Camp Counselor X You

Camp Counselor x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: yandere best friend x fem reader, you guys are both camp counselors, bimbo reader, protective and obsessed behavior, mentions of blowjobs, fingering, manipulation, sort of fwb, he's whipped for you.

*Finally a yandere with a name! He goes by "Pres" or "your best friend." I should be working on other stuff soon, but I can't focus for some reason. LOL! Maybe yandere husband part four next, or the superhero. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your best friend convinces you to go to this remote camp deep into the woods with him. He marketed it as a fun paid getaway, but he was ready to taint your innocence.

You’re the exact person he would go for, and the one he’s been wanting to fuck. He wouldn’t dare to toss you aside like all the other women he’s been with. No, he wants you forever. You're his.

Being a camp counselor with your friend was hard. He had the hots for you, and that was pretty clear. Your best friend was named after the late famous singer Elvis Presley. His parents went absolutely crazy for the rock and roll musician, so much so that they named their son “Presley.” But he went by “Pres,” wanting nothing to do with the man he doesn’t even like.

Pres was a hot-headed and flirtatious nineteen-year-old who was only nice to you. He was a bit troubled and rough around the edges, smoking pot and drinking beer whenever he could. He got into a lot of fights, and most of them were because of you.

You were sweet, bubbly, and innocent. You had a tight, round ass that drove him wild, your hair always blowing in the wind, and your mini clothes accentuated your body perfectly. He bought you anything you wanted and did whatever you asked. Despite his tough exterior, he was a mushy, gushy guy on the inside.

He was your closest childhood friend, always coming to your house for years without a single break. Pres told you about the job, shoving the flyer in your face, and he raved about the opportunity. Money, sleeping in cabins, and taking care of kids—it all seemed pretty easy. It also meant he could have you all to himself for three whole months!

The day before the kids arrived for the summer, the counselors had one last meeting. You were able to check out the cabins, rest up for the night, and be well-rested for the morning. That was until your friend snuck out of his cabin and came to yours.

He tiptoed quietly, clinging to the shadows as he looked around to see if his supervisors were nearby. Slowly, he inched closer to your window. Your friend had told you to keep it unlocked, so he hoped you had listened. He let out a small grunt as he used his biceps to lift the window, which slid up smoothly.

“Oh would you look at that?” He muses, pushing his body though. He eyed you up and down, noticing how you were already in your pink silk nightgown. “Now that’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”

All of the boring and long hikes to see a couple of mountains meant nothing in comparison to this. Seeing you in your room with lit candles all around, your legs apart, and your supple breasts covered by thin fabric was captivating. His feet found footing on your carpet as he approached closer to your sleeping form. That night, he slept right by your side, not wanting to leave you for a single moment.

You both teetered on the line between just being friends and being lovers. He would try to convince you to make out with him. You were just his type: ditzy, pretty, and downright adorable. He could show you a good time if you let him. His hands would rest on your hips, lovingly rubbing your sides up and down, occasionally slipping lower to your ass.

Presley convinced the kids assigned to you to hang out with his group, all so he could pull you into the woods and put on a cute display. He showered you with little kisses on your neck, his deep, rumbling voice cooing swoon-worthy words, and his brown eyes held so much warmth and affection. It was enough to convince you to get down onto your knees, his cock already pulled out of his tan shorts.

You’re a hot babe. Even hotter with your lips around the head of his cock. It must've been your first time, or you were just struggling with his length. Pres guided your head up and down, and with a loud grunt he came inside your mouth. He would tell you that you did amazing, help you wipe your mouth clean, and he’ll return the favor.

He doesn't understand what personal space even means. Your bed was his, and his was always open for you and only you. Once he got his rowdy kids to settle down in their bunk beds, was the moment he had you trapped outside, his fingers soaking in your cunt. He had his hand around your mouth, his knee pushing your legs apart, and his fingers kept pressing against the spot that had your head spinning.

