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Hey what are you working on now?

im currently working on a saw mini-fic with reader x adam! (and a side project that’s original work)

#asks

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hiii! long time no see!

may i request a billy loomis x ftm reader BUT billy is possesive and has a breeding kink?? tbh i wanted poly ghostface but i can't see stu having a breeding kink😭😭

if you could, thanks<3

hi!! my deepest apologies for how long this sat in my ask box, ily 🥺 🫶

possessive billy loomis with a breeding kink x ftm!reader

cw: ftm reader, breeding kink (obvi) complete with dirty talk, reader gets his breasts groped, p in v sex, creampie(s), spanking, hair pulling, afab parts/genitalia mentioned, potentially unsavory words used: pussy, cock/t-cock, cervix. (no mpreg, for those of you opposed!)

“you’re fucking mine, you got that?” billy loomis growled darkly into your ear. you didn’t really know what you’d done to make him be so possessive — well, more than usual — but you weren’t complaining. he drove his cock deep into your pussy; with long, rough strokes, you could feel the tip nearly smashing up into your cervix. you were too cock-drunk, with him behind you like that, to actually fully register that he was asking you a question. he grabbed your hair and tugged harshly, pulling your back up closer to his chest. “answer me.”

your brain went fuzzy. what had he even asked? “i.. uh,” you moaned out, gasping as he slapped your ass hard, pushing you back onto your all-fours.

“i said, you’re mine, you got it?” he hissed, his hands going to your sides, holding you in place as he fucked into you. he rocked his hips harsher, skin slapping on skin and his balls hitting against your pussy in just the most tantalizing way.

“y-yes, yes sir,” you managed to whine out as one of his hands groped your ass hard; he proceeded to slap it again, most likely leaving a red mark.

“good fucking boy,” he purred; you could hear the smirk on his lips as he watched you unravel. the bed beneath you creaked and moaned with his thrusts, the headboard rocking into the wall. you were glad your parents weren’t home. “i’m gonna make sure you never forget it…” he growled, taking your hips in his hands and fucking into you, rough enough to make you whine and bite down into the sheets beneath you, seeing stars as he reached down to fondle your t-cock. you were drooling into the sheets as you heard him speak, trying to figure out what exactly he meant by that.

“oh, fuck…” you murmured, voice muffled by the sheets as you felt an orgasm rock your body, making you tremble and shake. your pussy clenched around his cock.

“i’m gonna fill your pussy up, baby boy— you’re gonna know you’re mine by the feeling of me breeding that little hole of yours. you got it? you’re fucking mine, don’t you ever forget it,” he growled, spacing some of his words with low grunts of pleasure, and others with particularly rough thrusts. you gripped the sheets with your hands, feeling him get into a rougher pace as he got closer to an orgasm.

he grabbed your hair again, pulling your face out of the sheets, drool on your bottom lip and chin.

“tell me how much you want me to breed you, baby,” he grunted into your ear, nipping harshly at your earlobe. you whimpered, and he grabbed one of your breasts, groping it and pinching your sensitive nipple. “c’mon, don’t be shy, boy.”

“fuck…” you whined, feeling your brain leaking out between your legs as he fucked you. “i.. fuck, i want you to breed me, billy, please,” you whimpered, yelping out in pleasure as he bit your neck, nipping at your shoulder too. “please fill me up, make me yours..”

“that’s more like it,” billy said approvingly, fucking up into you as he held you up against his chest, holding tight so you didn’t fall back down onto the bed. he gave a few more deep strokes, sheathing himself all the way inside as he came. his cum spurted up into you, warm and thick, filling you up and making you all fuzzy inside. “good boy, take it all,” he purred into your ear, leaving himself inside of you while your pussy clenched around him. “good fucking boy…”

#writing #slashers #asks #drabble #male reader #requests #slasher smut #ftm reader #billy loomis x male reader #billly loomis x ftm reader #mlm ftm reader #billy loomis scream

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Hey….glad your back

thank you! i know i have a habit of disappearing for a while… mental illness will do that to you lol but — long story short im trying to get back into writing 🫡

#asks #adam’s personal tag

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nasty smut it is! be on the lookout 👀

hey guys! long time no see! im trying to work up the energy/nerve to do some writing… thing is, im kind of obsessed with adam (saw) right now and i wanted to know if there’s an audience out there for that. so…. here we go —

#writing polls #poll results #adam saw fanfic #adam saw #adam survives au #adam saw x reader

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Happy holidays Adam🥳

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thank you~!!!! and to you too, anon! <3

#asks #🚄 anon

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Tee hee hee can you write adam surviving the bathroom but hes really messed up and shit. Also I would not mind some hurt/comfort

(heavily heavily inspired by this post, so thank you op!!!)

‘adam survives the bathroom and is fucked up’ au for all my angst fans out there <3

i was gently flirting with the idea of a part 2, let me know if that’s something you’d want lol

⚠️ content warning!!!!! depression, anxiety, ptsd symptoms ⚠️

and if you were curious, this is the song i was listening to while i was writing lol:

blinds shuttered in a quick whoosh, plastic clacking against itself as adam’s heavy eyes fought to stay open just a few minutes longer. the sun had set; it was dark out, the sky turning a dark, heavy purple. he stared at the blinds for a second, blinking slow and heavy. his little flip phone buzzed on his bed, another phone call missed. they’d leave another voicemail.

adam checked, double checked, triple checked his locks; his closet, his bathtub, under his bed. he sank slowly onto his bed, arms folded so his hands white-knuckled his biceps. he shivered a bit, but it wasn’t cold in his apartment.

“i wanna live! i wanna live!”

and he had. somehow he had clung to life long enough to get out of that damn bathroom, and what had it helped? what, did he think everything was just gonna go back to normal, now? now that he’d been through that?

adam couldn’t sleep. he hadn’t slept much since he’d gotten.. well, if you wanted to call it rescued. in truth he was on the fence about whether he should’ve died in that bathroom. the people who’d found him called it a miracle and adam had to say he agreed. cosmic injustice; a gift straight from god himself, whoever that was.

he sighed softly as he stood, rubbed his hands on his arms to keep himself from shivering. the doctor told him he had circulation issues now. because amanda — he’d learned that was her name after her and her weirdo ‘boss’ tried to recruit him.. after he ‘won’ — had strangled him with a plastic bag. she’d been sent to do a mercy killing maybe. and he’d survived. twice he’d survived that bathroom. why wasn’t he done yet?

adam had a collection of other maladies courtesy of john kramer — jigsaw.

his grip strength in his right arm was a little.. wonky. it felt like what people described carpal tunnel to be, tight muscles and a weak grip, pain when trying to hold something tightly. he’d been scrubbing a plate the other day and found out that he probably shouldn’t do that.

he didn’t think it was a huge problem but — he’d gotten odd looks from his friends when he spoke.

they said he was… different. and well.. duh, he was different. you don’t go through prisoner of war type torture and come out the other side shiny and clean.

he didn’t like the way they said it though. he hadn’t talked to them in a long time because of it. well that and the fact that he spent most of his time sitting in his bed and staring at the wall. thinking. he’d never spent that much time thinking before.

he went to the bathroom— his bathroom— catching his reflection in the mirror and seeing streaks of tears down his cheeks. he hadn’t realized he’d been crying. he’d been having days like that — most days were like that. he used the heels of his hands and rubbed stars into his eyelids, trying not to see lawrence’s foot out of the corner of his eyes.

