#slashers smut

[liololli]

I have like 40 asks already but I feel no motivation to write right now and I can't do anything but just sit around and I'm so bored. So I'm inviting you to try and suggest some stuff that might scratch the itch in my brain.

[liololli]

Okay unironically I NEED Vincent

I wanna ride him, or have him ride me (strap or not)

I'm gonna bite his neck all over until it's bloody.

I'm gonna suck his dick until it's RAW

I think Vincent is into tender loving. Not that he wouldn't absolutely love to have you ride him, he just really loves to love. He wants to be tender and look you in the eyes. He wants to study all your features as your facial expressions change. Let him take pictures to draw later so he can focus on the physical connection in the moment. He wants to hold you close and embrace you, embrace the moment.

He would be so proud of any marks you leave on him. He'll even walk around shirtless just so he can see them more often. It's the only time he wants to look in a mirror.

He's a switch with a preference of being a service top. So if you want, he will gladly lay down and just take whatever you give him.

[liololli]

I wanna fuck Michael Myers

Like, oh so badly

And not like, him on top

Anyways

Could you please do a Michael Myers x reader with reader dicking down Michael?

Michael doesn't have to act submissive dw I just wanna fuck him in the ass

Michael would reluctantly let you dick him down. He does it more for his own amusement actually. He doesn't think he would care all that much, considering the absolute behemoth of a man he is. No matter your size, he dwarfs you, so he thinks it will be at most like a small tickle for him.

How wrong he is. He will be grunting like all hell as he digs his fists into the sheets, tears at the corners of his eyes. Turns out he has a really sensitive prostate and you have really good technique.

Once you're done, he lies still and face down in the bed for a few hours. He refuses to look at you and he needs to think about this for a while. He's just glad you can't see his face, because he can feel the heat radiating off of it.

[liololli]

I've emptied out my asks, so I'm opening them up again. I write for Dispatch men, slasher men, Date Everything men, Father Jud, and Ryland Grace.

I can add in non romantic stuff about female characters, but I'm just not into writing them romantically.

This is mainly x reader stuff but I can just talk about a character romantically or sexually without drawing ties to the reader. I'm not that big on writing about shipping characters.

I'm also not really into hurt/no comfort or only angst.

I can write for most kinks and fetishes, but if I'm asked for one that I won't write for I'll specify that in a post. Be aware that I may not be into some of the same stuff myself but will still write for it, but with that in mind try to specify things you're looking for in that specific kink/fetish because I won't know what to focus on.

I've been asked a few times about writing for age regression, which I'm perfectly fine with, but I will not write sexual content for when the character is regressed.

I may turn off asks every now and again if my inbox gets a bit overwhelming.

I also have an Instagram where I post pictures of myself. I usually only take picture when I'm high enough for the confidence. Its lio.lolli

[luverine]

Vincent Sinclair x fem! Reader

MDNI // nsfw // Bo is mean // Soulmate AU // Sculptor Vincent

1.4k words ᨒ ⚔︎ ᨒ requested by @stygianoir ᨒ ⚔︎ ᨒ

The clashing of swords was the last thing you remembered. Blood, pain, and the sight of your soulmate falling beside you. You tried to reach him, but your strength was fading. “We’ll find each other again.” You whisper, His hand stretched toward you, fingers brushing against yours before everything went black.

You were certain it was the end.

…But it wasn’t.

Unaware of the heavy heart you carried within. You had been reborn, yet something was missing- memories and flashes from a life you couldn’t quite grasp haunted you in quiet moments.

You worked at a gallery, a place that brought peace to your restless soul. Art surrounded you- paintings, sculptures, things that felt like echoes from another time. You always wore a mask,uncomfortable eyes on you. It became a custom of sorts.

Today was no different, except for the unusual buzz in the air. A new exhibit had arrived- sculptures created by a mysterious artist named Vincent. The name tugged at something deep inside you, but you couldn’t place it.

