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prompt-heaven · 2 months ago

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the ultimate list of AUs, kinks and tropes to inspire you for kinktober

some of these are darker in nature since that is fitting for the spooky season.

AUs

academic / teacher / professor / tutor

addams family

babysitter / nanny

bartender

biker

bodyguard

bonnie and clyde

bounty hunter

boxer

camp counselor

circus / carnival

cult

demon / angel

fairytale retelling

fantasy

farmer

firefighter

guardian angel

historical

hybrid

mafia / mob

magic

maid / butler

mechanic

modern

monster / mythology / supernatural

paranormal investigator

pirate / mermaid

post-apocalyptic

priest

prison

rockstar

royalty

serial killer

sex worker / porn / camgirl/boy / stripper

slasher

soulmate

spy / secret agent

steampunk / cyber punk

sugar daddy

tattoo artist

time travel

treasure hunter

vampire

werewolf

wild west

TROPES

a/b/o

against a wall

age gap

amnesia / memory loss

anonymous sex

balcony sex

boss x employee

brothers best friend / dad’s best friend (dbf)

car sex

cheating

clothed sex

comforting sex

coworkers to lovers

cursed / fuck or die / sex pollen

dark / soft!dark

enemies to lovers

exes to lovers

fake relationship

forbidden romance

friends to lovers

friends with benefits

game gone wrong

hate sex / make-up sex

huddle for warmth

just the tip

library sex

loss of virginity

mirror sex

neighbours to lovers

only one bed

opposites attract

period sex

pool / hot tub sex

predator / prey

professor x student

public / semi-public sex

revenge sex

reverse harem

romantic sex

roommates to lovers

rough sex

seduction

sex in an alley

sex in exchange for a favour

sex while camping

shower / bath sex

stalker

stepcest

table sex

unrequited love

yandere

KINKS

aftercare

anal

begging

being recorded / taking pictures

body worship

dom / sub / bondage / bdsm / shibari

breath play / choking

cheating

cockwarming

corruption kink

costumes / uniforms

creampie / breeding / forced breeding

cuckolding

cum in panties

cumplay

cunnilingus / face sitting / rimming / blowjob / deep throating / gagging

dacryphillia

dirty talk / voice kink

double penetration / double penetration in one hole

dry humping / thigh riding

dubcon / noncon / cnc / drugging

dumbification

exhibitionism / voyeurism

fingering

fisting

flashing

food play

footjob

forced orgasm

formal wear

free use

glory hole

glove kink

hand kink

handjob

hole inspection

humiliation / degradation

hunter / prey

impact play / spanking / whipping / hair pulling / pain kink

jealousy / sharing / possessive

knife kink / gun kink

lingerie / stockings / socks

massage

masturbation / caught masturbating / mutual masturbation

medical kink

monsterfucking / tentacles

multiple orgasms

orgasm denial / overstimulation / edging

threesome / orgy / gangbang

partner swap

pegging

piercings

pillow humping

praise kink

premature ejaculation / cuming untouched

pussyjob

roleplay

role reversal

ruined orgasm / cuming without permission

sensory deprivation

sexting / phone sex

facial / swallowing / bukakke

size kink / size difference / belly bulge

skirt stays on

somnophilia / getting fucked to sleep

spit kink

squirting

stripping / lap dance

teasing

temperature play

thigh fucking

throat training

titty fucking

toys / object insertion

OTHER PROMPTS

a ritual gone wrong

a string of unexplained deaths

a summer fling gone horrible wrong, or right

alian abduction

art come to life

basement wife

being paralysed

blackmail

caught trespassing on private property

college party gone wrong

crazy ex

curiosity killed the cat

fate worse than death

final girl

getting stranded in a little town that’s not as wholesome as it seems

ghostface

halloween party

haunted house / abandoned house

haunted object

hitch-hiking gone wrong

hot neighbour that has an obsession with you

i was sent here to assassinate you but now i think i might be in love with you

Items moving and/or going missing

i’ll find you in every universe / century

kidnapping

lost in a maze

mad scientist

magical healing

marriage / wedding / arranged marriage/ forced marriage

mind control / telepathy

mirrors playing tricks on the mind

oh, you had a long day? use me as your personal sex toy in order to unwind

oops, i summoned a demon

oops, i’m dating a serial killer

playing games (like seven minutes in heaven, spin the bottle, hide and seek, etc.) but they have a slutty/dark twist to them

possession (ghost or demon)

power outage

ritual / sacrifice / blood magic

road trip

secret room

serial killers fucking in front of hostages

stalker landlord

stalker wearing the same costume as your partner

stockholm syndrome

the return of a villain thought dead

torture

toxic frat boy

waking up from strange dreams and seeing bruises and marks on your skin that correspond exactly with the dream you just woke from

we’re the last people on the planet and you will be mine

you wake up strapped to a table just as a fuck machine is turned on

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bunbunlovestowrite · 4 months ago

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𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕! ❤︎

Rules☽︎

what I do write for

Female reader

Any race reader (should be obvious)

Any culture reader (if I do not know the culture then I will do my research! Sorry if I get anything wrong!)

