#jesse chromeans x reader

[slasher-fxcker]

Slashers seeing their future S/O for the first time

Part 2

Including: Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire, Jesse Cromeans, Michael Myers & Thomas Hewitt

Warnings: Swearing, (Brief mention) Attempted Sexual Assault, Violence, Mention of Voyeurism, Mentions of death, slashers being slashers. This page is 18+ Minors do not interact.

A/N: AAAND here is part 2! Hope you guys enjoy this first piece. Believe me there are many more to come. Feel free to send requests through!

Billy Lenz:

· Billy was excited about the new tenant in the house, it had been a while since he had any fun. He had been waiting for you to move in since he heard about it. He listened to you all day, moving your stuff around, there were other people too, movers he assumed. All day he listened to your voice and couldn’t wait until he could hear it on the other end of the phone.

· He had spent the day thinking of all the dirty things he wanted to tell you, all the ways he wanted you to scream for him. Of course, he had worked himself up, he waited until not long after midnight and decided to venture into the house. Poking around silently in your things while you slept. It wasn’t until he snuck into the living room did he realise that you were laying on the lounge. He froze not sure if you were asleep or not, luckily for him you were. He crept closer, watching your face. “Pretty, so pretty,” he mumbled to himself over and over again, along with a few other profanities.

· You moved slightly at the sound of his voice, repositioning yourself when he noticed your top slip open slightly revealing some of the bra you wore underneath. Billy could barely contain his ramblings at this, his mumbling getting louder as he pawed himself through his pants. You stirred again and he raced back to the attic as quietly as he could to finish what he had started downstairs. Yes, Billy was definitely excited about his new tenant.

Brahms Heelshire:

· Brahms had to admit, he was hesitant about getting a ‘nanny’. He didn’t trust people and he didn’t want to be left alone. He knew you would be there soon and he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t slightly excited. The knock at the door had him rushing through the walls to one of his hiding spots closest to the entrance. As the door opened he was surprised to say the least, you were younger than he imagined and way hotter. He would be lying if he said he didn’t imagine how he would be able to watch you during your stay, see you in bed, in the bath, some might find it shameful but Brahms was getting excited just thinking about it.

· After listening to you speak to his parents he had decided you would fit nicely into his routine. They had introduced you to the doll and he was surprised to see how at ease you seemed interacting with it. You didn’t stare at them like they were crazy, you were kind and acknowledged the doll as if it was Brahms himself. It made him feel seen, as silly as that sounds.

· Brahms had to admit, he wasn’t sure about getting a nanny at first, but seeing you speaking to the doll and imagining all the ways he was going to keep you on your toes sparked something in him. He found himself more excited than he had been in a long time.

Jesse Cromeans:

· Jesse wasn’t exactly excited to meet his new assistant, his last one had been the definition of incompetent. Jesse was a busy man, he didn’t need to be held up by another useless member of staff, he already had enough of those. The knocking on his door broke him out of his train of thought, “Sorry to interrupt sir,” he didn’t turn around or acknowledge there was a presence in his office, “I just wanted to introduce your new assistant Y/N,” he took his time before turning the chair around and what he saw definitely surprised him.

· He didn’t know what he had been expecting, but it hadn’t been you. You seemed so soft and small, innocent in a way, he noticed the way you looked away when he had been staring too long. Jesse stood abruptly, which he noticed seemed to startle you as your eyes met his once again. You didn’t miss the small tilt of his head as his eyes scanned you before holding out his hand towards you.

· He took in your meek demeanour as you approached him and took his hand in your own, you didn’t seem afraid but definitely hesitant, which he could understand. He also noticed the moment you seemed to realise you hadn’t spoken yet, you had stopped shaking hands but neither of you had let go as you looked up at him and spoke, “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir,” Jesse didn’t miss the stir inside him when you called him that, looking up at him with your bright innocent eyes, “I’m incredibly excited for the opportunity to work for you.” Oh yes, Jesse was a busy man but he was sure he would be finding time to make sure you enjoyed your new position.

Michael Myers:

· Michael was bored. He had that itch that snuck upon him some nights, as he roamed the streets looking for his next kill. It had been almost a week since his last and the buzz hadn’t lasted very long. He had followed a pair of men into a park, they were loud and definitely had been drinking. Drunks make for an easy target, he stayed far enough back that he couldn’t see them but could still hear them so he knew he was on the right path.

· “Well what do we have here,” Michael stopped when he heard one of the men speak, “Shouldn’t be out here alone,” the other man said. “Just leave me alone,” he heard a third voice, a softer voice. Michael moved forward to be able to see what was happening. He stood by a corner just in time to see one of the men grab your arm as you tried to push past them, “Slow down honey, we can take you home if you want.” You pushed him and told them to leave you alone again. The man backhanded you, knocking you down to the ground and the other one crouched down to hold you down.

· Michael wasn’t sure why but something about you made him falter, you seemed so small yet watching you try to fight these men off like you had a chance made him feel something. He wasn’t sure what it was, he wasn’t used to feeling anything but something told him to stop the men. Before you could even scream you heard the man that was still standing groan out in pain and looked up to see a large knife sticking through his chest. “What the fuck,” the other man yelled lunging at Michael, he took care of him quickly. Once both bodies were on the ground he stood there looming over you, he wasn’t sure whether he was going to kill you yet. If it was anyone else they would already be dead, but something about you made him hesitate. You looked up at him and neither of you dared to be the first to move, you broke the silence, “You… you saved me.” Michael just tilted his head, he wasn’t sure what to do with that information. He needed to think, he needed to get away from here. How had a regular night of killing turned into this? Yes, Michael had been bored, but you seemed like someone who would change that.

Thomas Hewitt:

· The heat was especially unkind to Thomas today, he had been called down to help Luda at the service stop. Of course, he never minded helping his mama but the heat in the shop was stifling. He was grabbing some of the last boxes from the store room when he heard the bell on the front door chime. “Oh, look at you dear, my goodness you're all grown up.” Thomas relaxed when he realised his mama knew who was in the store, he had figured it was the new family that had moved in. Luda had told him about an old friend of hers who had moved back with her daughter. She seemed especially excited when she spoke about introducing him to you.

· “Evening Miss Luda, mama wanted me to bring you these.” You say handing over the basket, “Oh goodness, its been years since I’ve had one of your mamas pies.” she checked the contents before replacing the lid, turning back to you she remembered you hadn’t met her son yet. “Tommy, come out here, I’ve got someone I want you to meet.” Thomas hesitated before letting out a gruff sigh and walking back into the store. He walked towards you both but kept his eyes to the ground, he didn’t need to see the look of horror on your face when you found out Luda had a monster for a son.

