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Eddie Gluskin x Reader | tws. smut (Breeding kink, female reader, plus sized reader, cunnilingus, fingering) Word Count: 3.2k
.✦ ݁˖ You wake up to find yourself strapped to a table at the mercy of a man desperate for wife.
Your body aches, a deep resonating throb that pulses through your bones. It's the first sensation you wake to as you feel yourself stir; you can't seem to remember how you passed out, but you remember hitting the floor.
The next feeling that hits you is the cold metal on your back, its an operating table, cold polished steel now stained and tainted with blood and viscera, which isn't exactly a good sign for the person strapped to it, which just so happened to be you.
It's almost difficult to open your eyes, not only do you have a throbbing headache that would likely be soothed by the darkness of your eyelids, but there's a bright, intense light shining down on you.
When your eyes manage to flutter open and adjust you can see you’re in another dilapidated part of the asylum, the usual stench of rot and decay permeates the air, unfortunately you're too used to it to notice. However, there is another distinct smell- cologne.
“ Ohhhhh. . . Good morning! Good morning, darling! It's lovely that you’re awake now.. “ a voice breaks the silence in a deep, but strangely affectionate tone.
The strange man peaks his head over the nearby side of the table when you meet eyes. He's.. huge. He's taller than you by damn near a foot, he's broad, with sharp, angular features. He wore a patched suit and bowtie, splattered with blood and entrails, it almost makes you gag. However, the part about him that stands out the most is his eye, and its surroundings. Blood-.. or at least its red. It's hard to make out in the dark, but you don't dwell on it as he leans down.
“ Shhh dont struggle.. you’ve been asleep quite a long time, “ he voice, strangely soothing, eases you. He looks down at you strangely. His eyes are soft, and he's smiling. Like.. smiling smiling. Wrinkles form around his eyes and his nose scrunches. “ Aren’t you a pretty girl..? “ he coos manically like you were nothing but a dog.
He reaches a hand up and strokes your hair gently, his touch is more tender than you’d expect, for a man covered in other’s insides.
“ W.. What? “ you manage, your lips cracking as you speak, your throat scratchy and dry. He furrows his brows and laughs to himself, a deep reverberating chuckle that makes you feel things you don't wanna feel.
“ Didn’t you hear me, silly girl? You’re pretty.. round.. soft, “ he muses, more to himself than to you as his gaze trails down your body. You’re still in your old, dirty nurses dress. It isn't exactly flattering, but he doesn't seem to mind one bit.
You don't know what to think. Your mind is reeling in confusion, and bashfulness. As much as you hate it, he's attractive, extremely so, and he's looking at you with this intense desire you had never seen on another man's face before.
Suddenly, the man above you seems to snap out of whatever trance he's in.
“ Oh how rude of me, leaving a pretty little girl like you all tied up, “ he laughs to himself as he looks at your restraints. “ I thought you’d throw a hissyfit like.. the other whores who lied to me! “ he grits his teeth, tone suddenly shifting from loving and sweet to spiteful and rage-filled. He pauses again, and just as quickly as he had gotten angry he was back to normal again.
He untied you gently, slipping a hand under your back to guide you into sitting up. He practically had hearts in his eyes when he looked at you.
When he looked at you you felt.. different. He gazed at you sweetly, a smile on his face, nothing but love in his manic eyes. Maybe you were just desperate, or maybe you knew that there were far worse fates in this place than being loved and adored.
“ Dearest? Where have you gone? Are you ignoring me?! “ he asked, his intensity escalating incredibly quickly as he notices you mentally checking out.
“ N-no no im.. not ignoring you! “ you attempt to reassure him, awkwardly rubbing a hand up and down his big arm. At your touch he softened, and smiled widely. “ Just um.. still a little.. shocked. “
He didn't listen to a lick of what you said, a dopey smile on his face as he watched you touch him willingly. He reached his own hand up to cover your own, and you're struck with how much bigger he is than you. His hand dwarfs you in size, it's cold, but strangely soft.
He didn't say anything for a while, just watched you, bathing in your attention.
You came to the awkward realization that.. You didn't even know this man's name. He was doting on you and making you blush, and you didn't even know his own name.
“ Excuse me.. Sir. I dont mean to be rude but.. “ you meet his curious eyes. “ I don't believe you’ve given me your name yet. “
His eyes shoot wide open in realization as you told him that, pausing his hand on yours as he cleared his throat with an awkward laugh.
“ Oh oh Eddie you doofus! I would forget my own head if it wasn't screwed on! “ he says, somewhat bashfully, like he was embarrassed. “ Edward Gluskin, “ he introduced himself, bowing his head slightly. “ But I’d prefer if you’d call me Eddie. After all, why would my wife not call me by a sweet nickname like that? It's so.. intimate.. domestic.. “ he trails off, lost in his own head again.
Eddie.. You liked that… wait.. what did he say?
“ I'm sorry.. wife? “ you ask, your eyebrows furrowing and your heart rate picking up embarrassingly quickly.
“ Yes my dear, wife. wife! My.. bride.. “ he whispers to you like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “ Isn't it every girl's dream? To be wed to a passionate.. loving man? Who will give her all that her heart desires.. “ he coos as he cups your jaw, squeezing gently.
Your head begins to spin as you process what he's saying. He wants to marry you. YOU.. you. Oh, why are you enjoying this so much? Is it because you're desperate, becoming easy after so many years of being rejected? Or maybe its fear in you; you see this man clearly, for who he is. He's obviously a maniac, crazy, covered in blood. If you fight you most certainly will die. Why not enjoy it?
“ I.. intended for us to be wed by midnight tonight but unfortunately… “ he pauses, picking up your left hand gently. “ The ring I had doesn't fit your pretty fingers. It's alright, beautiful brides come in all shapes and sizes, “ his voice is affectionate as his gaze returns to your body, “ and my bride happens to come in such a delectable shape.. “
He giggles to himself softly as he runs his hand up your arm, resting on your collarbone.
“ Now I know this is rather.. Improper of me.. But my dearest I cannot control myself, “ he says with a laugh as he moves his hand down, groping your breast though your uniform. You squeak, reflexively jumping under his touch.
He doesn't respond to your surprise, too entranced by your boobs to notice much more.
“ I’ve been waiting to wed such a beautiful woman, “ he mumbles under his breath, “ I've been waiting even longer to breed one. To fill you with my seed.“ His comments are vulgar, and his gaze lustful, but for some reason you find yourself aroused by it. He wants you, and he's definitely not afraid to show it.
He reaches behind you and unzips your dress, tugging it down off of your body. You’re left in a plain black matching set of bra and panties, you would’ve wore nicer ones if you knew tonight was your wedding night.
You feel a bit awkward. You’ve never had a guy so openly ogle you. Maybe your breasts, or butt, but never.. your body as a whole.
He stared at you like how a devoted follower would stare at God. There's this.. adoration in his eyes that sparkles as his gaze devours you.
“ Oh darling.. “ he coos as he places his hands on your waist, thumbs tracing circles over your stomach. “ I shall breed you properly my dear, a bride like you deserves to be ravished, “ he said, a grin crossing his face as you blushed. You couldn't resist a bashful smile, avoiding his gaze.
A beat passes and Eddie decides to take control properly. He grabs you by the waist, ducking an arm underneath your knees to hold you bridal style. Your arms shoot up instinctively to wrap around his neck, keeping you flush with him.
He didn't seem to mind the touch at all, proudly making his way down the halls. There's a grin on his face, celebratory as he marched with you in his arms.
In his mind, there was nothing more masculine a man could do than carrying his wife down the aisle to the altar before pleasuring her.
At the end of the hall there is a door which he kicks open unceremoniously, shutting it behind him with his foot. The room is dark, it's hard to see your surroundings before you're dumped onto a bed, hitting the mattress with an awkward oomph. The bed was soft, a bare mattress that seemed to be stained and slightly dry rotted, but anything is better than an operating table.
Before you could react Eddie grabbed your ankles, tugging you to the edge of the bed. There was something about his strength. He was so.. strong. He manhandled you with ease carrying and dragging you wherever he’d like. It made your cunt tingle as you thought of all the other things he could make you do.
“ How many do you want? “ he asked, suddenly. The little light in the room allowed you to see his face, there was almost a boyish excitement to him.
“ .. what? How many? “ you asked back, your brain was far too jumbled to make sense of anything right now.
“ Children. “
You pause, watching his excitement grow. His smile widened as his eyes glazed over almost, gazing down at you lovingly.
“ I think I want four.. I think four is the perfect number, “ he said mindlessly, not noticing your surprise, or maybe just not caring. “ Two little boys, two little girls, our perfect little home. Me, you.. And our little babies, “ he giggled in excitement.
Before you could respond you felt pressure against your panties. When you look down you see he's relaxed himself down onto you in the bed, pressing his bulge in his pants against your clothed pussy, you sigh softly as he gently grinds down on you, the sensation pleasant.
“ Maybe we could move to the country. I’d go to work everyday, and you’ll stay home.. cute and swollen.. with me… with.. me.. “ he mumbles under his breath, getting lost in his own fantasies. “ Doesn't that sound wonderful? “ he coaxed.
