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thrasher-slashers · 1 year

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Slashers with a Thicc S/O

Basically, a few slashers with a plus sized S/o- some basic relationship HCs sprinkled in- kinda requested by a friend?

Some body dysmorphia

Mainly fluff :)))

Pronouns=They/Them (G/N reader)

I am a plus sized person myself- but I’m still not the best writer! Bare with me if something’s don’t make sense!

Kinda OOC

Bo Sinclair

Holy shit-

Loves your thighs- wether squishy or muscle, loves them

Will pinch your fat, thinks it’s cute

* Lays his head on your legs, a lot…maybe play with his hair???

* He definitely won’t complain…

* If your self couscous about your size? This man will go ham on anyone that says a w o r d.

* He will hype you up to the best of his one tracked southern mind-

* Chubby chaser!!!

* You have stretch marks? Nice! He likes tiger stripes!

* Bo doesn’t say words much to show how he feels, but he try’s his damn best- “Darlin’ I’ll love you, no matter how you feel about yourself.”

* Lots…. I mean… lots of hickeys.

* Your both pretty warm natured,, so summer cuddles are usually a no go- rip.

Lester Sinclair

* Type of mf to squish your cheeks

* “Sorry honey, you just look so cute!”

* Another chubby chaser!

* Pick him up and cuddle him- we know this man is a stick, and couldn’t even pick up one of his brothers if he tried-

* Thigh appreciator, amen.

* Will glow in pride with you by his side!

* Will fight a hoe if they make any comment towards you what so ever-

* Hopes you’d do the same!

* “LOOK AT MY PARTNER!” Lookin ass

* Shows you off, knows he scored big!

* Lots of kisses, all over your body, won’t stop- seriously, you think you have marks on your forehead from him.

* Secretly wants you to crush his head between your thighs… don’t tell anyone.

Vincent Sinclair

* Yet again, like his brothers- a chubby chaser.

* Yes, he draws you a lot, obviously- he thinks your fucking stunning!

* Will ask for you to pose for him, if your comfortable with that of course. If your not good at staying still? Don’t worry! He has a camera!

* Squeezes you- a lot, but he’s gentle-

* Loves how warm you are! His hands are normally cold, he enjoys when you hold them :)

* Will cry if you call him beautiful-

* Literally a whore for your attention, pay attention to him- please- he’ll do anything!

* Likes to touch and feel you a lot, it isn’t inherently sexual? But if that’s what it turns into…

* Makes you little trinkets to carry :)

* Will blush r e d if you play with his hair in anyway

* “I will cherish you will all my heart, Love.”

* Please- please- call him a pretty boy- he will d i e.

Thomas Hewitt

* Enamored. Loves you a normal amount… totally.

* Thomas, as a chubby person himself- actually appreciates the chub more on you then himself!

* Caresses you a lot, just likes physical touch- just being near him makes him happy.

* Likes the way your stretch marks feel under his fingers- odd fixation- but still.

* Not the best at showing how he feels- he just holds you and hopes you get the message-

* Actually will pummel Hoyt if he ever makes any derogatory comment towards you.

* Doesn’t let you near the ‘visitors’ very much, he deems them as a threat to your safety.

* The family likes you, your cool 👍

* Give this man a massage, he’s very tense all the time… he will greatly appreciate it!

* Not a PDA person, but in private- he’s all over you.

* Likes to play with your hair, no matter the texture, it’s you, and he likes that.

* Doesn’t say much, but when he does, he means it. “I Love You.”

Bubba Sawyer

* You??? Love him??? It still surprises him everyday!

* Dotes and fusses over you a lot, very worried about you- for no real reason- he just wants you safe and happy.

* Your bigger like him!!! Now he won’t crush you! :D

* like Thomas, he likes to caress and touch you a lot, he will mumble incoherent things to you, in hopes you get what he’s trying to say.

* Squeals at you a lot, thinks your the most beautiful thing ever, won’t let his brothers even THINK of being mean to you.

* Has actually hit Drayton over the head for an out of pocket comment.

* Kiss him, anywhere, he’ll be so happy!

* Tried to make you a mask at one point- realized you probably won’t like another persons skin on your face- so he used fabric.

* Will cuddle with you no matter the weather- freezing? Holding his arms open. 100+ degrees? Shut up and cuddle, you can sweat it out.

* Likes to sleep with you on top of him, like a weighted blanket.

* Very hyperactive! Wants to do everything with you!

* Excited when you want to do anything with him! Wether it be something like cleaning the house or something like taking a shower together!

This layout sucks- I apologize lmao

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theunburntsblog · 11 months

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Hey mate!

How bout a poly Billy & Stu x male reader who they tease and call a pet?

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"IT'S ALL IN GOOD FUN."

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MALEREADER!: he/him pronouns used NO graphic depiction of reader. Poly relationship between Billy, Stu, and Reader.

A/n: I'm so sorry this is quite late. I've been going through a lot of things! Hope this will make it up to you : 3 mind you, this might be occ I'm very rusty atm.

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You and your partners gather around into the living room of Stu's house. Sitting down onto the floor, drinking some beer while playing Uno.

Stu looks at the cards he has before placing down a draw four against Billy as he chuckles softly. "Hmm, let's see here. I guess I'll change it to.. green, " Stu said teasingly poking his tongue out at Billy, who scoffs and rolls his eyes in annoyance.

Billy takes his turn, placing down another draw 4 card before looking up at you and smirking and declaring uno. "Uno, I believe it's your turn, isn't it, pet?" He tilts his head to the side, teasing you. You sternly look at him, "I'm no pet, you're not gonna win so easily." You start to pick up 8 more cards as Stu holds in a laugh and fails miserably. "What's so funny!" You exclaim, furrowing your brows in annoyance. Stu shrugs, smiling widely with his teeth. "It's just funny to see your confidence. Let's be honest, babe, you don't have much chance to beat us for one. Secondly, you're more like a puppy, ya know? Those big doe eyes just scream it"

Billy looks amused at Stu's answer, nodding along. "I will have to admit, you're loyal and have a big heart it's cute. You're definitely a pet. There's no doubt about it."

You set your cards face down before stealing a sip of Billy's beer, then crossing your arms. "You're full of yourself. You both are." Stu coos, sitting his cards down as he moves closer to you, pulling you into a hug "awww he's tryna act all big, sweet boy." You giggle, gently pushing him away, but Stu just showers you more affection while Billy just smirks and admires his two lovers.

He shakes his head at both of you. "Don't try and hide it. You know we're right. " You accept Stu's love, shaking him off as the room fills with soft laughter. Stu reaches over and starts tickling you, which makes you yelp and move around to get out of his grasp, yelling out for Billy to help you. "Billy! Get him off me! Help!" You frail around. Billy goes to you, and you assume to pull Stu off, but he joins into the antics.

You roll around onto the floor as your boyfriends continue to tickle and tease you. Rambling about how cute you look all flustered while you can't really make out what they're saying because they're just speaking over each other as you giggle relentlessly.

After a few moments, they stop tickling and teasing you. You managed to finish the match of Uno, and you also ended up winning, which made Billy and Stu bicker like children because they didn't win. You all cramp onto the couch, cuddling as limbs interlinked while watching a cheesy movie to poke fun at.

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loveandmurders · 2 years

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Thomas Hewitt finding you too cute to kill you headcanons

Hello everyone! I know I have some requests to work on (some are almost ready, so stay tune) but I couldn’t resist the urge to post this little idea I had for Tommy (Texas Chainsaw Massacre).

Basically, your soft, gentle and cute nature makes it impossible for him to kill you and he decides to protect you from his family!

Hope you’ll enjoy <3 Oh and friendly remember that my requests are open and I write for all the slashers!

Gender neutral reader (Hoyt calls you a “bitch”, and Luda Mea “Sweet pea”, but for me it has no gender), no physical description.

Warnings : Hoyt, murders, car crash, blood, pain, deaths, mention of cannibalism, one or two strong words, a bit of angst I guess

Thomas instantly noticed you at the gas station.

You were among a group of five people, but your soft, bubbly and funny personality caught his eyes right away.

You were joking around with your friends, taking photos and being touchy with the people you liked the most.

You were a true ray of sunshine and he had to admit he did wonder what it would be to have someone like you in his existence.

It would be so nice to have someone who would enjoy hugging and kissing him, someone who would have a bright smile on their face pretty much all the time, someone who would make his life better just by being there.

As you entered the store of the gas station to grab some snacks, you noticed his stares.

But unlike everyone else, you didn’t frown, or stare back with anger, disgust or annoyance.

No, you actually smiled at him and gently waved.

You leaned towards one of your friends as your eyes stayed on him.

He looked down, thinking that despite your gorgeous smile and your friendly demeanour, you were going to make fun of him with your friends. And despite how hurtful he thought your words would be, he decided to listen to what you were going to say.

