CreepyBeanie 👻

I dabble in just about any fandom but I show favoritism towards:

Ghostface (Scream) specifically Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Polite Leader (The Purge)

Pinhead (Hellraiser) the 2022 version

Jennifer Check (Jennifer’s Body)

When I’m not watching movies I’m typically writing fan fiction which can be found here 🖤

🎈Ask me anything 🎈 …..I don’t bite

Welcome to the Dark Side 🙂‍↕️

I’ve recently posted a chapter to my multi-chapter fic based on Scream (1996) titled “Awakening Nostalgia” this is on my Ao3 “SpookyBeanWrites”

The constant love and support towards the short stories has me SUPER inspired 🙂‍↕️ I love y’all so much thank you for the thousandth time!! Because of this I’ve decided to take a grab at a new character I’ve never done before 🤭 stay tuned for that!

For more short stories feel free to check out my “Bedtime Stories” collection. Most recent stories are here:

Limitless: Dren (Male Form) x Fem Reader x Explicit Content

One Of The Girls: Polite Leader x Fem Reader x Mature Content

Gossip Girls: Jennifer Check x Anita “Needy” Lesnicki x Mature Content

I’m always opened to suggestions 🙂‍↕️ feel free to swing me an ask or message for any request!!! 👻

Lastly, I have my Kinktober days set and planned!! Thank you to everyone who suggested a few characters I have my work cut out for me lol which is why I’ll be spending some of my summer writing this earlier.

With that I’ll be writing short stories a little less 🤏🏾 this is only so in the meantime I can get some of these stories done sooner and Kinktober can be outta my hair before fall 🙂‍↕️

I already can’t wait for everyone to see what I have cooking but we have a longggg way to go lol thanks for reading this lengthy update 🖤 I appreciate you all so much 🫶🏽

“Enough about me. Tell me about your day.” Jennifer was relaxed on her plush mattress, with pillows and sheets in various shades of pink. The cotton-candy pink of her pillows accentuated the luminous strands of her rich black hair, which looked like the stillness of a quiet lake, hidden in the deepest part of the woods. Moonlight cast along her skin, perfect without a scar in sight, as it was impossible for one to be. Jennifer was astoundingly beautiful, almost too perfect for this ordinary world. Her satin, soft blue eyes rose to the tall white pillars at the corners of her bed as she waited for Needy to answer.

“Hellooo? Earth to Needy?” Jennifer pouted her bubblegum-pink lips, twirling a finger along the thick, lustrous strand of her dark charcoal hair. But she stopped abruptly, furrowing her perfectly shaped brows toward her nose as she still heard nothing from Needy.

Jennifer continued. “No way you fell asleep; we haven’t even discussed any of the important stuff. Like... the really crucial things, what I’m going to wear to—"

“You’ll look great. You always do.” Needy finally spoke, but her tone was delicate, soft like the sheets Jennifer shifted against as Needy’s voice awakened a lively pulse in Jennifer’s clit. There was a mix of exhaustion and a plea in her words as Needy imagined how beautiful Jennifer already was, no matter what she wore. Her breath caught as she tried to speak again, prompting Jennifer to push her hot pink flip phone closer to her ear.

“Are you falling asleep right now?” Jennifer whined, and the sound made Needy draw back on her words as her mind was elsewhere. And in her mind, she felt Jennifer’s lips brush against her ear as she asked the question, but this time, she heard the syllables of her name.

“Anita?” Jennifer said breathlessly as she heard Needy’s breathing grow more labored. As if she’d climbed a flight of stairs too fast for her body, the aftermath was the struggle to catch her breath. Needy’s wavy blonde hair was spread messily across her pillow as she sank her head into its plushness. Her seductive gaze, fixed on the ceiling, was shielded by her eyelids as they shut tight, and she reimagined the tune of Jennifer saying her name.

“Yeah?” Needy, too, had her phone pressed firmly against her ear while Jennifer talked about her day. The time between having just seen Jennifer and now felt so distant, and she couldn’t wait to hear the fine-tuned timbre of her voice. The exasperated sighs when she recalled a moment of frustration, her laugh when she grew excited, and especially when she said Needy’s name.

“I like it when you say my name.” Needy's hand was buried in her damp underwear where, beneath its cotton fabric, she made slow, intentional circles on her aching clit.

Jennifer ran her hand leisurely down her shirt, feeling the delicate fabric but also her stiffened nipples as they pressed firmly against her shirt. She hadn’t even realized the effects of the erotism that was taking place on the other end of the phone. Jennifer bit her lip as an inviting smirk formed on her face.

“Say it again and louder this time.” Needy’s tone was dominant, taking Jennifer by surprise as the typically introverted friend encountered a more sensual, extroverted personality. Jennifer shut her eyes, gently enthralled by the soft sounds of Needy’s gentle breaths. Light and angelic, just as she was. She was Jennifer’s angel, an ethereal being she sometimes felt she never deserved. Even as she lay there, pinching her hard nipples, Jennifer was so wrapped up in her gossip that she hadn’t asked Needy about her day.

“How was your day… Anita?” Jennifer paused, making sure Needy anticipated the moment she whispered her name like a soothing lullaby. Pulling Needy into the story, she would tell as they both began to live that very tale. Needy chuckled at Jennifer as she obliged the command, but of course, in her own way, fulfilling the desperate need for her to hear Jennifer announce her existence. Very rarely did Needy hear the beautiful syllables of her name fall from Jennifer’s blush-pink lips. Delicate and soothing, like the purr of a cat. While Needy’s working palm became coated with the evidence of her attraction to Jennifer, she could hardly part her lips to reply, only to release sounds of gratification.

Jennifer licked her lips ravenously, hungrily, as her dear friend, sweet, innocent Needy, revealed a different side of herself. The same thoughts that wrapped around her mind were doing the same to Jennifer as her hand graciously slithered down her slim body, and she began teasing herself. Running her palm achingly up and down the wet spot on her underwear, Jennifer’s breath caught as she felt how badly her body yearned for Needy.

“I still haven’t heard an answer.” Jennifer teased, looking down between her legs as she rolled her hips into her hand. She continued. “Maybe I should just go to sleep.”

“N…no. No. I’m sorry.” Needy said breathlessly, the words barely recognizable as her moans interrupted each pronunciation.

“Good. My day was really fucking good.” Needy’s response made it clear to Jennifer that she wasn’t only talking about her day. She slipped her fingers inside herself, imagining instead that they were Jennifer's pink, polished fingers. Needy’s lips smacked together as she grew hot from the fullness of her beckoning fingers. Jennifer could hear the mess Needy was making of herself. She reached between the silkiness of her underwear and joined Needy as they continued about their adventurous days.

