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Kinktober day 17

Jason voorhees + dry humping

Im gonna try and catch up on kinktober, can’t promise they’ll all be done in October, but I will finish this list at some point. No beta read, we die like Jason’s victims.

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The underbrush crunched under your boot as you ran through the forest, your heavy boots doing nothing to silence the sound of your feet as they stomped through the leaves and plant life. Behind you, you could hear the sound of a person hot on your tail, their steps louder than your own and if you listened closely, you could hear them panting.

Had it been anyone else you would have started truly running for your life, but as you knew it was only Jason, you kept it at a manageable pace, knowing he wouldn’t truly kill or hurt you. This had all been Jason’s idea, after you got together, he seemed to finally discover his libido and how he always got excited when hunting other people. He really wanted to hunt you through the woods like you were one of his victims, though without all the traps. Just him and his machete.

Of course, he hadn’t outright asked you immediately when he got the idea. He actually avoided it as much as possible, to the point where he would avoid you after hunting whoever his last victim was because he didn’t want you to see his half hard erection, or notice how he was panting a little deeper than normal.

But one day you noticed, it was late at night and Jason must have assumed you had gone to sleep when he returned to your shared cabin. He was cleaning off his machete when you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, the large man almost flipping around and chopping your head off in surprise. When he realized it was you though, he shrunk in on himself somewhat, especially when you started running your hands up and down his thighs. That was when you realized he was hard, and after some prodding got it out of him what had caused it.

So here you were, running through the woods in some heavy boots, baggy denim pants, some t-shirt you didn’t care for and one of the jackets Jason had brought back from one of his victims. When you felt Jason near you and the tips of his fingers brush against your back you sped up, a breathless laugh escaping you as you left him in the dust. You knew from how Jason started storming after you that it had served its purpose and made him even more excited.

When you neared a large boulder, you tried to turn and go in another direction, but the strong powerful hands of your boyfriend grabbed onto your jacket and wrenched you back. You let out a yell of fake fear as he grabbed you, looking over your shoulder and trying to appear truly terrified as you struggled out of your jacket, stumbling over your feet as you slipped free and left the fabric in Jason’s iron grip.

You also used this time to look at Jason and smirked internally at his appearance. To everyone else he would look the same, but you could tell he was really affected by this. What skin was visible was shiny with sweat and his chest and shoulders rose and lowered as he panted, his breath creating small clouds in the cold night air.

Turning to continue to run, you only got maybe 20 meters before your foot was caught in a root that was sticking up, sending you crashing to the ground. You flipped around to see Jason standing right over you, machete gripped tightly in his fist as he seemed to step out of the mindset of a killer and tilt his head, asking in his own way if you were okay. Giving a small nod of reassurance that yes you were fine, you kept up your role of victim and tried to crawl backwards when your foot was free.

Your upper back hit the trunk of a tree and you were stuck, gulping the spit that gathered in your mouth as Jason slowly walked towards you, his slow sure gait sending a shiver of excitement up your spin. A gasp left you as Jason picked you up by the shirt and slammed you back into the tree, crowding around you and forcing his way between your legs causing you to hook them around his hips.

Jason stabbed the machete into trunk of the tree and pushed himself closer to you, his panting audible through the hockey mask as he stared down at you. You moaned as his hips met yours, your lengths rubbing against one another, the shaky groan leaving Jason telling you he was just as affected. The role of victim and killer seemed to have been thrown into the wind as Jason stared grinding his hips into yours, his head falling onto your shoulders as he panted and groaned.

You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, trying to grind back against his movements. He grabbed your hips in his strong hands and held you in place, his movements going from grinding to rough humping, the denim of your pants digging roughly against your crotch and making you whimper. You cursed to yourself as he pressed you further into the tree, his powerful hips humping against yours with what appeared to be no difficulty or strain.

You could feel how hard he was through his pants as his large length humped against your own, the noises he released sounding almost animalistic as he panted and growled, spit dripping from behind his mask and onto your shoulder as his hands dug bruises into your hips. You could tell he was about to cum as his movements grew more jagged and rough, the noise that leaves him sounding like a wounded animal as you feel warmth spread over the front of his pants and seeping into your own. He keeps moving his hips, humping into your own until you cum, your head smacking into the tree behind you as you throw your head back at the orgasm, the feeling ripping through you all the way down to your toes that curl in your boots.

The two of you stand there pressed up one another and panting, trying to catch your breaths as Jason’s hips move in small twitchy moves, overstimulation making you both sensitive to the smallest movement. Leaning down you press a kiss to whatever part of his head you can reach and rest against him, trying to calm down your heartbeat. When Jason seems to have caught his breath he took a step back, still holding you against him as he starts making his way back to your cabin, his walk slightly awkward as he wasn’t used to walking around after doing something like this.

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𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐒/𝐎 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒

❤︎︎ 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝟖𝐚𝐦. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝟏𝟐 𝐚𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟

❤︎︎ 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

❤︎︎ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩. 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐍𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

❤︎︎ 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. “𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?“ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, “𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝.“ 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 “𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞“ 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.

❤︎︎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞. “𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞?“ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲.

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒

❤︎︎ 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟐𝟒/𝟕. 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲.

❤︎︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞�� 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

❤︎︎ “𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐩!“ 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝟒-𝟓 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐩.

❤︎︎ 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧.

❤︎︎ 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐎𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭.

❤︎︎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝.

❤︎︎ 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞, “𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠?“ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, “𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝“ 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝. “𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧.“ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, “𝐅𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠“ 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. “𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰.“ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬

❤︎︎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒

❤︎︎ 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲

❤︎︎ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.

❤︎︎ 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝

❤︎︎ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩.

❤︎︎ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. “𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤? 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧“ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 “𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧“ “𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥“ “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞-“ 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 “𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩“ 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩.

❤︎︎ 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝐒𝐓𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

❤︎︎ 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞. 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

❤︎︎ 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐭.

❤︎︎ 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨.

❤︎︎ 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟓-𝟐𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

❤︎︎ 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞.

❤︎︎ 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐚𝐝. 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟.

❤︎︎ “𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧“ 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 “𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮“ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝.

❤︎︎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞.

authors note: thank you for the notes on Jealousy! also I’m very sorry if there are any spelling mistakes I just woke up and wanted to finish this.

taglist: @sl4shers @starboashee @gr4veyardg1rl

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unhinged-with-no-gender · 2 years

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Hello! Ehe I'm here for another ask! Slashers with an s/o that acts like Wednesday Addams(☆▽☆)

apologies for the late response, shit blew up in my family and unfortunately I had to help deal with some of said explosions. Anyways- I'm so excited to have a slashers ask grbrbrbrbrbrb

Jason:

Very concerned about the death fascination, but can't really judge you for it (his victims probably only fuel your interest to be fair)

Please Do Not Hurt The Forest Creatures. If you're going to experiment on things please let it be already dead, or marked for death. Or trespassers, though he really couldn't care less about their fate.

Once he's more used to your nature and 'interests' he might start bring corpses to you fhdjkgsfkj

He spots a dead squirrel while on patrol and thinks of you. How romantic.

Hardly notices your tone at all tbh, it's just how you talk.

Michael Myers:

He's the most into it out of everyone.

He LOVES the cold, indifferent, tone you tend to have. If he talked more he'd probably sound the same. (He'd NEVER admit any of this though)

It's honestly probably a relief to him

Would kill/torture anyone in any way you want just so you can see how the body reacts.

Literally his favorite passtime

Perfect for him

Leatherface/Bubba Sawyer:

Supportive! Just please don't tamper with anything he intends to eat

If you want to experiment, please feel free to experiment in the kitchen with the corpses of his victims! (He knows that's not exactly what you meant, but he's trying.)

He'll gladly help you get resources to study, corpses and the such.

Gets a little offended by the cold way you talk sometimes, but gets over it.

Vincent Sinclair:

He doesn't have too much to say about it

He'll just let you do your own thing, just don't tamper with the corpses he's going to use for his museum. Or do, he won't say anything.

Just don't get in Bo's way.

Overall very unbothered lmao

Doesn't even get offended by any cold serious tone you may have, he's used to his brother being even worse.

Bo Sinclair:

literally unbothered, though differently from his brother.

You don't mind death? Good, help me kill this person.

You two are fucking menaces to the town oh my god

Definitely fuels your interests, doesn't much care to hear them though.

If you're cold with him he will be a bitch in response. You cannot be bitchier than this asshole.

Brahms Heelshire:

Does it affect the schedule? No?

Does Not Care.

Do NOT experiment on him, or even ask.

He WILL however bring you dead bugs and stuff he finds in the walls. It's clean enough in there, asides from the dust, but the occasional lizard or wasp will get stuck and slowly die.

Probably the most bothered by the cold way you tend to act though. Not a fan.

(If anyone has any other slashers they'd like for this then I'd gladly do them too :])

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amomentsescape · 4 months

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Hey I love yanderes and slashers and used to have a sleep walking problem where I would try to crawl through windows, can you do a yandere slasher x reader where the reader has developed Stockholm syndrome and been loving to the slasher so they trust them and let them have more freedom. Then they see them try to crawl out a window in their sleep? How would they react? Would they believe the reader? What would make them believe them if they didn't? If they didn't believe them the how would they react to finding out the reader told the truth?

Thank you so much! And merry Christmas! 🎄 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎅🎅🎅🎅🎅

Slashers with Reader Who Sleepwalks & Tries to Leave

Yandere! Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Warnings: Yandere behavior, of course. Mentions of abusive behavior

A/N: Merry (late) Christmas! I hope you all had a great holiday! For this request, I decided to leave Eric out. He's just the complete opposite to a Yandere in my opinion, and it was nearly impossible for me to write him as such. I hope that's okay!

Freddy Krueger

He knows you would never purposefully leave him

Like, he actually knows

His (undead) life revolves around sleep

He knows when you're awake and where you're actually sleeping, even if he keeps you stuck in his dream world

So when he finds you trying to escape out of the little window he built for you, he just laughs

He had already known you sleep walked

He'd been haunting your dreams for weeks prior to actually taking you

Freddy just keeps watching you, not really doing anything about it

You're stuck in his world either way

Might as well see how far you'll go

He'll almost use this as a test of sorts

He'll let you wander to wherever you want to go in your sleep, and he may even change the environment to something you don't recognize

When you wake up, his name better be the first thing that falls from your lips

If it's not...

Well, he'll just have to try harder at getting you to need him

Michael Myers

It took a very long time for Michael to get to this point

The fact that he lets you sleep without chains is a huge decision on his part

He doesn't trust easily

And any feelings of trust he did have come crumbling down the moment he wakes up without you beside him

It didn't take long to find you

There you were, pushing and prodding at the boarded up window

He's truly pissed

And a little hurt

He really thought you were growing to actually like your situation

But when he spins you around and sees your eyes staring blankly through him, he tilts his head

You don't seem... right?

He'll shake you harshly until he sees the life come back to your eyes

When you finally look up at him with a similarly confused look on your face, he starts to realize

He understands you well enough to know when you're not acting like yourself

When he finally explains what you were doing after you repeatedly asked him, you sigh

You explain that sometimes at night, you wander around without realizing it

A sleepwalker, huh?

Sadly, the chains will need to come out again

Jason Voorhees

You wouldn't actually leave him, right?

You seemed so caring

He actually believed you when you said you needed him

But here you were, trying to leave your shared home in the middle of the night

He almost breaks down as he picks you up and takes you back to your room

He finds it a bit odd that you don't fight back at all, but he assumes you just don't care to

He locks you up and makes sure that you can't go anywhere

How could you do this to him?

