#[ drabbles; sawyer ]

[calmcoldevening]

Why did they want to keep you with them? (slashers x reader)

TW! Mention of rape and abuse

Michael Myers

• Michael came to your house to kill you.

• He was prevented by one scene: you were crying and screaming, trying to escape from the grip of your "boyfriend", who forcibly undressed you. Disgusting attempted rape.

• Michael lay low, watching you for a while, watching your pleas and futile attempts to escape. Your gaze reflected the pain of betrayal. This was different from what Myers saw in the eyes of his victims during the murders.

• You reminded him of his mother. Michael grew up around women, and he saw how his mother often cried at night after a particularly hard shift at "work". And although he didn't feel anything towards you at that moment, he understood that it was wrong.

• In place of you and this guy, Michael saw Deborah and Ronnie. And he couldn't stand this sofa imbecile. Such a vile, cruel and disgusting person is not worthy of life, right?

• When he was done with the guy, Myers came up to you and squatted down. You, clearly still on the verge of hysteria and loss of consciousness, clung to his shoulders, burying your face in a blue jumpsuit. Michael didn't know how to react, he didn't feel anything, but something inside was telling him to comfort.

• The voices behaved strangely. At any other time they would have said kill, but not now. And only the mother's voice stood out among this gray series of sounds: "Calm her, Michael."

Bubba Sawyer

• That day you were traveling with Sally, her brother and friends. You've been pretty distant. You were always stressed out by such noisy companies, but Pam begged you, as one of her best friends, to go with them.

• When a strange hitchhiker jumps into your van, you are attracted to his behavior. Why is he so jumpy? Sick in the head? Perhaps. Your fears are confirmed when he snatches a knife from Franklin and cuts open his hand. You look at his distraught face and run up to him, thinking how to stop the blood faster. After walking in for a while, you grab your backpack and take out bandages and some ointments that you bought earlier at the nearest pharmacy. As carefully as possible, you rub his palm and wrap a clean bandage on top. Nubbins, as you will find out later, looks at you with shock and incomprehension.

• When you become one of the Sawyers' victims, it becomes a choice who they want to put at the table as a guest during a dinner party. The choice falls on you and Sally.

• Nubbins immediately recognizes you and begins to actively tell his brothers something. Did you help Nubbins? Bubba is impressed. You didn't offend his brother, but on the contrary, you showed sympathy!

• Bubba is heading towards you (you and Sally are sitting on the infamous bone sofa). He touches your cheek with his thick finger, and you smile nervously. You're ready to cry from fear right now; your lips are trembling, but no tears are flowing. Bubba repeats his action, this time stroking your chin. He smacks his lips strangely from time to time; you can see his crooked teeth.

• To be honest, Nubbins and Drayton never understood why their brother left you, but he continued to be adamant, carefully taking you to his room. He untied your limbs only in the late afternoon, when he was sure he could keep an eye on you.

Vincent Sinclair

• You came to Ambrose and decided to go to the store for a snack. Bo immediately called out to you and offered to go to his house. The boy is cute, smiling — why not?

• When you entered the Sinclair house, you immediately realized that the guy, or guys, it seems he had brothers, had not had proper care and care for a long time: all the rooms were dusty, and the kitchen was littered with dirty dishes and empty boxes of instant food.

• Without thinking twice, you decided to first clear the space a little, and then concoct something in a hurry. In the end, Bo gave it the go-ahead.

• While you are washing the dishes, a strong blow is heard upstairs, and then Bo's angry screams. You hurriedly wipe your hands and almost run to the second floor. Slowly approaching the right room, you hear Bo's furious voice. "Fuck, couldn't you've been more careful, huh? Now she's definitely gonna run away, damn it. And all because of you, bastard!". Then there was a thud.

• You run into the room and see Bo towering over a long-haired guy. He fell on his ass and pressed his hands to his face. You rush to him and help him up. "Are you okay? What was that? Does anything hurt?" you shower the man with questions and only now notice that his face is wearing a mask.

• "Get away from him. And you, freak, move it. You don't want to get another slap in the face, do you?". You frown and stand in front of the guy, blocking him from Bo. You let the long-haired one lean on your shoulder. "Don't yell at him. Can't you see that he's sick?".

• The only thing Vincent can think about at this moment is how you protect him, not afraid to raise your voice to Bo, and what kind of affectionate and warm hands you have. You gently hold him by his broad back, and even through the mask he feels a pleasant scent of perfume. Maybe I shouldn't kill you?

Bo Sinclair

• You arrived in Ambrose with your friends. Although, they could hardly be called that. They were extremely toxic and called you names all the time.

• Your car needed an inspection: while driving, something was knocking violently under the hood, so when one of the guys talked to Lester, you drove into town.

• This place seemed nice enough to you, even though it looked a little creepy and abandoned.

• When Bo was talking to a guy from your company who was driving a car, he saw a young man yelling at you and sometimes swinging. Bo frowned, but did not show his mood change to others. "Why doesn't the girl go to our local "House of Wax"? This place will really make you want to stay" Bo joked, pointing towards a hill near the city. You went in the indicated direction with a clear desire to distract yourself from these vile people, leaving your pseudo-friends in the care of Bo.

• A little later you will discover that all your companions have mysteriously "left", leaving you in this city all alone to fend for yourself.

• Bo will calm you down and try in every possible way to show that you can trust him (what's there, you cried into his vest, and he gently stroked you on the back). The man was grinning.

• In fact, he just saw himself in you at that moment. He remembered how his parents treated him brutally, chained him to a chair with stones and constantly set an example for his younger brother. Something about you, so shrinking and scared, seemed to him exciting and interesting. Perhaps he found in your eyes the same feelings that he experienced in his life, there was something familiar about you, even native, that made him want to protect you and fence you off from these terrible people.

Well i love them too much hah. I wrote this with my ex-girlfriend a long time ago, so I was not sure if it was worth posting. But what's done is done. These boys are too cute for me not to write this one. So have a good day :)

#slashers x reader #slashers #fanfic #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #drabble #michael myers x reader #michael myers #michael myers rz #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #slashers x you #well i love them all

[creepling]

sawyer/slaughter family using captured!reader for sex

tags: dead dove - read at your own risk. smut - MDNI. gn!reader. all family seperate. bondage. rough sex. petplay. underwear sniffing. somnophilia. cannibalism-ment. aftercare (only with bubba).

harddom!johnny being your capturer but liking everyone having his way with you. his possessive attitude dampening over time and your novelty wearing off. leaving you chained in random parts of the house and going on with his day, coming back to see you exhausted, ready to have his turn with you. hanging you in his shack by the wrists, littering your body with bite marks, bonding your limbs with rope, using you like a glorified piece of meat. fucking your holes until their raw, amused by your moans mixed with screams. fucking you dumb until he undoes your restraints, making you crawl on your knees, and face fuck you until he blows his load over your face.

softdom!nubbins playing with your holes while you sleep, holding in his giggles as you squirm in your slumber, awed at your wetness under his touch. dry humping your leg until you wake up, basking in your surprise until you succumb to him. prying your legs open to enter his hard, meek dick. rutting into you like a desperate puppy, his moans sounding like sobs. praising your body, thanking you for letting you fuck him, pleading that he is not worthy of your body. but he never slows his pace, slamming his hips rapidly until he cums, careless on where his load lands; dripping on your leg pathetically.

femdom!sissy treating you like a little pet, playing with your hair and adorning a leash around your neck. using you as a foot stool while she lounges around the house, snapping her fingers when she wants your attention. pinning you to the floor and fucking your tongue, riding your face as you gasp for air. pulling at the lead when you disobey, demanding you to be a good little kitty/doggie and lick her cunt. when you're good for her, she lets you sleep with her and ride her thigh, mewling over your whimpers, pleasuring you when you're too fucked out to think. only letting you cum when you beg for her.

perv!drayton never laying a finger on you, but goes down to clean your cell, cursing at the mess you leave. wishing you were never here and degrading your existence. you're better off being their next meal, but now he don't wanna eat you now you're the family's cum dump. without you looking, he steals your underwear for his own possession. taking it back to his room, inhaling your scent, cursing his old age for not getting it up and letting him have pleasure. his body unresponsive, but his mind wild with thoughts about you.

scene-dom!bubba the one you have to anticipate the most, brace your frail, sore body for his manhandling. he tries to be gentle, bubbling concern noises at your winces of pain. stroking your face, but his heavy hand rough on your skin. wearing his pretty woman mask and wanting you to match, sloppily apply makeup to your face, red lipstick smudged along the corner of your mouth. he cheers at his masterpiece, ready to fuck his pretty little thing, sheepishly revealing his fat dick. the sight of it intimidating, his heavy build engulfing you, his large girth stretching you out. his thrusts slow but heavy, pummelling his whole length inside you, bubbling at the way you tense around him. he gets overstimulated from the pleasure, his moans frantic. he finishes inside you, cockwarming until he goes limb, letting you lay on his lap with his arms around you, not wanting to let you go just yet and milking all the time he has with his little play toy.