Any size reader

NSFW

SFW

Angst

Fluff

Non-humans like monsters and (fake) gods

WlW

If I don't know a character then I may not write for them. I'm sorry :(

New Note: If I write for someone they'll most likely be ooc. I'm finna be 100% with y'all. When I write for x readers I imagine myself as your character (kinda the point) and I write both the character and world in a way I would want. Still love y'all though frfr 🙏♥️

What I don't write for

Male reader

Age play

Non-con, dub-con, that shit is disgusting

Scat

Pee

Animals

Feet

Lactation

BDSM

Face slapping

'Daddy', 'master', names like that

Specific names for readers

Roleplaying kinks

Cheating

Abuse

Self Harm

Fandoms☾︎

Love and Deepspace

Jujutsu Kaisen

NBC Hannibal

Twilight (lame I know :3)

Demon Slayer

Castlevania

The Southern Book Clubs guide to slaying Vampires

Elden Ring

Detroit: Become Human

Baldurs Gate 3

Dragon Age: Inquisition

Alien Vs Predator (yaujta only)

Most slashers except Myers, Brahms, Freddy, Chucky, and the Sinclair boys since I haven't watched their movie yet

The Lost Boys

Peaky blinders

Assassin's Creed

House of The Dragon (Not Aegon, Criston Cole, or Harwin)

𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑺! ✿︎ (only fandoms I currently have posts on are here)

ᒪOᐯᗴ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗪᗴᗴᑭՏᑭᗩᑕᗴ

Father!Sylus x Daughter!Reader pt.1?

Sugar and Salt! Sylus fluff 100 followers celebration

Sylus's opinion on quickies

Showering with Sylus

Sylus hating on Xavier

How Sylus fucks you when he over stimulates you

Sylus x Vampire!Reader (not that good)

ᗰOᑎՏTᗴᖇՏ

Yandere!Tentacle Monster x Fem!Lighthouse reader

ᗴᒪᗪᗴᑎ ᖇIᑎᘜ

Yandere!Rarika x Fem!Reader

ᒍᑌᒍᑌՏTᑌ KᗩIՏᗴᑎ

Summer ends. Camp Counselor! Gojo x Counselor!Reader

Demon Slayer

Hashira men reacting to your neighbor asking you to be quiet

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zombiekillerbiceps · 2 years ago

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Closing In

Leon follows reader home...

Note: thank you to anon for suggesting this premise, ohhhh I did not realize how much I would like writing this - and thank you everyone for your patience!

Content: 3.9 k words, 18+, cnc with enthusiastic consent, stalking roleplay, slasher roleplay, home invasion roleplay, denial, rough sex, taunting, humiliation, crying, overstim, sadism/masochism, Slasher!Leon, obsessed Leon, LeonxReader, fem reader, no y/n.

"I dunno, I just think it's kind of romantic," you say. Your hands fiddle nervously with the tassels on your throw pillow.

"He was a stalker, babe." Leon's voice hides just a hint of amusement. "He cut women up."

"Okay, but besides that-"

"Besides the... The serial killing."

"Yes! Besides the serial killing."

Leon stared at you, an eyebrow arched in judgement. You tried to stay straight faced - by God, you tried - but he had a way of half-smirking his way past your mask with his annoying, pretty face.

"Look, I'm just saying," you roll your eyes, not even sure why you keep talking, "something about... Obsessing over someone like that is kiiind of romantic. What's the point of love if it doesn't make you a little crazy? Y'know? Anne Rice would agree with me."

"Anne Rice was horny for a Confederate twink," he points out.

You gawk for a moment. But like, he's kind of right. So instead of saying anything clever, you throw the pillow at him. He deflects it with his forearm, but that gives you the opening to jump on him. You're wrestling in no time, breathless and sweaty and... Moving against each other...

You're out for lunch with your friend, Jessie, at some too-fancy Parisian style café. You sip a caramel iced latte and share a plate of rose coloured macarons. She complains about her studies, you complain about work, and you both come to the resounding agreement that deadlines suck. She complains about her last date, some butch that was more well-read than her that accidentally made her feel stupid. You don't have the heart to tell her that they sounded cool as hell. You tip-toe around telling her about Leon. It's not that you weren't proud of him, it was just... With the nature of his job, what were you going to say? Yeah, I'm seeing this guy who has a gun case built into the dresser and is super paranoid about people visiting his place and won't tell me what he does but he's like, totally a sweet guy and not some psycho? Yeah. Okay.

