#Slashers x Reader Blurbs

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slashers x Reader || Blurbs

Topic: How they undress you 😅 What the experience of being undressed by them is like XD

Includes: Bubba Sawyer, Chucky Lee Ray, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, and Michael Myers.

Warnings: Some smutty themes.

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Bubba Sawyer: His hands are sweaty and he doesn't seem to understand (or care) how your limbs work- he's just trynna get this over with as soon as possible. Either he just really wants to see you naked (If y'all are in a mood~), or he wants to get you redressed super quick (If he's helping you cuz you're injured or something) before he gets horny and mortifies himself 😅 He'll be worrying his bottom lip the whole time.

Chucky Lee Ray: Doesn't undress you. This is unnecessary and the redress effort is always too damn inconvenient (Its likely that y'all are in some semi-public place so someone could walk in at any moment). He's a 'pull the pants down to your knees, yank your shirt up over your tits and we're ready to roll' kinda man. Bing bang boom. And honestly- just be glad, because his hands are cold as hell.

Freddy Krueger: Okay so first of all, there is nary a moment throughout this ordeal that he is not verbally teasing you. Making you as flustered as possible. And he draws it out as long as he possibly can, too, because he is an asshole who likes you to be embarrassed and nervous. He thrives on it, maybe he feeds off it??- and also he's just a major tease in general, so yeah. Even if this is not a precursor to, you know, he'll still be this way 😂😂😂 Goodluck.

Jason Voorhees: He's very careful and deliberate manhandling you, like a doll he really loves. He'll raise your arms up above your head himself before slipping your top off, he'll stand you up when its time to rid you of your bottoms; he's very methodical and, depending on the mood~ it may be pretty quick or relatively slow.

Michael Myers: Rough!! Make sure that you don't stiffen up or he'll dislocate your shoulder!! He just comes up to you and schwoop go the pants, and yank goes the shirt, and you dunno where they go they get lost behind a dresser or something. Michael doesn't care. Michael wants to get this part done with. He's um... efficient? XD

[heartfullofleeches]

[Slasher Reader loses victim Yan in the woods]

Slasher Reader: Damn it...You always make me do this.... [Lifts up their mask slightly] Put your head on my shoulder~

[Nearby] "Hold me in your arms~... Shit"

[Slasher Reader, pulls their mask back down]

Victim Yan, leaping from the bushes: Oh fuck, oh fuck-

Slasher Reader: Squeeze me oh-so tight~ Wouldn't what you'd like me to do to you, sweetheart?

Victim Yan: Yes!-wait- No! Fuckfuckfuck - Why do you have to have the voice of an angel?!

[toxicanonymity]

You wake up cold in the middle of the night. You grope around behind you to find the blanket and reclaim some of it from your man. You tug at the blanket, but he's hogging it and you can't get enough to cover yourself. You scoot back against him and grumble that you're cold. He drapes it over you and spoons you. You're too sleepy to notice the fabric is smooth and different, or that his arms are bigger. Everything's bigger. He's warm. You drift off in his arms, wrapped in his robe, and your boyfriend’s body is getting cold on the bedroom floor. 

[sexilene]

lene we need some 80s slasher JB!!!

ohh shure! he gives creepy summer camp counselor vibes - 80s!slasher!john b

₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, blood, violence, death, threats, slapping, spitting, obsessed!john b - ₊˚⊹

you'd gotten the most perfect job for the summer as a camp counselor at a sleep-away summer camp. after meeting everyone at the orientation you've become close to another counselor who will be working with you, john b. 

he was in charge of the boy's cabin and you the girls, and your groups would meet up for activities, bonfires, smores, and lunch. he'd honestly grown really attached to you since you were always doing things together, whenever he'd see you chatting with another guy he'd feel possessive and you weren't even dating! yet john b would also embarrassingly get hard watching you slide down your shorts, staring at how tight your bikini bottoms fit around your ass. he'd spend that night in his cabin jerking off, picturing your pretty body bouncing on top of him, wishing he could grab fistfuls of your ass. he'd finish in his fist all sweaty and out of breath. 

you sat at your group's table in the mess hall facing john b's table, both of you making eye contact every few seconds. 

when the dessert was ready, each table was called to go pick up their plate of cherry pie with vanilla ice cream. john b's eyes followed your figure as you walked up to the counter, waiting until all the little girls got their slices. one of the guys that was working inside the kitchen, clearly flirting with you, asks if you want some. you decline with a smile but the young man insists, saying he made it himself, he lifts up the fork with a piece of the warm pie and dripping ice cream to your lips. you indulge him by opening your mouth and closing it around the fork, swallowing the desert you widen your eyes and nod. "it's really good!" you smile, the guy's hand reaching out to swipe the little bit of ice cream that stayed on the edge of your lip. 

watching this, john b was furious, letting that fucking feed you, touch your lips....

that night, the little girls knock on your cabin door, right next to theirs. they complain that they heard someone scream coming from the mess hall and are too scared to sleep. you tell them it's probably nothing and to go back to sleep, that you'll check it out.

the girls do as they're told and you walk over to the mess hall and walk inside the dark space to see what could have been the noise, hearing some sort of noise coming from inside the kitchen you figure it could be an animal that got inside, you press your ear to the swinging door honestly too scared to actually look inside. 

the door then swings open, causing you to stumble back and meet eyes with john b, with blood on his shirt, hands, and on the knife in his hands. you stand there confused...'did he cut himself?' you think, then you see it, through the open door is the pie guy dead on the floor with his blood pooling around his body. john b's hand is quick to cover your mouth before you can scream, "shshsh, you don't need to do that bub, you're fine." he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you. 

you nod your head slowly, chest heaving. 

"i'm gonna let go now okay? need you to be quite f'me, can you do that?" he raises his eyebrows and you nod again, he takes his hand off our mouth. "m'gonna need to take your clothes off...got blood on them..." he tells you rather than asks you, he raises the knife and cuts your top up the middle. 

"john b? what's going on..." you whisper, clearly scared. 

"i can't wait anymore, you drive me crazy, i need to do this." he rambles while tugging off your shorts rather roughly. 

"john b did you stab the kitchen b-" he cuts you off with a rough kiss to keep you quiet. he manhandles you over one of the tables and lifts you on top, facing him. 

you whine as he brings the knife up to your face. 

"don't scream, don't want to whole camp to hear you, n'i don't want to hurt you pup"

you nod, tears spilling down your cheeks as he cuts your panties to get access to your hot messy pussy. 

"awww she's so pretty..." he coos, his big rough fingers slowly rubbing your clit, making you mewl. 

"jombee...i don't wanna...you killed someone!" you shake your head, almost hyperventilating crying. 

"hey, nuh uh, stop that." he pats your face to get you to listen to him. you watch as he pulls off his bloody shirt and unzips his shorts and pulls himself out, your eyes widening at the size. "he's not the only one i killed." he looks back into your eyes and you swear your heartbeat sped up and so did the pulsing of your cunt. 

"you're a murderer johnbee," you whisper but then gasp when you feel him start to push in, stretching your pussy. 

"i know, m'really mean, huh puppy?" he pouts mockingly and pinches one of your nipples making you squeal. 

"don't like being mean to you, but when you walk around acting like an angel, when i know you're a little tease...kinda have'ta put you in your place," he grunts, pounding into hard now, you can see the little bulge in your tummy. 

