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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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~ An escape or the last stand ~

warning for all chapters : Minors don't interact please this is really not for you. This is a dark fanfiction the whole thing is Dead Dove : Do not eat content. Mental Instability , blood & violence , kidnapping , sexual assault , rape , threesome , blood kink , obsession , injury , Predator/Prey , Angst , smut , Jealousy , dark themes , sexual fantasy , blood kink , knife play , just the normal hardcore Slasher things

Summary : The wedding ceremony in the church is done. But so quickly husbands can change. She now her wife. Your prey. your obsession, your property. To the wedding belongs the night. The night when the husband sleeps with his chosen one. But when one is cursed again. How will the actual beautiful night turn out. and will they treat her well or stick a knife in her heart?

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For a moment everything was quiet in the church and she thought that was it now. Either it was all just a sick dream of Freddy or maybe she was already dead. But when Eddie approached her and knelt down in front of her, the girl took a step back. ,,No, darling, it's just the ring," Eddie purred, pulling out a small box. Then he took her hand and almost all the presents fell down. Which is why she stood there, slightly tense, trying not to drop Micheal's knife and risk a bleeding foot.

With one swift movement the ring was on her finger and the cold metal filled in a sick way to her shame.

Eddie stood up and looked down at his bride with a smile. ,,You may now kiss your bride given in marriage before God," they heard the priest say.

She wanted to move away from here but when she felt Eddie's hand on her back and how he pulled her towards him she knew it was inevitable. ,,My beautiful wife" he whispered to her before he put his lips on hers.

To her surprise there was a mix of love and almost shyness in the kiss as he let go of her lips. I will never get out of here again she thought desperately and escaped Eddie's grip. He had let go of her and Y/N was pushed against the altar. Only then did she notice the alert eyes of the others and her fear tightened her throat.

They no longer looked at her as a human being, they saw her as their obsession. She was their new exquesite prey. She knew that meat that had to be hunted tasted better than store-bought. Suddenly the men rose and Eddie held out his hand to her. ,,Come my flower, it's time for the wedding night," he said cheerfully and gave her a smile.

But she didn't feel like rejoicing, she felt like screaming and crying. Panic gripped her body, but with the dress and all the gifts she would not get far, she had to admit to herself.

When Eddie became impatient and took her hand, he pulled her as gently as he could between his changes, first behind and then beside him. The silent killers Jason , Michael , Thomas and Vincent walked behind the couple and cut her off to the rear.

Billy and Stu as well as Bo and Brahms walked in front of them and the four of them kept looking back at her. She was clearly aware of the grinning and whispering and it made her uncomfortable.

Next to her and Eddie walked Freddy and Pennywise and she heard the rubbing of the blades and the popcorn smell of the clown. It was a strange mixture between dust, blood, musty and dirty hung the sweetly tantalizing smell she loved as a child. ,,Like a stupid animal," Pennywise muttered and the balloon on her wrist magically moved slightly left and right.

The way out of the church compartment was much too fast for her and she felt nervousness taking over her body with every step. It was horrible to run towards her fate without being able to do anything.

The only thing she prayed for was that they wouldn't all jump on her at the same time. Otherwise she would probably prefer the jump out of the window or her husband's knife sooner than she thought.

The move to the main building was barely visible but she knew from the small twitch on Eddie's hand that his anticipation was rising. ,,Almost there, sweetheart" she heard the dirty giggle of Bo who let his eyes wander down her form.

It wasn't until they turned into the hallway and she recognized the door to her room where she fainted that she tried to escape his grasp. ,,Please-please don't no," she begged Eddie who had a firm grip on her hand. He stopped abruptly and looked at her in confusion.

His eyes shone a strange mixture of incomprehension and confusion. ,,But darling, what is it? I promise it will be beautiful. Just think of the children, they will look as beautiful as you, my dear," he tried to cheer her up in his own way.

At the word children, she looked at Eddie, startled. I'm as good as dead, was all she could think of, and fear gripped her. She knew that if she didn't kill herself, it would come out later anyway, and then she would be of no use to the murderers. ,,I-ehm..." she stammered, but fell silent and hung her head slightly.

The light flickered in the hallway and the shadows of the eleven people looked monstrous. She was the Lamb, and the others were the big bad wolf, snarling and licking its teeth at the meat. All at once Eddie's hand stroked her cheek and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

But the look that was confused before was now fixating as if he didn't want to let her go. ,,Honey are you still a virgin?" he asked her and a smile that reminded her of obsession scared her.

Before she could even explain the situation, the dream demon interrupted her. ,,My little one is certainly not a virgin anymore, sorry to spoil your fun," came from Freddy who gave a dark chuckle and his face came out from under his hat.

Suddenly Eddie let go of her and took a step towards Freddy.His expression changed completely and he seemed to be completely out of it. Anger and aggression seemed to have completely taken over his mind.Without warning, he lunged and tried to hit the older man. Anger and aggression seemed to have completely taken over his mind.

Without warning, he lunged and tried to hit the older man. Freddy dodged with a grin and the blades came out of one of Eddie's knives. This is my only chance she thought with a jerk, dropping everything but the knife she was clutching and running past the distracted killers.

In fact, Michael and Jason seemed to be expecting her and tried to grab her. She ducked and her hands clutched the white dress which tore at her legs with a jerk.

She heard Eddie shouting something after her, but she just kept running.

She felt ironic about the whole situation. A few hours ago or more, she didn't know, she had already run away once and now she was running around again in a broken wedding dress.

It was cold and goosebumps formed on her skin it was uncomfortable she hated it. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her. But she knew she had to get to the elevator to reach the top floor to find the exit and get to her car.

A tour of each floor was like a tour of wherever you started, you would always come back to the elevator, or so she hoped. So she ran on, clutching the knife and still unsullied, no blood on the blade but that would soon change.

She heard footsteps behind her and she knew it was all just a matter of time until they had her. ,,Come back now, darling!" she heard the cry of Eddie, who had apparently left Freddy earlier than expected. She thought for a moment, but no matter how many times she went through the scenario, she never had a chance against any of the eleven. Especially against the clown she was as good as powerless. She would not get her fear under control here.

She turned the corner and she hoped that it would not take long until she came to the elevator. But when she heard a crack in the wall, she gulped.

It's Brahms, she thought, and walked away from the wall.It was true that she might not be able to do anything against the killers, but she had to at least try to escape, otherwise it would be the only thing she would ever have known.

As said before, Brahms came out of the wall with a leap and tried to grab her. However, since the girl was too far away, he reached into the void. ,,Come back to me, I'll be good too!" he assured her, but his tone became vicious and she sobbed.

Her lungs and legs were racing and the fabric of her dress was getting more and more ragged from the poor sewing. When she arrived at a room she knew that hiding and waiting was the best option. She closed the door and walked backwards into the room. But it was dark and she could not see her hand in front of her eyes.

She was only aware of her own heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat. The knife was still held convulsively. ,,My little one, come back to your husband," she heard it whisper before a tongue ran across her cheek. She recoiled from Freddy and ran toward the door, knocking over a stack of chairs to block the way. ,,You really think little Y/N is going to stop me, stupid girl?" he shouted after her, laughing which increased her heartbeat.

She ran on and prayed that she would finally reach the elevator.

She was hardly aware of the spider webs around her until she began to get tangled in them and they began to cover her arms and legs, and she cut them with her knife. ,,My...wife, there you are, come to Pennywise," the redhead quipped, and she ducked away under a claw. ,,Leave me alone you miserable clown!" she screamed at him and tried to hit him with the blade as she couldn't find any other way to get out of here. Only when she saw the clown's glowing eyes did she back away in fear. He began to drool as if he were feasting on her performance.

,,So juicy and delicious come here my Y/N" he demanded and made a leap towards her. Out of survival instinct, she raised the knife and held it protectively in front of her. She heard the tearing of cloth and bells followed by an amused giggle.