lawrence; he hadn’t thought about that name in at least a day. a new record. the only other person who knew exactly what he’d gone through, and he hadn’t bothered to reach out. yet. maybe he was going through the same things (or at least similar things) as adam was. adam himself hadn’t spoken a word out loud in a very long time. not since the last time a friend had come to check on him. was that last week? he didn’t know, couldn’t remember. he sighed, started stripping down out of his clothes. cold showers and nightmares were the only things that kept him awake.

he couldn’t help but think about lawrence in the shower, while he washed himself with one arm as the other sort of hung there idly by his side. he wondered what sorts of things lawrence had to do now, now that he’d cut off his own foot.

on the surface adam looked unchanged, save for the gaunt look in his eyes and sunken cheeks, his already slender frame astonishingly leaner with stress. he maybe looked like a drug addict, he thought, but drugs were one thing he hadn’t sunk to yet. he figured he’d have to leave the apartment for that and he really didn’t want to. not just yet.

adam finished his sad little shower, drying off and stepping back into his apartment. it was cooler now, he thought, surely it wasn’t just him being unreasonably cold all the time.

he suddenly remembered he’d left his window open when he’d shut the blinds, and he could feel his heart about to explode as he rushed over to shut it. he could feel his vision start to blur and his head spin, the edges of his sight turning dark as he fought the urge to panic. he slammed the window shut; it creaked as he clicked the locks shut.

his chest heaved as he sat down on his bed, half-naked, grabbing the knife he kept under his pillow. he brandished it out into the dark as he stood and re-checked everything three more times. he didn’t find anything. how could he have forgotten to shut the window?

adam dropped the knife on his bed suddenly as if it was burning him; for a second it looked like a bloody hacksaw by the streetlight coming through the slats in his blinds.

he collapsed in shuddering sobs quite suddenly, bringing his knees up to his chest. his face pressed against his knees, he let himself cry for a bit. when his body couldn’t take it anymore, he looked up, caught his phone buzzing again.

missed calls from friends, a few texts from them as well. checking in half-heartedly. he could tell they were getting tired of him being.. the way he was. well he figured he wasn’t changing back anytime soon. not unless they could erase his memory for him or fix what that bathroom had broken in him.

and then he saw it — an unknown number messaging him. he picked up the phone and looked at it, his eyes savoring the shape of the letters, taking them in and digesting them, holding them close to him, letting him just live in them for a moment.

‘adam? it’s lawrence. do you have a moment to talk?’

adam felt his lips curve up into the closest thing they’d gotten to a smile in a long long time. if anyone was able to help talk him off the edge it had to be someone who went through the same thing as him. right?

#writing #asks #adam saw #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #saw 2006 #adam survives au #lawrence gordon #jigsaw #requests #drabble #sfw #technically sfw #horror #horror drabble #saw au #saw fanfiction #adam saw fanfic #saw fanfic

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Can u do Michael myers headcannons with brahms pls and thank you, U don't have to but i very much appreciate it. thank you for ur time

michael myers x brahms?? ive literally never heard of that ship before, you’ve opened my eyes to a whole new world of possibilities lol, so thank you anon <3 (if that is indeed what you’re talking about)

michael myers x brahms (the boy) headcanons!

i didn’t know whether you wanted sfw or nsfw so i just did a few quick cute sfw ideas!

• i feel like they’re very kindred souls! they have the masks and the quietness in common, the sort of squeamishness about people, and their ability to be so easily obsessed over people

• which means that if the two of them were in any kind of relationship it would have the potential to be soooo toxic lol

• they could also be kind of good for each other? the very similar attitudes make me think that they’d also have the potential to be super close. like them both just parallel playing with each other, not having to talk, probably just being able to almost feel what the other person is thinking

• on the toxic side though, i feel like brahms is soooo jealous so if mikey was trying to branch off and do his own thing or hunt his own person there’s the potential for some animosity

• like imagine if they do both start to get interested in the same person and don’t necessarily want to share lol

•but if one isn’t interested in the other one’s plaything i think they’d be willing to help them with getting them tbh

• all in all i think they have the potential to be super close! that is if they don’t get into some kind of competition over somebody they’re both obsessed with lol

>> sorry it’s so short, i think because they’re so similar in my brain there’s only so much elaboration i can do (at least on the sfw side lol) <<

hope you enjoyed!!! <3

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Would you write for I know what you did last summer?

i wouldn’t be opposed! ive never written for that movie series before but I know ive seen at least the first one at some point lol

#writing #slashers #asks

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ugh you always deliver!! im gonna request some nice, tasty angst. so ftm reader finally comes out to his parents after being no contact for two years and they dont take it well at all. by the time he comes home, hes a sobbing mess and just feels terrible. he honestly thought his parents would love and accept him for who he is, and just wishes he wasnt like this.

hannibal and will come home after a long day, and are so worried about him. he explains it to them and they are just hearbroken for him. they take time comforting him until he's asleep.

a week later, reader is informed that his parents have been found dead, hehe. reader is totally unaware of what his boyfriends have done

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oooh! love a good angst plot 😭💕

hannigram x ftm!reader (with unsupportive parents)

you’d done the work and put in the time to try and rekindle your relationship with your parents; the threat of losing them, unwilling to understand your transition as they were, was too high not to at least give it a shot. after all, you were already no-contact with them, what was there to lose? so you’d texted them, adding them to a little group chat (against your better judgement, group chats with parents are very awkward, you knew that) and texted them a heartfelt but succinct text message about going to meet up with them and have coffee and ‘talk about things’. they’d agreed.

they didn’t know about hannibal and will; though they weren’t wholly conservative on every issue, they probably would’ve sneered at you having two partners. ‘that’s weird,’ they might’ve said; ‘why not pick one?’

but you powered through and didn’t cancel like you wanted to, meeting them for coffee and bagels at a local cafe within walking distance to hannibal’s place. you’d called his luxurious place home for the better part of the past few months, and he seemed pleased with the idea.

needless to say, skipping past the choked tears and terse nods, your parents hadn’t taken your official coming-out very well. not only were you transitioning, but you were a masculine individual in a relationship with at least one man (you’d only mentioned will, by accidentally mentioning how he liked his coffee the same way your father did) and that was very much displeasing news to them. by the time you’d finally stormed out, tears spilling over your cheeks, they’d made up their minds that they were okay never talking to you again if you were… their words.. ‘planning to be like this forever’.

so you rushed home and slammed the door behind you, leaning your back against the door and trying not to slide down onto the floor as you hung your coat up on the rack by the door.

your partners peeked out from the kitchen, rushing over to you once they heard your woeful sobbing.

“didn’t go well,” you managed to say into will’s chest as he wrapped you into a hug. he and hannibal exchanged a look as you sobbed yourself tired.

the two of them had just gotten home and had been in the kitchen preparing dinner — or, hannibal was preparing dinner and will was keeping him company.

you explained to them, once you’d caught your breath, that you didn’t think it would’ve gone so bad. they were your parents, after all, didn’t they want to have a relationship with you after two years of no contact at all? you’d foolishly allowed yourself to think they’d accept you with open arms and apologize for everything. but of course that’s not what happened at all. you were devastated; why couldn’t you just be cis? you were miserable as you requested — against hannibal’s very serious wishes — to just go to bed without dinner that night, opting instead to just sleep away the misery of your lost relationship with your parents.

hannibal and will took turns visiting you through the night until you finally were able to fall asleep. they would hold you tight and kiss your forehead.

a week later, after you’d finally blocked your parents’ numbers and the whole interaction was starting to fade away from your immediate thoughts, you caught your parents’ names on television. it made you stop in your tracks, turning around to watch the newscast.

they’d been found dead.

you were shocked — it seemed really sudden; like karma had come to them for the way they’d treated you. only a week ago they’d been sneering at your lifestyle, and now they’d been found dead. the newscaster didn’t say anything about the cause of death or anything, just that they were dead.

they were dead. you’d never have to worry about what they thought about you again, you supposed. it felt… good. you were relieved; which is not what you’re expected to feel when your parents died, but there you were.

you told will and hannibal and they expressed their congratulations to you in the form of cooking you your favorite meal and watching your favorite movie. things were good. and you never had to think about what they could’ve been, because it couldn’t have been better than this.

