#slasher!orc x reader

[ameliathornromance]

Are you the Final Girl?

Slasher!Orc X Reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist

The first month of University was always chaotic and stressful. The first time you had returned back to your accommodation from Summer Holidays, were the most hectic and confusing time of the year – ignoring essays and exams of course – and did nothing to help you settle in. However, for your third and final year of study, you had arrived at your accommodation fully prepared and organised.

Your friends were in shock that you were so relaxed upon moving in, as they had not been as prepared as you had. That and almost all of them took radically different courses from one another, which meant that trying to find times where you could all meet up was difficult to do.

Apart from that, the year went off without a hitch and September passed quickly and without incident… almost.

Finding the time to be with your friends and moving back into your accommodation weren’t the main reasons for your stress. At the start of summer, you had been getting these degrading messages from a blank Instagram account. The users name was just a jumble of letters the profile picture remained blank as per standard issue of every new user that signs up to social media, so there was no way to find out who the person was. You had blocked the account at first, but you soon found another account had been made and continued to send you the same awful messages.

After blocking more and more accounts, seemingly created by the same person, you just resolved to ignore them. No matter what you did, they just seemed to keep coming back with full force.

And now, the messages were coming in faster and stronger since the start of the new year.

As you sat in the park, biting your nails as you examined the messages, wondering what you should do, a well manicured hand snatched your phone from your hand. “What’s this?”

“Jennifer!” You yelped as your friend slumped onto the park bench next to you and began to scroll through your DMs with this person. “Give me my phone!”

But she didn’t, instead, she shuffled further up the bench as you reached for the mobile device. Her heavily makeuped eyes skimmed the messages, her acrylic nails clacking as she scrolled.

“(Y/N), what is this?” Her eyebrows furrowed together as she pointed at you accusingly with the phone. “Who is this person?”

You scoffed, “I wish I knew. They just started berating me at the start of last summer.”

“And you blocked them?”

“Do I look stupid? Of course I did!” You snatched your phone back and turned it off, stuffing it back into your jacket pocket.

“What’s up slags?” Joining Jennifer on the other side of the bench and sitting on the floor, sat Jack and Sydney, your two other friends.

“(Y/N)s getting bullied.” Jennifer said to Sydney.

“What?” Jack whipped his head around to look at you from the floor, his thick eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“I’m not getting bullied.” You sighed, annoyed. “You make it sound so childish when you put it like that.”

Sydney dropped her gym bag on the floor beside her as Jennifer added, “well what else do I call it? Someone pushing you around? Shaking you down?”

“You need to report them to the university then,” Jack said, like it was that simple. Luckily, Sydney explained before you could, “there wouldn’t be any point, if you’re getting picked on, you need to know who’s doing the bullying to stop it. The university won’t do anything otherwise.”

You sighed, sinking back into the bench. “It’s fine. They’ll get bored eventually.” Although that’s what you said, you had little hope for it. What was the likelihood that the messages were going to stop after six whole weeks of sending you degrading messages every day? Blocking clearly wasn’t enough of a deterrent to stop them, so what else would?

“What a pathetic little freak.” Jennifer huffed, crossing her arms. “Who sends messages to someone everyday telling them stuff like that?”

An uncomfortable silence washed over the group. Jack broke it, “hey. This is the first time we’ve all been able to meet up since we got here, right?”

Sydney perked up, “you’re right! Now’s the perfect time to make Halloween plans!”

“Halloween is weeks away.” You said, flatly. It was the final few days of September, but your point still stood, “isn’t it too early to be doing something like that?”

“Oh you’re such a party pooper.” Jennifer gave you a dismissive wave, “we should plan something for the 31st. C’mon, everyone, let’s have a look for events!”

Simultaneously, everyone took their phones out from their pockets and began to search for local events.

“There’s a bar opening all night for the 31st.” Jack suggested, looking up at the other members of your group. “Thoughts?”

“Hmm, let’s make a note of it.” Jennifer said, thoughtfully. “Oh, oh!” She nearly jumped out of her seat. “What about this? An open air film night, right here, in the park.”

“What film are they showing?” You asked, curiously.

“It’s down to a poll,” Jennifer explained, “It’s between Scream and Happy Death Day.”

“Won’t it be too cold?” Sydney raised a thin eyebrow.

“Well, they say to bring a blanket.” Jennifer pursed her glossy lips and frowned. “But it sounds like so much fun.”

“What’s so fun about being cold out in the middle of the night? Wouldn’t you be much rather in a bar and warmed up with alcohol?” Jack gave a chuckle, “personally, I’d take the-”

“Oh no.” Jennifer had turned her attention away from her phone and to the park entrance. “It’s him.”

You looked over your shoulder, following Jennifer’s gaze.

In walked the Rugby team from your university… and amongst them was Malike. He was a tall, broad shouldered Orc with deep, mossy green skin and pitch black hair. It had been pulled back into a high ponytail and slicked back with some kind of product. His tusk on the left side of his face had been chipped, leaving it’s base jagged.

“Jen, you’ve been weird about him since he asked me out.” You said, looking away from him. “Malike took it really well, you don’t have to be so���”

“So what?” Jennifer asked, wrinkling her nose in disgust. “I’m allowed to be worried about who’s asking you out. Especially him. Orcs have awful tempers, who knows what would have happened when you rejected him!” Her voice rang out through the park.

“Jennifer keep your voice down!” Sydney hissed.

But it was too late. Malike had already looked around at your group. He saw you, smiled and waved.

You waved back at him, returning his smile.

“Jennifer’s right.” Jack said, looking at the Orc as if his wave was some kind of offensive gesture. “They’re really violent creatures. And he ditched us after you refused to go out with him.”

It’s not that you disliked Malike by any means. He just wasn’t your type.

Although it was true that he went to go and hang out with his classmates rather than his original friendship group that was you and your friends, you felt like you could hardly blame him.

First, you said no to going out with him and that’s when he began to distance himself from the group. You felt bad at first, but understood why. Soon, Jennifer and the others started asking questions.

You wanted to keep what had happened between you and Malike a secret; the last thing you wanted was to make the friendship between him, you and the others awkward. But it became difficult when all Jennifer could do was complain about his distancing from the whole group and ignoring all of them when they were together. She found it strange that he was fine talking to everyone individually, but not together.

Finally, you got tired of her complaints and told her what happened… and, she went nuts. She told you that you could have gotten yourself killed by rejecting him, then proceeded to have a go at Malike for ‘putting you in a difficult situation.’

Jack told you that Malike’s behaviour was ‘psychopathically guilt-trippy’ and Sydney would just snub him during PE classes they shared.

He stopped talking to any of you after that. He was still friendly with you, even though you didn’t talk anymore. You were the only one who tried to apologise for their behaviour. You truly had no idea that they would react the way that they did, but Malike just gave a sad smile. “No, it’s okay, I get it.”

Jack’s comment brought you back to reality, made you snort. “Jack, you literally asked me out and then ditched me at a bar.”

Jack instantly flared up. “I already told you I was sorry! It’s not my fault that I ate those super spicy-”

“Look, the point is,” Jennifer huffed, “is that you shouldn’t even be nice to him. Who knows what he could have done to you.”

“Where are you getting this from?” You asked her incredulously. “It’s not like he was ever violent when he was friends with us and you only started acting like this after I told you what happened.”

“He also plays rugby.” She added, “y’know rugby players screws get a bit more loose when they hit each other on the heads, right?”

You stood up. “What the hell is wrong with you!? He didn’t do anything wrong!” You gave Jennifer a disgusted expression. “Why are you getting so caught up in what could have happened instead of what did?”

“Because I care about you!” Jennifer rolled her eyes. “You’re being so dramatic, (Y/N), sit down.”

You looked around at your other friends, hoping that they would say something to shut Jennifer down. You knew Jack would be no help, he was on the same page as Jennifer, so you looked to Sydney.

But she was adamantly staring at her phone screen, scrolling through some text messages. It was like she’d never even been listening in on the conversation.

“I can’t believe any of you.” You knew that they were protective of you, but didn’t know that they would be so harsh towards one Orc.

“You know what?” You said. “Forget it.” And with that, you stormed out of the park and away from the group.

“(Y/N)-”

“Leave it Jen.” Sydney told Jennifer.

How did you wind up with such a bunch of judgemental loons like them?

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[n1ght0f-nyx]

Your last fic was so good! I return once again, i meed more of my husband.

