Hi! My name is Shimonerin but you can call me Shimo for short! I'm from Asia and I love writing!
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...and the grabber.
includes: michael myers, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair, bo sinclair, hannibal lecter (tv show), jason voorhees, the grabber.
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Michael Myers
He doesn’t feel jealousy like the average person, he feels possession. All he sees is someone trying to take away what he views as his and once that head tilts? Game over before it has even started. You never mention it, don’t have to. There’s always blood under his nails when you turn the news on the next morning and see the person you spoke with the other day listed as missing. These murders are more gruesome, more animalistic. Michael can’t sit knowing there is someone out there that wants you.
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas has never had something to himself, so when you come along, he’ll do anything to keep you. His jealousy is reactive, immediate, and all consuming — it clouds his vision and dictates his actions. If any future victims get too close, too friendly, he can’t help but go off script and kill them right then and there, which always gets him in trouble later. Sometimes, Hoyt’s eyes will linger on you too long and Thomas pulls you away gently, hiding you from the man. You’re his, all his, and he needs to hear you say it to calm him.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent tends to channel his jealousy into his sculptures. Anyone that makes him jealous has an upcoming death date regardless of his feelings, but he is much more brutal with the ones that dared to speak to you past a polite greeting. Sometimes, the damage is so severe he can’t even display the wax figure he’s made out of them.
Bo Sinclair
Everyone becomes a victim to Bo’s jealousy, just some tend to have it worse than others. His grip will tighten on you, calling you ‘sweetheart’ like the words are poison on his tongue, then when finally alone, he’ll accuse you of wanting to leave him — of having wandering eyes. He will demand Vincent give them unappealing features when he sculpts them, even going as far to take his pocketknife and scrape the finished product to defile them even further. The victim gets the worst of it, though. Damage is so bad even Vincent has to scrap some because he can’t sculpt what little is left of them.
Hannibal Lecter
Hannibal’s jealousy is deeply sinister. He won’t show it outright, but he studies the offender — their habits, their scent, the tone of their voice and even takes on some of their traits himself, since you seemed to like them so much. He’ll serve dinner that week, the meat unusually tender and when you dare to ask what it is, he’ll only smile. Later, when you thank him for dinner, his hand will linger at the base of your neck, thumb brushing your carotid pulse. “You must forgive me,” he murmurs, “I do dislike sharing.” His jealousy isn’t about love; it’s about control portrayed as love. An uncontrollable desire to consume every part of you until there’s nothing left that isn’t his.
Jason Voorhees
His jealousy stems from the sheer desperation he feels towards you. He reacts like a wounded animal when someone tries to take you from him, blade tearing through skin and bone till there is nothing left of them. You’ll have to comfort him after, promising you’d never leave him because here’s the thing about a wounded animal; they’ll turn on you too.
The Grabber
The Grabbers jealousy is a blanket that constricts you — he’s calm, composed, and so damn condescending one minute and sweet the next that it gives you whiplash. He is constantly torn between taking it out on you and blaming the other person, who he kills. He’ll corner you, showing you the blood stained weapon, saying you made him do this and that he doesn’t want to have to hurt you too.
It’s dirty. The way he’s able to lie with such ease, without even flinching. You often wonder what else he could lie about, what there is that he isn’t telling you, but the words he whispers to you are etched into your skull.
It’s disgusting how he pulls you away at the perfect moment. No one ever notices when the two of you disappear, when he sneaks you lingering looks across the room or lustrous touches under the table. He knows exactly how to pull you apart to pieces, especially when he gets to take in the jealous, scared look on your face when he wraps an arm around his wife. He loves watching you drive yourself crazy over him, you hate him for it.
It’s invigorating.
You love the way you’re sworn to secrecy. One word, one small neglected detail, one minor characteristic out of place, and his whole life would be over.
His lengthy fingers dig into the fat of your hips, sure to leave mulberry impressions by tomorrow morning. He ruts his hard dick between your thighs, letting it pet against your wet pussy as you push back into him, hands falling forward to catch your weight on the washing machine.
“William…” you exhale, feeling his tip catch the perfect angle on your sensitive nerves. You clench onto nothing.
He kisses down your neck, hands ghosting over your skin as one snakes in front of you to rub your clit. You roll your head back into his shoulder, craning your neck and exposing him to more surface area. A soft moan escapes your lips, barely heard over the commotion outside of the locked washroom door.
“Look at you.” He muses, rubbing circles with skilled fingers and watching eagerly as your jaw falls open. “You fall apart so easily for me, don’t you?”
