#ice nine kills x reader

[your-averagewriter]

Bad day.

Summary: After a bad day, Spencer makes (y/n)'s day better with some tea, blankets and cuddles! (Requested by @azamatic!)

Word count: 0.7K

Warnings: Swearing.

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Dragging myself home, I reach for my keys to unlock the door and drop them with a groan before tiredly picking up. Grabbing the keys I fiddle with them looking for the right one before trying the wrong one and sighing before finally getting the right key and unlocking the door.

I walk in, kicking off my shoes and dropping my bags on the table as I walk into the house with tired eyes.

“Babe?” I hear coming from down the corridor.

“Spence? You’re home?” I ask, a little confused.

“I got done at the studio early so I thought I’d surprise you.” He says walking in with a smile, quickly wrapping his arms around my waist.

“It’s a nice surprise.” I mumble, resting my head on his shoulder.

“You okay?” He asks, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my head.

“I’ve just had a long day.” I sigh, lifting my head back up to face him, a soft smile emerging on my face. “You being home early is making it better though.”

He chuckles before speaking again. “Come sit down.” He says, reaching for my hand and leading me into the lounge, both of us sitting down on the sofa, he wraps his arm around me.

He reaches for one of the blankets at the end of the sofa and pulls it over my body to combat the cold edge of the day.

“I’ll make us some tea.” He mumbles after pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. Pulling the blanket over my body, I lean back, further into the sofa.

He walks off to the kitchen, making us two cups of tea in a few minutes, bringing them back with a couple of chocolate biscuits.

“Where’d you get those from?” I ask, perking up at the sight of my favourite biscuits.

“I’ve been saving them for a time like this.” He grins, bringing the tray over and placing it on the table in front of us.

Opening the blanket, unwrapping it slightly from my body, I allow him to come under the blanket. He places the tray down before sitting next to me with the blanket. He pulls it around himself as I lean against his body, resting my head on his shoulder as he wraps one of his arms around me. Snuggling closer to his body I enjoy the warmth that both him and the blanket offers me with the harsh, cold weather outside.

“What happened to make today a bad day?” I ask softly, resting his head on my head.

“Everything.” I groan. “Someone spilled my coffee and then my computer wouldn’t work and I had to talk to the IT guy and he couldn’t fix it so I’ve been writing shit down all day and then I came home and dropped my keys and then couldn’t find the right key and nearly tripped over when I was unlocking the door.” I sigh, rambling all my complaints about my day to Spencer as he holds me close to him.

“Sounds shit, baby.” His voice is muffled when he presses a kiss to my hair.

“How was your day?” I ask, reaching for my tea and sipping on it before reaching for one of the biscuits and dunking it in my tea with a satisfied smile. “How was the studio?”

“It was good, we got a lot of work done and we were sent home early after finishing up.”

“Did you finish a song?” I ask, sipping on my tea.

“Nearly, we’re working on a lot of songs at the same time.” He chuckles quietly. “But we’re getting closer.” He smiles.

“Can I listen?” I ask, looking up at him with a small smile.

“If you wanna come down to the studio one day I could show you some of the tracks, the nearly finished ones.”

“That sounds nice, I have a day off next week.” I smile. “I’ll come with you, watch your studio session, see how everyone’s doing.”

He smiles in return. “You might be a little distracting.” He teases. “But I don’t mind, maybe it’ll be motivating having you there.”

“I’m sure you can handle it. I won’t get in your way, I promise. I’ll just find somewhere to sit and watch.” I smile, pressing a quick peck to his lips.

“We can get lunch somewhere nice. You know, that place you’ve been wanting to go to?”

My eyes light up a little. “Yeah! That would be amazing. I love you, Spencer.” I smile, wrapping my arms around him tighter.

“I love you too.” He chuckles softly, smiling down at me.

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AN: Written for @azamatic as an exchange, sorry it took a while! I hope you enjoyed reading!

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

🔪🪓 GIVE IT UP FOR I.N.K.!🩸🎤

[TWST AU]: This MC/Yuu/[Reader] may have more than just fairytale magic.

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, MC/Yuu/[Reader] returns back from the “dead” and is ready to unleash their horror-based magic. Also to understand that they were resting for about 30 years.

[Gender Neutral!MC/Yuu/[Reader]]

[TW]: Mentions of murder, blood and horror movie depictions of violence.

[(A/N)]: Hi everyone. It’s been a while since I last posted any content here. Things got busy IRL and also put up some content on my main blog. I’m sorry I didn’t warn anyone about my sudden break. Anywho, I wrote another MC/Yuu variant twisted from Ice Nine Kills (the vibe of the band).

To begin this journey, there is a hidden grave deep in the forest behind Night Raven College. Nobody has visited that very spot as their families have either passed or moved far away.

The etchings of the tombstone reads…

“Here Lies [Y/N]/MC/Yuu [L/N]”

“You Left Too Soon”

“Therefore If A Miracle Happens, Doom Will Be In Tune”

Then one night as the Dorm Sorting Ceremony, a storm occurs with lightning striking down.

Then, a strike hits the unbothered grave, electrocuting the fencing that protected the grave from trespasser and the ground shakes as a resurrection happens.

[The ground cracks open as a coffin unveils its lid and reveals a well-preserved corpse.]

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu/[Reader]: *Yawns from their supposed eternal slumber* That was a long nap…Why am I in a coffin?

[The living corpse leaves their disturbed burial and walks aimlessly out of the forest, unintentionally leading themselves to the NRC building.]

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu/[Reader]: I don’t remember much, but this place…

[Then a voice boomed across the hall to grab MC/Yuu’s attention.]

Crowley: *From afar* You! Why are not at the ceremony?

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu/[Reader]: I beg your pardon.

Crowley: *Closing the distance between him and MC/Yuu* I asked what…are…you… *Stops dead at his tracks* You…How?

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: Old man, I don’t know what kind of ceremony is happening but I remember now. I’m already an NRC student.

[And so, after the ceremony ended, Crowley gathered the Staff members and explained they have a student returned from the dead. They weren’t pleased by this sudden information. In the meantime, MC/Yuu will have to start NRC again as a first year student and they were transferred to the infamous Ramshackle Dormitory.]

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[At the Heartslabyul]

[MC/Yuu was invited by Cater as they joined back the Music Club and the MagiCam influencer thought they were cool.]

Cater: You got a new phone? Need help with anything?

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu/[Reader]: I still need help with the apps. How do you find movies on this thing?

Cater: I can teach you.

[Few Minutes Later]

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: Whoa! You guys released new horror films? It’s been years since I watched one. The last one I seen was some hockey-masked killer.

Cater: *Little concerned* MC/Yuu, when did you stop attending NRC?

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: Oh. Well…I guess around 30 years ago? Why asking, suddenly?

Cater: That explains why you asked what MagiCam is.

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[During a Dorm Leader meeting]

Riddle: You’re explaining you used to attend Night Raven College 30 years ago?

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: Yeah, I used to be the president of the Music Club and still well versed in the darker side of magic.

Azul: What kind of magic you possess?

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: The kind if you can stomach the macabre world. The goriest parts of that field.

Vil: Necromancy, I presumed?

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: Sort of. It’s hard to explain about my magic, but all I know is it gets stronger when I perform music.

Kalim: Like it’s your Unique Magic.

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: Yeah, like that. Crazy how today’s people are using that term.

Leona: Still odd how you came back to life. You remember your old life?

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: I remember my family used to live on this island and the accident that happened in this school…

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[Chapter 5: During the VDC event and Vil’s Overblot]

[Ice Nine Kills - Welcome To Horrorwood]

Epel: We need to distract Vil-Senpai.

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: Allow me. I know the perfect song.

[Then the stage is set for MC/Yuu’s performance. They magically summoned a dark dome to cover the entire stadium for the light effects and manifest some pseudo band mates to play the appropriate instruments. Finally, they summoned their cursed electric guitar to fend off the latest Blot battle.]