You were whispering so he didn’t get all of it but he definitely heard: “cute giant” and “wouldn’t mind having him as my teddy bear”. Your friend answered something about his mask and you shook your head and answered something like “mysterious is hot”.

He was carrying big boxes of meat for his family, but at those words, he almost dropped one. He wasn’t used to being positively considered, even by most of his family.

He sent you another look.

You were the right amount of cuteness he needed in his life, but he didn’t believe he deserved someone like you.

He was a monster and you were a little sunshine. He belonged to his basement and he couldn’t imagine you living somewhere so filthy.

He hoped Hoyt wouldn’t ask him to kill your group. He really didn’t want to hurt you. He wanted to stay a “cute giant” for once. It would be nice if someone could see him as something else than a killer. And you didn’t seem to mind his mask either, which was nice.

He found himself daydreaming about another life, a life with you and your smile.

When he saw Hoyt’s sheriff car approaching, he tried to get back to reality.

He couldn't have that kind of thoughts about a stranger, no matter how adorable they were. He needed to focus back on work.

He still hoped nothing bad would happen to you. There was enough darkness in the world already, there was no need to kill the light that still remained.

He watched you go with your friends.

He saw you had a moment of hesitation before climbing back into the car. You watched him while biting your lips.

Two of your friends were giggling behind you and they eventually pushed you out of the car.

You nodded to yourself and decided to be brave as you walked toward him.

He had no idea what to do, so he simply stayed where he was and he prayed to God for Hoyt to stay out of this.

“Hi,” you said with a bright smile. He softly groaned in answer and waited for you to continue.

No one ever came to talk to him before, and he was feeling all shy and not pretty enough for you.

“I’m sorry to bother you… and I never go talk to people like that, I promise” you giggled as you looked up at him.

He was so freaking tall and you enjoyed the size difference a little too much for your own good.

“I was wondering if maybe you’d like to do something with me someday soon? We’re new in town with my friends. We are a group of young journalists and we have decided to investigate on the murders around here” you explained “but anyways, I’ll stick around for a while and… and you’re… someone I’d like to know more of” you tried to find your words. You didn’t want to sound too insisting or to make him feel uncomfortable.

The truth was he was 100% your style and if he even would just want to have sex with you, you would jump into his bed without an ounce of hesitation.

“Sorry, kid, but the guy ain’t talkin’” said a heavy accented voice behind you and you slightly turned around to discover the sheriff standing a few steps away from you, watching the scene with mean amusement.

“Oh, sorry about that” you looked back at the giant and you gave him another gentle smile “I probably talk enough for two anyways” you joked and it actually put Thomas at ease even though he couldn’t fully relax with Hoyt around you.

“So you would like…?” you were about to ask in a more direct way your offer to spend some time together but Hoyt put a hand on your shoulder to cut you off.

You couldn't stop yourself from having a gesture of rejection.

You were touchy and cuddly with the people you loved, but you didn’t like when weird old men were touching you.

Thomas put the boxes on the ground, and he grabbed Hoyt’s hand to remove it from you. He couldn’t stand the idea of this corrupted and evil man putting a hand on your perfect and pure person.

You blushed at the attention and you felt like you could be very safe with a man like your cute giant.

“So ya said ya were a journalist, huh?” Hoyt asked and you nodded, quite unhappy about how things were going. “Well ain’t likin’ little shits goin’ ‘round my town. So if I was ya, I’d leave right away” Hoyt tried to frighten you.

In reality, he wasn’t going to let you and your friends go, you were fresh meat to him.

“Oh yeah? Well that's a pity we already bought the house we’re going to stay in. But don’t worry, I’ll be very happy to write a paper about you” you said, because no one intimidated you in your whole life.

Thomas watched you with bright widening eyes. He had never seen anyone speaking to Hoyt like that before.

He felt the anger rising inside of his uncle, so he gently pushed the sheriff away from you.

Hoyt was quite taken aback by Thomas’ actions and he sent him a look meaning ‘you won’t protect them for long, soon you’ll have to end them and I’ll have a lot of pleasure watching this happening’.

“Thank you, big guy. Hope to see you around soon” you told your cute giant with another smile and you left.

Thomas watched you go with a heavy heart. If Hoyt hadn’t arrived, he could have hoped for a walk with you or something.

Once you were gone with your friends, Hoyt started to yell at him, but Thomas didn't care.

Your kindness made his day.

But of course Hoyt wasn’t going to let you investigate around, and of course he couldn't stand what happened between you and him, so in the evening, he had already provoked a car accident.

You and your friends were in a car upside down, hurt and half unconscious.

You wondered what happened when your eyes fluttered open and your first instinct was to get out of the car. You crawled through a shattered window but heavy boots walked to you before pressing you against the ground.

You whined in pain at the pressure of a boot on your back and you barely had the strength to look up. It was Hoyt.

“What kind of sherriff are you?” you mumbled and he let out a very sinister laugh.

You looked back at the car and that was when you noticed some of your friends were seriously hurt, just like you, and others were dead.

You remembered the gunshot and you understood Hoyt had aimed at one of your tires.

“Asshole” you murmured and he stopped laughing. He grabbed you by the arm to force you to stand up.

“Ya’ll suffer so prettily, bitch” he spat into your face.

He threw you on the ground and you fell in front of another pair of legs. You tried to look up but you collapsed.

You heard someone screaming orders at someone else, something about getting the bodies out of the car. You also felt someone carrying you as gently as possible. And then darkness.

When you opened your eyes again, there was an old woman softly taking care of your wounds.

You were laid down on a couch and she was sitting next to you. When she noticed you were awakening, she smiled down at you.

You tried to move but she shushed you and forced you to stay put.

“‘S fine, sweet pea, ‘s fine. Ya need some rest” she whispered to you.

You looked around and wondered where you were and why you weren’t already dead or in some kind of torture chamber.

“The sheriff…” you started and she sighed.

“I’m sorry ‘bout my son’s manners.” she said and you looked at her with pure horror. You were in the devil’s lair.

“My friends…” you whispered again.

“I’m sorry for them, sweet pea.” she replied and you started to silently cry.

“Don’t cry, it’d upset Tommy” she said as she pressed a handkerchief on your face so it wouldn’t be stained by your tears.

“Tommy?” you asked and she nodded and smiled.

“He said you’ve been very kind to him” she said “thank ya for that” she added and you understood she was talking about the “cute” giant.

As if he had heard his name - which he probably had - he appeared in the room. He didn’t dare to look at you but he subtly checked on you.

The woman stood up and left the two of you alone.

Thomas was feeling too ashamed and upset about the situation because he knew he could have hoped for something better, and he was about to leave as well but you softly whispered his name and he turned back to you in surprise.

You weren’t going to die here, you promised yourself and you hoped your giant would help you.

“Don’t let him hurt me, please” you said as you reached for Thomas’ hand.

He was so unused to being touched, that he didn’t react at first. But soon enough he was kneeling in front of you and keeping your hand in his.

He thought of all the blood his hands were usually drawing out of people, so it was pleasant to use them in a gentle manner… Even if he still believed he didn’t deserve to be so close to an angel like you.

Thomas had never been treated that way before, and he was falling in love very fast and very hard with you.

He nodded. Of course he wasn’t going to let anything happen to the only person who smiled at him the way you did earlier.

You faintly smiled this time and you didn’t know if you could push your luck.

“Would you let me go?” you asked him and you instantly saw the conflict and the pain flashing into his pretty brown eyes. Your instinct of survival thought of something else.

“I mean, you could hide me somewhere? You must know an abandoned place around. I’m too weak to run away from you anyways” you tried to smoothly talk to him. “I’m sure you would take a great care of me” you continued and it was working a lot more than you thought.

The man loved the idea of having you all to himself and being able to take care of you.

He finally nodded and your eyes lit up. He loved the look of that as well.

He sent a quick glance at the clock and he knew he didn’t have much time to get you out of the house. He knew Hoyt was going to be very angry at him, but it was totally worth it.

He scooped you up into his arms and you cuddled closer, feeling safe against him, no matter how precarious your situation was.

Thomas’ heart was melting.

He very carefully got you out of the house from the back door and walked with assurance into the garden, before moving through a little alley on the left.

You were now hidden behind trees, cars and little cabins.

You had no idea where you were going, but something inside of you trusted Thomas.

You soon enough arrived in front of an abandoned house. The inside was a mess, but when Thomas climbed downstairs, into the basement, you discovered a nice little place, quite dusty and with old child drawings laying on the ground.

You understood that it probably was his secret haven when he was a child.

“You aren’t going to kill me because I asked you out?” you finally wondered out and Thomas didn’t look at you. He was madly blushing under his mask. He simply nodded.

You softly pressed a kiss on his chin, on both his mask and skin, and he blushed even more if that was possible.

You were definitely too cute to die.

And he was definitely too in love with you to let you go.

