#the creep smut josef

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Reader is female • Y/N is Billie in this story; Josef uses the alias John • Christian/Catholic imagery mentioned, as well as cancer/death • dry humping, breast worship, coming in clothes, some aggression/biting, squirting, Josef lying/manipulating but he’s hella cute doing it… 😊 🥳 happy new year 2025!

You never did anything like this. It was fucking insane. Risky at the very least, and at the worst, potentially deadly. Yes you were strapped for cash, but responding to an anonymous Craigslist ad to record a man in private-with god knows what in mind-was an incredibly bold move, even for you. Thankfully, you were meeting at a hotel, instead of his private residence, a fact that made you feel slightly less worried. If the guy did turn out to be a serial killer or something, you at least had the guarantee of people close by who could hear you scream for help. That is, of course, if you were able to scream at all. You considered that the ‘audience,’ you were hoping for in the form of hotel guests may turn out to be witnesses instead.

The thought chilled you, and you tried to put it out of your mind. This was a responsible act, you told yourself, not the reverse. It would be irresponsible to miss rent again, to potentially lose your home. Times were tough; the debt you’d acquired from college wasn’t going anywhere soon. It was time to put the creative arts degree you’d worked for to use. Filming some guy in a hotel room for a few hours, for well over a thousand dollars, balanced things out in your mind. He was probably just some weirdo making an avant-garde film, you assured yourself. And if by chance the guy ended up having genuine talent himself, combined with your editing skills, the film might actually be an important addition to your resume.

Finding the hotel was easy enough. You’d driven past it on the highway probably hundreds of times in your life, so the name was familiar to you. But you’d never been a guest at the hotel, nor had you really seen it up close. In perspective, it wasn’t quite as clean-cut as your brief glimpses from the highway had suggested. The word that came to mind for describing the place was ‘seedy,’ like you were walking onto the location of Dan Bell’s Another Dirty Room series. Your instincts told you this was a bad sign, both figuratively and literally, as you took in the sun-bleached name of the hotel emblazoned above the lobby entrance. You reminded yourself of the money you needed, the money that was promised for you on the other side of Room 222’s door. The outside condition of the hotel didn’t really matter, you reasoned. Maybe the man who hired you was strapped for cash himself? Perhaps he didn’t have many options in terms of location, and simply chose the hotel that suited his budget? Maybe I shouldn’t be such a stuck-up bitch, you wondered, feeling a little ashamed. You’d been trying to work on slowing your initial responses to people and places, not wanting to judge a book by its cover, so to speak. It was a new year, and a new start for you towards being a more open-minded individual. This experience was testing your commitment to improving yourself, because your intuition was practically screaming at you to get the hell out of there.

Taking a deep, mindful breath, you entered the elevator. Its interior was just as dingy as the rest of the hotel, and when the doors opened on the second floor, you were hit immediately with the smell of stale cigarettes and booze. Another sigh, this one a little less mindful, left your lungs heavily. You adjusted the strap of your camera bag on your shoulder, and proceeded to room 22…

When you’d reached the stranger’s door, you took a second to settle your nerves before knocking twice. “John?’ you called, forcing your voice steady. “It’s Billie.” Only silence responded from behind the door at first, followed by the sound of footsteps quickly approaching. The door pulled open, just a crack, but enough for you to see the face of the man who’d hired your services for the next few hours. The first thing you noticed were his eyes. They were kind eyes, you assessed, a warm hazel with flecks of copper that revealed themselves when the light caught them just right.

“You’re Billie?” Josef asked. He was obviously surprised, and you quickly realized why. “I was expecting someone…someone-.” Josef paused.

“Male?” you offered. “I get that a lot.” Josef chuckled good-naturedly, his friendly smile easing your nerves. “Well with a name like Billie,” he said, pulling back the door for you. “I can imagine it happens a lot. Please-.” He waved his hand past himself to the room. “-Come in.”

The more you saw of Josef, the more you liked him. He was taller than you, but not so tall that it was off-putting. He was just right, the kind of height you wouldn’t even have to lift on your tiptoes to kiss. The mental image flickered through your mind, and you cleared your throat, remembering why you were there in the first place. Yes he was a good looking guy, who for some reason put you at ease in a way you’d never felt when meeting someone new before. But you were there for the sole purpose of capturing his artistic vision on film, and for that purpose alone.

“So what did you have in mind, John?” you asked, setting your bag down on one of the two queen beds. Josef cocked his head, his curious expression returning. The door clicked shut behind him. You watched to make sure he didn’t turn the lock. Even though you really liked this guy, he was still a stranger. And you were still standing here with him in a sleazy hotel room, with his body currently between you and the door.

“I appreciate your question, Billie,” he said, emphasizing your name. “Billie. Billie the Kid. Anyone ever call you that, Billie?”

You felt your cheeks flush a little, because for some reason, his question felt like a compliment, even though it wasn’t. “I-um,” you distractedly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “My dad used to call me that. When I was little.”

Josef nodded, snapping his fingers for emphasis. “Smart man. He had vision. As do I-.” He ducked suddenly around a corner and returned with what looked to be a veil, like the kind you’d seen the Virgin Mary depicted wearing in art. Josef draped the lace fabric over his shoulders and approached you, his face and tone solemn with importance: “…And with your creative direction, Billie, my vision will be brought to life…It was fate herself that willed our paths should cross…” Josef took another step closer, close enough that you began to worry he could hear your heart racing. “You could have been any other Billy…even a Bill, even a William for that matter but no, my dear sweet Billie-.” Here, Josef’s hands moved to cup your face in his palms, your eyes going wide in surprise. “…This is destiny,” he continued, almost in a whisper. “We’re partners now.” He went slowly to his knees before you, his palms together as if in reverence. “Blood of my blood…flesh of my flesh…” You recognized the paraphrased scripture as you gazed down on the strange man knelt at your feet. Josef took your hands in his, rising to a standing position, his eyes never leaving yours. “Oh my god, Billie…Oh my god,” he said through a warm smile, eyes lit with excitement. “This is gonna be a good night...”