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: *Starts singing*

Ink fills the page

A classic killer completes the cast

If evil's all the rage

Cut to the close up, then fade to black

Sit back for the sequel of your dreams

All psychos crave more shocking scenes

Who cares if it bleeds beyond the screen?

Are you misunderstood?

Are you more bad than good?

Welcome to Horrorwood

Where anyone would kill for a call back!

[They casted some powerful spells to weaken Overblot!Vil. The rest of the gang starts throwing their spells at the corrupted Head of Pomefiore.]

'Cause everyone is just so fucking…

Desperate for fame

Can't blame the savages this town attracts

I guess we're all insane (Insane!)

So silence the critics, 'cause this is not an act

(But here's the soundtrack!)

Sit back for the sequel of your dreams

All psychos crave more shocking scenes

Who cares if it bleeds beyond the screen?

Are you misunderstood? (YEAH!)

Are you more bad than good?

Welcome to Horrorwood

Where anyone would kill for a call back

The tabloids say

"There goes the neighborhood"

But long live Horrorwood

The only place it pays to be a hack!

(But will you make the cut if you know?)

Stardom's just an afterthought

For all those stabbed in the backlot

Piled up and left to rot

“So how's this for an establishing shot?”

[MC/Yuu shoots another fire spell at Overblot!Vil.]

Are you misunderstood? (YEAH!)

Are you more bad than good?

Welcome to Horrorwood

Where anyone would kill for a call back

The tabloids say

"There goes the neighborhood"

But long live Horrorwood

The only place where everyone should

Fear the premiere

There's always a target out on the red carpet

Between 'Silver Screams' something's awakened

And you'll never make it

But enjoy the show!

[They perform an impressive solo-guitar play as they summoned restraints to trap the weakened Overblot!Vil in one place.]

Are you misunderstood? (YEAH!)

Are you more bad than good?

Welcome to Horrorwood

Where anyone would kill for a call back

The tabloids say

"There goes the neighborhood"

But long live Horrorwood

The only place it pays to be a hack

Be a hack!

Welcome back!

[After the song finishes, MC/Yuu holds up their guitar and brutally swings it at Overblot!Vil to dislodge the Blot stone.]

Vil: *Turns back to normal and groans* What happened?

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: You kind of went berserk and we had stop you from almost killing everyone.

Vil: I see. My head is aching, however.

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: Uhhh…You probably hit your head during VDC.

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[Back in Crowley’s Office]

Crowley: *Shaken up by day one* I couldn’t believe they’re back…

“Dire, you wanna hang out today?”

“Dire, you forgot the assignment? Fine, just copy mine but change it up a bit.”

“Dire…You’ll regret the day I resurrect from my slumber. Heed my warning!”

???: CROWLEY!

Crowley: *Spooked by the outburst* IT’S NOT MY FAULT!!!

Crewel: Great Seven, you seemed out of your mind lately.

Crowley: Oh, I’m extremely busy, especially since their return.

Crewel: Oh yeah. They seem to be doing well with academics despite having to teach them newer materials. Their magic is what I fear about them.

Crowley: Yes, yes. Their magic hasn’t changed much.

Crewel: Dire, I heard that.

Crowley: It’s nothing. I’m just worried about the students.

Crewel: Uh huh. I’ll leave my reports here. *Leaves the office*

Crowley: *Suddenly scared* What if they remember that day?

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[Cafeteria]

Ace: You murdered someone?!

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: I didn’t murder anyone.

Sebek: Then what is this?! *Points at the crimson stain on their shirt*

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: *Wipes it off and taste the content* Oh, ground beef. I was helping Jade and Floyd with some hamburger orders.

Jack: And you just licked it? Won’t you get sick?

I.N.K.!MC/Yuu: I’m undead. Nothing’s gonna harm me, again. *Bites into their extremely rare steak as some myoglobin leaks down from their lips*

[The First Year group felt fear of their new friend.]

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Is he hot or am I just mentally ill?

The awnser: yes

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TRICK OR TREAT ( Spencer Charnas x F!reader)

" baby, I'm preying on you tonight..."  My phone lights up from its spot next to me, playing the song Animals by my boyfriend's band. I glance at his picture on the screen before pausing my horror movie to answer the call.

"You're late, Spence" I state simply into the phone. He was supposed to be here an hour ago, for our traditional Halloween night movie marathon. "Hello, Y/N" he grumbles causing me to laugh at his ghost face impression. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

"My life. Now, if you don't get your ass over here, I'm gonna have to find someone hotter to spend my Halloween with."  I threaten, knowing how jealous and possessive he gets.

" Good luck with that. There is no one hotter than me" he answers in his normal, amazing voice this time.

" Oh I don't know, babe. I heard, Chris Motionless is single again." I chuckle to myself, as I'm left with silence on the other end. " Spence?" Still no answer. Did I piss him off?. " Spencer, I was kidding.... Spe...."

Knock knock

The loud bang on the door pulls my attention from my phone. " I'm outside your house" he whispers into my phone. " Damn it Spencer, don't fucking do that" I yell before hanging up and opening the door, revealing my boyfriend in a creepy, blood-spattered mask. He lifts the mask to place a deep kiss on my lips, before pulling away. I take the opportunity to hit him lightly on the chest. " Are you going to tell me why you're late?" I ask, pretending to be angry at him. He then pulls out a shopping bag from behind his back. " I bought you something" he answers as I take the bag, peeking inside. I pull out the plastic mask that matches the one on his head. " What is this for?" Spencer smiles at me before responding. " You want to go scare some kids and take the candy they drop?"  He ask as I slip on the mask " Hell yeah"

[dani-15]

There’s a serious lack of good Spencer Charnas content on this god forsaken app

[silentdoves]

When Your Number's Up...

Spencer Charnas as Ghostface, and you as his very unfortunate victim. Or, fortunate, depending on how you look at it.

18 + MINORS DNI

word count: 2466

ghostface! spencer x gn reader || rape, blood and gore || first person pov

content warnings: rape, abuse, blood and gore and guts, pain, knives, blood, some dirty talk and degradation, smut

because everyone on ao3 was begging for more on the wurst vaca one, here's spencer as ghostface. have fun, you psychos.

also on ao3

…it’s time to scream!

Even with all the horror movies I’ve seen, I wasn’t prepared when I watched them step from the shadows. Ghostface, blood dripping from their hands as well as the knife grasped in their fingers. Bloody footprints trailed behind them as well. The light of the room didn’t stretch far enough to illuminate them. Their dark robe hung suspended in the shadows. They were still, just watching me, their prey. I stared back. I knew that when I ran, they would chase. I had seen my friend’s body, gutted and torn apart. I knew what they would do to me if they caught me. I tried to figure out a way out mentally before I could even move. Going through the layout of the space in my head. We were upstairs, but I could likely go out a window in it came down to it-

But they acted first, lunging at me to catch me unawares. I managed to pull myself just out of their grasp just barely, starting my sprint through the house again. This time, this killer managed to outsmart me. They disappeared behind me, though as I rounded a corner, I ran right into them. They had me pinned down in a second’s time, before I could fully process what they were doing. I screamed, but nothing happened. No one came. Everyone close enough to hear was dead. I was pinned on my back, my hands above my head, at this killer’s mercy. I tried to kick and flail. But they held too tight. Even when they changed to holding both my wrists with one hand, they were too strong for me. I was still stuck in place, forced to watch as they pulled a knife from the pocket of the robe they wore. The cold metal pressed against my throat, my body froze. My gaze never left them, watching for any sudden movements. I kept as still as possible, not trying to get cut. The masked figure on top of me cocked their head, staring down at me. They were examining me, sizing me up. I stared right back as I tried to figure out a way out. But there was nothing, I was stuck. After many long minutes of this awkward silence, I spoke up.