#texas chainsaw massacre #tcm game #johnny slaughter x reader #sissy slaughter x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #leatherface x reader #nubbins sawyer x reader #drayton sawyer x reader #tcm drabbles #creepling.brainrot

[struckd0wn]

Could you make s'more Johnny Sawyer/Slaughter content pls? There's legit zero to none f'him with m/ftm readers, your kinktober fic of'him is the first i've seen in the time span the game's been out /(;^;)\

a/n: I am so sorry I am just now getting to this, I'm also sorry if this is not exactly what you imagined for a fic, I was just thinking off the top of my head lol

Tw: blood and cannibalism

Bath time - Johnny Sawyer

You're covered in deep crimson blood. It drips off of you, seeping into you clothes. It's smeared all over your skin, you face and arms getting the worst of it. You had helped with the weekly dismembering, chopping up bodies the family would eat for dinner. You still refused to eat the flesh of strangers, opting for eggs you'd get from the chickens around the farm.

Johnny comes up from behind you, wrapping his muscular arms around you. "Nice job baby," The taller male whispers into your ear, kissing along the crook of your neck. "Your so hot when you're dripping in blood, you look so badass." Your boyfriend teases, turning you around in his arms so he can meet your eyes. You complain about the mess, annoyed from the strong metallic smell that was starting to give you a headache.

Although Johnny didn't really mind the mess, he didn't know if he wanted to deal with you begin irritated for the rest of the day so he drags you into the house. You're careful to not touch anything once inside, not wanting to dirty anything as you walk up the stairs and to the bathroom.

The bathroom is poorly lit, not extremely clean but it's not to terrible. It's small, Johnny takes up a lot of the space as he undresses, throwing his bloodied clothes all over the floor. You think to scold him, the clothes would surely mess up the floor but you don't say anything, turning your back to the large male as you strip. You hear John shuffle behind you, placing his large hands on the waistband of you jeans, jeans that were actually his. He slides them over you hips, letting them drop the the floor with a soft thud.

His hands roam along you sides and abdomen, fingers further smearing the blood on your soft skin. You want to enjoy his touch but when his bare chest meats you back you can feel the blood on him rub of on you, pushing him of with a gentle jab to his gut with you elbow. You lover laughs playfully, turning the shower on to warm. You cover yourself with the best of your ability, and although you shouldn't be so self-conscious (seeing as Johnny has seen you in such vulnerable states before), you can't help but feel a little insecure in comparison to him.

Johnny has much more muscle mass then you, his chest and back are defined from hard work on the farm. His legs as strong and he shoulders broad. Top surgery had helped your dysphoria a bit but now everytime you look at your boyfriend you felt a bit jealous, or maybe even a yearning. Johnny, of course, was oblivious to this. He was brought up extremely sheltered, only able to get out to hunter for dinner.

Johnny hadn't seen much trans people at all and to be fair he didn't really understand but always respected people regardless. You've tried to explain to him but he just hasn't fully grasped the concept yet, doesn't understand why you'd be jealous of his physique. John thinks you're stunning regardless.

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The two of you sit in the tub together, deciding after your shower to just relaxe a bit in the bath. The bathtub is small, Johnny has to bend his legs at the knee to fit, you sit in between his legs, leaning against his strong chest. His hand rake through you wet hair, almost sending you to sleep. "Don't fall asleep on me now." A chuckle rumbles through his chest, making the water ripple around you.

Johnny shuffles underneath you, his fingers hold you tight against him. He kisses the nape of your neck, his callused hands kneed the soft flesh of your thighs from under the water. You turn to your side, looking at your boyfriend as he lazily drags his hands all over you. He watches your flustered expression as he caresses you, smirking down at you wildly. The bigger male grabs hold of your waist, turning you so you face him directly.

You struggle to straddling Johnny in the cramped bathtub, but you manage. He pulls you into him, kissing you roughly as the water around you sloshed around. He palms at the flesh of you ass, squeezing it softly. You moan pathetically into his mouth when you feel his erection throb underneath you. John moves a hand off of you ass, bringing it to your front and inbetween the both of you. He runs his fingers through you folds, the sensation of water adding additional wetness to your already leaking cunt. You moan again, only louder, your lover chuckles deeply, pressing another quick kiss to your swollen lips. "You'll have to keep quiet, we don't know who's all in the house."

You blush brightly at the thought of the others hearing you. You know Drayton is probably in the house, either cooking food or tidying up the kitchen. Bubba would most likely be outside, but you're unsure of where Nubbins and Sissy might be. While you're distracted the man below you slides a finger into you pussy, brushing against the spot that drives you insane. He smiled as you try to keep quiet, shoving your face into the crook of his neck to do so.

Johnny groans lowly after hearing you moan his name, feeling you rub against his erection needely as he fucks you on his long fingers. He hoped to tease you a bit longer but he really can't help himself. The bigger male removes his fingers from your cunt but he's sure to replace it soon after with the tip of his cock. You whine as he pushes into your heat, filling you effortlessly. "Fuck baby, you feel so good." He purrs, holding your ass in both hands and he grinds you against his cock.

The strain of trying to keep quiet almost gives you a headache, biting down on your boyfriends collarbone to hush yourself. Johnny hisses at the pain, laughing at your futile attempts. "You know what, let then hear you. I want them to hear how good I fuck you." He teases, watching you turn bright red at the thought. You shake your head no, biting down on him harder to maybe silence his teasing. He continues regardless, lifting you up and down on his cock, the water around the two of you splashing slightly, some ever spilling out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor.

"You looked so hot earlier, dripping in blood," John reminds you, mouth falling open in a silent groan, composing himself before he continues to talk. "It got me so hard, it was difficult to keep working. I was waiting for this." Your lover continues to ramble on, thrusting up into you harshly. "Next time will you let me fuck you like that, covered in blood." The thought eggs him on, speeding up as he imagines it. You can't even respond, fucked dumb on his shaft as he plows into your wet cunt.

Inevitably it was impossible for you to stay quiet, and to be fair John was being much louder than you anyways. What a hypocrite. Your orgasms coils in the pit of you stomach, you grow louder and louder, ultimately forgetting your embarrassment and need to be quite. His name spills from your lips, whining loudly before you cum, shaking in his strong arms.

Johnny curses profanities, feeling your pussy clench and pulse around him in result of your orgasm. His grip on you is tight, leaving bruises on your soft flesh. "Yeah just like that darling." He mumbles, it doesn't take long for Johnny to cum, filling you full of his warm seed. He uses you to ride out his orgasm, making you cry out in overstimulation.

The water stills and both of your laboured breaths filll the small room. You whince as the bigger man pulls you off of him, soiling the water with a mixture of both of your juices.

After a bit, johnny stands, pulling you up with him. He dries you off gently before wrapping the towel around your naked form, tying his own towel around his waist. He kisses you sweetly on the forehead, draining the tub before leading you twords the bathroom door.

You almost run right into the figure on the other side, Johnny has to stop you with a strong arm. Bubba stands there awkwardly, silent as per usual. You hold the towel against yourself tightly, averting your gaze in embarrassment. "Hey, don't you know it's weird to ease drop!" Johnny exclaims, pushing the masked man to the side.

"There's no need too, we could all hear you anyways." You hear Sissy scoffs as she descends the wooden staircase.

Well, dinner tonight was going to be awkward.

#smut #ftm reader #trans reader #johnny slaughter x reader #transmasc reader #drabbles #sub male reader #johnny sawyer x reader #slasher smut #slasher x reader

[g0thl3zz]

Slashers asking their S/O to sing for them

Various! Slashers x GN Reader (fluff hcs + Drabbles)

2.7k words, 14.7k characters

A//N: Not really proofread but I wrote this over the span of like 3 months bc I'm lazy. Okay? Okay. Enjoy c:

INCLUDES: Peepaw Michael, RZ! Michael, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, All three Sinclair brothers, Poly! Ghostface, Billy Lenz, & Brahms Heelshire!