Over the course of the following hour, you watched and recorded, offering input as requested from your client: a little change in lighting here, a play with background props there. From what you could tell, the vision Josef had in mind was a sort of religious horror short. His ‘character,’ was meant to be a man possessed by unholy forces. The Devil has a deadline, a certain amount of time he’ll allow the man before the demons take over completely. The man knows his time is up, that he’s in his final hours. He hires someone to document on film his last night on earth, before he’s unwillingly summoned to his unavoidable fate in Hell.

As a concept, it all sounded really cool. Bringing that concept to life however, with no budget and a lead who couldn’t act, was not cool by any stretch of the imagination.

Regardless of the details and Josef’s lackluster performance, nothing could have prepared you for what happened next. Whereas his character was standing strong in the trenches of spiritual warfare, it appeared that Josef himself was breaking down. You knew something was wrong, that he was no longer acting when he deviated sharply from the script and began to shed real tears, not the miserably-unconvincing ones he’d faked for a scene.

“Hey…it’s okay, John,” you assured him. He knelt at the bedside on which you were seated, resting his head in your lap. Your pulse lurched, heart thudding inside your chest. You weren’t sure what to do, so you did the only thing that seemed right: you gently stroked Josef’s cheek in an awkward attempt at comfort. The tears had slowed, but they picked right up again when Josef revealed his left hand, which bore a wedding ring. Your heart sank at seeing it. “My wife,” Josef began solemnly. “This whole project was her idea…She wrote the script, created this character, his whole history…”

You nodded as you listened, your hands dropping to your sides. There’s no way you were going to be touching a married man like that. “…She wanted me to play him, to bring her creation to life,” Josef continued. “It was her greatest wish…and sadly, her last wish…” You hated yourself for feeling it, but a sense of relief washed over you. He wasn’t married after all. At least, not anymore.

“…The cancer took her three years ago,” Josef tearfully revealed. “Three years and I still haven’t made her dream come true…I’m still letting her down, to this day…” His lament was cut short by a sob, words fading into your lap as he wept there. You reflexively began to stroke Josef’s cheek again, because you’d only seen someone this upset a few times in your life. You couldn’t not offer him some kind of comfort; he was obviously hurting, deeply. “I think what we’ve made so far is great, John,” you told him. “From the looks of the script, it seems like you’re following it exactly as your wife wrote it.”

He tilted his head to look up at you, eyes wide and hopeful. “Do you mean it?” Josef asked. With a nod of confirmation, you replied “yeah, I do. I think you’re doing a great job.” His eyes narrowed slightly, a darker look overtaking them. Josef rose abruptly to his feet, and began to pace back and forth around the room. “I don’t believe you,” he declared flatly, in a voice so low you had to ask him to repeat himself. “I don’t BELIEVE you,” Josef insisted, adding “You’re probably sitting there thinking this guy can’t act worth a goddamn…you know I can’t do her dream justice, you’re just refusing to say it! You probably think I’m a failure, don’t you Billie?” He almost sneered your name at you, and normally, you wouldn’t have taken this kind of verbal abuse from anyone. But you knew this wasn’t a normal kind of hurt that Josef was feeling. This man was grieving, haunted by a level of grief you hoped never to experience. Remembering your commitment to judging others less, you knew that right now, Josef wasn’t behaving rationally. He was acting in his grief, and you wouldn’t let yourself take his sharp change in attitude personally. Instead, you calmly came to Josef’s side. You turned his face to yours, letting your fingertips linger along his jawline. The muscles in his throat tensed against your palm, veins pulsing with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Josef’s eyes were wet and wide, like a puppy who’d been scolded. “I don’t think you’re a failure, John,” you told him confidently, a warm smile on your lips as your thumb brushed Josef’s. “I think your wife was lucky to have a husband who loved her so much. I think you’re a very special man.” He swallowed, his Adams apple bobbing under your fingertips. “Do that again,” Josef told you, his voice as much a prayer as a command.

“Do what?” you asked. Every indication of sadness had faded from Josef’s face, the tension in his body evaporating. “Tell me I’m special,” he replied. Josef’s hands went to your shoulders, gripping softly. “You’re special, John,” you said. “So, so special…” You brushed your mouth lightly against his, breath hitching as Josef’s tongue slipped between your lips unexpectedly. He was aggressive, impatient in a way that told you he hadn’t been touched in a long time. Josef’s hands were everywhere at once, finding your ass and clutching it in one hand while clumsily groping for your tits with the other. You let him lay you back against one of the beds, his hand pawing between your legs and massaging you through your jeans. You arched upward, keening into Josef’s thrusts, his bulge grinding into your thigh as he clumsily humped against it. Your hips trembled as his fingertips found your clit. The front seam in your jeans was positioned between your labia; Josef’s fingertips rubbed rough circles into the denim, kneading your cunt through the fabric. He buried his head against your shoulder, his mouth a wet mess of tongue and teeth, consuming the feel of your skin, its texture, its taste.

