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mrsaltieri-real · 9 months

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Like a Virgin pt3 (Virgin!Ethan Landry x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Warnings/s: 18+, smut, p in v, langauge, riding, first time, degradation, established degradation kink, premature ejaculation, praise kink, oral, (fem receiving) squirting, face fucking, (Ethan’s a needy, greedy little fucker whose found a love in eating pussy)dom!reader, basically pure filth, brief mention of Richie’s death and his father snapping, etc

Length: 2.5k

Here’s the third and final part of this little series. I had a lot of fun writing this part. A. Lot. Probably the smuttiest thing I’ve ever fucking wrote and I had a lot of fun with it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you again for this request, anon!

Read part 1 HERE

Read part 2 HERE

Ethan couldn’t believe this was really happening. The last few years of his life were filled with nothing but pain and carnage. The grieving of his brother, his father snapping after the fact…

He knew why he was here, in the apartment you shared with Tara, Sam and unbeknownst to them, his sister. But in this moment, gazing up at your gorgeous face in awe as you gently rolled your hips across his slowly swelling cock, the feeling of your soft hands resting on his shoulders with your fingernails lightly digging into his creamy skin, all of that abandoned his mind completely. He just wanted to focus on you.

He felt anxious as he lifted his trembling hands to hesitantly rest them on your hips, feeling the tight arousal begin to slowly build up inside of him for the second time tonight. A small part of his brain was surprised that he was able to get hard again as his cock began to swell. Maybe you just had this kind of effect on him.

He’d wanted you for as long as he’d known you, craved you even. He’d been completely oblivious to the lingering looks and lustful gazes you had in turn been sending his way these last couple of weeks, although you had of course noticed his. Ethan was a lot of things but subtle was absolutely not one of them.

The feeling of your increasingly wet pussy sliding over him was already becoming almost too much for him to handle. You watched as his expression turned into one of pure concentration as his blunt fingernails dug into the soft skin of your hips and you let out a small laugh.

“You can’t cum just yet, you know? I’m not even fucking you.”

“I know.” He huffed a little, his voice strained. “It just feels really good.”

You smiled down at him, one hand moving from his chest as you lifted your hips, reaching between the two of you to grasp his cock in your hand, slowly guiding it to the entrance of your soaked hole. He let out a small whimper as he felt his tip gently rest just inside of you and your hand moved back to his chest, still hovering just above him.

“You ready?” You asked softly.

He wanted to move so badly, feel you envelop him entirely, squeezing and milking him. He had to stop himself, a sheen of sweat from the unbridled concentration beginning to form on his forehead and chest.

“Yes! Yes, just… please?” He spoke softly, utterly beautiful and almost already a complete mess.

“Please what?”

“Please take me.” He blurted out, unable to disguise his desperate need “Please take me.”

For some reason, him saying this made you let out a small groan, looking down at him with a deep want as you slowly, deliberately rolled your hips, sighing at the satisfying stretch as he slowly began to fill you. You watched his face all the while, his eyes fluttering and starting to roll back as his hands gripped your hips even tighter.

You are a dominating person, especially when it comes to sex. But this was Ethan’s first time and honestly, you didn’t want to overwhelm him. Not just yet, anyway. As you adjusted to him, you rocked your hips, sinking down onto him completely and making him let out a small, surprised gasp in the process as he felt your heat completely cover him

“Fuck,” you moaned gently, leaning back on top of him so he could see his cock buried inside of you.

Ethan’s eyes were now set on the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen; him completely engulfed by you. He stared, mouth slack as you began to grind and roll your hips, watching as his dick slid inside of your cunt with hungry eyes. “How’s it- fuck. How’s it feel?“ you asked, looking down at him with a small smirk.

“Oh- oh my god.” He was so sweetly hypnotised at the sight before him, feeling every part of your hot, wet cunt with his dick. It was almost too much.

“Look at me.” You demanded, leaning forward again to grip his hair between your fingers so he was forced to look at your face. As you did so, he felt your hard nipples graze over his and he shivered a little. “Tell me how it feels.”

“I- I can’t explain.” He gasped quickly, tensing up as he felt you very deliberately squeeze around him.

“Be a good boy and try. You’re my good boy, aren’t you Ethan?” Your face was inches away from his, one hand still gripping his hair and the other slowly moved between you and started circling your clit gently, applying the pressure that would make you squeeze him in just the way you knew he’d love. He let out a loud whimper at your praise and the tight, warm feeling, brown eyes huge and desperate.

“Yes, yes I’m your good boy, I promise.” He whispered shakily.

“Then tell me-“ another sharp grind of your ass made him almost begin to sob there and then. “- how it fucking feels.”

“Feels fucking amazing. You’re so tight. Squeezing me. I can’t- fuck-“ his voice was shaking and trailed off and you watched as his eyes screwed up and his hips thrust up into you, making you gasp and let out a surprised moan as he brushed that little spot deep inside of you with his tip. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have moved, I’m sorry, I just- god, I just-“ he began apologising, fast and rambling with his voice rising and falling with every collapse of your hips as he opened his eyes and tears from the stimulation began to spill down his cheeks. You let out a breathless laugh, moving to place your hand over his mouth.

“It’s okay, baby. You want me to stop?“

His voice was loud but muffled as he practically yelled, “No, no, please no!” from behind your hand, his desperation for you only turning you on even more.

“Look at you.” You almost scoffed a little, moving your hands from his mouth to wipe the pathetic tears that stained his cheeks. “You’re fucking crying? So needy, so pathetic.” You laughed down at him, sighing as your head fell back whilst you continued to bounce on top of him, clenching and unclenching your pussy with every fall. Some part of Ethan was surprised he enjoyed you calling him pathetic, the words only making him throb inside of you desperately.

You felt him twitch, laughing to yourself breathlessly and shaking your head at him. “You’re not to fucking cum, not yet. Understand?“ the pathetic whimper that fell from him as he looked up at you pleadingly was endearing as fuck and it made the feeling of your impending orgasm loom even closer.

“Understand?” You said again, more firmly this time and he bobbed his head a little, the series of broken whimpers still falling from his plump lips. “You’re not cumming until I do.” You told him. “Now, I want you to match me, okay?” He blinked a little, streaming eyes falling down to watch how you rolled your hips and he let out a soft huff as he, much more tentatively this time, bucked his hips up as yours came down. He felt proud of the intense moans that came out of you and he continued to thrust into you, feeling himself press into something hard that resulted in you letting out a loud, almost pornograpgic groan, feeling yourself clench around him even harder, your fingers still desperately rubbing at your clit. This ended up being the result of him uncontrollably beginning to twitch inside of you.

“Oh god… oh GOD.” His head fell back into the pillow as he began to unload inside of you, a series of downright delicious whimpers and moans falling out of him as he coated your walls. He trembled as a loud sob escaped his lips at the feeling of your cunt milking him, writhing as his hips stuttered and his eyes rolled back into his head.

“Oh, I’m sorry? Did I say you could cum?” You asked him. In all honesty, you weren’t at all mad. Seeing him like this, his curls sticking to his forehead from the sweat and his face twisted and him crying in pleasure was all the satisfaction you needed.