"i wasn't! i didn't mean to be! i didn't do anything!" you sob, one hand grabbing onto the table and the other hand gripping his bicep. blood sorta covering both of you from where he had touched you, he grabs your face with his hand and forces you to look at him. 

"wish you could be my good girl right now n'just take. it." he thrusts harder with his last two words. you wish you could scream at how scared you are of him but also at how good it feels. 

"open." he grunts, squeezing your jaw a little. you shake your head no as best you can, causing him to let go of your jaw and slap you, making your drooly cunt clench around him. "m'not asking again." he grabs your jaw again, and you open your mouth, and he spits into it making you whine in disgust. "swallow." you do as your told and swallow tears continuing to fall. 

"that's how a dumb little doggy gets treated, they get spit on." he grins and pulls out of you, manhandles you off the table, and bends you over, tits and face pressed against the wood. 

"nooo...no.." you drool onto the table. 

he bends down a bit to be right in front of your ass and spits on your other tight little hole, watching as his spit drips down to your pussy. you squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling and sob a little louder. 

he stands up straight again and reaches around to pat your sloppy little cunt now covered in his spit, and slides his cock back in. 

"s-so gross..." you mewl, making him laugh quietly, bringing the back of his bloody hand up to your face. 

"cum around me or i'll smear this on your face, you want that? hmm? some guy's blood on your face?" he threatens. "c'mon..." he bends down to press icky wet kisses to your cheek that instantly make you cum on on him, pulsing and squeezing him as your mind goes dumb. his big hand covering your mouth as you moan.

"there she is, good girl...yeaaah" he praises, thrusting into you more sloppily until he's pumping you full, flooding your poor little pussy. 

after a few seconds, he pulls out and uses his tip to smear yours and his cum around your pussy lips. 

"here." he hands you his bloody shirt for you to put on knowing it'll cover you enough to get back to your cabin decent, you pull his shirt over your head and make sure it covers your ass.

"we'll talk more tomorrow, okay sweetie? gotta go...clean that up." he tilts his head toward the body. "goodnight kiss?" he bits his lip, squinting his eyes, taunting you. you stand there lifting your head, he leans down to give you one last kiss on your lips, a string of saliva connecting your lips when he pulls away.  ᥫ᭡

[2-dsimp]

Ghostface Danny!

Ghostface Danny! Who will ring you about your favorite anime and keep you hostage on the phone. He’s the type to interrogate you on everything from characters to the time it was aired. The Otaku wants to pick your brain and also gush about his latest finds should you happen to share interests with him.

Ghostface Danny! Who’s just happy to have a mutual. You can oftentimes find him cramped within your bedroom window awkwardly holding a box of 90s anime films. His knife in the box, stained from having to gut someone. Who he saw a couple hours earlier catcalling you….

Only he should be able to call out for you, and get a response in return. You were his precious caller, and he intended to keep it that way.

[sssigil]

dubcon? mdni

mean!ethan landry who jerks off in front of you. He makes you get on your tummy infront of him, face so close to his cock but no no you can’t touch it just watch him stroke himself up and down. Pink tip oozing pre cum watching as your brows furrow, big eyes all tear eyed trying sooo hard not to touch your achy cunt because he specifically told you “don’t touch yourself or me just watch princess”

The nasty shlick shlick sound coming from his sticky hands stroking his cock even faster whining loudly how good his hand feels. “yea you wish this was you doll face, want your mouth stuffed full hmm?” he hummed out in a whiny yet deep voice “or maybe you want to be stuffed so full of me hmm? wanna feel it in your tummy sweetheart” he fake pouted. other hang coming down to pet your head, he then pulled his face closer to yours kissing your forehead making you whine out louder than him.

he let go of you face and proceeded to spit a fat glob of spit down to his tip, whimpering at the feeling of his spit getting even more messy and spreading it all over himself. “promise i won’t be bratty sir” you said to him (a lie) “i’ll be good will make you feel so good, better than you hand pretty please” whining out the ‘e’ and He laughed, he fucking laughed at your response.

Hips bucking up into his big hand small fucks and please coming from pretty mouth as he felt himself getting closer. “baby gimme your fingers” he commanded you in which you obliged giving him your hand bringing it close to his mouth.

He could feel himself about to burst all over. your eyes staring all wide eye not knowing where to look at, his cock all pretty and pulsing as it gets stroked faster, his eyes which were half lidded staring right at your pretty face or ethan’s mouth which was occupied with your dainty little fingers sucking on them gently whimpering moaning and whining out your name or trying too you kept pressing down on his tongue :( as he was so close to releasing.

“You want me to make a mess of myself you dirty little girl, you going to clean it up!? hmm wanna be a good girl and clean it right up” he giggled out as you instantly shot up fingers leaving his mouth, face right next to his pretty dick. Ethan jerked himself a couple more times before busting his load right onto his tummy with one last moan of your name. he kept stroking himself through it letting it get even more messy, so fucking nasty you loved it.

“Ethannnn what a waste” you whined disappointed when his cum lands no where near your little mouth. “stupid girl what made you think i was being serious, now stop being a brat and let me play with your pussy”

his cock was already kicking for more, he knew you’d be soaked after that so why not tease your little cunt a little more before he finally gets to pound your little cunt stupid, god he can’t wait to burry himself into your messy cunt and see you get all silly and a blubbering mess.

“good fucking girl, move your panties good good” he said spitting a big glob down so it can hit your shiny slippery slit. “gonna breed you so good” fingers pressed right on you little button before stopping, he knows how fussy you get just by simple gestures. “now be a good girl and fuck yourself on my fingers yea? this is all your getting for now” ethan growled out spanking your pussy red. stupid girl.

it’s been a while… lol let’s see how this goes.

[luvcozy]

Eggs, Bacon, & Mike

Request :- For the biggest Mike Simp I know and have met ;)

Warnings :- Established relationship, Header for him is his unmasked version!

Plot :- When morning rolls around and you decide to get up early to make you and your bf, but he's refusing to get out of bed and dragging you back down 🤍

A/n :- After this one is posted I'll be on another small semi-hiatus to set up a T.O.S for requests and what fandoms I'll write for. In the mean time any posts during said time off are requests from close friends ✌️

As the morning sun rose through the curtains, you couldn't help the yawn leaving you. Nestled comfortably against the bed and your pillows, you had another body pressed close against you. Mike held you close to his chest in an iron vice grip as he slept. Most mornings were like this, escaping and leaving his grip is another story.

Turning slowly this way and that, loosening his grip as you wiggled out of his embrace. Looking down at the sleeping blonde you smiled warmly. The soft glow of the sun through the window complementing his appearance, he was beautiful to you. Even when he would fake his sleep with you trying to leave, just as you thought to be in the clear he would grab your waist or arm, whatever was closest really, and drag you back down with him.

You have to coax him to get up with you in the early mornings. He's not someone that sleeps often, but when he does he's out unless something is happening. In this moment though, with your arms around his neck and peppering gentle kisses across his face is enough to rouse him awake enough. He's grumbling the whole time he's following you, attached to your hip almost literally.

Making breakfast always was smooth, him hugging you from behind with you made eggs and bacon. The warm smell makes his stomach growl from behind you, making you laugh. Swaying slowly as you cook, abading the time to pass till you would sit down to eat. A silent process aside from the occasional noises he would make and thanking you for the meal.

