess with him. “hmm, no, but maybe you could fix that for me?” you tried to sound mature, but the light giggle in your tone was a dead give away to your blatant inexperience. “i’d like that.” that man on the phone said, his voice dropping an octave, making your heart race in your chest. “great! name a time and a place and we can meet up!” god, you were so gullible. “your place, right now. you should really start locking your doors, (y/n)...” your heart stopped as the line went dead. you were too scared to move, to scared to breathe, left alone in your pitch black kitchen, the only light coming from the tv in the living room. it was nowhere near enough to let you see clearly. you slowly, and extremely hesitantly, slid off the counter, trembling as your socks made contact with the ground. you screamed in fear as you were suddenly grabbed and shoved back onto the counter, a hand wrapped around your throat. there, standing in front of you, was a man in all black. he towered over you, hood over his head, boots having trailed in rain from outside, and a Ghostface mask obscuring his features. the worst part? he was brandishing a bloodied hunting knife in his gloved hand. your eyes darted from the mask to the blade, and then back up to the mask, staring up pathetically into the blacks of the masks eyes. you could barely make anything out, cursing your past self for not turning on the kitchen light when you answered the phone. you swallowed thickly, just barely being able to find your voice. “a-are you...are you going to kill me..?” your voice was soft, tremoring from terror, insanely fearful of what was going to come, silently hoping that if he did kill you it would be quick and painless. though, you doubted it. the man chuckled darkly, moving his hand from your neck to your jaw, holding you in place as he leaned in. “depends...if you are good for me, i might just let you live. would you like that, pretty girl?” his voice was so much more intimidating in person, the rasp so much more evident. it terrified you, but you wanted to live, so you just nodded up at him dumbly. 

you couldn't see it, but behind the mask, the man had a cruel smirk on his face. you were innocent, soft, and pliable. he was going to destroy you, he knew that much. whether you lived in the end or not was entirely up to you. he released your jaw slowly, as if hesitant and weary that you would try to escape or fight, and much o his delight, you stayed put, waiting for orders. you must really value your life, huh? “alright, i've only got two rules for you tonight.” he started, grabbing your thighs roughly and spreading them enough for him to stand in between, his arms on either side of you, preventing you from squirming away even if you wanted to. “one, keep your eyes closed unless i say otherwise. don't open them until i say so.” he said as he put a hand over your eyes, signaling for you to close them, to which you complied. your dark world just became pitch, and you were too nervous to attempt to open them again once he moved his hand. you heard some shuffling for a second before the man spoke up again, his lips now exposed, and right by your ear. “two, don't cum until i give you permission. got all that, pretty girl?” his voice was soft in your ear, his breath fanning against your flesh, stirring goosebumps on your skin. you nodded to show you understood, unable to find your voice al of a sudden. “good.” that was the only warning you got before a pair of lips met yours. the kiss was rough and needy, Ghostface grabbing a fistfull of your hair to keep you in place, humming in approval when you didn't struggle against his advances, but instead allowed him to do what he wanted. like a pretty little doll for him, weren't you? his teeth sunk into your bottom lip, making you gasp, a perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your warm mouth and claim every nook and cranny, playing with your tongue in a battle for dominance that you ultimately lost. after what felt like years but also only seconds he pulled away, peppering kisses and bites down your jaw and neck, marking up every inch of skin he could reach. his lips never left your flesh, opting to cut off your offensive clothing instead of taking the time to take them off. he shoved you back down on the counter, the cold granite assaulting your heated skin, cooling it off as ghostface warmed it back up. his lips found your nipples, licking and sucking on one before sinking his teeth in, making you yelp and arch your back into him. he laid his tongue flat against it to soothe the burn of the bite, flicking it against the perky nub before giving the other one the same treatment, his hand slipping down into your shorts as his mouth occupied your chest. he slid his hand into your panties, groaning into your skin when he felt just how wet you were, making his cock ache in his pants. he couldn't help but want to skip the foreplay and fuck you senseless then and there, but he kept his composure, wanting to take his sweet time with you. he was quick to find your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, watching as your mouth fell open and you raised your hips to meet his touch. he removed his touch for a moment, earning a desperate needy whine from you, quickly silenced as he tore your shorts and panties clean off of your body, leaving you utterly bare to him. how cute, he spread your legs forcibly, admiring the sticky glistening mess between your thighs. he ran two gloved fingers though your fold, collected your slick to rub on your sensitive clit before sliding back down and pushing right into your tight walls. you gasped and moaned, attempting to close your legs, only to be held still by ghostface as he jerked his fingers in and out of you. he shoved them all the way in to the knuckle, watching as your back arched up a bit when he curled them up to hit that sweet spot in you, relishing how you tightened so nicely around just two of his fingers. the stretch was more than anything you'd done before, which only made you nervous for what was in his pants. you felt that coil in your stomach tighten a bit, worried that you would cum without permission, but relaxing when the fingers were finally taken out, only to panic again when they were replaced with a long, warm, wet tongue assaulting your walls. you keened and kept your eyes clamped shut, your hands trailing down and tangling in the mess of hair that rested between your thighs, devouring you like a starved man. his nose nuzzled into your clit as he tongue fucked you, moaning at how sweet you tasted, desperate for more. the vibrations sent shocks straight through your loins, drawing out sounds you didn't even know you could make. “youve got such a sweet pussy baby, i'm just dying for more.” his voice rang in your ears like a melody, the dirty talk making your walls tighten around his tongue as it hit that sweet spot once more. “fuck- please! just like-ah that!” you were a slutty mess beneath him before you knew it, fingers pulling on his hair as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he nestled further into your sex. his fingers soon replaced his tongue as it went up to circle around your clit, flicking it, occasionally nibbling on it just to hear you squeal pathetically. you felt like you were on edge, struggling to pull away, wanting to be good so you didn't lose your life at the end of the night. “n-no more! please, i-im gonna cum-ah! please!” you begged in short choked sobs, only earning a harsh suck to your clit, thankfully you had enough willpower to not allow it to send you over edge. he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in again, his fingertips brushing against that spot in you that had you choking on air. “aw, i wasn't done with my meal.” he huffed out. Ghostface finally pulled away, and your body relaxed, only to tense again as you were picked up. instinctually you wrapped your legs around the large man, your arms around his neck as he carried you to the living room, putting you on the couch. he positioned you with your face down and ass up, your back facing him. your thighs trembled, you knew what was coming next, but that didn't make you any less afraid. 

