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hellopastelpukepink · 6 years ago

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I added numbers next to some character names. Those are stories I’ve completed for them. Have fun!!

Characters I’ll write about

Before I start here’s a link to a current smut compilation I’m working on.

Currently it’s Slasher x Reader.

You can get an idea of my writing style from there.

Horror Slashers

(I’ll write about just about anyone. If they’re not on the list I likely haven’t seen the movie so please, just let me know and I’ll go watch it. I love watching horror movies and am always up for a challenge).

Jason Voorhees: 1 | 2

Freddy Krueger, New Nightmare Freddy, and Remake Freddy: 1 | 2 | 3

Leatherface (OG, and Remake, I’ll even write about the twink version of him if anyone wants that): 1

Michael Myers: 1

Ghostface (I’ll write about any of them. Movies or TV series): 1

The Cenobites: [ Pinhead: 1 ] [Chatterer: Pt 1 | Pt2 ] [The Scythe Meister: 1 ]

Pennywise (1990 and 2017): 1

Brahms Heelshire: 1 | 2

Jigsaw/John Kramer: Pt1 | Pt2

Amanda Young: (a continuation of the timeline with Jigsaw/Reader) Pt3 | 1

Mark Hoffman: 1

Art the Clown: 1 |

The Creeper from Jeepers Creepers: 1

Ash Williams (Not a slasher but he’s iconic): 1

Herbert West

Patrick Bateman

Hannibal (Either version)

Dead by Daylight (I’ll write for any killer/survivor)

Legion’s Frank Morrison: 1 | 2 ( <–Joey is also in this one).

CREEPYPASTA (I know a lot of them so if they’re not on the list just ask. I’ll do my research)

Slenderman

Jeff the Killer

Jane the Killer

Ticci Toby

Clockwork

Masky and Hoodie (I know they’re from Marble Hornets and not technically Creepypastas)

Laughing Jack (He’s actually my favorite)

Zalgo

Eyeless Jack

BenDrowned

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Literally anyone.

Five Nights at Freddy

Literally any animatronic or guard or whatever

(I actually have a fic of Springtrap somewhere).

OTHER Miscellaneous Characters

Scarecrow from Arkham Knight (Or scarecrow in general) Current Stories with him: 1 | 2 | 3

Harley Quinn

Poison Ivy

Salad Fingers (No joke, anything remotely spooky I will write about it)

Momo

Popee the Performer (I’m literally just throwing anything out at this point. Just contact me and I’ll look into the character. I love spooky stuff)

WHAT I’LL WRITE

I’ll write for any gender.

I’m pretty open to any kink but I’d say my limits are

No children!! Everyone in my fics are 18+

No scat (though I’m totally open to writing about watersports).

I’ll even write SFW stuff too or just a general horror story. I’m up for anything!

I write stories between two-five pages long. It varies. I can also do headcanons if you would like but I really like writing stories.

I’m a fan of horror so I do on occasion include gore and violence. If you want something that’s more fluff please let me know!

-PastelPukePink

#slasher x reader #slashers x reader #dbd x reader #slasher imagines #slasherimagines

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hellopastelpukepink · 6 years ago

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Thanks for providing the world with AK Scarecrow smut. It's a crime we're not drowning in it.

Thanks! I love writing for him so much. I actually got a request for Arkham Asylum Scarecrow too so that should be fun. :)

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hellopastelpukepink · 6 years ago

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Arkham Knight Scarecrow X GCPD Reader

Hi! Can I request an Arkham Knight Scarecrow X Reader where the reader’s pretty badass (I mean, they’re with Jonathan-) and they ended up being just a spy for the gcpd and batman? and when Jonathan’s mad he tries to lock them away and torture them for lying to him.

“Jonathan! I can explain!” You stammered but it was a plea that fell on deaf ears. Goons dragged you by the arms and threw you into a chamber. There was a single window in this room, you pounded against it, pissed as all Hell. “Jonathan! Listen to me!”