You stretch, appreciating the summer sun on your limbs and the peaceful breeze around your skirt. Your phone rings. Jessie snatches it up before you have a chance to, and then gives you the most scandalous, shit-eating grin you've ever seen.

"No. Don't you dare-!"

"Hiiiii lover boy," she coos over the phone.

Oh fuck, kill me.

"Jessie, give me the phone!" You reach across the table, the ceramic plate between you clattering loudly against the glass table. You freeze, feeling eyes on you. Jessie opens her mouth in mock embarrassment.

"So you're the secret boyfriend that my best friend keeps hiding from me?"

"Jessie, come on."

She listens for a moment, then laughs. You get up from your chair and walk over to her while she tries to twist away from your grasp.

"mhm, mhm - oh, sorry, I think someone wants to talk to y-"

You finally snatch it from her grasp. You give her a stare with the intensity of someone who can kill by staring. You try to keep your voice as flat as possible.

"Hey, sorry about that. What's up?"

"Is that Jessie?" He asks. He's got that... Quirk in his voice. The one that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You can feel Jessie watching you and try to keep it cool.

"Yeah, sorry, she's like, literally five years old sometimes."

"She seems fun."

"Babe, I'm kinda busy, did you have a reason for-"

"That's a pretty dress you're wearing."

You freeze halfway to sitting back down in your chair. Jessie tilts her head, giving you that concerned-puppy-dog face she did when she knew something was up.

You clear your throat and find it suddenly dry. You sit back down but you're a little clumsy, your skirt getting caught on the arm rests. You snatch it back, and then trying to regain your cool, you take a sip from your iced latte. You hear him chuckle on the other end. Did it get cold all of a sudden?

"What, uh, what do you mean by that?"

You can practically hear him grin into the receiver.

"I mean," he says, drawing out every syllable. "I can see you. And you look pretty today. That skirt will roll up pretty easy-"

You hang up on him. Mostly in panic. There was no way you were going to do that in public! Your eyes scan the area around you. Pretty cafe patio, pretty park across the street, some people going about their daily business. You can't see him anywhere. He must be fucking with you. He must have known you were going to wear a dress, it's so hot out, and where would he even be hiding?

A cold hand touches yours and you almost jump out of your skin. Jessie's taking your hand in hers, and when you meet her gaze, she looks like she's about to cry.

"I'm so sorry if I caused any issues between you, I totally shouldn't have answered it. I didn't think he'd like, get angry with you," she starts to wetly babble, swaying between guilty and protective. You love her very much, but you don't know what to say.

Oh, it's just this weird sex game we play, I promise this brooding dude who you've never met and only spoken to once is definitely a good guy and not like emotionally abusive.

"Hey, hey, Jessie. Don't worry about it. It wasn't about that he's got this... Thing. Unrelated. But uh, look, I have to go."

She frowns, almost curving her pink lip-glossed mouth into a pout.

"If he so much as leaves a scratch on you, I will kill him."

Your thoughts flit to the bite marks and bruises that are just covered by your dress. If only she knew.

You kiss her cheek, snatch up one final macaron, and take your leave. You try to control your pace, look cool, act natural. Your eyes scan the buildings and alleyways around you. You seriously can't find him.

Your phone rings.

You stare at it for a moment. Your hands are shaking a little when you answer it.

"It's sweet how much she cares about you," he says. An idea dawns on you. You nod and give an mhm sound, listening around you for anything noticeable. A church bell rings just ahead of you and you hear it echo over the phone.

"You're close," you say. You try to sound threatening. He just laughs at you.

"Obviously. How else would I know you're wearing that citrus perfume I love?"

"I wear that everyday." Your voice shakes as you speak, and you can't help but whip your head around. You half expect to see him there, but it's just some guy who gives you a dirty look.

"No, you don't. You only wear it when you're going to see friends. You usually wear the vanilla one. You like that it's so subtle."

You're a little impressed he noticed that. It was kind of sweet, really, if he wasn't totally freaking you out. How did he possibly get close enough to smell your perfume without you noticing? You start walking again. You want to catch the train home. Maybe you can trap him there.

You use the shop windows as you pass to get a better look, pretending to window shop.

"Do you think I'd look good in that," you ask, with no idea what you're referring to. You're looking past whatever is behind the glass to observe the reflection. A spot of blonde hair, maybe... He got a totally different hair cut? No. Not him.

"Using the reflection. Clever."

He hangs up.

You spin around again, desperately searching the crowd. He was a beefy guy and he moved like a panther, there's no way he was just casually blending in. But, you can't find him.

You wrap your arms around your core. Knowing you're being watched makes you want to shrink into yourself. Yet you can't ignore the excitement you feel. It was kind of romantic, really. Kind of dangerous.

You liked Leon best when he was dangerous.

