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I am sure your tired of writing for Amanda by now but your the only person I could find that’s willing to write for her and is actually good at it 😭 spare me i’m desperate and don’t know how too request but could you do a imagine with Dom!Amanda and shes really protective over reader to the point where it’s kind of toxic, she finds out who readers shitty ex girlfriend is and does anything and everything to show the said ex that reader is hers now like: showing up at her place of work with reader, making out in front of her, really touchy, whispering dirty stuff so the ex can hear, etc. Just some examples. You can pick whether reader is fem or gender neutral it doesn’t matter to me :)

On another note: Thank you for your service🫡 I love your writing so much.

you said dom!Amanda therefore you are getting smut i am so sorry to force this on you. :) not really love u.

A/N: Sorry about the wait!! I got caught up on bills today and have been working full time and also doing schoolwork. Luckily I paid my rent + electric so i have some free time!!!

Warnings: Revenge sex trope, voyeurism/exhibitionism, bondage/shibari, fighting, jealousy, dub!con, reader being an absolute asshole, murder, use of vibrator.

Pressing your fingers against the loose fabric of a dress, your lips held in a thin line. The needle pressed through the fabric, and back again. You were focused on your work, a nice sheer fabric for a nightdress you had been working on for a while. You were a tailor for a small business which made custom handmade dresses, one of the best tailors of the six of you.

The office you worked at was small, just like the business. The six of you crowded into a medium sized room. Your boss had created you a small section to yourself, as she insisted on making you employee of the month. So you pressed your hands against the fabric, the slow push and pull of your hands against the machine kept you in a trance. You had loved your job once, and while you enjoyed what you did- there was one downside.

Her. The problem. The reason you got into fights with your girlfriend every night this week.

As you pieced together your nightdress, across from you your ex watched- eyes wide and focused on your hands. You wanted to say something, you wanted to complain. Anything. But you never did, instead opting to do your job.

"L/N!" You flinched, hand jerking forward and pinching your finger in the machine. You yelped, pulling backwards and cradling your finger against your chest. "Look what you did!" The familiar voice of your lover rang through your ears, and you felt yourself turning to look. She was barreling towards you, eyes focused on your boss, who had yelled your last name. She seemed angry, reaching foward to hold you against her stomach.

Amanda placed a brown paper bag on your table, freeing her hands to examine your finger under her "Professional" gaze. She seemed almost content for a moment, eyes narrowed in on yours. "It's just a nick, but i'll fucking murder that ratty-bastard if you want." Your head shook back and forth, eyes widened with shock. "I'm not sure that's necessary!" You whispered, turning away from her to move back to your dress. "What are you doing here Amanda?" She sighed, the back of her hand hitting the paper bag. "I brought you lunch,"

"I might be too busy eating out Jenny to get to that, sorry." You snapped, turning your head away from her. "Fucking look at her, she's fucking you with her eyes. I don't know why you're acting like you can't see that." Amanda snapped back, her arms crossing against her chest. "It doesn't matter what she thinks about me. I told you I only want you! Why does it matter if she's looking at me?" Amanda released a sigh again. "It's about respect, I don't understand why you allow her to do that." You felt your face begin to heat up, beyond aggravated with the entire situation. "She's just not even worth the fucking air! I'm sorry you're too insecure to let it go!"

You only began to feel bad when her face fell and she turned on her heel and out towards the parking lot, but you didn't dare follow her.

You can end here, or read this fucked up smut.

Vision static and dizzy, you wobbled in the chair you were tied to. The last thing you remember was getting home and your lover reaching her hand around your mouth and nose to suffocate you with a damp rag. Your throat felt dry and sore, as if you'd been yelling but you knew that you hadn't. Amanda got like this sometimes, but you knew this time was your fault.

It looked like you were in an abandoned garage, the lights were cool and flickering. You were propped on a chair, both legs tied with a spiral futomomo tie and kept apart with a spreader. You were entirely naked, and bare to the garage.

And your ex.

There sat Jenny, her eyes wide as she stared at your bare form with an underlying lust beneath that fear. Her mouth was ducktaped shut and she was chained to the chair by her ankles and wrists. You squirmed beneath her gaze, whining out for Amanda. A few moments later she made her entrance, yanking off the worn pigs mask. She glared at you with an anger you'd only seen a few times. Goosebumps erupted onto your skin.

"I'm sorry, can you let me out?" You plead, and she frowns. "Don't act like you don't deserve what you're going to get."

She made her way behind you, and you heard her shuffling a few items around. You thought for a moment that maybe she had a table back behind you, but she left you no time to dwell when you felt a cold hand grasp your shoulder.

"Tell me, Love." Amanda took a deep, shuddering breath. "Do you like her eyes on you?" You whined, head craning back to look at her and deny the accusation. "I only want you baby, I promised!" Your pleading did not phase her, she only reached into your hair and yanked your head forward. Your eyes made contact with Jenny's and she watched as Amanda's hand flicked on a vibrator and licked it.