You nodded. You didn't have much of a say, you knew he was likely volatile.
He smiled at that, cupping your face with his hand.
“ So agreeable.. Like you’ve been gifted to me by the Lord above, “ he sang softly. His lustful gaze returns to your body. It's like he can't take his eyes off of you. He bites his bottom lip, reaching up to cup your pretty breasts through your bra.
He quickly reached back, his hands gliding down your shoulder blades to unclip your bra more deftly than you’d expect for a man his size. Gently, he slides the straps down your shoulders, pulling it off in one foul swoop, discarding it without a second thought.
His eyes snap down to your breasts, shamelessly ogling your boobs. You were his wife after all, why would you care?
Big hands come up to cup your breasts, his thumb gently rubbing over your nipples, watching them harden under his touch. His hands tug on your breasts, squeezing them tenderly.
“ Mm.. so beautiful, “ he praised mindlessly, like it was his second nature. He leaned in, licking one of your nipples, before latching onto it like a babe. He sucked happily, his other hand tweaking and lightly pinching your other one.
But he doesn't linger for long, his mind racing at a million thoughts a second, all of them about you.
Your panties are gone before you can process it, his big strong hands holding the outsides of your thighs as your legs rest on his shoulders. You don't even remember moving your legs, in hindsight he probably moved them himself.
His eyes are transfixed on your slit, watching in almost childlike wonder. You were so wet, you could feel it, and he could certainly see it. One of his hands comes up to rest on the top of your cunt, his thumb grazing up and down your slit, gently spreading your folds.
“ oh.. darling you dont even have to be altered.. “ he said in amazement, you don't dwell on what that means as he continues to coo. “ such a perfect place to plant my seed, to grow our family, “
He brings his thumb up to his lips, slipping the tip of his thumb in, tasting your juices. His eyes widen, practically sparkling as he tastes you.
When he pulls his thumb out of his mouth he practically dives in, leaning down to envelope your cunt in his mouth, lapping at the juices leaking out. He hummed in satisfaction, allowing his tongue to push past your folds, licking the outside of your hole meekly.
He brings his hand up to press a finger into your hole, his thick digit rubbing up against your walls experimentally.
“ You know darling, I’ve read many things about women’s bodies, “ he says slowly, “ your body is so powerful.. yet so sensitive. “ he brings his thumb up to gently rub on your clit, most likely a skill he had learned in whatever books he was talking about. You shiver at the sensation, breathing deeply. He notices, and his grin widens. “ Yes, that feels good doesn't it? “ he asked as he pushed another finger in.
You don't know what to say, because yes it does, it feels too good. Why were you doing this? This man was a monster. But you suppose denying an easily agitated serial mutilator wasn't ideal on your list, and the way he grinds on you..
“ Mhmm.. feels good.,. “ you manage to whimper out, and that satisfies him.
He speeds up his fingers, replacing his thumb with his tongue as he lightly sucked on your clit, pumping his fingers in and out of you. You can feel his fingers push up against your walls, trying to find that spot inside you.
He pushes around a few more times before he curls his fingers, hitting that spot perfectly.
You feel your breath leave you as his ministrations overwhelm you. It was wonderful, you feel your body tensing and tingling as he coaxes an orgasm out of your body.
He laps up your juice as you cum, curling his tongue inside you as you ride it out.
The moment goes still, he simply stares at you, face to face with your glistening pussy, like he's entranced. He rubs his thumb along your slit, gathering your slick.
You look up to the grimey ceiling, trying to catch your breath as he crawls up, hands on either side of your head as he smiles down at you. His face is still wet, covered in your juices, which he clearly doesn't plan on wiping off anytime soon.
“ My love, oh my love.. “ he crooned down at you, his voice low, and masculine. It reverberated inside of your mind like an echo in an empty cave. He took your hand, and pressed it against his bulge. It felt big, like big big, like the rest of him. “ Can you feel what you do to me? The way you make me feel.. “
He laid you back gently, spreading your legs with his hands, palming and groping at the fat of your thighs. He unbuckled his pants, pushing them down to reveal muscular thighs, and his cock. He's.. big. Like very big, and deliciously thick, leaking precum down his shaft. He watched you stare at him, stroking himself to your reaction.
“ Are you ready to consummate our union, darling? “ he asked, his voice manic, but still loving. You, speechless, just nod.
When he slides it it's almost painful, you can feel your body stretch to accommodate his inhumane size. He’s genuinely whimpering over you, his deep voice whiny as your cunt clenches around him.
When he finally bottoms out it's painful, you can't even formulate a thought as you feel the heavy sensation of his cock inside of you. He's definitely enjoying himself though.
“ Oh- ohh darling.. darling darling.. , “ his voice is heavily laced with want, need for your body. He pulls out almost entirely, before slamming back into you.
“ OH- oh gosh- “ you yelp, grabbing onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his torn and tattered dress shirt. He dragged his fat cock along your insides, filling you deliciously. Fuck he was big, and good, so fucking good.
His hand snakes down your stomach, pawing at your flesh as it makes its way to its final destination, your clit. His big strong fingers lazily start to trace circles on your clit, a little shakily, as everytime he thrusted into you your entire body shakes wildly.
He watched you as he fucked you in pure and total awe. This was the moment he’d been waiting for for years. He was finally becoming a husband, a father, he could finally reach his one and only goal in life.
“ YES-.. oh yes yes you are wonderful, so- wonderful.. warm, wet, welcoming.. “ he babbled above you, drool building up at the corner of his mouth. This was the most enticing sight he’d ever seen, his lovely wife being impregnated.
“ EDDIE- Eddie-! “ you whine pathetically as his thick cock bullies your insides relentlessly, the loud vulgar sound of your bodies meeting fills the room, along with the wet squelch of your pussy.
“ Darling, sweet girl I am.. awfully sorry but I- ahh.. wont last much longer- “ he murmured as he ducked down to kiss you.
His fingers sped up, his hips sped up, and after one, two, three thrusts you felt yourself orgasm, it was intense, a wave that washed over your limps from head to toe. You cunt tightened around him, and he quickly followed, finishing deep inside of you while frantically kissing you.
After he finally stilled the room got real quiet.
All of the intense sensations stopped. Eddie had finally stilled on top of you, his heavy, sweaty body pinned yours to the mattress, not that you minded. When Eddie finally pulled himself back to reality he slipped his softened cock out of you.
He leaned down and kissed you a few more times, softly, and sweetly.
“ I love you, dearest, I know we will make a very happy family one day, “
Leland Coyle x reader | tws. smut (praise, degradation, name calling, rough sex), slight misogynistic remarks, canon typical violence, slightly ooc Coyle Word Count: 1k
.✦ ݁˖ When you're put on a trial with your fellow Prime Asset things get out of hand when the two of you can't keep your hands off of each other.
“ leland come on we have to get going alread- ah! oh… oh .. “
“ that’s officer coyle to you! “ you hear the deep southern lisp of the man behind you bellow, punishingly groping your rear with his big hand. “ i aint appreciatin’ your attitude, missy. That is NOT how you talk to your superiors. “
right now you’re bent over a metal desk, bare breasts smushed, nipples hardening against the cold material. the man behind you was none other than fellow Prime Asset, Sergeant Leland Coyle, or as he’d say, your humble superior.
you had been assigned to patrol a trial with him in his station, which retrospectively was a bad idea; it was impossible to keep you two apart, something about his aggressive, vulgar behavior was insanely attractive to you. the laid back attitude he always maintained as he hunted, and killed, the hand that rested right above his belt buckle, the cigarette hanging out of his mouth, it was undeniably alluring.
and lucky for you, the attraction was mutual.
“ you should consider yourself lucky sugar, i could be rippin’ the life outta some lowlife thugs but no… i’m takin’ the time to love on a whore like you, “ you could hear him grit his teeth, grinding his bulge against your cunt. the scent of smoke flowed through the air, filling your lungs, your senses.
his hands wandered, reaching around to grope your tits appreciatively, rough hands tweaking your nipples harshly. he was harsh in everything he did, especially when it came to you.
“ please, officer, “ you begged, appealing to his authority, “ dont tease.. “
he practically growled in response, taking a big handful of your hair and yanking your head back. you looked back at him, the sneer on his burnt face made your pussy tighten.
“ desperate fuckin’ whore, “ he grunted. he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and set in on a small ashtray nearby, “ you take what i give you, d’ya hear me? “
you nod desperately, pushing your ass back against him, rocking your hips against his.
he leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss. it tastes like smoke, and blood, but its so fucking good you cant resist the way his tongue slides against yours.
he grabbed a hold of your bottoms, roughly tugging them down your legs, probably ripping the fabric. they pool around your ankles, quickly followed by your soaking panties. you can hear coyle let out a breathy laugh at your arousal.
“ such a pretty piece a ass, “ he praised, taking both of your cheeks in his hands, massaging the doughy flesh with his strong hands, “ love this ass so much, “
you feel him run two fingers up and down your slit, gathering your sweet juices. he pulls his fingers away, and although you can't see him you can hear the perverted slurping that's coming from his mouth as he tastes you. “ fuck, sweetheart, i aint ever had a pussy this sweet in my life. “
before you can pitifully respond you feel hands grip your waist, flipping you over onto your back.
hes in between your legs, bulge rubbing up against your now naked pussy, he grumbles something as he tilts his head back, enjoying the sensation.