· “This is my boy Thomas,” Luda introduced him, Thomas was expecting you to hide away from him or brush off the introduction all together, but instead he heard your timid voice as you held out your hand, “It’s nice to finally meet you Thomas, I’m sure you’ve heard as much about me as I have you.” He finally looked up then to find the most beautiful pair of eyes he had seen staring straight up at him expectantly, no fear in sight. He seemed taken aback, not expecting you to be so pretty and certainly not expecting you to be so kind. Before he could think any longer he noticed the slight blush across your cheeks and realised you still had your hand out.

· He hesitantly reached out, not sure if he was more afraid of spooking you or himself. Thomas gently took your hand in his before giving it a soft shake. You didn’t know how someone as large and strong looking as him could have such a soft touch. You were both still holding the others hand and staring at each other when Luda broke you out of your trance. “Well now that you’ve finally met, why don’t you and your mama join us for dinner?” Luda suggested. You and Thomas finally broke your gaze and you quickly composed yourself agreeing. You turned back to Thomas, “Well it was lovely meeting you Thomas, I guess I’ll see you tonight.” You smiled at him before turning back towards the door. He felt the blush on his face warming up and realised the Texas heat wasn’t the only thing that’s making him sweat.

[riotlain]

Trap Making Reader

offically BACK and congrats youre jigsaw now

also if my writing still gives off like 2021ish then just idk enjoy it idk

no bubba or thomas since i was very unsure of how that would work since they in middle of nowhere

NWLNW BLOG !! WOMEN DNI

Poly Ghostface

Your traps were getting on the news, almost as much as their kills were!

They just had to track you down and maybe kill you- and they ended up in one of your traps

You were gonna kill them but then Stu wasn't gonna have his giant party!

After a deal maybe even a couple dates and kills the big party arrived. You had your traps all nice and set up in Stu's place for people to fall into while they were busy tormenting and killing

Imagine in this world, they actually get away with the party (their plan was very stupid shh you have the brain in this world)

You 3 will now live happily ever after killing people in more elaborate ways

OK NOW TO DYNAMICS

Billy's first impression of you was mainly jealousy and a hint of being impressed but mostly jealousy

After meeting and becoming friends and maybe even gay lovers, he likes giving you cool ideas for traps

Of course they're all bases around horror movies

Stu's first impression of you was he was hella impressed! But getting put in an almost saw trap did freak him out with the possibility of death

When actually dating he also loves giving you trap ideas, albeit very elaborate and probably impossible traps for you to make

You're a killing genius in his eyes

He loves incorporating Ghostface into your traps, whether its just standing there while the person struggles or actually killing them himself

Jason Voorhees

Jason has his traps and he likes them. They're simple and easy to get.

You on the other hand have much more insane things. But Jason can't lie he does love the reverse bear trap

Your traps are reserved for the worst of the worst in your eyes while Jason is just for anyone in the camp

You can't resist his puppy eyes though if he wants to use one of your traps (he stares at you blankly and menacingly until you agree)

Camp Crystal Lake now has much more interesting rumors spreading thanks to you

Michael Myers

He met you after watching you kidnap his victim

He was planning on killing you, he did not care but then he ended up following you and interrupting one of your traps

He doesn't care how expensive it was that was his target you can't share targets

Upon actually dating, he looms over your shoulder whenever you're busy planning

He doesn't take part in your traps he just likes staring its literally his thing

He could help you kidnap your victims but he isn't the kidnapping type he's not interested

No he will not grab you food or drinks while you work do it yourself

Vincent Sinclair

You were supposed to be one of their victims until you ended up making a trap out of nothing but glass, string, and the interworking of your mind

He was impressed he's an artist after all

He helps you sketch out ideas for traps and even helps set it up

He's like a genius, have you seen the town

You two have to keep each other in check don't overwork yourselves

You definitely help make the town somewhat more lively but also more gorey

You have to deal with Bo though but like he doesn't get too much in the way

The only times he doesn't like your traps is when they completely destroy the body like that was supposed to be the next statue😒

Bo Sinclair

Similar situation with Vincent except his was more like a deal offering with you

You two probably started off hating each other but you work together so it doesn't matter

Once you're dating yes he is very affectionate it doesn't matter what you're up to

Busy making a trap? Well he's behind you holding you

You help play into the whole act of the town by being somewhat normal

You're offputting but who isn't in this town

Chromeskull

He fell for you when he saw your traps on the news

Call that parasocial but he needs to know who this mastermind is

He has you tracked down and brought to him so he can yknow shoot his shot

He's rich, mute and a big attractive serial killer like who wouldn't want him

After a couple of maybe or maybe not forced dates you two are a powercouple

He spoils you most definitely. He will pay for your traps and whatever else you need

[lowkeyclowning]

Hehe little dumb thing I threw together based on this old doodle here, he needed the picture of his interest (victim)

[xxyourlittleangelz]

hi! i just recently found your blog and i love it! i love the cute and happy vibes i get from you and your writings are so good, i saw your requests are open and was wondering if i could put in a request? this is completely self indulgent and you totally don’t have to do it but can i request Michael, Jason, and Jesse Cromeans with a ballerina s/o?

💜BABY IM SO SORRY! I GOT CAUGHT UP WITH WORK!💜

💜This request is so cute though! Also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SAYING THAT! I don't get nice things in my inbox 🥹 anyways! On to you're adorable request!💜

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Micheal💜:💜Firstly he doesn't seem all that interested BUT!💜

💜He is!💜

💜Although Mikey wouldn't partake in it that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate the work that goes into it!💜

💜He knows how tired you can get from practice so he tried his best to keep the house clean and tidy!💜

💜If you ever have a show Michael will be there- just hidden!💜

💜micheal likes to find ballerina-themed things for you!💜

💜if you practice at home Mikey will happily watch!💜

💜does getting a little jealous when he knows others get to see you perform!💜

💜He really does enjoy the art!💜

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Jesse💜: 💜Jess loves it!💜

💜He buys you fancy tutus (excuse me if that's not the proper wording!)💜

💜Really likes if you can wear ribbons in you're hair💜

💜He definitely shows up to every performance!💜

💜Brings you flowers as well!💜

💜he even got you a ballerina jewelry box!💜

💜Really likes to make-out after practice/ performances💜

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Jason💜: 💜Awww Jason loves it!💜

💜He thinks it's so sweet and cute!💜

💜Even if you can't perform in front of others jay will happily sit and cheer you on!💜

💜If you're lucky you might even convince him to dance with you!💜

💜He also thinks it's very angelic the way you move so he is in awe!💜

💜After practice he'll give you a soft kiss on the cheek for a job well done!💜

[the-gory-gardner]

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[the-faceless-bride]

Pretty piggy in a cage...