You set off again, somehow walking a knife's edge between nervous and confident. Both prey and prize. You keep looking over your shoulder as you pass into the crowded underground of the subway station. It's right around rush hour and it's so packed you can hardly move. Other people are breathing your oxygen and you're just recycling theirs. It's tight, and hot, and moving at the exact speed that makes you feel like no one is really getting anywhere. You pull your purse tight to your body and try to shove past people, only to be confronted with more people.

Your phone rings. You hang up. And then, in a stroke of brilliance, you call back.

His ringtone echoes out in the tiled halls. You try desperately to find it, but it only rings out twice, then it's lost in the sea of people.

"Clever," his voice is deep on the other end. "I'm almost impressed."

"Yeah. Why don't you stop hiding?"

"Oh, I know you're eager, but I didn't think you'd want me to cut you up in this crowd."

He's impatient. You can tell by the sharpness of his voice that he's more frustrated than he admits. The threat sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but picture yourself bent over on the filthy tile floor, knife to your throat, fucked within an inch of your life as people step past. The ebb and flow of the crowd pushes you towards the oncoming subway.

"What exactly is your plan?" He asks. You can hear the screeching brakes over the phone. "I know you take the 76 Southbound until Queen Street. I know you get off and walk two blocks to George Street. I know you live in a turn of the century brownstone with a heritage plaque and bathroom sink that takes forever to drain."

You step onto the 76 Southbound near the front. You press your back to the wall and watch as people get on.

"Yeah, well," you say victoriously, "I know you have to go the same way."

And then you see him. He walks directly into your trap, and realizes it too late. His blue eyes widen in realization. The door slams shut behind him.

You hang up.

Some people pile up in front of you, giving you cover from him. You watch him from behind shoulders and under arms. Open, navy bomber jacket and a grey t-shirt with black jeans doesn't exactly scream slasher killer. But, something about how casual he looks keeps your attention. He blends in, he's unsuspecting. And, to your surprise, he's grinning like a fox.

He's broad, and when he moves through the crowd, people make room for him. He scans every seat and every face with purpose. Inching his way towards the back. You realize you have nowhere to go. You start to panic. Maybe you get off a stop early? And then what, he beats you to your house and waits for you?

No, you have to get home before he does. Lock the doors before he can get in. You push closer to the door so you can be the first one off. You turn to track his progress and directly meet his gaze.

Fuck.

His expression drops, his eyes glaring at you from under his brow. You're almost hypnotized by them, frozen in place while he cuts through the crowd.

You're pinned down with nowhere to go. But, surely, nothing will happen in public, right?

He pushes past a few more people and then he's on you. He towers above you, his broad shoulders cutting out other's view of you. You notice how his t-shirt clings to his body. How well fitting his jeans are. You also notice the angry squint in his eyes from under his brow.

"Did you really think you could hide from me?" He brings a hand down to touch your hip, holding it in his grasp. You quiver against him as he leans down, close enough to whisper in your ear. "Don't you know I’ll always find you?"

You turn your head away from him defiantly. Your eyes scan the train, but passengers nearby don't seem to notice. They all have that vacant long-day- commute stare.

"No one's going to help you, sweetheart." He closes in, one arm rests on the wall beside you, his body angled to ensure prying eyes can't see. His free hand slides up your body. It caresses the curves of your hips, the softness of your tummy, the round of your breast.

You flush. Your hands come up to his chest as if that will stop him from pawing at your tits.

"Leon, seriously? Here?" You whisper it, completely embarrassed.

"I can take you whenever I want." He uses that commanding voice you've only heard a handful of times before. "You're mine."

To prove his point, his hand dips between your thighs, and he presses his fingers against your pussy over the fabric of your skirt. It's so sudden and strong, your hand goes to his wrist on instinct. He doesn't stop, rubbing hard enough to make your legs shake.

"Could probably take you right here," he mutters, his breath hot on your ear. You feel yourself get wet at the thought.

"Queen Street." The robotic, automated subway voice chimes out from overhead.

The door opens. You lose your balance, but manage to recover quickly. You move fast, hoping to put as much distance between yourself and Leon as you can. You take the stairs two at a time until you breach the surface, taking in the fresh air like it would save you. But the summer heat brokers no peace, and you know Leon isn't far behind.

You don't look behind you for fear of slowing down. You take one block normally, then decide to cut through an alley way to save time. Every minute was another he could be gaining on you.

As you take a few paces into the alley, your hair starts to stand on end. It's somehow darker here, the smell of mildew and gasoline making your stomach turn. Your cell phone rings. You answer.

"Stop calling!" You snap, betraying more fear than you mean to.

"An alleyway? You're smarter than this." Leon is unphased by your outburst.

You give in, turning your head to look behind you. He stands at the other end, the sun behind him obscuring his features.

