#michael myers x brat reader

[crypticbunnygirl]

Teasing the shape 

Michael Myers x female!brat!reader

Prompts: “You’re gonna regret that” “I’m screwed” “I’m not done with you, you brought this upon yourself” 

This is my first time writing smut, I am open to constructive criticism! just please be nice! :) 

Warnings: rough sex, light bondage, light dom and sub, bites, bruising, darcyphilla (michael loves to see you cry from overstim), slight breeding kink if you squint real hard, overstimulation, size kink, degradation, dumbifaction (like a few words), micheal gets soft with aftercare, Michael does talk a little but only a few lines 

Words: 1.3k 

Somehow, some way, you had convinced Micheal to let you ride him. He never liked being underneath you, unless he initiated it.  But now, you were straddling him, his mask on the floor. His rough hands on your hips.   “C’mon mikey, lemme tie your hands...it’ll be great.” You state. He gives you a sharp glare.  “Come on! Please!! I’ll make you and buy you lots of sweet things!” You say, trying to get him to cave in on letting you tie his hands to the bedpost.  “Fine, don’t make me regret it.” He mutters, his voice raw and deep. Your heart flutters at his voice. You grab the red rope, and make a knot. A few moments later you sit back, biting your lip at how Micheal looks. You feel his eyes practically burning your skin. “I’m going!” You voice, you knew what that look meant, he’s getting impatient. Micheal had helped you with getting ready to take him. You let out a sigh; no matter how many times you and Michael have had sex, it still takes you a while to get used to him, with you riding him, you can take your time. It helped that he was already erect, you let out a shaky breath and slowly sank onto his cock. You look into his eyes, you know you need to hurry up. He didn't have to say anything for you to understand. You let out another deep breath as you continued to slowly go down on his cock, you could see he was growing impatient when he slammed his hips up, his cock filling you up. You gasped at the sudden fullness. You start to move slowly, bringing your hips back up and down, your hands supporting you. You moved slowly to be a tease. How could you not pass this opportunity to tease him?? You weren’t going to pass this up. So, you start moving, slowly knowing damn well Micheal will make you regret this, but you don’t care. Your right hand goes down to your clit and starts slowly rubbing in a circular motion. “Michael~” You utter.  You know he’s about to snap, the way he’s tugging at the rope. Did you purposefully tie them poorly? Maybe. You continue this slow agonizing pace, for him anyway, you were enjoying this. You continue your motions, feeling pressure build in your abdomen. Micheal was glaring at you. He hated this. He wants you to have your hands tied, with him pounding into you like an animal, and you knew this. This was torture for him, watching you please yourself, with your small hands? Please he could do so much better. He knew what you liked, hell loved in bed. How to get you to cry for him. You close your eyes, basking in the pleasure, the slow sensual pleasure. Suddenly you hear a snap, you open your eyes, the bed post is broken, Micheal has gotten out of the rope. Fuck. You're screwed. You feel his hands on your hips and he slams you down onto his dick. He switches so he’s on top, you're beneath him, where you should be. He grabs your wrists, takes the rope that he broke out of and ties your hands together.  “You're going to regret teasing me.” He whispers in your ear. You shudder with excitement. This is exactly what you wanted, and Micheal knew this. He starts thrusting into you, his hands holding your hips in place to make sure you can’t move away as he slams into you. One of his hands goes to your clit, going in rough circular motions.  “Michael! Don’t stop!” You mutter, like he planned to. He continues his rough pace until you're squeezing him. “I’m c-cumming!” You stutter, coating his cock in your juices. He continues to fuck you, not slowing. He drops his head to the crook of your neck, he starts biting and sucking, making you whimper. God how he loved those sounds. He leaves hickies and bite marks galore, he moves to your chest, sucking on your nipples, knowing it was a more sensitive part of your body. You whine, feeling that pressure build up.  “Mikey, I-I’m g-gonna cum a-again.” You whimper. He nods, you know this is what you get for teasing.  He doesn't slow down, only continues the onslaught on your body. You feel the pressure build, build and then, he gets deep enough, hitting the right spot, sending you over the edge. 

“M-Michael!” You whimper, clenching around him, making him groan. Soon his thrusts get sloppy and he dips into your ear, your name falling from his lips, as he cums. You're panting and you see a sly smirk on his face. Before you get a word out he resumes his harsh thrusts. Michael leans down and whispers, “This is what you get, you're going to cum until I’m satisfied.” This is the most vocal he's ever been, you whine as he continues to slam into you. He smirks as you whimper and whine. 

“Whine for me, slut.” He mutters in your ear, his voice making you clench. He starts a rough pace on your clit making you gasp. You can't find the words to let him know your cumming again.

“Mi-Micha-” You can’t even form a sentence, he chuckles.

“Look at you, my baby is all dumb hm? Did I fuck you dumb?” He asks. All you can do is nod and whimper, his voice making you wetter. 

“Of course I did.” He whispers, his arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer to him. You smirk dumbly as he lifts you up by your waists and thrusts into you, hitting that bundle of nerves making you squeal. He continues to hit it. Positioning himself to always hit that bundle of nerves, over and over. You can feel that same feeling building in your gut. Before you could get any words out your coating his cock and he adores watching you come undone underneath him. The way you whimper and your squirming. God, he loved it. He kept thrusting and soon became sloppy, you knew he was getting close. With three thrusts he comes in you, his grip on your hips tightening and holding you in place. Once he finished he pulled out and looked down at you. To him you look like a piece of art, covered in hickies, bite marks, bruises, and his cum leaking out of you. You watch him walk away. You're too exhausted to ask, your brain fuzzy. A few minutes later he comes back with a rag and starts carefully cleaning you. It felt nice, the warm water on your sensitive skin, it was relaxing. Once he finishes cleaning you up, he holds you, a little awkwardly. He wasn’t used to giving affection. But you were very content with his aftercare. He’s a work in progress. Soon you feel sleep take you, falling asleep in Michaels arms. 

[thedepressedespresso]

My frustrations kick in y'all 😊😊😊

I've decided on it now. If I can't find Dom reader x sub slashers THEN I WILL COOK IT MYSELF LIKE HEAR ME OUT. READER ALSO BEING A SLASHER AND KNOWS HOW TO MAN-HANDLING SOME B*TCH-A$$.

By the way this is the first time I write smut or NSFW so I'm sorry if it's bad 👉👈

Summary: Slashers with a Dom amab s/o man-handling them(except for Jason, Bubba and Thomas they deserve praise and gentleness instead).

Trigger warning: Dom AMAB reader, first time writing smut/NSFW, reader man-handling these beefy murderous men, murders, slightly sadistic reader, unhealthy(?) sh-ts, maybe some masochist k!nks with the slashers, some part would mention reader being a killer.

Prepare for: cock-warming, s&m, dacryphilia, rough sex, blood kinks, choking, men tiddies, bruises, reader has ten inch cock, praise kink, cream pie, possibly hate-sex, angry sex, marking(biting & hickeys)

Michael Myers -

Man tried to kill you, but then boom you overpowered him and fucked him instead, and so he got addicted.

He loves the way you tackled him onto the ground, pinning him down there, his legs folded over your shoulders while you snapped your hips onto him mercilessly.

And his boner will get harder if you choke him.

You can also listen to his heavy breathing under his mask, his silent grunts and quiet moan.

I gave you a ten inch cock so you're welcome.

After that, he will stalk you everyday until you decide to fuck him again.

You both have blood kinks.

I would like to think Michael will try to assert dominance over you and gets you more frustrated and fuck him more harder.

Will gladly let you pull and pinch his nipples harshly.

Imagine him shivering underneath you while you mark his chest and your cock slamming deep into him. 😩😩😩

Imagine when you pulled out of him while you were finished. Your thick cum leaking from his hole and he lifts his head up at you, trembling. And you could see his pleading eyes under his mask.

His neck, shoulder and chest are all over with bite marks and hickeys from you. You could see the bruises forming on his hips that come from your strong grip on them.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT MMMMMMM-

Brahms Heelshire -

Man is a brat, I wouldn't be surprised if he was left on his bed exhausted badly, his hips all swollen with your seed dripping down from his hole.

Man will start frustrating you on purpose just to fuck him.

Imagine if he was begging while he was sitting on your lap, legs wrapped around your waist as you pounded into him MMMMMMM-

But don't be too harsh though, give him a few praises about how good he is at taking your ten inch cock 🥰🥰

You would actually give him some aftercare though. Which you're kinda clumsy at it-

Ruffles his hair and buries your face onto while fucking him HRMGHHHHH-

Imagine listening to him begging you to either go harder if you're teasing him but then crying for you to slow down when you get rougher with him.

Would love it if you wrapped your arms around him when fucking him.

Give him some smooches the next morning though. And don't forget to take care of him because thanks to you his legs give up and his hips would hurt a lot.

Bo Sinclair -

I can see you completely messing this man up.

I don't think he'll sink in very fast at first. I bet he'll tease you about you being not rough enough, which he's going to regret about it later.

Imagine he goes from a cocky, confident and bratty man to an exhausted, crying mess underneath you.

Imagine him screaming and crying for you to slow down, his back arching while you slammed deep into him mercilessly. You gripped onto his hips and his legs wrapped around your waist desperately.

But do give him a little aftercare(I think he would rather take care of himself) and comforting reassurances or this experience will become his biggest humiliation in life.

Don't mention it to his brothers, please.

And even if he did enjoy being man-handled like this by you, he would never admitted it.

Unless he wanted another round.

Jason Voorhees -

He's one of the exceptions.

Maybe like pinning him onto the bed, holding onto his wrists besides him while you thrust into him.

GIVE HIM PRAISES AND SMOOCHES DURING IT.

I swear please I know he's a tough guy that always takes lots of attacks from his victims when hunting them BUT PLEASE BE GENTLE WITH HIM-

He loves you, so you're returning the love to him.

Would gets horny and can't help himself to fantasy about you fucking him when you're killing some victims that steps into the camp.

SMOOCH AND KISS HIS BIG MAN TIDDIES.

Give him aftercare when you're done. Giving him smooches, praising him while cleaning him up. HRGHHHH-

Billy Lenz -

He fucking asked for it so ye-

He would love it if you choked him while slamming into him hard and deep, he would cries, scream and moans in pleasure as you fucked him roughly.

I'd like to believe he's a masochist.

Mf once sliced your face just to anger you to fuck him, and it succeeded.

Bite him and mark him, gripping his hips so hard that he'll be bruised while his sources of breathing gets cut off by your strong palm holding a tight grip on his neck.

Ah yes another blood kinks.

Passed out after he orgasmed. Which you just left him there.

Bubba Sawyer -

Also one of the exceptions.

LIKE HE'S JUST A SOFT BABY BOY HRHEJJEHSH-

Imagine squeezing onto his chubby soft body, while you slowly thrust into him, whispering soft praises to him.

Imagine him babbling and making few soft moans and whines and giving you some sloppy kiss HURGRHEH-

Please don't push your whole ten inch cock into him though you'll break him if you go too deep.

COCK WARMING WITH BUBBA HEHEJHEHS-

Squeezes, kisses and suck on his nipples gently. Holy shit I can imagine it as a whole experience in heaven.

PRAISE HIM, PRAISE HIM AND HE'LL BE SO HAPPY HEUHSHSGSH-

Give him aftercare, cleaning him up and holding onto him gently and lovingly. Whispering praise into his ears will made he melts into your embrace again.

Don't mention this to his brothers though. Cause you know Bubba definitely won't like the teasing from them.

