#slasher request

[slxsherwriter]

I love your works on Rusty Nail and it makes me love him more!

If you're free, can you do a fic where you're on a road trip with your son (Any name). Your ex-husband left you with another woman and you packed a few stuff to head to your friend's house to stay.

Your son is quiet and mostly plays on his side with toy trucks since he has a big interest for them. You decided to try and get his attention by telling him about the CB radio and decided to pretend you're talking to a truck driver.

That's when you accidentally dialled Rusty. You apologized, but your son got interested and wanted to try the radio. You ask Rusty if he can play along with your kid for a moment and he agreed.

Your son then began asking a few questions about trucks and truck drivers to Rusty and he replied back. After a while, your son fell asleep and you thanked him, saying that the kid's never been this chattery and curious before. You and Rusty talk for a moment, with you telling why you're on a roadtrip with your kid and where's the dad.

Finally, you two said goodbye and you hung up, heading near to your friend's hometown.

Meanwhile, Rusty looks at his front view mirror and see the tied up dad in a crate, trying to call out to you by your name. Rusty smirked, "So that's her name huh? Cute~"

Sorry if it's too long!

Hello there, anon! First of all, thank you so much for your kind words. He is definitely an under-served and underappreciated character. Secondly, thank you for my first request! I'm so sorry it's taken a bit since it came when I was MIA from the site. Hopefully, you enjoy.

Breathe. In and out. A steady rhythm and something to focus on so that you wouldn't lose your composure. Breaking down in front of your son was not an option. Your own feelings about everything that had happened over the last near ten hours didn't matter. All that mattered was getting your boy bundled up and buckled up in his car seat so you could leave. Did you know exactly where you were heading? Not one hundred percent. An old college friend out to the northwest was willing to house you for a few days whIle you figured it out. An option you were beyond grateful to have. 

“All right, buddy.” You gave Michael a smile as he looked up at you, gripping at the toy truck and the stuffed dinosaur that occupied the car seat with him. Reaching out, you lightly brushed some of his hair back from his forehead. “Are you ready to have some fun and go on a trip?” He nodded, giving a small smile, feet kicking lightly from where he was settled in. The smile felt more genuine this time, and you couldn't help but feel another swell of love for him. Assuring him that it would be a long trip but that you were going to have a lot of fun where you were going, you made sure one last time that everything was buckled before getting into the driver seat. 

Bag of drinks and snacks for him in the passenger seat beside you. Check. Cell and cell charger. Check. Last of the bags of what little you could take stuffed into the trunk? Check. There was nothing left for you at the house. Your stomach churned with the thoughts of the custody battle that was likely to come, but that was a future problem. Your ex was too vindictive, clearly. Whether he actually wanted your son or not, he would likely bring you to court over it all. 

Starting off, you watched the last twelve years of your life slip away in the rear view mirror until it was completely gone from sight. You had been blindsided when your husband had announced that he wanted a divorce and that he was having an affair. Shell-shocked. It had rocked your entire world. Everything had seemed fine. There hadn't been any indicators that he had been that unhappy or that he had been with anyone else. Your skin had crawled, knowing he had touched you the night before. Fighting was not something that had a place in your relationship ever before, but the situation had devolved into just that, with him following you around screaming. It was a side of him that you had never seen and one that you certainly didn't like. It had been slapdash from there to get what you could and gather up everything that you needed to bring Michael with you. The one person that perhaps your husband should have been more concerned with but couldn't seem to care less about as you packed. Finding a place to go was a little harder. Your husband and his family were the only family that you had left. 

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you kept checking your rear view, alternating between checking on your son in the backseat and making sure you weren't followed. Perhaps it was a little paranoid, but after everything that had happened, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. As much as you would have liked to think that wasn't the case. 

Michael was incredibly well-behaved, as he often was, as you crossed state lines finally. You had stopped twice for a bathroom break and had provided snacks. There were still a lot of miles to cover and hours left in the car before you reached your destination. He wouldn't stay entertained the entire time. So, you had to come up with something. Songs only went so far, and when that failed, you decided to play around with the old CB radio. There wasn't any intent to call anyone or actually use it. Just make a show for your son. 

“Hey, Michael,” you started and quickly got the four year olds attention. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“We can talk to some truck drivers on this radio. What do you think about that? Is that something that you wanna do?” You could hear his feet hitting the seat, a sure sign of excitement. 

“Really?” 

“Yep, really. This is the sort of radio that is kinda like a phone. Every truck driver has one in their truck. It's how they can talk to one another.” You picked up the handle on the mic and made a show as if you were going to call out on the radio, but instead of pressing the button, you just spoke into the mic so it didn't go out over the radio. “Hello. Is there anyone out there who can talk?” Of course, no one would respond, but your son didn't know that. He was leaning as far forward as his car seat would allow him, eyes wide, and hands clutching tightly at his toy truck. 

“Can you….can you try again?” How were you supposed to say no to such a request? This time, you didn't realize that the button was depressed enough that your voice was actually heard over the radio. 

“Don't know the sound of your voice.” The voice that rumbled through the CB nearly made you jump, and you could hear your son gasp and clap in excitement. Well, shit. Clearing your throat, you realized that you would need to say something in return and be polite. The man was likely busy. 

“Well, uh, I'm not someone who uses the radio all that often….I’m sorry if I'm bothering you.”

“Nah, you ain't bothering me none. Nice to have someone to talk to on a long drive.” 

“Can we ask him about his truck?”

“If you really don't mind…” You paused for a second, glancing back at your son before giving in. “My son and I are on a road trip. And he loves trucks. He wants to be a truck driver when he gets older. Would you mind if he asked you some questions?” God, you hoped he wouldn't mind indulging your boy about a few things. Otherwise, this could turn out terribly. Things were already going to be a little rough by the time you got to your destination. 

There was a few seconds of silence before the voice finally sounded out again. He sounded a bit amused, thankfully. 

“Yeah, why not. Bet he's got some good questions.” For the first time all day, you felt some relief and just a hint of happiness. As much as you tried to shield Michael from everything, even at four, he could tell something was wrong. You pulled over to the side of the road for a moment so you could show your son how to use the mic for the CB. 

“Okay, Mike. The truck driver is gonna talk to you, okay? When you want to ask him a question, you press this button and speak into this. But you gotta make sure to let go of the button because you won't be able to hear him otherwise. Okay?” You handed over the mic and watched as he looked at it for a moment before pressing the button. 

“Hello, Mr. Truck Driver.” You had to suppress a small laugh. He was always polite, something that made you thankful. There was a pause, and you almost reminded him to let go of the button before the deep rumble of the man came back through. 

“Evening little man. What's your name?”

“Michael.”

“Well, Michael, you can call me Rusty. I hear you got some questions for me.” You couldn't have been more grateful for the man on the other end of the line. He didn't need to show such kindness to your son. A small light in an otherwise dark day. 

“What kinda truck do you drive? What color is it? Can you sleep in it?” The questions started going rapid fire. Before you could tell him to slow down, he stopped so that Rusty could answer. 

And that was how the next hour and a half went. Michael was far more engaged and eager than you had seen him almost ever. It certainly went on far longer than you anticipated. You thought that it would peter out after about fifteen minutes, but the naturally shy boy seemed to find his stride talking over the CB and getting all his questions answered. Rusty, for his part, answered back with not over enthusiasm but a genuine enjoyment of having to answer the questions. 

You found yourself glancing back when there seemed to be a lull. 

“Still there, little man?” Michael was passed out, head hanging against the car seat. Laughing softly, you reached back for the cord to the mic and gently pulled it forward so as to not wake him.

“He fell asleep,” you offered back. “I really can't thank you enough for what you just did. I know it's probably the last thing that you wanted to do. That's the most animated I think I've ever seen him, so he really enjoyed himself.”

“Nah, nothing you gotta thank me for. It's nice to have something to focus on other than the road after a couple of hours.” There was a little untwisting of the guilt that you had felt in your gut when he confirmed that he genuinely hadn't minded. “You need anything, you can find me on this channel. Gonna take a guess and say it's just the two of you on the road.” The comment should have sent off warning bells but he had just spoken to your son for an hour and half, with you being the only adult he had contact with, so it was a fairly well educated guess. 