Though even after breakfast, just when you think you're in the clear of sleeps grip, Mike brings you back to it. Smothering you in his hold as he pulls you back to your room and into bed. The smell of breakfast clinging to the both of you, a smell that mixed tandalizingly sweet with Mike's, it was hard to say no to him and going back to sleep. But alas his own sweet words meet your ears, sentences that ended up having you melt into his side cause of his voice.

How everything you planned to get done that day went crumbling when you actually woke up. Upset and annoyed by it, you can't stay mad at Mike long enough. Laying next to him and him clinging to you felt surreal, like heaven and that's something you wouldn't give up. Even if it meant plans went out the window to cuddle your favorite slasher.

[09827]

IN MY DREAMS. ━━ the moments we are happiest, are the moments that we don't exist.

scenario. darling uses sleep as a method to cope.

carrie white. ( carrie, 1976. )

carrie feels hurt. she’s still trying to understand and accept that you don’t love her. but that doesn’t mean she can’t make you. when carrie took you, as classic as it is, her only intention was to protect you from this cruel world. she experienced this first hand, so she knows! she guesses it could be seen as a win in a way. she gets to see your peaceful sleeping face and you’re not really putting up a fight. i think carrie would rather see that than you crying, screaming, and begging for her to let you go. 

carrie won’t admit it but she does enjoy having your attention on her. she thinks it makes her sound selfish when she says it aloud.  she could only hope that you’re dreaming of her. sweet things only, though. she wouldn’t even think of waking you up unless necessary. like eating or your hygiene. sometimes she’ll caress your face and lay with you, just staying and admiring how pretty you look. 

over all, carrie feels sad you spend most your time sleeping. she knows it’s not healthy but if that’s what you want . . . there is some goods for in it for her, anyways. 

hi guys, i know i've been gone for a while (haha) so this is just like a really mini blurb thing. i'll gladly write more of these for different characters if wanted, i know this is insanely short but i feel bad for not posting anything. ALSO feel free to request like anything, even if it's like an oc character x reader (such as demon whatever or monster whatever). i just want to get back into writing lol.

[urfavlovelyhotmess]

Lester Sinclair would accidentally zip his dick up in his jean zippers and just fall to the floor crying bc thats his string of bad luck. he stubbed his toe getting out of bed, went to make cereal and the milk came out expired, stepped in dog shit the second he walked outside and then of course as soon as he has to pee, he has to go behind a tree and a mosquito bites his booty cheek and then he fucking zips the tip of his dick up in a zipper.

[heartfullofleeches]

[Monster Reader walls a frightened human trespassing on their territory against a tree - staring down as the human tremble in fear, reaching for the pocket knife attached to their belt]

Monster Reader: Lea.....ve...

[The monster grabs the humans arm. Gripping their blade tight, the human jabs it into the Monster Reader's ribcage. They barely flinch, thick blood dripping from their torso]

Monster Reader: ah... ahh....

Monster Reader: Agh!- what the hell is wrong with you? I'm trying to get you out of here alive. Haven't you seen the signs I put up?? You know what - nevermind, at this point I don't care if that thing kills you. It's always the same with you people. Assholes.

[Monster Reader limps off as the human breathes a sigh of relief. Their body tenses right back up as the bushes russle nearby - a lone park ranger stepping out of the bushes]

Park Ranger: Whoa there! Easy, I'm here to help you. Just give me that knife and everything will be alright. :)

[Later]

"HELP ME!"

Monster Reader: Now you film them too. Do you get off on hurting people?

Slasher Yan, bandaging their wounds: I get off on doing what's right for my partner. There's a difference. Leave without telling me again and it's the muzzle for an entire week. You had me so worried...

Monster Reader: Can you at least not get blood all over the carpet?

Slasher Yan: I can say the same for you, sweetheart~

Monster Reader: I was stabbed - I am the victim here!

[2kiran]

MULTI YANDERE 香菸 ── `` amab reader. suggestive.

sparring with SLASHER!YANDERE . . . he's personally training you in case you need to defend yourself when he somehow can't be there. his foot sweeps your ankles, ending with you on your back and with him in your lap.

his hand secures your wrists, panting through his mask. "fuck..." you grunt from the impact of the fall, but he's more 'worried' about something else. "(name)..." he laughs, "are you hard?" he subtly rocks his hips. "wha– no. it's just–" he grounds himself down on you. "just what? don't tell me fighting's got you all excited."

you shake your head, face warming. "t'awww, it's okay, baby. you can tell me. you like this, don't you?" he grinds against you again, grinning. his tone was teasing, almost like he was scolding you for it. "'s okay. 'm not mad, sweet thing. let me help you, yeah?"

masterlist

[sexilene]

THAT CARE BEAR IS SO CUTEEE!!

80s!Rafe would soooo gift you care bears or collector barbies cause he'd rather see a collection of his gifts + you love them so much sooo

lolz aweee, or like some beanie babies cause whenever he comes over he sees the little mountain of stuffies on your bed. 🧸🎀

[catherinnn]

Guilty as Sin

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

a blurb where Hopper catches you two in the middle of a cozy night at Lover's lake.

warnings: very smutty but (unfortunately) they can't get to anything.

masterlist

It was the middle of the night. Lover’s lake was practically empty since it was a Thursday night. But Wayne had interrupted your plans with your boyfriend when he announced that he had the day off and planned on watching a marathon of those really old movies he loves so much until he fell asleep on the couch. So the idea of watching some slasher with Eddie until getting bored and started making out was out of the question. Hence, plan B: parking at Lover’s lake to smoke, star-gaze and then a make-out session. 

You were currently in the back of the van, sat on Eddie’s lap, french-kissing him. 

His hands grab onto your waist like a dog to a bone. Your hands tangle in his hair and pull on it every so often like you know he loves. 

It isn’t until he starts to move your hips ever so lightly back and forth that it gets messy. 

You remove the leather jacket off of him, his hands get out of the sleeves to now grab your hips as if he wanted to leave marks. Tongues dance together as if it was a tango. 

Eddie was very talkative during sex usually. But there are times, like this one, where he just got lost in the moment, in your touch, in your body, and stayed quiet. Paying so closely attention to every single detail of you, that form sentences would just interrupt him.

He moves your skirt upwards to slide his hands under it and grab two handfuls of your cheeks. Moving you easier now to grind your clothed sexes together. The kiss gets even messier somehow. You lift his shirt and suddenly decide it’s getting in the way too much, so you take it off of him and throw it beside you two. 

He stops kissing your lips to move lower. One thing about Eddie is that he loves to mark you up. So his lips cling to your neck like ivy and you whisper your moans and whimpers in his ear. He keeps moving your hips to his liking. Back and forth and pushing them down harder to feel more friction. 

You can feel how your underwear gets wetter and wetter, just like he can feel his pants getting tighter and tighter. 

He nips and sucks and licks and kisses your neck with no mercy, like a lion to its haunt. 

Both of you so lost in each other that you don’t even hear the footsteps around the van. That is until a bright light is directed at both of you, scaring you and blinding you in a matter of seconds. 

“What the fuck?!” Eddie shouts, startled. And when your eyes get –kind of– used to the light, you are able to see Hopper standing there. 