“What do you want from me?” My voice sounded weaker than I had realized, which caused the person behind the mask to chuckle. They didn’t have a voice changer, their voice sounded too natural… and familiar, I couldn’t place it, though.

“Fame, mostly. But god, the gore and carnage is starting to turn me on.” The man hummed, pressing the knife harder into my throat. A faint sting tingled the skin that the knife was threatening to cut. To cut clean through the skin like it was paper, to slit my throat and use the spray as decoration. He pressed his body harder against me, and now I could feel his hard cock past all the fabric between us. It pressed against my crotch, grinding on me as his eyes stared down at me through the mesh covered holes in the mask. I could faintly see his eyes when he leaned closer, getting his face closer to mine. They were light, almost completely unblinking as he watched me. Staring through me. “Fuck, can you feel that? I keep thinking about fucking your corpse, and it makes me even more hard.”

In that instant, as a shiver of fear shot through my spine, the familiarity of the voice hit me. “Spencer?”

He laughed, a loud, jarring sound that caused me to flinch under him. “Shit, you got me-“ I watched him pull his mask off and drop it to the floor beside me. I now stared into his baby blue eyes, his mouth twisted up into a sick grin as he continued to watch me. “Aww, blushing for me now? You psycho.”

I hadn’t even noticed I had been blushing until he spoke, but that only caused my face to heat up more. The hand that was pinning my wrists down now grabbed my face, squeezing my face as he looked me all over. I found my voice again, “You’re gonna kill me.”

It didn’t come out a question, but a statement. I knew he was going to kill me. I watched him nod, confirming my theory. I whined and tried to squirm out of his hold again. That only earned me a slap and his grip tightened on me. Pinned down, I was trapped. Prey to a predator. Spencer’s smile only grew as he saw my fear heighten. He watched me closely.

“Yes, I am. But first, I think I need to fuck you.” He let go of my face and began to tug at my pants. I tried to fight him, but in a flash he had his knife pressed to my throat. “You fight me, and I slit your throat and fuck the wound while you’re still awake.”

I stopped, and he nodded. He kept the knife pressed to my throat as he pulled my pants and underwear down. Gaze moving downwards, I saw the bulge in his jeans before he pressed it against me. I shuttered, drawing my eyes back up and looking towards the ceiling. I didn’t even want to think about, let alone look at, what was happening to me. But the way Spencer whined and groaned made it harder to put out of my mind. Like he was deliberately trying to catch my attention. I focused on not focusing, staring at the ceiling so hard I didn’t hear Spencer’s pants unzip, and barely noticed his movements until I felt his cock slide inside me. Pain flashed through my body like a flash bang. I gasped, eyes darting back down to him. He was grinning, staring at me. He WAS trying to get my attention. I looked away again, though his hand shot to my face and took my chin, turning my gaze towards him. “Don’t look away now, sweet thing. Or you’ll miss the good part.”

He forced me to watch him draw his hips back, slowly and patiently, until his cock threatened to pop back out. And then all at once, his length was shoved back into me. I couldn’t help but gasp, squirming at the sudden fullness. Spencer chuckled as he rolled his hips. Still gripping the knife tightly, the cold blade pressed to my throat. I whined, trying to stay as still as possible so he wouldn’t prematurely draw blood. His hip rolls turned to thrusting, deep and hard inside me. His pace was slow, steady, teasing. He was trying to get me riled up to. He wanted me aroused, turned on, ready to cum for him. Fortunately for him, it was working. I still bit back a moan, though could feel myself getting more and more riled up. His hips sped up, cock now pounding deep inside me. He moved fast, pressing me harder into the ground as his groaned started to increase in volume. No matter how much I tried to squirm, his grip was too tight, and the knife too sharp against my neck. I was fucking stuck. Squeezing my eyes closed, I tried to think about anything but the cock pounding into me. But then I felt his cock twitch, and I started to squirm again. ”No, no not inside!” I whined, eyes wide with fear. He never responded before shoving his cock deep inside me as he came, pumping his cum in me. I cried out as he stared down at me, grinning. “You fucking psycho-!”

“Oh darling, keep talking. You’ll make me cum again.” He groaned. I saw beads of sweat start to form on his forehead, his hair sticking to his face as his hips twitched. I shut my mouth. Spencer dragged the knife from my neck up to my face. The tip dug into my cheek, and with a quick flick of his wrist, my cheek stung. Warmth pooled on my cheek and then I felt blood pouring down my face. He leaned close to me, holding my head in place as he licked up the blood that had begun to drip down my face. His saliva stung in the wound, causing me to squirm. The hand gripping my have tightened, fingers digging into my cheek. The sounds of skin slapping against skin surrounded us as his hips smacked against me. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Please stop…” I sobbed, my voice weak. I knew that wasn’t going to do anything, that I just had to give up and wait for him to be done with me. Cock still pounding into me, I tried to ignore the growing pleasure that began to pool in my stomach. An involuntary moan slipped from my lips. My heart stopped, my breath caught. He noticed, and a smile spilled across his lips.

“Oh, I thought you weren’t enjoying this? What was that, then?” He cackled before I felt his hand begin to stimulate me. A jolt of pleasure passed through my body. I gasped, and Spencer took the opportunity to grab my face. Hand grasping my chin, holding me in place and keeping my mouth open wide. Moving his face close to mine once again, our lips almost touching, he suddenly spat into my mouth. I jolted, though Spencer just forced my mouth closed. Forced me to swallow his spit. He held his hand over my mouth, his eyes staring deep into mine as his thrusting got even harder. He held my gaze, and forced me to keep looking at him. His bright eyes, the large smirk that still stretched across his face. His hand kept over my face, while the other hand continued to stimulate me and push me close to yet another orgasm. He fucked me hard, groaning and moaning still. “Such a good victim for me…”

I didn’t have the strength to fight back, not anymore. Even despite that, every sudden movement caused Spencer to slap me so hard my face turned red. I stopped moving almost entirely, eventually. Tears streamed from my eyes and blurred my vision. Spencer edged me, making it even worse that I was so close to cumming. My throat hurt from sobbing, and my face stung from the tears. I couldn’t even beg anymore, with Spencer’s hand over my mouth.

“You like that, you fucking freak?” He laughed, the words spat out like flames. He stared through me, his gaze so intense I had to look away. My gaze fell off to the side and, in the corner of my eye, I caught movement from him. I couldn’t make out what he was doing, nor did I care to know. The knife fell away from my neck, and I finally I looked at him again. I watched him don the Ghostface mask again, now dark holes for eyes stared down at me. Spencer laughed before pressing the knife to my throat again, even harder and closer than before. I whined, and felt his cock twitch. “Come on, you fucking psycho. Cum for me. I know you want to.” At that moment, I felt his fingers begin to stimulate me again. He moved quick, drawing a gasp from my lungs. I tried not to, but couldn’t help coming undone around him when he started to thrust. His cock hit my core, and I felt the knot that had been building fall apart. My legs shook hard as I came. He laughed, not stopping his movements. The thrusting, the stimulation. He forced me over the edge, and I choked back the over stimulated scream that had found it’s way into my throat. The sensation overwhelmed me, eyes squeezed closed as pleasure washed over me. I was momentarily lost in the bliss, the overstimulation, that I didn’t pay attention to the feeling of the knife leaving my throat until I felt it buried in my chest. Eyes shooting open, I saw the blade sticking from my body, handle deep. Spencer laughed from behind his mask, finally letting the pleasure relax. He remained balls deep inside of me, groaning whenever I clenched around him. The knife was tugged down my torso, tearing me open. I felt warm spill down my body, covering my body in a blood blanket. My mouth fell open, but the pain was too excruciating and I couldn’t make even the slightest noise. I was still coming down from the pleasure high when he cut into me, mixing pleasure and pain as both ran through my veins. I saw blood spray out of me, a flash of red hot pain through my body. I could barely feel him thrusting again through the pain. “Fuck, you feel even tighter around me when you’re dying.”

