‘There Will Be No Leftovers’

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Making this the day before Kinktober starts..okay.

Hi guys :> I write slasher smut (maybe some fluff/angst sprinkled in the coming months but..you’ll have to see. 😈)

Will be posting mostly things from my ao3, will be linking everything for easy access as well. MY AO3

Master list under the cut.

Thanks for reading!!

Kinktober 2025

1- PHONE SEX- GHOSTFACE

2- MASKS- JOHN CARVER 

3- SPANKING- HEART EYES 

4- MUTUAL MASTERBATION- VINCENT SINCLAIR

5- HANDS-LONGLEGS

6- THIGH RIDING- MAN IN THE MASK 

7- COLD- AXE MAN/ABNER (CONJURING)

8- DIRTY TALK/PRAISE- JOHN CARVER

9- COCKWARMING- LEATHERFACE 

10- SCENT KINK- THE CREEPER

11- SERVICE TOP- VICKY HEYES

12- SWEAT- PIN-UP GIRL

13- SHOWER SEX- JACK TORRANCE 

14- VAMPIRES-NOSFERATU 

15- UNIFORM- HARRY WARDEN 

16- SEXTING- GHOSTFACE 

17- WET DREAM- FREDDY KRUEGER 

18- PUNISHMENT/SEX TOYS- HEART EYES

19- BEGGING- BRAHMS 

20- CHOKING- SCARECROW (STRANGERS)

21- FACE FUCKING- ART THE CLOWN

22- KNIFE (HOOK)  PLAY- THE FISHERMAN (IKWYDLS)

23- SUIT- JACK GRIFFIN (1933)

24- CAR SEX- LONGLEGS 

25- SHORT SHORTS- BEETLEJUICE 

26- DRY HUMPING- BEETLEJUICE 

27- CLONES- BEETLEJUICE 

28- SIZE KINK-THOMAS HEWITT 

29- TENTACLES-ART THE CLOWN

30- MIRROR- JACK TORRANCE

31- ROUGH SEX- THE CREEPER

Other fics/Oneshots:

“Be thankful for it”-John Carver/Reader

“Is it a sin?”- Pinup Girl/Reader/Scarecrow

“Tidings of comfort and Joy”- Art the clown/reader

“First time for everything”- Ghostface/reader

“The touch of you” - Heart Eyes/Reader

“Tasting the wine while it’s warm”- Beetlejuice/reader

“It came upon a midnight clear”- Longlegs/reader

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO A THE PROWLER X READER HC'S!!!!

Omg my first ask-hi there!! HCs under the cut :) both general/romantic and NSFW.

Thank you for the ask!!

The Prowler/George Fraser-General HCs, NSFW HCs

Minors DNI

Words: 740

Notes: Please bear with me as this is my first time actually writing headcanons. I got a lil too carried away but hey..hope these are good. Enjoy!

General:

Oh he’s so soft

I feel like after the war and coming home to basically nothing, it fucked him up really bad.

Swore to never love again until you came into his life. Being so joyous to see him, so welcoming and sweet-you nearly gave the old man cavities from how sweet you were.

In uniform I feel like he’s pretty quiet, opting to keep the silence as he might say something he’s not proud of (especially to you, because goddamnit does that suit not bring back horrid memories).

Before the two of you got together, he’d leave roses on your front doorstep. Sure he followed you home..but I mean?

Brings you actual flowers one day-claims he ‘got them on sale’ but in actuality he wanted to treat you.

Loves to go on little dates. I think he’d love to go get coffee (piping hot black coffee of course..none of that sweet stuff. Even though you clearly see him taking sips of your sweet drinks when he thinks you’re not looking) or even just a movie date.

Loves going over to your place, but loves it even more when you go to his. He’s proud of the life he’s built for himself, so why shouldn’t he get to show it off?

Winding down, he invites you to shower with him. Not in an inappropriate way, in a genuine, loving way.

I’m talking washing your hair, massaging your aching shoulders..the whole nine yards. He just wants you to know how much he trusts you is all…

Is careful with his hands. He knows how to hurt and he knows how to keep someone from getting hurt. Obviously choose the latter with you.

Loves to be held/loves to hold you. He’s not ashamed of wanting to be held-even given how big he is.

I feel like he’d also be the type to simply wait on your beacon call. Anything you want he’s got it done. Even if you only mentioned it once.

Tries to keep you out of his ‘sheriff life’ , only spilling stories if you absolutely want to hear them.

Generally, such a sweetheart once you get to know him. Both in and out of uniform :)

NSFW:

I feel like it takes him a long time to feel comfortable enough to properly have sex.. he just feels so undeserving

You’re so perfect in his eyes, the last thing he wants is to hurt you.

So for a little while the most he’d ‘do’ is eat you out. Like a man starved by the way

I’m talking hands on your thighs, eyes looking up into your own as he just goes to town.

I’m certain he’s once just fallen asleep between your legs, making you laugh. But ultimately you let him rest-he needs it after all.

I honestly feel like he wouldn’t want to fuck in the uniform. Sad I know but I feel like it brings back so many bad memories and he doesn’t want to associate that with your pleasure.

Once you finally explain to him that you want him to be pleased as well he’s quiet, but there’s an unmistakable ache in his chest. He needs that bad.

So he urges you to lay atop him, straddling his hips as your lips meet in a gentle kiss. His hands rubbing up your bare back, tangling ever so slightly into your hair.

‘So..perfect’ he’d whisper against your parted lips, before dipping his tongue in, tasting greedily.

Safe to say he gets excited fairly quickly, hips bucking up into you.

He’s such a gentle lover, slowly pressing in and stretching you out. His face made any pains disappear-eyes fluttering closed as an almost silent moan left his lips.

He wants you to take the reins for the first time around. But once he learns what you like? It’s heavenly.

Favorite position is any, as long as he can see your face, he needs to know he’s doing a good enough job.

(Which, 9/10 times he is..of course.)

Loves to care for you after the fact as well. I’m talking a warm bath with your favorite soaps, fresh sheets and a warm blanket. All while he’s holding you close, praising you for how good you did for him, and how good you are to him.

Overall, soft, slow sex is his favorite. Doesn’t particularly like quick or rough. Just a sweet old man I tell you!

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Valentine’s special part 2/4

Heart Eyes Killer (Jeanine Shaw)/Reader

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Word count: 1.2k

Note/summary: slow morning with one of the heart eyes killers :)

There was only one thing you enjoyed more than seeing your partners kill. And that had to be what was happening right now…

Last night the two of them rocked your world, leaving you panting and moaning so loud your throat was still scratchy. Sunlight filtered in through the parted blinds as you shifted in bed.

Well, shifted as much as you could as one of your partners buried her face into your hair. A sigh could be heard from her lips as she relaxed.

David must’ve left already-going to his ‘IT Job’ to cover up his other..activities. And she had taken the day off, much to your delight…

Her hands found homage on your lower stomach as you yawned, eyes blinking opened as you craned your head to look at her. She was still asleep-at least it looked like she was-as her cheek was pressed into your back.

You smiled, slowly turning around to embrace her properly. She smiled in her subconscious, nuzzling into your bare skin. Your fingers found homage in her hair, brushing through the dark locks as she finally started to wake.

“Good Morning..” you hummed quietly, watching as she stretched her arms beside you, before returning them to circle around your middle. She opened her eyes, peering up at you.

“Hey..” she murmured, pressing a slow kiss to your cheek, pulling back to lay on her pillow beside yours. You gazed at her, admiring as she yawned and ruffled her hair, attempting to get the tangles out.

You smiled at her again, unable to stop yourself from replacing her hand, using your own fingers to brush through the ebony strands. She sighed contently, scooting closer to your body under the warm sheets.

“How’d you sleep?” You asked, now massaging her scalp. She sighed once more, eyes slipping shut.

“Wonderfully, thanks to you of course.” She smiled, leaning into your hand as she hummed. It was cheesy no doubt, but coming from her lips? Your cheeks darkened with blush fast. She laughed at the sight, moving a hand to cup your cheek.

“Mm..already blushing?” She mused, rubbing her thumb under your eye. You nodded, leaning into her warm hand as your eyes flickered shut.

