#Josef x reader

[cuntghoulie]

Tall Goddess Reader

Reader x Josef (Creep)/ The Man (Hush)/Kurt Kunkle

I lost this request, but it essentially asked: What about a goddess reader who is taller than them, and who sleeps in her underwear with no top on?

AN: Ohhhhhhh baby,  It’s been a year and a half, but here we are. If anybody would want a full-NSFW part 2 of this with blurbs for each character… idk lemme know!

WARNING: SLIGHT HINTS AT NSFW, indication that reader is AFAB

Josef

The second he meets you, he’s basically enamored by you

Sure, he’s enamored by many, but he enjoys your height especially

The feeling of being smaller than you and being protected is a feeling this serial killer is not used to

He embraces it full-heartedly

Once you’re in a relationship, and he’s, theoretically, decided to keep you alive, he is utterly obsessed

We knew he would be obsessed, but you didn't’ expect how much he loved your height

He was obsessed with being protected by you, sheltered by you, loved and protected by you

When he sees your sleeping state, he goes nearly feral

He fights so hard to keep his hands to himself, so you should appreciate that much, right?

He can’t help but fondle your curves and skin and your chest as you sleep, wanting to be wrapped up in the warmth of you as much as humanly possible

This man is so clingy it’s absolutely suffocating, but hey, he DID let you live, so…

He will kiss every inch of you, his tongue flattening against your breasts

He only sees the underwear in front of him, with your otherwise unclothed state, as a sort of task

This is the kind of relationship you’ll need one of those underwear indicators: red meaning to go ahead, blue or otherwise meaning to hold back for the night

Can’t promise he’ll follow through though, we should remember who we’re dealing with

He’s incredibly desperate, starved, and loves you more than any other thing in this universe

He’s just GOT to have you, any time, any place

Hush “The Man”

Makes fun of your height at first

Mildly insecure about the fact that you’re taller than him at first, but gets over it fast once he sees the many advantages

AKA: tits in the face

He’s kind of a freak, sorry

He loves watching you and how you move, the way your hips sway when you walk

Not as much as he loves watching you sleep half-naked

His eyes trace over your body, highlighted by the moonlight filtering through the window

He’s outside the window, as per usual

Staring at you, pushing the window open oh so quietly

He crawls forward towards your sleeping state, sliding into bed

His hands immediately spread over your skin as his presses against you

His nose is pressed against your hair, and he wraps his arms around you tightly, giving you a BIIIIIIIG sniff

What a freak

He relaxes once the scent of you fills his senses, and he can finally start to find some sleep with your skin pressed against his

Sure, he loves to look at your nearly-naked body, but he loves the warm feeling of you pressed against him even more, as it lulls him into the only sense of safety he has

Kurt Kunkle

He is pure simp for you

He will get on his knees and worship you if you ask

Kurt is consistently confused as to why you’re in a relationship with him, being a tall goddess such as yourself

He’s such a nerd, such a loser, why would you be with someone lame like him?

Kurt can’t escape the massive ego boost you give him by even being in his life

The first time he sees how you sleeps, he basically loses all functioning skills for a few minutes

You are so gorgeous in every state, but in a peaceful, exposed state like that? Kurt is crawling towards you on his hands and knees.

He just can’t help it, with you so open to him in your sleeping state

He’s basically shaking the whole time, so you wake up the moment he gets onto the bed, the damn chihuahua 

You’re happy for it though, and the bright smile on blushy face as you make eye contact is all the go ahead he needs to bury his face right in your chest

He’s getting a bit too excited though, with all that skin exposed, so he’ll start rutting against you without even noticing it

Guess you’ll have to take care of that! Or you can shove him in the corner to do it himself, but he’ll be whiny the whole next morning.

[sraghost]

Selfserts I did this month about this white furry that I found on the trash :)

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT • MINORS DNI

Dom!Josef (creep, the creep tapes) x Reader • SMUT • dom/sub dynamic, spanking, oral (f receiving) p in v sex, squirting, fingering, cum eating

“FUCK me.”

Josef stopped chewing his cereal, looking at you across the table. “It’s seven AM,” he said. “And you want me to do what?”

“You heard me.”

Josef released his spoon, a tinny clinking sound emerging as it landed against the side of the bowl. “Yes, I did hear you,” he replied. “But is that the way we ask for things?” He cocked an eyebrow silently, waiting for your response. You stared him down, quietly replying “I had dreams.”

Josef nodded interestedly. “Did you now?” he asked. “What kind of dreams?”

You frowned a little, frustrated that he was making you play this game to get what you wanted. “The explicit kind,” you answered. “The kind where you fuck me so hard I can’t walk the next day…where I’m coming so hard I forget my own name…”

Josef pursed his lips, a heavy sigh leaving his body. “That all sounds really nice,” he said. “And I’d be happy to help make your dream a reality, except for one thing…”

Now it was your turn to sigh. He was going to make you beg for it. “And that is?”

Josef sat back in his chair, his hands going to unfasten his belt under the table. “You have to ask nicely,” he replied with a serious tone, more like a teacher or a pastor than a man who regularly fucked you stupid. Josef tugged his belt from the loops in his jeans, his eyes never leaving yours. His jaw clenched and relaxed. “I’ve got all day,” he said, holding his belt ready and waiting in one hand…

You rolled your eyes, knowing that would also earn you a reprimand. Josef’s lips twitched into a grin which he quickly concealed. He liked when you pushed back on his authority…among other things.

“Somebody just can’t stop being disrespectful this morning,” he mused. “Can she?” Josef pushed his chair back; the abrupt sound of it scuffing the floor made you flinch. Josef took a few steps around the table with his belt in hand, coming to a stop where you sat. He looked down at you in silence for a moment, giving you another chance to ask nicely for what you wanted. When you remained stubborn and silent, Josef told you the same words he’d told you so many times before. “Green is More, Red is Stop,” he said, wrapping the end of the belt around his hand.

“…and yellow?” you asked tentatively, wondering if you’d pushed Josef too far this time.

“No yellow today,” he replied flatly. “You’re going to take it until you can’t, understand? Bad girls don’t get yellow…”

You swallowed, followed by a short gasp as Josef cracked the belt against his palm. “Over this chair,” he commanded. “Now.” You slid off your seat and laid yourself across the flat part of the chair, your head bent towards Josef’s feet and your ass in the air. He leaned over you, his crotch pressed against your head as he smoothed a hand over your ass through your nightgown. “Take your panties off,” Josef said. “I want to watch it turn red.” You reached behind you and slipped your fingers under the waistband of your panties, awkwardly tugging them down till they were around your ankles. Josef didn’t give you a chance to prepare, snapping his belt like a whip against your ass. You jerked, gritting your teeth as a second blow struck, then a third, then a fourth.

Josef took a step back to admire his work, the red marks forming on your swollen cheeks. “Color?” he asked, his eyes staying on your ass. “Green,” you replied.

“Good.” SMACK! Josef’s belt snapped across your ass, your thighs clenching in response. The content of your dreams had left you dripping, and each swat of Josef’s belt to your ass made you leak even more cum between your thighs.