“I’m sorry.” He said in a small, slurred voice, his chest heaving as he gradually stopped twitching and writhing from under you, his cock slowly began to soften inside of you and throbbing dully. He suddenly blinked, realising what he’d done. “Oh.. you didn’t.. oh, fuck.” He felt angry at himself for not obeying you, not making you cum with his cock, but that was somewhat filtered out by the intense pleasure he was also feeling from his first time being that damn good.

“It’s alright, honey. Next time.” You lightly patted his cheek before climbing off of him and standing up, hearing him wince as his raw cock slid out of your dripping hole.

“No, no.” You could hear the frown in his voice and you turned down to face him, seeing him practically scramble across the bed to fall to his knees in front of you.

“What are you-“

“Let me?” He asked, eyes pleading as they flickered up to your face and to your leaking cunt, marvelling as he saw his cum spilling out of you. “Please let me?”

“I don’t know..” you sighed, raising an eyebrow down at him. “You didn’t listen to me when I told you not to cum. Why should I let you do this when you clearly want it so badly?”

“Please?” He begged again, eyes incapable of looking at anything else other than your pussy. “I can apologise better this way. Let me?”

You couldn’t help but smile down at him fondly.

“So fucking desperate, aren’t you? Wanting to eat your cum out of me and get me off.” He licked his lips a little, waiting almost impatiently for you to give him the go ahead.

“Fine then, get me off.”

He didn’t need anything more. His mouth latched eagerly to your swollen clit, almost making you fall backward. You gripped his shoulder for balance as he eagerly licked and sucked at your clit, cradling it between his soft lips. “Fuck, baby.” You sighed, lifting your leg and resting it over his shoulder so you could rest your hands in his hair, pushing his face against your cunt. His hands slid up your legs to grip your ass, holding him as close to you as possible as his tongue moved from your clit to delve into your hole that was stuffed with his cum. He moaned against you, tasting the mixture of both of your arousal on his tongue as he hungrily curled his tongue inside of you, looking up at your face to ensure it was okay.

“Mmm- fuckkkkk.” You moaned out, head falling back. Now he was past the shy, awkward stage and was now intensely eager and more confident in eating you out, the feeling was almost indescribable. His tongue was soft and velvety as you rocked your hips on his face yet again, his nose softly bumping against your clit. “Fucking filthy boy.” You murmured, fingers twisting in his hair as your head fell forward to look down at him. “Eating me so good, aren’t you baby? Making me feel fucking amazing.” He huffed eagerly against your cunt at your praise, moaning loudly against you as you began to grind your hips faster. “Use your fingers and rub my clit.” You instructed, feeling the coil inside of you close to snapping.

He moved his hand from your ass to do just that, his fingers sloppily running over your swollen bundle of nerves. This tipped you over the edge, your fingers yanking at his hair as you panted and moaned, uncontrollably grinding your pussy all over his face. He tried to keep up with the movements, not wanting to miss out on even a drop of your sweet juices as you let out a sound not even you had heard before and began twitching and writhing above him. Your sudden unexpected movements startled him a little and he began to move back from your pussy, eyes almost alarmed.

“Don’t stop, don’t you fucking dare stop.” You almost shouted, grabbing the back of his head and forcing his face back to your quivering cunt. He obliged, attaching his lips to your clit once again and sucking nice and hard, humming softly against you and sending vibrations through your core.

“Oh, fuck baby, fuck yes.” You cried out, legs trembling as you not only came practically sobbing Ethan’s name as you rode and fucked his pretty face, but did something that had never happened before. You weren’t sure if it was because he was genuinely good, or the fact it was the knowledge that the guy hungrily sucking at your clit was Ethan, but something inside you snapped and you began squirting against his mouth as your whole body convulsed, a series of loud and unfiltered cries of pure ecstasy falling through your lips.

Ethan greedily lapped up your spraying juices, eyes still wide in surprise as he felt and swallowed how much came out of you.

You were shaking and still twitching as Ethan finished licking happily until you were clean and finished, smiling proudly in front of you as your leg dropped from his shoulder and you stumbled a little to sit on your bed.

“Jesus.” You sighed out, body still trembling uncontrollably.

“Are you okay?” His proud expression suddenly switched up to concern as he shuffled closer to you on his knees, resting a large hand on your shaking knee. “Oh, god did I hurt you? Was I not supposed to-“

“Shh, baby.” You said softly, smiling weakly and resting a shaky hand on his cheek. He leaned into it happily, his eyes closing at your touch. “I’m fine. I’ve just… never cum like that before.”

“Really?” He looked almost smug and you let out a small breathless laugh.

“Yeah, really. Don’t look like that.” You scolded him playfully before falling back onto your bed, trying to steady your breathing.

You felt the bed dip and then watched him as he laid down next to you, looking at your face all the while. You chuckled a little, lifting your hand to gently wipe your leftover arousal and his dried up tears from his chin and cheeks.

“Are you okay? This being your first time and all?”

“Oh, are you kidding?” The smile that broke across his face was infectious. “That was..wow. I don’t even think I can explain it.” His eyes were still huge and wild, glinting in the dim light. You rolled over so you were on your stomach, leaning over him to kiss him gently on his swollen lips. “You’re a good teacher.” He said as you pulled away a little to look at him.

“You’re a good student. Very obedient.” Your tone was approving and it made him grin happily.

“I liked doing what you told me.” He admitted almost shyly. “And I liked other stuff too.”

“What other stuff?” You pressed him, suddenly curious.

“Like when you uh…” he trailed off, shaking his head a little. “No, it doesn’t matter.”

“Come on,” you cupped his cheek in your hand, pulling his face back to look at you. “I’m not gonna judge you, what did you like?”

Ethan sighed a little. He couldn’t say no to you anymore, it just wasn’t possible.

“When you said I was… needy.” He spoke in a small hesitant voice. “… and pathetic.”

You raised your eyebrows at him a little, feeling oddly charmed by his little confession. “You liked that, hm?”

He nodded shyly, eyes still looking into yours. “More than I thought I would.”

“Well,” you said thoughtfully. “Maybe next time we can see what else you like.”

#i got a little excited #and very carried away #he’s such a pathetic mess I love him #sub!ethan is fucking everything #such a needy boy UGH #hope you all enjoy #I know I did #scream #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #sub! ethan landry #slasher x reader #scream 6

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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ghostface under you / fic of this here

if you were trapped in a crashed car with ghostface and had to climb over his lap to get out, I see no issue with lowering your crotch just a little, just to see if he's hard, like if he's getting off on trying to kill you. and if he is hard, maybe lower yourself just a little more, maybe a little roll of the hips to see if he reacts and whether he's seduceable. and if he's not hard, maybe try it anyway, just to see if he's a dude, see if he gets hard, see what he's packing, for investigative purposes of course. less risky than lifting the mask.

and if he gets hard but isn't seduceable, hopefully he's groggy enough to disarm him and pin his wrists in the headrest behind him while you have your fun. then take a dick pic selfie so you can fuck with him the next time he calls you.

my survival odds are actively plummeting 📉

#ghostface #scream 2 #ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #ghostface smut #slasher fucker #ghostface imagine #sub!ghostface #toxicanonymity ☠️#ghostface ☠️

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pastelclovds · 4 months

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can u do ABO au with slashers going through their heat and asking the reader coughbeggingcough for help?