Can we get some soft fluffy smut with per'tah? Maybe the first time they are finally intimate with each other? Can be part of the series or stand alone.

Love ya 😘

woven bonds- pert'ah (orc oc) smut

part 6 of woven bonds and smut

pert'ah x fem reader

water-lillie you keep me sane

tags/warnings- over the time you two have been together his english has gotten better, arranged marriage, human female x male orc, gentle giant, your together!, smut, very gentle man but hes huge so its still rough, heavy illusions to the idea of pregnancy, no condom obvi, virginity taking (on both sides) hes actually a total tease, pert'ah has a frenum piercing

also, feel free to request non-woven bonds-related things that involve pert'ah or my other ocs (see my masterlist) i love writing for all these characters and seeing the mass of support I've gotten over the last month!

i need to learn to stop writing so much- 3739 words

The night was quiet, save for the soft rustle of the wind outside the small home you now shared with Pert’ah. The hearth had died down to embers, casting a gentle, warm glow across the room. You could still hear the faint crackling of the last burning logs as you sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the woven blankets beneath your fingers.

Pert'ah was quiet, too, standing near the window, his broad back to you as he gazed out into the night. The silence between you both wasn’t the uncomfortable kind it had once been. After weeks of tentative conversations and quiet gestures, the distance between you two had shrunk. And yet, tonight felt different. Intimate in a way that made your heart race.

“Are you… ready for sleep?” Pert'ah’s deep voice broke the stillness, the hint of uncertainty in his words unusual for him.

You nodded slowly, your eyes drifting toward the space beside you. “Yes....im tired"

The truth was, you had grown used to Pert'ah sleeping on the floor beside the bed, wrapped in his own blanket. He had never pushed for more, always respecting the distance you’d initially demanded. But tonight, you had quietly asked him to sleep beside you. The words had caught in your throat, but they had come out, and he had agreed without question.

Pert'ah approached the bed cautiously, as if not wanting to spook you. His steps were quiet for someone his size, his large, rough hands moving carefully as he pulled back the blanket and slid in beside you. The bed felt smaller now with him in it, his presence all-encompassing and warm.

You lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the heat of his body beside you. His breathing was slow, steady, and somehow calming.

After a few moments, you turned to face him. “Pert’ah?”

He shifted, turning his head to look at you, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. “Yes?”

“Tell me more about your past,” you said softly. “We’ve been together for a while now, but… I still don’t know much about where you come from.”

Pert’ah let out a slow breath, his eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite read. “My past… is not so interesting. I am… simple man.” He paused, his hand resting near yours on the bed, his fingers curling slightly as if he wanted to reach out but wasn’t sure if he should.

“I was born into weaving,” he continued. “My family, we make many things. Cloth, art. From when I am small, I learn to use my hands to create.” His voice grew softer as he spoke, a far-off look in his eyes. “My father, he teach me much. Say that strong hands can create just as much as they can destroy.”

His gaze shifted to you, and the look in his eyes made your heart stutter.

“And you?” you asked quietly. “What do you want to create… with me?”

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your combined breathing. Then, Pert'ah’s large hand slid across the blanket, covering yours gently. His touch was warm, comforting, and his fingers entwined with yours as if they were always meant to fit together.

“With you?” he repeated, his voice low, thoughtful. “I want to create… peace. Home.” His thumb brushed the back of your hand, his touch tentative but sincere. “I want to make you happy. Want you to feel safe with me.”

The vulnerability in his voice made your chest tighten. You shifted closer to him, your fingers tightening around his as you rested your head on his shoulder. For so long, you had resisted, keeping him at arm’s length, but now, lying here with him, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

“I think… I’m starting to feel that way,” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. “With you.”

Pert'ah’s arm wrapped around you slowly, carefully, as though he feared breaking the fragile moment. His hand rested on your back, holding you close. You felt his heartbeat, steady and strong beneath your ear.

“I never thought I would end up here,” you murmured. “With you. I never thought I’d…” You trailed off, unsure how to put your feelings into words.

But Pert'ah understood. He always did.

“We are here now,” he said softly, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back. “We can...make future together.”

You looked up at him, meeting his golden eyes. “What kind of future do you want?”

His eyes softened, his tusked smile gentle. “One where you smile more. Where we work together. You and me… mates.”

It was a simple answer, but it made your heart swell. The life you had imagined for yourself before seemed distant now, irrelevant. What mattered was the man beside you, the quiet strength in his words and the way he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

You shifted again, tilting your head up until your lips brushed his. The kiss was slow, tentative at first, but it quickly deepened, the space between you disappearing completely as his arms tightened around you.

When you finally pulled away, your breath mingling with his, you smiled softly. “I think… I’d like that future, too.”

Pert'ah’s smile widened, his rough fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face, his sparkling golden eyes looking down at yours he leans down, and when he doesnt see you pull back, connects, pressing his lips to yours

you kiss back, his tusks feel uncomfy against your lips, but you'll manage, its all worth it for him, you lightly press your hands against his leather sleep tunic, he had sewn two matching ones for the both of you so you had a more comfortable rest on the furs.

you pull back, looking up at him with a sweet loving smile, but one that would never compare to the one he gave back, all that man did was love you

Pert'ah's eyes lit up when you kissed him back, a warmth spreading through his chest at your acceptance. He could feel the slight discomfort of his tusks, but the way you willingly leaned into his touch, despite them, filled him with a deep longing to cherish and protect you.

As you pulled back and smiled up at him, Pert'ah's gaze followed yours, drinking in the sweetness of the moment. His smile grew wider, mirroring yours, but the intensity behind it made you feel like you were the only person in the world. His hands framed your face, gently tracing the curves of your cheeks with his thumbs, as if to memorise every detail. "You are beautiful," he said, the words coming from a place deep within his soul, his voice filled with a sincerity that left him breathless, He leaned in once more, this time tenderly pressing his forehead against yours, savoring the closeness.

The softness of the moment hung between you, a palpable energy that seemed to fill the air with anticipation. Pert'ah's heart pounded against your chest, a rhythmic reminder of the love he felt for you. His lips grazed your temple, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along your jawline, seeking permission to continue exploring the contours of your face.

And then, there was no hesitation; his mouth claimed yours, demanding nothing but surrender as his tongue danced with yours in a sensual waltz. Time lost meaning as the world narrowed to the two of you, suspended in a sea of desire and affection. When he finally released your lips, Pert'ah's chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath hot against your skin.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "More than anything, I need you."

In that instant, Pert'ah knew that he would move mountains, cross oceans, and defy fate itself to ensure that you remained by his side forevermore. Your love was his anchor, his guiding star, and his reason for existing. As he cradled your face in his palms, Pert'ah vowed to spend eternity cherishing and adoring you, unwavering in his devotion to the mate he had found in you.

you pulled lightly on his tunic, and with a look into your loving eyes, he gets the hint, pulling his shirt off, pulling your lips against his again

Pert'ah's tunic fell away, revealing the strong contours of his chest and the softness of his skin beneath. The warmth of his body radiated towards you, drawing you in like a magnet. As you pressed your lips against his, the sensation of his skin against yours sent shivers down your spine, igniting a flame of desire that threatened to consume you.

Their lips moved in tandem, a sensual dance of tongues and breaths that left them both gasping for air. Pert'ah's hands cradled your face, his thumbs caressing the delicate skin of your cheeks as he deepened the kiss. The gentle touch belied the intensity of his emotions, the love and longing evident in every caress.

As you kissed, Pert'ah's fingers danced over your body, exploring every curve and contour as if mapping your very soul. His hands roamed under your nightgown, finding the soft flesh of your stomach, your breasts, and your thighs, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin and burying his nose in the tender spot between your collarbone and shoulder.

"Mine..my wife" he whispered, the single word echoing through your mind like a promise, a vow, a declaration of love. In that moment, you belonged to him, and he to you, bound together by threads of passion and devotion.

As the kiss lingered, Pert'ah's grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer until you were flush against him. your bodies molded together seamlessly, fitting like pieces of a puzzle designed specifically for yours alone. The contact sparked a firestorm of sensations, each brush of skin against skin amplifying the intimacy and urgency of your embrace.

Time stood still as you clung to each other, lost in the swirling vortex of desire and affection. Nothing existed beyond the confines of your little bubble, where the world melted away, leaving only the pulsating rhythm of your hearts beating as one.

you kiss at his jaw and temple, playing with his hair as his kisses your neck, bruising your throat with marks, you pull your own tunic off and if he could be any more excited, he would explode, looking down at your body, your tits, your waist, your tummy, thighs and what laid between them, your sweet core

The sight of your exposed skin seemed to hypnotize Pert'ah. His eyes traveled over your curves, drinking in the beauty of your naked form, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing second. The bruises on your throat added a depth of color to the canvas of your neck, a testament to the intensity of his emotions.