“What the hell are you two doing here so late?” He asks tiredly and you get off of your boyfriend to sit next to him now, he still grabs you as if this was just a momentary interruption.

Eddie sighs. “If I said we were just talking, would you believe me?”

Hopper just looks at him unimpressed.

“Well, we were! just… quite a few minutes ago” Eddie adds.

“Kids, this is a public place, I can’t allow you to stay here and do this with no mind” 

“Oh come on, Chief! it’s called Lover’s Lake for a reason. Just give me 30 minutes and we’ll be out of here” Eddie tries to negotiate. 

“30 minutes?” Hopper bursts out laughing. “What will you do with 25 minutes of spare time after you’re done?” 

“What-?” Eddie rolls his eyes at the teasing and you have to bite down your giggle.

“You running some kind of scam, Munson? Cause I don’t see how else you landed a girl like her with this van and that hair of yours” he teases. 

That actually does make you chuckle. 

“Hop, buddy, be honest with me, we know each other well enough. Are you just jealous? When was the last time you got frisky in a van? Huh? I should lend you the keys sometime” Eddie mocks him too. 

“Alright, kid. You’re starting to piss me off. Put your shirt back on and get going. Go climb her window while her parents sleep or something, i don’t care” 

You try to get up to leave but Eddie’s hands on you tighten to stop you before you can even move forward. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re kicking us out or whatever, but can we just take a second to appreciate the romance here? I mean, I parked the van under the stars with a perfect view of the lake. It’s practically poetic, man” 

You don’t even know why he keeps trying to fight with Hopper. 

“I’m tearing up, kid. Now get the hell out” 

“Let’s just go, Eds” you tell him. 

“Damn it, I get it! Public indecency and all that. But shouldn’t the police be more concerned with, I dunno, actual crimes? Rather than two –hot– consenting adults getting cozy?” he keeps rambling.

“Alright, what do you think? Should I be concerned about drugs being dealt in school instead?” Hopper throws at him.

“Alright! we’ll get out of here, officer” Eddie quickly catches the hint and gets up.

[toxicanonymity]

that scream blurb that you posting about Ghostface being unconscious and the reader testing to see if he’s hard…. you have to make the full fic now pleaseee omg it was so good

Every inch

1.4k / m!ghostface x f!reader / from blurb.

SEQUELS | Slasher masterlist

Warnings/notes: I8+ noncon (ghostface unconscious) somnophilia. Based on the car scene from Scream II, but it's modern day (cell phones exist).  You can HC this as anyone but he's night walks coded if you read my other stuff.

Your skirt grazes his robe as you carefully stretch your right leg over the driver’s seat, trying not to touch him, trying not to wake him up.  It’s tricky crawling over Ghostface to get out of the car.  He smells faintly of weed and sweat.  You’ve never been close enough to smell him before. You’ve never been close to him at all for more than a few seconds, always with his knife in hand.  You hear him breathing behind the mask and assume he’s knocked out from the impact of the crash, but can't know for sure. 

He could be pretending for his own amusement, planning to taunt you then stab you at any moment. You’re going to have to open that car door sooner or later - it’s the only one left you haven’t tried.  It'll definitely make a noise. You hover there straddling him, delaying the inevitable. Straddling Ghostface, you think to yourself. Is this a nightmare? 

You slowly lower yourself into his lap, throbbing at the possibilities of what might await you.  Your heart pounds in your chest.  You put your hands on the edge of the seat to pull your body  closer and your heart nearly stops as  your inner thigh softly nudges  his hand.  But he doesn’t wake up – or if he does, he doesn’t show it.  Emboldened, you lower yourself a little more until your damp panties arrive at a warm bulge in his robe and your breath hitches.  He’s only somewhat hard,  but obviously packing.  He still doesn’t move.  His chest is rising and falling with his breaths.  You know he’s alive.  Unable to resist, you lower yourself a little more.  You tilt your hips and gently grind yourself against his package.  

What if the nightmare became a wet dream? It’s always turned you on, at least a little, but especially lately.  It’s been harder and harder to separate arousal from fear.  You’ve wondered if it was a sexual thing for him, the way he pursues you.  Stabbing is penetrative after all.  Does the thought of killing you turn him on? Would it turn him on to wake up to you straddling him?  After all, he’s only a man.  Why not, you think.  This could be your best chance to find out.  This might be the most power you’ll ever have in the situation.  You’re turned on thinking about it.  If you’re mere seconds from potential death, you have nothing to lose.  Plus you're curious what's under all this, and it's too risky to lift up his mask.

Fuck it feels good, and the fact that it’s Ghostface, the one who’s been stalking you, killing your friends, trying to kill you - that gives you such a rush.  The tables have turned.  You’re on top of him now.  You look around for his knife and it’s landed on the floorboard along with his voice changer.  You reach down to grab it then quickly stab it into the back of the driver’s seat at an angle so you can grab it if you need to but he won’t know where it is.  Then you return your crotch to his and a bolt of arousal slices through you when his hard package swells against you.  Holy shit he's hung. You slowly roll your hips against him, grinding into him, trying not to be too aggressive, but it’s hard to control yourself. 

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His breathing changes and your heart jumps to your throat. You wonder, Is Ghostface seduceable? It might be your best shot if you're already getting his dick wet when he wakes up.  But there's always the chance he reacts violently, and now that you're up against him, it's clear you'd be no match for his strength.

Then you have a thought.  You carefully lift his gloved hand, and he doesn’t react.  You lift the dead weight of his heavy arm all the way above his mask, and he still just sits there, breathing.  You pin both his hands above his head, between the metal pegs of the headrest. His hands are large and the two of them together barely fit through the gap.  Then you slam down the headrest, pinning him there by his wrists.

His mask moves.  He seems to look at you.  Then a soft, low sigh.  You lower your crotch again and he’s harder.  You rub yourself against him slowly with your hands braced on the seat and have to stifle a moan in the shoulder of your dress as you grind against him and his cock swells even harder.  A soft groan muffled by his mask makes you wetter.  

You’re going to have to have him.  This is your chance and you can’t resist it.  Your inner thigh muscles begin to fatigue as you push yourself off his lap to hover again.  You lift up his robe, exposing PJ pants. Strange and not at all imposing, but convenient.  You arrange the robe behind his raging erection, then take a deep breath and pull down his waistband.  His stiff member stands at attention. You cover it with your warmth before the cool air wakes him up. A stab of desire shoots through your core as your wet panties meet his hard cock.  You rub yourself against him and your clit throbs.  Your core aches to be filled. 

You pull your panties to the side and nestle the swollen head of his cock at your entrance.  Then you sink down and fail to suppress your gasp at the stretch.  He moans but doesn’t move.  Your body makes way for him as you slide down and sheathe him entirely with your cunt.  His cock is nice and thick, it makes you feel so full.  It’s crazy this cock has been under the robe the entire time.  You wonder if you could just fuck from now on.  If he’d agree not to kill you - that is, if the threat of it doesn't turn him on.

You rise up, then sink down on him again, his size making you grateful for your ample wetness.  You lift and lower yourself and roll your hips into him. You try not to breathe too heavily as you feel it building in your lower belly.  You start to ride him less restrained, unable to resist fucking yourself on his nice, hard cock.  