cw: this was longer than expected, dom!top!gn!alpha!reader, sub!bottom!omega!michael myers, knotting, heats, praise kink, condom use, michael is implied to be a virgin, male omegas have pussies and dicks, all alphas have dicks. word count: 1.3 k

michael had experienced many things in his life, but one thing he never experienced, were his heats. because he was in the mental institution, michael was given suppressants by the doctors all his life up until he escaped and started his rampage.

but five days after his escape, he began feeling hot and sweaty, his vision was blurry, and his pussy was leaking slick like crazy. michael didn’t know what was happening to him, and for the first time in his life, he was confused and scared. it soon got worse to the point where michael couldn’t even walk and hid himself in an alley. that’s when he meet you. you were an alpha that was throwing out the trash behind your house, when you caught the scent of an omega in heat.

you were obviously worried for the poor soul, so you followed the scent, and there you found the infamous bogeyman. michael gripped onto his knife with a shaky hold and tried to attack you, but his movements were slow and you quickly slapped the knife out of his hands. michael let out a threatening growl and pounced on top of you, the air was pushed out of your lungs as michael’s hands were put beside your head and made you stay down. “h-hey, i just want to help you. an omega shouldn’t be out in public during their heat, you’re in pain, aren’t you?” you asked, trying to keep a calm voice and pumping out comforting pheromones.

michael let out deep pants of air, you could tell he was holding onto his last bit of strength by the way his body was shaking. michael unexpectedly whines when he unknowingly rubs his clothed hard-on against your thigh. you gently put your hand on his plastic cheek, you ask, “has this ever happened to you?” michael shakes his head no, you know enough about this guy to know that he was dangerous, but you couldn’t just leave him here to suffer through his first heat.

“let me help you, please,” you pleaded, michael thought long and hard, and eventually agreed. you led him inside your house, up to your bedroom, and quickly got to business. before you could even remove your boxers, michael pushed you onto your bed, dry humping you like a feral beast. you pulled michael in for a kiss against his covered lips as you zipped him out of his jumpsuit so that he was just in his underwear. as michael fought with your mouth for dominance, you flip the both of you over so that michael’s back was on the mattress.

you reach for your nightstand and take out lube and a condom pack from the drawer. michael’s breath hitches as he watches you pull your cock out and slide the condom on. you smile down at the bogeyman and went to kiss so dangerously close to his abdomen up to his large chest. “you have such a beautiful body, michael. your abs, arms, and thighs are strong,” you pull michael’s underwear down, and place your hands between his thick thighs to pull them apart and reveal his wet entrance. “oh what i would give to have my head between these things, and have you ride my face. perhaps we could do it next time, if you want to,” michael’s dick twitched in interest as more slick spilled from his cunt. he liked praise, noted.

you didn’t want to tease him too much because once again, he was in heat, and you were slightly scared of what he would do if you kept him waiting any longer. you wanted to make his first heat as pleasurable as possible.

you slipped in a finger, his walls took you in with ease. michael moaned when you began to work your finger inside him, he’d never had something that big inside him before. you were putting his comfort above your own pleasure, precum gathered at the tip of michael’s cock. he let out another loud whine when you put another finger inside him, he moved to cover his mouth. there was so much slick that you didn’t think he even needed lube, michael thrusted against your fingers, desperately looking for the relief he needed. deciding he was loose enough, you pulled your fingers out of his pussy (he glared at you through his mask for doing so), grabbed the lube, and poured it over your slick covered hand to bathe your cock in.

you held out your hand for michael, “let me know if you feel uncomfortable, okay?” michael was taken aback by your gentleness, but nodded and took your hand in his. you wrapped his legs around your waist, lined your cock up to his dripping pussy, and slowly pushed inside, thankfully he was wet and loose enough so you bottom out with ease. michael squeezed your hand as he breathed heavily, his walls were so warm, you resisted the urge to just plow him then and there.

it wasn’t until he was grinding his hips that he silently told you to fuck him. you set a deep but slow pace, michael let out guttural groans when the fat heat of your cock hit his sweet spot. slaps of skin against skin filled your ears, along with you and michael’s mixed moans made your hips speed up. michael gasped when you grabbed his legs and pushed them against his chest, the new angle made you thrust deeper into him. “you feel- oh, so good for me, mikey. gonna make me cum soon,” michael moans breathlessly in your ear as his hands grip desperately on your back.

the bed slammed against your wall in sync with your pace, the smell of heat and sex filled the room, and if there was anyone in your house, they would be able to hear you two fucking like animals. michael could feel his walls tighten around you before slick and cum dirty your thighs and chest. he holds you as tight as he can, overstimulation overcoming him as you relentlessly use him to chase your end. your knot starts to expand, making it harder to thrust until you finally bottom out and fill the condom with hot cum.

michael and yourself were cover in a thin layer of sweat as you both let your orgasms wash over you. it took awhile until your knot lessened enough to pull out, “you were so good for me michael, relax while i get us some water and napkins,” michael watched as you threw away the used condom and left the room, he felt so much better than earlier, albeit sweaty, but still good. you came back with two glasses of water and a tissue box and sat beside michael. you made a move to take off his mask, but he took your wrist in a death grin and let out a warning grown.

“sorry baby, but you need to drink something,” michael was silent, you sighed and put the glass on top of the nightstand beside the bed. “after i’m done cleaning you up, i’m going to sleep, you can drink then. i don’t want you having a sore throat.” you rip a few tissue out of the box and begins cleaning michael and yourself. michael was watching you like a hawk the entire time, your face, your neck that didn’t have a mating mark (yet), and your cock. once you’re done, you wrap your bedsheets around michael and yourself. you smile at michael before kissing his masked cheek and resting your head on a pillow facing him, “goodnight, michael.” he watches as you drift off to sleep and you begin drooling on the pillow case. you looked so peaceful when you sleep.

the morning came, and michael was was not beside you. you were fully expecting him to kill you in your sleep, but thankfully he didn’t. you thought that would be the last and only time you’ll ever see the bogeyman. oh how wrong you were. you weren’t upset though, in fact, you were gleeful.

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bibibudin · 8 months

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Sub!Brahms Heelshire x Reader

THIS ACC/POST IS 18+ SO MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!

Follow me on my new account @bibibudin666 where I’ll be posting more content there :-)

Just a little somethin somethin I put together while I work on other things hehe~ Hope you filthies~ enjoy!!

warnings: (that I def forgot to add before)

handjob, begging, blood drawing (very minor just a lip bite), cum. pretty sure that's it hehe~

Check out my new Brahms POV Drabble here!!

His face was glued to your neck, pressing the porcelain nose onto your skin it burns cold like ice. His tousled black hair tickles your chin, you bring your hand up to stroke his curls as he nuzzles into you deeper. Your other hand is wrapped around his cock as you pump him nice and slow. He couldn’t control the whimpers that fell from his lips as you pleased him.

He deserved this treatment you were giving him. Throughout the whole day he was being such a good boy for you and Brahms is well aware that good boys get good rewards. His eyes screwed shut, reveling in the feeling of your hand on him. He didn’t want it to end. He was so close to finishing but he wanted to stay in this euphoric state just a bit more, so he held back his release. Trying to delay it as much as possible, as hard as it is for him.

