Had to get this brainrot out. I love my terrifying, deranged man. No, I won’t be fixing him. Yes, I will be kissing him on the mouth.
Being Married to Patrick Bateman Means…
Listening to his gym rants every time he sees a guy with more defined muscles.
(“He’s probably on steroids, babe. I could get that cut if I really wanted to.”)
Being woken up with his crotch in your face because he doesn't care that you're asleep—he wants head now, and he’s not shy about it.
Calming him down at restaurants when someone shows up wearing the same suit.
(“Yes, Patrick, it looks better on you. No, you're not being copied. Please sit down.”)
Nodding along (again) as he launches into his 100th monologue about Phil Collins, pretending you're absolutely blown away by his perfect, sophisticated musical taste.
Keeping your mouth shut when he buys duct tape, zip ties, or very sharp cutlery and says it’s "for something practical."
(He’s your husband. You… trust him. Mostly.)
Not blinking at his collection of ultra-hardcore porn, because somehow this man finds the weirdest, most aggressive stuff—and he wants you to watch it with him. Bonus: He sometimes films your sessions like you're his personal porn star.
Resisting the urge to roll your eyes when he flexes during sex—and not laughing when he says he wants a mirror on the ceiling "for another perspective."
Cooking for him because the man can’t even slice a salad.
(Though that doesn’t stop him from offering "expert advice" since he once tried cooking… something he probably shouldn't have. You don’t ask.)
Ordering his McDonald’s milkshakes while he waits outside, because the staff recognize him, and he insists it’s “too crowded with common people” inside.
Finding him crying into the phone, leaving voicemails for his lawyer at 2 a.m. Or discovering strange DIY dildos in the apartment that he definitely denies belong to him.
Apologizing to homeless people—or people he thought were homeless—because he tossed money into their drinks thinking they were panhandling.
(“I was being generous, okay?”)
Jason Voorhees x reader, Bo Sinclair x reader, Vincent Sinclair x reader, Lester Sinclair x reader, Rz!Michael Myers x reader, Thomas Hewitt x reader
contains— random asf, these are all just based on how i feel, there's SFW and NSFW <3
requests— always opennnn, so far I've just been writing to write LOL
author’s note— ive been getting lots of love on a lot of my posts and it makes me SOOOOOO happy <3 sorry that its taken me SOOOOO long to post... (its been 2 years...) im gonna try and write more consistently!
word count— 1,621 words 8,569 characters
gifs aren't mine!
reblogs, comments and feedback is always appreciated <3
Jason Voorhees:
SFW:
Tracks mud all over your house on rainy nights
This big man loves to be babied by you. He loves when you talk to him with such a nurturing and caring voice
Has horrible jealousy issues
Has soft spots for kids
He really wants to have a kid with you, so he can treat the kid with so much love and respect
He’s so loyal to you, if you want him to kill anyone… he’ll literally do it in a heartbeat
Carved yours and his initials on a tree in camp crystal lake
leaves letters around the house for you to find with sappy things written in them
an actual gentle giant
bear hugs you from behind when you cook. he’ll wrap his arms around you and sway yours and his figure side to side.
he smells like pine like 90% of the time
NSFW:
he loves fucking you while you choke him idc. he’d start off with long, deep, strokes that stretch you so good. if you grab his neck while he does so, he pounds you even harder, and his groans slowly turn into slight whimpers
sucks at pulling out, he loves watching his cum drip out of you. With two fingers he’ll shove the cum back into your quivering hole just to see you push it out again ☺️
the mask stays on during sex, idc i don’t make the rules
loves cock worshipping. kiss along his length and lick along it too. loves fucking your throat and making you say you love it with a mouthful of his cock.
loves receiving head so much, it’s literally so slutty.
will actually fold you in half to get better angles.
Bo Sinclair:
SFW:
Loves feeling like you can depend on him. He loves the thought of being your little provider (it’s the blue collar in him)
Totally massages your feet LOL idk why. He gives you straight up princess treatment
Dude deadass acts like a dog, howls when he’s like really happy 😭
if you massage his scalp he’ll actually fall in love with you, and shudder at your touch
he’s such a simp for you in private idc what anyone says
he picks flowers for you all the time 🥺 and leaves them at your bedside for when you wake up
asks you to do his eyebrows from time to time
He loves thinking of you as his little wife. refers to you as his wife to visitors. DONT MAKE FUN OF HIM FOR THAT, he'll get sooooo embarassed lol
makes you a mixtape filled with all the numetal he listens to
has band shirts in his drawer that he throws to you after doing some actvities with each other (if you catch my drift)
NSFW:
literally a horny bastard
Is so rough and passionate
loves to fuck you in his shop and loves to fuck you over the hood of cars
actually loves to pound into your weeping hole till you scream your safe word (its "cherry pie")
doesn't moan, only growls. he's so animalistic once you guys get to fucking
Vincent Sinclair:
SFW:
he draws you all the time, you're his muse!
loves to do little art projects with you as dates
let's you braid his hair and brush out the tangles
He loves it when you paint his nails with your nail polish. Loves it even more if you guys match.
takes photos of you all the time. hangs them up all around the basement
is a simp in private and is a simp in public, you NEVER have to worry about that when you're with him.
loves taking baths with you and legit MELTS into your touch if you coddle him, baby him etc.
NSFW:
noisiest silent man you'll ever meet.
whimpers so much
loves to worship your body, thinks of you as a goddess.
he loves to pepper kisses all over your body and loves to eat your pussy while you hover over him, demandingly.
loves to be overstimulated and loves wax play.
pour wax on his chest as he lays down, eating your pussy as you sit on his face.
fucks like an absolute jack rabbit. he can go pretty fast when he's chasing his high.
Lester Sinclair:
SFW:
The biggest sweetheart
Picks flowers for you and will leave them at your bedside.
He steals lots of female visitor's items, so you quite literally always have new clothes, perfume, makeup etc.
He brings home weird animals and cooks weird things, but you love him too much to deny him.
Is super shy when it comes to affection and stuff like that. You mostly have to initiate a lot of the contact, but his goofy smile and flustered face make up for it.
Secretly wants to have twins, but actually treat those twins with love and care.
Daydreams about you and is super loyal to you.
If Bo makes a comment about you, whether good or bad, Lester will pick a fight with him and tell him not to talk about his woman.
Will ask Vincent to make a portrait of you and him to give you for V-day.
NSFW:
tease him too much and he'll actually cry
he wants to breed you so bad to the point where it's all he can daydream about sometimes.
jerks off when he's alone, whimpering your name.
This boy is a bottom feeder and will beg to eat you out at least once a day
He loves car sex and loves road head.
He will take you on various trips JUST to get some road head and maybe park in the forest so he can shoot his load into you a couple times before you guys' head back :3
RZ!Michael Myers:
SFW:
very silent and ominous man
looms over everything you do
if you cook a meal for the two of you, he will just stand beside you and watch what you're doing 100% of the time
makes papier mâché masks 25/8
makes masks for you as well with your favorite things on it (ex. if you like sanrio characters, he'll make a mask with your fave characters on it :3)
the first few nights he stays with you, you basically have to bathe with him lmao
he smells earthy like dirt and husky pheromones
holds you close to him when you guys shower together
secretly puts kitchen items and closet items on higher shelves so that you come running to him to grab it for you
NSFW:
this man has the absolute stamina of the gods
this man is the king of shower sex
loves to carry you up against the wall as if you weigh nothing and plow into your hole(s)
sometimes having you against the wall isn't enough and he'll just pound you down onto him length and use you as his personal pocket pussy
he is always dominant (sorry not sorry)
he also loves to play a hide and seek game in the woods with you. he'll chase you throughout the woods and if you're able to outrun him or be able to hide without him finding you or tracking you, you can dom him and do whatever you want with him :3 but so far he's always been able to catch up to you and find you before you can think you even have a chance.
his prize for winning that little game is a hard and rough forest sex
but if you were to win (which probably wouldnt happen) he'd def tone down his strength.
he'd let you pin him down and he'll play along with you
but once he's tired, best believe he'll stop giving into you and take you for himself
Thomas Hewitt:
SFW:
the way y'all meet is kinda funny lol
Luda saw you and thought: "wow they're perfect for my tommy" and somehow convinced you to stay for dinner
at first you were terrified of tommy
he was a big burly man with a mask on his face
he was wayyyy too nervy to even look your way when you first came about
luda explained that she wanted grandbabies, and you could see Thomas' eyes dart towards Luda, obviously this wasn't planned at all
but after a few nights with the Hewitts... you kinda liked having teatime with Luda and watching Tommy do yard work from the living room windows.
Tommy was scary but was oh so respectful towards you.
sometimes when he's out doing yard work for the house, you'll walk out in some short shorts and a tank due to the scorching heat and give him a tall glass of lemonade. which he'll take graciously and chug that thang in front of you
Something so simple like that makes his heart pound
luda will ask you to make dinner one night and tommy falls in LOVEEE with how you cook.
his dream is to be a loyal working husband for you
children are definitely on the table for him but i think its more of a breeding kink for him/seeing you all plump and pregnant by him.
