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short circuit.

vincent sinclair x reader | sfw |

rat chat : alright let’s see if i still got it. this is just a little thing about you and vince having a tender, sweet moment. hope you enjoy!!

vincent’s fingers curled tighter around the pen, a slight tremble to his hand. his skin felt tingly; the sensation of soft static running up and down his spine, and along his arms. it made him uncomfortable, it made him squirm and twist in his seat, but it also created electric surges in his tendons. he liked the way it made his pen jolt across the page as he sketched out the wax figures strewn across his desk. he liked the way it made his muscles twitch.

it was all because of you.

every little shock to his system was a reminder that someone was watching, looking over his shoulder and gazing down at him as he worked. your eyes traced up and down his skin, shooting those little beams of electricity into his nerves and making him overheat. it was your fault he was like this, so full of energy, so alive. with every scrape of his pen across the page, and every new bit of ink smudged to create shadow, he was reminded of you - his muse and his audience.

a hand landed down on his shoulder, and it made him jump. you had been standing over him for a bit, watching him draw in a comfortable but thick silence. he never complained when you did so. he wouldn’t shoo you away or hide his work, at least not anymore. he liked to feel you linger. but, you tended to keep a bit of space. this was a bold move.

he straightened up a bit under your touch, his hand stopping to hover over the paper. you leaned closer, your gaze still trained on the sketches littering the page.

“don’t stop. i just wanted to get a better look.” your breath puffed softly against his neck. it was nothing, just little breaths slipping out between vowels, and yet a surge ran through his back. he gripped his pen tight, pressing it down to the paper firmly but unmoving. he felt embarrassed. it was just breathing, everyone breathed. why did you have to do it so close to his skin, though? why did you have to watch him so intently, and speak so softly, and press so closely…

“y’know, the way you draw is mesmerizing…” your voice was so hushed, so soft, with so much admiration. it pulled him down from his thoughts, grounding him to you. he could barely feel your hand running down his arm, tracing along his veins, then stopping to rest at the back of his own. you opened your hand, palm up, as if expecting something. he had learned how to read you, at least a bit, and so he discarded his pen and placed his hand over top of yours. you hummed a sound of agreement, as if he had chosen the correct option. you opened up your fingers, splaying them apart, and he did the same. you chuckled. your fingers barely reached his third knuckle, your palm three quarters the size of his own. it disappeared underneath him. you disappeared underneath him.

“you have such a gentle touch. you’re so skilled with your fingers. you’re so talented,” you praised. he felt his insides turning to liquid. his cheeks were starting to burn, and he wondered if his mask would start to slip from melting away. you slipped your palm from underneath his own, flipping it so you could run your fingertips along his fortune lines. he wondered, if in all your wisdom and light, you could see what his future held.

vincent let out a heavy breath through his nose. he tried to look at you through the side of his mask’s eyeholess, but all he could make out was a tuft of hair and a bit of skin. he didn’t dare turn his head. if he moved, he might frighten you, and you’d run away like a scared deer. he was sure of it. why wouldn’t you run from him?

as you continued to inspect him, you tilted your head to the side inquisitively, bumping your head into his temple. such a gentle touch, paired with being so charged from being so close, made him twitch slightly in reaction. you, in turn, jumped, and straightened up a bit, hand pulling quick back up to his shoulder.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to distract you. i just thought you deserved a compliment,” you said sheepishly. “continue. i’ll just watch.”

he could feel your touch lightening, and it frightened him. without thought, he reached back, grabbing your wrist and planting it back on his body. your breath hitched, he could feel the small puff of air against the top of his head. he wondered if you looked surprised. he wondered if you looked scared. worry bubbled in the pit of his stomach, and he released his now trembling grasp. he instead moved to rest his hand gently over yours, almost chaste with how light he touched you. you had an option to go. you could take it.

“vincent…?” his name was so soft on your lips. as he turned towards the sound, his world was becoming a blur. one moment he was facing forward in the desk, staring down one of his smaller figures, and the next he was facing you, his hands sliding up the sides of your legs and over your hips. he wasn’t thinking. his brain was foggy, his eyes clouded over with an odd, hungry look. it wasn’t a strong look, more of a weakened, starved, pleading sort of gaze. “vincent, your hands…” he glanced down, surprised to find that he had slipped his digits under your shirt, smoothing them over the static tickling between each of your skins. It made him purr, or the equivalent to it.

you smoothed a hand through his hair, pushing it from his face so you could study his face. he seemed so desperate to take, and yet so hesitant to move. he just rubbed circles into the side of your stomach, never taking his gaze away from your middle.

“hey, you okay? i feel like you’re short-circuiting here.” you softly chuckled, finally relaxing underneath his touch. he could feel your muscles loosen under his grip. he felt his own shoulders slump just a little. he hadn’t even realized how on edge he must have looked.

to your question, he nodded, pulling you closer so that he could wrap his arms gently around your waist. you leaned into him, allowing him to embrace you. he engulfed you. he held you tight, cocooning you against his body. there was nothing to protect you from, and yet he felt the need to protect.

he rubbed his cheek against the middle of your chest, once again letting out his deep rumble of a purr. he sounded content. you were quite enjoying the situation too. usually, vince was towering over you, looking at you through his dark, messy hair and that mask’s dim eyeholes. but, like this, with him peering up at you so adoringly, you could see the details of the wax, and his dilated pupils filled with admiration. it sent heat through your body. no one had ever looked at you like this. it was so warm, so precious. and the way he leaned against you was so tender, and yet between the both of you, it felt like you were melting together.

you brushed some of his locks from his face, making him turn his gaze completely up towards you, instead of peeking out from your skin. you smiled, and it felt like a ray of sun to vincent. he leaned up, reaching out to cup your face and pull you down towards him. you couldn’t help but cut the tension with a tender giggle, pressing soft kisses to the lips and cheeks of his mask. he sighed softly, continuing to hold your chin in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks as if sculpting your face itself.

“you’re so sweet, y’know that?” you cooed, finally ending your small borage with a kiss on his nose. “talented and tender, a real package.” you patted his shoulders gently, and he lightened up his grip from your face. you were so soothing. he sunk back in his chair a bit, and you slipped to stand between his legs. “so…? you wanna keep drawing…? maybe this time i can sit in your lap…?” you asked, almost coy in the way you spoke.

his eyes widened a little, and he nodded. he was lucky he had the mask on. the smile he wore was almost embarrassingly big.

#slasher x reader #slashers #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair

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I KNOW IVE BEEN ABSENT BUT HERE TAKE THIS

#thomas hewitt #leatherface #texas chainsaw massacre #art #artists on tumblr #big boy

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*weeping* oh gosh….i just read the birthday ask for Billy…..IT MADE ME CRY!!!!!! *slams fists on the floor* PAIN!!! SO MUCH HURTY HURT HURY IN MY HEART!!!!!!! It literally brought me to tears, I kept trying to breathe and not make any sounds of suffering, but the more I read and the more my eyes were getting blurry and burning, well, everything I just had to like, wail cause GEEZ, GEEZ!!! This all means it was beautiful and full of heart and feelings and emotions and it bloody moved me and also hurt me but also touched me but also hurt me but also MOVED ME BUT ALSO-

I’m so glad that people enjoy my writing. and I’m also so glad i can make people suffer with it. y’all only fuel my sadism, and it’s cute, so thank you.