His whimpers only grow louder and louder, like music to your ears, he sounds so beautiful. There’s nothing you enjoyed more than making the tall brooding man melt like putty under your hands.

“Come on Brahmsy, I know you’re close. Just cum for me hmm?”

He lets out a groan at your words, a complete 180 from the sounds he was making before. You feel yourself ache at his noises, you grip him tighter, wanting him to hurry and finish. Although you want him to cum, the night was far from over. This would only be the first of the night considering you plan on making him beg for you for hours to come.

“Not yet…” He pants, his quiet voice barely reaching your ears.

Your soft pets at his hair halt when you swiftly grab his locks, yanking his head from your neck so you could look into his teary eyes.

“You cum when I say, so cum Brahms.” You demand.

You couldn’t see him bite his lip under his mask, the metallic taste coating his tongue as he draws blood. He mustn’t disobey your orders now, not when he was being so good for you all day. His eyes screwed shut as he finally let himself reach his peak. Your hand movements not faltering as you carry him to the end. You can feel the hot thick liquid coat your hands and stomach. You coo at him and kiss his cold cheek in the process, slowly slowing down your strokes.

When he’s finished you bring your hand up to your mouth and taste him, the saltiness melting on your tongue as you lick up every bit of his release on your hand. He whimpers again at your gestures, admiring the site. When you’re finished you smile delicately at him. He’s so in love with you and everything you do. He’d do anything, kill anything to make sure you’re safe and happy.

After you finish you cup his face in your hands and plant a kiss on his porcelain lips. He closes his eyes as to kiss you back and you pull away slightly. His eyes flutter open to meet yours and he gets lost in the color of them. He then nuzzles his face into your hands, wanting you to touch him more. You don’t give him the satisfaction just yet.

“Let’s go upstairs, yeah? I’m not done with you just yet, we still have a whole night ahead of us.” You say calmly, looking deep into his eyes.

He nods and lets you take his hands in yours as he follows you up the stairs, where the rest of the night takes hold.

If you enjoyed make sure to like and rb, hey why not leave a little comment too hehe~ thanks for reading OKAY BYEE!!

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thedepressedespresso · 1 year

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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?

#slashers x reader #slashers x male reader #slashers x male reader smut #slashers x reader smut #x male reader #dom reader #top reader #sub slashers #bottom slashers #michael myers x reader #jason voorhes x reader #billy lenz x reader #bo sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #smut #slashers smut

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frenchfrywrites · 7 months

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Kinktober Day Nine

Mommy Kink

MINORS DNI

warnings: soft dom bottom amab gn reader, sub top Thomas Hewitt, mommy kink

Thomas loves it when you call him baby.

He thinks he hides it well, but truthfully he's not that good at hiding his reactions. You see the way he squirms and flushes each time you say it. It's cute, with him being so much bigger and stronger than you. You love the way he likes to be treated like some small delicate thing.

You didn't think it went beyond that, until of course his hands started signing "mommy," while you were riding him.

"Oh baby," you groan, your cock giving a heavy twitch as your brain processes what the signals his hands are making mean. "You like how mommy's cunt feels around your cock, Tommy?" you ask, squeezing around him as you sink down on his dick. Thomas covers his face with his hands, seemingly embarrassed even though you know he likes it, because his hips thrust up to meet yours.

"Don't be shy," you coo, taking his hands in yours as you rise and fall again and again on his cock, "hah, I'll be your mommy, baby. I'll take care of you," you promise. You know Thomas is blushing something fierce under his mask from the way that his breath hitches.

"Sweet thing, oh— making mama feel so good," you moan. Thomas grips your hands tightly, practically shaking under you. You think he must be close to cumming, and trying oh so hard not to cum too quick. His breathing grows heavy, his chest rising and falling in time with your pace.

You're not much better off, feeling closer and closer to climax with each time you lower yourself and his cock brushes your prostate.

"You're feeling close?" he nods at your question, letting out a barely audible whine. You coo, "cum inside mommy, baby, fuh-fill me up, ungh— it's okay, I'm clo-oh-se too," you ramble, your cock leaking pre cum onto your abdomen, a clear tell for Thomas that you're going to cum.

He jerks his hips up once or twice, meeting your hips with a lewd slap, and then he's cumming, turning his head and trying his best to hide his face in the pillow under him.

"Oh there we go, there's my good boy," you moan, chasing your own pleasure as you help him ride out his orgasm. His cum is hot and fills you in all the right places, and you're so close.

Thomas letting go of one of your hands to sign "please" is what eventually brings you over, dirtying the two of you as you cum untouched, the bed creaking at the force in which you ride him.

"Jesus Chirst," you breathe, once Tommy has gone soft inside of you, and the feeling of him, still so big and thick, stretching you open is overwhelming. Your thighs ache as you lift yourself off him, feeling his cum leak from your hole as you flop down beside him.

Thomas hides his face in your chest, and you run your fingers through his hair.

"That was fun," you tell him before you kiss his head lovingly. Thomas nods in agreement. "I definitely want you to call me mommy more often," you add.

Thomas leans back enough so you can see him sign "yes ma'am", and you laugh, taking his face in your hands and kissing him properly.

#short and sweet bc i got a flu shot today and it rocked my socks made me sleepy as all fuck hell #spice #cw mommy kink #sub thomas hewitt #sub slashers

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struckd0wn · 4 months

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Could you make s'more Johnny Sawyer/Slaughter content pls? There's legit zero to none f'him with m/ftm readers, your kinktober fic of'him is the first i've seen in the time span the game's been out /(;^;)\

a/n: I am so sorry I am just now getting to this, I'm also sorry if this is not exactly what you imagined for a fic, I was just thinking off the top of my head lol

Tw: blood and cannibalism

Bath time - Johnny Sawyer

You're covered in deep crimson blood. It drips off of you, seeping into you clothes. It's smeared all over your skin, you face and arms getting the worst of it. You had helped with the weekly dismembering, chopping up bodies the family would eat for dinner. You still refused to eat the flesh of strangers, opting for eggs you'd get from the chickens around the farm.

Johnny comes up from behind you, wrapping his muscular arms around you. "Nice job baby," The taller male whispers into your ear, kissing along the crook of your neck. "Your so hot when you're dripping in blood, you look so badass." Your boyfriend teases, turning you around in his arms so he can meet your eyes. You complain about the mess, annoyed from the strong metallic smell that was starting to give you a headache.

Although Johnny didn't really mind the mess, he didn't know if he wanted to deal with you begin irritated for the rest of the day so he drags you into the house. You're careful to not touch anything once inside, not wanting to dirty anything as you walk up the stairs and to the bathroom.

The bathroom is poorly lit, not extremely clean but it's not to terrible. It's small, Johnny takes up a lot of the space as he undresses, throwing his bloodied clothes all over the floor. You think to scold him, the clothes would surely mess up the floor but you don't say anything, turning your back to the large male as you strip. You hear John shuffle behind you, placing his large hands on the waistband of you jeans, jeans that were actually his. He slides them over you hips, letting them drop the the floor with a soft thud.

His hands roam along you sides and abdomen, fingers further smearing the blood on your soft skin. You want to enjoy his touch but when his bare chest meats you back you can feel the blood on him rub of on you, pushing him of with a gentle jab to his gut with you elbow. You lover laughs playfully, turning the shower on to warm. You cover yourself with the best of your ability, and although you shouldn't be so self-conscious (seeing as Johnny has seen you in such vulnerable states before), you can't help but feel a little insecure in comparison to him.