“Stay still,” Josef said as he walked around the chair. You shivered as a draft passed over your bare ass when Josef moved. He knelt behind where you were bent over the chair, using his hands to spread your legs wider to make room. Josef leaned in close and pressed his lips to one of your cheeks, nipping the soft skin with his teeth. You squeaked in protest, but your whimper was met with another hard SMACK! rather than sympathy.

“Color?” Josef asked, and you sniffled out a defiant “GREEN.”

“Very good,” he affirmed, giving your ass a firm pinch. You arched your back, asking for more. Josef knelt forward and swiped his tongue between your cheeks. Your hole puckered as his tongue ghosted over it, expectant. Josef’s hands gripped your hips, spreading them and your ass wider apart. He nuzzled his nose into your curves, his tongue extending to lick at your labia and the sweet slickness coating them. You bucked on the chair, which earned your ass a hard swat. “I said stay still,” Josef reprimanded.

“M’sorry,” you panted.

“Sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“That’s better,” Josef praised. “Now that your manners have improved, I think it’s alright to reward you a little.”

You exhaled gratefully, smiling down at the floor. You were proud of yourself; things were going exactly how you wanted: you’d received a punishment and you were about to get a reward.

Josef kept your ass spread open, burrowing his face between your legs. Your eyes closed in pleasure as all your senses were overtaken by Josef’s tongue inside you. He licked the slippery juice from your pussy up between your cheeks, tonguing his tip gently inside your hole. Your thighs trembled around Josef’s face. His right hand traveled between your legs, palm turned upward, cupping your cunt. Josef massaged your clit with his fingertips, the base of his hand rubbing your labia and smearing your cum between them. His tongue made a long swipe up your pussy to your asshole, lips closing over the tiny hole and sucking.

You cried out as Josef inserted two fingers inside you, curling them inward. He nuzzled his nose into the soft space that separated your asshole and your cunt, lapping at the sweet wetness oozing over his tongue like syrup. You gripped the edge of the chair, your teeth sinking over your bottom lip as drool dripped onto the floor beneath you.

Josef fucked his fingers into you roughly, your juices spraying onto his wrist, his neck, his face. You squeezed around Josef’s shoulders, rutting your ass against him with your thighs clenched tight. He let you ride out your orgasm on his hand, then stood up, bringing your limp body with him in his arms. Josef draped you over the table, knocking his forgotten bowl of cereal onto the floor. He stood between your legs, hurriedly working his jeans undone. You were feeling lighter than air, so blissed-out that you didn’t care how Josef used you to get himself off. He grabbed your legs and yanked your ass to the edge of the table, lining himself up between your thighs.

Josef’s tip prodded your entrance, but he didn’t press inside you just yet. He noticed how spacey you were, and asked, just to check in, “color?”

“Green,” you sighed happily, a contented smile on your face. Josef thrust forward, groaning as he sank inside your cunt. His hands clenched into fists inside your hair, locking you in place. You could feel Josef’s cock throbbing inside you, stroking every curve and contour of your pussy. His thrusts were brutal, selfish, as if he hadn’t fucked you a couple of days ago. Clearly Josef had been restraining himself the whole time he was ‘punishing,’ you; he needed this, as much as you did.

He placed one hand on your stomach, and the other between your legs, working your clit with the pad of his thumb. A familiar sensation began to bloom beneath Josef’s hand, deep inside you. It swelled and swelled to the point of bursting, Josef making you come again with his fingers, your release soaking the table under your ass. He replaced his thumb with his mouth, sucking your engorged clit between his lips, tugging your slick, puffy lips between his teeth.

It became too much; it felt too good. You were crying, tears that started gently but were soon streaming down your face as the intense stimulation became overwhelming. You whimpered as loudly as you could, “red…red!” Josef lifted his head immediately from between your legs. “Baby-what’s wrong?” he asked, concern coloring his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied weakly, smiling back at Josef. “It was so good…so strong-too strong.” You let your head lay back against the table, your body relaxing as Josef’s body tensed. He leaned against the table, bracing his palm on it for support, other hand pumping his cock. It was obvious your little pussy had taken enough of a beating, so instead of coming inside you, Josef would come on your belly. But he misjudged the timing of his orgasm, his cum spattering onto your thigh instead, running down your leg.

Panting, Josef continued to lean on the table for support. He wiped your leg clean with his hand, then brought his fingers to your mouth and fed you his cum. You slid off the table and walked with Josef to the bedroom, where you both took a morning nap (after moving the Peachfuzz mask off the bed first, of course). 🐺

[bosinclairsgff]

plez…josef with a film geek s/o

Josef x film geek reader

Warnings: none

A/n: Sorry this is short. It’s 6am and I haven’t slept at all.

- “Name 5 classic movies.”

- At first I feel like he’d low key be one of those guys who see you wearing a band tee and then ask you to name three songs of theirs that you know.

- Once he’s done being slightly intimated he’d be so fun to talk to about movies.

- You two could spend hours just talking about movies.

- He’d want to show you some weird home videos he’s “come across” over the years.

- Loves horror and probably falls asleep to animal documentaries.

- Will surprise you with tickets to go see a film you’ve been dying to see in the theater.

- Would want to recreate movie scenes with you.

[earthsickwithoutyou]

Fic preview: Josef x Reader

Premise: Reader (femme/gender-neutral) is a talented and ambitious young filmmaker who has a little problem with romantic obsession and leaves a trail of blood in their wake. They notice Josef’s latest Craigslist post searching for a Videographer and get the job. Josef and Reader meet and fall desperately-madly in love immediately. Thing is…neither one is used to the object of their affections being equally unhinged and 100% into them in return.

This will be a dark romance with tooth-rotting fluff, and so much (kinky) smut. ☺️

Preview:

Coming soon to AO3! 😉🐺🪓🩸🎥💓

[hannahbisssssss]

Creep Josef Headcannons

Someone Tries to Hurt You

Oh boy.

Josef is ON THEM like hornets in their nest.

Instantly comes to your rescue, knowing that you’re being harassed the second he sees how uncomfortable you look. 

Josef is not a physically intimidating guy per se, but he knows how to hold his own.

I mean. Come on. He’s killed 39 people. He’s learned a thing or two. 

There is an almost instant fight. 

Josef, contrary to popular belief, doesn’t like to fight unfairly.

For you, however, he would fight a thousand times over in the most unfair way possible.

“We can do this right here, or outside. Honestly, I’m fine either way.”

If you try to hold him back, he’s incredibly gentle with you, grabbing your arm or holding your hand. 

“Let’s just go.” 

“You’re one lucky son of a bitch.”

Punches the dude in the mouth if he tries anything else.

It had been a particularly rough day at the office, and Josef suggested that you go out for the night. He didn’t tend to enjoy large crowds, but he knew you were more comfortable in them and wanted to cater to you. You both decided to go to a low-key bar downtown, as it offered a larger area than the house, but a small enough area so you could both see each other. 