#writing #slashers #asks #male reader #drabble #requests #ftm reader #nbc hannibal x ftm reader #will graham x ftm!reader #hannibal x male reader #🚄 anon

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So here is my third idea…a bit longer and darker but I hope you like it

So it starts right where part 2 ended…Evan and his new love interest are enjoying their food and flirting a little….Evan asks what brought reader over and asks semi seriously if he is that irresistible and gets a slight laugh in response

Evan then decides to play his answer machine and gets the same messages from the film as he admires his watch…reader is playing with the heating …..turning it and asks if he should be jealous Evan points out if he haven’t called them back no…

Reader comments how it’s getting really hot in here and maybe they need to cool off so they decide to head to the shower more flirting as they start to make out in the shower

Then they notice the temperature of the water starting to grow warmer and scalding …..they turning it off but it won’t work and the door is jammed…they start panicking/blaming each other as they desperately try to get out

Evan eventually smashes his way out by just shouldering the glass till it breaks ….later they are in Evans bedroom putting ice packs on each other as they apologise for turning on each other and they kiss with Evan asking what is happening Reader settles down with him on the bed and says he doesn’t know but he will find out

obvouvou;u they are going to stick together

what do you think ?

you've always got really creative ideas -- this fic would've been a one-shot without you lol -- let's see if you like the next installment! here we go--!

part 3 of evan lewis x male reader escaping death -- lovingly entitled 'luck of the draw' on ao3 --

cw: near-death experience, anxiety, making out, groping.

evan joined you at the little dining table, taking a seat and passing your food to you once it was all cooked. the entire little apartment smelled like rich, savory noodles; it was nice. this was the most at ease you'd felt since you'd met evan. that fact made you feel a little guilty. it wasn't as if you thought it was evan's fault, and you sure weren't gonna stop hanging out with him just over some silly superstitions you were having. you'd never been one to really believe in such things; but you couldn't deny the extreme relief you felt when you'd prevented whatever had been destined to happen. it gave you almost a sense of responsibility to stay and help him, to keep him safe from whatever power-that-be was hell-bent on hurting him. why evan, you found yourself thinking, of all people? and why you, sent to be his savior?

"so, uh…what brought you back here?" evan asked, after swallowing a bite of his food. he looked at you with an eyebrow raised. just as you were about to answer him and let him know about the strange feeling you'd been having, he smirked at you and continued speaking. "am i that irresistible?"

you laughed, rolling your eyes at his goofy expression. you decided to maybe bring up your weird feeling later. or maybe, not at all? after all you didn't even know if it was founded; maybe you were just having a weird week. maybe you needed to go back to that therapist you'd been seeing a while back.

"oh-- i forgot," evan said, reaching over and pressing a button on his answering machine. some messages from girls started to play, making you feel a little embarrassed. mainly for them; they sounded pretty desperate to get their hands on some of that money evan had just won from the lottery. you watched evan admire the watch he'd gotten the day before; fiddling with the latch as you stood up and cleared your throat awkwardly. you decided to busy yourself by absently messing with the thermostat, unable to find the remote to his tv and feeling that messing with your phone might've come off as rude.

"should i be jealous?" you asked evan, playfully, but also eyeing him a bit warily. he was a cocky guy, and the two of you hadn't said anything about being mutually exclusive just yet-- or ever, in that case. and he was entitled to do whatever he wanted, whether it be calling these women back or not.

"well, i mean, i haven't called them back yet, have i?" he pointed out. he finally looked up from his shiny new watch and looked over at you, reaching over to start deleting the messages. you grinned to yourself, turning the heat down a tad more. it had started getting a little hotter in the small apartment; it was freaking you out a bit. the thermostat said a cool 65 degrees fahrenheit once you were done messing with it. it shouldn't have felt so hot in there, right?

maybe you'd worked yourself up over evan's other potential lovers. you weren't really the jealous type; not outwardly, of course.

"hey, you wanna hop in the shower really quick?" you asked, crossing over to the dining table again. you put your arms around evan's shoulders from behind, leaning in and nibbling playfully on his ear. "it's getting kinda hot in here, don't you think? maybe we should cool off…" you said. you didn't boast about your flirting skills, that was for sure, but you thought you were charming enough. and evan evidently did too. he rolled his eyes, but there was definitely a grin on his face.

"you didn't even finish your food," he teased, though it didn't seem like he was all too concerned, after you'd just insinuated that he'd be getting lucky again. he stood from his chair and led you into the bathroom, the two of you flirtingly undressing each other on the way. there was a trail of clothes on the way to the bathroom, ending with the two of you standing by the shower. "i'm never gonna get tired of seeing that…" evan said playfully, eyeing your naked form beside him. he wrapped his arms around you, groping your ass and pulling you in for a kiss. you could feel yourself blush at the comment -- did that mean he wanted to keep seeing you? that maybe you'd be spending more time with him? you'd only known him for about a day, but he fascinated you, and you liked his goofy cockiness; it was surprisingly charming.

he turned around and started the water, leaning down and giving you access to return his groping. you grabbed his ass; it was really nice, you couldn't really tell that based on the clothes he wore, which made it all the better that you'd gotten to see it. and touch it, of course. he moaned as you massaged his ass and lower back. the water spritzed on, warm and steamy, inviting the two of you inside. the shower itself was a sort of glass box, with a door that swung open and clasped shut on the inside. it was the perfect size for the two of you to be intimately close in it together. the two of you clambered in, laughing as you bumped into each other while trying to get into comfortable positions. you ended up facing each other, a moment of thought before you both leaned in for a kiss.

the kiss deepened as the two of you started groping each other, becoming a full-on make-out session full of moaning and groaning. you broke away to bite on evan's neck, making him gasp out in surprise as you teeth scraped the delicate flesh just above his shoulder. "shit, wait, let me fix the temp real quick," evan grunted, pulling away from you, suddenly a bit agitated. you had to admit, the water was starting to get a little hot. he turned more cold on, but that didn't help. the water started getting hotter.

"are you turning the right knob?" you asked, hissing through your teeth as you felt the water start to sting the skin on your forearm. your arm was turning a bright, angry red as the water started to scald you.

"yes, i'm turning the right knob!" evan snipped at you, making you frown frustratedly at him. "i know which knob is cold, it's my apartment," he grumbled, turning both knobs now. it was clear he had been turning the right one; the water was just getting hotter by itself.

"maybe try turning it off?" you suggested, trying to scoot back away from the stream of boiling water. it had to be approaching something like 150 degrees at this point. you couldn't think straight, it was so hot. you were starting to panic, and you knew evan was too, but yours was starting to get intense. had you not avoided the thing that was supposed to hurt evan? and had you lumped yourself in with him? were the two of you going to die from third degree burns in this shower, trapped in the boiling water and choking on steam?