“What was so good about it?” Jennifer purred, biting the curve of her lips as she smiled, knowing Needy could hardly concentrate on the conversation. With a long, drawn-out sigh, Needy’s desperation spilled through the phone.

“Talking to you.” Needy opened her legs wider, slowing her pace as a way not to come. She eased her slicked fingers in and out of herself with grace. Stretching herself open and holding out on her climax as she retracted her fingers to tease her clit.

Jennifer’s clit throbbed at Needy’s transparency. She suspected the longing stares and lingering hugs were more than friendship, and the moments of silence during their phone calls, when Jennifer believed Needy to be asleep, solidified that she had been quiet for other reasons. Reasons she could no longer keep hidden from herself as her moans grew louder. Jennifer’s name was curled up in the softened breaths Needy began to take as she felt her heart rate quickening like the rhythm of her working hand.

“Mhmmm, tell me about your outfit.” Needy laughed breathlessly, her chest quaking as she calmed her orgasm to envision a better way of ending her night. Jennifer did the same, moaning desperately as she pictured her sweet Needy legs opened fucking herself to the outfit she meticulously picked out and purchased the other day. Jennifer felt loved and seen, accepted by the person who mattered the most. The emotion was so strong that her body couldn’t deny it in the slightest bit, and before her mind could catch up, Jennifer was going to come quicker than she wanted.

“Mhmmm, Anita, I... I’m gonna—"

“No, Jen, not yet. Ahh. Keep talking. Please keep talking.” Needy begged quickly, making Jennifer stretch out the duration of not just the call but her climax.

Jennifer bit down on her lip, tasting the sweetness of her lip gloss as she melted into the bed. Sinking into its plushness, the marshmallow material held the shifting weight of Jennifer’s legs as they opened wider. Her fingers push past her honeyed entrance, coating her fingers with its intense desire. Every flick of her fingers made the words in her mind shut off as she choked on the imaginative feel of Needy’s tongue slipping inside of her mouth and fondling against hers.

“It’s a denim s…skirt with lacey tights.” Jennifer’s voice was tinged with ecstasy, as if she’d been floating above the cloud of her mattress and her body grew closer to the heavenly finish, but she continued explaining her recent shopping spree and the outfit that came from it to bring herself back down to Earth.

“Good girl. Keep going.” Needy’s wet palm was circling her clit, quick and with efficiency, as she heard the hushed shuddering moans from Jennifer. The delicate moans were hardly audible as the pleasure simultaneously weakened and exhilarated her.

“Ahh, fuck.” Jennifer’s back jerked upright from the bed before she quickly sank back into its softness. “A s...shirt...I can’t—"

“You’ve been with too many minutemen. I was sure you could keep up with me.” Needy teased, even laughing curtly, because despite her purity, she felt far less like the amateur Jennifer makes her out to be.

“Is little Needy trying to teach me a lesson?” Jennifer looked down at her winding hips, like they had a mind of their own as she fucked her fingers.

“Trying? I already have.” Needy rolled her eyes, shielding them briefly with her eyelids as she listened to the growing passion that came deep from within Jennifer’s throat. Her shockingly loud gasp confirmed that Needy had been right. Jennifer was hanging on by a thread, one that was shriveling before her eyes as she began to imagine Needy’s seductive gaze peering up at her. Her ravenous hips push gently against her warm, wet tongue. The mirage plays out, and Jennifer moans achingly as she believes the visual of Needy’s tongue slipping graciously along her wet pussy, giving her lips a far different shine from the ones glimmering from her lip gloss.

“Ahhh, Anita. I need you.” Jennifer begged.

Her thick lashes fluttered as her orgasm flooded her body, her heart pumping profusely as she drowned in her own softened moans. Her hips flowed like a gentle wave setting ashore, bound to bring her closer to where she needed to be, which was with Needy, who continuously grounded her and kept her from falling apart.

“Tell me again, Jen.” Needy’s voice quaked, her hand graciously slipping along her swollen clit as she melted into the bed with the weight of her orgasm pressing her down. She pushed the phone closer to her ear, hearing Jennifer plead for her to be nearby. Jennifer's orgasm prolonged as she couldn't stop her hand from giving her more, her ears perking up as Needy did the same and much louder. Pleading and yearning for Jennifer to give her more than just a friendship. Once they were together again, Jennifer was certain that things would never be the same, only better.

“You’re always distracting me.” Jennifer said breathlessly, coming down from her grand finish. “We were supposed to be talking deets about my outfit.”

“I can come over, and you can show me the deets.” Needy said, already getting up from her bed, knowing Jennifer wouldn’t refuse a visit from her. The smile lighting up her face was the same as the one Jennifer wore as she searched through not only the outfit she planned to show but also a more daring one meant to get Needy to give her more than just a thumbs-up for its appearance.

“I’ll be waiting.” Jennifer listened to Needy’s coy laugh as she clutched the BFF necklace they shared. As Needy’s line disconnected, Jennifer stood in the mirror, watching the glow of her molten yellow eyes as a new ravenous hunger stirred within her.

Have you missed me??? 🥺🥺🥺🫶🏽🫶🏽 I’ve been pretty busy but finally hibernated into a deep sleep and awoke rested. Plus, Megan Fox posted on her Instagram not long ago, and I was inspired to watch Jennifer’s Body AGAIN!! And here I am lol 🙂‍↕️

I posted this onto my Ao3 “SpookyBeanWrites” and will update the “Bedtime Stories” collection! Feel free to check out other stories and I’m always opened for request if anyone would want to read someone in particular 👻

Thanks for reading!!! Love you!!!

That was arguably the most challenging task of all, given Dren's unique nature. Her growth spurt was unlike anything seen in humans; she grew in the blink of an eye. Her long, statuesque legs became muscular stilts, resembling a kangaroo's, ensuring her kicks would definitely deliver a punch. Her webbed feet stomped around her enclosure as she engaged with the enrichment activities provided by the scientists. While other parts of her body resembled those of a human, such as her genitalia, breasts, lips, nose, arms, and eyes, though they were spaced further apart than usual. Her hands were also distinctive, with about four fingers on each. Last but not least, her long tail would wave delicately behind her. Despite her unusual appearance, her personality was angelic, pure, and innocent, though she could be a bit bratty. When in the lab, her big, round eyes often longed to explore outside; however, the eager team made it clear—never to let Dren out.