Johnny has much more muscle mass then you, his chest and back are defined from hard work on the farm. His legs as strong and he shoulders broad. Top surgery had helped your dysphoria a bit but now everytime you look at your boyfriend you felt a bit jealous, or maybe even a yearning. Johnny, of course, was oblivious to this. He was brought up extremely sheltered, only able to get out to hunter for dinner.

Johnny hadn't seen much trans people at all and to be fair he didn't really understand but always respected people regardless. You've tried to explain to him but he just hasn't fully grasped the concept yet, doesn't understand why you'd be jealous of his physique. John thinks you're stunning regardless.

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The two of you sit in the tub together, deciding after your shower to just relaxe a bit in the bath. The bathtub is small, Johnny has to bend his legs at the knee to fit, you sit in between his legs, leaning against his strong chest. His hand rake through you wet hair, almost sending you to sleep. "Don't fall asleep on me now." A chuckle rumbles through his chest, making the water ripple around you.

Johnny shuffles underneath you, his fingers hold you tight against him. He kisses the nape of your neck, his callused hands kneed the soft flesh of your thighs from under the water. You turn to your side, looking at your boyfriend as he lazily drags his hands all over you. He watches your flustered expression as he caresses you, smirking down at you wildly. The bigger male grabs hold of your waist, turning you so you face him directly.

You struggle to straddling Johnny in the cramped bathtub, but you manage. He pulls you into him, kissing you roughly as the water around you sloshed around. He palms at the flesh of you ass, squeezing it softly. You moan pathetically into his mouth when you feel his erection throb underneath you. John moves a hand off of you ass, bringing it to your front and inbetween the both of you. He runs his fingers through you folds, the sensation of water adding additional wetness to your already leaking cunt. You moan again, only louder, your lover chuckles deeply, pressing another quick kiss to your swollen lips. "You'll have to keep quiet, we don't know who's all in the house."

You blush brightly at the thought of the others hearing you. You know Drayton is probably in the house, either cooking food or tidying up the kitchen. Bubba would most likely be outside, but you're unsure of where Nubbins and Sissy might be. While you're distracted the man below you slides a finger into you pussy, brushing against the spot that drives you insane. He smiled as you try to keep quiet, shoving your face into the crook of his neck to do so.

Johnny groans lowly after hearing you moan his name, feeling you rub against his erection needely as he fucks you on his long fingers. He hoped to tease you a bit longer but he really can't help himself. The bigger male removes his fingers from your cunt but he's sure to replace it soon after with the tip of his cock. You whine as he pushes into your heat, filling you effortlessly. "Fuck baby, you feel so good." He purrs, holding your ass in both hands and he grinds you against his cock.

The strain of trying to keep quiet almost gives you a headache, biting down on your boyfriends collarbone to hush yourself. Johnny hisses at the pain, laughing at your futile attempts. "You know what, let then hear you. I want them to hear how good I fuck you." He teases, watching you turn bright red at the thought. You shake your head no, biting down on him harder to maybe silence his teasing. He continues regardless, lifting you up and down on his cock, the water around the two of you splashing slightly, some ever spilling out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor.

"You looked so hot earlier, dripping in blood," John reminds you, mouth falling open in a silent groan, composing himself before he continues to talk. "It got me so hard, it was difficult to keep working. I was waiting for this." Your lover continues to ramble on, thrusting up into you harshly. "Next time will you let me fuck you like that, covered in blood." The thought eggs him on, speeding up as he imagines it. You can't even respond, fucked dumb on his shaft as he plows into your wet cunt.

Inevitably it was impossible for you to stay quiet, and to be fair John was being much louder than you anyways. What a hypocrite. Your orgasms coils in the pit of you stomach, you grow louder and louder, ultimately forgetting your embarrassment and need to be quite. His name spills from your lips, whining loudly before you cum, shaking in his strong arms.

Johnny curses profanities, feeling your pussy clench and pulse around him in result of your orgasm. His grip on you is tight, leaving bruises on your soft flesh. "Yeah just like that darling." He mumbles, it doesn't take long for Johnny to cum, filling you full of his warm seed. He uses you to ride out his orgasm, making you cry out in overstimulation.

The water stills and both of your laboured breaths filll the small room. You whince as the bigger man pulls you off of him, soiling the water with a mixture of both of your juices.

After a bit, johnny stands, pulling you up with him. He dries you off gently before wrapping the towel around your naked form, tying his own towel around his waist. He kisses you sweetly on the forehead, draining the tub before leading you twords the bathroom door.

You almost run right into the figure on the other side, Johnny has to stop you with a strong arm. Bubba stands there awkwardly, silent as per usual. You hold the towel against yourself tightly, averting your gaze in embarrassment. "Hey, don't you know it's weird to ease drop!" Johnny exclaims, pushing the masked man to the side.

"There's no need too, we could all hear you anyways." You hear Sissy scoffs as she descends the wooden staircase.

Well, dinner tonight was going to be awkward.

#smut #ftm reader #trans reader #johnny slaughter x reader #transmasc reader #drabbles #sub male reader #johnny sawyer x reader #slasher smut #slasher x reader

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doctordbd · 2 years

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List of stuff I’m working on.

Lester x fem reader

Context: tricking Lester into thinking he was domming but quickly turning the tables.

Title: “Brunch”

Sub trickster x gn reader

Context: reader hardcore railing sub trickster over the shack window till he starts to see stars.

Title: “Star Struck”

Danny x gn reader {completed}

Context: reader brat taming Danny, with a good helping of manhandling and biting.

Title: “Hex: Plaything”

Danny x fem reader

Context: psychic survivor fem reader portrayed weak and small doms Danny when she is the last one left alive in the trial.

Title: “Save the best for last”

Bubba x fem reader

Context: killer fem reader doms Bubba, her service sub, after a long day of infuriating trials.

Title: “Knock out”

Danny x male reader

Context: male wannabe ghostface reader doms his obsession, Danny.

Title: “Furtive Chase”

Have my hands quite full but I plan on pumping some out soon. :b

#slashers #dbd #slasher fucker #dead by daylight #fanfic #love you #horror #smut #help plz #slasher imagines #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher smut #i need my subby slashers in my life #sub slashers #subby slashers #subby men make me 😫#sub slashers x reader

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l1tw1ck · 1 year

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Fuck (Marry, Kill)

You get drugged in the backseat of Kurt's car

Bottom!FTM Kurt Kunkle x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Stalking, Drugged Sex (Aphrodisiacs), Oral, Car Sex, Squirting, Degrading, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Creampie, Kidnapping

📝 1,213 Words

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"Thanks for picking me up again…uh-" You pause, noticing that your driver’s wearing the same shirt you were wearing last time he drove you.

"It’s Kurt, you know, KurtsWorld96? I drove you la- last week?" He looks at you offendedly.

"No- I- ugh…I just- I have the same shirt."

"Oh yeah, I know." He smiles. You give him a weird creeped out look but don’t press him further. You don’t wanna know. Kurt grabs a reusable water bottle that was in the cup holder and hands it to you, eyes still on the road. "You mus- must be thirsty, have some water."