You curled your fingers in the hair at the back of Josef’s head, clutching him into you. His lips traveled down your neck and along your collarbone, tongue gliding between your breasts. Opening his jaw wide, Josef drew as much of your breast inside his mouth as he could. Your nipple hardened to meet his tongue, a warm, wet pressure flicking against it. Your grip in Josef’s hair tightened as you arched, pressing your tit against his face, offering as much of your breast as his mouth could hold. Josef sucked at your breast in a rhythmic tug, massaging your aerola between the muscles in his cheeks. He whimpered softly, a sign you interpreted as an expression of pure need. Josef needed to be held, to be cherished. He needed to be desired by a woman again.

You tugged back Josef’s hair to lift his head from your breast. He groaned at the pull to his scalp. A dark smile briefly touched his lips as he indulged himself to enjoy the sting. Josef’s mouth crashed against yours, his tongue forcing past your lips in a kiss that was somehow more greedy than the ones before it. His hands were on your hips, keeping them spread. Your clit throbbed against the bulky outline of Josef’s erection. He ground his hips forward, rutting his cock into the now-saturated crotch of your jeans. He whimpered again, returning his mouth to your breast. Josef clutched your other breast tightly, kneading the soft mound in his hand. Your nipple was swollen and sensitive against Josef’s rough palm as he groped you, his mouth busy at work suckling your other breast while his cock strained at the seams separating your skin. You came hard, rocking beneath the weight of Josef’s body pressing down on you. Your orgasm completely soaked through your jeans and wet the bed under you. Every punch of Josef’s hips produced a slick, saturated sound as he rutted your ass inside a puddle of your own juices. He growled into your breast, like something animalistic. The vibration of his chest against yours was like the low purr of a lion, rattling your lungs as if Josef was inside you, replacing the very air you breathed with himself. His thrusts grew sharper, his fingernails digging into your skin. You winced as Josef’s teeth suddenly nipped at your breast, his bite grazing your nipple as you pulled back in pain. Josef’s hands went quickly to your shoulders, pinning you down, his mouth immediately returning to your breast. Josef tugged and licked and sucked your breast till he was gushing cum into the crotch of his pants, a feral growl rolling from his chest as he claimed you…

In retrospect, you wish you hadn’t fallen asleep. You wish you could have checked in to make sure Josef was okay, to make sure he knew the brief time you spent together meant all that it meant to you. And even if none of that had been said, you would at least have liked the chance to say goodbye.

When you woke, Josef was already gone. He’d left your money on the bedside table, along with a note. The text read: Billie: Thanks for a special night. Beneath the text was what appeared to be a doodle of a wolf’s face. You knew it was unlikely you’d ever see Josef again. But just in case, you keep the note he left you, hoping that somehow, someday, you’ll have the chance to ask him what the little wolf doodle means… 🐺

[grinder-lector]

Read my fanfic, in which Josef invites a random girl over to the cabin to celebrate his birthday with him, for a whole weekend. And she's a fucking weirdo. But so is he. So it's okay.

Chapter 8 has smut

[lebenspurpur]

Josef with a praise kink.

Have a gif, as a treat.

Josef looks at you with encouraging eyes, gaze filled with adoration and appreciation, making your skin tingle with comfort.

"Look at you..", he murmurs, one hand trailing over your nude body while the other one works on your sex, "You're doing so good for me."

Whining, you buck up into his touch and Josef grins at your eagerness, head dipping down to kiss your jaw.

"So pretty for me.", he whispers against your skin, "So good."

His lips find yours in a deep kiss and he closes his eyes, moaning softly as your fingers trail down his abdomen.

[jelly-drabble]

Last First Date Jitters (1/?)

Synopsis:  Men are pigs. Josef will tell you that with confidence. When he tells you some men are wolves, you have to wonder which he is. Warnings: None (yet) Pt 2 Ao3 Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/25568362/chapters/62046643

Ping

You lift your phone screen and glance at the notification out of the corner of your eye. More often than you’d care to admit, you would browse Tinder after work as a way to blow off steam. Something about the swiping was pleasing. Though that was usually as fun as it would get for you.

With every passing day, you were becoming convinced that there wasn’t a single person worth talking to on there. So was it even worth it to check tonight?

You drop your phone again and lie flat on your back. You were still in your work clothes but your bed was just so inviting…

You jolt awake, realizing you’d started to doze off for a moment. With a drawn out sigh, you force yourself to sit up and get undressed. After tossing the dirty clothes into a hamper, you slip into some worn out sweats and a t-shirt that had been banished to the pajama drawer.

Perfect, now you’re awake. Now you had an excuse to needlessly judge strangers for half an hour before you inevitably succumbed to exhaustion. Once again you get comfortable, before opening the standard notification letting you know your profile had gotten likes.

After only a few minutes you’re starting to feel bored with it though. Maybe it was just starting to lose it’s novelty. You swipe a few more times absentmindedly, but snap out of your trance as you land on “Josef”.

He isn’t half bad looking, and his bio is simple if not a little cheesy. It says he’s looking for an adventure, and lists a few of his likes and dislikes. To his credit, this is the first profile you’d seen that mentioned Interview With The Vampire to any capacity.

There wasn’t any harm in swiping on him, it certainly wasn’t hard to block people when things went poorly over text.

You swipe right, and you have to admit you’re a little surprised to see you’d matched. There wasn’t anything about your profile that really screamed “adventure”, you didn’t think.

As you look through his photos again, just to get a better idea of what you’re dealing with, you get a message. It’s from him. Had he using the app at the same time? You glance at the clock, which reads 2:30 AM, before opening the new message.

“Hey, Y/N!”

The typing bubble is still on the screen so you don’t bother responding right away.