No matter what he does, you still think you guys are just friends. Even if that word does irk him, he'll use it to his advantage. Showering with him was something friends do, so you can’t really say no. Him helping you clean every crevice of your body was just him being nice. Him choosing specific outfits that he wants to see you in was only because he was a 'fashionista.' He barely gave you any time to argue back when he stuffed your body into the swimsuit in the dead of night.

Pres tried his hardest to woo you. On lake day, he would pull off his shirt, muscles on display, and jump into the water. When he came up to the surface, his hair glistening in the light and his body dripping wet, he would try to catch a fish—doing manly things to show off. If that didn’t work, he would walk inside with you to the grand hall, where he’d make friendship bracelets with you. You were happy to do simple things like that, and he’d even make flower crowns with you.

The yandere was a competitive and athletic man. He would win at all of the games—tug-of-war, rock climbing, and don’t even mention any sort of crossword puzzle near him. All of his winnings would go to you. The chocolate gold coins from See's Candies were yours, the tiny trophy he got for catching the most fish was in your hands before you could blink, and the whittled statue of a moose from capturing the prettiest pictures was promptly put into your bag.

He had his softer moments: carrying your suitcases for you and putting them into the shuttle when camp ended, wrapping his jacket around you when you shivered, and letting you have the window seat because you liked to sightsee. He would remember your favorite snacks (he forced himself to like the same things) and offer his arm to be used as your pillow during the drive.

Right when he thought the relationship had progressed into something more, with your head resting on his shoulder, you said the words he didn’t want to hear: "You're the greatest best friend I have ever had."

Ah, shit. Seriously?

“Mhm, yeah, yeah,” he said unenthusiastically with a slight eye roll, and he gently patted your head. “Just go to sleep.”

Toji with a puppy girl👀

Nah cuz puppy!reader…x wolf!toji‼️⁉️ GOODBYE YALL🫡

Alright imagine wolf cop!Toji and puppy!reader who accidentally got caught speeding and acting all fidgety and nervous when he made her roll her window down. Wolf cop!Toji’s leaning against your car door, merely asking for your driver’s license and you’re already shaking in your seat.

The first thing you did was trying to explain why you were speeding just a little, to buy some heat suppressants and Toji could see that you weren’t lying about that. Puppy girl is all sweaty, your eyes are droopy with indecipherable lust and your aromal pheromones were begging him to breed you. He is a servant of the law, supposedly having to be professional on his job, but fuck did he want to help you with your heat.

He doesn’t know the extent of his self-control and he has no interest in testing it today—so he promptly sends puppy off with a warning, he’d better not catch you speeding again.

The next time he saw puppy was a few seasons later—when he was passing by an alley on the way home from dinner with the chief. There was a little yelp of desperation, and what seemed to be someone calling for help. He could smell the scent fraught and despair, along with a familiar whiff of feminine pheromones.

Stalking into the tenebrous alleyway, he found you cowering all scared over the corner, ears back and tail between your legs as a hooded male prowled closer to you. 

Without much thinking, Toji hauled the male away from you, smashing his frame against the wall before locking his hands behind his back. 

The man tried to fight back but it was all simply in futile. He could try all he want but Toji would still have him subjugated under his strength. Ripping the hoodie off of him, and as his features were described; it was the serial rapist around your area. 

“Oi!” he called for your attention, sobbing as you shut your thighs tight together. “Get my phone outta my pocket.”

You did as you’re told, dialling the number he chanted aloud and soon the cops were there to bring the male under custody. 

“Thank you for saving me, sir,” you spoke to the intimidatingly huge wolf. And Toji returned with a terse ‘welcome’, noting the crimson blush you wore underneath your cheeks and your strong intoxicating scent; it made his head heavy and the world seemed to whirled in his sight. 

“Yer’ alright?” his voice was comfortingly deep, the grizzly pitch scratching the nerves in your ears. You’re practically sweating, and acting like how you were the first time he saw you. “Why are you out here alone this late?”

“I was going to get some heat suppressants and my car was getting fixed. So I had to walk…” you embarrassingly cried. Fuck, he swore in his head, not again. The officers were busy with the rapist bastard and letting you continue your walk alone seemed unsafe. So, he’d better send you back as quickly as possible and get on his merry way home. 