My vision grew blurry and spotty, and I could feel myself wavering on the edge of consciousness. I was now more aware of him fucking me, yet could still feel the knife as he further opened me up. Let the air into my chest and the blood spill down to a forming puddle on the floor. I couldn’t move, couldn’t make a noise. I was stuck, and I was gonna die here. The sound of the knife clattering to the ground sounded distant as he dropped it. Another sharp pain shot through me, and I could make out the shape of Spencer reaching into my chest cavity. He gripped my organs, causing me more and more pain. I watched him pull my small intestine out, the long organ being ripped violently from me and inspected, before being tossed aside. Spencer’s orgasm was faster this time, now holding my stomach in his hands. He was completely covered in blood. Mask splattered, the already dark robe and gloves now darker from all the blood coating them. My head was spinning, I could barely see straight, let alone think. I felt Spencer’s cock pull out of me, and managed to catch a glimpse of it, cum also mixed with blood. My mouth fell open, lips parting to let any sound escape. But nothing came. Spencer laughed at my attempts to call for help as he dropped my stomach too.

“A pathetic little victim, had almost no fight in you. Oh well, you were a good fuck, for all that’s worth.” Spencer yapped. His voice grew softer and further the more he spoke. Slipping away, I knew I was dying.

So I closed my eyes, and let consume me. The last sight I saw was Spencer reaching into my chest area. His hand clenched around my heart. And then he ripped it out. I faded out to the sound of his voice, and the feeling of him beginning to drag my almost dead corpse away.

[randomgurl2326]

Listen Here Bucko’s…

I have notice the SEVERE lack of Harlan Coven’s Shelter fics on this app(and many others) and it has to stop.

I mean come on people; Ema Winslow!?!?!? Arthur Spoon Spindell!?!?!?!? Even fucking Troy for gods’ sake!!

I will be supplying fics for this fandom, but we need more people to write for this show. PLEASE IT HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL!!!

Thank you for listening to my Ted Talk (^••^)

——Abigale

p.s. I’m proud of you for making it through another day my little chalupa muah. All of you are strong and capable, never forget that💚💜

[slaasherslut]

So much for a silent night

Fa-la-la-la-la

Feliz navi-dead!

[azamatic]

You know what to do.

Written as an exchange between myself and @your-averagewriter, I hope you like it!

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Truth be told, you weren't much of a crowd person. A few people you could do, but not a full house like what tonight would be.

It was your best friends birthday. You'd known each other since you were kids and had been together through thick and thin and they're totally understanding of your predicament. But you wanted to do you best for the one friend who'd stuck by you.

You'd spent most of the afternoon procrastinating over your choice of outfit, liking a bit of one and a bit of another. You collapsed on your bed in frustration, letting out a sigh of frustration.

A sound came from your landing, so you sat up and saw Spencer leaning against your open doorway. "I know you'll look amazing in whatever you put on."

You smiled softly in the fact that Spencer always knew what to say to perk you up.

You got up and stood in front of the mirror. "I just don't like how it makes me look."

He pushed himself off and walked over to where you were and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder and holding you there for a minute 

"You're perfect…" he kisses your left shoulder. 

"...just the way…" he kisses your right shoulder.

He spins you around so you're staring into those hypnotic eyes of his. "...you are." and kisses you're forehead.

You melted into him for the briefest of moments and mumbled against his chest. "You always know how to pick me up."

His chuckle rumbled through you. "You're damn straight I do hun." 

He books your nose before pulling away. "Come on, let's go slay this thing" and leads you out by the hand.

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The party was only a few streets away, so you both walked there, him offering you an arm. It was a perfect summers eve,  so the temperature was just right.

You turned up a few minutes later and were greeted by the birthday girl. After exchanging gifts and hugs, she pulled you aside, telling Spencer to go ahead and grab himself a drink.

"I'm so so happy you came! But listen. If tonight gets too much for you, take a timeout whenever you need and for however long you need. There's blankets in the spare room and out by the tree house, so help yourselves."

You gave her a hug and thanked her for being so understanding. After centering yourself and taking a deep breath, you went in. You got this, you thought. 

For the first few hours, everything was fine. You mingled with small groups and caught up with friends you hadn't seen in an age. You'd had a few drinks and were surprisingly happy and comfortable. 

That was until more of your best friends guy friends rolled in with more booze and a bigger sound system.  The liveliness was  cranked up and you could feel the thud of the bass in your chest. It was all getting a bit too much, so you took yourself off to the tree house to give yourself some space.

Spencer was walking round the house to try and find you. He went up to the birthday girl to ask. "Hey! Did you happen to see where y/n got to?" She spun to face Spencer.

"Oh hey! Yea, they took themselves to the treehouse for some space, it's quieter up there." He winked his appreciation.

Sure enough, he found you there lying down and looking up at the sky, clearly enjoying the stary night.

You looked up briefly and then lay back down. Sometimes in situations like this, actions speak louder than words, and Spencer knew that with you. He slid his jacket off and wrapped a throw around the both of you, gently stroking you hair to calm you.

You could already feel yourself calming down in no time. Even though you didn't have to say anything, Spencer knew you were thankful. How you managed to snag someone this compassionate and understanding will always be a mystery to you.

[dilf-superiority]

A/N: Hello everybody!! I’m back with another fanfic but this time I’m hopefully back for good. I’m planning on writing multiple stories and maybe even a book!! If you have any ideas please just comment or DM me and I can try to write something for you. Anyways, enjoy the read!

Other Uses

Spencer Charnas x reader

Maddison Square Garden. This was it, one of the biggest shows of your career. It was amazing to have accomplished this especially with a less popular band like INK. It was only 10 am when you guys arrived at the venue and finished unpacking your equipment for the set later tonight. Luckily all that you had to unpack was the 2 guitars and multiple accessories, which compared to others was very little. The boys apparently had a whole day planned out before sound check and the performance which wasn’t until 5:15. After unloading everything into the venue, grabbing you by the arm Ricky dragged you outside, where the smell of weed and piss came flying at you. Wrinkling your nose you felt another arm fly around your shoulder. Turning and looking you saw your idiot of a brother patrick with a shit eating grin on his face. Rolling your eyes at him, you took a look at the group who had all come out to join you guys in your city adventure. Shevy, Pat, Joe, Ricky, Chris, Andy,…..

”Hey wait a minute, where’s Spen-“ you were cut off by a pair of arms lifting you off the ground and throwing you over a shoulder. “I think I found him” you said tapping your boyfriends back as a signal for him to put you down. Giving him a peck on the cheek and slipping your hand into his you turned to admire him. He was everything you wanted in a partner. He was kind, respectful, thoughtful, caring, considerate and of course super attractive. He supported you through every choice you made and you didn’t think there was anyone else out there like him.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer” Spencer’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Snickering could be heard from behind you, presumably from Pat and Ricky. Shooting a look over your shoulder, they immediately shut up and looked away. You loved them both dearly but when it came to you and Spencer’s relationship they turned into middle school girls with the ooo-ing and ahh-ing and giggling. Being the extrovert he is, Ricky had a whole day planned out for you guys; going to Central Park and 30 rock, getting a nice lunch downtown, and much more.

****timeskip****

It was around 3:00 and lunch was finishing up. The check had been payed and you were all talking while waiting for Pat to finish his meal. “Pat I love you but if you don’t eat faster I’m going to shove that food down your throat.” Everyone laughed at your comment and how Pat immediately sped up his eating. Spencer reached under the table and put his hand on your thigh, giving it a little squeeze to get your attention. Turning to you shot him a look of question, in which response to he shook his head.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom quickly, Pat you better be done with that burger by the time I get back.” Getting up to let him out, he gave a light slap to your ass and you glared in response. He put his hands up in surrender and walked away. You sat back down and continued your conversations. Feeling your phone buzz from your back pocket, you took it out to check it and saw a text from Spencer.