When you wake up the next morning in chains and not in your shared bed, you begin to cry for Jason

He tries to ignore you, but he can't bring himself to hear your sad voice calling out to him

You try your best to tell him that you don't remember what happened, and that you would never leave him

And maybe he's too trusting, but he believes you

You just seem so sad and so genuine that it's impossible for him to think it's anything other than honesty

You couldn't be that stupid anyways

You'd get lost in those woods alone at night, he knows that

So he just has to believe you

He loves you, and love means trust, right?

Thomas Hewitt

But you were being so sweet to him just hours before

How could you lie to his face like that?

He wakes up without you in his arms, and he just about loses it

Frantically searches for you around the house and finally finds you at one of the nailed in windows

He pulls you away quickly, staring at you sadly

He's waiting for an explanation, but you don't say anything

You just stare

You weren't acting like yourself

He pushes you back towards the bedroom and you walk the rest of the way yourself, climbing back into bed with ease

He's confused, but decides to see if it will happen again

You can't leave anyways

The whole house is locked up, and you don't even know where the keys are

You act just like your normal self the next day

And that night, you're back to walking around with a blank stare

He figures this just might be a thing you do

Doesn't really try to stop you, but he does follow you most nights to make sure you don't accidentally hurt yourself

On nights he wants you in bed, he ties some old fabric around your ankle and holds you tight while you sleep

You might not ever know about your late night adventures unless he decides to tell you

Bubba Sawyer

He's quite literally blubbering to you

He's crying, he's frantic, he even shakes you a bit, and you just stand there not responding

He keeps waiting, and when you start to just wander around again, he loses it

What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?

He ties you back into bed and stays up the rest of the night, watching you

The next morning, he confronts you stressfully

You keep telling him over and over that you don't know what he's talking about

But he refuses to believe you

(He wants to believe you, he's just scared)

He only finally realizes you were being honest when in the middle of the day during your nap, he finds you wandering back to the window with his whole family watching you

You weren't stupid

Why would you try to leave when literally everyone could see you in broad daylight?

His family begins laughing and saying things like "looks like you got yourself a sleepwalker"

So you weren't purposefully trying to leave him?

He cries tears of joy and spends the next couple of days pampering you and giving you just about everything you want

He does his best to show you that he's sorry

Brahms Heelshire

It's quite literally known that Brahms has abandonment issues at this point

So when he catches you climbing up onto the window sill

He loses it

Will grab you and roughly pull you off, your body falling to the ground

This immediately wakes you up, your eyes searching around frantically

When you see Brahms standing above you, you try to reach for him, but he only shoves you away

You look so sad and confused at this, but Brahms is too stubborn to give in

He starts tying you up again each night, still very hurt that you would try to leave like that

It takes weeks for you to gain his trust again

And the one night he lets you sleep freely, he catches you by the window again

But instead of grabbing you immediately, he decides to just watch

He wants to see how far you'll go so he knows just how severe your punishment will need to be

But instead, you just give up on unlocking the window (it was jammed), and you just turn around and walk straight back to bed, not even registering Brahms being right there

This is odd

You need to explain the concept of sleepwalking to him the next day

He still remains skeptical for a while, but he'll come around

You just need to be extra attentive for a while...

Norman Bates

Norman already knows a lot about sleepwalking

(It's what he thought was going on for a while when he couldn't remember large chunks of time throughout the week)

When he finds you opening a window in the middle of the night, he bolts at you, ready to lock you back up in one of the motel rooms again

However, when you don't respond or reveal any emotion on your face, he immediately knows what's going on

He's surprised

He didn't know you'd be a sleepwalker

He decides to just lead you back to bed, knowing that waking you isn't the best idea

Sits you down the next morning and talks with you about it

When you seem very apologetic, he uses it to his advantage

Has you cuddle up with him even more than normal and stay by his side at all hours of the day

He still gives you some freedom

But he's always watching

He does take some precautions and ties your wrist up in the middle of the night

He has to, for your safety of course

Billy Loomis

To be honest, you don't make it very far

Billy has an iron grip on you at all times, and he's a light sleeper

The moment you get up, he's awake, observing you carefully

Sometimes you have to pee in the middle of the night, but he still makes sure you aren't lying to him

His ability to trust is practically in the ground

The moment you turn the wrong way, he's up and chasing after you

Were you that dumb? You knew he watched you every time you got up from bed

He grabs your wrist quickly and points a knife at your throat as a threat

He can't bring himself to actually hurt you though, not that you knew that

Or did you?

Because you just stand there not even moving away from the blade

Billy becomes very confused

He takes his hand and begins to wake it in front of your face, looking for some sort of reaction

You don't give him one

Are you still... asleep?

He shakes you a bit until you finally look at him, confusion written all over your face

You're a sleepwalker, aren't you?

He just rolls his eyes annoyed and drags you back to bed, not explaining anything

Just another thing he needs to look out for now

You sometimes wake up to bruises on your hips and waist from how hard Billy holds you in the night, but he's just trying to protect you, right?

He doesn't mean to hurt you, he just refuses to lose another person in his life

Stu Macher

Stu literally sleeps on you, so it's nearly impossible for you to leave the bed most nights

But if you somehow wiggle your way out, you wouldn't make it outside the house

The windows have been nailed so that they only open a small amount

When he finds you the next morning, curled up under a partially opened window, he just smiles

Call it naive, but he just assumes you were getting too warm in the bed

When you wake up in a confused state however, he becomes concerned

What do you mean you don't remember opening that window?

He honestly just becomes more worried that there's something wrong with your memory rather than you trying to leave him

He'll likely talk to Billy about it

He just hears laughter from the other end of the phone

"Sounds like they sleep walk," he'd say

Stu does a bunch of research on it later

He doesn't really mind though

All of the unsafe objects are already hidden away, and every possible exit is locked down

You aren't going anywhere

If anything, he finds it fun to wake up some mornings and look around for you

It's like a game, and Stu loves games

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✰ Slashers x Shy!SO

A/N: Going to be doing some of these between actual lengthy headcanon posts :) Side note—Michael and Vincent’s “first move” is just kidnapping you and hoping for the best.

Doesn’t know what to do because they’re also shy. Will not be the ones to make the first move.

PreMichael!Corey Cunningham, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

“Aww. That’s okay. We’ll go at your speed then :)” Secretly screaming because they want to show as much affection as possible.

Billy Loomis, PostMichael!Corey Cunningham, Lester Sinclair

Absolutely takes advantage to purposefully make them shy. Doesn’t understand the definition of boundaries.

Billy Lenz, Bo Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire, Freddy Krueger, Jennifer Check, Stu Macher

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welcometowhore-rrorville · 10 months

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𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓃 𝐵𝑒𝒹

Featuring: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: nsfw, mdni, smutty headcanons, virginity mention, dirty talk, rough sex, just general nasty things

Michael Myers

Let’s be honest—this man was a virgin before you showed up

He was in a mental institution from a young age—not exactly the best place to fuck

Still, that certainly didn’t stop him

He picked up on what to do fast—it’s not all that difficult

Still, he definitely focused on himself

Whether or not you came was not his problem

You have to take matters into your own hands when it comes to that, using your fingers to work at your clit

Most of the time your body is jostled around to much to do so

He’s not gentle

Whatsoever

Things will be broken

The bed?

A bone?

Who knows

You have so so many marks

Bruises

Cuts

You always look like you fell through a wood chipper

It’s not like you could reason with him, though

“Hey, can you, I don’t know, be gentle for once and not fuck me against a countertop?”

Yea, that would go over well

He gets. . . better. . . eventually

Still mostly selfish

But may rub against your clit as he’s pounding into you

By accident?

Unclear

Expect to walk with a permanent limp

RIP

Definitely into knife-play

So many shredded clothes

C’mon, what’d you expect?

The mask stays on during sex

Obviously

If he’s super comfortable he might pull it up enough to bite you

But don’t expect to catch a glimpse of his face

After-care? What’s that?

You clean yourself up 99% of the time

The only time he’s ever done anything was when you passed out during sex and woke up in your bed

Other than that, you don’t expect him to provide any cuddles

He doesn’t even sleep in the same bed at night

Jason Voorhees

Tries his best to be so so so gentle with you

Also a virgin before you showed up

Not many people were lining up to fuck an undead monster haunting a summer camp

He’s. . . big. . . everywhere

It takes a while before you’re even able to take him properly

It’s not that you were unprepared, but at the slightest flinch of your face Jason would pause and refuse to touch you again for hours

You made sure to explain that you were fine and that you weren’t made of glass

But he was still petrified of hurting you

Still, when he finally calms enough to fully fuck you one night, you’re seeing stars

He’s slow and cautious, but eventually something lights a fire within him

Rubs his masked face into your neck apologetically as he rams into you

When you’re walking funny the next day he carries you everywhere

You don’t blame him for getting carried away sometimes, and even enjoy a little roughness more-often-than-not

He tries his best with after-care but is pretty clueless as what to do with you

When you’re exhausted and curled in on yourself he thinks he’s permanently hurt you

You tell him gently to run you a bath

Will attach himself to your hip and snuggle you until one of you is forced to get up

Nestles his masked nose against any marks he may have caused, letting out a low whimper

You run your hand down his back

“I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. I’m okay.”

Tries to make your pleasure his number one priority

Will listen intently as you bashfully explain what you want and like

Does as told

He’s a little rough, massive fingers toying with your clit hard enough to have you wincing

But eventually he gets the hang of it

Refuses to cum until you have

Even when you’re giving him head, he always has to be touching you in some way, getting you off just as much as your getting him off

Sometimes he can’t help himself and cums before you, only to let out a low whine of disappointment, like he was ashamed of himself

You’re never far behind, anyways

One of the most selfless lovers you’ve ever had

The fact he doesn't speak doesn't even cross your mind

He gets his points across fine with his actions and occasional low rumbles

And you were never much for dirty talk, anyway

Bo Sinclair

He’s a wild-card

Some days he’s feeling generous enough to nestle his head between your legs, other days he’s got you gagging on his dick until can’t breathe

You’re unsure of what impacts his attitude, every night getting ready to expect something different

You supposed he had a lot of things happen in life, you couldn’t blame him for being a little hot-and-cold about things

Regardless of what’s happening, he’s got a lot to say about it

If he’s not growling in your ear, teasing you with dirty words as he rams into you, then he’s moaning loudly against your lips or neck

You don’t think he’s ever quiet for more than a few seconds

What he says varies, too

Some days it’s nothing but praise

“Whatta good girl you are. C’mon, sweetheart. You can do it. Almost there—there it is, darlin’. Don’t you look like a beauty chokin’ on my cock?”

“That’s it, beautiful. Keep sayin’ my name. Feel good, huh? Don’t close those pretty lips of yours. I wanna hear ya when I fuck ya.”

Other days he’s grabbing your ass harshly, scolding you for muffling your moans against his neck

“The fuck you think you’re doin’? You’re nothin’ but a whore, don’t try ‘nd be bashful now.”

“What a slut. Look how wet you are for me. Gettin’ off on the thought of me fuckin’ you, bitch?”