Or so he thought. 

“Please, please, please…!” you tearily whined, rubbing yourself against his knee, nose buried deep in his neck, breathing in his manly essence. Toji was beating back a groan, your scent punching his nostrils and messing up his heartbeat. He was supposed to drive you home, and somehow you’re straddled on top of him just as he has reached your home.

“Hey—”

“It hurts s’much, sir!” you’ve balled his shirt into your fist, staring at him with those wet puppy eyes. It’s your hormones against his instincts, and he has to put himself under control no matter what. “The toys are no use, I can’t do it anymore!”

“Where’s ya suppressant?” Toji sighed as he rummaged through your bag, his thigh began to dampen and the bulge in his pants pumped against the restraints of his brief as it grew in size. You didn’t manage to buy it, did you?

“Please, save me,” your voice broke as you cried, desperation oozing out of your eyes along with your tears. He could feel your pulse through his pants and your drenched panty, and fuck were you pushing him towards the edge of his limits. “It’s just this once, please…!”

Your words were the breaking point that wrenched the very last of his self-control out of his wavering self. But rules are still rules, and he worked quickly to call his partner, instructing him to help log out of his shift system for him. You were practically all over him when the phone call ended, your little teeth nipping and licking over his saliva-coated neck.

“Bad girl,” Toji clicked his tongue, his voice was low, almost predatory with a growl. You let out a yelp when he grabbed your face, forcing your head to the side as to expose the supple skin of your neck. It wasn’t fair for you to mark him without expecting him to imprint on you. Especially when you’d let out your adorable gasps as he sunk his sharp teeth into your flesh, your skin threatening to break and blood ready to flow under the subjugation of his canines.

He would only learn more of the sound you’d make when he pressed a finger against your pulsing clit through your embarrassingly wet panty, teasing and rolling your bud until your body shook and voice begged him to touch you more.

You were all he could smell and hear, his mind and body nearly drunk off of your pheromones that bubbled into the sizzling hot air. And it took the rest of a pathetic amount of restrain left in him not to eat you whole. He would have to compromise on the honey that seemed to coat your skin, sucking and biting the sweetness off of you.

Your gasps turned to whines when he stuffed a finger into your heat, a single digit of his large enough to please your squeezing cunt. But he expected you to take more than that, stretching out your slick-dripped pussy with two of his thick fingers. Your cavern squelched as he slipped them in and out of you, your head growing heavy and your eyesight turning hazy.

“Feel so—nnh, good…!” you slurred through the pleasure that shook your nerves. Your movements did nothing but agitated the bulge in his trousers, and Toji hated being edged of all things. So he had your wrists bounded by his cuffs, your arms raised above his head and your motions then restricted to your hips as you buckled them from the tingles in your core.

Toji smirked through one of the bite he was marking on your chest when he pumped his digits in and out of your sloppy cunt faster, his thumb reaching your clit and stimulating both of them at the same time. You burst into heightened cries as you felt your orgasm coming close, your hips rolling with his thick fingers as they curled over the gummy part of your wall, your eyes rolling to the back of head as pressure started building in your core.

“Mmnh—I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’!” you repeated into a chant, your features twisting to his enjoyment as he watched you come undone from his mere fingers.

From the look of it, Toji knew you haven’t had enough. You were at the height of your heat, any coherence long melted into your innate desires to mate, for hours at least. You tried to free yourself from the cuff he’d locked you in, your eyes raking over his body down to the pumping size in his pants, a spot of pre-cum damp from your doings.

“Please, sir…” you whined through your adorable doe eyes, your craving for his cock to fill your cunt catching up to your limit. “Please fuck me.”

“That’s what I wanna hear,” Toji smirked, nipping the end of your sensitive ear, causing you to shudder from his touch. He loved the fact that he doesn’t have to ask for you to beg for him, his animalistic ego stroked by your adorable neediness.

Your eyes nearly popped out when you watched him unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to release his fat cock, veiny and pulsing and ready to pump you full. You were almost too eager to fit him inside of you, your hips sinking down a little too quickly. But Toji was quicker to grab you before you hurt yourself. You were already well prepared, your body releasing all the hormones necessary but still, you were built a little too small for him.

