💀𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉🍑

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I'm Peach! 23 years old! Been an active writer since 2019! As well as an active fandom roleplayer since 2019! I have both adhd and autism as well!! But I'm sweet all around! Huge swiftie! And also a huge fan of Sabrina Carpenter!

I'm a writer!! So I'm gonna be doing the writing on this blog, this one will be for other fandoms me and him are apart of!

Main Blog- @gennemi

Scream Masterlist

Kyle Gallner Masterlist

The Walking Dead Masterlist

Supernatural Masterlist

The Cabin In The Woods Masterlist

Norman Reedus Masterlist

Murphy Macmanus Masterlist- coming soon!

Rules to requesting fics by me is simple! For smut you have to be at least 18+! You can requests anonymously but please be 18+!

Now rules for requesting anything is SIMPLE!

Nos:

Scat

Piss/Throw up kink

Rape/non-con/CNC

Adult x Minor/pedophilia/Age play

Incest

If you want to request me! Just pretty much use the peach emoji!! As to not confuse the boyfriend! And if you wanna request any art for him use the skull emoji!

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN! IT WILL TAKE ME TIME TO GET TO THEM! AS SINCE I WRITE ON MY MAIN BLOG AS WELL! YOU CAN CHECK IT OUT IF YOUR A FAN OF RICHARD HARMON AND HIS ROLES! I TAKE SMUT, FLUFF AND ANGST REQUESTS!

I WILL CLOSE REQUESTS WHEN I GET TOO OVERFLOWN WITH THEM!

I write mostly for fem/non binary/gender fluid reader, but not against writing for male reader!

Who I Write For

Supernatural- Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Crowley, Castiel

The Walking Dead- Daryl Dixon

Norman Reedus Himself

Murphy Macmanus- The Boondock Saints 1 and 2

Kyle Gallner himself and some of his roles

Dinner In America- Simon

Smile (the movies)- Joel

The Passenger- Benson

Jennifers Body- Colin

Scream- Stu Macher and Billy Loomis

The Cabin in The Woods- Marty

I WILL LET YOU KNOW IF I DONT FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH A CERTAIN REQUEST! AND REQUESTS WILL BE SLOW!

PLEASE DO NOT COPY/STEAL OUR WORKS!!

I'm in a lot of fandoms! But here is some I'm currently active in! I'm active in both Richard Harmon and Kyle Gallner fandom!

Games: Pokemon, Minecraft, Animal Crossing, Legend Of Zelda, FNAF

Shows: Supernatural, TWD, The 100

Other: Markiplier, Anime like Demon Slayer, AOT, JJK, Pokemon!

Link to Max's Info!

KEY:

Angst-💔

Fluff-🥰

Smut- 🥵

Silly/Funny-🤪

Hurt/Comfort-❤

Suggestive- 👀

Max's Art- 🎨

Peaches Writings:

Better Than Him- 🥵

Max's Art:

𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵 𝑯𝑰𝑴

Peach: I will indeed start writing for Norman!!! Actually planning to start writing for another favorite character of his i love as well! Murphy from The Boondock Saints one and two!

Warnings: 18+ only,smut, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up IRL), best friends to lovers, jealousy, possessiveness, dirty talk, praise kink, slight angst, mean boyfriend mentioned, Norman being tender but also a little rough.

Taglist: @dixontardis

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You’d been Norman’s best friend for years. Through his rise in acting, his art shows, his travels—he always wanted you there. But lately, all he could think about was how much he hated your boyfriend.

The guy was loud, dismissive, always talking over you, and Norman couldn’t stand the way he acted like you were disposable. You deserved softness. You deserved someone who looked at you like you hung the stars.

Norman looked at you that way every damn day.

It came to a breaking point one night when your boyfriend had left you crying outside a party, driving off without a word. Norman pulled up minutes later, jaw clenched, knuckles tight on the steering wheel.

“Get in,” he said, softer for you.

You climbed into his car, wiping your eyes, trying to laugh it off. But Norman wasn’t having it.

“Why do you let him treat you like that?” His voice was low, rougher than usual.

You flinched at his tone. “Norm—he’s not all bad, I just—”

“No,” he cut you off, pulling the car over on an empty street. His hand covered yours where it rested in your lap. Warm, calloused. “He doesn’t see you. Not the way I do.”