Thomas Hewitt -

Another exceptions.

Like Bubba, BE GENTLE WITH HIM PLEASE.

But I think he can take your ten inch cock fully into him though so-

Praise him about how good he was at taking your whole length, and about how handsome and hot he is right now.

COWGIRL POSE WITH THOMAS CAUSE YES

Wouldn't mind and would gladly let you mark his tiddies up.

Imagine him groaning and moaning your name quietly while bouncing on your cock.

He would ask for you to be a LITTLE faster though.

Give him aftercare, smooches and praise him.

And of course don't mention this to his family, especially Hoyt.

...

Man I went coo coo crazy didn't I?

[ghostfacesvalentine]

First time - Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nsfw, dom/sub dynamic, sort of ddlg? No non con, but reader begging to slow down bc overstim, mmm i dunno.

Type: blurp

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: No prompt, just smut abt when or how reader came to call the muse “Daddy” for the first time.

Notes: I mainly just kind of included muses I would think to be the more dominant ones, at least ones that I could write easily for. Maybe I’ll make another one, idk. So sorry if your fav didn’t make the cut ily.

Michael Myers: Honestly what else was there to call him. As soon as you saw him, the way he towered over you as you looked up to him helplessly. It was no different from when he was tangling his mangled fingers into your scalp, gripping whatever amount of hair he could. Looking down to you through the holes of his mask as you felt him deeper you could almost swear you were going to split. “Daddy.” You repeated like a prayer as he’d hit the right spot, feeling your legs flinch deliciously as your folds clenched around him. Even after creaming all over him, you repeating his new nickname would only cause him to pin you down to the floorboards even if you’re screaming and begging him to slow down because you were overstimulated. Michael would be absolutely feral.

Billy Loomis: Kind of has a softer approach, but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be any less torturous. It’s almost like he’s trying to get it out of you. Billy knew when he lusted for you across the classroom that he’d have you in a puddle of your own arousal in no time. Bonus points if you’re shy. He’d be gentle at first, running his finger tips all across your tender spots, watching you intensely, so much so it makes you kind of uneasy at first. Still, to be sitting on a picnic table, exposed to him as you were, there was something so hot about it. When his fingertips plunge into you after almost a half hour of sloppy wet kisses, you were stunned at the self control he managed to have. After a few pumps he traces your arousal around the outer parts of your folds, with a devilish smile when he notices your pout. “Daddy please” You beg, your hand gripping onto his wrist. Something in him flicks, he has you exactly where he wants you. “Please what kitten?”

Patrick Bateman: He’s used to making all the calls, you always trusted that he knew best. Sometimes it felt like Patrick liked to make all the shots more than he lead on, but that didn’t mean he didn’t annoy you at times. “Don’t forget we have that dinner reservation at 7. I don’t like to eat much later than that, it messes with my schedule.” He’d call out from across the room as he worked on his button up. Rolling your eyes as you were trying to make your makeup work. “Yes daddy.” It takes him a second to register before you feel him behind you, his hand wrapping around the front of your throat. He didn’t understand what came over him, but all he knew was that if he wanted to see you pout, he wanted it to be because he was making you hold back your orgasm. Grabbing you by your throat and pulling you back against his chest, his free hand would make of your panties. “What a fucking brat.” He’d mumble into the side of your head as he’d expose you in front of the mirror you were getting ready before.

Poison Ivy: Calling her daddy probably wouldn’t be the best idea, but she would know what you meant. Sometimes it would just slip out and she understood. Ivy would even use it as an excuse to prolong your orgasm. “Daddy, please, I can’t” You’d cry out as you clenched for the fourth time in a row, afraid you had nothing left in you. Lifting your head to see Ivy’s lustful smile as you came undone so pretty, you knew she wasn’t stopping any time soon. “Oh baby, when will you learn that’s not my name.” She’d hush into your neck as her tongue would make work of your sensitive spots. Her free hand would plunge into your open cry-filled mouth to muffle your moans of the nickname. That’s the only time she didn’t want to hear it, but she can’t help but keep you riding your waves of pleasure.

Steve Rogers: He’s already kind of a kinky boy, as soon as he saw you, he was fantasying of you in a short skirt and over the knee socks, picking you up and pounding mercilessly into you as you screamed for him that it was too much, but you both knew it felt too good to stop. It wouldn’t be long for you to find yourself in that position. Steve’s super serum made it all the easier to pick you up effortlessly to keep you from squirming away as you felt his dick plunge deeper into you causing your eyes to roll back into your head. “Daddy, okay- Please-” You’d cry out, not knowing what you wanted, just knowing all you knew was Steve. With every thrust, he just became more unhinged, then when he felt your folds clench around him as you squirted all over him, seeing your eyes fumble out tears, you both knew “Steve” was no longer his name to you.

Bucky Barnes: Kind of similar to Steve, but not so much. He’s a tiny bit more gentle. Bucky would rather have you coming undone onto him, watching your eyes beg for him to keep going, hitting that spot his fingers graze when they curl a certain way. Seeing you clench your nails into his arm as you cream for the third time and whimper out “Daddy” with swollen lips and tear-filled eyes, not looking away from him. “Come on baby, another one for daddy, you know I love your pretty pies” Dirty words would flow effortlessly from his lips, he’d leave so many pretty marks on your neck as you whined out his new nickname.

Loki Laufeyson: He’d catch you in a vulnerable position, mainly focused on making you orgasm. “What is it sweetheart? Like that?” He’d almost mock as you nod, indicating his fingers were helping you. “Sorry what was that?” He’d ask, frowning as he’d look to meet your eyes, when you wouldn’t, he’d take his hands from your core, causing you to whine. “No, daddy, please I need it.” You’d beg, grabbing onto his wrists and pulling him back to where he was. Any other time this would be unacceptable, but he wanted to see you undone so bad. More than that, he wanted to hear you again, so he’d work with his fingers, then remove them, or slow down only to hear you whimper out “Daddy-” Your frustration causing you to meet his eyes, almost angry “I wanna cum on your hands.”

Cloud Strife: By no means would it be intentional, but when he’s pounding into you, your face digging into the mattress as his head is hitting your g spot, you couldn’t help but whine out “Daddy, like- like that” Which only makes him grab your hips and bring them closer to his, digging his dick further into you. He must be doing something right if you’re breathlessly crying out. Not to mention, he’d take it as praise and I would infer that he has a praise kink. When you wouldn’t moan any more, he’d grab a fistful of your hair and bring you back up to him “Do I stop?” He’d tease as his face met your damp cheek.

Bruce Wayne: You’d be begging to get his attention, crawling onto his lap, usually you weren’t this demanding, but you yearned to feel his warm hands on your body, it didn’t matter where. He put up less of a fight, you both knew climbing onto his lap or trying to get his attention while he was investigating was a big no no. Somehow you felt like maybe he wanted you to keep going too. You felt your sensitive spot graze onto his lap as you pulled yourself closer to him. “Daddy, please I wanna play.” You mumbled out, not knowing what his reaction would be, then feeling an abrupt shift, his hands landing onto your hips, planting you onto his bulge. You saw the twinkle in his eye, not knowing where it really came from until he’s pushing his dick as far as your fold would let him, bent over his desk in the bat cave “thought baby wanted to play?” He’d mumble to you as he’d pull your hair all together in a fist to pull you back by.

Jason Todd: Honestly, just meeting him and you kind of knew that was him. It was when you were giving him the silent treatment that he pulled you onto his lap, holding you still against his growing bulge “What’s wrong bunny?” He’d mumble as he would try to find your eyes. This being your first time being handled by him, you felt your center puddle, then throb when you felt your sensitive parts grind so gently against his bulge. Pursing your bottom lip, you found the courage to look him in the eyes only to see his lips curl into a smile. Jason would nonchalantly rock your hips back and forth on his lap, acting as if he was still trying to get an answer out of you. “Did I do something?” He’d ask as if he didn’t know what he was doing. “Daddy please-” You’d surrender, pleading to feel anything else but your arousal stain your clothes.

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SLASHERS X MALE!READER

nsfw headcannons!?

Michael Myers:

BDSM to the extreme, knifes, rope, maybe murder

he would not be gentle, he doesn't care how much you hate rough sex he will go 10x harder to spite you

he will in fact cut you up, but not to deep, he doesn't want you dead

not one to focus on your pleasure, don't expect him to give you head.. not even a hand job

if you finish isn't his concern BUTTT

if you do, he kinda gets off on it, in a way, he just likes how helpless you seem when you come

silent.. if he isn't close he won't make any noise, the only reason you know he's enjoying it is the fact he's hard

not prone to start any sexual advances, he leaves that to you

his libedo is low but it exists, and when he is in the mood hes throwing you over his shoulder and speed walking to the bed

his aftercare in non existent, the most he'll do is rub you're head and wonder off afterwards

Jason Vorhees:

gentle giant! he let's you top, whether that be you riding him or fucking him yourself is for you to decide

he loves to see you on top of him, please use him for yourself he doesn't mind

the louder you moan and the more cute facial expressions you make the better

is not afraid to help you out all through out the day, he lives to make you happy

the more pleasure he can give you the happier he is, feels bad and may even cry if you don't finish when you two are having sex

he doenst think to focus on his own pleasure so you'll have to do that yourself

suck him off, please, he is desperate

the bliss he feels from it is unmatched, he'll whimper and whine and try his best not to jerk up into your mouth, he doenst wanna make you gag

speaking of that hes BIG, alot of prep will be needed, and he losses it when you prep yourself infront of him, fingering your hole refusing to let him touch you until you're done drives him mad

with aftercare he is so gentle and soft he'll rub his masked face in your neck and snuggle you close, refusing to get up until hes had enough hugs and kisses from you

Brahms Heelshire:

a real sub-y brat, he expects you to take care of all his needs

hes hypersexual to the extreme, all throughout the day he'll stop you just so he can get head

and hes mean with it, forcing himself deeper down you're throat until you're gagging, but he'll give you a thank you kiss so its okay :)

with sex he wants to bottom 100% of the time, he loves the feeling of you in him, the deeper you go the louder his demands get

he wants you to finish inside him atleast 2 times, he's spoiled and wants alot from you, he wont stop until he's full of you

hes a high pitch moaner, and he refuses to quiet down unless you gag him

he loves when you discipline him, overstim him until he's shaking, he would kill for it

he also loves praise, call him your good boy, tell him how good he makes you feel, pet his head, do anything like that and hes whining

a big biter, he leaves bite marks all over you as a claim, he wants you to know you're his

his aftercare is dependent on you, he's also so tired afterwards he wants you to praise him some more and coddle him until he falls asleep

Bubba Sawyer (leather face):

desperate hypersexual man, if brahms is hyper sexual this man is hyperly obsessed with sex

he wants multiple rounds a day, all through out the day, at least a couple of handjobs to hold him off until he can have you fully

hes been caught by you humping pillows desperately trying to get off, he is always so horny

hes never had someone to give him a helping hand so hes verryy greatful for you, he uses you all through out the day

he can dry hump you for the rest of his life if he could, he just loves the feeling he gets from you

sex with him is very fast and messy, hes humping you, trying to go deeper than possible in you, and all around making a huge mess of both of you

he loves to give to though! you're pleasure is all he cares about sometimes, he wants to give you the best mind blowing sloppy top you've ever experienced, he could spend hours between you're legs

he perfers to top during sex, doggy style is his favorite, he loves to grip you're hips and just go until you're legs are useless, to make it up he carries you around though! hes not a monster

he does have a monster size though, and it never fits fully but he tries his best to make it

aftercare is very good, he rushes you to shower with him, he scrubs your back and kisses you until you're lips are bruised, all this while he's trying to babble out praise, he's so cute

happy Halloween:3

[websterss]

𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝟐/𝟐 — 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: After that Halloween night, you have to wait a whole year to touch and hold Corey again.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, fluff, mentions of death.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,142

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Corey Cunningham x fem!Reader  

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓  

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

You had imagined how your Halloween night could have gone, but you never would have guessed receiving a call from Corey’s mother crying how he had been arrested for manslaughter. You could have laughed right then and there when you heard her speak into the phone, but after further explaining that Mrs. Allen’s son Jeremy was dead. The brat you had mocked and gotten angry with for taking Corey away from your traditional night of horror films. Well, it felt like a massive slap across the face, and now the repercussions were being faced by Corey.