Summary➡ Being Asa's newest and precious little butterfly, he feels the need to show his good friend Jesse... Only things quickly backfire as Jesse takes interest in his friend's little piggy...

Tags: @gothmothsiren @frostbitefae @wallywaffle @brwnicons

Warnings: Dark Content, sexual implications, Objectification, infantilization, marking, forced touching, forced kissing, body horror, some violence to reader, kidnapping, name calling, mentions of cannibalism, attempts of escape, Starvation, reader is described as having long hair at least shoulder length

You put yourself in his box. You had nothing left, nothing but the money you had saved, the clothes on your back, and those sweet eyes the strange Masked man seemed to enjoy so much.

You have never seen his face, and you honestly didn't care. All you knew was when he saw you he held your face in such a gentle manner, his gloved hand was gentle and held you softer than anyone ever had. His blacked-out eyes just stared into yours with such an enamored and curious look like you were the only thing in this world he wanted.

So when he picked you up and tried to lower you into the red box you didn't struggle, you tucked yourself into the box curling into yourself as much as you could to fit as comfortably as you could.

He seemed to enjoy that, he patted your head before stroking down to your cheek before slowly closing the box.

And once the box reopened, he held your shoulder moving you around the broken-down building that looked like it used to be a hotel.

The art around the building was... Interesting, the more you looked at it the more the stranger rubbed your shoulder. And once he lead you through a hall full of pounding locked doors, yelling, and people in cages the stranger held you to his chest.

He brought you into a bathroom and sat you on the plush pink stool. He picked up a soft-bristled brush and carefully brushed your hair, you sat there for a long time before he stopped and moved to open a wooden box painted with butterflies and lined with gems, pulling out pink and blue ribbons, sectioning your hair before trying the ribbons, looking at you in the mirror before reaching back into the wooden box and pulling out a gloss; squishing your cheeks making your lips pucker before smearing the glittery pink gloss across your lips.

He admired you for a moment before pulling a knife from a holder on his waist and using it to slice down your clothes, your shirt was first; he pulled the shirt off your shoulders from your front your best exposed to the cold air, you closed your eyes feeling the strangers gloved hands felt below your chest and felt around your ribs before moving to your hips and ripping your pants.

The strange man put you in a soft white dress, it fell to your knees in layers, a silk ribbon in the middle of your chest, soft long puffed sleeves felt smooth along your arms.

You hang your head as he presses what you think is a kiss you the side of your temple, putting a gloved hand on the small of your back and leading you through the building, he had to guide you around to not step in a trap or get glass stuck in your bare foot.

He picked you up, carrying you up the long flights of stairs before opening a heavily bolted metal door that had hanging flowers around the door; some were dead, and others seemed fake.

Upon entering the room, a large bed covered in ruffled sheets and fluffy pillows, a sheer curtain of some kind hung around the tall wooden frames around the bed. A pink fluffy carpet was placed on the oddly clean floor, the vanity mirror had a single crack running through it, and the large dresser doors were open exposing the hanging frilly dresses similar to the one you were currently wearing.

You're his butterfly; the pretty little thing he likes to observe and touches with such soft hands, showed off to the others who could only wish not to be in chains like you, to be able to wander around, to be able to speak without being beaten.

One day he seemed extra touchy with you, he put in extra effort to make you look the way he wanted perfect you didn't know what you had done to deserve the extra treatment but it was better than what anyone else was getting in this depressing hotel.

He braided your hair; intricately placing flowers in it, he put you in a bodysuit made of silk that showed more of your chest, around your waist he tied a wispy skirt that reached the floor; it was slightly sheer and also had flowers embroidered giving it a very whimsical look, finally, he actually put you in shoes; they seemed like warn down ballerina shoes, elegant and gold the flowers were delicate.

After giving you one last look before running a hand down your neck moving in close and pressing his masked nose to your hair taking a long breath.

He placed you back in your room, sitting you down on the fluffy rug and making a 'stay' motion before leaving the room; you didn't know how long he was gone for, but when he came back he wasn't alone...

A man walked in with him, he was tall very tall...strong and wore a sharp black suit, and a chrome skull mask.

The chrome stranger looked to the man who kept you in this room, getting a single nod from your kidnapper and he started moving towards you; you whimpered and slightly moved back, but when the black-masked man hushed you and the chrome stranger reached out to you, his hand ghosting over your braided hair moving to brush a finger under your eyelids and moving to your neck giving a small squeeze before continuing his journey, gloved hand moving down your chest across your stomach to your legs squeezing your inner thigh.

He was inspecting you...

He caught you by surprise when he lifted his finger to your nose and gave it a little flick before teasingly pitching your cheek.

What a pretty little piggy. What a Fine Catch Asa Found; Jesse thought. Looking up at him with those sweet pretty eyes of yours. Almost tempted to think of you as less of a piggy and more of a doe... A sweet fawn. Jesse stopped squeezing your cheek and moved behind you leaning to push his mask against your soft hair. What a sweet thing.

Asa and Jesse both take one of your hands and take you out into a separate area you've never been to before. The room had two comfy-looking chairs, plane walls, and a small fluffy 'rug' just to the right of one of the chairs, the room also had something you found interesting. It had camera monitors, and you really wish you could just look away.

The horrors of what you saw.

You knew to some degree that there were poor souls in this place and that something terrible was happening to them. But you couldn't imagine what was on the screens. Rows and rows of people that... Weren't even people anymore... Monsters. Real-life horror movie monsters. Body's mutilated some with multiple limbs, some blind, some with jaws broken and modified to be long and odd-shaped, some of them seemed to be in a room with other monsters and they were... Eating each other.. God. What is this place? Why? Why was this something that never crossed your mind before.? Was... Was this going to happen to you?... Was this his plan? Will this happen to you when he gets bored of you?!

You slowly sat on the small rug where you were told, your eyes never leaving the monsters on the screen.

The two masked men were signing at each other, communicating about something. You couldn't understand them, but you truly couldn't care.

And you felt an itch. An itch to run. An itch to get away. Not wanting to be the next monster...

