#BHF 2k follower raffle

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Dr Herbert West x AFAB student Reader

Wanting to fluster Dr West, you start attending classes wearing short skirts with nothing underneath. While he's lecturing to the class, you part your legs so he has a very nice view of you playing with yourself one handed while taking notes. You are careful to stay unnoticed by your classmates while teasing Herb mercilessly, noting that he has to eventually keep his crotch out of view. He asks you to " join him in his office for further tutoring. " smut ensues

@thedeathdoctor 💖

Now this is a truly delicious prompt that I can get behind! Hope you fucking love it! I had a good ass time with this one, not super long but hey these are supposed to be more drabble length anyway and I adore the flow of this one, hope it hits and hits hard! Let’s goooo-

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.3K. Herbert West X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Pining. Longing. Crushes. Professor/Student Dynamic. Exhibitionism. Masturbation. Semi-Public. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Taunting. Teasing. Making Out. Biting. Dirty Talk. Man Handling. Vaginal Sex. Choking.

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That Was…

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He had to know. He has to be aware of it. Because the alternative of him being totally fucking clueless to the effect he had on you was too infuriating to entertain. You would sit at the front and write and take notes and feel just frustrated, angry, that he was so distracting. 

He would be talking so quickly, going off on passionate tangents before catching himself, you found yourself transfixed, unable to look anywhere else. Meaning on occasion your notes were rather messy but who cared about the damn notes? When he was talking and teaching and as the title suggested itself, professing. You did all you could to soak up all he said like a sponge but this proved challenging at times. The intense expressions he could wear, how hard his eyes could look at times behind his glasses as he reprimanded someone who forgot the class work or couldn't answer a simple question or worse still, fell behind on the reading. You’d also stare at the ways his hands would tense, tendons and veins clear on the back of his hand as he wrote on the board, you wondered how those hands would feel on you, gripping your waist or your neck-

You couldn’t take it anymore.

It had been weeks bleeding into a month and more than that, the semester was almost over, you’d been pining and wanting and thought that maybe you should do something about it.

It was stupid and risky as hell but after thinking and obsessive for a while longer you deemed it worth it. You had a truly awful professor kink, had for as long as you could remember, this wasn't the first time you liked one of your teachers but this was the most intense so far.

You had cum near countless times to the nastiest things with him in the middle of them. You had one about you being under his desk during an exam and blowing him while everyone else worked in a room so quiet you could hear a pin drop. So you had a professor kink and an exhibitionist streak?

Everyone has something that gets you off.

And yours was wearing a short skirt and sitting on his lap at the edge of the fountain in the quad, being cock warmed by him while looking like you are just sharing lunch to the casual outside observer.

You wanted to be bent over and spanked on his desk in front of the class before he rails you stupid for all to see and grades your performance while he makes you clean his spent cock of the shared mix of you and him.

But while thoughts and fantasy is nice, that is all it was. Right? You thought it would just stay that, until one day gave you renewed hope.

Something that pushed you to it was pure happenstance. You were low on clothes, needed to laundry and didn’t have much to choose from and were rushing so you showed up in a decently short skirt and he seemed to take notice. 

Was it your stupid schoolgirl crush or did you actually notice him looking? Coulda have sworn his eyes lingered on your bare legs crossed under your desk for just a little bit longer than appropriate, which when you are a professor and the person in question is your student the time it is appropriate is basically zero. Meaning that the simple fact he looked long enough for you to notice meant something. Or that is what you told yourself at least.

Maybe you dressed a little more provocatively for a while and maybe he kept on looking and maybe you went home after class and masturbated thinking about how he looked at you earlier. 

You had a very hot idea in mind, it could totally pay off. Or backfire spectacularly. 

You were just horny and dumb enough over him to figure it out. 

So you showed up in the shortest skirt yet and if that wasn’t enough to grab his attention you did something else you never had. 

You passed by your usual seat that you took up front, instead opting to go sit in the back of the class. The rest of the class filled in and he started class on time as expected and until about halfway through, other than stealing a few glances at you, it was fine.

He was in a good rhythm with it, on track but then, you, being ever observant, had figured out by now when he would look at you. The next time he did you picked that as your moment to show the real treat you had going on today. Uncrossed and slowly spread your legs, still looking down at your notes, finishing writing your current sentence but when you heard the slight falter of his words you looked up. 

Your gaze locked with his, your lips curving up into a playful smile and the crease of his brow was more than enough to question what you were doing and you simply gave a casual shrug, looking unaffected and carefree as you felt the cool air on your naked slit. You had gone commando today and were showing off all for him. Sitting at the back of the class and picking your seat carefully meant he was the only one treated to such a view. 

It was hot. 

He had to clear his throat and look away, tried to look anywhere but you and that made you grin, made you feel powerful and sexy.

At first.

Then it was annoying he wasn’t looking. You wanted to wreck him, ruin him, force his hand. 

Speaking of hands that got yours moving. You took notes with one hand and your other hand slid under your desk and up your severely short hemline. Your fingers crept up your inner thigh and your fingers touched down, two fingers sliding up from your slick hole, collecting some of your natural lube and dragging them up to press down on your clit. You kept your eyes moving, making sure everyone else was distracted with note taking and once you were certain you looked straight ahead to see his eyes stuck on you. 

He was still speaking, almost on autopilot as he continued to teach and you were urged further on. For once you were not listening to him as he taught.

You touched slowly, circling your clit, spreading your legs just a little further, biting your bottom lip as you stared him down. 

It felt way too good. If you weren’t actively fighting it you would be moaning right now. You allow a slightly sharper inhale as you increase the pressure, your shoulders sagging, eyes rolling back for a moment as you lean back in your chair. The pleasure spiked, increased as you notice the sweat on his brow, the bob of his Adam's apple, he kept going, kept talking but he could not tear his eyes away.

You then moved your hand down lower, those same two fingers sliding inside of yourself making your thighs tense and your mouth fall open. 

You rock your fingers in and out slowly, can feel yourself leak around your fingers and you let your eyes fall closed, an easy rhythm starting when he clears his throat again and his voice cuts through your pleasurable haze.

Your hand is out from under your skirt the second he utters the first syllable of your name. Eyes wide looking at him as he asks, “Are you paying attention?”

The lie rolls off your tongue with surprising ease and steadiness considering your previous activity, your hand still holding your pencil, “Of course I am.” 

“Somehow I am not convinced.” His tone cut right through you, made your heart drop into your cunt but you tried not to let it shake you as he asked a question pertaining to the class but you were way ahead in your reading and answered quickly. You felt good, confident. He corrected you on a minor technicality. 

You were about to feel fucking stupid until he said, “Clearly you need some help. Meet me in my office after class so we can discuss what to do about this.”

You noticed then that he had moved behind his desk, conveniently hiding his lower half. 

Oh jackpot, you totally had him. 

You simply told him, “Of course, Dr.West. Whatever you think will help me.” 

He resumed and the rest of the class went back to listening and you cleaned your wet fingers that had been inside yourself while his eyes were still on you. 

Wide smile to yourself after removing your fingers from your mouth, he seemed to be barely holding it together. The end of class couldn’t come soon enough.

Once the class filed out you made your way down the stairs, came right up to his desk, he was busy with some papers and you gave him a moment before asking, “Soooo your office?”

He sighed and got up, “Yes, go ahead.”

You bit back a smile and did so, stepping around his desk and going into the adjoining door and into his office, you had been in here a few times previously. Had some truly nasty fantasies with this room as the setting. 

You heard the door close behind you and you turned, almost leaning against his desk as you faced him. You started, “So what did you want to go over?”

“You know damn well why you are here.” The bite to what he said had your thighs tensing, playing with your fingers behind your back. You asked, “Do I?”

“Yes. I am of course referring to that little stunt you pulled back in class.” He took a step closer, staring you down and you gave a small shrug, “Mmhmm, and what stunt was that Dr.West? Refresh my memory?”

He let out an angry sigh, hanging his head and his hand running over his forehead before gesturing to you as he started to explain, “I am talking about you coming to class dressed so inappropriately and you-”

You cut him off, finishing his thought with a cock of your head, offering up, “Fingering my soaked cunt in the middle of class?”

Such a dirty sentence leaving you so easily, looking across at him you said it so sweetly, the same way one might offer up a cup of tea as opposed to admitting to incident exposure and public masturbation. 

He looked shocked you said it so candidly, so openly. You laughed a little at his expression, it was funny, I mean you did touch yourself in class, you saying so was hardly anything compared to that, right?

“Speechless Dr. West? That must be a first for you.” The taunt put him in motion.

“What you did was one of the most uncouth, unhygienic, unprofessional-” With every one of those last three words he took another step forward, caging you in until he was practically pressed to you and his hands reached out, latching onto your arms and tugging you to him. 

He kissed you, deep and hard and it made your hands find the desk behind you for support as he stole your breath. You returned it and after a moment more he pulled back with a shaky inhale before finishing his thought, “-filthiest and hottest things I have ever seen.”

You can’t help yourself as you say with a smile, “And you call me unprofessional?”

He scoffed and shoved you so you hit the edge of the desk with a roll of his eyes, “Get on the desk.” 

You complied, sitting back on the desk, spreading your thighs, letting him see your leaking pussy as you asked, “Does the lesson start now then or-”

His hands were on your outer thighs and he was kissing you again, a push of his hips, you feel how hard he is through his pants, grinding on your soaked and exposed pussy. You moan into the kiss as his tongue slips into your mouth, an arch of your hips, grinding into him, desperate for more. Your hand closes on his tie, using it to pull him closer still and nips at his bottom lip making a broken groan spill from his own mouth into yours. God he had a good mouth, plush lips, you wanted to taste him endlessly.

You were far too into the kiss, breathless and surprised when he pulled away, you were going to protest until you felt his hands on your knees and he fell to his. His mouth drags up your inner thigh and your eyes drop down to him with a gasp. He was looking up at you, lips mere centimetres from where you needed him, where you were aching and throbbing, “You want a lesson hmm?”

A shaky nod and his hot breath fans over your wet heat, “Well it is my job to teach, isn’t it?”

No pithy reply could be given as his lips latched onto your clit and all thought flew out of your head as you moaned out loud once. A sharp bite on your thigh made you nearly yelp and he shh’d you, “Quiet during class, remember?”