You weren’t prepared for the aftermath that struck. After Michael Myers disappeared, everyone shifted their fear and hatred towards your best friend. Someone who you knew to be good and pure hearted. Your Corey. Your introverted and socially awkward best friend was now labeled and considered Haddonfield’s new boogeyman, their new freak. It wasn’t fair.

You had reached for the telephone on the hook the same time as he did. You offered a smile as you greeted the dork you loved so much.

“Hey, bitch.” Your tone was soft and not at all harsh. He didn’t need you teasing him while doing a year. He needed you, needed a familiar face, and you were just that.

“H-Hey, stupid.” He teared up. A hearty laugh falling past his lips. You pressed the phone closer to your ear wanting to hear more of his voice. You let your eyes roam, taking in the new bruise painting the left side of his cheek and a cut on his chapped lips. He looked worse than when he did during your last visit. You didn’t want to bring attention to it, no matter how much it pained you. So you averted your gaze north. His hair was an unruly mess of curls. You hadn’t seen his natural hair ever since he discovered hair gel. Yet you knew inmates weren’t exactly living or being treated luxuriously.

“I see you let off on the hair gel.” You teased him. Your free hand played with the cord of the phone. “I like the curls. You should let your hair naturally be.”

“Yeah?” He perked up, subconsciously running a hand through his hair. “I-I was going for something different.”

“Oh yeah?” You played along. “Well, at least you didn’t shave it all off. I don’t think I could handle you without your hair.”

“I don’t think I could either…” He trailed off looking down.

Another thing you had noticed. “Hey, what happened to your glasses?” You slowly scooted your hand against the glass dividing you two.

Corey couldn’t meet your eyes.

“Corey?” You grew worried.

“They broke them…” He finally said.

“They? As in the ones who did that to you?” You couldn’t let it go. Not when he was suffering. You raised your arm higher tapping the spot where your finger aligned with his cheek.

“It doesn’t even hurt-“ Corey began to deny. Shaking his head for your sake.

“Cut the bullshit, Corey. Your pain is valid. If you’re hurting, then tell me.”

Corey slowly raised his head. He bit his lip. Then slowly gave in. His small nod in confirmation was all you needed. You closed your eyes.

“I hate this! I hate seeing you in pain. It’s not fair!” You exclaimed.

“It’s just two more months.” He reminded you.

“Yeah…”

“How are you?”

You looked up and narrowed your eyes. “I’m not the one behind bars Corey. I’m okay, really. How are you?” Here you were doing your avoidance thing. You weren’t here to talk about you.

“No seriously, tell me anything. It’ll make my day. What did you eat for breakfast?” He leaned foward pressing his head on the glass.

You sighed. “Breakfast?”

“Mmhm.” Corey nodded, urging you to go on.

“You know those chocolate chip pancakes with the-“

“Whip cream and syrup. God, that sounds so good!” He beamed. “You’ll have to make me some when I get out.”

You nodded furiously. Tearing up as you placed your hand flat against the glass. Corey leaned back and placed his hand flat over yours. “I’ll make you all the pancakes in the world…and so much more.” You gave a small smile. “God, I miss your touch. I just want to hug you so bad.”

“Two more months, peaches. Think you can wait till then?”

“We’ve made it this far right?” You beamed. “I’ll pick you up. I may or may not have gotten the car I’ve been wanting.”

“No way!” Corey’s mouth was agape.

“Yeah!” You spent the rest of your visiting hours talking about everything and anything, not wanting to let the conversation die down. You cherished every second with Corey.

Before you knew it those two remaining months had passed and Corey was let out. His heart skipped when the gate slid open and there you were perched up against your car. Your smile reached your eyes as he ran up to you. Enveloping you in a massive hug. His face falling into the crook of your neck. Inhaling your signature scent, and finally letting himself relax. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders pushing him against you closer. Your hands gripped and held onto his locks. You melted into his arms as he placed several pecks on your neck, then a few against your temple.

“Let’s get you home yeah, you stink?”

“Do I?” He smirked. Smelling into his elbow of his blue jacket. Then opening the flap and pulling you into it. You shoved him playfully trying to get away, but you wanted nothing more than to hold him longer. You were at arms length but something in you told you to finally take the first initiative. The first step into what you were holding back on. After a year of not being able to touch and hold Corey. You knew then and there you didn’t want to befriend that feeling ever again. It sucked ass, and now you were given a second chance to start something with him. You reached up and gripped the lapels of his jacket. Tugging them down. Corey followed and sighed as your lips molded together. Corey reached and let his hands roam your body, as you tugged and pulled on him and his locks.

“I meant what I said that night…” You pressed a hand on Corey’s chest to stop him in the midst of chasing your lips. “You’re mine.”

“Yours?” He hummed in amusement.

“I don’t want to lose you again.”

“You won’t. I promise you.” Satisfied with his response. You smirked, leaning forward to tug on his bottom lip. Corey tried to take a nip of yours, but you only teased and made him chase you some more.

“No more brats, okay.”

“No more brats.” He agreed, melting in your arms as he pressed your waist against your car’s hood.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Fright Night

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Reader beware, you're in for a scare 👻

Synopsis: The annual Private Garden Halloween party doesn't go exactly as planned when Shloob doesn't realize the location he picked for the party is actually haunted

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by my baby @softtcurse 😘💕

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“I found the perfect place to go before our Halloween party.” Shloob confessed as PG were all sitting around waiting for him to say where they were going.

Every year PG hosted a Halloween party and it would rotate every year who was responsible for finding a location for it and from there everyone would set up everything and invites would be sent out at the beginning of October.

“And where is that?” Yasmin curiously asked from her spot on the couch next to Urban.

“It’s called Terror Heights and it’s an amusement park that’s Halloween themed.”

“I-..... now you already know that I do not do scary shit like that.” 2fo said while looking over at him and shaking his head.

“Stop being scared, it’s going to be fun.”

“Fun? By whose standards? I’m not interested in someone chasing me with a chainsaw!” Quiiso said while looking at Shloob. 

“What the….? It says that they can come close to you, but they can’t touch you on the website.”

“I think we should go, it’ll be fun and then we can go to the mansion and have the Halloween party.”

“I don’t know about this. Why do I have such an uneasy feeling?”

“Because you’re a big baby who can’t go anywhere without her husband.” Ace answered while looking over at you.

“And? What about it? I have absolutely no shame. And does everyone have their costumes? We might as well wear them to the amusement park so that way we don’t have to worry about changing.”

“Yes! I’m going as Brat doll!” Luna exclaimed and Yasmin was immediately on board with that idea.

“Oooh, I did that last year. I’m going for a cowgirl and of course Urban is going as a cowboy.”

“So you can ride him like a rodeo later?” You asked while wiggling your eyebrows.

“Y/N!!!!”

“What? I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true! Shit, I’m about to do the same thing to Jack!”

“Here yall fucking go! Will yall cut it out just for tonight?”

“No.” You and Jack said both at the same time and he leaned over to kiss your forehead.

“Well I’m going as Captain America.” 2fo said and you smiled. The two of you had been doing some serious binge watching when it came to Marvel movies as of lately.

“I’m going as Audrey from Little Shop of Horrors.” Nicole added and you smiled with that being one of your favorite movies.

“Mine is simple. Michael Myers. A classic.” Ace said while smiling. 

“I’m going as Prince. I got a whole wig and everything.”

“Shloob, I look forward to seeing that. You wearing the heels too?”

“You’ll find out later. No spoilers.”

“I’m surprised Jack and baby girl aren’t going as a pad and a tampon.” 

“SIGMAAAAAA!” Urban yelled and everyone busted out laughing. 

“What are you two even going as?” Quiiso asked while looking over at the two of you.

“I got me a Georgia peach just like Bowser.”

“MARIO AND PRINCESS PEACH! I LOVE IT!”  Yasmin exclaimed. 

“I’m going as MJ.”

“Michael Jordan or Michael Jackson?”

“Heehee bitches!”

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you Nemo?” You said as you busted out laughing.

“Okay Quiiso that just leaves you. What are you going as?”

“Hamburglar from McDonalds!”

“I can’t wait to take pictures.”

.All of you were now walking into the amusement park ready to explore and you were holding onto Jack’s hand for dear life.

“Baby? Don’t tell me you’re scared already?”

“Shut up, Jackman. Not helping.”

“I’m going to be with you the entire time, mamas. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Will you two come on?! Yall are slowing us down already and Yasmin! Who told you to wear them tall ass heels to the amusement park? Ma’am what if we have to run?”

“A bitch can run in heels just fine and besides, Y/N’s heels are taller than mine!”

“I had to look cute!”

“Which you do baby.” Jack said as he leaned down to kiss you.

“CUT.THE.SHIT.NEOW!”

“Okay, is that the house of mirrors? Let’s go.”

“No, the fuck I’m not.”

“What the hell is wrong with yall? Nothing bad is going to happen, come on.”

Everyone followed Shloob into the house of mirrors and you spent time making funny faces at Luna who was laughing at you.

“Damn Y/N, this mirror captures your actual height.”

“Fuck all the way off 2fo before I kick your ass.” You said while you laughed and playfully pushed him. 

Once all of you exited the house of mirrors, everyone was looking around for Nemo or should we say Michael Jackson.

“Where is Nemo?” You asked while looking around at the group and everyone shrugged.

“I coulda swore he was right behind me.”

“SEE??! I KNEW IT! THEY ABOUT TO PICK US OFF ONE BY ONE! WE ABOUT TO DIE!”

“Dramatic much, 2fo?”

“But we seriously need to find him. No man left behind.”

“Shit, it’s every man for his fucking self. Ain’t nobody tell his ass to get lost.”

“NICOLE!”

“DID I LIE!?!”

“Somebody has to go back in and get him.”

“Over my dead body. Somebody call him because issa no for me dawg.”

“Yall are terrible.” You said while whipping out your phone from your bra.

“Damn, Y/N, what else you got in there?”

“That concerns my husband and no one else. And my weed is in there” You said as you were now dialing Nemo’s number.

Straight to voicemail.

“I don’t understand, it went straight to voicemail.”

“Oh shit, here we go.”

“Will everyone calm down and act like they have some sense? Jack, go back and get him.”

“WHAT?! WHY ME?”

“NO! YOU AREN’T SENDING MY HUSBAND OFF TO BE KILLED!”

“WHY ARE YALL SO DRAMATIC? IT IS LITERALLY A BUNCH OF MIRRORS!”

“Then you go, Luna!”

“Fine!”

Just as Luna was about to turn around and go back, Nemo came from around the corner stuffing his face with cotton candy.

“Are you serious?! Where the hell did you go?!”

“To get cotton candy obviously.”

“And you didn’t think to tell us?! Or get us any?!”