When she looked, the knife was up to the hilt in the clown's chest and a misty mass came out. ,,This has all become much more interesting. Run, my wife, entertain me. Come on, run!" he shouted at her and in one movement the spider threads disappeared. Pennywise took a step backwards and escaped the blade before disappearing into the darkness. ,,What's going on here?" she muttered and looked around. Everything the clown had brought had disappeared, but she was glad that he had let go of her.

She made a relieved noise when she saw the elevator a few meters ahead of her. She slammed the grate of the elevator shut and let herself fall against the wall before pressing the button for the top floor.

But startled, she opened her eyes when she heard a familiar voice. ,,Darling, come here now. Come back to me...now!" Eddie shouted at her, his hands shaking the elevator. ,,I-no, please go away," she stammered, pressing herself harder against the wall of the elevator. ,,I'm not done with you yet. You're not going to break up our marriage!" he called after her before the elevator went up.

Trembling but relieved to finally get upstairs, she breathed in and out. Everything will be fine, just don't lose your nerve, she reminded herself, knowing that if she did get out, therapy would be the best thing for eternity. But when the elevator stopped on the second floor, she frantically pressed the button to continue. ,,It didn't work like that, sweetheart.

You see, the old thing took a while, you know, for the patients. Now come here," came from Bo who was pushing his way into the elevator. She screamed and dodged Bo before catching his hand with the knife. ,,Oh we're gonna get you my bitch," he said before running after her.

She ran again, afraid it might be her last moment. Briefly she turned her head and saw that Bo had slowed down, but she didn't know why. ,,Vincent grab her," she heard and wondered. But when she turned the corner and two knives with a dragon handle bored into the wall in front of her head, she looked at the wax figure maker in panic. The black-haired man emerged from the darkness and Y/N ran on, feeling him coming closer with each step.

Only when she felt a pain on her arm did she cry out. Vincent had thrown one of his knives at her and it had left a bleeding gash on her arm. Only the clang of the knife could be heard as it fell to the ground. The warm blood ran down her arm and began to soak the dress.

Under other circumstances this would be astetic, but in her present case she had nothing but disgust and fear for it. She ran around one of the many corners before skidding over an overturned table and looking back, gasping. She breathed a sigh of relief when she couldn't see Vincent in the dim light.

Slower than necessary to avoid toppling over from exertion, she continued through the second floor. She knew that each floor was only a circuit, but it still seemed so long to the elevator.

The knife was still in her hand with only a splash of Bo's blood on the blade. Better him bleeding than me she thought to herself and held the wound on her arm. Only now did she look down at her dress with distaste. After it was torn, it went down to her knee and some scraps of fabric were hanging down. What was once pure and innocent was now torn and stained.

She stopped and her eyes searched the darkness as she heard grunting, almost animalistic noises.

,,Thomas" she whispered and started to run, and only a few moments later the sparks of the chainsaw lit up the hallway. Despite the fact that the machine was heavy and she herself could not hold it up for long, Thomas seemed to have no problem chasing it through the halls. The sound of the chainsaw rang in her ears she hated it.

It was loud and she knew one hit with that thing would probably be enough to cut her in half or completely incapacitate her and then she would be done for. ,,Stop it Thomas please!" she begged as she felt the metal almost against her back. Suddenly the sound of the chains turning stopped and only the whirring of the engine could be heard. Y/N continued to run but looked back as if her words had stopped him.

But this was not the reason why she backed away and almost tripped over her own feet. ,,Jason" she whispered and the man with the machete looked down at her.

For a moment she thought he would leave her alone, just like Thomas. But when Jason went for his machete and lunged, she cried out. As best as she could, she rolled to the side before she pulled herself up and dodged the machete again. The machete got caught in the wall and Jason seemed to need a moment before he could come at her again. She took her chance and ran away again. ,,Come on, just a little longer," she reminded herself, making a delighted noise when she saw the elevator. She jumped in, pressed the button and was relieved to see that the system had caught up again. Just in time the elevator rose and the machete and the two knives flew towards the elevator but bounced off with a ringing sound and fell loudly to the floor.

She shakily took her hand away from her wound and saw that it was also now full of blood. She almost lost the knife and wiped her slippery fingers on the white fabric. Calmly just through the top floor and then out of here. You're back home and then everything will be fine she thought and a few moments later the door opened.

Slowly at first and then running, she ran through the upper floor. The air was cooler up here through the demolished windows but she didn't care. She breathed in the oxygen and was glad that she got some. ,,Hey beauty come here. Yeah, come join us, let's have some fun and watch a movie," purred the voices of Billy and Stu, the two older ones seeming to make fun of her insecurity.

Only when she cried out in fear when she saw the two with the Ghostface masks coming out of the darkness towards her did they run towards her. ,,Please let me please!" she screamed at them and she screamed again when she was grazed by two blades. The knives of the two had hurt her even if only slightly on her shoulder, which was slightly open because of the dress. ,,I'm going to have so much fun my new Sidney" Billy said and Stu only made an annoyed noise. ,,She's ours, Billy ours!" snapped Stu, his jealousy clearly audible.

Fucked up but Interesting relationship, she thought, although there was no worse time to think of such a thing.

She looked back at the two of them and saw Billy stop his friend. They mumbled something and took off their masks. ,,The shadow will get you darling" Billy called after her and they both stopped before waiting in the darkness. The shadow. She thought about it, but her thoughts were too confused for her to sort them out.

But it didn't matter, she saw the exit and pulled the last reserves out of her. She sprinted out as fast as she could. She saw her car, which she had parked behind the barrier, untouched. But there was no greater joy than seeing the vehicle. She had a consumed grin on her lips as she stood in front of her car. She reached for the door's opener and faltered. It was locked.

She tried again, but when she realized she needed a key, she reached into the void. ,,The key, the damn key," she muttered and her fist collided with the glass. Hissing, she pulled back, but stopped when she saw someone standing behind her in the reflection of the glass. ,,Michael" came like a breath over her lips before the man cut her off with his hands.

The knife in her hand was held trembling in front of her and she looked up at Michael in fear. He was breathing loudly as if he was exhausted no rather excited but why she did not know and that made her afraid.

One last try she thought to herself and she took it in her stride to run all the way home. She gripped the knife tighter and stabbed at Michael's chest.

But with a speed she would not have expected, he grabbed her wrist and held it so tightly that she dropped the knife. The killer leaned down and came closer, but Y/N jerked away.

His hand ran over the wound on her arm and she hissed. He paused to watch her for a moment before his hand went to her hair. ,,Please let me go," she pleaded softly. His head turned slightly and behind the mask the two eyes watched her.

With a jerk he had grabbed her head and with two blows against the car she sank unconscious from the force into his arms.

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ethanharli · 1 year

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Requested; Yes.

Pairing(s); Yoichi Isagi x Male Reader.

Cw// Angst/Comfort, Nightmares, Mentions of blood/gore, Mentions of Death, Panic attacks, Mentions of Leatherface.

A/n- there's to many good slashers to choose from jesus christ, but you named leatherface as one so here he is.

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▪︎ He had been helping you with your nightmares and panic attacks the day you two shared a room. He never questioned it but he would gently hint at it, saying, “I’m here if you want to talk about anything,” and just offering simple affection and comfort during those times.

▪︎ The day you told him that you and some ex-friends were the victims of Leatherface, his blood ran cold, and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. He fully understood now why your nightmares were so violent, and why loud noises set you off.

▪︎ It broke his heart entirely one night when you woke up screaming, yelling in a panic about there being blood on your hands, and swearing that you saw Leatherface in the dark corners of your room. It nearly took an hour of him holding you in his arms, gently running his fingers through your hair and whispering words of comfort to get you to calm down.

▪︎ That night you cried into his shoulder, apologizing to him over and over again for being so difficult. For being so mentally broken. Even the scars from that encounter left you broken, and the survivors guilt ate you up almost every day.