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you r my absolute favorite Brahms writer you just get him so perfectly i can’t

I AM SO SURPRISED BECAUSE I AM ALWAYS SO VERY WORRIED I AM NOT DOING BRAHMS RIGHT???

i never wanna make him too childish, because he’s an adult man and he knows and is fully aware of the things he’s doing, despite it maybe being through a different lens in his head. but also??? he’s just kind of a weirdo, and i feel like he’d be some giggly trickster rat man who scurries through your walls and snags your things and then leaves you weird gifts. as someone who likes bugs and critters, it would be great!!

this is just such a nice compliment, thank you, bubby

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Thoughts on Adam Stanhighet from Saw 1

never really got into the saw movies, so i didn’t know what i was getting into but????

HELLO?? HES KINDA BABY GIRL??? HES KINDA GIVING ME “would steal your hoodies and they’d come back only once they’re tattered and worn from being used all the time”

DUNNO WHO THIS IS BTW. DUNNO CHARACTER, DUNNO STORY, all i know is that he looks like the equivalent of making a feral raccoon your cherished pet, and that truly is my type of man.

like i wanna smoke a joint with him and put it out on him in the shape of a little heart and then kiss his booboos better.

i’ll introduce him to bad 2000’s electro pop music, and blow his fucking mind. i’ll burn a cd for him consisting of the top venga boys songs, i don’t care. he’s cute, he looks like he’d do anything for good puss and a warm hug. i like him. 10/10 anon thanks for introducing me

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I’m really sorry i’ve been absent, the holidays + school stuff have been kicking my butt!! I’m hoping to get back into writing in the next month or so. just know i haven’t forgotten about all of you, and i love you, and i hope you have a great new years!!!

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the genuine joy i feel when i am completely worn out, no motivation, zero social battery, all that- and i write something random because i feel like i have to, and I’m worried and stressed because if i put it out and it isn’t good, i’ll feel guilty. to feel ALL THAT. and then post something and it immediately gets a hundred likes and reblogs and all that jazz is very fucking nice feeling. it’s just reassuring that I’m not a complete HACK. i might still be, i don’t know, but it feels nice. so thank you. you made this rat so so happy. people don’t talk to me a lot here for some reason, so getting that kind of reassurance in some way is wicked.

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2. thigh job

thomas hewitt x fem!reader | nsfw |

thomas was a gentle giant. that is to say he was too gentle, and, in some ways, too giant.

you had discovered this first hand. you were always very patient with tommy, not ever wanting to rush him, and so after months of flirting and somewhat innocent fooling around, you two had fallen into a place where you could… indulge yourself.

you liked that thomas was bigger than you. in that moment, when he was trapping your body underneath his and pressing his erection against your inner thigh, you could feel how strong he was. he could crush you. the weight of just his belly pressed into your torso, and his chest heaving as he grunted with each dry thrust into your skin showed that. if he got too carried away he could suffocate you. it filled you with excitement seeing him like that, so uninhibited and forgetful of himself. part of you wanted him to get truly lost in it all, so you could feel him relax all of himself on top of you, and squeeze the air out of your lungs.

it was going so well. he was sensitive from neglect, not ever having someone so soft and sweet touching him so gently, and with every stroke of his leaking cock against your warm leg, he was whining. the sound was low and grumbly, and sent shivers down your spine. it felt right to have him over you like this, grinding into you like some desperate dog. you were just as excited as he was, maybe even more, and with some coaxing you had convinced him to slip inside you.

that was, unfortunately, somewhat of a mistake. the arousal dripping in between you two couldn’t make up for the lack of prep, and someone of thomas’ size needed a bit of help fitting into someone like you. to say the least, the ordeal had ended with thomas near crying that he had hurt you, and you having to clean up a bit of blood while reassuring him that your soreness would go away with time.

he hadn’t touched you again for awhile. he was worried he would hurt you. it was the last thing he wanted to do, and you both knew that. it wasn’t even intentional when he had. you were both running off of adrenaline, and made a small mistake. you knew it was nothing to worry about, that next time it could be fixed with some lube and bit more communication- but, thomas was new to this. he didn’t understand that there were second chances to this sort of thing. even if there were, he didn’t know if he was deserving of one.

it took you months to convince him it was ok to touch you again, and a bit longer to coax him into letting you use your mouth on him. you could tell in the way he melted when you kissed along his shaft, and filled your mouth with his girth that he was pent up and needed more, but he would never admit it. you needed to guide him out, to show him that it was ok.

that’s what lead you to today.

it had been a rare cold night in texas. winter was coming in quick, making the days sunny but the nights below freezing. you and thomas were bundled up in some soft blankets, watching one of the many christmas reruns that were beginning to play on every channel. though, neither of you were paying much attention. even without conversation filling the air, you two always found a way to be distracted by each other.

you were sat comfortable atop tommy’s lap, back to his chest, and head leaned back into the crook of his neck. you felt each rise and fall of his breath, and smiled every time he chuckled at the shenanigans on screen. he wasn’t truly paying attention to any of it, though. his hands were running up and down your sides, going from your hips to down along your outer thighs, and running all the way back up. it left hot streaks along your skin. no matter how many times you felt his rough, work-worn hands on you, it still made you feel hot and flustered.

at the next run of thomas’ hand along your skin, you squirmed a bit in his lap. the movement must have surprised him, because his digits stopped just short of your waist. he let out a soft sigh, shifting himself in his seat, before settling again. a small grin crept up to your lips, and you leaned further back into him, pulling the blankets tighter around you both as well. for a moment, neither of you moved, but he quickly resumed his previous rhythm. this time, he lightened his touch, keeping his digits barely above your body as he ran them up along your stomach and back down towards your knees. once again, you wiggled a bit in his lap, listening to him gasp softly.

in response, thomas sat up, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you in close to him. his head dipped down to press his cheek to yours.

“what’s up, big guy?” you cooed, feigning innocence. you knew the light grinding against him had stirred something up, but you liked when he admitted it in his own way.

you got a bit of what you wanted when a low sound rumbled from his throat, and he pressed his hips up into your butt. you could feel his growing erection. it didn’t take much for him to get going, especially after years of barely anything physical. it was charming to you, and only made you want to play with him more.

you pressed your hips back down against him, humming softly. “do you want something?” you asked, rolling your hips lightly down against the bulge in his pants. he growled yet again, squeezing you tighter against his own body, and hiding his face in the divot between your neck and shoulder. “come on, you can’t just hide. what do you need from me?”

the words pulled some confidence out of thomas, as one of his hands slid from your middle to the waist band of your pants, dipping past the elastic and towards your warmth. it made you gasp, squirming slightly at the touch. he made it obvious what he wanted as his fingers grazed over your mound, not daring to dip down towards your clit just yet. he needed permission; a rule he made all on his own, and one he stuck by.

you smirked a bit, overlapping his hand with your own. such a cold day like this, you would’ve liked for him to sit inside of you, and fill up your walls with his hot, throbbing cock. if you didn’t know about his hesitances, you would’ve already sat yourself down on him, and cock-warmed him until he couldn’t take it, and had to pin you down to whatever surface he could reach. you knew he wouldn’t agree to it, though, not just yet. but… you could try for the next best thing.