Your jeans pull tight around your skin where they’re pulled down to your thighs. William’s touch sends lightning strikes through your skin. Your body needs him, and you know he needs yours, too by the way his tip is leaking onto your thigh.
He reaches down further, gliding his fingers through your slick before plunging them deep into your wet cunt. You shudder, and a desperate moan falls out of your mouth. He can’t help but grin against your neck when you squeeze around him. He rips a groan from your throat as he twists his fingers perfectly, just how you like. William rubs carefully over the soft spot inside of you before increasing his pace tenfold, essentially digging at your walls. He loves to see how far he can push you.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers to you, “you’ll take whatever I give you, huh?”
His words are sinister, and the presence of him against you begins to cloud your head. Your eyes roll shut, jaw slack as hot pants fill the closet. You’re the only one who could turn him on like this.
“Mhm…” you hum, biting your lip.
Your legs begin to shake under you as a wave of heat rolls through you, taking you closer to your looming orgasm.
“Yeah, you’d even let me fuck you right here, right now, wouldn’t you?” His fingers speed up. “Yeah, is that what you want? Say it.”
Your eyes are screwed shut, body tingling from the sensation as you unclench your jaw and start to beg, “please, please fuck me…”
Oh, he could never say no to you. Especially not when you’re being so good for him, letting him touch you all over in the sanctuary you two have made of his laundry room, begging so sweetly for his cock.
He pulls his fingers out of you without anymore hesitation, pulling his pants down further and letting his belt hit the floor. When they pool around his ankles he’s left clad in an unbuttoned shirt that hangs off of his shoulders. You arch your back forward, exposing your pussy to him from behind. As he rolls your top up, you can’t resist looking back at him over your shoulder, watching his eyebrows knit in concentration as he lines up his hard length with your slit. Without warning, he drives into you, making you jump as his thick cock stretches out your swollen walls. You hiss at the feeling, letting out a deep moan absentmindedly as he settles snug, all the way inside of you.
Your volume startles him, and William takes a second to reach over you and start the dryer, letting the rattling sound cover up your helpless cries, sure that nobody else will be able to hear you but him. You’re all his.
He then uses the same hand to get a firm grip on your hair, entangling his fingers before pushing your head down flush with the machine. He resumes his thrusts, rapid and unforgiving, and you lay there with no other choice but to let him use you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Your eyes watch the door, unable to look away even if his hand wasn’t pinning you in place. You stare at the golden lock, twisted shut to not let anybody catch you in this compromising position, with William rutting his length so deep into you you can’t breathe, you feel him in your lungs.
He’s everywhere. On your skin, in your head, in your lungs… You let him reduce you to his slut, molding your pussy to his dick, ruining you so that no one else could ever make you feel as fervent as him. It’s downright unlawful.
Maybe he wants you to look at the door. Maybe he wants your eyes to trail down to where the hallway light leaks in from underneath, watching shadows of footsteps pass back and forth just inches away from you. It’s so wrong, and you should know better.
But William should know better, too. His wife is out there, the woman who he married, who birthed his kids, who loves him… but he could never love her as much as he loves to fuck you. To feel your young and eager body against his, milking his cock for all he’s got, crying out for him as you drag your nails down his back. The thought of you keeps him up at night more than he cares to admit.
“William, oh-! William!” filling his ears as he buries himself deep in your cunt, strings of white painting your insides.
He almost wishes he’d accidentally left the door unlocked.
He almost wishes she’d walk in on you.
He almost wishes she knew.
a/n: HAHAH HIIIII this is rly short but i hope everyone enjoys itt for my first post in 2 yrs </3
did the springtrap ptb JUST release? maybe.. am i going to be an absolute disgusting degenerate and write something for springtrap? yes.
(DBD) Springtrap and his s/o in the fog
A little confused but glad to be there if more murder is involved. Why are you with this guy again..?
Promises not to yell in your face but he does it anyways. He thinks it’s funny. Not a fan if you berate him for it though. Let him joke around every once in a while!
His definition of a joke is scaring you. So maybe don’t walk around the pizzeria without him. Well, it won’t really matter. He’s probably managed to program at least one of the animatronics to give you a little scare. He’ll laugh. He’s mean like that.
Sorry pooks but he’s not gonna treat you any differently just because you got him giggling and kicking his feet (Aka. You amuse him and he likes looking at you). The only thing he might do is talk to you differently. He knows that while his voice isn‘t what it used to be, he still has the charm to back it up. Yeah, he might be killing you and stuff, but it’s his job— and he really loves his job. But that doesn’t mean he won’t ’appreciate’ you every now and then. He’s a little old fashioned so.. his compliments sound a little weird. Apparently your body makes him feel like he’s living again. Interesting.