▪︎ Isagi made sure to remind you that its not a bad thing that you made it out, that your friends would’ve wanted you to make it out alive, one of you at least, if not all. It made you cry, knowing he was right but also not being able to fully agree with it just yet.

▪︎ Sometimes you wondered why he even stayed with you, when he could've been with someone without all this pain and trauma. He told you everyday though, that he loves you, and even with all that pain and damage, the memories that you both have made together have been his favorites, and he wouldn't want anyone else.

Requested; Yes.

Pairing(s); Seishiro Nagi x Male Reader.

Cw// Angst/Comfort, Nightmares, Mentions of blood/gore, Mentions of Death, Panic attacks, Mentions of Freddy Kruger/Jason Voorhees

A/n- If you understand why I put those two together I will love you forever.

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▪︎ He wasn’t to great with comforting you through your nightmares in the beginning, but after a while he’s learned how to properly help you and even asked what you’d like him to do in those situations. He never pressured you into telling him what was going on, and in his own way he showed you that you could trust him with it when you felt open to it.

▪︎ He almost didn’t believe you when you told him about your experiences. I mean, a man that could only appear and kill you in your dreams? that just didn’t seem possible, along with a man that got stabbed over a hundred times and still didn’t die? He nearly brushed it off, but it was you, and he knew you wouldn’t lie to him about this.

▪︎ He still didn’t know how to feel about it for a while but he believed you regardless. Whenever you refused to sleep, he’d try to stay awake with you for a while or hold you in his arms so you felt more comfortable and safer. Most of the time he’d just wait until you fell asleep before finally heading to bed himself.

▪︎One night, he woke up to your trembling, sobbing voice, hearing you repeatedly whisper, "Why can't I just go to sleep," and "What if he's in the room." It hurt him, seeing you like that, not even being able to get a moments peace in your own house, or even in your own sleep. He held your hand that night, and also tried to remind you that you were awake still, knowing how you would confuse being unconscious and conscious.

▪︎ On those rare, good nights, you'd both be laying together in bed, or curled up on the couch to watch a movie, and he'd be holding you or your hands. He'd even let you gently rub your thumb over the pulse on his wrist, so you had comfort in knowing that you were awake still.

▪︎ Even through all of this, he adored you. He never minded staying up with you until you fell asleep, or comforting you after a nightmare or throughout the day when your nerves were jumbled. Cause you both had your fun, loving moments still, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

#x male reader #x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x male reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi yoichi x male reader #seishiro nagi x reader #seishiro nagi x male reader

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lizardgutzz · 2 years

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RULES/FANDOMS

Requests open!

Master list- Doesn't exist yet LOL

Content you will see!

You will see incorrect quotes!

character x Male reader

character x female reader

character x Non-binary reader

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Head cannons

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gangbang

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Fetish

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Any kink unless there in the don’t list

threesome (Ex: character x character x character or reader x character x chracter)

Dom/sub bottom/top reader

Scenarios

headcannons

SFW/NSFW alphabet

Little/agre

Sibling’s

Crossovers

Poly! I love doing poly relationships

Parent!Character x reader

Yandere

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Who - What I write for

Marvel/x-men

Please specify if reader has powers or not, is so, what powers? ^^

Peter maximoff . Kurt wagner . Scott summer . Logan howlett . Tony stark . Wade wilson . Bucky barnes . Steve rogers . Loki . Thor . Steven strange . Venom/Eddie

Demon slayer

Tanjiro . Muzan . Zenitsu . Inosuke

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Kotetsu . Kaede(only as sibling) . Barnaby . Ryan . Ivan . Keith . Nathan . Antonio . Yuri

Slashers

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Creepypasta

Ticci toby . Masky/Tim . Brian/Masky . Jeff the killer . Eyeless jack . BEN . Slenderman . Nina the killer(I like her fuck off) . I'm probably missing some but whatever

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Please specify what monster you would like reader to be! or if reader is a human ^_^

Cleo . Duece . Abbey . Lagoona . Clawdeen . Frankie . Ghoulia . Toralei . Valentine

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goose-bumpz200 · 3 months

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✨🥩💕ABOUT ME!!💕🥩✨ heya guys, gals, and nonbinary pals! Pans, trans, and silly lil clams! Im🥩<17>Goose-Bumpz/Goose!<HE/HIM>🥩 an artist & writer! I will take smut & 18+ requests, just know that I will be uncomfortable with some things and will not put them in

⚠️🥩‼️MINORS DNI, MY CONTENT IS FOR 18+ WHILE 99% OF MY CONTENT WILL BE SMUT‼️🥩⚠️

🔪💜🥩REQUESTS OPEN!!🥩💜🔪

✨what I will write/draw for!✨

🍆💜slashers💜🍆

•Really any slasher(s) except the musty, crusty, burn bacon, chicken legged bitch Freddy Kruger| Will write Smut/18+ <Gn!Reader, Male!reader, Fem!reader, trans/Ftm-mtf! Reader, etc!| Both Writing Requests&Art requests•

💙🦋Bluey!🦋💙 •mostly will make drawings or request doodles for characters, I don’t think I’m going to do any writings for it, tho• ⚠️NO SMUT ITS FUCKING DISCUSTING!!⚠️ 🦴🩸FNAF🩸🦴 •no smut w/ animatronics (Afton’s an exception-), that’s fucking terrible|Will do req’s for wholesome/fluff writings for characters and doodles, and even comfort for requests!•

💙🦴Undertale??🦴💙

•again, no smut, but I will write wholesome/fluff content and doodles, but I prob won’t write much and more draw shit on it•

🔪✨Sally•Face (my beloved💕)✨🔪

will write Smut/18+ for horny asses <not me🤭> and doodles/writings that are requested or plotted from my lil brain

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𝘴𝘮𝘶t 𝘴3𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴/Fanfics 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 & 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱s! 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘊 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴s & 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦s 🤭 YANDERE READER??? ÖÖ 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵/𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 AU stuff 𝘭𝘨𝘣𝘵q+ Requests! doodles/ suggestive things 👀🤭 small mentions of non-consent/ẞēxuæl æbűse if requested, but will not be major

⚠️𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘌/DRAW⚠️

𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵 Feet ._.

Underage/ minor x adult

Incest

Scat

Vomit

Cheating

Non consensual/Řæpė/ ßexűal æbűse

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horror102 · 1 year

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The fuck?

TW: Smut, Wet dreams, Violence, Fetishized race short smut

Featuring Freddy Kruger x black reader

“Hello there.” you heard someone, their voice was grumbly and raspy. You just prayed it wasn't him.

“God Freddy won't you leave me alone!” you yelled hand on your hip as you appeared to be in some romantic setting a heart shaped bed and flower petals laid on the floor. “I have shit to do.” you cursed at him. Getting pretty annoyed knowing you had a date coming over. “More like people doing you ”he joked, making you scowl. He walked towards you trying to use some type of subduction.

“You look ridiculous.” you started chuckling a little bit when suddenly someone appeared behind you. A hand on your shoulder.

“You know when your horny try not to think of anyone to fuck.” he stated making you freeze realizing he made you have that wet dream last night. “You're such a dick, you know I wouldn't want your pepperoni dick anyway.” he snarled chuckling when suddenly he appeared as your date. He had taken an appearance as your little crush you had coming over.

“Oh im Jake, and I want your little chocolate pussy on my white dick ahhh ahhh.”

He mocked. Making you hit his shoulder and laugh. “Chocolate pussy? Nice move.” you told him sarcastically. When suddenly you started falling from the sky and landed on a soft bed. You were in some lingerie.

“Fred I don't have time for this.” you snarled getting off the bed and imagining some normal clothes finally you succeeded and got some normal clothes.

Freddy appeared once again, “I fuckin' hate you lucid dreamers!” he yelled walking toward you “My little chocolate bunny drop give daddy a kiss.” he stated placing a finger on his cheek “Come on Chocolate baby!”