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His mask begins to move as though confused, and he grunts as he tugs at his arms,  unable to free them from the headrest.  He’s groggy and weak.  You’re not going to stop. You're too close to coming.  You greedily keep filling yourself to the brim with him.

His mask looks right at you. “Always wanted this cock,” ghostface says weakly, making your heart race.  “Knew it.”  Then it echoes from the voice changer on the floorboard.  Always wanted this cock.  Knew it.   He tugs at his hands more violently, then gives up.  

“Nasty girl,” he says, voice getting stronger.  Nasty Girl. 

He thrusts his hips up powerfully and you moan uninhibited. He thrashes his arms and stabs upward with his cock, bouncing you on his lap with the power of his hips.  Your whole body tingles and tenses, then you bite your own arm as your walls clamp down around him.  You come on his dick, then pull yourself off and he groans in frustration but has no way of getting you back.  

You open the car door and you’re torn about whether to make him come or leave him with blue balls.  You decide to jerk him off as a power move.  You kneel into the open door frame of the car.  You wrap your hand around his girth and fuck his fist.  “All ya had to do was ask,” he says.  All you had to do was ask.  You grab the voice changer and throw it down the street.  Now he's nothing but a man with his dick in your hand.

“Woulda given you every inch," he says. Maybe every inch of his blade.  He nods down to his crotch. "Now you know." His voice is coming back to full strength, smooth and low. It's a voice you can't quite place.

You know you should stab him while you have him tied down, but you're thinking with the wrong head now, unable to bear the thought of this cock going to waste. You slow your hand way down and edge him mercilessly.  His big, stiff cock twitches in your hand and you can tell he's dying for more.

You take your phone out of your bra and take a short video of him trying not to whimper, dick sprouting out of his unimposing pajama pants.  Then you finish him off and take a dick pic selfie with cum all over his robe.  You take the knife out of the back of the seat and leave him stuck in the car.

Thank you so much for reading and engaging. Even if you're reading this way later I would love to know your thoughts in a comment! Knowing what you liked helps me write more. 🖤🖤

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2025 edit: I now have a Michael Myers fic with a similar situation: Wreck ✨

[sematarygirls]

                 ୭ৎ rafe cameron works .ᐟ

   au's .ᐟ

   mechanic!rafe.

   cowboy!rafe.

   possessed!rafe.

   fics .ᐟ

   you and drummer!rafe get away with murder.

   serialkiller!rafe takes an interest in you.

   slasher!rafe x finalgirl!reader.

   ex-convict!babydaddy!rafe shows up unexpectedly.

   cowboy!rafe gives you a ride.

   boyfriend!rafe and anxious!reader's first time.

   killer!rafe and his best friend try murder.

   rafe is a fugitive and motelworker!reader doesn't care.

   boyfriend!rafe washes depressed!reader's hair.

   boyfriend!rafe sees anxious!reader's tramp stamp.

   drabbles, thoughts, &&. blurbs .ᐟ

   frat!rafe always tunes in when you're on the radio.

   rafe + anxious!reader headcanons.

   bodyshots with rafe.

   boyfriend!rafe helps academic!reader study.

   rafe + reader matching halloween costumes.

   boyfriend!rafe thinks academic!reader wants a baby.

   dancing around the kitchen with rafe.

   quickies with rafe are anything but quick.

   your husband is not who you thought he was.

   rafe loves your new lotions.

   just the tip w dbf!rafe.

   series .ᐟ

   salt &&. secrets . . . social media au.

         ↳ 01.  02.  03.  04.  05.  06.  07.  08.  09.  10.  11.  12.  13.  14.  15.  16.  17.  18.

   wounds that bind.    on hold.

         ↳ 01.  02.

   gone girl.

         ↳ 00.  01.  02.  03.  04.  05.  06.

   morphine animals.

         ↳ 0.1.  00.  01.

[hanniewho]

⋆˚࿔ Cam Girl series ft Jayce𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⋆˚࿔ Summary: You never let your beloved boyfriend join your livestream, and tonight you wanted to try something new, but little that you know that will change forever

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Notes: I will be writing 2 of this series for each arcane character on my Masterlist and I will make one in tlou AU blurbs and headcanons yeyey:3

༘ ⋆｡ ˚ Warnings: Sex in front of a Camera, No protection, Nipple play, spanking, creampie, mentioning pegging

𐙚˙✧˖° Words: 5.6k

⋆✦ Pairings: Modern AU Jayce x cam girl reader

"Hey babe, are you ready for tonight's stream?" Jayce called out from the living room, his voice echoing down the hall.

You were busy in your bedroom setting up your camera and lights for your nightly ritual. You were a cam girl, a modern siren luring in viewers with your allure and wit. Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Jayce's costume idea. You had been planning a special theme night and were surprised he wanted to be part of it. "Yeah, almost set up," you replied, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice.

You heard the sound of his footsteps growing closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. The door swung open, revealing Jayce in the iconic Ghostface getup from the horror films—a simple yet eerie white mask and a black hoodie. His eyes, the only visible part of his face, sparkled with excitement. "What do you think?" he asked, twirling around to show you the full ensemble.

You couldn't help but chuckle, the sight of your boyfriend dressed as a notorious slasher was both adorable and slightly unnerving. "It's perfect," you said, nodding in approval. "But remember, you're just there for ambiance. No interacting with the chat, okay?"

Jayce's grin grew wider. "Cross my heart," he said, drawing an 'X' over the center of his chest.

The room was bathed in a soft, crimson light, casting shadows that danced with the flicker of the candles you had arranged. You sat in front of your camera, dressed in a skimpy outfit that was sure to keep your viewers hooked. You took a deep breath, feeling the anticipation build in your chest. This was going to be a night to remember.

With a click, the stream went live, and the chat exploded with messages. You greeted your fans with a seductive smile, the masked Jayce lurking ominously in the background. The anonymity of the internet was a thrilling playground for your imagination, and you knew they'd eat this

up.

The first few minutes were a blur of greetings and setting the scene. You played the role of a damsel in distress, while Jayce remained silent and unmoving, his masked presence adding to the tension. The viewers were already getting into it, sending gifts and requests that made your heart race.

As the night went on, you began to feel more comfortable, the initial nerves giving way to the familiar thrill of performance. You flirted with the camera, whispering sweet nothings and teasing your audience with glimpses of skin. Jayce, ever the good sport, mimed menacing gestures that sent shivers down your spine. You had to stifle a laugh at his exaggerated movements.

But as the hours passed, the tension grew thick, not just from the act but from the undeniable chemistry between you two. You found yourself leaning back in your chair, your head resting against Jayce's shoulder. His hand, gloved and cold, slipped around your waist, resting gently on the soft fabric of your shirt. Your breath hitched as you felt his touch, a sudden reminder of the very real man beneath the costume.

The whispers of the chat grew bolder, their suggestions more daring. Your cheeks flushed as you read them aloud, a playful smile curving your lips. Jayce's hand began to move, his fingers tracing slow circles on your stomach, sending waves of heat through your body. You tried to keep your focus on the camera, but his touch was a siren's call, drawing your attention to the present moment.

One particularly adventurous user sent a message that made your eyes widen. "Ghostface, show us what's under the mask," it read. Jayce's grip tightened, and you felt him lean closer to your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. "I don't know if that's such a good idea," you murmured, your voice low and husky.

