Butchtober but as Smut

by R4in_Lov3r

Chapter 3: Jason Voorhees

Summary:

You know exactly what will calm down your beautiful brute of a girlfriend

Shit.

 

 

I can feel her breathing down my neck.

 

 

It shouldn't be this hot, but with how she has me pinned...

 

 

Repeatedly thrusting her hips against my ass...

 

 

Hitting such sensitive spots with ease...

 

 

Despite the strap being mine, and it being her first time...

 

 

She's doing so damn well.

 

 

I'm almost there...

 

 

Fuck!

Notes:

Not too sure how I feel about this, but I'm trying something new.

Chapter 3: Jason Voorhees

She reeks of blood, but her fingers are in so deep that it's hard to care anymore.

 

 

I wonder how she's able to be so close to me despite the position?

 

 

My hips flutter up in the air and hit hers even with her hand in the way.

 

 

She's breathing heavily and staring at me with those haunting eyes.

 

 

Wanting more...

Chapter 4: Dracula

Summary:

What's something you want from a Vampire?

The bed is so plush against the both of us.

 

 

The soft silk clenched aggresively between my fingers, and against my face.

 

 

Her fingers diligently rubbing in patterns, and making me clench onto nothing but open air.

 

 

Her tongue traces my dull wound from the week before.

 

 

"Survive dragostea mea~"

Chapter 5: Werewolf

Summary:

Would you let a werewolf knock you up?

The frigid stone feels wet against the bare skin of my back.

 

 

The subtle whimpers, and groans of the beast above me grabs my attention.

 

 

She's close.

 

 

I look down, and see her massive red cock is ready.

 

 

The sheer size of it grazes my clit with each breath.

 

 

She's ready to pump her seed deep inside me.

 

 

"S-shit!"

Chapter 6: Hannibal Lecter

She left one hand clean.

 

 

Deep inside, and reaching undiscovered places.

 

 

The other; dirty, and covered in blood holding a leg up.

 

 

Her carnivorous mouth attacking my clit which making me see stars.

 

 

I arch against the table covered in charcoal and graphite.

 

 

The moans leaving my mouth cover the screams of those injured.

 

 

My body begins to quiver as I'm brought over the edge.

Chapter 7: The Phantom of the Opera

Summary:

Can you handle her infront of the maids?

My dress is discarded; on the ground a couple feet away.

 

 

Her gloved hands wrapped around my waist since the table wasn't enough.

 

 

My leg is raised, and my hands are clenched at the other end of the table.

 

 

The sound of my pussy rings throughout the library, and so are her groans.

 

 

My moans quiet down knowing that the maids can hear us.

 

 

Her hips slam against me as she reaches places that have never been touched until now.

 

 

My moans grow in volume because of it, and my back arches in response.

 

 

"You can handle more...can't you?"

Chapter 8: Headless Horseman

Notes:

I didn't put much effort into this one.

My hands reach for the headboard.

 

 

She's underneath me strutting her hips against me.

 

 

The plastic cock seems almost too real with how she controls it.

 

 

Her hands gently holding my waist despite her rough movements.

 

 

I lean over her trying to get a better grip, but I can't.

 

 

One of her hands slither down to my clit, and draws a building orgasm closer.

 

 

"It won't end here..."

Chapter 9: Ghostface (Billy Loomis)

Summary:

She just came back from a kill, and needs to blow off some steam

Notes:

I didn't try for this one.

 

**IMPROPER USE OF A KNIFE

My head is thrown back against the bed.

 

 

My legs wanting to close around her head.

 

 

Her mouth wrapped around my clit while she has the handle of the knife in me.

 

 

She moves the handle of the knife slowly.

 

 

My hands grab the sheets and I slightly arch my back.

 

 

The knife handle is slowly pumping into me while her tongue makes me focus on her than the knife.

 

 

"That's right, focus on me~"

Notes:

Should I add the rest of the Ghostface killers?

Chapter 10: Pinhead

I'm blindfolded.

 

 

Her hands delicately touch my thighs.

 

 

I squirm under touch, but I can't move my hands since they're tied to the headboard.

 

 

One hand slithers away leaving one leg cold.

 

 

I can feel the head of her cock against my entrance.

 

 

She pushes just the tip in before adjusting her hands.

 

 

I can just barely feel her hands at my sides.

 

 

I arch my back almost immediately once she starts to thrust at a slow pace.

 

 

"You ready?"

Chapter 11: Frankenstein's Monster

Summary:

Your test subject is always nearby, why not make some use of that?

Notes:

I don't know what to do

 

*I FIGURED IT OUT YAY!!

It's dark.

 

 

But the groans that leave her mouth fill the vast emptiness that surrounds us.

 

 

I roll my hips to get more sounds out of her.

 

 

It works.

 

 

She's tied down, but could easily break free if she wanted to.

 

 

She doesn't despite squirming underneath my touch.

 

 

"Bitte...meine Liebe..."

Chapter 12: A/N

Uhm.

 

I will probably finish this at a later time and in a different month.

 

But just know I haven't forgot about it.

 

I just had to deal with an Essay prep, an actual essay, turn in an essay for a different class, do some quizzes, and other high school related stuff.

 

My high school even had a flood surprisingly.

 

The flood came from the broiler (pipe burst) and so both floors were heavily damaged with some drywall falling apart, glued tiles folding and more.

 

Hope that clears some stuff up as to why I've been in active recently.

Chapter 13: Pyramid Head

Summary:

Will it hurt, or will it be full of pleasure?

Her hand is rough against my scalp as she pulls me closer.

 

 

Her gown is discarded making it easier access to her needy cunt.

 

 

I'm already looking up at her as she angles my face for more pleasure.

 

 

My hands reach up to her strong thighs that continue to hold her up.

 

 

I can feel her shake and squirm; ready to collapse but she doesn't.

 

 

Her muscles tense just as she throws her head back and moans in ecstasy.

Chapter 14: Ruvik

Notes:

This one is short

One hand grabs your hair while the other is clenched in a fist.

 

You keep eye contact whilst she struggles to even keep a straight face.

 

Your mouth hurts but you keep up with her demands.

 

It was meant to be an experiment.

 

But that originality is long gone and is replaced with pleasure.