Making you laugh, “You sound ridiculous freddy.” you told him and with one last wave you heard a knock, calling you out of your dreams.

“Shit, hey what the fuck happened to you?” He asked making me chuckle “Nightmare.” we both shared a laugh, “TV?” only to receive a nod. Though something seemed off.

I turned on some show, Adult swim, robot chicken to be exact. I sat down and he sat down pretty close next to me his hand already on my thigh, to be honest I was looking for quick sex. And I only hope he was looking for the same. His hand trailed higher and higher toward my area, it annoyed me how long he was taking when it was almost completely obvious what I had wanted. I sighed and bit my lips pretending to get turned on by his sexual actions. I brought his hand higher toward my Clothed pussy. Pressing his hand on it causing me to moan. I licked my lips and he licked his, though his tongue seemed to be sharper than usual and longer than average. I got on top of his lap grinding on his growing bulge. His hands traveled to my ass groping and squeezing it and giving it a loud smack. “Chocolate baby.” he whispered grabbing my shirt and ripping it in two chocolate baby? Where'd I hear that from. I was a little surprised at his strength this shirt was made with strong thread something even a strong male wouldn't be able to rip. He took my bra off and immediately flipped over I was laid on my back on the couch and he overtop of me.

His hands fondling my nipples, sucking and kissing on my sensitive buds. “Mm fuck jake.” I moaned, letting him unbutton my pants, I slipped my panties off myself, a trail of my juices left on the panties I was practically in heat. I grinded my hips against his knee creating a friction causing me to moan.

“That's chocolate baby.”

The in the midst of pulling down his pants I froze. Chocolate baby? Chocolate baby? Where the fuck did I hear that.

“The fuck?!” I quickly kicked him off, earning a grunt in Fred's natural voice, “Nice while it lasted.” he sighed changing back to his original form. “Nice while it lasted? Dick.” I scolded him though he was looking directly at my pulsing pussy. “Fuck you!"

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brwnicons · 3 years

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Slashers x artsy!reader who asks them to pose

-> Summary: the title resumes it pretty well. Headcanons, and reader's gender isn't specified.

-> Warnings / Triggers: swearing, mentions of nudity in Freddy and Jason

-> Includes: Freddy, Jason, Brahms, Pennywise and Hannibal (NBC)

Please tell me if you find any mistake

Freddy

• You were running out of inspiration

• And then you thought of drawing Freddy, the easiest living reference you could find

• Well, easy might not be the word. Bold of you to assume that once he knows you need him he'll make it simple.

• Sooo you took a nap to tell him to pose for you

• Of course you would have to approach carefully, if you tell him that he's your muse you're going to give him a fucking huge ego boost and he'll might tease you for, weeks?? MONTHS???

• "Hey, Fred, could you help me out with something in the real world??" You would ask him after appearing in your shared dream flat

• He'll be high key confused

• What? You don't reach a high shelf? Did someone hurt you? Do you want him to make you a sandwich or does he have to kill someone?

• "Huh? What is it, sweetie?" He would say as he stops reading some porn magazine

• You took a deep breath

• "Wouldyouposeformeplease" You said as fast as you could

• Seeing his serious face you thought he didn't understand you

• UNTIL he started laughing like fucking hysteric

• "YA WANT ME TO POSE FOR YOU??"

• You instantly regretted telling him

• You muttered a low upset "sorry" and ended up waking up purposely

• You returned to your workplace, took a piece of paper and tried to think of something, frustrated for the lack of ideas

• "You mean posing like this?" You would suddenly hear

• You would then turn your head startled, just to see a fully naked Freddy in front of you, only equipped with his fedora and his characteristic bladed glove

• Well, it's Freddy the whore Krueger, what were you expecting?

• He isn't a man of words, but you understand that's his way of saying sorry

• Needless to say that you forgive him at the moment

• After some laughs you end up making one of your best pieces

• Even though this burned bastartd just keeps changing pose every 5 minutes and sometimes makes jokes when you're focused, or makes sexy growls and ask you if you "like what you see" if you look at him too much

• He can't be more proud of you work and he'll put it above your shared bed <3

Jason

• *Head tilt*

• He wouldn't understand at first but after you explain him he would be super happy that you admire him so much that you want to take him as reference

• Wait, actually he is sobbing

• Please give him a hug

• He would do whatever you want him to do, you want him laid down? Done. Outside by a campfire? He's already collecting wood. Maybe with some fancy hat? He has 10 different for you to choose. Whatever you want babe, he is on for everything

• He'll only be uncomfortable if you ask him to be naked or without his mask but you might convince him if you explain that you need to practice anatomy.

• Anyway, if you use him as reference more times he'll keep getting more used to it and some day he wouldn't mind at all

• He doesn't have problem with staying still till you finish, but after some hours he would want to check that there aren't any trespassers in the forest

• He would also like to see how the piece goes from time to time, let him see and he'll get happier (if that's even possible)

• He keeps every piece you made like it's his son, it could be a small wooden statue or a painting, he will protect every of them with his life

• Some times he'll take things from the campers that he thinks will inspire you, like a bright keychain or a trendy shoe.

• He really is just too cute

Brahms

• I think that he would be the only one who actually knows how to behave when used as model

• Like, actually he got portrayed once with his parents so at least he has a little experience about it

• But he is very excited that you want to take reference from him!

• Although he won't move when you're working, you'll need to stop every so often because he would want to eat or go to the bathroom

• And if you show him how the work is going and he doesn't like it he will throw a tantrum

• But he'll behave almost always because he respects your work, so depends mostly on the day

• Don't try to hide your works from him or you'll wake up one day with the Heelshire Mansion's walls covered in your paintings and with your work scattered around the rooms

• Also some of your works may dissapear because someone keeps them in their secret lair

• As his favourites books don't have pictures, he'll sometimes take some to you and ask you to draw something about his favourites scenes or he'll beg you to draw him as his favourite character <33

• Of course you'll do it

• And he might or might not cry (of course he does)

Pennywise

• You would explain that you want to draw some poses to practice anatomy

• And you would ask him to do them

• Maybe he's not the best example for anatomy practice since this red nosed rat has the body structure of a noodle

• If your thing is bizarre art then be prepared for making the best works!

• But honestly, as an artist, I would freak out if I could use Pennywise as reference

• This sewer clown has an inhuman flexibility so there's no impossible pose for him, you can ask him to pose however you want and somehow he will. It'll be a bit weird to look at but hey you asked for it!

• In fact if he senses that you're uncomfortable looking at him completely bent, he'll do it even more just to piss you off take pride on that you want to use him as reference

• Also he can litterally shape shift in everything he desires so doesn't matter if you want to draw a giraffe, a granny or a flower jar.

• Of course his work won't be free, so better have some sweets prepared for when you're done.

• The bad part is that he'll be constantly moving, speaking, making jokes... it's just impossible to make him take it serious. Also, it doesn't matter his form, you'll hear his bells tinkle all the time. Hope you can still focus.

• But in the end he'll appreciate every one of your works and he'll believe they are the absolutely best (and they are)

• He'll get some for his nest <3

• And some will go to the mansion's walls

• The kids are kinda confused to see all that art in a so gloomy mansion

• But if one of them says something negative about your works needless to say that they'll be the next appearing in the milk cartons

Hannibal (NBC)

• As another artist I'm sure he would understand you and would be completely fine with being your reference

• Once you ask him to pose he would smile and say a fast "wait a minute" before disappearing in your shared bedroom

• After some minutes he would come out with his finest suit and a bunch of art supplies

• "Shall we start?"

• He'll pose how you want, and as long as you need

• Show him occassionally how it's going and if you want he'll suggest colours or tools. If you don't want advise he'll respect it and just would be curious about how it ends

• Though however it ends he'll love it anyway.