His fingers traced the outline of your waist, tracing the shape of your belly button, and the gentle rise of your thighs. He couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of your body, every inch of which he had come to adore. Each kiss, each touch, each whisper of breath against his skin sent waves of desire crashing through him like a tide.

Without breaking eye contact, Pert'ah slowly lowered his head, his lips grazing your breast. His mouth closed around your nipple, sucking softly as his tongue began to circle the bud, drawing it into the wet cavern of his mouth. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core, your inner muscles clenching in anticipation.

As he explored your body, Pert'ah's hands roamed over your skin, mapping every contour and valley, tracing the lines of your veins and the tender curve of your collarbone. Every touch, every caress, every kiss sent ripples of pleasure through you, building upon themselves until you felt like you might burst apart from sheer joy.

Lost in the haze of desire, Pert'ah didn't notice when needy tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, nor did he realize that your nails dug gently into his scalp as you arched into his touch. All he saw was the radiant beauty of your face, bathed in moonlight, illuminated by the pure, raw emotion emanating from your very pores.

"pert'ah…please…more" you plead, squirming, tugging at his hair lightly, you needed more than gentle licks, nothing about this would be light, no matter how hard he tried, but you were okay with that

Pert'ah's ears perked up at the pleading in your voice, and he lifted his head to look at you with a question in his eyes. Seeing your desperation, he smiled, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige.

His tongue flicked out, teasing your nipple with slow, deliberate strokes, drawing out a sharp intake of breath from you. You arched into his touch, your body aching for more, and Pert'ah responded eagerly.

His mouth closed around your nipple once more, this time applying gentle suction, then harder and harder, until the pressure became almost unbearable. He pinched the other nipple with his fingers, the dual sensations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

Pert'ah's hands slipped down your stomach, his fingers dancing over the tender skin, exploring every dip and curve, before finding their way to the swollen nub between your thighs. He pressed a finger against you, and you gasped as he applied gentle pressure, circling the sensitive tissue in rhythmic motions.

The world narrowed to a pinpoint as he continued to tease and taunt you, the sensations building to a crescendo within you. The tightness in your abdomen coiled tighter and tighter, threatening to unleash a torrent of release.

Just as you teetered on the brink, Pert'ah withdrew his fingers, leaving you panting and desperate for more. A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched you writhe in frustration, knowing full well the effect he had on you.

"Don't worry..my love," he purred, leaning forward to capture your lips in another searing kiss. "I haven't forgotten about you."

you squirm in his touch as he pulls back, sitting back to look at his work, the glistening slick that covered your cunt like a thin film, watching you pant and plead with your eyes, he leans back on his knees and takes his cock out from behind his loin cloth, giving you a show as he pulls his foreskin back, revealing his sheen-green tip which leaked precum down onto his silver frenum piercing

Pert'ah's showy display had you squirming in place, your eyes fixed on his erect member as he stroked himself slowly, the motion drawing your gaze to the glisten of precum that trickled down his shaft, pooling at the base of his penis.

The sight of his erect cock made your mouth water, your inner thighs slickening further in response, the need to feel him inside you reaching a fever pitch. Your fingers involuntarily drummed a rhythm on his leg, urging him to take action.

His golden eyes sparkled with mischief, a challenge in his gaze that he knew you wouldn't be able to resist. He leaned forward, his hand wrapping around your thigh, fingers closing around your calf as he gently but firmly drew your leg up.

"I'm ready when you are, my love," he purred,

you nod, spread and ready for him, he his breath hot against your neck as he slowly dragged his member through the slick folds of your pussy, the tip parting your labia and brushing against your clit.

The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending in your lower body singing in delight as he began to rock his hips, slowly pushing his cock deeper into your depths. The sensation of him sliding inside you, the feeling of him filling you completely, was indescribable, aside from heaven and a little (alot) painful

Pert'ah's movements were slow and deliberate, allowing you to adjust to his size, his cock slowly sinking deeper into your slickened core. He knew he had to be gentle, careful not to push too hard, too fast, not yet. He could feel your body tensing up around his, the gentle pain of entry easing as you began to relax.

With a tender touch, Pert'ah cradled your face in his hands, gazing into your eyes, seeing the mix of pain and pleasure there. "You okay, love?" he asked softly, his voice a gentle rumble as he paused in his movements, waiting for your response.

You nodded, taking a deep breath, the pain giving way to pleasure as he started to rock his hips again, his cock sliding in and out of your depths in a steady rhythm, each thrust deeper and more precise, easing you into a comfortable cadence.

Pert'ah's fingers began to trace the outline of your breasts, his touch soft and soothing, drawing your attention to the sensations building within you, making it difficult to focus on anything else besides the pleasure coursing through your body.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice warm and encouraging as he continued to move inside you, filling you completely, stretching you deliciously tight around his shaft.

Pert'ah watched as you stared down at the scene below, your eyes widening as you saw his cock moving in and out of your depths, leaving a trail of wetness and evidence of your shared pleasure. A lump formed in your stomach, and Pert'ah's heart skipped a beat as he realized you were struggling to process this new sensation, this newfound intimacy between you.

His movements slowed, and he lifted your chin, forcing your gaze back up to his. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked again, concern etched in his voice, his golden eyes searching for any sign of distress or discomfort.

As he spoke, Pert'ah continued to move inside you, gentle but insistent, sensing that he needed to ease your mind, reassure you that everything was going to be alright. He wanted to be sure you knew that this was a good thing, that he was here for you, with you, and that he was going to cherish and love you for as long as you'd allow him.

His hands continued their gentle exploration of your breasts, the softness of his touch a stark contrast to the hardness of his body, yet somehow perfectly balanced, creating a rhythm that was both soothing and exhilarating, keeping you grounded as you navigated this uncharted territory.

"Y-you're doing...oh fuck..youre doing amazing," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, his words dripping with sincerity, encouraging you to continue embracing this new aspect of your relationship, to revel in the raw power of your physical bond.

Slowly, Pert'ah began to pick up speed, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more purposeful, driving deeper into your depths, filling you entirely, stretching you in ways you hadn't experienced before. Every stroke brought you closer to release, building pressure in your core, threatening to unleash a torrent of pleasure unlike anything you'd ever known.

As he reached the brink of climax, Pert'ah stilled, his body tensing, his hips locked tight against yours, his eyes fixed intently on yours, waiting for permission to finish what he started. "w-where...where can i..?" he huffs, squelches echoing through his cabin with each heavy thrust, his eyes were heavy, lidded as he glanced down at the imprint he formed your stomach as he thrusted inside

"shit...your...you're so gorgeous...gonna..fi-fill you up...make you a mama.." his word go straight to your core, and it just gushes, you spray all over his stomach and cock, showering him in your squirt

the room around him seemed to melt away, replaced by the primal urge to claim you as his own, to brand you with his mark, to show the world you were his and only his.

As Pert'ah watched, mesmerized, the sight of your gushing fluids splashing against his stomach and the base of his cock, his mind was reeling. This was real, this was happening, he could have a family. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and possessiveness course through his veins.

He let out a satisfied grunt as his orgasm washed over him, his body jerking in reaction, his cock spilling its load deep inside you. The warmth of your inner walls enveloped him, milking him dry, and he collapsed against you, spent but elated.

In that moment, nothing else existed except the two of them, lost in the throes of passion, bound by the threads of their desires and needs. Pert'ah's thoughts swirled with visions of the future, of growing families, of children playing under the sun-kissed skies, of laughter and tears, of memories forged in the fire of their love.

you cry out as he overflows your cunt with his seed, pert'ah heaves and drops down on top of you, panting and whispering praises in aftershock of his first time, you smile softly, snuggling into the bed once again, not caring about the sticky between your legs, you would clean in the morning

As Pert'ah's breathing slowed, his weight shifted, and he curled around you, enveloping you in the warmth of his body. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you closer, as if to keep you from ever escaping, to make sure you stayed right where he wanted you.

He nuzzled into your hair, inhaling deeply, filling his lungs with the scent of you. "Mine," he whispered again, the word becoming a mantra as his lips brushed against your scalp.