His tone left no room for argument and his look could kill, you clenched around nothing, something he noticed and smirked at. You didn't want to get caught, it could cost him his job and so you said, “Ye-yeah I remember…”

“Good. Now pay attention.”  He leaned in, a firm lick over your whole slit that had you wrapping the end of his tie around your hand and using it to tug him closer as you ground yourself on his tongue. 

He made you cum in less than five minutes on his tongue. He had taken off his tie and gagged you with it, your short skirt flipped over your ass and you bent over his desk, him burying his cock in your tight slick hole. It was him having a hand around your throat from behind as he let out a soft groan of your name while he bottomed out that you realised you had a lot to learn from him. 

[bisexual-horror-fan]

bex, my love 💗 you've amassed 2000 followers to your smut cult !! 😈 and i could not be prouder 😊 you're so beyond deserving of the attention and praise !! 🎉💕

but, for the raffle, you just know i have to throw my hat in the ring and suggest a part two of the bo cam au 👀💗 i love that piece so much, i'm almost embarrassed to say how many time this bitch has re-read it 😈😂 but anyway, as i said when i first requested it, go ham !! you're the expert in these parts, after all. my only possible suggestion is, perhaps, reader finally gets the guts to pay for a private stream? and anything with bo and overstimulation will have me on my knees thanking you 🙌

congrats once more, and thank you for everything you do for us, both as a writer and as a friend 💗📚

Oooooh fucking shit this was fun to do! You know me, I love my little cam au and the first part of Bo’s was so good, of course he deserved a part two! Hope you like the direction I took with it! I deff worked in the overstim, just for you. Let’s not waste time and ger riiiight into the meat of it. Thanks for all your support and for you sending this in!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.9K. Bo Sinclair X GN! Reader. No Parts Or Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Cam! AU! Sex Worker Positive Fic. Cam Show Supporter Reader. Dirty Talk. Banter. Teasing. Taunting. Compliments. Praise. Guided Masturbation. Anal Plug. Begging. Overstimulation. Cum Play.

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A Show Just For You.

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You had been saving up for a while. You’d been wanting this for, God, so fucking long. You probably wanted this since his fifth stream you tuned into. You have heard that his private streams are more than worth the money, if the reviews on his page are anything to go off of. You’d been working hard and actually had some vacation coming up, starting tonight in fact and you thought why not kick it off right? 

You always found it easier to relax and unwind with a good night's sleep and you always had the best night’s sleep after getting off to one of his streams. You were pretty sure it was impossible to be stressed after watching him and treating yourself. You were right on time as per usual, reclined on your bed, relaxing as you tuned in. 

The show was fantastic as usual. You took it real easy, got yourself off a few times, not in any kind of real rush, listening to him talk dirty and address the chat and play around for everyone’s amusement and those sweet, sweet tips. It was a more casual one but had a fun theme that kept it fresh, you however were in the mood for something a tad more intense, you weren’t satisfied when the stream ended, not by a long shot. 

He was pretty happy with himself. It was the start of the weekend, Friday night and he made a decent chunk of change. He was feeling good. He had just finished cleaning himself up when your message ping made his head snap up to his laptop screen. 

“I heard you do private streams? Mind indulging me?” 

Shit. He chewed on his bottom lip, he literally just finished for the night, was looking forward to a little him time after some good work. He was thinking of saying no but if he turned you down you might never ask again, he noticed your screen name then. Fuck, it was you. A great tipper, engaged with the chat and even sent him some gifts, and now you wanted to make the jump to being someone who buys private streams? This was big, he couldn’t fuck this up, no telling the kind of money you’d be willing to throw down, people who buy private time with him drop more than in the regular stream.

He thought back and you had been more reserved than normal. Were you saving up to splurge on this?

He’d be a fucking idiot to not agree. 

When the response popped up that he was more than happy to you had to bite back a squeal of delight. A follow up message of, “One second.” popped up and you’d waited this long, what’s a minute more?

When the call notification popped up you clicked on as fast as you could. He had managed to get his underwear back on after ending the stream but he was still shirtless. 

There he was, spreading his thighs and smiling into the camera at you, “Hiya sugar.” 

You couldn’t stop the grin that spread on your face, leaning forward, resting your chin on your hands. He looks so good. You typed out your greeting in response and you watch the shift in his expression, he tsk’d, “I can understand not getting to see that pretty face but I can’t even hear ya?”

You paused. He wanted that?

You asked and he laughed, a shake of his head, “Course I do, only if you’re comfortable.”

Were you comfortable with that? You thought for a moment and he said, “You’ve been round for a long time, not gonna lie, M’ curious what you look like, what ya sound like.”

You bit your bottom lip and you were tempted, I mean it was just you and him in here, what is the harm in it? He seemed to really want it and also, there was something hot in that. 

Him wanting to see and hear you. 

“I’d never pressure you darlin’ but you’ve seen me in some real compromising spots, I just wanna see that sweet face.” His smile and that warm look in his eyes you felt warm in your chest and decided, fuck it, why not? What did you have to lose?

He was right too. You’d seen him with no less than eight inches of well lubed silicone buried in his ass over and over until he came over his own chest, he had been extremely vulnerable and exposed, even if you had paid for it. He wasn’t asking for much. And if you said you really didn’t want to, he wouldn't force you.

You felt nervous but that was obviously misplaced. As soon as you turned on the camera his expression shifted again, it was hard to place but it was definitely softer, he said with a half laugh of disbelief,  “Hon I don’t know what you were worried about.”

You said the first thing to him with your actual voice, it felt odd to not be typing it out to him as you said, “Really?”

“Really. Fuckin’ gorgeous. And you’re paying to get off to me? Not so sure it shouldn’t be the other way round.” 

Oh he was way too good at this. Feeling his eyes on you, knowing he could see you right now, it became that much easier to fluster you. Something he was sure to be counting on. 

It was almost like he could sense your nerves and so after a little more conversation to loosen you up and it works, you feel more relaxed before asking, “What’re you looking for anyway.” 

You thought long and hard about this and feeling shockingly bold you say, “I wanna see you plugged and use a fist full of lube till you make a mess of yourself.” 

You were very fucking forward all of a sudden. He had already cum twice on the stream and said stream finished about twenty minutes ago. It was gonna be a major effort, more than that, it was gonna be so sensitive, bordering on painful. 

You noticed the slight pause and you asked, “Scared?”

He laughed, “Me? Scared? No way but you just saw what I did, you think I can go again so soon? You think highly of me.”

You snorted and laughed, “Oh yeah, so highly.”

You had a good laugh, he liked it and joked further, “What kinda man do you take me for?”

A sick grin spread on your face as you said, “Oh Bo I think you’ve shown everyone just what kinda man you are. Now we are just negotiating. How much?”

Fuck, that was funny. Yeah he really liked you.

“Six dollars a minute.” He said confidently and you said without missing a beat, “Four.”

“Four?!” He gaped with a shocked laugh and so the haggling began. When the price was agreed upon he found himself in a very compromising position once again. 

He slowly stripped his underwear off and threw it aside and started to take the direction you gave. 

“Get a hand on yourself and get yourself hard.” He did so upon your insistence, wrapping his hand around himself and he began to move his hand slowly, too slowly for your liking. “C’mon Bo. I’m paying good money here. Speed it up.”

You didn’t go easy on him.

At the rate per minute you deserved to see him just how you wanted. So you pushed him. Made him get painfully hard, flushed and angry red head of his cock weeping pre-cum again before you had him pulling out your favourite plug you sent him along with the lube. Made him spread himself and work it in a little faster than he would normally. You revelled in the way his brows pinched together and how he winced as it finally popped in place. 

You sent this plug because it was curved and moulded just right to press up against the wearer's prostate. Even regular jerking off could stimulate it, press on the flared base of it and it was even better.

“All hands on deck, Bo. You’re not stopping till you cum.” You said with a smile and watched as with a well lubed hand he started back in. Tight fist as he jerked himself off, he was so sensitive still, sore, it honestly hurt more than it felt good because of the pace you set.

You enjoyed every single little groan and pathetic whimper he made. Any time his grip tried to loosen or he attempted to slow down you told him to pick up the pace again. You weren’t even masturbating to this, just enjoying the view, it was hot, undeniably so, you were almost throbbing, it was like you hadn’t cum earlier at all but you didn’t want to miss a single second of this. 

“Let me hear you.” You asked and he gave in. His mind was a bit too scrambled for proper dirty talk but you were not complaining at all. He was moaning brokenly, head tipped back, face and neck flushed all the way down to his chest and the sweat was starting to pour off of him. 

“How you doin’ Bo?” You asked with a sweet smile. He panted out, “Fuh-fuck…Fi-fine, just fine-”

What a liar. You’d let him get away with it since he was so fucking pretty and being such a good sport. 

“Just fine isn’t good enough. Get that other hand on you, play around with that plug.” He whined, actually fucking whined but he did it. Legs up, other hand down and he started to press on the base of the plug, twisting it and pulling it in and out, fucking himself shallowly with it as his other hand never slowed on his aching shaft. 

You made him twist his hand on the swollen head of his dick, made him pull the plug all the way out before slamming it back in, tug on his own balls on and on until he was a total wreck. He was such a mess. Watching him on the bed, body contorted in that sweet mix of pleasure and pain, muscles flexing under his skin, back arching, he was so far gone. Almost more than you had ever seen. But not quite there yet.

You thought he might cry. He was babbling, trembling, begging. He had to force himself to get there but finally he was close, and he was begging you and had been for the past full minute straight for you to let him cum. 

A sigh of the world weary and the put upon, “I dunnooooo Bo.”

He finally broke, a weak sob tore out, “Please?”

You thought you’d gotten more than your money’s worth and told him that one simple word, “Yes.”

He gasped out a thank you and you watched the show, he still somehow had some cum left and he spilled it all over his own stomach and hips, hips stuttering up into his own hand, shaking and panting, mouth hanging open as the mix of pleasurable pain tore through him. 

His hands started to slow and you laughed long and loud. “Oh Bo, sweetheart, darling. I don’t recall saying that you could stop.”

He let out a long low groan as he tightened his grip. Fucksake, how much money did you have to burn? It was gonna be a long night. You reached for the lube and decided that now was the time for you to indulge yourself. 

“And you call me pretty.” You sigh as your hand dips down between your legs watching as he fumbles the bottom of the plug with trembling and lube slicked fingers. “Think you got one more in you?”

What choice did he have?