After lunch how about we head

back to the venue?

He was more on the introverted side, so this day had already taken a toll on him. Hearting the message you put your phone down and waited for him. By the time he got back Pat had finished his food and everybody was ready to leave. “Hey I think me and Spencer are gonna head back to MSG, we wanna take a quick Power Nap before the show” you told the rest of the group and they all acknowledged your parting ways(not without comments from Pat and Ricky) and continued with their day. Spencer took you hand in his, and you strolled back to MSG leaning your head on his shoulder. It was a about a 15 minute walk until you reached your destination. The both of you headed backstage to his dressing room where you agreed that it was nap time. Spencer plopped down on the couch, scooting back until there was enough room in-front of him for you to lay down. Instead you laid your body on-top of his, causing him to groan but still wrap his arms around you. Placing your head on his chest, it was only a few seconds until you dozed off to his heartbeat. He followed a few minutes after.

*****

The sound of snickering and hushed whispers caused you to slowly wake up. Opening your eyes you saw Joe and Ricky standing above you and Spencer with their phones out, presumably taking photos and videos to mock you guys with. “You have about 5 seconds to get your asses out of here before I beat them.” That got no reaction out of them so you started to count down. “5……4…….3…..2..” They realized that you were serious when you got to 2 and hurried out of the room. Their shenanigans had caused Spencer to stir. “Spence get up it’s time for sound check” Whispering to him and lightly shaking him to get up. After he gave you a response you stood up and stretched. “I’m gonna go set up my guitar I’ll meet you out there” Looking back over at his, you see he had rolled back over and went back to sleep. Rolling your eyes you threw a hoodie on and headed out the door. On your way out you snatched 2 water bottles, one for you to drink and the other to throw at Spence. Hitting him squarely on the ass you celebrated and headed to the stage. Ricky and Joe were outside looking at their phones. Walking by you snatched joes phone out of his hand and looked at the photos of you and Spencer cuddling. They were very sweet but knowing those idiots they would use it to taunt you on social media. “I swear if you post these anywhere Joe.” Sending the photos to yourself, you placed the phone back in joes hand and kept walking.

Reaching the stage you were handed your guitar from off stage. It was one of your favorite items in your collection for many reasons. The main body was pitch black and Stratocaster-shaped with blood splatter and the bands logo covering the surface. The fun part was the head of the instrument. It was a custom designed piece specifically for you and it was hand made by a fan. They had hand carved it into the shape of a knife, heavily inspired by the shower scene as said in the letter you received with it. Plugging in the amp cord and slinging the strap over your shoulder, you tuned your guitar and waited for Spencer to come out to stage. Grabbing a pick you started to warm up your hands by playing some scales and solos that would be featured in your show later. Switching into cords, you started to sing along to The Shower Scene which involved you to scream a bit for background vocals. However you were soon reminded by Ricky not to push it too hard as you didn’t want to hurt your throat before the big show. “Hey! Watch the intensity on those vocals , we don’t want you hurting your throat before tonight!” Suddenly a hand was placed on your shoulder from behind you. Turning your eyes met Spencer’s who had finally decided to join you guys. “Ricky’s right, be careful we don’t need you wrecking your throat. That’s what I’m for” Everybody was in shock with what Spencer said. Blood rushed to your face at his last sentence and you slowly turned around to look at everyone else. Spencer walked past you up to the microphone stand and he signaled that he was ready. You all took up your positions on the stage and waited for Pat to give the starting signal.

“Great job everyone, everything seems to be in order for tonight’s show!” With that the band put their stuff away and headed back to the dressing rooms. Everybody decided to crash in Spencer’s room while BVB and MIW did their sound checks. Grabbing the acoustic guitar from its stand, you plopped down on the couch and started strumming the intro to Jason’s mom. Pat caught on and started drumming along on the table. Soon you had a sing along going with the band and it was amazing. It was times like these that you cherished and loved. It was amazing how close a bunch of random strangers could turn into family thanks to music. After the song ended it was time to start getting ready for the performance. Everybody went to their respective dressing rooms but you stayed in Spencer’s. Shevy had already put your clothes in his room as it was routine for you guys to get dressed together. Being near him always just made you feel better, especially when you were getting dressed and dysphoria had the chance to strike. He had already peeled off his hoodie and shirt leaving him in just his pants and shoes. Seeing his bare torso was a sight you would never forget. He threw on his dress shirt and you turned around while he changed his pants. It’s not like you handing seen him naked before, it was more out of respect.

Slipping your hoodie and shirt off of your body you stared at yourself in the mirror. You could see the faint marks that resulted of the last time you and Spencer had the tour bus alone, making you smile. Covering them up with a tiny bit of makeup, you slipped into your dress shirt and changed your pants. Just then you remembered what Spencer has said earlier on the stage, and it gave you an idea. “Hey Spence, what we’re done of the other uses you said you had for my throat?” You had asked it so casually that it made Spencer let out a cough. He turned and looked at you, straightening his bow tie.

“As much as I would love to show you, we have to be onstage in 5 minutes. That will have to be an after show activity.” Jokingly you poured at him and walked over to the coffee table. Grabbing your in-ear and picks, you walked and waited in the door frame for Spencer to finish getting ready. Meeting you at the door, he kissed your cheek. “Ready handsome?” He asked you and started to leave the room. Grabbing him by his wrist you pulled him back to you and put your lips against his. He tasted like menthol cigarettes and the mint gum he was chewing earlier but most importantly, he tasted like Spencer. Pulling away you responded to his question. “You know it, popstar.” He rolled his eyes at the nickname, preferring to be referred to as a rockstar. Grabbing his hand you pulled him towards the stage. You were met by the rest of the band at the stage and did your little pre show rituals before walking on and giving MSG an amazing show.

[sketch-kenyy]

Isn't he just so dreamy?

[your-averagewriter]

Heyyy! I'd love to request a super fluffy/comfort Spencer Charnas x male reader. Lord knows I could do with cheering up :)

Summary: (y/n) goes to meet Spencer Charnas at a horror convention only to find out that he had wanted to meet him as well - a very happy coincidence (Spencer Charnas x male!reader).

Word count: 0.9K

Warnings: Swearing, blood mention

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Spencer and I met at a horror movie convention. - it was an interesting meeting as we both wanted to meet each other but I got to him first. After being a fan of Ice Nine Kills for a long time  I finally got the opportunity to meet the front man at a horror convention that I was meant to be doing signings at.

I had played a recurring character in the Scream franchise, starting in the first movie as a young child up until the most recent ones. I also had parts in various other horror movies, most notably the recent Terrifier movies. 

I’d done signing for a couple of hours now and I had a break and I knew exactly what I was gonna do during my break: meet Spencer Charnas.

It takes me a little while to find my way around the horror convention to find where his setup is and eventually once I’ve found it I get in the queue, making sure I have my Ice Nine Kills CDs and Spencer Charnas pop figure in my bag along with my Ice Nine Kills top that I’ve been wearing all day for the meet-and-greets. I also packed at least three sharpies (just in case one of them runs out).

The queue lasts a while which I’m not surprised by but eventually I get to the front and see him sat at the table. I have to try and hide my excitement as now it’s my turn but he seems slightly surprised as well.

“Hey.” I say, trying to suppress my excitement. “I’m such a big fan.” I say, looking at him with a smile as he stands up. My eyes follow him as he stands up.

“(y/n) (l/n)?” He asks, looking surprised and I nod.

“Oh wait, you know me? That’s fucking awesome.” I say, unable to hold in my excitement, what could be better than meeting your favourite celebrity and them already knowing who you are?