The Scarecrow appeared before you, his eyes narrowed as he looked upon your feeble form. You were nothing more than prey at this point. He had you under his thumb.

“God damn it!!” You shouted in disbelief, slamming your fists against the glass, “Jonathan, let me out!”

There was a long bout of silence before he finally spoke. A single sentence.

“I trusted you.”

Your nails scraped against the glass as you looked upon his disfigured face and thought of the times you had together. Though it’d been short you had grown to love this man, as much as you hated to admit it. Now here you were, someone had ratted you out, your intentions had been exposed and The Scarecrow wasn’t going to go easy on you.

He was going to enjoy every moment of this. All his life he’d been abused and demeaned and you had turned out to be just like the rest of them after all. You were to be taught a lesson.

“Tell me, dear, what is it that you truly fear?”

You grimaced, hands forming back into fists, hissing at him.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“I know.” He retorted, “But everyone has a fear, a weakness or two.” He took a couple steps back and tilted his head, looking over you, “Not claustrophobia granted your current conditions. Perhaps we should delve deeper.” He stared at you and smiled, “Perhaps it’s something as simple as losing a fight? And I think we can both agree, you’re not in the best of situations right now.”

You tried to reason with him.

“Jonathan, I loved you.” The words came easy as ever because they were true, “But you need help. I can get you that help.”

He chuckled at your response.

“Do you think your words will save you?”

“No. I’m expecting the worse.” You admitted, gazing straight into his eyes, “But I want you to know. I did love you, I’m sorry, but you’re wrong about this city. About the world Jonathan. I wish I could get you to see from my perspective. There’s so much good.”

“Good?” He laughed long and hard, “You’re privileged. A pretty face, a beautiful body. You must have had men beckoning to every call. My mistake was believing that you ever had an inkling of interest in me. I wanted to believe. But in the end, I’d admit I was foolish. My desires winning over logic.” He raised his fist with the gauntlet and needles filled with fear toxin, “I did love you. Or better yet, I loved who you pretended to be.”

“But believe me, Jonathan, I do love you. I love you more than I could ever begin to explain. If you’d just trust me. I know you’ve been hurt but just, trust me.”

“No!” He yelled, “Do you know how many plead with me? How many come to me begging I let them go?”

He slammed against the glass, hands plastered against yours and you saw everything in that mere moment.

“Death is too good for you.” He seethed.

“I figured you wouldn’t listen.” You said, “I accounted for this. If you think I’m going to break so easily we’ll see then.”

“So we will.” He said and motioned for one of his goons to release the fear toxin in your cell. It came from the ventilation shafts, a green haze that filled the room sooner than you expected. You prepared for the worse, unknown to you what sort of horrors were soon to arise.

The room began to shift like it were moving on its own, like a sea-saw to and fro and then you began to see things, hallucinations but you kept calm. Though Scarecrow had a horrifying visage already he appeared before you, voice deeper like the very call of death itself. His body aflame, face harrowing but you breathed and repeated that this was nothing more than a hallucination. Closing your eyes his voice still burrowed into the depths of your mind.

“What are you truly afraid of?” He wondered, searching and searching, him and the fear toxin looked through every nook and cranny and found very little. Spiders, maggots, looking like a fool. It did so very little when you were so focused on your meditation. The walls shifted, gave way to new horizons that would have scared anyone to death but you kept focus.

“I loved you.” You continued to repeat through the noise and stress of the situation.

“I don’t believe you.” He said once but every moment that passed an inkling of doubt began to fill in his core and he began to believe. Everything you’d said and done for him had made him feel… better.

“Everything is afraid of something.” His disembodied voice said, tormenting you, filling your head and repeating over and over but it did very little to you. You breathed and allowed the thought to pass before lifting your eyes up to stare into his who stared at you in disbelief now.

“How is this possible?”

“I prepared for this.” You said, “I knew this was a probability so I prepared.”