Peepaw Myers

Doesn't really care

Kinda just silently waits for you to notice him and stop

He'll listen, but won't pester you to sing for him like Bubba or Brahms would

  Michael was out- so you had decided to get some chores around the house knocked out when he was doing, well… whatever it was he did when he went out. You had already done the kitchen, so you had moved onto the laundry, starting with Michael's, first. You tried not to get overwhelmed by the smell of dried up blood on his clothes and had set your mind on singing a simple tune while you loaded up the washer, one you had heard from t.v a while ago that had lingered in your head since. You slammed the washer shut after putting in detergent and as much bleach as was safe before turning to the door, jumping a bit when you see Michael there, covered with blood splatters. "Oh gosh, go! Go change out of that, quickly. So I can throw it in the washer too." You state. He stares at you, just standing there looking at you. You would have thought him a statue if not for his chest moving with his every breath. You sigh. "C'mon Michael, I'll change you this time." You say, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the bathroom. From then on, you would catch him peeking into the laundry room whenever you would put a load in to wash, secretly hoping to catch you singing, even humming. Though, he would never outright ask you to sing for him, he appreciates it when you do.

RZ Michael Myers

Absolutely LOVES it when you sing

He loves your voice, if he walks in on you singing, he'll walk over and hug you gently from behind, rocking with you and happily humming along.

He expects you to sing for him when you guys lay down to sleep

He WILL fall asleep like a baby if you sing to him

   You were taking a shower while Michael was out of the house. You had left the door open since you were the only one home, and you allowed yourself to sing as loud as you wished. As you dried your hair off, you nearly jumped into the ceiling when you felt a pair of big arms wrap around you- still in your birthday suit. "Jesus, Mike. Back already? What happened?" You said with a sigh, pulling away to get dressed. Or, attempting to pull away. "Baby, let me get dressed then we can talk about it, okay?" You say, tugging at his arms. He shakes his head, briefly giving a quiet hum while staring at you. A grin takes over your face as you turn around in his arms. "You want me to sing?" He nods. "Alright, then." You told him before starting off with a soft love song, and Michael began swaying side to side, you still in his arms. You let yourself relax into his hold as you sang to him, hoping he would do this to you more often.

Bubba Sawyer

Also loves when you sing.

In the shower together? Better sing to him. Going to sleep? Better sing for him. In the kitchen? Better bust out a tune.

Will drag you to the farm to sing for the chickens.

Loves when you sing sitting on the couch. He'll lay his head in your lap and let you play with his hair. This drives him absolutely crazy.

  You had woken up earlier than usual, and had managed to escape Bubba's iron grip in bed to go to the kitchen and cook something for breakfast. You sung to yourself, since it was just you and the sleeping man in the house at the moment. As you stirred eggs, you sung "Wise men say," You sway from side to side with a gentle smile "only fools rush in." You feel arms wrapping around you, swaying with you. As you stirred the eggs, you reached a hand up behind you to cup his cheek, your smile growing ever-wider. "But I can't help, falling in love," You slow the song down considerably, putting down your spatula to turn around and wrap your arm around Bubba's neck. "With" You sung as the two of you swayed in a romantic dance. "You~" you finish, snuggling your face into his big 'ol chest. You hear him make the cutest little happy noises and look up. "I'll sing for you more often, my love. Now, I'm sure the eggs are done. Go get some plates." From then on, you kept your promise. When you washed his hair in the bath, singing a song for him. Whilst cooking or helping with chores, he urged you to sing. In front of his family? He wanted to show you off like his prized possession- which you indeed were.

Thomas Hewitt

Would happily sit in the room sewing masks while you sing.

His ideal evening? Sitting in a rocking chair on the porch, you on his lap while you sing to him.

He would have you sit at the table singing while him and Luda Mae cool instead of turning on the radio

 You walked back into the house, sweating from simply walking down the road to pick some wildflowers for the house. Typical Texas heat- that you still had yet to become so used to. At least it was cooler in the house, air conditioner or not. As you wiped the sweat from your face with your shirt, you noticed the sweet sounds of food being cooked- along with the accompaniment of a lady crooning an old tune from the staticky radio Luda Mae kept. A smile had begun to dawn on your face as you began humming along, slowly turning into you singing along to the music the closer you got to the kitchen. You stood in the doorway, singing and watching as Thomas looked up from the cutting board, a smile being evident from behind his mask through his eyes. You walked over, giving him a side hug as you kept singing. You were glad for the little moments like this. 

Bo Sinclair

Would pretend like he doesn't care

 But would urge you to keep singing

"No, no, don't mind me." As he walks past you to get something as slowly as possible

Would begin stealing cds from the cars of victims to give you a wider variety of music

"These? Oh , nahh. Just wanted to… start a collection. Always good to have a broad taste, eh?"

   Bo was down at the garage- so you had decided to use this opportunity to clean the house. It was… messy, to say the least. You couldn't begin to guess when the place was last cleaned. You managed to dig up a cd player and a stack of cds early on into cleaning, so you set that up so you could jam out as you began sorting stuff from trash and placing clothes into hampers. You were happy some of the cds you found belonged to familiar artists,so you sang along as you cleaned, not hearing the door open or the thud of his boots walking up the living room, which you were currently cleaning. Behind you, he turned off the stereo and asked. "What are you doing?" "OH! Oh gosh you scared me, what are you doing back so early?" You asked, turning around to him after your small shock. "Came back to get something. You sing?" He asked, nudging one of the piles you had made with his boot. "Aht! Don't do that! I spent so long just to get this this point. Gosh, just decided to clean up. Clean house equals a clean mind, right?" He nodded with a "hmm. Well, don't mind me. I'll be in and out." He said with a nod, pressing play on the stereo before thumping upstairs to the room. You watch him leave before turning back around and placing more trash in the bag. After a few minutes, you turn to skip the song and see Bo standing there, watching you from the base of the stairs. You pause it, once again and call out. "Changed your mind about going back?" "Nah, why ain't ya singing?" "Oh- uhm, I was just gonna skip this song. Why, you like my singing~?" He pinkens a bit and turns to the door, opening it up and telling you "Psssh, nah. I just hoped I didn't ruin your mood. Well, I'm off now." And with that, he leaves. You shake your head as a smile finds its way onto your face. He was clearly lying, but you were glad he was happy. 

Vincent Sinclair

Would watch you sing

Wouldn't bother you, just sitting there nicely

Would ask you to come down to the museum to sing for him while he works on sculptures.

Would start making you little sculptures based off the songs you sing

Would dig around in the attic for sheet music for you to sing- even though it's meant for the piano.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt the taps on your shoulder. You turned off the potter's wheel and turned back to see Vincent standing there, holding a stack of paper to his chest with one hand and signing with the other. 'I found these' Since your hands were caked with clay, you opted to speak. "Okay… what is it?" 'Music' "Oh gosh," You started. "Again? Vincent, I can't sing piano music-there aren't even any lyrics!" You exclaimed. The masked man deflated a big, still staring at you. The silence stretched on for a minute before you sighed. "Fine, fine! Let me wash off first then I'll take a look at it." You stood to your feet. Vincent followed close behind you, anticipating hearing your voice once again. You went to the sink in the basement and washed your hands off and wiped them on your pants. "Let's go upstairs- too hot in here." You say and take the sheets from his hands. You read the music as you two walk up the stairs, nodding and quietly humming the notes to yourself. Once you're back on the ground level, your plop yourself on the couch and look over at him. "Since there aren't any lyrics, I can only hum it." You tell him. 'That's fine, I just wanna hear you…' He signs, and you could feel your heart melt. 'I love you' You sign, then begin the song. It was low and quiet at first, then began swelling with a crescendo all the way to forte and stayed mostly on the lower side of the octave. You finished quickly, a short but sweet piece. By the end, Vincent had laid his head down in your lap, and by the way his chest rose and his eye was closed, you could tell he had fallen asleep. "I've been played," You whisper.

Lester Sinclair

"Oh gee, sweetpea. You have the voice of an angel!"

Would get a goofy grin when you would sing for him, looking at you so happily

Would take you and Jonesy with him to go clean up the roadkill, insisting you sing instead of playing the radio.