"i am trying to turn it off, man! i'm not stupid. why don't you try, if you're so smart?" evan snapped, shoving past you to trade you spots. now he was up against the glass wall of the shower, and he started to jiggle the clasp, trying to undo it. it was stuck. the two of you really were stuck, and if you didn't find a way out soon, it wasn't going to be pretty. "damn it, this is all your fault, you were the one who suggested getting in here in the first place… i bet you broke the stupid latch…"

"hey, don't get pissed off at me," you grouched back at him, angry that he was blaming you for something that clearly wasn't your fault. there were sinister things at play, here, working against you and evan and trying to harm you both now. "maybe if your apartment wasn't so hot, i wouldn't have wanted to get in here." you grumbled as the two of you worked on your tasks separately, faced away from each other. the heat of the water climbed in intensity so rapidly it was making you lightheaded. it had been all of three or four minutes that you'd been in there, and in just that time, the two of you had gotten agitated enough to blame each other for something that you at least knew wasn't anyone's fault. at this point it was clearly some sort of evil thing at play, here. you fiddled with the knobs desperately, evan messing with the latch, when in one quick second you heard a smashing sound behind you.

evan had busted through the foggy glass pane of the shower, shouldering it with all of his weight and smashing through it. cool air rushed in, already soothing your skin as you rushed out to him, stepping around glass and crouching down to where he lay on the floor amidst a bed of glass shards. the water sprayed on behind you, harmlessly flowing down the drain. steam curled up around you in the bathroom as you consoled evan, brushing glass off of him and pulling him up to his feet.

all animosity drained from the two of you as you looked into each other's eyes, safe from the boiling heat of the shower. "are you alright?" you asked him, gathering him in your arms and holding him close as the two of you mentally recovered from the ordeal you'd just been through.

"sorry i was being such an ass," evan said to you, softly, as you passed an ice pack and frozen peas back and forth to each other. he'd given you a spare pair of pajama pants and was wearing a pair himself as the two of you sat on his bed together. your head was swimming with all the things that had happened the past day; you barely heard him.

"it's okay. i was being an ass too -- it wasn't anybody's fault," you assured him, leaning in and kissing him on the lips. it was a gentle kiss, meant to be comforting. it seemed to have worked at least a little bit, but he was still a little worked up.

"maybe not, but.. what the hell was it, then? that shit doesn't just happen."

you sighed softly, biting on your lip. you knew that you'd been right all along, that the crazy-anxious feeling you'd been having was founded in some kind of truth. this wouldn't be the last time something like this happened. the pit in your stomach had started to return, and you had a feeling that it would be there for a while. you figured you better get used to saving evan's life, and he'd better get used to saving yours. you didn't know what the feeling meant exactly, other than the two of you would be being chased by death for a good while going forward. "i don't really know," you said, pausing. you thought about just brushing it off, keeping him in the dark for just a moment longer, letting him have that ignorant bliss. but it felt irresponsible. "but it feels… cosmic," you muttered, just in case he thought you were being crazy. but when you looked up at him, he was nodding slowly and thoughtfully. "and we'll figure it out. i'll get to the bottom of this, and we'll stop it," you promised, reaching over to hold his hand in your lap.

24-hour relationship or not, evan wasn't going to die, and neither were you. you were going to see to that.

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brain juice has been absorbed!!! how about ftm reader is ovulating, and is just BEGGING to be bred by will and hannibal? his poor pussy is just leaking, and his own fingers arent enough to make him feel good :(

his two lovers take turns breeding him all day, makin sure they pump him full of cum. the poor boy is all overstimulated and ruined by their thick cocks<3

obivously they give him so much aftercare, jus drowning their pretty little boyfriend in priase

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yesyesyesyes!!! this is such a fun request, i hope you have half as much fun reading it as i did writing it lol... here we go!!!

ovulating ftm!reader x will graham and hannibal lecter!

cw: ftm reader, ovulation mention, possible dysphoria, ftm reader gets his breasts fondled/reader is pre- top surgery, double penetration, no condom/cum inside/anal and vaginal creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise kink, anal and vaginal fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, threesome and use of words: cock, t-cock, clit, pussy, cunt, hole, slit, folds… etc etc… and aftercare of course!

you'd been miserably horny all morning, waking up with your pussy already drooling. both of your lovers were busy with work, so that left you in hannibal's sprawling house all alone. you'd tried your fingers all morning; one, two, and three… but nothing worked. you could tell that something was going on; you were only this drippy when you were ovulating. if only will and hannibal were home; but you had to wait a few more hours. so fingering it was. you couldn't remember where you'd put your sex toys when you'd moved into hannibal's house with him. will was thinking about moving in too; he was there enough. he just wanted to make sure there was enough room for his dogs, and a suitable place for all of his fishing gear.

desperate for release, you texted hannibal with one hand, knowing that he only had a couple of appointments today… he'd most likely be home before will. you asked him when he'd be home and he told you what you'd expected; a couple hours.

so you were forced to finger your slick, throbbing pussy all by yourself. you were whiny and frustrated, two fingers in your ass and two in your pussy when hannibal arrived home from his last appointment. he chuckled at you, looking at your position with amusement. as you noticed him, you felt a warmth wash over your skin, making you even more needy.

"so, this is why you needed me so bad," hannibal said with a sly grin, watching you as you slowly continued. you were face-down with one arm beneath you reaching up to finger your pussy, the other arm over your back and reaching to finger your ass. hannibal approached you as you whined out your response, starting to undo his belt and zipper. he pulled you closer to him by your hips; you continued fingering yourself as he dry-humped your bare ass with his clothed cock. you could feel it getting harder as he began grinding against you. "good boy, keep touching yourself for me," hannibal praised, sounding proud of his little whore. "you're so needy today, my love," he purred at you. "i'm not sure if i'll be enough to satisfy you… but then again, i'm sure my needy pet won't be able to wait for will, would he?"

you whimpered, fingering yourself harder. it really wasn't enough, it wouldn't be enough until you had two cocks inside you filling you to the brim with cum. "i need your cock," you whined out, your brain turned to mush in your needy, dick-drunk stupor.

hannibal chuckled, starting to pull his cock out of his underwear. when you pulled your fingers away to make room for him, he made sure you left the ones in your ass. in lieu of a butt plug, you assumed. he pressed the head of his cock against your drooling pussy, slowly pushing it in. his cock was thick, stretching wider than the two fingers you'd had in, but slipping in with ease since you'd worked yourself open already. you groaned out deeply, your free hand gripping the sheets beneath you as he sunk himself into you. "oh, god…" you murmured. his cock was always a treat; it was long, with a nice girth. it always filled you up so deeply. will's cock was shorter, but had a little more girth. the perfect combination of their cocks was hannibal in your pussy and will in your ass; that always made you lose your mind. but for now, you'd have to make do with your fingers instead of will.

hannibal held himself inside you for a moment, holding your hips with one hand while the other reached up and fondled one of your breasts, pinching and teasing at your nipple. "how do you feel now, my darling?" hannibal asked you, watching your blissed-out expression.

"so, so good," you managed to whimper, steadily working up to moving your fingers in your ass again. you stopped once hannibal started moving his hips, your knees starting to get weak and your arm getting tired. you held it in place whule hannibal started to rock his hips into you, thrusting in a way that made your breasts bounce. your face went warm; typically this was very embarrassing for you, but your lovers always made you feel perfect and confident.

"let's get you more comfortable, then," hannibal said, replacing your fingers with his and letting you get into a more comfortable position, fucking into you nice and slow while his fingers massaged inside your ass. you moaned in satisfaction, letting more muscles relax as he fucked into you lovingly. "you're doing so well, look at you take my cock so deep," hannibal purred at you, groping your ass with his free hand. he slowly began to increase his speed and force as you got needier. he pulled you closer and sheathed himself deep inside you; so deep, you thought you could feel him in your stomach. he added another finger into your ass and started fingering you roughly.