It’s enough to give you whiplash

Still, you can’t complain that it’s boring

And it’s not like you don’t get your own enjoyment out of it

Whether or not he lingers after he fucks you depends on nothing in particular

Sometimes he’ll pull you close and press a kiss to your forehead, mumbling praises in your ear as he caresses your body

Other times he’ll put his boxers back on and rest against the door frame, just staring at you as you clean yourself up

He never leaves without making sure you’re alright, though

No matter how rough he was with you he gently traces over your body, making sure nothing hurt to bad

Then he’s back to his cocky self, trying to pretend he didn’t just treat you like a princess

There’s always marks littering your neck and shoulders

The sight of them is enough to let any tourists know to fuck off

You tried to cover them once with a high collared shirt but it only ended with more hickies and bite marks, this time high enough on your neck that even a turtle neck couldn’t hide them

He’s possessive, always having an arm or hand around you when talking to strangers that come by

He’ll, even around his own brothers he’s like that

He’s always smacking your ass or planting a kiss to your lips, leaving you to yelp in surprise

This man has a breeding kink

That’s just the facts

The thing is, the idea of having a kid makes him gag

He’s not a fan of the little gremlins

But something about you—thighs wrapped around his hips as he cums into you—the fullness of your cunt—the slight bulge of your belly—always gets him going

Maybe it’s the distant idea of raising a half-normal family for once

For now, you stay on birth control

Vincent Sinclair

He’s extremely introverted and self-conscious

You have to be the one to initiate most things

Even then he’s unsure of himself

He’s afraid he’ll scare you somehow

The first time you two are intimate it’s simply soft touches, your lips trailing over his skin as your hands stroke at his dick

It’s not sex

It’s too soft for that

You hated to use the word love-making, but you supposed that’s what it was

After his confidence is built up enough to take control, he catches on fast

He has a niche for precise finger-work, given his work as a sculptor, and has you cumming on his hands more times than you can count

He keeps his mask on 99% of the time

You don’t force him to do otherwise

It’s his comfort object

As long as he’s happy, you’re happy

Still, there are times where he pulls it off, only to hide himself between your legs

The first time he ate you out, he insisted upon a blanket draped over your bottom half, but he’s past that now, knelt down in front of you, fingers clutched against your thighs as he pushes his tongue further inside of you

You make sure to praise him every time he makes you feel good—wanting him to know it was him getting you off

It definitely helped his self-esteem

He’s still distant when others are around, but you’ve gotten to the point where you can sit in his lap and play with his hair while Bo lounges on the couch

Bo still gives you two playful taunts, but he’s just happy his brother found someone

Though he really needs to invest in some ear-muffs if you keep up with the moaning at god-knows-how-late-at-night

*cough* waxplay *cough*

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lace-coffin · 3 months

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Hello! Merry Christmas! I just read the post of Asa reacting to his victim being attracted to slashers and omg I loved it! You did amazing on it ^^

If your still taking requests I would love a post where the slashers reacting to their victim watching their movie and being attracted/lustful towards their character ^^ if it's okay with you :] thanks!

How would the Slashers react to their S/O being attracted to their movie? (Nsfw)

Slashers x gn!Reader

Requests are open!

Thank you for the request! I’m super glad you liked my other fic 😭💕

Bubba Sawyer

You made a movie night of it, bubba hauling the outdated tv into your shared room for some privacy away from the family. She was nervous for you to see this, they already knew you were aware of the film but..to watch it together in person was so much more intimate. What if you thought he was a monster? What if you decided you didn’t mean all the “I love you’s” you’d whispered into the crook of their neck on comfy quiet nights?

After giving him some reassuring kisses over his mask and taking his bigger hand into yours, you begin the movie, bubba’s eyes fluttering nervously between yours and the screen the entire time.

She braces when the gorier parts happen, uncomfortable but excited in her own way to be this vulnerable with you. He cracks an eye open and forces himself to gauge your reaction, no matter how horrified it may be. You look..flustered? Face hot and tinted a deep shade of pink, hands noticeably clammy against bubba’s, legs drawn to yourself just subtly pressing together. Were you into this?

Just as the screaming girl is manhandled back into the sawyer house on screen you swear under your breath, almost jealous of the way your partner roughly grabs at her. “Fuck..so strong, you need to pick me up like that sometime” you drawl, poorly concealing your want as a half joke.

No time like the present you guess as bubba suddenly stands, height difference somehow even more evident when you’re wanting like this. A moment passes where you look each-other over, both red faced and panting. This is cut short as he grabs you around the waist, leaving no room to escape. You squeal in surprise but it quickly devolves into excited giggles, doing absolutely nothing to help the ache between your legs.

Bubba beams up at you as if they could do no wrong as they throw you into the bed, wrestling you into the position they want like a helpless doll.

An hour and multiple orgasms layer she’s still plowing into you with no sign of stopping, warm wet seed leaking from your abused hole. You never finished the movie.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas has seen his movies a few times before, he doesn’t really feel one way or the other about them, just viewing it as a documentation of his life. Sometimes Hoyt will throw it on the tv on warm lazy evenings, beer in hand, ready to find himself hilarious for the 100th time. Thomas doesn’t quite understand why you and Hoyt like it so much but he doesn’t complain.

It’s happened the last few times you’ve seen it, even if it’s just playing as background noise. Seemingly unable to tear your eyes from the screen for over half the movie, especially during the bloodier parts involving your boyfriend, you suddenly leave the room in a hurry. Thomas had thought nothing of it the first few times, just guessing you couldn’t hold your beer or something but sure enough it happens again this evening and he can’t bear the curiosity any longer. Thomas waits a few minutes as to not raise suspicion before following you the way you came.

What he finds does not disappoint. Backed against the bathroom wall your hand is clasped over your mouth tight, fingers working desperately under your half tugged down jeans to relieve yourself. This entire time you’d been turned on by it? By him slaughtering people? The thought of you wanting him so carnally stirs deep in his abdomen.

“I’m sorry Tommy it’s just, the way you take what you want and, and hold them down when they’re pleading..fuck, it does something to me”

The look of shock plastered against Tommy’s raised brows quickly transforms into a look of smugness. Your jeans are tugged down around your ankles uncaringly before you can continue to explain. Just enough room to Thomas to take what he wants, what you need. His hot mouth works over you roughly, not caring about technique as much as just having you in his mouth, claiming you, feeling all he can. You tug his hair into a death grip the closer you get to the edge, making Tommy groan in response and double his efforts. The orgasm hits you like a train, it’s sudden and rough and filthy, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Tommy removes himself from you finally, lips swollen and spit slick, dopey fucked out look on his face.

Asa Emory

It’s almost like a sick treat, this predicament you’ve found yourself in more than once, and probably will again in the future. Having a cushy spot in the collection as Asa’s favourite pet definitely has its perks, but in return you must admit you tend to get a little sloppy, bratty even. Getting too confident in your place and pushing your masters will. Obviously Asa doesn’t stand for this. This is how you find yourself placed in his lap on the black leather sofa, wrists cuffed together in front of you and legs spread either side of his.

In times like these Asa likes to show you what happens if you don’t behave, if you aren’t his beloved pet, If you’re a dazed fly caught in his web with no sign of escape.

The movie starts of slowly, you’re still a bit red faced from being cuffed down but relatively calm in your place on his thighs, finding it kind of cute seeing Asa in his exterminator gear on the sleek tv. Asa only runs a stray hand over your thigh for now, running close to where your thigh meets hip and dipping back down. Not enough to do anything but enough to get the cogs turning in your head and enough to get your legs squirming.

Your owners hands delve down to the centre of your thighs as the movie picks up, Asa roughing up victims on screen with such measured precision it’s almost erotic on its own. The gloved hand running over your clothed need doesn’t help either.

Eventually the torture scenes begin, Asa finally tugging off your underwear and widening his thighs, by proxy widening yours bracketed around them. Lubed up fingers work their way into your aching hole, other hand under your chin, forcing you to look at the screen. “Look at that cricket, these people were ill mannered and got what was coming to them, we’d hate for that to happen to you, hm?” The parallel between the writhing groaning victims on screen and you also writhing and moaning in a lewd way makes you feel disgusting in the best way possible. The only difference is you’re a willing victim.

You choke out a particularly loud moan as his long fingers hit a sensitive spot, wrenching your eyes shut in process. “I said look you stupid mutt.” Asa snaps, tugging your head back towards the screen. “I know you love it when I play in your guts but let’s hope you regain your manners so I don’t have to do it that way, yes?” He says coolly as a man is being disembowelled, slightly amused at the gore in-front of him.

The gore used to make you feel strange, not able to completely connect to it as it always seemed unreal through the tv, but it made you feel like you were prying, seeing people’s most hopeless and intimate last moments. It felt almost perverse to see this desperate side to someone at the hands of an uncaring god. After multiple occasions of viewing it and heavy petting from Sir during you’ve started to associate the sick acts on screen with pleasure at the hands of your master. Simultaneously causing pain to others and vile pleasure to you at the same time.

Asa edges you a few times during the more violent moments, waiting for the grand finale to let you finish, he revels in the way you moan for him, squirming and trying to get more whilst only being permitted what he gives you. It’s ironic how greedy you are for his touch while being shown on screen what happens when you try push him further then you should but he can’t help finding it endearing on you.

By the time the credits have rolled you’ve finally been allowed to cum once, and again, and again. Until your legs are shaking, trying to force themselves closed around your masters spread ones for some reprieve from the onslaught of overstimulation. “Didn’t that feel good? You see where being a well trained dog gets you?” Asa chuckles darkly into your ear before landing one last slap onto your abused hole. “Let’s keep it that way cricket.”

Billy lenz

You share the old mattress on the attic floor together, head laid on Billy’s lap. The picture on the tv in front of you isn’t amazing but it’ll do. You’ve seen black Christmas a few times so it’s not like it matters if you miss a few details, just happy to see your partner on screen and be sharing quality time together.

Usually with Billy’s attention span he ends up skipping over the bits that don’t include him much, complaining about the “pig bitches” on screen being boring. You’re not sure if he does this because he’s genuinely bored or if he just wants to skip to the parts that make you flustered. Occasionally you make it through the whole thing but it’s a rare occurrence.

As soon as your lover on screen starts spewing filth over the old rotary phone it’s over. Usually Billy would all but jump your bones, not now though. He loves to see the way you try act coy, like the disgusting words being thrown down the phone don’t bother you at all, in reality a familiar feeling is stirring between your thighs and Billy knows it.

One hushed low moan and a needy look is all it takes for Billy to pounce on you. You giggle and palm him over his trousers, trying to get him as riled up as you can before actually initiating anything. It works because in moments he’s grabbing your hair with force and pushing your face into his clothed cock. “Hurry up piggy, to.. to slow..teasing slut, need you on my cock”

Now settled with your head back in his lap and cock down your throat, you continue the movie, warming his needy cock as you watch the brutality on screen. It never fails to amuse you how Billy’s cock twitches in the murder scenes.

Jason Vorehees

Jason isn’t shy about his movies, he’s done those things on screen before and an uncountable amount of times offscreen too. To be honest there’s so many of the movies he doesn’t always remeber the plot of each despite literally being in them. He does however remember that the movie usually ends with his cock buried in you.

Jason doesn’t really understand why you find his acts of violence so impressive but, he’s not complaining. He can admit he looks pretty broad and strong in some scenes.

Since the movie marathons usually end the way they do it means Jason is already wound up before the tape has been pushed into the player. Dark mottled skin beneath his mask flushing even deeper. You both ignore the tent in his torn trousers for now, not wanting to ruin the illusion that you both don’t already know what’s going to go down.

After a grotesque on screen death Jason is guiding your hand to his wet clothed cock, head tilted down in embarrassment, his good eye wrenched shut in shame. This shame seems to melt away later on in the evening as you have two fingers slipped into your boyfriend’s desperate hole, fucking into his prostate with fervour. Jason almost seems like another person as he’s riding your hand greedily.