Her smile softened, leaning in and finally sealing your lips with a kiss. Your whole body relaxed, letting her slowly move to perch her body atop yours. Your hands rested on her back, holding her tight as her tongue dipped into your mouth.

A small gasp escaped your mouth, quickly being swallowed up by the older woman straddling your lap. She didn’t stop, continuing to taste your sweet mouth.

“Fuck..” she whispered as she pulled back for air, her hands pressed into the plush of your pillow.

“You always taste so damn sweet.” She mused, gazing at your heated face. You smiled lightly, leaning in and catching her lips again.

And honestly? It was embarrassingly true. You were still new to the whole ‘killing as a kink’ thing. She waned you into it more than David did if anything-bringing you to some of their more ‘tame’ outings, pleasuring you before she ever got anything.

She was perfect in your eyes, truly.

The rest of the morning was filled with soft sighs of each other’s names, hands roaming heated skin as the two bodies grew closer.

You pulled away from the kiss, needing to breathe. A string of saliva connected you to her, as she softly panted above you.

“Jeanine..” you whispered, hands roaming again, gently massaging and caressing with utmost care.

She was no different; pressing kisses to your neck and face as you caught your breath, a soft moan falling from her lips at the sound of her name.

You threaded your fingers through her hair, ever so gently guiding her face to look at your own. She already looked blissed out-but also looked like she wanted to devour you whole.

You smiled lightly,

“Can I..uhm.” You began, nerves getting the better of you as you nearly grew embarrassed at what you wanted. She caught on quickly, a smile quirking at her lips as she leaned in.

“Tell me, baby..” she mused, brushing her thumb over your cheek. You shuddered lightly at her tone, meeting her eyes again.

“Can I..try something?” You asked fully this time, and she nodded almost immediately. You smiled lightly, rubbing your hands up her sides..

“Move up a little..” you hummed, pulling her up until her thighs framed your face.

Her face burned with blush at the sight of your eyes peering up at her beneath her core. She held herself up for a moment, honestly nervous at the thought of suffocating you.

But she couldn’t think about it for too long as you pulled her down completely, your mouth already eagerly pleasing her. She gasped, grasping the headboard with a wanton moan.

You moaned in return, pressing your eager lips to her dripping core. Her nails dug into the solid wood, unable to stop her hips from rutting against your tongue.

Her breath picked up, eyes tightly shut before opening once more, peering at your eager little face between your thighs. If she was in the right mindset she’d compliment you-tell you how your eyes sparkled and silly things like that.

But right now? The only thought she could form was your name, spilling from her lips like a godly prayer as her cunt fluttered around your eager tongue.

Your mouth was insistent; licking her clit, pushing up into her entrance to drink up her essence. Your hands massaged her thighs, eventually moving up to cup her chest, brushing your thumbs over the pebbled skin. She gasped, hips jumping.

You picked up the pace below her, knowing she was about to reach her peak. Her thighs squeezed your face as she whined out softly,

“C-close-“ she whispered, her body taught as you continued, tongue flicking against her clit in the perfect rhythm.

Your own hand traveled lower, two fingers circling that bundle of nerves that tore a moan from your own lips, dripping with pure arousal.

She took note of this, panting softly before speaking again,

“M-Mmph my pretty girl’s getting a-all worked up huh? Fuck-you going to cum with me? C'mon..” she lightly teased, another moan slipping from her lips as her hips rutted against your face. You blinked up at her, chasing that high from the sound of her moans.

That was, until her thighs squeezed your face, hard. Her orgasm washing over her body, warmth buzzing up her back as her neck craned up towards the ceiling as she moaned your name loud and long.

Your eyes stayed open, watching her pleasured expression as she rode out her orgasm on your face. Your tongue gathered her essence, moaning openly as you tasted her. Your fingers ceased motion, too focused on her pleasure.

You didn’t stop until she rolled off of your face, laying beside your body as soft pants left her lips. You smiled, jaw aching like hell but it was so very worth it.

She glanced at you, a smile on her parted lips as she scooted closer, resting her head on your chest. Her breathing finally returned to normal and so did your own.

Your fingers found her hair again, brushing through the ebony strands as she sighed in pleasure, planting a kiss on your chest.

“Mm..love you.” She whispered against your skin, sleepily yawning before cuddling closer. Your body curled around hers, pulling the blanket back over the both of you.

“Love you too..” you murmured against her hair, shutting your own eyes.

The world could wait, because right now? This was perfection.

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dr. victor gideon treating you, his patient, for hysteria*. 

after you had thrown a fit in the lounge for residents, arguing with a head nurse that you were being gratuitously held in Rhodes Hill Clinic, you quickly found yourself being dragged through the lengthy corridors into the doctor's office. 

his office.

at your sight, victor clicked with his tongue, disappointed. he said that you hadn’t given him any other choice, but to resort to more… extreme methods in order to make you a good behaving girl patient. 

you were placed in his lap, thighs pried open by dr. gideon’s thick legs.your trousers were discarded somewhere on the floor forgotten as victor was now toying with the waistband of your cotton panties. 

— now, now dear. why don’t we do something about… that attitude. i fear there is only one solution to your condition. 

he smiled, baring the golden set of teeth.

his thick, calloused digits snuck under the hem of your underwear, pulling the elastic on the side just to snap the band against your sensitive skin at the apex of the groin. every time you squirmed away from his touch, a growing, warm bulge poked at your core from below. suddenly, victor roughly pushed your panties to the side, leaving your cunt vulnerable and the sweetest part of the flesh exposed to his amber eyes. 

dr. gideon ran his fingers gently through your folds and you bit back a high pitched whimper. Instinctively, you tried to shut your legs close, but his massive thighs were successfully keeping them open. the monstrous man toyed with your sensitive clit, before spreading the slickness all over your puffy lips. 

victor’s cabinet room was filled with the smell of his musk mixed with your arousal. his breath stenched of brandy while yours of a mint candy you ate earlier. his creme, elegant clothes under the lab coat smelt of hospital disinfectant while yours of vanilla and cinnamon. dr. gideon leant into your neck, sensing the fragrant of your blood there. he was so close, his presence almost suffocating as you couldn't hide anything from him like this.

his other palm snuck under the shirt to stroke your sternum and then finally, your breasts. he massaged one of them, tender flesh filling his palm. the cracked skin of his thumb swiped over the peak of your nipple. combined with his ministrations down there, between your legs, a coil inside your tummy was twisting and tingling.

you were about to combust as his finger circled your clit and then swiped from left to the right over the hood – you almost forgot how to breathe. the peak was approaching so quickly, too quickly for your poor mind to suppress it.

— there she is. go on, sweetheart, let go.

victor leaned back in his leather armchair, sitting comfortably, enjoying the view of a mouthy, bratty patient coming undone onto her doctor’s fingers.

the wave of overwhelming pleasure washed over you as you let out a choked moan. dr. gideon didn’t even wait for your peak to come to an end nor for you to calm down, before he pushed one of his stupidly big digits inside of your spasming, gummy walls. 

— i think your treatment is working, dear. though daily sessions are proven to be more effective in long term therapy. i shall personally look after your progress. are you feeling better now?

your mouth fell open as you tried to say something, anything. yet, he kept pumping his one– no, two fat fingers inside of your tight pussy, stretching you deliciously open. each stroke teased the spongy spot inside of your walls, causing you to shiver. each breath coming out shaky and shallowly. in that moment, you couldn’t form a thought, let alone vocalize a sentence. 

— oh poor thing… — victor tilted his head and smacked his lips. — cat got your tongue, hm? or have you gone all stupid on doctor’s gideon’s fingers? 

a mad man’s laugh filled your ears.

and he didn’t stop taunting you until a few orgasms later, when you were a spent mess, whining and nuzzling into his shoulder and tensing as another big orgasm washed over you. salty tears, overflowing pretty doe eyes, blurring your vision as victor licked the slick off his fingers with a forked tongue. 

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*Female hysteria was a historical medical diagnosis applied to women for centuries, encompassing symptoms such as anxiety, faintness, insomnia, sexual desire, and irritability.