“ pleeeeeease officer, need you sooo.. bad , “ you whine pathetically, spreading your legs wider for him, he chuckles.
“ look at’cha.. pretty little girl needs to be fucked nice and good by a proper law abiding man doesnt she? “ he teases, rubbing his thumb against your clit. you nod.
he decides to take mercy on you, and himself, by reaching down, unzipping his pants to tug his cock out, its big, thick and so fucking hard. hes leaking profusely, proving that he needs this just as much as you do right now.
“ cmon sugar, beg for it nicely for good ole Coyle.. “ he dragged the blunt head of his fat cock over your pussy, letting it gather and soak in your juices.
“ please officer- please please please i- i want your cock please? please! “ you beg, tears welling up in your eyes pathetically, this catches his eye as a mean smirk crosses his lips.
“ aye look at’cha, needy little slut cryin’ for cock.. since im such an amazing cop, “ he pauses to stroke his own ego, and his cock, “ ill happily oblige, “
he pushes in suddenly, roughly. the stretch is intense, but nothing you haven't taken before. you moan obscenely, like a girl in a bad porno, the feeling of his fat cock penetrating you feels like heaven, soothing your body.
he doesnt waste any time before thrusting, his own needs now taking precedent over yours as he fucks you into the table.
“ fuuck! goddamnit- fuck.. a man could- argh.. a man could die happy in a pussy this tight, “ he moaned. there was a loud, wet, heavy slap of his balls against your ass, the skin against skin of his body against yours filled the room.
“ oh god officer.. fuck me oh godd~, “ you feel you lose yourself, drool gathering at the corners of your mouth.
“ ‘m already doin’ that baby you don't gotta beg anymore, “ he says through a rough chuckle, unable to be as smooth as he usually is buried balls deep inside your tight cunt.
one of his hands held onto your hips, the other came up to play and toy with your breast, roughly squeezing and groping the plump flesh.
“ damn bitch you got a helluva rack ill tell you that, “ he grunted through thrusts, fucking your so hard the table bangs against the wall, probably drawing near reagents to your location, or maybe driving them away, lets hope its the latter.
your hand comes down to rub circles on your clit, but that doesn't last long as he swats your hand away, replacing it with his own skilled fingers. “ ah ah, there’ll be none o’ that.. pleasurin’ a woman like that is a man’s job, “
he rubs deliciously fast circles on your clit, big fingers toying with you perfectly. the mix of that, and the incessant bullying of his cock against your insides was a wonderful cocktail of sensations, and one that you couldn't resist.
he thrusts once, twice, and on the third thrust you feel yourself cum, your back arching off of the desk, breasts bouncing as he fucks you through your release.
you hear him say something, but you can't make it out through sensations that rush through your body, but a second later you feel him still, a deep groan releases from deep inside of him, and you feel his hot cum fill your insides. its an addicting feeling.
the quietness that follows is blaring, the sounds of sirens in the distance, the chaos happening in the trial that had been long forgotten about.
coyle had collapsed on top of you, his chest against yours as the old man caught his breath.
eventually, he pulled out with a wet pop.
“ still breathin’ sugar? “ he asked, the best resemblance of care you’ll get from him. you nod weakly and you hear him chuckle as he tucks his softened cock back into his pants.
“ now, be a good girl now and don't cause any trouble, and officer coyle might come pay you a little visit tonight.. “ his southern drawl makes you tingle as he reaches down to kiss you, strangely affectionate.
“ yes, sir officer, “
victor gideon x fem! reader | tws! smut (Sex, breeding kink, implied curvy reader), stalking, obsession, detailed acts of violence, not against the reader, victors lowkey creepy but like your into it man idk.) Word Count: 5k
.✦ ݁˖ An outbreak at the Rhodes Hill Care Center results in you getting loose, almost eaten, then saved by your oh so handsome doctor. Who promises to keep you safe.
“ What the- what the hell-?!” your voice comes out in a shaky shriek as you patter down the hallway, your bare feet cold against the pristine marble floor, trying your best not to slip on the blood caked on the bottoms of them. A sense of intense dread washed through you as you heard the gurgling of the undead behind you. It was a former fellow patient, now horridly disfigured. Blood poured out of its mouth, one of its eyeballs hanging out of its socket by the nerves, the rancid smell of death filling your senses.
Today had been completely normal, happy even, until about 9 at night. You were in your room when the alarms went off, you were shaken awake by a nurse who escorted you and a few other patients out. You all were barely out of the doors into the main hall before you watched this- disgusting creature pounce on her. It was covered in blood, its humanoid head blossomed into what looked like a giant blister. Its movements were heavy, but quick. It had her by the jugular before she could react. After that, all you and your fellow inmates could do was run.
You had darted into the East Wing, down hall after hall. It was overwhelming, the dread. You were running now, up a flight of stairs as another one of them chased you. It was slow, but unwavering, and you were in no condition to fight. The doctors had taken your blood earlier, done a few tests, you were weak, and tired. Any energy you had was all put into your feet as they carried you as fast as they could.
“ I'm.. s–ssoorrry.. “ the creature behind you groaned, but you couldn't pay attention, much less take it to heart. Were the zombies talking? Were they even zombies? You had heard of something like this before, a few years before you were born the neighboring city, Raccoon City had been taken over by some virus, then bombed. Was this the same thing?
But it wasn't something you could focus on right now.
You ducked into a nearby room. The door was wooden, strong, hopefully. You ran back, ducking under a pile of boxes and medical equipment. Your hand comes up to cover your mouth, attempting to tamper the sound of your panicked breathing. The door swings open, you dare to peek your head out and it's that creature. It lumbers through the room, before stopping, and just standing. It just stands, and groans. Blood drips out of its mouth, an orange, almost yellow substance leaked out of one of its orifices, whichever one was unclear. It dripped down its body, pooling underneath it.
You held your breath for a long, long time. Until you couldn't anymore. You took a tentative, slow breath, desperate to be as quiet as possible. But it didn't move, it just stood there, slightly bent at the hip, leaking blood. Hesitantly, you looked around for something to defend yourself with. There was a glass bottle, an IV, a potted plant, and.. Half of a pair of scissors. It was tapped to provide a steady handle. You took it in your hand, the blade juuust sharp enough to pierce the skin. If you were getting out of here alive you would have to fight for it.
Carefully, you crept up. It was zoned out, a low rumbling coming from its rotted mouth. You consider your options, before you decide on stabbing it in the head. In zombie movies you always gotta destroy the head, right?
You lifted your hand up, and sunk the scissors into the back of its head. The creature stills for a moment, before turning around, lunging at you. A shriek leaves your mouth as you fall to the floor. The creature is much heavier than you, pinning you to the ground.
“ oh shit-!! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck get the hell off of me! “ Your voice is shrill as you scream, panic and dread mixing into your voice. You struggle as best you can, holding it by the forehead as you attempt not to get bitten but god it's not doing much. “ HELP-! Fuck someone please help mee.. “ your voice trails off into a sob of deep helplessness washes over you.
The pit in your stomach grows, you're doomed. This is how you die. You're going to get eaten alive by a zombie. It's going to devour you, tear out your organs, break your bones all while you're alive. You were supposed to go to Rhodes Hill to be helped, you were hoping to leave a new, healthy and happy person but no, this building is going to be your grave.
However, just as you were about to give up, bracing yourself the pain, the darkness, the weight if lifted off your chest, literally. You stay still for a few moments, maybe it just got up to get a better angle at your neck but.. no.
When you open your eyes the intense, blinding lights fill your vision. When your eyes finally adjust you find yourself to be okay, relatively unharmed. The zombie, or what was left of it was on the floor a few feet away from you. It looks like it had been decimated, ripped apart. Its head had been torn in half, its brains, now a pale yellowed ivory, leaked out of its skull. A large chunk of the zombie's flesh had been ripped away, now laying a few feet away from the corpse, but that doesn't bode well for you. Whatever killed it, it's in here with you. And then, like it's on cue..
“There you are, my dear. You’ve run rather far from your room,” the voice you hear is steady, calm and familiar. You look up to see the familiar visor of Dr Victor Gideon.
He was the director of Rhodes Hill, and the entire reason you're even here. He personally had you transferred from another facility. He’d been your doctor for a few months now. He’d always been.. Offputting. He had some.. Condition, he told you. He was almost two meters tall, pale, almost purple skin, with a scar that runs down his mouth down his chest. He’d always been.. Kind, so you could never complain, especially after he’d saved you from that monster. Wait, was he the one who did that?
“ It's alright, you're in a state of shock, I won't ask you to speak, “ he says with that cold, disconnected tone. He gently sat you up, his visor whirring as it adjusted, cogs inside turning. “ But I do ask you to come with me, you don't want to be someone's lunch do you? “
Without thinking, you shook your head. You felt yourself dissociating, simply letting him stand you up, a hand coming to your lower back to lead you.