Then he moves. With long, easy strides, he makes ground quickly. His hands are stuffed in his pockets and he whistles a slow, off-beat tune.

You turn and run. Your hand meets the corner at the end of the alley and you use it to redirect your momentum. Full tilt sprinting in a sundress down a public street in the middle of the day probably makes you look crazy. Leon made you look crazy.

You get to your brownstone on George Street. You take the few steps up to the front door. You throw your phone in your purse as you frantically rip through it for your keys.

Fuck, come on, where are they? Lipstick, tampon, water bottle, wallet FUCK! There. You snatch them up like they'll save your life. Your hands shake as you put them in the lock. It turns, and you take one last look to see Leon - oh shit!

He's at the base of the stairs! He takes them by two. You manage to get the door open wide enough to barely squeeze through. His hand slaps against the door but you throw your full weight against it. It slams in his face. He turns the knob. You struggle to hold it against him as you turn the dead bolt. Then the chain. He slams a fist against the door and you slowly back away from it.

A chilling thought dawns on you.

Back door.

You run to the other side of the house, tripping over shoes and a discarded purse as you do, cursing as they steal precious seconds from you. You turn the corner and run directly into the door. Your body stings from the impact. You shakily turn the lock.

Silence. For a few, long minutes, there's just silence. You wonder, disappointed, if he gave up, but take the time to catch your breath.

Your cell phone rings. Sweat rolls down your back as you answer it.

"I got you, motherfucker."

"Did you?" He asks. His voice is cool. Calm. "How confident are you that you got to the back door before I did?"

"I would have heard you come in." You aren't so sure.

"Would you?"

Your apartment is small. You approach the bedroom, then quickly snap the door open. It lies still. Empty.

"You don't scare me," you lie.

"I really almost had you there, didn't I?" He's calling your bluff as you move into the kitchen, "What do you think I would have done if I'd caught up to you?"

The kitchen is still and quiet too. You don't have an answer for him, anxiety knotting in your stomach. You take the turn into the living room.

His arms wraps around your waist with enough strength to lift you off the ground. You scream. You kick at him, but he doesn't budge, dragging you into the living room.

You see a window open.

"Did you climb the fucking trellis?" You ask, shocked and amused at the sight. He tries not to laugh.

"Yeah."

"What are you, Romeo?"

"You said you wanted romance," and then, his voice drops again to that cold, serious tone that makes you feel like prey, "isn't this what you wanted?"

He lets you go and you take the opportunity to run. But his hand is entangled in your hair, the sharp pain making you cry out. Tears gather in your eyes and you whimper. You grab his forearm and try to pull away, but the self-inflicted pain makes you freeze. He rolls his eyes.

"You're just so fucking predictable."

He drags you across the living room floor. It hurts, bare knees roughly hitting the hard wood floor. He lifts you up with an arm around your stomach. Then, he's bending you over the couch.

You try to push back against it. You struggle against him. He pulls your head back by the hair and you nearly sob.

"Please, don't," you whimper. He rolls his eyes at you.

"Not our safe word, sweetheart."

His words make you feel so beautifully helpless. The tears finally fall down your cheeks and, at the same time, you become aware of how soaked your cotton underwear is. His hand comes up and slaps you sharply. You whimper. He does it again, this time harder. The stinging in the side of your face is enough to make your pussy clench around nothing.

He pins you to the side of the couch his hands on your hips. He rolls your skirt up, and makes a choked sound at the sight of you. He tears your underwear down harshly.

"Please, don't," he mocks with a harsh slap on your ass. "Try and tell me you don't want this."

A finger slides along your slick, from hole to clit. He presses his finger against it just slightly but it's enough to make your hips buck. He gently rolls a finger around your clit a few times, already building that high in the pit of your stomach. He barely fucking touched you and you're already desperate to cum, breath ragged, legs shaking. Leon pulls away. You whimper in disappointment. Then his hand comes down hard against your ass cheek. Then again. Then again. Then again.

The pain is overwhelming. But god, you don't want him to stop. You want hand-shaped bruises on your ass, you want to remember this every time you sit down for the next week.

"You look so pretty for me when you cry" His hand still wet from your cunt comes up and rubs your tears away, leaving an obscene mix of your tears and your desperation for him on your cheeks. The tears keep falling anyways. Then, softly, "you do remember our safe word, right?"

You nod, but you don't say it. You want to go further. You want him to hurt you more.

“Hey, answer me when I’m fucking talking to you,” he grabs you roughly by the jaw, wrenching your face to look at him.

“Yes,” you nod, desperately. “I remember.”

“Wasn’t so fucking hard,” he says. He slaps you again, hard enough to stun you into a stupid, teary-eyed grin.

You hear his pants unbutton, then unzip, then fall to the ground, but you're so overwhelmed you can't move. His hand still in your hair, still tugging enough to remind you of your place beneath him, he lines his hips up with yours.