[bisexual-horror-fan]

First of all, congrats on the 2k!! So happy to see you get the recognition for some damn good writing that you more than deserve.

For the raffle, I humbly offer this prompt: having Leslie Vernon give you the reigns in the bedroom. He might like feeling full control (or most of it), but what if Y/N learned how to push the buttons and make him fold like an omlette? What if they found every spot on his body with their mouth that he tries to evade from only because he knows theyre sensitive and it'll make him shiver, and let them do whatever they want so long as they keep that up? What if he looks at their expression when they realize they've got him and consider he might like that side of them far more than dominating it out of them? Maybe he even likes the idea of what that face will look like after he gets it back.

Okay, that's all hahaha! Congrats again Bex my love ❤️❤️❤️

Ahhhhh! Riri! Thank you sooo much, I am so fucking happy that you asked for this! Been a minute since I have done our boy and this is such a fucking great prompt! I hope you like what I did with it! I went in and tried to make it hit really hard in a short little bit, for real I hope this all works for you! Let’s not waste time, let’s get right into it.

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Rating. Mature. Leslie Vernon X GN! Reader. No Pronouns Or Specific Parts Mentioned. Warnings: Softness. Established Relationship. Survivor Person Reader. Blood. Gore. Violence. Intense Emotions. Kissing. Needy Leslie. Begging.

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Touch Me There.

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Leslie Vernon is without a doubt the most observant person you've ever met, hell he might be the most observant person currently alive today. His ability to understand people, key into individuals emotions and pick up on even the smallest details was unmatched. 

It could be scary how good he was at reading the average person but the way he was able to read you has the opposite effect. You loved that quality of him.

You wished you could return it in kind and for the past, longer than you'd care to mention, you watched out for an opportunity to do just that. The longer you are together, the easier he is to figure out, the more he lets you in. 

The physical side of your relationship is incredible, truly, again with how observant he was he figured you out quickly. He could ruin you so easily and you wished to do the same and slowly, over time, you began to figure him out too. Once when you were walking together outside in the orchard, hand in hand, he was talking about preparing for something, he went to pull away and you let go, letting your fingers ghost over the inside of his wrist and you caught it. Almost imperceptible, this slight, you’d almost want to call it a shiver and a shift of his expression.

Interesting reaction. 

You wondered if that was a one off, maybe it was a fluke or the cold or any number of things. 

Except a week and half later you discovered that was not the case. Leslie and you were sitting on the couch, both relaxing on opposite ends and reading, it was almost lunch time and you were getting hungry and you wondered if you should go make something for you both. You finish your current chapter before sliding your bookmark back inside and looking over to Leslie, “You want something to eat?”

He looked up from his book and then to his watch, “Shit, it’s almost noon. Yeah that would be good. Thanks.” 

“No problem.” You got up and set your book down before coming around the back of the couch, you leaned down to give him a kiss and instead of one of the more usual places, his forehead or cheek or even kissing his lip upside down. No, instead, your lips barely had the chance to press behind his ear, almost as if just your warm breath there set him off and made him jump nearly a foot. “Woah, woah! What are you doing?!”

He turned so fast, his book dropped and his place lost, one of his hands on the back of the couch, looking up at you, wide eyed and you were so startled by his reaction you jerked up. A hand on your chest as you said questioningly, your tone rife with confusion, one eyebrow raised, “Kissing you?” 

He said, “Oh, yeah, sorry, you just uhm-I wasn’t expecting it, sorry.” He shook his head and picked up his book, a deep inhale before letting it out as he attempted to find his place once more. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this bothered. His breathing was a little uneven too, this is weird, you scared him? You seriously doubted that. Obviously there was something else at play here. 

“Ooohhh-kayyy.” You say drawn out as you pull away, “I’m gonna go make lunch now.” 

“Uh-huh, I’ll be here.”  He was refusing to look at you and his voice sounded off.

Hmm.

You make lunch and by the time you come back with lemonade and a plate of sandwiches he had seemingly calmed down and acted like nothing happened. You chew thoughtfully as you watch him, he was talking about the latest chapter he just read in his book, you were listening, nodding along but in the back of your mind a plan taketh shape. 

This couldn’t be rushed but you wanted to do this sooner rather than later. You play it just like Leslie would. Biding your time until just the right moment presents itself for you to take advantage and turn the tables. 

One morning when you wake up before he does, early morning light pouring into the upstairs window, you look upon him, so sweet and peaceful and you think that this might just be the time to make your move. He had his back to you and you scooted closer, eased nearer, he was in just his pyjama pants, strong shoulders and back on display. You press your chest to his back carefully, you gauge his reaction, he still seems asleep and so you move. You lean in, your lips press and you kiss that same spot you had unintentionally discovered, right behind his ear and you swear you feel him tense slightly. You kiss again and again and he shifts, he tries to roll onto his back and you hold him there. Your hand on his side, your tongue traces over that spot and you feel him jolt, a sharp inhale and yes, he is awake now. 

He turns his head, eyes barely open as he looks over at you, “Wha-?”

His voice is still thick with sleep, he is weak and tired, you need to ramp this up, you reach out and your hand closes on his wrist and you bring it towards you. Maintaining eye contact with him you kissed the inner part of his wrist and his expression shifts, like he is still confused, trying to figure out what you were doing but in his still sleep logged brain like he couldn’t comprehend it quite yet. 

A few more soft kisses, another pass of your tongue all while staring up into his eyes and he exhales hard. It is like his mind is finally starting to catch up, he starts to squirm, you need to bring it home. You leaned up, kissed him hard, he stilled for a moment and you kissed down the line of his jaw and neck. He was on his back now which was perfect, you kept moving down and he was starting to shift again, his hands met your sides and he said, “Slow down, what are you do-”

Since he wasn’t wearing a shirt it made this next part easier. You manoeuvred down his body, he wasn't fighting you that hard, clearly he was enjoying this more than he was willing to admit yet, your lips dragging down until you reached your desired destination. 

The long, jagged scar that creeped up the first few bottom ribs on his left side. Your lips met the edge of it and he stopped. Body totally frozen and his eyes darted down to you. Still looking up at him. Your fingertips skated over him, tracing the edges of it as your mouth moved in tandem. You kissed up one side as your finger and the edge of your nail dragged down the other. He shivered and the feelings hit him all at once. A total wash of pure emotion. 

It was like being transported back to that night. 

You in your muddy, ripped and bloodied clothes, him having you pinned under him in the moonlight near the orchard, you fought so hard. You screamed and swore and spat at him as his hands finally found purchase around your throat and he began to choke you but you didn’t stop. You took hold of a weapon, of his weapon on his hip and you moved quickly, you plunged it into him, penetrated him and it stole his breath away. All the air left his lungs and his fingers loosened their grip and your leg came up, foot finding his stomach and you kicked and kicked hard so he was on his back. The sickle still lodged in his side. You grabbed hold of the wooden handle and you pulled hard, dragged it down, giving him the very scar that you were now tracing with utter love and reverence. 

You were something special, he knew that, it was why he chose you but seeing you in action that night, how you didn’t give up? Witnessing the change in you, the one that he set in motion, it was indescribable, it was everything he had ever hoped and dreamt of as he watched you. He remembered the sight of you looming over him, haloed by the moon as you held his weapon you had just ripped from his torso, dripping crimson in your trembling fist as you stared down at him, more rage and fury than he had ever seen in anyone’s gaze, before or since as you said to him, “Fuck you, Vernon.” 

He thought he loved you before that moment. He thought he loved you months before that but no, that moment right there he realised what true love was. It was you with dirt under your fingernails from when he dragged you closer, it was you running towards him unafraid and symbolic weapon in your grasp, it was you painted with blood, it was you, you, you. 

He had to stitch himself up that night and he enjoyed every stab of pain and pass of thread as he did and the entire healing process too. It scarred beautifully. A memento of your first night together, when the real change happened, when you started to feel so intensely for him, he saw it in your eyes, saw it happen, the confusion, the trepidation, the awareness that you shouldn’t feel what you did for him, the anger. 

It was all so much. 

He loved this scar, adored what it meant and represented for both of you, of your journey and his, where you were now, your relationship, this scar was a representation of it all and it meant more to him than any other mark on his body. It was more important than any possession he had, the first thing you ever gifted to him and a gift that could never be taken away or stolen by anyone. One of a kind and all his.

So to have you here, worshipping his body, worshipping it, seeing a similar amount of depth and meaning in your eyes that said you understood? 

He was weak, so smitten and so taken and so in love with you. It felt amazing, from a mental, emotional, spiritual and yes, a physical standpoint. He knew what you were doing now, he knew you were exploiting his weak spots, he knew you were trying to gain the upper hand but it felt so fucking good that he gave in.

It reminded him of that night, you dominating, being in control, and fuck, he liked it, he liked it far too much. 

He briefly wonders why this hadn’t happened sooner, his body going slack below you, melting into the mattress. One of your hands found him achingly hard through his pyjama pants, palming him as he breathed into existence his one current thought and want, “Please, don’t stop.”

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Bex, my beloved! First and foremost, congratulations on finally hitting 2k— if anyone deserves it, it’s you! Always working your ass off to put that beautiful, beautiful smut out into the world & doing it so artfully! ✨

So here’s what my little brain is thinking for the raffle: human!Freddy, coming home after a rough day at work, and the reader knowing this from their call earlier in the day and plans, so discovers cooking dinner for him wearing only an apron. They tease him, the both of them can’t keep their mouths and hands off each other, things get very nasty & very sexy- absolutely ends in him taking the day out on their body and just railing them stupid there in the kitchen. I could drabble on more, but I’m trying to keep it short & sweet, so you get the idea! ❤️

Ayyyy Ezzy darling! Thank you so much! I love this prompt! Human! Fred alwayssss needs more love! ALWAYS! I know this took a minute but I hope it was worth the wait and that it is filthy enough for you! Lets fucking gooooo-

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.5K. Human! Fred Krueger X AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Teasing. Taunting. Dirty Talk. Knife Play. Blood Play. Cunnilingus. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Spanking. Thigh Riding. Pet Names. Degredation. Praise.

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What Are You Wearing?