NSFW:
For a long time, you and Tommy couldn't really do much due to the waiting before marriage beliefs that were instilled into him
he hates the thought of disappointing Luda so its probably gonna take some convincing to get this man to be bad with ya
once you succeed... this man gets pussy drunk soooooo easilyyyy
tommy's weight crushing you + him pounding into you over and over again through your orgasm...
he doesn't even hear your begs to stop
he's so engrossed in the feeling of you squeezing him, the feeling of your tits in his hands, he fucks you raw, like a sex crazed, hungry man
his favorite place to fuck you is in the barn
he'll bring a pretty soft blanket for you to lay on and maybe even a pillow, just so that you wont dirty your pretty gingham yellow dress this is his favorite look on you, no i will not be explaining lol
he's very silent when he's deep in it
he's more of a heavy breather and its amplified because of his mask
Summary: after a long day, you and stu went to the thrift store, although you didn't stay very long and ended up back at his place.
Stu macher x fem!reader
notes/warnings: semi-public, oral (fem receiving) teasing/bratty Dom!Stu, overstimulation, handsy, mirror use slightly, dirty talk, power dynamic, rough sex, hair pulling, light choking, possessiveness, praise kink, shower sex, fingering, p in v, clingy stu, aftercare. Just basically porn with little plot! Not proofread. lil off character Stu, but it's fine, It was fun. :)
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The bell over the door jingled as you stepped into the thrift store, your eyes lighting up at the racks of clothes. The thrift store smelled faintly like old wood and worn denim, dust and faded perfume, the kind of place with more potential than organization. Racks of mismatched clothes surrounded you, and the broken speakers overhead buzzed with some old song playing low in the background. You were in your element, browsing, flipping through hangers, already holding two oversized flannels and a soft-looking sweater over one arm.
Stu? Not so much.
He trailed behind you with all the patience of a kid on a sugar crash, his arms swinging lazily at his sides. But unlike a bored boyfriend, Stu didn't know how not to touch. His fingers brushed the hem of your shirt when you reached overhead. His palm pressed low across your back when you moved to another rack. When you stopped to compare the sleeves of two jackets, he took the opportunity to slide up behind you, nudging your hips with his lazily.
“God this place is a gold mine,”
“Looks like a gold mine for your ass, babe.” stu muttered, pressing a hand against the small of your back, then lower, until his palm cupped you through your skirt. You swatted his hand. “Stop it.”
“I am helping. Feelin’ for texture,” he teases, leaning close enough that you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Might need to try this one on…in private.” you gave him a quick glare over your shoulder, but you were too distracted flipping through a pair of jeans to stop him when his hands slid around your waist. He pressed himself behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, swaying you both slowly with the music playing in the background. His fingers slipped under the hem of your sweater, just barely tracing the skin of your stomach.
You were mid sentence about color palettes when you felt his hand squeeze your ass, casual as anything. And his other breaks the band of your skirt.
“Stu,” you warned under your breath, swatting his hand away without even turning. “Stop.”
“What? Just seeing if these pants have…uh…” he asked, voice lower than necessary. “Stretch.”
“Yeah right, you idiot.”
He snorted and backed off only slightly, but you could still feel his gaze tracking every movement you made as you grabbed a few pieces off the rack adding to the pile you were going to take to the dressing room. You pulled a corduroy skirt from the rack and held it against your waist, inspecting the length in a nearby mirror. He leaned against the wall behind you, watching. “Cute. Bet it looks better off.”
You ignored him. He didn't stop touching you the entire way through the racks, hips bumping yours, fingers brushing the top of your thigh, a palm at the base of your spine that stayed just a little too long.
He moved again, closer this time when you stopped when something caught your eye. When you reached for the hanger, his hand brushed against your bare hip, just under your shirt. His thumb dragged slowly along the waistband of your skirt. You stiffened, but he just leaned in and murmured.
“Can I help you change?”
“Not a chance.”
He grinned. “I'm really good with zippers. Come on, babe. Let me supervise.”
“No.”
“I could just hold the hangers…”
You turned, pressing the armful of clothes into his chest. “You wanna be helpful? Carry these.”
He made a dramatic groan but took them anyway, following you toward the dressing room like a dog on a leash.
“You better stay out here.”
“Mhm. Sure thing, babe.”
When you slipped behind the curtain, he waited a beat…and then you heard it, the soft scrape of rings against fabric. And suddenly, he was in there with you, eyes already dark with mischief.
“Stu-!”
“Shhh,” he pulled the curtain shut behind him, pressing a finger to your lips. “Public place. Try to keep it down.”
“Were in public.” you said. He looked around the tiny dressing room like he was judging it. “Barely.”
Your jaw dropped. “Get out!”
Your mouth opened to scold him again, but he was already pressing close, hands grabbing your hips and spinning you gently around, “Nah. I think I'll stay. You looked way too hot flipping through those sweaters. Got me thinking.” he said, already closing the space between your body and the full length mirror behind you. The tiny room felt smaller with him inside it. His presence swallowed it whole. You gasped softly when he did so, one palm on the glass beside your head, the other slipping down your thigh again. “Thinking what, exactly?”
Roaming his hands everywhere, one large hand settled at your hip. The other slid beneath your sweater, fingers brushing bare skin, nails grazing lightly. “That maybe you should try something else on.” he whispered, and kissed your neck slowly. “Like my mouth.”
“I was shopping.”
“And I was watching. So technically, we were both doing our favorite things.”
You shoved at his chest, but he didn't budge, lips catching the side of your neck again.
“Bet no one even comes back here.”
“Get out-”
“Nope.”
And then he sank to his knees like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Your breath caught. “Stu-” you whispered, panicked, but your thighs tensed when his hands slid up under your skirt. His fingers were tugging your skirt up, bunching it at your hips as he looked up at you, tongue wetting his lips, pupils blown wide. “Gimme a taste,” he muttered. “Swear i'll be good.” he whispered, dragging your panties down in one smooth motion, lips brushing your skin the whole way up.
He did not stay good.
He kissed the inside of your thigh like it was routine, like this was a normal thursday afternoon. His tongue dragged slowly over your skin as he nudged your legs apart, lifting one onto the bench for better access. Your panties hit the floor. Cold air kissed your skin.
Then he leaned in, and nothing was cold anymore.
He moaned as soon as he tasted you, loud enough that your hand flew to slap his head in panic and then over your own mouth at the same time. “Shh!” you hissed. But he didn't care. If anything, it spurred him on, he just smirked against you, devouring like he didn't hear a thing. His mouth was messy, open, tongue flattening and curling with fast, filthy strokes. He devoured you with no restraint, like he needed it.
His tongue was fast, eager, curling and storking in ways that had you shaking almost immediately. The cramped room, the distant murmur of shoppers outside, the mirror rattling behind you every time your back shifted, all of it felt surreal and dangerous, and so good. Your fingers dug into his hair, your legs quivering around his shoulders.
You struggled to keep quiet. The dressing room floor creaked under the shift of your weight. The mirror behind you clattered softly as your back pressed into it. One of your hands gripped his hair, the other white knuckled around the edge of the wall.
“Fuck…Stu-” you breathed out, already trembling.
He didn't let up. He groaned into you, and the vibrations made you clench. His hand splayed across your thighs to keep them spread open wider as he fucked you with his mouth, his other hand slipping up to tease at your enterance while his mouth stayed locked on your clit teasing you in little cirlces while his tongue worked lower, slow, then fast, switching patterns right as your knees buckled. He knew what he was doing, and he loved that you were struggling to stay quiet.
Then someone walked by just outside.
Your heart stopped, but Stu didn't even flinch, he groaned into you, like the risk only made it better. His fingers slid in slow and deep, his tongue flicking in quick circles now, building your orgasm with maddening precision.
You were close, embarrassingly fast, but it wasn't your fault. He was relentless. Loving the way you struggled to stay silent. His tongue flicked just right, and suddenly your whole body locked up. You felt the pressure burst like lightning, your body twitching as the wave hit you hard, heat blooming low in your stomach and tearing through every limb. Your body pressing into the mirror as waves of heat rolled through you. You bit down on your fist to muffle the whimper that almost escaped. You nearly knocked over the bench trying not to cry out.
Stu kept going, he held you, licking you through it, tongue lapping up everything, fingers still stroking slow, moaning softly like he was enjoying every second of your aftershocks. He only pulled back when your legs were shaking too much to stay standing.
When he stood, his mouth was wet, his chin glistening, his expression smug as hell like he just won a prize at the fair, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and licking the rest off his lips.
“Y’know,” he said, breathless, “I deserve an employee discount for that.”
You were still trying to breathe.
He reached for your sweater, smoothing it down with infuriating care, even tucking your panties into your purse like some twisted trophy. Then he kissed your cheek like nothing had happened.
“Wanna head back to mine?” he asked casually. “I think I forgot what your scream sounds like.”
You stared at him, flushed, ruined.
“Let's go.”
He grinned wide. “Atta girl.”