“Yeah, it's just us. Thank you, really. Your kindness was a bright spot in the day. We thankfully only have about another hour to go before we are safe and sound.”

“Good. You get to where you are going safely. Roads can be dangerous this time of night.” 

“You're a good man, Rusty. Thank you. I'll find a way to repay your kindness.”

“Ain’ anything to worry about. You focus on your boy.” The radio went silent after that, but it felt like a good ending to the conversation. Smiling to yourself, you felt a bit lighter as you finished the drive to your friends house. As much pain as you were feeling, you were granted the opportunity to remember that there were good things in this life thanks to the man on the other side of the radio. 

Rusty chuckled to himself and glanced behind the seat to where the man was tied up on the floor.

“Boy, you must have really done a number on her. She didn't even bother mentioning you.” Amusement tinged the words. “I would say I'm doing her a favor by getting rid of you. Better for that boy not to know his father at all. He'll forget you soon enough.” He lit a cigarette and turned his attention back to the road, thinking of just how he could work out one of those chance run-ins with the woman and her son. The whimpers and pleas of the man just cemented those thoughts. It wouldn't be hard to get where she was heading from her husband in the back. The truck sped up through the darkness of the night, a new intent hanging heavy.

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[chronic-boogara]

~Sliding in~ hello there! Random request but could we get a Billy loomis x reader where maybe his “mr bad boy” persona just breaks when she’s around him and the gang gets to see it for the first time? Idk I just think it would be cute

this is so cute i love this idea!! thank you for this. i have never written soft billy so this might be a bit OOC 😣maybe a bit too soft ? idk you tell me ,, hope you like it babes.

billy loomis. a name that commonly associated with all the bad things that happen around town. graffiti? billy. broken windows? probably billy. a building burnt down mysteriously? defiantly billy. he is every adults worst nightmare and he’s proud to have such a title.

but when the doors are locked and the blinds have been shut the boys sheds his outer shell and becomes his true self. his softer self.

only one person had ever witnessed this side of him and he preferred to keep it that way. but when she held him in her arms like he was fragile enough to break, he just couldn’t help himself. she was like the sunshine in his darkened world

“if it were me,well, i’d sneak behind the ghostface and when he least expects it i’ll pounce. i’ll drag a knife down his stomach and open it up , while he’s still alive of course”.

stu cringed at this comment and sydney looked sick to her stomach. tatum wasn’t listening, she has stopped listen minutes ago when the topic of murder even came up.

“jesus christ dude…”. stu knew he should’ve been accustomed to these comments from his best friend by now but they still caught him off guard after all this time. he helped the boy kill people for gods sake.

sydney on the other hand had a lot more to say. “how could you say something like that ? with all the shit that’s being going on ? you’re a fucking psychopath”.

billy shrugged. he spoke his mind that was one of his dispositions. “maybe you guys are just weak minded. this guy thinks he can take my life without a fight he has another thing comin i’ll tell you that”.

out of the corner of his eye he say y/n walking down the stone path towards the fountain. his heart began to beat a little faster and he did his best to conceal his excitement.

“hi billy, i missed you baby”. she spoke , sitting down between his legs. her back was against his chest “how’s everything”?

his expression immediately softened at her presence. billy wasn’t the type for public affection but today,for some reason, he lacked the control he usually managed to hold on to. he rested his head on her shoulder ,wrapping his arms around her waist. he enjoyed the closeness.

sydney was first to speak up. “your boyfriend exposed his sick fantasies to the group. i’m sure he’d love to share”.

she looked at him with curiousity in her eyes.

glaring daggers at his friend he kissed her forehead “dont listen to her babe, she’s just being dramatic”.

“billy told us his plan to murder the ghostface”. stu joined in , leaning forward with a shit eating smile on his face. “go on billy, tell y/n what you’re going to do”.

y/n looked skeptical. “my billy ? kill someone? i’m not sure about that”.

he held her a little tighter, so happy to have her in his life. she would advocate for him no matter what. for a moment he almost felt guilty for committing the atrocities he already had. almost

“and that’s why i love ya. you’re the sweetest girlfriend a guy could ask for”. billy peppered her face in kisses as she giggled.

tatum was at full attention now. stu couldn’t take his eyes off the scene he thought was not meant for human eyes while sydney was just in awe

once he realized they were staring he halted his movement, glaring at the three people beside him. “is there a problem”?

“nope”

“no, no problem at all”.

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[1-800-cr33py]

I know it didn’t win the poll but I humbly ask you to write that RZ! Micheal Myers size kink fanfiction whenever you have the time and if you are feeling up to it🙏

{this is so late and I sincerely apologize TvT}

Sedatives

Tags: Dub-Con, Size Kink, Rough Sex, Choking, Manhandling, Reader is mentions to be a nurse some time ago, blood, knives, overstimulation, Michael is a warning himself. a/: this will most likely be one out of 2 parts anon im so sorry TvT

Sweet thing you were, you’d give the shirt off your own back if someone in need called for it, so giving and so trusting to even the most hardened criminals. It was a wonder how someone like you graced the halls of Smith’s Grove Sanitarium. You, a star-eyed nurse fresh from medical school. The scum and slime that riddled the halls of the hellish “sanctuary” you’d been accepted into. You skip down the halls with your checklist and medicine cart in tow. You were kind. You were happy. You’d given patients who’d hadn’t seen the sun in years the same kindness as one would give to an old friend. But you favored one more than the others.

Michael fucking Myers.

Silent halls.

Odd shadows.

Creaking wheels.

The usual ambiance of Smith’s Grove had finally settled within your nerves after a long long few months. You, with your now worn in uniform, counted the rooms with an intent gaze. On the left, even numbers, and parallel to them were odds. Though it was a weird concept, there was a reason. Those on the left, the doctors deemed ‘safe’ and had the possibility of rehabilitation.

Inmates that resided on the right wing however, well you didn’t quite know if you’re being honest, you weren’t allowed to even breath the wing’s direction yet. But one digresses. Your low heels made a blunt click click click upon the cold floors as you neared your station, medicine cart in tow. Your manicured hand reached for your ID, ringing yourself in as the loud pang alerted you of the unlocked status of the door, which was shoved open by your hip as you passed a polite nod to security. Your trek was cut short however, your overseer tugging you aside with a rather harsh hand.

“ You’re the medicine girl right?”

medicine girl…right. Giving a curt nod he sighed, his breath reeking of cheap coffee and some kind of alcohol. His orders were short, clipped and rather rude. Though the next words he uttered left your mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

“ You’re doing both wards. Kirsten…had an incident. “

Fucking hell.

So now, here you were, approaching your last patient for the night. With security stalking behind you with scowls as they glared at patients through the tiny windows. You gulps, it was never patients that scared you, no. It was the sleazes that worked outside the cells. Their wolffish stares and ugly grins. You shook your head, you were approaching Michael’s cell.

You didn’t know much about him, only whispers of the monster, the brute that killed most of his family. A grade A killer, someone that should be locked away from society if not for Mr. Loomis’s need to study him like some kind of bug. But, you being you, wouldn’t let that stop you from being kind. That’s what irked you most about people here, these patients were still human at the end of the day. They still bled, they still died, they had interests and dislikes and personalities. You sighed, eying the dainty wrist watch. ‘ Just an hour and a half..’ you thought as some scum of a man unlocked the heavy metal door. Eying you as you motioned him to move aside.

“ Careful, he hasn’t seen such a young thing like you in a while…might finally remember he’s got a cock. “ the guard, who’s tag read Pierson, chuckled, elbowing his colleague. You could feel their gaze raking across your body, internally you gagged. Lurching forward was a far easier than you wanted to admit, medicines and needles clattering at the motion as the door slammed behind you, leaving you to jump.

Michael’s room was…interesting looking at it.