PART II

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trashx100000 · 2 years

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MY FRIEND KURT

a miserable attempt at writing 101

IDK if this is any good, this is my first attempt at writing anything down what I'm thinking :'')

Getting a ride, the passenger tells him they recognize him from his channel (but only his older stuff). stopped watching for a while cus of work, school and private stress

passenger majors in graphic design and Communication and Media Studies

wanted to get a Spree ride to an arts supply store

start talking about merchandise, websites, social media and social media marketing

offering to help him design his merch

almost grabbing a bottle of water, kurt abruptly stopping the car (a bird flew too close to the windshield or the sun being in his eyes), telling them it’s probably old and to just put it back, awkwardly laughing and continuing driving

kurt asks them if they could follow his account, so they can dm

snorting, telling him they already follow him, but they send a quick message so that he appears at the top of their dm list and to not forget

“cool, cool, that’s cool”

kurt wanting to stream their art haul but having to actually work

sighing miserably, damn it, here goes a perfect vlog moment

“Maybe we could do another one together sometime?”

“Like an actual vlog, man? Awesome! I could toootally get views from all the artsy folk!”

Delivering them to where they actually wanted to go without a scratch

giddy ranting and saying goodbye for almost ten minutes

texting them nonstop after work, giggling and kicking his feet in his dirty, smelly bed

"IT'S NOTHING MOOOOOM STAY OUTTA MY ROOOOOM DON'T RUIN MY TOTAL GIRLBOSS MOMENT!!! my bestest friend is gonna think i'm a total doofus" >:(

#spree 2020 #slasher x reader #gn reader #slasher x gn reader #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x gn!reader #fic idea #kurt kunkle fic #fluff #reader is gender neutral #reader is referred as the passenger #idk man this is horrendous #but also ... i like #i'm 19 year old and i have no idea of any sort of social-media lingo it's pathetic #or any kind of metaphors #i am losing

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hooman4ever · 1 year

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Bo x GN Reader “Leaving Tonight”

I was bored while working on some HCs so have this very short angst.

“I’m leaving tonight.”

Rain shook the windows. Thunder shaking the home of the Sinclairs.

“I’ll be gone in the morning.”

Darkness filled Bo’s room, his hands tangled together elbows resting on his knees. A clock ticking filled the darkness, each tick making Bo’s heart speed up. His worried eyes flickered across the empty dresser drawers lining the floor of his room.

You were gone.

Gone…

Angry Bo shouted his screams of anger shaking the home. Tears streamed down his face as his voice broke, anger being replaced by grief without his permission.

“Why should I care? I think we know ya will be crawling back home long before that sun rises.”

He had rolled over that night ignoring the fading footsteps and sobs as you fled from him.

Shoulda stopped em. He thought over and over his tears staining the sheets below him.

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slasherbish · 1 year

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A cold night (Art the clown x GN reader)

warnings: blood, gore, art being art

Art had a fun filled night of torturing and killing people. The cold air was crisp and had the tang of iron in it. Just how he liked it. After a while of playing with the bodies and having a good silent laugh, Art decided to pull out the small pocket watch that a special someone had gotten him last Halloween. He looked at the time and frowned slightly. It was well past 2 am, the clown hadn’t meant to stay out that late and knew that his darling would be worried, and dinner would be cold. Their cooking was always pleasant after a long night of ghoulish fun.

Tossing his tools of terror into his large black garbage bag he walked to the nearest exit. Waving goodbye to the dead bodies strewn about the room, Art tried to open the door. The monochrome clown frowned as it only opened a few inches before making a thud and stopping. It refused to open any further, at this point he decided to look down. There, at the foot of the door was the head of a victim still attached to it’s body. He rolled his eyes and silently huffed, kicking the limp body out of the way harshly. It angered him slightly that even in death the human was being a pain in his ass.

Meanwhile at the small house Art shared with his other half something terrible was happening. A knock was heard at the back door, (y/n) ran to the door excitedly hoping for it to be their favorite clown. Upon opening the door they saw no one. They raised a curious brow thinking that Art must be playing one of his pranks. “Art come on, it's too late and cold for pranks” They whined, stepping out onto the back patio, their bare feet uncomfortable from the icy cold ground. Shivering the person looked around, every second that passed filled them with more and more unease. Art wouldn’t have waited this long to pounce. Something wasn’t right.

“Well well well good lookin’ “ A deep voice said from behind. Art’s favorite human spun around and started to scream. That blood curdling scream was cut off by the man stabbing them in the stomach. (Y/n) looked down at the sharp object lodged in their abdomen and then up at their assailant. The creep smiled a devilish smile at the pain he had inflicted. “You fucked up” Is all (y/n) sputtered out before dashing into the house. Knowing it was a horrible idea they took the knife from their abdomen and slashed at the man that was now giving chase. The knife slipped from their hand due to the amount of blood on the handle. The creep chuckled thinking that he had the upper hand. Art’s partner in crime grabbed at the counter they were leaning against and swung whatever they picked up. It was a meat tenderizer and it made contact with the intruder's head. There was a sickening thud and then “son of a bitch” before the man turned to run, it had freaked him out. His victim should’ve been dead by now, the strength of that hit wasn’t normal. This person wasn’t worth the literal headache. (Y/n)slumped to the floor, holding their wound as their vision started to go dark. ‘Art where are you’ was their last thought before the world went black.

Back with Art on his way home. He was smiling and walked at a leisurely pace. He wanted to get home but he was also feeling almost euphoric after the night he had. ‘Nothing can ruin this night’ He thought. The killer couldn’t wait to get home and tell his significant other every gory detail of the night. He had decided to take a small detour in order to scare the shit out of young kids. He tapped on at least four kids' windows to wake them before popping up and then silently laughing at the terrified kids' faces. He loved watching people be scared of him, except his (y/n) of course.

Finally he could see the house. It didn’t surprise him that the light in the kitchen window was on. (Y/n) often left it on for him, it was a sweet little gesture that showed him they cared. He unlocked the shed that sit on the side of the house and put away his tools and garbage bag. Arts human had given him the shed to use for any “projects” he had and to store his torture tools. Humming silently he locked the shed door and skipped to the back door. He stopped in his tracks, the clowns blood ran cold upon seeing a bloody trail into their home. No smile could be found on the usually jovial clown's face. Art ran into the house following the trail until it stopped. There on the cold floor in front of him was a deep crimson puddle of blood, and in the middle of it sat the limp body of (y/n). For the first time he was scared, his jaw fell open in shock. Were they dead? He thought, kneeling down to his lovers body. ‘No they’re breathing. Not dead’ ran through his head as he looked at their chest.

The clown didn’t know much about medical stuff but he had watched his human tend to wounds on him many times. After some time he had cleaned, stitched, and wrapped every wound. His pale hand held theirs hoping beyond hope that they would open their eyes. What he wouldn’t give to see those (e/c) eyes look up at him once more. His blood was both boiling due to whoever dared hurt his partner but also felt like ice at the fear of losing the one person that accepted him as he was.

(e/c) eyes fluttered open, the first thing they saw was a frowning clown deep in thought. “Hey there killer” they had croaked out. The smile that appeared on the clowns face was the largest he’d ever smiled. He dragged (y/n) into a bear hug only letting go when they squeaked in pain. “He got away. I’m sorry but I did hit him in the head with the mallet.”

His eyes widened a little hoping for more information. “There’s blood on it.” (y/n) said knowing he could track the intruder with that. He gave a look that said ‘Can I go after them’ and of course they replied with a smile and “Go have fun. I’ll be okay now” with that Art had grabbed the mallet and sprinted out the door. He was going to make the man pay in unimaginable ways.

It didn’t take long for the black and white clown to hunt down his target. He stood smiling at the large man. The creep spit on the ground rubbing his aching head. “What the fuck you lookin at clown bitch?” He yelled. Art held up the mallet with the targets blood on it. He laughed, “Was that your kill? Too fuckin bad” That made the clowns face contort into a snarl. “Oh that was your bitch! Ha what a lousy bitch.” That was the wrong thing to say. Before the man had time to say oops the killer clown had broken his knees with the mallet. Silently Art laughed at the look of shock and pain on the monsters face. He continued to fit and kick the man over and over for at least an hour until the man was nothing but a bloody pulp. Art doubted that anyone could identify the man who hurt his partner without a DNA match.

Art made his way home again, this time his smile would stay. He carried (y/n) up to their shared room and tucked them into bed. They smiled and chuckled at Art pantomiming his way through what he had done that night. (Y/n) loved watching the clown tell them about his day. The pain had dulled with the help of hospital grade painkillers that they had stolen a while back. Once Art had told them everything, he went to shower and change into a footed onesie that (y/n) had custom made to look a lot like his clown suit. He hopped into bed and held his human. He had a twinge of fear in the pit of his stomach that something like this could happen again. They noticed the small look of fear that had crept into his eyes. “Hey it’s okay. I’ll be more cautious next time. Maybe we could come up with a special knock” They reassured him. His eyes calmed and he snuggled closer if possible. “I love you Art” (y/n) said before the two drifted off to sleep.