You felt his heart beating against yours, a steady drumbeat that echoed the rhythm of your own. The comfort of his embrace washed over you, chasing away any lingering doubts or fears. In this moment, there was no denying the power of his claim, the intensity of his possession. You were his, and he was yours, bound together in a dance of love, lust, and desire.

As the silence deepened, the only sound the soft rise and fall of your shared breathing, Pert'ah's hands roamed your body, tracing the curves, the contours, the lines. Each touch was a reassurance, a promise of the pleasures to come, of the life they would build together.

I am TIRED

[jenniferspet]

Would anyone be interested in Monster X reader stories? I’m thinking of writing again but want to know if anyone would actually read them.

Also, if so what kind of monsters?

[kaislashes]

Gotta be my favorite thing to see 😩

[fearthesilverferret]

So, I’ve been feeling like shit again and was trying to figure out what could make me feel like my ‘old self’. The one that writes and draws... So, anyone have suggestions? like, some kind of request or stuff like that.

I wanted to try and contribute to the slasher fandom or the monsterfuckers or something but I don’t really know where to start.

Thank you for reading~

[beating-beetle-heart]

Plz consider contributing to either the volunteer team or the submissions, the first edition is great and I’m so excited for its future!! If u got something u wanna put out there, don’t be afraid to send it in :), they accept art, stories, ect. and accept both sfw and nsfw works.

M❤NSTER ISSUE #1

It is here! The first edition of the monster lover's magazine, AKA MONSTER, is officially released. We learned a lot from this first issue and are excited to improve with what we learned moving forward! We are now accepting submissions for next month's edition.

I want to send a huge thank you to everyone who submitted:

@haziel-lockewood, @arcana-xvi, @tentacled-one, @kirsen-arterius, @weministertomonsters, @beating-beetle-heart, @killerkissed, @monstatron, and @fangemporium

and our editors:

@sio-writes, @saccharindipity, and @speedy-papaya

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[karlachismylife]

What I need is x afab!reader where reader is as agressively masculine as they get. Where they are just as crass as the men if not worse. Where they get into real fights and have a short temper, with a kind heart, sure, but it's almost overriden. Where they don't have pretty lingerie or heels or dresses, where they cut or even shave their hair off, where they wear fucking axe or sauvage instead of flowery perfumes. I need them with a loud, obnoxious laugh, military boots and wrinkled oversized shirts. I need them manspreading with a beer in hand. I need them with their disappointed mother saying they'll never get a man behaving like that. I need everyone around them to be absolutely sure they are into women only because well they're just a walking stereotype. I need a butch that's gonna step on these big scary men's balls, peg them and ride their face only when they promise to behave.

Don't get me wrong, I love soft reader, feminine reader, crybaby reader, mommy dom reader, lady reader, capable farmer reader, bimbo reader, cute assistant reader, military but girly outside work reader, competent and elegant reader, tough reader, housewife reader, business owner reader, submissive reader. I fucking love reader (saw a post that called them the ultimate Barbie and hell yes), I love women, I will be fighting their men to be with all those above. I will respect the hell outta reader who is the perfect balance (I guess Squeaks by @charliemwrites is like what the balance looks like to me? or maybe it's as close as it gets to what I'm trying to describe here... I dunno, I jut love her. man I'd kill to be with Squeaks, honestly, that's the dream woman. too bad I ain't her type lol)

But I need a tomboy that is kind, but doesn't go suddenly soft and docile, won't put on an apron after the Big Strong Men show them a good time. I need a fucking menace that is just a tad bit too much, there is nuance obvously, but it doesn't change them at core. I need a Lisbeth Salander (without Mikael bullshit) reader, I need a Terminator 2 Sarah Connor reader, I need Mass Effect Jack reader, I need Marvel Nebula reader.

Doesn't apply to COD only either. Give me Gale and Astarion with a huge barbaric orc Tav. Give me slashers that get beaten the shit out of them with a crowbar when they try to attack that punk. Give me Peaky Blinders that have seen their fair share of strong and powerful women, but they are not sure they can even call that creature a woman (make her worse than Kate Leigh and Tilly Devine combined, honestly).

Unwomanly, unfeminine, gender-fucking violent foul-mouthed menace. Yes, I have a type.

If you know any works like this, PLEASE send me the links. Thank you.

[luverine]

Masterlist

Imagines/scenarios:

Shower thoughts (multiple x gn reader nsfw)

Virginity (multiple x fem reader nsfw)

Rut (multiple x gn reader nsfw)

Creep (multiple x gn reader nsfw)

Ache (multiple x gn! reader)

Crybaby (multiple x gn! Reader nsfw)

Hands (multiple x gn! Reader nsfw)

Resident Evil:

Restless (Leon Kennedy x fem reader nsfw)

Taste (Leon Kennedy x gn reader nsfw)

DBD:

Girlfriend (Sable Ward x Fem! Reader)

MHA:

Omegaverse (multiple mha x gn reader nsfw)

Puddles and cuddles (Bakugou x gn reader sfw)

Slashers:

Movie glow (Charles Lee Ray x fem reader nsfw)

Swords (fem reader x Vincent Sinclair nsfw)

••••

Request bday: Uta (Tokyo Ghoul fic)

Original works:

Devourer (Dallon Popescu Yandere! Vampire Hunter x Bitten! gn Reader nsfw)

The Anvil and the Arrow (Orc (Leif) x fem reader)

One: sunrise

Two: moonlight

Three: sunlight

Four: sunshine

Moth to a flame (Mothman (Luan) x fem reader)

one: he found you

two: monster fucker reader

three: becoming mates

four: fluffy babies

five: he’s cold

Six: can’t sleep

Seven: want

Caged animal (wolf hybrid/werewolf x fem reader)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, (remake coming soon…)

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[chubbyreaderchan]

... would y'all be interested in original monster romances/short stories? With my own characters x reader? Including Yautja and such of course but I'd like to spread myself into some original content to help myself continue with my novel... Maybe an original slasher or orc or vampire?

A take on Dracula would be fun or the seelie court?

[ameliathornromance]

Are you the Final Girl?

Slasher!Orc X Reader

Chapter 2

Masterlist <--- Check for TWs

The rest of the day went without incident, despite the bubbling anger in your stomach.

You didn’t speak to Jennifer, Jack or Sydney for the rest of the day and turned your phone off the moment more of those horrible texts started coming in from your Instagram. You never read them anymore, they were all along the similar lines of ‘you’re awful, why don’t you just die.’

Classes passed by quickly and before you knew it, they were over. As you left the lecture hall, you turned on your phone. As soon as it had loaded in, your phone was a buzz with texts from your acquaintances. They were mostly from Jennifer.

She was begging for you to talk, to arrange a time to call so she could explain herself. A part of you was inclined to tell her no, that she needed to sort her own shit out before she spoke to you again.

But, your long history together is what made you believe you should text her back.

So, you did. There had to be some kind of explanation for this, right? Malike was a quiet kind guy, he’d never so much as hurt a fly. Maybe there was some other reason that Jennifer had taken such a strong dislike to him. You had never heard her talk badly about other creatures on Campus before, let alone Orcs.

You called Jennifer the moment you got back to your dorm room.

“Hey.” You said, as Jennifer picked up the phone.

“Hey.” She said back. Her voice held a resigned tone, as if she was a scolded child. “Listen, I… just wanted to say sorry about what I said earlier.”

You fought the urge to tell her that it isn’t you she should be apologising to. But Malike, who most likely overheard her in the park.

“...I never told you this before,” She continued as you set your bags down beside your desk. “But I grew up in the same town as Malike. Everyone knew him.”

“Really?” This surprised you. But when you thought about it, it did make sense. You met Malike and Jennifer at the same time, since they were standing beside each other and talking to each other in quiet toned voices.

“Hmhm… I knew he was a nice guy and everything, but there were… rumours back home.” Jennifer’s voice became hushed, as if she was worried she may be overheard. “That Malike liked to pull apart bugs as a kid. Like spiders and things like that… but he was a child, and kids do weird things like that right?”

“Of course,” you agreed.

“Well, according to some people I knew at home, when he was a teenager, apparently Malike had strangled a squirrel with his barehands… and that he’d had a smile on his face the whole time. His mum caught him doing it.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you serious Jen?”

“Yeah. That’s why I was a freaked out when you rejected him. I knew it had been a long time since any of that stuff happened, but I didn’t know what he was going to do. If he’d happily kill a squirrel… then who knows what he’d do to another person.”

“Why were you hanging out with him on the first day if you knew this?” You asked.