"I want you to watch, let me show you what's fucking mine."

And with those words, she hunched over you and placed the vibrator over your clit. Your head threw back, and you yelped. "Goddammit!" Your legs shuddered against your restraints, pulling against them with a pain. "Please!" Amanda laughed, her eyes trained downwards as she watched your sex shudder against the silicone head of her vibrator. "Good girl..." She whispered into your cheek, placing a cruel kiss on your skin. Your voice wobbled, back arching as you pressed yourself impossibly closer to the source of your pleasure.

Across from you, Jenny watched, cheeks flushed and eyes dilated. Her legs rubbed together as she watched Amanda rub the toy against your clit. She treated you generously, her other hand snaking down to your throat to give it a squeeze as she upped the setting on her toy. You keened loudly, hands balling into fists as you chanted her name.

"You like this? All I had to do was force you to show her who you belonged to?" She sneered, pushing the vibrator lower. She let it sink into your hole, and she began to lightly thrust it inside of you. "God!" You cried, mouth hanging open as your climax ran up to you. "I'm so close!"

Amanda snickered, glancing up to watch Jenny stare between your legs.

Her mouth twisted into something angry, her other hand reaching down to rub your clit in circles. You flailed against her ministrations, mouth open in a wail which could not be contained. Finally, you came against her hands, legs quivering as you soaked her hands and the toy, the rest of your cum wetting the concrete floor beneath you. With that, she flicked the vibrator off and placed it back on the table, grabbing something sharper.

"Did you enjoy the show, Jenny?" You heard her breathe. You heard her walk back behind you, her hand yanking your head backwards. "Love you..." You gasped, picking your head up to give her a kiss. She nodded, fingers releasing your hair. That is when she walked past you, flipping a hunting knife around in her hand. "It'll be the last one you'll ever see."

Jenny began to push against her restraints, shaking her head no and yelling pleas. None of which appealed to Amanda, instead the smooth twist of her wrist pushing the blade into her abdomen and then actively gutting her appealed way more.

You watched the life leave her eyes and you sighed, making eye contact with Amanda and biting your lip.

"Are you done?"

She dropped to her knees, crawling forward to attach her lips to your cunt.

#Amanda Young x reader #Amanda Young x reader smut #Saw x reader smut #slasher x reader #slasher x reader smut #saw x reader #smut

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ADDING MIKE SCHMIDT TO MY CHARACTER LIST

these edits are getting to me hehehehehe

#mike schmidt x reader #i rant

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WHERE IS YOUR AMANDA X READER SMUT QUEENNN I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO PATIENTLY AND I WILL WAIT FOR YEARS IM JUST ASKING 🙏🙏🙏🙏

IM LIKE SEVEN PARAGRAPHS IN IM WORKING ON IT I PROMISEEEE!!!! I NEED THERE TO BE plOT THIS TIME

#i rant #requests

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Putting this here so I read it later

Hot as a Summer Revival

Alpha!Thomas Hewitt x Omega!F Reader (NSFW)

Summary: You meet a helpful stranger when you least expect it.

Warnings: A/B/O AU, blood, predator/prey if you squint, noncon I guess because of heat but reader is très enthousiastique, virgin!Tommy, he doesn’t let a little bit of premature ejaculation stop him, creampies, knotting

Your shoulders burn. Blazing sunlight radiates down on you from a cloudless sky and sears your exposed skin. Sweat pours down your back and drenches your shirt, sticking it to the heavy backpack you carry. Your shoes kick up dust with each laborious step.

You hope the trucker that kicked you out in the middle of this wasteland dies in a fiery crash.

“More trouble than you’re worth,” he’d spat before slamming the door shut and speeding off. Your jaw clenches at the memory.

It’s your own fault, really.

Your scent-killing soap had run out a few days prior. You’d risked hitchhiking, desperate, and luckily a beta had picked you up. But, as the day grew warmer and you started to sweat, there was no more hiding.

Sure, times are changing. People become more and more progressive each year, but there are still plenty who look down on omegas. To them, you’ll never be anything more than lower class breeding stock.

You shake your head. No point dwelling on things you can’t change. Focus on what you can control, like figuring out where the hell you are.

Dry grass rustles in a hot breeze. The wind brings no relief, just the scents of parched earth, desert willow, white oak, and some dead thing rotting in the oppressive heat. There’s a whole lot of nothing as far as the eye can see. You’re somewhere in west Texas, you’re almost certain, but you haven’t seen another car or building or road sign for miles….

Watery eyes, irritated by dust and blinding sun, squint to focus. Through the heat simmering off the road you spot it: A fading green sign in the distance. You shuffle a little faster and allow yourself to hope for nearby civilization.

Fuller - 3 Miles

The name doesn’t ring any bells, but if there’s even one gas station, you’ll be happy. Your pack kicks up more dirt when it crashes to then ground. Digging through the pockets, you find your water bottle. Stale, lukewarm water wets your dry throat as you rest your sweaty back against the sign post.