Also.. surprisingly intimate sometimes? Just the way he talks is unintentionally just.. wow. Sometimes he knows and teases you with subtle innuendos.. and sometimes he talks and doesn’t even know your eyes are wide from his voice and not from the way he talks about the very violent things he wants to do to certain survivors.
He’s a complicated man. You never truly know what he thinks of you and you never will. The mystery is the most intriguing part of it and if you don’t know, you’ll only strive to figure out further. It’s a fun little game to him. You get one step close to him, he will take ten steps back. You don’t know if it’s because he’s closed off, hiding something, or if he just likes messing with you. And you never will. It’s a complicated relationship, isn’t it?
william afton hates receiving head. he thinks that something as dirty as a cock has no place in your sweet, innocent little mouth; even his own. he would hate to taint you in such a way.
william is a giver. he’s not nearly as innocent as you, and his filthy mouth has ever right to be all over your body. he gets so hard feeling you squirm on his tongue, delving in and out of your pussy. it’s almost too much for you to take, but you taste so sweet for william and he can’t get enough of it. it’s spurring him on to overstimulate you more and more.
he gets off all on his own just watching how you take it, eyes glued to your dropped jaw with breathless gasps filling his ears, feeling your cunt suck him in like you’re so afraid to let go, practically begging him to stuff you full of his cum.
✮ Just a list of headcanons of how I think William would act in a relationship. - English is not my first language.
Note: SFW and NSFW are separate.
S/n is described as she/her.
✮ From the first moment you met, William looked at you in a way that mixed curiosity and distrust. He never had any friends at his current job and you were new to the area. Something about your presence bothered him… In a good way.
✮ William always acted as if nothing could touch him, but with you, he lets his guard down. When you're together, he's a completely different man.
✮ At first, you kept your relationship hidden, because William thought it was better. But after a year, he was so keen that people know you were his that you went to company parties together.
✮ He doesn't know how to show affection at first. Until a year into a serious relationship, William couldn't put into words what he felt. His touches spoke volumes, but what always showed his love for you were his gifts. William even built a little music box just for you, which plays a soft melody whenever you feel anxious.
✮ He acts like he's responsible for "protecting you from him", but he ends up getting more and more involved. You're the spark he never expected to ignite again.
✮ He (secretly) finds it funny when you mention memes, social media, or slang that he pretends not to understand.
✮ You once put a sticker on his laptop "to break the ice" on a day when he was feeling irritated. He didn't take it off. He never said anything about it, but sometimes he looks at it with a tired smile.
✮ He hates it when other employees around your age try to flirt with you. He doesn't show it, but he becomes visibly more dry and sarcastic afterwards.
✮ One time you went out drinking with your friends, he sent you a single text: "Come back safe. I don't trust them." It's annoying how William hates everyone and everything, but when he warns you about someone, he's always right.
✮ He's not one for grand gestures. But he'll hold your hand under the table, guide you with his hand on your back when you walk, and watch you when he thinks you're not looking.
✮✮ NSFW ✮✮
✮ William always tries to maintain control of the situation. But there are times when you undo him, like when you pull him by his tie, or when you whisper something in his ear out of nowhere. This always ends with you riding him on top, looking at his red face while his mouth is half open trying not to moan in a very submissive way. He always tries and always fails. These moments are VERY rare. But he pretends they NEVER happen.
✮ You're younger than him, and that's obvious. But sometimes William loves to treat you like a little doll he has to "mold". Sometimes, after you've taken his load, lying on the table with his cum dripping between your thighs and your panties around your ankles, he pulls out of you saying something like, "This is how it's done, you understand, little one?"
✮ William is at war with his own body when he’s with you. Every laugh you make, every loose piece of clothing, every casual touch is a trigger he struggles to ignore… But he can’t. He watches you like a predator who knows he’ll eventually give in. Sometimes he hooks his fingers on the edge of the table just to keep from pulling you in on impulse.
✮ Despite hating intimacy in public, he loves to slap your ass. He'll squeeze it in the elevator, walk by your desk and slap you. If no one is around, the noise will be loud. Even in bed, he loves the sound of his palm against you, as much as he loves the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.