you unravelled yourself from the blankets, just enough that you could move around without getting tangled, and lifted yourself up. “can you be a good boy and help me a little?” you asked, glancing behind you. you could see the anticipation in thomas’ eyes as he watched you moving. he nodded immediately. “dick out. now.” the words were demanding, but soft.

he followed your instructions, leaning back and lifting up his butt so he could push his pyjama pants down his thick thighs. once they were around his knees, and his cock was resting heavy against his stomach, he waited for you. you couldn’t help but admire it for just a moment, before wiggling your own pants partly down your thighs.

thomas’ eyes widened, and he placed his hands against your hips to hold you up. “don’t worry, I’m not putting you inside of me. not without prep, at least…” you reassured him, patting the hands at your sides. with this bit of comfort, he loosened his grip, and watched as you settled back down on his lap. at first, his cock stayed wedged between your two bodies, pressing up against the soft curve of your butt. tommy groaned, his hips involuntarily bucking up into your flesh. you quickly readjusted, working to drive him even more crazy by positioning his dick right in between your thighs and up against your wet folds.

you settled down against his lap, shifting your hips so his head rubbed gently against your bud and settled into the warmth between your legs. you could feel each throb and pulse of his cock now as thomas melted back into his seat, pulling you down with him. you sighed softly at the arms quickly wrapping back around you, and his breath hot against the back of your neck.

“comfy…?” thomas nodded immediately at the question, and nuzzled against your cheek and jaw. it made you smile to see him so easily weak. you rolled your hips back into him, squeezing your thighs together tighter to provide a tight, plush feeling around his twitching dick. it made him groan.

you could tell he didn’t quite know how to react to the touch. his hands wandered from your stomach, to your chest, back down to your thighs, and then right back to repeat the circle over again. he was trying to stay still, but with every little flex of your legs, he was bucking up into the warmth pressed against his shaft. you were wet, and his member pressed comfortably into your lips made sure that he felt it. you wished, deep down, that you could feel that pulsing, hot warmth inside of you instead, but this was enough for now.

it was clearly good for thomas, as he was gasping and grinding as subtly as he could up into the sensation. it was hard for him to be sneaky, as with every push of his hips into your thighs, your body was bumped by his belly. you pretended not to notice, not wanting to overwhelm him too much.

you were surprised when his hands reached down to grip your thighs, pushing them together so that the head of his cock just peaked out from between your legs. you let out a small whimper, which only spurred him on as he began gently thrusting up into the plushy flesh of your thighs.

“do you like this? huh? you like fucking my thighs, big guy?” you purred, your hands finding some purchase so you could hold yourself up while he rutted into you. he grunted in response, which was enough to tell you you were right. the way he fucked against your heat, and grunted into your ear with every movement, showed more than enough his pleasure. his precum was starting to coat your thighs, which was beginning to mix with the wetness being spread over his shaft with every movement.

“i wish you were inside of me,” you moaned, surprising even yourself. it made thomas’ hips stutter for just a moment, and you were worried you had ruined the mood. but, he quickly began picking up the pace, properly fucking your thighs and moaning into your skin with every sloppy thrust. “i wanna feel you fill me up… i wanna feel how warm you’d make me… i want you to pump me full of your cum, thomas, please…” you continued, and it seemed to add fuel to his fire.

thomas quickly moved a hand down to your clit, beginning to rub with frantic fingers. it made you gasp, and arch your back in surprise, but the arm still around you kept you close to his body. you tried to sit still and allow him to use you, but it was hard when he was so focused on making you writhe. his fingers danced against your bud, making you moan and squeeze your own legs tighter, which in turn just made him thrust harder into your tight, wet folds. with every hard buck of his hips, more of a mess was made. his precum was leaking like a fountain, and your own slick was coating your thighs. you enjoyed the way it looked, so wet and sloppy. the sounds of your hips meeting each other only furthered your arousal.

you would’ve been embarrassed by how quickly you came, but who cared? not you. you were getting a good orgasm, and your big man was the one giving it to you. in your mind, the second you came on his fingers, and began writhing against his lap, you were in paradise and no one could pull you out of it. you shook and gasped, squeezing your legs together tight and gripping at the hand still working you through your orgasm.

“please, cum, tommy… please please… make a mess of me, please…” you begged, the words barely able to escape between your moans. he nodded, using both of his hands to grip your hips while he fucked up into your thighs. he grunted and growled, slowly devolving into whimpers instead the closer he got to his orgasm. soon, he was spilling over your skin, streaks of cum burning hot into your flesh.

his hips stuttered and thrusted until he couldn’t anymore, and soon he was settled back against the couch, panting softly. he pulled you close to him, though kept his cock wedged between your thighs.

“you wanna stay like this for a bit?” you asked, relaxing back into him. you wouldn’t mind it either, especially since getting up meant you wouldn’t be this comfy anymore. thomas nodded, and cuddled closer to you, resting his head back against your shoulder. “okay… we’ll clean up in a bit…”

#slasher x reader #slashers #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #kinktober 2.0

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sorry for being so absent, life is very busy rn. i just wanted to let you all know i haven’t abandoned or anything, I’m just not very motavited cuz i have no energy. i love you all, i’ll be back as soon as i can.

smooches.

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1. marking

billy lenz x gn!reader | nsfw |

“d-do you have to go…?”

billy knew the words cut through you. he could see it in the way you tensed, hand resting on the knob of the front door, clenching as you hesitated in actually turning it. if you turned around, it would only be worse. his pout was like your kryptonite. the way his eyes got big, and his voice softened to nothing but a whimper… he knew it was mean pulling out tactics like this, but he had no other choice.

well, that wasn’t entirely the truth. he could choose to let you go out with your friends without making a fuss. he could choose to survive a few hours without you, and find some other activity to do. he had taken up crochet, he liked to watch cartoons while he did it. he had chores he could be getting done, he hadn’t managed to get a load of laundry in that day. he could distract himself. he wouldn’t, though. he was choosing to guilt-trip you, and forget about the little bit of shame that came with it.

“i already told you, billy,” you began, turning around to face him. you looked so nice. you had gussied up, making sure your hair was done nice and your outfit was perfect. he had only ever seen you do that when you two were having date nights. he wasn’t used to seeing you doing it just go out with buddies. he didn’t see the need; why work so hard to impress people you couldn’t even cum in? “i’ve been putting this off for awhile. i miss them, and they miss me. i have to go.”

“oh…” he stuck out his bottom lip a bit more, looking up at you through his eyelashes. he knew how to strike your chords- he was plucking them like they were a harp. he could see it. you flexed your hands by your sides, and chewed on your bottom lip. billy wanted to urge you on, whisper ‘come on, come on… stay, stay, stay’ but he couldn’t be so obvious. no, this was a patience game. he just had to wait, and keep moving his pieces slowly and steadily.

“come on… don’t make that face,” you whined, pinching his cheeks between your fingers. he kept his gaze away from yours, keeping them trained down at the space between you too. it made you groan. “i won’t be that long. it’s only dinner, i’ll be back before bed. way before that! we can watch a movie or something when i get home. that sounds nice, right?”

billy glanced up at you. he was winning, he could feel it. you rested your hands on his shoulders, squeezing some comfort into the muscles there. he liked it when you touched him, even when it was in these circumstances. you were so firm, but so… soft. everything about you, even the sturdy bits, were soft and plush-like in billy’s eyes.