Generally speaking, a misogynistic concept of women being emotional because not getting laid.

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Valentines Day Special Part 1/4

The Prowler (George Fraser) x Reader

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Word count: 2.5k

Note/Summary: Valentines special!! More chapters to come (for other holiday slashers 👀) but enjoy this. Mostly fluff cause I love this guy a lot and he deserves the world ❤️

He was so quiet and calculated. So swift but also so smart it nearly knocked you off your feet anytime he showed himself to you in that vintage uniform.

This man? Well, the man who’d finally opened up to you.

George Fraser was a troubled soul; he would terrorize the town in one of his old uniforms, leaving roses on dead bodies..but in the daylight he was ever the gentleman, the Avalon Bay’s very own sheriff.

But to you? He was as sweet as the New Jersey sunrise.

He spotted you a long while ago, just as sweet and innocent as can be. You wanted to give the ‘Prowler’ a proper recognition, not just that he’s some scary man who targets couples.

Because he was more than that..so much more in your eyes.

You had grown affectionate towards the older sheriff, visiting him almost daily to talk about your new findings on the ‘Prowler’, and how you were getting so close to cracking the case!

Little did you know, he was under your fingertips this whole time…

…

Tonight was Valentine’s. Nothing out of the ordinary for you nor him.

He swore to never love again. Anytime he caught the eye of a pretty girl in the Sheriff’s office he always brushed it off like it was nothing. Like he didn’t want it.

And honestly? You were the same way.

Avoiding love like it was the plague. A bad habit you knew but couldn’t help it. Your love life was shit, the men in the city were dogs..what could you do besides sit at your desk on Valentines besides flick through your notes for the 100th time?

So that’s what you did; flipping through the worn journal as your mind drifted to the sheriff.. wondering if he might’ve had a Valentine..

Well, until a knock rang through your small home.

You jumped, not at all expecting visitors at this hour.

You carefully stood, walking over to the door and peering out of the peep hole. What you saw on the other side of that door nearly made you scream.

In delight? Terror? Who knows..

A man, dressed head to toe in a World War Two soldiers garb, dawning a mosquito-net mask.

Was that..him? Why the hell was he at your doorstep tonight of all nights??

You carefully opened the door, only a crack, just in case this man was insane.

“Can I..help you?” You spoke softly, your voice hitting his ears like the first notes of his favorite sappy love song. He nearly melted at that moment, but held himself together.

He was easily a few inches taller than you, as you had to look up at the masked man.

“Ready for our date..?” he hummed, before murmuring your name. His hand outstretched, presenting a beautiful red rose. Your eyes widened that much more, a soft flush on your cheeks.

“..you shouldn’t have,” you couldn’t help but smile at him, gently taking the flower from his gloved hand and bringing the plant to your nose,

“Smells like heaven..” you hummed, gazing back up at him. He was still and quiet, hands fidgeting with the closures on his jacket. You stood there for a moment, before making a move,

“You should come in,” his head perked up, and you could almost see his shocked expression on his face.

“I know you..” you whispered, gently pulling him into your home.

Pulling a deadly killer into your home? Well, what a way to go..

He allowed himself to be pulled in, the need to kill all but forgotten on your front porch. He stumbled over his own feet, hands grasping your hips as his head dipped, nearly knocking foreheads with you.

He was beyond embarrassed, and what did you do?

You laughed. Didn’t shout, didn’t shame him for being clumsy…

You gently grasped his shoulders, holding him still.

“You okay..?” You asked softly, a small smile on your lips, thumbs absentmindedly rubbing circles onto the rough material of his jacket. He froze, not knowing what to do nor say. His fingers trembled against the fabric of your shirt, looking up at you in the fine mesh of his mask.

He finally nodded, and you could almost hear his breath release. He stood back up, looking down at you as he quirked his head to the side, questioning..

‘Why’d you let me in?’ Was probably what he’d asked, and you beaconed him into your own space…which, at this point was almost shared by him. And he didn’t even know it.

Your office smelled like fresh lilacs, sharp but sweet enough to jog his memory of when you’d made your way into the sheriff’s office, nursing two cups of coffee for him and yourself. Your perfume hitting his nose almost as fast as the dark roasted coffee did, a smile on your lips..

Damn sweet, that’s what you were.

He couldn’t help himself, gently pulling you into his arms.

You froze, eyes widening as you were mid-reach to your notes..

They could be dealt with another time..

He all but melted against your back, nuzzling his fabric covered face into the nape of your neck.

“Mm..perfect.” He murmured so quietly. And in that moment you wondered how long it had been since someone had held him, had hugged him with as much love as he did to you right now.

Your gaze softened, resting your hands upon his own gloved ones.

Gently and slowly, you guided the larger man over to the couch, laying down on your back, bringing him into your embrace.

“Can I ask you something..?” You murmured, watching him settle on top of you. He didn’t look up, just nodded before nuzzling into your chest. His helmet tipped, a quiet swear from his lips before it was dropped onto the floor with a thunk. You laughed softly, still smiling.

“You’re..the Sheriff, aren’t you?” You whispered, unable to stop your curiosity from seeping out. His entire body tensed up like a wooden board. He craned his face up, his heart rate spiking as his body wanted to flee-

Until his darting eyes finally met yours; so soft and full of affection it nearly made him cry.

“It’s..okay.” You whispered, fidgeting with the tie on his mask, silently giving him the power to keep it on or let you remove it.

“You’ve been through so much..so very much George..” you murmured softly to him. How could you not? The man before you was so broken, so lost after he returned back from the war to nothing.

And you wanted to give him everything.

“But..you don’t have to kill, Y’know..? Maybe there is someone for you.. someone who wants to make you happy, someone who wants to make you smile and laugh like a teenager again.”

“..someone who likes to bring your morning coffee just the way you like it..”

He felt tears burning his eyes at your kind words, and all he could do was hide his masked face in your warm chest. Your heartbeat thumping melodically under his ear. He didn’t move, but eventually the fabric of his mask grew damp with tears.

“C’mere..” you murmured, tilting his chin up, untying the strings of his unique mask. Before removing the fabric and setting it on your desk.

And there he was, Avalon bay’s very own Sheriff, George Fraser, crying like a baby in your arms. His salt and peppered hair was soft between your fingertips, gently coaxing him to calm, to breathe in time with yourself.

And eventually, he did.

You dried his tears with your thumbs, watching as he finally peered up from where he lay on your chest. He didn’t care, he was just happy to find someone who understood..someone who was also as lonely as he.

Maybe, he’d found his rose again..

He just looked up at you, admired how the moonlight lightened your features, how it danced across your hair. You looked like an Angel to him..something he surely didn’t deserve. But damnit if he didn’t want to deserve it.

You smiled again, fingers still brushing through his hair as you let him take his time, knowing he wanted this- needed this.

Just like you did, crazy huh?

He started to lean in first, and you couldn’t help yourself, meeting him halfway as your eyes fluttered closed.

The touch of your lips had to be the most tender touch he’d ever received. More tears dripped down his cheeks as a shaky hand cupped your neck, keeping you close.

You weren’t planning on moving anyways, too wrapped up in him. He poured all of his feelings into the kiss, unable to stop himself from doing so.

And the best part? You reciprocated. You cared. You loved him back.

And that’s all he could’ve ever asked for as he pulled back to breathe. Your eyes were still blissfully shut, lips parted as quiet breaths escaped into the subtly stuffy air between two people..

He couldn’t help but smile, rubbing his thumb into your pulse as he did it again, lips moving against your own as your hands moved to the front of his jacket. Gently and slowly unbuttoning.

It felt so very right. So good and pure.

His gloved hands moved lower, brushing up your navel, pulling a surprised sound from your lips. He smiled, taking that as a sign to continue.

And that he did.

He gently pulled your shirt off, moving his lips down your face, down to your neck as the sweetest sounds escaped your parted lips.

And he intended on doing that a lot more tonight.

“You’re..perfect.” He murmured against your heated skin, lips and tongue pressing up against your neck and collarbones. A hand found homage in his hair, keeping him close as his mouth moved back up, capturing your lips in yet another heated kiss.

