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slashers + raw sex for the first time

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tw: smut, fem!reader, pussy drunk boys, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, friends)

Thomas

The broken whine that tears out of his throat is beautiful. He's not even fully stuffing you yet and he's a damn near shaking, sobbing mess.

He can't ignore the swell of his cock as he fervently humps himself into you, body jolting with each passionate thrust. You're gonna make him cum soooo easy.

Michael

Let's pretend you actually convinced him to wear a condom.. He's gonna try to act composed but his outer exterior is chipping away like an eggshell.

That composure finally falls away the moment he sinks himself balls deep into you and his whole body trembles with a delicious shiver. His cock and thick, swollen balls already clenching. He spreads his legs wide, bracing himself on the bed before he begins jackhammering into your tiny cunt; forcing you into a mating press as he cums into your little hole for the first time that day.

Bo

He's elated. Shoving his pants down quickly, belt jingling to the floor with a thud. Bo is freeing his cock with one hand, the other resting by your hip as he sinks himself into.

"Oh, fuck, baby girl. You don't know what you're doin' to me, fuuuuckkkk." Bo breathes heavy down your neck, pressing loud kisses to the skin as he savors the feeling. Every push and pull of his veiny cocky deep in your gummy walls.

Vincent

'Are you sure?' He signs. Ever the one to consider your needs first.

He's slow, hands resting at your hip and stomach. You roll your hips, sliding your pussy over his leaking cock but do not enter. You allow his weeping head to bump at your neglected clit before you finally sink down on him.

The stretch is lovely, burning just right as you move yourself faster on him. Vincent isn't sure how much longer he can stay strong.

Billy/Stu

With Stu lined up beneath you and Billy on top, Billy enters first--of course, working you open. Getting you nice and wet, thankful for the extra lube.

Stu's pushing into your cunt next, groaning as his cock rubs along Billy's.

Billy pins your knees to your chest, forcing himself into you so easily, drinking in your moans as Stu plays with your cute clit.

"Fucking incredible." Billy grunts, Stu looses a porn star's moan.

"You said it."

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Victima

Pairings: Bo Sinclair x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW

Summary: after the victims are a bit too chatty with you Bo kills them and then deals with you afterwards.

“So you like living in a small town then?” Trevor asked. You shrug your shoulders as you continued walking forward. Trevor was one of the victims you had been showing around the empty town.

“It’s alright at times. Very peaceful, but gets very lonely.” You sighed. Believe it or not living with wax figurines wasn’t always comforting. Though at times they were alright to talk to.

The man trailing slightly behind you hums. "I'm sure it does." The awkward silence filled the air as I was left with nothing else to say. "But hey, maybe I could come back up sometime in the future. I'm always down to hang out, especially with someone as pretty as you."

"I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I have a boyfriend." You admit.

By now the two of you had reached the house and you welcomed Trevor inside. "He doesn't have to know anything, with how small the town is I'm sure he wouldn't even find out." You silently winced as you saw Bo sitting at the counter with a glass in his hand.

"Who wouldn't have to find out what?" By the look on Bo's face, you could tell that he was annoyed, meaning he more than likely got finished dealing with the other people that accompanied Trevor.

"Trevor, this is Bo. My boyfriend." You introduced the two.

"Oh shit, man. Nice to meet you. Your girlfriend was just showing me around town while my friends get this car part." Trevor stuck his hand out to shake Bo's but Bo simply took a swig of his drink.

"What car part were ya' lookin' for. I own the mechanics downtown, so I might have the part here. You've done enough, Y/n. Go take a rest, why don't ya'." Trevor appeared to be a little apprehensive but didn't say anything as you went upstairs into your's and Bo's shared bedroom.

Knowing what would come afterwards you decided to take a nap and avoid everything that was about to happen. Your eyes shut almost as soon as you hit the bed and then you were asleep.

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Slowly you felt yourself wake up after hearing the door open. Figuring it was just Bo coming to bed you kept your eyes closed and hoped to fall back asleep, but of course, that wasn't the case.

Arms wrapped around your waist, and then a body lay next to you, one that you recognised all too well. "Wake up, will ya'," Bo mumbled in your ear.

Your hand wrapped around his only to have it shaken off. "The next time I find you talkin’ to one of those idiots the way you were, there will be hell to pay." Bo's grip around your waist was tight like he was keeping you from running away.

"I told him that you were my boyfriend." You replied. you feel as Bo pushes your hair to the side to kiss your neck gently.

“What did you do to make him think you weren’t seein’ someone in the first place?” You let out a sigh. Classic Bo blaming you for other people’s actions.

“I didn’t do anything. He has a mind of his own.” Your back was pressed tightly up to Bo’s front, and you could feel his semi-hard cock against your backside.

“I’m sure you didn’t.” He replied sarcastically “get up.” Bo demanded.

As slow as possible, you got up from the bed, still recovering from the previous nap. “Give me a little show,” Bo commanded as he lay back on his elbows.

Your face scrunched up when you heard those words. “I’m sorry, what?” You have to double-check that you heard what he said right.

“You heard me. Take off your clothes.”

You felt a bit uncomfortable with what he was asking for. It wasn’t like you guys hadn’t had sex before, it was the fact that he was nonchalantly laid back on the bed. With that being said you also felt turned on as you watched his hand drift to the tent in his jeans.

You bit your lip as you lifted off your nightshirt, revealing to Bo a plain bra. Watching as his hand began to rub over his erection, you teasingly turned around and bent over as you pulled off your shorts. “That’s more like it.” Bo groaned as he saw the lacy underwear you had on. “Come over here.”