When you got to the bar, Josef instantly went to order drinks for the two of you. He doesn’t tend to drink, but is comfortable doing it around you. As he walked away, you went to find a place to sit. You found a nice booth near one of the windows, which showed the beautiful scenery outside. Something for the both of you.

“Why hello there, darlin’,” a thickly drawled voice came from behind. Turning around, thinking it was Josef trying to play a trick on you, your smile fell as you saw a large and intimidating man staring at you. 

“Hello,” you tried to keep the conversation short. 

“How are you this fine evening?”

“I’m alright. Just waiting for my boyfriend to come back with our drinks.” That should work.

“Oh come on, sweetheart, how about you and I spend the evening together?” Or not.

“I’m not really comfortable with that. Thank you though,” your politeness would be the death of you. Josef always tried to teach you to be more assertive, which clearly wasn’t working tonight. 

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you alone for the night.” Thank god. “If you give me a kiss.” Jesus.

“Look, I’m not trying to cause a fight or anything, but I would really appreciate it if you just left me alone.”

“You making friends over here, my dear?” Josef’s voice came from behind the mountain of a man. You have never been so relieved.

“You could say that,” the man said, turning to face Josef. 

“If you were lying you certainly could,” you responded. The man turned back to scowl at you. 

“Well, it seems that my girlfriend is not comfortable with you being around her, and I suggest that you listen to her. Once is more than enough times to tell you to fuck off.” Josef’s smile was intimidating; his eyes were deadly serious. 

“I don’t take kindly to smaller guys telling me what to do,” the man stood up to his full height.

“And you clearly won’t listen when anybody tells you no. Now, big guy, I would seriously recommend you take a few steps back so I can hand my girlfriend’s drink to her. I don’t want any trouble.”

“I’m sure you don’t, little guy,” the man took a step towards Josef. 

“Let’s just go, Josef,” you said, trying to gently move towards him. Unfortunately, the man was still in the way, and he grabbed your shoulder as you tried to get close to Josef. Now, you weren’t exactly sure what was going through Josef’s mind, but it wasn’t good. You knew this wasn’t going to end well, so you pulled yourself away from the man’s grip, grabbing Josef’s arm. 

“It’s okay, honey. We can just go home, alright?” Josef, clearly not wanting to leave the situation, had an unsettling smile on his face.

“After this son of a bitch apologizes to you, I would be glad to, Y/N.” 

“I ain’t apologizing for shit,” the man spat towards you.

“That’s what I was hoping you would say,” Josef spoke casually. Quickly, he threw the two drinks at the man’s face, punching him in the mouth the second he was blinded by the liquid. The man staggered, trying to wipe the alcohol out from his eyes. The punch disoriented him, however, and Josef took the opportunity to kick the man in the balls. 

“If you ever come around here and harass my girlfriend, or any other woman, I’ll make sure to find where you live and fuck you up there, too.” That was clearly a lie. He would be looking up where this man lived the second he could. The bouncer was nearing us, ready to throw the two of us out. You rested your hand on Josef’s shoulder. 

“Let’s get out of here, honey.” Josef just nodded, shrugging off the hand of the bouncer that tried to grab his other shoulder.

“We’re already leaving.” The two of you walk out together, making the trek back to your car. 

“I really appreciate you standing up for me.”

“I could’ve fucking killed him right then,” he growled. 

“I’m glad you didn’t. I wouldn’t want to have a boyfriend in jail,” Josef finally sighed, smiling at you. 

“That wouldn’t be good for either of us,” he replied. 

“Nope!” With that, I kissed him on the cheek, ready to head home after the hectic day the two of us had.

[alessiathepirate]

Creep 2014

THE CONSEQUENCES OF A SMALL MISTAKE: Josef x fem!reader

Summary: The butterfly effect - the idea that small things can have big consequences. In her case, a small mistake gave her the opportunity to escape death.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

I didn't really plan to write any type of fanfiction or oneshot for this movie, even if I think it's fantastic (including the sequel) and unsettling, but there aren't many works out there for it - so I thought I'd try my best. And after some ideas and motivation, here it is! I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :)

Warnings: swearing, implied stalking, slightly referenced violence and/or murder, attempted murder

•••

the butterfly effect:

the butterfly effect is the idea that small things can have non-linear impacts on a complex system

or: the idea that the smallest things can have big consequences

°°°

She ran out of coffee. There was none left in the small metal container she usually kept the coffee beans in, and the cheap three in one box was empty as well.

That realization hurt in the morning, especially when she woke up late and knew that she'll be late for work. And the fact that the coffee was gone made the already bad day even worse.

She should've checked it, that's what she told herself as she went through her day without her usual, great cup of coffee. The one they make at her workplace couldn't be called coffee at all and the nearest coffee shop was too far away to go there during her break.

So she had to survive without the coffein she loved.

Such a small thing. A small mistake, a usual occurance - something what can happen to anybody anytime. Yet the consequences of her not checking on the metal container on Sunday were greater than she could've ever imagined.

She was home just before seven. It was already starting to get dark and she was tired. Way too tired to care about anything, to notice the unusual things happening around her or remembering the things she had promised she'd do. She didn't notice the package on her porch, even if the box was big enough to reach past her knees. She walked past it, trying to grab her keys from her bag to open the door.

"You didn't answer my calls..." the voice was so sudden she dropped her keys as her hands shook violently, her eyes no longer tired, but wide open. Her throat felt tight as held onto her bag tightly, her knuckles turning white as she looked around on the porch, examining all the dark corners to decide where to aim with it.

It took a few seconds for her to realize she knew that voice. It wasn't a stranger even if his voice did sound strange from time to time, it was high pitched when he was excited and he was excited at the weirdest moments.

"For fucks sake, you scared the Hell out of me!" she spoke up, her voice rough - then, after she realized how rude she must've sounded, she apologized with a small, tired smile: "I had a long day, I didn't mean to shout at you."

Her expression changed, going back to its exhausted self. She let go of her bag, letting it sit on her shoulder as she crouched down to find her keys.

Then the guy she knew as Josef walked closer to her, showing her which dark corner he was hiding in. He let the shadows draw dark shapes onto his face before he too crouched down, immediately finding the keys she was looking for.

"Thank you." she said as she took them from him, standing back up to open the door.

"It's okay." he was unusually quiet as he observed her every move, even after she stepped inside, leaving the door open for him. "No movie night then?"

She stopped, for a second feeling very much awake as she gently hit her forehead with her hand.

"Fuck, I totally forgot about it." for a moment she looked like she's about to cry. "I'm one poor excuse of a friend." she kicked her shoes off and let her bag fall to the ground as she quickly disappeared into the house - her voice had an unusual pitch to it as she shouted back: "Do you want some tea or something? Hot chocolate maybe? Heck, that's the least I can do - I'm so sorry."

Even in her tired and pityful mood she still knew that in the next few seconds Josef will turn up somewhere - behind her, next to her, in the other room when she leaves the kitchen. He did that a lot, scaring her either as a plan or as an accident. This was the case that time too.