Buzzing overhead lights gave some relief as you tended to your cart, organizing the arrangement of pills and sedatives in their respective cup to serve to the inmate, who’s back was turned to you, fiddling with another mask that would surely find its way with the rest that perched upon the greening walls. Finally, you found the correct assortment. Smiling to yourself, you turned to face the mountain of a man.

“ Alright Mr.Myers, here’s your dailies! Dr. Loomis upped your sedatives so if you feel a bit off thats the cause! “ you chirped, leaving the cup a bit of a distance. Like you’d heard from the other nurses, Michael gave no indication of acknowledgment, hands stained with the glue-water mixture. The masks on the wall drew your attention, though you didn’t dare raise a hand to touch the precious things, knowing how it felt to have your art defiled by ignorant hands. “ You have a lovely night Mr. Myers! The mask are gorgeous as well! Truly a work of art. “ you smiled, warmth radiating from your aura.

Oh sweet thing. What have you done?

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[sykosomatic]

hiii! long time no see!

may i request a billy loomis x ftm reader BUT billy is possesive and has a breeding kink?? tbh i wanted poly ghostface but i can't see stu having a breeding kink😭😭

if you could, thanks<3

hi!! my deepest apologies for how long this sat in my ask box, ily 🥺 🫶

possessive billy loomis with a breeding kink x ftm!reader

cw: ftm reader, breeding kink (obvi) complete with dirty talk, reader gets his breasts groped, p in v sex, creampie(s), spanking, hair pulling, afab parts/genitalia mentioned, potentially unsavory words used: pussy, cock/t-cock, cervix. (no mpreg, for those of you opposed!)

“you’re fucking mine, you got that?” billy loomis growled darkly into your ear. you didn’t really know what you’d done to make him be so possessive — well, more than usual — but you weren’t complaining. he drove his cock deep into your pussy; with long, rough strokes, you could feel the tip nearly smashing up into your cervix. you were too cock-drunk, with him behind you like that, to actually fully register that he was asking you a question. he grabbed your hair and tugged harshly, pulling your back up closer to his chest. “answer me.”

your brain went fuzzy. what had he even asked? “i.. uh,” you moaned out, gasping as he slapped your ass hard, pushing you back onto your all-fours.

“i said, you’re mine, you got it?” he hissed, his hands going to your sides, holding you in place as he fucked into you. he rocked his hips harsher, skin slapping on skin and his balls hitting against your pussy in just the most tantalizing way.

“y-yes, yes sir,” you managed to whine out as one of his hands groped your ass hard; he proceeded to slap it again, most likely leaving a red mark.

“good fucking boy,” he purred; you could hear the smirk on his lips as he watched you unravel. the bed beneath you creaked and moaned with his thrusts, the headboard rocking into the wall. you were glad your parents weren’t home. “i’m gonna make sure you never forget it…” he growled, taking your hips in his hands and fucking into you, rough enough to make you whine and bite down into the sheets beneath you, seeing stars as he reached down to fondle your t-cock. you were drooling into the sheets as you heard him speak, trying to figure out what exactly he meant by that.

“oh, fuck…” you murmured, voice muffled by the sheets as you felt an orgasm rock your body, making you tremble and shake. your pussy clenched around his cock.

“i’m gonna fill your pussy up, baby boy— you’re gonna know you’re mine by the feeling of me breeding that little hole of yours. you got it? you’re fucking mine, don’t you ever forget it,” he growled, spacing some of his words with low grunts of pleasure, and others with particularly rough thrusts. you gripped the sheets with your hands, feeling him get into a rougher pace as he got closer to an orgasm.

he grabbed your hair again, pulling your face out of the sheets, drool on your bottom lip and chin.

“tell me how much you want me to breed you, baby,” he grunted into your ear, nipping harshly at your earlobe. you whimpered, and he grabbed one of your breasts, groping it and pinching your sensitive nipple. “c’mon, don’t be shy, boy.”

“fuck…” you whined, feeling your brain leaking out between your legs as he fucked you. “i.. fuck, i want you to breed me, billy, please,” you whimpered, yelping out in pleasure as he bit your neck, nipping at your shoulder too. “please fill me up, make me yours..”

“that’s more like it,” billy said approvingly, fucking up into you as he held you up against his chest, holding tight so you didn’t fall back down onto the bed. he gave a few more deep strokes, sheathing himself all the way inside as he came. his cum spurted up into you, warm and thick, filling you up and making you all fuzzy inside. “good boy, take it all,” he purred into your ear, leaving himself inside of you while your pussy clenched around him. “good fucking boy…”

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[sunny-mercya]

Ours not Yours.

Poly!Billy Loomis & Stu Macher x Male Reader

Fandom -> Scream 1996

Requested by -> @jaythes1mp

Masterlist

Billys rage of jealousy was at a boiling point and ready to burst into anger. Throwing some fists or perhaps even gutting someone sounds more than pleasing appealing to Billy right now.

Slamming his locker shut, Billy turned his head to the side, taking a narrowing glance at the group a few meters ahead of him.

Tyler Gillery, one of the school main jocks, was the sole reason of Billys displeasuring anger. The teen was next to you, couldn't keep his hands off—one was always placed on your hip, as if you belong to him—from you. How Tyler could bring a laugh out of you, with his stupidity of jokes, how he managed to make you smile—the genuinely one with radiating happiness and love—and overall keep you from them, your actual boyfriends.

Billy scoffed, shoulders his bag and walked towards them. Bumping hard into Tylers shoulder, ignoring Sidney and Tatums confused faces and whatever they are about to say. Billy wasn't in the mood for their girlish complaints. He thought about pulling you along and away from them, but Tyler had a good grip on you and by god—that smug arrogant smile Tyler gave him, was making Billy even more furious.

«Damn, whats up with Billy? He looked mad.»

«hah, he's just being a silly moody mopey» joked Tyler, laughing boastfully and well too loud.

You elbowed Tyler in the rips, hard enough to have his grip loosen on you. Facing him, you gave him a frown. Tyler, in a mock surrender, holds his hands up, taking just a few steps of distance from you.

«chill, was just a joke, pretty boy.»

Your frown deepens, turning more into a scowl. Taking your bag into your hands, you gave a short goodbye to Sidney and Tatum.

«Hey hey, we're still going to do some studying later?»

«Maybe. If you're not being a silly asshole moody mopey.» your reply was flavoured with a disdain—biting bitter curtly—in your tone.

You liked Tyler. You too were acquaintances, counting him to a friend level, in and outside from school. He's a good guy by heart, but sometimes he can be a unnecessary mean little shit.

~~~

Stu grinned. Amused by Billy's little fit of jealousy and upcoming bloodlust towards Tyler. Stu gets it, really, seeing you constantly with Tyler—all friendly and almost lovely dovely—gives him too a rumbling of jealousy, but his and Billys jealousy were two different things.

Stu's jealousy was subtle, more of a teasing and hovering near you. Holding your hand for a week and showering you with compliments and jokes.

Whilst Billy's jealousy was a merciless possessiveness. Brooding glares, keeping you at hips bay, always near him and at the end of the day, marking your body with visible love bites and making your body limp in his hold.

«Ya know, rumours has it, that the Nurse office is at this time unoccupied and how about we give [Name] some health check up?» Stu's grin got wider, licking over his lips, leaning against some lockers.

«I'm this fucking close to gut Tyler out. The asshole had the actually audacity to have his filthy jock hands on [Name]'s hips.»

Stu only hummed in agreement, that he was listening to his boyfriend angry ranting. Being on a lookout for you, to catch you in his arms and "kidnapping" you into the nurse office. Doing it in school is a thrilling thought of excitement.

~~~

Billy and Stu hadn't meant to go this far. Didn't mean to cover your skin with so many love bites—bruising your skin into a purplish bloody hue, leaving marks, visible, of teeths all around every inch of your body—decorating your skin with it as if you were a trophy.

They both felt almost guilty about it, once they saw how dazed—one the verge of passing out—and shakily you are. Almost though.

Billy and Stu laid with you on the medical-bay bed, cramped together and with you in the middle. Prepping you face with kisses and showering you with praises till you dozed off into a short nap.