Bo you assume his brother or friend, who frequented the gallery, had been hanging around more than usual. He was charming, but there was something in his manner that made you uneasy. He had always been flirtatious, but today, it got too far.

As you were arranging a display, Bo slid up to you, his presence suddenly too close for comfort.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low. “You look good today. Why hide behind that mask?”

You turned to him, your expression hidden behind the porcelain facade, your discomfort growing. “It’s safe,” you replied curtly, hoping he’d take the hint and leave.

But Bo didn’t back off. Instead, he leaned closer, his fingers brushing against the edge of your mask. “Why don’t we see what’s underneath? I bet you’re even more beautiful without it.”

Before you could react, Bo’s hand gripped your mask and with one sharp tug, he broke it. The piece shattered, falling to the ground. Your face was exposed, and a sudden wave of panic gripped you.

You gasped, stepping back, a frown etched in your face, your heart racing. But before Bo could say anything else, a hand grabbed him away from you.

You turned toward the source of the hand, and there he stood- Vincent, the sculptor, you asssume. He was tall, with broad shoulders, his face half-concealed behind an intricate, off white mask that only revealed his sharp, intense eyes. The moment those eyes met yours, time seemed to stop.

Bo hesitated, clearly startled by Vincent’s presence. “Relax, Vince, It’s just a mask.”

Vincent’s gaze never left you, but his eyes carried a weight that left no room for argument. He glared sharply at Bo.

Bo grumbled something under his breath but eventually backed off, shooting you one last look before disappearing into the crowd.

For a long moment, it was just you and Vincent standing in the quiet corner of the gallery. You could feel the air shift, charged with something between you that you didn’t yet understand. Your face, bare now, felt exposed in more ways than one, but Vincent’s eyes softened as he took a step closer.

He reached out, his gloved hand gently brushing against your cheek. “I know you,” he whispered, his raspy voice filled with awe.

And that was when the memories flooded back. You saw the fight- the swords, the blood, the final moments before death took you both. You remembered his mask, just as it had been in your past life. The way he had looked at you then, full of love and sorrow, was the same way he was looking at you now.

“Vincent,” you whispered, your voice trembling. It wasn’t a question; it was a statement of truth, of recognition.

His hand lingered on your face for a moment longer before he pulled away, reaching into his coat pocket. When he pulled out a small ring, your breath caught in your throat. It was simple, yet beautiful- an antique design, as though it had been waiting for this moment for centuries.

“I never got the chance before,” Vincent said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “In our last life, we didn’t have time. But now… we do.”

Without another word, he took your hand and slid the ring onto your finger. It felt right, like it had always belonged there. “It’s perfect,” He whispered.

Tears welled in your eyes, not of sadness but of relief, and reunion. You had found each other again, in this life, despite everything that had tried to keep you apart.

“We have time now,” you whispered, your voice filled with quiet certainty.

Vincent nodded, his grip on your hand tightening just slightly, a silent promise.

Vincent gently pulls you away from the crowded gallery, his rough hand against yours. There’s a tension in the air as he leads you to his apartment, just a few blocks away, away from prying eyes. You sense his urgency, the way he seems to shield you from the world, as if he has known you your whole life.

…

Once inside, the door closes softly behind you, the room bathed in a soft, green glow. Vincent removes his mask, his gaze intense, vulnerable. Without a word, he steps closer, leaning down and kisses you, tender at first, then deeper- his lips full of yearning. The warmth between you rises, spreading like a quiet flame, and for a moment, the world outside fades away.

Your heart races as you pull back slightly, breathless. “Is this too fast?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never-“

He silences you gently with a finger against your lips, his touch reassuring. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, his voice low and calming. “It’s just us. Just you and me.”

The words settle something inside you, melting away the doubt and nervousness. The moment feels safe, as if time has slowed down just for the two of you. You meet his gaze, nodding, a silent understanding passing between you both.

He runs his hands softly against you, feeling you, caressing you. You let out a slight whimper. He looks down into your eyes. And tugs at your shirt.