You walked over to Bo and he turned you around and pulled you on his lap. His hands had taken back his place on your waist as he guides you grind against him. “I bet those boys were dreaming of having you like this. Can’t keep their hands off another mans property, can they?” Bo whispered. His hand trailed up and down your thigh as you continued the pace.

Every time you grind against him, his cock would rub against you to spark a bit of excitement in you. “I asked you a question.” You let a yelp as he bit down on your neck, leaving a visible bruise to see.

“No they can’t.” You answered in a breathless tone.

“They can’t what?” Now his hand was tangled in your hair as he pulled it back. Your head followed his tugging so you look Bo in the eyes.

“Can’t keep their hands of your property.” You repeated. Bo pulled you off his lap and pushed your face down on the bed, smacking your ass along the way.

His hand connected with your ass again, leaving a red handprint. “What a shame they’ll never see you like this, huh?” He rubbed the area he spanked, causing a burning sensation. “You know what? I don’t know if you deserve what I’m willin’ to give you.” You felt Bo pull away.

You couldn't get out a word as you heard Bo leave the room and slam the door behind him, leaving you a flustered mess on the bed.

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How would they be in marshmallow hell? It's funny to imagine😂 and reader just does it alot especially when they get back and they miss them

Omg I never knew about this term until you mentioned it hahaha, this was very fun to make 😂

Here we go! ✨✨✨

Nothing is better for Mikey than having a good "bath" 😏 and snuggling with you before sleep, after a long killing spring ☺️💕

Brahms loves to bury his face in you chest, whenever you go out of the house, he do this in any occasion actually 😆, Brahms is baby and needs all you attention 😂

Tommy was in the basement all day, the only thing he was thinking is in hugging you and cuddle with you, don't make him wait Y/N 🥺💕💕

Bubba gets all tired from working all day, the only he wants is to cuddle with you buried in you soft chest 🥰, the best thing in the world!... meanwhile it last 😆

Jason is always ready to watch movies with you when he came from "working" on the forest, hug him tight because you two gonna watch scary movies all night🤣

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House of Wax ( 2005 )

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House of Wax ( 2005 )

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billy, Michael, and thomas with a teen!reader getting bullied for something they can’t control 😍😍😟😧😧😧

Out of My Control

Includes: Billy Loomis, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt

SFW

TW: Bullying, Violence, Reference to Self-harm, Self-harm scars, Murder, Mentions of Suicide, it's not tho, it's just murder, Mentions of SA

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I kind of went ham on this shit. My bad

Billy Loomis:

Billy is one of the less forgiving slashers, especially when it comes to people he cares about.

Besides Stu, you're the only one he considers an actual friend and the only person he's willing to stand up for

So, when he sees you cornered against the lockers by a group of three teens, taunting you about the thin scars littering your wrists, he doesn't hesitate to step in

"Didn't anyone ever tell you, 'Sideways for attention, long ways for results'?" The boy laughed, grip tight around your wrist, "Or is that what you wanted? Attention?"

"F-Fuck off!" You spit, trying to pull away. Suddenly, the hand on your wrist loosened when the boy was sent flying back into the lockers across from you.

"You got a fuckin' problem?" Billy stepped closer to the boy, pulling out a small pocket knife, "'Cause you're sure as hell making one." The boy tried to chuckle a little, raising his hands as Billy pressed the knife to his chest, "C'mon, Billy, we were just fuckin' with 'em. Didn't mean no harm."

"Yeah, I'm sure." He put the knife away, taking a step back to pull you closer to him. The two of you started to walk away from the group before Billy stopped and looked back at the boy, "I'll see ya' later, asshole."

The next day at school, rumors started circling around that your bully was found dead, an apparent suicide. But you knew. You knew what really happened, and that soon, the others would be dead too.

Michael Myers:

Michael stared through the window of the building, every student and teacher unaware of his presence, including you

He watched, following you from class to class while remaining outside of the building, something he had done countless times before

It was something that bugged you, and he had stopped for a while, until you started acting weird at home

He wasn't sure why you were acting so strangely, more nervous and shy, hiding away from him and his partner in your room whenever you got the chance

You had been so outgoing before, so full of life, but now you were more reserved and quiet, and he wanted to know why

For most of the day, everything was normal, and Michael didn't take notice of anything out of place, until the final bell rang and you were taking notebooks out of your locker.

"Hey, Myers." The main girl of the group snarled your last name with a harsh tone, "Heard your dad was back in town, he gon'na start killin' the teachers again?"

You slammed the locker with a huff, grimacing at the memory of your father taking the life of your fifth grade math teacher after finding out he had tried to touch you, "Leave me alone..."

"Yea? Or what, you gon'na call that fuckin' psychopath of a father in here?" They cornered you against the wall.

"Maybe if your dad had loved you enough to stick up for you you wouldn't have gotten kicked out for fucking your step-dad." You spit at the girl, holding your textbooks closer, "We all know why you really transferred here."

You could see the rage on the girls face as she reared her arm back to hit you. You flinched, but the hit never came. You opened your eyes to see the rage in her eyes now turned to fear as her arm was held back by Michael.

"Dad..." You tensed, "Let her go. She's just being an idiot." He stared at you for a moment, and then her, and let her go, allowing the group of kids to go screaming down the hall. He stepped forward, putting an arm on your shoulder and walking you home.

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas always wanted children, a dream he almost gave up on as time went on and he started killing

So, when you came into his world, it was a dream come true for the chainsaw-wielding man, and he promised himself and his partner he would always be there to protect you, no matter what

Because of this, you had always been close to your dad, feeling like you could tell him anything. And when the kids at school started getting meaner, to the point you felt like they were right, you confided in him

"I don't know, Dad, it just seems like no matter what I do, everyone hates me. I try to be nice, but they just call me a freak." You ran your fingers along the burn scars on your cheek, the result of a small fire due to Hoyt's negligence when you were three, the very thing that prompted your parents to move out of your grandmother's house.