Oh, you needed him badly.

As the gentleman he was, he removed your pants and underwear, gently tossing them into the puddle of clothes on the floor.

His gloved hand experimentally moved between your legs, parting your dampened folds before gently brushing against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

A soft moan fell from your lips, head leaning back in pure delight.

“Y-yes-“ you gasped, watching his face concentrate as his fingers dipped in, experimentally stretching with a part of his fingers. You gasped, nodding.

“There-do that again” you spoke, looking up at him as he continued, learning what you liked, what you did and didn’t react to..

He would make sure you got what you deserved..

And what you deserved to him apparently was the best orgasm of your damn life-head leaning back as a desperate cry of his name left your lips. His fingers never stilled; middle and ring fingers pistoning in, thumb circling your clit until your arousal soaked his dark leather gloves.

He looked down, then looked at your face again. A smile pulled at his lips, bringing his used glove to his lips for a taste.

You watched as your chest heaved with heavy breaths, thighs lightly trembling from the power of your release. He all but moaned at the taste of your release, shutting his eyes in delight as his hips rocked forward, hard against the seam of his worn pants.

You looked down at the predicament, not wasting a second to unbutton, and release him from the confines of his boxers.

He gasped at the feel of your fingers on his sensitive skin-goodness how long had it been for him..?

Wait a minute-had he ever done this?

You paused, looking up at his warm face, dusted with blush as his eyes met yours. He saw the concern written on your features and paused,

“George..have you ever done this..?” You asked softly, not rushing, not judgy, just..real. He didn’t immediately reply, swallowing down his nerves before he quietly shook his head no.

How embarrassing, an old man still a virgin. How. Pathetic.

Was what his brain chanted, waiting for you to eventually push him off, waiting for you to make fun-

But it never happened. You gently guided his face to look at you.

“Look at me, love.” You murmured,

“Do you want this..?” You asked, gently rubbing the skin of his cheek. You could tell by the way his cock leaked that he wanted it bad, but you needed that verbal confirmation.

And he loved that.

He nodded.

“I-I do..please.” He whispered, sounding almost breathless. You smiled, sitting up a bit before him.

“Lean back for me, baby.” You hummed, the nickname making him shudder. While he got settled you stripped of the rest of your clothes, bare and excited on top of the older man.

Granted, it would be the first time for you as well..but hey, at least you know the basics, right?

You watched as he stripped down. His body was toned, but soft, and to be completely honest you wanted to kiss every inch of his skin, wanted to relish his scars and marks with love.

You could tell he was getting antsy under your body as you straddled his hips. His hands wouldn’t stay still-well, not until you grasped them, placing them on your hips.

“Right there..you’ve got it.” You smiled, lifting your hips up, before sinking slowly down onto his achingly hard dick. Your eyes fluttered shut, swallowing down a whine as the stretch got the better of you.

On the other hand? He nearly came as soon as you seated yourself fully on his length. His breath came out in pants, hands gripping your hips almost bruisingly as you looked down.

You finally felt your body relax, cunt fluttering around him as he moaned out. You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips, rocking your hips against him as you leaned forward, resting your forehead to his, whispering soft praises and compliments into his ear as he whined beneath you.

‘So good..oh you feel so good to me, baby,’

‘M-Mmph right there-fuck you feel so good-‘

Your praises gave him confidence, gently moving your body on his lap. You gasped out in delight, pulling your head back to look down at him.

He looked blissed out; eyes slightly opened as his lips parted with short breaths. His eyes trained on you and only you-flicked from your face to your body, then back up again, unable to get enough.

He gazed up at you like you were his salvation, his light in the dark.

And in some parts, that was true.

He was so achingly close, so close he couldn’t vocalize anything other than his needy whines and moans. You smiled at that, picking up the pace before your feelings got the better of you.

He came so hard and fast after your orgasm washed over you nearly missed it-well, besides the sound of your name pouring from his lips like a prayer. His body tensed along with yours, spilling deep inside as his breath finally started to slow, returning to normal.

You laid atop his body, head nestled into his neck as you felt his chest even out. He relaxed, melting into the soft fabric of your sofa as the two of you embraced.

“So perfect..” he whispered, pressing a firm kiss to your hair, a smile pulling at your lips.

Maybe, letting him in wasn’t that bad of an idea after all..

…

[the-leftovers]

‘Is it a Sin?’

Reader x Pin-up girl x Scarecrow (the Strangers trilogy)

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Word count 1.3k

Notes/Summary: meow

It was something in her voice, something in her mannerisms that riled something deep in your core.

It was honestly luck she was letting you do this, pure luck Man in the Mask permitted you to as well. You knew those two had a tight bond; from the way she treated him with utmost respect to the lingering touches she graced his clothed arms with, you knew they had something going on behind the scenes.

The first time you saw her it was merely a fleeting glance as she slaughtered the neighbors. Her mask made your heart stop, something about that pale face gleaming in the dim light of the moon made you want to pursue her.

She let you, sensing something in you that excited her. She let you join the group, being their little accomplice to the killing.

And that’s where you were now; on her lap after another bloody night. You enjoyed “rewarding” her after the slaughter, loved being on her as the adrenaline coursed through your frame.

You were nearly bare, only wearing underwear and one of her jackets. Sure it had blood splattered on the denim but it was hers, senses overwhelmed with her pleasant scent.

Plus she just liked seeing you in a matching set.

You were grinding on her clothed thigh, the texture of her pants making your head spin. She watched you behind the mask, a hand laying onto your hip as her other palm cupped your cheek. Your eyes shut, mouth hanging open slightly as nearly silent whines fell from your lips.

She was so gentle with you. It was strange the first time she gently rested her forehead on your chest. You expected her to be a harsh, cold hearted, ruthless killer but instead she was just a big softy. Anytime you two were alone she had a hand on you; whether it be circled around your waist or wrapped around your torso she was always very affectionate, even going so far as to “kiss” your cheek with her mask.

This time was no different. She rubbed her thumb into your hip, moving to gently squeeze your thigh. She locked eyes with you, pulling your face down ever so gently to touch her masked face to your own. You smiled, huffing out hot breath as she moved her thigh in between your legs. You moaned out, burying your warm face into her neck.

“I-I’m close,” you whispered, mouthing at her exposed neck as she ran her delicate fingers through your hair. She matched your thrusts as you rolled your hips into her.

She enjoyed watching your face contort, loved hearing the breathy moans and sighs of her name. Someone else hidden deeper into the shadows liked it too, but he wouldn’t be making his presence known until Pinup was satisfied with you.

Your body trembled, rocking into her as your orgasm hit hard. You cried out against her neck, gripping onto her jacket for leverage as you came down from your high.

You were trembling as she held you close, resting her masked face above your own. She hummed as you calmed down, honestly wanting to kiss you through it but not wanting to break the spell that was happening. She rubbed your back, watching in the distance as someone emerged from the shadows.

Your breathing settled, finally bringing your face out of her neck before hugging her back, straddling her lap as you moved to hold her masked face in your palms. She let you, watching you smile at her.

She looked to the side, breaking eye contact as she seemed to be looking at someone else. You turned slightly, being greeted by none other than the man of the hour. He already had his gaze set on the two of you, hard against the zipper of his pants as he made his way over to the couch.

Being between these two was very rare-it was normally either one or the other taking care of you but tonight it seems as though you had gotten lucky.

Before you decided to move off of Pinup you kissed her through the mask, skin making contact with the cold plastic as she hummed. You knew it looked silly but you swore you could feel her pushing into your face. You pulled away, locking eyes with her once more before glancing at the man behind you.

You attempted to stand from Pinup’s lap but to no avail, legs shaky as she held your hands. Scarecrow watched, palming himself through the denim of his pants as he noticed your little matching set.

You let go of Pinup, tenderly kissing her knuckles as you got on your knees in front of the masked man. He put a hand on your head, making you look up at him before you unzipped his pants. You could hear his breathing catch, chest sighing in relief as you kissed his hardened length.

You licked a stripe up the underside of him, looking up into the dark voids of his mask. He groaned, a quiet sound that made you smile, knowing your simple touch made him feel good.