Your heart thudded. “Norman…”

His eyes searched yours, desperate, vulnerable. “If you were mine, I’d worship the fuck outta you. I wouldn’t let a day go by without tellin’ you how lucky I was.” His hand slid up, cradling your cheek. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

The air between you burned. Your lips parted, and before you could second guess it, you leaned in. Norman’s mouth crashed onto yours, hungry and aching like years of restraint snapping all at once.

You gasped when his tongue slid against yours, his hand gripping your thigh tight.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled against your lips.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered back, needy.

That was all it took. He hauled you across the console into his lap, your dress riding up as you straddled him. His hands explored everywhere—your hips, your ass, your thighs—like he couldn’t get enough.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he murmured against your throat, biting, sucking, marking you in ways he’d dreamed about. “Too good for me too, but fuck—I can’t let you go back to him.”

Your panties were soaked, and when his hand slipped between your thighs, you cried out.

“Shh, baby,” he soothed, fingers pressing into your heat through the fabric. “I’ll take care of you. Let me show you how it feels to be wanted.”

He pulled your panties aside and slid two fingers into your slick heat, curling them deep while his thumb found your clit. You nearly came undone just from that, but he wasn’t finished.

“You taste good everywhere, don’t you?” he rasped before pushing your dress up and burying his face between your thighs.

You bucked against his mouth, his tongue fucking you, lips sucking hard on your clit while his fingers drove you closer and closer—until you shattered, crying his name like a prayer.

Norman licked you clean, eyes dark and wild when he came up. “Need to be inside you. Need you to know the difference.”

You nodded frantically, tugging at his jeans. The second he freed himself, he pushed your panties aside again and slid in with one rough, desperate thrust.

“Fuck—” you sobbed, nails clawing his shoulders.

He groaned, forehead pressed to yours, pounding into you like he couldn’t get close enough. “You’re mine now. Not his. Mine. Say it.”

“Yours,” you gasped, over and over until it was all you knew.

Your release hit hard, clenching around him, and Norman followed right after, spilling into you with a guttural moan of your name.

When it was over, he held you tight against his chest, kissing your temple softly. “Never go back to him. Please. Let me love you the way you deserve.”

You smiled through your daze, whispering, “Better than him.”

Norman chuckled hoarsely, kissing you again. “Better than anyone, sweetheart.”

Can you make a writing where Daryl thinks the reader is too good for him to be with and she confronts him about it after she finds out from Glenn he thinks that way? Xx

𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯

Peach🍑: HIII LOVELY!! I absolutely loved writing this! And I hope you enjoy it! 🫶.

Warnings: Angst · Talk of insecurity/low self-worth · Hurt/comfort · Fluff · Soft kisses · Happy ending

Taglist: @dixontardis

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You’d noticed it for weeks—the way Daryl looked at you like he wanted something he couldn’t have, the way he always pulled back right when things felt like they might shift into something more.

It wasn’t until Glenn let it slip one evening, voice hushed but guilty, that the truth came out.

“He just thinks he’s not good enough for you.”

The words sat heavy in your chest. Daryl Dixon—the man who’d saved your life more times than you could count, who had a heart bigger than anyone gave him credit for—thought he wasn’t good enough.

That night, you found him out by the edge of camp, working at his crossbow, head down.

“Glenn told me what you said,” you started softly.

Daryl stiffened instantly, jaw tightening. “Ain’t none of his business.”

“It’s mine.” You crossed your arms, taking a step closer. “Why do you think you’re not good enough for me?”

He wouldn’t look at you. Just kept fiddling with the bowstring like it mattered more than the crack in his voice. “’Cause it’s true. Look at ya—smart, kind, beautiful… You deserve someone who ain’t… like me.”

Your chest ached at the way he said it, like it was fact. Like it was already decided.

“Daryl Dixon,” you said firmly, crouching down so you could catch his eyes, “you’re wrong.”

Finally, his gaze lifted, and the storm in those blue eyes nearly broke you.

“You’re the bravest man I know. You care when you don’t have to. You protect people even when it hurts. And you’ve got the biggest heart of anyone here, even if you don’t see it.” You reached out, covering his rough, calloused hands with yours. “You’re more than good enough. For me. For anyone. But especially me.”