The credits roll but the movie had been long abandoned anyway, you have more pressing things to concentrate on. Like the way your lovers cock jumps and pulses, cum staining his shirt and dribbling down to mix with the lube between his legs.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms isn’t a massive fan of watching his movie, the scenes in it bringing back the painful memories way too vividly for him to handle. He will however watch it if you beg him enough, promising to skip the uncomfortable scenes and only watch the ones he doesn’t mind, and also the fact you bribe him with a mid-movie handjob also helps.

It’s really a battle of self control for Brahms, already pawing at you before the movie title even pops up, he’s here for one thing. Well two things, he loves spending time with his lovely partner, but right now it seems his brain is being controlled by his cock. You can tell him no and bat him away a few times, the dominance in your voice will only go straight to his dick anyway, kind of defeating the object but he’s not objecting by any means.

The push and pull of desperation and dominance eventually gets to much for Brahms, resigning to begging. “Please mommy/daddy/master I’ve been so good, did what you said, please, need it”

Tell Brahms how good he’s been for you whilst teasing his leaky tip, circling your thumb over his slit and hearing the pathetic whines he lets out. If you’re feeling really mean you can edge him during the duration of the movie, telling him to look at how bad he’s been on screen, like a dog who needs a muzzle. Your poor partners brain is essentially mush by the end of it, hazy and exhausted from reaching the edge so many times but being denied, a soft slap to the cock if he complains.

Michael Myers

Michael doesn’t understand the need to watch his movies, he was there and committed the atrocities on the tv, why does he need to see it again? He’s not against it though, by that I mean he won’t leave the room if you start playing it and he happens to be on one of the sofas. But he doesn’t really interact.

His attention never stays on the tv long, mostly trained on you and your reactions. It would probably be unnerving to most to have this prolific killer staring them down unblinkingly from across the room, but that’s just Michael. If anything it worries you more when you can’t feel his gaze burning into your back, almost strangely comforted by knowing he’s near.

You make a show of paying extra attention to his kills, pointedly commenting about how powerful and sexy he looks covered in blood like that. Michael knows you do it on purpose but he can’t deny it defiantly works to excite him, he’s not been used to a lot of praise in his life so he supposes it makes sense in some way that it would have that effect on him.

Despite what you may think Michael does have a decent amount of self control when it comes to you, he definitely does if it means he gets to watch you torture yourself by not touching, just rearranging your legs over and over in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Michael sees all the desperate looks he pretends not to notice.

Eventually he tires of playing his part as the none the wiser partner and stands from the sofa, briskly crossing the living room and slinging you over his shoulder. If you want to get fucked by Michael Myers then why wait? He makes a point of turning the tv off and grabbing his knife on the way upstairs.

The movie was dull to Michael but the way he’s bullying his cock into you definitely isn’t. The way you gasp and hiccup against him as he holds his signature knife to your throat is burned in his memory. Michael wouldn’t actually hurt you with it but if you happen to catch yourself a little he’s more than happy to lap it up from your neck as he fucks into you.

Yautja (female and male)

Female

Her movies are always a hit when she’s nesting, you spend hours cuddled up in the warm furs along side each-other anyway so you might as well revisit some old favourites whilst you do. Your mate is insatiable during mating season, never straying far from the nest nor your flushed body.

She adores the way your body reacts to the tv version of her, easily sensing the way your heart rate picks up when she thunderously bellows in pride after a kill. It’s also obvious in the way you can’t keep your hands off her during these scenes, you can’t believe the beast that’s all muscle, dominance and sex appeal on the tv is your girlfriend. The same girlfriend who lets you gently trace her mandibles and pet her dreads.

During this season she needs no excuse to fuck you into the furs anyway so it never lasts long before she’s pinning you to the nest floor. Her hips rutt into you with a primal want, the need to mark and breed, she knows she can’t actually put a pup in you but god is she going to try. It can go on like this until the movie is long over, more concerned in sliding against eachother as hard as you can until you’re both completely fucked out. She’s not satisfied until you’ve cum multiple times and are littered in bruises and bites from her sharpe mandibles.

Once she’s happy with the wreck she’s turned you into she’ll pull you close against her warm scaly skin, purring and clicking into your sweaty tired skin.

Male

Mating season hits and it’s it’s anyone guess what will set your mate off, something as simple as looking cute whilst cooking or admiring the skulls he presented to you can be enough to have your bent over and panting.

Today it’s watching his movie that does it for him, you only commented in passing how handsome and capable he looked taking down multiple trained specialists like it was nothing. You saw the effect it had on him and giggled mischievously, knowing how he gets this time of year. Your laugh must have translated to a challenge to him because it only takes a matter of seconds for him to slam you into the floor, snarling in your face, mandibles flared.

Your mate shows you who’s in charge by grabbing your hair in a death grip, forcing you to watch him kill on screen as he slams into you, bottoming out each time. You swear you can feel him in your stomach, trying his hardest to fuck all you can take into your stretched, lewdly squelching hole.

He demands you watch and tell him how much of a good mate he is as he finally pops his knot into you, stuffing you full and binding you together until you take all his cum, until his body decides he’s breed you thoroughly enough to make his seed take.

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differentlovelover · 9 months

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Texting slashers “she’s busy” prank

Includes:Stu Macher,Billy Loomis,Jason Voorhees,Micheal Myers,Hannibal Lector(series)

Stu Macher

After Stu read the response he headed over to the house right away and ran in looking for the “guy” who texted him

It took you a minute to tell him that it wasn’t real and you proved it as well and then he stops and stares at you causing you to giggle as he tackled you onto the bed tickling you

“You thought you where funny?!” He said threw his teeth which caused you to laugh harder and shake your head no. Then after you both layed in each other arms and hung out

Billy Loomis

Welp-

Billy don’t take you seriously anyways so why would be now?

I mean billy couldn’t even believe you since well- you are you-

Trust maybe one day you’ll get him and it will be good

Jason Vorrhees

Translation:baby.want to hang out? Baby busy? Who? (You know his fingers are kinda big so he sometimes misses the keys)

Poor baby didn’t understand what you was talking about but knew it was not right

The audacity you had to do such prank on a innocent man like him

Once you came outside he looked at you confused with his head tilted

“I’m sorry my baby ignore what I said” you shake your head facepalming

He grunts to the door as if to ask is someone in there with you

“No I’m alone baby I swear I just just joking with you” you gently rub his stomach then pat it “lets go big boy” he blinks then follows you just happy your here

Micheal Myers

Yes that is a picture of the outside of your window

He knew you wasn’t busy. He’s always watching you.

You peaked out the window seeing him standing there staring at you. You giggle nervously and open the door for you

He went inside and looked around then walks back to you as he picked you up over shoulder. “Micheal I’m sorry!-“ you laugh as he takes you to the bedroom and sits you down forcing you to watch the TikTok he sent you.

Hannibal Lector

Okay.

Oh lord. He never speaks with the single word. You know you definitely upset him.

He called your phone as you answered “hey Hanni-“ “y/n. Where are you?”

You show your office room with just yourself and your desk and other things. “I’m here alone Hanni- it was a prank-“

He looked at you as he kept his normal nonchalant expression but his eyes slightly looked around the room then he leans back “oh really?..”

“Yes I promise” you sit the phone down looking at him.

“Well in that case..how about you show me just how busy you are right now.” He slightly gave a sly grin as he looked at you.

You blink as you look back- lets just say you probably would prank him again after that-

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b-00-biez · 1 year

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Slashers and how big are there pp in my opinion

Warning: A bit graphic on describing their schlong

Characters: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Pyramid head, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba sawyer

BO SINCLAIR

Larger than average

not too thick, not too long either

Hes more of a shower

BUT LIKE IT HAS ENDURANCE

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Im sorry but its like a bit shorter than average just like a few

ITS LIKE A BIT PINKISH

A little bit of veins

Hes a grower

BUT LIKE BONER IS LIKE AVERAGE

PYRAMID HEAD

Lord have mercy

ITS THICK AND JUICY

IDC YOUR HOLE WILL GET RIPPED APART

HES A SHOWER AND A GROWER

like bitch it was big but then it got bigger?!

Bless your heart for anyone who gets to sleep with this big boy.

Michael Myers

He a lil hairy

BUT LIKE LOTS OF VEINS

larger than average and moderately thick

A grower as well but like

This old man doesnt get too horny so this is like a rare occasion

JASON VORHEES

HE PACKIN

Its longer than you expected but not too thick

It could slap you on the face just saying

Hes a shower

BUT LIKE HIS VEINS ARE MASSIVE

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

A rich dick

A bit hairy and stinky.

Its like a fact that he got veins

Hes average but when it grows

Goddamn it would look appealing ngl

THE FIRST DICK I WOULD GRAB IF I WAS IN A GLORYHOLE

THOMAS HEWITT

This boy THICK

Like it aint much in length just average but like ITS THICK

HE GOT LARGE VEINS

YOU CANT EVEN FIT YOUR WHOLE HAND YOU GOTTA USE TWO

A grower and a shower

Like its thic but then it grows and it got three c already

Would 100% rip you apart

BUBBA SAWYER

THICK AS WELL

And boy he got big balls too

LIKE WHEN HE FUCKS YOU, YOU CAN HEAR THE MOST EROTIC SLAPPING NOISES

HES A SHOWER

like he would grow but not as much as hes showing rn

WOULD ALSO RIP YOU APART

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dolliestfairy · 10 months

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Кᥱᥱ⍴ Y᥆ᥙ Ѕᥲ𝖿ᥱ ୨୧ ٬ ࣪ . ، ₊ ˖ ་ ݁٬ ࣪ ، ִ ۫

Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers fanfic with chubby!fem!reader ଘ(੭´ ꒫`)੭

ཐིiཋྀ A/N : sorry for the break, i was run out of ideas and even if i had some ideas, idk which fandom should i choose so i really really conflicted about it.

ཐིiཋྀ Warning : Bullet Mark, Extreme Violence (not towards reader). reader almost getting gangr4ped (not by the slasher) kidnapping (i think..) stalking in jason part. Murdering, Massacre And yeah thats it. Reader skin color is not Announced

ʚဗီူɞ Jason Voorhees

• first time he see you at the crystal lake with your so called companion. he see you wandering alone confused and scared only to find out later that your friend has left you alone in the crystal lake.

• he felt emphaty however. so he goes after your friend group and killed them.

• after he slaughter your friends he goes back to you. he sees you from direction where you can see him to make sure you didnt run.

• he approach very very slowly but since he's a quite heavy and big guy, his foot step is also heavy which makes you look around at the direction he's in.

• when you see him you.. stunned.. with a freezing expression only to be melt when you see jason covered his face with his big arms so you couldnt see his face and you wouldnt run away from him.

• you see blood covering him and his weapon he's carrying, so you assumed that this guy probably killed your friend which is true.

• but you also see a bullet mark on his neck and you insist him to go to the camp so you can heal him and he accept.

• after you healed his bullet mark on his neck, he ask you to hand a small book and a pen that was placed behind you. you take the book and the pen and you see he's writing something for you.

• he handed you a shattered paper with a writing that says "stay"

• you look at him after seeing the paper only to find a big dangerous male trying to not look at you. he must say that he's very thankful because his mask covered his pinkish cheeks.

• its only getting redder when he sees you nood at him. he swear on his mother thumb he would never leave you in danger like your shitty companion do.