You would've been fine... You could've ignored the itch... If it wasn't for that one moment. Where one of the monsters that was cannibalizing the other turned. And look right into the camera.... Right.

At.

You.

And you ran. And you seemed to catch both men off guard. As they had yet to catch you.

That monster... That thing...

The blood fell from its odd crooked mouth. It's red bloodshot eyes staring at you.

And it only got worse.

Along the walls of the hotel, bodies ripped open. Displayed like art. No. No. No. Please. You don't want this. You just wanted to be taken away from the mean world. And now you were stuck in an even crueler one.

Loud footsteps could be heard down the halls, you look and your eyes meet the ones of the masked man. The one who took you... The Master...

You started hyperventilating as you tripped over your own feet. One of your feet getting locked in a trap. You let out a yelp of pain. Almost sounding like a kicked puppy, as you fell to the hard cold ground.

You try and yank your foot out, but that only makes the trap worse. Making you cry out. The skull masked on being the tallest and taking the longest strides gets to you first. Shaking his head and wagging his finger at you in a moving way, before giving you a little tap, bad.

You shink in on yourself. "please. Don't let the monsters get me. Don't let me be one of them..." You whimper into his shoulder. he brushes your hair from your face. And uses his loose hand to unlock the trap.

Asa truly was a lucky man. A lucky man indeed... He wouldn't mind if he... Borrowed you... For a while would he? Of course not. What else are friends for? Right?

[iloveslasher]

Headcannons:

S/O commits suicide (Michael,Jason, Thomas & Bubba)

[noxnephilim]

Hi! Could I ask for some headcanons / scenarios (whatever you prefer honestly) with a reader who has frequent nosebleeds? Even if they didn't do anything to bleed.

For inspiration maybe they're cuddling and they start staining their lover's clothes in blood, or maybe they get angry and they start bleeding and getting dizzy and the slasher gets worried and ends the argument in that exact moment to help them, maybe while they're showering/bathing together or maybe while they're just taking a walk. These are just ideas, you choose! I'll be glad with anything tbh :)

I would love Hannibal and Jesse but whoever you prefer is alright :) 🤍💛🤍

I am soooo incredibly sorry for noticing this ask now, mi amigo.

OH DEAR

Arguing:

You didn't know why you were arguing to be honest, it had been so long, and you were so tired

Words were being thrown, hurtful jabs made. But you noticed your vision getting blurry, and a warm wave engulfing you.

You saw, kinda, Jesse stopping signing and looking at your shirt then at you. Looking down, you saw the patch of blood on your shirt

"Dammit" you said, rushing to the counter to get a tissue to block the flow. Jesse hovered behind you, worried about you falling over.

And he had been right. Blood loss was beginning to get you, and you had to be helped to sit, before attempting any kind of shower alone.

Worried he might have triggered it, he began apologizing. You waved his concern away, apologizing firstly for saying hurtful things.

All while you were trying to look better than the corpse bride.

Did he pump you full of food and vitamins to replenish your blood? Yes he did. He had the fancy stuff.

Point made: never argue when your emotions are so volatile

Cuddling on the couch:

The moment he felt a wet patch on his shirt, he looked down. Were you crying? Drooling perhaps?

Imagine his surprise, and well hidden concern, when he noticed the blood stain. Were you injured?

Shaking you awake, he saw the trail that fell from your nose. Much to your confusion, and horror when you realized what had just happened

Before you could say "sorry" he went and came back with a wet tissue to block your nose

Being the doctor he was, he asked a number of questions to determine the gravity of the situation.

Satisfied, he let you on the couch, he changed and dumped the ruined shirt. He wasn't going to make you feel guilty for staining a shirt. Not when it wasn't your fault.

"No, don't worry. It was a horrible shirt anyway. Are you feeling better?" Nodding, you apologized profusely.

He's still going to make light fun of you, but he's genuinely worried about it. Especially if it's a common occurrence.

Don't worry, Doctor Lecter he's in, and he's going to attend his favourite patient quickly

[bleachdemon03]

I’m doing more than that I’m slapping it with cheeeeeeeseeeeeee

Like to slap him on his bald head. 👨‍🦲💥

[loveandmurders]

Hi I like to look at your page and I was kinda wondering if you do the slashers reacting to their victims hurting their s/o like they are are looking for them and they see their s/o on one knee in the ground and blood while the victim is standing there (Poly! Ghostface Stu & Billy, Thomas, Michael daddy Myers, Vincent, ChromeSkull)

Here’s apple juice and a bagel w/ cream cheese 🧃🥯

Hello there, thank you for the request and food :) <3 It was really nice to try to write for several slashers for one request tbh! I never wrote for Ghostface or Chromeskull before so I hope it is okay. Actually, it made me start a poly!Ghostface AU series and I’ll post it soon I think. Oh and I added Bo to your request because I feel he would have been sad to be excluded! Hope you’ll enjoy!! <3

Gender neutral reader and no physical description.

Warnings: Blood, mention of killing, violence, reader is hurt.

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

You weren’t yourself Ghostface, but the victim had high suspicion against you because no matter where you were, Ghostface never seemed to attack you.

You had no idea that Ghostface was Stu and Billy, but you had to admit you had noticed that somehow you seemed off limits.

(Once Ghostface even waved at you from far away before leaving to kill someone else, but you never talked about it to anyone)

So the victim attacked you, and you were bleeding on the ground.

They were ready to hurt you even more, in order to make you talk but one of the Ghostfaces would show up just in time after having heard noises of a fight.

It would be Billy behind the mask, and he would be really not happy about this.

He wouldn’t even bother to talk to the victim, or toy with them (even though it was his favourite hobby).

He would just attack them and protect you right away, too possessive to let anyone hurt you without consequences.

Stu would arrive soon after, wondering what Billy was doing, because he was suddenly not following the plan. 

And then he would see you, on the ground.

The sweet boy would worry instantly and he would grab you and help you back on your feet so you could both leave.

Despite the pain, you would notice how Stu didn’t seem to care about Ghostface, or didn’t seem to have any will to help the victim.

He would settle you upstairs, in a bed and he would look after you and fuss over you.

Soon after, Ghostface would find you, and remove his mask, revealing Billy, who would join you on the bed to make sure you were fine. He would also calm down Stu.

You would be shocked to understand who your boyfriends were.

Billy would sweet talk to you and kiss you to make you forget about it, and Stu would do anything to cheer you up and make you admit you still loved them.

And of course you did.

After that, they would keep you away from their crime scenes at all cost so it wouldn’t seem too obvious that Ghostface was in love with you.