"oh!… o-oh, fuck, that's good." you whined out, arms folded on the bed in front of you and your face buried against them. the force of him fingering you made your body lurch forward with every thrust. you grunted and groaned out as he finger-fucked your ass; it made your pussy throb and clench around his cock. you could feel yourself inching toward a climax, your pussy was dripping down your inner thighs and they were starting to tremble."so, so good," you repeated, starting to drool on your arm. hannibal could tell you were getting closer; he pulled his cock out of your pussy and slipped it into your ass, sheathing it in and making you almost cry. he felt so good, and he knew perfectly how to fuck you. it was insane.

hannibal fucked your ass and reached around to your clit, swirling his finger around it. your t-cock was swollen and sensitive, and his touch was able to send you over the edge. you whined out as he thrusted one last rough time inside your ass, spilling his cum deep inside you. that last thrust made you cum hard, squirting buckets all over your inner thighs and soaking the sheets beneath you. "yes, yes, oh fuck, yes!" you gasped out as your legs shook with the force of your orgasm.

hannibal let you ride it out before he pulled his cock out of your ass slowly, rubbing your sides and easing you down onto the bed in a comfortable position. he praised and petted on you as you relaxed and came down from your high. "you did so well, dear," he told you as he led you into the bathroom to clean you off.

hannibal got undressed after he set you in the hot water he'd drawn for you, climbing into the large tub with you and settling you onto his lap. it had been barely fifteen minutes since you'd cum and you already felt needy again; truly, your sex drive was wildly high right now. thankfully, this typically amused hannibal, and he had a rather small refractory period as well. this wasn't the first time you'd proposed a day full of fucking, and surely wouldn't be the last. after hannibal massaged your sore muscles and got you cleaned up a bit, you began grinding your pussy down against his cock in the water. it felt so good just brushing between your slit.

"already ready for round two?" he chuckled, leaning in to pull your nipple into his mouth, playing with it between his teeth. you groaned, nodding, your hands exploring his chest and teasing his nipples in return. "so impatient… can't even let will join in for our second go-around?" he teased, slurping on your breasts and starting to leave little love marks.

you reached down and slid hannibal's cock back up into your pussy, slowly but surely. your eager hole took him in easily. you sat firmly down on his lap, his cock balls-deep inside you. "fuck, that's good," you groaned, wiggling your hips to allow your pussy to re-adjust. and as soon as it did, hannibal's hands held your hips tight and started to bounce you on his cock. it made you feel weightless when he did this, made you feel so confident when he stared hungrily at your breasts or even leaned in and licked or sucked on them. hannibal was such a good lover, along with will, whose presence you longed for. you were so needy; soon you'd need them both to even have a chance at getting off.

hannibal rode you on his cock for a good little while and sucked on your nipples until you came on his cock again, throwing your head back and moaning out as you held the sides of the bathtub to stabilize yourself. hannibal held you firmly as you rode out your highs together, filling you up a second time as your pussy clenched around his cock. being filled up again made you groan; you always loved the feeling of your lovers filling you to the brim with their cum. you leaned forward and let him hold you against his chest for a bit before the two of you actually got properly cleaned up and got out of the tub.

"i'll be out in a minute, my dear, i think i hear my phone ringing," hannibal said to you as he kissed your forehead, slipping on some pajama pants as he went into the bedroom to answer his phone.

you heard keys in the front door; you were too excited to put anything on because you knew it was will.

you basically attacked him with a hug, making him chuckle. "quite the outfit choice," he commented playfully, looking you up and down. you brought his lips to yours in a deep, needy kiss. your sexual stamina had already refilled, and you wanted him so badly.

"we just got out of the bath," you told him, starting to pull his coat off of him, breathless, kissing him roughly. he kept chuckling at you.

"you're so needy today," he teased, playfully kissing you back as he held you against him. "let me at least get the door closed, dear," he said, you begrudgingly allowing him to do so.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him, his hands going to grope your ass with his rugged hands. you started tugging his clothes off of him again as he led you into the dining room, lifting you up onto the table and spreading your legs. you were so excited when your lovers knew exactly what you wanted, when they just got straight into it. there was a specific deliciousness to waiting for it, to the nice and slow passion… but god, what you wanted right now was to be plowed hard and fast, over and over and over.

will kept kissing you hard as he dropped his pants and you took his cock eagerly out of his underwear. he groaned at the feeling of your hand on his length, his hands going up to grope at your sides and your chest. you gave him a nice, slow handjob as two of his fingers slipped into your already-wet cunt. he groaned out at how wet you were for him, grinning warmly against your lips. "you're so good for me, always ready to take me, aren't you?" he growled into you ear, nipping at your earlobe playfully.

"yes, will, i need you so bad," you whined at him. "i need you to fill me up," you told him as you heard hannibal's slow footsteps behind you. he walked around the table, giving will a deep kiss as will fingered you. you watched them kiss, whining. the sight of them touching each other always turned you on and made you jealous in equal amounts. hannibal whispered something in will's ear, standing behind him and starting to rub his sides and stroke will's cock. this allowed you to lay back and relax, letting will stick a third finger in and start to play with your t-cock. it was still sensitive, and made your legs start to tremble. "oh, right there!" you said, laying back and putting your feet up on the table to give will better access to you. you laid there in bliss, eyes falling closed as will worked his fingers up into you, curling them up and hitting that special spot he was so good at hitting. before long, you were squirting on his fingers, eyes shooting open to reveal that hannibal was fucking will's ass, and hard. will was some kind of super hero to be getting fucked like that and still able to make you squirt so hard. "oh, fuck.. that's hot," you giggled, blissed out from your orgasm. will grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against his lap, sliding his cock up into your pussy.

"yes, right there, don't stop," you heard will whisper to hannibal. will's hips moved with the force of hannibal's thrusts, making him thrust into you. he held you close against him, keeping himself inside you as he was fucked into. soon you were overstimulated to the point that you came on his cock, the force of your orgasm milking his cum into your pussy, and hannibal's into will's asshole. the three of you stood there panting for a bit, kissing and massaging each other until you retired into the bedroom for another round. at your begging, of course.

"c'mon, just one more time?" you whined at the two of them; they shared a little smirk and helped you get into your favorite position. hannibal beneath you, his cock sliding up into your waiting pussy, and will behind you. will's fingers worked your asshole back open before he slid his cock in. it was so perfect, the combination of their cocks in your holes. you sat there for a second as your holes adjusted to their girth, and when you gave the nod, they started moving. you moaned near constantly as will and hannibal's cocks worked in and out of you. after the day you'd had being filled up, it was almost to intense for you, making you see stars as they groped and kissed on yo, and each other. they took turns in speed and intensity, and will came first, filling your ass to the brim. his cum spilled out of you and dripped down your legs when he pulled his cock out.

"your ass looks so good like that," will said, as hannibal thrusted roughly up into you, hard and fast, the sound of your wet, gushy pussy echoing through the room. "you're so, so good at taking two cocks at once," will told you as he slid his cock back inside you; it squelched as he used his own cum as lube. you felt yourself cum as he slid his cock up to the hilt and slapped your ass just hard enough to leave a mark.

your holes clenched up and made hannibal cum deep into your cunt. both of your lovers held you close as they finished pumping you full of cum, the three of you moaning in pleasure and almost collapsing in a pile as waves of exhaustion washed over you. hannibal and will managed to help you back to the other bathroom, drawing a bath in the bigger tub that the three of you could soak in and relax. hannibal was the first to recover and brought back some water and chocolates for everyone to tide you all over until dinner.