“Well, I didn’t want to believe any of the rumours, so I thought I’d get to know him. But… I don’t know, when you told me he asked you out, all that gossip I heard came flooding back to me and I felt like I had to get him away from you.” Jennifer explained.

You looked over your shoulder, as if there was a presence standing behind you. “Does anyone else know about this?” You thought of Jack’s harsh words about Orcs too.

“No. Just me and him, most likely.”

“I… I didn’t realise he did any of that stuff.” You admitted, lamely. “But, you can’t just brandish all Orcs with the same brush like that.”

“I’m sorry about that too. I had no idea what I was thinking when I said that. Malike’s mum’s an Orc and she’s so nice. She used to do charity bake sales and everything when we were younger. I don’t know how Malike turned out to be so creepy.” Jennifer’s voice shuddered through the phone.

“Well, thank you for the explaining.” You said, truthfully. “I had no idea about that stuff Malike did as a kid. That’s psychopathic behaviour.”

“Definitely. So, you’ll stay away from him from now on, right?”

You hesitated. Jennifer sounded like she was telling the truth and, you really didn’t want to believe that she would lie about something so serious as animal cruelty just to get you to believe her.

And if she wasn’t lying about what Malike did as a kid, then you could get yourself into a lot of trouble if he ends up approaching you again. Perhaps it is best to stay away from him.

“Yeah, I will. Thanks for telling me Jen.”

“Okay, good.” A sigh of relief breathed down the phone. “I’ve got to get going to my night class now. They want us to go to a runway show to see how the make up gets done on models in a rush, so I’ll probably be sleeping in late tomorrow okay?”

“Alright. Have fun Jen.”

“Will do, sleep well (Y/N), goodnight.”

And with that, you hung up the phone. You bit your lip.

Malike didn’t have any other hidden tenancies like that… did he?

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[athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit]

Hey hey hey!! It's Athena here! How are you today? Hope you're doing well!

So— I decided to open my goddamn doors and take up

✨REQUESTS✨

because I feel like, I need to challenge myself somewhat and keep me busy (an excuse to multitask, my mind would spiral out to new ideas and I need to keep me well-fed...in order to make progress and improve) and so here we go!

I tried to be short and concise as possible but here are my request rules and conditions:

— For now, I will focus on character x fem!reader and monster x fem!reader. Maybe in the future I would be good enough to write for other genders! Stay tuned until then♥

— I will mostly accept exophilia (I'm a monster lover, they hold a huge place in my heart)

— send them in my ask box please!

I will accept and write (for):

— Monsters/Non-human race

Which include:

Orcs (top one spot woohoo)

Werewolves/Were-animals (mhm)

Minotaurs (love me taurs)

S-Shark mermen (talking sharks with legs and arms yes)

Aliens (Y E S)

Gnolls (I'll try! I love their cackling)

Dragons ( I swear this list ain't ranked—)

Lizardfolk/Dragonborns

Golems (works about them are pretty rare and I've only read one or two about them and they're pretty 🔥 I love them)

Robots (they're not monsters but they're non-human)

What else hm — oh and Eldritch horrors!

There are others but my memories' foggy right now so just send them in and I'll answer if I'll do them or not!

— Cryptids

— Slashers (I'm still new to the fandom but I'll write for Jason Voorhees and Pyramid Head <3 )

I will:

— Write smut; just be nice... idk how good I am at it. Though I must admit I did write smut for my first fanfic lmao (and it was sum heavy steamy stuff woo!)

— accept anonymous requests <3

— write romantic and fluffy scenarios

— ...do headcannons? I'll try. Depends on what you request, either I'm comfortable with it or not. Just send em!

— write for any time period and au

—do headcanons to an extent of my knowledge :D

I will absolutely not:

— write anything that has to do with incest, r*pe, s**cide, eating disorders, ab*se (any kind), yandere and s3lf h4rm

— do anything heavy on angst

— write p*dophilia!

— write about extreme kinks (I don't feel like naming them, I totally respect if you're into them, but if I don't answer your asks then you'll know why)

— write about degradation (please, I respect if you're into that, but in this safe bubble of mine, we praise the fuck out of our babes)

Additional stuff:

It will seriously depend on my mood and what I'm comfortable with writing. I will try to post as soon as possible, but if it falls down into one of my hyper-fixations then I might get carried away and take longer than expected (tis a secret, it's up to you guys to find that out).

Please be detailed as possible if you want something specific.

Oh, or you can just send in some prompts! You can find a lot of prompt lists in other Tumblr blogs (they specifically post prompts for writers) or when I reblog some!

Other than that anything is welcome!

[littlebitoffanfic]

Master list (2 of 4)

Hatchet:

Victor Crowley x reader Their Woods Their Woods part 2 – Together

 Haven:

Duke x reader A Little Bit Jealous

 Hellraiser:

Pinhead x reader The Hell Priests Bride The Hell Priests Bride part 2 - Home

 Hellsing:

Jan valentine x reader Lifeless

 Hetalia:

England x reader Promise Kiss

 IT:

Scenario

How the Bowers gang would ask you out How the Bowers gang would defend you How the Bowers gang would react to realising you have a crush on them

Henry Bowers x reader Dating Henry would include Storm Never Lost Broken Study Together Once In A While Gentle Heaven Tutoring

Patrick Hockstetter x reader Fast

Pennywise/IT x reader Circus Act Circus Act part 2

Reginald ‘belch’ Huggins x reader Being in a relationship with Belch head cannons Together His Girl Happy New Year Aint Such A Bad Guy Eventful Evening

 Legend of Zelda - Breath of the Wild:

Sidon x reader Afloat An Embarrassing Service

 Little Nightmares:

Roger the janitor x reader Never

 Mafia (2):

Lincoln x reader Eyes Eyes Part 2 Savour

Paulie x reader Found out

Vito x reader Penniless with you

 Miscellaneous:

Lee Pace x reader Soup

 Original Works:

Alien x reader Three Knocks (Alien/Kalar x reader) Three Knocks part 2 (Alien/Kalar x reader)

Big Foot x reader Moonlight (Big Foot/Bear x reader)

Orc x reader Emerald Eyes (Orc/Garekk x reader) Emerald Eyes part 2 (orc/Garekk x reader) Right (Orc/Karu x reader)

 Outlast:

Eddie x reader Perfect Struggles I suppose it does My Home

 Overwatch:

Junkrat x reader Arms

 Pirates of the Caribbean:

Barbossa x reader Aye Captain Honourable Honourable part 2 Honourable part 3 Fairy Tale Fairy Tale part 2 Eventful Evening Eventful Evening part 2

Norrington x reader Rum Rum part 2 (forget) Worthy Engagement Celebration Take A Seat

 Pitch Perfect:

Benji x reader Magic

 Psycho:

Norman bates Anything for her

 Rick and Monty:

Rick x reader Cookies and Innuendos

 Robin Hood:

Little John x reader Telling The Truth Missed Too Right I Can

 S.H.E.I.L.D:

First Day

Fitz x reader: Reassurance Mission Accomplished

 Sherlock:

Mycroft x reader Bored

 Silence of the lambs:

Hannibal lecter x reader Addiction

 Slashers (headcannons):

How the slashers act when you get hurt Falling Asleep Scenario (Thomas Hewitt, Lizard, Chameleon, Jason Voorhees)

 Sofia The First:

Cedric x reader Magic

[ameliathornromance]

Are you the Final Girl?

Slasher!Orc X Reader

Chapter 3

Masterlist <--- TWS: Murder, reader sees a corpse that has been butchered, dead dove do not eat

You awoke with a stir, checked the clock beside your bed with bleary eyes.

2:45am.

You groaned and rolled over, facing away from the bright digital light and shut your eyes.

Before you were about to drift off, a buzz from your phone made you jump. Rolling over once again, you picked up your phone from your bedside and checked the caller ID.

You had expected it to be Jack, calling to ask for some help getting back home from a pub or something like that. But it wasn’t Jack.

Jennifer’s big, pearly white grin beamed at you on the screen. You picked up the call. “Jen? It’s really late, what are you-”

“Could you meet me?” She said, quickly. “Please. I… I think someones following me.” The urgency in her voice made you sit up right in your bed.

“Where are you?” you asked, throwing the bedcovers off yourself and setting your feet down on the carpet.

“I’m in the middle of the Science block campus. I didn’t want to lead anyone back to my dorm room.” Jennifer said, quickly. Her breath was frantic and quick, as if she might have been running.