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He sat in his car in the driveway for a moment, he turned it off and sat back in the seat, sinking into it as much as he physically could. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply before deciding he needed a cigarette before venturing inside. He fished the packet out of his jacket, he pulled out one of them, the end between his lips and out comes his lighter, he lights up and inhales deeply and a modicum of relief sweeps through him. His hand hands over the edge of the car as he relaxes as much as he can. He takes his time before sliding out of the car and starting towards the door, at the threshold he finishes it before dropping the butt and stomping it out, his hand closes on the doorknob and he makes his way inside. 

You hear him come in and call out, “Hey hon!”  as the door closed.

He had to admit, hearing your voice soothed a little something inside him, almost smoothed out some of the rougher edges of what he was feeling from his shit day. Judging from where your voice came from he knew you were in the kitchen and he came towards the back of the house to seek you out. He came into the room and as soon as his eyes fell on you he leaned against the door frame, a small smile spreading on his face. “Hey yourself, doll.”

“How are you doing?” You asked, chipper as ever, the smile on your face mirroring his but steadily widening. You pick up the main dish and turn, bending over to slide it into the pre-heated oven. He watched your every move, eyes locked onto your frame as he said, “Hell of a lot better seeing you like this.” 

You can hear him coming towards you, closing the distance between you as you close the oven door and stand back up right. You hum, “Is that so?”

“It is.” His tone sounded all too amused, you feel his hands on your hips, rough fingertips touched lightly before you feel his palms smooth over you, coming around the front of you as he asked, “You wear this just for me?”

You smiled coyly, you looked over your shoulder with a scoff, it was light hearted, joking as you teased him, “No way, you feel the temperature out there? It’s just really hot today.” 

“Yeah, just really hot. No other reason?” He was pulling you closer, your back to his chest, you felt his warm breath on your neck, his lips ghosting along the side of your throat and you were already melting. You couldn’t help it, he affected you so thoroughly. 

You were weak against him. 

You somehow manage to get out a soft confirmation, parroting what he said because it was easier than coming up with new words yourself in your current state, starting to become excited, feeling him touching you, “No other reason.” 

He huffed out a laugh, teeth grazed sensitive skin, “You seem distracted sweetheart.”

“Me? No wayyyy-” You ended up drawing it out with a moan because his hand finally slipped under the apron you were wearing. That apron was the only thing you were wearing, not a stitch of clothing besides that and his hand cupped your cunt that was already slicking up. 

"Such a bad liar. If this is just about comfort-" Two of his fingers slipped inside of you, breathing right into your ear, "-why are you so wet?”

Your head tips back with a moan, resting on his shoulder as he starts to move, rocking his fingers in and out, his other hand is palming one of your tits through the thin material of the apron. He finds one of your nipples easily and pinches it, rolls it between his fingers and it makes your hips jerk forward involuntarily, basically humping his fucking hand, grinding your clit on his palm. Your hands reach back, fingers hook in the belt loops of his pants and you pull him closer, making him press against your bare and exposed ass, he was as hard as you were wet. You moan in a nearly pornographic fashion from the spike of pleasure and the feeling of him and all bets were off. 

He pulls his fingers out of you and turns you around roughly, shoving you against the counter, your hands gripping his shirt, pulling him and kissing, filthy and with tongue and it was his turn to melt. He groaned into your mouth as he kissed you back, his hands roaming, groping your body as you did the same. Fingers under the hem of his shirt, feeling him, you got greedy then. It didn’t stay easy, taking handfuls, desperate to feel more of him. 

You heard it. 

The knife being pulled from the block nearby and then feeling the cold steel hooking in one of the straps of the apron. You gasped into his mouth, pulling back, the look in his eyes was dark, full of heat and a hint of playfulness that was so very him. He didn’t look away, his gaze locked with yours as he moved the knife, he cut the strap easily and nicked your skin in the process. You hissed through your teeth and the stab of pain. “Awe, poor baby.”

He teased you. “Hurts?” He asked as he traced the small cut with the tip of the knife. You nodded and he clicked his tongue once before turning the knife around and digging the handle of the knife into the weeping wound. 

More blood welled up around the knife handle and you whimpered from the pain, his thigh slotted between your legs and you ground down on him immediately. “Filthy.”

He chastised before leaning down and licking up the thin line of blood that had dripped down the curve of your chest. You arched up closer, your hand on the back of his head, fingers raking through his hair and the knife was brought up, he cut the other side and another cut happened, larger, deeper. 

Tears started to well up and he threw the knife aside on the counter with a clatter, his hands came up and tugged the top of the apron down, fully exposing your top half. He paid ample attention. Licking up the spilled blood between biting and sucking on your nipples as you rode his thigh.

He encouraged you, a twisted grin on his lips as you rocked against him, “Yeah, work it out baby. Hump all you need to, just like the needy fucking bitch in heat I love.” 

Instead of embarrassed or ashamed you felt emboldened and ground harder with a loud moan. When he felt you soak through the fabric he was on his knees, head under the apron, tasting you. It was rough, no compassion shown, it was about him, not about you. 

The act of eating out is one that could be seen as submissive, especially when the person giving is on their knees but he made it seem like a wholly dominant act that he was doing because he wanted to. And fuck did he want to, the urge and craving to taste you was too much, he loved how wrecked he could make you with a few passes of his tongue and one of your legs over his shoulder.

When you cried out his name when gripping the counter so hard your knuckles ached he got up again, he grabbed you by the torn apron still tied around your waist, pulled you to the table and threw you over it. 

You heard his belt and zipper and you begged, “Hurry, please, Fred, fuck-”

In response his hand came down hard on your ass and you yelped. “Patience.” 

He admonished and you whined, head tipping forward, your forehead rested on the hardwood and it was like he purposefully made you wait longer just because you begged. Hands on your hips and he filled you quickly. You let out a loud moan at the sudden burn and stretch, you loved how much he could fill you, and how rough he could be initially with it. He let out a long and low groan as he slid inside of you. Blunt nails bit into the skin of your hips as he began to move, the first pull halfway out before slamming back in making a shared sharp intake of air fill the space around you. 

He needed this, to take out all the shit he had been through today, your body was the perfect little punching bag for him to relieve all his stress. “God this cunt-” 

He groaned and you moaned in kind, “Yeah?”

“S’ perfect, so fucking wet and tight-” He drove the point home with an extra hard thrust that had your hands scrambling on the table top for purchase. “Don’t stop, please!”

He laughed, long and low, leaning down, his hands on your waist and his tongue running up your spine, you shivered as he dragged up. You feel the stubble on his chin, he doesn’t stop until he reaches your neck, more bites including one on your earlobe, you clenched around him and he taunted, “Oh I’m not even close to done with you pumpkin.”

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Bex I would KILL for polyam Re-Animator boys. I would KILL AND THEN REANIMATE PLEASE BEX IM BEGGIN YOU

I was looking at this and wondering how to tackle it, but then I saw your wording. You’d kill for them, huh? Re-animate for em too? Well look at what you wrought. What can I say? I can't resist begging. Hope you love it Anon!

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Rating. NSFW. Length. 1.6K. Herbert West X Dan Cain X GN! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Poly!DanBert. Warnings: Blood. Gore. Murder. Unethical Science. Canon Compliant Violence. Choking. Crying. Emotional Talk. Injury. Comfort. Vulnerability. Polyamory. 

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Thank You.

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You had been upstairs, were reading a book, curled up on the couch in the Miskatonic University sweatshirt you stole from Dan, it still smelled like him. You would cat whiffs of him on occasion when the edges of your sleeves were held near your nose, it made you smile.

Your quiet evening of reading was interrupted by some sound coming from the basement. It made you jump and pause, your head snapping up as you listened. It was quiet for a moment until the sound began again and you slammed the book closed and got up, almost throwing yourself off the couch and towards the basement. 

It was loud, so loud, you heard yelling, a struggle, the sounds grew louder as you descended the stairs, taking them two at a time. 

You threw open the door and it was hard to tell what was happening at first with how hard the light was swinging back and forth. It was confusing at first, a scramble, there was blood, you saw flashes of red and smelt iron and chemicals and it was so, much, louder down here. The clang of metal on metal, something wet, choking, and the shouting-

For a moment, after the initial rush and confusion, it was as if it all came into focus. Herbert on the ground, half sitting up, hand on his side, crimson soaking into the white material of his white dress shirt. Dan, also on the ground and something, no someone, a man, over him, hands around his throat-

And there wasn’t a thought in your mind after that point. You don’t think. You act.

You move, your eyes dart down to the table, you see the glint of silver and your hand snatches it up as you pass, you gotta be fast, you can’t linger or wait, there isn’t time or margin for error. You are barefoot, you feel the blood under your feet and have to fight to stay upright on your path. You move swiftly, your hand threads in this sick fuck’s hair and your other hand, the one gripping what would now be your weapon, comes down hard, stabbing into this fuckers throat. 

He tenses but doesn’t stop choking Dan so you don’t stop either. He struggles, tries to shrug you off but you grip his hair harder and you pull out the scalpel before you stab again and again over and over into the side of his neck. Blood sprays and gushes, it paints your hand, your arm, you feel it fleck your face, you taste it, blink through the red as you don’t stop until he does. Your arms ache from the effort of it. You feel him slowing, getting heavier, weaker, you pull out the scalpel, you can barely hold it now with how slick the scarlet coating your hand is but you manage to flip it and you slash his throat, left to right. Blood gushes out, down his front and a good amount soaking Dan below.

The sounds he makes are sick but you don’t focus on it.

Finally, after what feels like far too long but what was realistically less than a minute he stops choking Dan, his hands loosen and you use your grip on his hair to pull him, let him fall onto his side hard. He drops like dead weight, still bleeding out onto the concrete basement floor. 

You stare down at his body, making sure there were no more signs of movement, your chest was heaving, panting, when you are sure he is dead you drop the weapon, it clinks on the ground and you sigh. Your hand comes up and wipes at your forehead, you smear blood as you do, shoulders sagging and that is why you notice, hearing Dan coughing and Herbert’s voice calling out your name. 

You come back to yourself and rush forward, drop on your knees so hard it hurts, you cradle Dan’s head as he rubs at his throat, “Dan! Dan holy fucking shit are you okay?!”

He didn’t say anything but he nodded, he tried to sit up but you didn’t let him, pushing on his shoulders to keep him down, “Hey! Don’t rush, please, take it easy-”

He cleared his throat, tried to speak, he pointed and you hear it, weak and soft, “Herbert?”

You looked over your shoulder and were reminded of Herbert a few feet away, the sight of all the blood soaked into his shirt makes you look down to Dan, eyes wide with concern, “You okay?”