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[sykosomatic]

Michael Myers

short, sweet, and simple! i like it :3

let’s do…. michael myers x kidnapped!male reader, and a couple of my favorite kinks <3

cw: kidnapping, heavy cnc themes, male reader has a cock, edging, anal sex (reader receiving), spit as lube (do not do that at home folks!), overstimulation, bondage (reader receiving), sub reader, bottom reader, rough sex.

“ugh…” you groaned. your head was throbbing as you woke up to a dark bedroom. your arms and legs were splayed out, wrists and ankles rubbed raw by the restraints michael had put you in. the last thing you remembered, you’d been running from him. deep in the dark woods, you’d been chased by the shape and tripped.. and then what? you thought maybe you’d hit your head on a rock. whatever had happened, you were on a bed now.

and naked.

you were face down on the bed, and your wiggling only put your ass in the air. you felt the air in the room shift suddenly as heavy footsteps entered. “hello?” you called out, needing to know if you were screwed. was it michael? was it someone here to help you?

no answer. you were literally screwed.

you felt hands on your hips, tugging you up into a more favorable position for your attacker. your ass was up in the air, your arms splayed out in front of you and your face pressed into the bed. you grunted as you felt him groping your ass, as if he were inspecting a piece of meat. he leaned in and shoved a finger into your mouth, making you gag in surprise, slathering his finger in your slobber. he shoved that finger into your ass, your hole trying to accommodate it with how little the spit was able to lubricate.

“ugh… fuck,” you groaned, spreading your fingers to help stretch your hole out. his finger was thick, that was apparent even after your hole finally stretched enough for it. you were trying to relax yourself when he stuck another in, making you grunt. “shit..” you groaned uncomfortably.

michael pulled his fingers out and made you slobber all over them again; tasting your own asshole was not something you’d expected out of this interaction. “blegh…” you grumbled, grunting when his fingers went back in. your hole had stretched a bit by now and it had started to feel.. pretty good when he thrust his two fingers in and out.

you spread your legs out again, presenting your ass up at him. he seemed to pause for a second, his fingers sheathed inside you. you squirmed a bit, wanting him to keep going. he kept his fingers still, wrapping a giant hand around your half-hard cock. you groaned at the feeling as he started to slowly jack you off as he plugged your hole.

“oh.. fuck,” you groaned, struggling in your restraints as you tried to get into a better position to experience the pleasure he was giving you. you gripped at the sheets, defeated, trying to arch your back against his fingers to get them deeper, or maybe to suggest you wanted more. he ignored your request, pumping your cock until he felt your precum leak out of your tip.

that’s when he went for it — fingering your ass and pumping your cock at full force and speed. you cried out in pleasure as you felt yourself reaching for a climax. your toes even started to curl and you were starting to see stars when he pulled his hand away from your cock, leaving it dangling there, throbbing and drooling.

“fuck!” you groaned. no release from his fingers either; they’d gone still.

there was a moment when you thought he’d left the room, he was so silent and unmoving. you presented your ass again, wiggling it in the air, almost crying from the denied orgasm. “fuck me, please,” you cried out, desperate.

michael waited a couple moments longer before you heard a zipper. uh oh. if his fingers were that big, how big was his cock?

you found out soon enough as he pressed the head of his cock against your asshole. it had been stretched out a bit, so you shuddered to think if you would’ve been able to take his girth if he hadn’t used his fingers first. you spread your legs desperately wide, trying your hardest to give him as much space as possible.

the head of his cock popped into your asshole, making you lightheaded. it was so big. “oh, fuck!” you gasped as you felt him grab your hips, putting his cock into you hands-free. it slowly slid inside you, stretching your hole out more than any other cock you’d ever taken. his was most definitely a match for his height.

by the time it was all the way inside you, you were panting and grunting from the effort. the girth alone was impressive, but it was also long enough that you felt like he’d been putting it inside you for maybe a full five minutes.

and then he started fucking you. you white-knuckled the sheets, biting them as well. his hands held your hips hard as he made short, rough thrusts up into your asshole. his heavy balls clapped against your taint, making your cock leak. you already felt like you had been getting fucked for an hour by the time he was able to work his full cock in and out of your aching hole.

he sat there and fucked you long and hard, stopping every time you seemed to be close to climax. you were nearly in tears when he decided to have mercy on you and sheath himself while he reached down to your cock again. he pumped it nice and slow, working up a good rhythm as he felt your asshole clench around his cock. you climaxed into his hand and on the bed, ropes and ropes of sticky cum spilling out of you, leaving you absolutely exhausted.

he didn’t wait for you to recoup before thrusting rough inside you once again, shoving you down on the bed so that your cock was pressed beneath your body as he slid his huge cock between your ass cheeks and deep into your ass. how had he not cum yet? you’d been going at it forever.

he made you cum perhaps two or three more times before you could do little but lay there and whimper. the overstimulation was driving you crazy, making your limbs tingle and your vision go blurry.

finally, michael spilled his cum deep inside your asshole, fucking it into you as the massive amount of cum emptied from his balls. you groaned out something unintelligible, feeling him grope your ass and thighs as he rode out his high. he finally pulled his cock out of you, and you felt so impossibly empty.

“maybe.. maybe some lube next time?” you murmured before completely collapsing from the exhaustion of taking his massive girth.

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Hey can I request freddy and jason (separately) with a reader who is hated by their brother for being social and bubbly and they have nightmares of their family beating them up, bullying them, abanding them, despite the parents would never do that and it just gets to be too much? 😔

of course! i haven’t done a freddy & reader in a long long time lol — this is a really creative and interesting plot, i hope you like it!! (and sorry it took so long!!)

freddy kreuger & jason vorhees/gn!reader with intrusive thoughts <3

cw: intrusive thoughts of family mistreating reader, nightmares, reader has a hateful brother. sfw content otherwise!

freddy first! —

you’d been having nightmares recently. they varied in intensity and subject but they all ended the same: you jumping up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, trembling with fear as you tried to catch your breath. there was another constant you’d started to find; a man. you couldn’t remember what he looked like, but you could remember it was always the same man.

you climbed out of bed one morning after a restless sleep, yawning as you got dressed. you gave yourself a weak smile in the mirror; you tried to stay positive despite what you were going through. “alright… let’s go,” you said, steeling yourself for the day you had ahead of you.

you lived with your parents and your brother; not quite ready financially to move out, your parents had agreed to let you stay if you helped with a few bills and kept up after your messes. it was easy enough, and they were nice to you.

but that didn’t stop you from being anxious about how they felt about you. you felt bad for still living with them; even though your brother did too. you felt like they were pretending they didn’t hate you — your brother sure hated you, why wouldn’t they? — even though every time they interacted with you it felt very genuine. you couldn’t shake off the feeling that they were gonna up and abandon you one day, or come into your room at night and suddenly be violent towards you.

your nightmares depicted these scenes graphically. it was starting to freak you out.

the day you had planned.. was running away. you knew deep down inside that your parents didn’t hate you, that your bubbly and upbeat personality wasn’t cause for your brother to hate you and he was just being an ass, but it was all just starting to be too much.

you had a bag packed and you were ready to go. you hopped on a bus and were ready to pick a random destination; you had enough money saved up to get an okay start. you couldn’t help but feel bad for leaving.. but at least you’d left a note so they didn’t call the police or anything.

after about an hour or so, you started to drift off to sleep with your head leaning against the bus window. you could hear a voice whispering in your ear just as you fell asleep, making you jerk awake, thinking someone was trying to talk to you. nobody around you was even looking in your direction. you calmed yourself down and ended up falling asleep again.

the whisper came back.

it was the man you’d been seeing in your dreams. standing in front of a house. he had knives for fingers, it looked like. and his skin looked as if he’d been burned. you vaguely remembered that he’d always looked like that, and even though you felt like you should be scared, you didn’t feel frightened at all.