You barely made it out of the thrift store without crumbling. He had that look in his eye, like he wanted to finish what he started right there in the parking lot. You didn't trust him to behave, but the fastest way out was to get behind the wheel and drive. So that's what you did.
Big mistake.
Not even two minutes into the ride, he already had his seat leaned back, one arm draped over the headrest behind you, the other resting on your thigh like it belonged there. His fingers were not still. They traced slow, lazy patterns over the inside of your leg, dipping higher with every red light.
“Y’know,” he murmured, his voice pitched low and husky, lips dangerously close to your ear, “you should get an award or something.”
You glanced at him, tense. “For what?”
“Walking out of that dressing room without begging me to fuck you in from of the flannel section.” his fingers slipped higher. “Real restraint. I'm impressed.”
You gritted your teeth, eyes back on the road. “Hands to yourself.”
He laughed quietly. “Nope.”
He let his fingers dip between your legs, over the fabric of your skirt. You clenched your thighs reflexively and that only made him grin wider. “Sensitive still?” he whispered, his lips ghosting over your cheek. “God, you were shaking. Could feel it in my mouth.”
Your grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Stu…seriously.”
“I am serious,” he said, dragging his fingers slowly up your thighs again. “Serious about how fuckin’ good you taste. Serious about how I can still smell you on my face. Wanna crawl into your lap and finish what I started.”
“While I'm driving?”
“Wouldn't be the first time I made someone swerve off the road.”
You shot him a warning glare. He smirked, leaning in closer, and kissed just below your ear, soft, wet, and intentionally slow. “I can be nice,” he whispered, voice gone silk and sin. “Wanna rub you just a little. Over your panties this time. Let you soak through another pair.”
You let out a slow, shaky breath, trying not to press your thighs together. “You already took them off in the dressing room.”
He paused.
“Oh fuck. That's right.” you could hear the grin in his voice.
“Thats so fucking hot,” he muttered, sliding his hand beneath the hem of your skirt again. “Driving with nothing under this pretty thing. All fucked out and flushed. You're gonna let me touch you, aren't you?”
You didn't answer, you knew what you were going to say anyways.
His fingers found bareskin, and you gasped, hips twitching slightly as he brushed over your slit, already warm, still sensitive. He groaned softly like he was the one being touched.
“Oh, baby.” he breathed. “Still dripping. Can't believe I didn't just bend you over the hood.”
You hit another red light, and his fingers took full advantage, circling your clit lightly, just enough to make your eyes flutter and your jaw clench. You jerked slightly in your seat. “Focus,” he teased. “You wouldn't want to crash.”
“Stu.”
“I'm being gentle.” he whispered, his lips grazing your neck. “Wait til we get home. Gonna ruin you on every surface I own.”
He dragged his fingers down again, slow and teasing. “I'm gonna make you scream so loud the cops show up.”
You groaned, exasperated and turned on and just barely keeping it together as you hit his street. He leaned back smugly. “You're soaked. Look at you.”
“Your fault.” you said, breathless, pulling into his driveway.
He undid his seatbelt with a little click and leaned in one last time. “Not yet,” he whispered in your ear, palm sliding possessively over your thigh again. “But it's about to be.”
You watched as he jumped out of the car and ran over to open your door and his hands back on you like they never left.
He yanked you toward the house, fingers laced tight in yours, walking backward with that crooked smirk like he was already planning five different ways to break you. “Get inside,” he muttered. “Right now. I'm done waiting.”
You weren't sure your legs were even working properly, your thighs still slick from what his fingers had done in the car, heat pulsing between them, your breath caught somewhere in your chest. The second the front door slammed shut behind you, it was on.
His hands grabbed at your waist, spinning you into the wall with a solid thump. His mouth was on you, wet, open, needy, kissing you like the car, the store, the dressing room hadn't been enough. Like he needed to devour you just to breathe.
“I've been hard since you picked up that first damn sweater.” he growled against your mouth. “Watching you bend over like you didn't know i was about to fuck you stupid.”
You gasped as he pushed his thigh between yours, grinding up into your still sensitive core. “Still wet for me?” he asked, voice all low heat and smug breathlessness. “Felt it soaking through the seat. You're a mess, baby. Look at you.”
You tried to say something, some kind of retort but your words melted into a moan when his hand slid under your skirt again, rough fingers pressing directly against your clit. “No panties still,” he whispered with a sharp grin, teeth grazing your jaw. “You came to my house like this?”
“I drove-”
“And I touched you the whole way.” he pulled back just enough to look you over, eyes blown and dark. “You should've pulled over and let me eat you out on the hood.”
You didn't have time to answer before he was dragging you toward the bedroom upstairs. The hallway blurred. Your clothes didn't survive the trip. He tugged your sweater over your head halfway through walking up the stairs, tossed it somewhere off the railing over a lamp. By the time you made it into his room, your skirt was hanging off one hip, your bra strap twisted down your arm, and he was already kicking the door shut behind him. His shirt hit the floor next then his belt.
He pushed you onto the bed, and you bounced once, catching yourself on your elbows as he climbed over you, taller, flushed, already rock hard through his jeans. “Lie back,” he ordered, voice rough and low. “Legs open.” you hesitated for half a breath. His head tilted. “You wanna be a good girl now, right? After teasing me all day?”
You dropped back, breathing shaky, and spread your legs for him. Stu groaned. Groaned. He knelt between your thighs, kissing the inside of your knee. “That's it. There she is” then his mouth was on you again.
He didn't ease in this time, he devoured. Sucked your clit into his mouth with a groan like he was starving, tongue flicking hard and fast. His fingers dug into your thighs to keep you still while he worked, and your entire body jolted with overstimulation.
“Fuck, stu-” you gasped, hips twitching. He moaned into you and kept going.
Your thighs shook as the pleasure ripped through you, your second orgasm of the night hitting fast, messy, almost too much. You writhed under his mouth, grabbing at the sheets, his hair, anything. When your voice broke on a gasp, he pulled back just slightly, his mouth wet and swollen, chin glistening, the smirk still firmly in place.
“You gonna pass out on me?” he whispered, teasing, draggin his fingers through your slick and rubbing slow, taunting circles over your clit. “That’d be so hot.”
You barely managed a dazed glare. “Oh, you're still with me?” he licked a stripe up your thigh. “Good. ‘Cause I'm not even close to done.”
He yanked open his jeans, shoved them down just far enough to free himself, and grabbed you, flipped you over effortlessly, dragging your hips up into the air and lining himself up without hesitation. And then he slammed into you. You let out a full broken scream into the mattress as he buried himself to the hilt in one thrust. “Oh fuck yes,” he moaned, already moving, pounding into you hard and fast. “You feel that? Feel me stretching you out? So fucking tight still, Jesus-”
The bed creaked beneath both of you, the headboard slamming once, twice, rhythm syncing with his thrusts. He wrapped his hand in your hair, pulled your head back, and growled right into your ear. “I want them to hear you, baby. No more quiet. No more holding back. Scream for me.”
You did.
You were so loud you barely heard your own name as he chanted it under his breath, over and over, like a prayer and a curse. His hand slid up around your throat, not tight, just grounding, and you thrived under it. He slammed into you harder, every stroke deeper, filthier. “You take it so fucking good. Look at you. My perfect little mess.”
He leaned forward, angling his hips just right, and you shattered.
You came with a sharp cry, eyes rolling back, your body shaking so violently your elbows gave out, he groaned deep, hips stuttering before he came right after you, hot and thick, grinding into you with a final thrust as he filled you, panting like he'd run a goddamn marathon. The room went still except for the sound of your ragged breathing. Then stu collapsed half on top of you, arm slung across your waist.
You both laid there, completely fucked out, skin sticky, chests rising and falling like you’d survived a war. After a long moment, he murmured, lips against your bare shoulder. “...Think they heard us?”
You huffed a weak laugh into the pillow. “If they don't, they’re deaf.”
He chuckled, breath still uneven. “I'll test that theory on round two.” you groaned and turned your head just enough to glare at him. He looked down at you, flushed, glowing, hair a wreck, and smiled like he'd never been more proud of anything in his life.
“Hey,” he whispered, brushing sweaty strands of hair from your face. “You okay?”
You nodded slowly, heart still racing. “Yeah. you?”
His grin widened. “Never better.”
The bedroom still pulsed with heat and the faint scent of sweat and sex when Stu pushed his face into the curve of your shoulder and murmured, “Come shower with me before I drag your ruined ass back into round one and call it round two.”
You were already limp beneath him, but the way he said it, low, raw, still riding the high, had your stomach clenching all over again.
Before you could answer, he was already pulling you upright, leading you toward the bathroom with that loose, hungry confidence in his stride. He didn't even check the water temp, just cranked the handle all the way to hot, steam filling the space before you stepped in. the moment the first cascade of heat hit your skin, stu was on you.
You barely had time to blink before your back hit the tile wall, cool contrast to the hot water pouring over your chest. His mouth crashed into yours, breath damp and open mouthed, tongue claiming your mouth like he had something to prove. Water streamed off his hair as it hung around his face, dripping onto your collarbone as he pressed every inch of his soaked body against yours.