“You can probably tell I’ve never done this, so I’ll be blunt. I’m looking for a partner in crime, a real adventurous soul.”

This time you do start to try to piece together a reply, but before you know it he’s typing again, so you delete it without a second thought.

“Or were you just looking for a hookup?”

You snort and quirk your eyebrow, staring at the screen in confusion. It wasn’t exactly the most polite opener you’d ever gotten but it was far from the worst.

This time you get a moment to think of something to say, and you feel like he’s just watching his own screen eagerly.

“I’m just going with the flow.”

After you’ve sent it, you can’t help but physically cringe. What a lame fucking response.

But he’s already typing, he’d started almost as soon as you’d hit send.

“That’s the spirit! Would you like to meet up some time? I know a great local spot.”

Immediately your mind is throwing excuses to bail at you. It seems your time chatting with other users had made you somewhat jaded. It would be nice to go out for coffee though, even if he wasn’t a good date, what’s the worst that could happen?

“Sure, where and when?”

“Free tomorrow?”

“I can be.”

He sends you the address, it’s not a place you recognize but it isn’t out of the way. When you thank him, and dismiss yourself for the night, he doesn’t respond. Maybe he’d passed out himself.

————————

In the morning you struggled to find the motivation to get up and ready for your date. It had been so long since you’d even been on one at all, let alone a good one. When your phone buzzes you perk up a little.

Come on, Josef. Give me something.

It isn’t him though, it’s someone else on the app. They open with “Hey”, and you decide you’d rather take the risk by going on a date instead of subjecting yourself to 10 dead-end conversations a day.

Getting into the morning routine helps a little. Once you’ve had a nice, hot shower you feel more energized. Time was passing a little faster than you’d like though, you’d spent so much of it trying to decide on what to wear, you were going to have to leave shortly after getting dressed.

Much to your own surprise, you make it there right on time. Now… did you order first or look around for him? Assuming he’d already arrived.

“Y/N?”

When you first glance around, you don’t see anyone even looking in your direction. You assume you were just hearing things. Until you turn back around and jolt back. There stood Josef, beaming down at you. You hold your chest and sigh, chuckling a little to yourself.

“Nice to meet you too.”

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says with an infectious smile.

“You weren’t waiting here long, were you?”

“Just a minute or two, don’t worry.”

He takes a few slow steps forward, leading the way to the line. Is it rude to assume he’ll pay? You brought your wallet anyway, but usually when the other person asked you out-

“What can I get started for you?”

The cashier’s words interrupt your needlessly frantic train of thought. Now you had something else to panic about.

“Just a coffee; cream and sugar, please.”

Maybe it’s just your brain trying to torment you but you feel as though Josef’s eyes are boring into you. Judging or admiring, who could say.

“Same for me, thanks.”

He does thankfully foot the bill, and doesn’t seem to think twice about it.

“Where do you want to sit? Or, and I know this is crazy but hear me out, we could walk around the park for a little bit.”

You can’t help but smile when that silly grin spreads across his face. It was nice enough out, and you weren’t completely lost in the area. Plus, it’s a park, there would be plenty of people around.

“A walk sounds nice.”

[mememyers]

Requests: OPEN

hi! i’m lily and i write and draw!!

18+ minors dni

here are the rules for requesting: smut is allowed, pls don’t request anything with rape/incest/pedophilia. just generally be nice and i’ll probably write it!

MASTERLIST

characters i write for:

•jason voorhees (friday the 13th)

•bubba sawyer/leatherface (texas chainsaw massacre)

•thomas hewitt/leatherface (texas chainsaw massacre remake)

•vincent sinclair (house of wax)

•lester sinclair (house of wax)

•billy lenz (black christmas)

•brahms heelshire (the boy)

•art the clown (terrifier)

•yautja (the predator)

•pyramid head (silent hill)

•beetlejuice (beetlejuice) (....beetleju-aCk)

•salvatore moreau (resi 8: village)

•mark hoffman (saw)

•amanda young (saw)

•josef (creep)

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT • MINORS DNI

Dom!Josef (Creep, The Creep Tapes) x Sub!Reader SMUT

Summary: Reader and Josef play a game to see who can edge themselves the longest while masturbating. First to come ‘loses,’ the game. Dom/Sub relationship. With Reader’s full trust and consent, Josef gives in to his animalistic urges. Includes biting, bruising, blood, rough sex, male and female masturbation, oral (f receiving) p in v sex, unprotected sex, breath play, aftercare

Your back flattens against the mattress, sundress twisted up around your hips. Josef watches from where he’s seated beside the bed, close enough to touch you, but he resists. Just a little longer. His hazel eyes follow your hand as it slips between your thighs, stalling over your clit. You spread your legs wider, revealing your slick, soft cunt. The muscles in Josef’s jaw tense. He’s suddenly aware of how dry his mouth is, listening to your juicy hole swallow up your fingers as you plunge them inside. Josef licks his lips, palm resting against his erection. He gives his cock a firm squeeze through his jeans, honeyed eyes going heavy as he watches you fuck yourself…

The soft whimpers tumbling from your lips have Josef impossibly hard. He’s not sure how much longer he’ll be able to keep his hands off of you. You curl your fingers inside yourself, your fingertips pressed against the spongey space inside you that feels like heaven. You massage it in a beckoning motion, drawing your climax closer with each stroke. Josef’s bare cock is in his hand, a bead of precum on his tip…his grip snug as he pumps his fist up and down his shaft. Your legs begin to shake as your orgasm blooms, first in your thighs and then trembling through to your feet. Josef’s eyebrows knit together as he watches you, his lips parted in harsh breaths. Your back arches, ass bucking into the mattress. Josef watches your fingers thrust in and out of your cunt, slippery cum splashing onto the sheets beneath you.

