#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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[artsfinalgirl]

It’s timeeeeeeeee

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Make you scream

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Warnings: SMUT, Ghost face Ice Nine Kills au, knife kink, blood kink, mask kink

An: I'm probably going to hell for this so enjoy!

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You were lying in bed It was about 3:00 AM in the morning and you heard a noise that startled you awake.

Suddenly, a chill ran down your spine and you sat up in bed, looking around the room. It was dark except for the light that shined through the windows. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

You saw something out of the corner of your eye and turned to look, only to find a figure standing at the foot of your bed. You froze and let out a small gasp.

The figure was dressed in black and wore a ghost like mask. You couldn’t see his face, only his eyes. His eyes were cold and dark, staring into yours. You could feel the evil in them, even from across the room.

You could see a knife in his hand and you knew he was the one you had been searching for all this time. He was the one who had been killing all those people. He was the ghost face killer that the news warned about. He was here for you, to kill you.

You tried to move, to get away from him, but your body wouldn’t move. You were paralyzed with fear.

He walked closer to you and you could almost feel his cold breath on your skin through the mask. You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t find your voice. He raised the knife to your throat and you closed your eyes, waiting for the pain.

But nothing happened.

You opened your eyes to find he had taken off the mask and was, still holding the knife. But now you could see his face, and it was twisted into a sick smile.

He had dark slicked back back hair, sharp facial features with dark hazel eyes.

“You’re a real screamer, aren’t you?” he asked in a sarcastic yet low voice. His voice sent chills down your spine and you wanted to run, but you couldn’t. You were trapped and he knew it.

He ran the knife against your cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to feel the tip of the blade. He was playing with you, like a cat plays with a mouse before it kills it. You were at his mercy.

"Please don't hurt me" you stutter out tears starting to form in your eyes. "Please I'll do anything I'll give you anything you want don't hurt me please!" you beg him. He laughs at you.

“Don’t hurt you?” he mocks. “I’m a killer, what did you expect?” He raises the knife and you close your eyes, ready to meet your maker.

But instead of feeling pain, you feel something else, his hand grab onto your waist and push you down onto the bed. You open your eyes to find him straddling you, knife in hand. He looks at you with his dark hazel eyes. "I'm not going to kill you." he says.

"What do you mean?" you ask, confused. "You're the ghost face killer. You kill people."

He laughs. "I do, but I'm not going to kill you." he leans in closer, his breath on your neck. "You're going to be my toy."

He runs his hands over your body, groping you like an animal. You feel your body betraying you and you whimper in response. "I'm not going to kill you, but you are going to be mine." he whispers into your ear. "I'm going to make you scream."

He runs the knife across your body, making small cuts and you gasp. He leans down , licking the blood off of you.

"Does that hurt?" he asks.

You shake your head. "No."

He smiles, he liked that answer. "Good, I'm not going to hurt you." he says. "Do I have permission to fuck you baby doll?" he asks.

You look at him, you're scared of him. He's the ghost face killer. He's a monster, but you can't deny the heat between your legs.

"Yes." you say, looking away from him.

He laughs and runs the knife along your body, making more cuts and you gasp.

He leans in close and you can feel his cold breath on your neck. "I'm going to fuck you, you're going to be mine." he whispers. He kisses your neck and you moan, feeling his hand move between your legs. He moves his fingers in circles around your clit, making you squirm under him.

You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter and you want him, you need him.

He takes his hand away from you and you whine. He laughs. "Don't worry baby doll, I'll fuck you soon." he says.

He pulls your underwear down and you feel a rush of air on your pussy. You're exposed and he's looking at you, his eyes taking in your pussy.

"You have a nice little cunt." he says. "I'm going to fill it up with my cock."

He unzips his pants and pulls out his dick. You gasp. It was big and you weren't sure if you could fit it inside you.

But he didn't seem to care, he just rubbed the tip of it against your pussy and you gasp. You were so wet and his touch felt amazing.

He pushed his cock inside you and you let out a loud moan. He was so big and it hurt, but you wanted him. You wanted him to fuck you.

He thrust into you hard and you screamed. You felt his hand cover your mouth, muffling the sound. He was deep inside you and you were stretching to fit him.

He looked at you with his dark hazel eyes and you looked at him. You could see the lust in his eyes. He was enjoying this and so were you.