"I dunno…" You look at the bottle suspiciously. It wasn’t see through so you couldn’t tell if it was really water in there.

"C'mon. Jus- just drink it, o- okay?" Kurt tries to stop himself from losing his temper.

"…Okay." You shrug. It’s not like you had much to live for anyway. You take a big sip of the water, weirdly enough you were kinda interested to see what would happen. The last thing you remember before blacking is Kurt’s weird smile in the mirror.

You finally come to, you shut your eyes tightly as a bright white light overloads your senses. You're so delirious you could barely hear anything either. The only thing you could make out was Kurt saying, "Fuck, marry, or kill?"

You couldn’t even process what he said, you’re completely out of your mind. You’re still in the backseat of his car but your arms are tied behind your back. You don’t even try to move, you’re too fucked up to do anything.

"Fu- fuck?" Kurt blushes. "Really guys?" He looks at the results of his poll.

Someone donates a dollar, the text to speech reads the message aloud. "Don’t act like you didn’t want fuck to win."

Kurt bites his lip. "Well…obviously…" Kurt fumbles with the waistband of your sweats.

A quiet involuntary groan escapes your lips as he finally makes it to your underwear, hand lightly tracing your dick. "You like that?" Kurt laughs creepily. "Should I suck them off, guys?" He looks at the chat, the answer is unanimous. Everyone wanted to see him give you a blowjob.

"Wonder how big your dick is…" He kneels down on the floor and pulls your underwear down excitedly. Your half hard cock flops out, making Kurt moan softly.

He grips your dick, licking it up like it's ice cream. He sucks lightly on your tip, drinking up your pre cum.

"Mm.." You look down at him, bucking your hips up. Kurt's eyes widen, the drug was an aphrodisiac but you should be too weak to do anything. Kurt tries his best not to throw up as your cock continuously attacks the back of his throat. "Fuck.."

The tips of his ears redden from the sounds of your groans. He's always loved your voice and smell. When he stole some of your clothes, he recorded you talking and used it and your clothes to get off. The stream saw the whole thing, from the break in to the heavy breaths he let out after his orgasm.

All his viewers wanted to see him get his brains fucked out, some even wanted to do it themselves.

"Yes—" You roll your head back, your movements jittering as you come. Kurt swallows everything he can before pulling away.

He turns to the chat. "Wha- what next?" His voice is hoarse.

The chat is unanimous, everyone wants you to fuck him.

Kurt bites his lip and turns back to you, his blush illuminated by the LEDs draped around his car. He takes his pants off and gets onto the seats, leaning against the door. He spreads his legs apart, showing you and one of the various cameras how soaked he is while wearing what is no doubt a stolen pair of your underwear.

You watch hazily as he pulls the boxers off, spreading his folds apart before pushing two fingers in. He shivers under your gaze, putting a show on for you.

Your length springs back to life as you practically drool over him. He keeps his eyes locked on your face while yours are focused on his dripping cunt.

He slowly pulls his fingers out then crawls over to you. With his back facing you, Kurt lowers himself down onto your cock. He moans like a whore as you fill him up, he's been waiting for this.

You wiggle out of your restraints, which were lazily tied together, and grip his waist tightly. He wraps his arms around the headrest and looks back at you, a dark and lustful look on your face that makes him tremble.

You're out of your mind right now and all you can think about is how good Kurt feels around you. You buck your hips up into him while bringing his body down to meet your thrusts.

Kurt bites his lip and grins, if it weren't for the fact that he parked in the middle of nowhere, everyone would be able to hear his slutty moans. He glances over to his phone, his stream has over 50k viewers now.

He makes a peace sign and widens his grin, his pose starts to falter when your cock rams against his g-spot. "Ooh- fuck~!"

Your movements however, never falter, even when he squirts all over the seat and car floor. Kurt didn't understand how powerful the drug was until now. Even despite how cramped it is, you're still fucking him so damn roughly.

"Shit- shit-" He hugs the headrest tightly, drool dripping down onto the seat. "Holy sh- shit~"

The chat is flooded with degrading words, slut shaming Kurt and calling him names like whore and slut. He turns back to you, wanting to hear those words come out of your mouth.

"Da- daddy~!" He moans, hoping to provoke something out of you.

You groan, somehow slamming into him harder. "Mmh-" You spank him.

He gasps, his eyes shooting wide open. "Fuck!" Kurt grins. "Again- fuck— spa- spank me- again!"

You spank him again. "slutty little bitch.." You mumble.

"Aah~! Yes- 'm a slutty bitch, daddy–" Kurt bites his lip and causes it to bleed, coming once again.

You dig your nails into his hips before coming, filling him with your load. It's so much that Kurt's convinced you've been abstaining.

Kurt looks at his phone with hazy vision, seeing '100k viewers'. "Tha- thanks you guys." He makes a goofy smile, his hand shaking as he makes a peace sign.

You pull out of him and sit down, coming back down to earth. You hear Kurt talking in the background while you're trying to put all the pieces of your memory together, trying to make sense of it all.

Kurt turns off the stream and grabs his (your) underwear, pulling it up to save whatever cum hasn't fallen out of him and climbs into the driver's seat. "I'll take you home now."

You make a noise in response and lean into the car seat, drifting off to sleep.

You wake up half an hour later and look around. "This...where are we going?"

Kurt laughs. "Home."

"This isn't where my house is.."

"Oh no, I meant my home. We're going to my house."

#top male reader #male reader #wicks🕯works #wicks🕯requests #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x male reader #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle smut #dom male reader #spree x reader #spree smut #bottom kurt kunkle #sub kurt kunkle #🕯️kurt kunkle #🕯️slasher

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cobwebbedcat · 23 days

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Nothing That a Little Gatorade and Expired Aspirin Can't Fix

MINORS DNI

warnings: soft dom top amab gender neutral reader, sub bottom trans male sick! Vincent Sinclair, emetophilia, piss, dirty talking, Vincent is mute, just a hint of odontophilia

Terms used for vincent: cunt, pussy, clit, dick, t-dick

There are not many things that will get you out of your bed and home past midnight, but two texts coming from Bo have you wiping sleep from your eyes and pulling on whatever clothes are closest to you.

After reading Vincent threw up. Then: Asking for you. Bring meds, you text back a quick omw! Before rushing to the 24/7 CVS and making the drive to the Sinclair’s house, which is of course, obnoxiously far away from Ambrose, in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.

When you enter the Sinclair house, forgoing knocking or announcing yourself considering they’re expecting you, you find Bo in the kitchen halfway through a cigarette and staring at a bottle of Aspirin.

“Expired two years ago,” he grumbles, still staring at the bottle, refusing to look at you.

“That’s fine, brought some stuff,” Bo finally looks up when you raise the two bags full of things for Vincent for him to see. It doesn’t show much on his face, but even in the dim light you can see the tension release from his shoulders.

“Good. Better go see him then,” he huffs, tossing the bottle of expired Aspirin in the trash. You take that as your cue to leave, and hustle down to Vincent’s room.

He’s curled up in a fetal position on his bed, trying to make himself as small as possible. You gently place your bags at his bedside, and sit on the edge of the bed, running your fingers through his long hair to let him know you’re here.

Vincent lets out a soft whine and reaches out to hold onto you, looking up at you from behind his mask.