There was still no telling what Dren’s capabilities were or what animalistic behaviors she’d display if she ever channeled her animal genes. However, from time to time, you’d perform a little act of rebellion yourself, because you couldn’t deny that Dren had a persuasiveness about her that, with one long, steady gaze, could get you to let her roam the lab. The two of you communicated through her Scrabble tiles, but you’d grown so accustomed to her that picking up her nonverbal cues and bird-like noises was like having conversations with any other human. This no longer felt just like a job; you had created a strong, unbreakable bond with Dren.

Even the scientists picked up on her changed behavior. How she perched up when she saw a white lab coat enter the room, spelling your name in Scrabble, and throwing tantrums if she couldn’t be let out, unbeknownst to everyone on the premises, while you were allowing it to happen when no one was there. Dren had become bound to you. An insanely tight knot that, no matter what twists and turns could happen it would only strengthen the bind. Dren knew one thing: you were inseparable.

The feeling persisted, and tonight even stronger during another quiet night in the lab. Just about finished with your task, Dren noticed the usual routine of you closing down shop and heading out the door. She whined, stepping closer to the immaculately clean glass of her enclosure, and it, of course, stopped you in your tracks.

“Time for me to go, Dren.” You smiled weakly, your eyebrows softening as the theme of devastation was painted across Dren’s face. Her head tilted, bottom lip pouted as she released a low, mournful groan.

“I already let you out tonight.” You tapped on the glass softly, catching onto her mind game of being free from her enclosure. You continued, “And longer than usual this time.”

Dren pressed her palm against the glass, her fingers relaxing as her fingerprints spread across its surface, no longer holding any pristine expectation. You smiled quietly with lips closed, eyelashes fluttering toward Dren as her large, expressive eyes watched you. Not even a blink could take her gaze away. Even after you left the lab, the scent of your presence lingered—floral notes from your perfume, your hair, every aspect of your stunning appearance, like a flower with fully open petals, showing its gorgeous fragility. Bright and captivating, Dren’s heart raced with the desire to fly into your arms to taste your nectarous lips and more.

“Goodnight, Dren. I’ll be back early tomorrow.” You placed your hand on the glass, your tone defeated and saddened by the fact that you had to leave her. As you began walking away, you could hear her saddened whine, and it was too heartbreaking to turn around and witness it. You shut the door and headed to the locker room to grab your things. Just as you were beginning to slide your arms through your heavy coat, a thunderous crash happened in the distance. Fuck.

The noise grew louder, sounding like a storm had torn through the lab. You slammed your locker shut and hurried to the lab, only to find darkness apart from the faint glow from Dren’s enclosure. The fluorescents cast half the room in a bright turquoise, while the rest remained pitch black, concealing the mess of destroyed research. As you stepped forward, your shoes crushed broken glass, each step echoing with an irritating crunch. Approaching Dren’s enclosure, you faced the worst possible scenario: Dren had escaped, defying the critical rule that in this moment you wished you could ignore.

“Dren?!” The ground beneath you felt like an earthquake was happening, at least you wished it were, as it would be a better explanation for Dren’s escape. Fuck. Fuck. I’m so fucked. You could hardly concentrate on a plan as your head whipped around the room, making your neck soon feel like it might pop off like a soda cap.

You stepped over the sharp, ragged edges of Dren’s enclosure. Her pictures, blankets, and collectibles were all found in dismay. Even her bed had pulled out from its usual position, almost as if she had kicked it out of frustration. Picking up a stuffed animal, you stared down its soulless eyes, pondering what you were going to say to the scientists, how you were going to clean this mess, and an array of thoughts surrounded the destroyed research. Then, a heavy stomp followed by the ear-splitting sound of glass crunching pierced your ears, and before your eyes parted with the stuffed animal with great force, your back clashed into the wall.

A heavy hand completely covered your neck with a strong grab and push against the wall, making your vision blur briefly. While your sight was blocked, your hearing picked up a deep inhalation. Then, along with the firm grip, you felt the softness of skin brushing your cheek as someone buried their face in your hair. A small squelch escaped from your throat as the hold tightened again after the person inhaled your scent once more. You felt as if you’d become a hand-picked flower and someone had become intoxicated by your scent with every inhalation.

“D…dren? Is that you?” Your vision returned; everything that had seemed to spin settled back into place, but when you blinked back to reality, you were consumed by a large presence. Their body was built with muscle, and their towering stature seemed to swallow you in its shadow. Your eyes tried to move in ways your head couldn’t as you were planted against the wall, but it was useless. The presence had shielded you from seeing anything but its sculpted shoulder. Each muscle was beautifully defined as it continued to smell you. A deep, guttural groan rumbled loudly from their lips. Their free hand snaked along your waist, squeezing you tight with an unremarkable strength.

Despite the crushing weight of the embrace, it began to feel like the long embrace you yearned for. One you didn’t know you needed until it was happening to you. You ran your fingers along the back of the dominant presence, feeling scars there. Thin, vertical parallel lines that made your heart race as you began putting the pieces together.

“Dren?” The words hardly left your lips, and with another tight grasp this time on your wrist, you felt Dren’s tail restraining you from touching him. Your breath shuddered as you felt the long, wet stroke of Dren’s tongue gliding across your ear, and the hungry growl that reverberated from his throat made your stomach twist into knots. Biological metamorphosis.

You wondered whether the scientists knew if this was even possible. Dren’s arm slipped from the tight hold and glided down your back as you arched under the heated touch. He cupped your ass and pressed your waist into his, momentarily allowing you to feel the weight of something more powerful than his tight hold. You were stunned by Dren’s transformation. Though you couldn’t see his entire body, you could sense the dramatic change—his firm grip on your ass, his thickening tail along with other areas, and the urgent, sensual growls that revealed his intense desire to mate. This overwhelmed you, causing your body to submit. At that moment, Dren was about to get everything he coveted: freedom from his enclosure and you.

Dren’s tail loosens from your wrist, and, by twirling it, you allow blood circulation to return to normal. He lifts his head from burrowing in your hair, and you see the result of his new form. You are speechless, mouth parted as a soft breath escapes. Dren appears somewhat the same, bald with the vertical scar that runs from the top of his head to between his brow bone. Except his eyes hold a determination, darkened by a ravenous hunger only you can appease. His nostrils flare as he continues to be consumed by your scent, both your perfume and the overpowering fragrance of your arousing pheromones, as your body doesn’t wish to deny him.