ʚဗီူɞ Michael Myers

• meeting you when he was still in the asylum. you were one of the nurse that were brave enough to take care of him.

• he would rather die than admitting this but he really love how soft you are. you look really fragile.

• he love but he also hate how you were so gentle with him. he love being showered with your gentle and affectionate touch but he also hate to thinks that the reason you were doing this because you thought he was weak.

• one day in the asylum, 3 men workers have a bad bad intention to you. you were trapped in a small room, it was almost midnight and its time for you to go home, but this bastard was trapped you inside and one of them start unlocking the door to get inside with you.

• you were trying to run, but those 3 men were strong as well more than you could handle. your mind start shattering when they were trying to strip you to get naked.

• you know whats about to happen. you were gonna get used by these motherfucker.

• behind them, you see Michael seeing you. you at that time was crying and michael only stood there. when one of them want to close the door and lock it, michaels hand quickly grab the mans neck and literally crush it with such an ease.

• one has down, two more left. you at that time were half naked and you see how burtal and horrifying Michael Myers can be. Michael pushed one of the mans head and threw it against the wall repeatedly until the mans face bloody. the one left trying to run but Michael quickly grabbed the mans leg and quickly throw him outside the window. you were at the 3nd floor you assumed that poor yet bastardize man was nowhere alive.

• michael look down at you and grab your waist and take you to somewhere else. somewhere far from the asylum.

• you woke up in a small room in some place you didnt know, you see Michael literally sitting beside you with his stoic expression. you were kind of terrifying seeing his expression but after you remembered what happened last night you were kind of relief.

• you grab his harsh hand softly and you look at him in the eyes and says "Thank you Michael." you see his darken eyes kind of lightened up a bit with some spark and you see his little tiny smile coming.

• you smiled at him and hug him soflty, when you two were hugging you felt your back was crushed and when you look back you see Michael big hands grabbing back at your back and you see his tensed muscles relaxing at your hugged.

• Michael, Silently promising to you that he will never let anything bad like that happen to you again. if someone dared enough to do it with you, Michael with no doubt will Disembowel them Alive. end of the story.

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Jason Vorhees with Male Childhood best friend (preferably POC). They meet each other again after decades only for them to try and kill each other because they don't recognize each other. But make them have a happy ending because happy = : D

Jason Voorhees x male reader

Headcanons

I always try to keep my stories open so anyone can imagine the reader as whatever race or appearance they have, unless I state otherwise (like when I make the reader taller, etc), so I didn’t change much in this to make the reader POC, so I hope that’s okay ^^

I headcanon that Jason is nonverbal so there’s mentions of signing in this. I may have gone a little further than childhood best friends, but I hope that’s okay anyways :)

- You and Jason met at Camp Crystal Lake when you were children. You had always been a little strange, liking to be alone and spend time reading and alike than going out and causing messes like other kids.

- This caused you to be quite isolated during camp, and you spent most of your time indoors, sitting near the cabins or up against trees, or sitting in the lunch area with Pamela Voorhees who worked at the camp to watch over her son Jason.

- Pamela liked you because you were polite and never once made rude comments or gestures at Jason, so she tried to help build a relationship between you and her son.

- Jason was still bullied by the other kids, which was the only time you really ever talked with the others kids as you always ran in to defend him, or push over the kids who were trying to hurt Jason.

- As time at camp passed you started holding Jason’s hand and you two would walk together everywhere, be it sitting together as you read out loud for him, or you going with Jason down to the lake to look at the bugs and other creatures that swam around.

- You two got quite close and you started having a childhood crush on the other boy, who was starting to have a crush on you too because of how kind you were to him.

- One day Jason brings you some flowers he’s picked and signed to you with the few signs you knew that he liked you, and he was very much expecting you to be disgusted because you were both boys and because of his appearance.

- So when you blushed and told him you liked him too, he was over the moon. You were still just kids at the time so you being boyfriends didn’t really mean anything. You kept up holding hands and spending time together like before, and only Pamela knew you were “dating”.

- She thought you two were so sweet together, so she never said anything about it.

- The day they threw Jason into the lake was one of your worst memories. Some of the older kids had knocked you down and were holding you down as they beat on you, others going to throw Jason into the lake.

- When Jason didn’t come up from the water you started yelling and screaming, which finally caught the attention of the camp leaders and Pamela, the older woman coming running. When she saw you being held down, covered in bruises and beaten bloody, so yelled at the bullies and sent them off to take care of you.

- But you were too busy sobbing about Jason, pointing at the lake and telling her what they had did and that he hadn’t come out.

- You could never remember the noises Pamela made when she believed her son had died, and you left camp that evening as the bullying so was bad and the apparent death lead to the camps closing that year and the next few years.

- You never looked back to the camp, and as the years passed the memories of Jason became another faint memory, though you did think of the sweet boy who had brought you flowers and who was bullied just for being himself.

- When you heard about the killings at Camp Crystal Lake, you couldn’t have cared much since it was just a place of your past and the home of one of your worst memories.

- But some of your coworkers or classmates knew of your past there, having heard the story of you going there when it closed down somehow, so they pressured you to go with them to explore the area.

- You found it idiotic to go where multiple murders had happened, but you had planned on going for a little bit and sneaking away and leaving when they weren’t looking.

- Your coworkers or classmates acted like it was some kind of ghost hunt, too busy ooing and aahing at the buildings and the lake itself, so you could easily slip away into the woods. But as you snuck away you got far enough away to not be able to hear the sounds of your coworkers or classmates being killed.

- You ended up getting lost in the forest, cursing softly under your breath as you stomped through the undergrowth and away from where you assumed the people you had came with were too busy acting like actual murders were just a cryptid story.

- When you got caught in a trap you immediately cursed louder, your legs being tied together and sending you falling to the leaf covered ground. You were lucky you always carried a pocket knife so you got to work freeing your legs, too busy to notice the footsteps nearing you.

- You had just gotten your legs free and rolled to the side just in time for a machete to slash the ground where you had just been. Your heart leapt into your throat as you snapped your eyes up to see the large hockey masked giant, covered in blood and wielding the machete he had just tried to kill you with.

- Instead of running like other victims, to Jasons surprise you immediately went into fight mode and somehow got the machete away from him, using your pocketknife to fight him off.

- Your fighting continued, ending with you both on the floor with you pressed down against the wet forest floor with Jasons hulking frame above you with his large hands wrapped around your throat and squeezing, trying to choke you to death.

- You choked and wheezed, clawing at his hands and arms to try and free yourself as you had lost your knife somewhere during the fight. How great that you would die in the exact same forest as Jason.

- At some point you wheezed that you wouldn’t die here like Jason did, to which Jason immediately loosened his hands in confusion as you knew his name. Using his surprise you nail him right in the face, making him stumble just enough to be able to flip yourself around and struggle to your feet, still weak from almost being suffocated to death.

- You raise shaky fists Infront of yourself as Jason slowly gets to his feet, but he doesn’t come at you again like before, instead he slowly tilts his head and looks at you more deeply, letting his eyes run all over your face and body as if trying to place you.

- When he suddenly twitches and straightens up you tighten your muscles and get ready to fight more, even though you feel like your okay to pass out.

- That’s when Jason lifts his large, scarred hands and starts signing, moving faster than your way out of training brain can keep up with. That along with the horrible headache you were sporting made it impossible to understand him.

- Seeing your struggle he slows his signing down, and uses a special sign he had made up to refer to you instead of having to sign your name. That was a sign you could recognize as only Jason used that when you were children, so you look at the killer with confusion.

- When he signs it again and then signs his own name, you wheeze out a confused “Jason?” to which he happily nods. You are sure you must be dreaming or hallucinating, as you give a confused chuckle, the adrenaline in your body finally plummeting and making you pass out.

- Jason lurches forwards and catches you, cradling you softly in his arms as if you are a fragile flower. He knows it’s a bad idea to bring you back to his own home, so he takes you to the tree you two always sat at as children and lays you down after checking to make sure you aren’t too banged up.

- He quickly goes to clean himself up as much as he can with what he has, and goes out of his way to pick the same flowers he gave you as children to bring back to you.

- When you wake up alive and not dead, you lay in confusion for a while still feeling quite bad after almost being choked to death, and the shock that goes through your body as you notice Jason’s shape sitting in front of you immediately snaps you awake.

- You try to back up only to hit the tree, which makes you finally realize where you are. That’s when Jason holds out the flowers to you, almost shyly, and it reminds you so much of that time he gave them to you as kids.

- You can only stare at him in confusion for a while, the soft flicker of affection flaring up in your heart as if being revived from all those years ago.

- When you don’t react or accept the flowers, Jason seems to curl in on himself a little, the hand holding the flowers lowering and he seems almost ashamed or regretful. So when you push yourself up and wrap your arms around you almost carefully, he makes a soft noise but soon returns the hug.

- He hugs you very carefully, as if scared he will hurt you or break you in some way, but he holds you so dearly. He makes soft noises as if to tell you how much he’s missed you since you were the only one his age that ever treated him kindly.

- You both just keep sitting there and holding each other, and at some point your position changes to you sitting in his lap and leaning against his chest as you arms are still around each other. You haven’t asked how he’s still alive or why he does what he does, but that doesn’t matter right now, you can always ask him that later.

- All that matters is that he’s still alive and seems to still care about you in some way. So, you sit, watching the moonlight dance across the lake and the beautiful stars, held close to the chest of the man who was once your best friend. He was much larger and much more dangerous than before, but he still felt just like the Jason you remembered.

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slashersidewhore · 1 year

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Slashers! S/O seeing them maskless for the first time

Slashers x gn!reader

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

Requested: yes

Warnings: mentions of killing, beefy murder boyfriends, sprinkle of angst, that cute shit

Michael Myers

I think seeing him without a mask would take awhile, he’s not one to reveal much about himself

It would probably just be out of the blue as well

You’d be chilling on the couch, reading or going on your phone or something

Although you never really heard him approach you’d feel his… presence

Glancing up and caught off guard by the fact you’re looking at skin, not an emotionless face of blank white

Probably drop whatever you’re holding from the shock of it

Michael has a large scar across his eye, (and depending on which timeline this is in, maybe also burns)

I see him as someone who isn’t self conscious of looks, despite the mask wearing

The mask is a representation to how he feels in a way, blank, I mean we all know he’s not unattractive by any scale

He wouldn’t say anything either, just stand there staring at you waiting

If this OG Myers, your silence is irksome

If this is RZ Myers, your silence is indicating he’s made the wrong move

Either way both versions are somewhat comforted when you slide off the cushions to make your way over

Warm palms gently caress the sides of his face

Don’t think he’s gonna close his eyes and lean into your hand all cutesy though, no way

He’s just staring, expressionless, into your eyes

Maybe he serves a classic head tilt

Kinda like silently asking, “what do you think”

Of course you’d just smile and lean in for a kiss

It’s slightly one sided but that’s okay, you love your brick wall

Jason Voorhees

Honestly, it was probably an accident

Like he gets some kind of injury, or something similar in the facial region

So naturally when he’s finished with his… “work”, he goes to fix it up

And in order to do that, he removes his safeguard

Jason knows he was seen differently as a kid because of his deformity, the mask is his safety net, a way to look at his reflection without becoming sick

So when it’s perched on the bathroom counter top, and you come waltzing in, let’s just say he imagined this differently

Never wanted to see you without the hockey mask

Even to kiss, he would just place the plastic to your skin

But now it’s just…

It’s really awkward

I’m not even gonna lie

Y’all just standing there, eyes wide staring at one another, you could hear a pin drop