Thomas nodded, knowing what it felt like to be bullied to the point of self-hate. That was the last thing he wanted for you.

"Well, I could always.." He signed, hesitation on his face. You were completely aware of what your father did, having known from a young age when a victim tried to kidnap you to 'help' you.

"I don't want them dead or anything, I just want them to stop..." You sighed, shaking your head, "I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm so tired of it..." Thomas' heart swelled with sorrow and anger.

He did want them dead, he wasn't going to lie. But he wouldn't hurt them unless you said it was okay.

"I'll be okay, I will. I'll probably just talk to the teachers about it, see if they can do anything." You gave a small smile to Thomas, "Thanks for listening, Dad."

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Cierra tus puertas.

No especifico ningún usuario/asesino de Ghostface, ¡así que puede ser quien gusten!<3. Esto es muy autocomplaciente basado en algo que me pasó, ah.

Advertencias; Lector con pronombres ellx. Lector de género no especificado. Amenazas de violencia. Mención de asesinos y más. Nada gráfico. Amenazas.

No eras ajenx a la realidad en la que vivías, a veces lo serias a tu entorno, pero sabías lo que en este acechaba. Asesinos, secuestradores, violadores, abusivos y toda clase de personas malvadas, ningún monstruo, solo personas. 

Pero aun así, aun así fuiste descuidx, tu casa no contaba con la seguridad necesaria para que la gente no pudiera entrar a tu patio, mantenias puertas y ventanas abiertas a todas horas, no pensabas que estuvieras en riesgo, al final de todo, sabías cómo responder, ¿verdad? 

Hasta que no sabías que hacer. Había sido una noche como otra, estabas colgando tu ropa recién lavada para que en la mañana estuviera seca y jugarías con tus mascotas. Luego, una luz blanca te alumbró de forma sucesiva y así de rápido cómo llegó, se fue. 

Nuevamente fuiste descuidx, te asomaste por tu pequeña barda buscando al culpable y al no ver a nadie en la oscuridad que rodeaba la loma tras tu casa, seguiste jugando hasta que los ruidos de alguien llamándote te alertaron. Eso junto a los ladridos de tus compañeros no ayudaron en el creciente nerviosismo en tu estómago.

Tomando una decisión sensata por primera vez, decidiste adentrarte en tu casa y cerrar cada posible entrada a desconocidos. Solo que, tal vez ya había entrado. 

Con las luces apagadas y tratando de subir las escaleras a tu habitación, tu andar fue irrumpido por un agresivo empuje al suelo y antes de poder defenderte, fuiste tomadx del cuello y puesto de espaldas contra los escalones. 

Sobre ti se cernía una gran figura, con la cercanía de dicha persona y la luz de tu habitación iluminando un poco las escaleras, podías vislumbrar la tan famosa máscara que atemorizaba a tu pequeña ciudad, Ghostface. La persona tras el disfraz movía la cabeza de un lado a otro cada poco tiempo, como si estuviera analizandote y cuestionandote, podría parecer adorable, si todo él no irradiará burla e intimidación. 

— Cariño, no deberías ser tan tonto.

El modulador de voz no debería sonar tan caliente, pero lo era y más cuando el cuchillo en su otra mano pasaba por todo tu cuerpo, sin cortar, como un recordatorio de quién era. 

— ¿Q-Qué?

No era una pregunta inteligente, pero tu cabeza comenzaba a dar vueltas por la sacudida anterior. 

— Eres mi juguete favorito, por lo tonto que eres. Dejándote como un plato para que cualquiera te agreda. 

— Yo no… ¡No es así! 

— Sh, sh, sh, callate, dulzura.– El agarre en tu cuello se apretó y el arma presionó contra tu muslo derecho, presionó lo suficiente para sentir algo caliente resbalar de el, te había cortado. — Eres solo míx para matar, así que empieza a cuidarte, si no quieres que sea más malo de lo que seré. 

Antes de poder decir algo más, él había desaparecido y la puerta de entrada fue cerrada con fuerza. Y  tratas de engañarte, como siempre, si lo ignoras no pasó y no pasará, sólo fue algo de tu imaginación. 

Nota de Autor, ignorar si desean: Antiayer en la noche estaba tendiendo ropa, mi papá en casa y solo mis perros, así que puede o no, que vi algo iluminarme mientras tendía y solo se me ocurrió asomarme en vez de hablarle a mi papá, lmao, también pude haber escuchado cosas, mmm. Soy muy descuidadx con mi seguridad y a veces tengo pequeñas alucinaciones, así qué, de ahí nació esto.

#ghostface x reader #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x you #billy loomis x y/n #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x you #stu matcher x reader #stu matcher x y/n #richie kirsch x y/n #richie kirsch x you #richie kirsch x reader #mickey altieri x y/n #mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri x you #amber freeman x reader #amber freeman x you #amber freeman x y/n #danny johnson x you #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson x y/n #jed olsen x you #jed olsen x reader #jed olsen x y/n #dead by daylight x reader

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Obsession | Billy Loomis x reader

Billy x GN!Reader

Billy is obsessed with the reader and doesn’t know whether he wants to fuck you or kill you. Little does he know that there’s more to you than meets the eye…

aka Billy Loomis may have met his match lol

Billy x reader, Stu x reader, and poly!ghostface x reader requests are now open!

Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, mentions of sex/sexual implications, descriptions of violence 

Billy Loomis was obsessed with you.

He’d never admit it out loud, but he was. You were new in town, and the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. He wanted to know everything about you–where you lived, what you ate for dinner, what you wore to bed. There was something about you that fascinated him, and in his effort to understand what exactly it was, he found himself watching you whenever he could.