“can’t- can’t i come?” he mumbled. he began fiddling with the bottom of your shirt, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. it was soft too- nice and smooth. it was a nice shirt, one of the ones he wasn’t allowed to make messy or rip up after your date nights. something curled in the bottom of his stomach. you shouldn’t have been wearing it then. you should get different clothes, special clothes for only friendly things. these were his. you were his.

“do you even want to?”

he paused at the question. you had a point. he didn’t. but he also didn’t want to be without you. he felt embarrassed by the need, but it was only a pin prick in comparison to the ache he felt when thinking about you not being here.

you saw his hesitation. it felt like when you taught him chess, and you’d see his strategy from a mile away. the tides of the game began to turn.

“listen, i can’t stay. you know that, i know that… but! how about we make this a little more fun for both of us?” you offered a smile, brushing some of his hair behind his ear. you cupped his face and forced him to look at you, and he could see the glint in your eyes. it made his pulse quicken. it was that little sparkle in your expression, the mischievousness behind your grin, that made his heart thump hard behind his ribs.

“make it… fun?” he tilted his head questioningly, pulling you close by the bit of your shirt still in his clutches. fun meant sex, that wasn’t hard for him to figure out. or, at least, it meant something close to it.

“yeah! i was thinking,” as you spoke, you twirled a strand of his hair around your finger, “you always talk about marking me. you do it all the time, and i love it, but i never really have anyone to show it off to. how’re people gonna know i belong to you if they never actually see?”

billy felt confusion for a moment. he loved marking you up. he loved biting into your soft flesh, and watching it bruise. he loved seeing you walk around the house, wearing barely anything, flaunting those pretty little accessories only he could give you. he liked knowing that if anyone saw you, they’d see you were already accounted for. but, he also could acknowledge that with how little you actually went out, who was actually seeing you?

with all those thoughts swirling in his head, you had inched closer to his king. you were closing in, and winning a game you didn’t even really know you were playing. or maybe you did, and billy didn’t give you enough credit.

“why don’t you mark me up before i leave, huh? let’s make sure people know i have a big, handsome man waiting at home for me…”

your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in close to your body. his hands moved from where they were playing with your shirt, to holding you by the hips, pushing himself closer to your warmth. he pressed his mouth to your jaw, letting his lips rest there for a moment while he gathered his thoughts. he wanted to mark you so badly, but doing that meant that you’d still leave after. but at the same time, he was throbbing from the thought of you being seen with his symbols of possession dappling your skin. he almost wanted to make you wear a collar out too, one of the ones that had his name on the tag (a special valentine’s gift many moons ago).

you leaned back enough that you could see his face. he bit his lip hard, trying not to succumb to his own desires. he couldn’t give in. you’d leave if he did, that wasn’t an option…

“please, billy…? make me pretty? i want all of my friends to know i have the best man in the world…” you spoke with your lip sticking out in a pout, just like he had done.

well played, he thought. he grumbled something under his breath, and you almost thought he had said ‘you win’, before he was attacking your neck with his teeth. it started gentle enough. he dragged his canines along the expanse of your throat, feeling you swallow hard underneath his lips. he let his tongue trail behind his teeth, using it to watch for those little reactions your muscles gave to his teasing touch. soon, he found what he was looking for, and he sank a bite into a sweet spot near your jugular.

you moaned softly, pulling his body closer to yours. you leaned back against the door, allowing him to sandwich you in between his body and the wood. he slotted himself between your legs, wiggling a bit until he could feel your heat right up against his own crotch. he groaned a little himself, his hands running down to squeeze hard at your thighs, wanting to leave indents of his fingertips.

he began biting and sucking along more of your flesh, drinking in every little gasp and whimper you gave out. he knew you so well by now. he had each pleasure point mapped out in his brain. he hit each one, biting along your neck and down your shoulders, over your collarbone and down to whatever skin he could reach above the collar of your shirt. he pulled you in closer, rubbing himself into your inner thighs.

“g-gonna show everyone you’re mine… no one is gonna get you. you’re mine- no one else gets to have you,” he growled into your chest, his arms wrapping around your torso so that he could trap you against his own body. you squirmed in his grip, but melted once again when he kissed a soft spot on your shoulder.

he could hear your heart beating fast. he pushed his own chest into yours, groaning softly at the way your pulses seemed to make a beautiful little melody together. your moans only added to the sounds. he’d spend all day listening to this if you’d let him.

he was getting hard. the way you reacted to such a selfish act on his part made him ache. he wanted to be selfish. he wanted to coat you in his bruises, he wanted to go to the dinner with you just to pin you to the table and fuck you; he wanted to voice all these wants, but it just came out as garbled, tangled phrases. “fuck you in front of everyone- cum down your throat in- in front of your friends… i’ll make everyone see. i want everyone to see you’re mine. mine, mine, mine…”

you smiled so sweetly, your hands running up the back of his neck to grip at his hair. it pulled him back down to reality, forcing him back into his body for just a moment. he pulled away, breathing heavily and staring down at the bit of damage he had already managed to do. there was so much more empty space to be covered.

“you’re throbbing against me, baby, jeez,” you sighed. he blinked a few times, glancing down at where your bodies connected at the hips. he was. through the fabric of his pants, he could see the way his cock pulsed. he hadn’t even realized he was that hard, he had been so caught up in covering you with his little blessings.

he whined softly, pressing further into you. you gasped softly at the way his cock rubbed up against you. he felt desperate. desperate to make you stay with him, and desperate to have you touch him. you reached down, palming him through his pants. his mouth hung open in a quiet whine, his lips going back to your neck and sucking hard there to muffle himself. you let out a whine of your own, squeezing around his clothed shaft.

“i need… need you, need, need… mine- i need m-my piggy. need it, need now, need-“ his rambles fell out against your skin. he humped into your palm- sporadic, weak little thrusts to show that he needed you. he did, he needed it so badly. you knew that, you could see it.

you hummed, pulling your hand away from his crotch. it made him choke on a few of his words, but quickly he recovered when he saw you turning around. you wiggled your pants down your hips, before pressing your hands firmly against the door in front of you both.

“make it quick, come on.” it was all you said, and yet it was enough.

billy leaped forward, grabbing you by the hips and immediately grinding himself against your butt. you giggled breathily, wiggling back against him to tease. he growled, yanking down his own pants so that they sat at the middle of his thighs. it was enough, for now. usually he’d want all of his clothes off, all of yours too, so that he could feel every little inch of your skin pressing against his. it felt like he was melding with you, combining your bodies into a mess of sweat and sex. but he didn’t have time for that, you had to go.

when did he begin getting worried about you being on time? he didn’t know. what he did know was that he was throbbing, and had to get inside of you before he burst at the seams.

billy lined himself up with you, and rubbed his head over your hole a few times. he saw you shudder, and near purred from the joy of making your body react. to know that you felt the same way he did, so needy for this release, was intoxicating to him.

he didn’t waste much more time, pressing the tip of his cock inside of you. he groaned as he leaned over your body, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. he pushed the rest of the way in, slowly inching every centimetre of his shaft into your heat, and pulling you closer and closer to him. once he was all the way inside, he nuzzled into the back of your neck, grumbling small praises into your flesh.

you sighed, squirming slightly on his cock. it filled you out nicely. he wasn’t the biggest in the world, but he knew how to use what he had. he knew how to swivel his hips just right, and rub up into those little spots inside you that made you go crazy.

he was slow to get started. billy thrusted shallowly into you, his lips moving from your neck to between your shoulder blades. he drank in every little noise you let slip. he urged you to make more by biting along the skin he could reach, squeezing your body close to his. you rolled your hips back, trying to meet his movements the best you could, but he was holding you so tightly you could barely move. he was trapping you against him, using himself as chains to keep you tied to him.