“Yeah, (y/c/n) in Scream and you’re in The Purge, the Friday the Thirteenth reboots and Terrifer.” My eyes go wide as he lists off the movies I’ve been in so I just nod along with a smile.

“Yeah.” I say. “That’s me.”

“Oh my god, why are you here meeting me?” He asks, smiling and chuckling. “I was gonna come meet you!” He says, causing me to gasp.

“What?” I ask, knowing this is definitely the best day of my life. “This is incredible.” I mutter to myself quietly. 

“You’re so cool.” We both say to each other in unison, making me laugh. 

“Could I get a photo?” I ask him, heart racing so fast.

“Yeah, absolutely.” He says and I walk around the table so I’m standing next to him and taking a photo of us together, smiling like idiots. “Could you send that to me?” He asks.

“I don’t have your number…” I say nervously as he gets out his phone and reads me his number. “Awesome.” I say, sending him the photo, adding his number to my contacts. “This might sound weird but could you sign my stuff?” I ask, awkwardly as I open my bag.

“Stuff?” He ask, peering into my bag as my CDs spill out onto the table and his eyes go slightly wide, even more so as I pull out the figure now looking slightly embarrassed. “I’ll get to work signing.” He chuckles sitting back down as I pass him a sharpie to use.

He starts signing, moving through all my CDs and finally getting to the figure.

“Wow. I haven’t seen one of these in a while.” He says looking at the figure from a years old release. 

“Been a fan for a while…” I admit, quietly, fidgeting from one foot to another.

“I follow you on everything, how did I not know you were a fan?” He asks himself quietly.

After signing my figure I pack all my stuff back in my bag and close it with a smile.

“Now,” He starts. “This is gonna sound a little weird.” He says, pulling something out from under his desk. “Could you sign this?” He asks laughing as he pulls out a figure of me from Terrifer making me chuckle.

“Wow, I was not expecting that. Shame they covered me in blood, it was a cute figure.” I say looking over it before signing it.

“I still think you look pretty cute.” He says, looking from the figure to me and I feel my cheeks warm.

“Here.” I say handing back the figure laughing. “I didn’t believe you when you said you were gonna come see me later but I think the figure’s convinced me.” I laugh then remember the line. “Anyway, I shouldn’t take up so much of your time.” I say noticing the people behind me. “You’re a popular man.” I smirk.

“I’ll see you around then.” He says smiling. “It was great to meet you.” 

“You too. You’re fucking awesome.” I say walking away from his table with a massive smile and a wave before turning back around.

Later that day, I get a few texts from him, one a ‘thank you’ message, another an offer to go out for coffee with him and another an offer for a part in an Ice Nine Kills music video. I accept the offer for coffee, not sure whether it was a date or not but that was cleared up when he officially asked me on another date and I accepted the role in the music video. We start filming in a couple of weeks and in those two weeks we have multiple dates booked including a cinema trip to see the new Halloween movie and I don’t think my life could get any better from here.

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AN: Thank you for the request!

This was fluffy but not very comforting so if you'd like me to write a more comfort fic then just let me know :)

Ice Nine Kills have got to be the best band I have ever seen live and I need to meet them one day haha

I hope you enjoyed reading!

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

🦈Rocking The Boat🩸

[Synopsis]: Azul offered MC/Yuu to perform a gif at the Monstro Lounge and let them choose what kind of performance they would do. Except he didn’t console with them as the Octo-schemer learned too late.

[Gender Neutral Reader]

[WARNING]: Foul language in the song and best advise to lower your volume when listening to the song.

[A/N]: This is one of my favorite songs from Ice Nine Kills when I first listened to their album, “The Silver Scream.” I highly recommend to lower your volume settings since the song can be loud in some parts and wouldn’t want to damage your ears.

[Ice Nine Kills - Rocking The Boat (ft. Jeremy Schwartz)]

[Monstro Lounge]

MC/Yuu: Are you sure you want me to perform?

Azul: Of course! You must have songs from your world many never heard of until now. It should bring more customers in.

MC/Yuu: Alright, but fair warning: it can get loud. Best to give a disclaimer if there’s anyone who may be sensitive to hearing and flashing lights. We also need a heads-up to any Mer-shark people who are present during the show.

Azul: Why would you need to add that?

MC/Yuu: You’ll see.

[8:30 p.m.]

Jade: Evening everyone. Tonight will be a grand show starring The Prefect from the Ramshackle Dorm. Before we start the special night, there will be warnings of high volumes and flashy light effects. We may also warn Mer-Shark civilians of the show.

Mer-Shark People in the audience: Why would they warn us?

Jade: They informed me it is a song about a great white shark that kills people.

Mer-Shark People: Oooh yeah.

Jade: Now, let the show begin.

[The lights dimmed and smoke effects cover the stage. Then reveals MC/Yuu, with a microphone in hand and inhales…]

MC/Yuu:

SHARK!!!!

Coast guard, this is the Orca. Do you read me?

Four and a half miles due east of Amity Island

This is an official distress call, over

We all know a place

That appears so sublime

But if you dive a little deeper

You'll hit the real bottom line

The head of the town is out there flashing his teeth

A telltale sign about to surface

That there's a monster lurking underneath

They're thrashing around but found

They can't contain the leak

'Cause I've got a fish to fry

That's feeding on the weak

So cast a line for every life they took

It's time to set the-

Lilia, as the supporting lines: Hook!

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

We all know a place

Where the calm flees at night (night, night)

And safe is just a shadow

So we swim towards the light

If this voyage of valor

Put us on deck for death

We'll compare scars with each other

Until our very last breath

Lilia: Yeah!

They're thrashing around but found

They can't contain the leak

'Cause I've got a fish to fry

That's feeding on the weak

So reel it in with every trick in the book

It's time to set the-

Lilia: Hook!

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

Coastguard, this is the Orca again

We need you out here now

The boat is under attack, it's a great white, over

Roger that, ETA fifteen minutes, over

In fifteen minutes we'll be fucking shark bait

Last chance to make amends

Lilia: So try to stay afloat

With sharks like you among us

Lilia: We'll need a bigger boat

Sold us down the river

Lilia: So the rich could stay rich

But now you've been caught

Lilia: So smile…

You son of a bitch

Sinking with the burning embers

Should be any sign of doubt

That this tale will be remembered

And the tide will forever flush them out

We're all just floating in a shallow grave

Lilia: Buoyed by the blood of the masses

They'd rather sell out that instead of save

We're all so starving that we've taken the bait

Lilia: You think we would've learned from the past

That the predator will soon become-

Lilia: The prey!

[After the song was finished, the audience applauded and whistled.]

[After the show]

Azul: Prefect, that was…

Floyd: AWESOME! Shrimpy surprised everyone tonight.

MC/Yuu: Thanks, but you can compliment Lilia for his vocals.. It wasn't easy screaming the parts and had to practice. It woke the Ghosts up because they thought a Banshee came by.

Azul: The song came from your world and based on a killer shark.

MC/Yuu: Yeah, from Steven Spielberg's movie "Jaws". I still get excited to watch parts where Bruce gets his victims in the water.

Azul: You scare me sometimes, Prefect. You really do.