 "No, no! I insist, y'all come. Just sing summn real purtty like ya' do n we'll have a ball!" He spoke. "...Really Lester?" You questioned the man. "Yes! I'm as serious as a dead man!" He exclaims. You couldn't help but break into a smile, rolling your eyes playfully and standing from where you had been sitting. "... Fiiiine, I guess! Just because you asked so nicely… andforjonesy” You finally complied with him, adding the last part in a quick whisper. “What’d ya say?” “NOTHIIING!! I’ll be in the car for when you’re ready to go!” You say, skipping out as the black and white pitbull trots next to you. You get to his truck and toss the passenger door open, letting Jonesy hop inside before getting in and closing the door behind yourself. Lester soon follows, turning the car, though it takes a few tries for it to rumble to life. When it finally does, he opens the glove compartment and begins the drive. "All 'O ma CDs in there, put on whatever ya' like." He hums, glancing over at you before petting Jonesy and continuing the drive. You do as he says- rifling through his CD collection before pulling out a Frank Sinatra CD. "Sinatra, really?" You ask him. "Well- yea. Found it in a broke down car." "Mhhhm, sure." You laugh and insert it into the player. You begin quietly. "L, is for the way you look," You poke his jaw playfully. "At me~" You can see him glancing over at you before looking back at the dirt road, a smile blossoming onto his face. "O is for the only one, I see. V is very very" You pet Jonesy. "Extraordinary. E is even more than anyone that you adore can!" You finish and can't help but admire Lester's grin. "Oh gosh, baby. You're the best." He says quietly, thinking about how lucky and happy he is. You wished you could etch this moment in stone, and keep it alive forever. 

Poly! Ghostface (Billy+Stu)

Billy would tell you to shut tf up (doesn’t really mean it)

Stu would ignore him and encourage you to sing more for them

(stu) Would record you singing in the shower & show you later

Stu would set up karaoke night

Billy would hate it 

“I’m not fucking doing karaoke. It’s stupid.” (ends up doing it anyways)

Billy would sing the tequila song

 “No- no- look! Karaoke is a great idea. Bill. (y/n) already said yes. Don’t be such a party pooper.” “Yeah, Bill~. Don’t be such a party pooper!” You chime in. You could practically hear his eyes roll to the back of his head. “….Fine.'' After a long pause. You and Stu rejoiced, the blonde man pulling you both into a bear hug. "We're gonna have so much fun man!". Skip three hours later. Stu had ran to the store, got a karaoke machine  and every snack you could think of- soda, chips, popcorn, lofthouse cookies (WHICH ARE GREAT AND I WILL FIGHT YOU ON THAT), and candy. You and Billy had surfed through all of your combined CD and cassette collection for songs you wanted to sing- or simply vibe too.  Once Stu had come back, the two insisted you sing first. "No, god why me! Why can't you go, Stu?" "heyyy, man. Majority rules, and Me 'n Bills wanna hear your sweet sweeeet voice." You groaned, h=face growing warmer at the statement, but nonetheless you went first, you had a song picked out and began singing, closing your eyes as you began to sway and feel the beat. By the time the song had ended, Stu was all over you, hands underneath your shirt and swaying with you. Billy was sitting back and watching from the couch with a smirk. "Looks like the show's just getting started~" He crooned. 

Billy Lenz 

Would call and ask you to sing for him

Would be happy and start crying when you end up going to the attic to sing to him in person.

"Pretty piggie singing for Billy! Oh piggie is so pretty!" 

Yea that's all I got

Ily tho Billy my beloved

Brriiiing. The phone rung, filling your house with the annoying pitch. "I'm coming!" Calling out to the house, knowing you were alone besides for him. You pick up the receiver and hold it up to your ear answering with a "Hello?" "Piggie! Pretty piggie!" You hear a feral-sounding voice from the other end. "Lala! La la la la la~" You hear the voice say. "Billy, I'm going up there-" "Pig-!" You put the receiver back up and make your way to the basement, climbing up the ladder and entering, seeing brown eyes peeking at you from behind a box. "Billy, if you want me to sing for you, just ask. You don't have to stay in the attic y'know?" You pull yourself up and walk over to the man, sitting beside him on the dusty floor. His big eyes well up with tears. "Oh- piggy. Billy loves the pretty piggy." "I love you too Billy." You say, pulling him into a hug before taking him downstairs with you. You put a CD into the stereo and jamming out to "Mariah Carey' Christmas hits" While finishing up the dishes, Billy sitting on the counter next to you and kicking his feet happily.

Brahms Heelshire

Would try and make you sing opera

"It's in Italian"

"But it's my favorite!"

Begging you on his KNEES

"Look- Brahmsy. You know I can't speak French. How do you expect me to sing this?" "B-but! It has everything you just have to read and sing!" You look at him with warning in your eye. "Brahms." You say firmly. He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. "Well- I'm not going to bed until you do!" He says, throwing the blankets off of him and sits on the bed with his back facing you. "Ugh, Brahms. I can sing you anything else." You say and reach out to put a hand on his shoulder. He shrugs your hand off with a "Hmph!" "Really? You're gonna do this to me?" You say, no response. Silent treatment. "Okay- okay. Fine, just give me a few minutes." You tell him. You pick up the sheet music, skimming through the notes and rests before your eyes fall below the staffs to the lyrics. It didn't look too bad, you wouldn't be able to sing it perfectly but at least ya'd be able to sing it somewhat decently. "Do you have it on record, so I can sing to the music, at least?" You ask. Silently, your companion rises from his seat and takes a vinyl out from the cover, placing it on the record player and setting the needle on the record. A wonderful duet of viola and cello croon from the speaker and fill the air. You keep up with the sheet music and begin at your cue, singing softly instead of the opera style it's meant to be performed in. "L'amour est un oiseau rebelle, Que nul ne peut apprivoiser." After only five measures, you feel Brahms come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and buries his bare face in the crook of your neck, swaying to the beat. You stop, looking behind you and seeing his porcelain mask on the bed. A smile invades your face as you bring your hands up to hold his. "I love… you," He whispers softly. You stay like that until the record ends. 

#slasher x reader #slashers x gn reader #michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface x reader #billy lenz x reader #slasher various #headcannons #drabbles #poly!ghostface x reader #slasher fluff #my writing #slasher x gender neutral reader #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader #g0thl3zz

[beezerbuzzin]

A Little Johnny Slaughter Drabble

When I wrote this it was very heat of the moment, so it's fairly short but I hope you guys enjoy!! MDNI!!(18+) and please remember to read the warnings!

WARNINGS: Blood, Blood drinking, Oral

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Johnny comes home after hunting all bloodied and messy, and it drives you fucking insane. Johnny, of course, picks up on your lustful staring each time he returns and feeds into it. His ego adores the gleaming hunger your eyes, fueling his ever-growing erection.

He waltzes over to you, hands falling naturally on the small on your waist as he kisses you, groaning when your lips meet. You bite his bottom lip and tug at his shirt, your need for him growing as the metallic taste of blood floods your senses. Trailing down his jawline, you bite his sweaty skin and breath in his musk while he feels you up, palpating the sensitive skin of your breasts. Johnny smiles and lets out a deep moan, hiding it in a quick laugh.

You continue down, licking the blood from his collarbone, then his shoulder, biting and sucking on the parts of him you know are sensitive. He winces feeling your teeth on the tender bruised flesh of his bicep, and you smile up at him when he pushes your head away from him.

"Tch, if you really want your mouth on me that badly you outta get on your knees, girl."

By now you're trained to do as you're told, knees hitting the rotting wood floors of his tiny shack. Johnny grabs your chin, parting your lips with a scarlet thumb and forcing it inside. The taste of salty iron overwhelms you with desire, lustful eyes flicking up to meet his. A sly grin plants itself on his face, "You want it, darlin'?" You nod slowly, maintaining eye contact with the tall man above you. He removes the digit and unbuckles his belt, unsheathing his throbbing cock. Though it's not bloody, your hand wrapping around the base of it paints his shaft red, perfect for the unsatiable appetite you've developed.

Your hand pumps slowly, rubbing your bottom lip on the glistening tip. Johnny narrows his eyes at you, planting a hand in your hair and using his grip to guide your mouth down his dick. "Mmm, that's it darlin'," tears sting your eyes as you look at him, "Use that pretty little mouth on me."

#johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm game #smut #drabble

[johnnyschainsaw]

If you’re taking requests, can you draw/write Johnny Slaughter adopting a kitten?