you heard the sound of a belt buckle, followed by a zipper, before the couch dipped beneath you. you were on the verge of tears when you felt something hot and thick prod at your entrance. you were going to let a psycho take your virginity. the thought made your walls clench around nothing, and your mind fuzzy with guilt, “p-please be gentle...its my first time..” you pleaded softly. the air was silent for a second before you felt the warmth of ghostface hovering behind you, his mouth by your ear once more. “oh, baby, don't you know?” he sounded like he was pitying you for a second, like a mother talking to a child. he ran the tip of his cock up and down your slit teasingly. “the pain is the best part.” he growled out before his teeth sunk into the side of your neck, plunging his cock into you in one sharp thrust. you gasped and cried, shaking and sobbing beneath him as he started at a brutal pace. the tip of his cock threatened to break through your cervix, the stretch almost unbearable to a point where you were scared he was going to actually break your poor little pussy. blood dripped down your thighs and onto his, but all that did was stir him on. one hand was wrapped firmly around the back of your neck, keeping your face pushed against the couch, while the other was at your waist, pulling you back into his brutal thrusts. “hah-fuck! you're so tight baby, so fucking good for me.” he grunted out, pushing all the way into you and staying there for a moment, just to relish how you clenched around him so nicely. he pressed himself into you, your back flush against his chest, his arms caging you in as he let you cock warm him for a few minutes, wanting to hear you moan and scream for him, not just cry. he kissed over where he bit previously, brushing your hair out of the way so he could get to the base of your neck. “so fucking tight, its like you were made for taking my cock. your slutty little cunt takes it so nice.” he groaned as he felt your walls flutter around him at his words, making him smirk evilly. he rolled his hips into yours, grinding inside of you, listening intently to the way you whimper and try to hold back moans. “oh? you like that?” he pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip in before he slammed his hips back into you, earning a gasp and loud moan. “fuck!” you cried out. “you like it when i degrade you, huh? like it when i tell you how slutty you are, how cock hungry you cute little cunt is?” he teased as he kept ramming into you, growling when he didn't get an answer. he pulled out and flipped you over onto your back, quickly forcing your legs up to your chest as he re-entered you, continuing at the rough pace. “look at me.” he hissed through his teeth, and you reluctantly obliged, being met with the ghostface mask one more, the room providing a bit more light than the kitchen thankfully, so you got to relish the few details you were able to see, “tell me you like it, fucking whore.” he was hitting so much deeper than before, it was driving you crazy. he lifted the mask just enough to expose his lips, attacking your neck and collarbones. “i-i like it! oh-fuck yes! i love it when you call me a whore!” what a dumb little girl, getting corrupted so easily? what would mommy and daddy think, that would be fun to see. Ghostface chuckled as he felt you nearing your release, your nails digging into his back and shoulders as you tried to hold it off for as long as possible. “aw, what a good little whore, you wanna cum for me? yeah? wanna cum all over this cock baby?” he mocked, only to have you nodding in agreement, drool starting to drip from your swollen lips. “beg for it, slut. beg for me to let you cum.” he ordered darkly, and you were more than happy to listen. “please, please! i wanna cum! i need it so bad!” he wasn't impressed. “is that all you got, come on, you can do better than that.” he wasn't going to make it that easy for you. tears leaked from your eyes, streaming down your flushed cheeks, you could hardly think. “please, please Ghostface! i need to cum! i want. you to cum in me, ill be a good whore i promise! just please let me cum!” thats better. “if i let you cum, you'll end up stuck with me. you'll be mine baby, wouldn't you like that? to be my own personal cocksleeve, to be bred whenever i wanted?” his voice was starting to get strained, he was going to cum soon if he kept this up. “yes! yes! i wanna be yours, all yours! nobody else's!” you were basically sobbing at this point, your cunt throbbing and leaking with juices, painfully erotic sounds coming from its violent assault. “good girl, good-fucking-girl! go ahead, cum for me, cum all over my cock baby!” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, fingers drawing quick circles on your clit, sending you over edge. you came with a loud moan, your pussy spasming and tightening around ghostfaces cock, only pushing him over edge. you saw white, pure hot pleasure taking you over as Ghostface fucked you through your orgasm. you panted and your legs trembled as he pumped you full of his warm cum, filling you up to the brim and watching it leak out of you. he gave you a minute to recollect yourself, he himself a panting sweaty mess. finally, he pulled away. slowly sliding his cock out of you with a groan, you whimpering in response. he held one of your legs to keep yourself exposed, smirking beneath the mask as he watches his cum drip out of your swollen and abused cunt. you were a mess, drool and tears dripping down your face, your hair wild and falling every which way. your skin was bruised and red everywhere, and your legs were still shaking from the after glow of your orgasm. you were too pretty to kill, even if ghostface wanted to. he fixed his mask and tucked himself back in his pants, brushing your hair out of your face. “i'll be back tomorrow, so be ready for that.” he said in an almost sweet way before getting up and leaving you there on the couch, the movie from before completely forgotten about.