His throat bobbed, lips parting like he wanted to argue, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he whispered, “Ya don’t know what you’re sayin’.”

“Yes, I do.” You leaned in closer, your forehead brushing his. “I want you. Not some idea of perfect. Just you.”

For a long moment, he stayed frozen, like he couldn’t believe it. Then his hand cupped the back of your neck, tentative but desperate, pulling you into the softest, most hesitant kiss.

When you pulled back, breathless, he muttered, “Ain’t lettin’ ya go now.”

“Good,” you whispered, smiling through the tears threatening your eyes. “Because I wasn’t going anywhere.”

And for the first time in a long while, Daryl let himself believe he was enough.

💀 max : heyyy first request!! im not TOO happy with how this turned out, but i hope you like it !!

𝑫𝑶𝑼𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑩𝑳𝑬

🍑A/N: Ofc lovely! 🫶. I hope you enjoy!! And Stu is definitely a munch!

Warnings:Threesome (mfm) · Oral sex (female receiving, Stu is a munch) · Knife kink (light) · Rough sex · Spanking · Hair pulling · Dirty talk · Overstimulation · Slight breeding kink · Mask play

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The Ghostface mask drops to the floor with a hollow thud, but you barely have time to notice before you’re shoved back onto Billy’s bed. His lips are on yours, hungry, demanding, while Stu kneels at the foot of the mattress with a grin that promises trouble.

“Man, she smells so good,” Stu practically moans, hooking your thighs over his shoulders. “You don’t mind if I—?”

Billy doesn’t even glance down, too busy nipping at your throat. “Shut up and eat.”

Stu dives in without hesitation, tongue lapping at your folds like he’s starving. You cry out, arching against Billy as his hand fists in your hair, forcing your head back so he can watch every little reaction.

“Fuckin’ knew you’d taste sweet,” Stu groans against you, sloppy and greedy, sucking at your clit until your legs tremble. He moans like he’s the one getting off, rutting against the mattress as he devours you.

Billy smirks, pulling back just enough to trail the flat of a knife down your chest, the cold steel making your nipples pebble. “Look at you—two of us and you’re already falling apart.”

Your hands claw at Billy’s shirt as Stu sucks harder, sliding two fingers into you while his tongue flicks mercilessly against your clit. The overstimulation has your vision going white, and when the orgasm crashes through you, it rips a scream from your throat.

Stu moans like he just came, burying his face deeper between your thighs, licking you through every wave until you’re shuddering and whimpering.

“Think she’s ready for me now,” Billy mutters, yanking Stu back by the hair. Your slick shines on Stu’s mouth and chin, and he licks his lips shamelessly.

“Dude, she’s so ready.”

Billy strips fast, climbing over you with that wicked gleam in his eye. He presses the knife flat against your stomach as he thrusts into you hard, groaning at the stretch.

“Fuck, baby. Tight even after he loosened you up.” His pace is brutal, every thrust driving you deeper into the mattress. Stu’s right there again, climbing up to press his mouth to yours, licking into your mouth like he can make you taste yourself.

Then he trails kisses down your neck, across your chest, until his mouth latches onto your nipple. He sucks greedily, whining into your skin as Billy pounds into you, the combination of pain, pleasure, and worship making you dizzy.

“You like that, huh?” Billy growls. “My cock inside you, Stu’s mouth all over you—you were made for us.”

When Stu’s tongue dips back down to circle your clit again while Billy’s still fucking you mercilessly, it’s too much. You shatter, crying out their names, body convulsing with another orgasm.

Billy curses, grinding deep as he spills inside you, while Stu moans against your cunt like he’s drunk on it, tongue never stopping until you’re a trembling mess between them.

After, Billy collapses beside you, dragging you into his chest, while Stu sprawls across your thighs, chin sticky, looking up at you with a wide, boyish grin.

“Best. Night. Ever.”

Billy just smirks, brushing his knife over your skin again. “Oh, it’s not over.”

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Masterlist for Peaches writings/ Masterlist for Max's art

peaches main page

max's main page

Key:

Smut-🥵

Fluff-🥰

Angst- 💔

Max's Art- 🎨

Blood/Gore/Dark Content- 🩸

Funny/Silly- 🤪

Suggestive- 👀

Hurt/Comfort: ❤

MARTY

Peaches Writings:

NOTHING YET!