Another nod and you go check on Herbert who tries to wave off your fussing with a roll of his eyes, “It isn’t my blood, really, you should be more concerned with Daniel.”

“Why are you holding your side like that then?” You started to lift his shirt, he tried to stop you but you smacked his hands away and got the material out of the way, a deep purple bruise was already starting to form.

You look up and meet his eyes and he isn’t looking at you, “So what is this then?”

“He got in one lucky shot, okay?” You give him an unconvinced look as his eyes dart back to your face and he scoffs, “Really it’s fine-”

That makes you break. It isn’t fine. You snap at him, “It’s not Herbert! Holy shit!” You let them know that it isn’t and the fight starts.

You left the basement that night, eventually, helped them upstairs carefully, all checking each other out and after determining you are all okay you ask them what the fuck that was all about. You usually left what they did in the basement alone, you ignored the late nights and weird behaviour, but this near death experience pushes you too far. You ask what they do down there, who was that guy, how did he get in the house?

They shared a nervous look, both seated at the kitchen table, nearly shoulder to shoulder as you were across from them, your arms crossed, “Well?”

They spill. About the experiments that have been on since before you moved in, the very, very unethical science, the sneaking bodies and parts from the graveyard and the hospital, the desecration of the dead and the main thing, re-animating their corpses. Trying to cheat death, unlock the secrets to eternal life.

It didn’t take much convincing from them for you to believe which they found shocking. After living with them this long and seeing that mess downstairs, that strange man who looked so not normal, pronounced veins and eyes bulging, the sounds he made, the unreasonable strength he seemed to possess. He wasn’t human.

They loved you. 

Had loved the little arrangement you had all started up, but it was so tenuous, so new and undefined and fragile. They hid this, terrified that it would drive you away if you knew what they did in the basement.

Now it was out in the open and you were being quiet.

So when you were all back downstairs, various stages of cleaning up in the basement taking place, and you, staring into the open fridge at the neatly lined up bottles of re-agent, so silent, they were convinced you were planning your exit. From the house, your relationship, the life you had built for the three of you and your hopeful future. 

The shock of you, still staring at the glowing green fluid, saying, “So when is the next experiment?” 

They shared another look full of confusion. Dan spoke up first, his voice still sounded a bit rough, “What?”

You closed the fridge and turned to face them, saying again, “When’s the next experiment?”

Herbert’s eyes narrowed, he tried to keep his tone even as he asked, “And why do you want to know that?” 

You scoff, leaning against the fridge, “So I can clear my schedule so I can be here obviously.”

Their shocked expressions make you laugh. “You mean it?” Dan asked. 

You shrugged and you said, “Yeah. I saw what happened tonight, how wrong it could have gone if I didn’t step in. So, clearly, I need to be here to keep an eye on you both and help prevent something like that from ever happening again.”

You were perfect, totally perfect, unbelievable, unreal, just there were no words. 

“Besides, many hands make light work. I know I can’t talk you both out of this, so I’m gonna help in any way I can instead.” You know this is important to Herbert, you don’t say it, the look in your eyes conveys it all for you. 

You are wrapped up in two sets of arms so quickly. The thank you doesn’t need to be said either. You hug them back, squished between them, one arm around each of them. “So you aren’t…” 

Dan couldn’t say that last word, he couldn’t ask it, wasn’t strong enough but you reassure him. 

You weren’t sure when you started crying, maybe the intensity of the emotion of all this is hitting you. “No, no I’m not leaving, I promise.”

You let go of them, your hands came up, you wiped at your eyes and saw how ruined the sleeves were, crusted with blood from the awful act you committed almost two hours ago now, the one you had paused cleaning up from. You sob, letting yourself be swept up in the feelings rushing through you, “M sorry I ruined your sweater Dan.” 

It makes them both laugh, you can’t see through the tears, still wiping at your eyes, but it sounds like Dan is crying too through the laughter, “Fuck the sweater! I’d rather have you any fucking day.”

Herbert speaks then, his own voice nowhere near as composed as it normally is, “We can buy you a new sweater.” 

You laugh, small and sad and broken but a laugh all the same. You feel his grip on the back of the sweatshirt tighten, as if he never wanted to let go, like he needed you here. The tone, the contact, it said it all, you are far, far more valuable to them then any dumb sweater. 

You love them. Fucked up and full of mistakes you really do and even with the slight nerves, you think you can navigate this together and help keep these two idiots you’ve fallen for alive. You would die for them, would kill for them too apparently, so what is a little bit of weird science on top of that when it means being with them?

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Welll all that can be said is OH MY GOD! OHMIGOD YOU GUYS! 

2,000 of you lovely amazing people! I can hardly take it! This is a huge milestone, massive, I am clearly doing something right! So! It’s been a bit since the last giveaway but this deff calls for one don’t you think! Here is how it is gonna go! 

This time I am gonna do a raffle! You! Yes, you! Take a look at my Who/What I Write For, and you pick a character with a prompt of your choice, could be as simple as X character doing Y, a character with some dialogue prompts and a couple of kinks, you could point to another of my fics off my masterlist and ask for a lil more or a similar vibe! Why you could even ask for one of my ocs! Amber Cottrell or Victor Pace! Whatever you want! Smut is my jam but soft, angst, whatever is welcome. Send an ask with what you want and if I like it enough, I will do it. You have 24 hours to submit.

I am only gonna do the best of the best! I don’t have a set number in mind so just try to WOW me and if so you are gonna get a sweet, sweet drabble from yours truly to celebrate! Thank you all so much for the amazing support, I love you and I can’t wait to give back and spoil you all!

[bisexual-horror-fan]

For the raffle, may I suggest a lil drabble with Freddy coming into someone’s dreams and doing the most depraved shit, carving another letter of his name into their skin every time they moan and having them lick their own blood from the blade? Maybe him tracing the blade over their lips before deciding they could use their mouth for more useful things..

Congratulations on 2K. You very much deserve it and I’m quite proud of you.

I fucking adore this prompt. Real fucking dirty and nasty, hope you enjoy this, nice and quick and filthy! Let’s fucking goooo! 

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 800-ish Words. Freddy Kruger X GN! Reader. No Pronouns Or Parts Specified. Warnings: Denial. Edging. Knife Play. Blood Play. Blow Job. Dirty Talk. Teasing. Taunting. 

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Six Letters.

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He suggested this game. He had been denying you for weeks and you were tired and just wanted to fucking cum and he said the only way that he would help you was if you agreed. Now? Slick with sweat and trembling sprawled on the bed he conjured in the boiler room with him on top of you, hands all over.

You were regretting it.

You were trying to hold back the moan with every single fibre of your being. Biting your lip so hard you feared you would draw blood, well more blood than he had been drawn already. He was making it impossible. He had you pinned below him, that supernaturally talented and long tongue working you into a frenzy. Your hips were bucking up, desperate for more contact with him, needy, so fucking needy as he worked you over, circling that most sensitive spot that made your back arch. 

You were getting close, dangerously close and you were practically panting, a deep suck made you break and cry out a horse and frantic, “Yes!”

As soon as it left your lips you regretted it, a sob and a shake of your head as you met his gaze, hungry and predatory, that awful grin nearly splitting his face in two. You sniff, a weak sob, eyes watering as you shake your head, a soft whisper of, “No, please, no, I can’t. Freddy I swear I can’t-”

He laughed as he climbed up your body, “Ooooh yes you can sweetheart, I know you can. And if you couldn’t, I’d make you and you’d take it and fuckin’ thank me for it.”

His nose ran up the length of your neck and you squirmed with a whimper, tried to get away but his hands were on you, holding you down, “Ah-ah, no escaping this.”

“Lift your leg.” The command was clear and your head fell back on the pillow in defeat, lifting up your leg, showing off the work so far that he had done on your thigh. Your eyes closed and his fell down, running over his handiwork, his non-gloved hand reaching out and his fingers ran right under the tender wounds he inflicted, “Oooh, it’s gonna look so good, gonna scar up so fuckin’ pretty.”

He said it with such affection, so much warmth that it made the boiler room seem like a freezer in comparison. You hear the sound of metal on metal as his glove moved, you shivered, face scrunching, you feel the fear grip your heart again, fists clenching the sheets. “Here we goooo-”

He takes his sweet time. One blade tracing the outline, a featherlight cut that stung but it wasn’t good enough, he simply used it as a blueprint before really digging the blade in. Sinking it a quarter of the way into your thigh and dragging it down, hard. It split skin and muscle like it was nothing. His non-gloved hand held you down to stop you from shaking but you cried, you sobbed and yelped and were sweating up a storm. 

It hurt so fucking much, more than anything you had experienced previously, the blood spilled, ran down in thick rivlets over the previously spilled and now tacky mess, down your thigh and onto the sheets, staining them further. 

He pulled the blade out quickly and it made you nearly scream, he hummed out, “Music to my ears.” 

Tears spilling down your raw cheeks you feel it nudge your lips, your eyes peek open and see the bloodied blade right there again. His non-gloved hand slid up your body, groping you as he went until it reached your face. His thumb rested on your chin and he prompted, “You know the drill by now. Open.”

You listened, your lips parted and your tongue darted out, keeping your eyes locked with his as you cleaned the salty iron taste from his weapon. “There’s a good slut. You are so good at playing clean-up crew for yourself.”

You sniffed as your tongue ran up one side and flicked carefully over the end of the blade. You wrapped your lips around it carefully and sucked and you saw the lust flicker in his eyes, “You know…Maybe your mouth could be put to better use.”

You had to admit blowing him with a mouthful of your own blood as lube was pretty fucking filthy and it made your hole clench in need, you were already sinking down and he chuckled, “Awe there you go.”

You slipped down, your hands on his hips before sliding to his belt and opening it, taking his zipper down and pulling him out, hard and thick, heavy in your palm. You leaned in and wrapped your scarlet stained lips around his head and sucked indulgently. He sighed in pleasure, his non-gloved hand on your head, pulling you down, making you take more of him and you moaned against his shaft. 

You prepared to give him the best blow job, pain in your knees be damned but he said something that made your pace falter, “Don’t think you are getting out of the game. If you want to cum you still have three more letters to try and earn it.”