“It’s -impossible. Everyone has a fear.”

“Maybe I feared losing you.” You said. It was cheesy as all Hell but he paused and thought about it for a long moment before turning to his goon. “Up the fear toxin. She’ll break in time. Everyone does.”

And so the cycle repeated. By the third time the fear toxin had snatched hold of you and caused you great distress. You tried so hard not to scream knowing that’s what Jonathan wanted. He wanted the satisfaction of hearing your cries and suffering. He’d been pained by your betrayal. He wanted to show you and everyone else who stood in his way what he was capable of.

Finally, you screamed, the toxin too strong to keep in control and to his surprise, it pained him more then he could ever have imagined.

He wanted to save you but knew you had to stay as an example.

He did love you but he couldn’t believe your own words.

Left in that chamber you screamed until your voice went hoarse. Tears streamed in his eyes, tears he hid so well. For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t sure if he’d made the right choice.

#scarecrowxreader #arkham knight scarecrow #scarecrow #Jonathan Crane

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hellopastelpukepink · 6 years ago

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Arkham Knight Scarecrow x Shy Reader

Sorry, this took fifteen days before I noticed the request! Wrote it in one sitting so I hope it doesn’t suck and you like it. Original Request: Hello! Can I request An Arkham Knight Scarecrow X a Reader who’s super shy and is scared of almost everything? Like they freak out when they see Jon, but at the same time they love him..? --- You watched as the clock ticked by, worried as Hell, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. It was approaching 2am and you still hadn’t heard any word from Jonathan. You’d seen the news, understood his motivations, understood why he was doing this but your anxiety was getting the better of you. What if he’d been caught?

You’d brushed the thought away. He’d promised you he wouldn’t, that he would indeed, succeed this time.

Alone in your apartment with only the glow of the television lighting the room, you paced, unable to sleep you knew this was going to be a long night. Outside you could hear the pitter-patter of rainfall, what was usually soothing to you now felt like white noise, like the buzzing anxiety in your chest.

Then there was thunder and you trembled, taking a seat like it was some terrible omen of things to come. You just wanted to be comforted, you wanted to see Jonathan, as ironic as that sounded. He was the embodiment of fear itself, his very visage absolutely terrifying but with you, he’d been patient, kind and understanding of your weaknesses.

You could barely talk around him. He was so brilliant, so eloquent and in turn, you felt like such a moron in his presence, afraid to utter a word.

You curled under a blanket and stared at the television screen not really registering what you were watching, just focusing on the images before you. Take a deep breath, you reminded yourself, just as Jonathan had suggested to you during one of your panic attacks. Exhale, focus on a single point in front of you, notice everything about it, describe it to me.

You focused on the news anchors shirt, bright red like fire, then noticed her eyes, blue like the sky. Thunder rumbled again and you let tears flow, quickly losing track of your grounding exercise.

There was a tap at the glass and you jolted up, staring in the direction of your slider door. You were on the ground floor and you knew who it was and in no time, the door slid open and in strode Jonathan or as he liked to call himself these days The Scarecrow.

You trembled at the sight of him, it was nothing new but he was horrifying to look at and that was the point. He wanted to invoke fear into the eyes of all who looked upon him and it worked. Especially for you, someone quiet who struggled with severe anxiety.

“Are you alright?” He asked, that deep voice making your heart melt.

You nodded solemnly, avoiding eye contact.

Jonathan walked over to the television and shut it off, leaving the two of you in complete darkness. You meeped a little before you felt him resting on the couch next to you, his course fingers running over the supple skin of your face. “You’re shaking.” He said.

You said nothing, happy the darkness concealed your blushing face. “Darling, were you worried?”

Silently you pulled him into a tight embrace, letting the tears flow into his coat.

“Did you practice the grounding exercises I told you about?” He asked. You nodded, resting your head into the crook of his neck, sniffling.