Thomas Hewitt 

You were helping to prepare dinner in the kitchen, when a victim attacked you from behind.

They had stabbed you, forcing you to fall on your knees in front of them, your hands on your wound, as you were heavily bleeding on the ground.

Thomas would arrive just in time before the victim could kill you.

And no need to say the man would go feral and insane, unable to stand the sight of you like that.

He would instantly turn on his chainsaw and jump on the victim with all his strength and speed, like a cannonball aiming to violently kill.

The victim would have no chance of survival at all, because Thomas believed he was born to serve his family and protect the people he loved.

And he loved you more than anything else in his whole existence. And this person dared hurt you, which meant no mercy.

His bloodlust rage would only quieten down when he would see you falling on the ground, passing out from the pain and the blood loss, softly whispering his name for him to help you.

It would only then he would stop cutting the already dead body in pieces to check you up, turning off his chainsaw and letting it fall on the ground without any care.

Afterward, once the rage would be gone, he would be so panicked.

He would scoop you up and place you on the couch before looking for his Mama so she could patch you up or tell him what to do.

The man would also beat himself up for having let that happen to you and then he would act like your guard dog, making sure no one could hurt you again by keeping you by his side or asking you to lock yourself in your shared bedroom.

He would be paranoid and even more overprotective after that.

He would have nightmares about losing you and he would bring you closer to his chest in the night, making sure you were all safe and sound. No that you minded the attention at all.

Michael Myers (RZ)

Michael hadn’t thought one of the victims could escape him and find you watching TV in the living room.

And no need to say, he had never thought you would get hurt, no matter how many times you told him you didn’t like when he was bringing victims inside the house to play.

When he would see you, laying on the ground, hurt and unconscious, it would definitely break the remains of sanity he had inside of him.

His fist would tighten around his knife and before the victim could run away, Michael would grab them and pin them on the wall before stabbing them over and over again in the stomach.

If Thomas was full of rage, Michael was also the kind of slasher to not be able to stop himself. But unlike Thomas, it would be a very cold rage.

He wouldn’t express any emotions behind the mask, or he wouldn’t say anything or even groan in anger.

He would simply stab the victim until he would feel better about the situation, and then he would plunge his knife deep enough into the body for it to stay  pinned on the wall.

His attention would then get to you, and he wouldn’t know what to do at first.

He would be afraid to hurt you, but at the same time he couldn’t stand to see you on the ground, so he would eventually carry you to your shared bedroom, undress you and take care of you.

Because he had lived a great part of his life in an asylum, he knew how to take care of wounds and it worked in your favour.

He would never bring any more victims back home, and he would actually never let anyone in.

If someone was getting too close to his property, he would get out and kill them right away.

Killing to keep you safe was his new love language and you could only appreciate it because you had never been so safe in your whole life.

Vincent Sinclair

He had asked you to stay in the basement, where he thought you would be safe.

But of course, one of the victims had found the secret gateway leading the House of Wax to his place.

And when the tourist saw you there, minding your own business with a book in one hand, they had guessed you weren’t another victim.

They wanted to hurt you, like the masked twin had hurt their own people so they didn’t hesitate to jump on you and to beat you.

When Vincent would arrive, panicked after he had realised one victim was missing, you would be on your knees, trying to get up to fight back.

But your head would be throbbing and you wouldn’t be sure you wouldn’t fall if you went back on your feet.

Vincent would know better than panicking or going insane.

Like Michael, cold and silent rage would rise inside of him like a wave ready to destroy everything.

But unlike Michael, rage wasn’t equaling chaos to him.

Vincent was an artist who spent his days creating and who needed the tourists for his creations.

So he didn’t jump on the victim to cut him into pieces, he would really silently move behind them before they could strike again, and then slice their throat open.

He would take a lot of pleasure to kill them and he would make sure his movements were slow and precise so the tourist could have the time to feel the pain and to realise they were going to die before ineed dying.

Once done, he would let the body loudly fall and then his rage would be replaced right away by worry and tenderness for you.

He would be your special doctor and take care of you until you were fully healed. He would even make sure Bo left you alone for that time and he would ask Jonesy to stay with you when he couldn’t.

At night, he would cuddle you with extra love to make you forget he failed you.

Bo Sinclair

One of the victims had been able to get inside the house and had been smart enough to stay silent, so you didn’t notice them at first.

When you would, it would be too late already, and you got hit on the head.

You fell on the ground instantly, only half conscious anymore and unable to move.

Bo would have noticed that one of the tourists was heading to his house, but he was already busy with another one, so he simply hoped Vincent would protect you, like he always told his twin he needed to, when he couldn’t do it himself.

Unfortunately Vincent was in the House of Wax, also dealing with tourists.

Bo would finally run to the house, and would find you laying on the ground, the soon-to-be-dead tourist ready to beat you again.

Bo wouldn’t even need to think, he would act on pure instinct to protect you.

Even if he could be sometimes a little bit harsh with you, like he was with everybody including himself, he would do anything to keep you safe and happy.

You were part of the family and it meant no one was allowed to touch you.

If he had his gun on him, he would do an absolutely perfect headshot. If he didn’t have his gun, he would jump on the tourists and beat them with his bare hands until their head would be smashed and his own knuckles bleeding and hurt.

Once the tourist would be dead, his whole attention would be on you. He would place you on the couch and look after you before finishing off the killing.

When he would be back home, with Vincent, you could hear him yelling at his twin for having let anything happen to you.

And while checking on you, he would also be pissed at you for not having been more careful.

But you knew the man had just been very worried to lose you.

And at night, he would hug you even closer than usual.

ChromeSkull

Jesse was always proud to believe he was in control, especially when it was about killing or about you.

You were his, and he needed to make sure you were fine, hence he had settled cameras inside your shared house so he could keep an eye on you when he was away.

It was how he saw a man getting inside his place and attacking you; you were an easy target to get after Jesse; he should have seen that coming.

No matter what he would be doing, he would let go of it right away, even if it was a killing. (If that was a killing, he would throw the victim in his car trunk to deal with later).

In no time he would be back home, and ready to slaughter whoever dared to touch you.

His knives would be already ready to strike as he went right where you and your aggressor were, with the same violent cold rage that Michael could have.

For once, he wouldn’t play, he wouldn’t torture, he wouldn’t even try to understand who this person was, he would just kill as roughly and painfully as possible, because someone who hurt you just couldn’t continue to live in the same world as you.

Once the killing would be done, he would then carry you somewhere comfortable and take care of you obsessively.