✮ After simply destroying you, he holds your face afterwards as if to say “Are you still alive?”, followed by a slow kiss on your forehead that contrasts with everything that came before.
werewolf cowboy... he has you tie him up every full moon (so he doesnt end up pursuing you or another woman through the town)
"I'm a big man, sugar," he comments softly. its almost impossible to tell when he's starting to lose himself to the change, but you see it now, in that golden twinge in his eyes.
"I see that," you say. He's all tied up, no strain in the lines.
"Nah," he grins with too sharp teeth, his eyes glancing down at his own lap. "I'm a big man."
Your face burns at the implication.
"Got nine inches for you all month and you won't even take one-" he sighs, hips rolling into the air. "come sit on it before it gets too big for you to handle."
"I can't-"
"You can, sug', you can. It's real simple and I'll be real nice-"
"I'm not on birth control."
"I fucking know, darling, baby, sugar-" the ropes are tight as he tries to strain forward, "You're in fucking heat."
My (26M) Roommate (28M) kissed me and I don't know what to do now.
So, for context, my roommate (28M) and I (26M) are both straight men. For privacy, I will call him RM, for roommate. Onto the background.
So, RM is an author — or, attempts to be one. He has a lot of potential but squanders it all on writing shitty porn for money. I have read, and still do read, his work. The skill is present, but he doesn't lean into it.
I am very rich. I don't understand what it's like to not have money or worry where my next meal will come from, and after a lot of introspection and discussion with him, I acknowledge this privilege. Monetarily, and familially, I am very lucky. This isn't to brag, or to say I have no struggles of my own (believe me, I do), but purely to add context.
I offered to pay his bills, etc., so he could write what he wanted but he refused most help because he didn't want to be "just some sugar baby" (???) — in the end, he only moved into my apartment and let me cover the rent.
We have been living together for 2.5 years now.
With the background out of the way, I'll get into why I actually made this post, now.
Last night, RM and I were having another argument over his writing. Since moving in, he has let me begun editing & beta reading his work. I have a formal degree in literature and editing, but don't do it for work. Needless to say, I know what I'm doing.
We argue a lot over his writing. Something about last night's fight was different, though. It was more tense than usual. Ever since the power went out last week — during which we had to share my bed for warmth — there has been a strange energy between us, and I guess it all bubbled over during this fight.
I don't even really remember the details. It was about a scene in which the tension between the protag of his novel and his latest love interest snapped and they fell into a passionate night. I expressed how unnatural it felt in context with the rest of the chapter, and how sudden, and that there needed to be more proper build-up. RM disagreed. I then pointed out the kissing itself and how unrealistic it was. We went back and forth like this a bit, egging each other on and arguing.
At one point, he said something along the lines of, "like you could do better," and I snapped back that maybe I could. He laughed and said he'd like to see my try and, without thinking — in the heat of the moment — said fine, go ahead. The silence was...deafening I tried to backpedal immediately when I realized what I said — again we are both straight men. I don't even know why my head went there, let alone why I said it.
After that, it gets fuzzy. All I remember is one second I was stumbling over my words trying to backpedal, the next we were on the couch and I was in his lap. I came back to my senses when he tried to take my shirt off and, as ashamed as I am to admit it, I've been hiding at my older brother's house since.
I don't want to go back home while my head is still such a mess, but I think my brother & his husband are starting to get sick of my intrusion.
Reddit, what do I do? He hasn't tried to contact me all day, or at all since I fled last night. I've never questioned my sexuality before, but now I don't know what to think. I'm straight, but...I didn't hate it?
I'm really at a loss.
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u/streetcat 6hrs
Ever since the power went out last week — during which we had to share my bed for warmth — there has been a strange energy between us
bro...you cannot be serious.
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u/helpful-idiot 6hrs 🎂
Plain and simple, you need to talk to him. This isn't something that will just go away if you hide long enough. This needs real communication.
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u/endoftheline 6 hrs
we are both straight men
Are you sure about that? Genuinely. Has he ever told you he's straight? Brought home girls? Anything concrete?
he hasn't tried to contact me
It's likely he's just as panicked as you are, OP. You seem like close friends and, sexuality aside, this complicates that friendship.
what do I do?
1. Breathe.
2. Thank your brother and BIL for their hospitality.
3. Go home and talk to your friend.
Regardless of the outcome, you both deserve an honest conversation with all your cards on the table. Especially if he's having an identity crisis of his own. Have some faith in your friendship and work through this together.
edit: spelling
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u/smashedcucumbers OP • 5hrs
Thank you.
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u/smashedcucumbers OP • 4hrs
I'm going to talk to him. I might update properly later. Thank you all for the responses.
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