Dren tilted his head inquisitively, recognizing that your body was accepting him, the signal making his cock thicken between you two. It bucked vigorously in the tight space between you both, and with every movement, you couldn’t believe he was still getting bigger. As you tried to look down, Dren quickly held your neck, keeping you pressed against the wall. His other hand pushed your waist towards him, giving his hefty cock the chance to slither between your pillowy thighs. Even without eyebrows, you could see the sensation had quite an effect on him as he furrowed deeply, accentuating the scar between his brow bones.

A sharp, heavy breath left his lips, his chest shuddering as he squeezed your ass tighter, pulling you, not allowing even the smallest gap between you both, and slowly he began fucking your thighs. Dren couldn’t put into words what this piece of clothing you wore was, but even before today, the display of your voluminous thighs whenever you wore it made him feral. Triggering a response that grew fonder and stronger every single day until tonight, his body could no longer withstand its need to mate with you. With every hard thrust, Dren imagined the switch in your thighs, when you’d bend over to pick things up, the rise of your skirt when you sat down. He dipped his head into your neck as he released his hold around it, and as he did, you breathed deeply, allowing your head to collapse on his resting head. Dren’s grunt echoed within the destroyed lab, his cock still continuing to thicken as he was being squeezed tight by your thighs. A loud thud above your head made the wall quake as Dren’s hand pressed hard into it. The steady drag of his cock between your thighs was also affecting your swollen clit as every stroke made it swell with pleasure. Your underwear was now soaked beneath you as Dren’s cock was brushing along it.

“Ahh, fuck. Dren.” Arms and thighs wrapped around Dren, you pulled him close. Hugging his broad body tight, tracing the scars where his wings remained hidden, and your thighs shut tight around his thick cock. So tight that every tug away from you felt like his dick would get stuck between your plush thighs. The grunts became growls as Dren felt your body so close to him. The proximity was like no other. You were soft, warm, and wet. His cock could feel the damp fabric as his thick shaft brushed against you, teasing your clit.

You grasped his back, pulling him nearer as your body tensed and your clit swelled beyond capacity, and you were-

“Dren, I’m coming!” You braced yourself, holding onto his back while yours began sinking into the wall. Dren clutched your ass now beneath the fabric of your skirt and pushed your hips back into his. A heavy cascade of precum trickled down your thigh as Dren pumped harder, faster, smelling that you released yourself, and the result was more than the mess you made in your underwear. He held onto your waist with both hands, positioning your body just where he needed it as his hips worked quicker, and suddenly, you were feeling a radiating warmth slip down your thighs. Dren released a deep, sensual growl as he licked your neck, devouring you in more ways than one.

As soon as he came without even a pause, he tore away your clothes, stripping you of anything that could hinder his eyes from seeing such a beautiful sight. Within the chaos of shredded fabrics, you spot his throbbing cock, gasping uncontrollably as you witness its greatness. Thick, swole, glistening with his cum, his tip leaking precum and showing great desperation as one long strip of arousal hung from it. It bucked within the thin air, weighing itself down with its heaviness every time it jolted up.

Dren’s hand explored your body, brushing up your stomach, making your abdomen contract until he was kneading your breasts. Head tilting curiously as he played with their softness. His robust palms and long fingers covered them entirely. Squeeze, caresses, pinch. Dren fondled your tits until he could feel the hardening of your nipples against his palms. They were full and plump, just as his cock was, as he couldn’t bear to wait to be inside you any longer. Scooping you up by your legs, he pressed your back against the wall, watching your eyes as they widened once you felt his tip poking at your pure entrance.

Never having been touched aside from your own hands, you weren’t sure if you’d come close to taking in Dren. He was already far from human, and that came with an otherworldly cock. You planted your hands on his broad shoulders, both of you watching as your legs began to tremble, fueled by apprehensive thoughts that he would tear you apart.

He breathed deeply, thrusting his hips lightly as he pushed only his tip inside of you. Nails digging into his skin, you couldn’t imagine taking any more. His fingertips dug into your velvety skin, making you hiss at the pinch. You were tight, sucking him in before he had the chance to thrust his hips again to fill you up.

“Ahh, fuck.” You cradled Dren’s head as his face fell deeper into your neck, and the sincere touch made him push his hips into you. It was remarkable to Dren how wet you were, allowing his huge cock to make way inside of you. You were ridiculously tight; the hold around him was like a hug he’s never known. The tight embrace was enough to make him come. He sank you further down into his great length. Halfway there, your pussy stretched, and your eyes rolled back as you felt the throb of his cock. He sat inside of you, steady, allowing your body to adjust to him, but he also needed a moment to pause because another thrust and he would be spilling his seed inside of you.

Walls tightening around Dren’s cock, your prompt him to gradually push the rest of himself inside you.

“Ughh, Dren. You’re s…so fucking big.” Draping your arms around him, his head was completely buried into your neck. His breath warmed your skin, adding to the heat that radiated through your body. It was a passionate fire that scorched both of you, but the wetness beneath you made up for the intensity of the hot desire. Dren's movements were slow, his hips moving gracefully as he coated his dick with arousal. You were a mess, unraveling for a test subject that couldn’t handle another moment of goodbye from you.

Slick, wet sounds occupied the room along with Dren’s heavy groans and the occasional lap of his tongue tasting the sweat that was beginning to form on your skin. His dick pulsed at your taste…so you. Better than anything he’s ever indulged in, decadence at its finest. Even the small whimpers that escaped you were intoxicating, his fragile human wrapped around his cock and accepting it despite it being a challenge. His body could have had steam flowing from it as the warmth of your pussy made him overheat from his slick pleasure.

Dren’s hips bucked faster, eagerness rushing through his veins as your body relaxed, giving his cock more room to live inside you. But he was fucking huge, thick, and of great length that was hitting your inside, you’d thought you'd faint from how deep he was. Dren lifted his head, peering down between your legs at the creamy mess you made on him, but also the sight made your skin prickle with goosebumps as you witnessed the great bulge of his hefty length pushing inside of you.

You couldn’t believe it. Blinking your eyes and shutting them tightly, you wondered if, once they opened, you would be awakened. Jolting up from having fallen asleep at the computer as you pulled another late shift, but as you opened them all, what was found was Dren’s dick bulging your stomach.

Dren’s cock pulsed profusely, his tip aching as he felt your creamy walls cinched around him, and it was then he pushed himself inside of you as deep as he could, and you suddenly felt a wave of warmth filling up inside of you. Thick, heavy, and hot with a fiery passion. Dren screeched at the overbearing feeling of you coming with him. The mess of both your orgasms filling you up and slowly cascading from your tight walls as Dren couldn’t bring himself to stop. The late-night shift had taken an even more exhausting yet gratifying turn, and it was only the beginning.