You loved to please him. It was so difficult to get any reactions from him but when you did it was worth it..oh so very worth it.

You doubled down, eyes half lidded as his length slipped into your mouth, moaning at the taste. He was never gentle with these things, almost instantly reaching down to grasp your hair as he thrusted his hips forward. You moned once more, choking slightly on him as you braced yourself on his thighs.

He continued to fuck your throat, looking down at you as he grunted. You heard the couch behind you creak, as if someone was getting up. Out of habit you tried to turn, promptly being put back into place by Scarecrow.

Spit was dripping from your lip as you felt gentle hands on your neck and thigh, gasping slightly. Pinup had snaked a hand to your neck, running her fingers delicately on the bottom of your chin, feeling how deep Man in the Mask really was.

Her other hand snaked between your thighs, rubbing at your sensitive clit as you moaned out, eyes fluttering shut as you ground down onto her hand.

You were overwhelmed with feeling..from the hand in your hair, his dick down your throat and her gentle fingers working you to completion..you were burning hot. He groaned above you, a raspy sound coming from behind the mask as he sped up his thrusts.

Pinup had her mask pressed against your neck, so very cold compared to the warmth of your face. Her gentle fingers sped up, rubbing you faster as your thighs squeezed around her hand. Her other hand still stroking your jaw.

He was close, picking up the pace as he leaned his head back, hips stuttering. You opened your eyes, looking up at him with a half lidded gaze as you moaned around him. He thrusted deep, thighs trembling under your touch as he came.

You were close behind, pinup still working at you as Scarecrow let you go. You moaned out, thighs shuddering as she toyed with you, hearing her soft laugh as she pressed her masked face close to you. That alone made you tip over the edge, eyes shut tight as you came.

Man in the mask watched, tilting your head slightly to look up at him as you panted, cum dribbling out of your mouth and cheeks flushed crimson. He let you go, watching how you practically melted into pinup’s arms.

She held you tight, rubbing your thighs tenderly as she sighed. She nuzzled her face into your shoulder, loving the tenderness of your touch, body still buzzing from the aftershocks.

..

Your breathing and body eventually returned to normal as you rested in her embrace. She finally took her mask off as she let you rest your head on her chest, gently playing with your hair as she hummed, enjoying the quiet before getting back into their killing..

[the-leftovers]

‘Be Thankful For It’

Reader x John Carver/Eric Newlon

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Word count: 1,794

Notes/Summary: You and John lost a lot on that fateful Black Friday..but it seemed to just bring the two of you closer..

Reader lets John crash at their place..he’s very thankful for it. (Ha I love thanksgiving wordplay)

Also my first time writing smut back in 2024..so warning for that.

You were, as he called it, John’s little accomplice.

You did what he asked and he rewarded you, to which most of the time was just a place to crash for the night. This was another one of those nights.

You lost a lot during the riot..losing friends, losing those dear to you as he did..you bonded over it. That’s why he trusted you so sincerely..so deeply

It was another successful kill, John was still high on adrenaline as he found his way to your front doorstep. He let himself in, knowing you were home by the dim light coming from inside.

You heard the door rattle, tilting your head to take in the masked figure at your door. You smiled, getting up to meet Carver in an embrace.

“Missed you dear,” you whispered into his clothed neck, kissing the underside of his chin. He still had his voice modulator on; you could tell by his raspy breath.

“I need you,” he spoke in that voice that made your knees go weak, a gloved hand finding the nape of your neck and running tenderly down it. The other hand caressing your face, moving a stray strand of hair out of your eyes.

This is how it always started; John getting his kill in only to want you afterwards.

You nodded, pushing into his advances before you responded.

“Okay,” you said quietly enough,cupping the masked face in your hands as you brought him down to your level. You gave the mask a peck where his mouth lies, pulling back with a bright smile.

He was already on you, shoving his masked face into the crook of your neck as gloved hands roamed your frame. The leather of his gloves did something for you, making you whine out at the contact almost instantly. He had one hand on your chest, groping you in earnest as the other snaked down to your thigh.

He groaned in your ear, the voice modifier making it sound a bit distorted. You drove him mad, thinking about your body as he slaughtered those unfortunate enough to fall under his wrath. This was his reward, his reward for getting the revenge he so desperately craved.

“John, Please” you whined, trying to keep yourself up as he continued to caress you. He stopped abruptly, hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He brought you to the soft cushions of the sofa as you straddled his lap.

You looked up at that pilgrim mask, strangely doing something to you as you squirmed under his gaze. He laughed, bringing a gloved hand down to your waistband.

“Do you want this?” He asked. Your face flushed at the notion, nodding slightly as you attempted to lock eyes with him.

“That wasn’t good enough,” he replied harshly, grabbing your chin and forcing your eyes to meet, the other hand still rubbing circles into your waist.

“Y-yes John,”

“Good, lay down for me dear,” he spoke, gazing at you as you made yourself comfortable on his lap, laying down so he could have easier access.

You had your head on the armrest, body in his lap. He rubbed a hand up your thigh once more, squeezing at the supple skin under his glove.

He knew you had a thing for his leather gloves, knew it drove you insane to have them run across your skin. That’s why he did it really, to please you.

He ran a hand under the band of your shorts, making contact with the bare skin of your upper thigh,

“Nothing underneath, hm,” he hummed, eyes locking back into yours as he took his hand lower.

You watched him, eying the hand in your pants as he graced your clit with his middle finger. He rubbed shallow circles, gazing once more at your face to gauge an expression.

You were already reeling, pushing your hips into his gloved hand as he added his pointer finger to the mix. He dipped lower, running his cool fingers over your wet heat.

You moaned at the contrast, eyes screwed shut as John toyed with you.

“Already so wet, just for me,” he purred as his masked face got closer to your own, gauging your reaction as he slipped a finger into you.

“Good girl,” he whispered as you moaned out. You were on the verge of coming apart from just the praise alone but held on. He rubbed at your clit, thrusting his slender fingers into your dripping core as pleasure rushed through your body. He moved his other hand to your face, tenderly moving strands of hair from your brow to watch your face contort in pleasure.

He enjoyed watching your face shift; brows knit together and cheeks flushing a beautiful crimson. His own face was burning beneath his mask but he wanted to wait to remove it, wanted to wait until you were satisfied.

You were close already, bucking your hips into his hand as he finger fucked you. His praise got heavier, gracing your ears as pure sap dropped from his lips.

“Look at how well you’re taking my fingers,” he whispered the best he could with the modulator, making a chill roll down your spine.

“Cum for me, be a good girl and cum on my hand,”

You keened, thrusting your hips up to meet his hand as you came hard. He hummed, watching your face as your breath quickened.

He rubbed you through it, making your whines even louder. He moved a hand to your face, tilting your chin tenderly to have a good look at your worn out expression.

“Mm… you’re so pretty,” He said close to your face, warm breath caressing your cheek through the hole in his mask.

You tried to catch your breath as you finally locked eyes once more with the man behind the mask. You reached up to cup his face, giggling slightly as he pushed into your palm.

“You’re so good to me John,” you purred, bringing his forehead down to touch your own.

It was a tender moment considering what he had just done to you, what he had done to so many unfortunate souls before he put his hands on you, but you cherished his gentle side. You could sense him getting antsy, attempting to get up off of his lap.

He had you across the couch once more, face resting on the soft fabric as he unzipped his coveralls. The sound alone excited you, bringing yourself closer to where he was standing.

He took a glove off, throwing it to the side as he finally stroked at his length. He let out a breathy moan, sounding even needier going through the voice changer.

‘Next time he’s being pampered,’ you thought, looking back to watch his body meet your own.

He stroked himself as his gloved hand ran up your body, groping your chest once more before he thrusted in harshly, hand landing on your waist as he groaned against the plastic of his mask.

You moaned, head leaning back as he gripped your hair. He wanted to get his fill tonight, wanted to please you.

Your whines were like music to him, thrusting into you with earnest desire to make you his.

“So good, so very good,” he groaned, picking up his pace. You bit into a cushion, muffling the noises dripping from your mouth. He had none of it, grasping your hair once more and pulling you towards himself.