✨[Reblogs helps creators and creates for more content]💫

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Art the Clown x Reader SMUT • headcanons, how Art fucks, what he gets off to, etc

big content warning! contains some stuff that may gross you out; read at your own risk: menstruation kink, piss kink, oral sex, anal sex, object insertion, blood kink, various weapons mentioned, bondage, human hair and bones, butts and what comes out of butts, public sex, cockwarming, mostly dom!Art and sub!reader

🔪 Remember the work desk with all of Art’s weapons and tools on it? He knows you want him to fuck you, but he’s got shit to do (meaning weapons to build) so he lets you sit under the desk, cockwarming him while he works. You’re on the ground between his knees, patiently holding him in your mouth. When he finishes constructing his latest instrument of torture/slaughter, Art pats his palm against his thigh, wordlessly telling you to climb up into his lap and ride him.🩸

🔪 Art enjoys blood and guts, so it goes without saying that during your period, he’s particularly eager to fuck you. He can detect the slight change in your scent, usually aware you’ve begun to bleed even before you know. He plays with your pussy like it’s a new, special toy when you’re bleeding, spreading your lips and tracing his name on your inner thighs in red. Seeing/touching/tasting blood that comes from you is special to Art. It’s the only time he gets to play in blood without it being the result of him hurting someone, so that makes the experience unique for him. He saves your used pads for ‘alone time,’ using them later as a ‘sleeve,’ to masturbate with.🩸

🔪 Art sometimes fucks you with unconventional objects, like the handle of one of his weapons (knife, axe) or the neck of a bottle. If you’ve displeased him but he still wants to fuck you, he might deny you his cock and instead use something else, like the handle of one of his knives or the barrel of an (empty!) gun, to make you come instead of his cock, as a degrading ‘punishment.’🩸

🔪 Art loves bondage. He knows what he’s doing when it comes to tying knots, as evidenced by the multiple victims you’ve watched him restrain. He enjoys the power dynamic of being in absolute control of another person. When that crosses over into sex, you both get off on him tying you up and doing whatever the fuck he wants with your body.🩸

🔪 Art’s methods can border on sadistic at times (I mean how could they not??) but because he wants to keep you around to play with for the long haul, he never pushes you beyond the limits of safety, no matter how many new ways he comes up with to plug every hole in your body. If we know anything about Art, it’s that he’s perceptive. He studies the way your body responds to different forms of stimulation and mentally catalogs the information for later. All of his skill in crafting tools of torture means he’s able to create customized ‘toys,’ to fuck you with. But the thing is, they’re never normal, or sweet; they always contain something fucked-up and sick. Art once surprised you with a whip he’d put together for you. Its strands were soft and felt so good gliding over your clit. You came so hard when Art whipped your pussy till it was puffy and leaking. It would have been a wonderful gift, if you hadn’t realized later, upon closer inspection, that the strands now wet with your cum were in fact strands of human hair. And the custom dildo Art made for you, the one that was so smooth and colored beige/white? You later found out Art had chiseled and smoothed down a human bone to make it for you. The information almost made you sick on the spot. Art found your horrified reaction hilarious, of course, and it didn’t stop him from laying you down and fucking you with it all the same…🩸

🔪 ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL …

He loves to fuck you in the ass. Art’s a nasty little motherfucker when it comes to the stuff that comes out of butts, and I’m not gonna elaborate here, but you can use your imagination to follow where I’m going with this…🩸

🔪 Art has zero inhibitions: he kills anyone, anywhere. Imagine that relating to sex; of course he’s going to fuck you wherever he wants, including places where you might get caught. Sex in public/risky spaces feels natural to Art, because he literally does not give a single fuck. Remember the first time you ever saw him? When you stumbled out the back door of that sleazy little bar in your home town, so drunk off your ass you thought you were leaving through the front? Art was in the alleyway behind the bar, black garbage bag hoisted over his shoulder, not even looking for anyone to fuck up but when he saw you, he knew he’d found a victim for the night. He’d planned to stalk you home and do unspeakable things to you-but as you took the lead and approached him, there in the alleyway, he was caught off guard, his whole plan upended the moment you slid your arms around his waist, stood up on your tiptoes, and placed a soft, sloppy kiss on his cheek. He was awestruck, and even if he could speak, Art would still have been at a loss for words. You walked him backward a few steps, lining him up against a dumpster in the alleyway. You began fondling him through his costume, grinning when you realized his body had already begun to respond. One thing led to another, and within minutes, Art had you bent over that dumpster, with a fresh hole torn in the front of his costume where your bodies were joined…🩸

🔪 No one would associate The Miles County Clown with tenderness, but if they knew Art, they would see a softer side of him only you do. He’s still fucking deranged, don’t get me wrong. But Art also has moments of vulnerability, when there’s nothing he wants more than to hold you. Sitting in Art’s lap, he wraps his arms around you and stays still, so still, just enjoying the soft thump of your heartbeat against his, and the low hum of your breath on his chest. Your nearness calms the monster inside Art so well that sometimes, he forgets he is the monster itself…🩸

🔪 Another benefit of having you in his lap? Art realized he could use his strength to make you stay in his lap no matter how badly you had to get up and take a piss, forcing you to wet yourself all over him. You felt him gradually getting hard under you as you began to wriggle on his lap. Art could see your discomfort, and when you told him you needed to get up and take a piss, he refused to release you. You’d expect him to be smiling at you at a time like this, silently mocking you; but the look in his eyes was deathly serious, pitch black and full of a demented lust that would have had you locked you in place even if his arms hadn’t. Blushing into his shoulder, you accepted the fact that Art wasn’t letting go of you any time soon, and that he really was into this. He wanted this to happen. You allowed your bladder to empty, a soft trickle saturating your panties, followed by a steady stream of hot piss that spread over Art’s lap. His clothes were soaked through below the waist, your piss running down between his thighs and dampening the couch cushion beneath you. Art was rock hard by this point, his wet cock throbbing against your pussy. He lifted you off his lap just enough to reach between your bodies and position his tip against your entrance, then used your piss as a lube to slide inside you…🩸

[silentdoves]

Certainly Fucked You Up and Made You Have Sex With A Psychopath (Silence x Reader)

Silence breaks in to have some fun with you, but they quickly realize how much you're enjoying this.

18 + MINORS DNI

word count: 2.3k

amab silence x amab reader || smut || first person reader pov

content warnings: breaking in, dubcon, smut, choking, breath play.

no beta or editing we die like men (i'm also afab idk what amab anatomy or sex is like give me a little break)

also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47162284

My front door was open when I woke up.

I didn’t know what to think of it. I knew I had locked it the night before, yet as I stared at it I began to doubt myself. It didn’t close right sometimes, but I was certain it was closed when I had locked it. Convincing myself it was some weird, natural occurrence, I closed and locked it before searching every shadow of my apartment. Finding nothing, I tried to let it drop as I went about my day. However, the feeling of being watched lingered with me through the day. Every time I turned around, I felt like I’d find someone watching me. But there was never anything there. The feeling heightened to paranoia as night came. I triple checked all my locks, now on the verge of a panic. I kept seeing something outside my windows, though when I turned they were never really there. Finally, I was reassured enough that I made my way to my bed, curling up into a ball and falling into a light sleep.

I woke up to them standing over me. At the foot of my bed was a figure, clad in shadows from the little light in the room. The moonlight allowed me to make out some details, but even then there wasn’t much to see. They wore a black trench coat, pants, and gloves. Almost everything they wore was black except for their mask. A silence mask, it has an X over one eye and a line across the other. The mask mouth had lines drawn across like stitches. They stared down at me, head cocked to one side. I was frozen in place, unsure of what to do. They hadn’t advanced on me, just simply stared. Fear and confusion flooded my brain. How the fuck did they get in? Neither of us moved, both just keeping eye contact with each other. A minute passed before they moved, and they crept closer to me. Their movement snapped me out of my shock and I flew towards the door. I felt them swipe for me as I threw the door open. Not daring to look back, I stumbled out of my bedroom and towards the front door. But I wasn’t fast enough. Before I knew it, I was pinned to the ground. Silence was on top of me, the blank eyes of the mask staring straight through me. I tried struggling, I tried to get out of their grasp, but I couldn’t. I was stuck. I was trapped. The figure stared at me for awhile, seeming to take in my features while they held me down. I let them look, knowing that I would probably escape if I just went along with what they were doing. One of their hands made its way to my face, gently gripping my chin and moving my head side to side. Another moment passed before they released my face, their free hand now trailing down my body. I shuttered under their touch, trying to pull away as much as I could. They held me firmly in place, not allowing me much movement.