“Good girl.” He said, hand running through your hair. He placed a finger underneath your chin and made you turn to face him. You could barely see him in the dark, listening to the rain, to the beating in your chest and to the rasp of his breathing. “You’ve been so brave my little darling.” He praised.

“Jon,” You finally piped up, “I missed you.”

“I know.” He replied, nuzzling against you. “I missed you too but you understand how important my work is, right?”

“Of course.” You said quickly.

“We’ll keep working on more exercises for your anxiety then maybe, you’ll be able to join me sometime.”

You nodded, wanting that more than ever.

Finally annoyed by the darkness you got up and went to the kitchen, pulling out a lighter in one of the drawers. You came back and lit a candelabra you’d left on a table by the couch. Jonathan always visited you at night so you figured it’d come in handy.

Then with a deep breath, you took a seat and stared into Jonathan’s pale eyes, biting your lip.

“I’ve been thinking.” You finally worked the energy to say. He stayed silent, allowing you to speak further. “I-I’m ready.”

“For?” He knew what you were suggesting but wanted to rile you up, wanted you to say it to him with your own lips.

You were shaking again, your eyes on the floor now, embarrassed.

“I-I want-“ You were hesitant but suddenly you gathered the courage to grab his hands in your own, and squeezed, shutting your eyes as you let the words flow, “I-I want you to make love to me.” You blabbered quickly.

You weren’t looking but from your peripheral vision, you saw that Jonathan had tilted his head.

“Oh?”

“Stop teasing me.” You rasped, feeling yourself getting hot with need. “Jonathan, I love you. I love you so much. Please-“

Jonathan leaned into your ear, nuzzling against you as he did, “You want me to fuck you?”

You felt yourself get so wet at his words, finding it hard to breathe as you blushed.

“Y-yes.” You admitted.

“You want it rough? You want me to put you into submission like the little slut you are?”

You only mewled and held on to him tightly, “J-Jonathan!” You heaved. “Say it then. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“O-oh God,” You pleaded, holding onto him tight, yelping like a bitch in heat in his ear, “Please, fuck me. Jonathan, please fuck me like the little whore I am.” He chuckled, his teeth grazing along the length of your neck.

“My beautiful little darling. How long I’ve dreamed of this.” He admitted before he turned you over, hands running through your hair and then pulling. You, in turn, raised your pleated skirt, pulling down your panties, your need for him so evident.

He let go of your hair so you wrapped your hands around the arm of the couch, looking over your shoulder to see Jonathan unfastening his trousers, pulling out his length.

“Be gentle.” You pleaded.

“Of course.” He said, pressing himself against your virgin entrance. Slowly he plunged into you and you exhaled a sigh, head resting against the armrest of the couch. Jonathan pumped his length deep into you, the wetness of your sex letting lose a wet squelching sound as he fucked you. You blushed from embarrassment. “Little slut, looks like you’re in heat.”

“Fuck you!” You mumbled, still embarrassed at the lewd sounds.

“I already am.” He teased. “And you’re so tight.”

“S-stop.” You mewled, not wanting to hear anymore.

“And warm.” He continued, “You fit like a glove my little darling.”

You panted as he continued to pound into you, your moans intoxicating him to continue.

“I-it feels so good!” You rasped, howling, unafraid if anyone in the complex would hear you. “S-scarecrow!” You pleaded, “O-oh Scarecrow. Fuck me till I break!”

“Oh, I can break you.” The Scarecrow teased, voice menacing, terrifying you.

To you, Jonathan and The Scarecrow were two different entities altogether. Jonathan was sweet, patient, and loving while The Scarecrow was malevolent and dangerous. You knew The Scarecrow was mostly there right now, pounding into your backside and you had to be careful.

“Oh, Scarecrow. You’re so big and yummy. Please, be good to me. Please, fuck me like the little whore I am.”

Jonathan’s gauntlet traced over your neck and down your back, the gauntlet with the needles and the fear toxin he’d never used on you. The stuff he swore he’d never use on you. You felt anxiety well in your tummy, beads of sweat forming at your forehead.