“Good girl,” Josef tells you, his breath slightly labored. “That’s it…Show me how you make yourself feel good…” Your feet dig into the mattress, toes curling the sheets. Josef leans closer, unable to keep his hands off you any longer. He wraps his arm under your waist, cradling you. Josef presses his face between your legs, lapping at the copious release wetting your cunt. He uses his tongue to spread you, dipping between your labia and parting the soft lips with a back and forth motion. Your hips jerk but in the hold Josef has you in, you’re not going anywhere. He sinks his tongue deeper inside you, massaging the space your fingers were moments before. He slides his other arm around your waist, his chest pressed to the bed with your legs framing his shoulders. Josef cradles your ass while he eats you. He thrusts his tongue in and out of your pussy, then nuzzles deeper, massaging inside you. Josef pulls back to suck your labia between his lips, tugging on the soft, slippery skin, making out with your clit in sloppy kisses.

His cock is pressed against the mattress, grinding a wet spot into the fabric as he instinctively humps it. “Fuck, you taste so good,” Josef murmurs into your heat, a slick string of cum clinging to his lips. His voice darkens slightly, huskier. “I could eat you up, you know that?” Josef asks. You pause, noticing the change in his inflection. You look down at him between your legs. There’s a look of absolute hunger in Josef’s eyes so intense, it almost frightens you. But instead of fear, your body responds with arousal. Your clit throbs between Josef’s lips as he sucks it in a small kiss. “Could-,” he sucks your puffy clit again. “-eat-“ suck “-you-,” suck “-alive…” Your cunt trembles in Josef’s mouth, cum trickling down his chin. “So do it,” you tell him, your tone almost impatient, your body greedy for more. “Eat me, Josef.”

A darkness settles over his eyes, confirming his intentions. From his chest, a low growl rumbles up. He bares his teeth, jaw opened wider. The sharp pressure of his bite pressing into your inner thigh makes you flinch, a smile closely following. Josef growls against your skin, dragging his tongue delicately over the wound. The flavor of your blood sinks over his tastebuds like a private wine, reserved only for him. Josef clamps his hands over your hips, pinning you down, like a hunter claiming its prey. He sucks another pinch of your thigh into his mouth, holding the skin between his teeth like an animal. You whimper in anticipation of the pain, and the pleasure the pain brings. Josef’s eyes are fixed on yours as he brings his hand between your thighs, kneading your clit with his fingertips. He draws back his hand and spanks your pussy hard, just as his teeth nip into your flesh.

By the time he’s finished, your inner thighs are decorated in the marks of Josef’s bite, bruises blooming between your legs like red and purple flowers. He climbs up your body, mounting you, settling his arms around your shoulders. Josef’s stiff cock drags up your thigh, gliding over the bruises he left there. He adjusts his hips over yours and then punches forward in a hard thrust, groaning as your cunt swallows him whole. Your hands clutch at Josef’s back, pulling his body tight against yours. The salty flavor of sweat spreads over your tongue as you part your lips over Josef’s chest. The graying hair peppering it tickles your chin as your lips travel his shoulder and up his neck. Josef bullies his body inside yours brutally, abusing your cunt exactly how you crave it. His teeth sink into your shoulder, pulling a sharp gasp from you. He clamps a hand over your mouth to quiet your protests. You whimper into Josef’s palm while his other hand braces your shoulder to the bed. He lifts his face to yours, a ravenous look in his eyes. Blood streaks Josef’s lips and teeth as he grins down at you. “I think it’s safe to say I won,” he murmurs, his voice husky with pride. Josef slams his hips forward, hitting so deep his tip nudges your cervix. You groan, absorbing the hit. Josef presses his lips to yours, feeding you the taste of your own blood and cum on his tongue. His hand slides downward, closing around your throat. You test his hold on you by trying to lift your head off the mattress. Josef has your neck pinned down; you’re not moving till he allows it. He is in total control. You’ve gladly given Josef control over whether or not you come, whether or not you move, even whether or not you continue to breathe. Total submission is what you give Josef. The freedom you gain from being his slave is exhilarating…

Josef presses down on your throat, making you squirm. The pressure forces what breath is left in you out from between your lips in a throaty grunt. He tightens his grip further, and your consciousness begins to fade. Just before it does, you feel Josef’s cock pulse between your walls, reminding you who you belong to, who owns you, whose hole you are. Your eyes start to flutter upward, consciousness fading. He releases your throat; you gulp air in ragged breaths. Josef slaps the side of your face just hard enough to get your attention, as if his cock bulldozing your guts didn’t already have your attention. He grips your chin, forcing your eyes on his as he fucks you. The pace of Josef’s thrusts slows a bit, his hips stuttering. He stills inside you, his body trembling over yours as he comes. You wrap your legs around Josef’s waist, holding him in place while he coats your walls in semen. You squeeze and grip around his shaft as another orgasm erupts through you, your vaginal muscles contracting around Josef’s cock and milking him for every drop he can give you. Josef weakly thrusts twice more after he finishes, groaning in an almost whimper as his body melts into yours beneath him.

After a while, his legs are able to function again. He tends to your wounds, first with a warm bath and then, with dressings. He doesn’t have to say it, because you already know, and he knows you know. Nevertheless, Josef wants to make sure you’re reminded of how grateful he is that you allow him to indulge the animalistic part of him, the part that sometimes needs to mark the flesh he owns. He’s seated on the bathroom floor, leaning against the tub you’re soaking in. “Thank you,” Josef says. “For letting me play, today.”