Max's Art:

Masterlist for Peaches Writings/ Masterlist for Max's art

peaches main page

max's main page

Key:

Smut-🥵

Fluff- 🥰

Angst-💔

Gore/Blood/Dark Content-🩸

Funny/Silly- 🤪

Max's Art- 🎨

Hurt/Comfort: ❤

Suggestive- 👀

DEAN

Peaches Writings:

NOTHING YET!

Max's Art:

NOTHING YET!

SAM

Peaches Writings:

NOTHING YET!

Max's Art:

NOTHING YET!

CASTIEL

Peaches Writings:

NOTHING YET!

Max's Art:

NOTHING YET!

CROWLEY

Peaches Writings:

NOTHING YET!

Max's Art:

𝑫𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑺𝑰𝑵

🍑A/N: hello sweetie! Peach here the writer of shared account! (The boyfriend is the one who draws for said account! He's taking requests as well!) Thank you so much! We both appreciate it!! But here you go lovely enjoy!

Warnings: Priest/nun kink · Religious themes/taboo · Rough sex · Dirty talk (sacrilegious) · Spanking · Hair pulling · Breeding kink · Virginity loss (reader is inexperienced) · Angst/forbidden romance vibes

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The abbey is quiet after vespers, the chapel bathed in the soft glow of candles. You should be in your cell, whispering prayers before sleep, but instead your steps carry you to the confessional.

You don’t expect him to be there. But when the little screen slides open, you hear the low rasp of his voice.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…” Your own voice trembles, though you can’t yet admit what the sin is.

On the other side, Daryl Dixon stiffens. You can almost picture the way he’s rubbing the back of his neck, the way his blue eyes narrow. “Child, what kind of sin?”

Your breath hitches. “Desire.”

There’s a long pause. Then the sharp sound of the door creaking. You startle when the curtain pulls back and there he is—collar crisp, eyes dark with something you know isn’t holy.

"You don’t know what you’re askin’ for,” he mutters, jaw tight. “I took a vow. You did too—or you’re about to.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” you whisper, heart pounding. “And I don’t think you can stop either.”

That’s all it takes for his control to snap. His hands slam against the wooden booth on either side of your head, caging you in. His lips crash into yours, rough and desperate, tasting of sin and stolen salvation.

“God forgive me,” he growls against your mouth, “but I can’t let you walk away now.”

He drags you into the empty chapel, pushing you down onto the altar like it’s the most blasphemous thing he’s ever done. His hands tear at your habit, fabric ripping until you’re laid bare beneath him.

“You think this is what you want?” His voice is gravel, full of anger at himself. He smacks the inside of your thigh hard enough to make you gasp. “You’re playin’ with fire, girl.”

“I’m not afraid,” you whisper, spreading your legs wider.

His eyes burn. He frees himself from his slacks, the collar still tight around his throat, and when he pushes into you, it’s rough, punishing, stretching you until you cry out.

“Virgin, huh?” he snarls, hips slamming against yours. “Takin’ my cock in your pretty little pussy for the first time right on the altar. Nothin’ holy ‘bout that.”

Every thrust is brutal, his grip on your hips bruising, his teeth scraping your throat. He whispers filth in your ear—promises of sin, of filling you, of making sure you never think about God when you’re on your knees again.

“Say my name,” he orders, yanking your hair back. “Not Father. Say Daryl.”

“Daryl!” you scream, climax tearing through you, back arching off the altar.

He groans, spilling inside you with a shudder, burying himself deep like he’s planting the seed of sin he swore to purge.

After, he collapses against you, breath ragged, forehead pressed to yours. For a moment, he looks broken, lost.

“We’re damned,” he whispers.

You smile, brushing a hand over his collar. “Then damn me with you.”

need simon smut with lighters CUS YOU KNOW HES INTO THAT

AND HEAPS OF MARKING AND SPANKING

ALSO YOU KNOWW HE FUCKS YOU TO HIS OWN MUSIC

please just be FILTHY with it. thanks wifey 🥰

𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑼𝑷

🍑 A/N: you ask and you shall receive my love!! You're welcome! I hope you enjoy! Love you!