Post credit scene lol

Art did not clean up any blood in the house. That clown left it all for you to clean up once you could. When you did finally make your way down a few days later you groaned loudly at the mess. Art smiled at you sheepishly.

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slasherlouvre · 2 years

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This is yet again the lingerie + thigh highs anon to sheepishly provide some spicy sweetness.

But like, thigh highs make me a little, internally unhinged. Just picturing a guy all shy, a little small smile on his face as you trace the junction that's between the thigh and the sock. Fingers slightly sliding inside them and softly pulling, making them snap against his thigh. He gasps, startled and you can't help but gush about him, telling him how pretty and dolled up he's for you. Peppering his face with small kisses and touches.

Feel free to picture Vincent in here.

Well, hello again!!~

We're gonna turn that sheepishness into unapologetic LUSTING, don't you worry, anon 😤 ! ! !

Honestly, I can't decide whether I want Vincent or Lester more like this & my thoughts kind of ran away from me, so uh,,- *ⁿˢᶠʷ/ᵗ⁻ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ⁻ᵗʰᵉ⁻ᶜᵘᵗ*

Trying out Lingerie with Vincent & Les 🥴

Vincent honestly looks unfairly good in everything, but: the garter belt-thigh high combo?? *passes out*

- This man is so alluringly beautiful even with his hair greasy, and his usual comfortable, baggy clothes covered in dried wax.

- So having him present himself to you in nothing but a pair of tight thigh highs, lacy underwear, and a garter belt to strap it all together?? You're going to have to make doubly sure you didn't just die and ascend.

- He's a little self conscious and unsure about it all at first, but seeing you look at him with an awestruck expression, like perfection- like art. Yeah, he's never getting over that.

- Lots of foreplay with this particular lingerie style.

- The delicate lace patterns accenting his skin, the straps gripping his wide hips and toned waist tightly, the thigh highs highlighting his obvious strength, and the underwear showing off his thick bulge.

- To not worship him until he becomes like melted wax in your adoring hands would be an unforgivable sin.

- He's tense at first; letting you sit him down on the edge of the bed as you kneel in front of him and run your hands against his thighs. Your thumbs making soothing circular motions as you get comfortable between his strong legs.

- His skin is burning and his heart is racing when you languidly begin to press your lips against his exposed skin and the lingerie offering him to you so lovelily.

- His hands desperately tighten around the sheets under him; hoarse groans uncontrollably spilling from what's left of his vocal cords as you declare the extent of your adoration for him in between devout, wet kisses.

- And as overwhelming as it is to feel you grope and kiss him over the taut lingerie now straining against his fully throbbing erection, unhooking the garter belt, and teasingly snapping the top of the thigh highs has him instantly hissing and keening as he unexpectedly releases.

- He's SO ashamed about making a mess with the lingerie still on, that you easily overpower him; feverishly slipping your tongue in his mouth, and flattening him against the mattress to torturously grind against him.

- He barely registers when your hands run down to blindly fumble with the rest of the enticing fabric; still too lightheaded from his initial orgasm until another powerful spike of arousal courses through him when you align him with your entrance and take him into you as far as he'll go.

- Please have mercy on his poor heart after it all! Ease him down from such an intense high by running your hands through his hair; massaging his scalp, and gratefully kissing his forehead until you both fall asleep in each other's arms.

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Ok, ok, hear me out. For Lester: G strings

- Your sweetheart of a roadkill driver is SO embarrassed; flushed completely red in the face, ears, and neck.

- He places his hands over his face; covering up his unfairly cute expression, while keeping his eyes on you from in between his fingers.

- His back is against the bed's headboard, and his legs are partially pulled up in a bashful manner at the new way he exposes himself to you.

- Eventually, you'll be able to get him to try on more styles for you. He'll definitely look sexy in thigh highs, but for now you take it slow; wanting to ease him into something simple like underwear first.

- He's not entirely sure he'd call these underwear considering how little they actually cover,,,

- Especially with his sensitive erection now straining against the thin lacy fabric and threatening to slip out all on its own

- How is this so much more embarrassing than being completely naked for you??

- His breath hitches when you crawl over to him; gently spreading his knees to completely drink him in. The G string bands look incredible on his hips, and he endearingly shies under your intense admiration.

- He doesn't even realize he's holding his breath when you begin to delicately trace them until you slip a finger underneath one and let it slap against his skin, earning you a startled moan.

- He inevitably cums early with the G string still on with how quickly you're able to overstimulate him with the unfamiliar arousal rooted in his shyness.

- Cumming early makes him even more embarrassed, but he gives you those pretty, needy whines of his when you begin to affectionately nip and suck at his neck to reassure him he doesn't need to hold back.

- There's all the time in the world to indulge in each other, after all.

- If you really, want to have this man a trembling, ruined mess for you- pull the front of the G string to the side, and ride him without taking it off.

- His choked up moans quickly turn into full on cries of pleasure as tears begin to form in his eyes and he writhes beneath you; his hands unable to decide whether to grab at your hips, or hide his now tear-stained face.

- He'll never be able to admit it out loud, but PLEASE tell him how pretty, handsome, and sexy he is!! He's WEAK for your praise, and he more than deserves it!!

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donovan-writes · 1 year

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There’s not enough asa emory fanfics and I’m thinking I need to fix that wink wonk

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brwnicons · 2 years

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Heyo ^^ could you do Jason, Brahms and Michael x M! reader who has Slavic parents and therefore has Slavic traditions like for example: in Slovakia, it's a tradition to pour water on women cuz it's supposed to make them more healthy and beautiful

Or Slashers seeing their s/o wearing a traditional clothing from that country where they were born(you can add other Slashers if you want to :D)

☆ HI I'M BACK I don't write for Michael yet but I hope you like these anyway! Sorfy for the delay, burnout blah blah blah. Enjoy! ☆

Slashers x Slavic!Reader

-> Summary: Reader's gender not specified, headcanons / scenarios, Platonic Relationship or Romantic Relationship. [though-I-added-the-water-part-and-you-said it-was-done-to-women-and-that's-not-very-gender-neutral-but-I-didn't-give-it-much importance-sorry]

-> Includes: Jason and Brahms (separately)

-> Triggers: None that I can recall!

Please tell me if you see any mistake

Jason

- Those traditions make you happy so he is eager to know everything about them.

- He takes little notes about the details he fears to forget so he can remember them and maybe research about them!

- Probably would be confused and even scared about the pouring water tradition since, you know...Aquaphobia. But I'm sure with enough time, teaching and a slow approaching he would embrace that tradition too!

- please don't pour water on him though

- Now about the traditional clothing, he is ecstatic about the various traditional clothing, their meanings and their uses!

- I headcanon Jason as a sewing lover, and so he would love to make you some accessories for your native dressings, even if their just a simple little necklace.

Brahms

- The first time he saw you in one of those dressings, he couldn't stop watching every fold, colour and detail it had! He is so intrigued about your culture and how different it is from his that he doesn't even know what to start asking <3

- The walleded boy here is a bit reluctant about new things but you're the best company he could ever wish for and so he'll do his best to understand your traditions

- He sure has lots of fine clothing and elegant suits / dresses in that house to match with yours!

- You can also try to search together for accessories or jewelry to add to your traditional outfits

- Make sure to bring him some traditional tales books so you can read them outloud to him!

- Brahms loves to learn and has an amazing memory so he would love to listen to your explanations

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ghostly-clown · 2 years

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Hiii! I love your writing, and I just read your Headcannos if the slasher liked a guy.

I was wondering if you could do the same, but with someone who uses it/it's pronouns, and is Agender? Thank you so much. And if you're not comfortable using it/it's pronouns, you can use they/them.

And preferably with Jason, Michael, Brahms, and Thomas. (I'm not sure if you write for Tommy)

You're also more than welcome to add anyone else.

Have a great day/night <33

Vry cute idea that I am more than happy to write for <3

Includes:

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewett, Corry Cunningham, Bo Sinclair

Jason Voorhees

- He a little confused at first (he lives in the woods alone so...)