You smile back at him, splashing some water into his face and laughing. “Don’t push your luck, missy,” Josef playfully scolds, wiping his wet smile with a towel. “Or I’ll have to bite down a little harder, next time…”

[strangererotica]

ENTER THE DEN OF SIN …

art the clown x reader

art was here ✨devil in the details✨the art of fucking ✨miles county haunt✨blood lust ✨santa’s little helper ✨santa’s little helper part 2✨art the clown x reader x hitachi ✨afterkill

cooper adams x reader

headcanons (nsfw) ✨red flags ✨ your attention ✨my other cooper fics are posted on my exclusively cooper/trap blog @thebutchersbitch

steve harrington x reader

lesson learned ✨april showers ✨ delirium ✨ need ✨ dinner for one ✨ drain the snake ✨ baby-making weather ✨ honey ✨ afternoon delight ✨ brunch ✨ after party ✨campsite conception ✨ whiskey with a stranger ✨in the shower with steve ✨kitchen floor ✨toxic ex ✨head✨help with dessert✨nsfw thoughts✨good boy✨sore loser

josef (creep, the creep tapes)

episode one: billie ✨episode two: breakfast✨episode three: the game

james logan howlett (wolverine) x reader

primal fuck love ✨ swallow

joel miller x reader

definitely good ✨hands on✨five more minutes

jim hopper x reader

hopper’s sin part 1 ✨ hopper’s sin part 2 ✨ hopper’s sin part 3 ✨ under cover ✨ love spell part 1 ✨ love spell part 2 ✨ nsfw alphabet (hopper) ✨ dolled up part 1 ✨ enemies to lovers (hopper) ✨ hot lunch ✨dolled up part 2 ✨golden and alive ✨wrong✨backseat, backdoor

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sick fuck ✨freak on purpose

steddie x reader

two holes, one dom ✨ wet as sin ✨the devil in hawkins ✨ two towels ✨love and treason (gladiator au)

eddie munson x reader

get off ✨bark ✨ devil eyes ✨ it’s wetter inside ✨motel sex

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dealer part 1 ✨ dealer part 2

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intensity ✨ soaked ✨ soaked part 2

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just tell me when you’ve had enough ✨visiting mike late-night at freddy’s

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tight fit

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT • MINORS DNI

Dom!Josef (creep, the creep tapes) x Reader • SMUT • dom/sub dynamic, spanking, oral (f receiving) p in v sex, squirting, fingering, cum eating

“FUCK me.”

Josef stopped chewing his cereal, looking at you across the table. “It’s seven AM,” he said. “And you want me to do what?”

“You heard me.”

Josef released his spoon, a tinny clinking sound emerging as it landed against the side of the bowl. “Yes, I did hear you,” he replied. “But is that the way we ask for things?” He cocked an eyebrow silently, waiting for your response. You stared him down, quietly replying “I had dreams.”

Josef nodded interestedly. “Did you now?” he asked. “What kind of dreams?”

You frowned a little, frustrated that he was making you play this game to get what you wanted. “The explicit kind,” you answered. “The kind where you fuck me so hard I can’t walk the next day…where I’m coming so hard I forget my own name…”

Josef pursed his lips, a heavy sigh leaving his body. “That all sounds really nice,” he said. “And I’d be happy to help make your dream a reality, except for one thing…”

Now it was your turn to sigh. He was going to make you beg for it. “And that is?”

Josef sat back in his chair, his hands going to unfasten his belt under the table. “You have to ask nicely,” he replied with a serious tone, more like a teacher or a pastor than a man who regularly fucked you stupid. Josef tugged his belt from the loops in his jeans, his eyes never leaving yours. His jaw clenched and relaxed. “I’ve got all day,” he said, holding his belt ready and waiting in one hand…

You rolled your eyes, knowing that would also earn you a reprimand. Josef’s lips twitched into a grin which he quickly concealed. He liked when you pushed back on his authority…among other things.

“Somebody just can’t stop being disrespectful this morning,” he mused. “Can she?” Josef pushed his chair back; the abrupt sound of it scuffing the floor made you flinch. Josef took a few steps around the table with his belt in hand, coming to a stop where you sat. He looked down at you in silence for a moment, giving you another chance to ask nicely for what you wanted. When you remained stubborn and silent, Josef told you the same words he’d told you so many times before. “Green is More, Red is Stop,” he said, wrapping the end of the belt around his hand.

“…and yellow?” you asked tentatively, wondering if you’d pushed Josef too far this time.

“No yellow today,” he replied flatly. “You’re going to take it until you can’t, understand? Bad girls don’t get yellow…”

You swallowed, followed by a short gasp as Josef cracked the belt against his palm. “Over this chair,” he commanded. “Now.” You slid off your seat and laid yourself across the flat part of the chair, your head bent towards Josef’s feet and your ass in the air. He leaned over you, his crotch pressed against your head as he smoothed a hand over your ass through your nightgown. “Take your panties off,” Josef said. “I want to watch it turn red.” You reached behind you and slipped your fingers under the waistband of your panties, awkwardly tugging them down till they were around your ankles. Josef didn’t give you a chance to prepare, snapping his belt like a whip against your ass. You jerked, gritting your teeth as a second blow struck, then a third, then a fourth.

Josef took a step back to admire his work, the red marks forming on your swollen cheeks. “Color?” he asked, his eyes staying on your ass. “Green,” you replied.

“Good.” SMACK! Josef’s belt snapped across your ass, your thighs clenching in response. The content of your dreams had left you dripping, and each swat of Josef’s belt to your ass made you leak even more cum between your thighs.