“No, yall got legs and can walk over there just like I did.”

“I’m done with yall, anyway can we keep going? What’s that up ahead?”

“Don’t know but I saw a clown and Quiiso does not do clowns.”

“Why are you referring to yourself in the third person?”

“Does it matter? I SAW A CLOWN!”

“OMG I SHOULD HAVE DRESSED UP LIKE PENNYWISE, YOU’LL FLOAT TOO BITCH!”

“Y/N!!!”

“And Jack could dress up like Georgie. Oh yes, next year babe we’re doing it.”

“Oh, so I take it he didn’t even know about the other costume?” Yasmin asked you while raising her eyebrows.

“What other costume?” Jack curiously asked as everyone was making their way over to the haunted house.

“Umm…”

“She was going to be a dominatrix.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Well umm baby you still technically can do it later. I’m definitely down with the idea.”

“I-... will you two behave?!” Nicole exclaimed as screams were now heard from the haunted house in front of all of you.

“Nope.” You said as you hid behind Jack and Yasmin hid behind Urban.

“A bunch of babies, I swear. Let’s go!” Nicole said, trying to pry your fingers from around Jack’s waist.

“NO! YOU DON’T HEAR THEM SCREAMING?!”

“No one has died! Come on!”

“But how do you know that?”

“You are about to cut off your husband’s circulation from holding him so tight!”

“Fine.” You loosened your grip and followed behind Nicole while still holding Jack’s hand.

“Welcome to Terror Heights and I hope you enjoy your stay.” a lady who was dressed up as the corpse bride said as all of you entered into the house.

“Jack, you go first!”

“Yall been throwing me under the bus all night! Why the hell do I have to go first?!”

“Because you’re the tallest!”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?!”

“All of you out of my way.” Nicole stated and moved to the front with you and Jack following close behind.

It was quiet for a few minutes and all of you were beginning to feel uneasy.

“Nah, it’s too quiet. Some shit about to pop off.” 2fo said while looking around.

Just then you heard the familiar sound of a chainsaw.

“OH HELL NO!”

The next thing you knew, a guy with a chainsaw was literally running behind all of you.

Shloob fell, Nemo tripped over him, Luna was nowhere to be found and you figure that she ran off awhile ago, Yasmin was screaming and ditched Urban and ran for her life with Urban yelling at her that she left him, Quiiso and 2fo were trying to duck and dodge the dude with the chainsaw, and Ace was doing mission impossible rolls on the floor while you, Jack and Nicole took off running leaving everyone else behind.

“I AM NEVER FUCKING DOING THIS AGAIN!” You said as you were now running with one hand holding your dress and your shoes in your other hand.

“Almost there, AHHH SHIT GO FASTER! HE’S COMING, HE’S COMING!” Nicole said and she didn’t have to tell you twice. 

All three of you found the door that exited the house and led back out to the amusement park and Nicole immediately pushed it open with the two of you tumbling out behind her.

“That’s it. I want to leave NEOW!”

“Imma kill Shloob.”

It was about ten minutes before the rest of PG and Yasmin came out looking distraught.

“How the fuck did yall just leave us?!”

“You and Nemo fell. It’s every man for himself!”

“And Yasmin just left Urban to fend for himself.”

“Look, he wasn’t moving fast enough for me. I was like see you on the other side, hopefully.”

—

The annual Private Garden house party was now underway at the location that Shloob picked and everything was going perfectly. From the spooky alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks you made, bobbing for apples, finger foods that were shaped like actual body parts and the amazing decorations, you were pretty proud of yourself.

“Baby girl?”

“Yes, smush?” You asked as you turned towards Jack and he looked a little uneasy.

“Umm do you get like a weird feeling being in this house?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean something about it just feels off to me.”

“Don’t tell me my baby is paranoid.” You said while eyeing him. 

“Nah babe. I’m serious, something doesn’t seem right.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Come on and try to have fun.” You said while reaching up to kiss his cheek and going back over to where Luna, Yasmin, and Nicole were.

“Nas! Who are you dressed as?” Druski asked, clearly confused.

“Ice Spice! You can’t tell?”

“Obviously not, that’s why I asked.”

“And who are you?”

“Drake, obviously.”

“I-... I don’t see it. You look like the security guard I saw at the hotel the other day.”

“NAS!”

“WHAT? WHAT I SAY?”

“Have yall noticed that the lights have been flickering on and off since we got here?”

“It is an old house.”

“But, something feels weird.” Luna said while looking around and taking in her surroundings.

“I said the same thing.” Jack confessed while looking over at her.

“Yall stop trying to scare me. You know how I am.” You said while eyeing the both of them.

“Baby, that is the last thing I’m trying to do, I just…”

“Umm so when I was dropping off things here earlier in the week, I would set them in one spot and when I came back they would be somewhere else.”

“Oh hell nah, absolutely not.”

“And this place is not too bad during the day time but it still felt weird and creepy so I knew that this would be the perfect place to have the party.”

“I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight.”

“You weren’t sleeping anyway because I’m tearing that ass up later.” Jack said before leaning down to kiss you. 

“Got damn it! Not now!”

“She has to put her dominatrix outfit to good use! Jack you just might cum in your pants when you see her in it.”

“YASMIN!”

“WHAT?! SHE LOOKS SO GOOD IN IT! WHAT DO I HAVE TO LIE FOR? SHE HAS A WHIP AND CHAINS!”

“What is this about a dominatrix outfit I hear?” Clay said while making his way over to where everyone was.

“Favorite Harlow child!”

“No, no, and no. Back up from my Georgia peach NEOW!”

“It's not my fault she loves me more.”

“You wish.”

“She confessed this info months ago.”

“Okay, you two calm down.”

“Imma beat his ass later.”

—

It was now around 3 am and a few of you were cleaning up and taking down decorations that you wanted to use for next year. You and Jack were gathering things up to take them to the car when the unexpected happened. 

"Baby…. Did you? Did you see that?"

"Mm hmm and you know good and damn well black people don't do ghosts."

“I told you that something wasn’t right about this place.”

“We need to hurry up and get out of here, now. I am not for the nonsense tonight.”

Jack made his way to the front door and tried to open it with no success.

“Baby, the door isn’t opening.”

“What do you mean?!”

“IT’S NOT OPENING! AT ALL!”

“FUCK I HATE THIS. I HATE THIS SO MUCH.”

Everyone came to see what all of the commotion was and you explained to them what was going on and what had happened. 

You took it upon yourself to pull up your phone and do a little research and when you had finished reading a few articles, you wanted to kill Shloob. 

"SHLOOB THIS PLACE IS ACTUALLY HAUNTED?!? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?!? WE GAVE YOU ONE DAMN JOB!" You screamed and everyone began to freak out. 

"I DIDN’T KNOW! THE REVIEWS WERE GOOD!"

"THE REVIEWS!?!? SHLOOB YOU DIDN’T SCROLL DOWN FAR ENOUGH! PEOPLE HAVE SAID TO STAY AWAY FROM HERE!"

"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" 

"DRUSKI SHUT UP! NO WE AREN'T!"

"THE DOOR ISN'T FUCKING OPENING SO HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET OUT?!"

"Y/N! FLASH THE GHOST!"

"QUIISO THAT HAS TO BE THE DUMBEST THING THAT YOU HAVE EVER FUCKING SAID AND MY WIFE  ISN'T FLASHING ANYBODY BUT ME!"

"WHAT IF THE GHOST IS A GIRL?!"

"WHO KNOWS SHE MIGHT BE A LESBIAN!"

"WILL EVERYONE STOP YELLING AND LET’S THINK FOR A SECOND!" You said while trying to calm everyone down.

“WHAT IS THERE TO THINK ABOUT? WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!”

“DRUSKI GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!”

“Okay so apparently the ghost who haunts this place is named Amelia Wallace. She passed away here and apparently her husband went off to war and never came back and she was pregnant and a whole bunch of other shit but yeah.”

“I don’t care about her fucking back story, I want to go home!”

“Oh shit and it’s the witching hour! It’s 3 am.”

“It was nice knowing yall. I had a good twenty something years on this earth.”

“Luna! Quit it!”

“We just have to figure out how to get out.”

“Windows!”

“Nah, she’ll probably close the shit on top of us and cut us in half!”

“CLAYYYY!”

“Did I lie?”

“Just let me try the door again.” Nicole said and walked over to it. She turned the knob and it opened with no problem.

“That was too easy.”

“Welp, it’s been not fun. So LET’S GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!”

As Nicole held the door open, the rest of you were literally throwing things out of the door to put in the car later not wanting to risk getting locked in once again. 

2fo and Quiiso started to load up the car while Nicole was waiting for Yasmin to come out since she hadn’t seen her. Just then she heard a voice from behind her.

“Won’t you stay? I could use the company.”

All of the color drained from Nicole’s face as she turned around and was met with a young woman in 1800s clothing staring back at her.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Nicole then turned around and made a run for it towards where everyone’s cars were parked.

You and Yasmin then looked over at her confused.

“Nic? You okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“Because I just did.”

Everyone proceeded to turn around and look at her in disbelief

“WHAT?!”

“Next year I’m staying home and eating candy.” You said while looking up at your husband who simply nodded his head in agreement. 

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[chaseadrian]

munson // myers

—day 2. masks // [kinktober masterlist] Probably not a great idea to scare the traumatized drug dealer, but in your defense, you don't know he's traumatized. The trailer has a well stocked first aid kid, luckily.

pairing. eddie munson/f!reader wc. 1.8k tags. 18+ ONLY, marijuana use, eddie straight up punches reader in the face, straddling, masks obvi, eddie is reader's dealer, post canon minus the death, reader is a nosy brat, consensual slapping, cowgirl, vague knifeplay, vague dom!eddie

You aren’t exactly supposed to be in Eddie’s room, but he was running late and waiting on the porch step for your dealer in full view of the entire trailer park isn’t a good look. The notch on the door pops off with a quick flick of your pocket knife, and your sneakers sink into the shag carpet, stained with beer and cigarette ash. It smells like menthols down the hallway, but the air in Eddie’s room is heavy with lingering weed and boy sweat. 

There’s spray paint on the wall, crooked tapestries hung with tape, shirts with bleach stains crumpled beside the bed. You rifle through his closet, the fluffy mane of what appeared to be a lion costume pulling you in, only for you to realize it’s actually Alf. You laugh at the thought of Eddie’s trim body stuffed into the lumpy suit, and continue looking through his stuff. There’s a box of old comics, loose dice with the numbers half rubbed off, torn notebook paper with big X’s over failed fantasy drawings. You'd have never pegged him as an artist. 

You push aside what you think to be an empty duffel bag, but a hint of white on the inside encourages you to look further. 

Before you can even register what you’re seeing, the front door opens, and you hear the slow patter of footsteps down the hallway.

Standing up, you duck down and brace yourself just by the door, watching Eddie’s reflection in the mirror as he comes down the hallway, lingering space between each step. You figure he can see you in the mirror, his gaze careful and nervous, and for a second you reconsider what you’re about to do. 

As he gets closer, your heartbeat thumps in your chest, and you can’t help but smile. The excitement of scaring him wins out over the fear of hurting him. Your breath is hot, and you spare yourself a glance in the mirror, bracing with a deep inhale.

The moment he passes the threshold of the door, you pop out and scream, arms feigning to grab him. 

“Shit!” He spits, and punches you square in the cheek. 

“Ow, fuck! What the fuck!” You say, muffled and angry, catching yourself as you stumble back. 