• He'll show off your works to EVERYONE

• He'll even might try to convince you to expose them in an art gallery

• And definently you'll have them everywhere in your house.

• Maybe you two can make something together

• Like you can do a drawing and he colours it

• Also I picture him appearing someday and asking you to make some personalized tableware

• Back to the topic, Hannibal is SUPER supportive of your art as he himself is a man who appreciates it and knows the effort that making art takes, physical and psychological.

• Speaking of psychology, of course he'll analyze every single piece you make

• After you've been together for a while, he'll ask you to pose for him too

• In fact both of you would be used to being in the same room with the other when one of you takes casually a notebook and starts sketching the other

• This being said, you are the typical artsy couple <3

• He would take you to museums, operas or the best parks to help you with inspiration <3

• And art supply that you mention, art supply that appears in your workplace the day after

• Workplace with of course a special spot for posing with great lighting

• Workplace that he indeed made you himself

• <333

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pretty-slasher · 4 years

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Freddy Kruger with trans Male s/o whos going through a lot of transphobia at work if possible ^^

Sure!

Freddy x Trans Male S/o Going through transphobia at work

Freddy might not notice your upset at first to be honest. You’d most likely have to tell him what was going at at work for him to understand why your so upset, but even if you don’t want to talk to him about it, he’ll figure it out eventually.

Once he does realize what’s happening he’s definitely not going to be happy about it. If you don’t want whoever’s making you feel bad about yourself dead then you’re gonna have to seriously try hard to convince Freddy not to kill them.

God help them if you ever come home upset and crying over it. Then you may as well just not waste your time trying to convince him not to hurt them. There’s really not stopping him at this point.

Even if you somehow can’t convince him not to kill your coworkers or asshole boss, they’re definitely gonna have some severe nightmares for a while. But let’s be honest, he’ll probably end up killing them.

Freddy might not really be the best at showing it, but he does love you and wants you to know that too. He’ll cuddle you for hours, even though he’s not really the cuddly type, and basically do anything to let you know he loves you. No matter what.

If the transphobia continues after he takes out the main people making you feel bad, he’ll probably try to convince you to find a new job in the same field. He honestly just wants the best for you, even if he sucks at showing it sometimes.

Ok I hope this was alright!! 💕

#freddy kruger #freddy kruger x reader #slashers #slashers x reader #freddy kruger x trans reader #freddy kruger x trans male reader #slashes x trans reader #slashers x trans male reader #nightmare on elmstreet #transphobia

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theyanderespecialist · 4 years

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Request and Rules Open For Death Is Not An Escape, Yandere Dead By Daylight Headcanons/One shots/Scenarios

[ Death Is Not An Escape, Yandere Dead By Daylight Headcanons/One shots/Scenarios

Death Is No Escape, not from the Survivors, Killers, and Entity that all love you to the point of madness and obsession.]

Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with A really big requested yandere series in which it is dead by daylight characters the killers and survivors

Here is what you can Request and the rules.

-One Shots:

Will Almost all The Time Will Do Only

OC Marie or Mark

Or Michelle in One shots

Comment bellow Who you want to see :)

-Headcanons:

Hehehehe you can ask as many Killers or Survivors or even the entity as you want with Headcanons

Such as the following

-Can I get Headcanons with Trapper cuddling his darling

.He is a big teddy bear when he wants to be.

.He may be covered in blood from a fresh kill

.but here he can hold you and cuddle you

.Whispering possessive and deranged nothings in your ear.

And so on

You may also asks Questions such as

Who would be aggressive to their love and who would adore them or both, out of Huntress, Trapper, Doctor, Wraith, Nurse,

Adores you:

Nurse

Aggressive With You:

Trapper

Doctor

Both:

Wraith

Huntress

Also Questions like what nicknames they have and so on.

This is how you Requests

.What yandere or yanderes you want to know more about

.Reader

Male or Female

.Can also be any type of reader.

Chubby

Straight

Gay

Blind

Small

Tall

Incest

And so on, anything really except child (Unless it is platonic)

-Scenarios

This is like Oneshots and Headcanons smashed into one you can ask as many as you like with any reader you want but the Scenario must be the same for all the ones you are asking

like for example a Request I got off of tumblr

Anonymous said:

Preggo sex with some dbd? Like Trapper, Wrath and futa!Huntress?

(Which yes I will make this asap just lots of things going on)

Suicidal Reader with Dwight, Meg, Jake, Claudette, Pyramid Head, Demogorgan

.Ask for which yandere and Yanderes

.Ask for what type of reader

.Male Or Female

Their will also be OCS with me my OC Michelle and Marie or Mark you may also ask any of the the above with My OC

No Child sex scene Reader must be Fifteen or older for sex scenes.

You may also Choose Yandere Or Yanderes Character(S) X Love Interests Characters

Such as

Micheal Myers X Freddy Kruger

Trapper X Meg

Laurie X Claudette

And Genderbents of characters are a yes. like Female Trapper or Male Meg

Also Futa for both

Futa Huntress

Futa Trapper (In which he may have just a pussy or a cock and pussy)

or if your feeling really wild

Female Futa Doctor (In which they are genderbent and futa)

Also if I was not clear

I will do any type of reader

That goes for chubby blind deaf curvy thick handicap and so on anything and everying

Lesbian, straight, gay, bisexual, pansexual,

or even gender identy

transgender (Please say was born Male or Female but identifies as male or female I am easily confused by the normal terms) non binary, female, male, intersex and so on.

Anyways Please Enjoy and Stay Sexy!

[Also Image above is how Marie looks like roughly except thick thives seriously curves like size double E almost and juicy booth and more hour glass like she is a catch of sexiness~~]

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sad-af1121 · 7 years

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Unforgettable Part 1/?

Summary: You thought your life would be played out they way you thought. But due to a tragic event, you left everything, including your soulmate, Bucky Barnes. Pairing: Deadpool x Reader (platonic friendship) Bucky Barnes x Reader (eventually) Word Count:1830 Warnings: Language, angst A/N: Hey :) So this is my first fic series and it’s very slow burned. There’s a lot to the story, and if y’all enjoy it, please let me know and I’d be happy to continue it! This is a very angsty fic, so I’m warning you now. Feedback is welcomed 💜

3 years.

It’s been 3 years since you left your family…

You left your home…

Your friends…

And your lover.

You don’t remember the last time you genuinely smiled, or laughed, or even lived.

Every day was the same. You’d sleep throughout the day, not giving a fuck about the world that seemed to be all sunshine and rainbows. When in truth, the world is pretty fucked up and you’d wondered why people would waste their time having fun, going out, having children, being in love…

They have no idea what goes on in secrecy. What evil organizations are trying to take over the world, an alien invasion, mutant war or the attack of robots who deem that humanity is the reason for everything horrible in the world. And guess what, that robotic, red-eyed son of a bitch was right, however you believed it’s the ones who set out to perfect the human race or did unspeakable things deserve to get rid of from this world and the next. But there were only a few who could work together to save mankind from things that.

Of course, you used to be in a team, but then again that was a time where things were much simpler.

At night, you’d go out and find any suspicious activity. Whether it was saving people lives from criminals or hunting down assholes who have wronged so many and hurt a dozen or so. It didn’t matter. You didn’t care. As long as you showed fear in those who have done or did horrendous acts. They didn’t deserve to be happy, why should they. They’re all scumbags, lacking emotions. They were just… things without a soul. Lifeless creatures walking amongst the living, who believe to have a purpose in the world.

You used to have a purpose. Not anymore.

By dawn, your clothes would be ripped, drenched in blood, sweat, and dirt. You’d look like you stepped out of a horror movie, however, it was reality. You fought with your own inner demons on a daily basis. Oh wait, you’d forget you can sense emotions radiating off of people. You still weren’t used to absorbing all the emotions people felt. You learned to turn off yours a long time ago.

You didn’t need them; you were emotionless.