You swallow some anxiety and nod once more. Vincent slowly unbuttons your shirt. His breath hitches at the sight of your covered breasts.

“Can I?” He begs, you mutter a small “yes.” His blue eyes widened. Moving his hands up slowly he unclasps your bra and gasps, ending with a small whimper. His shaky hands slide to your waist to your chest.

He groans you, his breath is still as he hears your soft moans as he teases your sensitive nipples. “Vincent- please, I need you.” you plead looking into his sparkling eyes.

His breathing picks up but he pulls away, slowly undressing himself from head to toe, giving you a little show displaying his pale, toned, body.

the anticipation is having your core pulsating, and so warm, you feel feverish. As Vincent finishes he moves to you where, pulling your pants down. There was a pause as he reached for your panties. You take a deep breath and say “take it off.” He nods and continues.

Slick stuck to your panties as he pulled, he exhales, a borderline moan. Once after it was completely off he pulled you underneath him. You both looked deep into each other's eyes, the unspoken bond stronger than ever.

“Please,” you whisper in his ear, your breath hot against his skin. He shudders, his lips finding the sensitive curve of your neck. His lean body pressed against yours, and you feel him, hard and ready, rubbing against your entrance before sliding inside you with one slow, deliberate thrust.

You both moan in unison, the sensation overwhelming. Vincent stills for a moment, gritting his teeth, his voice thick with need. “You’re so tight,” he whimpers, his forehead resting against yours.

You giggle softly, running your fingers through his hair. “Move, please,” you beg, your voice trembling. He lets out a low moan and begins to thrust, his pace slow at first, then steadily building in intensity.

His rhythm gets harder and faster, diving deeper into you, making you cry out, the pleasure is getting intense. “Vincent- I’m- oh fuck!” You scream out as your juices gush around his dick, making him crumble in bliss, he creams inside of you.

He holds onto your smaller frame tightly, breathing heavy, covered in sweat, flushed, he kisses your cheek and moves next to you. Grabbing your hand and intwing it with your smaller softer hand. “I love you.” He says turning to look at you with a small smile across his face, you can’t help but smile back.

This time, nothing would tear you apart.

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[sugarblossom99]

POOKIE! Can you pretty pretty please make me one with pyramid head from silent Hill? (😔🤞🏻) LOVE: Your best friend jazzy🤭

I got you booboo bear 💪😣

Pyramid head x reader

Tag: Drabble, one-shot, smut

TW: you die in the end, female anatomy implied, slight BDSM(if being held together by hands count), breeding, belly bulge, ALL CONSENSUAL, I made him bigger than he actually is 🤷‍♀️, tell me if I missed anything <3

Words: 680

A/N: it’s not too detailed, I just mainly gave the gist. Please don’t judge 😣🙏 this is my first smut fic

You wandered into Silent Hill after your car had broken down. You weren’t sure why, everything seemed fine, it just broke down.

Anyway, you began walking through the quiet town, glancing around, trying to find somebody. And nothing.

The town was empty, to your eyes at least.

You couldn’t help but have this nagging feeling that something was watching you. You felt a pair of eyes on you. Or what you assumed was eyes.

You turned to find what you could only describe as a…..pyramid…? A pyramid head. He had a pyramid…as a head…

You began screaming, of course, like any natural human would.

You never would have thought that wandering into this town would’ve gotten you bent in half by the much larger hands of a man with a pyramid head. Throughout the interaction you referred to him as Pyramid Head. At least you would’ve if your mind wasn’t so clouded by the fact a dick; much much much larger than any others you have ever had inside to you, was completely splitting you in half.

As you wandered through the town, you looked around, searching for any sort of life. Literally anything. Yet…nothing. Typical.

You debated heading back to your car, calling somebody or simply walking back to where you came from.

You would’ve if it was that easy. Now you know it was the safe option to go back to your car, you’ve seen plenty of horror movies…but like every character, you’re simply curious. And there’s no cell service and it’s more than 10 miles to get back to the town you came from.