“Alright, stay where you are, I’m on my way.” You pulled on a pair of jeans and found a long sleeve jumper and left your dorm room, phone held up to your cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Shh!” Jennifer’s voice moaned with terror.

You felt your stomach drop through your body. You stayed shushed as you began to run down the hallway.

“You don’t have to say anything back, but I’m running now okay? Don’t worry Jen.”

Something told you that this wasn’t just any old creepy guy walking down the same street as you incident.

“I think he’s… oh my God, is that a machete?”

You practically flung yourself at the accommodation doors as Jennifer gasped from the other end of the phone. “What the fuck are you?! Get away from me, I swear you’ll-” but Jennifer never got to finish her sentence.

Her screams rang down the phone, making you flinch at the screen. “Jennifer!” you bellowed, but it was no use.

An unnerving, squelching, followed by a crack and a snap broke up Jennifer’s high pitched screams and cries for help.

If you were running before, you must have been sprinting by now. Heart in your throat, you hung up the phone as you could now hear Jennifer’s screams in life now, more bloodcurdling and terrifying than down the phone.

Your mind raced, what would you do once you got there? It sounded like that the attacker had a weapon, if he really had something dangerous, what good could you do? In your haphazardly thrown together outfit and only phone on hand?

As you turned the corner, past the Humanities block, just before the science block, the screaming fell silent.

And suddenly, you could hear your heart in your ears, thundering and pounding as if it were maintaining the beat of an orchestra. You clamped a hand over your mouth and sank behind a group of bushes that had been rounded with shears.

A battle waged inside of you, one half of you screaming at you to get up and run for your life, knowing that if you turn that final corner where the science block ended, you would die, while the other half shrieked at you that your best friend was dying and she needed your help.

The first half of you won over.

Heavy, slow, pants came into ear shot. Judging from the direction, it had to have been from the science block corner ahead.

You squeezed your eyes tightly shut and cuddled into a ball, hoping that you would become one with the plant.

Burying your head in your knees, the thunk, thunk, thunk of the attacker’s footfalls echoed around inside your head as if you were standing right next to a church bell.

Your stupid, stupid curiosity got the better of you and you dared to peek out from behind the shrubbery.

You froze.

Standing under the lamp light, a man cast a tall, broad shadow down the path. His face was obscured by shadows and long, thick, mangy hair that hung around his head, greasy from bodily fluids.

In his hand, he clutched a long, wide blade that dripped something thick onto the pavement beside him.

His head turned to the left, then to the right, his body as still as a statue. Deciding on which way to go, he stalked off to the left and into the darkness.

You didn’t know how long you sat there for, behind the bushes in the freezing Autumn air.

Finally, you gathered up the courage enough to stand, legs numbed from being coiled so tightly to your chest and stumbled over to the edge of the science building.

“J-Jen?” You called out. Your voice didn’t feel like your own, rather, like it was coming from all around you.

“Jen? C’mon… don’t screw around.” But as you got closer and closer to the mass of viscera on the floor, you could no longer deny it.

This, bloody mush on the floor, was Jennifer. Your best friend.

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[ameliathornromance]

Are you the Final Girl?

Slasher!Orc X Reader

Chapter 6

Masterlist <--- Full list of TWS

Malike drove you to a large, lush, green field of grass. It was in the middle of a public park, a few minutes away from the University campus.

You raked the field for your ‘friend’ with an animalistic sense of predator hunting prey.

Finally, you found her, jogging on her own, earbuds in and completely oblivious to your oncoming wrath. She wore a leggings, a long sleeve gym fleece and headband to catch any sweat that may have built up on her brow.

Once Malike had parked the car, you practically threw the car door off its hinges and sprinted after Sydney.

When you’d caught up to her, you gave her a hard tap on the shoulder. Sydney jumped, slowed down her run and eventually turned to face you and pulled out an ear bud. “Hey, how was-”

“Have you been the one who’s been sending me those messages?!” You questioned her.

Sydney stared at you, her eyes widening. When she said nothing and only continued to stare at you, you jabbed an accusatory finger at her, “so you have been sending me those messages you malicious-”

“Why on earth would you think that?!” Sydney shouted back at you. “I’d never do something like that to you! Where’d you-” But she stopped as she looked behind you and saw Malike standing a few feet away next to his car.

“Oh, it’s because of him.” She wrinkled her nose at you, like she was looking at something digusting stuck to the bottom of her shoe. “He told you that? Why would you believe him-”

“This has nothing to do with Malike!” You snapped at her. Holding out your hand, you demanded, “give me your phone.”

Sydney flinched, like you had just threatened to hit her. “I don’t need to give you-”

“If there’s nothing to hide, then it shouldn’t be a problem.” You interrupted.

A part of you wanted to be wrong. But who else was there to place the blame? Other than the person standing before you.

“You do realise he’s just trying to win you on his side right?” Sydney pulled out her phone, unlocked it and smacked it into your hand, the flesh of your palm stinging.

“He couldn’t handle being rejected by you and now he’s doing anything he can to have you to himself.”

“Shut up.” You told her. You found her instagram and tapped into it. Almost instantly, you found that she had several alternative accounts, all a jumble of random numbers and letters. After clicking through a number of them, you found it, the account that had been bullying you. And low and behold, the first chat at the top of the DMs, was none other than your own and inside it, detailed all the nasty messages that had been sent.

You threw the phone at Sydney, “what the hell is wrong with you?!” you shouted at her. “What do you get out of this?!”

She flinched, but still caught her phone in her hands. “You’re fucking annoying, (Y/N)!” Sydney shouted back at you. “You never shut the hell up about what happened with Malike, even when we all tried to put it behind us, you still had that sad-ass expression! Like you were some kind of wounded puppy!” Sydney crossed her arms and snarled, “so high and fucking mighty. You know you’re not all what you think, you know? Someone had to put you in your place.”

You stared at Sydney, stunned. You wanted to say something back, to defend yourself… but nothing came to mind. Well, what could you say?

All the fire had gone out of you, “never speak to me again.” You hissed at her. She deserved much harsher words, you knew that.

But with the combination of the days funeral, the reveal of Sydney’s betrayal, it all felt like too much. You had burned out.

“Gladly.” Sydney sneered.

As you began to walk away, she called after you, “oh and by the way, y’know Jack and the night you two went out?! He actually did it to mess with you, he thought it would be funny to ask you out then ditch you, seeing as how you were so hung up over that Orc, he thought you needed to be knocked down a peg too!”

You forced yourself to keep walking to the edge of the field, where Malike was leaning against his car door, watching you with hands in his pockets.

But as you got closer and closer to the car, heat rose in your face and your eyes burned as they threatened to overspill with tears.

You didn’t want to let Sydney see what was going on, so you steeled yourself as you stopped in front of Malike. “Let’s go.” You sniffled.

*

Once the pair of you were a safe distance away from the field and Malike had parked the car at the University accommodation.

“So, it was Sydney then, huh?” Malike asked. An air of finality echoed in his voice as if he had expected it all along. No doubt he had probably heard the whole argument the two of you had at the field.

At his words, you couldn’t contain your tears anymore. Clasping your hands to your face, you let out wracked sobs as Malike sat there with you.

“Is there no one I can trust anymore?” You asked, running your arm under your nose. “Why is all of this happening to me? Is God out there to get me?”

“Hey, hey,” Malike placed a hand on your shoulder. “No one’s out to get you. Shit like this just happens sometimes.”

“But she said that Jack stood me up!” You wiped your cheeks, “why would he ever do something like that? I don’t think I was that pushy about what happened with you.” You searched your memory, hoping against hope that there was no truth to what Sydney had said.

“Why would you believe her, hm?” Malike asked, softly. He tucked your hair behind your ear as he continued, “she lied to your face about what she was doing to you, why believe her about Jack?”

You sniffled again as Malike dug around his jacket pocket, pulled out a tissue and handed it to you.

“I… I guess you’re right.” You dotted your nose with the tissue. Malike had a point. Jack even said himself that he couldn’t come and meet you because he was… indisposed at the time.

“I’ll ask him about it tomorrow.” You decided. The only way to get answers, was straight from the horses mouth.

“She was just trying to hurt you because she was cornered like a rat. And what do cornered rats do?” Malike asked you.

“Bite.” You answered.

It was so strange to be around Malike like this again. It felt as though the pair of you had never spent time away from each other. You had no idea that it would be like this when the pair of you met each other again.

“I’m sorry you overheard what Jennifer said at the park.” You told him. “Really, I am.”

