#sissy x reader

Part:I|II|III

Characters: Johnny, Sissy

Warning: cannon typical violence, stalking, blood mention, gun shot mention, slight NSFW, I am not responsible for what you read

Gender: gender neutral, m4f, m4m, m4n

A/N: Part two lol. Hope you enjoy

Masterlist

"Sweet Sugar" Part 9

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

The next thing you knew, you were being pushed down onto the bed, with Sissy standing nude in front of you. She was beautiful, radiant, the room was filled with a green haze - your mind throbbed as Sissy pulled your underwear from your legs, admiring your form as she cut the strap off your bra. "Sugar… I might just go mad if I look at you too long~" Sissy hummed, crawling onto the bed, running her fingers along your tender skin, kissing your neck softly before biting down, causing you to cry out "Let me hear those cries sugar, let me hear your song" She laughed as she bit down harder, suckling and biting almost hard enough to draw blood. It made you squirm, made you writhe and buck, your arms too weak to push her off as Sissy feasted like a wild animal. She continued to assault your body with bites, marking every inch of you, so everyone knew you were hers. Every kiss, every bite was an assault to the senses, the haze in the room bringing your mind to such an intensity you swore you would pass out if you were touched any further. Sissy's hands eventually made her way down to your breasts, squeezing, pinching, each touch dizzying, her tongue soon followed, every lick and swirl was nauseating. Your legs kicked and twitched each time Sissy made contact, it was almost enough to make you sick. You felt a knot build in your groin, your breath was heavy, your moans loud and desperate. "Sissy I…" you cried, sweat building on your forehead "Shhh, I know what it is you want sugar. But you've gotta do somethin' for me first." Sissy giggled, turning around, positioning her pussy right above your mouth. "Just do what your body tells you to." Sissy hummed, lowering herself onto your mouth. She tasted sour, her smell was overwhelming - and yet, despite how wrong it all felt, you found yourself tasting her anyway.

Every time you lapped at her you tasted her more and more, your tongue didn't know where to go, but Sissy found a way. She forced herself down, bucked harshly against the places she needed touched the most, all with a mix of ferocity and lust. As Sissy's quiet little moans became louder, she pushed herself further down on your face, suffocating you as she rode. "Just like that sunshine! Don't you DARE stop!" Sissy gasped Suddenly her act of lust became a fight for survival, as Sissy got closer and closer to her climax, your lungs grew more desperate for air - you lapped desperately at Sissy's slick mound, hoping you could bring her closer to finishing, your tongue ached, your lungs were burning, but with one final push - Sissy cried out - at first she spasm'd wildly, riding out her orgasm on your face, and then her movements slowed. After a moment of rest she dismounted from your slick-streaked face, the two of you gasped for air, taking in the sweet flowery scent of the room, inhaling the haze right into your lungs. "Mmmm, thanks sugar." Sissy giggled, cutting off your desperate breaths with a kiss, a deep, passionate kiss - you couldn't tell if she was revelling in your taste or her own. Your eyes began to roll back, your mind a total haze as Sissy took control of you. "Now. I'm gonna make you squirm."

"Sweet Sugar" Part 10 (Final Part)

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

After pulling away from your lips, she made her way down your body, shuffling her face between your thighs. She kissed, bit and licked down your legs, teasing you with every movement. "Sissy please…" You whined "Beg for me." Sissy demanded "What?" "Beg. Beg me to touch you. Beg for me to make you mine. I won't touch you until you do." "Please Sissy… Please make me yours." "You aint beggin hard enough~" "Please! Please!!" you screamed, tears welling in your eyes "Cry for me sunshine, sweat for me, show me you want me!" "I don't know if I can beg any harder, please!" you whined - after flashing you a quick smile, Sissy made her move.

Gentle was the last thing you would describe her as, each thrust of her fingers was faster than the last, deeper than the last, her tongue lapped desperately, suckling at whatever she could find - she'd done this before. At first she used one finger, then two, then three, she revelled in feeling you stretch out around her, enjoyed your desperate pleas, enjoyed the way your body shook like jolts of electricity had burned through you. Sissy went from massaging your deepest parts to licking and suckling at whichever hole she landed on first, she went from fingerfucking you relentlessly to teasing your clit, all suddenly without any seeming pattern - she was feral - fucking you like her life depended on it. You didn't know how many times she'd made you cum, Sissy didn't stop, she was relentless, laughing every time she felt your body shake, every time she felt you twitch.