“Stay still,” Josef said as he walked around the chair. You shivered as a draft passed over your bare ass when Josef moved. He knelt behind where you were bent over the chair, using his hands to spread your legs wider to make room. Josef leaned in close and pressed his lips to one of your cheeks, nipping the soft skin with his teeth. You squeaked in protest, but your whimper was met with another hard SMACK! rather than sympathy.

“Color?” Josef asked, and you sniffled out a defiant “GREEN.”

“Very good,” he affirmed, giving your ass a firm pinch. You arched your back, asking for more. Josef knelt forward and swiped his tongue between your cheeks. Your hole puckered as his tongue ghosted over it, expectant. Josef’s hands gripped your hips, spreading them and your ass wider apart. He nuzzled his nose into your curves, his tongue extending to lick at your labia and the sweet slickness coating them. You bucked on the chair, which earned your ass a hard swat. “I said stay still,” Josef reprimanded.

“M’sorry,” you panted.

“Sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“That’s better,” Josef praised. “Now that your manners have improved, I think it’s alright to reward you a little.”

You exhaled gratefully, smiling down at the floor. You were proud of yourself; things were going exactly how you wanted: you’d received a punishment and you were about to get a reward.

Josef kept your ass spread open, burrowing his face between your legs. Your eyes closed in pleasure as all your senses were overtaken by Josef’s tongue inside you. He licked the slippery juice from your pussy up between your cheeks, tonguing his tip gently inside your hole. Your thighs trembled around Josef’s face. His right hand traveled between your legs, palm turned upward, cupping your cunt. Josef massaged your clit with his fingertips, the base of his hand rubbing your labia and smearing your cum between them. His tongue made a long swipe up your pussy to your asshole, lips closing over the tiny hole and sucking.

You cried out as Josef inserted two fingers inside you, curling them inward. He nuzzled his nose into the soft space that separated your asshole and your cunt, lapping at the sweet wetness oozing over his tongue like syrup. You gripped the edge of the chair, your teeth sinking over your bottom lip as drool dripped onto the floor beneath you.

Josef fucked his fingers into you roughly, your juices spraying onto his wrist, his neck, his face. You squeezed around Josef’s shoulders, rutting your ass against him with your thighs clenched tight. He let you ride out your orgasm on his hand, then stood up, bringing your limp body with him in his arms. Josef draped you over the table, knocking his forgotten bowl of cereal onto the floor. He stood between your legs, hurriedly working his jeans undone. You were feeling lighter than air, so blissed-out that you didn’t care how Josef used you to get himself off. He grabbed your legs and yanked your ass to the edge of the table, lining himself up between your thighs.

Josef’s tip prodded your entrance, but he didn’t press inside you just yet. He noticed how spacey you were, and asked, just to check in, “color?”

“Green,” you sighed happily, a contented smile on your face. Josef thrust forward, groaning as he sank inside your cunt. His hands clenched into fists inside your hair, locking you in place. You could feel Josef’s cock throbbing inside you, stroking every curve and contour of your pussy. His thrusts were brutal, selfish, as if he hadn’t fucked you a couple of days ago. Clearly Josef had been restraining himself the whole time he was ‘punishing,’ you; he needed this, as much as you did.

He placed one hand on your stomach, and the other between your legs, working your clit with the pad of his thumb. A familiar sensation began to bloom beneath Josef’s hand, deep inside you. It swelled and swelled to the point of bursting, Josef making you come again with his fingers, your release soaking the table under your ass. He replaced his thumb with his mouth, sucking your engorged clit between his lips, tugging your slick, puffy lips between his teeth.

It became too much; it felt too good. You were crying, tears that started gently but were soon streaming down your face as the intense stimulation became overwhelming. You whimpered as loudly as you could, “red…red!” Josef lifted his head immediately from between your legs. “Baby-what’s wrong?” he asked, concern coloring his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied weakly, smiling back at Josef. “It was so good…so strong-too strong.” You let your head lay back against the table, your body relaxing as Josef’s body tensed. He leaned against the table, bracing his palm on it for support, other hand pumping his cock. It was obvious your little pussy had taken enough of a beating, so instead of coming inside you, Josef would come on your belly. But he misjudged the timing of his orgasm, his cum spattering onto your thigh instead, running down your leg.

Panting, Josef continued to lean on the table for support. He wiped your leg clean with his hand, then brought his fingers to your mouth and fed you his cum. You slid off the table and walked with Josef to the bedroom, where you both took a morning nap (after moving the Peachfuzz mask off the bed first, of course). 🐺

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There should be more bottom art x top reader smut tbh i believe in this very strongly i neeedddd to peg that clown sooooooo bad

Art might not talk but he begs for the strap 👀 Okay, coming up after my Josef (Creep) fic ❤️

[lebenspurpur]

i saw how many requests you have (WOW that’s so many) but idk if you’ve got one for a trans man reader and josef from creep…? 👉👈 possibly indulging in some kinks you think josef would have…? if you’re too overwhelmed with reqs right now you definitely don’t have to write this one but i figured i would ask :>

AN: I enjoy the requests lmao, I just feel bad for taking so long so no worries :) Sorry that this is so short as well, I'm so unbelievably busy right now.

Warnings: mentions of homophobia

Wordcount: 468 words

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SFW

We all know Josef doesn't really give a shit about gender. If he meets someone he deems attractive and interesting, he'll try his best to romance them, doesn't matter what they identify as.

And oh lord, does Josef meet a lot of people he finds attractive.

He's very interested in transsexuality though.