Word count: 691

Warnings: none

genre: fluff

I had so much fun writing this one

The small cat looked quite funny, it had short black fur and a long scratch down its cheek and was seemingly missing an eye. Johnny chuckled a bit, noticing the resemblance. Eventually he gave up and walked away. It was after about 3 minutes of walking that he turned around to notice the cat had been following him. Johnny cried out in frustration, picking the cat back up and placing it outside the property fence again before storming off back to his shack. After getting back into bed, ready to sleep again he heard scratching on his door. He swung the door open furiously and a little fuzzy bolt of black shot into his room. Johnny rubbed his eyes in anger and pointed at the feline intruder. “You can stay here just the night until I can put you in my truck and drive you some while away, but if you wake me up I swear I'm gonna gut you like a fish” he muttered before locking his door and getting back in bed.after a little bit he felt his pillow dimple besides him as the cat curled up against his neck. Johnny's cheeks tightened a bit as his mouth curled upwards, y'know he'd always had a soft spot for cats. the next day Johnny chucked the cat into his truck. he grumbled as he attempted to read the map, driving for almost an hour into town. Johnny hopped out of the cabin slamming the door behind him leaving the cat inside. after about 20 minutes Johnny came back with a shiny red collar with a bone shaped tag in his hands. he let out a grunt as hopped back up into the trucks interior and turned to his unlikely roadtrip buddy. Johnny gently snapped the collar around the small cats neck, "I think Shredder suits you" he mumbled under his voice, turning his truck around to head home.

Incessant meowing ripped through Johnny's ears, the high pitched yowling snapping him out of his somewhat peaceful but definitely needed sleep. He threw his pillow over his head in frustration, praying the sound would stop and the damn thing would get eaten by foxes or something. After a little while Johnny eventually fell back asleep, but it felt as if as soon as he drifted away he was snapped out of it almost instantly. He jumped out of bed with a huff, he slid some shoes on, not bothering to put a shirt on or change out of his pyjama pants and walked outside, the brisk night air hit his skin and made him shiver but he had a job to do. he made his way over to the slaughterhouse where he knew the occasional neighbours barn cat would sometimes sneak in at night to steal forgotten offcuts, just one of the downsides with living in a rural farming area. Johnny pulled open the heavy metal door with both hands with a grunt, the tinny clang echoing around the large building. “I'm gonna find you damn thing” he muttered under his breath as he began to search for the source of his insomnia. Johnny peeked under grates, inside boxes, through cracks in the wall but He couldn't find the little bastard. Johnny was about to give up when he felt a hairy thing against his leg, he let out a yell of shock at the unexpected push on his leg jumping back. He shone his flashlight down on the floor and rolled his eyes. The stupid thing was rubbing into him and purring. He bent down and scooped it up under its arms, holding it out like some sort of smelly garbage. “You ain't staying here” he grumbled walking towards the door. Johnny eventually made it to the gate where he placed the cat down outside and slammed the gate behind it. He stood there waiting for it to leave so he could be sure it wouldn't be keeping him awake, but surprisingly the cat just sat there staring at Johnny. “go on git” he waved the cat away hoping to frighten it away. but, the cat just sat there, purring loudly and staring.

#johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre game #tcm #drabble #short fiction #fluff #he'd definitely give a cat a dog name #working on nubbins headcannons next 💪

[rela-monarchy39]

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Fanwork's Event Day 5: The Saw is Family

@texas-chainsaw-fanworks Fyi the Sawyers are meant to be younger in these drabbles because I'm obsessed with how the Sawyer family's childhood would be like. First drabble: Drayton- early 20s, Choptop and Nubbins- 8, Bubba- 2, second drabble: Choptop and nubbins- early teens, third drabble- same age they are in TCM

Silence:

It’s quiet.

Too quiet for Drayton’s liking, and that means his brothers are up to no good. Last time they were this quiet, Bobby and Nubbin were trying to sneak in an old raccoon to keep as a pet. Drayton forced them to send her back to the wild as soon as he found them. To this day, the twins still miss Gladys the raccoon and are still pissed at Drayton.

Drayton groans and makes his way to the twins bedroom.

The silence is later broken by the sound of muffled crying, but it's not Bobby or Nubbins. No, it's lil' baby Bubba.

Drayton runs upstairs and slams the twins bedroom door open. "What the hell is going on in here?"

In the middle of the floor, Bobby and Nubbins sit next to each other with a crying Bubba sitting in front of them. Nubbins is holding a pair of scissors and a clump of Bubba's hair. Bobby is holding a mirror in front of Bubba.

"Were- were just giving Bubba a haircut!" Nubbins holds up his scissors.

"Yeah! We ain't doin' nothing bad!" Bobby picks Bubba up. "And- and Bubba loves his haircut. Right, bro?"

"Nuh-uh!"

Bobby covers Bubba's mouth. "Course you do!"

The twins smile at Drayton innocently, as if they didn't just ruined Bubba's hair.

Questions:

Nubbins always struggled to fall asleep, meanwhile Bobby has always been a light sleeper. So while he tried to fall asleep, Nubbins would talk to Bobby about the most random stuff.

Nubbins rolled over onto his side to face Bobby across the room. "Hey, Bobby?"

Bobby groans and rolls onto his side. "What now?"

"Do you think the reason we eat people is not because they taste good, but because our family are one of the many victims of capitalism since we lost our jobs at the slaughterhouse? And how the way we hunt and kill people like they're cattle is to show an audience how animals are treated horrible in slaughterhouses?"

Bobby blinks, trying to come up with a response. "That's stupid, Nubbins! Now, let me ask you a something deep. How come feet smell if they don't have noses?"

"Damn, bro, that's deep."

Porch:

Drayton watches from the porch as Nubbins and Bobby wrestle each other to the ground. Their clothes are covered in dirt from rolling around in the dirt driveway. Usually, Drayton would yell at them to shut up and stop messing around, but this time he lets them since it's Bobby's last day home.

The front door swings open, and Bubba comes out, holding a tray of glasses of sweet tea. Bubba made a noise in a way to ask if he wanted some sweet tea. Drayton notices the massive pile of sugar at the bottom of the pitcher. Not wanting to hurt Bubba's feelings, Drayton takes one of the glasses. He takes a sip, and does his best to hide a grimace from Bubba.

Too fucking sweet

Bubba sets the tray of sweet tea on the small porch table, and sits next to Drayton. Bubba taps Drayton on the shoulder, pointed at the sweet tea then at the twins.

"I'll let them know about the tea later. Just let them be for now."

Bubba fiddles with his fingers and licks his teeth. He starts making noises which gets Drayton's attention. "What, Bubba?" Drayton asks. Bubba whines again the points at Bobby, who's now laying face down on the ground. "You're worried 'bout Bobby, right."

Bubba nods his head.

"It's alright Bubba, nothing bad is goin' to happen him. He'll serve in 'Nam then he'll come back home safe. And while he's gone we'll wait for him."

#tcmfanevent #the texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #nubbins sawyer #drayton sawyer #bubba sawyer #chop top sawyer #the texas chainsaw massacre 2 #texas chainsaw massacre #drabbles #texas chainsaw massacre fanfiction

[ernelovesslashers]

Slashers w/ Children

(Includes the kids being theirs or not!)

Warning: Very mild suggestive implies, mostly fluff and no cuss words.