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Could write headcanons of : Ghostface being in love with a GN Reader ,but the reader is dating Sydney.

Okay I finally finished this one!!! I hope you enjoy it, I had a hard time deciding how to finish it but hopefully people will enjoy it <3 Gender Neutral Reader for this one!

Ghostface Obsessing over Reader while they’re Dating Sidney:

You had been interested in Sidney since moving to Woodsboro, and finally, the two of you were together! She was always so sweet and kind to you, hanging out with you often and bringing you along to join her friends. Everyone was welcoming and made you feel like you had always been part of the group. You got to know Tatum, Sidney’s fierce ride or die best friend. Randy loved letting you borrow his favorite movies and going on and on about them.

There was also Billy and Stu, who seemed to be best friends as they were really close and hanging out together. Stu was the comedian of the group and loved teasing his girlfriend Tatum. Even though she rolled her eyes at his lame attempts at jokes, you could tell she loved him a lot. Billy on the other hand was the more quiet and brooding of the two. He usually kept to himself unless he had something to say, and when he did he would always maintain intense eye contact. 

Nothing seemed to be off until the first letter showed up in your locker. The envelope was plain, with only a sticker of what looked to be hydrangeas keeping it closed. When you opened it there was a simple swooping writing, proclaiming their love for you. You smiled to yourself, assuming Sidney had written it for you.

After school, you met up with Sidney and the group to walk home, and you told Sidney you loved her thoughtful words. She gave you a quizzical look and asked you what letter you were talking about. Stu and Randy had also butted in at this point, pestering you to show it while Tatum kept trying to tell them to chill out. Eventually, you caved and pulled out the letter, showing them as they gathered around. Tatum turned to Stu and Randy to pointedly ask them if they did this as a stupid prank, but they insisted they didn’t. Billy simply shrugged and said that maybe you have more than one admirer on your hands, making Sidney frown for a moment before quickly changing her demeanor and brushing it off as some silly note. She said if anything it just shows how other people see just how great you are. That thought did make you smile a little as she gave you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

After a few weeks, you had completely forgotten about the note. You and Sidney were as great as ever, and you had even gone on a cute picnic date in the park with her the day prior. When you left your house that day to relax in the backyard with a book, you noticed an envelope placed on one of your mother’s hydrangea bushes. Immediately your mind recalled back to the previous letter with the sticker of the hydrangea on the back and your stomach dropped. When you opened the envelope, it only said how cute your date with Sidney was and how they wished that they could be the one treating you instead.

You dropped the note and looked around, your head on a swivel as you tried to see if the person who left the note was still there. Obviously, they liked to watch to see what was happening in your love life so they must have been watching you currently. Sadly, they were smart enough to keep themselves hidden, and you were left with racing thoughts as to who could be leaving these notes.

You decided not to tell Sidney, it would only worry her. This was just some loser that obviously couldn’t get the hint that you were with someone else. There was no point in upsetting her or making a bigger deal about it than it was because that’s what this weirdo wanted. 

That didn’t stop the letters though. They only got more and more insidious as the days went on, mentioning things from your bedroom, what they saw you and Sidney doing, all manner of private moments were known by this person. You were sure they wouldn’t stop until something came to a head, and you were afraid of how dangerous that something would be for you.

By then the threats began shortly after you tried to ignore the notes. They told you how they would hang Sidney’s guts around your backyard as a macabre form of streamers to celebrate when you would soon be free to date them. They said they couldn’t wait to see you cry and marvel in awe at their handiwork.

You thought it was all fun and games until one of your classmates showed up dead on your doorstep. It felt like the whole world stopped as you went through the gambit of police, medical, and reporters trying to figure out how this could happen in a sleepy town like Woodsboro. Even when everyone, including your friends and Sidney, told you this was some freak thing, you knew better.

Sidney was the only thing standing in the way between them and their delusional happy life together with you. It made you sick, knowing that Sidney could be in danger because of you. The only solution you could see was breaking up with her, but it tore you up inside. How dare this asshole try to control your life like this? You didn’t even know who they were and yet they still were adamant that they somehow owned you and you were disobeying them by not following rules. 

So you took a page out of their own book. You wrote Sidney a letter, explaining in as much detail as you were able to why you couldn’t be together anymore. Sniffling back tears, you told her how sorry you were to do this to her but you couldn’t face her in person. It would just be better this way. You didn’t want to ruin her life when she still had so much of it to live. Whatever was going to happen was only going to happen to you. 

You took the next few days off of school, wanting a few days to yourself to gather your thoughts. As it was, you were certain you were going to lose all the friends you had just made this year over this, knowing they would understandably take Sidney’s side over yours. 

No new notes had shown up since you had broken up with Sidney, and you were grateful for the reprieve. One less thing for you to deal with. But you began to remember all of those anxieties in an instant when you went down in the middle of the night for chicken nuggets and you heard a noise behind you. Closing the freezer, you slowly turned around and dropped the bag when you saw who was standing there.

Two figures in long black robes and blank white masks stood in front of you, one of them taller than the other. The shorter one was waving a long blade in his hand in a mocking hello gesture. Finally, a familiar voice came out from behind the ghostly visage, black eyes haunting you as he said, “Ready to be ours?”