“come on, baby, we need to be faster than this or I’m going to be late… please…” you whined, once again squirming in his grasp.

billy mumbled something, sounding annoyed at having been interrupted, before pulling away from you. he held your hips, pulling out all the way, before slamming back into you roughly. you gasped at the sudden force. you crumpled against the door, whimpering, at his mercy as he pumped into you. he shifted his feet, angling himself perfectly to begin an assault right on that sweetest spot inside of you. it made you sob, pushing back into every one of his thrusts the best you could manage.

he was starting to think he was winning this game you two were playing. here you were, impaled on his cock, moaning like a whore, and going nowhere. you were covered in his marks, bruises already blossoming along your skin. you looked perfect. you looked like his pretty little plaything, one that wouldn’t leave him even if they tried.

the image only encouraged him. he leaned forward, shoving your shirt up your back, and pressing his wet lips to the skin there. he drooled along your flesh, cooling off your burning skin as he began sucking more hickeys into the empty space. he felt you squeeze at this, and it made him whimper loudly, yanking your hips back into his cock.

“b-billy… touch me. make me cum, please, please…” your pleas came out so weak he almost didn’t hear them. he pushed his head up, reaching one of his hands down to hover over your crotch, while the other went to squeeze your chest.

“you’re mine? say it, say you’re mine… my piggy, say it… say you’re all mine,” he muttered into your ear.

you groaned, “I’m yours, billy. all yours, you know that. now, please, please touch me. make me cum, please.”

he smiled against your shoulder, before biting down hard there. he began playing with you, rubbing you and touching you in just the right ways. he knew how to make you cum, he had done it so many times before. he could tell you were already so pent up too, with how tightly you kept squeezing around him every time he added a new mark to his collection.

for a moment, there was only the sound of your hips slapping against each other. the sound was wet and sloppy, and between each one he growled and groaned vague praises. you added to the symphony of sounds by moaning as he played with you, getting closer and closer to release with every whimper and hard thrust from him.

soon, you were gushing onto his hand, shaking and gripping at the door for stability. he laughed quietly at the way you crumbled, and adjusted so that he was holding you up against his body once again. he let his head come to rest in the crook of your neck while he focused hard on coming deep inside you. it didn’t take much before he was spilling into your heat, groaning loud and slowing his hips so that he didn’t die of overstimulation.

you both stood there for a moment, chests heaving and bodies hot and sticky. you sighed, tapping his hip to signal that he needed to remove himself. he whimpered, nuzzling into you, but you shook your head.

“out,” you instructed gently, and he listened. he pulled himself from you slow, gasping at the cold air hitting his cock. he stepped back, looking at the mess he had made. the hickeys, the bites, the bruises, the cum dripping down your thigh- it was a masterpiece. it almost made him hard enough to go again.

you stood up straight, pulling your pants and underwear back up without cleaning the cum from your hole. he blinked a few times at the movement, surprised. you turned around, going over to him and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“was that good enough to tie you over until i get back?” you asked. he nodded hesitantly, looking you over as you quickly smoothed out the wrinkles in your clothes, and fixed up your hair. “good. now I’m gonna go out with all of these pretty marks, and your cum deep inside of me, and everyone is gonna know i belong to you. does that sound okay?” he nodded again, and you smiled. “great! i’ll be back before you know it. love you!”

and with that, you whisked yourself out the door, and left him standing with his cock out and confusion plastered on his face.

checkmate.

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I’m starting kinktober from scratch. just pretend the other stuff was warm up, i got it this time

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Can you please do some headcaonons on what it's like living with Billy? Does he ever leave the building? Does he leave the attic if everyone else is out? What's his favorite food? (Idk what canadians eat lol)

rat chat: this is gonna be a little long cuz i also wanna explain my own idea of how you even wound up in the house.

ok, so, my idea is that the entirety of the 2006!billy backstory happens. y’know, the usual stuff. bad childhood, fucked up situations, the killings, the being sent away- ALL OF IT HAPPENS. except, instead of the house being turned into a sorority, it gets passed around during the years that billy is away. it’s sold from person to person, it ends up in the hands of your grandparents, and after a tragedy you wind up having the house left to you in your will, along with a bit of money. voila, you have the house.

you don’t move in for awhile. the wound is fresh. instead, you work on moving the stuff out of the house and putting it into storage. during that time, you don’t even realize there’s an entire attic. billy knows that, though, and while you’re busy cleaning up the place to start living in, he makes the upstairs his brand new home. so, by the time you actually move in, he’s already there.

it’s hard at the start of you living there. after getting everything out, you gotta put all your stuff in. the house is old and creepy, and it feels like you’re being watched (duh). it’s weird. the first few nights are rough. it’s rough for billy too, of course. he had the house to himself for awhile, he had cleared out some of the cupboards while you were cleaning stuff out so he has a stash of food, he had liked wandering around when you weren’t there. now he’s stuck back up in the attic.

you go about living your life, or at least your new one. you maybe moved from a bit away and are looking for a new job in the area. you have some money from the will to keep yourself comfortable for a bit, but you still wanna get something steady. all the meanwhile, you’re exploring the new house and getting used to being there.

billy, on the other hand, is just watching you all the time. you’re his personal entertainment. sometimes you’ll hear creaks from the ceiling, but you assume it’s just the house settling. the thing is old, it’s not out of the realm of possibilities. it’s when you start getting the phone calls that things get weird.

in the dead of night, when you’re lounging on the couch, you’ll get random phone calls by some freak replaying horrible things in your ear. he sounds like he’s in pain, ranting and raving about things you don’t even really understand. the first few times, you just hung up immediately when he started. he’d call and call and call, and you’d just pretend the phone didn’t even exist. then, after awhile, you would sit and listen. it stopped him from calling for hours after you hung up, but it would also be an hour of you listening to what sounded like this very hurt man SUFFERING.

you can’t say it didn’t strike some pity in you. he sounded pathetic, like a wounded, crying animal, and he just wanted you to listen. it was wrong in a lot of ways, but part of you felt… connected? like, this guys only way of working through his shit was reenacting it all to you. maybe, in some way, it was helping? you’d try to talk him through it and ask questions, but he never really responded. sometimes he’d try to, but he’d just fall back into the same chants and rambles.