"Hot chocolate's fine." she jumped a little, her heart beating faster as his voice came from directly behind her; she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.

Although she said nothing to it, because it had became an everyday thing, she still needed a few moments to collect herself.

"Okay. Give me a moment." she whispered, the sentence having two meanings: Give me a moment to get the hot chocolate done and Give me a moment to collect myself after you scared me.

"Did you order something?" Josef asked as he walked around the kitchen, looking at all the appliences and touching some of them even if he's seen them many times before.

"What do you mean?" she furrowed her eyebrows as she got the mugs ready, not understanding his question. She didn't order anything.

"You have a package on the porch."

"Great." she muttered, her tiredness showing once again. "Must be the wrong address. But whatever, I'll deal with it tomorrow."

She couldn't see him, but she heard his breathing and his steps as she melted some chocolate and poured some milk into the mugs.

" 'You sure?"

Why wouldn't I be?

"Yeah. I've got a movie night to make up for." she smiled as she added some cream to the drinks; she then turned towards him, her smile not disappearing at all even her eyes hurt a bit. "I don't have any popcorn, but we can still watch something if it's okay."

They both looked at the other, neither of them blinking as if they'd like to win a sudden challenge. He tilted his head, examining her posture or gestures - she couldn't tell, but she felt like she's telling him more than she'd like to.

His gaze was strange. Everything was more unusual about him ever since he turned up on her porch. She didn't necessary like it, but she didn't dare to point it out either.

And then suddenly, as if someone just pressed a switch in him, he smiled. More like grined. His whole mood changed in a second - and the oddness of it activated her fight or flight reflex. The fear ran through her fast, it made her shiver and her hands twitch slightly.

She has never been afraid of him before. Maybe she should've - her instincts told her.

"It's okay." his grin stayed and it made her feel like prey. "Let's watch something."

"Yeah." it wasn't more than a whisper for herself to gain her strength back as she watched Josef leave the kitchen - she soon followed him with the mugs. "So- what'll we watch?"

"'Interview with the Vampire'?" she looked at him as she put down the mugs on the coffee table right in front of the TV, and she couldn't help but let out a tired, half-annoyed sigh despite the coldness that ran through her back.

"Again?" she asked with a small, but knowing smile and even if the weird feeling didn't leave her chest, it was still an honest one. "We watched it last week too."

"Please?"

She just shook her head with a weak smile and was already on her way to connect the old DVD player to the TV, and then look for the cheap copy of the movie. She didn't have to look for long. It was right where they left it last week after he had gotten bored and pressured her into taking a walk around the neighborhood late at night.

"All right. Just because I owe you- and you're one of the few people I actually care about."

After everything was set and the first shot appeared on the TV, she finally sat down on the couch and leaned back - both her worry and hot chocolate forgotten as her limbs were finally stretched and resting. That was when she really felt the missing doses of coffein; her whole body felt heavier than usual now that she was past the hard part of the day. Now that she could see the familiar actors and hear the familiar lines; now that she could feel Josef's thigh against her own, she finally started to give up.

It felt too nice and comfortable. She doubted that she can wait out the whole two hours and two minutes - she had seen the Interview with the Vampire so many times she knew everyhing about it by heart - without falling asleep.

But until then, she could talk, to keep Josef entertained. He had to be entertained unless she wanted to wake up to him scaring her and having a heart attack.

"Did you do anything interesting today?" she asked as she slowly sat up to reach her drink.

"Sure. I shot a short film for the collection."

"Well, at least you had a more exciting day then I had." she yawned. "Will you show me some of it? Someday..."

"Someday." maybe if she was more alert, she would've seen the change in his tone and gestures.

She put the mug back down. The movie continued. They stayed quiet.

Unusually quiet.

Josef is very rarely calm and silent. He either has to be in a bad mood or has to be very tired. And as she looked at him from the corner of her eyes she couldn't see any of it.

And then, later, the more tired she was, the more alert he became. His back straightened, but not from the excitement she came to know - from something else, something new; something she hasn't seen before.

Seemingly, he was thinking. She knew it from the way the muscles around his mouth moved. But she couldn't tell what was on his mind. It must've been something big and serious. She didn't dare to ask.

"You know..." her eyes were halfway closed when Josef spoke up. "I really thought you wouldn't care if we missed this movie night."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You're tired."

"So?" she asked. "I'm always the tired one. You simply have more energy. Besides, it's just the addiction - coffee is a pretty strong drug." she chuckled quietly.

"I was thinking, maybe I'll keep you as my friend." if she noticed the dark tone of his voice, she didn't give it away at all.

"Well it's really nice of you to think so Josef, since we've been friends for the last two months." she turned towards him, her lips slightly curling upwards. "But I'll be happy if you keep me."

"I might."

And then soon, she was gone.

Her eyes closed, because she couldn't keep them open any longer and her whole being relaxed; her body didn't feel heavy anymore.

Perhaps she should have been worried. Scared - to fall asleep. But that's not how it went down, she gave up the fight with sleep and even if she lost, that's what saved her life.

The Interview with the Vampire kept on playing on the TV, the light from it made it possible to see in the room. Five minutes went by, then ten. And suddenly her head was resting on Josef's shoulder.

If she was awake, she would've noticed how stiff his posture has become or how he almost moved further away from her. But in the end he stayed and after he worked on his position on the couch, he decided to put aside the knife he had in his hand.

He slightly moved his head so his chin wouldn't touch the top of her head as he found the right angle to examine her from. He had seen her do a lot of stuff. He had seen her cook and clean, go to work and to the store or do whatever she liked to do in her free time - all without her knowledge. He hadn't seen her sleep yet.

She seemed calm, trusting. But then again every single person looks calm in his or her sleep. Trusting on the other hand - not many people would put their trust in him. Only the very naive or stupid ones. But he knew she wasn't stupid, nor naive. She had a decent job, a decent life and she didn't talk to everyone. Yet she talked to him.

He raised one of his hands and took hold of a lock of hair softly. He twisted it around his fingers and then awkwardly petted her head.

There was no fun in killing her in that moment. She was asleep. She hadn't seen the package yet. She hadn't seen the VHS tape he put in it. There wasn't enough fear in her yet.

But then again there was something else. There was trust and perhaps, just perhaps it may be more interesting than fear. It for sure felt nicer than her fear.

He brushed his fingers along the outline of her face as if he'd like to know every single bone or wrinkle. He stayed there and raked his fingers through her hair and smelled it too.

Later he put his knife away.

And after he put her in a more comfortable position on the couch, he went outside to get to the package before she does. He cut it open and after he retrieved the necklace he put in it, he set the rest of it aside. He'll get rid of it before she wakes up.

Maybe if she trusts him this much she'll like it.

If she likes him this much she'll definitely like it.

He sat down next to her on the couch again, his gaze was once on the movie and once on her.

That's what it took her to avoid death.

Her forgetfulness, her addiction and her trust. One simple mistake.

And after unknowingly escaping death, she's got an even clingier and stranger Josef than before.

But then again, it's still better, isn't it?