Eddie’s expression falls from fear to frustration, “Jesus fucking Christ, what are you doing here! Why are you wearing that!”

“I found it in your closet, you were late, I thought it’d be funny!” 

“Oh, you thought it’d be funny.’ He looks around to no one, speaking to himself, hand pressing up his bangs, “She thought it’d be funny.” 

“Funny enough to risk getting a shiner?” He flicks the forehead of the mask, and you pull it off, rubbing your cheek. 

“No.” You throw the mask at him, and he catches it against his chest, “Why’s it shoved in some duffel bag, anyway? You robbing banks with a Michael Myers mask, Munson?” 

“Close. You remember when I was, oh, you know, accused of murder?” He wiggles the mask, “This got me around.” 

“You’re kidding.” You tap at your cheek, the skin growing tender, watching the frown on his lips as he shakes his head silently. You scoff, “Cops in this town are a joke.” 

“Don’t remind me.” He reaches out for your wrist, pulling you to the bathroom, “Let’s get you some ice.” 

You’re sat on his toilet a minute later with an ice pack on your cheek, and Eddie beside you on the rim of the bathtub. The air in the room is more awkward than tense, and after a few minutes Eddie takes the ice pack from you, wrapping fresh paper towels around the freezing chunk of chemicals, tossing the soaked ones in the trash. 

“Thanks.” You say, and he flicks his finger over the stiff hair of the mask, scoffing. 

“Welcome. Consider it a souvenir.” 

“I’m getting a discount now, right?” 

“Mmm,” He purses his lips, looking up to the ceiling as he considers, “Ten percent.” 

“Ten percent?! You punched me!” 

“You asked for it!” 

There are smiles in your voices, and you shake your head at him, squinting your eyes, waiting for a better offer. 

He sighs, pulling your hand back and staring at the darkened skin, “I’ll smoke you up. No charge.” He grazes a finger over the bruise, light enough that it doesn’t hurt, his dark eyes soft as he stares for several extended seconds. 

The moment he meets your gaze, the softness is gone, the belligerent kick of his eyebrow and playful lilt of his lips takes its place. 

So you wind up on his bed, still holding an ice pack to your face, passing a weak blunt back and forth. That stupid mask is resting on Eddie’s stomach, and as you pass him the blunt, he sits up and pulls it on. 

“I’m gonna try something.” He tugs it all the way down after taking a long drag, and you watch the smoke wisp down out the neck slowly. He shrugs, snuffing the blunt out on the ashtray beside him, but he keeps the mask on.

You stare at him with obvious judgment, he looks like a complete idiot in the mask, and on some level it’s funny to think of your absolutely not intimidating dealer as some psycho killer. At least, he wasn’t intimidating until he literally punched you in the fucking face. 

Maybe that’s why you slide onto his lap, knees on either side of his hips, just hovering as his eyes widen behind the gaping holes in the mask. 

You let him look, your hands on your hips, reaching behind you for your pocket knife. You don’t unsheathe the blade, waving it in front of his face, “This is what he uses, right? A knife.” 

“Yes,” Eddie says, with sarcasm, the mask bobbing with his head, “Experienced serial killer Michael Myers uses a dinky pocket knife.” 

He swats your hand away, and you drop down onto him, a quiet ‘oof!’ from his lips. His chest rises and falls at a quickening pace every time you adjust, the natural bulge of his denim now hiding his erection. 

Again you reconsider your actions, but the softness in his eyes flashes through your mind, the kindness after he’d hurt you. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to be hurt by him again, and you’ve got him already on edge. 

“Why not a pocket knife? A knife is a knife is a knife.” 

“Put it away.” It’s an order, there’s no question about that, and it’s exactly what you want from him.

“And if I don’t you’ll…what? Punch me again?” You smile at him, and he gets a gasp out of you by grabbing your wrist, wresting the knife from your fingers. He slaps it down on the bedside table, and returns with a light slap on the unbruised cheek. 

“If that’s what you want.” He squeezes your jaw, his free hand coming to the small of your back. 

The mask doesn’t look so absolutely ridiculous when it’s his voice from behind it. 

Things unfold quickly after that, shirts and jeans and everything but the stupid, but not-so-stupid mask shucked off under a minute. He fumbles for a condom from the package on the table, flicking it at you as you sit on his thighs, “Put it on for me.” 

You play at tearing it open, dropping it once, trying and failing to rip it with your teeth, and Eddie slaps you again, a little harder now. 

“Keep playing games I might just fuck you raw.” He slides his knees up, forcing you to his pelvis. The precum dribbling from his tip rubs against your skin, and you consider the threat for a moment before deciding you’d rather not have your drug dealer’s baby, no matter how hot he is. 

He makes you do all the work once you sink down onto him, your thighs burning with every pump, his hands relaxed behind his head. Fuck, if he doesn’t fill you up though, his cock is thick and you feel his tip muddying your insides. You’ll have that queasy feeling tomorrow, like you’ve been rearranged, the pouch of your stomach rumbling and aching over the empty space he’d leave. 

Resting your hands on his chest, you close your eyes and listen to the sounds he gives you, palms dewy with perspiration as his body heats up. 

Without warning, he brings a hand between your legs and slides a thumb over your clit. You gasp, and he pinches at your soft skin, whispering, “Shh, shh,” 

You hold back a pained hiss, bottom lip pulled firm between your teeth, channeling hurt and frustration into the way you move on top of him, circling your hips and wriggling away from the touch of his hands. A part of you doesn’t want him to make you cum like that, doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction. The friction of his skin on yours as you grind down is more than enough, and the way he slaps you after every moan is all you’ll let him contribute to your orgasm. 

The muscles in your legs scream as you drop down onto him, and he starts bucking up into you slowly, mitigating your slight loss of rhythm. 

“Getting tired?” He asks, voice strained, hands coming down to your hips. He guides your movements, tutting and shaking his head, “Shame.” 

You stare at that godforsaken mask, feeling equally stupid for being turned on by it as he probably feels wearing it, and you shove off of him, repositioning yourself on your stomach. 

He laughs as he gets behind you, a hand on your hip, the other giving a quick smack to your ass, and he slots himself back inside. The entire weight of his body is on you now, humping more than thrusting, the loose rubber of the mask against your shoulder. 

You reach a hand underneath yourself, fingers circling your clit, building your own orgasm now. You know to expect it, your vision turning static at the start, pinpricks in the tips of your toes. What you don’t expect is Eddie’s to come barreling at the same moment, his body seizing over yours as your muscles spasm, both of you holding moans and letting out your breath in tune with each other. 

He flops off you and ties the condom, tossing it before he lays back down, an arm outstretched underneath his second pillow. He’s left space for you, and as you slide up next to him, you reach for the mask to pull it off. 

Both of you laugh out of ridiculous surprise. He stares at your lips. You stare at his eyes, and there it is. Tenderness glistening over his features. 

It’s gone the moment his eyes meet yours.

[alittlebitofeverythingtbh]

Personal Nurse

Corey Cunningham x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, fingering, oral, etc

Authors Note: soft Corey soft Corey. 

You took a couple days off to rest due to your concussion. You didn’t necessarily want to, but Corey insisted. He also took off work to look after you, telling his dad you had a fall and hit your head too hard. Corey’s dad was fine with it, especially since the salvage yard was now a crime scene. You had heard the phone call between the two of them, and felt kind of bad for his dad considering everything. Once again, the police came to the conclusion that Michael Myers had committed the murders. Little did they know…

“How are you feeling?” Corey asked as he walked in, a bowl of chicken noodle soup in his hands. You looked up at him from your spot in bed, “slightly better. Head still hurts though.” “You hit it pretty hard,” Corey said as he sat the bowl onto the stand he pulled alongside the bed, “you gotta take it easy, okay?” “Corey it’s not that bad,” you argued. “Nope, I mean it. Take it easy.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes, “I could have gone into work today.” “And you would have been in lots of pain. You know I’m right,” he said. He was right of course, but you wouldn’t tell him that. “Corey I can totally go tomorrow,” you said, but he shook his head. He set down a spoon onto the stand, “I made some soup for you. It’ll help you feel better.” You sat up and reached for the bowl, thanking him. He nodded and left you to eat, going back to his spot on the couch.

Corey worried about you a lot. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it. How many times had you been attacked or harassed by this point? Too many to count. One day we’ll both get out of here, I promise, he thought to himself.

Once you were done with your soup, you placed it back on the stand and laid back in bed. You picked up a stuffed flamingo named Cookie from the side of your bed, looking at her. “My life has gotten very strange, Cookie,” you told her, “what do you think?” You made her nod, laughing a bit to yourself. You placed her back down, debating taking a nap. Instead, you called for Corey, who practically ran to your door. You chuckled at his frazzled state, earning a small smile from him.

“What is it, baby?” he asked. “I want you to stay with me,” you said, opening your arms. He nodded, and laid down next to you, cuddling you carefully. “Has it gotten any better?” Corey asked, checking the back of your head. “Don’t think so,” you replied. He frowned, “hmm. I think you should stay home tomorrow.” “That’s not happening, I’m going to work,” you argued. “Are not, you need rest.” “I’m fine Core-“

Corey grabbed your chin, looking at you seriously, “stop being a brat. You need rest. End of discussion.” You shivered a bit at his tone, “a brat, you say?” He sighed, shaking his head, “that’s not what I-“ You gave him a mischievous grin, one of your hands reaching for his pants playfully. He grabbed your wrist tightly, “absolutely not.” You pouted, but he didn’t let go.

The cogs in his brain turned as he got an idea. He was now the one giving you a mischievous grin.

Corey crawled to the end of the bed, pulling aside the blanket on you. “What are you-“ you started. “Turning the tables, my dear,” he said. He began to undo the drawstrings on the sweats you had changed in earlier, pulling them down to your ankles before taking them off. You watched him, not knowing what to say. One of his fingers teased you over your underwear, “what’s wrong sweetheart, cat got your tongue?” “This isn’t fair,” you said quietly. “Of course it is,” he said, chuckling a bit. He pulled your underwear off, his index finger back to tease you. “Stop teasing me,” you protested. “Teasing? I am simply taking my time with you,” he argued playfully. A second finger began to tease at your entrance, smirking as he watched you get wetter for him.

Finally, a finger sunk into you, earning him a whine of his name. “So pretty,” he whispered quietly as he watched you get worked up. He pushed the one finger in you over and over before pushing in a second. “Corey,” you whimpered, lightly bucking against his hand. “I know baby, I know. I’ll take care of you,” he said soothingly. His fingers curled inside you as he continued to thrust them, carefully hitting that spot in you that made you see stars. Your hands gripped the sheets underneath you as you whined.

And then, his mouth was on you. Corey’s lips gently pleasured you while his fingers kept curling and hitting that spot. It was all so much, yet so gentle at the same time. You reached out and gripped his curls, earning a moan from him that sent a vibration. You whined and bucked against his lips and fingers, already feeling like you were getting close. “Corey,” you whimpered, “I’m close.” His mouth left you for a moment as he leaned forward to whisper to you, his fingers unrelenting. “Doing so well for me,” he praised, “such a good girl. My good girl. You deserved this. I want you to cum for me, okay?”

It wasn’t even a minute later that you were tightening around his fingers as you came. His mouth was immediately back on you, not leaving any traces of your orgasm behind. His tongue overstimulated you as well as his still moving fingers, and you whined as you jerked underneath him. Corey pulled away and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them. You watched, dazed and with thought that you had to be the luckiest person in the world.