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Se que las solicitudes están cerradas, pero solo quiero conversar con alguien de los slashers djjdjfjz, me gusta mucho Michael Myers, pero ahora me hiperfije en pinhead ¿Sabes la sensación de que alguien peligroso sea suave contigo? No sé pero la idea me fascina, espero no ser la única loca, el que con los demás sea un desgraciado/a pero contigo sea más suave, dentro de su personalidad, aish solo quiero abrazos de ellos 🥺👌

Este mensaje grita mi nombre y apellido y no puedo no responderle. 😔

Completamente me encanta la idea de slashers que en un momento esté amenazando de muerte, torturando o hasta matando a alguien, pero cuando su s/o o alguien importante para ellos aparece, son todo caricias y expresiones suaves. Claro que es lo único que recibiremos frente de las víctimas, pero cuando estemos en privado, no duden en abrazarnos, besarnos o mimarnos, como si hace unos minutos no estuvieran arruinandole la vida a alguien.

Por ello vivo para slashers como Thomas, nuestro dulce chico, como simplemente era todo agresividad con la próxima comida, pero era tranquilo y dejaba que su mamá Luda Mae se le acercara<3.

He visto Hellraiser, pero era demasiado pequeño y mis papás estaban distraídos, lol, tendría que volver a ver las películas ahora que soy mayor, me niego a no estar enamorado de Pinhead tmbn, jajaja.

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Entonces, hoy oficialmente volví a clases y ya debo centrarme en proyector finales. Así que por el momento, todo tipo de solicitudes están cerradas. Pero mi buzón seguirá abierto por si desea platicar sobre slashers y más<3.

Espero tengan/tuvieran un buen inicio de semana y se encuentren bien<3.

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Bo Sinclair Oneshot

(I am hyperfixating & I just want my man gettin' cared for, so, here. Have this trash) TW: Mentions of murder, wound tending, and a lot of cursing.

To say this round of visitors had been a disaster was an understatement. A group of young adults, ranging from twenty-one to twenty-five had rolled into town looking for snacks, alcohol, and of course, a new fan belt. Given Vincent had cut their current one. Recently, a new system had been put in place to alert either brother of how many would be coming in. They’d had a few cases in the past where people put up too big of a fight and nearly got away, and now with you being a new addition to the family, they were more cautious over strangers. So, Bo used some of the money he got from selling car parts to buy phones for everyone. If Lester would be bringing someone in, or he saw someone heading to town, he’d call Bo or Vincent to inform them of what he saw. Amount of people, the model of car, if any of them seemed a bit off their rocker. And if Lester couldn’t reach either of his brothers, he’d call the house. More often than not that’s where you’d be. Bo didn’t mind you going around Ambrose, cleaning or whatnot, as long as you stayed out of the dangerous parts. However, he and Vincent always seemed most comfortable with you being in the house. It was the safest place, which you were inclined to agree. It got boring every now and then, but it was better than getting a pint of blood spilled over the church floor because someone went rogue while you wanted to bring Trudy some more flowers.

Bo & Vincent had become adept at picking off people, and Bo often claimed how easy groups like these were. Groups of young adults who hadn’t fully matured. They did stupid stuff! So, when they began siffling down the band of six, it started off easy, that’s what Bo said anyway. You’d heard a few gunshots and a scream or two, that wasn’t abnormal. You assumed Vincent was already working on whoever they’d got already. You tried not to dwell on the process too hard. While the murders itself had become old news to you, the process of being alive trapped under wax was still uncomfortable. So, you did your best to make the house feel ready for relaxing once the brothers were finished. That was part of why they liked you so much. You often wondered if it was that part of your personality that kept you alive in the first place. The want to help and the selflessness that came naturally, even if it sometimes came back and bit you in the ass. Vincent once called you endearingly innocent, something that made Bo laugh. 

Although you tried to avoid violence in most cases, it wasn’t that you were incapable, just a bit uncomfortable. That’s what made adjusting to the twins…destructive hobby so much easier than it really should’ve been. It didn’t trigger fight or flight, in some cases, it was intrigue. Though you rarely delved into that part of your brain. It was the complete opposite of everything else you did, which was why you ignored it unless necessary. Like that one time you shoved a box cutter through a man’s eye when he’d come running up from the basement, ready to attack whatever was closest. 

You busied yourself with the dishes after tidying up the living room. Dinner still cooked on the stove, a soup that needed to simmer for a bit longer. You’d been grumbling to yourself about how filthy the boys were, scrubbing at stuck on food from Vincent’s most recent “walk of shame”. About once a week he’d come wobbling up to the kitchen with arms full of bowls, plates, and mugs. He rarely washed them though, but at least he helped when he saw you doing them…again. That was when Bo slammed the front door open. It startled you for a moment, but you didn’t turn to look. After a particularly rowdy bunch it wasn’t uncommon for him to still have some anger to burn off. Entering with a slam was something you’d gotten used to, even if you tried to discourage it. However, it was the grunt of pain that made you immediately drop the plate you were holding into the dirty soap water. You turned and saw Bo stumble in. His hat was gone and it’d been clear that he’d gotten beat pretty hard. A bloodied hand held a slash on his side and the rip in his coverall sleeves sent alarm bells in your brain. You dried your hands poorly before turning to him completely. Of course, he fought you over everything, stubborn as always. It took four tries to get him to sit down, five tries to get him to move his hands so you could look at the damage, seven insults and three attempts to get him to stop struggling so you could remove the outer layer of fabric. He was more quiet now, mostly breathing hard and wincing as you attempted to gently pry the fabric of his black undershirt from the cut in his side. “Mother fucker…” He hissed through his teeth. “I know, I know. Just hang on for a little longer, I almost got it…” You whispered as you finally got it unstuck. The blood had soaked through the fabric, effectively transferring to your hands. “Can you try to lift your arms?” “I don’t need your help gettin’ my shirt off.” Bo growled. You knew better than to argue, though you couldn’t help but frown sympathetically at the clear pain he was in as he forced the fabric off. He tossed it to the ground in a huff, taking his frustrations out on the fabric. 

