OH GOD YES YES PLEASE WRITE AMY HUGHES SMUT I LOVE HER SO MUCH BE IT DUB-CON OR LITERALLY ANYTHING
last look - yandere!amy x fem!reader SMUT
dead dove: do not eat. this is dark fiction.
contains: explicit dubcon, rough smut, blood play, murder references, yandere/obsessive behavior, psychological manipulation.
amy hughes is written as fully evil and remorseless. no redemption. all events and characterizations are fictional!!!
notes: sorry for the wait on this one! i rewrote it like seven times because smut is hard and i’m still figuring it out lol. thank you so much for requesting it means a lot. to everyone else who’s sent in requests, i promise i’m working on them! i’m not the fastest writer (or the best), so it takes me a minute, but i’ll get there. appreciate you all for being patient ♡
camp stillwater was supposed to be a fresh start – woods, lake, kids laughing during the day. but everything went wrong fast. first it was the disappearances: that counselor who went for a hike and never came back, body found days later with his throat slit, blamed on a bear attack even though the cuts were too clean. then the weird paranormal stuff started piling on, whispers in the empty rec hall at night, shadows moving where no one was, campers waking up screaming about a tall figure in the trees watching them. one girl swore she saw her dead grandma in the mirror during a storm, and the next morning she drowned in the lake, no one around to hear her. rumors spread about some old cult shit tied to the land, sacrifices or demons, but the directors called it hysteria, kept everyone working like nothing was happening. three bodies in two months, all “accidents,” but everyone knew better. the air felt heavier now, like the camp was breathing, waiting for the next one.
you’re in your cabin, the one you share with amy when no one’s looking. it’s past midnight, crickets droning outside, the screen window letting in that damp forest smell mixed with lake rot. you’ve been pacing for an hour, blanket wrapped around your shoulders because the chill sinks into your bones even in summer. amy said she’d sneak over after her shift “wait up for me, baby” but she’s late, and with all the deaths, your mind’s spinning worst case. what if she’s the next one? throat cut, body dumped in the woods. or worse, what if that tall thing got her? you sit on the bunk finally, knees pulled up, listening to every rustle outside like it’s footsteps. your heart’s thumping too loud, skin prickling. you check your watch again – 1:15 am. fuck.
the door clicks open slow, and relief hits first, amy. but then the smell rolls in: thick copper, like pennies in the rain, mixed with dirt and sweat. she shuts the door quiet, leans against it for a second. in the flashlight beam you flick on, you see it.. hands coated dark red up to her elbows, shirt splattered like she spilled paint, but it’s sticky, drying in patches. her face is calm, too calm, eyes meeting yours steady.
“amy?” your voice shakes. you stand up, blanket dropping. “what happened? are you okay?”
she wipes her hands on her shorts, leaving smears, and steps closer. the floor creaks under her. “i’m fine. it’s not mine.”
your stomach twists. “whose is it?”
“the archery guy.” she says it flat, like reporting the weather. “he was staring at your ass all day during free swim. couldn’t keep his eyes off you. i hated it.”
you back up a step, hitting the bunk. you’ve been together a month, nobody knew, it all went perfect, but this? “you killed him? for looking?”
she nods once, closing the distance. up close she smells like violence: blood sharp in your nose, her usual faint vanilla shampoo buried under it. “he wanted you y/n. couldn’t let that slide.”
“amy, no.” you grab her arms to stop her, but your fingers slip on the tacky blood. “this is crazy. we have to tell someone–”
her hands come up to your face, cupping your cheeks, thumbs smearing red across your skin. it’s warm still, gritty where it’s drying. “tell who? they’d take me away. separate us.” her voice drops lower, eyes locked on yours. “i won’t let that happen.”
you try to pull back but she holds firm, not hard enough to bruise yet. “let go. you’re scaring me.”
“good.” she leans in, forehead against yours, breath warm on your lips. “you should be scared of what’s out there. not me. i keep you safe.”
her mouth finds yours before you can argue, rough this time, teeth nipping your bottom lip hard enough to sting, tongue forcing in to claim. you push at her chest but she doesn’t budge, just grabs your wrists and pins them to the wall with one hand, the wood scraping your knuckles. her free hand yanks your tank top up, exposing you, cool air hitting your skin.