“Someone’s impatient,” Toji chuckled as you wriggled in his hold. Just as he thought, your lips paused open when he slowly sank you halfway down his length, his thick cock pushing against the wall of your tummy, a little bump from the shape of his bulging from the inside of your stomach.

The both of you swore underneath your breaths, and you threw your head back when Toji started shifting into your hips. You were so damn tight and warm and wet that his carnal need to breed hit him like a fucking truck.

His jaw clenched as he forced his whole length into your pulsing hole, your eyebrows furrowed and teeth sunk into your bottom lip from how full you felt. Your breaths left your mouth as dragged moans when Toji began to draw his hips out and into your weeping cunt, slow but deep.

His thumb drew circles upon your hardened clit once again, attempting to ease your clenching hole but it did nothing but tightened your grip around his girth. “You gotta relax, pup,” he groaned into the sultry air, and you cried as you shook your head.

“M’ can’t! Please!” you mewled, rolling your hips for the least bit of friction, itching to ease the tingle between your thighs.

“Fuck,” Toji growled as tears of frustration began forming in your eyes. You weren’t the only one starved for sex, he’s been holding on for so long just not to hurt you. But you’re an eager one, can’t even wait for his cock to start moving and you’re sniffling your tears aback. “You better not regret this,” he clicked his tongue before drawing his hips back, slamming them up into your weeping cunt.

The car shook from the force and a scream lodge itself in your throat, your pussy ached with his cock dragging against your walls, and a pulsing warmth began to swarm all over your belly. “Haah—it’s s’good!” you mumbled unsteadily, your back arching into him and eyes turning crossed.

“I need you to be, shit—clearer, sweet.”

“Your cock f-feel s’good, sir!” you could feel the way Toji twitched inside of you, his pace relentless and rough. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the crack of the pressure in your core, and your released gushed all over his lap and car seat, the scent of your essence making his head heavy.

He doesn’t stop even when your lips spewed nothing but rambles, your drool slipping down your chin and onto your marked chest. Instead, he began to fuck himself into you, harder and faster. Your thighs shook for the way his cock spurred up your insides, it was as if he was trying to bring you apart then and there.

Toji bellowed out a low growl as his nails sank into the flesh on your hips, using your body like a flashlight and messing up your sore cunt. Your slick cavern hugged his cock tight as he twitched, the nerves on his tip dancing upon the fire of pleasure before you feel a rope of his velvety semen paint your insides white, a wave of orgasm crushing down over you soon after.

You’re too drunk and dumb off his cock to stop him, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and tongue idly lolling out. Toji had spent too much of his time enveloped in your mating pheromones, his hormones raging all over his body, twisting the levels until he was down to nothing but a hulking body of a male intending to impregnate.

Unbeknownst to you, it would take days for a wolf’s rut to wear off.

Yandere Wednesday Addams headcanons

Posted:12/25/22

Title: Yandere Wednesday Addams headcanons

Yandere Wednesday Addams x GN reader

Summary: Yandere Wednesday Addams headcanons

Author's note: I have a big crush on Wednesday, but I personally find it hard to find Wednesday Addams x reader fic that I actually enjoy.

Warnings: Yandere, NSFW

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Her love for you is intense. This new feeling confuses her, and as much as she doesn't want to, she asks her parents about it. They are ecstatic for her, saying that's natural when you're in love. [I like to think Gomez and Morticia are yandere for each other.]

Learned as much as she could about you. Knows all of your family's dark secrets that even you don't know.

Enid is the first to know about Wednesday's crush on you and is so happy for her. (She doesn't know how crazy Wednesday is for you.)

Spontaneously walked up behind you one day in class and cut off some of your hair. Everyone, including you, thought she was trying to be mean when she was trying to be sweet. She keeps in love with it.

She likes sleeping in the same room as you. Even when you don't know, she's there.

Goes without saying that she'd 100% kill for you or torture someone in your name. If she needed help, her family wouldn't hesitate.