“God, you taste like heaven,” he growled against your lips, licking your bottom one, then biting it gently. “Bet your whole body does right now. Let me check.”
You moaned as he dropped to his knees, right there in the tub, water hammering over his shoulders as he grabbed your hips and yanked you forward like he owned you. One leg was slung over his shoulder before you could brace yourself, and his mouth was back on your pussy like he'd missed it the second he pulled out of you earlier.
He groaned loud, loud enough to echo.
“Still so fucking sweet.” he muttered, tongue already flattening against your clit in long, practiced strokes. “You can't not be ready for me, huh? I ruin you once and your cunt’s still begging.”
You whimpered, bracing both hands against the slick wall behind you, struggling to stay upright. The steam made every inch of your skin hypersensitive, from the heat on your chest to the cold of the tile against your back to the maddening friction of his tongue. Stu ate like a man on death row, greedy, thorough and filthy. His lips latched around your clit, tongue flicking in a quick rhythm while one hand held your thigh and the other snuck up to rub slow, teasing circles around your entrance with the tip of his finger.
“You're gonna cum in my mouth again, aren't you?” he said between licks, voice shaking with heat. “You're gonna give it to me because you can't help it. So good. So fucking easy for me.”
You were shaking. The water rushed over you, hot and relentless, cascading down your breasts as your thighs trembled around his head. He slipped two fingers in without warning, thick, deep, curling perfectly, and your moan cracked apart as your back arched hard against the wall. “Stu-”
“I got you,” he whispered, lips slick against your clit. “Come for me, baby.” your orgasm hit like a wrecking wave, all consuming, toes curling, hand slamming against the tile for support. Your entire body jerked as the pleasure tore through you, liquid heat pouring down your spine and locking your thighs around his face. He moaned like it turned him on just as much and didn't stop until you were twitching from overstimulation, panting, drenched inside and out.
He stood slowly, kissing your stomach, your ribs, your collarbone, all the way back up to your lips. “Still alive?” he murmured against your mouth. You nodded weakly, and that's when he caught you in his arms, spun you, and pressed your front to the wall. “I'm not done.”
You gasped as he pressed his hips flush against your ass hard again, impossibly, achingly hard. He reached down, grabbed himself and dragged the head through your folds, groaning low. “Still so warm for me,” he muttered. “You're insane.”
“Youre the one that- fuck!”
He thrust in without warning, deep and hard, burying himself in one stroke and punching the breath out of you. His hands braced your hips as he started to move, rough, water slicking both your bodies with every stroke. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them against the wall above your head, mouth at your ear. “Take it,” he growled. “Fucking take it.”
You moaned for him, loud, the wet slap of your bodies bouncing off tile as he rutted into you like he wanted to carve the shape of his cock into your body. His rhythm was punishing, his breath hot against your neck. “Mine,” he gasped. “Mine. Say it.”
“Yours…yours- fuck, yes..”
He groaned, slamming in harder. “Cant ever let anyone else hear these sounds. You get that?”
You nodded, head banging lightly against the wall as he pushed you closer to the edge again, impossibly fast. His hand snuck down between your thighs, fingers fast and messy against your clit as he panted at your ear, body shaking with effort. “Come with me. Right now.”
Loud and unfiltered, full body tremors gripping you as the orgasm tore through you, walls fluttering around him. His own release hit a second later, with a strangled groan and one final, sloppy thrust that buried him as deep as you could take him. Both of you stood there, breathless, dripping, wrecked. The water kept running. Neither of you moved.
Finally, he collapsed against your back, forehead resting between your shoulder blades. “Next time,” he panted. “Im just going to fuck you in the car. No waiting.”
You laughed, ragged and wet, out of breath. “Next time,” you whispered, “I’m not letting you touch me in the store.”
He kissed the back of your neck. “You say that now…” then he slowly pulled out, gentle this time, and helped you turn around into his arms. He cradled you against his chest, both of you standing under the stream, the world outside fogged away in the thick curtain of steam and silence. For a few seconds, there was just breathing.
The water shut off with a cough of pipes and steam still curling around both of you like fog in a horror movie. Stu’s hand immediately slapped to the wall, his chest rising and falling like he'd just outrun something. You barely had the strength to move, but he already had the curtain pulled open and turned around to face you, grinning through wet bangs.
“Still standing?’ he asked, stepping out like a dripping menace. “Because I might need you to carry me if my legs stop working. I saw heaven for a second, no joke.”
You rolled your eyes and followed, bare feet hitting the bath mat just as he threw a towel around your shoulders. His hands immediately went to drying you off, but his version of ‘drying’ was mostly groping disguised as affection. “Oh my god, look at this.” he murmured, dragging the towel over your ass with slow fingers underneath. “Look at you. Fuckin’ glistening. Like some fresh outta the lake slasher babe. Like you just walked out of a scene where you survived and everyone else died because you were too hot.”
“Stu,” you warned, but your voice was weak.
He snorted. “What? I'm complimenting you. Jesus, don't punish me for having eyes.” he worked the towel down your legs, kneeling as he went, completely naked and not caring at all that his hair was dripping onto your thighs. When he stood, his hand dragged along your stomach on the way up, fingers brushing under your tits like it was accidental.
“You keep lookin’ at me like that, and I'm gonna make this a trilogy. You want a part three, final girl edition? Huh?” you didn't answer. He grinned. “Thought so.”
You reached for your clothes from earlier. He made a noise like you just stepped on a puppy. “Babe, no. Nooo. those are dead to me. Those clothes got thrift store stink and shame on them. You think I'm gonna let you walk around in that when I've got like-” he yanked open a drawer, “a whole drawer of oversized t-shirts that would look way hotter on you than me? No. put this on. Put this on right now.”
He threw a black shirt at you. It hit you in the face, you peeled it off, smirking. “What is this? Its got blood on it.”
“Yeah. Sexy, right?”
You pulled it over your head and it dropped down to your thighs. He stared like he forgot what words were. “I-” he blinked. “Nope. Nah. You… uh-uh. That's not allowed. You cannot be walking around in my shirt like…like that. Thats so fucked up. You trying to make me propose?”
You laughed. “Youd propose over a T-shirt?”
He looked you dead in the eyes. “If you look like that in my shirt, ill get on my fuckin’ knees.”
He followed you into the kitchen like a cursed man, barefoot, still damp, towel barely holding onto his hips, muttering nonsense under his breath while watching your legs as you walked. When you opened the fridge, he groaned behind you. “Dont bend over. Dont-oh, come on! You're doing that on purpose.”
“I'm literally grabbing a drink.”
“Yeah, and I'm grabbing your hips in two seconds.” hands planted firm on your waist as you stood, tugging you back into his chest. He nuzzled your neck like it was instinct. His fingers slid under the hem of the shirt, just brushing over the back of your thigh. He didn't even try to hide it. “Fuck, youre warm,” he muttered, voice low. “You smell like me. You're wearin’ my clothes. Im..babe.”
You snorted. “So no food, then?”
“Oh no, i'm starving,” he said, spinning you to pick you up and put you on the counter like it was nothing. “But I figured I'd feast on you first. Just a little taste. Starter course. Appetizer. Treat.”
You laughed as he pushed between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs, thumbs dragging warm against your skin like he couldn't stop touching you. His face was all flushed, pink from the steam and exertion, hair curling as he leaned in close, his nose brushing yours.
“Im serious,” he whispered, barely. “You're not leavin’ tonight. Ill block the fuckin’ door. You're staying, and I'm waking up to you in this shirt tomorrow or I'm committing crimes.”
You whispered back, “Yeah?”
He nodded, “And if you're not still wearin’ it, you better be naked. Either way, i win.” he kissed you, hot, open mouthed, no hesitation, all teeth and tongue like he didn't know how to be gentle for longer than three seconds. When he finally broke the kiss, panting against your lips, he just stared at you. Still holding your thighs. Still pressed up between them. Still shaking a little from how badly he wanted to start again.
Can I request Michael Myers groping and using fem reader while she sleeps?
Anon..this..oh my.FLUSTERED SCREECHING I am a MASSIVE Myers lover, HELL BRO he's the inspo for my chosen name LMFAO also somnophilia is so underrated frrrrr
Unspecified Myers, can be read as either Old Man Myers or Zombie Myers!
May seem a tiny bit OOC but I'm ngl even tho he is my fav slasher, I've never written something for him?? So this is the first, as well I see him being quite..strange with his actions/behavior from what I usually see, you'll see what I mean lmfao One day I'll put together the character studies I've done on him bc yes hehe
Sleeping Desire
(Michael Myers X AFAB!Fem!Reader)
🩸NSFW: 🥩 + 🪦: Non-Con Somnophilia
Masterlist.
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🔪 Michael had made it a routine to stalk through your home late at night and sometimes you would catch him standing in the darkness of the hallway that led to your bedroom, which made you have to squeeze by his hulking frame to get to your bedroom because the stubborn bastard wouldn't move out of the way.
🔪 Michael was like a stray that came back because you fed them once, pawing at your door, crying and whining for another meal.