As you catch your breath and sip, you begin to notice a new sensation. A new discomfort. Warmth prickles under your skin, the barest hint of a tingle you hardly register until you focus. Then there’s the tug deep in your gut, the promise of a future hunger no food or drink can satisfy. The sweat dripping from your body begins to change and take on a new scent, one that fills the air around you until the breeze carries it away.

A calling card.

No. No, no, no, not now! It’s too early, isn’t it? You push away from the sign post, water within the bottle sloshing with your trembling. Frantically, you attempt to count back the weeks and realize you don’t even know what day it is.

More time has passed than you thought.

Running a hand through your hair, you suck in a breath to steady yourself. What will you do now? You can’t go to town, not until your heat passes. And with this wind, every alpha in the vicinity is going to smell you.

Think. Wildly, you look around you, ignoring that accursed burn settling between your thighs. There, up ahead: A grove of trees. You have a tent and sleeping bag in your backpack. You’ll hide for a few days and ride this out.

Grunting, you heave your pack back onto your sunburned shoulders and trudge down the road once again.

This is going to fucking suck.

Everything is sticky; your hair clings to your dewy brow, your sleeping bag adheres to your sweaty skin, and the slick coating your thighs glues your legs together. Inside, you burn with need. Every nerve ending is alight, overly sensitive. Even the gentle breeze billowing through your tent makes you pant and squirm.

The maddening ache demands relief. You rip off your soaked shorts and fling them away. Pushing your damp panties to the side, you hump your hand, all thoughts of dignity replaced by an animalistic craving. There is only want, only desperation.

It’s not enough.

Your scent fills the tent, nearly suffocating. Repeatedly inhaling the smell of your want is going to drive you insane. You need air!

“Fuck,” you whimper, weakly pushing to your knees. Trembling, feverish, you crawl to the tent entrance, unzip the mesh screen, and tumble out into the dirt. Sucking in lungfuls of fresh air clears your fuzzy head, if only a little.

As you lay still and breathe, you listen to the nighttime melodies. Crickets chirp, frogs croak, mocking birds call for mates. Leaves rustle in a soft wind. Rodents scurry through the undergrowth. It begins to sound like a lullaby—

CRACK

With a jolt, you sit upright. A branch had broken somewhere in the thicket behind your tent. Your ears strain, eyes darting around, searching the darkness. A full moon shines overhead, but the canopy above obscures the light it offers. Trees and shrubs take on monstrous form in the gloom, their twisted branches like spindly arms, reaching for you.

Rustling to your left now. Your heart slams against your ribs. Foliage crunches under heavy boots. Moonlight illuminates a hulking shadow slinking between the trees.

Something massive stalks through the brush just out of sight.

Rooted to the ground, you shake like a leaf in the wind. You’re so weak; fight will be out of the question. Flight is only option that remains.

You won’t make it far, though.

As you silently panic and weigh your escape options, a shadowy figure steps into the clearing. They are huge, well over six feet. You can’t make out any features, backlit as they are by the moonlight.

Sudden terror gives you a burst of strength and you stagger to your feet. You launch yourself into the trees, a weak cry leaving your throat when thunderous footfalls give chase Fear forces you into a sprint, makes you ignore the pain in your bare feet when they split open and bleed on fallen branches.

Your stumbling makes a racket, gasping breaths and crashing feet a cacophony in the quiet forest. Trees race past, but it isn’t long until helplessness seeps back into your muscles. You slow, your trembling legs barely able to hold your weight.

Vines you can’t see in the dark ensnare your clumsy feet. You smash into the ground, pain blooming along your palms, knees, and behind your eyes. A tangy, metallic scent invades your nostrils. Stunned and disoriented, you wonder why your face feels wet. When you touch your upper lip, your fingers come away black. Your nose bleeds freely down your face, your blood inky black in the darkness.

Boots stomp behind you. Your pursuer is mere feet away. Heart leaping into your throat, you whip onto your back.

A man stands before you—a tall, broad shouldered, powerful man. His chest heaves, his deep breaths like a gale in the quiet grove. At his sides, his hands are balled into fists.

He takes a measured step closer and a swath of moonlight illuminates his face. You see dark, shoulder length hair, a furrowed brow, but what catches your attention is the leather mask he wears across the lower half of his face.

You’re about to wonder at its use, but then the wind changes.

His scent washes over you and every muscle in your body seizes. Fresh cut oak, sharp citrus, heady musk, and old blood assault your senses, his smell overpowering even the metallic scent of your bleeding nose. You’re struck dumb, frozen in place, mouth hanging open in shock.

Alpha.

Never have you been immobilized by the mere scent of an alpha. He hasn’t even spoken. No commands have left his mouth, yet you’ve already surrendered, submitted in every sense. Between your legs, you throb, slick gushing from your cunt and further drenching your underwear.