You whined, the wound in your thigh, the three carved letters read “FRE-” so far ached and wept more blood as he made you choke and gag on his weighty cock.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

BEX BEX BEX BEX BEX

CONGRATULATIONS ON 2,000 FOLLOWERS MY BELOVED AAAAA

Do you think I could get a little bit of petplay w a male or gn Reader with your lovely oc Amber? Maybe some smut that leads to softness?

Thank you so much for the chance and congratulations again, I hope you're having an amazing night ♡

-TML

Ooooh Vic my darling dearest! Thank you! Of course you can have this! I love writing Amber and doing another reader insert of her is a dream! Pet play is so fun too and I am always down to do it more! I hope this is good, you get some sweetness, some smut and a little more sweetness, like a sandwich of fluff, smut, fluff, hope it hits for you! Also the movie mentioned in this is Secretary (2002) one of my fave movies that I highly recc. Not much else to say but to enjoy this next drabble! Let’s go!

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Rating. NSFW. Length. 1.7K. Amber Cottrell X GN! Reader. No Specified Parts Or Pronouns. Warnings: Softness. Fluff. Established Relationship. Praise. Dirty Talk. Pet Play. Collar And Leashes. Amber Spoiling You.

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Play?

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She came home from work as always, walking back to her apartment building as punctual as ever, stepping into the lobby at six fifteen sharp, heels clicking on the clean tiled floor as she crossed to the elevator. She pressed the button and waited, soon as the doors slid open she stepped inside and pressed the button for her floor. After the ride up and the trip down the hallway she comes to her door, keys in hand she unlocks it and comes inside. She drops her purse on the hall table, keys in the bowl and her jacket is taken off, hung up on the hook before she starts towards the living room.

She figured you would be here when she came in, could just feel when you had swung by and used your personal key to be here.. She came to find you sprawled out on her deep blue velvet couch. You looked exhausted, when you heard her heels hit the hardwood you turned to look at her. She came over with a tsk, a small shake of her head on her approach, “Long day darling?”

You nodded once, eyes dragging over her in the orange glow of the setting sun pouring through the living room windows. She is still dressed from work, curly hair piled up so it was out of the way, glasses hooked on her partially open blouse, blazer and tight pencil skirt, her legs are bare today, heels are patent leather and shiny, impeccable as always. She looked as good as ever, concern painted her features, you reached out to her and she tutts, sitting on the couch next to you. Her hand comes down and smooths some of your hair back and you sigh, leaning further into her touch. 

“Poor thing. You seem unbelievably tense.” She hummed and you agreed, “Yes, so tense. Today was-” You stop, you don’t think you will be able to share it all without getting too emotional. 

“Awe, shh, it’s okay. I think I know what you need.” She assured, she was starting to lean down as she continued, “Do you need to play,-”

Her lips brushed your ear as she uttered the last word, it pitching up in question, the smile clear in her tone, “-kitten?” 

Yes. That is just what you needed. You didn’t know what you needed, all you knew was you needed something, so you did what you always did when you needed something but were not sure what, you came to her apartment to seek her out. Amber always knows just what you need even if you don’t.

“Yes please.” You say, head turning to look into her eyes and she hums, “Yes please, what?” She prompts and you can’t help the small smile as you ask properly, “Yes please, Miss.”

“Ooh there we go, much better.” She presses a kiss to your cheek before getting up. You make a move but she knows you too well, knows you want to follow her and so she says in a firm tone, leaving no room for argument and not even looking over her shoulder. “Stay.”

And so you do. 

You wait obediently on the couch and after five minutes she comes back, you no longer hear the heels, she must have placed them back on their shelf in her closet. She walks over and kneels down in front of you, she holds up something in her hand, the matching collar and leash she gifted you months back in your favourite colour. 

“Oh you look so pleased to see this, how cute.” She praised you before asking, “Lift for me?” 

You nodded before adjusting, exposing your neck and she slipped the collar on you, she closed it, two fingers slipped in between the collar and your throat and she tugs, “Comfortable?”

“Very.” You respond, her fingers pull out and she attaches the leash. “Good.” She tugs the leash and you let her pull you to her, she presses a soft kiss to your lips and you melt against her. You hum into it and as soon as you try to return it she pulls back. 

“Think some dinner is in order, right?” You gave a nod and she got up, tugging on the leash making you follow. 

You unironically loved this. You hung out in the kitchen as she cooked, she made one of your absolute favourites and didn’t even acknowledge it, just launched right into making it. She put on a playlist full of music she knew you liked, took her time to pay attention to you, petting you in between cook times, cooing sweetness to you. 

When dinner is done and eaten, dishes left in the sink, she makes herself a drink before leading you back to the living room. “You gonna sit on the couch with me while I watch a movie sweetheart?” 

You made a small sound of approval and when you made a move to the shelf she kept her dvds she laughed, light hearted and musical. “Awe, no, no. My pretty silly little thing. Kitty’s don’t pick the movie, pets watch whatever their masters want.”

You couldn’t argue with her logic. You came up onto the couch, you watched as she put the dvd into the player before coming back to the couch. She sat down, feet up on the coffee table and you came close, rested your head in her lap and she smiled down at you. One of her hands came to your head, started to pet you as the other cradled her glass of scotch. 

“I think you will really, really like this movie. It is one of my favourites. The lead reminds me a lot of you.” She said it so sincerely, she let you curl closer as you watched with her, enjoyed as the movie went on and you both got to witness a BDSM focused relationship developed between a boss and his secretary. You watch enraptured as it unfolds, watch as Lee opens and becomes whole and honest and herself, you watch as she crawls on her hands and knees, a memo between her perfectly painted lips.  

She leaned down, gesturing to the screen with her glass. “See? Just like you! But you look even better on all fours.” 

Fuck. Between the events of the movie and her saying things like that, pointing to the screen, talking about how she would love to do those things with you or making call backs to times you have done similar things previously, you were getting considerably hot. 

Her hands start to wander, perfectly manicured nails scratch gently over your scalp and neck, it sends a shiver down your spine and makes you want to grind down on the couch. By the midway point of the movie you were squirming and she noticed. 

“Awe am I not paying enough attention to you? You keep moving, you’re getting awfully restless. Here, roll over honey.” You do as she asks, you roll onto your back and she encourages you, “Oh good, good. Now keep watching as I pet you.” 

You listened and expected to feel her deft fingers in your hair but no, her hand slips down between your legs. Her fingers slip under the layers of your clothing and she finds you so excited already. She starts to touch you in earnest, beginning to play. You try to focus on the movie, you try to watch and take it in but she is not making it easy. Even if you aren’t paying as much attention as you could, the lewd images on screen and the tension pushes you along. 

You shift and she tsks, “Still squirming? Even with all the attention I am giving you?” 

You let out something akin to a whine and she asks, “What was that sweetheart?”

She knows better than this, asking you questions during a scene like this. Part of the appeal was turning your brain off, not having to talk or engage in that way, she also knew that still talking like this got to you, badly. A needy sound spills from your throat and you arch your hips, desperate for more contact, for the pleasure to keep going and she chastises you, “So greedy, so needy.”

You nod and she is grinning, she knows that you are eating up every single bit of this. “Feels good, hmm kitten?” 

It is funny that she practically purrs that to you when you are supposed to be the cat here. It felt much too good, you were getting closer by the second, she had to know, you wanted this, needed this and you begged quietly inside that she could give it to you. She wraps the leash around her hand once and tugs, the jerk of the leather against your throat makes you cry out, the rush of arousal soaks into you and staying still is no longer an option. 

“Close, close, sooo close, I can feel it. I know you wanna, c’mon, be a good little pet, cum for me sweetness.” And that is all the encouragement you needed. Your peak hit and you came, spilled and made a mess against her fingers. Her eyes weren’t on the screen, no they were on your face. “Awe there you goooo. Mmm that looked like a good one, yeah.”

Your body falls slack on the couch and her hand slows to a stop, you are struggling to catch your breath and she drops the leash, her other hand slides out of your clothes and comes up. Her eyes back on the screen as she absentmindedly cleans her fingers of the mess of you. “Taste so good, hon.” She praised and you nuzzled your cheek on her thigh. 

You stayed like that, sleepy and happy and satisfied, curled to her as the movie wrapped up. Her fingers once clean were in your hair, you became so comfortable you almost fell asleep. As you dozed you were eventually woken up by her tugging gently on your hair, “Pretty kitty needs a nap I think. Wanna come to my bed with me?”

You wanted nothing more and in around ten or so minutes you had it. Naked and stripped bare, she cleaned you up and put you in some pyjamas she kept at her place just for you, she curled, got into her own comfier attire and when you were bed her hands took over. She stroked and rubbed and massaged until you fell asleep in her bed, she was still whispering sweetness low in your ear about, “What a perfect pet I have.” 

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Sam Wescott cam au but Buddy came back from the restaurant a little early so he has to be quiet.

-NITL✨ (I forgot sparkles on the last ask, who am I??)

More cam au! I am obsessed with this au naturally and this is the last of the raffle fics! I hope you all love it! I had so much fun doing them this time around and I am so happy and thankful for all of you! 2K of you, it is so hard to believe still but I am seriously so glad for all of you being here for me! Part one is here, hope you all dig the follow up! Let’s go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.3K. Sam Wescott And Buddy Swanson. Warnings: Camming. Sex Worker Positive Fic. And They Were Roommates. Masturbation. Edging. Hold The Moan. Don’t Get Caught. 

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Caught In The Act.

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Sam streamed on Saturdays. 

Saturdays meant a big audience and big bucks, it was his best night by far. Saturdays also meant his roommate, Buddy, would be out of the house and at work late. The weekend dinner shifts were insane at the restaurant he worked at so Sam could confidently stream all by himself without fear of being overheard. 

He took his time doing his usual pre-stream ritual, taking care of himself, making sure his space was clean and welcoming, looking as inviting and comfortable as ever before settling in for the night. 

On Saturdays he had so much time he didn’t have to rush. He could check in with the regulars, talk, and really build up to the main event. Tonight was good, there were a lot of people in the room, lots of eyes on him, he felt hot, confident, was in a good headspace and just felt free, was having a hell of a lot of fun too.

Every other Saturday night was game night, he had a wheel with some different games on rotation laid out and they’d play a few rounds. Right now he was sweating, he was in danger of losing, he lost the last game night and wanted to win. The chat wasn’t helping, was piling on the praise and saying all kinds of shit that they knew affected him. His eyes scanned over the chat as his well lubed hand was wrapped around himself, following the set up tempo and pace perfectly, getting dangerously close to cumming until finally, the lights changed and he tore his hand away. Chest heaving, sitting back, his hands held up, clearly off of himself as he let his eyes fell closed for a moment, a half laugh as he said, “You haven’t beaten me yet.”