A mischievous glint appeared in Jayce's eyes, his hand moving to the edge of his mask. He tugged it off, revealing his handsome features, twisted into a smirk. "Surprise," he whispered, his voice a tantalizing blend of amusement and desire. The chat went wild, their excitement palpable through the screen. You couldn't help but feel a thrill run through you at the sudden shift in dynamics.

Leaning in, Jayce captured your mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss. His gloved hand slid up to cup your cheek, the fabric whispering against your skin. You gasped into the kiss, your body responding instinctively. The camera kept rolling, capturing every moment for your eager audience. Their messages grew more fervent, urging you to give them a show.

As your kiss deepened, Jayce's hand traveled down your body, his thumb brushing against the swell of your breast. You arched into his touch, your breath hitching as he gently pinched your nipple through the fabric. The chat was a blur of emojis and lewd comments, but all you could focus on was the heat building between the two of you. You reached behind you, your hand finding the zipper of his hoodie, pulling it down to reveal the bare skin beneath.

The scent of your arousal filled the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the costume. Jayce broke the kiss, his eyes raking over your exposed skin, and you knew he was just as affected as you were. He leaned back, taking a moment to appreciate the view, his own breathing ragged. Then, with a smirk, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and began to lift it, exposing your lacy bra. You giggled, trying to help, but his hands were insistent, moving with a purpose that left you feeling both vulnerable and incredibly turned on.

The camera remained unforgiving, capturing every detail of your flushed cheeks and the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath. You could feel the eyes of your viewers on you, their anticipation practically electric. But it was the heat of Jayce's gaze that truly set your soul on fire.

As he revealed your bra, you felt the cool air kiss your skin, making your nipples peak even further. His eyes never left yours as he reached around and unhooked it with a practiced ease. The fabric fell away, leaving your breasts bare for the camera's hungry gaze. You watched as he took in the sight, his pupils dilating with lust.

Feeling bold and a bit bratty, you rolled your hips back, the curve of your ass grinding against his now very noticeable erection. The fabric of his pants did nothing to hide his arousal, and the friction sent sparks of pleasure through your body. Jayce groaned softly, his grip on your waist tightening. You smirked, knowing you had him right where you wanted him.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you looked directly into the webcam and announced, "I'll fuck my boyfriend in front of you guys for 500 dollars." The chat went wild, donations flooding in as your viewers clamored for the show to begin. A thrill shot through you at the thought of being watched, of having all those eyes on you as you gave in to your desires.

Jayce's smirk grew into a full-blown grin at your words, and he leaned in to whisper, "Is that a challenge?" You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, and the shiver that ran through you was purely for his benefit. "I think we can make it worth their while," he murmured, his hand sliding down to the waistband of your panties.

With a sultry smile, you reached for the webcam, lowering it so that only the lower half of your body was in frame. The camera now captured your ass as it rolled against the bulge in Jayce's pants, the fabric straining with every movement. The chat was a frenzy of excitement, their donations reaching a crescendo as they eagerly awaited the main event.

Jayce's hand slipped into your panties, pushing the fabric aside to reveal your glistening sex. You bit your lip, trying to maintain an air of professionalism despite the wanton need building inside you. His thumb grazed your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your core, making your body jerk involuntarily. The camera zoomed in, focusing on the intimate gesture, and the donations skyrocketed.

The room was filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the occasional moan that escaped your lips as Jayce continued to tease you. His fingers danced around your opening, dipping in just enough to make you squirm before retreating, leaving you desperate for more. Your viewers were going wild, their messages a blur of excitement and desire.

With a final, tantalizing touch, Jayce slid your panties down your legs, revealing your bare, glistening pussy to the webcam's unblinking eye. You felt a rush of exposure, a thrilling mix of fear and excitement. He spread your thighs wider, his eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself behind you. The cool air brushed against your sensitive skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

The chat was a cacophony of typing, the sound of a hundred eager voices demanding more. Jayce leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Ready for the show?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise. You nodded, your heart racing as he slid the tip of his gloved finger along your slit. The sensation was strange, the fabric of the glove a barrier to the intimacy of skin on skin, but it added an extra layer of depravity to the scene playing out before your viewers.

Then, a superchat notification popped up on your screen. 'I bet you can't fit 2 inches in your pussy'. The room fell silent for a split second before the donation amount registered. $600. Your eyes widened at the number, and you felt Jayce's smirk against your neck. "Looks like we have a challenge," he said, his voice a low purr.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, but the excitement was bubbling over. "Alright," you murmured, your voice a seductive whisper. "If someone donates $600, I'll... I'll see if I can fit two of your fingers." The chat went wild, the donations spiking again as the tension grew palpable. Jayce chuckled, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt.

The sound of the leather slipping through the loops was the only sound in the room, other than your own ragged breathing. You watched in the reflection of your computer monitor as he pulled down his zipper, revealing the bulge of his erection. It was clear he was more than ready for the challenge ahead. The anticipation was unbearable, your clit throbbing with every beat of your heart.

With a flick of his wrist, he slid the glove off, revealing his bare hand. Your eyes went wide as he positioned his index and middle fingers, already slick with your arousal, at your entrance. The camera zoomed in closer, the viewers' anticipation almost tangible. "Let's give them their money's worth," he said with a wink.

Jayce pushed in slowly, his fingers stretching you open with a deliberate care that belied the urgency in his eyes. You gasped, the sensation of fullness making your toes curl. The camera captured every twitch of your body, every glisten of wetness. The donations climbed, reaching the goal almost immediately. The thrill of being watched, of knowing you had an audience eager for your every move, only heightened your arousal.

Your breaths grew shorter, turning into little moans as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm building, a tight coil in your belly that threatened to unravel at any moment. "Oh, fuck," you murmured, the words slipping out unbidden. Jayce chuckled, the sound sending a delicious shiver down your spine. "They're loving it," he whispered, his eyes flicking to the chat.

The numbers on the screen climbed higher, the excitement of your viewers a potent aphrodisiac. You watched the chat in amazement, your body responding to the knowledge that you were the center of their attention. "More," you begged, not caring if it was for the show or for your own pleasure. Jayce's fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your eyes roll back in your head.

With a growl, he added his thumb to the mix, the pressure building until you were sure you'd come apart at the seams. You leaned back into him, his erection pressing against you, a silent promise of what was to come. The room was a symphony of moans and heavy breaths, the air thick with lust.

You began to rock back onto his hand, riding his fingers with an abandon that had the chat losing their collective minds. Your breasts bounced with each movement, the drool that had been building in your mouth finally breaking free to slide down your chin, pooling in the valley between them. The sensation was messy, but it only served to add to the raw, carnality of the scene. You licked your lips, the salty taste of your desire mixing with the sweetness of your perfume.

Jayce watched the droplets of saliva make their slow descent, his eyes dark with need. His fingers moved with purpose, the sound of your wetness filling the room. You could feel the heat from his cock, the fabric of his pants growing damp from your shared arousal. His other hand reached around to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through your body that synced with the strokes of his hand.

The chat was a blur of comments and donations, their excitement fueling the fire between your legs. You threw your head back, arching your spine as Jayce's thumb found a rhythm that sent you spiraling closer to the edge. Each time your drool touched your skin, it was like a little electric shock, heightening the sensation. You could feel the stickiness on your chin, the coolness of it as it made its way down to your chest. Your breasts bobbed with every movement, the red light casting them in a seductive glow.