“ Where are we.. “ you trail off, before looking around. “ We- we can't go through there.. That..thing that killed the nurse is still.. in there-” you start, but his soothing, deep voice shushes you, it's oddly reassuring.
“ Don't worry, my dear. “ he says, and refuses to elaborate. When he takes you through the doors you see it. The nurse is on the ground, blood gushing out of her throat. The creature that had killed her was long gone, but a few zombies were feasting on her leftovers like dirty vultures. Panic overwhelms you as he leads you to it, but his grip on you doesn't waver.
As he approaches them, one of them stands up and without a thought he lifts his hand, wrapping his large fingers around its head and squeezing. It pops. Blooding splats on you and you cringe, almost vomiting. You wipe your face on your arms, trying not to gag. He lets out an amused huff, guiding you through the walls.
“ Doctor.. Whats.. What's happening.. “ Your voice comes out embarrassingly meek, barely above a whisper. He doesn't answer for a moment.
“ I will be getting you to safety, “ he says steadily. He brings you up a few flights of stairs, leading you into what seems to be his office. He gently leads you to sit on one of the couches, guiding you down with a strong push of his hand.
The sofa under you was frustratingly comfortable. You were panicked, terrified, but you sunk into the cushions. He didn't move for a moment, just staring at you. Strangely enough, it made your cheeks warm. Were you blushing? Why were you blushing??
“ I have a car waiting for us,” he said as he swiftly made his way to one of the adjacent rooms, packing up a few items into a briefcase. After a moment he ushered you into the room.
“ What about the others- i.. I think I saw a few people in the west wing-? “ you stutter quietly, your voice grating against your hoarse throat. He hummed quietly.
“ They are no use to me. “
He didn't elaborate. He never elaborated, but as cryptic as it was, it reassured you a bit. That meant that at least.. You were important enough to keep alive. Maybe.. Maybe he meant you were developing more with your treatment.. Making more progress? You knew, deep down, that that wasn't the reason, you could hear the sinister undertone to his voice.
After a moment you observed your surroundings. The room was painted a bold green, polished oak beams, cabinet doors, a marbled green table. The lamp in the corner gave the room a soft, yet warm glow. It was comfortable, for now at least. The Doctor himself was in his ordinary attire, a button up with his long snake skin coat on, visor polished to perfection. However, you do notice that he doesn't smell as.. unique as he usually does. He never smelled.. particularly good, but it was at least tolerable now. You felt out of place in such an ostentatious environment. Your outfit was a pale white blouse with a long white skirt, both slightly dirtied from prolonged use. Neither of them had been your first choice exactly, but it was cooler in the warmer months so, it wasn't that bad. Some patients wore straightjackets 24/7 so you couldn't exactly complain.
“ Miss? “ you hear him ask, you must’ve zoned out. When you look back to him he has opened what appears to be a secret door, leading to a grey, much more sterile looking environment. His smile spread when you looked at him, his golden teeth shimmering in a mix of saliva and the warm light from the lamp. “ I do encourage you to keep up, lest you get left behind and I have to crush another skull. “ When he said that this sick, almost perverted smile spread across his face, teeth grinding together as he waited for you to follow. And follow you did.
You have to keep a good pace to keep up with him, his tall stature resulted in him being much, much faster than you. You didn't wanna think about how scared that made you, how easily he could crush you if he wanted too. He led you through the winding hallways through a door leading to the front of the care center. There was a black car pulled up to the front, he led you to it, He opened the back door for you, ushering you in quietly. You were shaking.
The car was warm, soft jazz music playing as you watched the doctor enter the passenger seat, closing the door as the vehicle rocks from his large frame. The driver is a man you don't recognize. The two discuss something you can't hear. The car starts driving, and not a moment passes until you're starting to nod off. Before you do though, you glance up into the rearview mirror and the last thing you see before you lose consciousness is his eyes. Victor's golden red eyes meet yours, his lips pull into a smile, that for some reason, reassures your mind as you fall asleep.
You woke up strapped down to a gurney, your hair hanging in front of your face, obscuring your vision. You feel warm, uncomfortably warm. When you eventually focus your eyes and get a grip on your surroundings you assess the room you're in. The room seems to be opulent, it smells warm, like eucalyptus and lavender. The walls are a deep stained wood, shiny with the seal. The room is lit with oil lamps, a few sconces decorate the walls. It's a bedroom, a large canopy bed with dark sheets and thick black curtains.
“ Finally, you're awake. "The short, steady voice of the doctor flowed into your ears, into the mush of your brain. You look up to him, who was standing only a few feet to your side, you could barely make him out in your peripherals.
“ Doctor Gideon? “ you ask shakily, your voice barely above a whisper. He chuckles heartily, as if he thinks what you just said was the funniest thing he's ever heard.
“ Please dear, just Victor. Formalities aren't needed between the two of us. “ he says like he's asserting something. He's Victor to you, no more doctor, but Victor. You nervously dart your tongue out to wet your lips.
“ Why am I tied up? “ you ask carefully. He steps into your vision, his face flat, unmoving. He gently approaches you, and without explaining anything he just trails a hand down your face, caressing oh so gently.
“ Have I ever told you you've always been my favorite patient? “ he asks, blatantly ignoring your question. You can hear the visor whir as it zooms in on your face, like he's studying you. At a loss for words, you simply shook your head, he simply hummed. “ My dear, you’ve always been my favorite. Your purpose is true. “
You paused as he said that, your purpose? What was your purpose? Why is he unable to elaborate on literally anything he says??
He chuckled to himself, gently leaning into your space. He was cold, you noticed. Extremely cold. When his skin touched yours it left you shivering. His hand came up to hold your face, one of his hands could engulf your entire jaw, his thumb caressing your bottom lip oh so gently.
“ You see my dear, you are perfect. “ he asserts. Before you can question, or object, he quickly continues. “ I can do almost everything. There is little I need from the outside world but you, you have the one thing I need. “ he says, before boldly reaching his hand down to your cunt. You shriek, when did you get naked?? He lets this loud, boisterous laugh ring through the room. “ Shhh don't be scared. I've done nothing but keep you safe, and I intend to do that for a long time. “
His middle finger slithered down, parting your folds gently, the cold metals of his rings sending tingles through you. You were oddly aroused, you could feel yourself soaking his hand. What the hell was happening? Why did you enjoy this? A finger rubbed at your entrance, never daring to dip in, while his thumb tenderly rolled your clit.
“ Everything about you is pure perfection. You're the perfect age, young, but mature enough to healthily deliver. Your body contains a healthy balance between estrogen and testosterone, you intake a healthy amount of Vitamin C & Vitamin B-Complex, all of these aiding in fertility levels. “ he stops after a moment, “ I've had my nurses track your menstruation cycle. Hence why I had you taken off your birth control back in March, your body should be ready now. “
He says this casually, like this isn't some of the creepiest shit you've ever heard. He's been tracking you to figure out the optimal time to fuck you so you get pregnant? What the fuck? … if you are so worried creeped out by him, why does his hot and heavy gaze feel so good? You’d been a patient going in between psychiatric institutions for years now, no one's ever given enough of a shit about you to take care of you, much less to put this much time and effort into you, even if it were for his own good.
You had always been a bit flustered around him, as you were to any doctor. Any tall, strong man with deep voices and an intense clinical attitude scares you, it happens after facing so much medical abuse. So eventually you chalked it up to nerves, but you’d be lying if you said his attention doesn't feel good. He spoke to you with this genuine care you’ve never heard before. Maybe he's finally brave enough to speak this to you, maybe he's just being kind to the mother of his future child.
When you look back up to him you don't get a chance to speak as his lips collide with yours. You take a moment to consider your options, either resist, or enjoy it- embrace it even. Fuck when his forked tongue slid into your mouth you didnt even consider the former. You let yourself kiss him back, his lips are painfully chapped, they scratch and scrape against yours but it doesn't matter. He hums, pleased with your cooperation. He pulls away slowly, his tongue flickering against your lips.
“ Oh my dear. I've waited too long for you, “ he mused quietly, before he gave you a hug? It's awkward, his arms wrapping all the way around the gurney, then you realize he's untying you. You fall into his chest and he takes no time steadying you, making sure to look down at you, tilting his head ever so slowly.
He led you to the bed, a hand on your back, controlling yet steady. He gently pushes you back, guiding you to lay down in front of him. He looks down at you, towering over you.
“ So small, so tiny. “ he says almost kindly, carding his big fingers through your hair, “ I'm glad you’ve come to your senses, darling. I’d hate to have to force you, “ He doesn't explicitly say what forcing you would entail, but you could figure it out pretty easily.
He gazed down at you, particularly at your breasts. You hear the visor whirr under the warm machinery, taking in the sight of. Without thinking, you lift up your hands, cupping his face in yours. Your hands looked tiny on his face, barely being the size of his cheek.
He pauses when your small hands cup his cheeks, your warmth sinking into his skin, a foreign feeling. The sound stills, and so does he. Hesitantly, you smooth your hands up against his scarred, flaky skin, tenderly brushing your thumbs up and down against his temples. With careful hands you lift the visor off of his face. As much as you’d love to fuck him with it on your sure there would be time for that late. A hand shoots up to stop you. He softly speaks your name.