His eyes peeled open to see the chat affirming that there was another round paid for and ready to go and they could all still win. 

He took a breather waiting for the signal and soon enough, too soon, he had to start back up. Jerking himself off at the chat’s instruction yet again, all the edges were starting to stack up and he was getting close in almost no time flat, he needed a reprieve, a distraction. He was really focusing on staying on the right side of the edge when he heard a sound he knew all too well, a key in the lock of the front door. 

His hand didn’t falter but his eyes went wide. He closed his mouth hard, stopping the litany of moans that had been pouring out freely as he felt them. His glance flicked to the clock, it wasn’t even eleven pm! What was he doing at home already?!

He listened as he came in, closed the door and kicked his shoes off, he kept pace but bit his bottom lip to keep his mouth closed. This was a good distraction, was keeping him from cumming but he was so fucking scared, what if he got caught, what would he do then? How would he ever explain what he was doing?

He tried to calm himself, deeply breathing in through his nose as he continued to work himself over, how often did Buddy barge into his room at this time of night anyway?

He focused on the game, on the chat, which was starting to question why he was being so quiet he was wondering just how to play it off. He kept going and the edge was creeping up again, panting softly, he was dying to get off but he couldn’t, not yet, not without winning.

He was deep into it, had almost forgotten the fact Buddy was home except for reining in his moaning when the unthinkable happened. 

A loud knock on the door followed by Buddy opening it without waiting for a response, saying, “Hey man, I brought you home dinner, you hungry?”

Sam’s head snapped, turning to the now open door to see his roommate standing there in the doorway, bag in hand, other hand on the door knob and his eyes went wide as he took in the scene. Seeing his roommate sitting on the edge of the bed, not a single bit of clothing on, long and tone body on display, sweat on his brow, out of breath and his dick in his hand, looking wet with lube and pre-cum, flushed and hard as fuck. Sam looked shocked himself, his lips parted, face red and neither of them knew what to do for a moment. 

Buddy recognized the tip sound immediately when it went off, his eyes breaking from Sam’s gaze to the computer screen and he gasped seeing the familiar set up, the realisation struck right away and Sam saw the wash of recognition. He said, “Get out man!”

“Shit, yeah, sorry!” Buddy dropped the food and retreated out of the room, closing the door he went to the kitchen, got a drink, tried to calm himself. Did he really just see that?

Was it true or was he imagining it? Was Sam really…Camming?

He downed the glass of water in a second and leaned against the counter, hanging his head trying to ignore how hard he was already. The image of Sam like that, totally naked and his hand around himself, so hard and fuck, he had seen his body in bits and pieces but all of it on display was almost too much to handle. Maybe he should go to his own room and-

He heard Sam’s door slam open and quick feet stomping towards the kitchen, “Buddy!”

He almost choked on his second glass of water and set it down, “Shit…”

He snatched up his apron and tied it around his waist quickly to cover up his problem before turning to face Sam who was coming into the kitchen now in a pair of pyjama pants and a t-shirt. “Heyyy Sam.”

“Hi.” Sam said, hands on his hips as he looked him over, “What are you doing?”

Buddy picked up the loaf of bread nearby and said, “Grilled cheese? I got some jarlsberg earlier and-”

Sam threw his hands up cutting him off, “You know what? I don’t care, why the fuck did you just come into my room without knocking?!”

“I did knock! I knocked!” Buddy defended himself and Sam pressed on, “Most people wait for an answer before barging in. You’re like a helicopter parent! You knock to say you did but don’t wait for an answer which fucking defeats the whole purpose of fucking knocking in the first place!”

“Okay, okay! You’re right, it was not fucking cool of me, I’m sorry.” Buddy admitted, he did sound contrite. 

“Damn right it wasn’t.” Sam affirmed and the pair stared each other down. Buddy spoke first, “So…We gonna talk about the fact you were clearly camming?”

Sam’s eyes went wide as he sputtered, “You! You…You don’t know that I was!”

Buddy laughed loudly, eyes rolled and arms crossed as he said,  “Yeah I do! It was so obvious, I’d know that tip sound anywhere!”

Sam’s mouth opened and closed and when he realised he said, “Wait how do you know that sound?! Are you telling me that you cam too?”

“Duh-doy Wescott.” Buddy said with a grin and a raise of his eyebrows. The thought flew into Sam's head. Buddy sprawled on those black bed sheets of his, tattoos on display, unashamed and confident and dirty talking, sweat soaked curls as he fisted his own cock-

“So we both do?” Sam uttered in disbelief and Buddy said, “I guess so.” A brief pause before Sam spoke up still trying to keep the thoughts of Buddy naked and masturbating on camera out of his head.

“Well…This makes what I wanted to ask much easier.” Sam said slowly with a hand running through his hair, “And what is that?”

“I might have mentioned you to the chat before and now that people heard you stumble in on me they went nuts, I could barely tear away to come talk to you! I’ve got a lot of horny fans and I can’t leave them unsatisfied.”

Buddy could not believe what he was hearing. “You are asking ME to collab?”

Sam stepped closer, somehow managing to maintain eye contact as he stated, “I am. So what do you say Swanson?” 

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Well first of all CONGRATS ON 2K BEX U DESERVE EVERY ONE!!! Now you mentioned Amber being available to request, would you perhaps allow for a meeting of our OCs again? How about some Alan Sharpe x Amber, during an office party of some sort. She's invited as her company works with his, and so the two of them dance around each other the entire night being flirty and coy and finding new and inventive ways to tease the other. Until finally it all culminates in Alan sneaking Amber into his office, where he punishes her for being such a tease. Maybe he gags her a bit with his fingers (with the rings of course) to try to keep quiet so no one hears. Definitely lots of dirty talk, rough sex, maybe some spanking in-between and Alan making sure Amber is thoroughly fucked before the two of them leave again and try to inconspicuously blend back into the party where hopefully no one notices how disheveled they are. Thank u very much my lovely and congrats again!!!!

Ayyyyy! Lottie baby! Thanks so much for putting in for this! Any excuse to write Amber and Alan I am gonna take! I hope this 3.3K one-shot satisfies as always! Let’s not waste time and get riiiight into it. 

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.3K. Amber Cottrell X Alan Sharpe. Warnings: Teasing. Coy Bullshit. Amber And Alan Being Well Amber And Alan. Dirty Talk. Begging. Punishment. Spanking. Vaginal Sex. Squirting. Gagging. Cream Pie. Don’t Get Caught. Hold The Moan. Hair Pulling.

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Keep It Down.

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When Amber got the invitation mixed in with her usual office mail she was grinning almost ear to ear. Alan had made mention that his office was having a holiday party, she had heard stories that the party they host is usually quite nice, good food and drink and making merry a plenty. Some old saying about working hard and playing hard flits through her mind and the people at Alan’s office certainly worked hard. 

She read over the info and made a note in her calendar as well as began to mentally plan just what she should wear. She thinks perhaps a new dress entirely is in order for this occasion. The party is in about a week, she gives it three days before officially telling Alan over the phone that she will be there. He tries to play it cool, says he is glad she can make it with a mostly cool and detached affectation to his voice but she is sure he is near giddy on the other end of the line. 

Playing this game, this back and forth is fun, it’s been going on for a long while, even after they have started hooking up and being more physical, the pair still enjoys the near endless teasing and playing around as if they aren’t very into each other, Amber especially. What can she say? She loves being a tease, plus he makes it too easy and far too enjoyable to give up anytime soon.

Amber takes her time that night getting ready, she isn’t in a rush to get over there, insisting on being fashionably late, if only to make him sweat just a little. She came out from the cold into the building’s lobby, gift in hand, honestly excited to see this party first hand. She came by the day before to drop off some paperwork and everyone was talking so much about it her curiosity was thoroughly piqued. 

She was checked in at the front desk no problem, name near the top of the list and she rode the elevator up to the floor she had visited over and over again. When the doors slid open she knew just where to go, the flashing lights, the music, the sound of merriment and reverie floated down to where she was easily. She headed towards the sound of the party, stopped before crossing the threshold, asked by an attendant for her coat and she took off her gloves, slipped them into her pocket and took the coat off, passing it over with a simple, “Thank you.”

She had to give it up. She was impressed. 

The spread was ample, she was flitting through the crowd, one thing on her mind, finding wherever he was. She was dying to see his reaction to her little outfit and to be even more honest, she was curious as fuck to see what he was wearing. He always dressed well and she was sure he would go all out for such a big event. 

It wasn’t that hard to find him, he cut quite the imposing silhouette, picking him out in the throng of people was easy. He was leaning against the bar, ordering a drink, perfect, she strolled up, he looked good, suit was black with red accents, great shoes, and his hair looked amazing as always too. She slotted herself right next to him, forearms on the bar as she looked up to him with a smile on her face. Her heel nudged his ankle as she said, “You sure know how to throw a party.”

Even through the voices and over the music he knew the lilt of that voice anywhere. He looked down to his side to see Amber herself looking up at him. He had been waiting for her for nearly two hours, trying not to look pressed or stressed or like he was watching the door but he was excited ever since she agreed to come. So to see her now, hair up, a few pieces framing her face, made up, sparkly and smokey eye shadow and red lips he felt like he could finally breathe. She was in another ridiculously tall set of heels and a deep green velvet dress that showed off a healthy amount of cleavage, a slit up one side creeping high on her thigh, tasteful jewellery matching it all just so. She looked hot and so her. He wanted to reach out and touch her immediately. He tried to keep it cool and not act so affected by how good she looked, opting to say easily, “Well, I was starting to worry you weren’t going to show up.” 

Luckily for him she wanted to touch him too, she held her arm out inviting him for a hug which he took her up on, “What can I say? I managed to find the time in my busy schedule.” 

“Oh how big of you to grace me with your presence.” He hummed, a hand firmly on her lower back as they hugged before she pulled back. 

“I know, I’m spoiling you. Count it as a gift.” She said easily and now with him fully facing her she could really take in his outfit from the front. Again red and black, a good mix of fabrics, some of the material was more textured, almost quilted, others looking silky, all very touchable. She loved it until her eyes hit chest level and she laughed. His suit and outfit was good, fashion forward, lavish looking, clearly expensive and well thought out, but instead of one of the usual ties she had seen him wear, something with just as much taste, there was what might have been the cheesiest Christmas tie she’d ever seen. 