Vincent was more adept in first aid, admittedly, but you had gotten better since moving in. Building on knowledge. You slid the first aid kit over to you and popped it open. As you went to clean your hands, Bo finally began to complain, telling you what happened. “Son of a bitch bit my arm when I wasn’t lookin’, nearly took a chunk’a skin, I swear. Then his fuckin’ bitch of a friend came up and tried to fuckin’ stab me! It was a shitty knife, somethin’ you get in corner stores.” Bo huffed. He grunted in regret as his angry movement got him a sharp reminder of the wound in his side. He always went to talking with his hands when he got angry. “What’d you do to them?” You asked. You didn’t need to know, but keeping Bo talking would mean he’d be too preoccupied to argue with you fixing him up.

“Well, for one, I shot the bitch with the knife. I was outta ammo so I just beat the shit outta the biter. Vincent’s gonna pitch a fit cause the dude’s face is so fucked, but I don’t really care. He ain’t got the teeth to go around chompin’ now, little fucker. I’d been itchin’ to sock one ‘ve ‘em in the jaw since they rolled up anyway.” The brunet complained. He huffed a breath as you worked on his arm first. It stung, it was a decent slash. “What’s this from then?” You asked, keeping your voice soft. “Cut a corner in the station too close, caught it on somethin’ sharp when I was goin’ after the red head.” Bo replied. You nodded as your brows furrowed in focus. You went about disinfecting the bite wound that Bo wore on his forearm, then you went to move onto the knife wound near his hip. It wasn’t deep enough to call for anything more than some basic stitches, something Vincent had been kind enough to teach you. Though, of course, when you moved to clean it up, Bo pulled away. You huffed. “Bo, don’t start, I need to fix it.” 

“I can do it myself, I got it.” This response made you close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Bo, really. It’s not even at an angle you could really get, just let me do it.” 

Bo pulled away again, threatening to get off the chair. He was always stubborn. “I told you, I got it, damnit!” He repeated. You groaned for a second before you gently pushed his unbruised shoulder so he’d stay on the chair. “Beauregard Clovis Sinclair!” You spoke, something that made his face go from clenched in annoyance and pain, into one of surprise. Caught off guard. You sighed as you kept eye contact, bringing your voice back down. “Please, stop being stubborn, and let me fix you up. It’ll make it easier.” Bo’s gaze narrowed, he tucked his tongue into his cheek and looked away. Finally, with an aggravated exhale, he removed his bloody hand from the cut and let you have access to it. You muttered a thank you quietly as you crouched to clean it. He didn’t say anything besides the occasional curse word, hissing over the pain. It was the stitching that was the worst part. He tried to remain as still as possible as you did your best to go quickly, but precisely. Once you were done, you announced as such, and stood. Setting the needle down so you could grab the wet rag you’d been using. Bo took a moment to scan you before he finally spoke.

“Where in the hell did you learn my full name?” 

The question made you smile faintly. “Lester told me. Told me Vincent’s middle name was Matthieu, and that his full name is Lester Valentin-Saber Sinclair.” You chuckled as you wet the rag again, taking the cleanest point in order to wipe the cut on the bridge of Bo’s nose. Bo rolled his eyes. “What? You don’t like your name?” You asked. “Don’t suit me.” He shrugged. You hummed, tilting your head as you grabbed a bandaid, tearing open the packaging. “Well, it does sound a bit too fancy, but I wouldn’t say it doesn’t suit you. I think it’s pretty fitting, really. The meaning, I mean.” Bo rose an eyebrow as you placed the adhesive strip over his nose. “How so?” You snorted. “Didn’t you take French lessons as a kid? Surely you know the meaning of your own name.” You said. “No, I don’t. Didn’t pay attention in French, thought it was dumb. Besides, who knows the meanin’s of names?” You poked his forehead. “I do, ya big dummy. I know exactly what all of your names mean.” “Oh yeah? What do they mean then?” He challenged. You scoffed while taking his hands, the knuckles busted from colliding with hard bone and cartilage. “You’re really gonna make me do this? Alright, know what? Fine. I’ll be a show off!” You said with a smile.

“Vincent comes from Latin, it means to conquer or to be victorious. His middle name, Matthieu, means gift from the lord. Lester’s name means a ‘fortified place’, or a safe place, if you want it dummed down.” You snicked as Bo gently kicked your leg for the light jab at his intelligence. “Valentin is French, means strength & health. Saber, also French, means sword. And your last name, Sinclair, means things like pure, renowned, and illustrious.” You gently wrapped around his knuckles as you spoke. Bo had yet to interrupt you, listening closely for once as you worked. “Now your middle name? Clovis? It means a renowned fighter or famous in battle.” He gave an amused breath at that. “Whata ‘bout my first name?” “Oh come on, that one’s obvious.” You smiled. He clicked his tongue. “I told ya, I don’t pay attention to name meanin’s.” He reminded, making you roll your eyes, wiping his other hand of blood.

“Beau, meaning handsome or beautiful. Regard, as to look at. Beauregard simply means handsome to look at.” You glanced up from his hand, calm smile despite the little space between you. “Like I said, I think it’s fitting.” Your words made his face twitch in shock once again, even if for only a moment. You chuckled and chose not to comment on the way his pupils grew. After setting the bloodied rag down and washing your hands, you handed him the shirt you grabbed for him. A loose-fitting one. “Vincent’s gonna be busy with all those people, I imagine. Dinner’s just about done.” You said as you helped with his shirt, holding the neck hole wider, despite his clear distaste for your help. You tilted your head at him as his face emerged from the fabric. “How does a beer sound, Beauregard?” You teased lightly. His gaze didn’t sharpen but rather softened. He sighed. “Sounds fuckin’ lovely.” He muttered. Bo let out a hitched breath as he stood, sharp stinging being sent up his side. You patted his back. “Mhm, go ahead to the couch, I’ll bring it to ya.” Bo gave a noise in confirmation. He hobbled to the couch and fell into it gracelessly. You threw away the trash from the bandages and turned off the stove before grabbing a cold beer from the fridge. Bo rubbed his eye tiredly as he listened to the cap be removed.