He pulled his cock out and you whimper. He looked at you with a smile. "Don't worry baby doll, I'm not done with you yet."

He pulled his cock out and you whine. You wanted him inside you.

He flipped you over and you gasped. You were on your stomach and you could feel him moving behind you. He pushed his cock inside you and you moaned. He was deep inside you and you wanted more.

He started to thrust into you, pushing his cock in and out of your pussy. You felt him grab onto your hips and hold them, fucking you harder.

You could hear the sounds of our bodies slapping together and you moan. You were getting close and he knew it.

"I'm going to come inside you baby doll." he whispered. "You're going to take my cum like a good little slut."

You whine, feeling his cock throb inside you. You were close too. His words were dirty and it was making you hornier than ever before.

He fucked you harder and you felt your orgasm hit you. You moan and he moaned along with you, coming inside you. You felt his hot cum fill you up and you moan.

He pulled his cock out and you whimper. You were empty and you wanted more. But he just laughed and kissed your cheek.

"You're mine now baby doll." You hear him say before you pass out from exhaustion.

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An: should I do a part 2???

[grav3yardbb92]

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💚💜

[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.

[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.

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[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…🩸

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Is he hot or am I just mentally ill?

The awnser: yes

[parfaitblogs]

snow on the beach ❀ s. reid x reader

in which your boyfriend takes you to see the snow in the oddest of places. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: fluff tags: established relationship. mention of a past fling (between spencer and r). snow on a beach? word count: >1k a/n: summer fling!spencer reid/reader is a dynamic ive been cooking up with margot... here is them as an actual couple for liamas. we'll give you their origin story one day. 

❄︎ advent calendar masterlist

"Do you want to see the snow?"

When your boyfriend had asked you that nine hours ago, you did not expect to be stuck inside a car for eight hours straight. With one singular pit stop for the bathroom and some dinner. You could've cussed him out on the spot. 

You didn't.

Instead, as you stepped out of the car at an awfully familiar location, you whipped your head around to Spencer Reid, and asked, as calmly as you could, "Were there no closer beaches?"

"None that have forecasted snow like this," he answers, and you had to give him credit, for it was probably true. 

There were flurries of snow surrounding your bodies, catching in your hair and on your mitten clad hands, and you could see a few flakes of snow fall on Spencer's own skin. You smile. 

"Besides," he says, taking your hand within his and tugging you along the path down to the beach. "None have sentimental value like this one."

"You hate it here," you comment, your feet dragging along in the sand as he pulls you closer to the crashing waves on the shore. 

"I hate the water here. Bad memories."

"Same thing."

"And you love it here," he murmurs, barely audible over the wind rushing past your ears, and so he tugs you closer to him, arms looped around your waist. 

"I do love it here," you nod, hands tracing up his arms. "I've never seen snow on a beach."

"Do you like it?"

"It's so pretty," you mumble, turning your head to the side, staring out at the water, vision clouded by the falling snowflakes. "C'mon."

You pull on his arm suddenly, and he's shocked into stumbling after you, before he realises the direction you're headed, and he's stammering out a mess of denials.

"Hey, no. No, no. The water is ice cold. That can shock our hearts and cause panic, or spike our blood pressure and that can cause heart failure and—"

"—Are you eighty and vulnerable?" you muse.

"Eighty, no. Vulnerable, maybe. I'm not in the business of discovering if I am. You shouldn't be either."

"Spencer, our feet in the water won't kill us," you say, slipping your shoes off your feet, grimacing at the mix of cold sand and snow beneath them. 

He seems to give up trying to fight your decision. Perhaps keenly aware that you're not backing down, and instead follows suite in taking his shoes off. 

"I'll put you on my cause of death," he grumbles.

"No. You're gonna live forever, boy genius," you deny, dragging him closer to the water. 

Icicles prickle your skin as you step into the freezing water, and you almost sorely regret your decision. Spencer's in the same boat, and you feel his hand around yours squeeze your palm at the feeling. The sight's enough for you to relax a little, and laugh at him.

Once your blood circulates better — or your feet go numb — you lean into Spencer, staring out at the moon.

"At least I'm not throwing you into the water this time," you chirp after a few moments of quiet. 

It was the middle of the previous summer, before you and Spencer had even told each other about the feelings you had for the other. Feelings that were, frankly, quite obvious, now looking back on it. You blame your obliviousness on attraction hidden under the guise of never being more than a summer thing. 