Jayce's hand worked you like a maestro, his thumb swirling around your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of you. The tension grew, tightening like a noose around your core. You were so close, so fucking close, and the camera was there to capture every moment. The viewers' reactions were like a symphony of desire, their thirst for your pleasure driving you wild.

With a final, desperate thrust, Jayce's thumb applied just the right amount of pressure, sending you hurtling over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, making your body convulse with ecstasy. You screamed his name, your voice echoing through the room and no doubt through the speakers of every device tuned into your stream. The chat exploded with excitement, the donations reaching a new peak as you rode the wave of pleasure.

As your body slowly came back down to earth, Jayce gently withdrew his hand, the wet sound of your release echoing through the room. He held his fingers up to the camera, showing the viewers the glistening mess he'd created. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the sight, a thrill at the power you had over these anonymous strangers. He brought his hand to his mouth, licking the juices off his fingers with a wink at the camera, the action making your insides quiver anew.

You leaned back into his chest, panting heavily. "Fuck, that was intense," you murmured, your voice hoarse from screaming. Jayce wrapped his arms around you, his erection pressing firmly against your back. "And we're just getting started," he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

With surprising ease, he pulled you back onto the chair, positioning himself behind you. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you onto his lap. You could feel the heat of his cock, trapped by his boxers, as it nestled between your ass cheeks. The fabric was the only barrier between you two, and it was soaked with his precum. You squirmed, eager to feel him inside you.

Jayce's hands roamed up your body, tracing the curves of your waist and the swell of your breasts. He tweaked your nipples gently, making you gasp. The camera, still focused on the lower half of your bodies, captured the intimate moment perfectly. His cock grew even harder against you, and you couldn't resist grinding back into him.

Leaning down slightly, you placed your palms on the table, pushing your ass into the air. "C'mon, fuck me already," you whispered, your voice dripping with need. "I'm so wet, baby." The chat went wild at your words, their donations pouring in like a floodgate had been opened. Jayce's grip on your hips tightened, his own need evident in the way his knuckles turned white.

You wiggled your ass in a tantalizing dance, the movement sending another jolt of pleasure through your still-throbbing pussy. The camera captured every second of it, broadcasting your desperation to the eager audience. Jayce took a moment to appreciate the view before sliding your chair back and standing up. You felt the loss of his touch briefly, but it was soon replaced by the heat of his body as he positioned himself behind you.

The sound of fabric rustling filled the room as he shucked his pants and boxers to the floor. You bit your bottom lip, the anticipation almost unbearable. He leaned in, his breath hot on your ear. "You're going to be the talk of the internet tonight," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. You felt the tip of his cock brush against your slick entrance, and you couldn't help but push back, begging for more.

With a low growl, Jayce slammed into you, his bare flesh meeting yours in a perfect, wet slap that resonated through the room. The camera caught every inch of his cock disappearing inside you, the arch of your back a beautiful curve that framed the scene. The chat went wild, their comments a cacophony of excitement as they watched your body take him in. You moaned, the feeling of fullness making your toes curl.

Jayce began to thrust into you with a rhythm that was both punishing and deliciously slow. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making your knees tremble. You could feel your orgasm building again, the muscles in your stomach tightening in anticipation. The red light cast a hellish glow on Jayce's face, turning his features into something otherworldly.

Your fingers curled into the edge of the table, knuckles white as you gripped onto the smooth wood. Each time he slammed into you, the table creaked and rocked, the vibrations traveling up your arms. The camera captured the look of pure ecstasy on your face, your eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream. You could feel the eyes of your viewers on you, their hunger for the show making you wetter with every passing second.

Jayce's hand snaked around to cup your breast, squeezing gently as he continued to fuck you. His hips slapped against your ass, the sound echoing through the room. You moaned, the sensation of his bare cock moving in and out of you an exquisite agony. "You like that?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly. You nodded, unable to form coherent words.

The camera captured every detail, the slick sounds of your bodies coming together, the way your ass cheeks bounced with each thrust. The chat was a frenzy of comments and donations, urging you both on. Jayce leaned over you, his hand moving from your breast to your clit. He began to rub it in tight circles, his movements in sync with his thrusts. You felt your orgasm building, the pressure growing until it was almost painful.

Then, with a grunt, he reached around and slapped your ass, the sound ringing out in the silent room. The sting only added to your pleasure, and you pushed back into him with renewed vigor. His hand moved to your other cheek, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, his fingers digging in as he claimed you. The camera's focus shifted to capture the sight of his handprint fading into your skin, a stark reminder of his dominance.

You moaned, the sensation of his hand on your ass only heightening your pleasure. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered, "You're mine, all of you." The possessive growl in his voice sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each word.

Jayce's strokes grew more erratic as he watched the effect he was having on you. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, and he was hitting every single one of them with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra. The camera caught the way your eyes rolled back in your head, the desperate little noises that you couldn't hold back.

With one hand still playing with your clit, Jayce reached for your hair with the other, pulling your head back sharply. "Look at the camera," he ordered, his voice a gruff command that sent a shiver down your spine. You complied, opening your eyes to stare into the webcam with a hazy, lust-filled gaze. The red light was a beacon, drawing you in, making you feel like the most wanted woman in the world.

The chat was a frenzy of excitement, their messages scrolling by so quickly they were almost illegible. You could feel Jayce's cock pulsing inside you, his own climax approaching. His strokes grew more urgent, his hips slapping against your ass in a tempo that was music to your ears. The camera was a silent witness to your passion, capturing every intimate detail.

Without warning, Jayce's hand left your clit, trailing down to your ass. He brought his hand up, the slickness from your sex making the journey feel like molten lava against your skin. He cupped your cheek, squeezing gently before bringing it around to your breast, his thumb brushing over your sensitive peak. The sudden change in sensation had your eyes rolling back, a low moan escaping your lips.

You could feel his cock swell inside you, the veins pulsing with the promise of his release. The camera was unforgiving in its focus, capturing every moment of your passionate dance. "Tell them how good it feels," Jayce murmured, his voice a dark command in your ear.

You opened your mouth, the words slipping out in a breathless whisper. "It feels so good, baby. Your cock is so deep, filling me up." The chat went wild at your confession, the donations spiking again. You reveled in the power of your own words, the way they made your body feel even more alive.

Jayce's hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back even further. His thrusts grew more urgent, his breathing harsh and ragged. You could feel the tension building in him, the way his body coiled like a spring ready to snap. "Cum for them," he growled, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Show them how much you love it."

You moaned, the words a catalyst for your release. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, making your body convulse on his cock. The camera captured every twitch of your pussy, every gasp of pleasure that escaped your lips. Jayce's own release followed closely, his hips jerking as he filled you with warmth. The sensation was almost too much to handle, your body shaking with the force of your shared climax.

As you slumped back down onto the chair, Jayce pulled you with him, his cock still buried deep inside you. You both sat there for a moment, chests heaving, trying to catch your breath. The red light of the webcam was a constant reminder of the audience that had just witnessed your most intimate moment. The thrill of it made your heart race, your body still humming with pleasure.