He looked away from the TV as you held out the bottle, standing behind the couch. Bo mumbled out a thank you, fighting the urge to yawn as the adrenaline from that night began to leave. The man borderline gasped when a kiss was pressed to his cheekbone. “I’ll bring you dinner in a second.” You said calmly, walking back towards the kitchen. Bo watched you leave with his eyes wide. He quickly turned away when you glanced over your shoulder, hearing him grumble incoherently made you laugh and shake your head. Choosing to hold off on the teasing comments that could’ve been made over how red his face had gotten.

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fandom: dead by daylight (pre!entity) shipping: danny johnson x gn!reader warnings: explicit language, mentions of murder, blood and manipulation, a very much toxic relationship word count: 1.7k

synopsis: You felt like an idiot and you knew that Ghostface would be taking pride in what he had done to you. Though, you still had no idea just why you were alive - what was the killer planning to do with you?

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𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞 [danny johnson]

fandom: dead by daylight (pre!entity) shipping: danny johnson x gn!reader warnings: explicit language, mentions of murder, blood and manipulation word count: 2k

synopsis: It’s Halloween and the Ghostface is just about ready to end the little game of cat and mouse he had made for you both. His little doctor, his white whale, was finally going to be his.

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𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 [billy lenz]

request: Okay. This was inspired from one of the fics u wrote with Billy who called reader his kitty. What if reader low key had *cough cough* high key cat behavior. Likes pets, rubbing their face up against Billy’s clothes or his face. And randomly bites pieces of his clothing like cats do *totally don’t do that to my friends randomly :p and can be just an enigma all around. Love your writing and the bubba fic btw. Protect that man at ALL costs. Keep it up 👍

fandom: black christmas shipping: billy lenz x gn!reader warnings: cat like behaviour from reader, not explicitly stated but stockholm syndrome, explicit language word count: 799 words

synopsis: Billy loved his pretty Kitty, and he knew that they loved him right back. Even if they didn’t, Billy would make sure they did.

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Hola esposo mío de mi corazón, vengo a pedir headcanons de Bo Sinclair, Michael Myers RZ, Brahms y Billy Lenz con una lectora adicta a los dulces y el sexo oral

♡ Bo + Michael + Brahms + Billy x Female Reader ! Adicta a los dulces y el sexo oral. ♡

Amor, luz de mis ojos y colores en mi vida, perdona que tardará tanto:(. Ame la solicitud desde que la leí, pero no sabía hacia dónde dirigirme y aún me siento algo inseguro del resultado. Espero te guste, te amo y pídeme todo lo que quieras. 💖

♡ Advertencias ♡

NSFW. Sexo oral. Algo de consentimiento dudoso en Michael y Brahms, lol. Y demasiado entusiasta con Bo y Billy. Mención de acoso y asesinato en Michael, pero meh. Solo algo demasiado crack:).

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𝘽𝙤 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙧

♡ No lo va a aceptar, pero es toda una mamá gallina. Si ve que has comido más dulces que otra cosa, está ocultando cada cosa con azúcar en casa.

♡ "Cuida tu maldita salud, (Y/N). Estamos en medio de la nada y no hay un médico hasta pueblos más adelante".

♡ Si le das ojos de cachorro tratará de ser fuerte, pero en el momento que ve tus ojos brillar con lágrimas, te está dando un dulce.

♡ "Este es el último en el día"

♡ Una mentira completa, sigues mirándolo de esa forma y termina por liberar todos tus dulces. Sabe que tus lágrimas son falsas, pero no puede con tu mirada triste.

♡ Vincent y Lester se burlan porque se ha convertido en todo un blando, pero él los despide con alguna grosería o amenaza.

♡ Te verá correr por todo el pueblo cuando tengas una recarga de azúcar. No te ayudará si tropiezas, de hecho te tirara en cara que es tu culpa.

♡ Eso no te detiene y te tienen causando estragos en su taller. Finge molestia, pero por dentro es feliz de tenerte parloteando, tocando y moviendo todo en el lugar.

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♡ Al final del día se sentarán en la sala a ver televisión juntos y si aún tienes algo de energía para seguir hablando, te dará en qué ocupar tu boca.

♡ Ese es su pene. Él ha visto cómo tienes cierta preferencias por morder y chupar cosas, así que sabe que tienes una fijación oral.

♡ No necesita decirte mucho, solo abrirá su uniforme lo suficiente para liberarse, porque este hombre va al comando y tú no dudarás en sentarte a sus pies y tomarlo.

♡ Te gusta darle un oral. Pero el hecho de arrodillarse a sus pies, meter su pene en tu boca y quedarte quieta amamantando? De solo pensarlo te sientes completamente húmeda ahí abajo.

♡ Es mucho mejor cuando te da caricias en el cabello y te dice lo buena chica que eres. Sigues sin moverte, pero chupara un poco más fuerte, iluminada por los halagos.

𝙍𝙕 ! 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙈𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨

♡ ¡Compañeros para comer dulces! No te sientas mal, (Y/N), pero fue una de las cosas que evito que te matara en un inicio.

♡ Vivías sola y aunque parecía tenías algo de pelea en ti, te consideraba débil y fácil de llevar. Hasta que en sus rutinas de acoso noto que consumías dulces, demasiados dulces.