If only you knew then.

You had taken him to this very Falmouth beach at night, begging him to go for a night swim with you. It took a whole lot of convincing before he had even agreed to put his feet in the water, claiming he hates how unpredictable the ocean can be, even in the shallowest of shores. 

Though, rushing water around your ankles meant his already less-than-perfect balance was thrown off incredibly, and you were able to tug him down into the water. Evidently, soaking both himself, and you. 

You're pretty sure the way he reacted is what solidified your feelings for him. 

Instead of freaking out on you and being angry, he had laughed, spluttered the salt water and sand out of his mouth, and simply splashed you with the ocean.

You weren't going to do the same thing tonight, though. As much as you'd hate to admit it, the water was freezing cold, and you really weren't interested in submerging yourself within it. 

"That's true," he agrees. "Though, I think losing my feet to hypothermia might rival being as bad as you soaking me."

"You'll be fine," you shrug, waving him off. 

More minutes pass, as you stand there, the only sounds coming from the rushing water and the wind blowing snowflakes around your two bodies. The sky is painted with the snow that falls, white on black.

"I love this beach," you say, decidedly, the beauty of it all making you oddly sentimental.

"We've established that," he teases.

You shove him with your shoulder. He shoves you back. 

"Personally, I hate this beach."

"I hate you," you huff, turning around to face him, and he's steadying his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. 

"Okay. Now say that without a smile on your face," he challenges, head ducking down closer to yours, eyebrows risen. 

You couldn't wipe the lovesick grin off your face even if you tried.

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[corollaservant]

Sweet Delight // Gojo x f!reader (18+)

Synopsis: You are too nice to be serving rude customers for minimum wage. Rest assured that Satoru will take care of it.

Warnings: yandere, obsessive behavior, noncon/very dubious consent, somno, stalking, knives, deception, mind games, murder mentions, violence (not to reader).. that's all.

A/N: Yan!Gojo is Joe Goldberg to me, idk. Beta read by my guy bsf who said the ending sucked (inspired by quote used in this book)

It started on a Friday afternoon.

He was a regular, came to the store every day to get his coffee. No sugar. Iced. The order was unlike him, he seemed sweet, or at least friendly and inviting, he had the type of eyes your friends gushed over when talking about their favorite movie stars, too blue, too inquiring.

At first he smiled and handed you a bill, told you to keep the change and asked you if he could sit outside for a bit. Of course, why wouldn’t he? The store offered it and he knew it, he was just being polite. He would read from a book, whose cover you couldn’t see, seemed too absorbed and you often wondered how he could concentrate with the café’s obnoxiously loud music (owner’s order to attract customers). He’d more than often catch bystanders attention, be it his white hair, his tall physique or his peculiar blindfold, which he wore sometimes instead of sunglasses, the man was attracting people like a magnet. This one time a couple of girls sat down next to him and talked purposefully loud. He lifted his chair and brought it closer to the register, closer to you. Yet, he still didn’t speak.

The first time he spoke to you besides a thanks and can I sit outside for a bit was when a customer harassed you verbally. You got the order wrong and while you offered a second free drink, he started calling you worthless. Your eyes watered and voice broke as he stepped in

“Please do not offend the barista, it was a simple mistake.” He spoke calmly while being twice the size of the customer.

“This is none of your business, sir..” The customer scoffed as he tried standing upright to make himself taller.

“I said.” Satoru sighed “Please get the fuck out the store or it will be..sir.” While there wasn't any physical threat, the tone was convincing enough to have the customer backtrack, hiss and leave the store empty handed.

“I'm sorry for that.” You told him as he looked at you.

“Don't be, this wasn't your fault.”

“I'm Satoru by the way, remember me?”

Of course you did, he was the most loyal customer.

—

It happened on a Friday afternoon.

Your shift started at 1 PM and ended at 9 PM sharp. Satoru had a meticulous routine: 1-3 was for observing. He wouldn't call it stalking, no, that word was degenerate and he wasn't like that. He was just observing you, your hands, as they moved, expressions as you skimmed milk and some of it spilled on the counter, your interactions with customers. He couldn't risk another incident like before. 3-6 was when he usually made an appearance. Black coffee. No sugar, iced and the table just across the bar; close but not too close. He was disappointed today, you hadn't looked at him once—well, in your defense the café was crowded, yet you still looked gorgeous, even with your sleep deprived eyes and disheveled hair, so soft and pure. He loved that. What would it take for him to get your attention? He found himself balancing between proclaiming his feelings and showing you them but decided on the latter. He would—today.