Your orgasm exhausted you, “I feel like I’m gonna pass out.” Corey laughed, “alright baby, you take a nap now. You still need rest.” “I owe you one,” you said sleepily. “You do,” he agreed, “especially after being such a brat to me for no reason.” You snorted, “okay Mr. Stay At Home Forever.” “What?” he asked, amused, “I just said stay home for a couple days more.” “That’s what they all say,” you said tiredly, “and then it’s forever.” He shook his head, rolling his eyes playfully, “oh my god.” His smile was the last thing you saw before you passed out again.

[urfavenarrator]

COMMISSIONS:

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Note: it can takes me about 2-4 days to write fanfic because of work and it can be longer if I already have other requests. Also any minors I have on my commission page will be aged up to +18, I do write for female charecter but I do not write X Fem reader

Note 2: if it's not on here feel free to ask and please feel free to add every detail you want; it's your request I won't judge but I will publicly kink shame you

Will do's:

MLM

T4T

NbLM

NSFW

BDSM

Exhibitionism

Dirty talk

Humiliation

Wax play

Stigmatophilia

Ropework

Knife Play

Degradation kink

Praise kink

Impact play

Auralism

Exhibitionism

Body worship

Oral fixation

Asphyxiation

Deapthroating

Overstim

Edging

Muscle worship

Masks

Pillow princess/prince

Face fucking

Cockwarming

Toys

Brat taming

Forecd in to submission

Breeding

Smuff

Comfort sex

Monster fucking/loving

SFW+Random

Age gap (both parties must be adults)

Age ups

Au's

Hurt/comfort

Angst

Fluff

Charecter x reader

Charecter x Charecter

Mental age regression

Won't do's:

Underage

FEM READER

Certain kinks

Furries

Beastiality

Insest

People from ohio

Rape

Fandoms:

TWD(show)

Daryl Dixion

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Negan Smith

Enid

Connie

Rosita

Ron Anderson

TlOU(game + HBO)

Joel Miller

Tess Servopoulos

Ellie Williams

Tommy Miller

Apex legends

Everyone (except pathfinder)

Overwatch

Everyone (except Hammon???, and winston)

Cod

Ghost

Soap

Valerie

Price

Graves

Rudy

König

Horangi

Nikto

Rainbow six

Everyone

A way out

Leo

Vincent

DbD

All survivors

All killers(except Victor and Pinhead)

The thing

R.J.

Windows

Sam

TCM

Bubba sawyer

Nubbins sawyer

Johnny sawyer(slaughter?)

L.G McPeters

Sissy sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Slashers

Michael myers

Billy Loomis

Stu matcher

Braums

Jason

Mortal kombat

Reptile

Johnny cage

Kenshi

Subzero(bi-han)

Subzero(kuai liang)

Scorpion(kuai liang)

Smoke

Baraka

Kitana

Mileena

Sheeva

Resident evil

Leon

Chris

Clair

Carlos

Jill

Ashley

Luis

Rebecca

Wesker

Ada

[the-fo0l]

MASTERLIST

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid dating hcs

♡

RESIDENT EVIL

yandere Ethan Winters headcanons

ethan winters fluff

yandere simp Ethan x reader

yandere wesker- soft possessive hcs

yandere wesker coming home to you

♡

NBC HANNIBAL

yandere Will Graham headcanons

♡

PRISON BREAK

michael scofield dating hcs

♡

HITMAN

playing cards w Diana and 47

lucas grey x reader headcanons

yandere agent 47 headcanons

yan!agent 47 x airheaded/princessy reader

yan!agent 47 getting the silent treatment

yan!agent 47 with brat/rebellious reader

yan!agent 47 x sleepy reader

agent 47 rescuing his darling hcs

"Thrill of the kill" 47 x nb!reader

♡

SLASHERS

yandere dbd Pyramid head headcanons

yandere dbd Micheal Myers headcanons

thomas hewitt drabble

♡

DC

yandere Roman Sionis x reader

♡

ARCANE

"Your beauty never ever scared me" Silco x gn! reader

[mara-xx217]

Michael x Reader: Literally the Shittiest Candy

It was that time of year again, and you had to go out and stock up on sweets. Not because you saw many trick or treaters, oh no, Michael had scared them off years ago (thankfully only scared them, not killed them). You had to get the copious amount of tooth rotting, sugary sweets for none other than the fearsome Shape of Haddonfield, Michael freaking Myers. Really, if anyone had told you that Michael would literally fight a six year old over some candy corn, you would have fucking laughed. Until it actually happened one year, then you weren’t laughing, but freaking the fuck out and damn near having a panic attack. Thankfully, he didn’t kill any kids (that you know of…), and you stopped giving out candy after that. Instead, you had a compromise: don’t kill any kids, and you’ll get Michael all the candy he could want and, to your surprise, it actually fucking worked.

You had just returned home from a shopping trip, arms full of bags and nearly spilling to the floor as you struggled to juggle them, your keys, and the door. Michael never helped, of course, usually just watching you struggle from afar or merely walking away, growing bored of your soft curses and frustrated demeanor. Slamming the door behind you, you released a frustrated sigh, nearly dropping one of the bags clutched precariously in your grasp. Just as you were about to set some of them on the ground, Michael walks into your field of view from the kitchen.

He stares at you for a few moments, silently as he always does, and you assume that he’d do nothing to help you, but to your utter shock, he actually grabs some of the bags you’ve nearly set on the floor. You’re… taken aback. Michael has never helped you with much of anything, especially something so mundane and inconsequential as groceries. Before you can really recover from your surprise, he snatches the remaining bags looped over your arm, tilting his head to peer at its contents. As you open your mouth to comment on his odd behavior, he shifts all the bags onto one arm, cramming his arm down a specific one. You let your mouth hang agape as he pulls out a bag of candy corn, and just- He fucking drops the rest of your groceries-

“MICHAEL! YOU FUCKING PRICK WHY?!” In that moment, you could have ran over there and strangled the asshole, really, you should have. He didn’t even react to your shrill scream, casually walking to the kitchen like nothing had happened. Like he didn’t just dump all your shit onto the floor like the bratty, piss ant of a kid that he really is. You stomped after him, genuinely furious with his bullshit this time. It’s one thing to completely ignore you, but to just fucking dump your groceries like that was just fucking-

You paused, blinking in surprise. Michael had his mask off, laying on the counter near the pile of candy that he had poured out and was currently picking though. It was… Huh. He leaned against the counter, popping one after another in his mouth, barely finishing chewing before he shoveled an entire handful into his mouth, eyes flicking over to yours blankly, as though this wasn’t one of the strangest things you’d ever see in your entire life. The Shape, the Michael Myers was shoving handfuls of candy corn- fucking candy corn! into his mouth like it was an actually decent kind of candy. What-

You sigh, turning to pick up the mess that he had made. Michael drove you insane, but the fact that you were probably the only person alive that would ever know that he actually enjoys something other than killing speaks volumes of your relationship with him. It was special, and he, for whatever reason, thought you were special too, given that he’s allowed you to be privy of this knowledge and hasn’t tried to kill you. Yet… But… sigh… You guess, somewhere deep down there, there was still a kid left in Michael, and every chance you got to see him was a precious moment. Moments that you’d always cherish, and you’d sure as hell would never forget. Even if you want to kill him sometimes.

As you struggle to lift the heavy bags from off the floor, you see Michael standing there, still eating that shitty candy by the handfuls, now replaced in its original bag. He maintains eye contact as he walks away, towards your bedroom, leaving you to pick up his mess, red faced and simply fuming. You little son of a-

“GOD DAMN IT MICHAEL!”

[thesightstoshowyou]

Here, have this stupid fucking idea I can’t get out of my head:

Your alarm rings, an awful grating buzz that disturbs the serene stillness of your bedroom. Blearily, you throw out an arm, hastily patting around your nightstand until you find the snooze button. You sigh in relief when you’re plunged into silence once more.

You’re still for a moment, slowly blinking yourself awake, appreciating the twilight painting your room in muted gray. Groaning, you move to sit up but the arm around your waist tenses, pinning you to the mattress. Your half lidded eyes fly open in shock and you crane your neck to peer behind you.

Unbelievably, Michael is still in your bed. Usually, he’s gone well before you’re awake. Is he sick? Upon closer inspection, you find deep, purple circles under his closed eyes. He looks exhausted.

You bite your lip. You must tread carefully here to avoid invoking the ire of the slumbering predator in your bed. You speak in a soothing whisper,

“Michael, I have to go to work—

You don’t get to finish your sentence before Michael tugs, crushing you to his chest and wrapping a second, powerful arm around you, trapping you. He inhales deeply and rests his chin on top of your head. Your heart pounds, a wild staccato when compared to the slow, steady rhythm thumping against your palms.

You’re conflicted. Michael has never, once, shown you this kind of affection, if that’s what it can be called. Perhaps “lazy possession” is a better term. Regardless, you’re thrilled to be this close to him without the bite of a knife at your throat. Though, that could still be on the table. You never know with the Shape.

It would be stupid to struggle. Michael has made it clear you’re not going anywhere until he releases you, and only he knows when that will be. You have no choice but to give in and let your muscles relax.

Michael’s body heat lulls you. It’s easy let your eyes drift shut, effortless to allow his deep, even breaths to send you back to sleep.

[yanderemommabean]

Hello there Beans! This is a pinned post, it’ll stay on the top of the blog, even over newly posted content! (For those still unsure!)

Below is a list of fandoms and characters I write for! As well as what things I DO NOT want to write kink wise

A-

Adventure Time

Angels Of Death

B-

Black Butler

Boku No Hero Acadamia

C-

Castlevania (TV series)

Creepypasta (not all of them, just the OGs typically!)

D-

14 days with you

Deadpool

Death Note

Demon Slayer

Durarara

F-

Fallout 4 (Including Deathclaws!)

Farcry 5

H-

Haikyuu

J-

John Doe Game

Jujutsu Kaisen

L-

Legend of Zelda (Breath of the Wild mainly but I have played others!)

M-

My Dear Hatchet Man

Mythical Creatures (Any sort of folktale, fairytale, the works! If they’re make believe I most likely write for them!)

Mystic Messenger

Monsters (Again, similar to Mythical creatures! Any sort of demon, monster, beast- You get it!)

O-

Omegaverse (Also known as A/O/B and so on! Alphas and omegas, betas and so on!)

One Punch Man

Overtime (Josiah only lol )

Obey Me Shall We Date

Outlast: Whistleblower

S-

SCP Foundation

Skyrim

Slashers (Horror movie villains! Michael Myers and so on!)

Stardew Valley

Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack (GOD I LOVE HIM)

T-

Trapped with Jester (Visual Novel)

V-

Venom

W-

(The) Way of the House Husband

Y-

Your Boyfriend (Erotic Visual Novel / Game)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE-

Chastity kink

Scat

Yandere Reader or Mutually yandere reader x character

Brat Taming / Brat anything.

Dumbification

Loli/Shota

[imtooscaredforthis]

Halloween Surprise

A Halloween Special;

Michael Myers x Reader Smut

Summary: While your friends are out partying, you spend your Halloween night alone, drinking, binging junk food and watching horror movies. But are you really alone? Judging by the crashes and screams you hear outside, you aren’t.

Mentions of: Knives, Stalking, Violence, Choking, Alcohol, Drinking, Dubcon/Noncon, etc.

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE Y’ALL I WAS WORKING ALL DAY ON IT LMFAO ENJOYYYY

Word count: 2.5K

Tags: @gloomyladyy @froegis

Shutting the car door, you got to your feet, letting out a soft sigh. The whole neighborhood was flooded with children trick or treating, like it always was on Halloween night. And as usual, you managed to squeeze past the tone of kids and go towards your house, only getting bumped a few times.