“I-I love you.” You reminded him.

“I know little one.” He said in turn as he fucked you relentlessly. “You’re a good girl. I’d never hurt you.” He said, easing your anxiety.

“A-are you going to cum in me?”

“Maybe.” He said softly. There were a few more shallow fucks before he pulled out, huffing heavily, turning you over on the couch so you were on your backside. “But I’m more concerned about your needs.” He admitted, parting his jaws to lick rhythmic strokes along your sopping wet pussy. You let out a hearty sigh as he did, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“S-Scarecrow!!” You mewled.

His tongue ran along your throbbing clit in heavy circles. You were already aroused so you could feel yourself getting close to an orgasm.

“N-no.” You sighed, writhing against the couch, “I-it’s too soon!”

“No, little one. Cum for me. Cum in my mouth.”

“S-scarecrow!!” You pleaded, “I-it’s going to be big! I-I’m going to cum!” “Then cum my little slut.”

His hot breath against your pussy lips brought you closer and when his tongue spaded against your clit you felt yourself cum in heavy succession. Your pussy contracting, over and over again like a heavy rippling wave until it slowly subsided and you were left panting heavily beneath your lover. “Jonathan.” You mewled.

He looked up at you, mask and jaw wet with your need.

“I love you.”

#scarecrowxreader #arkham knight scarecrow #scarecrow #Jonathan Crane

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hellopastelpukepink · 6 years ago

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Arkham Knight Scarecrow X Reader

My inbox ate the request so I couldn’t respond to it. Sorry, I totally messed up on the times I said I would post this. I said Friday the 19th rather than 18th but either way, I’m two days late. Got really behind helping a friend move but excuses aside here is the story. I hope it’s to your liking. I got really high when I wrote it so sorry if it’s a bit incoherent. ---

There was recognition in his pale eyes that stared over you now, there was also hate there, and you, breathing heavy, braced yourself for the worst.

“Why have you come here?” His voice rasped.

You were already shaking. You knew who this was, former Dr. Jonathan Crane now with the moniker Scarecrow. He was a different man now. When you’d met him, sure he’d been malicious, but there had always been a hint a playfulness before, now he was stoic, dangerous, and downright terrifying.

“Why are you here?” He asked again, and it was something you couldn’t answer. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. That was the truth. But you knew he recognized and remembered you. You had been an intern at Arkham Asylum not too long ago.

“I recall something,” He said, circling you, “Weren’t you drawn to me?”

You blinked. Sure, you thought he was attractive when you first met him, but that was then. He was wholly disfigured and hiding behind a mask now, his very visage terrifying you to the core.

“I thought you were a very, brilliant man.” You said, voice shaking.

“I know you were interested,” He said, stopping to stare into your eyes, “Do I disgust you now?” He leaned into your ear whispering, “Are you afraid of me?”

You were visibly shaking, tears welling in your eyes. You knew the sort of things he’d done, the experiments he’d run. The fear toxin was something you weren’t prepared to deal with, you were already scared, and you couldn’t fathom your fears being amplified. You were also aware that a lethal dose would induce a heart attack, what a way to go, literally being scared to death.

Scarecrow was still leaned in, his face turned to you, the burlap of his mask scratching you, his breath hot on your skin.

“I-I’m terrified of what you’ll do to me.” You admitted, hoping to find some compassion somewhere in that dark heart of his.

“Good.” He rasped, his hand cupped your face, turning it towards him, “You’re smart to be afraid.” And then he leaned into your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin, “I’ve always been fond of you.” He said, “You were a ray of light in that dreary place, Arkham Asylum…” He said the last part as if it were poison to his lips.

You weren’t sure if you heard him correctly, but then you felt his breath into the crook of your neck, felt his teeth graze and clamp down on a particular spot that made you weak.