Michael Myers: 

Michael didn't want kids running around his house so you both compromised and you took the kids to live in another house

You actually also didn't want the kids to get hurt if michael blacked out and attacked

But every other morning they would tell you they saw a man either out the window, in their room, standing by your door and you knew it was michael

You would leave your door open most times and feel him get in your bed and hold you, thinking you were asleep

You would eventually tell the kids that he was their protector and would be watching over them, not wanting to tell them it was their dad (If you want michael to be the dad)

You could tell they weren't afraid of him and would ask more about him

He did watch them any time he was free just to make sure their safe and that you're safe

He does like the kids but obviously won't admit it 

When the kids would play outside the house, he would manage to get in and do his little imitation stance behind you  until you notice him

Sometimes it gets a little spicy

RZ Michael Myers:

Just like og michael, he would prefer the kids in a separate house but he does visit often and not just breaking in

He does wear his masks around the kids but they love his masks which lead them to making their own trying to be like him

That warms his heart and loves to see how creative they could get

If they were his or not, he did his best to be a good father figure and brought them gifts

You made sure the gifts were appropriate and not bones (it happened once but the kids loved it)

He does see the kids pick up his behaviors he had when he was a child and would inform you about it just so you're aware of the little monsters

Sometimes you catch them all playing, michael could have his mask off and be smiling

You adored him so much for giving them a childhood he wished he had

He loves the kids and will always protect them no matter how much he knows they're more than capable of protecting themselves

Jason Voorhees:

Jason couldn't have children because he's basically half dead but he does adore your children

He doesn't want to scare them so he keeps his distance with them

He does allow you to let them venture around the camp and into the cabins to find little surprises he left which consist of acorns and forage in jars

They believed a forest monster left them and that they were its little wish jars

Sometimes they would catch a glimpse of jason and draw pictures and left them in the camp building for him to find

This grew into a little gift exchange, jason would find their pictures of him and in exchange he leaves a item for them the next day

He loved every picture and kept them in a box or even hung some up in his cabin

He adores your kids and wishes he could approach them without being insecure

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas was a really good father figure to the kids, luda mae was overwhelmed with joy having grandbabies

Hoyt was still a grumpy old man but had a soft spot for the gremlins when they would fetch him his beer with big smiles

Monty likes when they accompany him to the garden and farm, loving the extra help and support

Thomas couldn't care if they were his or not, he loved them more than words could describe

He showed it by letting them rough house with him and he would pretend to lose and act hurt, he loved carrying them around and swinging them around, but he was always as gentle as he could be

The kids loved thomas just as much, cuddling against him when they were sleepy, even going out to find bones and giving it to him

Thomas definitely wants more kids and how he would show you is when you were alone, he would plant kisses all over you til it got to your stomach

“One more?” 

Bubba Sawyer:

He loves your kids but they stress him out

Being in a family like his plus kids would definitely bring chaos 

He’s just worried about their safety, they like to explore the house so he hovers over them to make sure they're not running with sharp bones or his tools

But he loves to have them around and plays with them though he wishes he could talk normally to them but they can pick up on what he's trying to say

His brothers who are usually rough with bubba never dare to be rough with the little ones, you made sure of that

Nubbins loves to take pictures of them holding animal bones or them making something with bone animal and human bones for the house

Chop top would entertain them with his stories 

Drayton loves to pick them up and talk to them but mostly when you're not around to see, any other day he’ll complain while picking up their mess

The Sinclair Brothers

It doesn't matter which brother you're dating, if you got kids they'll treat them as their own kids

They are busy men but they try to spend time with the kids

When you're tired they settle on whos gonna watch them for the day, most likely being Bo or Lester because Vincent doesn't want them in being burned when he's making the wax figures

Bos as gentle as he can be but Lester loves rough housing with the kid(s) to keep them entertained

While Bo is more reserved and doesn't show much affection he does a lot to keep them happy and gifts them small toys or a candy if you allow him

Lester just enjoys spending time with them showing them what he does for the town and his bones

You can count on him for driving them around while you nap or attend to chores

When the kids to see Vincent, he's showing them the new wax sculpture or his old sketches

He definitely encourages their creativity by letting them draw in his unused sketchbooks and makes them crayons to use

You always have a plan for when there tourists around, you have Lester take them back to his house to keep them safe while Bo and Vincent take care of the people

#halloween #halloween 1978 #og michael myers #rz michael myers #rz halloween #friday the 13th #jason voorhees #texas chainsaw massacre #the texas chainsaw massacre #bubba sawyer #leatherface #thomas hewitt #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #horror movies #slasher drabble #ernelovesslashers

[whitherwanderer]

4 // off the hook

“Well, take it. I don’t have all day, kupo.”

Sawyer was jarred from her momentary fixation on the wax seal as the letter was foisted into her hand. She offered a muted thanks to the postmoogle, whose cap was politely tilted before he fluttered off with his comically large bag in tow. For some reason it occurred to her to check the plaza before she turned to make a swift stride for the privacy of the inn room, and though she didn’t see any overly suspicious onlookers, she felt compelled to hold the letter against her middle, hiding the seal from view.

She’d always dreaded this day. She knew it would only be a matter of time, but as all pasts do, hers was catching up with her in a moment where it had scarcely crossed her mind in moons. Hoping she’d simply mistaken the seal for another, she folded the letter back just enough to peek at it again. Familiar heraldry pressed into blue wax and brushed with gold paint caused the dread in her chest to rise into her throat as bile.

The Supreme Sacred Tribunal of Halonic Inquisitory Doctrine sends its regards.

The door behind her was closed abruptly, and now in the safety of her inn room, she tore through the seal with an urgency that would be unbecoming of her in any other setting, and it was only now that she realized her hands were shaking as she held the letter still enough to skim. Her eyes darted around the page, searching for alarming words or phrases—summons to appear before the Tribunal for inquest or a polite request that she surrender herself for gaol so that they wouldn’t have to send the Inquisition to retrieve her personally.

It was only when she did not see such demands that she finally read the letter in full.

To one Miss Sawyer Reeves, It was in pursuit of Her Holiest Ideals and the preservation of Decency, Justice, and Dignity that the Inquisition didst carry out the will of the Fury to what ends were deemed necessary to protect the Sanctity of Ishgard and her Peoples, but with such Revelations as were made known after the death of His Eminence, Archbishop Thordan VII, Reform and Restitution to what extent we are able have thus become the preeminent duty of The Supreme Sacred Tribunal of Halonic Inquisitory Doctrine and its constituents (henceforth referred to as “The Tribunal”). This correspondence has been sent to all parties of ongoing Investigations, Trials, and Inquisition of claims to Heretical Activity that have yet to be concluded, do not have sufficient evidence of such, or wherein interruptions did not allow the Tribunal to function as an extension of the Fury’s judgment in a fair and impartial Trial or did not allow a challenge to Trial by Combat to conclude with a victor on Record. As such, your challenge to Trial by Combat issued to ███████ ███████ on the grounds that he partook of Heretical Activity has been annulled and the charges leveled against Ser ███████ have been dropped from the Official Record, despite the inconclusive results after your unsanctioned withdrawal from the Tribunal arena. Though we believe your unsanctioned withdrawal to have been born of brazen cowardice and remains a slight against the Fury’s divine will, the Tribunal no longer wields Her judgment in the matter. As such, the trial record has been amended to have no conclusive victor and your criminal history has been expunged in the eyes of the Holy See of Ishgard and all official bodies therein. No further Investigation into your original claim will take place, and your status as a fugitive from the Inquisition has been annulled. Your previous standing as a ward of House Haillenarte has not been reinstated on the grounds that such patronage is only within the purview of the Lord or Lady of the House to grant, and will require correspondence with said Lord or Lady to reclaim. You are free to return to Ishgard without fear of repercussion, however we advise you to be minded of this most benevolent allowance and act with requisite decorum should you choose to return. Fury have Mercy upon your soul. - Auphent Gauvane Clerk of the Supreme Sacred Tribunal of Halonic Inquisitory Doctrine Records Office

Sawyer took a moment to breathe. Then another.

The fluster to get inside the door and the following silence roused curiosity from the raen that resided with her in the inn room, a pair of scaled arms winding around the hyur’s waist. “Hawk?” she called, wary and concerned.

“It’s… a letter from Ishgard. From home,” Sawyer admitted, though she wasn’t prepared for her voice to break over the final word as it did. She drew a shaking breath, then wrapped her arms around Amesha fully. “They’ll allow me to return without consequence. I am a free woman, but…”

“But…?” Amesha prompted her to continue.

Sawyer whispered. “Why am I terrified?”

#ffxivwrite2023 #[ ffxivwrite2023 ] #[ the steel hawk ] #[ drabbles; sawyer ] #my god it is so hard to write snooty ishgardian but it's fun to try #run on sentences for days

[the-cannibal]

Slashers with a s/o who wants to paint their nails!

Gender neutral reader, they/them used.

Bo Sinclair:

You want to paint his nails?

Good luck babes.

“Bo can I paint your nails? Pleaseee?”

“Sure.”

“Really?”

“When hell freezes over.”

>:(

This man will not let you hear his nails with a ten foot pole… unless you start crying…

If you start crying then he will let you paint them with CLEAR POLISH ONLY.

But don’t pull out the tears too often, or else he will get suspicious.

Vincent Sinclair:

“Vincent can I paint your nails?”

He nods without looking up from the art piece he’s working on.

“Vinny you need to give me your hands.”

Gives you one at a time so he can keep working.

He’d let you do whatever color you want. But his favorites are black and dark green :)

He would definitely accidentally smudge them.