🔪 You didn't feed him when he first arrived, Michael had broken in one late night of autumn and was bleeding heavily, wounded and sluggishly tumbling on top of your coffee table causing it to get destroyed on impact. Causing glass and wood to get all over the floor and even create new wounds for the brute to have to deal with.
🔪 You had woken up from the commotion, stirring awake quickly and grabbing your phone from your nightstand to quickly dial the police in case it was an intruder and not some animal who accidental got themselves inside because they were trying to hide from the harsh storm outside.
🔪 You weren't expecting to see Michael Fucking Myers laying on your now destroyed coffee table on in your living room, you clenched your phone tightly and was ready to call the police because your thumb was hovering right above the dial button but…
🔪 A part of you, the most stupidest part of you put your phone down and rushed to get the first aid from the kitchen, your heart was pounding and you had to steel your nerves as you stupidly got close to the bloody giant.
🔪 Maybe because your mother was a nurse, taught you to be kind and caring or maybe her belief that "kill them with kindness!" had rubbed off you more than you had previously thought. Fuck, kindness will get someone killed and you are hoping that you won't be the one dying.
🔪 You were, somehow, able to drag him off the floor and onto your couch after putting a couple of towels down on it so he didn't stain the couch with the muck and blood coating his being. You didn't dare touch his aged mask, you've heard stories from your mother when she worked in the psychiatric ward that Myers had resided in and you knew from those stories he didn't like his masks touched not one bit.
🔪 You were able to clean the wounds after hesitantly unzipping his coveralls, thankful that his wounds were just on his front and no where that required you to completely strip him. You really didn't want a naked Michael Myers on your couch…yet..
🔪 You were paranoid that he would just jolt awake and kill you when you stitched him up but he was completely still, making you even more paranoid and have to check his pulse a couple of times to make sure he was still alive because of how fucking still he was.
🔪 He was actually awake and watching you the entire time.
🔪 When you had finished, you felt odd afterwards..you felt good that you were able to stop his bleeding and fix him up but you also felt really fucking worried for your sanity because you just helped out a unstoppable serial killer who's taken so many people's lives. You didn't know if you were allowed to feel good for putting the skills your mother taught you to good use but you tried to brush the thoughts of if have fucked up morals to the side and cleaned up the broken table, being careful to not be too loud.
🔪 Maybe because you were tired from getting the giant man onto the couch, stitching him up and cleaning up the mess he made or you were just utterly stupid but after washing your hands clean of Michael's blood (and probably someone else's blood). You decided to go back to bed, making sure your bedroom door was shut and hoping that this was all just a strange nightmare.
🔪 Sadly it wasn't just a weird nightmare, waking up to the next morning and taking note of that your bedroom door was wide open with a bloody hand print on the handle. It sent chills down your spine, he had entered your room as you slept, you could've fucking died but..you aren't dead?
🔪 Maybe you were dead but that thought had flew out the window when your alarm on your phone went off, you didn't touch your phone as you watched the blood covered phone light up and ring loudly.
🔪 You had left your fucking phone in the living room, you didn't take it to bed last night and the large bloody finger prints on it was enough evidence to show that Michael had brought it to your room.
🔪 Since that night, there have been many bumps and thuds in your home at night and it made you jumpy. Hoping it's just the house being cranky and wanting to fuck with you with spooky noises but the muddy foot prints, the droplets of blood and the random cravings in the wood of your doors and pillars..you knew it was the tall silent killer you helped.
🔪 You could hear him moving around your home as if it was his own and you hid in your room when he did, nervous that if he saw you then he'll get angry that you were even in the same room as him.
🔪 But whenever you snuck out after thinking the coast was clear, he would be standing just out of view watching you as you yelped in fear when you finally noticed his hulking form. Shaking like a leaf, fearful that he would attack you for being dumb and leaving your room..but he just stands there (menacingly!) and continued to watch. Not moving an inch, it unnerved you yet you got the silent message to continue with what you were doing and so you did.
🔪 You got used to his strange behavior, keeping your distance when you were able to but after a couple of weeks, maybe almost a month or two, he made that difficult. Silently standing behind you, too close for comfort and making you freeze up when you're able to feel his presence before turning or make you run right into him when you didn't notice him looming behind you.
🔪 You would always frantically apologize, scared that he would kill you for accidentally running into him but he would just tilt his head to the side and stare. As if he was confused to why you were acting like you've offended him, it freaked you out with his non violent reactions yet also calmed your nerves because his confusing behavior was better than getting gutted.
🔪 You subconsciously started making meals for two, you didn't even realize it until you finished making dinner and set another plate down than just your own. It made you pause and stare at the second plate in confusion, did you just put a plate out for Michael?? Did he even need to eat? He wasn't even in the house, he had been gone for hours. Why the fuck were you setting a plate of food out for that fucking serial killer?! Had you really gotten so used to his presence that you had subconsciously made him a fucking meal?..
🔪 You were tempted to throw the plate of food away, even if it would be wasteful and you should just put it in a container for later..that felt wrong, you only had the choice to keep it there or to throw it all away. It pissed you off that deciding on either throwing it away or keeping it was really hard to decide on, so you sighed and thought hard about it…
🔪 Michael came back to a plate of dinner left out for him on the table and you woke up to an empty plate on your table.
🔪 After that, Michael made it his mission to invade your personal space and it helped you get used to his presence, even though you grew annoyed with it especially when he would jiggle the handle of your bathroom door when you were showering to get in, you would have to tell him to stop and to go wait in your living room.
🔪 Sometimes he listened and sometimes he sorta did but would just stand outside your door the entire time, Michael was..weird..you knew he was absolutely not normal in the slightest but he was definitely just weird.
🔪 Michael liked to watch you sleep but you didn't know about it until you woke up from the feeling of being watched by an intense gaze, only to find Michael standing at the edge of your bed looming over you like some fucking sleep paralysis demon. It nearly fucking gave you a heart attack and resulted in Michael getting a pillow thrown at his face which he continued to just stand there and tilt his head in confusion at your reaction.
🔪 There were other things that Michael liked doing while you slept that you didn't know about, only blaming it on having a wet dream that you couldn't remember..
🔪 When Michael came back real late in the night with blood lust pumping through his entire being and his knife drenched in blood after slaughtering a couple of people, he stalks your home like you were his next victim. Breathing heavily under his mask as he makes his way to your bedroom and made sure he didn't step onto the creaky parts of the floor so you didn't wake up, he pushed your door open with his knife.
🔪 Creaking open, he stood in your doorway for a moment to stare at your sleeping form, chest rising and falling as you slept on your side. His body burned, the usual coldness he felt had left his body, the fire of blood lust had replaced it but alongside it was now another fire burning within him, it was desire.
🔪 After placing his knife on the nightstand, he crawled into your bed and it groaned from his heavy weight, with every stir you made he froze completely and waited for you to settle before he continued until he was completely in your bed.
🔪 Hovering over you for a long moment and taking in your soft breath and vulnerable body, he took note of how peaceful you looked and couldn't help but lean in so the nose of his mask grazed your hair, he took a deep whiff of your scent. It sent a burning sensation throughout his entire body, making him feel even hotter to a feverish point.
🔪 Michael slowly pulled the blanket off of you, trying to stay close because he didn't want to pull away nor did he want you waking up from the cold of your room so he tried to replace the blanket's warmth with his own body heat. You shivered and squirmed before settling, clearly deep in your slumber.
🔪 His cock throbbed and was already straining against his coveralls, he knew he had to get his fix before he became reckless and had you finding out what he's doing and has been doing to you. His hands, that he made sure to clean before doing this because he didn't want you to put the clues together from the hand print and realize what had happened, move you carefully so you were laying on your back, his thick, scarred hands gripping your thighs and spreading your legs so he can comfortably settle between them.
🔪 He belonged between your legs and it was his spot that he would never give up, he pants beneath his mask as his shaky hand reaches for the zipper of his coveralls and slowly pulls down until he was able to shrug it off his upper body and allow his cock to be freed after he pulled it from his boxers.
🔪 Michael let his fat, half hard cock hang there after a few dry tugs with his hand, his hands go back to your body and explore it like he had done many times before. He lifted your shirt up enough to see your tits and he watched as the cold air made your nipples hard, your skin had goosebumps from the cold and his ghostly touch as he brushes his fingers along the soft flesh of your breast.
🔪 Michael swallowed some spit that formed in his mouth, his cock bobbing a bit as more blood rushed to it as he groped and squeezed your tits with his large, rough hands. You moaned softly in your sleep, squirming as your body began to burn with desire just like his was.
🔪 Your moans made his cock bob as it got harder as time passed, he loved the feeling of your tits in his hands and couldn't help but fondle them and feel the soft skin. A contrast to his rough skin, Michael paused one of his hands the were fondling your chest and reached down to your hip instead. He effortlessly lifts up your lower half, angling you so that he can properly grind himself between your legs.
🔪 His now fully hard cock leaked precum and smeared onto your undies and on the skin just above to rim of your undies, he grunts quietly as the friction of the fabric of your undies against his aching cock sent sparks of pleasure throughout his body.