He lunges for the mask but is stopped by a hand clutching his own

You probably didn’t even mean to do it, your body just reacted naturally

Now Jason can’t meet your eyes, he’s staring at the ground in shame

Not wanting to push any boundaries and touch his face, you just tug on the hand in your grasp

Slowly but surely, he meets your eyes

He looks, very comfortable, like lord take me now level uncomfortable

He expects disgust in your eyes, and is caught off guard by the stars twinkling in them

His entire body relaxes

He shoulders drop, his hand clasps with yours finally

And the two of you continue to gaze at one another

Although this time, instead of it being awkward, it’s love

Thomas Hewitt

I’d imagine if Tommy trusts you, at some point he’d let you take it off

It would probably be after a long day, everyone is tired

Especially Thomas

He’d been working in the Texas heat for hours, and no matter how tough this man is, we all need a break eventually

You’re sat in your shared bedroom, on the bed, something keeping you occupied

In strolls the man himself

He’s clearly exhausted, even showered still smelling of the usual sweaty musk

Taking a seat on the mattress beside you, his hair is partially over his face as he angles it to you

The silence is peaceful, even with his usual heavy breathing

Your hands gently caress his leather covered cheeks, leaning in to press a kiss to the bare skin of his forehead

As you go to pull away, ready to turn in for sleep, a much larger hand lands on one of your own

Big, wide, and a dark blue eyes watch your expression shift as his hand guides yours to the straps at the back of his mask

Now, Tommy didn’t sleep with his mask on

That’s a safety hazard

But, he only ever took it off once it was dark in the room, and always put it on before you woke up

The current apprehension in his eyes was melting away as you gradually began to smile

And Tommy just loved seeing you smile

Unbuckling the tough straps, you were quick to lay the now unnecessary item somewhere beside the two of you

Hoyt must be one dumb son of a bitch if he’s calling the face before you ugly

He has no nose, more than a few scars you’ve heard about before scattered across his delicate skin

You can practically hear his heart beating out of his chest

In attempts to quell them, you grin, pressing a soft kiss to his chapped lips

Although this only makes it beat faster

Vincent Sinclair

Bo’s fault

Like 99.99%

Vincent isn’t shy, he’s just reserved, let’s be clear

But that doesn’t mean he feels completely confident in himself, especially when it comes to you

So imagine one day you’re just trying to find Vincent

And instead of silence you’re beginning to hear shouting, specifically Bo’s shouting, echoing down the hall

Then a sharp clank of something breaking

This only quickened your pace until you were standing in the kitchen as well

Vincent was kneeling over his once whole mask, now split down the middle

“Bo can you give us a minute”

You didn’t bother to pull your eyes from the man on the floor, placing a soft hand on his back as you heard footsteps leave the rom

Long, dark hair covered his features, body slouched in a way that couldn’t be comfortable

He never wanted you to see him like this

He knew he wasn’t blessed with visual beauty

He just didn’t want you to inevitability leave when you discovered what he always hid away

But your hand was firm on his back, careful yet making sure you he knew you were there

“Vincent, do you want me to leave?”

Honestly yes

He probably does want you to leave

Get this over with and let him realize he’s alone again

But for some reason he slowly shakes his head no

The palm on his back moves past his hair, cradling his disfigured jaw

You don’t jump from the odd texture of the scarring, nor the bumps and ridges

It anchors him enough to face you, prepared for anything

Although he wasn’t prepared for the little smile on your face

Or the way you shuffled closer so you could place a gentle, chaste kiss to his scarring

Requests are open!

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rzyraffek · 11 months

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Could you do headcannons where they shower/bath together but it's fluff??

Fluffy? Bathing fluffy? With THEM? Goodluck, but it sounds fun enough to write🥰 you didnt mension what slashers should I put in so imma go with who I think would fit in this headcanons

They/them, mostly sfs, Request open

Bathing with slashers headcanons

Vincent Sinclair

Will get flustered 100% but he won't even think about doing anything sexual

He will be soo anxious he will ask about everything! 'Is it okay if he touches s/o hair, can he massage them??? Can he go near them'

If s/o washes his hair or massages him he will probably fall asleep

Tbh s/o needs to gain a lot of trust if he even lets them enter bathroom when he is without mask. So don't even stare at his face for too long he will get insecure

Billy Lenz

Surprised hes in bath with somone and its fluffy? Me too

But imagine

This guy will forgor about all his nasty thoughts as soon as he sees bubbles in bath, or bath bombs or any kind of water decoration

He will check is water tastes difrenlty after bath bomb

Will ask nicley for second and third bathbomb

Will splash them and declare bath war

Litteraly hes going to lay on top of them and relax

Also if they wash his hair he will hiss

Spooked of loud shower noises

Brahms Heelshire

Oh a bath? With them? Oh my how splendid

Wanna remind yall that Brahms is british

Hes gonna be all nice 🥰 if s/o promises him reward afterwards of course

He gonna look like wet dog, and he will stare into their soul

He will literally toss them into bathtub tbh. Why he has to be only one feeling like cat in puddle

Will splash playfully. And look where he shouldn't look at

This devil loves laying in chilly water😔

Also it sounds weird but pls help him shave he never did that and he looks bab

Asa Emory

Goodluck this guy bathes in water that hot theres steam around bathtub

Maybe he's just burning his skin on purpose?? Incase there was anybugs on him?? Or maybe he just likes feeling of his homeland, hell

He falls asleep in there, no matter if s/o is there or nah

But he will cuddle, ah wet cuddles yay. Tbh its rare for him to cuddle so ig he just needs hot atmosphere (litteraly)

Some bugs only mate in hot weathers anyway

Will take good care of them. Wash their hair, take out all creams and gels they use in their normal skin routine.

Jason Voorhees

You either have to have huge bathtub or lay on him for whole proces

He gonna be so nervous, he doesnt want them to get spooked by his face

Hes also terrified of water so s/o has to give him a lot of support and understanding so he can warm up to the idea of being in huge box filled with water

Will do lil splashy to cope

Water will be soso dirty afterwards, this guy was soso dirty he almost shines now

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wwwbestgoredotcom · 1 year

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Slashers with a s/o who owns a bakery

Warnings / murder mentions, fluff, short for most of them, suggestive themes (no smut)

Characters included / Thomas Hewitt, Micheal Myers, Billy lenz, Jason Voorhees, Bo Sinclair, Candyman, Billy Loomis

Genre / fluff

Writing style / headcanons

Thomas Hewitt :

This man LIVES for your baked goods

You and his mother always cook together and he eats that shit up

When he puts you in his lap and you feed him cupcakes or spoonfuls of cake, he never let's you get up from his lap man

(He doesn't care how heavy you are, you are sitting on his lap)

Loves to cook with you

He'd be so greatful if help pay for their needs or feed them using your money

Scratch that bro he'd be BEYOND greatfull

Bandages you up when you burn or hurt yourself while baking

Micheal Myers :

Stands over you just watching you bake

Pushes the spoon away if you try to feed him

But after a couple tries he just accepts it at that point

Can't cook for the life of him

Won't admit it but he loves when you cook for him

Like for his birthday or a special occasion

Looks at you from outside of your shop window

(And nobody sees him for some reason??)

He got blood in batter of some cookies and he learned to never do that again

Billy Lenz :

Nah cuz this guy has the BIGGEST sweet tooth EVER

Begs you to make him sweets

Just pretend here he gets out of the attic

He sits on your lap and makes you feed him

Sits at your job all day until you leave (with him)

He sits on the counter in the kitchen and watches you bake

Gets hurt more than you when you accidently burn yourself

He compares your "sweetness" to your desserts

Ofc he makes it dirty

He steals sweets from you and your bakery all the time

Jason Voorhees :

He and his mom love your cooking so much

You two feed eachother all the time

Cupcakes are his favorite

In the au, your bakery is near the woods you two live in

He doesn't like you going away but he won't complain

Insists on helping you with the dishes after you're done baking

Hugs you from behind when you bake

He would help but he thinks he'll mess it up if he does

After stressing over the trespassers, the only thing that can calm him done is your baking

Bo Sinclair :

He goes to your job and starts flirting with you as if you two aren't dating

Like Billy, he also makes it dirty

"'Stead of 'em pastries ya make everyday, how 'bout I have you fer dessert 'is time" along with a wink

Unlike the others, he laughs at you when you hurt yourself

Then when you cry he actually starts to care

Buys you the products you need

"Why're ya makin' another cake? Ya a'ready got enough in tha back" also followed by a wink and an ass slap

Like I said, makes it dirty

He overall loves you baking

Candyman :

In this au, he lives with you and not in a mirror

Helps you bake everytime

For your birthdays and other occasions, he bakes instead of you

While you two wait for whatever dessert you're making to bake, he showers you in kisses, hugs, and slow dances with you

Praises you every time

If you wear an apron, he ties it for you and when he's done he gives you a neck kiss

Thinks his bees and hook get in the way when you're cooking but you shut that down pretty quickly

He feeds you and kisses you after each bite

Billy Loomis :

He smugges some ingredients (cream, frosting, etc) on your face

He does it so he can kiss/lick it off of you

Visits you at your job

Mainly visits you when it's near your break time

Last time he helped you bake, he burnt the dessert so uh never again

He just sits there lookin pretty watching you bake

One time for his birthday you made him a horror themed cake and when you cut it, red jam spills out the center like blood

He fell in love with you that same day

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Could you write that the Slashers walk in on their lover changing and the lover has their top off, but is a bit embarrassed about their torso? -But kinda two versions though.

Such as a female lover with rolls or a chubby torso and a male lover with a more 'feminine' or hourglass torso.

Slashers with Reader That's Insecure About Their Body

Slashers x Fem! Reader, Slashers x Male! Reader

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, Bo, Lester, & Hannibal

A/N: Each of the Slashers will have two parts: one with Fem! Reader and one with Male! Reader :)

Freddy Krueger

Fem! Reader:

He lets out a loud whistle when he first walks in to see you without your top on

But his amusement is quickly replaced with concern when he sees the small frown on your face

He immediately stands beside you and asks what's wrong

When you tell him about your insecurities and how you don't like what you see, he smiles softly

"Babe, you have a woman's body. And there is nothing sexier than that, hm?"

When you don't immediately respond, he begins pinching at your side a bit, starting to tickle you

You let out a few giggles as he pulls you close to him

"There's that smile."

Male! Reader

"Whatcha lookin' at babe?" Freddy asks, snapping you out of your thoughts

You just respond with a sad look

Freddy goes serious and asks what's wrong immediately

When you explain that you don't look "masculine" enough, he just laughs

"That's all phony," he reasons. "You'll always be man enough for me, and that doesn't have to do with how your body looks either."

When you give him a questioning glance, he just wraps his arms around you

"You fit perfectly in my arms like this, yeah?"