[defectivevillain]

live to die another day

pairing: Josef/Reader

reader's gender & race are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors used.

summary: “Hi, I’m the videographer,” you say, before introducing yourself. You decide to use a fake name—as you normally do. You don’t think anyone needs to know your real name. The majority of your customers just want a specific service from you and, as long as your videography can fulfill their desires, they don’t care what your name is. Josef seems different in that regard. He stares at you for a moment with a scrutinizing gaze. “That’s not your real name,” he says, with a ghost of a smile, “I can tell.” Josef’s stare is eerie, as if he is peering right through you.

word count: 3.1k | ao3 version

From the moment you pull into the driveway, you know something is off. At the time, you can’t explain it. But you will soon have answers to all your questions.

It begins, as most things do, with a knock on a front door. As you had trudged up the steps of this cabin, nestled away in the forest, you couldn’t help but feel a bit wary. The place is a bit too secluded for your liking—and the axe lodged into the tree stump at the foot of the stairs certainly hadn’t increased your confidence. Still, you had ultimately decided to walk up the steps and knock on the door. It’s a bit too late to go back now, you think to yourself. Besides, a thousand dollars is a thousand dollars—and you need the money. 

There is no one answering the door, to your immediate annoyance. “Hello?” You say. There is no response. You decide to knock again, a bit louder than last time. For a few seconds, there is still no answer. Just as you’re about to turn around and abandon your plans for the day, the door slowly creaks open. 

There is a man standing in the doorway. He has short brown hair and greenish eyes, and he wears an unassuming black shirt and pants. Overall, he looks relatively normal. “Hello, I’m Josef,” the man says, his lips tugging ever so slightly at the corners. His smile sends a shiver down your spine. The gesture looks almost wooden—mechanical and unnatural. 

“Hi, I’m the videographer,” you say, before introducing yourself. You decide to use a fake name—as you normally do. You don’t think anyone needs to know your real name. The majority of your customers just want a specific service from you and, as long as your videography can fulfill their desires, they don’t care what your name is. 

Josef seems different in that regard. He stares at you for a moment with a scrutinizing gaze. “That’s not your real name,” he says, with a ghost of a smile, “I can tell.” Josef’s stare is eerie, as if he is peering right through you. 

“It is,” you lie through gritted teeth. Dusty alarms are flashing and blaring in your head. You need the money, you remind yourself. It doesn’t matter if this guy is a little weird. As long as you survive the night, you’ll be fine. You’ve seen weird before—you can handle weird. You just hope this guy isn’t outright dangerous. “It’s my real name.” You maintain. 

There is a long pause, wrought with silence and tension. “Okay,” Josef eventually remarks, although he looks disbelieving. “Well, anyway, I’m glad you’re here. Can we start with a hug?” You don’t even get a chance to shake your head and step away before you’re being tugged past the doorway and into a hug. The man’s arms wrap around you and, for a split second, his grip feels unbreakable. You feel your breath stutter and you just barely manage to keep your composure. You get the feeling you don’t hide your thoughts well enough, because Josef has a knowing grin on his face as you break apart. 

What Josef says next is, in a word, unbelievable. It’s not the story itself that seems untrue—it’s the way he delivers it. For some reason, you can’t get rid of the somewhat unfounded conviction that Josef is lying. You decide to play along, since you really don’t have a choice. It helps that Josef gives you half of the money you agreed on, with the promise that he’ll give you the rest once the night is up. Then, he promptly takes you upstairs and proclaims that he’s going to take a bath—to which you are forced to be an unwilling spectator. The man’s bath—or “tubby,” as he calls it—would be a sweet sentiment if it weren’t so… unsettling. You bite down any comments and manage to keep quiet the entire time. 

If the tubby is bad, then what follows is much worse. Josef proceeds to take you on a drive towards an undisclosed location that supposedly has water with healing properties. You’re then forced to follow after him on a long, brutal hike up rocky slopes and through thickets of trees. You’re very close to giving up and abandoning the money you were promised, but the two of you manage to make it to the place Josef was looking for. He seems to think the heart carved into the rock formation below is a “sign” meant for him, and you don’t have the energy to argue. Josef then urges you to join him in wading in the water. You try refusing, but he eventually grabs you by the arm and pulls you in before you can resist. Then, the man pulls you into another hug. You feel goosebumps rising along your skin—and not just from the freezing temperature of the water.

After your hike, you stop at a diner. Josef claims the place has excellent pancakes, yet he looks at the menu as if seeing it for the first time. This is yet another red flag to add to the quickly growing pile of unsettling observations you’ve made about him. You’ve made it this far, though. You’re more than halfway through the day now. You can do this. 

Your meal with Josef is awkward at first. You don’t feel like talking, and you can feel Josef’s gaze burning into your skin. Eventually, he is the one to break the silence. “Have you ever done something you’re ashamed of?” Josef asks you, in the hazy afternoon sunlight. 

You still feel that honesty is dangerous, so you make up a story about falling from your chair and hitting your head in kindergarten. Josef seems to buy it. He takes another bite of his pancakes, before a contemplative expression falls onto his face. 

“I have a confession to make,” he murmurs, looking at you expectantly. “Something I’m ashamed of.” You purse your lips and take a deep breath, before urging him to continue. Josef seems to hesitate. You can’t tell if his hesitation is genuine or manufactured. He pulls out his phone and opens his camera roll, before turning it around to show you. “I took pictures of you… when you first arrived.” Indeed, he swipes through several photos of you sitting in your car, walking up the steps, and standing near the front door. 

Your ears are ringing. Your vision is tunneling. “Why?” You choke out. 

“I thought… maybe if I got to know you before you got to know me… then I would be less scared.” Josef admits. He looks down at his interlocked hands. There is malice lingering in the pull of his lips. “Do you forgive me?”

Something is wrong with this man. You don’t know what it is, and you’re certain you don’t want to find out. You breathe in, breathe out. Blink a few times. You let your gaze wander across your surroundings. “...Yes.” You really don’t have a choice, do you? Whatever gets you out of this situation faster.

“Really?” Josef asks. 

“Yes,” you respond. Josef seems to visibly brighten, and his energy from before begins to return. Meanwhile, you’re trying to figure out how to leave as early as possible. Technically, you were booked for the whole day. Fortunately, it’s already turning dark outside. Once the two of you finish eating and head back to his place, it will be late enough for you to leave. You just need to survive the rest of this meal and the car ride back. 

Josef isn’t as keen to let you depart, however. Once you return to his home, he’s quick to head up the first few steps. Once he notices that you aren’t following him, he freezes and turns back around. “Come on, have a drink,” he smiles. In the dark, his eyes almost seem to glitter. 

“I really should go,” you say, shoving your trembling hands into your pockets. Your heel drags back against the gravel underneath your foot. You’re so close to your car. As if sensing your thoughts, Josef walks back down the steps and stops in front of you. He claps a hand on your shoulder. 

“Just one drink,” Josef insists. “Then, I promise you can leave.”