Everything was a blur, you were overstimulated and so high you couldn't focus on anything but overstimulation - your mind was mush, it was nothing, every orgasm Sissy brought only dumbed you down more, leaving you nothing but a moaning, babbling mess lying in a puddle of your own juices. Maybe this was exactly what she wanted - to make you the perfect little girlfriend, to keep around to suit her needs, a brainless little princess just for her. A princess who never fought back, who never said no, who never stopped loving her. As your mind numbed, you began to think maybe that's what you wanted too - after all, if Sissy wants it, you should want it. You'll be perfect for her.

You'll be hers.

"Sweet Sugar" Part 8

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

"I'm a little j-jealous that YOU got such a pretty girlfriend Sissy, h-how come I don't have one yet?" the skinny man laughed "She's not her girlfriend just yet." said Drayton, he grinned as Leatherface returned, placing down plates of steaming hot food in front of everyone.

"Eat up now." Drayton smiled, you lowered your gaze to the plate, shoddily mashed potatoes, old dried out peas, and freshly made sausages were laid in front of you. "mmf." "Here, let me help you with that sweetheart." Sissy smiled, overjoyed as she cut through the tender meat, only stopping when the knife made a clinking sound. "Whoops! Must of been one of those pepper corns!" She laughed, pulling a bloody ring from the meat - Sophie's ring. "Now, say ahhhh~" Sissy hummed, pulling the gag from your mouth. You stared around the room, everyone was looking back at you expectantly, so you opened your mouth, biting down on the strange, horrible meat. "Welcome to the family."

The night went from a hearty dinner to a joyful celebration, Drayton stuck around to enjoy the music that blared from an old record player, the skinny man, who introduced himself as Nubbins, danced around wildly with Sissy. Johnny disappeared soon after dinner was finished, Nancy sat by you and spoke of her past lovers, and how she was just so excited to see Sissy find her one true love. As the night went on, Sissy would come back every few minutes, excited and full of energy, she would plant a kiss on your lips, each one intoxicating, each one bringing more and more of a fuzz to your mind, each one making you needier.

As things began to quiet, Sissy unstrapped you from the chair, she took you by the hand, pulling you away. You were dizzy, the world was spinning and Sissy was your rock. Sissy was the one reprieve from the confusion, the swirling, the howling winds and laughing voices, Sissy was stillness, Sissy was love itself. She lead you to a small field, laying beside you as the two of you stared up at the stars - the Texas night was beautiful, maybe it was the drugs, or maybe you could really see thousands more stars than there ever were.

"Y'know. I would have fought for you. If they said I couldn't keep you. I would have shredded them all. Family is everythin', but love is everythin' more. I learned a lot about love from them, I learned a lot about love when I was away from them. I met a lot of girls like you, I met some boys like you too. I danced, I kissed, I shared my body. But none of them were like you. None of them spoke to me with their eyes the way you do. You say such wonderful things to me without ever openin' those pretty lips of yours. And now you're mine. Mine forever. Mine to take with me wherever I please, do with whatever I please. I love you Y/N." "I love you too, Sissy." "I know you do. Let's lie here a little while longer, when we get home, I want to show you my love."

"Sweet Sugar" Part 2

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for this chapter: Blood, Kidnapping, Drugging, Bondage, horror, knife stuff, implied murder.

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

Word Count: 1300+

As the sun disappeared over the horizon, the cool Texas wind wafted over the road, but it brought you no relief, instead it only brought a cold, terrifying chill that made you shiver with every breath. The sweat on your neck was now icy, the loneliness petrifying. You knew that something was wrong, you'd stopped rationalizing, stopped making excuses for Sophie's absence, now all you had was fear. Pure. Fear. The terror made you almost wish the woman was back with you, that Sissy was back with you. At least she was company. Now it was just you and the stars, or at least, you hoped it was.

A rustling in the bushes outside snapped you back into reality, the rustling was distant at first, but as you held your breath you realised - it was footsteps. Your heart skipped a beat as you listened out for them, was Sissy back? Had she finally - no. The footsteps weren't hers, they were slow, methodical and heavy - not the steps of someone barefoot. You quickly hid under the seat, terrified, your heart was beating like it had never beat before. A dark figure clad in silhouette appeared at the window, just barely glistening in the moonlight. It was him - it was Johnny. "You alright in there Y/N?" He called out, knocking at the window. You didn't respond, you just held your breath, praying he couldn't see you. "I know you're in there. It's rude to ignore someone when they're talkin' to you." He coaxed, you remained silent, hoping on the simple factor of him going away. "heh. I can see you down there y'know. Those pretty locks of yours give you away." Shit "Where's Sophie?!" You screamed, your fear growing ever stronger as you sat up, leaning against the door. "Oh so you CAN talk! Open the door. C'mon." "I… I'm not opening the door without Sophie!" "Aww. Well that's just too bad." Johnny chuckled, pulling a jingling set of keys from his pocket. The sight of the small crochet charm on the keychain sent your heart dropping to your stomach - those were Sophie's keys.