He would also be blushing like crazy because this man is touched stared and omg look at his amazing s/o just holding his hands so nicely. They are just the greatest.

Lester Sinclair:

“Lester can I paint your nails?”

“Sure hun!”

This man would LOVE it if you painted his nails.

Like Vincent he doesn’t care what color you choose. This man loves them all!

If you paint his nails and put on like those little stickers on top he would be so happy.

Constantly does the 💅 hand thing. He can’t help it. It’s just so funny.

Bubba Sawyer:

Uhhhhh is this even a question? Of course he’d let you!

Please paint them red or pink. He loves those colors!

He would love it when you paint his nails because one yay bonding time! And two because he thinks they would go nice with his masks! Gives them a pop of color (and it makes his makeup covered mask look more pretty!)

He wants to paint your nails too! Matching colors matching colors!

Your nails are a bit messy, but hey! You love them anyway!

Drayton would totally make fun of them but Bubba wouldn’t care.

His s/o did them and he loves it! And they did a great job too Drayton!

Michael Myers:

“Mikeyyyyy can I paint your nails?”

No response…

“I’m gonna take that as a yes!”

I don’t think he’d really care tbh. Like he wouldn’t like it but he wouldn’t dislike it either.

He’s neutral about it.

But it makes you happy and that makes him feel some kind of feeling.

#house of wax 2005 #x reader #halloween #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #bubba sawyer #michael myers #slasher x reader #house of wax x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #drabble

[emmyfairy]

Hi love!!! I was wondering if you could possibly write headcanons for Brahms, Thomas Hewitt, bubba sawyer, and Billy loomis & Stu macher with an fem!reader who is Asian and gets harrassed by random strangers during COVID because shes Asian? Fluff pls. I’m not projecting onto the reader at all, lmaooo. A girl out here is struggling

Hi anon, I officially love u for sending in a request 🙂

Request: Hi love!!! I was wondering if you could possibly write headcanons for Brahms, Thomas Hewitt, bubba sawyer, and Billy loomis & Stu macher with an fem!reader who is Asian and gets harrassed by random strangers during COVID because shes Asian? Fluff pls. I’m not projecting onto the reader at all, lmaooo. A girl out here is struggling 

A/N: Okay I tried my best but please know! I am NOT Asian (technically) but I do know what it is like to get harassed and hated on for your heritage, I’m sorry you’ve had such a rough time 🙁- let me know if this is okay/ if ANYTHING is offensive and I will fix it!! (I’ve also never written headcanons before sooooooo)

Brahms

COVID? Pandemic? What on Earth are you talking about silly girl?? 🙃

Let’s be real our lovable wall crawler would hardly understand the pandemic, he never leaves the house after all, even if you try to get it through how awful it all is

He understands it’s something to be scared of, but doesn't really get it ya’know?

Let’s say you get back to the mansion one day after grocery shopping (the local store can’t deliver) and as soon as you walk in the door, you're slamming it behind you with tears in your eyes.

Brahms is immediately concerned, cocking his head and approaching you

Seeing him and all his cuteness just makes you want to cry more 

He wraps you up in his arms, a rare moment of him taking care of you, and carries you over to the couch (groceries be damned) 

After explaining to him what happened, about the cruel things people in town shouted at you, blamed you for, etc. the man was fuming

How could anyone say such things to his love?? His love??? You?? Like you're right there and so perfect, how could anyone just NOT see that?

Brahms can hardly relate to your struggle, he has never been singled out due to his race, but he would try his best to understand and comfort you

This includes lots of pampering and cuddles, ahem, clawfoot bathtub.

Thomas

Sweet Tommy, love of your life, would absolutely tear through anyone that dared utter a single word of offense towards you

That’s just the way it is hun

This man’s down bad for you

Let’s be real, Thomas’ family and you live in the hick side of Texas, people aren't the most open minded there on a normal day y'all sorry

So during the pandemic? A riot in the worst way

You couldn't understand how people could be so mean

At one point you refused to leave the house, it had become so bad, this was past harassment and cruel taunts, the people of this town weren't afraid of grabbing at you.

That is until they see your big hubby 

Little fools sure are running now huh? Big man with the chainsaw is coming for their racist asses

No Tommy you still have to wear a mask… no baby yours isn't enough let's get you a proper one… Tommy… Tommy get back here!!

After properly dealing with the bullies in his charming fashion, Tommy would simply dote on you, I’m talking big game here girl

He’s a shy man, we know, but when you're feeling so hurt and down? All that gets pushed aside for lifting your spirits. 

He puts his chainsaw aside and spends the remainder of the day with you, whether its puttering around the house, taking a shower together, or just hanging out. Maybe y’all cooked some yummy dinner together, all cutesy and shit in the kitchen (i’m jealous of u) and then washed each others hair in the shower

Man is greasy pls scrub him 

Then spend the night cuddled up and smoochin’ 

Bubba

When you tell Bubba about what’s been happening the poor thing gets so sad for you

The Sawyers likely don't believe in modern medicine, and likely think the pandemic isn't real 

Bubba doesn't care if its real or not, what’s real to him is you being upset

He believes the townspeople are mean, look at him for goodness sake, he knows what it’s like to be bullied, even if it is for very different reasons

Bubba will hurt them for you if you want him to, but he’s more likely to just sit and cry with you

If you ask him he’ll comfort you, he’ll bring you something pretty he’s found, maybe a smooth bone or a shiny rock

Billy & Stu

At the beginning of the pandemic these two doofs played off its seriousness, but once people close to them started getting sick it sunk in

Your health was at risk, and being the love of their lives and the object of their obsession they absolutely couldn't let ANYTHING happen to you

I’m talking masks, sanitizer, distancing, everything and more

They felt a bit settled into the routine of the pandemic now, no matter how scary the new normal was, but when they noticed/you told them about the harassment?

Sorry to burst ur bubble racist assholes but u got like 2 seconds to live

Absolutely zero remorse from these two, if anyone even looks at you the wrong way ( or any way really) that’s it, they are a goner 

Once your boys get back from stabby time, its you time baby

You think these other boys spoiled you? ( they did I was there ) get ready for 2x the cuddles, 2x the preening, 2x the pampering, 2x the food, 2x EVERYTHING

Lucky you 

AT the end of the night, you end up totally comforted in your Loomis/Macher sandwich

I hope this was alright! Feel free to request again!

#drabbles #slasher drabble #thomas hewitt drabble #brahms heelshire drabble #stu macher drabble #billy loomis drabble #bubba sawyer drabble #thomas hewitt #bubba sawyer #brahms heelshire #slasher fanfiction #my wriitng #request #slasher fandom #slasher x reader

[how-very-salty]

Let's get out of here (JD / Veronica Sawyer)

Summary: It's a wedding day. Veronica is a little tired, but JD has a plan.

Thank my darling for helping me 🖤

J.D. was afraid that if he blink, he would wake up at 7Eleven again, with a nearly finished cup of slash in his hand and a severe headache. Everything will start all over again and will immediately go straight to hell. Therefore, he did his best to keep his eyes open, even though they began to burn.

– You look like a total jerk, – Ronnie laughed, throwing her head back and gave him a sly look from under her long eyelashes, – and by the way, your dance moves are terrible…

– You sure know how to flatter a guy, – he replied mockingly, not even trying to wipe a wide smile from his face.

– I’m just still under the impression of your shameful failure at the vows reading…

J.D. didn't let her finish. Veronica squealed softly as he grabbed her by the waist and turned around, causing the veil and dress to spin around.

– Hey, let's start with the fact that I haven't forgotten the words! Just giving you time to change your mind and run away, – he lowered Ronnie to the floor, only to catch her hurriedly when she stepped on the hem wrapped around her legs. – Also, you suck at dancing too.

– Okay so we're a damn good match for each other, – her smile suddenly wavered and became a little dimmer. Well, he was ready for that. He even had a plan.

– I was hoping you’ll realize this four years ago, – J.D. quickly looked around and noticed a door ajar nearby. – Run with me!

Grabbing Ronnie's arm, he pulled her along. She followed him with a quiet laugh, looking back at the busy crowd. Once on the balcony, Veronica slammed the door and, still chuckling, slid down to the floor. J.D. moved the veil aside and crashed down next to her. He took out a couple of cherry-flavored lollipops from his inner pocket. She thoughtlessly took one and put it in her mouth.