This causes you to blush a bit, making Freddy smile widely

Michael Myers

Fem! Reader:

He doesn't really acknowledge you changing right away until he hears a little sniffle

He instinctively walks over to you and begins to look you over, making sure you're not hurt

But when you subconsciously bring your arms up over your torso, he looks at you confused

"Do you think I'm... attractive?" you ask after a bit of him staring

He quite literally rolls his eyes and grabs your hands, pinning them behind your back

With his other hand, he begins to massage along each dip and curve on your body

He lets out a guttural "mine" into your ear

And that's enough to put you more at ease

Male! Reader

Seeing you without a shirt on wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but seeing the way you were looking at yourself was

He comes over to you and stares at your reflection, already waiting for you to explain what's wrong

Instead of just shrugging it off once you told him, he steps closer

"Don't doubt yourself," he huffs out

He looks you over once again and then rest his hand on your arm, giving it a squeeze

He may not be the best at reassurance, but even just him trying to is saying a lot

And it's enough to make you feel a little more comfortable

Jason Voorhees

Fem! Reader:

You could see him freeze up from the mirror when he entered the bathroom

Even after all this time together, he still becomes shy during private moments like these

But when he sees your sad face, he doesn't hesitate to step further into the room

When you finally tell him what's going on in your mind, he immediately shakes his head in response

You give him a confused look

It's then that he gets on both of his knees in front of you and pulls your whole body to him, his head resting on your torso

He won't let go until you tell him that you're feeling better

Male! Reader

He drops his machete down on instinct, pulling you away from the mirror

You explain to him how you're feeling about your body, and he responds with a tilt of the head

He thought you were perfect, and it seemed crazy to him that you didn't feel the same

He quickly decides to lead you to the couch, holding you close to him

He gently rubs up and down your back, his silent way of soothing you and showing appreciation towards your body

He's willing to do this all night if he has to

As long as you're feeling better, that's all that matters

Thomas Hewitt

Fem! Reader:

He walks in and gives you a big smooch on the cheek like he does any other day

But instead of seeing you smile, he's met with a sour expression

He tilts his head in question, prompting you to talk to him

When you explain what's going on, he just looks at you in disbelief

How could you feel insecure at all? You are literally the most beautiful person he has ever met.

He moves in front of you and motions to your whole body with his hands

He then places them onto his chest, his way of telling you that he loves you

In response, you step into him and immediately feel his arms wrap around you, rocking back and forth a bit

Male! Reader

He smiles widely behind his mask at the sight of you getting ready for bed

But it soon drops when realizes that you are unhappy

After telling him your insecurities, he quickly grabs your hands and holds them in his

You can see in his eyes that he's genuinely sad that you feel this way

He'll hold you hands like this all night if he has to, not letting you go until he's certain that you're feeling better

He really wishes he could verbalize just how perfect and manly your body is to him

But what he can't express through words, he'll happily communicate through his actions

Bubba Sawyer

Fem! Reader:

He lets out some happy claps when he steps into the room, already showing you praise for your body

You can't help but break out into a small smile, but your mind still felt heavy

He begins to show concern when he sees you aren't as happy as he is and walks over to you immediately

Before you even have time to explain what's wrong, he has you hoisted in his arms

He's spinning you around, bouncing up and down, and basically just trying to shake some giggles out of you

It inevitably works, and you find yourself unable to remember what had you so down in the first place

Male! Reader

Bubba can't help but admire you for a bit, just feeling all giddy with finally seeing you after a long day

But once you explain that you're not feeling well, he shows concern

He looks you over, completely confused on how you could ever feel self-conscious

It's at this that he also strips off his shirt, standing right next to you in the mirror topless

The suddenness of his actions causes you to let out a quiet chuckle

Bubba responds in delight, bouncing a bit beside you

And you better believe that if you find yourself feeling down again, he will not hesitate to rip off his shirt again in any attempt to make you smile

Brahms Heelshire

Fem! Reader:

To be completely honest, Brahms is always lurking around somewhere

So when he sees from the walls that you're looking sadly at yourself in the mirror, he quickly hops into the room with you

"Don't," he orders you, making you face him instead

When you give him a confused look, he sighs

"It is an insult to think you are anything but beautiful," he speaks roughly

When you look down towards your feet, he grabs your face and makes you look at him

The moment you try to say anything, he smashes his lips to yours and silences you immediately

Male! Reader

Brahms has never shared any preference to how you looked

Everything about you was attractive to him, so seeing you pick yourself apart was more than frustrating

He quickly pulls you away from the mirror and has you stand in front of him instead

He takes your hand and places it over his chest

"You feel that? It's beating for you."

He'll keep your hand there until he's content with how you're feeling, quickly planting a kiss on your lips

The next day, you find that the list of rules has an extra step now

Will tell Brahms that you're handsome before bed

Norman Bates

Fem! Reader:

He can sense something is off pretty quickly when you don't greet him at the door like normal

When he questions it, he finds himself in disbelief

He didn't think it would be possible for you to see yourself as anything but pretty

He quickly pulls you into a hug and shushes you, swaying back and forth

"You are so beautiful, I promise. And it's a privilege to be the one to prove it to you every day."

This is enough to bring tears to your eyes as you cuddle into him further

Male! Reader:

"You look great," Norman says when he enters the room

But you only respond with a huff

This causes him to walk over, asking you what's wrong

When you tell him, you can immediately see the sadness in his eyes

"Oh, honey, none of that is true."

He steps closer with his arms slightly open

You take this as an invitation and hug him, feeling him rub your back softly

"You'll always be the most wonderful person to me, inside and out," he whispers

Billy Loomis

Fem! Reader:

His jaw goes slack when he walks in on you topless

But he immediately snaps out of it when he hears you sniffle a bit

The moment you tell him what's going on, he lets out a humorless laugh

"Every curve and every mark turns me on so goddamn much, don't you know that?" he whispers into your hair

He massages along your back and helps put your tense muscles at ease

"I can't get enough of you. I thought you'd know that by now."

He begins nipping at your shoulder a bit, finally forcing a smile out of you

Male! Reader

He gives you a quick kiss to the forehead when he first sees you

But when he immediately feels you tense up, he knows something is wrong

He gives you that look and you know that you have to spill the beans

When you finish telling him about feeling insecure, he scoffs

"Babe. I am the most shallow person I know. Your body is absolutely perfect, and that is the damn truth."

You give him a small smile at this

"And if anyone made you feel like this, tell me. They won't ever be a problem again..."

Stu Macher

Fem! Reader:

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he says with a big goofy smile

But when you don't respond right away, he comes up to you a bit worried

He quickly ushers you to tell him what has you so upset

You tell him and he gets the most baffled look on his face

"You're joking, right?"

When you just stare at him, he quickly spins you around and places his hands on your stomach

"Look at you. You've gotta be blind to not see how hot you are."

He begins to tickle your stomach, causing you to smile right away

"That should be how you react every time you look at yourself, babe."

Male! Reader

Stu gives you a big smooch when he first gets home

Before you can even say anything about how you're feeling, he breaks out into a wide grin

"Look at you, baby! I am dating the most perfect man."

With that, he grabs your hand and makes you do a spin for him, looking at your topless figure

"I'll never get used to this sight," he mutters mostly to himself

This has you blushing immediately, and you can barely even remember feeling self-conscious earlier

Leave it to Stu to make you feel better without even trying

Vincent Sinclair

Fem! Reader:

His shyness immediately dissipates when he realizes that you had been crying

He can feel his protectiveness kick in as he rushes over to you and looks you over, making sure you weren't hurt

When you reassure him that you're okay, you're just feeling self-conscious, he becomes confused

How could someone like you ever know a day of insecurity?

He thought you were an angel

He gently places his hand on your cheek and rubs away any residual tears

He simply shakes his head at your words, silently reassuring you that you were absolutely stunning in his eyes

Male! Reader

When you first ask him what he thinks of your body, Vincent immediately turns red

When you ask again if he really finds you attractive, he nods his head dramatically

Of course he did. Why would you think otherwise?

When you eventually share how you're feeling towards your body, he seems bewildered

When he sees you tearing up a bit, he immediately rummages through his desk and pulls out a little wax figurine

You quickly realize that it's you

He made a little statue of you because of how beautiful you are to him

That gets you crying for a different reason

Bo Sinclair

Fem! Reader:

You can feel Bo's wandering eyes the moment he enters the room

Normally, his attention would make you feel good, but today didn't feel normal

The moment he feels you freeze under his touch, he pulls back with a look of concern

When you express that you're not feeling good about how you look, he scoffs

"Darlin' you really think I'd be here right now if I didn't think you were drop dead gorgeous?"

When you shrug, he rolls his eyes and squeezes you into him

"A little extra somethin' never hurt nobody..." he says, kissing the crook of your neck

Male! Reader

Bo goes into murder mode when he sees how upset you are

"Who did this?" he asks

But when you explain that it's all because of your insecurities, his face softens

When you tell him that you feel like your hourglass shape is unattractive, he walks up to you

He places his hands right where your waist comes in and gives a little squeeze

"This is my favorite part of you," he smiles. "It fits my hands just right. Don't you see how perfect you are for me, just like this?"

You become shy at his words so he cups your face and brings your gaze back to his

"No reason to be thinkin' like that now," he reassures

Lester Sinclair

Fem! Reader:

He lets out a "wow" when he sees you topless at first

But when he walks up to you and feels how stiff you are, he realizes something is wrong

"Sweetheart, I promise you are the most beautiful person to me. I don't even know how I got someone like you."

He motions to your torso area

"All this is perfect."

When he finally gets a soft smile from you, he breaks out into a similar grin

"You know I've always liked having something to hold onto," he teases, making you give him a teasing slap on the shoulder

Male! Reader

He's quick to rush over when he sees your sad face

He sits beside you, fully willing to wait however long you need to open up to him

Once you do, he shakes his head in disbelief

"Darlin' you must be goin' crazy if you think you look anything but perfect," he says seriously

When you don't respond right away, he slides closer to you

"I ain't lyin'. If you paid any attention, you'd see me starin' at ya all the time."

He nudges you a bit and this breaks loose a little smile

"That's it, darlin'. Keep 'em comin'."

Hannibal Lecter

Fem! Reader:

He can immediately tell something is off when he walks in

He quite literally knows you better than you know yourself

You don't even have to say anything for him to walk over and stand behind you, his hands resting along your waist gently

"Your body is what ancient goddesses were modeled after. I wish you could see how worshiped you are."

He takes your hand and brings it up to his lips and kisses it softly

You just look to the ground, blushing

"I suppose this will be a lesson that needs to be taught," he pulls you closer to him, "Let us begin now, hm?'

Male! Reader

Hannibal's specialty is reading people like books, and you were clearly no exception

He pulls you to him and has you sit on his lap

He often does this to help you feel more comfortable

He waits patiently for you to explain what he already knows

"Masculinity, my dear, is nothing but a construct. You can't lack something that only exists in disillusioned people. You have and always will be beautiful in my eyes."

You crack a small smile at this, not used to him being so open with you

"Now, put on that shirt you love so much and join me downstairs for dinner," he speaks softly

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Slashers and Hanahaki Disease

[SFW + No Gendered Terms]

Hanahaki Disease: A fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies.

Characters: Poly!Ghostface(Billy Loomis, Stu Macher), PreMichael!Corey Cunningham, Hannibal Lecter(TV Ver.), Jason Voorhees, RZ!Michael Myers

General Warnings: Mainly fluffy w/ happy endings, Mentions of death, Mentions of vomiting/gagging

A/N: Half the listed characters will have Hanahaki disease while the other half the reader has Hanahaki disease. Some other notes, I sped up how quickly Hanahaki affects people to a few weeks at max and included what type of flower I think would best fit in these situations :) Most are related to heartbreak, loss, death/rebirth, unrequited love.

Poly!Ghostface - Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Flower Type: Purple Hyacinth

You had taken some days off of class, feeling too sick to go. Your parents didn’t believe you but you looked the definition of ill.

And heartbreak was just the cherry on top for you. Whether you had feelings for Billy or for Stu was already confusing but on top of that, you felt like you weren’t either of their types.