- Sees other people call you it or they and eventually is just like 'huh, guess that's what they are'

- It really dosnt bother him though, he just thinks it's interesting

- Dosnt talk so pronouns are easy

- He kind of likes the idea of not really falling under a specific label and just seeing you being a person

- Very sweet with u, not much would change from a normal relationship

Michael Myers

- he gets called 'it' alot so he's a little surprised that someone would choose to be called that

- This will also make him the shalsher who understands how you feel the most in terms of not really being a man or a woman

- He would do his regular stalking thing, he dosnt know how to people very well

- Only after a while will he realise he's stalking you cause he's got a crush

- I think he would also feel like you understand him more by using it/it's pronouns

- Loves you vry much and would Slaughter anyone to miss gender you >:(

Brahms Heelshire

- Learnt you use non-binary pronouns when you jokingly told the doll

- He lives in the walls so like Jason he dosnt know that people can identify as something other than man or women

- His curiosity is peaked and that's what will eventually lead to catching feelings

- After coming out he will ask you alot of questions, none of them are ment to be rude he simply wants to understand

- In the end he would love u relentlessly as the touch starved bb he is

Thomas Hewitt

- He has a vague idea on non-binary people and it's only from what Hoyt has said

- Then he meets you and your so sweet and kind nothing like Hoyt said

- He would take you to his cellar but never dare hurt you

- He's just trying to keep you away from Hoyt, for obvious reasons

- He would be very sweet and to make up for the harsh meeting he's gonna do his best to comfort you as much as possible

Corry Cunningham

- Probably the only slasher to actuly know what they/them it/it's pronouns are

- And he complete respects all pronouns no matter the person

- He will however check with you constantly to make sure he is using the right pronouns

- His blood would BOIL if anyone used the wrong pronouns on purpose

- But that person won't be a problem for long and after hes done he'll try his best to comfort you

Bo Sinclair

- He's heard of people using other pronouns but he isn't well educated in it

- Unfortunately he will make many mistakes but as long as you point it out he'll fix it

- He just wants you to be happy so he'll actually do some re-search into what it means to be non-binary

- The more he learns the more his respect grows

- After that he's never made a mistake and is very proud of his genderless partner

I hope I did this ask justice!

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thrasher-slashers · 1 year

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i have a small headcanon since im shorty no kidding im 5'3 how the slasher will react to an s/o who the same height ?

Ooo first request let’s go!!!

I’m just gonna do my main boys if you don’t mind :>

Bo Sinclair

He teases you A L O T, thinks it’s cute

He may pick you up?

Like hoist you over his shoulder and walk around, he likes the height difference!

Kisses your forehead, yes.

“Darlin, your the size of a damn muskrat, and Yer talkin’ to me like that?”

Still will get mad at anyone else for commenting on your height, only he’s allowed to do that.

Vincent Sinclair

Not the one to pick you up, only if you want him to of course.

Unlike his twin, he doesn’t tease you that much!

He will bend down to kiss you on the lips, he just feels it’s more intimate…

Thinks it’s cute when you pull him down for a kiss or hug.

“My love, your as beautiful as they come.”

Also will get irritated if anyone comments on your height, maybe not as much at Bo, but he’ll still get mad.

Lester Sinclair

Your pocket sized!!!

Thinks your adorable -

There’s a chance he might try to pick you up- it’s mostly for hugs though, you ain’t that much shorter then him!

Definitely will tease you every now and then, but there’s no malice behind it! If you ask him to stop he will :)

“Sugar! Get down from there! You’re gonna get hurt!” You, climbing on the counters to get chips

Again, only he’s aloud to tease you about your height, will throw something at Bo if he says something.

Thomas Hewitt

Thinks your fake a first, you are… Itty bitty…

Very gentle with you, afraid he’s gonna break you! Of course, your not as fragile as he thinks you are ^^’

Definitely will pick you up for a hug

Doesn’t have a teasing bone in his body, will treat you like royalty!

*huffs at you climbing the counters to reach something* he doesn’t want you to fall and get hurt!

Pummels Hoyt if he says anything, doesn’t have to worry about his momma, she likes you! Glares at Monty if he shares his opinions on your height.

Bubba Sawyer

Lord have merthy, this man might suffocate you! With affection of course!

Forgets his own strength, and also forgets how small you are… what I’m saying is, cuddles need a safe word.

Forehead kisses!!!

Wont tease you, but sometimes it feels like he is :’)

He squeals everytime you try and get something up high! He can reach it for you, what are you doing???

Doesn’t really pick up on his brothers teasing you, but if it bothers you, he will do something about it! Can’t have his s/o feeling bad, can we?

Jason Voorhees

Oh my god. Smol.

He will pack you around, don’t even have to ask, your in his sight at all times, very protective.

Loves when you have to jump up to him to kiss him, he will commit even worse crimes then he already has to keep you safe.

Has moved everything in the cabin down a level so you don’t hurt yourself climbing… what a sweetheart!

Mumbles how lucky he is to have you when you cuddle, he doesn’t talk much, so he means what he says.

There isn’t really anyone around to tease you, however if he sees someone bothering you, he won’t hesitate bitch.

Michael Meyers

Another one who thinks your fake, you are… small.

Definitely picks you up once your close enough, surprised at how light you are.

Stole a ladder stool for you… look at him being nice!

Teases you in silence… will watch you from afar trying to reach something without helping… sometimes he just walks away… what a jerk.

Stalks you, so anyone who gives you trouble is on the news the next morning :)

Alright! There we go!! Ik these are shorter! But I enjoyed writing them!!! If there’s any other slashers you’d like to see lmk!!!

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slashersidewhore · 1 year

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Slashers! First meeting their S/O

Slashers! x gn!reader

Includes Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

Requested? Yes

Warnings: beefy murder boyfriends, fluffy shit, pre-relationship stuff, love at first sight, mentions of murder/gore/malicious intentions, violence

Michael Myers

It was Halloween night, dark eyes through holes in a white, cast of a mask staring through the second story window of an old, decrepit house

A young boy skipping by as in a blue, capped superhero, an older couple strolling on the opposite street, arm in arm minding their own in the breezy night

Eyes cast downward as the sharp ring of a doorbell shot through the old bones of the house, glint of a butchers knife tight in the grasp of the man know silently making his way through the upper hall

“Are we even supposed to be going in here?”

“Who cares, it’s tradition to check out the Myers mansion, relax”

“I don’t know, this feels wrong..”

Listening to what seemed to be two young adult, the shrill voice of one of them almost instantly striking the silent man with a headache

Michael watched from the shadows as the pair came into view, the louder of the two wearing her hair in tight pigtails, a cheerleader outfit splattered with what was obviously fake blood, a bad attempt at a murder victim

Ready to lumber from the darkness and strike down on the intruders, the man was struck to the spot he stood as you came into view, wearing another poorly, and clearly last minute, thrown on pirate costume

You were what he imagined when the perfect kill was dreamt, your face burned into his as your pictured screams of fear and pain died as did your fighting spirit, the knife once again tightened in his grip, knuckles turning a pale white, veins pulsing beneath taut skin

He wanted, no, needed to kill you

Even the thought alone send a bold chill of excitement through the otherwise lifeless body of his

“You know what would be so funny-“

The girl in pigtails spoke as she flipped around the corner, the voice shrinking in her throat quickly morphing in a scream of terror as she bumped into the large, awaiting body of the infamous Michael Myers

Although her scream was also short lived as a rough hand was immediately around her throat, lifting her from her feet and slamming her back into the adjacent wall breath knocked from her body at the impact

His other hand rose, moonlight catching the long, silver blade as it was plunged deep into her stomach, twisting, turning as her throat gave up on its scream, another shriek caused the killers head to twist like an owl

There you stood, frozen in place with hands partly covering your mouth, eyes wide, not shaking, not running, just watching as the man before you brutalized your friend

But as your eyes caught each others in the dimly lit hallway, Michaels grasp on the now corpse released, body hitting the floor with a dull thud he didnt bother to pull the knife from its placed nestled between dead flesh, not even glancing down at it

Your hands slowly fell from your face, still not shaking, but clearly stressed with sweat as you wiped your hands on the fabric covering your thighs

“I’m, sorry for breaking in”

Your voice was soft, careful but not disingenuous, Michael didn’t know how to react, unable to look away or even move

His head tilted to the left, mask bunching at the bottom, he turned on his heel and made his exit through the rickety wooden door leading to the backyard, leaving the body, knife, and you alone in the corridor

As his walk through the brisk night air flooded under the neck of his mask, the killer could feel his normally emotionless face scrunch with confusion

If hearing you scream in fear wasn’t what he thought he wanted from you, then what did he want from you?

He would have to investigate this sudden curiosity closely

Jason Voorhees

Jason was tirelessly indulging the day by sitting on the end of his cabins patio, watching the slow turn of various wild animals go by

There weren’t any campers to keep him busy, nor screams and boisterous laughter of teens trying to get their rocks off on the property, just the hum of June bugs and trees swaying beneath the gentle breeze of warm weather

That was until a shrill yelp drilled into Jason’s eardrums, bothered by the distraction from his day of calm, the man stood with shoulders squared, grabbing the awaiting machete perched against one of the patios wooden posts

Marching through the dense woods, his boots crushed leaves as he made he way to the noise from minutes earlier, hoping whoever it was was far gone

“Oh my god”

Of course they weren’t though, of course whoever this was decided to stupidly wander onto private property, clearly posted in writing on multiple trees and wire fences

Although Jason hesitated when he heard something he’d never had the pleasure of catching

“You poor thing, here I am breaking the law because of you”

Peeking from behind the thick trunk of a large oak, Jason was surprised to see a stranger kneeling in the dirt, fingers and palms cut up with minor wounds as they attempted to unwind a helpless rabbit that seemed to have gotten itself rolled in loose barbed wire

Not minding to worry about yourself, you winced as another barb caught your finger, slicing the thin flesh there as the rabbit was freed, trotting away without a care in the world

“Okay, now which way did I come in from?”