Then he's pushing into you. One, smooth motion is all it takes, your cunt greedily pulling him in. A high pitched moan escapes his throat, followed by a groaned "so fucking wet."

He fucks you deep and slow. Torturously slow, enjoying every minute of pleasure that he gets. The head of his cock presses against your g-spot, building the high like one boils water. Slowly. Your abdomen pressed against the couch makes it easier for him. The hour of teasing and adrenaline and painful foreplay has you overstimulated. But it’s really the slow, deep fucking that drives electricity through your body. Push and pull, ebb and flow, your face and ass stinging as he works. You’re already bordering on the edge, but his pace doesn’t allow you to go over. You just hover there. And hover there. And hover there. For what feels like hours you’re kept right on the edge without ever going over, building the tension inside you until it fucking hurts, and then you’re crying again. You want him to slam his hips into you, to fuck you into the couch, to do something to make you cum, but he doesn’t.

“Leon, it hurts,” you whine.

“It’s supposed to.”

“Please,” you beg, desperation making your voice hoarse. “Please just make me cum, please.”

“Relax.”

“Leon-”

“I said relax. Or I’ll stop right now. Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you shake your head, hair falling into your face.

He takes his time to smooth it back, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. He wipes more tears from your cheeks. When he speaks, though, his voice is so hard and cold.

“Greedy little whore.”

With no warning, he’s fucking into you harder. Faster. It only takes a few thrusts before you’re cumming on his cock. Your body tenses so hard your muscles scream, shaking and moaning and gasping for air. Your cunt tightens so hard you hear Leon breathe a fuck, baby. It feels like it lasts forever, and when you finally come down, you’re entirely dazed.

You’re... vaguely aware of his cum dripping out of you, hot and sticky. But for the most part you just feel like you’re floating. Leon slowly lowers you to the floor, grabbing a throw pillow and tucking it under your head. You close your eyes.

You wake again when the room is an orange glow, a blanket thrown over you for comfort. Leon is lounging on the couch reading a book, and when you stir, you immediately have his attention.

“Hey,” you mumble sleepily.

“Hey. Thought I’d let you sleep, you looked like you needed it. Why don’t I run us a shower?”

“Yeah,” you smile softly, dreamy fuzziness still clinging to you. “I’d like that.”

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lordsofthevideowasteland · 2 years ago

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Coming soon, a new Tabletop Horror Ordeal for the SQUISHY system, or for any system you wish to play it in.

CAMPFIRE CARNAGE

Featuring art by your favorite horror artists, a toolset to generate your own campground, lake, river, or forest based horror tale. Be it monsters, slashers, ghosts, or mutants, CAMPFIRE CARNAGE has it all.

Protect the kids, watch your back, and make it through Summer... In one piece...

CAMPFIRE CARNAGE

for the SQUISHY tabletop roleplaying system

(also system agnostic)

Find it at surgeryhead.itch.io or Exalted Funeral

COMING EARLY 2023

#art by AC Tremblay #Trevor Henderson #Patrick Loveland #and Surgeryhead #Horror RPG #TTRPG #Summer Camp #Slasher #Monster #Creature #retro horror #sinisterscribbles

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gwenthebard · 2 months ago

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NOW OUT: Knife, Camera, Scream!, a roleplaying game of Slashers and Victims

Knife, Camera, Scream! is a roleplaying game where players take on the role of Victims in a slasher movie. Whether working at a summer camp, going on vacation in the country, or targeted while resting at home, there's no where Victims are safe from whatever Killer is cast for the role.

Open ended with a variety of Victim and Killer options pulled from all across the genre, Knife, Camera, Scream! is a one stop shop for fans of Slasher movies. From the self-aware fun of the 90s to the gruesome depths of the 70s Grindhouse, this is a game for all horror fans who've ever wanted to play in a Slasher movie.

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bunnyanqel · 4 months ago

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Monster

Summary: Serena's watched enough slasher films to know what's going to become of her when the masked man who's broken into her house corners her. But she's also watched enough porn to know what he means by ‘play.’

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, dirty talk, MDNI, porn without plot, consensual non-consent, roleplay, rape roleplay, mask kink, creampie, aftercare, unsafe sex, painful sex, established relationship

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 also on AO3 ! 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

Serena’s head connected painfully with the floorboards beneath her, covered in layers of dust and grime, but her attention was riveted on the man in front of her. He was one lone uninterrupted line of black, save for the unsettling white Ghostface mask.

Her stomach tightened as she fought to breathe past the terror, her lungs burning, tasting the burn of bile at the back of her throat. Her muscles spasmed and screamed as she lay sprawled at his feet, feeling far too exposed in her ripped T-shirt and sleep shorts.

“What—what do you…” she trailed, her voice tight and her throat tighter, as she watched him nervously.