6-9 he had to wait in his car this time, it was raining but he couldn't leave you out of his sight, what if something happened to you? Your stupid manager had you close the store at 9 PM all alone in the dark, what a cheapskate cunt, not hiring a second person on the shift. Should he kill him? No, that’d be too soon. He would make an appearance before nine anyway.

8:40 was when he got out of the car, sloppily wearing a balaclava he’d gotten from Suguru (his seventh grade ninja Halloween costume) and his usual black work uniform. A knife was in his hands as he noticed you from across the road washing some cups. Perfect, you weren't looking but also careless of you, exactly as expected. He barged in the store and tried his hardest to make his voice drop an octave deeper, shit, would you recognize him?

“Give me your money or I'll stab you.” He was laughing internally but had to put on a fake growl, your expression was priceless.

“P—please don't kill me!” was the first thing you said (brokenly mewled) as your poor hands started shaking.

“I said now.” He said as he stabbed the blade in the air. Damn, that was too easy, you were too gullible.

“P–please I will, I–I am all alone.. one moment–'' Poor you, you had already started crying, tears were falling down your face but you didn't seem to notice. Should he stop this now? Probably.

“How incompetent are you? Are you this slow with customers too?” He decided to tease you a little longer, thriving off of your reactions.

Your eyes shot up for a brief second, was it the customer with Satoru a few days ago? He had said something along these lines, but this couldn't be. He was way shorter and had stopped coming ever since Satoru put him in his place. You were thankful for that.

Your hands opened the register as the paper bills you held threatened to soak, you still had one glove on... you looked a bit silly.

“Hey, hey..” Satoru’s voice quickly returned as the mask was removed “It's just me, see?” He whispered, trying to soothe the tone as your eyes widened.

“S–Satoru, what!?” Your voice trembled as the money fell from your hands and you took a step back.

“I wanted to pull a prank on you, I'm sorry if I scared you.” He smiled apologetically but you still couldn't utter a word.

“W-why would you do that? That's sick!” You cried out as he came behind the bar and tried to pull you in an embrace, knife now tucked in his jacket. To get close to you, to teach you a lesson, to make you need me would be his answer. You punched him on the chest, muffled cries fell from your lips. Well... you couldn't land a blow, that was for sure, but you looked cute with your clenched fists taking out your anger on him.

“F–fuck you!” His firm hands stopped your weak, aimless punches and you sobbed on his chest. You smelled divine, even at the end of your shift.

Was this love?

“Hey.. come on now, I said I'm sorry, okay?” He said as he pulled away.

“Came to say I'll stay with you till 9, it's not safe out there.” He promised as you wordlessly returned to the sink. He'd make you love him.

Around 9:10 you closed the store. His prank had slowed you down, exactly as expected, he figured it wasn't often you lost control and he was proud it affected you. It made you susceptible to control. You silently sat with Satoru outside while he insisted on driving you home.

“I don't need a ride. I'm fine.” It wasn't funny to tamper with your feelings like that, he didn't seem like the type and he'd taken you by surprise; actions like these didn't align with the image he painted for himself. He was always so kind, so protective, so—

“Give me the fucking store keys!” was heard before you turned your attention to the voice ahead of you. A man shouted, not too loud to alert anyone but enough to make a point. The street was empty and he was holding what seemed like a paper bag as you turned to Satoru.

This surely had to be another one of his pranks? You were about to laugh when you looked at him. He seemed taken aback, frozen in his spot and his eyes squinted as your heartbeat accelerated.

“What is it with this neighborhood and robberies?” Satoru talks after a while, his tone is confident as he looks at you and the guy growls. Why is he so calm?What is going on?—

“Shut the fuck up and give me the keys or I'll fucking blow your heads off!” The man says moving his hand to your direction, was this guy bluffing? Did he even have anything under the bag? Was your life about to end? It wasn't like people didn't talk about the criminals in the neighborhood—you’d never work there if it wasn't for necessity.