Until you would be fully healed, he wouldn’t let you leave your bed and he would threaten to tie you up there if it meant you stopped fighting his will.

His paranoia would have no limit after that event, and he probably would insist for the two of you to move out somewhere else, more secured.

There was also no way you would ever leave the house after this and you would live like his personal little doll, all safe and sound in a golden prison.

No need to say that no one else ever touched you again, as Jesse would kill whoever even pronounced your name his way.

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@feathery-ass​

[nofoundboy]

Hello, I just read the cheating one and... I am in P.A.I.N so I wanted to ask for this request, (it could be like an alternate thing from the other one) but what if the slashers (Asa, Jesse, Bo) where their s/o had a nightmare about them cheating and kinda went quiet and started being a little distant.

Look I just need something to help with the pain I'm feeling in my slasher loving heart might now 😭😭☠

Please and thank you, love your work btw💓💓

Tysm, I needed this too, I was also in pain abt that one haha sorry for the delay, this is finally my free week

-When you woke up covered in sweat, you were relieved that you had only been dreaming.

-Asa was looking at you intently, for your sudden reaction had woken him up instantly.

-"It was just a nightmare," you said at last, after calming down and trying to compose a sincere smile.

-And although in fact, it had only been that, you couldn't help but feel terribly overwhelmed by what your mind had fabricated during your rest

-Asa said nothing, simply turned off the light in the room again and lay back down.

-You didn't know how he was going to react, but you decided to cling to his back, hoping he wouldn't pull away from you on the spot.

-Fortunately he didn't, but you couldn't fall asleep again.

-And how could you when that succession of painful images seemed to refuse to leave your mind?

-Seeing Asa caressing someone you didn't know while you could do nothing but watch helplessly had devastated you.

-Especially since Asa had shown no remorse or shame whatsoever, and had even urged you to leave the room as coldly as possible.

-That was what had hurt you the most, for although it had been a figment of your mind, you were aware that Asa's personality had not changed in your dream. He was capable of telling you something like that if he felt like it.

-Hence, you began to doubt what he really felt for you.

-The next morning you were much quieter than usual. You answered him in monosyllables and at breakfast you didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

-Would it be less painful for you to distance yourself until your dream happened?

-Of course Asa had noticed, you could never escape his perceptive eye.

-After a few days in which you maintained your erratic behavior, Asa finally confronted you. Serene but firm, he asked you what it was that ailed you. He was not used to showing concern, even with you, for that was a sign, in his opinion, that he was ceding power by being too soft.

-But your behavior had degraded to that of a complete stranger, so he did not hesitate to finally attend to it.

-You didn't want to keep those painful thoughts inside you any longer. It didn't matter if he confirmed your fears or proved you wrong, you just wanted to let it out once and for all.

-And so you did, you told him everything you had seen in your dream and waited for his response.

-I don't intend to leave you. There's no one I'm more interested in than you" was definitely not the right answer, it wasn't romantic, but it was so authentically Asa, that you took it as a lifesaver.

-Usually you felt before him like an insect being examined, but not this time, because this time you felt a special look coming from him. As if he was struggling to maintain that unperturbed facade he always had.

-You walked up to him, looked at him for what seemed like an eternity and then, deciding he was telling the truth, you hugged him tightly.

-And the way he reciprocated, so untypical of him, made you erase all your fears.

-That was the day Jesse returned from one of his longest business trips, and although you had tried to look as presentable for him as possible, the signs of sleep deprivation on your face were too obvious to hide.

-Once he stood before you, with his arms outstretched, he could tell perfectly well that something had happened to you during his absence, for you even seemed hesitant to embrace him when you usually yearned so much for his affection and did not hesitate to pour it out unreservedly when he was in front of you.

-When he asked, you only answered that you had not been sleeping well, and although it had been partly because of his absence as he took for granted, it had also been because of the uncertainty about what he was doing on those trips without you, apart from his already known activities.

-He was also exhausted, so instead of having the usual welcome, you cuddled up together to sleep.

-As the days went by, your appearance did not improve and you became more and more reserved and fearful in your approaches to him.

-So, direct and demanding as he was, he tired of observing your strange deterioration and got straight to the point.

-What's the matter?" his hands moved quickly and his gaze told you how concerned he was. If you were sick, he would not hesitate to get you the best medical attention, but first he needed to know what was ailing you.

-Not being able to touch him and show him your affection the way you wanted to was killing you, as was the uncertainty about the possibility of his infidelity, so you decided to express your fears to him once and for all.

-You would cheat on me?", immediately after the question you looked down, you wanted to disappear, because you didn't know if it wat a good idea it was to ask him.

-"Never" was Jesse's answer, then he took your hands with some force so that you could look him in the eyes.

-"I'm sorry…it was just a nightmare, but since then I couldn't sleep, I was almost convinced it was real" now that you heard it out loud, you felt stupid.

-"Never," Jesse repeated, ticking off each letter with his fingers.

He looked at you for the last time and then leaned down to kiss you, and you, desperate, reciprocated until at last you had the longed-for, intimate contact that your fears had delayed.

-"Are ya' all right?" he asked, his voice slurred from his abrupt awakening. You had been terribly agitated during your dream, your nightmare.

-"Yes, I'm sorry," you whispered apologetically. Bo knew you were not well, he could see it in your eyes, full of water that you would not let out. Besides, he had heard you in your sleep, shaking and moaning as if you were in pain.

-He was too tired to insist, yet he turned in your direction and draped an arm over your body.

-Although the warmth of his action comforted you a little, you could not prevent your mind from wandering back to those undesirable places.

-The next morning, the ravages of your lack of sleep were evident, as was your clear refusal to stay too close to Bo.

-Your reasoning behind it was to get far enough away so that the moment some sufficiently attractive tourist came to Ambrose, you wouldn't have to face the same scorn.

-The best thing to do was to talk it out, of course, but you didn't know how you could express it without sounding like an idiot.

-Of course Bo didn't stand idly by, that abrupt change in your treatment began to frustrate him to the point where he couldn't take it anymore and exploded at the moment when you felt most vulnerable, because you couldn't take it anymore either.

-"What the fuck is wrong with ya'?" he asked with a very obvious expression of annoyance after you rejected his hand in your waist

-You remained silent, staring at the floor until, with a trembling voice, you answered him

-"I'm afraid you could cheat on me," and proceeded to explain your nightmare.

-"Sorry to tell ya' honey, but that's bullshit, come here. Now"

-You know he doesn't have the greatest tact or the best temperament, but you didn't expect such an abrupt response.