The alpha twitches and breaks free of the momentary trance that held the two of you. Slowly, he drops to his knees. There is conflict in his body language as he crawls to you, like he’s fighting the urge to pounce and tear you to shreds.

He’s trying not to scare you, trying to hold himself back.

But why?

A tremulous breath spills past your parted lips and your legs automatically fall open to accommodate the alpha’s huge frame. The shivering starts up again, your body combusting when he hovers over you.

His eyes meet yours; you can’t discern their color in the dark, but they watch you so intently, tracing every inch of your face. You go lax under his scrutiny, your head dropping back into the dirt and tipping to the side.

The alpha’s gaze darts to the exposed flesh of your neck, to your face, then back again. Hesitantly, he dips his head until his hair tickles your face and the leather of the mask drags up the column of your throat.

You groan at the touch, oversensitive skin prickling. Over and over, he inhales deeply, drowning himself in your scent. You whimper and arch, hips rolling so you grind up against him.

He startles at the contact, thick fingers flying to your hip to hold you still. A whimper leaves you and your nails rake impatiently through the dirt.

“P-Please, I…I need…I need…please h-help me,” you beg, your voice so pathetically weak and shaky, but you ache so deep, so intensely you can think of nothing else. Your legs burn with desire you can’t control. You are certain if you aren’t bred by this alpha now you will die.

The alpha’s own breaths tremble, mirroring the shaking of the hand on your hip. With a sharp inhale, his nails dig into the fabric of your panties, twist, and rip. You gasp and nod, near delirious with want.

He looks at you again, his eyes wide and wild. He’s teetering on the edge, seconds from losing composure. You stare back, pleading with your eyes, reassuring him, urging him on. In your chest, your frenzied heart hammers.

He swallow thickly. Sitting back, he fumbles with his trousers. You hear the clink of a belt, the pop of the button, the slide of the zipper. Hot, thick flesh rests on your mound as he leans forward and you keen at the feel.

Your hips tilt immediately, as though they have a mind of their own. Slick folds slide up and down the alpha’s girth; just this is nearly enough to make you cum. Finally, he makes a sound, like he’s choking on a groan.

Fingers trail along your inner thigh and hesitate before prodding your cunt. It’s tentative, his touch. Exploratory. Your lust-addled brain can’t fathom why he seems so unsure.

You suck in air through your teeth when his digits sink into slick warmth. He gives a few experimental thrusts, which elicit a sweet, little mewl from you. Your slippery walls squeeze his fingers, the wet slide audible even over your gasps.

Your sounds break his resolve. The alpha growls. He rips his fingers from your dripping hole and hastily guides his cock to your entrance. It takes a few tries before he finds it again, the tip of his cock running up and down between your lips until you sob in desperation.

All the air leaves your lungs when he slips inside, surges forward, and buries every thick inch deep in your cunt. Your hands fly to his shoulders, fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt when you immediately climax, the relief of finally being filled shoving you over the threshold into ecstasy.

The alpha utters a strangled groan as he grips your waist, his shoulders tensing under your hands. You feel it then, the spreading warmth of his seed. He came with you?

But oh, he’s still hard as stone within you. Trembling with barely contained desire, he gives an experimental buck of his hips. Your teeth sink into your lip, your cry muffed behind your teeth.

He leans down over you, buries his face in the crook of your neck so you can whisper in his ear, “P-Please don’t s-stop, please, please I need-need you, it’s…it hurts….”

You don’t finish, the rest of your words lost in a shriek when the alpha slams into you. His thrusts are uncoordinated and sloppy, but you help, raising your hips to meet his until he matches your rhythm.

The forest soon echoes with your pleasure; his strained groans, your high moans, the rustle of foliage under your back and the wet smack of flesh. You nuzzle your face into his own neck, the alpha’s powerful scent making you dizzy. All thoughts are replaced with sensation, your only focus the feeling of the cock battering your insides.

The heat raging in your belly turns scorching. You feel the alpha’s knot beginning to swell and a possessive urge takes over, making your wrap your legs around his hips. You’ve never needed anything more in your life, you’re certain.

When you reach the precipice once again, you don’t have the presence of mind to warn him, but you’re sure he can feel it in the way your slick muscles clench around his length. With a rumbling moan, he shoves his knot into your spasming channel and you scream, eyes rolling back, every muscle pulled taut in blinding euphoria.

Panting, heart thrumming, sweat beading along your brow, you gradually return to earth. Your fingers ache from gripping the alpha so tightly. With difficulty, you pry them from his shirt. Your quivering legs slip off his sides and fall bonelessly to the ground.

The knot seated within you and the spend filling you work to quell the unchecked desire racing through your veins, if only for a little while. The heat will soon return with fervor.

With climax comes clarity, the needy haze in your mind lifting and making way for rational thought. Two things become immediately apparent: One, you have just been bred by absolute stranger, an alpha who had found you in the middle of the forest. Your scent must have drawn him, but where did he come from? You don’t even know his name, for fuck’s sake.