“Don’t do that, I want to hear you,” he purred, hand moving from your hair to your chin. He gripped it, pointer finger slipping into your open mouth

You moaned out, body trembling as he railed you. He slowed, making sure you felt every inch of him.

“You feel so good dear,” he moaned, head leaning back as he gripped your waist tighter.

“Tell me how it feels,” he stated, bending down to your level as his pace sped up. All you could do is moan out, trying to form words as he pressed deeper.

He slowed once more, dragging his dick antagonistically slow against your sensitive walls waiting for a reply,

“S-so good John-please,” you begged, drool threatening to fall from your lip as he sped up his pace once more.

“Good girl,” he praised, making you whimper. Your body jolted, shaking as his pace quickened.

“Close-!” You whined, snapping your hips to meet his thrusts, chasing that delicious high you both desperately craved.

He bent over you, chest meeting your back as the hand he rested on your hip moved to your clit. He rubbed harshly, the skin on skin contact mixed with his weight made your head spin.

“Cum for me, be grateful for it,” he demanded, breathing in your ear.

You fell apart, body spasming as your orgasm hit hard. He was not far off; with a final deep thrust he came. He rubbed you through it once more, hand trembling as pleasure coursed through his frame.

You fell into the couch, feeling the warmth of the man behind you throughout your body as you both came down from your highs. He pulled the hand from your mouth, bringing it to wrap around your torso.

He said something into your neck that was not audible due to the modulator being shifted.

“What was that?” You asked, giggling as he groaned. He pulled away for a moment, yanking his mask off as he buried his face once more in your neck, finally placing a gentle kiss to your nape.

“That was good,” he laughed, moving his hand from your clit to wrap tighter around your body. You melted at his voice, face warming as you felt his chest heaving on your back.

“Let’s get up John,” you whispered to which he groaned once more, not wanting to get up. He held you tighter, kissing your neck as a distraction.

It didn’t work, especially with the feeling of his warm cum leaking down your thigh. You sighed, pushing up slightly.

He finally got the memo, standing up from the couch as he watched you. He brought his gloved hand to your folds, nudging them apart as he watched his cum drip from you.

You smirked looking back at him, moving out of his grasp to stand. He noticed your trembling, moving to hold you bridal style in his arms.

“You’re so strong,” you purred, bringing his face to your own to kiss his stubbly cheek. He chuckled, bringing you to the bathroom to freshen up.

…

He had his face buried in your chest, snoring softly as you combed your fingers through his hair. It had turned out to be a pretty good night for both of you; you sure knew you were thankful…

[the-leftovers]

Kinktober day 31 - Rough Sex

Reader x the Creeper (Jeepers Creepers)

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Warnings: rough..per the prompt

Word count: 310

Notes: last day!! Yay!!

“Fuck-!” You yelped, whining out pathetically at the feel of him pinning you to the countertop.

Your ‘mate’ had returned from a feasting, and now wanted his desert..

He held you down, nosing at your neck as clawed hands ripped off your shorts and panties. His cock was already hard, so aroused from just the mere thought of you.

He wasted no time, inching in quick and rough. You cried out, head leaning back as your eyes screwed shut. He practically pounded into you, growling in your ear as he thrusted so fucking deep you swore he was in your guts.

He pressed his stomach to your back, rolling his hips with each deep thrust. All you could do was take it, moaning and whining under him as he took your aching cunt.

He was so dominant, so fucking hot and hard on top of you. It was intense; his face pressing into your neck, dick so far inside of you, hands grasping whatever soft skin they could reach..he was ruining you.

You came so hard and fast he didn’t even have time to stop. Your body trembled with aftershocks as he just kept going. He was chasing his high, still fucking you so hard.

You cried out, moaning his name so loud you swore it echoed. He kept it up, getting close. You could tell by how his thrusts got messier, more uncoordinated.

He finally came, thrusting in once, twice, before emptying inside. It was so fucking hot, you cried out again, coming hard on his twitching dick.

He stayed there for a moment or so, regaining his bearing. You were mush under him, panting softly as your shared arousal dripped down your thigh.

He shut his eyes, breathing in your intoxicating scent, a soft rumbly purr vibrating in his chest as he lay atop your worn body..

…

[the-leftovers]

Kinktober day 30 - Mirror Sex

Reader x Jack Torrance

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Warnings: none

Word count: 250

Notes: one day left !

“That’s it sweetheart..look at your pretty face as I fuck this pussy deep.” He growled above you, forcing your face to look at the mirror in front of the bed.

You were on your hands and knees, ass presented up to him as he fucked you so good. Your eyes were rolled back, mouth slightly agape as his rough hand held your chin in place, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror on your dresser.

Your mind was mush, set on nothing but the pure pleasure rumbling through your frame. He kept up the pace, thrusting in so deep you could feel him in your guts.

“That’s a good fuckin girl..taking everything your daddy gives you.” He groaned into your ear, rutting his hips even deeper.

You cried out in pure pleasure, looking up at him through the mirror. He looked so hot above you, claiming you so fucking good.

“Come for me, come on my cock babygirl.” He growled. Deep claiming thrusts into your slick pussy as you came so hard your vision went white. He wasn’t that far off as well, hips stuttering as you came.

He kept it up, chasing his high with more grunts and growls, pulling out and finishing on your back. You practically melted into the bed, worn and panting.

He smirked, rubbed your back.

“That’s a good little girl..lookin so beautiful under me.” He purred, brushing your hair from your brow, looking at your closed eyes, parted lips..

…

[the-leftovers]

Kinktober day 29 - Tentacles

Reader x Art the clown

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Warnings: none

Word count: 582

Notes: random ahh headcanon I came up with a while ago..

Art certainly wasn’t like..normal men.

Hell, he was practically a demon at this point. From the beady pupils, unnatural smile, and the fact he couldn’t be killed. He was a walking mystery, something you desperately wanted to figure out for yourself.

So that’s what you did. And he grew to trust you..somehow.

That all came to a head when he first started getting rather..affectionate. He would purr, nuzzle his nose into your neck and breathe in deep. It was almost like he was marking you in a way, marking you as his.

One night he got a bit more bold; wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you in, licking the shell of your ear as you laughed, just thinking he was playing around.

That was until you felt something wriggle against your ass.

You froze, eyes widening as you looked back at him. He grinned, jutting his hips forward.

“Art..?” You asked almost cautiously. He nodded slowly, eyes half lidded as he licked his dark lips.

He pulled back, nearly ripping off his costume before you could even register what he was doing. You looked at his body as he did so; noting how pale his skin was, how thin he was. Then your eyes trailed even lower..down to where you thought his dick should lay.

A whole black slimy tendril slithered against his stomach, his own arousal coating his v-line and thighs.

Your face darkened with blush as you looked down, then back up at his face, then down again.

“A-art..” you stuttered out, unable to pull your own clothes off fast enough. He laid back, knowing you’d be eager enough to get him off.

You scooted over to him once you pulled your own panties off. He made a dramatic show of that; eyes wide, mouth agape as he pulled you in, straddling his lap. You giggled, leaning down and placing a firm kiss on his lips.

The tentacle rubbed against your ass, trailing its sticky slick over your skin. You gasped, looking back. Art grabbed your face, smashing his lips back into yours. Your eyes fluttered shut once more as his tongue tangled with your own, drawing a moan from your lips.

His length seemed to have a mind of its own, rubbing against your dripping cunt in slow, calculated circles..just a tease. You leaned your hips into it, catching it on your entrance.

A loud, almost slutty moan dripped from your lips into his as you seated yourself onto his appendage. His eyes rolled back, mouth agape again as he silently moaned.

You eagerly rocked your hips, feeling the slimy length prod at your walls. He bucked his hips up, meeting each of your greedy thrusts as you rode his dick.

Soft moans and whines fell from your lips, panting hard against his mouth as you rolled your hips, feeling the tentacle slither and twitch within. You weren’t going to last long, not when he was fucking into you so good-

He picked up the pace, appendage writhing within your dripping walls as he fucked you so good you saw stars. Whines left your lips as you clenched around him, coming harder than you ever have on your own.