“And if we don't?” Satoru stops you from reaching for the keys as he fights hard to wipe off the grin on his face. Well, that was unexpected, but he isn't scared, he never is, as you interrupt.

“Satoru! P–please! Let me give him the keys!” You cry out, the day straight out of a nightmare the longer it drags on and you honestly can't put up another fight. You'd rather have whoever this was steal an insignificant amount of money from the register than end your life. Sure, there wasn't much to live for, but it was always different when under real threat.

“You’d give him the keys, really?” He scoffs annoyed. He couldn’t believe what a victim you were, couldn't you see he was right there for you? Despite his abilities you still failed to see him. Silly you.

“What c-can we do? He..he– and we–” Was this really the time? Why is he even negotiating this?

“Bitch, stop talking.” The guy spits, tired of your back and forth, as Satoru finally addresses him.

“That’s not very nice.” He is calm.

So calm that you almost don't see his fist obliterating the guy. One punch and he's knocked down, Satoru climbs on top.He pulls his fists down interchangeably but it's fast and you can't count, must be about seven that leave the guy with no time to react, hands to his sides as he yelps. Satoru reaches for his pocket and is about to grab the knife, when he feels two warm hands touch him and he turns around.

“P–please! Let's just go home!” You sob, eyes wide and the pain in your voice breaks his heart. Home, you said? He gets up and kicks the man’s limbs like a soccer ball—blood oozes down his mouth onto the curb and he chokes on some of it. Satoru's knuckles are stained but he gives you his hand as the pulp ahead withers.

Home.

-

He gave you clothes, a sleep set he had in his closet, you’d never know it was specifically tailored and cut out to your size, how would you know? It’s not like he’d tell you he stole (he called it borrow) articles you discarded at work. Your jacket when too hot, a change of pants as he brought them to the store's bathroom and returned them just as discreetly at 5:30 PM. They smelled like you, but he couldn’t categorize the odor, it was too hard. As for the color.. that he didn't care about. Anything would work really. His mind couldn't stop racing when he heard the shower head start, you'd never agree to his hospitality but that was his home, his rules. You also had a very rough day and it didn't take a lot to convince you.

He offered you his bed, he’d sleep on the couch and despite you objecting, he got you to comply. He could only imagine how much today drained you— physically and mentally. He let you sleep, he wasn't some monster, plus he had work to do. You’d wake up around 9, he calculated, so he had time.

When he finally sat down the couch, he couldn't sleep. Knowing you were there, so close and so vulnerable broke him. He didn't wait for his hair to dry — spot cleaning blood on the sink stole away his energy as he slipped on the bed, you were facing the wall and he placed his arms around you. You made no noise but you didn't seem to be sleeping heavily either, you’d slightly toss and turn. Poor you, was it a nightmare? He smelled your shampoo, it wasn't yours really but a variation of the ones you had at home as his fingers went through strands of your hair. He came closer, wanting to feel your body's heat and moved to your chest. His fingers sought your heart as he felt your pulse. A cock pressed against you—he’d been hard for some time and it wouldn’t go away as his palms searched for your nipples. One pinch and they were already hard, shit, he thought as he moved his dick on you. What if he went lower? Would you be a good girl for him? He moved to your belly as he put one leg softly over you, angling his cock directly at your cunt's entrance from behind while he rubbed against the folds, palms finding you from the front. He loved this embrace, all his to play with. He traced the slit and rubbed some more. You felt so soft and tempting. He’d bet no one could protect you like him and that gave him motivation. Yeah, that was right, he deserved a little thank you for his hard work. He fondles your cunt while his stiff cock annoys him, he’ll deal with it later. He buries a finger inside you, your cunt is wet, he thinks and you're not even conscious. Satoru pumps it slowly, it lubricates you in the process as it coats him halfway—he groans far from your ear and pushes another. You inhale sharply.

He pops them in and out until he fears he's becoming too fast so he removes his palm and uses your slick for his pleasure now. Boxers and sweatpants are removed as he wraps around the shaft, his precum gets smeared on his cockhead and he brings it down his base, it creates a wet mess and he gets off on it. He doesn't need much visually, your back softly breathing is enough to pump faster but— you felt so warm, he reasons, should he? You’d be his soon enough so might as well. He quickly turns to your side and lowers the set you're wearing (you'd think he intentionally sized up so it'd be easier to pull them down) as he pushes your panties to the side. You were a naughty girl, wearing a thong to work. Too dangerous, the world had many perverts. He puts his stiff cock on your entrance as he tries to shove just the head first; he hisses at the contact and you move, it's too late to back down now and he grows desperate. Within a second he tilts his hips into your needy cunt—he doesn't flatter himself, he's big so it's no surprise you groan and he assumes open your eyes. You feel tight and warm and he doesn’t care about your shock—he’s close.