Waking up in her little cabin to an intruder had been terrifying but more terrifying, more humiliating, had been her response to his—well, everything. The telltale heartbeat between her legs, the hammering of her pulse, the warmth that suffused her face…she wanted him.

“What do I want?” He cocked his head, the mask gleaming in the thin shafts of daylight peeking in through the thin curtains. “Simple, Serena.” There were those heavy footfalls again as he approached, each one reverberating through her teeth, making her heart sledgehammer harder in her ribcage. “You.” In one move, he dropped into a crouch in front of her, and even though she couldn’t see his eyes through the black eyeholes, she could feel them, intense and not unlike a predator’s stare. “Just you.”

“Wh—what do you mean? Me? Why me? I don’t—I don’t understand.” Hot tears sprang to Serena’s eyes as her sinuses burned with an impending meltdown, sniffling desperately to keep the snot at bay. She might’ve still been wearing her pajamas and her bonnet hadn’t been knocked off yet but she could still die without the embarrassment of snot running down her face.

“You don’t have to,” Ghostface replied as he placed a hand on her knee, his white fingers almost like chalk against the dark-brown of her skin. He squeezed painfully but she swallowed the whimper of discomfort down, refusing to give him the satisfaction of it. “I don’t expect you to, baby. It’s a hard pill to swallow.” His hand slid down her thigh, over the stretch marks of her freshman growth spurt, not minding the wideness at all. “But know that you’re my everything.” His fingertips delved underneath the hem of her shorts, sending shockwaves through her body when they wedged underneath the elastic leg hole of her panties.

She squirmed and tried to twist out of his grasp, but he shoved her, hard, onto her back with enough force that it punched the air from her lungs. While she gasped for breath, he crawled on top of her, pinned her with his heavy, oppressive weight, and shoved her legs apart.

His cock pushed against her pussy through the denim of his jeans and the thin, wet cotton of her panties. It was hefty and large, and terror clamped her throat tight when he shoved her T-shirt around her neck, baring her heavy breasts and the dark nipples capping them to the chilled summer air and his eyes. The prickle of tears turned into actual tears that ran down her face, but he didn’t seem to mind or care if the groan he let out was any indication.

Her tongue felt thick and heavy in her mouth as his hand slid between them to palm at his erection, his grip tight and pace punishing. His gaze was on her chest, and she felt more than saw the edge of the knife he had clutched in his fist slide along the edge of her shorts. The fabric was no match for the sharp blade, falling away with ease, baring her pussy.

She was frozen now like a deer in the headlights, unable to do anything except lay there as he pulled off the mask to reveal his face. He was white, college aged, with curly brown hair frizzing around his flushed face and big puppy dog brown eyes.

“P-please, don’t—”

He shoved her T-shirt over her head, knocking her bonnet off in his hurry, and then he was kissing her, hard. His teeth hit her lips painfully as his tongue shoved deep into her mouth, working in tandem while he yanked down his pants. The thick, heavy length of his cock pushed against her pussy, against her clit, and she fought harder, trying to twist out from under him, to dislodge him but he smacked her head into the floorboards again. Hard. So hard she saw stars and her vision blurred.

If I smack my head one more time, she thought dimly, unwilling to finish the sentence even in her mind, and fell limp against him, allowing him to paw at her. To catch a nipple between his hungry, hot lips and suck, his hand delving between her legs to toy with her clit, working it into a swollen mess.

Hot, unwanted pleasure burned through her body, making her pussy slippery as his mouth sucked and sucked and laved at her sensitive nipple. Even though her mind rebelled, it didn’t matter to her body—it was being given attention and would respond accordingly.

“St—stop,” she begged, voice coming thick and slurred between her numb lips, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Or maybe he just didn’t care. Either way, he didn’t stop, not for a second, continuing to torment her and wrong unwanted waves of pleasure from her. His tongue was hot and circled her nipple again and again, and as he circled and pinched her sensitive clit, he rubbed his cock along the folds of her swollen, sopping pussy.

She peeked down past her round belly and moaned at the sight. She’d felt he was big and lengthy but seeing it in person, against her pubic hair, was another thing entirely. It was a battering ram, flushed-pink and dripping precum just for her, between her pussy lips and she was terrified of it going inside of her. It wouldn’t fit, surely? He’d split her in two if he tried to cram her full of his dick, and she would die right here on the dirty floor, and it would be the strangest death in history—death via monster dick.

“You’re getting so wet for me, sweetheart,” the man whispered hungrily, pulling off the raw, tender flesh of her nipple only to suck the neglected one into his mouth promptly. This time with teeth. And more sucking, his cheeks hollowing, as he sucked and sucked until her back arched off the floor, nails clawing at his skin, trying to find purchase, push or pull him away.