It was entirely your fault, that they had to go such length. This could have been avoided, if you didn't have acted so naughty.

For 2 whole weeks you have ditched and kinda avoided them, to hang out with Tyler—doing school projects or something like this. Leaving your boyfriends for themselves and it was getting on their nerves.

You were theirs, their precious little darling. You are Billy and Stu's priced possession. They will kill for you, if it means to protect you.

If they could, they would have collard you up, showing everyone who you belong to—even though they all know by now, that you're the boyfriend of Billy and Stu. Though since they couldn't do that, Billy and Stu have settled for a far better idea—giving love bites, the ones which would fade after weeks.

~~~

Exhausted with sleep, you limped through the empty school corridors. Billy and Stu walking on each side next to you, one holding your hand and the other your bag.

A pleased smile full of smugness and overconfidence on their lips. You rolled your eyes, muttering something about being impatiently needy under your breath. Honestly, they could have waited till you were at home, but then again, your boyfriends liked to be experimental (risky).

«Boys, once we're home you're gonna get me some Mcdonalds and KFC,»

«'course babe, everything you want my prince!»

«Yo, [Name]!» Tyler called out for you, jogging towards you, once he saw you stepping outside the school. He ignored the glaring stares of Billy and Stu, thinking about challenging them—too see who could win you over more, even though Tyler knows that you're already in a relationship with the two—but he always liked a good match or gambling.

Tyler stared at your neck, gulping his spit when he saw the amount of hickeys on your neck. Tired and disheveled you looked and Tyler wonders what you three has done and somehow he knew what you did, but didn't want to imagine it.

Because Tyler knew all too well that you belonged to only Billy and Stu. They have made that more than once perfectly clear.

«Are you....uh still up for some studying?»

«No, sorry, maybe tomorrow perhaps. I'm about to fall asleep any second soon,» you shook your head, mumbling out another apology to him as your eyes threatened to close themselves again. Staying awake was hard and the more you walked around the more exhausted you gotten.

«You heard [Name], maybe tomorrow Tyler. Now, if you so kindly would piss off now»

Tyler nodded, watching how Billy put an arm around your middle, pulling you close to him and giving Tyler—like he has done before—a smug grin.

There might be no killing tonight or in the next few weeks, but that doesn't mean Billy and Stu wouldn't give Tyler a good fucking scare anyways.

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[livindeadgirlgrav]

can you plz write headcannons or a story about female reader picking up nubbins sawyer while he’s hitchhiking, one thing leads to another, and she’s riding him to death (not literally teehee) in the back of her van🖤? maybe a bit of dom reader too? thank you so much🖤🖤

Yessss! Of course! Thank you so much for the request! I can totally write a headcanon also if you like! I love my little stories lol

Pairing: Nubbins Sawyer x Dom fem reader

Warning: NSFW!! Very nsfw, mention of drugs, violence, etc

Ps: Not 100% proof read it’s 3am lol it’s possible I overlooked something

You were a lost soul according to your parents, but in your mind all you wanted was to be free. A lot of things gave you that feeling of freedom- music, the open road, and a couple psychedelic drugs here and there. Having all three at your disposal you felt pretty free today. Driving your 72' Ford van you jammed all the way down the road. You hummed at the silk like feeling of the wind running through your fingers as you held your hand out the window. You smiled to yourself when you saw a hitchhiker on the side of the road. Of course you pulled over for them. First off it was way to hot to be walking I mean you were practically naked in your mothers eyes. And secondly he was pretty cute and you didn't have anything to do all day besides seeking that sweet freedom.

Once you came to a stop the strange looking man quickly got in the car. "Hey man? You alright? Its super hot out today. Suppose to be the hottest day of the year." You stated trying to make small talk. The man now in your passenger seat smiled. "Where you heading too hm?" You smiled at him as you started to drive away occasionally looking at him. "South" You nodded. "Same!" You giggled. "So how did you get out here?" You asked softly. "I was at the slaughter house, my brother work there. My grandfather too! My family always been in meat." He chuckled a little liking the attention he was getting from you. "Oh cool, my daddy was in it for a bit too but got a better job as I grew up. I never liked it, it made me sad seeing the poor babies." The man chuckled. "Its good food though, see they make head cheese. T-they take the head and boil it expect for the tongue and they scrap all the flesh away from the bone. They use everything, they don't throw nothin away!" Hearing the man ramble on you thought it was a bit gross but also kinda cute, he was so excited as if he hadn't had anyone to talk to in years. Like a little lost puppy. You giggled a bit, "Well I didn't know that." You smiled at him then looked back at the road. "Oh I love this song" You said turning up the radio, the wind blew into your window perfectly swaying your hair from side to side. Your attention was captured when you saw a flash coming from the man. Looking over you saw the man grinning as he looked at you then his camera. “Hey you took my picture!” You giggled. “You can drive to my house! It’s just down this road! A-and you can have dinner with me and my..” before he could finish you cut him off “Are you asking me out on a date?” You asked as you pulled over. The man looked at you confused. “Let me see.” You said as you scooted closer to him and took the photo out of his hand. “It’s not bad. You wanna take some more?” You smirked at the man.

Before you knew it the two of you were in the back of you 72' Ford van. You made the first move which wasn't unusual for you. At first you whispered sweet nothing into the nameless man's ear, then started nipping at his ear and the skin on his neck, earning soft moans from him. You noted at how edger the man was, noting how he trembled at your touch. Seeing how he wanted to touch you just not sure how. "You can touch me if you want, I don't bite..hard." You giggled then moaned softly as the man place his hand on your exposed thigh. "We can be slow if you like?" The man starred at you in awe and shook his head no. "Good boy." You quickly straddled his lap and began to kiss the man, kissing you back the man placed his hands on your waist. Grinding you kept kissing him till he pulled back a little to let a moan escape his lips. "It feels good doesn't it?" The man nodded as he laid back watching you grind against his lap. Smirking you kept going as you removed your shirt then your bra watching the mans face as he grinned ear to ear. You grabbed the mans chin softly and pulled him to you. Looking down at him you felt very dominate and free. The mans breath hence at the sudden touch, looking up at you he went to kiss you but you moved back slightly. "Tsk tsk so you wanna touch me?" You asked. "Y-yes." The man stuttered. "What do you say?" "Please?.." The man was very impatient as he was so needy, wanting a release. Grinning you placed the mans hands on your chest and he bucked his hips uncontrollably, making you chuckle. You grinned against the man making him shutter and moan. "You are so big." In a matter of seconds you both went after the same thing, his belt. You pushed his hands away and he grunted frustrated. Grinning you undid his belt and then his pants, going to undo yours he stopped you, pushing your hands away lightly. The man quickly unbuttoned your daisy dukes. Lifting yourself up the man pulled your shorts down. Before you even realized he was inside you and you rode him like a bull rider. Hearing his moans, grunts and whimpers. It was music to your ears and he was so unaware.

You both stayed in that metal tin till the sun went down, changing positions and occasionally fighting for dominance (when you won more than once) you moaned as the now naked man trusted into you and kissed on your neck. Grabbing his hair you moaned out, grinding as best you could against. The man moaned as while almost in perfect harmony with you. Before you knew it you both were finishing at the same time, it was something you never experienced before! A feeling washed over you that you swear was familiar but it definitely wasn’t.

Laying in the floor of the van you snuggled up with the man you come to learn to be Nubbins. Finding a old blanket under one of the seats you both snuggled underneath . Surrounded by polaroids of your naked body and of his you both fell asleep on the biggest high you could only imagine.

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Hey! I hope you enjoyed! Thank you so so so much from the request and thank you tons for reading!

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[untitled-writer-013]

hey ~ I Love your writing so much! Could I make a request where the slashers witnessing their shy s/o losing their temper because someone hurt or insulted them (the slashers) please?

Slashers x Fem!Shy!Reader, Hannibal Lecter x Fem!Shy!Reader x Will Graham, Henry Creel x Fem!Shy!Reader loses temper HCs

warning(s): slight hurt/comfort, mentions of murder, reader being angry

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas had always seen (Y/n) as his sweet, shy darling. She had never lost her temper since they met. If she ever did get upset, she would excuse herself and let herself calm down before resolving the problem. That being said, when he heard his darling yelling at someone, he was ready to kill someone on the spot. He was worried that someone was hurting her, so when he ran outside and saw his darling telling off one of the victims, he was more than surprised. He watched in silence as she lectured them for insulting Thomas, letting out a frustrated breath once she was done. 