A blue-grey cloud of steam immediately came out of her mouth. October was warm, but it was still October…

– Are you okay? – J.D. asked quietly, clutching the wrapper rustling in his hands.

– Yes, – she grimaced irritably, kicked off her shoes and pressed her cheek against his shoulder, – just tired of people. And my legs are tired.

– We can run away while everyone in the hall is too busy with canapés and champagne, – he whispered conspiratorially, leaning towards her. – It’s the first floor, thankfully.

– How? And what do we do with my shoes? – Ronnie snorted and looked up at him with an interested look. – I won't get very far in those.

– Well, not that I’m bragging, but I've thought it all out: a friend of mine has already brought the bike to the hotel. And I put a pair of sneakers and a jacket in the luggage bag beforehand, – J.D. shrugged casually, catching her admiring look. He jerked himself up from the floor and held out his hand for her, fingering it impatiently. – Let's go! I've even figured out where to go.

– Where to? Don't tell me… 7Eleven? – Ronnie laughed and grabbed his hand.

His face changed slightly, but he quickly pulled himself together and shook his head. Then, lifting Veronica to her feet, he briefly kissed her on the top of her head. She giggled softly, pretending not to notice his change in mood.

– No. Actually, we can go to Wendy's. I saw one on the way here, – he smiled wryly and walked to the edge of the balcony. He looked down appraisingly. It was about two meters to the ground. – I really want some French fries. You?

– I do, – Veronica giggled, untangling the clasp of the veil from her disheveled hair.

– Say it at the altar... Aw crap, the joke is a little outdated!

J.D. jumped over the railing. Hitting the ground knocked the air out of him and he bent over, catching his breath.

– Are you okay? – Veronica leaned over the railing and looked at him worried.

– Better than anyone! - He straightened up and spread his arms invitingly. – Jump, my darling, I'll catch you!

Ronnie nodded and without hesitation jumped down to him, leaving the veil lying on the floor of the balcony.

#heathers #art #heathers musical #jason dean #j.d. #veronica #veronica sawyer #sketch #jdonica #artwork #jason dean heathers #heathers fic #fluff #wedding fic #fanfic #drabble #other fics

[struckd0wn]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒: 𝐎𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥- 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

Johnny had snook you of of the family house and out to his shed, there the two of you would have full privacy.

He had you laying on the makeshift bed he made, which was just some hay bales pushed together and covered with a thick blanket. Johnny's fingers slowed as you neared you climax, then full stop.

You whined loudly, tugging on the hem of his shirt desperately. It had been the third time he denied your orgasm and you were sick of it. "Johnny,it's not funny." You pout as he laughs at your distressed expression, hips trying to chase the touch of his hand.

"Hell yeah it is!" Johnny would cheer out, feeling you clench around his stilled fingers.

"We barley get alone time and you're using it to torture me." You snap back, turning your head away from him. His fingers begin to move again, starting slowly, watching you get worked up all over again.

Your moans echoed around the small shed as he attacks you sweet spot, his thumb coming up to stroke you hard clit. You hips raise of the hay bail, pushing into his fingers, in need for release. You can feel it build up, stomach twisting in pleasure.

Johnny stops.

You sob out to him, eyes begining to water. Your boyfriend's grin is massive, smiling down at you with an evil expression.

#smut #ftm reader #johnny sawyer x reader #johnny slaughter x reader #trans reader #transmasc reader #drabbles #kinktober #gn reader #kinktober 2023 #gender nuetral reader #sub male reader #johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer

[nilla-bear]

Currently bookmarking every Johnny fic I can find on AO3 to download onto my kindle once I buy it later this week. <3 Also I found a very Johnny x reader coded song today, so here ya go ig.

#johnny slaughter #johnny tcm #johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter x reader #lord knows I'll still be on tumblr eating up the art/fics/drabbles/HC's every day.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Drayton Sawyer x Reader || Drabble

Plot: No plot, very lazy (And v short). Just me loving on Drayton when I should be sleeping. So much affection!!!

Warnings: Mentions of cannibalism. Ending kinda sucks also but i gotta go to bed 😅 May fix it later.

~

“Hey Drayton!~ “ You sing, skipping up to him as soon as Chop Top lets you go and you’re free to roam deeper into the house. He’s in the kitchen, unsurprisingly slaving away over a big a ol’ pot. Something’s in it, and it smells good, but you know better then to give it a taste yourself.

He gives an eye roll and a deep sigh at your greeting, like he always does when you turn up. But you don’t let it get to you- you’re a fountain of positivity, the complete opposite of Drayton. Which is what, in your opinion, makes the two of you such a perfect couple. “The fuck are you doing here, Y/N?”

Going ahead, you wrap your arms around his waist from behind as he pulls a big, big spoon out of the pot and takes a sip for himself. Looks like soup. “Taste good?”

“… It’ll do.” He responds, giving a little shrug as he starts stirring again. Drayton never pushes you away when you touch him, in fact he relaxes; Sinks into your warmth. It’s the only sign he’ll ever give you that he loves you back.

The old bastard sure won’t say it, after all; Won’t even ask you to move in.

Though, that may be a blessing in disguise. Who knows when the cop’ll come along and tear this place apart- then maybe Drayton’ll come move in with you.

“I bet its delicious.” You tell him, nuzzling your nose into the side of his head. He turns his halfway to you, and you catch an evil little smirk on his face as he lifts the spoon back up.

“You wanna fucken try, then?”

“Ooh… “For emphasis, you pull Drayton’s body in closer to yours for a moment there. “I had a big breakfast.”

At that he gives a chuckle, shaking his head and putting the spoon back down in the pot. “That’s what I thought.” Humming, you stretch up and nuzzle him again, nosing gently in his hair and feeling him just be relaxed, for once. Its one of your favourite things, figuring out knew ways to make him chill out. Seeing how far you can take him. Damn, once you got him to stay on the couch with you one afternoon for 3 whole hours, just by playing with his hair and telling him stories and that day’s down forever in your hall of memories. “Now I, I just gotta let it simmer for a bit. Get all the flavour in there. Now don’t even try it, Y/N, I gotta go clean the fucking dishes. I’m not sitting down for one fucken second. No.” As he shakes his head, he dislodges himself from your arms and turns around- but you step forward and corner him against the bench by the stove; Body so close to his he goes a little pink down the collar of his shirt.

“Oh come on, Drayton… “Wrapping your arms leisurely over his shoulders, you tilt your head to the side and simper; Hoping to get through to your beau. “Just a couple minutes!”

“Not gonna happen, not today. Go ahead and put away them eyes- “

Pressing your body forward against his, you take it a step further- eyes flickering from his to his lips. “What? You don’t like my eyes?~”

He narrows his at you, then. “You’re about to get kicked out of my house, you know that?”

“I’m not doing anything!”

“... You’re testing my fucken nerves.”

As you stretch your fingers through the surprisingly soft hair he has on the back of his head, you just can’t help but grin. He’s so focused- so curmudgeonly; Its adorable. But instead of saying anything back, you just lean forward and press a little kiss to the side of his cheek. As you return down to the ground, you see just the tiniest flicker of softness in his face and warmth blooms in your chest. “That make up for it?”

… He just huffs, turning away from you and it makes you giggle. Yep, curmudgeonly.

Drayton Sawyer- In all this ridiculously pent-up, cannibalistic, curmudgeonly glory; You’re absolutely mad about him.

"So. What's it gonna take to make you leave me alone today?" He asks.

"So. What's it gonna take to make you sit today?" You counter, straightening up so your noses just about touch as he heaves out one of his great sighs, and makes you grin.

#Drayton Sawyer x Reader Drabble #Drayton Sawyer x Reader #Drabble #Drayton Sawyer #Slasher #Slashers #Slasher x Reader Drabble #Slasher x Reader

[foggylikemyvision]

lil snippet from a new heathers angst fic im starting

Heather scoffs, spits at her feet.

Like cattle, chewing on cud.

Heather cackles, grips her by the jaw.

"Did you really think we actually liked you?" She spits, and it burns brighter than the bomb that blew Jason Dean sky high.

Heather grins, a wide thing, and Veronica can't tell if it's all just a cruel joke.

Heather likes cruel jokes, right?

Heather drops the girl and walks away steadily, with Duke and Mac trailing not far behind her. There are splitting grins on their faces.

Veronica feels her heart shatter.

#heathers #poly heathers #veronica sawyer #chansaw #dukesaw #mcnamawyer #drabble #👻 rot #eat up my children #angst #👻 argument