“Do—don’t!” she sobbed as tears ran down her face unchecked, her breath rasping out of her in quick, wet hiccups that burned. “Don’t…” Her head lulled back and forth as her vision blurred.

He was tormenting her, dragging it, getting her as wet as possible before he stuffed her full of his cock and had his way with her. She hated this, hated him, and yet her cunt got wetter and wetter the more he suckled at her raw nipple and rubbed at her clit. It pooled underneath her ass, trailing down her ass crack, so thick she could smell it and hear it as it slid over the man’s cock. Aided him in his ultimate prize—being inside of her pussy, forcing her.

Then he stopped, breathing heavily, and sat back on his haunched, his hands finding the pits of her knees, pushed her legs towards her chest, baring her pussy, and notched the head of his cock against her entrance.

And then he was inside of her in one thrust, forcing every single fat inch into her, stuffing her. Filling her. It felt like he was in her belly, rearranging organs to make more, more, more room inside of her for his dick. Above her, his arms shaking, he let out a small, weak little moan. That was all she was given to adjust before he was pistoning in and out of her cunt, battering her insides, fucking her hard and deep. In and out and out and in, long, brutal thrusts that slammed his entire monster dick inside of her, withdrew, and then pummeled into her again.

She screamed and cried and pleaded with every single one.

“Oh fuck! Don’t—don’t! Stop! Please, please, I can’t—”

And every single time his hand caught her throat, squeezing until her vision started spotting, and she could only lay there and take every vicious punch of his hips, his hardness brutalizing her, destroying her. Her cunt welcomed him like a traitor, gushing around his length, leaving a thick, slippery film of cream to aide his destruction.

She was his toy, his flesh light, nothing more than a hole to hammer into until he came, and she hated, hated, hated how sopping her pussy had become. How it left her pubic hair and his wet, how it slurped and squelched around his cock.

Her eyes rolled back into her skull as he hooked a leg over his shoulder, spreading her wider, hitting something deep and painful inside of her pussy. Her hands scratched at him, clawed long bleeding welts into his back and his chest and his arms as he brutally fucked her into the floor, each stab of his thick meat punching the air from her lungs, forcing tears and drool.

“Fuck, baby, your cunt’s so fucking tight,” he rasped in her ear as he continued to fuck her, his body flexing above her, his hard thighs connecting with hers, his heavy balls bouncing off of the back of her thighs. One hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head to the side so he could suck and lav a bruise onto the side of her throat while the other push and pulled her up and down the length of his cock.

This man fucked like an animal, savage and unrepentant, letting all of his weight hit her with every thrust, her pussy squeezing him tighter and tighter, her cries filling the air between.

“Go ahead and scream, baby. No one can hear you cry for help,” he grunted as he pushed into her again, striking something that made her jolt and squeal like a stuck pig. With a wicked grin she felt against her skin, he angled his hips to hit that spot again, hammering into it until she began to cry and dry-heave from the pleasure. He was relentless, slamming into her, violating that spot and her tender, swollen pussy for his pleasure alone.

Her head went fuzzy and tight with white-hot pleasure as she lay there, her body jerking and twitching, her throat raw, dry-heaving from the intensity. She’d never been pounded like this before, pinned down to the ground and brutalized, and her body screamed at the manhandling.

When she came, it was with a scream that made even him wince, though he still kept fucking her with it, kept stuffing her with his dick through the contractions of her pussy walls, laughing because it was still slobbering and spitting all over his dick. Her clit throbbed as his pubic hair ground into it, still sensitive from her mind-melting orgasm, like sandpaper and she mewled in pain.

“My clit…” she sobbed in defeat, clutching his forearms as he adjusted himself, bracing himself above her in a plank position. Then he really fucked her, deep brutal strokes that made her pussy scream, made her scream out in shock and pleasure-pain. Her stomach hurt as he slammed all of his meat into her raw pussy, again and again and again. Even though she screamed and cried and damn near vomited from it.

And when he came, it was hard, on a punishing hip punch that made her jolt and almost vomit, his cock throbbing inside of her even as he slowed his thrusts, still punishing her with them, not stopping even after he’d cum. His thrusts slowed and gentled, her pussy spasming around him as he slumped against her, shaking, trembling, his muscles quivering, his skin wet with sweat and hot from exertion.

“You okay, baby?” he asked softly as he dragged his face away from the crook of her neck, running his hands along her sides, soothing.

Serena managed to crack an eye open at her husband and grinned. “Mmhm. S’good, Eds.”

Eddie shifted, his cock still inside of her, and they both moaned weakly at the overstimulated sensation. “God, baby, you’re dripping all over the floor. Fucking soaked my dick.” He kissed her tenderly.

“Bubble bath and pizza?” she mumbled even as her eyes had begun to slide shut the way they always did after a scene.

“Bubblebath and pizza,” he confirmed.

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