Nevertheless, Thomas was very impressed with his darling but would make sure she was alright. He knew that they must have said something really bad to make her so upset, so he’d reassure her that he was alright before offering to make her favorite for dinner. This would help her calm down, and Thomas would have the bonus of spoiling his darling.

Billy Lenz:

On one of the rare occasions that (Y/n) convinced Billy to go out on a date with her, a few people made fun of Billy for how he behaved and his frequent fidgeting. (Y/n) did her best to ignore them, usually steering Billy’s attention to taking pictures with his camera, which quickly distracted him from the disgusted glares and snickers from behind the couple. (Y/n) asked Billy to keep taking pictures while she took care of something, watching him leave before she turned to the nasty group of teens.

By the time Billy became bored and came back in, he watched as the teens cried while (Y/n) demanded to be left alone. They all either apologized or let out the last of their insults before leaving. Billy accidentally took a photo as everything played out, making (Y/n) turn to Billy in slight surprise. She let herself take a few deep breaths before going over to Billy, a small smile on her face as she reassured him that everything was alright before they went back to eating, Billy making sure to tell (Y/n) that he was just fine.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms had always adored how shy his darling could be at times. She was always so loving and patient with him, which was perfect since that was exactly what he needed. One day, the grocery boy came by to deliver the groceries that (Y/n) had asked for. As they were talking, Malcolm had made a degrading comment about Brahms, making her quickly slap him before she quickly asked him to get out. He sputtered and tried to apologize, but she was having none of it, telling him that she was fed up with how demeaning he was every time he visited. 

She was about to go on another lecture when Brahms entered the room, making both Malcolm and (Y/n) go quiet as he stepped in front of (Y/n), staring down Malcolm with a deadly look in his eyes. Malcolm soon took the hint, letting out a pathetic apology before he left. Brahms turned his attention to his darling, making sure she was alright before he asked her to make him something to eat, earning a small nod from (Y/n) as she let herself focus on Brahms.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo always took pleasure in teasing his darling. She was shy and polite, which only made teasing her all the more enjoyable for him. One day, when they had a group of victims passing through Ambrose, (Y/n) began to lose her patience. She remained polite for the most part, but Bo could tell that she was talking through gritted teeth. As the day went on, it seemed that (Y/n)’s patience wore thinner and thinner, not even capable of faking a smile as she told them not to mess with the wax figures yet again. Bo was more than confident that (Y/n) could handle herself, but just in case he stood nearby so she could get him if needed. However, she soon proved herself when one of the teens commented on Bo’s scars. 

She immediately turned around, slapping him as hard as she could before she firmly told him to never talk about his scars ever again, otherwise she would do more than just slap him. This earned a smirk from Bo, a mix of pride and anger in his face as he looked over at the teen, knowing he would enjoy murdering him later.

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent had fallen head over heels for his darling. He was just as shy as she was, so they were practically perfect for each other. Vincent would always take time out of his day to check up on his darling. Whether it was to bring (Y/n) something to eat, or to simply spend some time with her, he always looked forward to his short visits with her throughout the day. During one of these short visits, he noticed that she was arguing with Bo. He quickly made his way order, ready to apologize to his brother when (Y/n) lost it, yelling that not everything revolved around his brother, while his brother seemed slightly taken aback. 

He quickly took (Y/n)’s hand, stopping her from escalating the argument before he took her to the basement. He helped her calm down, tracing her hands with his own as he reassured her that everything would be alright, promising to be there when things became too much for her.

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis:

Stu and Billy had never seen their shy darling blow up at someone ever since they started dating. They never thought they’d see (Y/n) yell at someone, but they watched as she chastised Randy for making jokes about the Woodsboro murders. She told him that they weren’t in one of his stereotypical horror movies, to which Randy shook his head as he tried to argue with her. It wasn’t until he made a joke about Sidney’s mother that she slapped him, causing him to flinch when she yelled at him to get lost.

 Stu and Billy had to hide their knowing looks, going over to their darling to make sure that she was alright before they offered to take her out, wanting to get something to eat before taking her out to the arcade. This seemed to satisfy her, making her smile as the three of them left to have a night out.

Jason Vorhees:

Jason had always adored his darling for her personality, she was always so caring and loving when it came to him. However, that never meant that she wouldn’t stand up for Jason when she needed to. Jason and (Y/n) had kept Camp Crystal Lake open, and usually worked on keeping the camp grounds clean. (Y/n) had been helping Jason with cleaning up the lake when a few of the kids staying there began to make fun of Jason. (Y/n) did her best to help Jason ignore them, but one kid joked about Jason’s looks, and that’s when (Y/n)’s patience ran out. She turned to them, beginning to yell at them for demeaning Jason while Jason watched in slight surprise. 

He tried to get her to calm down, reassuring her that he was alright, but she refused to let them go unpunished for what they had said. After she felt like they had learned their lesson, she let herself calm down before turning back to Jason, a gentle smile on her face before she asked him what he wanted for lunch, making him swoon for her all over again. She had taken the time to defend him and in the same breath make sure that he was taken care of. He made sure to show his appreciation for her, making her a flower crown with some of her favorite flowers so she knew that he would be there for her too.

Michael Myers:

Michael had never been good when it came to people. He killed people that he wanted to kill, which was usually everyone. All except his darling (Y/n), she was the one exception. She had intrigued him when he had made an attempt on her life, only for her to offer him something to eat. Since then, Michael had been staying with his darling, leaving every now and then to let out some of his frustration. While coming back from one of these outings, Michael overheard (Y/n) yelling at something, and he couldn’t help but become curious. He walked into the home, gripping his knife in hand as he approached the room she was in before he noticed his darling. 

She was yelling at one of her friends, clearly fed up with their comments on their relationship as she scolded them. Michael never understood why she was still friends with this person, but he found it entertaining that (Y/n) wanted to stand up to them. He waited for them to finish up, watching her friend leave as he placed his knife down, making sure he was mostly clean of blood before he pressed a kiss to her cheek, gently massaging her shoulders as he offered to fix her something to eat.

Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham:

The two men had known their darling for quite a while, and in all of the time they knew her, she had never had a major blow up. They assumed that she was just more quiet natured, and for the most part that was correct. She never raised her voice out of anger, and while she could stand her ground, she never really liked confrontation. But Hannibal and Will absolutely loved (Y/n), and as long as she wasn’t letting anyone use her for her kindness, they trusted that she could take care of herself. Hannibal and Will were picking up their darling from work when they overheard her yelling at someone. They exchanged a look between each other before walking over to see what had happened, watching as their darling told off one of their coworkers. Hannibal watched with slight amusement as (Y/n) continued to lecture the man, while Will watched with concern, hoping everything would turn out alright as she finished the conversation, heading over to the men when she was done.

“Is everything alright, cara mia?” Hannibal asked, making sure his darling was alright before she nodded, asking to be taken home since she was tired. They happily did so, just glad to have her home.

Henry Creel:

Henry had always loved his shy little darling. She was sweet and more precious to him than anything else in the world. One day, he had come back shopping when he overheard (Y/n) yelling at someone. He quickly made his way inside, prepared to confront whoever it was that had the audacity to enter his home and make (Y/n) upset, but he quickly paused when he noticed that she was on the phone, currently yelling at someone over the phone. She was talking to one of her friends, fussing at them for insulting her relationship. 

Henry let her wrap up the conversation, finally joining her once she had hung up. (Y/n) was surprised to see Henry there, apologizing for her outburst only for him to shake his head, smirking lightly as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He was glad to know that she was proud to be in a relationship with him, planning on rewarding her for remaining loyal to him later.