This is a horrible idea. His fingers are digging into your shoulder. “Fine,” you say through gritted teeth, refusing to acknowledge the dread coiling at the pit of your stomach. Josef’s grip leaves for a moment, before he slings his arm around your shoulders and leads you back up to his home. You’re grateful that it’s dark outside, because otherwise, he would likely see the terror you’re sure is written all over your face. Once you make it inside, Josef is quick to move to the kitchen and grab the whiskey. He returns with two glasses and pours you a drink. The two of you clink glasses and take a drink. You cough at the sheer strength of the alcohol. 

“Look at us,” Josef says after a moment. “This has just been a great day. I’ve just made a friend.” We’re not friends is lodged in your throat. For some reason, you feel as if it’s dangerous to disagree. So, instead, you keep quiet. 

For a while, there is nothing but a tense silence. “You’re awfully quiet,” Josef then remarks casually. “Something on your mind?” There’s a gleam in his eyes. You take a deep breath and down the rest of your drink, before getting to your feet. 

“Okay,” you say resolutely, slamming your drink against the table with a bit too much force. “It’s time for me to go.”

“What?” Josef asks. You ignore him and walk towards the kitchen, grabbing your jacket and putting it on. “You just got here, we just sat down. Come on, stay a while.” 

“I had a drink, and now I really need to-” You break off, freezing in place. To your surprise, the rest of your payment is tucked into the pocket of your jacket. But that’s not what you’re looking for. You rifle around in your jacket pocket one more time. Sure enough, your keys aren’t there. “Josef,” you say, your voice sounding eerily calm despite your mounting trepidation. 

“Yes?” He asks, immune to your internal panic and growing suspicions. 

You take a deep breath. “Do you have my keys?” You’re unable to hide the accusatory tone in your voice.  

“I don’t,” Josef responds, a flicker of confusion and betrayal on his face. You frown and try to think back to where you put them. Actually, you don’t remember moving them at all. They’ve been in your jacket pocket this whole time. You never touched them. That look on Josef’s face… It’s an act, it’s all an act, you realize. 

“Yes, you do,” you maintain, “I know you have them. They were in my jacket. I haven’t touched it since we got back.”

Josef stares at you for a long moment. Your heart is racing out of your chest, but you stand your ground. You can’t stay here even a moment longer. You need to get home. You need to leave, you need to escape. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re in grave danger. 

You don’t know how long you spend staring at each other. At some point, Josef’s serious expression breaks into a grin. “Clever,” he says, pointing at you before reaching into his pocket. Your keys sit in his palm and, for an awful moment, you think he isn’t going to hand them over. Then, Josef throws them to you. You catch them and turn around, muttering a quick goodbye and practically running to the front door. You take the steps down two at a time, your breathing growing erratic. Even when you get into your car and lock it, you’re terrified. A dark silhouette stands out against the dim lighting cast on the porch. Josef is watching, even as you pull out of his driveway and drive away. You don’t feel safe until you’ve reached your home and have locked the door behind you. You lock all your windows, then double check that they’re locked and close the curtains. It takes a while for you to fall asleep that night. 

The next morning, you’re greeted with a package on your doorstep. Inside is a disc and a stuffed wolf. The stuffed animal looks innocuous at first. Upon closer examination, you realize that there’s something rattling inside it. You hesitantly rip the back open, revealing a silver chain. When you tug the chain, it frees itself from the stuffing and catches the light in your living room to reveal a heart shaped pendant. The inside of the pendant has a photo of you next to a photo of Josef, and there are initials engraved on the outside of it. A ‘J’ for him and… an initial for your first name—your real first name. He knows your real name, and he knows your address. 

After barely a moment of contemplation, you throw the necklace, wolf, and DVD in the trash. You try to go about your day as usual, but you know you’re doing a pretty poor job of pretending that everything is fine. Your coworkers tell you as much, and you’re soon dismissed with the order to “relax.” You huff a laugh at the thought. Everything is worse when you’re home, because Josef knows you live there. For all you know, he could be breaking in to watch you sleep.  

In the span of three days, you get two more discs. You throw away the second one. The third one is the last one, judging from the writing on it. For some reason, you decide to trust the message and place the disc in your disc player. After all, you threw away the first two. You’re curious to see what this one contains. 

For a moment, there is nothing. Then, the screen stutters to life and you find yourself looking at Josef. He raises his eyebrows at the camera, before shaking his head. Josef greets you, before uttering your real name and shaking his head. “You threw away my other gifts,” he says. “I was very disappointed. Heartbroken.” Somehow, he looks entirely sincere. Was he truly heartbroken?

“Still, I’m offering you a chance,” Josef continues, “An olive branch, if you will. I don’t want this to end between us.”

“This is Lake Gregory,” he states. “It’s wide open, as you can see…” He breaks off and pivots the camera so that you get a full view of the place. “I will be here tomorrow, sitting at this park bench.” He takes a breath and smiles, before the camera clicks off. You’re left to stare at your blank television screen in disbelief. 

You know you shouldn’t go to the lake—it would be incredibly dangerous. Yet, you can’t continue living as if nothing happened. Every flicker of a shadow, every minute noise has you paranoid. You can’t keep living like this—jumping at every sudden movement. You think about calling the police again, before remembering how they treated you when you tried calling before. Josef isn’t the guy’s real name and his home was a rental. He’s virtually undetectable, the officer on the phone said. You remember hanging up and nearly slamming your phone down on the table in frustration and helplessness. 

It’s a crazy thought, but this could be your chance at closure. If you don’t show up, you’re sure you’ll be stalked for the rest of your life. You’d live in constant fear, knowing that Josef could be lurking in any shadow or around any corner. But, this way, you could end things. You could put an end to the uncertainty. 

The thought is what pushes you to walk out to the car determinedly the next day, plug Lake Gregory into your navigation, and drive along. Some time later, you pull into a parking spot and look out to the shimmering water. You don’t see Josef, but you get the sense that he’s here somewhere. If there were even a minute chance of you showing up, he would have to be here. You take a deep breath and step out of the car, before walking to the park bench. You’re certain your heart has never raced so fast. When you make it to the bench, you turn around with your back to the water. You’ll watch for him and wait for him to approach. 

At some point, you see him. He’s wearing the Peachfuzz mask and wielding an axe. He slowly sneaks up in a few steps, before evidently noticing that you’re staring. After a moment, he takes the mask off, lets the axe fall to his side, and clears the distance between the two of you. There’s a mix of emotions flickering along his face. 

“Josef,” you remark. The man closes the distance between you, until you’re only a few steps away from one another. 

“Now this is what I find most fascinating about you,” Josef explains, gesturing towards you. His eyes are gleaming. He doesn’t look offended by your wariness; if anything, he looks intrigued, fascinated. “You mistrusted me from the moment we met. You gave me a fake name, fake stories. Everything was fake.” He punctuates the statement by thudding his axe against the grass. 

You don’t know what to say. Your tongue feels ironed to the roof of your mouth. “I suppose I can’t complain,” Josef continues. “Because I was doing the same. Fake name, fake stories.” His hand still grips the axe. You stare at it warily. 