He keened, silently gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut. He pulled out before he came-inky black fluid staining your stomach and chest.

You panted, a smirk on your lips as you looked down at him, already thinking about round two…

…

[the-leftovers]

Kinktober day 28 - Size Kink

Reader x Thomas Hewitt/Leatherface

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Warnings: subtle crying..

Word count: 652

Notes: :p

Tommy was so much bigger than you. From the day the two of you met he was always so careful and considerate of his size, knowing deep down he never wanted to hurt you.

So when you sat yourself on his lap, pressing kisses to his unmasked face, he knew deep down you wouldn’t be able to take him. He kissed your soft lips, holding your hips with his massive hands as your needy little core ground down against his boxers.

Soft whines fell from your lips as you pulled back, looking up at him. He looked down at your face, noting that look in your eyes.

He trailed a hand down, fingers grazing your core as his pointer pressed in to the second knuckle, curling and drawing a moan from your lips. He added another, thrusting in and out, wanting to make you come so hard you saw stars-

That was until you backed away, pulling yourself off of his fingers. He was confused, before you murmured quietly.

“I..I want to feel you.” You whispered, eager hands pulling on his boxers. He froze, looking down at you. He knew he was thick-thick and long. His eyes glanced from his obvious bulge to your face.

He let you pull down his boxers, eagerly tossing the fabric to the side as you looked down at him. A smile pulled at your lips, wrapping your fingers around him and stroking. He nearly choked on a groan as his hips bucked into your hand, chasing that delicious pleasure.

You pulled your fingers back, looking up at him once more. His chest heaved with breath, watching as you raised your hips, positioning over him. His eyes widened, hands grasping your waist as you sank down.

A sharp gasp fell from your lips, hips stilling as you attempted to get used to the stretch. Your eyes were sealed shut, hands grasping his shoulders as you went down another inch, then another, until you were seated on his length.

You couldn’t help the pained tears that pricked your eyes, sitting still and adjusting. Fuck was he big.

He carefully held your face, littering your skin with soft pecks. He knew you could take it, you just needed to adjust.

He rocked your hips with his hand, drawing a soft moan from your lips. Your eyes fluttered open after he kissed away your tears, looking up at him as his thumb circled your clit.

Another moan fell from your lips as he stimulated the sensitive nub, making you roll your hips into him. He groaned, thrusting up into you.

He set a gentle pace, slow enough that you could stop him if you needed to. You didn’t even think about that, rocking your hips into him as he nearly speared you open. He was so deep-it felt as though he was in your fucking guts.

He never ceased, chasing that delicious high as you moaned and whined atop him. His thumbs rubbed your hips, watching you, letting his breath fan over your blissed-out face.

You came so unexpectedly hard around him you nearly screamed in pleasure, head leaning back as you rutted your hips against him, drawing it out.

He finished soon after, groaning out and burying himself to the hilt. The two of you stayed still for a moment, panting, trying to regain your bearings.

Tommy opened his eyes first, gazing at your closed eyelids and parted lips, the flush of your cheeks and the sweat on your brow. He was so utterly in love with you at this moment it nearly killed the man.

You leaned in, searching out his lips again and he complied. Soft lips finding his as he gently lifted you off of him, pulling you down into his embrace to snuggle up.

He knew you’d be sore in the morning, and he would be more than happy to make you feel better…

…

[the-leftovers]

Kinktober day 27 - Clones

Reader x Beetlejuice

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Warnings: none

Word count: 900

Notes: imagine..double the beetlejuice..damn

You had been in a terrible mood almost all day; work was hell, a grueling headache wracked your brain, it was raining..everything was working against you.

So as you unlocked the front door to your home, walking in and listening to the almost deafening silence, you almost relaxed. Key word: almost. Beetlejuice was your partner, and hearing the home so silent made you nervous.

You kicked your shoes off, walking around the seemingly empty home.

“Beejay?” You called out, before hearing some shuffling down the hall.

“In here, sweetheart!” A voice rang out. That was..odd. It sounded almost like two voices overlapping each other. You raised a brow, walking down the hall towards your shared bedroom.

Walking in you froze, looking at your bed.

There lay two almost exact copies of your partner, both nearly bare besides their boxers. Your face burned with blush at the sight.

“Uh..what’s going on?” You questioned, looking between the two. The one whom you presumed was your Beetlejuice spoke up, a smirk on his lips.

“I saw you had a rough day, thought I’d bring along a friend to help you relax.” He purred, gently coaxing you to sit on the bed. The clone scooted in behind you, hands resting on your shoulders as he rubbed his thumbs into the tense muscle.

You relaxed a bit, looking into the eyes of your Beetlejuice. He looked sincere, his voice sure seemed as though. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, cheek, before finally soothing your trembling lip with his own. You shut your eyes, leaning into him without a second thought.

The clone continued to massage your shoulders, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his cool breath fanned over your heated cheek. You nearly melted at that alone, slumping forward into your Beetlejuice as the clone held fast to your shoulders.

“Woah babes..don’t go melting on us yet,” he chuckled, moving his hands to the front of your shirt. Careful hands undid the buttons to your blouse, letting the fabric fall off of your shoulders.

Beetlejuice’s tongue mingled with yours, taking away all that stress, all those anxieties for the coming days. He made your mind mush, and that’s what you needed. You needed to be taken care of at this moment.

The clone unclasped your bra, letting the fabric fall from around your chest and pool to the floor with the rest of your clothes. You gasped, pulling a string of saliva from Beejay’s lips. He panted softly, looking up at you.

“Lay back, I’m not done yet..” he purred, watching as you complied. You now laid almost cuddled up with his clone; his eyes sparkling with admiration as he leaned down for a kiss-a subtle distraction from Beetlejuice taking your pants off.

You moaned softly into his mouth as the latter pulled off your panties, leaving you bare on the sheets. Your legs were parted, upper body resting on the clone as the two of you made out. Beetlejuice smirked, rubbing calloused hands up your thighs.

“Such a good girl, look at you.” He purred, leaning in. You gasped against the clone’s lips, pulling back for a moment as Beetlejuice practically dove tongue first into your dripping cunt. His nose nudged your clit, tongue swiping out against your slit. A loud moan fell from your lips, urging one out of his clone.

His lips pressed to yours once more, drawing more small moans and whines from your lips. All you could do was lay there, taking everything that was handed to you by the two men. They knew your body so well, so well it was almost scary.

Beetlejuice feasted, fucking his tongue deep enough to rub against that spot that made you see stars. His nose nudged your sensitive clit, unable to stop the grunts and growls from escaping his lips.

You moaned out, body lax and soft under the two men. The clone pressed more kisses to your face, whispering quiet praise as he watched your expression change from pleasured to straight up loving. He held your sides, rubbing the warm skin as a pleasant smile pulled at his lips.

“So damn good, you’re so beautiful.”

“You look so perfect all spread out for him. He’s enjoying this so much.”

“Your lips taste divine, I need another-“ he purred, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours once more. Another filthy moan left your lips. So close to that delicious edge, so close you could nearly taste it-

“Come for me sweetheart.” Beetlejuice commanded between your legs. And you did just that; hips stuttering as another loud moan escaped your lips. His clone drank up the noise, swallowing it down along with your spit.

Neither of them stopped until you were a trembling mess. Beetlejuice sat up between your legs; face messy and dripping with your arousal as his counterpart pulled away from your kiss-swollen lips.

They both looked down at you, admiring how hot you looked after being so wrecked. They knew they couldn’t do anything else tonight..you needed your rest.

So the two of them cleaned up, gently maneuvered your body under the covers and cuddled up; your head lay on beetlejuice’s chest, his clone holding your hips as his face buried into your hair. Both of them purred almost like cats, so warm and comfy in your bed..

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[the-leftovers]

Kinktober day 26 - Dry Humping

Reader x Beetlejuice

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Warnings: none

Word count: 489

Notes: part 2 of 2 :)

He moved slowly, precisely; laying on top of you as you reclined on the couch. He straddled a thigh, leaning in and capturing your lips with his own.

You kissed him back, cupping his face as his arms encircled your waist. A soft moan fell from your lips as he rocked his hips, unable to stop the way his arousal pitched in his pants.