♡ Su niño interior le dijo que tenías dulces eternos, no había días en los que no estuviera comiendo dulces desde la mañana hasta la noche, no sabía de dónde venía, pero podría preguntar.

♡ Te asustaría como la mierda, pero cuando vieras que solo venía por tus dulces, estarías encantada con su presencia y no dudarías en compartir con alguien igual de adicto.

♡ No te va a cuidar como Bo, si deseas vivir de puro azúcar, es tu decisión. Hasta que te enfermas y piensa que si te vas se quedará sin dulces. "Debes vivir, (Y/N)".

♡ Se meterán en peleas por ver quién se queda el último dulce de la casa. Es engreído y piensa que ganará, hasta que el dulce ha desaparecido y solo te ve masticar con una sonrisa de comemierda.

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♡ Este hombre vive para tu boca y castigarte, más si te has comido el último dulce. No dudará en sacar su pene y obligarte a arrodillarte ante él.

♡ Este no es un momento agradable donde sólo lo calentaras, no. Va a follar tu boca como si fuera la última vez que podría hacerlo. Y con su ritmo, posiblemente si pase un tiempo sin poder pedirte que lo hagan de nuevo.

♡ No será considerado ni te dará tiempo para adaptarte, te hará tomarlo y empujarla constantemente hasta que tu nariz toque su vello púbico.

♡ En algún momento te dejará tener el control y permitirte chupar y lamer como desees. También ama como lo sujetas entre tus dos manos, mientras chupas y le dices que podrías vivir sin paletas mientras tengas tu pene.

♡ Son raros, pero supongo que funcionan.

𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙢𝙨 𝙃𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙚

♡ Te mimara comprandote todos los dulces que tu corazón pueda desear. Es rico y sus padres no están para vigilarlo, así que no duda en agregar a su despensa unos cuantos dulces.

♡ No comerá junto contigo, pero disfruta verte correr y jugar con el muñeco Brahms en uno de tus subidones de azúcar. Al principio le preocupaba que lo rompieras, pero a pesar de todo, sigues siendo cuidadosa.

♡ Cuando sale de las paredes, bueno, el mismo proceso. Lo harás correr alrededor de la casa mientras hablas a una milla por hora y comes dulce tras dulce.

♡ Ve que te acabas rápido lo que pide, así que tienen que aumentar la cantidad de dulces a pedir en su mandado.

♡ Malcom no sabe quién está comiendo tantos dulces. Siempre actúas tan tranquilo con él y te mira raro cuando dices que son para Brahms, pero lo acepta.

♡ Tú debes cuidarlo y le molesta tener que cuidarte, pero lo hará si ve que el comer tantos dulces empieza a darte dolor de estómago y pondrá un pie en el suelo. Pequeño mocoso responsable.

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♡ Cuando no estás comiendo dulces, corriendo por la casa o pasando un tiempo sano con él, te tiene entre sus piernas, chupando.

♡ No sabe si fue cómo comerías tus paletas o tu lengua pasando por tus labios, pero en un momento estarías con una paleta en tu boca y al siguiente con su pene en ella.

♡ Le pedirías un aviso la próxima vez o algún indicio, no sólo que tenga el pene fuera y te está arrodillando. 😩

♡ Pero es una pequeña perra y seguirá llegando a ti solo esperando que lo complazcas. Debería estar agradecido de que también te guste mucho hacer orales o le estarías pateando el trasero.

♡ Habrá momentos en los que están a nada de ser sorprendidos por Malcom en dicha diversión, pero es igual de emocionante que estar causando estragos en la mansión Heelshire.

𝘽𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙇𝙚𝙣𝙯

♡ Al igual que con Michael, ¡compañeros para comer dulces! Si es antes de que las chicas de la hermandad "murieran" se fueran, alguien tendrá que controlarlos en su subidón de azúcar.

♡ Las chicas tendrán que quitarte el celular, porque con todo el dulce que has comido, bien podrías estar días gritando de un lado a otro.

♡ Le compartes dulces a escondidas. Subes al ático y no le pides salir, simplemente dejas un plato lleno de dulces y una comida.

♡ "Pensé que te gustaría comer sin tener que salir, Billy". Está completamente enamorado de ti por tu consideración y te invitará a pasar más tiempo en persona. No te cuestiones cuando vivas más en el ático que en tu habitación.

♡ A veces comen tantos dulces y están tan llenos de energía, que deben recordar guardar silencio si no quieren ser atrapados. Pero la ingesta de dulces no se detiene.

♡ Las chicas no saben qué haces haya arriba, pero The Moaner no ha llamado y tú no has estado pegado al celular gritándole, así que no les interesa, solo callate.

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♡ Todo un acto descuidado y descuidado entre los dos. Nunca le han dado un oral y tú nunca has tenido el control sobre los que has dado, aún así te gusta hacerlo.

♡ Podrá soltar todo tipo de cosas obscenas por teléfono y como te follara, pero nuestro chico en el ático no tiene mucha experiencia.

♡ La primera vez él no podrá detener sus gemidos y chillidos desesperados. "Mi bonito cerdito", "Billy se siente tan bien, haces sentir tan bien a Billy", "Billy está follando la boca de bonita (Y/N)" y otras galimatías más sin sentido saldrán de él.

♡ En su éxtasis enterrara sus manos en tu cabello y te empujara de forma descuidada. No es del todo rudo, pero es errático y persigue su propio placer. Pero te encanta como jala tu cabello y te empuja, así que no importa.

♡ Su pene no es ni grande ni chico, es completamente perfecto para que te folle sin que te moleste mucho o para que te recuestes en el sillón entre sus piernas y lo chupes sin prisa mientras ven televisión.

♡ Billy te ama, pero si puede tener tu boca sobre su pene todos los días, todos los días te pedirá chuparlo.

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