🔪 Michael could feel your panites getting soaked by your own arousal and it made his cock throb painfully, rutting his hips faster against yours and digging his nails into your flesh. You whimper and moan, subconsciously rolling your hips just in time with Michael's thrust which made him bite back a low grunt.
🔪 Michael let go of your breast, reaching down and gripping your other hip and focused on rutting his needy leaking cock against your soaked panties. He was painfully hard, your whines of pleasure were making his ears burn and the smell of your arousal was addicting to him.
"Mm fuck..Michaellll.."
🔪 He almost gripped your hips far too tight which would've left some nasty bruises, his eyes snap towards you face, expecting to see you fully awake and staring at him but you were still asleep and had just moaned out his name in your sleep.
🔪 He shudders and his speed picking up as he began to roll your hips for you so you could match with his, your pussy was drooling and clenched around nothing and your clit throbbed as the friction of the fabric of your panties caused from his cock grinding against you.
🔪 You squirmed in his grasp, thighs bucking as you continued to whimper loudly from the pleasure building up and making your body sweat from the pressure forming in your lower belly, Michael badly wanted to stuff his cock deep inside your warm cunt and the urge to rip your panties off and do it without the care of you waking up was growing greatly.
🔪 Michael had to be patient though, he watched your face scrunch and morph from the pleasure that he was causing you which caused him to let out a quiet grunt.
🔪 Your chest heaved, tits bouncing with each rut of Michael's hips, toes curling and your hands lazily gripping at your scrunched up shirt to hold onto something as you got closer to your climax, you kept crying out his name as drool dribbled down the corner of your mouth from the bliss.
🔪 After a few more thrusts, he watched as your back arched and a whine rip from your throat as the knot in your stomach snaps finally. Your legs shook and your body flushed hot as your orgasm hits you hard, Michael could feel you get even wetter, ruining your panties even more than they already were.
🔪 Michael knew he wasn't far behind and he closed his eyes as he focused on his climax, he was so fucking close, losing himself in the bliss of dry humping against your clothed cunt.
🔪 Michael jerks his hips once, twice, until finally cum spews from the fat head of his cock, he bites his lip hard to keep in the growl that wanted to escape from deep within his chest. Ropes of warm cum shoot from his tip and all over your undies and your stomach, he pants as he ruts his hips a few more times which caused your legs to kick from overstimulation.
🔪 Michael opens his dark blue eyes and stared at the mess he made on your lower body, he slowly calms down and slowly sets your hips down onto the bed. Tilting his head to the side, admiring the view.
🔪 Michael tucked his softened cock back into his boxers and fixed his coveralls so he was dressed like he usually did, he grunts as he grabs the end of your shirt and pulls it back down, using it to clean the mess. (Dick)
🔪 He slowly got off of you and stood there, watching as your legs twitched and your body glowed softly from the sweat from what had just transpired, slowly you calmed down from your high. Michael eyed your panties, his hand twitching a little, wanting to take your panties as a souvenir for when he couldn't do this again..
🔪 Michael left your room after he put the blanket back on your body, with his blood soaked knife in one hand and in the other was your ruined panties.
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Thank you for reading!!!!
Oh man I have a lot of requests to do but I’m glad this was the one I finished doing first considering it’s Michael Myers🔪💦💦💦
Also I’m using a new writing program instead of google docs, trying to get the hang of it..con is that it’s not great with auto correcting which sucks cuz I have dyslexia💀
content warnings; handjob, tit sucking, subby brahms, sort of dacryphilia, lots of pet names (as usual), mentions of breastfeeding
notes; would love to do a longer version of this in the future, or anything with brahms really as he’s my baby
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you’d woken up in the middle of the night to brahms stood by your bedside, soft moonlight casting over him as his hands fisted over the wool of his cardigan.
“what’s wrong, baby,” you cooed, lifting your arms to encourage him to join you.
he quickly clambered onto you, dropping down and shoving his face into your chest, clinging to your nightdress with a muffled whine. only when you shifted beneath him did you realise why he’d come to you, his arousal evident from the way it pressed into your thigh.
“oh, honey, do y’need some help?”
he nodded against you, mask digging into your skin. you gently guided him into sitting up, kneeling on the bed before you, hands sat patiently on the tops of his thighs, attention locked on you.
he watched intently as you pulled your nightgown over your head, leaving you completely bare. his eyes roamed over you, letting out a pathetic whimper at the sight of you. he was just as enamoured by your body as he was the first time he’d seen you, fingers twitching against his legs in an effort to hold back his touches, desperate to please you, awaiting your instructions.
shifting forwards, your hands cupped his face, fingers slowly curling underneath the edges of his mask, giving him plenty of warning before you removed it, revealing his scarred skin, eyes glistening with desperate tears.
you leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as you pressed your lips to his, mouths moving together, a slow swipe of your tongue before he let you in, tongues swirling together as he gave in to his desires, tugging you into him and hands clutching tightly at you.
you pulled away, giggling when he tried to follow your lips, never wanting to separate. his brow furrowed, crocodile tears finally spilling over with his cry of complaint, head tilting in confusion when you tug at his shirt.
“gotta take these off, brahmsy. can’t help you otherwise,”
he rushed to strip off, and you internally cringe at the fabric tearing in his hastiness. but, his proud expression calms you, hopeful for your approval.
“good boy, baby. c’mere, let’s lay down,”
he beams, crawling over to you before curling up into your side, head resting on your tit as he grasped at you, hips involuntarily bucking up when his bare cock grazes your hip, pre trickling out his slit, clear fluid smearing over your skin.
“please, touch,” he cried, burying his face into you, nuzzling your nipple.
“shh, okay brahmsy, been so good for me,”
you ran a finger down the tender skin of his cock, chuckling to yourself when his hips bucked again, now mouthing at your tit, slow, open-mouth kisses and swipes of his tongue.
you melt when he lets out a particularly pitiful mewl, clinging to your body, hands gripping at you almost painfully, far too horny to be able to think properly.
finally wrapping your hand around him, you pumped your fist, thumb occasionally swiping over his head. he thrusted into your touch, strings of whimpers and breathy moans tumbling from his parted lips.
with your free hand, you guided your nipple into his mouth, gasping when he latched on immediately, suckling frantically as if worried that you’d pull away, and this would be the last time he ever got to feel your skin under his tongue. he suckled like he thought that if he tried hard enough, that your sweet milk would spill into his mouth, warm fluid pooling in his mouth, small amounts escaping and trickling down his chin.
you could feel slick collecting between your legs, hot cunt throbbing from the feel of his mouth and the way he cried out, sending vibrations through you.
having already been so pent up, both from waiting for you to wake up, and your incessant teasing, brahms’ high was already fast approaching, hips bucking wildly into your fist, pleasure causing his legs to tremble next to you.
you felt his teeth graze you, before he bit into the soft flesh of your tit, overwhelmed with pleasure. his tongue swiped over the indents of his teeth, soothing the broken skin with an apologetic whine.
he flicked his gaze up to you, eyes burning from the effort as he waited for your permission, trying his best to hold back from cumming too soon. you smiled down at him warmly, “cum for me, sweet boy.”
his eyes scrunched shut, stomach tensing before his head fell back, mouth agape as he finally let go with a drawn out moan. pearly cum spurted from his tip, splattering over the two of you as you slowed your movements, elongating out his orgasm.
he went limp in your arms, thoroughly mollified and smiling dreamily after being fully emptied. he sighed sleepily, and you settled for wiping your cum covered hand on the sheets, knowing that he’d be dead weight until at least tomorrow morning.
you stroked over his sweat-damp hair, watching him as he began to fall asleep, still clutching your body tightly against his.
you loved that he had only ever been yours, that he had never felt someone else’s loving touch, had never cum from somebody else’s hand. he had only ever needed you, hadn’t loved anyone else and never wanted to.
he was yours and only yours. you were just as obsessed with him, as he was you.
fandom: scream
word count: 3.9k
warnings: nsfw 18+, gf!billy and stu, DUBCON, semi-public sex, homoerotic undertones, mentions of gore, cheating, degradation, dirty talk, thigh fucking, double penetration, knife play if you squint, gagging, unprotected sex, creampies, cumplay, cum eating, fingering, my stu bias definitely shows sorry guys
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You weren’t really much of a party person, and all of your friends were aware of that. It was why none of them gave much resistance to the idea of you slipping away.
Stu’s house was insanely crowded, more than his usual parties. It was obviously because of the recent killing spree by the mysterious masked killer who had yet to be caught. Your general anxiety in loud spaces mixed with that of the unknown killer running around had you even more paranoid.
“Be careful!” Sidney calls out and Tatum waves as you make your way up the staircase. You send a small smile back as you weave your way through drunk teenagers stumbling all around, looking for more drinks.
You’ve been in Stu’s house plenty of times, having been friends with him for years at this point. You make a beeline straight for his bedroom, hoping that no one was in there hooking up so you could have a quiet place to decompress.
You knock loudly on his door, pressing your ear against it as the loud music and teens make it hard to hear inside. There’s no answer to your knowledge, and you slowly peek your head in.