And two: This alpha is a virgin. Or rather, he used to be. The hesitance, the fumbling, the immediate release when he’d entered you…. In the moment, your want-driven mind couldn’t connect the dots.

You let your head fall back. The alpha’s eyes meet yours, but quickly look away again. Is that shame, you see? Fear? Again, you wonder why he wears the mask.

Tentatively, you reach up and push the sweaty hair off his brow. Your fingertips trace the side of his face, your palm coming to rest on his masked cheek. Cautiously, he lifts his gaze to yours.

You clear your throat and murmur, “Um, hi.” You tell him your name and ask, “Can…can you, um, talk?” The man shakes his head and looks away. You nod and gently press his cheek to get his eyes back on you.

“It’s okay. Maybe…maybe you could write your name down for me? When…you know, when we can….” you trail off with a breathy laugh. You feel his cheek grow warm under your fingertips.

One of the alpha’s hands leaves your hip. He brings a finger to the exposed skin under your collarbone. Deliberately, he begins to trace and you realize he’s spelling out his name.

T-H-O-M-A-S

“Thomas?” He nods and you swear you feel his face briefly lift in a grin. You smile back. “Well, Thomas, um. Thank you for helping me, but it’s…uh, it’s gonna get bad here in a minute again so….” As you speak, you feel his knot begin to shrink. You talk faster, “So, I know my scent right now is…how hard it is to think when you’re…so if you want to get away, now might be a good—

You bite your lip when a deluge of cum spills down your ass to drip into the dirt. A whiny moan crawls up your throat. You want to curse the way your core pulses, your insides just beginning to smolder.

Thomas inhales deeply. You know your pores are leaking hunger yet again. Before you can speak, the world lurches.

Thomas grasps you around the middle and flips onto your front. Impatiently, he lifts your hips up, hard cock grinding against your slit. He’s bolder this time, more sure of himself when he buries his girth deep in your guts.

Now, at least you have a name to scream.

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Dude I'm fucking HOWLING. this is hilarious

Guys I want to be fucked by Leon and fuck him too but, could you little whores stop writing just nsfw about him?? I want ANGST, I wanna be so fucking sad that the tears just roll down my face without even noticing. I WANT TO BE HEARTBROKEN, I WANT LEON BREAKING MY HEART IN THOUSANDS PIECES AND THEN JUST PATCH IT UP BECAUSE HE LOVES ME AND HE’S JUST AFRAID (sorry) (I’m delusional)

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#slasher x reader #horror x reader #slasher x reader smut #i rant #smut #amanda young x reader #amanda young x reader smut #amanda x reader #amanda x reader smut #saw x reader smut #saw x reader #will graham x reader #will graham x reader smut #hannibal x reader #hannibal x reader smut

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i literally cannot find famine... where did it go

HIHI it’s me (again😋) I was wondering if we could get a part 2 on pennywise x entity reader But she’s very sassy and they both go hunt together? (If you don’t feel like it that’s complete fine And I hope you have an AMAZING DAY/NIGHT/AFTERNOON)

Yess you can miss ma'am

Drought

(Famine's P2)

(Pretending Penny isn't canonically insecure) Warnings: No smut-just heat, talk of sexual themes, "Cannibalism", More feederism? (Is that what its called?), this is so short im so sorry you waited so long, finger sucking.

Fear

Where was that smell coming from?

Gods it smelt good.

You pressed your face against the metal grate outside of Penny's territory. He loved to tease you, ripping into someones flesh with his many teeth. You always teased him for having a bad case of shark mouth but now all you could think about was the sharp point that punctured your neck that fine day. It was a shame circumstances hadn't worked out back them.

(You wrapped your hands around his fingers, beginning to eat out of his hand- paying no attention when he dropped the body and used his other hand to grip onto your jaw and push his swollen lips against yours. As you began to kiss him back, he reached around your ass and lifted you up against him.

You felt him begin his walk further into his territory and you briefly wondered if he had more food in his den that he could feed you. )

The only thing that lead to was the two of you grinding on each other, dripping in blood. And while that was hot- he hadn't let up on the hogging. You squeezed the bars of the metal grate, the metal giving under your claws.

"What are you up to, Sunshine?" He giggled, walking up to the grate, blood dripping from his many canines. "You're still a fucking thief." You spat, ripping your hands off the metal and crossing them over your chest. "They're mine! Poor poor Y/N, can't find any food." You huffed in annoyance, lips twitching angrily. "Penny, I'm hungry, its been weeks and I'm only getting by from the occasional grandma." You complained.

"Maybe you're just bad at it. Penny can teach you, if you say please." Your stomach rumbled in defeat, lips pressing in a thin line. You waited a moment and Pennywise started to sway and imitate the sound of a clock as you waited. "Sure, teach me how." You replied sarcastically. Your hands crossed against your chest and you huffed, but then he turned on his heel and headed the other way. "Please?" You muttered, face heating.