Dren’s weight now enveloped you like a thick, quilted blanket, his body radiating intense warmth from head to toe. After laying you on the disheveled bed, now missing pillows and sheets. Dren was thrusting into you rhythmically, driven by the desire that had been building for months. The critical moment of his biological transformation was inevitable once it arrived. He pumped harder, living within the fleeting window he knew was possible because, even if you had left for the night, the scent of your aromatic pheromones would have guided him directly to your house.

The bed creaked, the squeaky sound echoing in the room along with your whimpers and Dren’s deep grunts. He studied your face, how differently you appeared with his thick cock poking at your cervix as he somehow was still managing to fit inside of you. But as your body continued to relax, hips softening as you opened your legs wider to let Dren in, there was a storm of pleasure that overtook him. You were gradually making a sticky mess on his cock, and with his seed planted inside of you, the slickness made him much easier to endure.

Dren’s lips parted as he suddenly began trying to imitate Clive and Elsa's move. He pressed his cool lips to yours, slipped his tongue into your mouth, and kissed you passionately, feeling as if he could taste every part of your essence in that moment. His tail snuck around one of your ankles, tight like an ankle bracelet, keeping your leg secured around his waist until he needed to open you up more. He would then use his strength to pull your leg open and sink deeper inside you. Dren’s tongue made you choke on your breath, leaving you with no choice but to breathe through your nose.

Dren couldn’t rest, even though he was quite the strong, able-bodied stature, even he was capable of growing tired, but the tight hold of your pussy made him feel like he was locked securely into your body. Legs tightening around his waist, nails digging into his pale skin, leaving trails of red on his back, Dren could feel his human fully indulging in the idea of being his mate.

You held his face gently, observing the features of his dominant glare. His brow bone intensified as he scrunched his face, frowning as you were beginning to drive him into another sweet release. You looked between your legs, his cock burrowing its head into your cervix, making one thing known to your body, and it was that he needed you to be his. A mate for life. And once the seed sprouted into a perfect specimen, Dren would be certain to release an unfathomable rage on anyone who dared to harm you. His escaping was dangerous enough; his impregnating his mate, whom he’d grown extremely fond of, was judgment day.

The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind, the dangers of what was to come if you were to conceive. But it was impossible to think with such a big gift unwrapped and presented to you. Dren’s cock pulsed, the continuous throbs showing a unique pattern and one that meant he was going to come again. You feel Dren’s thick tail tightening more around your ankle, unraveling your leg that was locked around his waist, and opening you more.

“Inside.” Dren’s words were deep, broken with pleasure as his heavy breaths were accompanied by each syllable. Dren lifted himself, pushing his palms into the backs of your thighs and putting all of his weight onto them. Folding your body in half and now giving his thick cock an even greater opportunity to be deep inside you.

“Ahhh, fuck!” You head sank into the bed, whimpers becoming loud moans as Dren buried himself inside of you. His strength was unimaginable as you felt your back being stuffed into the mattress, and you possibly getting swallowed by it. His tail waved behind him, long and floating within the steamy air of the lab room. That was until its great length slithered between your bodies, and he, with the same delicate wave against the air, Dren made his tail flick lightly over your swollen slit.

“P…please. Dren.” You tease your nipples as you feel them swell just as your clit. The pleasure was too much to endure the longer Dren kept you within his hold. Dren’s hips slowed; the wet sound of his cock retracting out of you made your ears perk up. He was allowing you to feel every unique part of his massive cock. The veins that protruded his shaft, his throbbing tip, its great girth, and the never-ending push of his dick pushing inside of you. Now the tip of his tail was covered in both your mess, flicking hastily all over your swollen clit.

“Inside, Dren.” You begged. “Come inside me.”

You were certain Dren somewhat understood you as he fastened his pace. Feeling that your body had no ability to wait for him, your eyes rolled back, and you were coming for him again. Dren felt the hold of your orgasm, the tightening of your walls closing in on him as if your pussy became his new enclosure. However, this was different, far from feeling trapped and alone. Isolated and cold. With you, he was safe and secure. Willing to give you everything, as you would give him a world of possibilities with his seed. A world where the influence of his nature drove him to want to start a life with you.

And when his imagination continued to run wild, his cock swelled at the sight of you beneath him, his cock filling your belly as he thrusted harder, faster. Your wet lips where he suffocated you with the passionate kiss and the beauty of your angelic face. The one human to have given him so much grace. You were his mate for life before you had even known. Dren pushed his cock inside you, his tip kissing the tenderness of your cervix as he came hard inside you. The pleasure was so intoxicating that his wings burst energetically from behind him as his head tilted back while he released a horrifying screech. It was like tires skidding along a drenched road as a driver lost control. As did Dren until his vigorous hips slowed and he didn’t move until every drop of his cum filled you up.

You were in awe of the great span of his wings and how they were illuminated by the intense light within the enclosure. You’d never witnessed him so…free. Slowly regaining himself, Dren’s wings retracted back into his muscular back, his head dropping down where his eyes were met with yours. As he pulled out of you, you could feel the heaviness of his cum dripping out of you. The mess was soaking into the mattress as you lay there exhausted. Dren’s head tilted, watching as his heavy load escaped you, but after such repeated pleasure, he was evident that mating went just as nature intended it to be.

“Dren, y…you can’t leave,” you exhaled tiredly. “You know you can’t leave the lab.”

Dren rose from the bed, gazing down at your sweaty, glistening body. Sweat trickled down your skin, and the mess between your legs, along with the exhaustion weighing on your eyelids, was evident. He observed your struggle to stay awake, but with no intention to keep you awake, he simply watched your eyes surrender until he was suddenly walking away from the enclosure. The sound of glass crunching under his feet briefly roused your eyes, followed by the distant clash of a window—Dren fleeing into the outside world. The escape triggered alarms throughout the high-security building. Although the piercing siren was deafening, it was barely enough to keep you conscious. Eventually, your body accepted its need for rest, but not before Dren heard the horns blaring and returned. Quickly, wrapping you in a nearby sheet and taking you with him.

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“Still enough time for me to blow a fucking hole through you.” You pressed the muzzle into his spine, and the threat didn’t faze him as he gradually spun around to see the one he was searching for all night.