Johnny slotted the key into the lock, swinging the door open, revealing a knife clasped in his gloved hand, it shone in the silver moonlight, as did the blood covering his body. You screamed as Johnny grabbed your leg, pulling you out of the van onto the rough ground. "GET OFF OF ME!" You screamed, uselessly hitting at his legs. "AWW YOU AINT HAVIN FUN? SOPHIE HAD FUN." Johnny laughed as he pulled you up by the wrist, revealing his depraved, wide eyes. "What… what did you do to her?!" "Let me show you." He purred, teasing your skin with his knife, wiping your friends blood along your arm. A sudden resolve overcame you, you realised you would die here if you didn't fight back - you had to run. Now. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" You screamed, pulling tightly at your wrist as you grabbed the keys from the door, jabbing them into Johnny's abdomen. The split second of shock loosened his grip just enough for you to slide out, Sophie's slick blood allowed you to pull free and make a dash for the woods. You didn't dare look back, you just ran straight forward, your heart pounding, your legs feeling like lead pipes. "OH YOU'RE MAKING THIS FUN FOR ME ARE YOU?! I LIKE A GIRL WHO PUTS UP A FIGHT! I'LL EVEN GIVE YOU A HEADSTART!" Johnny laughed, his voice becoming more and more distant. He was walking after you, watching you run. This was worse than chasing you, worse than killing you outright - he was confident that you wouldn't get away. Yet you kept running, it's all you could do.

As you leapt and bounded through the woods, you hoped the dry thicket would supply you with ample cover to hide, you couldn't keep running, your eyes were full of tears, your legs were exhausted, your arms were laced in scratches from the dry branches that reached out like thorny fingers, snatching and grabbing at you to keep you still, all for the monster chasing you to devour. You ducked down under an overturned log, shuffling down into the cool dirt, it was horrible, you felt something crawl over your skin and through your hair, many something's. The feeling once would have pushed you to tears, sent you running screaming - but now it was second to the fear you felt, second to the urge of survival.

Johnny's footsteps became apparent once again, disturbingly casual as he wandered through the woods. "I'm gonna find you~" He called, only a few meters away, he looked over his shoulder, observing the broken branches you had left in your panic. "You know, the longer you spend running, the more I get to think about what I'll do with you when I find you." He hummed, his voice disappearing into the woods. You waited what felt like hours before coming out from under that log, you were sore, terrified, tired. You stumbled around, wondering what the hell to do - could you just wander down the road waiting for someone to find you? How long is it to civilisation? What if he gets back in his truck? All these worries were cut short when an icy cold razor was pressed to your throat, earning a terrified eep from your lips. "Shhh. It's okay sugar. It's me." Sissy whispered, lowering you to the ground with her. "P-please don't hurt me Sissy, please…" You whimpered, tears falling down your cheeks. "Shhhh. Shhh. It's okay sugar. I'm here to help you. I won't let that rotten brute lay a finger on you. You're mine. You're my prize. I saw it when I first laid eyes on you, I heard you callin' to me, silently, with your mind." Sissy ran her tongue softly over your neck, lapping up the dirt-tainted sweat. You held back a shiver, lest you risk the razor making an unwelcome gash. "Your body called for me too. I see how you sweat for me. I sweat for you too. I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe. And you will love me." Sissy giggled, pressing a rag covered in odd powder to your face. You protested against it, tears welling in your eyes - the concoction was sickeningly sweet, the powder got in your nose, into your airways, you tried to struggle against it, but each breath brought more powder, it made its way through your very senses right to your brain, compelling you to "Sleep."

You awoke in darkness, your head was fuzzy, you could feel a throbbing in your mind, like your heart had made its way into your skull. Yet it wasn't pain you was feeling, only numbness. Your skin felt like it was on fire, your body hot, but it was a fire almost welcoming, painful but beautiful. You whined, realising a cloth gag was fitted tight into your mouth, laced with some kind of chemical that must have been the cause of the burning numbness. You tried looking around, realising you was in a closet of sorts, sat upon a makeshift throne of old clothes. Your feet were tied together, as were your wrists, which were bound behind you. Your mind cleared slightly, the reality of being kidnapped by some crazy woman setting in - you had to escape. You moved your knees slightly, your body felt heavy, so very heavy. Mustering up your strength, you bucked against the wooden closet door, hearing a clinking on the other side. As you kicked and kicked, the wooden doors didn't relent - it was locked by some kind of chain. Whatever hope you had quickly dwindled as you laid back down in your cramped new home, surrendering to the numbness - you closed your eyes.