during all this, obviously, it’s billy on the other side. he sits up in his attic, laying on his mattress, torturing himself. in my head, sex for billy is a punishment at this point in his life. he doesn’t see it as anything but a way to hurt him, and he’s obsessed with harming himself. he feels like he deserves it. so, while he’s talking into the phone, he’s jerking off like a mad man, and crying, and biting himself, and drooling everywhere. he’s a mess. and he believes he deserves to be. at first, you would say he’s being disgusting and gross, and he liked it because it made him feel shameful, and he deserved it. than, after awhile, you started trying to help him, and it confused the FUCK out of him. because all of his coping is punishing himself with reliving his own fucked up traumas, and now you’re sitting here like “have you tried… seeing a therapist?” and he’s like ????? i went to an asylum and they drugged me up???? is that enough??

it becomes a routine. at some point he tells you his name, sort of. it slips out during one of this moments. as well, you start piecing together his story a bit more, and it breaks your heart. you’re worried. in a fucked up way, you start feeling some kind of sympathy. this guy clearly has issues, he has no one to talk to, and here he is spilling all of his deepest secrets to you. at some point, you ask if he wants your help. he doesn’t know how to respond. you explain to him that he needs help, that he can be better, that it’s a good idea to find someone that cares about him that can get him support, and he just gets upset because that doesn’t exist for him. he’s alone, and your pity doesn’t change that. it makes him so upset, that for awhile, he doesn’t call.

during that time, billy just stews up in the attic. during the nights he sneaks down to watch you sleep. he likes you, in his own way. he likes that you listen, and he likes that you care, even if it’s from afar. but he doesn’t like that, in other ways, you just remind him that he doesn’t ACTUALLY have anyone. you’re a reflection of his own loneliness. because even tho you’re this person that seemingly wants him to feel better, you’re still just over a phone. you’d never ACTUALLY help.

well, that’s bullshit, because one day after weeks of not calling, you’re cleaning out some of the house and stumble upon the attic door. and it’s a surprise, because you didn’t even know you had an attic. a few minutes later, you’re climbing up and finding a very malnourished, sad looking man, who sounds exactly like the guy over the phone that told you all about his issues. who would’ve guessed?

at first, billy lashes out. he’s terrified. he can’t go back to the asylum, he doesn’t want to be on the streets, he’s already struggling enough. he’s scared. you’ve successfully cornered him. on the other hand, you’re baffled that the guy that has been talking to you has been in your fucking attic this entire time. you’re concerned, he’s freaking out, and you just try to console him and explain you’re not calling the cops and getting him removed. in a moment of panic, you say he can stay. it calms him right down. you ask if he wants something to eat, and to take a shower, and you manage to coax him out of the attic and down to the kitchen. one hot meal later, and he’s sitting at your dining room table. you’re very confused, but also after hearing all the stuff he would rant about, you’re kinda glad you found him. at least you could provide him some help? maybe? or maybe just get him to not call you at three in the morning before work anymore.

over the course of a few months, you two do start living together. he gets his own room. you offer to clear out the attic and let him have that space, but it’s clear it holds a lot of bad memories for him, so you give him his own room beside yours. you cook for the both of you, since he doesn’t really know how. he does do lawn work, he seems to like picking weeds and such, and he catches all the bugs in your house. he helps clean when he can, and you he helps you make grocery lists for when you go out on errands. he doesn’t like leaving the house yet, he’s just not very fond of large groups of people.

it’s not easy. he still has his moments. he doesn’t understand what sex actually is. it’s still a punishment. in the night, he’ll come to you, and talk like he did over the phone, and you’ll hold him and try to listen but it’s so hard when he’s clearly so hurt. during these times he gets handsy, and you have to explain to him that you aren’t there to fuck him, you’re just there to listen. billy likes that. a lot of the people in his life got off on his suffering, and yet you actually want to solve it. it feels nice, but at the same time it’s very confusing. he has a lot of conflicting feelings inside of him.

it takes a long time for you two to become something normal, and even longer for you two to actually connect romantically. first, he has to get to a point where he’s healthy. you help him get back on his feet, and support him through learning some new skills and the like. he supports you by taking care of the house while you’re gone, and cleaning up, and doing any yard work or things. he especially likes holidays, and when he gets to decorate. you two have movie nights often, and go through all the films he missed growing up. he loves talking about everything that happens on screen, and you find it endearing. you read to him a lot, and he likes listening and laying with his head in your lap.

he has a hard time keeping his feelings in, and that’s fine with you. you just work on boundaries. he knows not to touch you without asking. you guys are affectionate, since it seems to really comfort him to experience affection that isn’t… bad. whenever you get home he hugs you for a long time, and he likes to cuddle you while you two watch movies, and he asks to hold your hand when he’s stressed out. sometimes he tries to make a move, just so overwhelmed that he starts acting without thinking, and you just have to explain that you’re not ready yet. he knows, and he holds back. it’s hard, but he’s learning.

then you work on actually getting him out of the house. that’s the most difficult. he is not a people person. it starts with walks around the neighbourhood, and then little trips to the store or to pick up take out. that’s all he can really manage. he’s more of an indoor kinda cat, he doesn’t like… others. he likes you, though. it’s clearly more than just liking, he’s kinda obsessed with you. you don’t notice it, just thinking you’re doing what anyone would do for someone in need like that, but he is very very very in love.

i think the first time you actually realize it is on valentine’s day. you come home and he has the kitchen set up, and he used his few cooking skills to make you guys something. it’s a little confusing at first, but the way he’s looking at you, and explaining how he really appreciates what you’ve done… it melts your heart. he’s not talking like he used to, just talking about the nasty things he wanted to put you through, he’s genuinely voicing that he enjoys you as a person. don’t get me wrong, he’s still stuttering and patching words together, and a lot of it is him using lines from romance movies to explain how he feels, but it’s the thought that counts.

you two have a nice night. he doesn’t try anything. you guys just eat and watch some romance movies and cuddle on the couch. and before you head up for bed, you kiss him on the cheek and say it’s been a great valentine’s day. and he’s smitten. he just walks you walk up the stairs and that’s when he makes it his mission for you two to be together.

obviously, down the line, he learns what romance is and what sex CAN be. it goes from him just wanting to bone because it’s all his instincts tell him to do, to him wanting to make love with someone that he loves and it’s a way for him to connect with you. and while that takes awhile, it makes the connection a lot deeper. he’s been through a lot. being able to finally see sex as not a punishment, but a way to express your feelings towards someone is super cool. obviously, before that, he’s expressing himself in other ways, but billy enjoys the fact that he took this thing that used to FUCKING SUCK and make it into something good. and you helped do that.

immsorry this was so long and maybe didn’t make a lot of sense i love you

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I’m gnawing at the bone for any kind of Brahms Heelshire x Reader content 🙏🏼🙏🏼

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rat chat: first off, excited for my first ever tagged anon. v cool. secondly, i hope this satiates your needs.

brahms heelshire x gn!reader | nsfw |

brahms wasn’t a social man, if that wasn’t obvious. even after he had revealed himself to you, and you had accepted him with open arms, he found himself struggling to be in your presence all the time. there wasn’t any doubt he liked you, that wasn’t the case. he was comparable to a cat. he curled up on your lap, and pestered you for pats and scratches, and when he was finished, he’d disappear for hours on end with little regard for your own needs. it was something he was working on. consideration didn’t come naturally to him, especially after so much of his life was spent worrying about how he would survive and nothing else.

that’s not to say brahms didn’t want you around. he desperately craved you, just in different ways. while he felt anxious being around you physically, he kept himself close to you within the safety of his walls. anywhere you were, he was there too, just stowed away within his passages.