You wondered aloud, turning on your heel to go back the direction you think you came from, hoping in get back on the hiking trail you’d left behind

Jason merely watched with confusion, no malice or really any thought behind his eyes other than the urge to, protect you, from what he wasn’t sure

But he knew for certain, you weren’t someone he’d be able to forget

Thomas Hewitt

Let’s get one thing straight, Thomas doesn’t enjoy killing, him and his family was forced into it by Hoyt and his insatiable urge to feed and “care” for everyone

Most victims were easy to kill, treating him like a monster, screaming in his face curses and insults as they went out

Others he had a harder time with, the ones that just cry, plead with him for their life, promise they won’t tell the police if he lets them go

That being said, he’s never failed to kill, not once since he’s begun

That is until one summer day, when a knock at the door caught Luda Mae by surprise, wiping her wet hands on a dish towel and headed to the front door

Eyes narrowed, the older woman opened the door to reveal a young adult, you, standing there with a shy smile gracing your features, you held a pair of car keys in one hand, the other free to reach up and rub nervously at the back of your neck

“I’m sorry to bother you and, whoever else is home, but my car broke down a mile out, and I’m unable to reach anyone on my cell”

Luda Maes confusion turned to soft pity, a reserved grin taking over her lips as she moved to the left, a hand beckoning you in

“Well dear, there’s a phone in the kitchen, if you’d like I can call the towns auto shop while you wait in the living room”

Although still shaken from being practically dropped in the middle of nowhere Texas, you made your way graciously inside, thanking the woman with kind praise as you did so

Taking a seat on one of the two sofas available, your ankles crossed as you stared down at one of the keychains dangling from your car keys

You could hear the woman in the kitchen shuffling around, although you weren’t sure if you could hear anyone speaking to anyone on the phone

Curious, you slowly stood, palms sweaty as you now took a few steps from the living room, now able to hear Luda Mae speaking on the low to someone, then the sound of a corded phone clicking into its place on the wall

Heart slowing as you realized you were just being paranoid, you quickly turned on your heel to find your way back to the couch, although your trip was cut short by your feet crossing over one another, about to fall on your face when a two large hands steadied your shoulder

Gazing up, your breath caught in your throat at the absolute behemoth of a man now standing before you, a leather mask covering the bottom half of his face, thick brows furrowing as you simply continued to stare with wonder up at him

“Thank you”

Was all you could manage, voice catching as you realized your body was practically pressed up against his

“There you are dear, oh look I see you’ve met my youngest boy Tommy”

Luda Mae spoke as she entered the room, knowing look on her face as she coyly added fuel to the current fire

Pulling yourself up right and out of Thomas’ grasp, your hot face was focused on the older woman in hopes the man wouldn’t notice your sudden fluster

“Unfortunately our only truck is out with my other son, so I was thinking my boy here could be so kind as to walk you to the auto shop, you’ll be safe with him, promise”

You didn’t notice the way Thomas’ eyes followed you, too focused on thinking about being alone with a man as attractive as the one quietly standing beside you

“You’re not worried are you?”

Luda seemed to test you, but it went right over your head as you shook your head no

“He seems very reliable”

You smiled up at Thomas, unable to catch the skip in his chest as you did so

Luda Mae could only grin at the sight, ready to call up Hoyt and tell him to leave this stranger alone, as she could see a future blooming before her eyes

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wasn’t one to leave his studio unless absolutely necessary, and even in those cases he didn’t, it wasn’t pleasant for the man

Until Bo brought home a guest, someone shaking and blindfolded as he manhandled the poor soul, although the stranger wasn’t screaming nor fighting, it was as if they’d completely given up, or knew it wouldn’t help

Vincent watched silently as his brother forced you to the ground, your knees surely hurting as they made contact with the hard, concrete floor

“Do you know what happens to people that wander where they don’t belong?”

Bo questioned menacingly, although he had a playful glint in his eye Vincent had never seen before

Silently creeping up behind his twin, the long haired man narrowed his eyes as he scanned what he could see in the dim, candle lit room of your face

The obvious old, dried tears that had found their way down your cheeks were still shining, creating lines over your soft skin

You looked to be carved of marble, painted with delicate strokes and framed with care, you were a work of art, and he hadn’t even seen your eyes yet

Placing a deft hand on Bo’s shoulder, the two exchanged looks, the shorter haired twin groaning in annoyance, although that look from before was still in his eye

Right as he was turning to take his leave, he leaned closer to Vincent, whispering to him as he passed

“I took one glance and knew you’d like them, guess I was right”

Then he was gone, foot steps disappearing as he left up the basement stairway

Vincent cautiously walked closer to you, noticing how you flinched back a bit when he made a move to pull your blindfold up, doing it slowly as to not startle you

Your watery eyes fell on his masked face, brows furrowing slightly as you glanced around the room

Vincent’s mouth soured at the idea that you were looking for Bo, of course you would be, what new comer in town wasn’t, until

“Is that man from before gone?”

You’d whispered, and if your sweet voice didn’t send Vincent into a flutter of strange emotions, your next words at the nod of, “yes”, Vincent gave you did

“Good, he scares me”

He merely nodded, unsure of how to act

“Is he going to come back?”

Vincent shrugged

Your shifted so you were sitting, wincing at the ache in your legs, eyes nervous but no longer afraid, you looked to the silent man before you

“Will you, stay here if he comes back?”

Vincent had never been so quick to nod a, “yes”

Sorry I’ve been gone for so long, but I’m back now! I’m working on what is currently in my requests but feel free to send in more!

^ me returning after being inactive for 6 months

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cherryc1nnam0n · 1 year

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Separation anxiety | Brahms Heelshire x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Ever since Brahms revealed himself he can't stand being far from you, specifically, out of you...

Cw: Anxiety, separation anxiety, trust issues, abandonment issues, nsfw, smut, vaginal sex, self indulgence, mentions of pregnancy

From morning to night, Brahms had to be inside you, all day if it was possible

He had a huge sex drive, one that was almost insatiable and he needed you all the time, needed that tight pussy around his cock, he needed to be balls deep in you 24/7

It was the only way he felt close to you, like he belonged somewhere and that he was loved

So, whenever he had the chance, he would fit his cock inside you

For a man that's lived in walls for years, you didn't expect him to have such a huge and magnificent cock, it was huge, uncut and fat

Many mornings you woke up to him burying his dick inside you, making you moan and whine from just waking up "Brahms... It's too early" you would whine at him

But he would look into your eyes, pleading you "Please Y/n... I need it... I need to feel you, to be inside you..."

So he would fuck you until you whined and pushed him off, or he would sit inside you for as long as he wanted to, or until he eventually fucked you

It didn't matter where, when or how, he would enter you when he wanted

You could be in the kitchen, cooking lunch or washing dishes and he would yank your pants or pajamas down and fuck you right where you were

Reading a book in the living room, he would spread you open and fuck you while you read your book, like nothing was happening

In the shower he would just go in with you and fuck you against the wall

Brahms was insatiable and you knew it, so you got used to never wearing panties around him, just putting on some shorts or pajama bottoms and go about your day, waiting for when he would get a raging boner and would come looking for you to satiate his hunger

"One day you'll get me pregnant Brahmsy and we'll have to raise a baby..." You said mindlessly flipping through a book as he pounded into you from behind on your shared bed

He groaned into your ear, "That's my goal... That way you can't leave me... You'll never leave... You'll have to stay here forever, raising a baby with me..." He said in between heavy breaths and moans

"Mmmmm, who said I was leaving honey?"

He smiled under his mask, pounding you harder now

Eventually he did get you pregnant... What did you expect?

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"Nothing, just (Y/N)"

(Pyramid Head(s) x GN! Reader NSFW)

Minors do NOT interact!

Summary: wondering through abandoned semi-ruined places is great to hide and get lost, and in your case the latest happened. But don't worry! Because you were lucky enough to bump into your lover... Or not. Whoever, or whatever this is, it really looks like your monster, yet it's different at the same time... Huh, I wonder what will happen when these two do meet face to face... Huh, I wonder what verdict awaits you.

Warnings: non-con touches at first, brief mentions of nipple play, oral (Pyra receiving), references to double penetrations (but you can interpretate it differently since the reader is gender neutral).

Word Count: 3.9k

This idea popped up after I remembered that Pyramid Head has two different designs (one that appears in DBD and Silent Hill 2, and the other one from the movie and Silent Hill Homecoming, y'know where he has a more pointy helmet and exposed torso)

I usually describe the DBD/original version (though my dummy self been using gifs with the other design hashsha). But still, why don't we present our lil' (Y/N) the other one? 🤭

They’re lost. (Y/N) let out a long tired sigh as they keep walking through the long dark hallway of what appears to be a school.