~fin~ author's note: these boys love their shy little darling, but they love the flare that she has when she gets angry! <33

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[ellie-makes-mbs]

vintage cryptidcore moodboard for anonymous

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[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Can I pretty please request a soulmate AU for this prompt: you have a meter/rating on your body that tells you how dangerous your soulmate is

With the character being Thomas Hewitt??

🥺🙏🏻

Tommy's got his soulmate

Thomas Hewitt x reader

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: mentions of reader being an outcast, slight angst with a fluffy ending, mentions of the smell of cigarette/ weed smoke.

The faint smell of smoke and cheap incense lingered inside the rather dated van as you sat in the back. Soft chattering over the humming of a local radio station made the ride through the desolate Texas road rather calming.

You and your friends were doing a cross country road trip for your final summer vacation for your university years. Friends was a rather long stretch for your relationship with them, yet it could be worse.

On everyone's right wrist was a 1 to 10 meter that showed how dangerous your soulmate was, beeping when you get close to your soulmate. While everyone you know had ones and twos with the occasional three rating, you've always had the rating of ten.

Your soulmate was simply dangerous. The only saving grace was the fact that it never beeped- never actually meeting them before. There were times when you wondered if your soulmate was in prison or in some rather seedy situations, making you more reluctant on meeting them.

Although your parents tried to soothe your worries by saying that you will be safe with your soulmate even though whomever they are is obviously an dangerous person, you can still tell that they were scared for your future.

You tried hiding your meter from your peers but they all end up finding out the truth. If it wasn't the looks of pity, it was the quiet whispers everywhere you walked. It was a sad reality for you to be shunned for what fate or whatever Deity that chose this for you.

"Damnit Henry, you didn't fill the tank up!?"

Mark yelled at his friend as the empty gas light comes on. Amy and Maxine groaned with irritations as you looked up, seeing a sign for a service station a mile away. You spoke up over the arguing young men.

"Guys, there's a service station a mile away if we take this turn. If you two stop arguing like an old married couple, we might be able to make it before we're all fucked."

The men quickly shut up, somewhat intimidated by the simple fact that you were fated to be with a highly dangerous person. The women giggled at the last part, looking away from their magazines.

"How are you able to intimate those two so easily? They stopped fighting right when you spoke."

Maxine asked, looking at you with her doe like soft eyes. You gave an anxious smile as you hear Amy laughed at the other woman's innocence to your situation.

"Well Maxine, there's a reason why you've never seen my meter... I don't like showing it...."

You started to speak, your left hand moving over to rub the covered meter on your right hand. Amy interrupted you.

"Their soulmate rating is a ten, worst anyone could get. Their soulmate is is a fucking monster, Maxine. The boys are scared of how potentially dangerous they will be given their soulmate."

Before there was a chance for you or Maxine to speak, the van was parked next to a gas pump in front of the rather old service station. You opted to get out of the van and get some coffee from the station while Mark gets out to fill the van. Henry, Amy, and Maxine decided to follow you inside for a snack run.

You walked towards the coffee pots, filling a cup with the hot liquid. A quiet beep came from your meter as you heard a softer beep from a short distance. The gas station owner, an older woman stared at you with interest as the beeping becomes faster and louder.

Anxiety flows through your veins as you stood still- as if you were a deer in headlights. Heavy footsteps grew closer to you as the beeping for both yours and your soulmstes meters became apparent to your friend group and the the older lady as the door from the back exit of the building open.

Actually meeting your soulmate wasn't a thing that you've ever thought would happen within your life. The hurricane of thoughts made you not notice the audible gasp come from the older lady's lips.

The first thing you noticed was how much larger the man was. Your wide eyes looked up at him as he stared at you. Time froze as you took in every detail of your soulmate; from the way his curly brown hair clings to his large neck, the leather mouth piece that covers his mouth, all the way to how he has a farmers tan on his face and arms.

The logical side of you was screaming to run away as fast as you could because of how dangerous your meter says he is. Yet, you felt a sense of safety and acceptance coming from the much larger man. A older feminine voice brought the both of you back to reality.

"It appears that you're my son, Tommy's soulmate.."

A look of approval was shown on her face as she gave you a motherly hug. You accepted the hug from her as Tommy watches you.

"I'm Luda Mae, but please call me mama."

She continued as you heard tires screeched outside. Looking towards the windows, you saw your friend's van speed away from the gas station. Your eyes widened in shock as they left you alone with only your wallet. Luda quickly goes to the wall phone, calling what seemed to be the sheriff. You didn't pay attention to what was said as the two of you embraced each other, knowing that you have each other now.

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[probably-a-plant-thing]

Hey how are you doing Plant? I saw your post about you needing short sketch ideas. I was wondering if you would be willing to do some Billy Lenz sketches, please and thank you very much have a good rest of your day =]

Sorry to be a bit late, but I am very happy to draw some Silly Billy :]

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[hdiabolical]

I don't know your rules so I hope this is ok.

Homelander being bored one day and finding boxes full of your old things that your parents kept and he can't pass up on an opportunity to learn more snoop about you. He finds old teddy bears/ drawings/ pictures. Ya know, the typical nick knacks that a proud parent thinks they might be useful someday. It mads him a bit sad that he missed out on so many 'just being a kid' moments but he is enjoying the glimpses that he finds when he sees you in your little league uniform or you soaking wet with a big grin on your face at some waterpark.

You eventually find him all surrounded by memories and see the glassy look in his eyes, you just can't help but crawl in his lap and comfort him. You talk about some of the stuff you guys find, laughing at some. You tell him you promise to make as many happy memories for Ryan and by extension him in the future.

Again, sorry if this is not what you were looking for. Please ignore this or DM me if you want something specific. My brain worms are always a wigglin'.

You finally agreed to move in with Homelander a few months ago. More of a formality, since you already lived in his penthouse most of the time. Yet your parents were so delighted—it was funny, actually, how enchanted they were with him. Their baby girl with America's hero! And he was a charmer too!

Though you lacked for nothing in his house, your parents kept sending housewarming gifts; just trinkets, silly things. Two pairs of white slippers with red stars in them—that one had warranted a full-blown laugh from both of you.

A blue blanket your father had knitted—that one left Homelander at a loss of words. He stared at it for a moment, then silently put it in the bed.

And the boxes! Four boxes filled with knick-knacks; mementos from your childhood and teenage years you were unsure if it'd make Homelander uncomfortable, so… It's not like you hid them (as if you could hide anything from him, anyway), more put them in the very back of your closet and chose not to speak much of it, only mentioned in passing.

“My parents sent even more stuff! Can you believe it?”

The next day, as you left for work, Homelander decided to snoop. It wasn't even snooping, really. You lived with him, you shared it all. And, c’mon, you were an open book. He could read you in a second, knew each flicker of your eyes, every change of breath, the way you scrunched up your nose unconsciously.

He opened every box, sitting on the floor, surrounded by glimpses of your childhood. A picture of you, in your little league uniform, all smiley and proud. A kind of an ugly drawing of what he supposed was meant to be you and your parents. An enormous, threadbare shark plushie you once said was your favorite thing when you were seven.

It was all so mundane—yet his eyes prickled. This was something he'd never be able to share with you.

So lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't notice you'd already come back, and was walking toward the bedroom.

“Hey, you,” you whispered softly. Your chest contracted painfully when you noticed his glassy eyes. It was an effort not to cry too.

“Hey, babe.” He laughed, but it felt hollow. “Juuuust checking some things you tried hiding from me, missy.” He wiggled his finger in your direction in faux annoyance, but you saw it for what it was.

“Baby…” You crawled towards him, sitting in his lap, touching his cheek. “I didn't want to hide it, I just didn't want to upset you.”

“Why would I be upset?” He snorted, now holding a picture of you when you were thirteen.

You groaned.

“Please laser this right now.”

“Why? You look so… cute.” You tried to snatch it from him, but he wouldn't let it. “Awnnn, look at those buck teeth. You look like a rabbit.” He snickered.

“You mean, mean man!” But you giggled too.

As you found more pictures and drawings, and even one Homelander plushie—that he'd never let you live it down—the mood slowly lightened, and you both laughed as you told him all your embarrassing childhood stories. You knew your parents would tell him all anyway.