You had seen the people they went out with over the years and you were just never like them. Your own love life was failure after failure but it's not like they were offering themselves up in their place.

You were just the bestfriend in your mind. That’s all. And soon enough, violet petals were being thrown up into the toilet bowl every few hours and you could feel your lungs filling, getting hard to breathe over time.

Both Billy and Stu thought it was weird you skipped class. You’d at least give a heads up beforehand. Billy was more worried than Stu was.

He visited through your window at night to check in on you just to catch you in a pile of violet flowers across your bed covers while you laid there, casually watching a movie while you occasionally coughed some more up.

“What the fuck is that? Are you okay? Me and Stu thought you up and died.”

Looking over, you gave a weak smile in response. “Feels like I am.”

Soon you heard some clanging from the window Billy came in from and found Stu stumbling in, nearly knocking some things down before he hopped back up.

Stu gave a goofy smile as he held up some bottles before Billy looked at him with unamused eyes and snatched the bottles out of his hands as if to say, “Not now.”

Sitting down with you, asking what was wrong. You tried to explain but it sounded so silly. Throwing up flowers? And for seemingly no reason.

“Well… There’s diseases that are caused by stress? You think it’s something like that? Come on. You’ve been acting like shit for the past few weeks.”

You sat there between them and could think of one main thing but… How stupid that sounded. You didn’t want to say it.

Stu shook your shoulders playfully before getting smacked in the back of the head by Billy. “Come on! Tell us! What’s so embarrassing~?”

You sighed and reluctantly explained. You had a crush on them—your bestfriends—and you were definitely not their type. You were completely embarrassed, covering your mouth as you coughed up a few more violet petals.

Billy and Stu stared at each other after you said that, as if silently communicating to one another. Billy slowly smirked while Stu started laughing and wrapped his arms around you from the side.

“Seriously?! Holy shit, dude! You seriously haven’t noticed we were totally into you too?!”

You couldn’t even process what Stu said with how tight he squeezed you with his hug. By the time you finally noticed, you were once again distracted when you felt two different hands holding your jaw as Billy leaned in from one side while Stu leaned in the other and kissed your cheeks.

“ We’ve been into you forever…” Those small words felt like they made room within your lungs again.

PreMichael!Corey Cunningham

Flower Type: Red Salvia

Corey had met you in passing and you didn’t mind becoming friends with him. He was an awkward nerd and it was a trait you found charming to be friends with.

But to Corey, it was hell when he discovered the petals that soon formed and flew out of his mouth.

He had developed a crush on you immediately when he met you. You were simultaneously his heaven and hell. Someone so nice to him and yet the reason he found it harder and harder to breathe.

He avoided you for a week or so. He was so used to self-isolating himself when something went wrong. Deal with it himself as he always did.

Corey figured it was connected to you. It started the day after he felt those feelings rise in him. To make sure, he visited the doctor’s and found the term: Hanahaki Disease. And it was because of you.

He didn’t want to say anything about it. His fate was sealed in his eyes. But… maybe?

He decided to send a text to meet up. Better to talk about it in person even if it made him nervous to.

“Hey… I- I really didn’t want to y’know bother you or anything-“ “Corey, you don’t bother me. It’s alright. What is it?”

Corey shyly looked down and smiled to himself. God, it hurt to think that you wouldn’t like him. You were so perfect for him.

“I know this is gonna sound weird and if I'm honest I thought it was weird too. I-I’m… dying. From uh… Not having requited love...” As if on queue, he coughed, revealing red petals flying out of his mouth to the ground.

You were obviously immediately worried. To hear such heavy words from Corey made your heart drop. You had to ask who. Maybe he could still convince them to share the same feelings.

Corey scratched the back of his head, looking away. He didn’t want to say it. Especially since he didn’t want to leave you with the news that it was because of you that he had an expiration date coming soon.

“It’s… you. It’s always been you.”

A few whole Red Salvia flowers came out of his mouth after the confession. He grew increasingly embarrassed, wanting to take back his words already. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. Just let his life take its course and end quick without you knowing.

But then, those moments of silence were interrupted by you approaching and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. His lips were slightly chapped from nerves and his overthinking made him think he should’ve done something about them sooner but he was more focused on how soft you felt. His heart swelled at the touch while his hands went to your cheeks, deepening the kiss further out of pure need.

Hannibal Lecter

Flower Type: Red Spider Lily

Hannibal was not one to ever be sick. It rarely happened, if ever. He took care of his health perfectly.

When he started to feel himself grow ill, he immediately knew something was wrong. Coughing was one thing but it was a completely different thing to find himself feeling the urge to vomit and finding flowers fly out of his mouth.

Staring at the red flowers in the toilet bowl, he already knew it wasn’t something normal. In fact, he already knew what it was.

The knowledgeable man he was, Hanahaki was a term that came to mind but with a sense of confusion.

He didn’t necessarily care for people like others did. His “care” for other people was a mask of feigned empathy. Not real.

But if he had this disease, something was different. And it was love of all things? It complicated everything.

There was only one person that came to mind that could possibly fit the supposed feeling he felt: You. His patient.

He kept it hidden still. Suffering in silence because falling in love was not something he was interested in. It would cloud his emotions.

And yet, he began asking about your love life during your sessions. Previous relationships, expectations of love, etc. A collection of information to mold himself into what you wanted.

He invited you over for dinners more and presented you with flowers each session. Each bouquet with meaning and cleanly composed together.

You were his muse. The focus of his musical compositions and the focus of his sketches when he had free time.

His eyes even sparkled softly toward you sometimes if you looked close enough.

But Hannibal knew his days were numbered and he had to say something before the flowers filled his lungs and killed him.

Eventually, he couldn’t take it. His vomiting became more frequent and he could feel how difficult it was to breathe.

After one of your dinners with him and he was walking you to the door, he stopped you. Taking your chin between his fingers, he gently tilted your face to look at him.

“My dear… Please indulge me in my desire for you. It’s grown insatiable.”

He started to lean in toward your lips. He’d memorized the shape a thousand times over through his sketches by now. Each quick line put to paper was a written wish to feel them on his own. “I’ll grow mad without knowing what you taste like.”

His eyes met yours when he was centimeters away from your lips, breath mixing into one another’s. “Tell me you wish the same.”

His eyes looked to you with a slight desperation to them. Once he received the confirmation, that soft whisper of a “Yes…”, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours and felt like life had been breathed into him.

Jason Voorhees

Flower Type: Lily of the Valley

Jason hadn't thought about romance much in his life, not thinking he'd be fortunate to experience it. He thought he had a face only his mother could love after all.

Finding you, you were never mean to him. If anything, you were solely kind to him and he was happy at the treatment.

Then worry set in when he noticed you weren't coming to the cabin as often. You usually visited and left some meals for him and candles to dedicate to his mother.

He worried heavily. Jason automatically believed he was in the wrong. Maybe he had scared you or had done something wrong. He was never good at social cues or interacting with people.

He sat there, waiting for you to come back. You wouldn't completely leave right? Or maybe something happened to you? What if you were dead?

Jason could only find his worries settled when he heard footsteps and saw you again. He immediately rushed out and hugged you.

He signed, "Where have you been?? I was so worried!"

Jason noticed you seemed paler than normal and you looked exhausted. "Are you okay? Are you sick?"

He didn't know how to take care of someone who was sick. His mother always took care of him. But he was willing to try.

"I... Yeah. I'm sick, Jason. I've been sick for a week or so now. Vomiting and all."

You couldn't see his expression but he was certainly concerned. He placed a hand on your shoulder. "I'll take care of you."

Whether you wanted to or not, Jason was already dragging you inside and sitting you down. He didn't know how to help, only that he wanted to help.

That's when you coughed and small white petals flew out of your mouth and into your lap. Jason tilted his head at that. Flowers? He had never heard of someone coughing up flowers before.

Jason forcibly kept you in the cabin until you could get better. You were his only friend. The only one who treated him like a person. He didn't want to lose that.

Few days pass and nothing. Petals had become full flowers with stems needing to be yanked out. You gagged each time you had to rip out the flower by its stem.

You thought you might die. A sickness you had never heard of along with it getting quickly worse? You couldn't help but recognize where this was going.

You laid beside Jason at night. He was attached to the hip with you in your stay. You figured now was a better time than never saying it at all.

You took his hand into yours, something that made Jason give you his full attention. "Jason. I just wanted you to know that... I love you. I need you to know that."

Jason could feel his heart jolt at that confession. It was said in a more sad tone than a happy one but all the same, it was the words said that mattered. "Do you mean it? Are you sure?"

Nodding your head with a weak smile, you placed a kiss on the cheek of his mask. Jason could feel his face heat up at that. No one had ever treated him like that before.

He grabbed your hands, maybe a bit too strong in his grasp, as he signed rapidly in excitement. "I love you too. You're the only one who likes me. I want you to stay. Please."

You felt slight pain in your lungs as the stems that had begun taking root in them slowly retracted and dissipated. He was your cure.

RZ!Michael Myers

Flower Type: White Rose

Michael had inhabited your home for some time. He needed a home base to return to when he wasn’t stalking for victims.

You couldn’t say much against it, fearing you’d be next. And he wasn’t the worst guest?

Besides blood needing to be cleaned, he was silent. You could barely even notice him there if it wasn’t for his giant size.

Over time, you noticed how he grew closer to you. Literally. He loomed over you while you cooked or cleaned. You’d get jumpscared by how you’d turn a corner and see him standing there. He also started preventing you from leaving if he was there.

Michael would stand in front of the door, staring you down until you understood to stay home. Seeing you listen, he gave the most affection he’d ever show: patting your head.

And you grew an odd attachment to him. You’d worry if he was out for too long and worried if he ever came back injured.

You two were attached. In what way, you couldn’t answer that question but you didn’t mind being close to him. Even if he never showed affection or attachment, you knew he felt something. Otherwise, you would’ve been dead already.

Michael never spoke nor gave indication of what he was feeling ever. You could only ever notice the extremes. And when you noticed Michael in his room for longer than normal, you wanted to help even if he always pushed you away.

You knocked but no answer. Knocked twice and still nothing. You took that as a “no entry” and sadly turned away.

Right as you did, the door opened and Michael looked to you with his same deadpan stare you always knew. His hands littered with white rose petals. You didn’t understand until he coughed again, more petals coming out.

You didn’t know how to react to it other than to grow concerned. His hands dropped the petals and grabbed your shoulders, squeezing them. His eyes looked to you and for the first time, there was a slight hint of fear there.

It was odd to see such a large man who had survived hell and back to show fear now. You guided him to the couch, wanting him to feel comfortable.

You grabbed his hand, forgetting how he was a murderer, forgetting how his hands were responsible for the deaths of so many. “Michael…”

He exhaled in response, looking at you through the strands of hair covering his face. He forcibly grabbed your hand, pulling you to him. Ending up in his lap, he held onto you, still silently staring. He buried his head in your chest, squeezing you tight. He didn’t want to let go.

You let your arms hold him to you, caressing the back of his head. You placed a small kiss to the top of his head.

“Michael… It’s okay. I’m here.”

Michael couldn’t take finally having an affectionate touch after so long. Restraint was something he never knew and letting himself have an ounce of it was like opening Pandora’s box. He pulled away and slammed his lips into yours. He pushed you down on the couch, placing his hands on either side of your face, trapping you there.

And yet, you didn’t deny him. You matched his desperate, sloppy kiss. And Michael could feel the air in his lungs return only to be immediately used from his kissing and grunting. And you knew where this was going when you felt his slight runting against your leg.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

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