His face twisted into an unnerving smile, before walking forward and ripping the metal bars from between the two of you with little frustration.

You ended up in a small field, Penny knew you didn't eat children- so he took you to a nearby park. There were quite a few kids around, but he ignored them and spotted a figure a little across the way. She was isolated and looked like she was going a jog a little took close to Penny for comfort. His hands tensed and he released a little giggle. "Watch Pennywise, Sunshine." You scoffed, eyes trained on his movements anyways.

As she got closer, he watched closely, and soon her foot made contact with the pavement outside the entrance. That was when he struck, right hand grabbing onto her ankle and the left thrusting forwards against the other side. Her ankle split in two, and she fell forwards with a yell. He didn't give her much time to get away, yanking the girl into the small exit.

She flailed against him but couldn't do much as he didn't even seem to be paying attention to her. Pennywise's eyes were locked on yours, and they stayed that way when his gloved hand wrapped itself into her hair and yanked her head backwards- effectively baring her throat to her captor. His mouth pushed back along the red, painted tears on his eyes, and she screeched a deathly screech. Still his eyes watched yours as he took a bite out of her throat. Immediately the woman went still in his grip.

Your throat burned as he watched you, chewing up the bloody remains of a stranger. He didn't bother to clean himself of the blood on his mouth, and your eyes dilated at the sight. "Come, Sunshine." You nodded, stepping forwards and gasping when with his free hand he dipped two fingers into the ripped column of her throat and collected the pooled blood. He brought the same fingers up and pressed them against your closed lips. You didn't need any further instructions- mouth popping open and taking the digits into your throat. You sucked him clean, moaning happily.

"Eat, Sunshine. Pennywise will help you hunt again after." He commands, and you fall to your knees, devouring the woman with a haste. Penny watched with a certain danger in his eyes as you ate her with a passion- eyes closed and moaning. And when he could sense your slowing, he brought his hand to your throat and choked you. Your movements stopped with a halt, eyes returning to his. "What do you say?" He growled, hand squeezing threateningly. "Thank you," And he's satiated, releasing you and watching as you go back to your feeding.

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Yess you can miss ma'am

Drought

(Famine's P2)

Fear

Where was that smell coming from?

Gods it smelt good.

You felt him begin his walk further into his territory and you briefly wondered if he had more food in his den that he could feed you. )

His face twisted into an unnerving smile, before walking forward and ripping the metal bars from between the two of you with little frustration.

#Pennywise x reader #horror x reader #slasher x reader #slasher x reader smut #smut #horror x reader smut #pennywise x reader smut #it x reader #it x reader smut

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I just wanna ask, if your requests are still open! Can you do a Corey Cunningham x female!reader? Where the reader had a bad day, coming home to Corey crying then he helps by fucking her stupid. <3

The feminine urge to insert a daddy kink into this was strong but i held out. (Also I got my own place today, currently have an empty apartment w no furniture yippee) But anywayssss I LOVE COREY hes so quiet and baby. Also i left an opening for maybe a p2??? Maybe I can tie a request into it? I have another Corey request so i was thinking about it.

anyways heres some smut.

De-Stress

Warnings: Smut, needy!reader, overstimulation, dumbification, dirty talk, me not picking a pov,

Bronze keys jingled in your hand as you yanked at your shabby, wooden door. Today had been hell, and now you couldn't get your door open. You pressed forwards with a grunt, jiggling your key into the hole- only for it to break off. You looked down at the broken key fob, lips in a thin line before you felt tears drop down your face. It had been a long day and that was the breaking point for you, but it didn't take long for Corey to open the front door and look at you confused.

"What happened Y/N?" But that made your tears come harder, your arms coming to close yourself in. Corey's eyebrows pressed tight together, though not before his arms were wrapped around you. "Did someone do this to you?" He questioned, you shook your head no, hands coming up to feel up his back.

Corey was still in his work uniform, covered in grease and dirt, he was a hardworking man. The two of you had pretty much the same work schedule, so he had probably just gotten home when you arrived behind him. You tugged at his coveralls, sniffling. "I just had a rough day at work... I slipped and hit my head, but I still had to work all swollen and it hurt." You whined, burying your face into his shoulder. "And then I messed up an entire document and I had to list sales and inventory again," He held you closer, hand reaching to push your hair back and examine the bright purple bruise on your forehead. He winces and gives you a kiss. "That looks painful." He states. You nod.

Then he pulls back, a small smile on his face when you whine. "Do you want me to make you some food?" He asks, eyes narrowing when you begin to unzip his coveralls instead. "No... Can you just make me feel better?"

And that's how you ended up in bed, he had you completely naked and bent into a mating press, while he himself only unzipped his coveralls to take his cock out. Corey was bent over you, this had to have been the fourth time you came. Your eyes rolled back and you cried, mumbling something to yourself as he thrusted into your wet sex. Corey peppered kisses along your jaw, though you were already covered in love bites.