“ I do not suggest you do that, my dear you.. Wont like what you see, “ he warns, steady strong hands holding you in place, you shake your head.
“ You doubt my judgement? “
“ No, no not at all.. “ he says softly, his sweet, sexy voice rumbling through your body. “ But I weigh my options completely on facts. You won't like what you see. You.. are a sweet, pretty young girl, and I am no more attractive than the monster under your bed. “
Disagreeing, you shook your head. You didn't care about that, you never would. What he looked like didn't matter, not when he touched you so tenderly, not when he showed you love and care like you had never before. He had kept you safe from those monsters, you can still picture his gaze on you after he had practically ripped a zombie in half, and a rush of arousal ran through you now knowing his intentions retrospectively. He kept you safe so he could breed you.
“ Victor please.. I do not care what you look like. I want you to look me in the eyes while you make love to me. Please? For me? “ you do your best pleading eyes, your bottom lip sticking out a bit. Reluctantly letting go, his hands drop to your shoulders, running them up and down your neck, huge hands wrapping around it effortlessly, but he was ever so gentle.
The metal of his visor was artificially warm from the machinery inside of it, your hands shakily lift it off of his head.
His face is the same purplish pale color his skin is, his eyes are a sharp yellow, spotted with deep red. He's clearly an older man, with his hairline receding into his mangy hair, his skin wrinkled and cracked. He has a bigger nose, thick brows, a round face, with small red marks on his skin from where his visor sat. He wasn't unattractive; something deep inside you made you.. attracted to him. He was an old, perverted man who had you on your back.
He looked a bit embarrassed, his cold demeanor turning a bit flustered, he obviously not a fan of his own looks. But god you could help but be attracted to him. You tilted your face up and took the shot, pressing your lips against his again. He pauses, and stills. After a moment you pull away, your cheeks turning a deep pink. He was looking down at you, his eyes heated, needy.
He ducked down again, capturing your lips with his again. This time the kiss is wet, sloppy even. He's needy as he slithers his forked tongue into your mouth, allowing yours to press against his. His big hands creepy down to engulf your breasts, he pulled away to gaze down at them, fingers rubbing your nipples gently.
“ Perfection. "He states, “ You will be perfect, you're the next step to human evolution. Your body.. It's optimal in every way possible. “ he praises you clinically, “ One day your body will take to my seed, and you will become a lovely mother. These pretty breasts will feed our children. My dear it will be two of us against the world, “
His head dips down, tongue flickering out to brush against your nipple, it sends shockwaves through your body, soft muffled noises coming from him. He was enjoying this just as much as you were. Slimy, wet muscle swirled around your nipple as he engulfed it with his entire mouth, his chapped lips gently scratching the sensitive skin of your breast. Gently, he suckled, like mimicking a babe drinking from its mother.
Big hands were placed at the side of your hips, rubbing a thumb up and down against your soft skin. He was so, so much bigger than you are. You can only imagine what's under his dress pants as he grinds his bulge against your thigh.
He pulls away from your chest, giving it a small kiss, muttering something inaudible, his fast words tripping over each other, interrupting himself with a flicker of his tongue.
When he returns to reality he tilts your head up. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment it's like the world slows to a stop. The only two things you can feel are your racing heart and throbbing pussy. His iris’ are a sharp yellow, pupils cut into slits, and the most captivating thing; his scleras were pitch black. You could see your own reflection in them, naked, sweating and panting. Holding his gaze feels almost overwhelming. The warmth seeping into your cheeks indicated you were blushing.
“ Forgive me, I am usually a patient man, but I can not wait for you anymore, “ he said, his voice dropping in octaves as he positioned himself almost laying on you. You wasted no time in stealing soft, sweet kisses from him, distracting him from his task at hand- taking his belt off.
When he finally unbuckles it he doesn't bother fully taking his dress pants off, he simply pulls them down. Too scared, or maybe too bashful to look down, you keep your eyes on him. His flaky, yet mesmerizing skin wrinkles as his eyes stay trained on your cunt. His skin almost glowed, it was dull, but his scars looked purple in certain lighting, he looked like his scars were simply cracks, and whatever had mutated him was slowly leaking its way out.
You’re pulled back into reality when you feel the head of his cock draggg down your slit. A gasp leaves your mouth without meaning too, drawing a deep chuckle from him. He slowly murmurs to you as he slowly pushes in.
When you feel him you finally gather the courage to look down. His cock is just as you had imagined (in which, yes you had imagined this before). It was big, bigger than a normal human’s would be, and it matches his skin tone, a bit darker around the head. You realized that the scar that ran down his chest actually didn't run down the middle of his cock as well, it stopped a few inches above it.
His hips gut forwards as he thrusts into you, immediately filling you up, before pausing for you. It feels like a sharp, throbbing pain, but also it was delicious. He barely gives you time to adjust as he fills you up, up, up..
When he finally bottoms out it's intense, for the both of you it seems. For you, it's pain and pleasure all at once. He rubbed up against you fucking perfectly, it was the best feeling you’ve evee felt. The pain edged you on, like aggressively scratching a bug itch; it hurts, and it won't feel good later, but at the moment it satisfies you fully. For him? You obviously cannot tell how he feels but his face at the moment is very expressive. His eyebrows are knit tight, his eyes closed tightly, biting his bottom lip oh so slightly. It was strange, you had never seen him so expressive before.
He pulls out once, and gently rocks his hips, pushing back deep into you. You moan, you cant help yourself, it feels so fucking good. He does it again, and again, and again and again, and he speeds up.
Hes properly fucking you now, you can feel the slow drag of his thick cock against your walls, your arousal had leaked, covering the inside of your thighs in a way that would usually make you cringe, but right now you couldnt physically care.
It felt heavenly, like something you’ve never experienced before. Sure you have had a handful of sexual experiences, but nothing like this. Nothing like him
Because it felt like more than sex. He had passion, pure passion, deranged passion. He's obsessed, delusional- but is it delusional when it's reciprocated? You hadn’t denied him, you had no right to criticize yourself, especially not when he was rearranging your insides.
“ God– Victor… oh god, “ you whimpered pathetically. You pretend you dont hear your own whimpers, too embarrassed to care as he fucked into you. He simply grunted in response, bending down to press his body against yours, pinning you down underneath him on the mattress. You couldn't escape now. Not that you wanted too. His skin is cold, eerily cold, it makes you shiver when he presses against you.
“ My- oh my love- you must forgive me. I have not indulged in human pleasures of this sort in- hnng years.. I will not last much longer, “ he apologizes quietly groaning as he speeds up, using his thick fingers to rub soft little circles on your clit, trying his best to stay in rhythm as he fucks you.
“ dont- dont apologize to me Victor, im.. im sure i wont last long either-.. “ you sigh in pleasure. everytime he thrusts into you it's a warm pleasure that spills into you. And just like that, his thrusts speed up, erratic and uneven, and his thumb speeds up. He rubs and rubs and rubs and it drives you crazy.
Your body feels like it's been struck by lightning as you cum, intense waves washing over you as you feel him follow suit. His cum is thick, and there's almost an uncomfortable amount. When he pulls out it slowly gushes out of you and you can feel yourself physically cringing.
Silence follows the both of you, neither of you speaking up besides from deep pants. He's the one to pull away, lifting his head to gaze down at where the two of you are still connected. His hand glides down your stomach, before using his middle finger to penetrate your folds, gathering his cum on his thick finger and pushing it back in.
“ I've waited a long time for this, I'm not letting it go to waste. “ he asserts softly. His tone is gentler, and sweeter. A side you’ve never seen from the doctor before this strange incident. He slowly rolls you over so you're in the middle of the bed, head resting on the pillows. He silently cleans you up, wiping your sticky thighs down methodically.
“ Would you like some clothes to sleep in? “ he offered, and you realized that yeah you probably would. Your sweaty body pressed against his mattresses wasn't exactly the most comfortable feeling. He dressed you in panties and what looked to be an old undershirt of his, considering the size of it.
The room goes quiet as you can already feel yourself begin to nod off, your eyes closing without telling them too, and your head lolling back onto the pillow.
After who knows how long you feel the bed dip, and a thin blanket is pulled over you. When you open your eyes you meet Victors. They're tired, but at the same time it's the most flattering look you’ve ever received. He looked happy, content even. He leaned in to kiss your lips gently.
“ Goodnight my love, we shall bathe you in the morning after breakfast. I'm sure we have many, many things to get done in the coming weeks so, I wish to get you acclimated to my home, “ he states as he moves closer to you. He's in a similar undershirt, and a pair of thick pants. “ I love you. “
That catches you off guard, but in a pleasant way. You tilt your head to look at him and snuggle closer, “ I love you too, Victor,”
Hi! I'm the anon who's asking about Michael afton. Since you said you only write Movie Michael afton..Can I have a NSFW request of him with a fem s/o who's wearing sexy bunny outfit?