“What.. agh—what are you doing?!” You're cut off in between moans as he ruts into you, you choke on a cry and he picks up his pace. His cock is stuffing you to the brim, it hurts but he can't be considerate. You feel like you can't breathe, dizzy from a nap and a repeated thump down your core. Yet, a primal instinct of pleasure washes away a conscious you telling yourself it's wrong and fuck— you moan out his name. Why do you moan?

“Shit, couldn't help myself, sorry baby.” He breathes out as he bucks his hips up and you feel too full.

“Satoru! S–stop...” But your pleas fall on deaf ears as he continues, hands caressing your chest and his breath on your neck while your hips are brought to clash onto his and nasty sounds come from the contact.

“Fuck, so pretty, baby, hm?” He moans and he’s already close, cock throbs as you prettily squeeze him in. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this before, it’s like you’re made perfectly to accommodate him and look at you!—clenching your cunt like some slut.

“N–ugh– Satoru please—” You cry out, scared but with a heat coiling low that makes you unable to protest louder. You think of his kind eyes, heartwarming grin (“Got these bad boys for you”, as he gave you your favorite cookies) but soon they're gone away—

—replaced by his cock rutting in your damp walls. You're unwillingly sucking him in, you can't think straight, he's... good? No. He's disgusting for this. Water blurs your eyesight—it's too much.

A hand is on your clit as he bites your soft neck at the same time. God, how he longed for this. Having you in his arms. He adored you.

“Want to come on my cock, like the helpless slut you are, baby?” He whispers but it's soft—like he's teasing you for missing the bus and you cry.

“I- agh-n-no..please—” You muffle and beg and his hand circling your clit slaps on the nub repeatedly as you jerk; “I can't—I–” He doesn't pay attention, his cock is ripping you apart and you have to let go—riding out an unwarranted orgasm. He loves your mess, no, he loves you and since you're conscious (not that it'd matter), he lifts your leg up as he angles himself so deep, you yell; overstimulated and still scared.

“Satoru, e–enough!” He's bottoming out in between sticky walls and you ache, hoping for an end.

“Don't be selfish baby—fuck!” He groans as large palms squeeze around your neck and then he's cumming — fast and as much as possible, you think. It feels warm and disgusting, his breathy moans are on your ear as you force your eyes shut. What doesn't make it inside, seeps back out but it’s not a lot, since you’re fully stuffed and he takes his sweet time to pull out. You just feel that good. He plants a kiss on your back as he returns with towels and puts you back to sleep. You cry—he estimates 15 minutes before you give up and let sleep take care of you.

One step at a time.

-

It's your 3 month anniversary. He doesn't tell you that of course, its embarrassing because it's 3 months since he found you, 2 days since he introduced himself. You still work at the café but you don't have to worry, soon you’ll never have to work again, he has big plans. He is proud of himself for finding you, it wasn't often someone intrigued him so much. He liked how genuine you were, naive and a bit dumb of course but that was exactly what made you so pure. He’d bet even at your lowest, you'd never cuss anyone out. Like for example that cunt of a customer the other day but it was fine, he’d do it for you, actually—

A message from Suguru pops up.

“Comin tonight?”

“No, have plans.” He gets bored easily and this time isn't an exception.

“Again? New record?” He can always read Suguru's irony. Funny of him to think he'd stop there.

“I told you I’d take care of it.” Satoru hastily types.

That guy really shouldn't have called you a bitch, it wasn't even in the script. Look where that got him. In Satoru's trunk ready to meet Mr. Worthless. He shuts his phone, he thinks about throwing it away, there's no need for it anyways. Especially when you're here.

He thinks about some quote his dad used to tell him, how did it go? Some are born to sweet delight—

14 minutes till your shift ends. What was it?

—some are born to endless night? It all makes sense now, it rhymes, that's why he still remembers it.

Or maybe you just give the first part a meaning.