"Did my baby have a bad day?" You squeeze your eyes shut, gasping when he thrusted faster. "Do you need me... to make it better?" He grunts and your heat squeezes him this time, back arching as you give him a cry. You try to give him an answer, but it seems you cannot when it releases as a weak whine of his name. "Such a good girl, is this what makes you happy?" His chest rumbles and his eyes almost look black. "All you need is my cock deep inside of you to make you quit your crying? Couldn't even wait till I showered?"

Your legs shake against his hands, pussy taking him with a squelch as he pummels against you. Your chest feels light and airy when he speaks to you- and you cannot count the butterflies in your stomach. You lean back a little, fingers grabbing onto your sheets when it becomes too much to handle. Corey taunts you in a lovely way, hips still moving against yours when he drops your left leg to wrap that hand around your throat. He feels darker now, chest purring with an incoming release.

Your mouth falls open and a silent whine bubbles from your throat as you push at his hips to get him away from your overstimulated sex. Corey is panting when he leans forward, hitting deeper and smiling when you moan loudly and push harder against his pelvis. "Please.." You cry repeatedly, unsure of what you're begging for as he pushes into you. "C'mon Y/N, can't even take what you asked for? I didn't think you were that stupid, baby. Don't even know your own limits?" His hand pressed deeper against your throat and your vision began to prickle with darkness, and one of your hands followed his. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist as you cried, other still pulling at the sheets.

"You're close?" He gasps, and you suck him deeper inside of you- weakly pushing against his biceps. He watches you nod, tears at the corners of your eyes and cheeks bright. "Then cum, pretty girl." You finally reach your end with these words, wincing and digging manicured nails into his shoulder when he shudders and curls over your orgasming form- just to fill you up. His groans rattle though your chest and you think you feel yourself floating.

His chest drops against yours, sweat against sweat as you feel yourself being lulled into a deep sleep. "Love you," You make sure to mumble into his ear before rolling into his chest to end the night. His fingers brush through your hair, head empty as he stares at the ceiling. He's thinking for a while, but your phone buzzing captures his attention. Corey decides to pick it up off the phone stand, and give it a look incase it's a parent.

Officer Mulaney (Boss): All of your documents are done improperly, when you arrive in the morning you'll redo them and I have some more for you. I would like them finished before the end of the day. I know you hit your head but it was off-site so I didn't bother to report it. We considered your request for time off and it cannot be completed at this time, your health issues are your concerns.

He feels that same darkness that Michael once taught him returning.

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STOPPP You guys are requesting a lot of Pennywise/Amanda/Will and IDK where to start!!! Ty for all the compliments too xx i love yall!!!

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HIHIHI I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM AND I SAW THAT YOUR WILLING TO WRITE FOR AMANDA YOUNG BUT IF YOU DONT FEEL LIKE IT THATS COMPLETELY OKAY ALSO!!

Can you do jealous Amanda x Fem reader? Somewhere around reader and Amanda having a complicated relationship and reader is an apprentice. Another apprentice flirts around with reader and Amanda doesn’t like it at all :$ Also some NSFW but if your not in the mood for it you don’t have to add it!

I hope you have an amazing day 😋😊

I love writing for Amanda!!!! I'm so happy to be getting more fem requests because I am a gay mf. Anyways on with the story.

-In the event that Michael Marks survived, he has became an apprentice. Michael Marks. Yknow, the key in the eyeball guy. So, let's begin.

A Deeper Understanding

Warnings: Literally nobody getting along, Jealous!Amanda, Cursing, Threatening, Fingering, Domish!Amanda, Getting Caught

John Kramer had collected quite the assortment of a team. He hoped at least one of you would continue his legacy perfectly. He'd make sure before he died that he'd live on through the lot of you. You were all currently at the workshop, bullshitting about random tests and other people you were interested in "helping". There was about four of you there, Dr. Gordon couldn't make it, like usual. Michael Marks had been your second choice, Gordon has always been your first.

His eyes traveled down your body, a look that made you feel a certain type of way, not a good way. He was your partner though, so you gave him the benefit of the doubt. "I'm glad everyone is here," John smiled a thin smile, Jill stood across from him, eyes trained on his every move. You knew that it'd been hard on her since his diagnosis. "I need your help with the scalping seat, I'm not sure it'll get done on time." He took a pause, "I've had some other things to tend to, my apologies."

He hadn't been looking at you, you weren't the mechanic of the group. John looked to you for ideas for traps. You had a knack at creating a symbolic test, one which would change the looks of the masses. Michael stepped forwards, eyes lingering on you for too long for someone who had just needed to build a trap. "I used to work as a car technician before Homeward Bound," He said, bending down and looking through the gears. "Unless Hoffman can do better." Hoffman wasn't much for Michael, he stayed silent.