No one is in the room, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You shut the door behind you and plop down on Stu’s bed, laying yourself out in a heap of exhaustion.
A bang from somewhere inside the room startles you, making you jump up from your seat. You notice that Stu’s closet door is slightly ajar, and figure that something inside fell down. You make your way over, the closet creaking as you open it.
A gasp leaves your lips and you step back after seeing what it was that fell.
It was one of the ghostface masks.
You slowly back away, eyes wide in disbelief with what you were seeing. No. It wasn’t possible, right? Stu couldn’t have been the killer; it made no sense. You bend down and cautiously pick up the mask.
It looks like your average store-bought cheap costume accessory. You inspect it closer, but bring a hand up to your mouth and almost drop the mask when you see what’s stained on it.
Small flecks of blood, all spattered across the edges.
The sound of the door creaking has you throwing the mask back into the closet and slamming the door, chest heaving as you pretend as though you weren’t searching through it.
In walks Stu, his trademark grin spread wide across his face.
“Now what are you doing in here?” he teases suggestively and wiggles his eyebrows. He closes the door and leans against it.
But clearly you’re not very good at hiding your emotions, because the smile instantly drops from Stu’s face. “Have you been…snooping in my things?”
You bite your lip and can feel your heart drop in your chest. “What? No! I just came in here to rest.” Your voice sounds incredibly shaking and you know there’s no way he’s buying it.
Stu’s eyes narrow, and he stalks closer to you. You back away in return, but his long strides make it difficult to put distance between the two of you. “I think you’re lying to me.”
He utters out your name in a warning tone. At this point, you know, he knows you know, and you know he knows you know that he’s the Ghostface killer. You make a feeble attempt to duck past Stu and make a run for it, but he grabs your arm and pulls you against his chest, completely restraining you.
You try your best at escaping. You pound on his chest, wiggle in his grip, and even try biting him. That fails miserably and Stu slaps his large palm against your mouth, preventing you from screaming for help.
He drags you over to the bed, and you start to kick your heels against his legs. You aren’t sure what he’s capable of anymore. Is this the moment you die? Is Stu going to kill you? You let out a choked sob underneath his palm, clawing at his hand but to no avail.
You push back against him with all of the force of your body, yet Stu remains solid. “Be quiet,” he mutters in your ear.
And then you feel it. On your backside, you can feel Stu getting hard. You whimper in fear, and your body goes limp. But he clearly notices that you could feel it, and he chuckles darkly.
“Got me excited with all that struggling, babe.” He shamelessly rubs himself against you, his erection fully hard beneath his pants now.
Despite the terror that you feel in that moment, you couldn’t help but moan silently.
You would be lying if you said you never thought of hooking up with your friend. Stu was hot, he was funny, and if Tatum was a reliable source, he also had a huge dick.
If fucking Stu could save you from death, you would gladly let him use you however he wished.
You quickly concoct a plan in your head—a lame one, but a plan—to seduce Stu in an attempt to hopefully convince him not to kill you afterwards.
Before you can even attempt to put your plan into action, the bedroom door creaks open. “Shit,” you hear Stu mutter under his breath. Both you and him turn together, and in walks Billy, sauntering as he usually does.
He pauses and raises an eyebrow as he surveys the position you and Stu are in.
“Did I interrupt something?” Billy smirks, his eyes going dark. You look up through your eyelashes at Stu, who presses you closer to him, as if warning you not to signal for help. He shakes his head at Billy.
“She knows, man.”
Your body goes completely rigid in Stu’s grip. A chill runs down your spine.
Billy was involved in this Ghostface shit too? Well, that actually surprised you less than Stu. Billy was kind of a horror junkie in secret, even rivaling Randy, and he always had this strange look in his eye whenever he thought no one was looking.
His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches. “Oh?”
The tone in his voice is sinister, much different than what you’ve heard from him before.
He strides over, pulling out a knife from his pocket and holding it out towards you.
You shriek, but it comes out all muffled. You try to tilt your head away from where Billy points the knife to your chin, but Stu keeps his hand solid, forcing your head forward.
He clicks his tongue at you, teasing you for your failed attempts to escape.
“I really didn’t want to kill you now, sweetheart, but I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
Tears gather in your eyes, threatening to fall. You still helplessly struggle against Stu’s grip, choking back sobs. You so desperately want Stu to release his hand, want to beg the two of them to keep you alive. You’re two seconds away from sounding like you belong in a bad porno that the boys rent from the video store where the woman says please! I’ll do anything!
But you don’t need to do any of that. Because before Billy starts slicing and dicing and stabbing at you, he backs away and looks Stu up and down. He then barks out a laugh.
“What, did chasing her around get you all stiff?”
Stu grins cheekily and grinds his erection up against your butt. You let out a surprised moan under his palm, grabbing onto his forearm. “You know I’ve always wanted to fuck her, man.”
Billy eyes shift between you and Stu, before pausing on you. A smirk slowly grows across his features until it morphs into a toothy grin. You can see the way his cock begins to twitch in his jeans and your heart sinks into your stomach.
“I’m not going to let you fuck her alone tonight.”
As if Stu was waiting this whole time for Billy’s approval, the hand that was restricting your mouth moves off and down to his jeans. Before you can even think about opening your mouth, Billy brings the knife back up your face, right under your chin forcing you to keep your mouth closed and head tilted up to meet his eyes.
“If you say a word I’ll cut your throat open and stick my cock in it.” He imitates the motion of slicing the knife across your throat.
You swallow harshly and can’t control the way you tremble under Stu’s hold. But the depraved part of you has your core throbbing, at the carnal lust that fills his eyes, so desperately wanting them both to get to fucking you sooner rather than later.
Scoffing in his face, you try your best to put up a calm front. “Are you guys all bark and no bite? All I hear is talking but no action.”
“Oh you’ll be getting action soon, baby.” You can feel Stu’s erect cock rubbing against your backside and the way that his arousal stains your shirt. His hand holds it at the base as he guides it between your legs, slowly fucking you between your thighs. You look down to see the bulging red tip of his cock leaking beads of precum as it penetrates the plush skin of your legs with every thrust.
Billy takes his knife and slices your skirt right down the middle, the two pieces falling to shreds at your feet.
“Yeah, there it is!” Stu yells as his long fingers poke and prod at your pussy through your underwear until it soaks the fabric through. “All nice and wet for us now.”
He moves the material to the side of your puffy lips and without so much as a warning sticks his cock right inside.
“Oh fuck,” you moan out as quietly as you can with the intense pleasure. It slides in easily with how wet you’ve gotten over the past couple of minutes. You arch your back into Stu as his long cock bullies its way inside of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
Stu begins thrusting immediately, the sounds of your skin slapping together being the loudest thing in the room.
“Such a dirty little slut,” Stu’s voice teases, laughter evident in his tone. His arm around your waist holds you up as he pounds into you at lightning speed, bouncing you up and down his cock. Your feet lift off the ground ever-so-slightly as he pulls you up. “But I guess I’m kind of a slut to. Always wanted to fuck you like this.”
Through your lust-filled haze, you can see Billy stroking himself through his boxers, jeans already unzipped and pulled down. He stares at both you and Stu and where the two of you connect.
“You gonna join man?” Stu lifts you up under your thighs. The action lifts your feet up in the air and exposes your pussy directly in Billy’s line of view. Stu pulls his cock out enough so just the head remains inside, and starts fingering around your lips.
You gasp at the sensation, your arms gripping his own and your walls clenching down desperately onto him. Stu’s fingers make a v shape and pull your lips open wide. “There’s plenty of room for you in here.”
“N-no!” You sob out, clawing at Stu and kicking your legs. The implication is not subtle at all, and the fear has you clenching even tighter onto him. There was no way that you could fit both of them in your pussy. Stu’s cock is already thick and fills you completely; you don’t think you could take another one without breaking.
Billy continues to palm himself above his underwear, the head of his cock poking out from the elastic band. “Fuck yeah, now your speaking my language!”
“No! Billy!” You shake your head wildly, tears threatening to fall from your swollen eyes. “Stop! It won’t fit!”
He rolls his eyes and takes his hard cock out of his boxers, pumping it with a few solid strokes. “Stop complaining.”
“He’ll make it fit,” Stu giggles from behind you.
A strangled sound leaves your lips, a mix between a choke and a sob. You’re powerless in Stu’s hold as he moves your limbs every which way he pleases. He never lets up in his thrusts, his stamina completely insatiable, and it doesn’t feel like he’s stopping any time soon.
You have no choice but to lay helpless as Billy guides his cock into your wet hole, pushing against Stu’s. The stretch from the two of their massive lengths is painful, and you bite the outside of your hand as an attempt to soften your cries.
“Fuck,” Billy moans, slotting himself fully inside of you. His eyes squeeze shut and his head is thrown back in pleasure. Your hands press against his chest to stabilize yourself.
Your eyes roll back as you start moaning audibly, his cock stuffing you full alongside Stu’s.