Warnings: rough sex, impact play, lighter play (heat but no harm), exhibitionistic vibes, unprotected piv sex, dirty talk, degradation/praise mix, overstimulation, music kink (fucking to his own band’s songs), possessive behavior, creampie

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The room smelled like smoke and sweat, lit only by the flicker of a lighter that Simon kept sparking open and closed between his fingers. He watched you crawl up onto the mattress, smirking like a predator playing with his prey.

“You look so good in my chaos,” he drawled, flicking the flame to life again, holding it close enough for you to feel the heat kiss your skin without burning. He let it hover near your thigh, your stomach, your throat, just enough to make you shiver. “Bet you’d let me burn my name into you if I wanted.”

The lighter snapped shut, and suddenly his mouth was on yours—rough, messy, tasting of cigarettes and adrenaline. His hands shoved your clothes aside, tearing at fabric with zero patience, leaving you bare under the soft glow of the flame he flicked again, this time leaving it on the nightstand so it lit the room like a sinful candle.

And then he did it—hit play. His own snarling voice filled the space, distorted guitars rattling the walls. His smirk widened against your mouth. “Oh yeah, baby. You’re gonna take my cock while listening to me scream. Tell me you don’t fucking love that.”

You gasped as he shoved you back and drove into you with one rough thrust, no warning. The bassline of his track thudded through the air, syncing with every brutal snap of his hips. He growled in your ear, “That’s it. Ride my rhythm. My song, my rules.”

His hand clamped around your throat, thumb brushing under your jaw as his teeth sank into your shoulder. Each time the music built, he fucked you harder, chasing the climax like it was part of the setlist. He pulled out the lighter again mid-thrust, sparking it just above your chest, the glow dancing over your skin as he fucked into you mercilessly.

“You’re mine,” he hissed, flicking the lighter shut again with a sharp clink. “I want you screaming my name louder than my goddamn track.”

And you did—moaning, gasping, clawing at his back while his own snarling lyrics bled through the speakers. He fucked you through the song, through the next one, pushing you to the edge until your whole body shook.

When you finally came, it hit like fire, dragging a roar out of him as he buried himself deep and came inside you, collapsing on top of you with his voice—his voice—still echoing from the speakers.

He chuckled breathlessly against your ear, flicking the lighter one last time. “Told you, baby. I’m the only soundtrack you’ll ever need.”

🍑A/N: Wrote this a few hours ago! Hehe Simon has me in a big chokehold! His actor in general has me in a chokehold. And also a way to tell since this is a shared account with the boyfriend! A way to tell if it's me posting is a peach emoji! Since I'm the writer of the blog! He does the art on the blog and when he posts he uses a skull emoji go tell y'all it's him! :))

Warnings: Rough sex, unprotected sex (piv), hair pulling, choking/light breath play, biting/marking, dirty talk, degradation (“mine,” “tight little pussy”), spanking/bruising implied, possessiveness

MINORS DNI

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You weren’t sure what set him off—maybe it was the way you looked at him, maybe it was the smirk on your lips when you dared to push back at one of his smart-ass remarks—but suddenly Simon had you pinned against the peeling wallpaper of the bedroom.

“Don’t play with me, sweetheart,” he growled, his voice a low snarl, hot breath hitting your ear. His hand clamped around your jaw, tilting your head back so he could nip at your throat. The sting of his teeth made you gasp, and he laughed, the sound sharp and cruel in that way that made you ache.

His jeans were already shoved low on his hips, his cock hard against the denim. When he ground against you, you could feel the piercings through the fabric, a reminder that Simon never did anything halfway.

“Bet you like this,” he muttered, shoving your skirt up so fast the seams popped. “Bet you’ve been thinking about me fucking you raw ever since you let me crash here.”

You whimpered, but he cut the sound off with his mouth crashing onto yours, all teeth and tongue, messy and brutal. His hand fisted in your hair, yanking hard enough to sting, forcing you to arch into him.

“Say it,” he demanded, pulling back just enough to stare at you with wild eyes. “Say you want me to ruin you.”

“I—fuck, yes—”

That was all he needed. He spun you around, pressing your chest into the mattress, tugging your panties down with a vicious rip. No buildup, no warning—he shoved into you hard and deep, making you cry out into the sheets.