“Bo said you threw up,” you say softly. Vincent cringes, then nods. “Think you could sit up for me? I brought some stuff for you,” he uncurls himself, and with your help, he props himself up against a mountain of pillows.

“Should probably take off your mask,” you hum, wondering how and why he’s even wearing it right now. Vincent huffs, but when you give him a stern look, he crumbles, and takes it off.

With his face revealed to you, you can see how flushed he is. Gently, you place the back of your hand against his forehead. He nearly flinches away from you, but once your skin touches his he leans into you, starved for your touch. He’s not worryingly hot, but definitely has a fever.

“Poor thing,” you coo, reaching into your bags and getting him medicated. You brought Gatorade as well, and make him drink as much as he can manage (which isn’t a lot before he gags).

“Alright, well the meds are going to take a bit before they start making you feel much better. Is there something I could do to help?”

Vincent stares at you for so long you wonder if he heard you. Just when you’re about to repeat yourself, he looks away from you and signs

“Lay down with me?” And oh, isn’t that sweet. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

“Of course, darling,” you lift the blankets and slide into bed next to him. Vincent slowly inches towards you until he’s nestled against your body, humming softly and inhaling your scent. You brush your fingers through his hair until his breathing evens out and he falls asleep.

You’re brought out of slumber for a second time during the night to the sound of Vincent getting sick in the bathroom.

Dragging yourself out of the comfort of his bed you make your way to him. He’s crouched over the toilet, catching his breath from the work his body is putting him through. He whimpers softly when you sit yourself next to him, and tenderly move his hair from his face and gather it into a ponytail.

You kiss the back of his neck which is now exposed, and Vincent groans as he lazily lifts a hand up to fingerspell,

“Leave.”

“Absolutely not, sweetheart,” you muse softly, bringing the hand that’s not holding his hair back to rub comforting circles into his stomach, “couldn’t possibly go when you're in such a state,” you decide not to add how you think he looks cute like this, all helpless. Vincent is either too tired or too sick to protest more. Even if he wanted to, another wave of nausea hits him, and he’s puking again.

You can feel the way his stomach clenches and pulses under your touch. He’s sick for a while, working up a sweat as he empties his stomach over and over again. Softly you whisper praise and apologies, sorry for the discomfort and pain he’s going through, even if it does make you a bit flustered.

As soon as he’s done, you’re kissing him all over, gentle pecks which remind him that you’re here and you’ve got him. Vincent slumps into your hold, his hands coming up to cover his face. You know he appreciates you being there, even if he’s somewhat embarrassed.

You hold him close, kissing him, and gently rubbing at his stomach until Vincent rises on shaky legs. You follow his lead, and once you’re on your feet he leans his body weight on you in front of the sink, letting you get his toothbrush ready for him.

When it comes to brushing his teeth, ridding his mouth of any leftover bile, Vincent doesn’t take the brush from you, rather he closes his eyes and opens his mouth.

Cooing you take his face into one of your hands and brush his teeth for him. You’re especially gentle with him, taking care not to activate his gag reflex. He moans as the soft bristles brush their way across each tooth and along his tongue. He’d normally never let you baby him so much. You’re eating up how easily he submits to your coddling.

“Sorry, I was gross,” Vincent signs as soon as he lifts his head from spitting into the sink. You hold back a laugh; it’s funny that he’s more embarrassed by puking in front of you than admitting the heinous and cruel murders he’s committed.

“You were never gross,” you assure him, cupping his scarred face and bringing him into a sweet kiss now that his mouth is clean. You wrap an arm around his waist, “back to bed?” he lets out an affirmative hum and lets himself be led by you.

“Think you could eat a little something before you fall back asleep?” he doesn’t seem all that tired anyways, and despite the grimace he makes at the prospect of eating, Vincent nods all the same.

From the bags you’d brought with you, you pull some inoffensive snacks, and more Gatorade. Vincent does the best he can before grimacing and pushing the food away. Pleased that he was able to stomach anything at all, you make him take another dose of medication before laying down again.

“I am hot,” he complains as he snuggles up under the covers with you. You bring the back of your hand to his forehead and Vincent’s eyelashes flutter shut.

“You are hot,” you hum, “I think your fever’s back. The meds should kick in again soon,” you state, attempting to be reassuring. Vincent sighs and goes so still and so quiet that you think he’s maybe fallen asleep.

“Hot here,” he finally signs clumsily, avoiding eye contact as he takes your hand and brings it to his clothed crotch.

“Oh?” You can’t tell if the flush on Vincent’s cheeks is from fever or fluster, but it makes him look adorable all the same. “I can help out with that,” you purr, feeling desire stir in you as he lets out the softest moan and nods.

“You’ve been so cute tonight,” you hum, pulling the blankets back and stationing a leg over either side of him, caging him in, as you rub your thumb on his clit through his sleep pants.

Vincent whines, turning the scarred half of his face to hide it in the pillow. “I mean it, letting me take care of you, and being so helpless makes you really cute,” you hum. His thighs clench around your hand, and he jerks his hips, wanting more.

You’ll give him more when he asks for it, but for the moment you lean in and kiss him as you tease him through his pants.

Vincent loves your kisses, moaning softly when he feels your tongue lick against his lips. He opens his mouth easily for you, desperate to deepen the kiss. You lick deep into his mouth, forgetting how sensitive he is right now.

He pushes you away quick, turning to dry heave and gag. He swallows, and the two of you wait a moment, adrenaline coursing through you as you wait to see if he’ll be sick or not. The nausea seems to pass because he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you into another kiss, grinding his cunt into your hand.

You deepen the kiss once again, this time being careful of just how deep you tongue fuck his mouth, instead sucking on his lip, and letting his tongue into your mouth.

Vincent continues to weakly hump your hand, sighing and moaning at the feeling of your finger circling his clit. It’s not long before you can feel a hot, damp wetness on the outside of his pants. Your cock aches imagining how wet he is.

Finally, Vincent pushes you back to sign “please,” looking up at you with pleading eyes.

Pulling away, you’re quick to help him out of his pants, revealing his glistening wet pussy to your hungry eyes.

“Let me eat you out?” you ask, using two fingers to spread his lips apart and look at his hole.

Vincent makes a strangled noise and nods his head quickly. He regrets that immediately, bringing a hand to his head at the ache that comes from the action. You laugh softly, rubbing gentle circles into his thighs,

“Careful with yourself baby, you’re not feeling well,” you remind him as you make yourself comfortable between his legs. You kiss his hip bone, then kiss along his skin until your lips reach his erect clit. Vincent sighs and melts into the bed, weakly wrapping his legs around your head, and pushing you further against his pussy.

You both moan as you take Vincent into your mouth, circling around his t-dick with your tongue, then sucking gently. Bringing your fingers to his wet hole, you gently press two fingers inside of him. He’s hot and practically gushing self-lubricant, opening easily for you. You suck his dick for a minute longer, then move onto the main event.

Sliding your fingers out of Vincent, you quickly replace them with your tongue, and groan at the taste of him. He makes sweet little sounds as you curl your tongue, pressing it as deep as possible into his hole. His thighs tremble and clench around your head, his hands holding weakly onto your head, pushing you further into his cunt.