You weren’t always like this. There was a time where you loved helping people deal with their feelings to try and get them to be happy. Life always fascinated you. You were intrigued with the world and what is was capable of doing, showing and creating. It was a beautiful white canvas that was painted over with mother nature’s intendancies and desires. But you saw the world and life colorless, black and white with red.

You never knew who your real parents were. You were put in an orphanage at the age of 13. You had no memory of your previous years. It was like someone deprived you of that, yet you had no clue if you had maybe suffered through something traumatic or had a medical condition that caused you to have long term memory loss, learning how to do everything again, creating a new identity. A new you.

At the age of 15, you were sent to a foster home. You had a loving family and a brother who would do anything for you. However, knowing the life you set for yourself, you pushed them out your life, no shut them out. They were safe not knowing where you were, if you’re alive or not. You remember the first time they freaked out over your powers. Yeah, more than one. Not only could you feel what others were feeling, but you emitted energy in form of blue fire, wrapping around your hands. It’s also powered my emotions.

Your own actually.

You had to be careful not to get upset or angry or else you’d send a wave of power, damaging a whole lot. You found this out when you were being examined and tested by Bruce Banner. He was fascinated by your molecular makeup and so was Tony. Well, Tony cared about perfecting you in any way possible, building weapons and gadgets to help you aim your powers whenever they got out of control.

You were anything but in control.

Your foster parents had thrown you a birthday party when the lights went out. You got upset and when your foster mother tried calming you down, but you got more upset. You balled your fists and blue fire appeared, lighting up the room in the most exquisite and mesmerizing color. They were afraid to touch you but as you saw the fear and worry they had, the blue orbs disappeared. You leaped into their arms and started crying, trying to understand what was going on. They told you, you brought light into their lives. You smiled a bit at the memory. They didn’t know what to do but to keep your powers a secret so that people didn’t hurt you. You were their daughter and they protected and cared for you as long as they could.

As long as you would.

You longed to go back and stop the things that brought you here in the first place. Life was slipping through your delicate hands that were now tough and torn from your lack of caring. Sure, you were still beautiful, capturing the eyes of any male or female who found you exquisite and stunning. But you just couldn’t keep up with yourself. People came first rather than you. That’s how its always been. Your fears came true and you were living in one for the rest of your life until you draw your last breath…

Trapped.

***

You groan, hearing your alarm go off and you slam your fist on the device before snapping your eyes open and seeing it in a million pieces. Shit, you cursed at yourself and shifted around the bed, trying to get in a better position to sleep your ass off. However, your roommate started blaring music around the house as a reminder to wake you up. You grabbed an unoccupied pillow and covered it over your head and ears, blocking the horrendous music from ruining your precious sleep. But the sound of the door, slamming open and hitting the wall startled you.

“Ya know Y/n, it’s not healthy to sleep your ass off all day. How else are ya gonna get that ass nice and firm?”

“Get the fuck out Wade!” You threw that same pillow at his head, which he skillfully blocked by ducking his head then turning back to you, plopping himself on the bed. Your roommate is indeed, Deadpool himself. He found you struggling in an alleyway, pressed against a brick wall with some smug bastard’s hands around your throat. He swooped in and saved your life. Well, you used your powers to throw the guy off you and he shot him before he could hit the ground but he was fascinated with the fact that you were a mutant. You two instantly grew fond of each other and he’s been your friend ever since.

But that didn’t change the fact of how annoying this son of a bitch was.

“That really hurt my feelings. I thought we were more than an abusive relationship Y/n? I thought you loved me?” He says with his stupid sarcastic voice that makes you wanna punch the daylights out of him. You growl and sit up, flashing the Freddy Kruger, looking guy a fake smile.

“I’m up asshole. Now go and fuck up someone else’s day, okay?” You rolled your eyes and looked at the other clock you had on your dresser, 8:30 p.m. You signed and hopped out of bed, making your way to your bathroom to get dressed and freshen up.

He casually follows.

“So what’s for today’s agenda, you apathetic little troll? Gonna go guns blazzin’ in another supermarket?” He snickers and bends over, laughing like he saw someone run into a glass window.

“No asshole. I didn’t know that jerk was gonna run in there in the first place. I didn’t wanna lose him, and it’s not like I shot anyone besides that criminal.”

“Y/n… you shot him in the dick.” He cringes. “Even I felt that one. You took his babymaker away. How else is he supposed to cumpie in women?”

Your eyes shot wide open and your nostrils flared at his comment and you threw your switchblade from the bathroom, stabbing Wade in the chest. He looks down at the weapon as if nothing happened and looks back up to you, in total disbelief.

“Baby, what did I say about throwing your toys everywhere? People can get seriously hurt.” He pulls out the blade, groaning before wiping off the blood and handing it back to you.

“We need counseling sweetheart. I-I don’t think I can live like this.” The smug bastard pretends to cry and sound hurt, but you know he’s all act. He’s like a walking bad comedy movie that you wish never existed. You pinch the bridge of your nose showing how frustrated and agitated you were becoming.

“Wade, is there a reason why you’re being more of a complete ass this evening? You’re usually hanging out with that idiot who doesn’t know how to speak when I’m around… What’s his name like rodent or something?” You lean against the door frame with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, you mean Weasel? He tried wearing my suit but hurt himself by tripping on it and banging his head against the coffee table, so he’s home…away from me.” He chuckles and you shake your, walking towards your closet, fetching your boots.

“Ohhh, and some Cap guy called your cell today. I thought I was the only other person who knew your number?” He stands in front of you with his arms crossed. You froze and your anxiety levels rising.

“Wh-when did h-he call?”

“This morning. I told him you were out…” He bends down, taking your hand in his, snapping you from your thoughts.

“Hey, it’s alright. I think you should talk to him, he sounded concerned.” You nod your head and look up at him.

“Yeah, yeah… just give me some time.”

Wade nods and kisses your forehead before getting up and walking out the room. You glance at your cell sitting on the nightstand, across the room. You sit there for a good hour, contemplating if you should contact the only people who knew the Y/n before she died. You were a new person. How would they handle that? What did he want? Did… did something happen?

Panic strikes within you and you leap up, sprinting across the room, grabbing your phone, before dialing Steve’s number. It wasn’t saved on your phone, no. You knew it by heart.

Ring, ring…

Your breathing hitches as you hear the familiar voice that was once warm and inviting to desperate and exhausted.

“Y/n? We need your help.”

Tags: @buckybarnesismypreciousplum, @thatawkwardtinyperson, @the-violent-peach, @amrita31199, @finallybreathee, @jezzula, @atari-writes

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#unforgettable fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #avengers au #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #marvel fic #marvel #bucky barnes imagine #deadpool #deadpool x reader #angst

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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~ My Flesh ~ Thomas Hewitt ~

warning : +18, minors don't interact, smut, chainsaw play, knife play, blood drinking, cannibalism, praise kink, angst, hurt, tiny comfort, mutulating a corpse, death

Summary : Another night past, she continued to look around for her car keys. But next to her husbands she finds herself in the hands of the cannibal.

next chapter, masterlist

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It seemed like an eternity before she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. The warmth of the wax and the room through the water came to her.

Nevertheless, the goosebumps did not leave her body when she stepped out with the towel. Looking around, however, she found that Vincent had disappeared.

She was alone again. Sighing, she looked for her dress but it seemed to have been either taken or broken by the killer. Looking around, she was surprised to find a new dress on the bed where she had been lying before.

Not completely new, the individual wax and blood stains let her know that it had already been worn. ,,The dress of a dead woman" came over her lips as she put it on and dared to go out into the corridors. Still looking for the key and her freedom.

The question of where exactly her car keys might be crossed her mind. But in the end she only had the option to keep looking. Still on the middle floor, she only had the option of going down or up. They're upstairs, she thought, thinking of the Ghostface killers.