he enjoyed keeping an eye on you, and observing the way you went about your business. you were an alien to him, a new species, and he was your observer. you kept to a tight schedule, and he memorized your routine down to the last detail.

he also had a small habit of stealing your things. to him, these were specimens; they were little items for him to study and examine to understand you better. he liked nabbing things you wouldn’t miss. sometimes it was pieces of jewelry you never used, sometimes it was books he’d seen you finish, sometimes it was even the cutlery you had used and put away for cleaning. he added it all to his hoard. if you had seen it, he was sure you’d think it a shrine, but it wasn’t as simple as that. it was a nest. being so close to these things you had interacted with made him feel warm inside, comfortable, and he liked laying among them as if to pretend you were there too.

brahms had a habit of getting carried away, though. during the night, when he had no real reason to watch you for more than an hour or two, he’d crawl back to his little sanctuary and lay among his collection. he’d stare up at the ceiling, and grab his most prized possession. it was a pair of your underwear, taken off the floor of the bathroom during one of your showers. he was sure you would’ve noticed, but you had been tired that day, and didn’t check your clothes before throwing them into the hamper.

they smelled of you. they smelled of sin, and of naughty thoughts, and of dark desires. when he rubbed them against his face, and breathed your scent in deep, he’d feel dirty but alive. there was something about the shame of it all, about how if you saw him you’d be disappointed, that made it all the more delicious. those moments when you chastised him for something bad he did were his favourite, because it meant you were giving him your full attention. that’s all he really wanted, to be seen by you. he wished it didn’t involve so much… physical presence.

this was good enough for him. these little moments, when he would yank his pants down his hips and reach his hand down, and pretend it was yours; when he’d grip hard at his base, and stroke up and down slowly, and pretend you were sitting on his face, it was good. it brought momentary bliss. he’d smother himself with the fabric of your underwear, and use it to muffle his wanton moans. he’d fuck into his hand, and pretend you were the one bouncing recklessly on him.

he had such a specific fantasy. he wanted you to find him stroking himself, indulging in the dirtier things in life- and he wanted you to relieve him. he wanted you to walk up to him when he hadn’t even realized you were there, and take over for him. his hands were too rough- yours were so soft and gentle. even when you were mad, you had such a caring touch about you. you’d wrap your hands around his cock, and pump him slow, and watch him writhe and whine for you. he’d be so surprised, but so happy. he wouldn’t fight. he might beg for you to go faster, or plead that you use more than just your hand, but you wouldn’t budge. he didn’t deserve it yet, not after stealing your things and using them for such nefarious purposes.

you’d massage his balls, and praise him. he wouldn’t be able to look at you. even thinking about it made him embarrassed, and made him push his face further into hiding. he tried to mimic what you would do to him, how you’d squeeze your hand around him, and rub his balls until he felt tight. he tried to be good for you even then, by whispering your name and promising he’d be good. sure, he was speaking to nothing but air, but it was the thought that counts.

brahms would shove his shirt and sweater high up on his chest, letting himself feel the cool air hit his skin. he was so hot, so needy as he stroked himself. he could barely focus on his own fantasies. he kept getting lost in the feeling, lost in the very idea of you being there. he could imagine you smiling down at him, so smug. he liked it when you looked cocky, like you knew exactly who he was and how to press his buttons.

he’d cum hard. his load would spread onto his stomach and part of his chest, and it would feel scorching against his skin. it would make him sob, shaking and fucking the last aftershocks out of his cock until he was soft. he’d let go, panting like a dog, tired. with a huff, he’d remove your underwear from his face and discard it into its special place in his nest, careful to keep it somewhat hidden in case you ever did stumble into his little sanctuary.

brahms liked you. he liked being around you. he liked what you did to him. he knew if you saw your effect on him, that you’d like it just as much.

maybe one day he’d show you.

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Hi! I'm the same anon who asked about you writing for 2006's Billy!

If it's not too much to ask, I would like to request fem reader and Billy based/inspired by this deleted scene from the movie: https://youtu.be/dpk6BttmD1E?si=FyuTekOL3DU1TluC&t=279

Hope you get better soon, btw! <3

rat chat: this ask was from awhile ago, but I’m still sick, so thank you still for the wishes!! i hope this is enjoyable.

billy lenz x fem!reader | sfw |

the memory was faint. it was foggy around the edges, and hurt to focus on too much since it was during a time he had worked so hard to forget, but he could pick out some little details. he remembered not actually reading it; he just looked at the pictures and traced his fingertips over the pages. he liked the princess in the book. he remembered she pricked her finger, only a single drop of blood coming out before she fell into a deep slumber. he remembered it was a curse, whatever that really meant, and the only way to make her wake up was to kiss her. but, it had to be someone she loved, or else it wouldn’t work.

in his mind, in this moment, you were his sleeping beauty.

you laid facing away from him. it reminded him of his story book’s drawings, where the princess looked so fragile as she slumbered and waited for someone to come kiss her awake. he wondered if you were waiting for him. you had to be. in his mind, you had to have known what he was doing. you couldn’t just be sleeping, not someone like you, you had to know you were tempting him. you were bait to a trap you didn’t even know you had set.

he couldn’t help but pad across the floor, making sure to avoid any squeaky spots. he’d done this waltz a million times by now. he enjoyed watching you at night when your guard was down, and when you didn’t even know of the danger lurking in the corner of your room. it felt right. in these little moments, you were in your most natural state. you weren’t burdened by the world or by the fear that the man over the phone might make good on his promises- all you cared about was whatever you were dreaming out. he hoped it was him.

he found his place kneeling beside your bed. his hand inched up the side of it, gliding easily underneath the soft blanket, and up towards your figure. he watched your breathing, making sure it stayed slow and steady while his fingers connected with the fabric of your shirt. he nearly groaned, annoyed at how many layers were getting in his way, but he held back. instead, he gathered himself, and kept patient as his hand slid easily under the back of your top and finally connected with the warmth of your flesh.

for just a second, you stirred. it made him freeze up, and he had to hold himself back from ripping his arm away from you. if he had done that, you surely would’ve woken up. instead, he stilled himself, and breathed in perfect rhythm with you, until he saw you settle back down into your slumber. a soft sigh escaped his nose, and he continued his journey. his fingertips glided up your spine, running along the curve of your back and between your shoulder blades. he licked his lips, leaning further over the edge of the bed and towards your body.

he wanted so badly to just climb in with you. he wanted to cuddle up to your side, and squeeze you in his arms, and press his wet lips all over your skin. he wanted to watch you stir awake, and hear you scream and try to fight him off. he wanted to hold you, and squeeze the life out of you until you were nothing but a doll for him to snuggle. he wanted to kiss you, and see you wake up and realize it wasn’t a prince charming coming to rescue you. no, it was billy. billy was good too, wasn’t he? he’d be good for you, that’s for sure.

the thoughts made him salivate, and drool dripped down his chin. he ran his touch back down towards your waist, dipping just passed the waistband of your pyjama pants. he could feel the curve of your butt begin. he closed his eyes as he touched you, imagining what was underneath that blanket, and mapping out the image in his head.