A startled yelp escaped you, and he pulled you in tighter, his mouth working to the bottom of your jaw, you swore he’d kiss you in this instance if he could.

“Tell me, what are your fears, child?”

“You.” You breathed, and you could feel him against your thigh, growing harder with every question. He was getting off on this, being aroused by the terror he was instilling in you. You decided to play along, anything to keep him from spraying you with that fear toxin. “I’m so afraid of you, doctor.”

“Doctor?” He chuckled, his hands running up your back, you could feel the needles of his gauntlet through your clothes, and you knew he wanted you to feel them, wanted you to know he was in control. You yipped against him and let the tears flow, hands at his chest, gripping tight at his coat.

“Please,” You pleaded pathetically, “I was good to you, please, don’t hurt me.”

“The little intern at Arkham asylum, all alone now.” He taunted. He was savoring every moment of this, and you knew he was stretching this out like a rubberband, waiting to get you to a point where you’d snap, where you’d be at your peak, and then he’d spray you with the fear toxin. He’d watch you writhe and scream, watch you die.

You cupped him through his trousers, drawing a surprised growl out of him.

“What are you doing?”

You said nothing, maintaining eye contact as you stroked sensually, your breath hitching along with his.

“Do you want more?”

He growled. He knew what you were doing and was aware this was all a diversion for the inevitable, but he was also curious about this. Nobody had ever tried this before.

“Doctor Jonathan Crane,” You purred against his mouth, “I did like you when I first met you,” That was the truth, “I’d been so moved by your work. You’re so intelligent and talented.” You whispered, still stroking along the length of his trousers. “I fantasized about you a lot.” That was a lie.

But you could tell he was eating this all up, you don’t think he’d ever had anyone show any kind of interest in him, let alone in a sexual nature, especially now.

“What would you do? When you thought of me?”

You leaned in closer, rubbing your head against his chest, “I would get so wet, doctor. I wanted you so badly.” You said through pained breaths, strangely enough the more you spoke, the more you began to believe it yourself. Your pussy was getting wet, and you were starting to ache with need. “I wanted to get pounded by you, doctor. Every night I thought of you, thought of getting violently fucked by you. I want you, in me, doctor.” You sighed, reaching down your skirt, feeling your soaking wet panties, “I need you. Please, please fuck me. Treat me like your fucking plaything, doctor.”

You thought that would be enough to do him in, but he remained remarkably stoic, though you could tell his temperament had changed, you knew he was aroused.

“Do you think I’m stupid enough to believe you?” He asked, and your heart sunk to the center of the Earth. His left hand traced along the curves of your body, to your sopping wet pussy, he rubbed you, eliciting a soft moan from you. “You’re so beautiful. I loathe it.” He admitted, pulling aside your panties and slipping two fingers into your aching cunt, “Girls like you were always first to tease me, bully me. I know the sort of games you play.” He said this all as he continued to finger you.

You were moaning against him, your pussy clamping tight against his fingers, “Jonathan!” You pleaded, “Please, believe me. I-I want you.”

“Lies. Like a siren beckoning men in for the slaughter. You’re no different.”

“Doctor,” You breathed, “I-it feels so good, though. I w-want more.”

“Feeble little harlot.” He growled in your ear, “So desperate to live. Willing to give her body to me.”

“Anything for you, doctor.” You moaned, wrapping your arms around him, lifting your leg to give him easier access, “I’m all yours.”

He pulled away from you and turned you around, slamming you down against a console, those needles of his gauntlet tracing over your back. Shivers ran down your spine as you waited in anticipation. You heard him unfastening his trousers and soon felt him prodding at your wet heat. You arched your back, felt his length against your folds, teasing him, coaxing him to continue. His cock parted your folds and slipped in with ease. You mewled as you felt him completely fill you up, and in turn, you heard him sigh, taking a moment to collect himself.

“How do I feel?” You asked.

“So warm,” He said, as he plunged into you, “So warm and tight.” He groaned as he continued to pound into you. A sound you were surprised to hear.