They hadn't touched her last time and otherwise they seemed to be less of a threat than, say, Pennywise. But the clown seemed to be the biggest mystery under Freddy. Maybe the supernatural really existed? But they hadn't really helped her when Brahms came. She shook her head above, she wouldn't get far.

Except to feel Michael's uncomfortable presence on the back of her neck all the time. Something she wanted to avoid. So she decided to go down another floor. Maybe the keys are at Eddie's she thought as she tried to look somewhat normal again.

She smoothed out her dress, tidied her hair and tried not to tremble at the slightest movement in the shadows. Eddie Gluskin seemed to have been down here the longest. He was her first husband of eleven. He was the one who wanted her from the beginning. He had to have her keys.

Her footsteps stop in the hallway as she walks down the corridor towards the lift. Neither Bo nor Vincent nor Peenywise had shown up to bother her. ,,It's almost too quiet," she muttered and stood in the lift, about to close the grate when she flinched and stifled a scream.

Michael emerged from the shadows, his head slightly tilted as he watched her. In the silence she heard his deep breaths, the two black holes in his mask watching her and his knife still in his hand. Is that what he gave me? she asked herself, wondering anyway where all her wedding presents were.

They would turn up again. ,,I'm going downstairs, Michael," she told him, pointing to the lift display before it started moving and she disappeared from his sight. He frightened her.

His silent way of moving around just like Jason. The two of them scared her the most in that respect. Not to mention that she was still dependent on the protection of her husbands.

Although the patients in her mental state knew that they had to avoid the eleven, this was not the case with her. She shuddered when she thought of the scene in the kitchen. It's only a matter of time, she thought, biting her lip as she thought of the clown.

He seemed to feed off her fear, the first time she met him was enough for her. For a moment she seemed to feel his teeth in her skin again.

A painful memory. Shaking her head slightly, she heard the lift stop and she arrived at the lowest floor. ,,Searching," she murmured and began to look around in the still somewhat lit parts of the lowest floor. Easier said than done.

The lights seemed to get dimmer by the minute. With every step through the corridors, into rooms and corners, it seemed to get darker. She found her way to the lift and to Eddie and Brahms' room again, but she didn't knock.

Her hand hovered for a moment in front of the wood. But when she thought of how Eddie might react, she said. He would probably just take me on the bed again she thought and felt uncomfortable before she hurriedly went on.

Through more corridors and hallways before she stopped at a junction when something caught her eye. She let her gaze wander for a moment before something like joy appeared on her face. ,,My room," she said delightedly and opened the door to the room where she had woken up chained.

After touching the light switch, the single naked bulb came on and illuminated the bed. Before she discovered an old table that actually contained her gifts. Going there immediately, she looked for the knife but did not find it. ,,Are you looking for something?" she suddenly heard a voice behind her and saw Freddy grinning at her, leaning against the wall.

She saw him watching her, didn't know how long he had been standing there until his blades were dragging across the wall, leaving furrows. ,,My knife...where is it Freddy?" she asked, trying not to let her discomfort show. But the demon only smirked before the light flickered and it suddenly went dark.

Instantly the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, her heart beat faster and she was about to rush towards the door when it suddenly disappeared. ,,Let me go, I'm awake," she urged him and pressed herself against the wall to have something against her back.

She was awake, she felt the cold, her heartbeat, she felt everything. She could not sleep. She heard his laughter, the sounds rubbing against each other. Suddenly she felt a strand of her hair being tugged and twisted.

She flinched and wanted to flee, but fear had taken hold of her. ,,Clever girl," he purred before the light in the room went on and she was alone again. She felt her legs threaten to give way for a moment and she pressed herself even harder against the wall. Her fingers went to her hair.

The strand had been cut off. He had touched her indirectly. It was only a matter of time before he would strike. Dragging herself along the wall, she came back to the door.

She opened it and was about to run into the corridor when she bumped into someone. But instead of something warm and human, it was cold steel she ran into. ,,Thomas" she said quietly, the name of Leatherface who was holding his chainsaw in front of her and she had run straight into it.

She swallowed, knowing that all he had to do was turn it on. One switch on and her body would be cut horribly in half. She slowly moved back into the room, wanting to get away from him. Please not now she thought and had already put her hand on the door when he simply took her by the wrist and pulled her out again.

She hissed at his grip which was painful, not bone breaking but it would leave a mark. ,,Please don't, not so hard, I'm coming with you" she tried to persuade him but he continued to pull her silently behind him towards the lift. Thomas Hewitt had hardly noticed him, even less than the others.

But his sudden appearance frightened her. Especially because she knew he was a cannibal. Just let it be the night, she prayed inwardly as she got into the lift with Thomas and they rode up in silence. She tried to put as much distance between them as possible. But because of his height and width, in addition to the chainsaw, this was hardly possible.

Only when the lift opened and they got out did they have some space. She knew where he was pulling her. She knew they were going towards his room. They had almost reached the door when they suddenly heard a noise.

At first she thought it was one of the other murderers, but when she saw that it was just another patient, she calmed down...no, she even felt safe. A strange thought but she still blamed it on her encounter with Freddy. She heard Thomas grumble something that she could best translate as ,,Wait". She should have run away, screamed, run and just get out of here.

But she didn't. She knew that if she ran now, she would trust the older one to kill her. Instead she stood still, trying to calm herself somehow as she watched the horror before her eyes. Thomas walked towards the patient, the sound of his chainsaw before he suddenly lunged and thrust it through the patient.

Screams mixed with the noise of engines and blood and organs splattered to the floor. But what brought the nausea to her body was when he dragged the lifeless body behind him to come back to her before he opened the door and they both went inside. ,,Oh...this is ehm...nice" she tried to pretend to be interested as she almost threw up. The whole room was strewn with bones, corpses and other human and animal remains.

Coupled with a hint of old sixties and seventies furniture and wallpaper that could be found, and a risque butcher's cleaver hanging from the ceiling. It was the very hoe on which Thomas suddenly found the body hanging. It was disgusting.

It took all her strength not to vomit on the floor. Instead, she stopped, still slightly unsure, and looked around. Before she heard the grumble of Thomas symbolising her to come closer. She nodded slightly and followed his instructions before coming to him.

Suddenly, however, his risky hand was on her shoulder and he began to tug at her dress. ,,No wait!" she shouted, signaling him to wait. To her surprise, he did, although for a moment he seemed slightly confused by her reaction.

She took a shaky breath in and out as she took the dress and pulled it off over her head. Carefully she laid the dress on a table and made a makeshift attempt to cover her breasts and intimate areas. This is worse than Vincent's she thought and lowered her gaze to the floor.

She feared that any second he would grab her and put her out of bed. She flinched as she felt him place her in front of the dead body. She looked up slightly and saw him move away from her and pull on an iron chain that lifted the body slightly over her. ,,Shall-Shall I help you?" she tried, hoping it would just be over.

Everywhere she looked, death seemed to be looking at her. She suppressed a sound of fear as she saw him grab a large butcher's knife and come towards her. ,,Don't!" she screamed as she saw him lunge and she closed her eyes. But he wasn't aiming at her, instead she felt the patient's warm blood run down and cover her naked body only seconds later.

Thomas had cut the dead man's throat and the blood that was still in his body flowed down onto her naked body. It was warm, sticky and it seemed to take her over completely.

The more she breathed in, trying to swallow her panic, the more metal she smelled. It was intoxicating and dizzying. But she didn't have time to wipe the blood off, instead Thomas grabbed her and threw her onto the bed.

She could feel the decompression sticking to her, the blood not leaving her body and the bed turning red. ,,Thomas, I-" she was about to try to reason with him when she saw not only his intense arousal but also that he had the chainsaw in his hand. She fell silent and pressed herself against the wall behind her, trying not to scream.

He came closer, the glint of hunger and excitement in his eyes. The blood excites him, she realised, feeling not only her aversion but also how the blood and the temeparut fall and rise had hardened her nipples slightly. She felt the blood all too clearly on her.