though, once again, as he fiddled with the waistband of your pants at an attempt to fit more of his hand down, your breathing changed. he paused, watching you closely. this time you were awake. he could tell by the way you froze, body pulled taut due to his touch. you knew something was there, touching you, and your fight or flight response was delayed from fear.

billy held his breath, blinking in the dark. he couldn’t escape, there was no way. he needed to think, and fast. he held his hand as still as possible, shrinking silently back down to his knees at the edge of your bed. he made sure that he was hidden, at least somewhat, near the floor.

he didn’t expect you to sit up so suddenly, grabbing something from the table beside you. despite his own fear bubbling hot inside of him, he took the chance to slip away fully, and slide himself underneath your bed. he was lucky there was just enough room for him to scuttle to the middle, and clasp a hand over his mouth to keep himself completely quiet.

he heard the mattress over top of him creak with your weight. he liked the sound, wishing it was creaking for other reasons. he was sure you were looking around for him, probably curious as to where he had gone. part of him wanted to clamber out from under the bed, grab you by the ankles, and listen to you scream and kick at him. at least you’d be giving him attention. but once again, he restrained himself, and waited. you stood up, and he watched your feet closely as you paced around the room for a moment, before leaving out the door. he counted your footsteps down the hall and towards the stairs. you were most likely off to get a drink and cool down.

he took this opportunity to slither out from under the bed, and rush out back towards the attic. that was much too close of a call for him, but he knew it wouldn’t deter him from being back. he had to keep seeing his sleeping beauty, after all.

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weeping willow.

vincent sinclair x gn!reader | sfw |

rat chat: this was supposed to be a dacryphilia thing, but it got real too sweet, so now it’s just fluff. he deserves it.

the low glow from the scattered candles cast soft shadows along the walls of the workshop. vincent had never noticed until now, but the way they warmed the room seemed to add a near romantic ambience. he was always focused on his art. he didn’t usually think of things like love or lust, opting to use up the space in his head for his craft and the bettering of his skills.

in this particular moment, he could barely remember he was in his workshop at all. if you had asked him what his passions were, he’d merely babble out the name of his love. his true love.

you.

the scene was set. vincent was laid back on the cot in the corner of his room, tattered blankets and pillows crumpled under his continually shifting body. he couldn’t sit still. not when you were over top of him, perched with his waist between your legs, and your figure looming over his own.

he liked the weight of you. it felt right. something about the way your own body pressed down into his seemed to ground him in reality. you were an anchor of sorts, he supposed. if you weren’t sitting on him right now, crowding his space with your presence, he would’ve drifted into the ether. he already felt dizzy, overwhelmed by your being.

it’s what you wanted. he knew it was. he could see it in the way you smiled; he felt it in the way you brushed your fingers up the side of his wax face. you wanted him to be drunk off of you.

“has anyone ever told you,” you began, twirling a lock of his hair around your pointer finger, “that you are just so beautiful?”

vincent recoiled at the words. he tried to hide the reaction, but he was sure you had seen it. he shifted underneath you again, hands bunching up beside your legs, eyes peeling away from your own. no, he had never been told such a thing. why would he have? it was patently untrue. his face alone caused people to turn away in disgust. the only character he had ever related to was frankenstein’s monster, and that really told you everything you needed to know about how he felt about himself. he was everything but beautiful in his eyes.

“hey, don’t look away from me,” you tutted, pinching his chin. you dragged his face back towards you, forcing vincent to make eye contact yet again. for the moment he had looked away, he was able to take a deep breath and recollect his surroundings. but, the second he looked at you, that weight settled down on him again, and he was back to drowning in your vision. “you’re beautiful, vinny. absolutely gorgeous. you know that, don’t you?”

vincent let out a breath, one he wasn’t aware he had been holding, and shook his head slow. if he was one thing, he was honest. the truth was, he didn’t know what he was, but he knew it wasn’t good. the things he had done alone should have barred him from any positive standards, and he didn’t believe his appearance did him any favours in earning him good graces.

you observed him for a moment, and it continued to make him squirm. like an ant under a magnifying glass, he was burning up. emotions were something that he didn’t like to pay attention to. they went into his art, and were used for nothing else. yet, here you were, pulling them out of him. he didn’t like it. he didn’t want to feel.

you cupped his cheek, dipping a thumb underneath the edge of his mask. it made him flinch, almost as if he was in pain, but you knew better. you were gentle as you ran your finger up and down his jaw line, a smile returning to your face.

“well, i think- no, i know you’re beautiful. you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, vinny.” your praise came so easily. it felt like warm milk and honey dousing his body. it had gone from scorching to a cozy warmth, your words wrapping around him like a cherished blanket. “you stand like a statue, all tall and strong. chiseled. you remind me of a willow tree. something about the way you hang over me. it feels magical. at least, to me it does… sometimes i think, in another life, you were some whimsical forest god. something people didn’t really understand, but they knew was special. something to be worshipped. do you understand?”

vincent did, but he couldn’t bring himself to voice that. your words had dug into his chest. he felt as though his skin was being torn apart, and all of his warm insides had been laid out for you to examine and speak on. he felt seen. it felt good, but in a painful way. moments like these, so gentle and sweet, also reminded him of those moments of sorrow, of being misunderstood and punished for it. it was a double edged sword, yet one he fell on with grace. he wanted you to keep plunging deeper and deeper.

his hands found your thighs, squeezing gently. he had to hold onto you in some way, otherwise he’d melt too far into his own thoughts, and he worried you might never be able to pull him out again. it all felt like too much. these were things he’d never heard before, emotions he’d never experienced; it was such a fresh wound. he was bleeding out, but you continued to drain him of all thought.

“you’re so talented. you make masterpieces. which is ironic, because i think you are one.” you giggled, sitting up to rest your hands on his chest. “kinda cheesy, i know, but… this is all to just say… i love you, vincent. i do. and i always will, unconditionally.”

those words were the twist of the blade.

he, without realizing, began having tears stream down his face. it was when your eyes widened with worry, and a small sob escaped him, that he did notice how much he was crumbling. he quickly whipped his hands up to his face, pulling the mask away so he could rub at his eyes while hiding himself behind his arm.

“don’t hide, vincent…” you whispered, pulling his limbs away so you could see him. he felt exposed as he wept. he could barely see through his smudged vision, and he tried to blink away the tears so that he could look at you properly. you helped by using your thumbs to swipe them away as they came, which, unknowingly, only helped to further his quiet weeping. “are you okay…? did i say something wrong?”

vincent immediately shook his head. you had only done right by him, that much he was sure of. you were too good to him, in fact. you made him feel so good, so oversaturated with joy, it felt like a pleasant suffocation. all the crying was was a release of that feeling, like a pot boiling over.

you seemed to understand, letting your peaceful grin come back. “these must be happy tears than, huh?” vincent nodded. you pressed a palm to his cheek, letting him push into it. his eyes closed as he focused on stopping his sobbing. “I’m so happy i can make you feel this… good, i guess? i didn’t mean to make you cry, but as long as it’s for good reasons, i don’t mind.” you leaned down, pressing a kiss to forehead. “plus, you look real pretty when you cry.”

vincent held onto those words, keeping them close to his chest. if you said them they must be true. maybe, he was pretty.

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i have a lot of motivation cuz i’ve managed to get sick again and I’m stuck at home. so, if you guys have any requests, nows the time.

send in those prompts babyyyyy

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