He was rough and relentless but was careful not to accidentally stab you with the needles. You bucked against him, moaning loudly as you tried to milk his cock for what it was worth.

“Doctor, please, please cum in me.” You mumbled.

He seemed surprised by your demand, but rather than give in he continued to fuck you. Your hair obscured your vision, your face hot from lust, you sighed and mewled beneath him, begging that he continue. This went on for quite some time. Just the sound of skin on skin and your ragged breaths in that tight room.

He pulled away from you, and you stood and turned to face him before he pushed you back down against that console, and you parted your legs allowing him entrance once again. This time, however, he raised his gauntlet and sprayed you with the fear toxin.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins when you realized what he’d done, and suddenly fearsome visions came to your attention. Surrounding you, taunting you, your mind was racing so quickly, and you could feel him, Scarecrow, pounding into you as voices laughed and teased. Your heart was racing so fast you thought it’d explode.

“Think this was my first time?” Scarecrow asked, voice deeper like a monster, his visage more terrifying now, you shut your eyes, but the voices were screaming in your ears, the room spinning. You let out a scream, wishing for it to all stop. You could feel that you were still getting fucked senseless, though. Your cries pleasing the Scarecrow.

He was merciless after all, and you were a fool to try and seduce him, to begin with. Your mind was overloaded and before you realized your vision faded to black as you fainted.

Scarecrow stopped and tilted his head to look you over. You were still breathing. Good. He pulled out and dressed before picking you up. You’d make an exceptional little experiment for the future. This had, after all, been a lovely experience for him.

#scarecrowxreader #arkham knight scarecrow #scarecrow #jonathan crane

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hellopastelpukepink · 6 years ago

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Sorry I’ve been inactive again

A friend recommended I start focusing on doing this more professionally so I’ve been writing some erotic stories to publish for Amazon. Although, I’m focusing more on parody erotica in this case. I do have some dime-store trash novels in the works too, like one titled “Steampunk Fuck Machine”. Either way, I haven’t completely abandoned my fanfic. I still have a multitude of stories to finish and publish it just hasn’t been my priority as of right now. I haven’t received any new requests so if you want something, you’re still free to ask. I love writing but just keep in mind the stories will be shorter so I can keep up with my other work.

#erotica #ero #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

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hellopastelpukepink · 6 years ago

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hey! love your work, any chance you could write some more brutal stuff with either michael myers or amanda young? fluff and smut is lovely and all but i like the violence 💙

Violence encompasses so many things that I wasn’t sure which direction to take this, like, did you want non-con, Guro, straight-up murder, BDSM? I decided to “play it safe” and do some kidnapping and dub-con. I felt Amanda would be suitable for this because of the gritty industrial locations in the SAW franchise as well as the stark brutality of the murders. Anyway, here we go! ---

Your heart was racing at an unbearable speed, your breaths ragged as you watched the screen before you with that accursed puppet staring back at you with those black eyes and red irises.

“Hello, I would like to play a game.”

You let out a scream, trying to break free from your bindings but your wrists were cuffed, your legs were as well, you glanced around frantically realizing you were on a modern-day stretching rack. You didn’t even hear what Billy was telling you as you panicked, screaming for help, thrashing against your restraints. Then the video shut off and a blaring red counter beeped, you hadn’t listened to the instructions, and the game had begun.

Gears begin to screech and slowly turn, and with them your limbs began to get pulled.

“NO!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!” You screamed as hard as you could. You noticed a figure slowly step forward, it wore a hooded crimson cloak and a severed pig mask to conceal their face. “PLEASE! PLEASE HELP ME!!” You cried.

The figure folded their arms and continued to watch. There was a blade in their hand, and you realized to your dismay that standing before you, was the copycat killer.

The gears screeched again, turning so slowly, pulling you even more and tears ran down your face, and you choked back cries of fear.

The figure strode closer, tracing its blade against your skin. The sadistic bastard!