“I think you would have done it already, darling.” He clutched the barrel of the gun, pushing it into his stomach as a way to call your bluff. You watched as his eyes scanned your body, ravishing in how close in proximity you were to him. That same scent that he basked in upstairs stood in front of him. So sweet that he knew you couldn’t possibly be someone to know what to do with his weapon.

He snatched the gun from you, catching you off guard, and with one strong grasp, he pushed you into the wall. “I’m not going to kill you unless you give me a reason to, and I would hate to have to do that.”

“I should’ve killed you when I caught you fucking yourself in my room.” You reached into your pocket and, with one swift motion, opened your knife, but with efficiency, the man grabbed your wrist, causing the knife to fly out of your hand.

“I take it you enjoyed what you were seeing then.” He released your wrist but kept you in place by the hold of your fragile neck. The rapid beat of your lively heart made blood rush to his cock as he no longer had the worry that you might’ve been dead. That someone possibly broke in before he did.

“Not as much as that beautiful home of yours.” The words struggled to come from your tightened throat, but he managed to make out what you said. You both stared at each other, waiting for the other to blink, as the sudden staring contest began.

“How do you know where I live?” His eyes studied the smugness in your face. Your tone carries your words with great confidence, giving him no choice but to believe that, in any moment you were out of his sight, you had actually been watching him.

“The same way you know where I live.” You could see that he was slightly enamored of having met his match. That even if just for tonight, he could live in the fantasy where the woman of his dreams had become one with him. Like-minded people whose actions were fueled by insanity. She’s different from the others.

“Very, very sneaky girl, aren’t you?” His voice deepened, smooth and velvety like the sheets he kept on his bed.

“Yeah, much better than you.” You were lost within the clouds of his expensive fragrance. Rich and powerfully aromatic, he loosened his grip on your neck and slid his arms around your waist for a tight embrace. You could feel his cock stiffening between you both, aching to feel what the picture couldn’t give him.

“Indeed, you are.” His hands slid up your back, tracing your spine, and the soothing movement made your back arch away from the wall. Your nipples, hard and sensitive, pushed into his chest, and when he noticed the effects of his touch rubbing off on you, he pleased you more. Running his hands beneath your shirt, he made skin-to-skin contact that made your breath hitch. Despite his cold demeanor, his hands were perfectly warm, cupping your breast and pinching your nipples.

You grip his shirt and tear it open, the small plastic buttons scattered and lying at your feet. He loved that you matched his insanity. Just as messed up as me, he thought. As you hungrily fiddled with his pants, his words echoed in your mind. “I take it you enjoyed what you were seeing then?” He was right; it was why you hesitated, it was why you took his gun to draw him nearer. The purge had brought out the worst in everyone, but tonight, you both witnessed each other as sane.

His lips pressed onto yours, both of you groaning desperately, having been caught trying to find the other in this long game of hide and seek. A game that had taken place way before the purge initiation, and without any worry of who won, your minds were the same, as tonight you’d both get rewarded.

“How much longer are you gonna have me wait?” Your words slipped between the passionate kiss, and the deep, primal groan summoned from within him as he felt your hand cinching around his thick cock.

You pushed him further, stroking his cock softly, barely letting your smooth, silky palm touch the thickness of his shaft. “Or did you already wear yourself out?”

“That mouth of yours is going to get you in so much trouble.” His words purred from his lips, heavy and fueled with the urge to put an end to your smart mouth. Clutching your wrist, he spun you around, pushing his erection into your ass, and your body obliged with the arch of your back, and your ass pressed into him.

You wasted no time pulling down your pants, bringing your underwear down along with them. He placed his foot beside yours, prompting you to widen your stance, and as you did, he reached between you to find what he came here for.

“I guess my performance did more for you than you expected.” Palm gliding from your swollen clit to your wet entrance, he finally pushed his fingers inside you with great ease. Your pussy was warmed and past the point of being ready for him to be inside you. This was enough to make you come. Clawing at the walls, you pushed your ass into him, further begging for his fingers to give you more.

“Fuck me.” You panted.

“Don’t you have any manners, sweetheart?” Running his long fingers back and forth between your clit and slicked entrance. Once again, he was so far, yet near. So close. You thought as the tips of his fingers slid inside you again, but before you could enjoy their fullness, he pulled them away.

“Please, fuck me.” You begged, voice tinged with desperation, and as you reached behind yourself to push his hip into you, the man proved the efficiency in his reflexes as he grabbed your wrist and slammed it into the wall. The last thing he expected from the sweet, delicate woman he’d been watching for months was that she would be so untamed. So eager and fueled with ambition that it challenged him in every way. He couldn’t deny that the perception he had of you was false. He would love to have a woman like you by his side every annual purge. Releasing your wrist, he slipped his fingers away from you and dropped his pants, freeing his cock. He quickly found where he ached to be. Inside your home and your pussy.

“Good. Girl.” His head sank into your neck as the tip of his aching cock eased into you like a fitted glove. You sucked him, giving him no choice but to wrap his arms around your waist to brace himself for your hypnotic pull. Every slow, deliberate thrust of his cock inside of you coated him with your arousal. Sticky, wet sounds filled the room, and he couldn’t help but whimper helplessly at how great a mess you were making on him.

“Ahhh, afterward I’ll teach you a lesson on profanity.” His voice deepened, making it a promise to put an end to your immense amount of swearing or at least lessen it. He continued, “I can think of so many ways to put that mouth to good use.”

“Fuck you.” You chuckled lightly, turning back to look down at his eager hips crashing into your ass, and the pleasure was so intoxicating that your delinquency was cut short as he fucked you harder. He held your chin tight, now ensuring your eyes could never leave his. With your hand still planted against the wall, he placed his free hand over top of yours, interlocking your fingers with his and keeping you steady.

“At least with that picture, I didn’t have to deal with any backtalk.” He smirked.

“What? You’re gonna kill me for not obeying you, sir?” You watched his lips as a curt breath escaped them.

“Far worse.” His hand moved towards your neck, both your lips brushing against each other as your disobedience made him feral. The heaviness of his breath was deeper, stronger, and so was his cock as he thrusted into you passionately. “Being dead would be easier than what I have planned for you.”

“What’s next? Kidnapping? You only have a few hours left for that.” You leaned into him, lapping your tongue along his lips like a loving dog who’d finally reunited with its owner. His cock throbbed inside of you, trying its best not to combust as he got the chance to be inside of you, and so soon after leaving that mess on your bed.