That was until some stopped you, standing in your way. It’s a group of three or four kids, all dressed up like pirates, without parents. You recognized the group, seeing them come to and from school together. And man, they are a bunch of little shits.

“Hey, why aren’t you giving out any candy?” One of them whined, the children all now staring at you, eyeing you as if you were some anti-Halloween witch or something.

“Well, I just got home from work and-”

“Sam always gives us candy. Where is he?” And of course, the little brats bring up your ex boyfriend, who’s much better with kids than you are, who you’ve tried to avoid thinking about all day.

You know what? Fuck it. I’ve already had a long enough day as it is. Might as well have fun and scare the shit out of them.

So you bent down to the kid’s level, putting your hands on your knees. “You know what happened to Sam? He was killed.”

“No. You’re lying.” One of them interrupted, making you look over at them. It’s the oldest, it seemed, the leader of the group, judging by how he was acting. All big and bad, like he’s not scared of anything, but you knew how to break him. You stared him down, until he started squirming under your gaze and growing uncomfortable.

“Oh no, I’m not. You know why? Because I’ve seen it. I know he was killed by the boogie man. Every Halloween, he stalks in the shadows and eats people, anyone that’s in his way. And you know what his favorite appetizer is? Ungrateful little brats who have lots of candy. So you better get running, or he might getcha.”

You jumped at the kids at the last second, making them scream, and run off. You smirked to yourself in satisfaction, before turning away and heading into your home.

To be honest, you were impressed with yourself. Most of that story was made up from the top of your head, the other parts taken from bits and pieces of stories that you heard kids telling each other. And it seems that “The Boogie Man” is a big thing around this time of year.

After unlocking the door, you walked inside, putting your jacket on the hook and turning on the lights. It was just another long, boring day you spent working at your dead-end job. Thankfully, it was over, and you can finally relax.

The first thing you did was go to your room and get changed, tugging at the collar of your tight blouse and unbuttoning each button one by one, before wiggling out of your pencil skirt, leaving you in your underwear and pantyhose. You searched your room, trying to find something comfortable to wear, bending over and going through the clothes you had in your dresser.

Suddenly, there was a small crash just outside your window, making you jump. You quickly covered yourself up, grabbing a robe and walking over to the window, opening it. There was nothing there, just one of your plants, once on your terrace, now on the ground, the pot shattered.

“Fucking brats.” You muttered under your breath angrily, before shutting the window and locking it, pulling the blinds down.

Then the phone rang, making you jump yet again. You let out a small sigh, running a hand through your hair, and shaking your head, calming yourself. “C’mon (y/n), get your shit together. It’s nothing, just some kids.”

Grabbing an old shirt, you threw it on, heading downstairs and going to answer the phone. Heading into the kitchen, you pulled it off the hook, bringing it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“(Y/n), babe, why aren’t you here? We’re all having such a good timeee. It’ssss so funnn.” It’s one of your friends, Sherry who’s currently at a Halloween party and is clearly drunk.

“You’re wasted aren’t you? I’m glad you’re having a good time, but you know I can’t come. I’m just going to stay home and watch some horror movies instead. And hopefully get plastered while doing it.” You told her.

“But that’s so boringgg. C’monnn just grab a costume or something sexy and get over here.” She tried, but you’re still resistant. “I don’t even have anything, just- no, okay? I can’t.”

“There are tons of hot guys here, plenty to help you get over-”

“I have to go. But I’ll talk to you later, bye.” You interrupted her, putting the telephone back on the hook and ending the call. God, why is everyone talking about your ex tonight?

You know exactly why. Today marks the one year anniversary from when he dumped you. At a fucking Halloween party. After the years you spent together, he dumped you at a Halloween party. It was ridiculous.

You two had been Highschool sweethearts, together since junior year. And right after you both graduated, he didn’t want to go to college or anything, no. He wanted to start a life with you. So you bought a house here, in the suburbs of Haddonfield, got a job, and began your new life with him.

But as years passed, you both realized you wanted different things, and that’s when the arguments started. They would happen often, barley ever coming to a resolution, and eventually starying to escalate and escalate. Everything peaked at that one halloween party, and he broke up with you, moving away to a big city to start new again, and leaving you all alone, in the home that was once both of yours, once warm and welcoming now just an empty ghost town.

You would move, but you don’t have enough money saved up. To this day, you still can’t believe you wasted years of your life on this guy. So now, while your friends are all out partying, you’re stuck at home, trying to forget everything.

Walking over to the refrigerator, you grabbed a beer, or three, taking them all over to the couch in your living room, grabbing some candy and the remote. You turned off all the lights, and sat on the couch, flipping through the channels, stopping at one that’s playing the classic horror movies.

A good hour or so passed, and you’re halfway through your fourth beer, (at least you think it’s your fourth, you stopped counting after two) when you are really wasted. The whole world is starting to spin, and you’re growing drowsy. It only took a couple minutes for you to pass out, the soft sound of the movies playing in the background soothing you, as well as the sound of breathing. You’re too drunk to realize it isn’t yours. That you’re not alone.

--

You woke to feeling a heavy hand on your shoulder, shaking you like a rag doll. When you finally came to, you noticed the man towering above you in a dark blue jumpsuit, wearing a Halloween mask.

“What the fuck?” You shrieked, jumping. The man didn’t move, didn’t say a word. After a moment, you took a breath, looking at him again.

It’s hard to make out any distinguishable features, due to how dark it is, so you assumed this is some sort of prank or something, considering the teenager living across the street, Ryan, loved pulling shit like this, especially on you. He probably is the one who broke your plant, too, that asshole.

“Ha ha very funny, you got me, you little shit. Now get out.” You said, pushing him. He didn’t respond. Just stood there and stared at you.

Feeling your discomfort begin to grow, you got to your feet, trying to walk past him. “Isn’t it past your bedtime? Go back home, kid.”

Before you can make it past him, he grabs your wrist, pulling you back. “Ryan, this isn’t funny.”

Once again, no response, instead, he only grabbed you harder. That’s when your drunken brain finally reached some sort of clarity, and you realized that this isn’t Ryan. This isn’t the dorky teenage boy who lives across the street, no. This is someone else. Something else.

Just as you tried to pull yourself out of his grip, he let you go, instead grabbing you by your throat with both of his hands, lifting you up in the air. He’s inhumanly strong, strangling you so hard that you feel like your neck is going to snap in half.

You tried fighting him off, kicking and kicking, wanting to scream, but the only thing coming from your lips being gasps and cries for air. Your eyes searched around for something, your arms reaching out, before the tips of your fingers brushed against something smooth. A vase.

Your throat feels like it’s burning as he squeezed it even harder and your lungs feel like they’re about to collapse. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and right as things started to go dark, you managed to grab the vase. Using all your might, you smashed it on his head, making him drop you, stumbling backwards.

You fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for air, finally being able to breathe again. Getting to your feet, you tried to go for the front door, but the man pulled you back right before you could reach the doorknob.

He held you by your stomach this time while you flailed around, screaming, begging for your life, your voice hoarse from being strangled. “Let me go you fucker- Let me go! Help! Help!”

He put a hand over your mouth, trying to keep you quiet while you continued struggling, arching your back and pushing yourself against him in attempts of getting him away. You continued pushing, until you realized you were pushing against something else that was..hard..and you heard his breathing grow even more shaky, turning into grunts and groans.

The brief shock from what just happened made you pause for a moment, but it isn’t long until he’s carrying you over to the kitchen and bending you over the table, pinning your wrists behind your back with one hand. Your face is pushed against the cutting board and suddenly, he slams a butcher knife right next to it, making you flinch.

“No- no- wait-” You tried, he still didn’t listen, instead ripping your pantyhose open, along with your panties.

This has to be a bad dream. You’re too drunk for this. There’s no way that you’re about to get fucked by this man, this monster, whatever he is. It can’t be real.

But the way he painfully plunged two of his thick fingers into your entrance made you realize it unfortunately is. He thrusted his fingers inside, his thumb nudging against your clit and making you moan slightly. You tried fighting him, but that only made his grip on your wrists tighter.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hide your moans, trying to stay as stoic as you could be. But despite the pain, he’s starting to make you feel really good, noticing the way you jolt every time he rubs against your clit, doing it faster.

The room is quiet, besides the ragged muffled breathing coming from him and the squelching noises of his fingers thrusting inside your now drenched cunt.

Your legs feel like they’re about to fall asleep, but you can’t deny the shocking pleasure that’s running through your body. You feel so dirty for enjoying this, for letting someone like this do this to you, but you also feel so fucking good.

Your body is trembling at this point, the knot tightening in your stomach, and your opening clenching his fingers. His fingers brush up against your g-spot making you break and moan out. “Oh shit-”

After a couple of moments of helping you through your orgasm, he pulls his fingers out, raising them up in the air and eyeing them seeing how your juices make his fingers glimmer in the moonlight. He stuck his fingers under his mask, and into his mouth, sucking on them, and making your face grow warm in embarrassment.

And then, he’s zipping down his fly and you can feel his length pressing up against you. He feels big, bigger than anything you’ve ever had before.

It isn’t long until he forces his way inside, stretching you painfully and making you moan. He groans in unison with you, thrusting inside your heat, roughly.

“Slow- Ah- Slow down.” You tried to tell him, but that only made him speed up. His free hand held your hips tightly, his other still holding down your wrists.

After a while, you managed to get accustomed to the pain, the pleasure starting to grow instead. His hand moved down to your clit, starting to rub it, while his other moved away from your wrists, moving to your side instead.

His chest pressed up against your back, keeping you from moving. You eyed the knife beside you, noting to take it once he’s done in your head. But you can’t exactly think straight, due to the fogginess from the alcohol and how filled you feel every time he thrusts into you.

You grabbed onto the edge of table tightly, as if you were on for dear life. It honestly felt like it, considering how he’s growing even faster, leaving you a moaning shaking mess. Your legs are shaking even harder, and if it isn’t for him holding you up right now, you’d probably collapse to the floor.

He ran his fingers through your hair, pulling your head back, and making your body off the table, groaning in your ear. His hand then moved down to your throat, squeezing it and making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Yeah, just like that.” You managed to get out hoarsely, as he continued rolling his hips, rubbing at your clit. His hands then moved inside your shirt, moving up to your chest and groping your mounds of flesh roughly, slipping his hands under your bra.

You let yourself lean back into him, let yourself indulge in the pleasure for a bit, and imagine that this man wasn’t the man who just tried killing you. That he’s anyone else. Your eyes fluttered, and you felt yourself grow close.

“Fuck, fuck ‘m gonna cum-” You bucked your hips against him, letting him continue to use you as you finished. But just as you started to come down from your post orgasmic high, you realized he’s throbbing inside you. “No, no, not inside-”

You pleaded, but it’s too late. He filled you up with his seed, fucking it deep into you, making you cum yet again from all the overstimulation and being filled yet again. He pulled out and stepped away from you, watching as his cum fell out from between your legs, using his fingers to push it back into you, making you jolt yet again.

He released you, watching you fall to the ground, your body growing limp as the exhaustion overcame you. You laid on the kitchen floor, panting softly, your eyelids growing heavy, while he just stood above, watching you.

Little did you know what he actually is. Little did you know of what evil that’s now growing inside of you.