“come with me,” he said again. you realized that’s what he’d been saying this whole time, in your dreams and when you’d fallen sleep earlier.

you nodded slowly, and felt yourself start to fade out of the real world somehow. you felt the real world become less real and the dream world become your reality. you felt more awake now than you did when you were actually awake.

if anyone had been watching you, they would’ve seen your body disappear from the bus as you joined freddy in the dream realm.

>>>>>>>>>>>>

and now jason! —

you jumped up out of bed in a cold sweat; another nightmare. in this one, your parents and brother were taking turns berating you, telling you how horrible you were and how much they hated you. it was horrible. you’d had this nightmare for weeks on end now. this had to be your final straw.

you knew your parents would never actually say those things; at least, you hoped that was true. but your brother? he hated you for your bubbly, social personality. he thought you were weird and told you so as often as he could.

you lived with your parents and brother; you weren’t financially stable enough quite yet to move out on your own, so you helped with a couple bills and cleaned up after yourself. easy enough. or it would be, if it didn’t feel like your parents hated you. it was frustrating to you that you couldn’t prove they hated you, because they seemed so sincere when they interacted with you.

it was the middle of the night, and you did what you’d been doing ever since you’d started having those nightmares. you got up out of bed and got dressed in some warm clothes, grabbing a small bag of your stuff and heading out to your favorite place. camp crystal lake.

the place had been closed for a long time, after the massacre that had happened there. you’d heard that the killer still lived there, but in all the trips you’d taken you’d never seen him. you wanted to.

really, you just wanted to live there at camp crystal lake. you were less scared of a killer than you were of your parents hating you. and how could they hate you if you weren’t there bothering them? it seemed like the perfect plan, living at your favorite place. and you’d never seen the so-called killer before, so maybe he didn’t even live there.

you were within comfortable walking distance, and arrived there almost in record time. it was truly your favorite place to be. it was calm and cool there by the lake.

you found the cabin you’d been staying in when you went, looking exactly how you’d left it… except one thing. the bed you’d slept in was made? that was odd. you didn’t remember making it. oh well. maybe you’d forgotten. a killer wasn’t going to make a bed, was he?

you set your stuff down by the bed and laid down, settling under the covers and getting comfortable. the sounds of the lake and the animals outside lulled you to a comfortable sleep. you never had nightmares when you slept here. maybe you should just stay?

you woke up to the feeling of someone touching you; startling you awake. you looked up to see someone — with.. was that a hockey mask? — standing above you, silent and watching. there was something like recognition behind those eyes, like he’d been doing this every time that you’d come here to sleep.

“are you that killer everybody’s been warning me about?” you chuckled, watching him stand back up from tucking you in. he was silent, just watching, for a moment before he turned and left. “well.. i guess i’ll see you tomorrow night!” you called out to him, getting comfortable in your new bed.

#writing #slashers #asks #drabble #requests #gn reader #freddy krueger/reader #jason vorhees/reader #freddy krueger #jason vorhees #freddy kreuger/gn!reader #jason vorhees/gn!reader #gn!reader

[sykosomatic]

welcome back!! lord have mercy..that new fic was everything. I dont know how you do itt!! no words. mhmhm.

my brain has no more juice left, so im just gonna let it absorb some soup before requesting more

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im so glad you liked it!!! <3 tysm for requesting from me, i love your requests!!

#writing #slashers #asks #🚄 anon

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🤤🤤🤤Both the mikey and Hanni ones were delicious, my eyes came‼️‼️istg you always deliver. new request incoming: !!! T4T Will and reader bein absolutely adorable but horny husbands. tribbing/frotting against each other all day, bein all cozy and shit. one will read a book while the other will sit on their lap, grinding against them while attempting to read too. just sittin there in the cutest sweaters while they take turns eating each other outtttt. at the end of the day they drink some hot chocolate and snuggle up on the bed with their dogsss<333333 its so cute ofofmgmmgmgmgmg

DROOOLING!!!

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you got it! your requests never disappoint either! 🤤

again, sorry it took so long! and ty for being so patient and understanding, friend!

here we go!….

ftm!will graham x ftm!reader! <3

cw: vulgar language used — ‘pussy/cunt’, t-cock. cunnilingus (reader giving and receiving), vaginal fingering (reader giving and receiving). pre-op trans man breasts being fondled (reader giving).

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cold winter nights were always like this; half the time you were hanging off of each other, limbs lazily draped over each others bodies. you and will shared a cozy little collection of soft sweaters, and typically that’s all you’d wear. just an old, worn-out sweater; bottom halves naked and top halves binder-less. this made fondling each other so much easier. you’d lazily snake your hand up into his sweater while he read a book, teasing his nipples and massaging his little breasts. he’d moan softly, more of a satisfied sigh; nothing had to come from these advances, but when they did, they were usually also lazy and casual.

you and will liked to lay in bed or on the couch and read together while you snuggled. you’d straddle his leg, or he’d straddle yours, both engrossed in your books. the one straddling the other would sometimes rock his hips against his partner’s thigh, rubbing his pussy slowly against the warm bare flesh. when you did it, you would grind your hips down as you read, eventually dropping your book in favor of focusing more on the pleasure of your cunt. will would keep reading of course, a hand on your hip to stabilize you. sometimes you’d reach climax just from this but other times just the friction and closeness was enough.

other times the two of you would be cuddling and will would sit his book on the nightstand, bookmarking it neatly, quietly slipping down so that his mouth was level with your cunt. he’d look up at you, asking permission, before he dove in. will was excellent with his tongue, and you weren’t far behind. at least in your opinion; you were sure will would argue to your credit.

but how could you be half as good as him, with the way he worked his mouth? he’d slide his tongue deep into your cunt, working you open so he could slide a finger in; just one, just enough that it made you ache. his tongue would circle your t-cock like a shark its prey, softly attacking the most sensitive spots. he’d work along your slit, kissing the folds of your drooling pussy as he fingered you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

the two of you liked playing this mental game where you’d silently decide to swap places before climaxing, edging yourselves to extend the intense pleasure.

and when it was your time to eat his pussy, you did so with fervor. you were a messy eater; appreciating your meal like it was your last. and will would hold your hair, whimpering and screwing his eyes shut when it got to be too much. his weakness was getting his swollen t-cock sucked; the sensation was wholly overwhelming for him and you knew he loved being just barely overstimulated.

the two of you also loved tribbing; it was a nice way to get some energy out, burn off some steam. rubbing your warm wet cunts together was always a steamy affair; it made both of you pant and grunt desperately, gasping out when your t-cock brushed against the warm folds of your partner’s pussy. everything you did with will felt so good. the lazy sleepy winter sex was always so fulfilling and cozy.

and perhaps the best part? after the two of you caught your breath, will would guide you into the kitchen and you’d work together making some delicious hot chocolate, warming your hands on the mugs and climbing back into bed, your shared dogs climbing up with you and settling in for the night. neither of you slept better than after a nice cozy day of lovingly fucking each other.