“You can’t possibly think that the purge would prevent me from having you.” He smiled, knowing that after tonight, you had nowhere to run. He didn't care about what consequences he gained due to the crimes he'd possibly commit after the purge. For you, the feeling was mutual. As he held your neck tightly, the only way your body could be apart from his was if someone were to pry you away from his cold, dead hands—something that wasn’t even possible, because even in the afterlife, he would haunt you. He would monitor your every move, observe who surrounds you, and, importantly, if anyone tried to take you from him. If that happened, he would have no choice but to bring hell on Earth.

“You’re not going anywhere unless it’s with me. You understand?” The words made you oblige with haste, but so did his thick cock as he slowed his pace and allowed you to feel every inch of him. Thick, heavy, and wet with both your aroused worlds intertwined with another. Your foreheads pressed against each other, a loving touch that made your minds connect in ways others couldn’t understand. For the two of you, the purge was just a night to allow yourselves to live freely. No longer hiding who you were…at least for the next few hours.

“Yes, sir. I do. I’m s…ah, please. I’m so close.” You couldn’t take the slow drag of his wet cock pulling away from you, and with grace, easing back into your tight pussy. He ignored you, instead continuing the steady motion and holding his cock still inside of you. Warming himself with your heavy blanket of arousal, he throbbed inside of you when he could feel you tightening around his cock.

“Just a minute, baby. Ahhh, one minute.” He groaned deeply, taking in the euphoria your pussy was giving him. An ecstasy that not even murder on this glorious night could give him. His heart pumped rhythmically as did his cock as he felt your hips rocking into him because your orgasm wasn’t going to wait for him. Increasing your speed, you fucked him back, and apparently so well he didn’t bother speaking on your impatience, but it was a misdemeanor he’d keep in the back of his mind.

“Good job, baby. Mhmmm, you’re going to make me come.” He held onto your neck with both his hands, interlocking his fingers with each other, ensuring you weren’t going anywhere. Your head tilted towards him, and your back arched like a crescent moon. Your eyes were looking towards the ceiling like you’d been stargazing, and within the dark night, the sound of your moans and ass clashing into him filled the room.

You reached behind him, clutching onto his waist to pull him in, and as your orgasm possessed you, your slick walls still managed to have a hold of him. Your pleas made him buck his hips faster as he listened to you claim who you belonged to. You were his, and happily so. In fact, unknowingly to him, it was safer for him to accept your love as you were far worse than he. Just as fucked up as me. The words played in both your minds, and with the acceptance of each other’s demented mentality, he came inside of you. Every thrust, he poured all of his cum inside of you, leaving his mark and this time deep inside of your pussy instead of your face.

The tight grasp around your neck eased, and, exhausted, you dropped your head and leaned it against the wall. Suddenly, you felt the fabric of your pants brushing your legs as he helped you get them on.

“Thank you, sir.” You said sarcastically, but you could tell the acknowledgment of the power dynamic entertained him as his dick remained hard behind his trousers. Looking at his chest, you smirked at the result of your desire that consumed you in the moment, making you destroy his shirt.

“You owe me a shirt, young lady.” He smirked as he zipped his pants, hiding the thing your eyes couldn’t part from, but after claiming what was his, he knew this wouldn’t be the last time. He couldn’t even promise himself that you’d both make it back to his house as his cock refused to settle down even after being milked dry.

“And you owe me new sheets. I haven't forgotten about that other mess you made.” You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall with a feigned attitude that the gorgeous blonde was starting to enjoy, realizing it was a ploy to make him submit—a challenge growing more difficult the longer he remained near you.

“Of course you didn’t.” He planted a kiss on your forehead, resting his hand gently against your face and savoring the moment he could touch the shell of your existence rather than the glossy picture. He peered down at you with a loving gaze. His million-dollar smile beamed at you as his piercing blue eyes watched the picture of you come to life. That smile. He could never be away from you. Tonight, you were the one he couldn’t let slip by him once the horns declared the purge was over. You were forever his.

I feel like I haven’t written the Polite Leader in so longggg this was overdue and I hope you all enjoyed it 🫶🏽

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He scoped out your home, knowing that he could’ve given you the world. A safe and secure environment. A life where you’d hardly have to lift a finger, as his only intent was to provide you with a life of luxury. This was the first time he could wander around your home without worrying about being reported or having the authorities called, but the longer he wandered, observing pictures, inexpensive furniture, and creaky floorboards, he began to believe you weren’t even home.

He placed his shotgun down, laying it carefully on a table before retreating up the stairs and finding your bedroom. His pale, lengthy fingers pushed back his perfectly quaffed blonde hair as he scanned the room. Flicking on the light, there was no sign of life. Your bed perfectly made, everything immaculately clean like you’d gone on vacation and wouldn’t be back for weeks. He groaned, his lips tightened, and bushy blonde brows furrowed with disappointment. Still, he continued his mission of wanting to know the woman he’d been stalking for quite some time.

Removing his deep blue blazer, he draped it delicately over a chair you kept pushed in by your desk. His lips quirked into a slight smile as he saw a small picture of you pinned to a board filled with your insanely busy schedule. Removing the pin, he took the picture, cherishing it as a trophy for the night he proudly overstepped boundaries. Loosening his red plaid tie, he remained focused on your innocent smile and the rise of your plush cheekbones as your glowing eyes stared back at him. He swelled hard, feeling his cock thicken as this was the closest he’d been to you, and it was only a picture.

He flopped onto the bed in defeat, wondering where you could have been on a dangerous night like this. He also believed someone as delicate as you couldn’t possibly be participating tonight. Resting your beautiful face on his well-ironed deep-sea blue trousers, he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. With every ounce of energy he had left, he took to unraveling before you, his cock swelling with anticipation of being touched by his own ravenous hands. Relieving himself of his tie, he soon unbuttoned his sky-blue button-up and allowed it to drape open, revealing his faultless porcelain skin. Not a scratch or scar in sight.

The eye contact between him and your picture never broke as you remained resting on his thigh. Unbuckling his belt, followed by the unzipping of his pants, he lifted slightly, pushing his pants down right below his firm ass. He huffed desperately with a lingering defeat that remained within him. What if she’s dead? What if someone already took her? The apprehensive thoughts clouded his mind, but when he reclined onto his elbow, there was your radiant smile in one of his hands. The anxious thoughts parted away, and instead, he welcomed the brilliance of your smile.