It is supposed to be a surprise for him when he gets home from work, but he gets early and sees his girlfriend in the middle of wearing the suit wearing her stocking.
fucking like rabbits
Michael afton x f! reader | tws. smut!!! Michael calls reader a 'little bunny' like twice. also sorry my computers being a bitch and won't let me upload pics :((( requests closed :3!
“ hello -? babydoll ‘m home! “ he shouted as he walked through the front door, muddy shoes being kicked off as he hung his coat up. He had gone out to grab a few things, some snacks and dish detergent, however you were nowhere to be seen. Usually when he would come home, during the day at least you’d be in your favorite spot on the couch, snuggled up in a few blankets watching some random movie, but today you were nowhere to be seen.
He creeped through the house, making sure to be quiet so as to not disturb the nap he presumed you were taking, however when he walked into your bedroom he was met with quite the sight.
Sitting on the bed was you, in a tight black bodysuit.
It was high cut enough to just just the edge of your ass as you sat on your knees, observing yourself in the full length mirror, adjusting your hair. The bodysuit, which pushed up your chest just perfectly, was paired with bunny ears, and a cotton tail. Under it were fishnet stockings, you knew he loved when you wore those.
“ What’cha doin’ ? “ he asked as a slow smile spread across his face, his bright, yet darkly toned eyes widened with fascination as he stepped towards you, as soon as he talked your gaze snapped to his in the mirror before you whipped your head right around, bashfully laughing as you try to act inconspicuous.
“ Michael! Gosh you… scared me.. Hah,” you stammered as his eyes roamed your form, an eerie form of enjoyment on his features.
“ Haven't you been up to mischief while I was gone, funny little bunny. . . “ he spoke slowly, eyes shamelessly looking you up and down, his tongue quickly licking his bottom lip. He stepped closer, silently beckoning you closer, and you obliged.
“ i didnt hear you come in… this er-.. was supposed to be a surprise, “ you laughed nervously as he reached out to squeeze one of your thighs, he cocked an eyebrow.
He didn't respond for a moment as he let both of his hands trail down the sides of your thighs, squeezing appreciatively. He laid you back gently, shedding his jacket and tossing it onto the floor as he leaned down. He met your lips with his as he gently kissed you, still in the process of properly angling himself. His lips are chapped, and it kind of hurts when he kisses you too hard. But you don't ever complain.
“ Pretty little bunny, “ he mused as he flicked one of your ears, “ where’d you get this little get-up? “ he asked as he trailed his hand down to hold yours tenderly.
“ I bought it the other day, didn't think you were gonna be home this early.. “ you awkwardly chuckled as he smiled down at you predatorily. He gently rolled you over on your stomach, running his hands up your legs. He was slow, calculated even as he gazed at you, icy features assessing your form. He slowly pushed your legs up to rest against his shoulders.
“ Where's the zipper on this? “ he asked quietly as you reached behind you to attempt to unzip the body piece, but obviously it wasn't fast enough for him as he lifted you up, pressing against your chest as he unzipped it.
As soon as he unzipped it he slid it down your legs, taking your thighs with it. It left you nude, under his completely clothed body. You felt exposed to his hungry gaze, he grinned as he looked at you. The dark room left his face cloaked in shadow, only being able to see his wide smile, and piercing eyes. The way he looked at you made something.. intense bubble up in your groin. He let his hands drag down your body, squeezing your breasts as he came upon them. He gently played with them, thumbs flickering over your nipples a few times as he continued his path down your body.
He made his way to your core, gently rubbing his fingers along your folds, soaked with your juices. He smiled to himself a bit as he prodded them, pushing them apart with his fingers to gain access to your pussy. His fingers trailed up to rub your clit a few times, before he lowered himself to his knees.
As soon as he was face to face with your core he leaned in, his fingers slipping inside of you, his middle and index slid into the knuckle, before curling a few times, massaging your walls. You felt yourself moan without realizing, allowing him the satisfaction of your voice.
“ There's that pretty moan, “ he says quietly, his squeaky voice cooing. He slid the finger in.. and out and in and out. His other hand coming down to rub a few circles on your sensitive nub, a shiver running down your spine as he fingered you, a toothy crooked smile crossed his face when he saw you shiver. “ cold? “You shook your head, you hadn't even been aware of your surroundings till now, and as fast as you were, Michael’s long finger made you blissfully unaware.
He crooked his fingers against that perfect fucking spot inside of you. It felt like a jolt of electricity going down your legs as you moaned, loud and prettily, you can tell he thought so after he rubbed against it again.. And again and again. It was perfect- he was perfect.
“ Michael- I cant.. ‘M not gonna last.. “ you whimpered, he placed an encouraging kiss against the side of your thigh wordlessly. His fingers sped up, curling delightfully as you reached your peak.
After you came he eased hisw fingers out, glistening with your juices. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked gently, pulliung them out only when they were completely clean. He gave you a toothy grin and leaned down, unbuckling his belt. “ have you ever heard the phrase ‘fucking like rabbits’ ? "
hello!!!! I’d like to thank everybody for the requests however they are closed for the time being. thank you all so much for the support on this blog and look forward to some new fics tonight!!!
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Michael is a watcher, and he's good about it. He's light on his feet and a quiet breather, he could be right behind you and you'd never notice. He tends to be too, he just likes to watch, he likes too always be there. You left for the store? He's right behind you. He's responsible for that nagging feeling in your stomach that you're being watched. But he doesn't mean any harm.. he's loves you so so much.. don't you believe him?
₊˚⊹ ᰔ As creepy as Michael is that is a consistent, he truly does love you. You're not some passing fantasy or someone he plans to kill your genuinely the love of his life. He is very very loyal, once you show love to him your not getting rid of him. Once he's validated by someone he wants them for life.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Speaking of validation that is the best gift you could gif him. He has bad daddy issues and a fear of abandonment of COURSE he needs validation. He'll seek it out too, he'll attempt to make himself essential to your life, as helpful as he can be. He'll drape your jacket over your shoulders, tie your tie, go to the store for you, shine your shoes whatever you need to get that sweet smile, kiss on the cheek and your sweet sweet words.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Bro he's terrified of meeting your family. If you're close to them and want him to meet them he'll avoid it at ANY circumstances. Not that he doesn't want to meet them, but he's too self aware to ignore the fact that you are out of his league. He's a creepy, socially awkward security guard with violent habits. He's been abandoned by his family one too many times to be comfortable.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ However, once he does meet them he warms up to them slowly. He enjoys the holidays with your family, but he doesn't talk much. He only speaks when spoken too and stays glued by your side. He does get along with any kids in your family though, especially if they like Freddy's. He'll bring them stuffed animals from his job and tell them stories about what goes on at night there.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ He can't cook to save his LIFE. He can do the basics, boxed Mac and cheese, tv dinners, oatmeal.. you'll have to teach him. He's open to learning, but isn't exactly thrilled at the prospect, he'll do the dishes when you cook if you ask though.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ When the two of you live together he doesn't know how. Like genuinely he doesn't know how to live with another person, he has a bad habit of not cleaning up after himself, staying up days at a time, and just living in filth. If you ask him though he can learn with time.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ He's surprisingly clingy, he just enjoys how it feels to touch you. He usually only touches the cold, rotting bodies in the pizzeria, stiff as rigor mortis sets in. So to have someone warm, willing and kind to touch? Someone he can snuggle up to and just hold.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ He doesn't really want kids but he could be convinced. Especially if you all move on from Freddys, from Hurricane in general and his past maybe he can grow to want little Michael JRs.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ He loves kissing, he loves it so much he gets kinda embarrassed when he asks for one. He'll kiss you all over, from your head to your toes. He kisses the corners or your mouth, to your nose, your eyebrows, the tired bags under your eyes, to your lips. It's one of the only times he can initiate such affection.
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₊˚⊹ ᰔ Freaky as hell. like I can't describe to you how freaky this man is. He has a very high libido, he hasn't had someone tell him they love him in years and for you to come, say it everyday, and look so so good while doing it? Hes HAS to fuck you.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ He's just fucking gross okay? He likes it when you smell. Yeah I'm coming right out of the park with this one he likes it when you havant showered in awhile. He likes the rawness, how frizzy your hair gets, how your body smells when he sniffs it, how he takes off your underwear and it smells like you potently.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Speaking of that bro is panty sniffer supreme. He LOVES to sniff your underwear it's not even funny. He brings a pair either him to work to help him.. destress when he misses you. He'll lean back in his chair, smother himself in your underwear, bonus points if you wore it for several days, and tug on his cock til he whimpers.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ He loves to mark, especially biting and that goes both ways. If your riding him and you lean down to sink your teeth into his neck expect for him to cum inside of you instantly. He likes to bite your stomach, it's private enough to hide, but open enough to see if you wander around the house in a cropped shirt.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ He has a weird cum kink, he gets off seeing himself cum on or in you. Like when you're sucking him off and you pull yourself off of his cock and stroke him until he cuts on your face he'll be so turned on at the sight of you. Expect pictures of you taken in this state- for his eyes only.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ If your plus sized he's lowkey so fucking into that. He likes to have you on top of him naked, he'll run his hands down you, squeezing your hips as his gaze rolls over you. This goes back to the smell thing if you don't shower for a day or two he'll lay you back and sniff you. He'll sniff under your breasts, in between any fat rolls you have- he'll even lick sweat off of you.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ He's not very experienced. He's been around the block, maybe had a hookup or two, but asides from that he's totally inexperienced. He likes to learn though.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Locations wise he prefers to keep it private, in your alls house, or your car, even in the back offices of freddys. In terms of other places he'd have sex with you, he'd too fuck you in the woods. When its dark and the two of you are alone he'll push you up against a tree and fuck you until you scare off any wildlife with your moans.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ His favorite places within your house is definitely your bed, and bending you over something. Whether that be a kitchen counter or the back of a sofa, if he can see our ass bouncing while he thrusts into you fine by him. He also likes to sit you down on the kitchen table and eat you out, referring to you as his dinner.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ He likes skin to skin contact. He doesn't really like fucking with clothes on he gets sweaty and they stick to him. One of his favorite positions is doggystyle, when he bends over to rest his chest against your back his legs pressing against the back of yours as he fucks into you, his face buried into your neck.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ He LOVESS to be praised. He knows he's.. off-putting at best. So telling him that you love his smile? That you think he's pretty? INSTANT BONER. Before your relationship started he, embarrassingly accidentally got a hard on after you thanked him for keeping you safe. You thanked from for being your savior and he instantly excuses himself to tug one out in the bathroom.