You pull back to return to his clit, sucking hard then swirling your tongue around it. Vincent gasps, his thighs shaking and twitching. You look up at him, and one of his hands has left your head to try and finger-spell something to you. Whatever he’s saying is incomprehensible to you, because the letters get scrambled and lost as his head gets more and more muddled with lust.

While still looking up at him, you pull of his clit and return to burying your tongue inside of him. Vincent’s hole clenches around you, and then he's shaking his head and mouthing something to you. You figure he must be close to cumming, and double down on your efforts. His breathing hitches and quickens, and then a hot liquid spurts from his cunt and into your mouth.

Vincent’s not a squirter, and the two of you know that. You open your mouth further as you realize that Vincent is pissing into your mouth. You can hear him whining and squeaking noises of objection, yet his legs tighten around you, keeping you closer.

You’ll apologize to him later for making him drink all that Gatorade, but for now you moan and slurp hungrily at his cunt as you drink down his piss. Your cock throbs in your pants, and if you weren’t leaking pre before, you are now.

Even after his stream dies down you lick and lave your tongue along his cunt, making sure he’s all clean, and that you haven’t missed a drop.

“Sorry,” Vincent signs.

“Don’t start with that,” you groan, pulling away from his pussy (despite wanting to back in for another bite, so to speak), your voice rough and deep with want, “that was so fucking hot.” He covers his face with his hands, but you can still see him grinning underneath them.

“Can I fuck you, darling?” you ask, bordering on pleading. Vincent nods, still hiding behind his hands.

With his permission, you fumble for the lube on his bedside table, nearly vibrating with excitement and arousal. “God, can’t wait to fuck your dirty pussy,” you mutter to yourself, slicking your cock up with lube. “Letting me stick my cock in your piss and spit slicked cunt, christ,” Vincent whines softly at that, tugging on his own hair to find something to occupy his hands.

“You good on your back?” you ask, knowing that he loves getting fucked on his hands and knees more than anything. Vincent nods, likely far too tired to hold himself up. Even if he prefers doggystyle, you like having him like this, being able to see and hear every reaction he has to your cock stirring up his insides.

“Perfect,” you purr, holding onto his hips as you press your cockhead against his hole. Vincent hiccups, reaching up to wrap his arms around your neck. Shyly he pulls your head towards his, leaning up and trying to capture your lips in a kiss.

“Sure you wanna kiss me, baby?” you tease, pressing yourself into him. He whines and you continue, “gonna taste your own piss—hah— on my mouth.” Vincent squeezes around your cock at your words, his mouth dropping open.

“Please,” he brings a hand down to sign. Always being one to spoil your lover rotten, you lean down and kiss him deeply. Vincent moans, and you can’t tell if it’s because of you pressing yourself further into him, or because he can taste himself in your mouth.

He’s nice and relaxed around you, opening up so sweetly for your cock. You wonder if he’d been tighter if you’d fucked him before eating him out, if he would have squeezed tighter around you as he tried to stop himself from pissing all over your cock.

“Fuck,” you sigh, bottoming out inside of him. He’s as hot and flushed inside as his skin is, burning up around your length. You know you shouldn't be happy that he's got a fever, but it feels so fucking good.

Vincent lets out an appreciative sigh, his lashes fluttering shut. “Feelin’ good?” in your haze of lust you’d nearly forgotten how sick he is right now. Vincent nods lazily, but he’s sweating, his long hair sticking to his body. You hum, feeling his forehead again.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re overheating,” you muse, hoping he’s really feeling alright. Vincent whines,

“Good, good, more,” he signs in a rush, pulling you back in for another kiss.

Despite him telling you he’s alright, you fuck him nice and slow, being so tender and fragile with him. You rub circles into his hips as you drag your hips back and forth. Your kisses match the pace, as filthy as ever, but slow and drawn out. You’re in no rush, and you will savor him.

Vincent accepts the sweet treatment for longer than you’d anticipated, if you’re honest. It doesn’t surprise you when he finally pushes you back to frown at you, cutely demanding "more," his hands sharp and determined as they sign.

“Just let me know if it’s too much,” you remind him, picking up the pace ever so slightly. The slightest shift has him slightly arching his back off the bed, gasping softly as your cock hits drags along his insides, going deeper and fucking him faster than before. Refusing to get carried away, you keep the pace consistent, even if all you want to do is pound him into the mattress.

“Once you’re all better I’m gonna ruin you,” you promise. Vincent moans at that, nodding and twitching around you. You bring a hand down to circle your thumb around his clit. He clenches like a vice, letting out a spurt of piss, and wetting your cock.

“Fuck baby,” you moan, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching.

“More, say more,” Vincent signs. It takes you a second to remember what you were talking about.

“Oh, sweetheart, once you’re all better I’ll make your pussy a mess. Fuck, want that? I'll fill your fucking tummy with my cum, make you eat any that drips out of your pussy. Want me cumming in you, dropping load after load into you?" you don’t wait for a response, the words tumbling uncontrollably out of your mouth now that he’s got you started.

“Want you to piss all over my cock, let me do the same to you, hah, I’ll cover you in my piss, from here,” you bring a hand from his hips to touch his collarbone, peaking out from under his shirt, “down to here,” you quickly move that same hand down to circle his clit. Vincent spasms around you, “shit, I’ll fill you up with it, let it mix with my cum. Hah I know you want that, want to be covered in my piss, to be messy with me, don’t you darling?”

This time you wait for a response, slowing the movement of your hips, rubbing agonizingly slow circles on his sensitive clit until Vincent nods his head, moving his hips back clumsily against yours. You reward him, speeding up your pace once again.

“Good boy,” you groan, “gonna cum soon, y’close baby?”

Vincent doesn’t answer verbally or with his hands, he just lets out a broken keen, and tugs you close as he cums around your cock. You fuck him through it, jackhammering your hips into him, working him over the edge and through the waves of pleasure that coarse through his body.

You’re so close, but you hold off until he whimpers softly, letting you know he needs you out of him. You pull out, and your hand flies to your cock, jerking yourself off roughly.

“Fuck, fuck baby, gonna cum all over your cunt, make it mine,” you groan, burying your head in the crook of his shoulder, nuzzling your way through his long black locks until your teeth graze against Vincent’s neck. When your balls finally tighten and your orgasm crescendos, you paint his pussy white, and suck a hickey into his neck.

Vincent hums, looking down at the mess you’ve made with indifference. You know he prefers it when you cum inside, but it would have been much more messy and time consuming if you had. You may have really wanted to go in and eat him out again, and Vincent is well past his limit.

“Lets get you cleaned up, huh?” you hum once your limbs stop feeling like jello.

He's much too tired now to be anything but dead weight. There’s no shame nor shyness found as you carry Vincent into the bathroom and lay him down in the bathtub. He lazily signs your name again and again, meditatively going through the motions as the water rises and submerges his body.

“Thank you,” he signs as you join him in the bath.

“Love you,” is your response, largely muffled as you sleepily lean your head on his shoulder.

He hums softly, and your eyes have drifted shut, so you don’t see him tell you that he loves you back, but you already know he does.

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#hey remember when i said i needed to write some freaky stuff for my health <3 here we go #cw piss #cw emetophilia #emeto tw #spice #sub slasher #sub vincent sinclair #first fic on the new account lets gooo

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