"Nobody wants you to touch anything, you hardly beat your test. I don't know why John even wants you here because you're obviously not even serious about him." Amanda stood from her spot near John, she walked forwards and towered over Michael- only for Michael to size her up. "What are you even talking about?" He barked, his chest puffing. "Amanda calm down, we need to finish this trap. Brenda's test is what matters." John corrected her, his composure was always impenetrable. "No John! Have you seen this guy? He's been eye-fucking Y/N since we got here!"

Amanda's fists clenched as she yelled back at John. She seemed ready to blow a fuse, and you were thankful for it. "As far as I am concerned, He has not said anything to Y/N that has made her uncomfortable." "But-" "No, we'll deal with him later, we have to focus on the contraption now, we'll deal with him later. I need you to act level-headed if you're going to carry out my legacy." Amanda huffed, speeding past the group and into the hallway. "Amanda!" You yelled after her, jumping down from the table and following after her.

You found yourself in a grimy hallway, off to the side was an opening to what you presumed was where Amanda had went off to. You stepped forward, watching as the curtains to the archway swayed back and forth. "Amanda?" You called, and she opened the swaying curtains as you stood in front of them. "Finally got enough of Mr. Fuck-me eyes?" You shook your head. "We're not... doing anything." She nodded, stepping away to move back to a decaying workstation. You saw she had her reverse bear trap on the table, she seemed to be fixing something wrong with it.

"What are you doing to it?" You wondered, she glanced over at you for a moment. "John gave it to me to fix, fucking Hoffman took it somewhere and it broke." She gulped. "I hate this thing, but I'm about finished." Amanda was grumbling as she fixed her trap, she seemed elsewhere and you could tell that this was a coping mechanism for her. "What's wrong?"

She turned to you, and with a sigh she sneered. "I just don't understand why Michael is even here, he hardly completed his test and he's an asshole y'know?" Her voice elevated, and she turned towards you. "He's awful and I just don't understand why he can't leave you alone!" Your cheeks flushed, eyes widening as she stared right at you. "Uh-" But you cut her off, hands coming up to hold her face. It happened to turn out that she would be the one to press forward and kiss you. She only let it escalate from there when her hand moved to reach under your shirt and pull you flush against her chest.

Her nails dug into the plush of your stomach skin when she picked you up and placed you on the workbench, shoving the bear trap off to the side. Amanda placed kisses on your collarbone as you worked to pull your shirt off, and in the heat of the moment she found herself dizzy with lust. She had been dreaming about this moment since you joined the group, and she thought she might've entered her dreamworld when you finally got your shirt off. "You're fucking perfect," She mumbled, the androgynous tang of her voice flowed through your core and straight between your legs. You opened them right up.

Amanda leaned forward, tongue landing flat on your nipple and sucking at it until it pressed hard against the pad of her tongue. With her left hand, she groped you passionately, and she praised how you fit in her hand perfectly. You had leaned forward and pressed a kiss on the top of her head as she pushed your skirt up and over your ass, eager to get where she had wanted to touch most. You blessed her with it, gripping the edge of rotten wood when she hooked her long fingers inside your heat. "Shit..." She mumbled, her left hand dropping your tit to push you back by the stomach. You stumbled back against the wood with a whine, biting onto your left hand as the other gripped her wrist.

Amanda watched with an intense gaze as you moaned into your hand, she was more than interested, her left hand moving to rub circles on your clit as she fingered you. Your hips pushed against her fingers, desperate to feel more of her as she pleasured you- you knew her thoughts of Michael Marks were gone by now, her gaze enraptured by the way your cunt sucked her in. She felt herself becoming devoted as she listened to the gasps and whimpers you released of her name- you felt the same.

She began to kiss your hips as your legs shook around her fingers and your whines became more noticeable. Amanda gathered she had to be doing something right, her ego inflating as you rode her hand. "You're doing so well Y/N," She whispered, the fingers on your clit speeding up. You cried out, "I'm so close..." yelping when she pushed her fingers deeper and shushed you. You felt your insides clench and twitch, legs spreading wider as you held her wrist against your sex- whining out a flurry of "Thank yous," While you finished on her hand.

Finally, you leaned back down, huffing against your hand. You reached out to maybe grab her, and she reached to pull her shirt off. Unluckily, she didn't make it far when you heard Michael open the curtains, halfway through his sentence. "I'm sorry Amanda, I didn't- oh!" His eyes landed on you, and you yelped, flailing to cover your body as he stared.

Amanda's lip twitched in annoyance, pulling your skirt down with a little bit of attitude. You knew it wasn't directed at you though. "If you do not get the fuck out of my office, I will literally blow your brains out Michael."

And he turned around, scurrying down the hallway. Amanda turned back to you, giving you a happy kiss on the lips. "Maybe we can arrange a date this week?"

#Saw x reader #Amanda Young x reader #Amanda Young x reader smut #Saw x reader smut'#horror x reader #horror x reader smut #slasher x reader #slasher x reader smut

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