They begin to regret their decision of going deeper, it probably would’ve been smarter to just chill in one of the classes until the ‘newcomers’ leave the area, buut… Uh, last time they hid in a room they ended up kidnapped by the group they tried to avoid so yeah… Not really a fan to repeat that experience.

The school was dead silent most of the time, apart from the sound of their footsteps or the occasional shuffle or hiss from a Creeper. For anyone new, this would be an unnerving place, but for (Y/N)? Oh they’re chilling with the peace n’ quiet around them. Sure, silence is not always associated with safety and there is always the possibility of something lurking in the dark and waiting for the perfect moment to attack. But in (Y/N)’s case it’s not possible, no creature is dumb enough to even get close to them, not to mention hurting. They can’t help but to chuckle to themselves, they’ve been in this place for quite a while, probably months, maybe even a year! Or two? And no matter how much time passed or will pass, they still can’t believe the fact that one of the most fearsome creatures of Silent Hill took them under his wing, keeping them safe and making them feel something more than just a piece of flesh to use or kill.

Sigh, they probably have the dumbest lovesick face they’ve ever made, like some teenager thinking about his crush, but can you really blame them? Who the hell wouldn’t get all giddy with a creature like Pyra? And speaking of him, they probably should find an exit faster before he gets tired of looking for them and just tanks his way through the building-.

Or maybe not, because the sound of metal scraping the old tiled floor of the school and the erratic heavy footsteps resonated from one of the hallways. Huh, each day they start to believe that they somehow summon Pyra just by thinking about him for long enough.

With a little smile (Y/N) makes their way towards the sounds, happy to have their lover back with them after him completing his hunt and punishment.

–”Hey big guy! Sorry for the trouble of having to look for me in here. Just wanted to avoid the incident from the last ti- ”–

(Y/N)’s voice died and they froze in place when they met the source of the sound. Yes, it was the known pyramid headed beast, but… It wasn’t their pyramid headed beast, it wasn’t Pyra.

The monster in front of them was different; his vest, which appeared to be stitched, was only covering everything below the waist, leaving the torso completely exposed. The helmet was different too, it was more… Pointy? The edges were sharper and the shape was more triangular and detailed with additional metallic pieces.

This other beast and (Y/N) remain completely still, staring at each other in heavy silence, the monster’s metallic breathing being the only audible thing. (Y/N) gulps nervously, both confused and afraid. What the… Who is this creature?! Why does it look almost like Pyra?! Is this another executioner? Wasn’t Pyra the only one? Are there more monsters like him? Then why did they never see it before?!

Their internal freak out paused then the other beast let out the familiar low metallic rumbling, which wasn’t as low and deep as the one Pyra emitted, but that fact didn’t make the sound any less intimidating, especially when the monster seemed to grip the handle of his large knife tighter.

–”W-Wrong executioner, m-my bad!”– you peep out before taking off running.

They sprint down the hallway, their adrenaline skyrocketing when they hear the known bulky footsteps and scraping noises behind them. They haven’t felt this much terror since being chased by Pyra himself. Sure the group of shady men was scary too but their demise was inevitable. In the case with Pyra… Well, if the executioner chooses you as his target, there is no chance to escape your fate, only delay it.

But- But this time it will be different, right? Their Pyra is still somewhere around, right? It’s unclear what they're hoping for, or what they want to happen when both beasts face each other. All (Y/N) knows is that the true safety has always been in Pyra’s arms, and they have no other option but to go there if they want to have the slimmest chance to survive this chase.

Despite trying to find the exit, it feel like they only get themselves deeper into the building, all hallways and rooms appear to get darker and more rotten, it's like they're decending deeper into hell, closer to their demise, further from their salvation...

But the light of hope was recandled when while turning a corner (Y/N) bumped face first into a firm and broad torso, which didn't even budge at the impact while they already had landed on the floor right on their butt. They rub their nose after the impact and shoot their gaze up, their heart almost jumping through their rib cage after recognizing the known pyramidal shape of the creature’s head, thinking that the beast chasing after them somehow outsmarted their panicked brain. But when the creature kneeled down they instantly relaxed as relief flushed through them, despite the monster’s large form menacingly towering over them and engulfing their smaller frame with its shadow.

–”Pyra!”– you exclaim both happy and relieved as you scramble right into his arms.

The monster instantly wrapped his large arms around (Y/N), his own body tensing up, as if feeling the distress of his human and knowing they’ve been chased by something, fact that clearly angered him. When the sounds of metal scraping the floor and slow heavy footsteps began to resonate from afar, (Y/N) tensed up even more.

–”Th-There it comes… It- That thing, it looks like you!”– you warn him as you grip his vest tighter.

Pyra remains still for a moment as the noises get closer. After a while, he slowly stands up to his full height, lifting (Y/N) with him and putting them back to their feet to then gently push them behind him. The mentioned person carefully peeks from behind his large form, both afraid but also curious to see if it’s really another creature like Pyra and it actually exists or they just officially went coconuts and somehow imagined it all. Their doubts were dissolved once the other creature appeared from around the corner, his pace slow and unhurried. The monster froze in place as he stared at them, Pyra froze too and stared back. The atmosphere suddenly turned… Weird, not tense and heavy as one would expect, just odd and bizarre.

Still, (Y/N) didn’t feel at ease at all. There is a reason humans fear the unknown, and that’s the main factor that keeps the mentioned person on high alert. They have absolutely no idea of what to expect to happen next, are these two about to fight? Will the other creature turn around and leave? Will it somehow change Pyra’s mind and he will kill them? Are they in danger? Should they run? Wait? Pray?

A breathless gasp escaped their lips when the other creature began to move, slowly making his way towards them two. What freaked and confused (Y/N) even more is the fact that Pyra doesn’t seem bothered by it at all, he remains still in his place with absolutely no intent to stop the other monster.

When the second beast got way too close for their liking, and Pyra was still doing nothing about it, (Y/N) let out a shaky breath out and stepped away from their lover to then begin to back away on their own.

–”No. N-No stop, that’s-...”– you swallow nervously as you shoot a pleading glance to your beast. –”Pyra…”–

But he doesn’t react to their pleas, he doesn’t even look at them… And when the other beast was right next to him is when he finally does move, slowly turning around, and just like the other executioner, he begins to slowly walk towards (Y/N) in the same menacing manner, not like they’re his lover, but another victim to punish…

This scene broke (Y/N)’s heart into numerous tiny pieces, is… Is that it? Is Pyra really going to just… Kill them here and now? After all this time they’ve been together he… He’s just going to throw all that away like it’s nothing? Like they are nothing?... Silly them, of course he will, he’s Pyramid Head, the executioner, an immortal and eternal being created to punish and kill. Who are they to him?... They are nothing, just a little meaningless human… Just (Y/N).

The moment their back collides with a wall, their survival instincts kick in. Even though deep down they knew that their fate is practically written on their forehead, their mind was focused on the most primal desire that a human can have in case of facing danger; run away.

And so they do, they obey their instincts. When they notice an opening between the other monster’s large body and a wall to squeeze through, they bold forward with no care in the world and miraculously dodging his arm that attempted to grab and stop them from escaping. They let out a breathless chuckle out of shock that they actually managed to dodge that by ducking, such a silly maneuver actually wor-.

Suddenly something gets a hold of the back of their shirt and yoinks them back, right against Pyra himself. He holds them tightly against his chest, one arm being more than enough to keep the panicked human in place despite all the desperate struggles to break free. (Y/N) is beyond terrified now, they feel Pyra’s arm tighten around them while the other one gets so close that he ends up pressing his body against their front. Now being basically sandwiched and completely immobile, (Y/N) is feeling like passing out at any second. In any other occasion they’d be so flustered and aroused by this, but now? Oh their poor mind is being flooded with terrible images of how the two executioners will end them, the newer thought worse than the previous one. They’re shivering like crazy, eyes shut tightly, waiting for the wave of pain to come as the monsters will begin to skin them alive…

But after nothing happening for a solid minute, (Y/N) gathers enough courage to finally open their eyes and see what’s going on and why these two beasts are not doing anything. The instant they peek up, the two monsters let out that famous amused rumble, which due to the closeness, made (Y/N)’s whole body vibrate, super weird (and kinda pleasant) feeling.

(Y/N) was about to yell in anger, thinking that these two are seeing their fear and pain of the betrayal as something funny, but such chance was lost the moment they began to feel big hands roam around their body, caressing and feeling every curve through their clothes. The gesture wasn’t aggressive or mocking, but affectionate and loving, just like Pyra’s actions towards them on a daily basis.