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[sykosomatic]

Yo, Adam! noticed you haven't been very active, hope everythin is well! if not, then i hope that itll get better for you soon

best wishes: 🚄anon

hey!! i have a couple requests sitting in my inbox that im super excited about and wanting to get to soon! i haven’t been ignoring you guys, i promise! tysm for reaching out bestie 🥺❤️ all is well, ive been busy and writer’s block is a killer 🔪 planning on coming back very soon but i wanted to answer this ask rly quick!!! ❤️

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[sykosomatic]

detective hoffman x apprentice!male reader <3 (nsfw!!!)

cw: reader gets fucked in a saw trap, no plot just porn, reader giving hoffman head, rough sex, no condom/lube for plot purposes (but you should use those things irl!), hoffman spits at reader, reader is submissive, reader bottoms, hoffman cums in reader’s throat and ass, famous saw bathroom makes an appearance(!).

((as voted on in the poll i posted a couple days ago!))

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your head was throbbing from dehydration, your eyes opening to a harsh blue light. the blue only made it worse, your eyes straining in the fluorescents. you couldn’t remember much about where you’d even been before this… working on a trap, maybe? that’s the last thing you remembered, but something could’ve happened between then and … whatever was happening now. “ugh…” you groaned, trying to move and get up, and finding out that your wrists were strapped down to the chair you were sat in. and your ankles as well..? what the hell was going on?

“hello..? guys, this isn’t funny…!” you groaned out, your own voice making your head throb. your shoulders felt heavy, and you looked down to see that there was in fact a trap around your neck. you recognized it; amanda had been working on this one. was it finished? was she trying it out on you..? “amanda?” you croaked, hooding for an answer. now that your eyes had adjusted, you knew where you were at. that damn bathroom.

you felt hands on your shoulders — well, they parts of your shoulders not carrying the shotgun trap on them — and you jumped a bit, looking for the owner as he walked around to the front of your chair. you frowned thoughtfully, wondering what had spurred him to put you here, looking around for a timer. what had you done to warrant a trap? you minded your own business, helped when needed… and besides, you’d already survived your own trap. a second wasn’t necessary; you still had the scars from the first. “hoffman..?” you mused, watching him take something out of his coat pocket. a tape recorder. your stomach flipped.

before you could object or voice your concerns for being tested again, he set the tape recorder in your lap. he reached in and pressed a button on the side of your collar, presumably turning it on. there wasn’t a timer — amanda had wired it to be set off some other way. hoffman pressed play on the tape player and his own raspy voice played from the tape.

“hello, young apprentice. i want to play a game.”

hoffman shifted forward. you watched him undo his belt and slide his zipper down as his voice over the tape told you what to do.

“i want you to prove yourself to me. you deem yourself worthy of being an apprentice, and yet you’ve done nothing to prove you can handle it. do you have what it takes?”

hoffman’s cock was what you’d expected for his build and height; it was girthy, and probably a bit above average length. he stroked it slowly in front of you, making your face hot.

“you want me to suck you off,” you gathered, from the very obvious information in front of you. his lopsided grin gave you butterflies. you hadn’t thought of him sexually before, not really, and as you looked up at him you wondered why. he had a nice muscular, dad bod build. his face was attractive, and when he did decide to speak his voice was raspy and rugged.

instead of answering, he pulled a little switch box out of his pocket and pressed a button. you heard your collar beep, as if activated. you’d thought it was already activated… evidently he’d tweaked amanda’s design and added a timer.

“you have two minutes,” came his voice from above you; his real voice, making you shudder. what, you had to make him cum in two minutes using just your mouth to prove you deserved to live? was that what your life was worth, a blowjob? little did you know, he had a lot more in store for you than that.

you leaned your head in and met him halfway, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. you figured you obviously didn’t have very long so you had to skip the niceties of a really good blowjob; you had to give him a good, fast, sloppy one.

you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, bobbing your head and trying to fit as much of his girth down your throat as possible. you fought back a gag, clawing your fingernails into the wooden armrests of your chair. his hand found the back of your head, driving his shaft down deeper and making you choke. drool dribbled down your chin, slathering all over his cock as he made you gag on his length. he seemed to like the sound, and hey, if he was gonna help you win, who were you to object?

your drool coated his cock as you gagged, practically streaming down his length and balls. he grunted in pleasure after a moment, shoving your head down even further. the hair at the base of his cock tickled against your nose and chin. he held you there for a moment, his grip tight on the back of your head as he growled lowly, cumming deep into the back of your throat. you sputtered and choked, drooling his cum out of your mouth. you tried to swallow what you could, not knowing whether or not that would get you penalized.

you expected him to disarm the collar once you were through sucking him off but he didn’t. he undid your leg restraints, and you stayed put. why hadn’t he disarmed the collar?

hoffman undid your wrist restraints, grabbing you roughly and turning you around, shoving your knees into the seat of the chair. you grinned in protest but didn’t say anything else just yet. what else was he going to do to you?

hoffman restrained your wrists on the top of the back of the chair, tying your wrists up between the rungs. “i… won.. didn’t i?” you asked. as soon as the words left your mouth you knew better than to have asked them and your face went red as hoffman yanked your pants down, exposing your bare ass to the undeniable chill of the room.

“oh, am i mistaken? have you proven yourself worthy to me?” he spat at you, first in his tone and then actually spitting at the rim of your asshole. he was going to fuck you. why did the thought of that make you so aroused?

“well.. my two minutes was up.. wasn’t it?”

hoffman chuckled, like he knew something you didn’t, and he wasn’t going to tell you.

“did you like my mouth so much you wanted the real thing?” you asked playfully, biting your lip as you awaited his response. he smacked your ass, hard, and you gasped. “fuck!”

“maybe so,” he muttered, chuckling at your reaction. you could feel, but not see, his cock aligning at the entrance of your asshole. it made you clench up in anticipation but you quickly realized that would be a bad idea. you relaxed your body as much as you could as you felt his slobber and cum covered cock sink into your asshole. god, was he so girthy. you moaned deeply, spreading your legs the best you could to give him room. his cock was warm and wet as it slid up into you, making you whine as he sheathed himself all the way in.

he gave no warning as he slid slowly out that he’d slam back into you, and you hadn’t expected one, but it would’ve been nice. you saw stars as he pounded his cock into you, hitting that oh-so-special spot about the third time in. it had you unraveling in seconds, drooling and whining. his hands held tight to your ass, so tight you were sure there would be bruises. and occasionally spanked you to get a good reaction.

“oh, fuck!” you cried out as you came, splattering the chair with your cum. your legs shook as he kept taking you, making your eyes water. he was fucking you so hard you’d started getting lightheaded. you moaned and whined incoherently, your head bobbing with his movements like you were some sort of rag doll. god, it felt so good.

“shit, shit!” you cried out as he milked a second orgasm out of you. how had he done that? your asshole was raw and sore by the time you came from him pounding out that spot. that was three now? your wrists were rubbed raw from the writhing and wriggling he was working out of you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care that much.

hoffman was quiet save for the occasional grunt or groan, right up until the end where he started almost growling. you could feel him being impossibly rougher as he got to his orgasm; he was clawing at your sides, back, and ass. as he came, he held your ass cheeks flush against his hips, keeping you there as he unloaded himself into you. he filled you up, making you moan out at the sensation. “fuck…” you breathed out as he finished.

hoffman pulled his cock out of your ass, slow and deliberate as he watched his cum spill out of you and down your thighs. he smacked your ass one last time, pressing the button to disarm the collar — finally — making relief course through you. he undid your restraints, unexpectedly, and wordlessly walked away. “i had fun too..!” you called to him as he walked off, leaving you there covered in his cum.

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