“Are you hiding from me?” He whined achingly as he stared into your eyes, and with one long, slow lick, his tongue coated his hand with his spit. Peering down at himself, he couldn’t believe how hard he was just from a picture of you. But it wasn’t just the picture. It was your scent that occupied the bedroom, choking him to the point where having a sane consciousness was impossible. He watched the shimmer of his precum glisten on his rosy pink cock, veins trailing up the stem of his thick shaft as he pumped faster. Moans, whimpers, and heavy breaths filled your room as he also wondered what you sounded like during your most intimate moments. His weighted eyelids looked back at your picture, making his cock buck within his wet grasp.

“Ahhh, so beautiful.” He tightened his hold, both on your picture and his dick, as the pleasure became unbearable. All he was missing was the taste of you. Licking his lips, his eyes shut as his imagination ran wild. Sweet, decadent, rich, and inviting was all the thought as he lifted your picture to run his tongue along your face.

The taste of the glossy picture went from nothingness to the most luscious treat he had ever experienced. Your face was covered by the cascade of the thin coat of his spit as he continuously licked your familiar smile. The touch-deprived man watched as his shirt fell by his sides, the cuffs of his shirt splayed open, giving his wrist more mobility as he fucked himself to your picture. His abdomen was tight, showing the soft, defined features of his slender frame. He was so close, but-

You weren’t surprised to find the aftermath of a break-in inside your home, especially on purge night. In fact, you had a good idea of who it could have been, as the sophisticated man you kept spotting throughout your days must’ve believed he was far away, even though he was near. You further solidified your thoughts, knowing there was no mistake when you saw a shotgun resting on your table. You breathed in your frustration and exhaled through flared nostrils as he not only invaded your home but also ruined it, forcing his way in.

You smiled menacingly toward the stairs, knowing there was only one place he could have been. It made it clear why he wasn’t home. You left to go to his residence with the hope of scaring off the predatory man, but with no sign of him there, you returned home, now with a new opportunity to fulfill your goal. Quietly, you removed your shoes and ascended the stairs on the balls of your feet, careful not to be heard.

With each step toward your room, another sound echoed with your heavy breaths—panting, whining, and pleading. You quickly flicked open your pocket knife, revealing the shiny silver blade. Anger surged inside you as you believed he was cruelly mocking you by screwing someone in your room to make a point. However, when you reached the warm glow spilling into the dark hallway, you stayed hidden, your eyes widening as you saw him in an unexpected way.

“Ahhhh, fuck me.” The man swore, which made your eyebrow quirk, as it seemed far from his vocabulary. In his pristine home, you realized he was spoiled, wealthy, and a snob who thought his status made him superior. He looked down on anyone he saw as lower than him, but at this moment, without his weapon, he was vulnerable and just one of the common people he often looked down on. Defenseless and hopeless, you couldn't help but feel a strong rush of power.

You twirled the point of your knife against your finger, leaning against the wall out of sight as you reclined comfortably on your shoulder to watch the vulnerable man. Tilting your head inquisitively, you notice your picture held tightly in his hand, and in the moment, you realize he didn’t come here to kill you as you thought. He wanted not just tonight to be within your presence but eternity.

“C…come on, baby.” He whimpered, head tilting back, making his blonde hair exceed his shoulders. You bit your lips, silencing the moan that almost escaped them. His messy cock was the only time he’d appear disheveled. Precum had covered him like a transparent blanket, coating his throbbing tip, and you couldn’t deny he was a very appetizing man. A grand meal that would leave you full and satisfied.

He kisses your picture passionately, tongue swirling over your cheekbones, and his lips pressed against yours. He had become immersed in his own lust that he hadn’t noticed he had a shadow himself. You observed the tremor in his chest, the gentle whimpers escaping his shiny lips, and how his chest moved forward when his orgasm was present, but he stopped it from happening because he swore that your scent was closer to him for a moment, and he couldn’t part from it just yet.

“I need her. God, please send her to me.” He rolled his hips into his working hand, pushing his cock through his wet, clenched fist while he continued looking at your picture. You were amazed to see him completely unraveled over you; his refined exterior had lain over your bed. Now, his wrinkled shirt fell down his shoulders, his tie clung to the edge of your bed, and his pants slipped down his thighs as he pushed his hips into his hand.

Stalker, burglar, and a pervert. How to retaliate? The words summoned in your mind as you continued to watch him. He’s so close. You watched your face disappear into his balled fist as he tightened his hold of the picture. Never letting go as he felt himself about to purposely make a mess on your bed. Groaning desperately, he rose from the bed, planting your picture just where he’d been sitting. Even through the crumpled picture, he could see your smile. That beautiful face, he thought he’d witness up close, but for tonight this would be enough.

“That’s it, look right at me.” He clutched his balls, massaging them with a gentle caress as he pumped his cock faster. You sit up from your rested stance, seeing that his knees were dipping as he tried to stay up. His body was giving in… he was close. You smirked devilishly, knowing exactly how you wanted to cleanse during this eventful night.

He grunted through his pearly whites, his bicep flexed, and his forearms showed his dire need to release himself as his veins became more apparent. Finally, he aimed his leaky tip towards your picture, and you both watched his heavy, white cum fall onto your face and sheets.

“Ahhh, darling that b…beautiful face.” His voice cracked beneath his heavy breaths as he couldn’t stop the mess he was making. Your face now was entirely covered with his evidence of lust. He ensured to milk himself dry, stroking a few more times even if the sensitivity left him trembling, and afterward he tucked away his semi-hard dick and zipped his pants.

“Something to remember me by.” He winked at the picture, still unaware of his audience, and as he buttoned his shirt, you sheathed your knife and quietly headed down the stairs. You thought, why not make this purge night more interesting? If he wanted you so badly, you wanted to see what he’d do if he knew you were home. So, you grabbed his shotgun and hid, waiting for the moment he’d catch his butterfly.

Did I listen to “One Of The Girls” by The Weeknd on repeat while I wrote this…yeah 😭 since the reader matched his freak it’s only right that I name it this.

I did write another part for this because of how locked in I was this was reallyyyy long so PART 2 is coming up soon 💙🙂‍↕️

Posting this on my Ao3 “SpookyBeanWrites” and updating the “Bedtime Stories” collection! You can find this story there along with some others 👻

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Next, I’ve been continuing to update my multi-chapter fic that’s based on the universe of Scream (1996) titled “Awakening Nostalgia.” This will be posted on my Ao3 “SpookyBeanWrites”

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Inseparable: Frank x Fem Reader x Mature Content

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Quality Time: Frank x Fem Reader x Mature Content

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Yes…I am planning Kinktober early as hell because I want it done before the end of the summer lol. I’m still trying to lock in some characters for a couple days so if anyone wants to read anyone in particular let me know!

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