[belladonnasmenagerie]

🎃Kinktober 2021 List🎃

🔞18+ Only🔞

Oct 1: Mommy Kink & Dry Humping with Brahms Heelshire

https://pumkinbutter2396.tumblr.com/post/663851566525235200/kinktober-day-1

Oct 2: Spitting & Somnophilia with Leslie Vernon

https://pumkinbutter2396.tumblr.com/post/663941271497359360/kinktoberday-2

Oct 3: Quickie & Oral Female with Bubba Sawyer

https://pumkinbutter2396.tumblr.com/post/664049308435382273/kinktober-day-3

Oct 4: Yandere & Choking with Harry Warden

https://pumkinbutter2396.tumblr.com/post/664124093888610304/kinktober-day-4

Oct 5: Fingering & Breast Worship with Norman Bates

https://pumkinbutter2396.tumblr.com/post/664264794865647616/kinktober-day-5

Oct 6: Lap Dance & Teasing with Otis Driftwood

https://pumkinbutter2396.tumblr.com/post/664443514372997120/kinktober-day-6

Oct 7: Brat Taming & Overstimulation with Lestat De Lioncourt

https://pumkinbutter2396.tumblr.com/post/664543126211461120/kinktober-day-7

Oct 8: Leather & Size Kink with Jessie Chromium

https://pumkinbutter2396.tumblr.com/post/664731310252867584/kinktober-day-8

Oct 9: Cock Warming & Begging with Asa Emory

Oct 10: Blood Kink & Sex Toys with Amanda Young

Oct 11: Wax Play & Role Play with Vincent Sinclair

Oct 12: Exhibitionism & Hickey/Biting with Matt Cordell

Oct 13: Age Gap & Denial with Ash Williams

Oct 14: Pant Ripping & Aphrodisiac with Herbert West

Oct 15: Lace & Sexual Tension with Bo Sinclair

Oct 16: Erotic Humiliation & Edging with Pinhead

Oct 17: Striptease & Being Recorded with Tiffany Valentine

Oct 18: Glove Kink & Car Sex with Hannibal (2013)

Oct 19: Spanking & Degradation with Mark Hoffman

Oct 20: Slow Sex & Lingerie with Carrie White

Oct 21: Knife Play & Dirty Talk with Freddy Krueger

Oct 22: Dub-Con & Bulge with Yautja (Ka’Jah or Ka)

Oct 23: Cumflation & Non-Con with Alex DeLarge

Oct 24: Public & Cream Pie with Jason Voorhees

Oct 25: Oral Male & Medical Kink with Severen

Oct 26: Femdom/Pegging & Mirror with Billy Lenz

Oct 27: Double Penetration & Semi Public with Stu Macher

Oct 28: Ass Worship & Cheating with Patrick Bateman

Oct 29: Breeding & Squirting with Michael Myers

Oct 30: 69 & Anal with Thomas Hewitt

Oct 31: First Time & Needy with Billy Loomis

🎃 Will start posting it in October so excpect it soon!! 🎃

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Headcannons Masterlist

Soft Updates: Once A Month

One Shots/Series Fics Masterlist: Here

WWE AND AEW

ROMAN REIGNS:

Plus Size Reader

Birthday Edition

Sub! Roman w/ Plus Size Mistress

Public Sex

DD/LG

Hair Kink

Playroom Details

Fighting and Make up Sex

Face fucking

“The Missionary Position“

Taking Care Of A Sick SO

Summerslam

Tribal Chief and Bálor Contest

DD/LG Fluff

ALEISTER/MALAKAI BLACK:

SFW/NSFW (Aleister)

Dad!Edition - Baby Girl (Aleister)

Goth Reader (Aleister)

Jealousy (Aleister)

Comfort - SFW (Aleister)

Sexting (Aleister)

First Time Meeting The Doc (Malakai)

Smut (Malakai)

Plus Size Insecure Reader (Malakai)

Possessiveness (Malakai)

Stripper Reader

Stripper Reader Pt. 2

Dad!Edition (Malakai)

Accidently calling him Tommy

When He Falls In Love With His Psychiatrist/Reader (Malakai)

Calling Him “Daddy” For The First Time (Malakai)

Corruption Kink w/ Priest Malakai

Corruption Kink w/ Priest Malakai Pt. 2

NSFW

Reaction To You Getting Injured

Comforting

HOB resident pet fuck

 JAY WHITE:

CNC Knife Play

OnlyFans

Voice Kink

Brat Taming

Cheering Bee up

Teasing

AU!Businessman Jay

DD/LG

Overstimulation/Forced Orgasm

Pregnancy Sex

After Forbidden Door

Student!Jay / Professor! Reader

Plus Size Reader

Aftercare

Teasing with a cock ring

Frat Brother ft. ELP

J.J.

Incubus

EL PHANTASMO:

Insecure Reader

Frat Brother ft. Jay White

DAVID FINLAY:

Soft!

DAMIAN PRIEST:

NSFW

SFW

Male Reader

Male Reder NSFW

NSFW Honeymoon!Edition

When You Win A Championship

Asking You To Be His Girlfriend

Trans Male/Female Reader

Dad!Edition Part 1

Dad!Edition Part 2

Period Edition

Tickle Fetish And Kinks

Jealousy

Praise Kink

DD/LG

DD/LG Relationship

Angry But Passionate Sex

Short Reader

Sub!Edition

Teasing NSFW

Comfort (SFW)

Comfort (NSFW)

Sexting

Non Binary Reader

Singer Reader

Living Together

Underwear

Wheelchair Bound Reader

Public Teasing

Mirror Kink

Going To Sleep

Babysitting

Black Plus Size Reader

Dating Someone From Wardrobe Department

Fingering

Domestic Edition

Voice Kink

Reader Who’s Insecure About Her Vagina

Reader’s Water Breaking + Home Birth

Shower Sex

Riding him + the risk of getting caught

Reader with an abusive relationship in the past

Squirting

Submissive Reader

Losing Your Virginity

Being His Masseuse

Celebrating His United States Title

Casual Intimacy

Pregnancy Sex

Quickie In The Pool

Stripper Reader

Sweaty/Smut

Impact Play Knowledge

Curvy Girl Lingerie

Fall/Halloween

Damian x Reader x Rhea 

Soft and Reassuring

Single Mom Reader

Breeding Kink

Magic Mike! Damian

Creative Way To Tell Him You’re Pregnant

Spanish

Angsty Sex

PDA

Random Theme

Actress Reader who’s part of the cast of The Witcher

Winter Honeymoon

Cockwarming

Sleeping during sex

Michael Myers Kink - gone wrong lol

Hair

Valentine’s Day - Stripper Reader and AU!Bouncer

NSFW with Edge and Reader

FINN BÁLOR:

Demon King Edition

Biting Kink

“Submissive“ Demon King

Tickling 

Shy Reader

Teasing

Sexting

Smutty/Fluff

Face Fucking

Voice Kink

Super Horny And Tries To Tease The Reader

Knife Play

Pregnancy Sex

Reader’s Reaction To His Promo on SmackDown Against Roman

Brat Taming (Prince Devitt)

Bálor and Tribal Chief Contest

Black Tongue

Ask Drabble 

DD/LG

Dirty Talk w/ Demon King

ETHAN PAGE:

Enemies To Lovers

Smut

EDGE:

NSFW with Damian and Reader

JAY BRISCOE:

Brat taming

“Make her cum with your tongue, put her sleep with your dick“

DEXTER LUMIS:

NSFW

SFW

DREW MCINTYRE:

Breeding Kink

Claymore

Mafia Boss

RANDY ORTON:

NSFW

Mood Board HC

RHEA RIPLEY (F/F):

NSFW

SFW

Dirty Talk

When You Get Injured

Cooking

Angry Rhea/Teasing

BECKY LYNCH (F/F):

Celebrating after Summerslam

TOMMASO CIAMPA:

NSFW

SFW

Sub!Edition

DD/LG

Jealous

Sexting

Reader Calling Him Daddy For The First Time

Birthday Sex

Comforting When A Family Member Passes Away

Cozy/Comfort

Rough Sex

After winning the NXT title back

Halloween Smut

Angsty Sex

DARBY ALLIN:

Soft/SFW

Riding Him

Rough Sex

Possessive/Breeding Kink

Soft and NSFW

JON MOXLEY:

Plus Size Reader Fluff

Comforting After a Break Up

With A Stripper Reader

EDDIE KINGSTON:

NSFW

SFW

Dad!Edition (Baby Girl)

Dad!Edition (Baby Boy)

Dad! Edition (Teenage Girl)

Siblings w/ Mox

Uncle Edition

When A Woman Hit On You

When A Man Hit On You

Husband Edition

Pregnancy

Plus Size Reader

Jealous Reader

PDA

Comfort

Nurse Reader

Virgin Reader

General Kinks

Riding Him

Movie Date

His Reaction To When Someone Sees Your NSFW Videos

Comforting Him

Fighting And Making Up

Shy/Introvert Reader

Giving Head To Female Reader

The Reason Behind The Nickname “Fox”

Tooth Extraction

Sick Reader

Make up Sex

First Night In New Home

Pregnancy Sex

His Reaction To Your Celebrity Crush

Dirty Talk

Fingering

Cuddling

Dad!Part 2

ADAM PAGE:

Student x Teacher

Dirty Talk

Jealousy

Angsty Sex

Sneaky Sex

Spoiling

Cockwarming

Professor Hangman - Blowjob 

Professor Hangman - Jealous

Professor Hangman - Jealous 2

CHUCK TAYLOR:

NSFW

SFW

BARON CORBIN:

Reader With Panic Attack

NSFW

THE SHIELD:

Predator and Prey

Roommates NSFW/SFW

MATT JACKSON:

Brat Taming

How he treats a sensitive Sub

Flirting with The Elite in front of him

“Where Do You Think You’re Going?“

Random Prompt

With Plus Size Reader

Feral Matt

Sexual Punishments

Needy Matt

Cocky

Vampire!Matt

Poppy

Vampire!Matt 2

NICK  JACKSON:

Plus Size Reader

Jealousy/slight smut

Sexual Punishments

Enemies To Lovers

Poppy

KENNY OMEGA:

Reader Caught Masturbating

Virgin Brat

WARDLOW:

Male Reader

Pet Name

Professor!Wardlow

OnlyFans

Finding Out That You’re Pregnant

Celebration after winning a championship

Celebration after winning a championship pt.2

CASH WHEELER

Pregnancy

ELIAS SAMSON:

Blindfolded NSFW

Jealous Elias In The Club

CODY RHODES:

Office Edition

TRIPLE H:

SFW/NSFW

Breeding Kink

COLT COBANA:

SFW/NSFW

SHEAMUS:

NSFW/SFW

JOHNNY GARGANO:

NSFW

MJF:

NSFW

Shower Sex

Soft for his SO

PETE DUNNE:

Agressive Make Out

Con Non-Con

MUSTAFA ALI:

Single Mother Reader

SETH ROLLINS:

Kidnapping

AUSTIN GUNN:

Smut

Fluff

JUNGLE BOY:

Smut

Taking Care Of A Sick SO

DD/LG

Jeans

Hate Fuck

SAMMY GUEVERA:

Photo Prompt

Sammy x Reader x Ethan

Sammy x Alan 5 Angels x Reader

JEFF HARDY:

Fluff/Smut

POLYAMOROUS:

Johnny Gargano/Tommaso Ciampa/Reader

Jon Moxley/Eddie Kingston/Reader

Matt Jackson/Nick Jackson/Reader

EXCEPTIONS (SPECIAL REQUESTS):

Kane NSFW  (to ava-valerie)

Undertaker DD/LG (to ava-valerie)