“None of that.” Billy slaps a hand over your mouth and digs his fingers into your cheek. “If any one of those sleazebags outside hears those moans I’ll have to kill them and fuck you over their dead body.”
His voice is deep, gravely, and completely serious—you believe him in his entirety. You nod rapidly under his hold. You don’t want the death of anyone to be on your hands, no matter how annoying they are.
“Good. Now stay quiet.”
Billy and Stu take turns fucking themselves up into you. They give you any chance for a break, when one pulls their length almost completely out, the other shoves it in. They take turns pounding themselves into you. Your walls clench hard around them, being stretched to the brim. It takes all your power not to cry out from the pain and pleasure, but the fear from Billy’s unpredictably overpowers all other emotions.
Billy seems to be caught up in the haze of his own arousal, fingers digging in the skin of your hips as he thrusts his cock in and out of you rhythmically. He groans. “Forgot what it’s like to fuck a tight, wet hole. Sidney still hasn’t put out yet.”
Your body instantly freezes at Billy’s words. In the midst of all the chaos that involved finding out that two of your friends were active serial killers, both of them have been wanting to fuck you, and both of them actually proceeding to fuck you, you were ashamed to admit that you completely forgot about your the rest of your friends downstairs. Sidney and Tatum, two of your closest friends, were partying just below you and were blissfully unaware that you were in fact not resting from the partying, but instead getting your hole absolutely destroyed by their boyfriends just a couple hundred feet away.
The reality of your situation comes back to you and the dread starts to sink in. Instinctively, you begin thrashing your body all around, causing as much commotion as you can. Your nails end up scratching Stu on his arm. “Ow!” he whines out, but it’s a cross between a whimper and a turned on moan. He bites your neck in retaliation. “I like ‘em feisty, you know. Really gets my dick goin’.”
Billy, on the other hand, doesn’t take your failed act of defiance so lightly. His hand reaches up and squeezes your cheeks as he pulls your face close to him, not letting up with the pistoning of his hips.
“Not. A. Word.” Every syllable is spoken individually, heavily gritted out through clenched teeth. At that moment, an array of muffled voices is heard right outside the bedroom door. Billy and you turn to the source of the noise at the same time. Billy turns back to you first. “You know what happens if they walk in,” he trails off darkly, and out of the corner of your eye you can see the glint of his knife as it rests on the side table, within an arm's reach from him. If he wanted to, he could easily slip himself out of you and kill the unsuspecting partygoers within mere seconds.
He buries himself back inside of you as you say that, the two of their cocks fighting for their spots inside of your restrictive walls. Billy and Stu moan in unison at the feeling, both of you gripping onto them and the way they feel pressed up against each other.
As hopeless as your situation may seem in the end, you try to make due with what you have and not let the guilt consume you. There’s nothing you can do about it now unless you want multiple people to wind up dead. It’s fairly easy to erase your mind of anything other than the two guys currently surrounding you, whose relentless thrusts make your vision go white and limbs go numb.
Stu attaches himself onto your neck, no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys that’ll last for days. You lean your head back into him, giving him more access to the area. His long tongue licks all around the area, sending shivers down your spine.
His mouth eventually makes its way up to your own and Stu covers it, kissing you with great fervor. His tongue slides into your mouth, swirling it around with your own tongue. The kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated, but it feels perfectly like him. It’s intimate as he massages your tongue and brings his hand up to cup your jaw. In that single moment, you can pretend like your new revelation didn’t exist and that this is just a sensual moment between you and your friend, who’s kissing you like his life depends on it.
But that’s not the case, as Billy brings you back to reality once again. He spanks your ass which has you gasping into Stu’s mouth and your eyes opening wide.
Spit dribbles out the side of your mouth as Stu finally lets up, moaning into your jaw. He gives your neck a big kiss before sucking another hickey into it. “I can be romantic sometimes,” he whispers teasingly into your ear, causing you to shiver.
Billy and Stu pound into you, even harder than before if possible, their hips snapping up against your body.
You know that your orgasm is fast approaching, the various simulations making you feel desperate for a release.
“Please, please, please, please,” your voice is hoarse as you whisper out in a breathy tone to keep as quiet as possible.
“Yeah? You want our cum inside of you?” Billy coaxes you, but you can tell that he’s just as close to reaching his peak as you are given the uneven rhythm of his ruts, pushing slightly against the pattern he had set with Stu.
You nod your head as much as you can, your vision going blurry with the speed you move it. You can feel Billy’s cock throb furiously in you and it's enough to make you reach your own orgasm before him, clapping a hand over your mouth as to not alert your presence to anyone outside.
Billy’s orgasm follows your own soon after, with a strangled moan leaving his lips as his hot cum releases all inside you. The mix of your two juices allows for easier movement within your walls, and after he’s done climaxing Billy slides out of you with ease.
But Stu is nowhere near stopping.
With the result of your’s and Billy’s releases aiding him, Stu ruts himself even further into you. He manhandles you so that instead of your previous position of being twisted in the air as Stu stands behind you, he throws you down on top of the bed and climbs on top of you, humping into you from behind with a newfound vigor.
“Finally get you to myself for a bit,” Stu grits out of his teeth as his hips piston at an immeasurable speed.
You can’t speak at this point, completely cockdrunk from the brunt of the thrusts you’re taking. Stu’s broad body completely engulfs your form as he pounds you into the bedsheets. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, only low whimpers and droll being produced from it.
You can hear the squelching of your pussy, the result of Billy’s cum and your juices, as Stu pounds his cock as far as it reaches. You can feel the release escape the sides of your pussy lips with the brunt of Stu’s thrusts and you can’t help but whine softly as some of the warmth and fullness from the cum leaves your body.
Stu’s hand runs through your hair until he grabs it at the base. He pushes your head down completely into the bed, using much more pressure than what was needed. The force of it causes your ass to arch further into him as he presses his front fully against your back, curving his form as if morphing to the shape of your hunched and fucked out form.
“Now that’s a nice view,” he groans out, one hand at the root of your hair and the other pawing at your ass.
Animalistic grunts leave Stu’s mouth and you can feel as he reaches the cusp of his orgasm. Curses leave his lips as he finally cums, pushing himself inside you as deep as he can and hitting parts never reached before. You can feel the jets of his hot release inside of you as it comes out in huge, thick spurts.
When Stu finally leaves your walls, the mix of all three of your orgasms comes flowing out, making you moan at the loss of the fullness from all three of you.
“C’mon now, push it all outta you,” Billy’s voice calls out from across the room, speaking up from his previous silent observer role as he recovered from his own peak.
You obey, squeezing as much as you can with your weak body. You can feel globs of cum escape your entrance, cooling as it runs down your thighs and onto the sheets below you.
You flinch as you feel Stu’s fingers scoop some out of you, and the smacking of his lips indicates he tasted it. You moan, only able to picture what the scene looks like.
“Oh? You want some?” Stu’s fingers hastily appear in front of you. The fingers from his other hand pull your mouth open and he shoves the cum covered ones inside, making you gag instantly. He rams them in and out of your mouth, barely giving you any time to properly suck on the cum. Flecks of the fluid fly out of your mouth along with your own saliva. Tears fall without a warning, your gag reflex working overtime.
Stu’s fingers fuck your mouth until all of the cum is virtually gone from them. When he finally pulls them out, your body completely collapses. It trembles furiously from all the overstimulation, unable to hold itself up.
Stu gives you a big wet kiss on your cheek and slaps his now-limp cock onto your bare ass. You can only whimper in response, your body too heavy to move any part of it right now. Your vision is blurry, but through it you manage to make out Billy, with his sweaty complexion and rumpled clothes back on his body, talking down to you.
“You stay put until we can get everyone to piss off. We’ll be back for round two.”
would u ever consider writing for dexter again…. 💔 PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS
getting wine drunk with dexter who’s finally letting his guard down. you’re on the balcony in his two flimsy lawn chairs, just laughing about stupid shit. he’s man spreading and you’re sitting cross legged, like a child. salivating and licking your lips when he pushes his hips up to adjust, back digging into the wire of the chair. you flush, bringing your eyes up to look at the sky and missing the smirk on his face.
“s’mthin interesting up there?” you can hear the amusement in his voice, it does nothing to stop the slick pooling in your panties. what excuse can you make up so you can go home and fuck your fingers to the sound of his voicemail?
“asked you a question, bun.” shit shit! why does he sound like that, so sexy, so dark. is he getting off on this? he is, but you can’t read his mind to know that. you turn to answer him, albeit a little too quickly.
you don’t notice how close he is, not until your lips brush when your head turns to answer. you both pause, a gasp leaving your lips and a groan leaving his. you can’t even apologize before he’s pulling you in again, not even giving you a chance to breathe before forcing his tongue in. there’s no fight for dominance, only him, all consuming and everywhere.
he leads you up to stand, hand on the bottom of your ass. Dexter taps twice, trying to give you the hint to jump. you don’t notice, too drunk, not from the wine, no. but from him, the taste, the smell, the very essence of him. “jump, right now. i got you” his words murmur against your lips, and you listen, obviously. who are you to deny him what he wants?