Sorry if this already got answered, but what are your rules? I'd like to share a prompt but I first would like to know if there are any guidelines I should keep in mind before submitting. 😅
uhhh I don't write angst no happy ending, anything weird like pred stuff or incest. I prefer smut but I write anything else. all characters except for Michael (not yet) are listed in my pinned post
Hi! Before I requested, May I ask if you were only write Movie! Michael afton in the movie or You can also write a Game! Michael afton from FNAF games?
I only write for him in the movie! He’s just so vague of a character that he’s not even like a character if that makes sense. Like we know next to nothing about him so there’s not really a character to go off of. If this makes sense.. I will happily write for movie! Michael tho. :)))
movie! michael afton x fem! reader | tws. smut, obsession, creampie, dacryphillia, groping, mentions of murder. REQUESTS OPEN!!!!
Your front pressed against the table as you felt the grabby, perverted hand that trailed down your hips to grope your ass. The way his thumb glided over it through your jeans made you blush way more than it should've. The hand belonged to your co-worker.
“ There we go.. nice and easy now hm? “ he spoke intensely from behind you, from the distance his voice was you could tell he was right behind your ear. You had been hooking up with Michael for about 3 months now. Whenever your shifts overlapped.. you couldn't help yourself. He was so fucking creepy, but in a stranegly attractive way. He always happened to be scheduled with you, you’ve barely even seen the other nightguards. In fact you've never seen one twice.
He pawed at your backside, tugging them down to your knees. He glide his hand down your back to tug on the waistband of your panties.
“ Purple.. “ he mused as he felt the fabric between his fingers, “ It looks pretty on you.. You should wear ‘em more often. “
Your brain didn't even process his words as two of his fingers dragged down to stroke you from the outside of your panties. He had long fingers, with lanky hands that grabbed and pawed at you, desperate for your attention. For someone as reserved as he was, he opened up to you rather quickly. Even besides your sexual frolicking you two genuinely were good friends.
He gently pulled your panties to the side, his index and middle finger stroked in between your folds, not delving inside, but just enough to gather your wetness onto the ends of his fingers. He brought them up to his face, sticking them inside just enough to lick you off of him. His lips spread into a wide grin before he had even pulled them from his mouth.
“ God, sweetheart… if you weren't so wonderfully presented to me.. I would take the time to taste you more.. I s'pose it’ll have to wait til tomorrow night hm? “ he retracted his fingers. You heard the crude unzipping of his pants, and then the sound as they hit the floor, something you were all too familiar with.
“ Michael… “
“ Hmm? “ he hummed at your quiet whine.
“ Please don't make me wait anymore.. “ you pleaded embarrassingly, he chuckled as he seemed to NOT take your request to heart, returning his fingers to push deeper into your folds, slowing up… and down.
“ Oh sweetheart you can be patient, can't you? Being this desperate after I just fucked you last night? “ he teased, you felt your face heat up. “ I can't complain though.. Not when my girl is so.. desperate. “ he grinned as he leaned forward, his front pressed against your back. You looked over your shoulder to meet his gaze. When your eyes met his expression softened, he held a hand out to cup your chin. “ Ohhh.. dont cry.. “ he said as you teared up. The aching in your pussy made it impossible to ignore, made him impossible to ignore. Knowing right next to your throbbing hole was his cock, the one that filled you up so.. so good was waiting to pound into you mercilessly made you needy.
The concern on his face wasn't real, and you knew that. He did care for you, but when your tears were involved? That's a whole different story. The way your eyes got all puffy and red, the way your cute little sniffles filled the room and the salty tears ran down your cheeks, he wanted to bottle it up and suffocate himself in it.
“ Babydoll your tears won't do you any good.. Y’know. “ he said as he leaned in to nuzzle your face with his. “ Ask nicely.. real nicely. “
“Please- michael dont make me wait any longer please.. “ you whined out, your tone foreign to you as if he had consumed you whole.
“ Please what? “
“ Please just fuck me already!” you cried out, unable to bear his teasing. You pushed your hips back, presenting him with your wet pussy, “ Michaeeeelll please.. I can't help it.. I need you so bad.. “ Your voice got quiet as embarrassment seeped into your skin. He just smiled, and grabbed onto his cock. He wasn't small that's for sure, he was a little longer than average, with this thickness that engulfed you. He dragged his tip down your folds, your juices mixing with his.
He seemed like he was debating whether or not to pull away and spank you so fucking hard you weep until daylight comes, or for him to pound into you til your bruised and filled. Luckily for just about everyone involved, he chose the latter.
The thick head of his cock slammed deep into you, your warmth engulfing him. He let out a groan, which was drowned out by your near pornographic moan. It's again and again and again and it feels like he instantly turns the pace to 100 as he practically rams into you. You whine as he pulls out for a second, but he simply tears your panties down all the way, giving your ass a light smack, going quiet as he watches it move. He chuckles for a moment before slamming back into you.
“ You have a pretty little ass, you know that? It should be a crime… how tight the night security uniforms fit you.. “ he said as he pushed in and out much slower this time, seemingly more focused on talking. He's always been a yapper. “ It's so- god it's so tight. You're so tight. “
The feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your velvet walls made you squeal, enjoying the slow pace, but wanting more. When he pulled out you took the initiative to push back on him and hard, the leaking tip of his cock prodding your depths. You felt him groan, it rumbled through his body.
Suddenly, you felt a tight grip on your hair, his fingers threading through it. “ Babydoll… “ he said slowly. “ Did you think that was a smart thing to do? “ You whined as he pulled out all the way, before harshly smacking your ass. “ Turn around, spread your legs. “
Without giving the command much thought you spun around, kicking your pants and underwear all the way off to spread your legs wide, giving him a view of your ripe pussy. You were sure you were leaking onto the table, it felt like you were drooling. He assessed the sight, tilting his head slightly down to watch it tighten around nothing. His eyes flicker up to you, his pronounced eyebrows quirked up.
His hand came forward to rip your uniform open, several buttons flying out everywhere, you yelped, and when about to protest..
“ Don't worry ‘bout your shirt babydoll they got plenty in the back.. Just wanted to see these pretty tits, “ he mumbled as he pulled your bra down, cupping them in his hands. “ Your so fuckin’ pretty y’know that? So fucking perfect. “
Without another word he slammed into you again, much to your own delight. Your head tilted back as you squealed, welcoming the sensation. It was much faster this time, much much faster. His hand comes down to shakily rub your clit.
“ Oh- oh fuck Michaelll~ “ his name tumbled out of your mouth easily as he fucked into you, cock dragging against your walls. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, his sharp eyes locking onto the sight, slowing down every now and then to watch as your body changes with how he moves. He liked that, he liked the control.
You had never known, but Michael had an obsession, and that obsession was you. He had only a few loves in his life, his dad, sphynx cats, the feeling of hot blood on his hands, and you. Sweet little you. Now it was just you and him and in his eyes it's you and him forever.
“ Babydoll fuck- babydoll ‘m cumming- “ the words left his lips before he even realized it. His eyes widen a smidge as his face heats up. He had never been good at lasting long, luckily he always worked you up enough that you followed suit.
“ Fuuuuuck me too Michael oh god Michael oh GOD!!” your words stopped being your own as he fucked you, deliriously they left your lips. You bucked up to meet his thrusts as he sped up, then you felt a coil in your snap, and you closed your eyes tightly, your own whimpering filling both of your ears, blurring your senses. The only thing you registered was Michael filling you up, his cock twitching as he finished inside of you.
Silence filled the room as the post orgasm bliss washed over the two of you. His hands left your hips- you didn't even remember when he had put them there, to wrap around you. Your head lolled onto his chest as the two of you went quiet. You felt his lips on you as he kissed your shoulder, cold lips meeting your neck.
He loved you very, very much, and you returned the affection. Maybe not as strongly though.