Now (Y/N) is confused and quite dumbfounded. Didn’t these two have the intention to murder them? Why is this other monster suddenly so docile? Are they truly safe? Wha-

A shiver ran through their body when the executioner in front of them managed to slip his hand under their shirt, tracing the rough yet warm skin of his bare palm through the softer skin of their abdomen and chest. They let out a surprised squeak when the hand reached higher and brushed against their nipple, the contact causing (Y/N)'s body to shiver, and it only got worse when the beast began to rub it as it let out an amused purr. Another whimper escaped their mouth when Pyra’s hand made its way through their inner thigh, squeezing and rubbing their flesh gently until it stopped right between their legs, his movements getting progressively bolder and suggestive with each little sound that left that pretty mouth of theirs. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as they realized what the two monsters are trying to initiate.

–”Wa-Wait no-! I- I’m- I’m n-not ready for th-this!”– you stammer nervously as you try to clumsily wiggle out their grasp, face already red and flustered. –”You- You two s-sto-!”–

They have no chance to even finish the sentence as something warm and wet suddenly entered their mouth, making contact with their own tongue, which suddenly turned the action into some very sloppy kiss. Their struggles also lead to nothing, both monsters only squeezed them tighter against each other, reducing (Y/N)’s mobility even more. This continues for a couple of seconds, until the "kiss" finally stops and (Y/N) is finally allowed to breathe again, their mouth completely wetted with their and Pyra’s saliva. As they pant like a dog, trying to recatch their breath, they feel Pyra’s hand travel up to their face and wrap his hand around their face, rubbing their cheek lovingly as his tongue playfully wiggles in front of them.

(Y/N) suddenly gasps shakily as they feel something hard being pressed against their front and back, and by the way both monsters growled, they knew exactly what it was and what’s about to happen.

They shouldn't want this, they should try to get away and put a stop to this, they really should… But it’s hard, it’s hard to think straight when their mind has been poisoned with their own arousal and lust. Their logic side is saying no, but their whole body and most of their mind is screaming yes.

As if reading their mind, both monsters made a pleased sound and the next thing they know is that their body was swung over Pyra’s shoulder and taken somewhere... But it didn’t mean they wouldn’t get completely blown up in a moment, and Pyra’s big hand squeezing their ass and thighs is a reminder of that. They’re then brought into one of the classrooms of the school and their body is placed on one of the tables, just like the little delicious treat they were.

From their spot, (Y/N) stares at the two beasts with half lidded eyes and lovesick gaze. It’s like being under some sort of spell whenever things get heated between them and Pyra, and now that there are two of them? Oh, it’s like being hypnotized to act like a slave of their own lustful desires.

The two monsters were kind enough to actually undress (Y/N) (instead of destroying their clothes). And now, fully exposed and being in all fours, they silently observes as both executioners position themselves. The other beast is right behind them, one hand placed on their hips and the other one pulling down his vest, revealing an already fully erect and hard cock, tip brushing along their skin, making them shiver in anticipation. Pyra was right in front of them, vest fully opened and pants pulled down too, his cock just as erect and needy for his sweet lover, one gloved hand placed under their chin as his thumb rubs their cheek and lips lovingly, as if saying “you’ll do such a good job drear”.

The calm lasts for a couple more seconds… And then the whole world goes down without a warning. The beast from behind slams his whole length almost and ones, barely giving (Y/N) time to adjust to his size. Pyra also nearly choked them when he pushed the tip and part of his cock into (Y/N)’s mouth, but he was kind enough to wipe their tears of pain and pleasure.

This was both a torture and a treasure, the roughness and feral neediness of these monsters made (Y/N) feel a certain type of way. The knowledge that two powerful beings craved for them, THEM, so so badly made them feel both very special and flustered, just what did the executioner see in them to make him want their body and soul so much? Crave for them both sexually and emotionally, want nothing but to be close to them and keep them to himself, not just like a trophy or a pet, but as something worth to worship.

And they did, they really felt oddly worshiped despite being absolutelly destroyed by them. Feeling the one from behind dig his fingers into their flesh as he pushes into them, trying to bring them closer to his own body with each thrust and the distorted rumbles and groans he makes when the contact between their skins is missing, even for a brief second, only proves how much he wants them close. Pyra was too showing the effect they had on him, saliva actively dripping from that little hole in his helmet where the tongue would come out, hand placed in the back of (Y/N)’s head as he fucks their mouth and throat, and the fact that he’s not thrusting with more force also proves the care he has for them. They both could be rougher, they both could be more selfish, they know they totally could destroy them if they really wanted to… But they actively chose not to, because even in this feral and lustful state they’re in, they care for them, they care for their little sweet (Y/N).

The action doesn’t last too long, as (Y/N) is barely holding themselves back from coming ,and eventually it got too much. The second the monster from behind felt their release, he let out a growl and quickened his pace. (Y/N)’s body began to shiver, wobbly limbs barely supporting their own weight due to the overwhelming feeling of fullness and the lack of oxygen, air they can hardly get since Pyra’s pace got faster as well. When they eventually collapsed, their body miraculously remained in place and it all thanks to the beast behind them, who caught them and held them up with a single large hand placed on their chest.

It was hard to keep up, hard to keep themselves from coming again, but they must refuse, must holdup, must wait for the two monsters fucking their brains out to come before allowing their own sweet release again. And just as they reached their absolute limit, so did the two beasts. The taste and the sensation of their release drunken (Y/N) completely, eyes rolling as they let out a weak muffled moan as they're sent both to heaven and hell at the same time, their inside burning and their skin shivering under the cold sweat.

Once done, Pyra takes his still hard cock out of (Y/N)’s mouth, allowing them to take all these needed gulps of air as the white liquid drips from their mouth and down their chin, even after trying to swallow it they still got messy, a picture that their lover absolutely adored.

Though (Y/N) was quite tired, they know this is not the end, this is just the beginning˜.

They let out a yelp when their body is suddenly lifted and their back is pressed against the solid and warm exposed torso of the beast behind them. The table they were previously on had been flung across the whole classroom with great force and the next thing they know is that they’re completely immobilized again by Pyra’s body pressing their form against the monster behind. And soon enough, (Y/N)’s mind is being turned into mush again when the beasts begin to move again, their thrusts strong and hitting all the sweet and most sensitive spots of theirs.

Their movements were unnaturally coordinated, knowing exactly when to thrust and how to move so their helmets won’t collide. It was both freaky and fascinating to see, which left (Y/N) thinking if Pyra is really as simple as they initially thought, or is he the embodiment of something way more sinister-.

Their thoughts melted into a mass of letters and blurry shapes at the sensation of the rough fingers of the beast from behind rub their sensible nipples again, sending violent jolts and shivers with the mildest movements. Now (Y/N) was a complete panting and moaning mess, though their sounds were slightly muffled by Pyra’s broad chest, even slightly suffocating them at times with how close he got (not like they mind it). They always cringed at how vocal they can get during sex but they also knew better than to try to quiet the noises after learning the hard way how much their monstruous lover adores to hear them.

This fucking continued for a good ammount of time, (Y/N) already lost count of how many times they came, they have absolutely no clue! All they know is that they’re like in heaven, seeing stars and impossible colors of light flash before their eyes with each release just to then fall back into their mortal body and suffer the consequences of all the overstimulation and the generally overwhelming sensations. How are they still awake and breathing? They have no idea, but it did kinda boost their ego to know they’re tougher than they thought.

Eventually, the thrusts come to an end after the two monsters came one last time, causing (Y/N) to hide their face deeper into Pyra’s chest as they sink their fingers into his flesh and scratch his scarred skin with their nails. Even after coming and filling them up real' good yet again, the executioners remained in place, not pulling away from (Y/N) and still holding them against each other.

After regaining part of their breath, (Y/N) pulls back and their eyes wide at the sight of all the marks they left along Pyra’s broad chest and abdomen, both scratch and bite marks. The executioner from behind also received some lovely scratches on his body as well, when did they even manage to make these? None of the monsters seemed bothered by the marks though, and their hands roaming over (Y/N)’s body is a clear confirmation of that, showing just how pleased they are with their performance, even if they didn’t really do anything.

Now that the heat is slowly dying (Y/N) should feel cold, yet the warm skin of the beasts keep them perfectly warm and comfortable, their big hands traveling around their body, soothing the growing soreness in their muscles and worshiping every inch of their soft and tender skin, despite it being covered in sweat and drops of their load.

(Y/N) wanted to cry, but not out of pain, but of how loved they felt in that moment. The surprisingly gentle and affectionate caressing, the soft purrs and rumbles that at times resembled praises, and the overall atmosphere among them three felt so overwhelmingly comforting and loving, nothing like the heated lustful air from moments before.

Tiredness and exhaustion made itself known and they began to slowly doze off. Luckily, they didn’t have to worry about having a pillow, the chest of the two monsters were a perfect replacement, so warm and kinda soft now that their bodies and muscles relaxed a bit.

Unknowingly to (Y/N), a little smile formed on their lips. Yes, they're still pretty much nothing compared to a creature like Pyramid Head, but the fact that this same creature, or in this case, creatures, are all over them, a simple little human, makes (Y/N) feel this alien thrill and warmth.

They're still just (Y/N) though.

Their (Y/N).

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