“Please, what do you want?” I cried out, still struggling and trying to fight my way out of their grasp. Their free hand gripped my hip. Their fingers dung in harshly, sure to leave bruises. That is, if I got out of this alive. I looked my attacker over, seeing if I could see anything of note. They wore all black and covered every bit of skin. I whined softly. “Please…”

The Silence leaned closer to me, their face up close to mine. My breath caught as they stared at me, a fucked up mixture of fear and arousal growing in my chest. One last time, I tried to escape their grasp. And, once again, they held me firmly in place. They dropped their hips on mine, what I assumed to be more weight in holding me down. However, I quickly realized I was wrong when I felt something poke at me from their pants. My eyes widened, and a breathy chuckle sounded from behind their mask. They began to grind their hips on me, the fingers wrapped around my wrists tightening their grip. I fought back a moan, trying to convince the masked stranger I wasn’t into this. But as they continued to grind and I watched their dick harden in their pants, I knew my reaction wouldn’t change anything. I let a soft moan slip from my lips, feeling my own cock harden from the sensations. I had always found the Silence hot, and now I couldn’t fight back those thoughts any longer. Rolling my hips, I grinded back against them. The hand that held my wrists trailed down my face to my neck, squeezing hard. I felt the blood flow and air flow cut off, creating a sense of euphoria. Whining out softly, my hands moved down their body. I pulled them closer, craving the touch and pleasure they were giving me. Their free hand began to tug on my pants, though it was hazy with their hand still around my throat. Finally their hand was removed and I could breath again. My senses came crashing back. I was hyperaware of their body on mine, and their erection pressed against mine. My cock throbbed, arousal building in my body. I needed them, and I began to tug at their clothes to let them know that. I helped them take my clothes off, stripping me down to nothing. I whined, a wordless plead to let me undress them too, They only allowed me to pull their pants down, however, before they brushed my hands off.

“Come on, please, I need you,” I whispered. The fact that they had done so little and had already reduced me down to this point was humiliating, but hot. The Silence’s now unclothed cock rubbed against mine, sending waves of pleasure up my body. A gasp escaped my lips. My hands found place on their back, pulling them ever closer to me. Heavy, labored breathing could be heard from behind their mask as the grinding continued. Precum dripped from both our cocks, our arousals even more obvious than before. Their cock poked at my ass, their grip on my hips was tight. They paused, and I watched them raise a hand.

“L-U-B-E.” I watched as they finger signed the letters, their head cocking slightly to show their intent. I smiled, and they let me stand. They knew I wouldn’t try to escape now. I began to walk off, though I stopped. Taking their hand, I urged them to come with me.

“A bed would be more comfortable, no?” I grinned as we quickly made our way to my bedroom. The lube was barely out of the drawer before Silence was pushing me onto the bed. They were hungry in a lustful way, so fucking desperate for me. The thought made my stomach flutter and my cock throb. Our faces were close, allowing me to place a soft kiss on their mask. They hesitated, before the hand on the back of my head urged me to do more. A few more kisses on the mask then lead to a full make out session with it. Odd, but still hot. Hand trailing down their chest, I wrapped my fingers around their cock. Still making out with the mask, I began to pump their cock. My hands moved slow at first, getting them warmed up before I sped up. Loud breathes once again came from behind the mask. One hand still lingered on the back of my head and the other kept a bruising grip on my hip. I caught my breath and pressed my forehead to theirs as my eyes drifted down to their cock. My hand slowed down to merely teasingly stroking their dick. The hand on the back of my head trailed down my body. Their gloved hand brushed against the sensitive skin. My cock was painfully hard, and it twitched with every touch. I whined and whimpered, mindless begs slipping from my lips. Before I knew it, I was pushed on my back with Silence climbing over me. One of their hands was covered in lube, and had begun to poke at my ass. One finger slid in with ease. With the second finger came a loud moan. My hands flew to the sheets beneath me, gripping on for dear life. Their fingers began to move, pumping in and out of me. I squeezed my eyes closed and held back a particularly loud moan. I felt a third finger slide in as their thrusts sped up. A mumbled string of pleads fell from my lips. It felt good, it felt so good but I needed more. I needed their cock. They knew how badly I needed them, too.

Retracting their fingers from my ass, I felt their cock now on my body. It rubbed teasingly against my ass. Enough lube had been used that it threatened to slip inside me already. Silence leaned forward, their body hovering over mine. One hand was guiding their cock inside of me while the other was resting beside my head. I felt my ass stretch around the, as they pushed their cock inside me. Fuck, they were big. They moved slow, letting me get used to their size. My head fell back against the bed, eyes rolling closed. A loud moan slipped out, their cock hitting my g-spot. Waves of pleasure shot through me. Their hips drew back before snapping forward again. Louder and louder noises came from my throat. Through the pleasure I felt their gloved fingers wrap around my cock. hand pumping my cock, I felt my release grow closer and closer. My words slurred together as I tried to speak, as I tried to warn them. But they understood me, because I felt their hold on my cock disappear. Whining, I bucked my hips. I needed more touch, I needed them again. Their thrusts became slower but still went deep. They were edging me, slowly bringing me to my brink before pausing the pleasure. I muttered some incompressible begs, and that seemed enough to urge them on once more. Their thrusts were even harder, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. They jacked me off hard, and I was quickly brought back to the edge. The warmth in my groin swelled, pulsing through my body as it burst. Cum shot from my cock, leaking all over Silence’s hand. A loud moan escaped with the cum, and my body jolted from the pleasure. The hand around my cock didn’t slow down, and the cock inside me didn’t either. Silence fucked me through my orgasm, causing more moans and cries to pour from my mouth. Soft begs for them to stop or slow down fell from my lips, but we both knew I didn’t actually want that. Their cock was deep inside me, striking me at my core. Every thrust produced another moan. Finally, their fingers released my overstimulated cock and I could breathe again. Their hips didn’t falter, however, and once more I found a knot in my stomach that was about to burst. I squeezed my eyes closed, the pleasure almost becoming too much.

The touch of a leathery hand traced up my stomach and chest. They left teasing touches on my neck before their fingers now wrapped around it. Their grip was loose at first, their hand just lingering on the sensitive skin. Their hips slowed once more as I felt them tighten their grip. With the restriction of blood to my brain, I felt my brain begin to falter and become foggy. I whined softly when their hips stopped completely. They were intent on choking me, though I only realized how intent they were when I felt their palm press against the front of my throat. Pain mixed with the previous pleasure, and I was very quickly out of air. I grabbed their wrist, attempting to pull them away but they wouldn’t budge. I tried to beg, but I didn’t get very far with no air in my lungs. As I started to feel light headed, their cock inside me began to move again. They thrusted hard and deep, being sure to hit my g-spot with every thrust. My mouth fell open, but no noise came out. My mind was fuzzy from all the pleasure and pain and I couldn’t think of anything other than their cock inside of me. Finally, once I was on the verge of passing out, their hand let up. Breath filled my lungs quickly, causing a harsh cough to shoot back out. Silence didn’t move their hand far, though, now pushing my head hard into the bed. My cock twitched before more cum seeped out of it. Another loud, voice cracking moan accompanied my orgasm. And again, Silence continued to fuck me through my orgasm until finally I felt them cum too. With their cock completely inside of me, our hips flush together, I felt them release their warm cum inside of me. A groan came from their mask before the leaned their body down close to mine. Their chest was barely inches from mine, their head in the crook of my neck. They were breathing heavily, their cock still completely inside of me. I also found myself breathing heavy, though my mind was still fuzzy from all the sensations. All I could focus on was one thing, the only thing I needed at the moment.

“More, please.”