Edward Nashton x fem! reader! | tws. smut, voyeurism, stalking, m & f masturbation, mentions of murder, sex on stream, groping | requests open!!!!!!!
❤︎ eddie LOOOOOVES you its kinda given if your in a relationship, he's obsessed with you and everything you do. you are his number ONE priority.. maybe after his.. "hobby". so expect to be loved seriously and HARD. and he loves you SO much... he needs you at every moment he can get
❤︎ he has a pretty high libido. he hasn't ever really been with someone for THIS long, especially going this far, he'll take any chance he can to fuck you. he just loves pussy, he's very desperate.
❤︎ CONSTANTLY has morning wood. like i'm being so serious get ready for him to have a raging boner at 8 in the morning because he had a dream about you and just.. god he just couldn't help it, you tempt him with everything you do.
❤︎ loves stalking you. he doesn't love being creepy but god he loves watching you go throughout your day. he follows you every single day he can. as soon as he gets off of work he instantly b-lines for your work. as soon as he sees you he's instantly palming himself through his pants. he just.. watches you. doesn't pull himself out. doesn't make any noise, just silently gropes himself until he creams in his pants. when you get home later he sheepishly has to make an excuse for why his underwear in the laundry is very very crusty.
❤︎ adding onto that he loves all types of voyeurism, especially when you know. when you put on a little show for him while he silently watches from the closet, desperately jerking off in rhythm with your rapidly moving fingers. he watches them slide in.. and out.. and in and out and in and out and he's never felt more jealous of anything in his life. eventually he has to come out and stuff his face into your pussy because your just too good to keep the act up.
❤︎ he loves when you dress up for him on stream. he'll have you sitting on his lap while going on about some magical tirade, you'll be in a cute little costume, lingerie or some cheap party city costume. he'll stop his screaming to take a breath, grabbing and groping your breasts to calm himself down.
❤︎ speaking of that oh boy does this fucker love boobs. yours specifically. he's no better then any other man, when he sees you in a cute little number that pushes up your breasts he can't help his need for you. instant boner.
❤︎ loves when you suck him off on stream. it always calms him down when he gets too emotional. the feeling of your tongue draaaaaaging along his cock will never not instantly bring him to silence. before letting out a long drawn out groan, which he got a lot of shit from his followers for that.
❤︎ very inexperienced when you first get together. he's a virgin loser in his 20s who doesn't shower and streams on sketchy websites online. he's a loser. so when you first agree to date him hes.. floored.. AND now you're having sex with him??? he genuinely doesn't believe this is real
❤︎ your first time he tries his best t make you feel good. he's a smart man, he knows a thing or two just from his extensive porn watching and... his research. yes he researched how to make a woman cum after getting together with you, he can't have your first time be a dud for you.
❤︎ when he is in Arkham he misses you so much, he writes letters to you, treasures your visits, and jacks off to the thought of you every nigh. he sometimes debates... compromising the guards so the two of you have some time together.. but every time he brings it up you tell him that he's here to rehabilitate.. and he can't fuck you if he's in prison forever.
❤︎ you make him a better person, and he loves you for that
Joe Goldberg x fem! reader | tws. suggestive, no full smut. requests open!!!!!
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?
you feel his gaze before you feel his touch. he's been in your room for hours you can feel it.. but your not complaining.
you haven't been with anyone for years, no boyfriends no friends with benefits no hookups no nothing. your body yearns for something your mind rejects.
the man in the corner of your room.
he's been here before, kept to himself. probably touched himself, you never know what kind of perverted the people in this city are.
you don't.. mind him oddly. when he's here you feel wanted, and safe. he hasn't even spoke to you but you feel the energy change in the room when he's here.
you always pretend to be asleep, but oddly enough, both of you know your awake. both of you know your want.
tonight however, was the night when everything changed.
your laying in bed, its Friday night and its quiet. for once New York is asleep.
but you aren't, and he isn't. you don't remember when he came in here, or even how he got here. but when you here soft thump of his boots against your floor, you shiver.
like it called you you sat up, and made direct eye contact with him.
the man paused. you sat silently as he tried to detect your emotion. your lack of reaction was oddly... comforting. he steps closer.
slowly, his hand grips your bedsheets, pulling them down. your wearing a tank top tonight, and shorts. he gazes down at you and you finally get a good view of him and.. oh wow.
he has messy black hair that fell in curls around his face, dark eyes that felt charged with more emotion then you had ever seen. he had sharp features, a sharp jaw, sharp cheekbones, and a sharp nose that was oh so slightly crooked. you felt your stomach twist, and you feel your face warm up.
he's extremely handsome, unnaturally so. his gazed trailed from your thighs, to the swell of your chest, to your face. you can't hide the bashful smile that crosses your lips as you feel the unnerving pressure of his eyes hit yours.
when you look back he's grinning, pretty lips pulled back to show his slightly crooked teeth, oddly enough it was charming. his.. creepiness. like he could hurt you and your both knew.
he sat down next to you on the bed, slowly unzipping the high necked windbreaker he wore, tossing it onto the floor. he wore black jeans, and a white t shirt that cringed uncomfortably well to his frame.
he took your hand in his, and pulled you forward.
when you fell into him his lips met yours, in was passionate, and changed with arousal. you kiss back a little too eagerly and he chuckles, and then you hear his voice for the first time.
" god, your desperate, aren't you? " he asked in his taunting, almost mocking tone. you face heats up in embarrassment, your ears feel like their on fire. his voice is masculine and deep, almost strong. like he could rip your mind apart with a few words. " don't worry, I don't mind, "
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
it was a hot summer morning, the sun had just risen and you could hear the hustle of the waking New York from your open window, providing a change between the outside world, and your bedroom.
there was a stark difference between the outside world and your bedroom. The outside world was harsh, deceitful, evil even. It was filled with predators and prey, hunters and naive deer waiting to be plucked ripe, and eaten alive.
but not you, you're safe. Why?
you've gotten one of those predators sleeping, right next to you.
joes asleep, he's been asleep since the two of you went to bed together last night, eyes closed as soon as his head hit the pillow but you know damn well he didn't go to sleep. He waited until you did, that's what he always does. You feel his eyes on you as you drift off. You even opened your eyes once to meet his gaze.
he smiled at you, and you shut you eyes again. You were safe.
this morning he lay next to you, one arm lazily tucked around you as his relaxed body rose and fell with his breathing. The sun shone on his face, illuminating his sharp features.
one thing about Joe was that Joe was passionate about many things. Two things in particular come to mind. Books, and you.
he loved you more than anything in the world, and he made sure you knew it, physically and emotionally.
he told you he loved you constantly, brought home gifts and cuddled you until you fell asleep, fucked you until you cried. Speaking of that, Joe also got the worst case of morning wood you have ever seen.
he woke up with a boner DAILY, and god your not complaining.
turning to the side, you slot your chest against his side, your leg gently being brought up to rest against his bare thigh. Your hand gently snaked up to rest against his stomach, he shuffled in his sleep, mouth slightly opening to let out a soft breath.
god, he's so beautiful like this, quiet and peaceful, something he doesn't get often. But you strive to be that, you strive to be his peace.
your hand moves down, you feel his heat. There's a bulge in his underwear, hot and thick. You feel your face heat up.
you slowly begin to stroke him through his boxers, feeling the wet spot as he begins to leak. He groans, you know he's enjoying this without even realizing it.
you take a peak under the covers at him, the wet spot was a lot bigger than you thought, he had been like this for awhile now, wanting and needy, and oh so beautiful. His jaw clenches unconsciously as you feel his cock twitch.
slipping your hand under the elastic of his boxers you grab his cock, it's warm and throbbing, and immediately he reacts. His eyebrows knit tightly and he lets out a groan. You begin to pump your hand up and down the length of his cock, thumb swiping over the tip to collect pre-cum. Your thumb smears it down the side to use it as a mock lube, not that you needed it that much, he was slick enough already.
as you stroke him you watch him stir awake, it starts with a groan, his eyebrow furrowing, then his eyes flutter open. Pretty deep brown iris' meet yours. He outright moans as he meets your eyes, his hand coming down to cover yours, not speeding you up or slowing you down, but encouraging you.
" good morning beautiful " you smile as you speak, enjoying his sweet confusion as you pleasure him.
he turned to look at you, emotions come over him in wave, first confusion, then realization, then infatuation. a grin instantly crossed his lips, pretty little crooked teeth glowing in the morning light as he leaned in
his lips met yours before you knew it, hot and loving. it felt like relief as he finally known of your efforts.
" now what did I do to deserve being woken up to nicely " his voice came out gruffly as he murmured through the kiss. you could feel him grin into your shared kiss, it made butterflies flutter in your stomach.
" be my amazing boyfriend ? " you offered.
he cocked an eyebrow, opening his mouth to speak before you squeezed him, and his eyes closed shut, nothing but a moan leaving his lips.
you stroked him quicker, and felt his hand fly up to grip your wrist, and after a few more pumps, you felt his body still.
he spilled into your hands, onto his bare stomach, and you stared in awe as his face contorted in pleasure. he was beautiful, he was yours. he was your protector... your lover.. your predator.