Jayce leaned back, his eyes flicking to the computer screen, reading through the frenzied comments. One caught his eye, making him throw his head back in laughter. "Oh fuck me, they're right," he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of amazement and amusement. You glanced over your shoulder, curious about what had tickled him so much.

His fingers trailed from your still-throbbing pussy to your neck, tracing the path of your jaw before moving to your ear. "They said you're leaking," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down your spine. You felt a warmth spread from your cheeks to your chest, a blush creeping up as you realized what the chat meant.

With a quick, almost embarrassed laugh, you reached over to the computer, ending the stream with a decisive click. The red light on the webcam winked out, and the room was suddenly plunged into a more intimate darkness, the only illumination coming from the glow of the monitor. The sudden silence was deafening after the symphony of moans and chats.

Jayce leaned back in the chair, his cock still sheathed inside you. You could feel him softening slightly, but the sensation was still exquisite, the connection between you two still palpable. He kissed the side of your neck, his hand sliding up to cradle your face. "That was... intense," he murmured, his voice a rumble of satisfaction.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. The reality of what had just happened hit you like a wave, and you felt a mix of emotions—exhilaration, embarrassment, and a strange sense of accomplishment. You had just fucked for the world to see, raw and unfiltered, and it had been one of the hottest experiences of your life. The fact that it was with Jayce, the man you loved, dressed as a horror icon, made it all the more surreal.

Jayce's grip on your hips loosened as he slid out of you, a wet sound echoing through the room. You felt the warmth of his cum dribble down your thighs, a stark contrast to the cooling sweat that had coated your skin during the intense session. The intimate moment was a stark reminder that despite the theatrics and the audience, this was real. You had just been claimed by your boyfriend, and there was something undeniably hot about it.

With a cheeky grin, Jayce reached over and gently inserted his finger into your pussy, swirling it around to collect the last remnants of his release. "Ah, ah, ah," he chided playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't waste any of 'em." You couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation mixing with the post-orgasmic bliss that still lingered in your body.

He brought his finger to your lips, the digit glistening in the soft glow of the room. You took it into your mouth, tasting the salty tang of him. You sucked it clean, watching the lust in his eyes flare brighter. The simple act was surprisingly intimate, a silent declaration of your willingness to go anywhere with him, even if it meant crossing lines you never thought you'd dare.

"Let's clean up," Jayce said, his voice a gentle caress in the quiet. He stood up, his cock still semi-hard and gleaming with your juices. You couldn't help but stare at him, the power of his presence still resonating through your body.

He offered you a hand, helping you to your feet. The floor felt cold against your bare soles, a stark contrast to the heat that was still pulsing between your legs. Together, you made your way to the bathroom, the soft carpet underfoot a comforting cushion for your trembling legs.

Jayce turned on the shower, the sound of the water hitting the tiles a soothing melody after the cacophony of the stream. You stepped in, the water washing away the sweat and stickiness from your skin. The cool spray felt heavenly, a gentle reprieve from the fire that had been raging in your body moments ago. Jayce followed, his strong hands guiding you under the spray, the warm water cascading over your breasts and down your back.

He took the body wash, lathering his hands before applying the gentle soap to your skin. His touch was tender, almost worshipful as he washed away the evidence of your performance. He paid special attention to your pussy, his fingers stroking you lightly as the water washed away the remnants of your shared climax. You leaned into him, the sensation making you shiver despite the warmth of the shower.

"Hey baby?" you murmured, looking up at him through the veil of wet hair clinging to your face. His eyes met yours, the intensity in his gaze making your stomach flutter. There was something in that look that made you feel both vulnerable and incredibly powerful at the same time.

"Yeah?" he asked, his voice softer than the patter of the water around you.

You took a deep breath, feeling your heart race. "Can I... peg you on the next stream?" The question hung in the steamy air, the words slipping from your mouth with a vulnerability that was mirrored in the way your eyes searched his.

Jayce's hand stilled for a moment, his gaze lingering on your face before he broke into a grin. "Is that a challenge, love?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with intrigue. The idea was new, a fresh thrill to add to the mix of your shared kinks.

You nodded, a hint of nervousness playing with the corners of your mouth. The water cascaded down your body, mixing with the soap to create a slick path down your chest and stomach. Jayce's eyes followed the rivulets, his smile growing more mischievous. "I think that can be arranged," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. "But only if you're sure."

Your heart raced as you considered the implications of your request. The thought of watching him squirm and moan for the camera, the way you had just moments ago, was a thrilling prospect. "I'm sure," you murmured, your voice steady despite the tremor in your hands. "I want to make them crazy."

Jayce's grin widened, his eyes darkening with excitement. "Alright," he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "But we're going to need some preparation. We don't want to disappoint our audience." He reached for the conditioner, smoothing it into his hands before applying it to your hair, his touch gentle and reassuring.

The water sluiced over you both as he worked the product through your locks, the scent of mint and rosemary filling the air. You could feel the tension in his body, the anticipation of what was to come. His hands moved to your scalp, massaging it with firm circles that had you melting into him. The sensation was soothing, a gentle counterpoint to the wildness of the cam session.

He rinsed the soap and conditioner away, his hands lingering on your skin, tracing patterns that made your heart flutter. When you stepped out of the shower, the warmth of the towel wrapping around you was almost a letdown after the heat of his touch. Jayce followed, his body a sculpted masterpiece that made your mouth water.

You both dried off, the fluffy towels a stark contrast to the harsh reality of the cold, hard floor beneath your feet. The red light from the cam was gone, but the memory of it remained, a lingering brand on your soul. You felt different, somehow—more alive, more connected to the world outside your four walls.

"So," Jayce said, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he wrapped the towel around his waist, "when's the next show?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the question somehow fitting perfectly into the surreal evening you'd just shared. "Give me a break," you replied, playfully swatting his arm. "I need to recover from that performance."

Jayce chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours as he stepped closer, the warmth of his body making you shiver. "We've got time," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. "But when you're ready, I'll be waiting." He leaned in, capturing your mouth in a slow, deep kiss that made your knees wobble. The taste of mint from the toothpaste and the faint saltiness from your shared release still lingered on his tongue.

When he pulled away, a smug smile played on his lips. He reached out, his fingertips brushing through your still-damp hair, the gentle ruffling sending a cascade of tingles down your neck. His touch was a brand of ownership, a silent declaration that you were his, and the thought had your stomach doing flips. You couldn't help but return the smile, the thrill of your shared secret echoing in every pulse of your heart.

The next stream was going to be a marathon, you realized with a mix of excitement and trepidation. You'd have to plan, to choreograph a performance that would not only satisfy your viewers' hunger for the extreme but also push the boundaries of your own comfort. But with Jayce by your side, you knew it wasn't going to be so bad. In fact, it was going to be incredible.

The thought of the upcoming show had your mind racing with possibilities, your heart fluttering in anticipation. You knew that with Jayce's help, you'd be able to create a spectacle that would leave your audience breathless and begging for more. You'd have to be strategic with your set-up, ensuring the angles were perfect and the lighting cast just the right amount of shadows to keep the mood sultry and mysterious.

The realization that you were making a fortune doing something so taboo with the person you loved was almost too delicious to believe. The thrill of it all had a strange allure, a forbidden fruit that only made you crave it more. You'd never felt so alive, so in tune with your desires, and the knowledge that you were sharing it with the world was exhilarating.