“It’s a shame,” It spoke, a female voice, “Such a waste.”

The gears creaked and then came the pain, you were finally being stretched to your limits. You let out the most horrifying scream yet, “PLEASE!!” You continued to cry.

“Please?” The masked female said. Pulling the blade down your midriff, drawing thin rivulets of blood in its wake. The gears creaked again, and you howled, feeling tendons stretching, bones shifting out of place, another turn and everything was going to break. “You’re willing to do anything?”

“ANYTHING! PLEASE! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!” You sobbed.

The pig-masked figure moved quickly, and you heard the machine power down, and with it you exhaled relief, still crying. The female moved to unshackle you, and you fell to the cold concrete floor, shuddering in a fetal position.

“Did I say we were done?” The figure asked, menacingly. You stared up into the dark eyes of that horrifying mask.

“Please, have mercy.” You begged.

“On your knees.”

You faltered for a moment and the female before you screamed, commanding you to obey. Shaking you rose to your knees and stared at her, feeling so vulnerable before her.

“Good girl.” She patted your head with a gloved hand and moved for a table you hadn’t noticed before. It was right behind the horrible machine you’d been strapped to, just out of your line of vision when you’d been strapped down.

The figure came back with a metal collar attached to a long, heavy chain. She collared you quickly and had it set.

“If you leave this room, the sensor on this collar will set off, and you’ll be electrocuted to death.”

You sniffled, sweat glistening off your skin, it felt like a film all over you, absolutely disgusting.

“Let’s see what that pretty mouth can do, shall we?” She said.

“What?”

She pulled back her robes a little to reveal a miniskirt and thigh high stockings. You stared, dumbfounded, she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Get to work, slave.” She demanded.

You stared up at her mask, feeling like you hadn’t heard her clearly.

“Oh, I see, you want back on the trap, don’t you?” With her combat boots, she kicked hard into your stomach, and you keeled over. “You really going to embarrass me like that, slave?” She asked, words dripping venom.

You cowered before her as she raised her boot directly over your face.

“WAIT! I’m sorry mistress!!” You pleaded, slowly rising up. Her knife was back at your throat.

“No more second chances, slave. Understood?”

“Yes, mistress.” She moved away from you, and you rose up and brought your mouth to the junction between her legs, extending your tongue to taste her. You went slow and listened to her sighs above you.

“Good girl,” She moaned, her voice soft and feminine. Her gloved hand wrapped tightly in your hair, pulling closer, you made a little sound from the pain but dared not to stop your ministrations on her. Your warm tongue rolled over her clit, sucking and giving teasing strokes against it. “That’s it, good girl, just like that.” Both her hands were entwined in your hair, the knife in her hand too close for comfort now. She moved against you, and you continued, letting out little moans as you felt her arousal cover your face. “I’m so close.” She breathed.

You continued your work, bobbing your head and licking, tongue darting quickly against her sensitive spot. You brought a hand up and wormed your fingers into her sex, catching her by surprise. With finesse, you began to finger her as you continued to lick in pleasing circles all along her pussy.

She sighed, breath escaping in ragged gasps as she came, you felt her warm walls contracting against your fingers. It took her a moment to catch her bearings before she pulled you away, tossing the knife aside, it clanged and skidded against the concrete floor.

Then she did something unexpected, she pulled off her mask. You were surprised to see a beautiful brunette with green eyes staring down at you. She got down on her knees and pressed her lips against yours, tasting her essence on your lips. You kissed back out of fear of angering her again.

“You did so well.” She commended. “Good little pet.”

She buttoned up her robe and began to walk away.

“Wait. Will you let me go?”

She laughed, opening the sliding metal door to this room.

“Why would I want to free my favorite little pet?” She asked, exiting the room and slamming the door behind her leaving you in the cold, dimly lit room.

You allowed more tears to fall, cowering on the ground. You’d survived Jigsaw’s apprentice but at what cost?

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