“Everyone else was too trusting,” he remarks. “They almost seemed to give their lives to me, you know? Aaron, I mean… he just sat on that bench and waited. He never turned around.” You follow his gesture and look at the bench. After a second glance, you think you can see dried blood stains on the wood. Bile rises in your throat. You’re biting down on the inside of your cheek so hard that you can taste blood, metallic and coppery on your tongue. 

“I want to get to know you,” Josef continues, taking a step forward. You match it with a half-step backwards, only to realize that you’re now standing on the very edge of the grass. One more step and you’ll fall into the lake. “The real you.”

He extends a hand, an unspoken question on his lips. The air around you seems to still. Everything falls quiet in anticipation. 

Your heart thundering in your chest, you reach out and take his hand.

taglist: @its-ares @excusemeasibangmyheadonawall

[nervous-person]

I’m considering writing fanfiction but idk. I just saw that there’s not a lot of Creep stuff and that’s like my favorite movie.

[yourlocalcryingcryptid]

Slasher Showdown

Two little freaks, why must they fight? Can they not just infodump about cameras and lie 😔

[sraghost]

And a word to the wise, when the fire dies You think it's over but it's just begun But baby, don't cry You had my heart, at least for the most part 'Cause everybody's gotta die sometime♫♪

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT • MINORS DNI

Dom!Josef (Creep, The Creep Tapes) x Sub!Reader SMUT

Summary: Reader and Josef play a game to see who can edge themselves the longest while masturbating. First to come ‘loses,’ the game. Dom/Sub relationship. With Reader’s full trust and consent, Josef gives in to his animalistic urges. Includes biting, bruising, blood, rough sex, male and female masturbation, oral (f receiving) p in v sex, unprotected sex, breath play, aftercare

Your back flattens against the mattress, sundress twisted up around your hips. Josef watches from where he’s seated beside the bed, close enough to touch you, but he resists. Just a little longer. His hazel eyes follow your hand as it slips between your thighs, stalling over your clit. You spread your legs wider, revealing your slick, soft cunt. The muscles in Josef’s jaw tense. He’s suddenly aware of how dry his mouth is, listening to your juicy hole swallow up your fingers as you plunge them inside. Josef licks his lips, palm resting against his erection. He gives his cock a firm squeeze through his jeans, honeyed eyes going heavy as he watches you fuck yourself…

The soft whimpers tumbling from your lips have Josef impossibly hard. He’s not sure how much longer he’ll be able to keep his hands off of you. You curl your fingers inside yourself, your fingertips pressed against the spongey space inside you that feels like heaven. You massage it in a beckoning motion, drawing your climax closer with each stroke. Josef’s bare cock is in his hand, a bead of precum on his tip…his grip snug as he pumps his fist up and down his shaft. Your legs begin to shake as your orgasm blooms, first in your thighs and then trembling through to your feet. Josef’s eyebrows knit together as he watches you, his lips parted in harsh breaths. Your back arches, ass bucking into the mattress. Josef watches your fingers thrust in and out of your cunt, slippery cum splashing onto the sheets beneath you.

“Good girl,” Josef tells you, his breath slightly labored. “That’s it…Show me how you make yourself feel good…” Your feet dig into the mattress, toes curling the sheets. Josef leans closer, unable to keep his hands off you any longer. He wraps his arm under your waist, cradling you. Josef presses his face between your legs, lapping at the copious release wetting your cunt. He uses his tongue to spread you, dipping between your labia and parting the soft lips with a back and forth motion. Your hips jerk but in the hold Josef has you in, you’re not going anywhere. He sinks his tongue deeper inside you, massaging the space your fingers were moments before. He slides his other arm around your waist, his chest pressed to the bed with your legs framing his shoulders. Josef cradles your ass while he eats you. He thrusts his tongue in and out of your pussy, then nuzzles deeper, massaging inside you. Josef pulls back to suck your labia between his lips, tugging on the soft, slippery skin, making out with your clit in sloppy kisses.

His cock is pressed against the mattress, grinding a wet spot into the fabric as he instinctively humps it. “Fuck, you taste so good,” Josef murmurs into your heat, a slick string of cum clinging to his lips. His voice darkens slightly, huskier. “I could eat you up, you know that?” Josef asks. You pause, noticing the change in his inflection. You look down at him between your legs. There’s a look of absolute hunger in Josef’s eyes so intense, it almost frightens you. But instead of fear, your body responds with arousal. Your clit throbs between Josef’s lips as he sucks it in a small kiss. “Could-,” he sucks your puffy clit again. “-eat-“ suck “-you-,” suck “-alive…” Your cunt trembles in Josef’s mouth, cum trickling down his chin. “So do it,” you tell him, your tone almost impatient, your body greedy for more. “Eat me, Josef.”

A darkness settles over his eyes, confirming his intentions. From his chest, a low growl rumbles up. He bares his teeth, jaw opened wider. The sharp pressure of his bite pressing into your inner thigh makes you flinch, a smile closely following. Josef growls against your skin, dragging his tongue delicately over the wound. The flavor of your blood sinks over his tastebuds like a private wine, reserved only for him. Josef clamps his hands over your hips, pinning you down, like a hunter claiming its prey. He sucks another pinch of your thigh into his mouth, holding the skin between his teeth like an animal. You whimper in anticipation of the pain, and the pleasure the pain brings. Josef’s eyes are fixed on yours as he brings his hand between your thighs, kneading your clit with his fingertips. He draws back his hand and spanks your pussy hard, just as his teeth nip into your flesh.

By the time he’s finished, your inner thighs are decorated in the marks of Josef’s bite, bruises blooming between your legs like red and purple flowers. He climbs up your body, mounting you, settling his arms around your shoulders. Josef’s stiff cock drags up your thigh, gliding over the bruises he left there. He adjusts his hips over yours and then punches forward in a hard thrust, groaning as your cunt swallows him whole. Your hands clutch at Josef’s back, pulling his body tight against yours. The salty flavor of sweat spreads over your tongue as you part your lips over Josef’s chest. The graying hair peppering it tickles your chin as your lips travel his shoulder and up his neck. Josef bullies his body inside yours brutally, abusing your cunt exactly how you crave it. His teeth sink into your shoulder, pulling a sharp gasp from you. He clamps a hand over your mouth to quiet your protests. You whimper into Josef’s palm while his other hand braces your shoulder to the bed. He lifts his face to yours, a ravenous look in his eyes. Blood streaks Josef’s lips and teeth as he grins down at you. “I think it’s safe to say I won,” he murmurs, his voice husky with pride. Josef slams his hips forward, hitting so deep his tip nudges your cervix. You groan, absorbing the hit. Josef presses his lips to yours, feeding you the taste of your own blood and cum on his tongue. His hand slides downward, closing around your throat. You test his hold on you by trying to lift your head off the mattress. Josef has your neck pinned down; you’re not moving till he allows it. He is in total control. You’ve gladly given Josef control over whether or not you come, whether or not you move, even whether or not you continue to breathe. Total submission is what you give Josef. The freedom you gain from being his slave is exhilarating…

Josef presses down on your throat, making you squirm. The pressure forces what breath is left in you out from between your lips in a throaty grunt. He tightens his grip further, and your consciousness begins to fade. Just before it does, you feel Josef’s cock pulse between your walls, reminding you who you belong to, who owns you, whose hole you are. Your eyes start to flutter upward, consciousness fading. He releases your throat; you gulp air in ragged breaths. Josef slaps the side of your face just hard enough to get your attention, as if his cock bulldozing your guts didn’t already have your attention. He grips your chin, forcing your eyes on his as he fucks you. The pace of Josef’s thrusts slows a bit, his hips stuttering. He stills inside you, his body trembling over yours as he comes. You wrap your legs around Josef’s waist, holding him in place while he coats your walls in semen. You squeeze and grip around his shaft as another orgasm erupts through you, your vaginal muscles contracting around Josef’s cock and milking him for every drop he can give you. Josef weakly thrusts twice more after he finishes, groaning in an almost whimper as his body melts into yours beneath him.