After a while, you were just laying down in each other's arms, sharing languid kisses in peaceful quietness.

“You know,” you murmured, fingers caressing his hair. “One day, you'll have all of this too. With me, with Ryan, with our future babies. We'll be the happiest family in the entire world.”

He then held your face so tenderly, eyes glassy again—but those were happy tears, a gentle smile on his face.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you more.”

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[chronic-boogara]

aaa thanks again. you're really so polite and kind ♥ ♥ allrighty, imagine time - billy loomis, jason vorhees and micheal myers being super possessive of their s/o pretty please

as always your requests are top tier. i did my best to keep this pg 13 ;) i did a little imagine for jason but billy and michael are just headcanons…FOR NOW !!! love you lots babes

jason vorhees

•oh you’re not leaving his side like,ever. good luck with that

•he worries for your safety like constantly so he needs to know where you are at all times.

*when he leaves to go hunting he locks the doors and windows of the cabin from the outside so you can’t sneak out. it’s because he loves you y/n

•when he gets home he’s going to want to lay with you. he won’t take no for an answer.

•on a good day jason will take you on a walk around the forest, holding your hand the entire time of course. and if he sees a camper he will either tell you to hide or pick you up and set you down on a tree branch

••“jason i’ll be okay i promise. you may not need to eat but i do”. you tried your best to assure him. the last thing you wanted to do was starve to death when a store was so close in distance. “it won’t take that long baby, i promise”.

you didn’t need to see his eyes to know he had that sad puppy look. jason did everything he could to make sure you were safe and he was not about to have all that go out the window in an instance.

[stay] he signed.

you didn’t want to leave him in shambles and alone in the cabin but you couldn’t just not eat.

“okay jason how about this. you can come with me to the store..or at least walk me most of the way there. when i’m done you can help me carry stuff and walk me back. how’s that sound”?

he nodded happily. [when do we leave] ••

michael myers

•do i really need to say this ? of course he’s possessive don’t even GLANCE in another persons direction

•keeps an eye on you even when you think he isn’t. he will wait for you outside the shower , follow you to the store and track you when you go for walks

•he monitors your clothes as well. you think you’re going out in that y/n? yeah no, if it’s not michael approved he will not allow you out

•and he will make sure you don’t sneak the outfit past him. don’t even try. he’ll rip your clothes right off your body.

•doesn’t like it when you give physical affection to anyone besides him. family and friends included.

•after “doing it” you will most likely be covered in love bites and bruises. the entire world needs to know who you belongs to. he will carve his name into your skin.

billy loomis

•he pretends like he doesn’t care but in reality he doesn’t want you to be even ten feet from him.

•doesn’t like it when you laugh too hard at stu. what’s so funny y/n? definitely not his best friend. stop laughing so hard.

•worries about you not wanting him anymore. like a lot.

•try’s his best to keep his brutal acts of murder from you. he doesn’t want you to see the dark side of him

•usually isn’t too big on the P.D.A. but if he feels someone is staring too hard he’ll wrap his arm around your waist

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[friendly-alien-fucker]

Cultural Differences

Warnings: non-sexual nudity, fluff

Pairing: yautja x gender neutral! reader

Summary: the beach episode, your yautja and you go for a swim and some shenanigans happen.

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For hunters who regularly, and quite literally, bathed in the blood of their enemies, yautia were surprisingly hygienic.

It was one of the first things you noticed when you agreed to explore the galaxy with your lover. They could be rolling around in mud, get beaten up and bruised with blood running down their mandibles, but they always returned home to you clean and smelling completely neutral.

It was pleasant, really. Seeing as you'd already made peace with saying goodbye to your sense of smell when you met them, having only known them as sludge-covered barbarians back then.

You smiled softly as you admired your body in the one-piece bathing suit and swimming trunks you'd picked for today. There were many things you didn't know about their species, in fact you still find yourself surprised by the gentler aspects of their society.

Mothers asking politely if their pups could touch your odd-looking dreads, elders stopping in their tracks to tell you you did a good job when they see the small rodent skulls you cleaned up and hung on your belt, or that group of overconfident youngbloods that promised to teach any yautja that decided your inferior strength was grounds to get touchy a lesson. 

Their species was full of unexpected kindness. And the reason you were getting ready for a swim today was proof of it.

Yautja Prime, their home planet, wasn't quite what humans would call idyllic. The atmosphere was dense and hard to breathe in, the ground rocky with little vegetation. You'd compare it with a desert, except unlike a desert, their planet had a vast amount of water, stored in vulcano-like craters.

Only problem is, the temperature there is just barely below the boiling point of water. Way too hot for any human.

So after complaining to your mate for the upteenth time, they decided to surprise you with a little trip to another, much cooler planet. Your concerns about deadly creatures lurking being quickly shut down when they told you it was a place often sought out by elders to relax after they were done hunting.

So now all you had to do was pack your few things and board the small freighter you and a few other Yautja would be flying to get there.

The thought unnerved you a little, being so close to a bunch of strange Yautja, especially since your mate would be waiting on the planet already and therefore couldn't protect you if something happened. But even through your innate fear, you knew those thoughts were stupid.

These were trusted elders, not only were their hunting days over, but they would never bother trying to take down a lone, unarmed human. Especially since you were basically trapped, with nowhere to run or hide, and therefore way too easy prey, if they could call you prey at all.

So you grabbed your small bag full everything you'd need on your trip and made your way through the long halls until you reached a much smaller ship.

Standing a little further off, you watched as different Yautja conversed with each other and walked on board, feeling your dread rise regardless of wether it was logical or not.

You tried to make out what they were saying, but despite living amongst their people for a while now, their language still only sounded like random clicking to you. You sighed.

"Okay?" a deep voice interrupted your solitude.

You flinched as a big hand grasped at your shoulder, quickly disappearing at your reaction. "Sorry."

It was another Yautja, seemingly a little older than your mate, adorned with battle scars and markings and missing a tusk. Their voice sounded stiff and robotic, like they learned their English from computer recordings, which wasn't too odd. Many youngbloods had started to learn human languages to aid the relationship between your two species.

Which made you silently wonder why this elder was learning it. Regardless, you bowed your head respectfully, and used your basic knowledge in ASL to greet them. Hearing their rapid clicks, you couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Heeelo, hello." They huffed, placing their hand on your chin to make you look up at them. When you faced them again, their mandibles were spread widely - something you've come to understand as a smile of their own.

"Ooman. I know your language, speak with me." They growled, and you nodded sheepishly. Apparently learning the best through doing is a universal experience.

And like that, your little trip seemed just a little less terrifying.

Nin'tui, as you'd gotten to know them, had shared with you stories of their greatest hunts, occasionally switching to sign language when their English wasn't enough. And while, as expected, the other elders on the ship were less enthusiastic about your stay, they didn't bother to complain. There were even a few who'd join in to chat about their own battles and the planet you were about to visit.

All in all, the trip was less unnerving than you'd thought, and a lot shorter too. Your sense of time wasn't the best up in space, but you could swear it wasn't longer than two hours until the ship gradually slowed, before setting down onto rich brown earth.

Once you set your eyes on the surrounding scenery, you couldn't get out of the shuttle fast enough. If not for your traveling companion, you would've probably been scolded for the amount of Yautja you almost tripped by running outside as fast as you did. But there was no helping it- blue skies! Brown earth! And, most importantly, air that you could actually breathe in!

And when your feet finally hit the ground you couldn't help but let out a long and joyous laugh. "Aaaaaah, I can't believe we're actually here!"

"Believe it." a way too familiar voice called from behind you, making you spin around to throw yourself at them in excitement.

Without flinching, they simply caught you, holding you high in their arms as you all but assaulted their face with kisses and thank you's. Or at least that's what the other yautja must've thought, muttering amongst themselves as if they were viewing something scandalous, a few stepping closer to get a better view of the strange ritual.