Malike gave another sad smile, but said nothing. “It’s all in the past now.” He said, with a shrug. “I doubt you want to go back to class. Let me walk you back to your room.”

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[ameliathornromance]

Are you the Final Girl?

Slasher!Orc x Reader

Chapter 4

Masterlist <---- Full TWs list. For this chapter: Mutilated corpse but only at the start, bad friends.

You don’t know how long you stayed beside the pile of guts and gore that used to be Jennifer’s body.

At some point, a crowd had formed around you, murmuring students and a few lecturers and professors also mingled within the crowd.

At another, you had been picked up, removed from the scene of the crime and sat down on a tree stump, as if you were a doll that was due to play tea time with a few other stuffed toys and a little girl.

A hot cup of… something had been forced into your hands and a blanket draped around your shoulder as the officers around you talked in an inaudible muffle.

The only thing you could do was stare at the white bloodstained sheet that covered the viscera. Of course the Police tried to ask you questions, but you couldn’t hear them.

You only had vision, and that was for the body.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?”

The familiar voice finally brought you out of your blank rumination and drew your attention to the speaker.

For a moment, you saw him again, the blade wielder who had been obscured by shadows, Jennifer’s murderer.

But after the moment of madness cleared, you realised that it was Malike. His eyebrows were knitted together, eyes full of worry. He wore a red pullover hoodie and jeans, gym bag slung across his body.

“Something happened to Jennifer,” you said, stupidly. “Someone…” Your eyes began to water, and Malike bent down next to you, shushing you.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything.” He looked over his shoulder at the officers. “You can speak to them later. Come on, let me take you back to the dorms. You need sleep.”

As if under a spell, you got up and followed Malike away from the crime scene. Nobody stopped you, not even the officers who were too busy trying to keep back the numerous overeager Forensic Studies students who wanted to take a look at the scene.

The pair of you walked in silence, Malike beside you. It suddenly hit you, that this was the first time that Malike had properly spoken to you in two years, let alone spent time with you.

You wanted to say something, conjure up some kind of conversation, but words escaped you. The only thing you could think of was talking about Jennifer’s murder, and when you tried to speak on it, the image of her mangled corpse ran through your mind and you had to force the thoughts away.

Finally reaching your dorm, Malike went to turn away.

“Would you come in with me?” You asked without thinking.

Malike flinched, seemingly surprised by your offer. But if he had any objections, he didn’t vocalise any and nodded.

Once the pair of you had reached your bedroom, Malike asked, “do you want me to get anything for you? Tea or coffee?”

You shook your head. Right now, all you wanted to do was put your head down on your pillow and fall asleep. A part of you wanted this all to be a nightmare, a ridiculous, horrid nightmare.

But everything felt too real. So… severe

“Thank you for coming home with me.” You told him.

Malike gave you a weak smile, “no problem. Do you want me to grab some work from your class and bring it back here? Have something to do to take your mind off…” Malike didn’t finish his sentence.

“No… I think I just need to sleep.” You rubbed your eyes and sat on your bed.

“Alright…” He went to leave again.

“Wait!” You called out, quickly. “Um…” You really didn’t want to be alone right now. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to sleep, knowing that Jennifer’s killer was still out there, at this very moment.

“… Could you, uh,” now that you were going to ask him, you suddenly felt very childish. But asked anyway, “could you stay with me? In the front room?”

You expected Malike to give you a strange look, to wrinkle his nose at you and to brush off your feelings, tell you you’d be fine. Back when you were friends, he certainly would have done that. Maybe even made a few playful jabs at you.

But instead, he nodded. “Yeah of course. I’ll stay here as long as you need.”

Relief washed over you. You thanked him and watched as he closed the door to your room with a soft click.

Drowsiness overtook you and you collapsed into bed, falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

*

“Rise and shine sleepyhead!”

With a hard thwack, the softness of a pillow struck you in the face.

You sat up with a start, arms flailing in an attempt to protect yourself from whatever assault was coming your way.

But as you opened your eyes, you realised that there was no real danger in the room.

Jack and Sydney stood in your room, Jack, holding your pillow, while Sydney only grinned at the sight of your startled face.

“What the hell is your problem?!” You snapped at them. Snatching the pillow from Jack, you squeezed it tightly to your chest as the pair of them laughed.

For a moment, you forgot about last nights events, before they came rushing back in a horrid torrent of dread and fear.

Sydney took a seat on your bed as Jack took a seat at your desk. “We wanted to check on you, but you weren’t waking up.” Jack said with a shrug.

“So you decide to bludgeon me with a pillow?!”

“You weren’t waking up.” Sydney said, simply. Her face suddenly fell and her expression became solemn. “We… also thought that you could do with a bit of cheering up.”

The mood in the room changed after that, Jack and Sydney’s heads hung low as you squeezed the pillow even tighter to your chest.

“What was he doing in your front room?” asked Jack, suddenly.

“Who? Oh,” you said, remembering Malike. “He brought me back here after… I asked him to stay in the front room for me.”

Sydney wrinkled her nose at you in disgust, “why? You know he’s dangerous.”

You went to protest, tell her that she was wrong, but Jennifer’s story from the night before ran through your mind and you looked away from her, down at your bedsheets. “I just didn’t want to be alone.” You answered, simply.

There was little reason to believe that Malike was still a violent person. People change from when they’re young and all teenagers do stupid things like that… even if it is being cruel towards animals. Some of them do it for the approval of their peers, it’s totally possible that he was peer pressured into hurting that squirrel.

And, he was never malicious to anyone or anything when you knew him.

“Well, either way, we’re just glad that you’re alright.” Jack said, sighing. “We couldn’t believe it when we heard. Jennifer, dead? And murdered?” He put his head in his hands. “Everyone liked her, who would have thought that someone would want to kill her.”

“Did you tell the police what you saw?” Sydney asked you.

You shook your head. “I couldn’t even get a word out… I think I was in shock.”

“It’s no wonder that they let Malike take you away then.” Jack said, irritably.

“When you’ve got the energy, we should go and speak to them.” Sydney said, “the detectives are still here. I think I heard something about them wanting to put a curfew in.”

“Did they say that they have any suspects?” You asked.

“No and I don’t think they would tell us even if they did.” Jack said. He slumped in your chair, crossing his arms. “How’re we going to do something for Halloween if they put in a curfew?”

You and Sydney stared at him. “Are you serious?” You asked, incredulously. “Jennifer’s just been killed and all you can think about is your Halloween plans?”

“Don’t give me that look either of you!” Jack snapped, “we just lost our friend, I’m allowed to want to take my mind off of things!”

Sydney rolled her eyes and stood up from your bed. “Let’s get out of here. You need to go and report to the Police anyway… I think Jennifer’s mum is on the way here too. We should get ready to comfort her too.”

You hadn’t even thought about that. Standing, you rummaged through your draws, shooed Jack out of your room with Sydney’s help and began to change.

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Are you the Final Girl?

Slasher!Orc x Reader

Chapter 5

Masterlist <---- Full TWs list. For this chapter: Mention of drugs and animal death.

Jennifer’s funeral was held the next week.

You had told the Police everything you knew, including the fight the two of you had and the phone call shortly before Jennifer’s death.

They had come to the conclusion that with the bad security camera footage and the lack of physical evidence and eyewitness accounts – yours being the only witness of the killer – the death was ruled as ‘accidental’ and the case was closed, much to the outrage of you and Jennifer’s family.

It was a closed casket funeral of course and everyone kept their heads bowed and quiet as Jennifer’s mother gave a tearful speech about her daughter, how beautiful and wonderful she was.

When the celebration of Jennifer’s life was finally over, you departed the chapel, blank faced.

You’d done your crying over the past week. A swirl of confusing emotions had arisen within you, anger, confusion and guilt. The feeling that you should have been the one to stop the murder from occurring, given that you were just feet away from the scene.

But you knew that nothing could have been done. The police told you themselves.

The university implemented a curfew and a ban on parties for Halloween and had entered a one week mourning period in memory of Jennifer.

As you stood there at the chapel entrance as all of Jennifer’s family members and childhood friends filed out of the building, you caught a flash of dark green skin among the people clad in black.

You blinked and found Malike, standing by his car in at the end of the graveyard.

He grimaced and gave you a small wave.

As you went to approach him, a woman shrieked from behind you.

“YOU!”