“What the fuck is that?!”

The tie was dark blue in background, snow falling on it, a whole house detailed on the bottom, the house was decked out in lights and sticking upside down, and his ass hanging out in the chimney was ol Santa Claus himself. “What? You don’t like it?”

He asked, a tone of mock innocence, one hand on his chest as she giggled, her head shaking as she tried to gain composure, “If you don’t like it like this, maybe this will change your mind-” 

He pressed a spot on the bottom of the tie and all the lights on the house and wrapped around the chimney sprung to life, flashing between red and green. That got her to snort out a laugh that turned a few heads. Her hands were on his chest, her head tipped forward as she attempted to catch her breath, the smile wouldn’t leave his face, happy to have made her laugh this much and to have her so close. When she finally did stop laughing he asked, “So how about a drink?”

“God, yes please.” He ordered for her, some holiday themed cocktail made especially for this party and she gave it up, it was fucking good. After that first sip he asked, “Who’s that for?” 

Pointing to the gift on the bar and she smiled, setting her drink down then sliding the box over, “Welllll it might be for you.” 

“For me? And I didn’t get you a thing.”  She scoffed and waved him off, “You don’t gotta get me anything.” 

He picked up the thin box, making a mental note he should still get her something. It didn’t look like it was expensive, he was still cautious however as he untied the ribbon. He popped the top off and was greeted with a very nice looking pen, it was heavy, had some good weight to it, polished dark metal, almost black with silver accents. He looked over to her, leaning on one hand, smiling up at him, “Figured with all the business we do together it’d be appropriate.”

“Amber, this is, really, really nice thank you.” He said it sincerely, he was really touched and she said, “You’re welcome.” 

There was a beat of a moment, sweet and genuine before she was turning the tables again and teasing him once more. “So about this car crash of a tie-”

The party was a great time. More talking happened between the pair as well as they both flitted around to check in with other people. A lot of people had gotten to know Amber from how often she came by the office and all wanted to wish her well and check in this holiday season. Alan being the boss of course had to make the rounds, while doing so his eyes kept on wandering to her, seeing her talking, twirling her hair, drinking, laughing, a little too close for comfort to some of these people. He see’s how some of the younger men and interns are looking at her and he isn’t crazy about it. He does know that he has a leg up, even if she doesn’t say it, she likes him a lot. 

They still managed to keep on finding and coming back to each other in between all the other moments and conversations. Lingering touches, some heated looks and some much less than subtle flirting on both their parts. He noticed her nails at one point, complimented them and to allow him a better look the fingers on her left hand trace the edge of the top of her dress, showing off the clear manicure with the swirling silver glitter design on it, calling attention naturally to her chest in the process. When she caught him looking she was smirking and he knew he’d have to up his game. 

It was easy when the next time he passed her a drink and she noticed his rings. She knew he liked his hands and those rings in particular, caught the way her teeth tugged lightly on her bottom lip. 

She’d brush against him a bit too close or adjust that awful tie and he’d lean in to whisper something in her ear, lips brushing against her in a way that he knew made her tense and want to shiver. 

They were being awful to each other. 

At one point getting another drink she was recounting a story, waiting for their cocktails and he picked up a cherry from the trays of fruit on the bar and popped it into his mouth. She thought nothing of it, still telling him what happened with her friend until he presented the stem of said cherry that he apparently just tied with nothing but his tongue and she laughed. “Oh my God, you are ridiculous. Be more cliche’. Where’d you learn that? Back at your first sock hop in the 60s?” 

“Old man jokes again, eh? And it’s not cliche’ it’s classic.” He asked with a sigh, dropping the tied stem into his currently empty glass. “A true classic and a staple.” She fired back, taunting what he said with a grin.

“What? You seriously aren’t impressed?” He asked and she purred, “I didn’t say that I’m just saying it’ll take more than a few moves of your tongue to win me over.” 

She was gonna kill him at this rate. 

It was a few hours in that he took her hand and was leading her away while most people were distracted. “Where are we going?”

“My office, I’ve got the new projections that came in early to show you-” She cut him off with a laugh as she held onto his arm, “Oh is that the excuse to get me back here?”

“I needed one, this is as good as any.” He said with a grin that made her giggle as he pushed the door open. 

He let her in first, she strode in the same as she always did, far too comfortable for an office that wasn’t hers, in a building where she was not technically employed. She heard the door click closed and heard him following up behind her. She didn’t even get the chance to turn or say some witty thing before he was on her. He turned her to him and pushed her against his desk, head dipping down, his hands on either side of his face, kissing her deeply, cutting off any hope of her running that mouth of hers. He had a terrible habit of making her feel weak when he caught her off guard like that. He kept moving her back, she managed to keep balance as she was ushered backwards until she hit the desk. One of her hands on his forearm the other resting on the hardwood for support as she returned his affection. 

Before she could really sink into it he was pulling away and she was pouting, “Why’d you stop?”

“Because you have a lot to make up for.” His hands dragged down, over her neck and shoulders, feeling her soft skin as he went and how she responded, arching closer into him before his grip tightened and he forced her against the desk harder, not allowing her to do what she wanted and keeping a small amount of distance between him and her. “What do you mean?”

She asked with a coy smile, playing dumb is something she did a little too well and it was a little too infuriating. “I mean what a fucking tease you were being out there. You really think I was gonna let you get away with that?”

He shook her shoulders when she didn’t respond and he asked, “Well? You got anything to say for yourself?”

She broke, letting a wide smile spread across her face with a shrug, “Nothin’ that wouldn’t make you even more mad Mr.Sharpe.” 

He moved quickly after that and in less than a minute she was dragged around the desk and shoved over it. Her dress was hiked up over her hips and before she could even get her bearings or raise her head his hand was coming down on her ass. He didn’t ease into it at all, the strike was firm and landed just right, his rings increased the bite of the hit and had her throwing her head back with a gasp. His hand was over her mouth immediately after, smothering the sound, he leaned over her, his chest to her back as he breathed into her ear, “You better keep it down. Don’t wanna disturb the party out there, do you?”

She moaned muffled against his hand as she ground her hips back, searching for some kind of stimulation already. As cool as she played it all their back and forth and teasing had done a number on her and she was wet and wanting. She can’t resist him on the best of days but certainly not when he was being so forceful. 

“Oh I keep forgetting what a little fucking slut you are. You’d probably looooove to get caught hmm?” His fingers traced her lips and she parted them as he forced his fingers inside and in response her tongue moved, rolling between his digits, tasting the metal of his rings as she nodded. “I bet if someone came in with me balls deep inside you’d moan louder and buck back harder.” 

His other hand that wasn’t currently finger fucking her mouth came down on her ass again. She moaned around his fingers louder, another nod before sucking on them and another hit landed, soon another and another and her legs were shaking and her chin wet with drool. She begged, wetly and pathetically around his fingers as he gagged her, “Puh-lease?”

“Awe, please?” He was still so close, pressed right to her, he whispered it right in her ear and she nodded again, another whimpering plea before he took the smallest amount of pity on her. “It is the holidays and I’m feeling generous.”

She heard the sound of his belt opening one handed and her thighs rubbed together in anticipation, “So in the spirit of the season, why not give a little?”

That is how she finds herself with one leg on the desk, her dress is hiked up higher, her drenched panties are hooked around her ankle, pretty perfect manicured fingers gripping the edge of the desk as he had her. For fear of being caught he didn’t even turn on the desk lamp, Amber was biting her bottom lip so hard she was worried she might break the skin, he had one hand on her hip and the other in her hair, ruining her pretty updo, causing the cascade of red curls to spill down her back. She was almost spilling out of the top of her dress as well, the fact her tits were contained was honestly impressive from how hard he was giving it to her. She was squirming, moving back as much as she could to meet him in the middle, the pleasure was almost too much to bare for her, the hard spanks he kept putting down on her ass weren’t helping, nor was what he was saying, just loud enough for her to hear over the sound of skin on skin. 

“You’re so fucking wet-” he panted out, “-you’re dripping down your thighs right now.” She knew he was right. She was going to attempt to respond but another smack on her ass combined with him tugging on her hair and grinding just right inside her had her crying out. 

That wouldn’t do. His hips paused for only a moment as his hands pulled off of her but she still whined in protest, “Ah-Ah-lannnn please-”

He loved when she got like this. No Mr.Sharpe, no coy teases, just loudly and helplessly moaning his name as he stretched her out. But now was not the right venue for it. He took his tie off and wrapped both ends around his hands, he leaned down, covering her once more before he lined up and gagged her with the tie. She moaned into the silky material as he started to fuck her again. She felt heavenly like this, soaked and clenching around him.

He knew that she wouldn’t last long, he could see her in the black computer screen on her desk, that beautiful fucked out face, total bliss, brows knitted together, clearly getting close. She looked so good, a total wreck, lipstick smeared from how he had his fingers in her mouth, he couldn’t wait to make her cry. 

When he had made her squirt, a mess down her trembling legs and he had spilled into her he made sure to give her a few moments before encouraging and helping her to get ready to brave the party once more. During those moments he wished he could have taken a picture of her like this, spread out on his desk, leaking the mix of him and her and struggling to catch her breath. She looked over her shoulder, “Ah-am I, haaa, forgiven?” 

His hand came down onto her already bruised ass, making her twitch with a small yelp before he said, “Yeah I’d say so.” 

She rolled her eyes with a laugh, “Gee thanks.” The shit eating grin as he was adjusting his pants and said, “You’re welcome.”  had her feeling probably better than she should. 

Getting their respective shit together took a while before they slipped back out of his office. She didn’t bother putting her hair back up and had a time fixing her makeup and trying to make it look like she didn’t get fucked stupid. He looked a little better of course but he left his tie back in his office, it was ruined by all the lipstick and spit from her. Her hand left his as they slipped back into the crowd, their eyes met briefly and she smiled warmly up at him, a raise of her eyebrows as they parted and he thought about just what gift he should surprise her with next week. 

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Annnnd just like that the raffle is done! Thank you to all who entered! I am so excited by some of these and I am already writing! Grabber fans are gonna get fed, fans of the cam au are gonna live and Freddy and Amber fans got some treats coming!