Let's face it she wasn't asking you out. she was telling you, you're now dating. She's forceful when it comes to starting the relationship.

If you didn't want to date her, that's too bad because she would force it to happen. "We're not a couple, Addams!" She gives you a wicked smirk. "Yes... We are, l/n. I've chosen you." She steps closer, making you gulp. "You're mine now~"

Wednesday does wear the pants in your relationship, she made the pants. She's the dominant one out of you two and she won't have it another way.

She's not delusional, just morally grey.

Wednesday is smart. She knows how to manipulate, gaslight, and girl boss to get her way.

Sometimes, she likes to make you feel foolish. As a powerplay.

She informs everyone that both of you are dating. Even if it is not technically true.

Wednesday also forces her awkward affection on you.

Her favorite form of physical affection is hand-holding.

Her favorite kisses to give are kisses on your knuckles. It's a gentleman's habit she learned from her father.

Wednesday is a gentleman, and she holds this title with pride

She'd give you the most bizarre gifts. An animal heart, a dove bone necklace that matches hers because she claims they were live birds, chocolate-covered bugs, dead flowers, flower stems, the fingers of your enemies, etc.

Wednesday, in my eyes, is on the asexual spectrum. So I think the farthest she expresses her sexuality to you is through her writing, drawings, and the occasional makeout session. (The Addams are a very creative family.)

She's a sadist and not necessarily in just a kink way. Wednesday will cut you just to hear you wince. She smiles and licks the blood away, then patches you up.

Wednesday is definitely the kind of person to slap your sunburn.

Comes to your dorm in the middle of the night with a blood sample kit. She asked to make necklaces from each other's blood. She wears a small jar of your blood and vis versa.

If you ever lose a tooth, she demands that she gets to keep it.

Let's talk kidnapping...

If you got to a point where you couldn't talk to her forcing herself on you anymore and trying to flee, she would track you down in a short amount of time and then have you tried up somewhere.

Her next step would be to inform her parents that a "guest" will be living with them for a while. The Addams are so excited and welcome you into their home. They don't even blink twice at the ropes around you.

Slashers’ Reaction to Social Distancing

Jason Voorhees

Murder-Free Summer. Even if campers come to Crystal Lake, Jason’s staying far away from them. Do you know what that means, (Y/N)? *Dons coveralls* Bring on the paint! Bring on the spackle! Finally, you and Jason can renovate your cabin without distraction! You know that amazing clawfoot tub in the main lodge? *Transfers it to your cabin* (Then has celebratory bubble bath)

Note: Usually, he’s too busy checking traps and hacking campers during the warmer months. And during winter? Well, the freezing temperature means painting is a no-go and the pipes are frozen.

Renovating the Rat Cave. The tunnels. Dear lord, the tunnels! “Jason, those rats deserve a nicer home!” By the time you’re done, it would actually be an enjoyable place to visit.

Sleeping Late. After all, thanks to his homicide hiatus he’s no reason to get up at the crack of dawn. Enjoy your snuggles, you two. You’ve earned it.

Thomas Hewitt

He’d make some masks. Granted, they wouldn’t be medical-grade quality–not in the beginning, at least. After all, where is he supposed to get those kinds of supplies? Being the resourceful man you know and love, however, Thomas would start by crafting masks for the family.

He’d be the Oprah of masks. You get a mask! You get a mask! Everybody gets a mask! Luda Mae, Hoyt, and you would help Thomas in his mission to ensure every member of the Hewitt clan is protected from exposure. Some nights, you’d find Thomas asleep at his workbench. Seeing a half-finished mask in hand, your heart would ache with pride. He was such a good man.

Waking him up, you’d lead him upstairs and into bed. Thankfully, he’d be too tired to notice your struggle to remove his boots. *Falls to the ground as the stubborn thing finally comes off*

Michael Myers

He’d cut his hair. While he may not care about flattening the curve, you do. As a result, Michael’s going to be joining your quarantine. Still, he’s notoriously averse to feeling caged. Simply put, he’s going to get bored. He’s also going to feel confined. *Struggles against tangled hair* That’s it! There’d be no warning–only the faint sound of snipping.