-He's using his authoritative tone, the one that makes you shiver, so you don't hesitate to obey.

-He sits you on his lap and, with the most sincere expression you've ever seen in his eyes, he takes your chin.

-You can see the marks of the bindings on his wrists, so deep and impossible to erase. He knows you are seeing them and stands there, looking into your eyes.

-He seeks your gaze and kisses you roughly, for it is obvious that if he is comfortable enough with you to show you what he hates most about himself and his past, then you should not be afraid of the possibility that there is someone else. Never.

[slasher-fxcker]

Requests!

Wanting to request a story, headcannon or drabble? See my request information below!

Who I write for?

Jason Voorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Billy Loomis

Billy Lenz

Michael Myers

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Thomas Hewitt

Stu Macher

(I may write for others, if you have a specific request feel free to reach out!) Please note that while our favourite beefy slashers are my main focus, I am open to doing most creepy/halloween-esque characters from a variety of fandoms.

(Can request as many characters as you like, if you don't request specific characters i'll usually do them all if it fits the request)

What I will write?

NSFW

SFW

Headcanons 

Oneshots / shorts

What I will not write?

Incest

Paedophilia

Rape (I will write dub-con)

[riotlain]

Slashers with an Agre Boyfriend

FOR ALL YOU LOVELY AGE REGRESSORS

i can do a petre one if asked :3

i usually do rz michael but i never specified so i am rn💀💀

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

THIS IS NOT NSFW!! DO NOT SEXUALIZE AGE REGRESSION WEIRDOS

(Rz)Michael Myers

Crafts crafts crafts

He already loves making masks so now you 2 make them together

6'9 mf. He always picks you up randomly

Will not really rough house with you or anything like that

Homeboy too too strong

Listen he cant do too much like take you to the park or anything

But Michael is not above stealing from children

He doesnt like punishing too much bc he just doesnt feel like dealing with it

Whenever youre throwing a tantrum he'll literally just leave the room💀💀

Jason Voorhees

Knows what hes doing but doesnt at the same time

Loves to carry you around!! He's incredibly strong he can definitely hold you

Loves to draw with you!! He breaks the pencils and crayons sometimes so bare with him😭

Jasons punishments are usually just you sitting in the corner or something similar

Cant spank you no no no just not him

Keeps you in the cabin whenever there's trespassers

HIS FAVORITE ACTIVITIES ARE DOING THINGS SIMILAR TO CAMP STUFF

Bonfires and roasting marshmallows, going on lil walks outside

He can bring out the old canoe too!! (He can row for you its ok)

Vincent Sinclair

Please please please dont go to the basement while regressed

If you do you have to swear on your LIFE (pinky swear) that you wont touch anything

Just sit politely by him and draw

Doesnt know how to deal with brats bro hes like

🧍‍♂️*shaky signing* 'Y/n, honey, please calm down' *LOUD CRASH*

Theres tourists in Ambrose?? Youre staying in his room. Ignore all the yelling.

Doesnt want you to use his nice coloring stuff so he got Lester to find some crayola crayons for you

Any plushies he manages to get his hands on?? BAM IN YOUR ROOM

Vincent is horrible at giving punishments. Like he was always a good kid growing up and his parents were... well yknow

Very good at keeping a schedule tho!!

Fav activity is probably crafts

Chromeskull

Literally the best caregiver ever

Like he doesnt understand at first so after you explain it to him

But like once he gets it?? MAN WILL SPOIL YOU

WILL GET YOU ALMOST EVERYTHING YOU WANT IF YOU ASK

Will not tolerate brats tho sorry

Like hes not... too stern with punishment

You can get away with alot with him ngl

If you go to work with him youll stay with him in his office and have a coloring book

Yes he will color with you whenever he can

Will kill anyone who says anything (stares dead at preston)

Never infront of you ofc!!

Fav activity is probably rough housing!! (hes letting you win all the time but shhh)

Either rough housing or hide and seek

[lowkeyclowning]

Pov Jess comes home after a long “business trip”

AHHHH THSI TOOK TOO LONG. I think I am happy with how this turned out, I like drawing his face, coloring it was a pain but yeah (under the cut )

[xxyourlittleangelz]

oh no i’m sorry you’ve had a rough day. that’s terrible, especially on Christmas. to be honest my Christmas wasn’t very good either, my mom came by (without warning so that was kind of rude) and me and my Grandparents got into a fight with her because of how mean she was acting towards me. sorry i just went on a rant. anyway, i saw that you’re opening your requests and was wondering if you could write RZ Michael, Jason, and Jesse with an s/o who’s a plant mom? i got some new plants for Christmas today and i’m really excited. i love my green baby’s 💛🪴

💜🌸it’s okay my love! Always next year!💜🌸

💜🌸and I’m so sorry that happened to you! Sending you hugs~!^^ <3🌸💜

💜🌸And lastly THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST!💜🌸

💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸

💜🌸This hc includes MICHEAL, JASON, JESSE💜🌸

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Micheal💜:💜🌸Micheal loves it!💜🌸

💜🌸he loves helping you out with any plant(s) you may have!💜🌸

💜🌸Of course you might need to explain how certain plants do need to be cared for💜🌸

💜🌸But he's a faster learner!💜🌸

💜🌸When he's out he'll try and find you something you may not have yet!💜🌸

💜🌸if anyone teases you about it well...They won't last very long~!💜🌸

💜🌸He thinks it's very adorable that you love plants!💜🌸

💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸

Jason💜:💜🌸Oh my y/n💜🌸

💜🌸you stole this boy's heart!!💜🌸

💜🌸He loves plants as well!💜🌸

💜🌸You guys definitely share the responsibility of taking care of the plant babies!💜🌸

💜🌸He builds you a little green house!💜🌸

💜🌸Its small but he wanted you to have a special place for certain plants!💜🌸

💜🌸Like Mikey he'll go out and try to find something you may not have yet!💜🌸

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Jesse💜:🌸💜This little fucker thinks it's cute🌸💜

🌸💜He won't necessarily “help” you take care of them BUT!🌸💜

🌸💜He will make sure you have only the best items to take care of them!🌸💜

🌸💜Only the fancies vases!🌸💜

🌸💜(if they go in vases!)🌸💜

🌸💜He will listen to you're plant talks🌸💜

🌸💜May not engage with them but he loves you so if it's important to you then its important to him!🌸💜

🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸

🌸💜Okay my love!! I apologize if I said anything wrong in this! I loved this idea so much!! It honestly made my night writing this! You're requests are so sweet and cute thank you for sending them in!!<3🌸💜

[belladonnasmenagerie]

🎃Kinktober Day 8🎃

Jesse Chromeans X Fem!Reader

Leather + Size Kink

Overview: you surprise Jesse with a new outfit and things get a bit heated

Warnings: hair pulling, vaginal sex, swallowing cum, cumming on tongue, spanking, masterbation, little dirty talk, little degradation, size kink

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You admired yourself in the full length mirror, looking over every crevice of the black leather one piece you had gotten to surprise Jesse. He had been stressed with his job lately, both the killing one and the corporate one, so you had decided to give him a nice surprise when he got home something to help him relax.