“stop– amy, we can’t–” you gasp when she breaks the kiss, but she bites your neck sharp, sucking hard to bruise.
“we can. we are.” her voice is low, edged. she shoves you down onto the bunk, mattress squeaking under your weight. she climbs over you fast, knees pinning your thighs open. her bloody hand grabs your jaw, forces you to look at her. “you’re mine. say it.”
“amy, please…” tears blur your vision, but heat’s building between your legs anyway, shame burning hot.
she slaps your thigh lightly, sting that makes you jolt. then harder, red mark blooming. “say it.”
“i’m yours,” you whisper, hating how your voice breaks.
“good.” she rips your shorts and panties down in one go, fabric scraping your hips. her fingers find you immediately, two shoving in rough without warning. the stretch burns, full and sudden, slick sounds filling the cabin as she thrusts hard, curling to hit that spot that makes your back arch.
“fuck, so tight,” she growls, thumb digging into your clit, rubbing brutal circles. “you get wetter every time i hurt you a little. twisted little thing.”
you moan loud, hands fisting her shirt, pulling her closer even as you shake your head. “slow down– it’s too much–”
“take it.” she adds a third finger, stretching you wider, pace relentless. her free hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, stars spotting your vision. “i’d choke the life out of anyone who looks at you like he did. gut them slow while they beg.”
the words twist something dark in you. fear and want colliding. your hips buck up into her hand despite yourself, chasing the edge. she laughs low, squeezes your throat tighter for a second, then releases to slap your breast hard, nipple stinging.
your orgasm crashes over you violent. your body seizing, walls clamping her fingers, a sob ripping from your throat. she doesn’t stop, fucks you through it rough until you’re begging, oversensitive and twitching.
finally she pulls out, fingers glistening. she smears your own slick across your lips, pushes them into your mouth. “taste how much you love this.”
you suck weakly, tears streaming. she strips her own clothes off fast, blood streaked skin pressing against yours as she positions herself. your leg over her shoulder, cores sliding together wet and hot.
she grinds down hard from the start, clits bumping with every snap of her hips. the friction’s brutal, skin slapping, her moans mixing with yours. rough, needy sounds that echo off the walls.
“fuck, yes,” she pants, nails digging into your thigh, leaving scratches. “grind back, baby. show me you need it.”
you do, hips rolling up to meet her, pleasure spiking sharp even through the ache. she slaps your ass hard, the crack loud, sting blooming red hot. “harder. or i’ll make it hurt more.”
“amy– ah–” you gasp as she bites your calf, teeth sinking in, then licks the mark. her pace turns frantic, sweat dripping onto your chest, mixing with the blood smears.
she comes with a guttural moan, body shuddering, grinding deep through it. it drags you over too. second orgasm ripping through you, clenching hard, crying out her name.
but she’s not done. she shifts down fast, pushes your thighs wider, bruises blooming where her fingers grip. her mouth latches onto you without warning. tongue flat and rough, lapping at your oversensitive clit, sucking hard.
“no– too much–” you whine, hands in her hair trying to push, but she grabs your wrists, pins them to your sides.
“shut up and take it.” she mumbles against you, vibrations shooting through. two fingers shove back in, thrusting deep and fast while her tongue circles relentless. she bites your inner thigh hard enough to draw a yelp, then soothes with a suck that leaves a dark hickey.
“you’re dripping down my chin,” she murmurs, voice muffled. “love how you fall apart for me. even when you know what i am.”
guilt floods you heavier now, she killed for you, blood still flaking off her skin onto yours. but the pleasure’s too intense, building again. your third hits like a wave, thighs shaking around her head, moaning broken as she licks you through it, drawing every last twitch.
she crawls back up finally, collapses beside you, pulling you into her arms tight. both of you panting, sticky with sweat, blood, come. her lips brush your temple soft, contrasting the roughness.
“you’re not leaving this camp alive unless it’s with me,” she whispers, fingers tracing the bruises she left. “don’t you dare tell anyone. i’d find you anywhere and make you regret it.”
you nod, burying your face in her neck, breathing her in. the fear’s still there, but the love’s deeper now, twisted and real. you hold her back, letting it pull you under.
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