Note: Because he’s Michael, this insufferably talented freak of nature would do a wonderful job. Still, when he walks into the room for movie night–acting like nothing’s different–prepare to choke on popcorn in surprise. *Proceeds to gush over his hair–much to his mortification*

Twister. You would play it…and it would end in sex. You’d also play Monopoly–Michael would be the racecar while you’d be the ever-erotic thimble. Really, (Y/N), that piece is downright scandalous! (At least, the way you use it is.)

Brahms Heelshire

Indoor paradise. So, you’re stuck inside. Well, clearly, this is your and Brahm’s chance to make the Heelshire house amazing! I’m talking makeshift slide-stairs, a newly-installed hammock in the living room, and fairy lights… EVERYWHERE.

He’d refuse to wear pants. Not much more to say. *Swings dick around for fun* Nooooooooo!

Watching you spiral into insanity. Remember, Brahms is the master of social distancing. You, on the other hand? (Y/N), why are you sprinting around the house like a dog with the zoomies? *Slides across the floor in oversized socks* Why are you wearing Brahms’ boxers? Where did you find that bottle of whiskey? 

BONUS:

How social distancing would impact your sex life…

Jason Voorhees: Outdoor sex. No campers + nice weather = a lack of possible onlookers. A lack of onlookers means you’d finally be free to do the unthinkable: streak through Camp Crystal Lake. *Strolls gloriously naked past Jason only to get plowed into the dirt via animalistic fucking*

Thomas Hewitt: Inadvertent Cosplay. Masked sex? Well, you do need to test the masks’ ability to stay in place… not to mention that breathability is important.

Michael Myers: Roleplaying. Oooooh, is he a plumber come to…fix your pipes? And where did that 80′s techno music come from? *Bow-chicka-wow-wow*

Brahms Heelshire: Zero Calorie Kinkery. You know he’s going to put mirrors all over the house. Enjoy your Diet Voyeurism–it’s voyeuristic sex, but with none of the shame!

A-Z Alphabet: Michael Myers

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Much like a tamed cougar, Michael isn’t quite domesticated. (Around others, he’s downright lethal.) With you, however, he shows a begrudging, unpracticed warmth. 

After making love, he’ll silently rise and leave. The first time he did this, you’d been heartbroken. He’s…just going to leave? Just like that? No sooner than your heart began to ache did he return–still gloriously naked–with a washcloth. If you’re unable to walk afterward (which is absolutely possible), he’d be surprisingly understanding. Simply put, prepare to be carried. 

And yes, being carried bridal-style by Michael Myers is as amazing as it sounds. Cuddle against him, listen to his relaxed breaths. While he’s an object of terror to most; for you, he’s simply warm, strong, and deliciously protective.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part and also their partner’s)

What are you most insecure about? Your arms, stomach? Thighs, skin? Whatever you dislike the most, he’ll cherish–seeing its symbolic meaning. For imagination’s sake, let’s use stretch marks. Whenever you’re sitting together, watching a movie on Netflix, he’ll absently trace the soft zig-zags with the pads of his fingers. Soon, you’d forget why you were insecure about them in the first place.

Your favorite part of his body is his face–specifically his eyes. Michael is a difficult man to read. It’s not you–he’s simply spent his formative years being analyzed by trained professionals. If he learned to fool them, he can fool anyone. (Most of the time, he’s doing it subconsciously.) That being said, you’re likely the only person in the world that can touch–let alone see–his face and survive.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…I’m a disgusting person)

Inside you. Michael’s an animalistic man. He wants to know that you’ll be feeling his cum slipping out of you—a clear sign to the world that you’re his. You’re already claimed and mated; thoroughly fucked by your male. (Remember, Michael is one of the more possessive slashers.)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Praise. While he’ll deny it, Michael loves it when you praise him in bed. Knowing that he can make you come undone with his body is deeply satisfying for the man. If you’re shy, don’t worry. Being highly observant, he’ll take your moans as praise, as well. 

Plus he loves watching you beg him to fuck you harder, knowing you’re at his mercy.

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