After a while, his legs are able to function again. He tends to your wounds, first with a warm bath and then, with dressings. He doesn’t have to say it, because you already know, and he knows you know. Nevertheless, Josef wants to make sure you’re reminded of how grateful he is that you allow him to indulge the animalistic part of him, the part that sometimes needs to mark the flesh he owns. He’s seated on the bathroom floor, leaning against the tub you’re soaking in. “Thank you,” Josef says. “For letting me play, today.”

You smile back at him, splashing some water into his face and laughing. “Don’t push your luck, missy,” Josef playfully scolds, wiping his wet smile with a towel. “Or I’ll have to bite down a little harder, next time…”

[bosinclairsgff]

Tubby time with Josef?? 🐺🪓

Tubby time with Josef NSFW and SFW

Warning: oh idk nsfw content

A/n: This is short as well sorry and I didn’t know if you meant NSFW or what so I did both. If you want a more in depth smutty version lmk I’ll be happy to do so.

SFW

- Josef loves taking baths with you. He’ll lay with his back against the wall while you lay with your back against his chest.

- He loves to wash your hair and body.

- Josef would use a cup to poor water over your head after he massaged your scalp with the shampoo.

- At first it might be awkward but after a few baths with him it starts to become relaxing.

- He might fall asleep while laying in the tub together because he feels so safe and relaxed.

- If it got to quiet and he didn’t like it he’d randomly yell or sing or go under the water for an alarming amount of time.

NSFW

- When you lay down with your back against his chest you can feel how hard he is because it’s poking your back.

- He would wash your chest but pinch your nipples sometimes just to get a rise out of you. Or to hear you moan.

- Josef would gently wash your body, when he got to your thighs he’d be gentle. Slowly opening your legs for him to get a better feel.

- He would whisper things to you. Like how he wanted to lift you up then sit you back down on him. Making you blush.

[hannahbisssssss]

UH UH UHM UH

SO UH….. could i maybe request some hc or a drabble whatever about josef (creep 2 cause god damn he ages like wine) with a dom s/o?

uh i like thinking abt him being his weird, possessive protective, feral ex-theater kid self during the day but sex makes him feel really awkward (virgin ass) so if it’s just him he’s super willing to let you take the lead, however if he’s peachfuzz he’s a little more feral and animalistic. basically a bratty pup, being stubborn and aggressive with the deep desire to be corrected and forced to submit and be a good boy. (even in a non sexual setting, peachy wants to be told to sit on the floor by your feet if he wants attention, but ofc he’s still peachy so he tries to scare you and does his weird little mannerisms totally not so you have a reason to punish him later)

prob has a collar/harness kink. peachfuzz definitely wants to be manhandled and thrown around a bit, but weather he’s josef or peachy his eyes go all soft and starry and his body clearly reacts positively to being treated like a dog, tell him he’s a “good puppy” and he might accidentally cum.

(also im so weak for leg humping, its so cute but so humiliating and dehumanizing uwu)

also sorry if this is too much (im a f r e a k) if youre not comfy totally ignore this lmao im shameless

(- @bloodnhunny 👁️👄👁️)

Josef x Dom! Reader (HUGE NSFW WARNING)

As shown by the GIF, he's an awkward kind of guy.

When he meets up with you for the first time, he's shocked by how IN CHARGE you are.

You already have the camera rolling, trying to get the best footage possible.

When Josef tries to hijack some of your ideas, you're a no-nonsense kind of person.

He's taken aback when you say "no" to him for the first time. It was when he asked you to film him jumping off the bridge into the water.

"That's too dangerous."

Oh.

OH.

You were sort of... Protective of him?

He likes that.

Even though the two of you barely knew each other, he LOVED the way you took charge.

After he comes clean to you about everything. His tapes, victims, and even Peachfuzz, you're shockingly alright with it.

"Try to kill me and I'll curb stomp you."

Fuck.

That was hot to him.

The first time the two of you have sex, it is ELECTRIFYING.

You're taking the lead, making sure he knows he's in his place.

When he's Peachfuzz, he's a little bit more naughty.

You once swatted him for trying to hump your leg.

"You're being such a bad boy, Peachfuzz. Stop it."

His boner was visible within seconds.

That didn't stop him from trying to hump your leg.

He does it constantly now.

He once did it in your sleep and you slapped the mask off his head.

Josef tried to act like he didn't know what was going on.

You couldn't help but laugh.

Every time he's Peachfuzz in bed, he BEGS to be collared.

You secretly love to do it.

Josef cums quickly when he's Peachfuzz, as you know just how to treat him.

A little swat on the dick never hurt anyone.

Stroking him off while he's wearing the mask is one of Josef's favorite things.

Howls when he cums.

Is it cringe? Yes. Do you love it? Yes.

You occasionally let him hump you when you're turned on by it.

(You don't hide the fact that you like it.)

Being dominant with Peachfuzz comes just as naturally.

Yank on his collar a bit, call him a bitch, and bite his ear.

Dude.

He's going to EXCLUSIVELY wear the Peachfuzz mask.

Alright that's all bye.

WAIT I FORGOT THE SECOND PART OF THE ASK

You buy a wolf mask to see his reaction.

Holy fuck.

He instantly grabs Peachfuzz and starts to wrestle you.

I'm talking he RAN into the room to start fucking you.

You won't give up without a fight.

You wrestle one another, and finally pin Josef down.

He's instantly hard.

You begin to hump him and stroke him off as you're on top.

Bro LOVES it.

10/10 you do this all the time now.

[alessiathepirate]

THE CONSEQUENCES OF A SMALL MISTAKE: Josef x fem!reader

Summary: The butterfly effect - the idea that small things can have big consequences. In her case, a small mistake gave her the opportunity to escape death.

Warnings: swearing, implied stalking, slightly referenced violence and/or murder, attempted murder

[niktosillies]

and so what if i said fanfiction mainly caters to Cishet white skinny women

And how fanfiction tends to exclude anyone whos non-white, not skinny, nonbinary/masculine-aligned identities, and non-straight ppl.