Simon grunted, hands gripping your hips so tight you knew you’d bruise. “That’s it, take it—fuckin’ take me.” His thrusts were rough, relentless, every snap of his hips slamming you further into the bed. He leaned down, teeth scraping your shoulder as he bit hard enough to leave his mark.

The pace was brutal, overwhelming, and you couldn’t stop the way your body clenched around him, dragging a low, broken growl from his chest. “Tight little pussy,” he spat, breathless, pounding into you harder. “Mine now—don’t forget it.”

Your moans spilled out uncontrollably, raw and needy, as he reached down to rub your clit with two rough fingers, not gentle in the slightest. It was too much, too fast, your body burning up under his.

When you came, you screamed into the sheets, your whole body trembling. Simon only fucked you harder through it, chasing his own high, until he shoved deep and spilled inside you with a filthy groan, collapsing over your back, teeth grazing your ear.

“Yeah,” he rasped, still buried in you. “That’s what you wanted. Don’t ever act like it wasn’t.”

Peaches Masterlist for her writings/Max's Masterlist for his drawings

peaches main page

max's main page

Key:

Smut-🥵

Angst-💔

Fluff-🥰

Gore/Blood/Dark Content-🩸

Silly/Funny- 🤪

Hurt/Comfort: ❤

Suggestive- 👀

Max's Art: 🎨

DARYL

Peaches Writings:

Fighting Fire -🥵

Deliver Us From Sin- 🥵

Good Enough- 🥰❤💔

Max's Art:

I would like to request a daryl dixon smut please, i want angry daryl and him and fem reader argue and they end up fucking 😌😌

𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑬

🍑A/N: Hello again wifey! Here is your Daryl request hehe🫶

Warnings: Rough sex · Arguing/angry sex · Wall sex · Hair pulling · Biting/marking · Dirty talk · Breeding kink · Possessive Daryl

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"You don’t listen, do you?” Daryl’s voice is a low growl, sharp as the glare he pins you with. He’s pacing the cabin like a caged animal, jaw tight, fists clenched.

“I was listening,” you snap back, standing your ground even though your chest is tight. “You just don’t like it when someone tells you you’re wrong.”

His nostrils flare, and you swear you can see the vein in his neck pulsing. He steps in close, so close you feel the heat radiating off him. “Don’t push me, girl.”

“Or what?” you challenge, chin tilting up.

That’s all it takes—he grabs you, shoving you back against the wall hard enough to rattle the frame. His mouth crashes into yours, teeth clashing, tongues fighting, nothing gentle about it.

The kiss breaks only when he growls into your ear, “Gonna shut you up the only way I know how.”

His hands are everywhere—gripping your waist, sliding down to squeeze your ass, yanking your legs around his hips. He grinds against your core, the thick bulge in his jeans pressing right where you need him most, and you moan into his mouth.

“Thought you were mad at me,” you pant, nails digging into his shoulders.

“I am,” he snarls, ripping your shirt down the middle. “Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna fuck the attitude outta you.”

Your back hits the wall again as he thrusts into you without warning, filling you so deep you cry out. His rhythm is brutal, every slam of his hips fueled by anger and lust. One of his hands tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so he can bite down on your throat hard enough to leave marks.

“Fuck, Daryl!”

“Say it louder,” he growls, rutting into you harder. “Let ‘em all know who’s fuckin’ you like this.”

The burn of his pace, the sting of his teeth, the way his calloused fingers grip your thighs—it’s overwhelming. Anger melts into heat, fury into need, until all you can do is cling to him, moaning his name like a prayer.

When you finally come undone, nails raking down his back, Daryl bites out a curse, hips stuttering as he spills inside you, holding you tight to the wall as though he’ll never let go.

After, both of you panting, he presses his forehead to yours. His voice is still rough, but softer now.

“Still mad,” he mutters, though his lips curve in the ghost of a smirk.

“Me too,” you whisper back, kissing him anyway.

Peaches Masterlist for her writings/ Max's Masterlist for his Drawings

peaches main page

max's main page

KEY:

Smut- 🥵

Fluff- 🥰

Angst- 💔

Blood/Gore/Dark Content- 🩸

Silly/Funny- 🤪

Hurt/Comfort: ❤

Suggestive- 👀

Max' Art- 🎨

SIMON

Peaches Writings:

Ruin Me, Simon- 🥵

Light Me Up- 🥵

Max's Art:

NOTHING YET!