When you turned around to be face to face with Pyramid Head, you could only ever scream. At the top of your lungs. Of course he shut you up, pushing your jaw close with his finger.

One thing, of course, led to another, now your hands on are on some wall as you’re bent over, only being held up by Pyramid Head’s hand, which was flat on your stomach, the bulge of his cock moving in and out of your pussy, making wet squelches as it did; his dick making a belly bulge, which he could feel.

His other hand was under your jaw, holding it up so you didn’t smack your head against the wall.

You would’ve looked to see the infamous wall I keep mentioning but alas, his dick was going in and out at such a rapid pace that you couldn’t, your eyes rolling so far back into your head you thought they would just roll out soon enough.

You felt another orgasm approaching, stacking onto the multiple others you just had. Once you felt the knot in your stomach tighten more and then suddenly snap, you inhaled a gasp then let out a deep breath as Pyramid Head readjusted you.

He lifted you off the ground just enough to be able to flip you over. He slid back in, quite easily due to all the cum and slick.

His hands held you up, off the ground, his hands easily covering a majority of your waist.

Your head dropped down, your mouth open as you let out screams and moans; your head bobbed back and forth as he thrusted into you along with your legs. You had bent them up, your knees held up by the upper part of his underarm.

He had came a few times, his cum leaking out more and more with every thrust.

Anyway…you continued to scream, getting stretched out by the second. With every new position he put you in, he only reached in further, hitting your g-spot over…and over…and over.

Soon enough you both approached your last orgasm, the knot inside of you tightening and of course snapping. You felt yourself getting even more fuller, like you had other times before when he came.

He pulled out, his cock becoming more softer. He set you on the ground, being careful not to startle you or anything.

He grabbed his big ‘ol sword and plunged it into you, killing you almost immediately.

The end 😧😧

[piercedpumpkin]

Michael Myers breaking me up in all the WRONG WAYS.

[kayakosaekiss]

his mask

leslie vernon x gn reader

MDNI !! its just a small blurb but this is literally just smut.

extra notes: did i finally make a horror writing blog simply because i kept thinking about how hot leslie is when he's in like full killer get up? yes. i am so totally normal.

“The mask stays on during sex.”

It was a simple joke. A jest. A little goofing around.

Well, mostly.

Leslie was way too aware of your attraction towards him while he was wearing his mask. It really seemed to get you going (one of the many things he adores about you). He knew it would only be a matter of time until you actually mentioned it, and he was simply waiting for it to happen.

And he sure was right! 

He was right way too often for your liking, he knew you better than perhaps you even knew yourself. So when you made that simple joke, and his face lit up and he started celebrating, you knew it would be a long night.

And indeed it would be.

It didn’t take long for him to have you on your hands and knees, made to look into the mirror in front of you as he thrusted into you from behind. The mask was on, his eyes locked on to yours. 

He hadn’t spoken since he put it on, all you heard out of him was his own grunts and labored breathing as he made sure to drive you absolutely insane. If your face dared to falter he would be there to use a hand to tilt it back up to stare into the mirror. To stare at him. His eyes. His mask. 

Somehow the lack of words and simply using his actions and eyes to give you orders made it even better worse for you.

Of course, he also knew this. He knew everything about you. How you enjoyed how rough he was thrusting into you, how much you loved the noises he made yet didn’t make a singular other sound.

How the way he touched you and even moved inside of you was so methodical and calculated because he knew the exact things that would make you tick and fall apart.

And you sure did. Plenty a time that night. Plenty before he himself even did. You always forgot momentarily how well he could hold himself together. In any situation.

And how absolutely fucking insane his stamnia is.

It certainly added to your enjoyment at least. 

Of course, much later you’d have to figure out how to explain yourself once he starts pointing out how you definitely came harder than you ever have before. But that’s a problem for a later you. One that actually has any sort of thought in their head.