Before she suddenly felt the cold sting of the ketensaw on her arm. ,,Please...don't" she pleaded and looked at Thomas. She saw lust behind the mask. She felt him move the steel from her arm to her torso up to her breasts. The small metal hacks of the chainsaw scraped across her sensitive nipples with just the right amount of pressure.

He knew what he was doing and something told her that this was apparently not the first time he had done this. She felt the metal clench lightly against her, stronger for a moment, weaker for a moment.

How her body reacted unwillingly before he let go of her breasts and she gave an unwelcome sigh. She heard his breathing grow heavier, more excited almost needy. She winced as she suddenly felt the cold metal go up her leg.

With every centimetre he moved closer to her centre, her heart beat faster and faster. ,,You...Thomas...you can do better than that, can't you?" she asked, hoping that she would get him to back off. But she saw that he seemed to ignore her, and the metal moved further up her leg.

On her heated body it felt pleasant in spite of everything. As if she were putting ice on the hot spots. But she couldn't escape, she was already too pressed against the wall. She was tense, aware of the danger of the machine, but still. But she felt her heart beating faster, and not just out of fear.

She had truly been down here too long. ,,Please Thomas...I know you are good-show me how good" she stammered as the first spikes of her sex were only a hand's width away and she was afraid of what he would do when he had achieved what he wanted. But he stopped. Suddenly he stopped and looked from the machine to her.

She saw something change in his gaze, he seemed to be enjoying it. He wants praise, she said in a flash. She leaned forward slightly and felt the blood move slightly before her fingers ran over the cold machine. ,,Show me how good you can be," she encouraged him, flinching as he lifted the chain sails and moved them slightly in front of her.

Before she gave him an encouraging nod and also weighed the body. It was only moments before the machine started and she whimpered slightly.

Before she saw him use the machine to further abuse and dismember the already destroyed body. She heard the bones crack, the blood splash around and the intestines hit the floor.

Before the machine was placed on the table by Thoams, the engine still running and she felt small new splashes of blood covering her. Before she suddenly saw Thomas coming towards her and taking off his apron. The old shirt revealed much of his body.

Although he was taller and broader, she could clearly see the strength that resided in him. She saw the distinct bulge that appeared on his trousers. This won't...fit she thought and winced as he joined her on the bed.

She felt the bed creak and the old mattress sink slightly. She wanted to try to get off the bed but felt him practically overpower her with his body alone.

She had no chance to escape. Instead she felt his fingers go to her hair, the once soft strands sticky with blood, but Thomas didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, it seemed to please him.

The more blood on her body seemed to excite him even more. I am his food she thought in shock and feared the worst. But Thomas seemed to have his own plans. While he used his one hand to explore her body.

Her breasts in a semblance of massage, feeling the softness under his fingers, he used his other hand to lay her down on the bed as gently as he could.

She resisted, but she doubted he had even used his strength to push her down. The bed squeaked as he repositioned himself but did not let go of her.

She could still feel his big hand on her breasts, he could probably have doubled them over. She shuddered as she realised how big he actually was. She felt his arousal on her thigh as he leaned forward slightly.

Let go of her breasts and ran his hands along her belly and side. She felt him smear the blood, spreading it even further over her body. She saw how he seemed to grin as his leather mask slightly consumed. Before he suddenly leaned down and licked the blood from her breasts.

She gasped in surprise as he almost aggressively licked the blood from her body, even biting her lightly and seeming to try to get her blood.

Her hands alternated from the bloody stuff to his arms, she felt his muscles under his shirt, felt him wanting more of her. She tried to concentrate on him, the arousal flowing slowly through their bodies.

For a moment this seemed to work before she suddenly felt something cold and sharp against her stomach and suddenly opened her eyes. ,,Thomas!" she cried out, half pleading, half frightened, as the cannibal pressed the point lightly into her belly.

She hissed and tried to push him away, afraid he would disembowel her. But he did not move. Instead he pushed the tip further in and she cried out briefly as he broke through the skin and got what he wanted. Her blood.

Instantly she felt his warm tongue running over her wound, taking as much of his blood as he could get. She felt his arousal twitch, how he wanted more and his other hand went up her leg. She tried to close her legs but his one hand was enough to open them again.

She let out a sigh mixed with painful sounds through the wound. As Thomas' fingers rubbed over the small tender spot. He had heard her reaction, looked at her and repeated his movement. He felt her legs trying to close again, twitching slightly as he increased the pace.

How she laid her head on the pillow and the words of praise reached his ears. Before she heard the rattle of fabric and the unbuckling of a belt. Tension was in her body as she saw him place himself, the blood that was on his hands now on her centre.

It was the mixture of her blood and the patient's that he used to bring his cock to full arousal. She swallowed again and would have liked to jump off the bed. But Thomas didn't seem to care. For him, his own pleasure seemed to be more important.

Without preparing her or warning her, he simply penetrated her. His almost guttural grunt was interrupted by her groan. As her fingers clawed into his arm, clinging to him, she tried to get used to him somehow. But Thomas was taller and wider than Eddie and Brahms.

It was as if he felt her completely, it took her breath away for a moment. ,,Th-Thomas" she tried to sign to him somehow that he should wait.

Tried to get him to listen to her but he did not. Instead he thrust into her, seeming to lose himself in her, finally getting the physical intimacy while chasing his fantasy. She gasped as she felt his hand grasp her hip painfully. Just the right pressure to make her shudder.

Just the right pressure to make her do his bidding. She felt him pulling her against him as she tried to get away from him. But he didn't let her, he just pulled her back, kept using her before she heard him pull the knife back over her body with his other hand.

Her breathing was irregular, whimpering moans came from her lips. She groaned as the older man drew the blade across her skin just enough to let a small gush of blood flow again. Before he wiped the blood from her again with his tongue, leaving marks.

All while he not only thrust into her faster but also released his hand from the knife and gripped her neck. She felt him squeeze, increasing the pressure on her neck. As she swallowed, automatically trying to get more air into her body.

While her eyes went from open to closed and her hands went from his arms to his hand. Slipping from the force of his thrusts and arousal. While a suppressed moan slipped from her lips.

She felt her body tingle as she desperately tried to stave off the inevitable. ,,Tho-Thomas...the-the others" she said and looked at him pleadingly. Hoping he would understand what she meant. Before he let go of her at the last moment.

She inhaled heavily again but barely had time to calm down. Then he simply lifted one of her legs over his shoulder as if she were just one of his victims.

A lifeless object he used. Only to thrust into her even faster. The throaty pleasure-filled sounds filled the room. She felt herself coming closer to her own end, felt the tingling in her abdomen and Thomas becoming almost animalistic.

His grip on her waist tightened, she felt him bend down again to lick away the blood he had received. ,,Please," she pleaded, panting, her head shifting back and forth on the pillow in a desperate attempt to block out the sensible noises echoing in the room.

It was only a few moments before she felt him become more erratic, chasing his own orgasm. Suddenly, as she felt her own orgasm approaching, she felt an unspeakable pain in her leg. A guttural moan mixed with a scream and Thomas's grunt made them both come.

It took another moment for the cannibal to decide to pull out of her. She saw him looking at her with half-open eyes. His hands, smeared with blood and dirt, pulled out an old cloth from somewhere. Before the pain came again and she hissed. She looked down and saw that he had bitten into her thigh.

Saw his bite deep enough to make it bleed. Before he tried to stop the bleeding slightly with the cloth. ,,Thank you," she murmured, nodding slightly at him, still overwhelmed by pain and arousal, before pressing the cloth to the wound. Before he gave her one last look and rose from the bed to put his apron back on and grab a knife.

Before he began to cut up the corpse as if nothing had happened. The smell of blood permeated the room as she tried to ignore the sounds of the butcher. Instead she prayed that she could walk.

To be the immobile one down here. I might as well throw myself into his chainsaw, she thought, closing her tired eyes for a moment.

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