You moved your leg in return, feeling the vibrations from his moan nearly rattle your tongue. He was chasing his release, already so worked up from seeing you in such revealing clothes. It wouldn’t take him long at all to finish at this rate.

He pulled back, panting as he rubbed more firmly against your thigh. Looking down at you, he was so blissed out, already so close to coming.

“Come for me..show me how much you want me.” You purred, capturing his lips once more. He outright whined, shutting his eyes and coming so hard in his pants he stilled. His breath was hot against yours before he inched down.

He pulled off your shorts, delving in tongue first into your dripping cunt. You didn’t even have time to react, gasping out loud as you grasped his hair.

“Beetlejuice-!” You yelped, before his name was nothing but a throaty moan. Your head leaned back, hips arching up off of the bed as he ate you out like a man starved.

He never slowed, never ceased as his hands gently massaged your thighs, opening his eyes to look up at you. You looked down at him, nearly finishing from the look in his eyes. He was hungry, downright sinful between your legs.

He kept it up, wanting you to come on his tongue so badly. His slippery muscle prodded your entrance, flicking against your clit after every sigh and moan from your pretty little lips. His tongue thrusted in, and out, collecting your essence and drinking it down like the finest wine.

Another loud moan fell from your lips as you fell back down. Reaching your peak as his tongue lay square on your clit.

He drank up everything, licking until your hips jumped with overstimulation. He pulled back, panting hard with your essence dripping down his stubbly chin. You smiled, cupping his cheek and bringing him in for another soft kiss.

He smiled, leaning in and licking into your mouth, letting you have a taste of your own arousal.

“Love you.” He murmured, taking in one last taste before pulling back.

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The two of you cleaned up; showering, tossing the dirty clothes in the wash, before ultimately laying in bed.

Beetlejuice was now curled up on your chest, purring contently as his fingers traced absentminded circles on your side.

“You should wear those shorts more often, hot stuff..” he murmured sleepily, eyes already threatening to shut as his breath slowed. A smile pulled at your lips, knowing you’d be holding onto that promise.

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[the-leftovers]

Kinktober day 25 - Short Shorts

Reader x Beetlejuice

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Warnings: none

Word count: 571

Notes: part 1 of 2

You knew how much the resident ‘ghost with the most’ was infatuated with you..especially your legs and supple thighs.

So when you found some booty shorts in pure black at the thrift you knew you needed to treat him for once. He’d seen you naked, sure, but this was different.. you were showing off his favorite part of you for once.

And boy, you knew he’d be absolutely thrilled.

So here you sat at home, lounging on the couch with a book in hand, booty shorts hugging your curves in all the right ways; snug around the waist, loose around your thighs. Hell, the fabric only hung about a quarter ways down your thigh..

And just like that the nosy demon walked through the bedroom door, sporting some relatively comfy looking clothes instead of his usual suit and slacks. He smirked, looking at your nose shoved in a book,

“Hey, hotstuff..” he purred, trailing off as his gaze lingered lower, undead cheeks burning with blush. He looked at your face, then your legs, then your face again.

“Where’d you get those? I need some,” he teased, hands fidgeting nervously in front of himself. You put your book down before you noticed something..You’d never seen him like this; fidgety, quiet and blushing like a madman. He didn’t even act this nervous during your first time..was he that affected by your thighs?

You didn’t even get time to think about it. He was now kneeling before you on the carpeted floor, gently maneuvering your thighs over his shoulders. A gasp fell from your lips, looking down at him, your face warmed tenfold. He looked almost like a damn puppy, eager and waiting for a treat. His hands roamed your soft skin, fingertips pressing into the supple flesh before his lips littered your thighs.

You couldn’t help the gasp that fell from your lips, unable to pry your eyes away from the sight before you. He looked so..loving at this moment. As if he wanted to worship the ground you walked upon-well, as if he practically didn't do that already.

He continued to press kisses to your thighs, murmuring sweet nothings into your skin as he rubbed his thumbs over your calves. He was practically drunk off of you. From your smell, your taste..everything.

You smiled, leaning down and running fingers through his hair. He nearly whimpered from the attention, leaning into your hand. You looked down lower, looking at how he was straining against the seam of his pants. You leaned back into the couch, squeezing your thighs around his face.

He outright moaned, pressing his lips to the soft skin again and sucking, drawing a dark hickey into the flesh. Your face warmed with blush at the sight, gently pulling his head back to look down at him.

He looked straight up dazed; lips slightly parted, eyes unfocused but trained on yours, hands still holding your legs apart as his own arousal stayed prominent in his pants.

“..you’re affected this much by me in shorts?” You asked, just a tease. He nodded without a doubt, looking up at you as he licked his lips again.

“I..I want more.” He spoke. The way he spoke was not like Beetlejuice at all. He sounded soft, almost submissive..

“You can have more..” you replied, letting go of his hair and watching him stand up…

To be continued: Day 26

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[the-leftovers]

Kinktober day 24 - Car Sex

Reader x Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Warnings: none

Word count: 688

Notes: meow

He had been touchy all night.

From fleeting grasps of your hand in the craft store to touching your thigh under the table at the restaurant he had decided on. Not to mention you had already been pent up on pure arousal from the sight of him dressed up for ‘date night’.

He had planned it all; down to matching his tie to your outfit. He was a sweetheart sure, but a tease along with it.

After your date you couldn’t get into the car quick enough, eagerly slipping into the passenger seat as he did the same in the driver’s seat. The two buckled up, Dale drove. It was a peaceful quiet, until Dale moved his hand to your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh as his hand moved up under the hem of your dress.

A gasp fell from your lips, looking over at him. He continued to drive his sleek station wagon, a small smile on his lips.

“Did you enjoy that place, Little Angel..?” He asked softly, acting like his hand wasn’t close enough to brush against the fabric of your panties. You cleared your throat before replying.

“Yeah, it was nice.” You smiled softly, resting your hand atop his; not trying to stop him, just wanting to feel his skin on yours. He rubbed his thumb into your skin, listening to the low radio, the wind whipping outside the window.

The drive was quiet after that; just small talk and more rubs and squeezes to your thigh. Until the two of you got home.

Dale parked the car, and before he could even pull out the key you were on him, pressing a kiss to his plush lips as you straddled his hips on the driver’s side. A surprised gasp fell from his lips, before he kissed you back; hands splayed on your back as his tongue traced the seam of your lips.

A soft moan fell from your mouth, lips parting for his greedy tongue to slip inside. You ground your hips down onto his, unable to help the soft roll as arousal warmed your body.

He pulled back after a moment, panting against your lips as his baby blues looked up at you.

“You are..ethereal. Little Angel.” He murmured, moving a hand down to unbutton his pants. You bit at your bottom lip, hiking up your dress, letting the fabric hang around your upper abdomen. He freed his aching arousal, watching as you pulled your panties to the side and lined up.

You couldn’t get him inside of you fast enough, inching yourself down onto his twitching cock. He moaned out, a high pitched whimper falling from his lips as you bottomed out, so fucking aroused by him you didn’t need time to adjust.

You moaned as your hips rolled against him, drinking in every single one of his whines of pure delight. His hands rested on your sides, your dress draped around the two of you-almost concealing the absolutely sinful act happening in the front seat of his car.

“A-Angel-“ he stuttered over his words, so close already to that delicious climax. You hadn’t even been on him for a good few minutes and he was already reeling; reeling from your tight cunt, the way your body catered to him so effortlessly, the way you downright loved him.

He came so hard you didn’t even have time to process it, his hips jumping up into yours as he finished deep inside. He moaned out loud, a quivering voice filling your ears as you wrapped your arms around his neck, rutting against him until you met your own delicious high.

You panted against his neck, littering his pale skin with kisses as soft ‘I love you’s drifted through the air. He smiled, shakily holding you close as the two of you recouped after your time.

He pressed loving kisses to your face and hair, murmuring softly,

“You okay, little Angel?”

“Yes Dale,” you replied with a nod and a smile, a yawn escaping your lips as you continued to sit on his lap.

Tonight was about to be a long one..

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