I have the feeling that his family was rather homophobic, leading to Josef isolating himself as a teen. That, paired with him being rather neglected by his parents, added a lot of pressure about his own sexuality which probably explains his awkwardness when it comes to that.

So yeah, Josef is hella awkward. Not because he doesn't treasure you, he just keeps having flashbacks from his youth. The opinion of his parents, their negative comments, and snarky remarks still affect him, even if he tries to ignore it.

Therefore, if someone reacts the same way his parents did, he gets angry pretty quickly.

No one has the right to make you feel invalid, and Josef will absolutely fight them if he finds out that they are.

Josef is there to comfort. Someone made you uncomfortable, even insulted you? Josef is there to ground you, comfort you until you feel better again.

Making you feel comforted and validated is something he's incredibly good at. Which is surprising considering he has never done that before.

NSFW

We all know Josef is a virgin before he meets you. He was way too isolated and hateful before he met you, sex wasn't one of his priorities.

He knows beforehand that to him, romance is way more important than the act of having sex with each other. Josef wants to love you, not just fuck you.

Surprisingly, he does know about kinks and he even has a clue to what his could be.

You'd think he'd be into petplay after all the shit he's said about peachfuzz but surprisingly, he's not. It's not the fact that Peachfuzz is an animal that arouses him, it's the roleplay aspect. Therefore, pet play is not something he is that interested in, but roleplay is something he fucking loves.

He's a full-time switch. Josef doesn't care if you dominate him or if he dominates you, as long as the both of you receive pleasure.

Another thing he wants to try out is sex outside. It's not really because he likes getting caught, he just loves spending time in nature. And since most of the time, he lives pretty far away from regular society you have all the privacy you could need.

Please praise him as well. Josef's so insecure, he deserves to be worshipped every now and then.

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Last First Date Jitters (2/?)

Synopsis: What? No one gets murdered in public in broad daylight. Warnings: None (yet) Pt 1 Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25568362/chapters/62306248#workskin

Constantly you’re taking note of people in the area, almost completely subconsciously. Your eyes darting around probably weren’t very subtle though, whether or not you’d given it any thought.

“Too adventurous?”

“Wh- no, no. Sorry. Worst case scenario is always playing out in my head.”

Probably not the most romantic thing to admit on a first date. Josef laughs though, he doesn’t seem hurt by the comment at all. You try to loosen up a little.

“Really though, I’m glad you agreed to meet up. I know it’s a big gamble even talking to someone on that app, especially talking to men.”

Huh. Maybe he gets it.

“Yeah I’ve only actually met a few guys in person after talking to them on there for a while, and no matter what they ended up just… I don’t know, being weird. Almost every guy has sent naked pictures I didn’t ask for, even the ones I went out with. Like immediately after the date they thought it was a good time for them to show me their genitals, like-“ you scoff and stop yourself, shaking your head in frustration.

Josef just smiles and nods. Not in a condescending way, he really seems like he’s listening, and that he already knows what you’re going through. It’s a weird thing to bond over, sure, but a very personal thing. By now you’ve almost completely focused on Josef or the sidewalk in front of you. He has a few first date horror stories of his own.

After lapping the park a few times, you check your phone and realize you’d killed a couple of hours just chatting. In your book, that checked off as a good date.

“You hungry? We can stop somewhere?”

Your stomach tightens with guilt, and maybe a little from hunger. Before he’d said that, you were going to come up with an excuse to bail. But for what? You certainly didn’t have anything to do today. Mainly you just thought since the date had already gone on for a few hours now, it was probably time to leave. Even if you were having a good time, and it seemed like you were both free.

Take the leap.

“I could eat. I take it you know a place?”

“Naturally.”

Lunch didn’t disappoint either. The place was kind of a dive, but the food was good, and the staff was extremely friendly.

“I can tell you were a little hesitant about going somewhere else. Thanks for taking a day to be adventurous with me.”

Josef has caught you with a mouth full of food, so you just nod and try to chew faster. He continues anyway.

“I’m not usually this gutsy myself. We’ve both been on some shitty dates though, what’s the point? Why not take it for all it’s worth? Sure you could have gone home after the walk, but then what? We would have just sat in our own places, with nothing to do. Just a passable date to remember, that you maybe would have decided wasn’t worth following up on? Gotta make it memorable.”

Hearing the truth did sort of sting. Had the date gone as well as it did, but ended there, maybe it would have just faded in your memory. Sure it would have been above-average for your track record, but it still would have been mundane. It was hard enough convincing yourself to go out as is. You didn’t want to admit to yourself that you might have just let Josef drop off your radar if you hadn’t been pushed.

But even after being forced to face it, you still felt like you wanted to be around him. He didn’t seem mad about what the outcome could have been. He was just a brutally honest, rational guy.

“Let’s keep it going then,” you finally say, having finished your food.

“Yeah?”

His smile was almost paralyzing. Maybe that wasn’t the right word. You were forced to stop and admire it regardless.

“Can I show you something?” He asks, after you’d say there quietly staring like an idiot.

“Oh- yeah. Yeah of course.”

The two of you leave the diner, and just start walking. He leads you to a car, you hadn’t really considered he might not have walked all the way here like you did.

“Can I ask where we’re going first before I get into a car with a strange man?”

“Just the woods right outside town. You have your phone on you?”

You nod.

“Good. It’s just a scenic place, I’m not gonna tie you up and dump you out there.”

Both of you laugh about it, and for the most part your anxiety melts away. You had pepper spray on your keychain, but you tried not to think about needing to use it.

“Alright,” you agree, “Let’s go.”