The leather one piece had a deep V covered in mesh that came down to the bottom of your breast showing off your cleavage, it continued to your neck where it connected with a clip on choker. You had down up your hair, even though you knew it would be ruined by the end of the night, and put some light makeup on just touching up some small stuff when you heard the front door to the penthouse open and close.

With joy in your eyes you pranced out of the room, as you climbed down the stairs you could see Jesse with his back turned to you. With light steps you made your way to him wrapping arms around his waste, hands caressing his chest as you laid your head on his back.

He tapped your hand twice alerting you to his signal to let go, with a soft disappointed humph you let go. Crossing your arms you waited as he continued whatever he was doing before he gave another hand signal, one that tells you to go sit.

Not wanting to push you sigh making your way to the living room sofa, plopping down on the plush cushions as you wait.

5 minutes passed

Turned to 10

Then 15

You started to get impatient, wondering what in the world he could be up to, so you started to think of something to pass the time. That’s when an idea popped into your head and a devilish smirk crossed your lips, I mean you did want to give Jesse a show tonight right?

Leaning back against the sofa you positioned yourself to where your high heeled boots sat against the coffee table, legs spread open. Moving the thin leather material away from your most scared area you moved your fingers up and down your folds, a sigh leaving your lips. Your head fell back against the soft cushions as you lead your fingers up to your clit making small circles around the sensitive area.

With the other hand you circled around your nipple, the friction of the leather against the sensitive nubs sending electricity down your spine. Biting your lower lip you let the hand moving against your clit down, thinking of Jesse’s fingers as they graze your hole.

The way he would tease you till your looking at him with pleading eyes, you sunk a single finger in slowly a gasp leaving your lips as the image of Jesse in between your legs entered your mind. The image of him slowly pumping his gloved finger in and out at a slow pace making you wait to get another in, going at his pace.

“Oh! Fuck” you added another finger picking up the pace

Your other hand traveling down to circle around your clit in tight swift circular motions, the pleasure mounting in you from the movements.

“Yes…Jesse” you moaned to yourself

Your fingers started to go faster and faster until

CRASH

you jumped removing your fingers from inside you as your eyes darted over to the entrance of the room. Jesse stood there frozen the glasses of alcohol shattered on the floor, liquid soaking into the carpet.

With a smirk you teasingly put your fingers back in, making sure to give him a show as you arched your back both yours and his searing eyes staying locked.

He watched you for only a short while before grabbing his phone and quickly typing, playing the message he just wrote back to you

‘Dirty slut need attention that badly? Can’t wait like a good girl?’

You shook your head no continuing your actions on your pussy

Jesse put his phone away proceeding to casually walk to you, taking his time before stopping at the very edge of the coffee table. In one swift move he kicked the table from under your feet, your heels dropping the floor with a loud thud

A surprised gasp left your lips and before you knew it your hand was wretched from your core as Jesse maneuvered himself in between your legs. You look up at his tall looming form hovering above you the mere sight of his massive size menacingly looking down upon you made your pussy quiver.

Forcing said arm back he pressed them against your lips, catching the hint you put them in your mouth sensually licking away your juices as you kept the seductive gaze on him.

Yanking your arm back, a strong of saliva connecting them to your lips still, he grabbed your thighs heaving them up and against your chest. You grabbed onto your thighs holding them in place as you watched him back up, undoing his belt before dipping down his black dress pants

“Wait no foreplay?” You asked a little worried

Jesse just shook his head no, finally pulling out his throbbing cock

You never could get use to how big he was, always super thick and at least 8 inches long he always filled up the places you couldn’t and it excited you every time.

Grabbing your thighs again you thanked god that you prepped yourself a little bit before hand cause once he thrust himself in the pain would have been way worse. You hissed at the sudden intrusion but as he continued it got a little less painful, you gripped onto his arm for support as he slowly inches all the way in to the base

Letting out the air your didn’t know you held you prepped your self to get ready but before you could Jesse was already pulling out

Wide eyes you looked at him as he thrusted back in, you let out a loud moan at the feeling of him ramming back in the pain slowly subsiding into pleasure with each thrust.

He must have been pent up good because he kept going at a animalistic pace, ruining your insides as he watched your breasts bounce in the tight attire.

“Fuck! Yes master fuck!” You moaned out as your eyes crossed at the sheer pleasure

Your hands gripped Jesse’s white long sleeve so hard you though it would rip as your kissy pulsed around his hard cock. Your juices leaked down onto the sofa as you could feel yourself quickly approaching your first orgasm

“I’m gonna cum, please can I cum?”

Jesse didn’t reply with a shake or a nod just kept going and going and going until

A scream ripped from your throat as your orgasm rushed through you, messing up his nice slacks in the process. In the aftermath Jesse pulled himself out of you, slapping your thigh hard a loud yelp exited your mouth as you looked at him.

He wagged his finger as if to say no like you weren’t supposed to cum, you whimpered before he flipped you onto your knees. A swift hard slap to your ass was next and the searing pain was only added on to when he laid another slap right on top of it

You yelled out in pain as he kept doing it

Again and again and again

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have cum without your permission!”

You felt him get off the sofa, coming round to in front of you where he grabbed your hair yanking on it so your face was level with his cock. You watched as with his other hand he was typing in his phone, turning it to you it said

‘Tongue’

You nodded opening your mouth showing him your tongue, Jesse dropped his phone and gripped his cock pumping it fast until his seed leaked out onto your tongue. Throwing his head back he gave a few more pumps before looking down at you, your tongue coated with him.

Grabbing his phone again he type something else and showed you

‘Swallow’

Looking back at him you closed your mouth letting the warm cum slide down your throat before opening your mouth again to show him it was all gone.

With a soft pat to your cheek he let your hair go, you laid face first on the sofa with a smile on your face as the sudden voice from his voice said

‘I like the outfit.’