BENSON

Peaches Writings:

NOTHING YET!

Max's Art:

Benson Art 🎨

JOEL

Peaches Writings:

NOTHING YET

Max's Art:

NOTHING!

COLIN

Peaches Writings:

NOTHING YET!

Max's Art:

NOTHING YET!

KYLE

Peaches Writings:

NOTHING YET!

Max's Art:

Scream Masterlist for Peaches works/ Masterlist for Max's Art

peaches main page

max's main page

Key:

Smut: 🥵

Angst: 💔

Fluff: 🥰

Silly/Funny: 🤪

Dark Content/Blood/Gore:🩸

Hurt/Comfort: ❤

Suggestive: 👀

Max's Art: 🎨

Billy Loomis

Peaches Writings:

Sweet When You Bleed- 🥵🩸

Double The Trouble- 🥵

Max's Art:

NOTHING FOR BILLY YET!

STU MACHER

Peaches Writings:

Double The Trouble- 🥵

Max's Art:

Wifey WIFEYYYYY

I NEED A REQUEST OF BILLY LOOMIS RIGHT NOW (not like right now, but when u can) KNIFE KINK KNIFE KINK AND DID I MENTION KNIFE KINK? AND AND AND GHOSTFACE MASK OFC OH MAYBE BLOOD KINK TOO

Ok thankssszzs

𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑫

🍑 A/N: HI WIFEY!! I KNEW YOU WOULD BE THE FIRST ONE TO REQUEST!! AND I LOVE IT! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!!

Warnings: Knife kink · Blood play · Ghostface mask kink · Breeding mentions · Rough sex · Biting/marking · Choking (brief) · Reader bleeds (minor cuts, fully consensual) · Safe word implied · Possessive dirty talk

MINORS DNI

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The door clicks shut and you already feel your pulse quicken. You know the game tonight—his game, your game. The Ghostface mask glints under the low light, and the knife is already in his gloved hand.

“You ready for me, baby?” Billy’s voice is muffled behind the mask, but you nod eagerly, words catching in your throat.

“Say it,” he demands, knife’s edge tilting your chin up.

“Yes, Billy. I’m ready.”

The distorted chuckle that follows sends shivers through you. He presses the flat of the blade down your throat, dragging it slowly until it rests between your breasts. The cool steel makes your nipples harden beneath your shirt, and when he slices the fabric open with one swift flick, you moan instead of flinch.

“God, you love it,” he breathes, tugging the mask up just enough to reveal his smirk. He lowers his head and bites hard at the top of your breast until your cry fills the room, then licks over the mark like he can’t get enough of the taste.

The knife dips lower, pausing at your hip. He presses just enough to nick your skin, a small line of crimson blooming bright. You gasp, thighs clenching.

“Fuck,” he groans, watching it bead before dragging his tongue along the cut. “So sweet for me. All mine.”

He has you pinned against the counter in seconds, knife flat against your stomach as his other hand shoves your panties aside and plunges two fingers deep into your dripping heat. You moan, back arching, but never once do you feel unsafe—the knife is a threat, a promise, but one you trust him with completely.

“Look at you—bleeding and soaking for me.” He curls his fingers, and the sharp edge of pleasure burns through you, mixing with the danger of the cold steel against your skin.

By the time he frees himself, you’re shaking with need. He bends you over, one gloved hand fisting in your hair, the other pressing the knife lightly against the small of your back as he thrusts into you hard and deep. The Ghostface mask is back on, and the sound of him groaning behind it drives you wild.

“Take it, baby. You’re safe—you’re mine.” His words are rough, but the reassurance underneath has you clenching around him, the edge of fear sweetened by the trust between you.

Your climax rips through you when he presses the knife harder, dragging it just enough to sting, your body tightening around him as he groans and spills into you.

When it’s over, he sets the knife aside first, tugging the mask off and kissing you deep, blood still staining his lips. His voice is softer now, gentle in the aftermath.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” you whisper, blissed out and trembling in his arms. “Better than okay.”

He smirks, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark he’s left on your hip.

“Good. Because you’re mine—and now you look it.”

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