It was Jennifer’s mother. She stormed past you, and straight for Malike. “You did this, didn’t you?! You monstrous beast! Get away from here!” As she went to swing her black handbag at the Orc a few members of the family rushed over and yanked her away from him, terrified looks on their faces.

You took this opportunity to run over. Grabbing him by the arm, you pulled him to look away from Jennifer’s mother, his eyes wide and full of hurt, “come on, let’s go.”

Malike nodded and stepped into his car, Jennifer’s mother still screaming at the top of her lungs.

Just like your previous walk with him back to your accommodation, the drive was in silence. This time, you broke it.

“Why are you even here?” You questioned. “You must have known that Jennifer’s mother would have not wanted to see you.”

Malike didn’t say anything as the two of you pulled up to a traffic light and stopped at the red light. “… I came because I wanted to see how you were.” He said, quietly. “I haven’t seen you since… and after your friends kicked me out, I didn’t want to bother you…”

You let out a cruel snort of laughter, “well I’m doing fucking awfully. Just as well as you can be since your best friend had been murdered.”

Guilt washed over you. None of this was Malike’s fault. Why take it out on him? He was just checking up on you, it’s not like he was being malicious.

You sighed. “I’m sorry… It’s been a really bad week.”

Malike stayed quiet as he shifted gears and took off on the green light. “Where are Jack and Sydney?”

“They weren’t as close with Jennifer as I was. They said it felt wrong to attend her funeral.” While they had said that, you thought it was more like they just didn’t want to bother with the theatrics of it all. Neither of them were good at that emotional kind of stuff.

“Oh…” Malike said, lamely. “...Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Did Jennifer tell you about the squirrel?”

Your head whipped around to face him, shocked. You hadn’t even thought about that story that Jennifer told you since you spoke to Jack and Sydney in your dorm room. There hadn’t been any time to think about it. So much had been going on.

Malike pulled the car aside and parked. He shut off the engine and turned to look at you.

You didn’t know what to say to him. What could you say? Was there even anything to say?

At your silence, Malike sighed and scratched the back of his head. “It’s… fine if she did. It’s not a moment I’m most proud of, but… I thought that if you knew, you should know the full story.”

“… How did you know that she’d told me?”

Malike gave a nasty snort, “it’s written all over your face. I had a hunch that she’d told you when you told me to get back in the car. If you didn’t know, you would have been asking me what was Jennifer’s mums problem.” He smiled fondly, as he remembered your friendship. “So-”

“I don’t need to know the full story.” You said, quickly. “I was really surprised when Jen told me about the squirrel thing, I didn’t believe you could do something like that.” Realising that you probably came across as rushed and patronising, you took a deep breath in and out, rearranging your words mentally, “what I mean is, even if you did do something like that, you’re not a violent person anymore. I’ve never seen you hurt a fly and from what it seems like, you’re always really careful around your team mates in Rugby.”

Malike’s fond smile turned solemn at your words. “Well, even so, I still feel like you ought to know what actually happened. But, let’s not talk in the car. It’s too awkward.”

He opened the car door and stepped out. You followed after him into a nearby cafe, where you took your seats and ordered drinks.

Once they had arrived, Malike began his tale, “I was in the back garden with a few of my friends from school. We were sat on some new furniture that my mum had recently bought,” he stirred his coffee absently as he looked out the window, “it’s strange. When I think about it, that’s the first thing that comes to mind. Maybe it’s because the furniture was the same colour as the animals fur?” He stopped and placed the spoon down on the saucer. “Anyway, one of my friends got his hands on some of that green plant.”

Malike gave you a knowing look and you nodded, understandingly. “And he convinced us all to smoke it. I was apprehensive of course, I didn’t know how I might react to something like that, but all the others looked like they were having a good time so I took a drag on the… blunt? Is that what they call them?” He looked at you for clarification, but you just shrugged.

“After I did that, I went into a meltdown.” He chuckled, as if it was a silly thing to do. “It wasn’t a rage, I just sat with my knees hugged to my chest and cried as my friends laughed at me. I was just so scared.” Malike shivered as if a chill had gone down his spine. “It was strange watching their faces contort and misshape like that, I think it only heightened my fear.

“And when I was about to hit the peak of the high, I saw it. This squirrel in the bushes. It was twitching and foam was dripping from it’s mouth. At that moment, all the fear I had vanished. I just started laughing at this squirrel.” Malike raised an eyebrow, looking down at his coffee cup. “For some reason, the idea of this squirrel having rabies was just so funny to me at the time. Well, my ridicule of it set it off. Before I knew it, this squirrel had lunged at me and I had it between my hands. It was gnashing it’s teeth and scratching at me and everything. It just made me laugh even harder, I didn’t even realising it was squirming to escape my grasp.”

Malike took his hands of the ceramic and looked at his palms, as if he could still see the blood on his hands. “And then, the next thing I knew, my mum and friends were screaming at me to let it go. But, it was too late.” His voice dropped, weakened. “It’d died… And then after that, when all my friends had gone home, everyone knew about what I did.”

You stayed quiet, watching as Malike folded his arms around his abdomen, as if he was trying to comfort himself. “I didn’t do it on purpose,” he whispered. “I really didn’t mean to.”

“Well of course you didn’t.” You told him, sympathetically. “You were high and attacked by a rabid squirrel. There are a lot worse things that could have happened if you didn’t defend yourself.” Reaching a hand across the table, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Orc.

It was clear he was in a lose, lose situation, regardless of whatever he chose to do. He was impaired and confused, just like that squirrel probably was.

“You could have got bit by that thing or continued to have been terrorised by your friends.” You reasoned.

Malike let out a sigh and uncoiled his arms from around his body. He placed his hand on top of yours, and you gave it a comforting squeeze as he replied, “I know… I keep telling myself that every day, but it’s not easy to forgive yourself for something like that.” He then smiled, “but I knew you’d understand. You’re not like the other people from back home.”

You pursed your lips, still wanting to say something comforting.

When nothing sprang to mind, your phone vibrated in your pocket before anything substantial could materialise, causing you to sigh and break contact with Malike.

Pulling out your phone from your pocket, you checked the message, before rolling your eyes and shoving it back into your pocket.

“What is it?” Malike asked, recognising your frustrated expression. He frowned as you shook your head, “it’s nothing.”

“You can tell me,” he said, “I used to listen to all your problems a few years ago, didn’t I?”

Malike was a good listener and advice giver. Maybe he’d have some ideas on how to deal with your problem.

“At the start of summer last year, I began to get these messages from a blank instagram account,” you explained the rest of the issue, pulling out your phone and showing Malike the abusive messages you’d been receiving.

This person just had to be a thorn in your side, even when you were in mourning. You couldn’t even be left alone to grieve for your friend.

“Wow,” Malike said, recoiling at the messages he read, “this, this is some mean shit. I trust you did all the blocking and reporting right?”

You nodded. “At this point, I don’t know what to do about it. But I mostly ignore them.”

Malike doesn’t say anything back, as his stunned expression became dark. “Have you seen the times that these messages are being sent?” He asked you. “The more recent ones?”

You frowned. What did the timing have to do with the messages? Surely the contents of them was more pressing than the timing of them. “No?”

Malike put your phone down on the table and rotated it to face you. “Look here 6:17am, then later on,” he scrolled a bit further down. “8:25am.”

You raised an eyebrow, “so?”

“They’re the times that the Sprint team does their morning warm ups and runs.” Malike said, observantly. “The beginning of their runs starts at half 6 and continues until quarter past 8. Which means it has to be someone on the Sprint team a few minutes before they start and a few minutes after they finish.”

Your eyes widened, shocked by the conclusion of his inspection. “How’d you know this?” You asked.

“Rugby practice starts around the same time, so it has to be someone in one of these two teams who’s sending these messages.” Malike explained with a shrug.

“Seriously?!” Snatching up your phone, you went back through the month, checking each timestamp the messages were sent on. And sure enough, they all lined up perfectly with Malike’s timings.

“Have you ever seen anyone on their phones before you start practice?”

Malike furrowed his eyebrows, pausing in thought. After a moment, he shook his head. “Most of us are eager to warm up, so we leave our phones in the changing rooms and no one goes in until the end of practice, even on breaks.”

“So it has to be someone in the sprint team.” You concluded. But who would want to send you messages like this? It’s not like your instagram was a public account and you didn’t just give out your handle to anyone. Which means it has to be someone close to you.

And the only person you knew on the Physical Education courses, was Sydney.

And she was on the sprint team.

You stood, jerkily. “Malike. “Where does the Sprint team train?”

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