But your mate simply purred, leaning into your affection as their voice rumbled against you "You should wait to express your gratitude until you've seen the waters!" they laughed, and you shook your head as you gave them a last kiss between the eyes.

"I'm just so happy to be here! Just look!" you jumped out of their arms, gesturing towards the fields of flowers "this planet is beautiful! Almost reminds me of some corners of earth..."

You smiled at the thought, and they chuckled as they put a large hand on your back. "We should walk with the others, the waters are not far."

And so the two of you walked slowly behind the larger group of yautja, them slowing their pace to match yours as you cheerfully took in your surroundings. Beautiful was truly the right word for it.

Tall grass with taller flowers that swayed gently in the wind, going on for kilometers until reaching a distant forest, that you imagined to be just as wonderful.

After about 30 minutes of walking, elongated by your habit of stopping to sniff every alien plant you could reach, you finally made it to the lake. About 500 meters of fresh water that seemed to almost glow in the sunlight.

Standing in awe, you barely registered your mate sliding your backpack down your shoulders and throwing it to the side. It was only when you felt a claw tug at your shirt that you snapped out of it, matching their equally confused expression.

"Don't you want to swim?" They asked, and you chuckled at the misunderstanding.

"Oh, yeah. These are my swimming clothes." you explained, yet their expression didn't seem to lighten.

"No, no. Swimming." they accentuated their words, pointing towards the water as if you simply didn't hear them the first time.

You nooded, dumbfounded, "Yes. Swimming." but as they continued to stare at you like an alien (heh), you shook your head "just- here, come on."

You took their hand, leading them towards the water and to your relief they followed without complaint. At the edge of the lake, you grinned up at them excitedly, before taking a leap, splashing them with the surprisingly mild-temperature water.

Though as you came to the surface and brushed your wet hair out of your face, you were not faced with the annoyed yet amused expression you'd expected on your mate, not that you were registering their expression at all since seeing them stand there in all their naked glory practically fried your brain within seconds.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" you yelled, making them jump slightly and their mandibles flare.

"What?" they asked, way too calm for your taste.

"You're naked!" you whisper-yelled, and they simply nodded, before jumping into the water next to you.

"Yes. Swimming." They repeated your words back to you with a very deadpan expression.

"But- love, no!" you were furious as you tried to explain this to them "We're not alone out here there are oth-" but as you looked to gesture at the others around you, you were met with even more naked yautja, unashamedly bathing in the sun.

Blood rushing to your face, you try to cover it with your hands, glad to be able to stand at this point in the water. You felt a hand lay itself on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" your mate asked quietly, bending down to meet you eye-to-eye. "I didn't know you'd be bothered by this. You were fine with me disrobing, I thought..."

You simply shook your head at them, forcing yourself to be a grown up and pry your hands from your eyes. "No...no." you sighed "I'm fine."

"But a warning would've been nice, I uhm..." you couldn't help but grin at your own embarrassment "I-I guess I just didn't expect to ever see any nude yautja aside from you, you know?"

Thankfully they didn't seem to judge you for it though, as they simply looked at you with that ever present curiosity. "Humans arent nude around each other?"

"We are but....usually just around friends and family, you know." you bite your lip as you dare take another glance at your surroundings "and usually only around our own species."

You can see them nodding from the corner of your eye, "I understand." yet something still seems to bother them.

"You are free to do as you please, however... you always encourage me to partake in your culture. Perhaps you should try and see this as an opportunity to partake in mine."

Their words stung. They were said without pressure or malice, a simple suggestion- but it stung. They had always gone out of their way to make you the most comfortable, this trip was proof of it, and you liked to think you were doing the same for them.

But were you?

"But what if they'll look?" you asked, your face still a shade darker just at the thought. "Then let them look." they replied in earnest "You are very attractive. Let them see what they don't have."

And people did look.

Though, to your surprise, no more than they usually do. Seeing a human walk around and do human things could only get so exciting you guessed, and nudity truly was natural to them.

Over time and with a little coaxing you were even comfortable enough to briefly leave the water, if only to get your towel and wrap it around yourself.

Letting yourself relax in the sun that, even hours later, didn't appear to go any lower, you're interrupted by the low purring of your mate. Smiling, you turn to face them.

"Thank you for bringing me here," you begin, only for them to interrupt "Thank you for coming. And," they truly seem grateful as they incline their head "thank you for 'stepping out of your comfort zone.'"

You chuckle at the human idiom. "My comfort zone is wherever you are." you say earnestly, and they simply purr louder in response.

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[sykosomatic]

Thank you for accepting my request!! It was delicious😭❤️ i love the way you write Hannibal. Not to be greedy or anything, could i request hannigram x ftm reader? He just took his first shot of t, and his two lovers want to celebrate *wink wink*

you’re so welcome!! this is perfect, i love it so much <3 i love all the ftm x [insert character here] i’ve gotten recently! it’s so inside my comfort zone it’s crazy <3 companion fic to this.

i hope you enjoy!!

hannigram x ftm reader taking his first t shot!

(reader wears a binder/is pre-top-surgery)

cw: threesome/group sex, praise kink, creampie finish, double penetration, oral sex (afab&amab receiving), anal sex (afab&amab receiving), p in v sex, fingering (afab&amab receiving).

thanks to your lover, hannibal’s, connections in the therapy world, you’d finally gotten your hands on something you’d been waiting on for what felt like forever: a prescription for testosterone. at this point in your social transitioning, you figured you were ready to take the next step. it was a little nerve-wracking, as most new things are, but so exciting all the same.

your other lover, will, had kindly offered to go pick up the prescriptions with you; you’d shown some apprehension at the thought, and he’d immediately offered his assistance.

once you’d gotten back to hannibal’s place, you got all settled in; your testosterone vials and needles sitting up on the counter. they looked a little daunting; you’d never used a needle on yourself before, so this was going to be a really different experience for you. the doctor had explained to you how to do it, and it seemed pretty straightforward. but still. nervous.

you didn’t necessarily want to do it with hannibal and will watching you; just because you were nervous you may look silly, and you didn’t want them to get worried if you did it wrong. but then again, you didn’t want to do it without them, because what if you did do it wrong?

you decided to do your first shot on your own; you wanted to make sure you could do it by yourself, and wouldn’t they be so proud of you when you did?

you took a breath, grabbing the stuff you would need and heading to the bathroom. sitting on the toilet, you prepped everything the way the doctor told you to, and prepared yourself for the feeling of the needle going in.

it was surprisingly easy, but the sting and pinch were going to need some getting used to. letting your breath out, you cleaned up and put everything away, opening the bathroom door to see the two men standing outside the door.

you smiled at them, shaking your head. “worried about me, huh?” you asked them. hannibal stepped closer to you and inspected you, asking you how you felt. “i feel fine,” you assured him with a small chuckle. “it went really well… it was a lot easier than i thought it would be.”

will smiled at you, nodding as you spoke. “we knew it wouldn’t be a big deal. well..” he corrected, looking at hannibal. “i did, at least.”

“we should celebrate, no?” hannibal asked, kissing the top of your head. “such bravery and expertise should be rewarded!” he exclaimed, leading you and will to the kitchen.

hannibal popped open a bottle of wine and started pouring three glasses, handing them out. before long, he and will were discussing how proud they were of you, making your face flush; the wine wasn’t helping, either.

“so handsome and so perfect,” hannibal said, in response to will leaning in to put a hand on your thigh. “both of you,” he added playfully, making will sport a wry smile. hannibal stood and walked over to stand behind you, massaging your shoulders gently. he leaned in to kiss will’s lips deeply. it was clear the two of them were planning a different kind of celebration. you were excited.

hannibal’s hands dipped to start rubbing your chest, his fingers brushing over your nipples once he’d found them. you leaned your head back against him, watching him and will kissing passionately. warmth spread into your stomach and you could feel yourself getting ridiculously aroused.

will pulled away from the kiss he shared with hannibal to start kissing you, his hands starting to tug at your clothes; he was asking permission, and you eagerly allowed him to undress you. hannibal watched the two of you, starting to undo his own pants and taking his shirt off. before long the three of you were undressed and the two of them started leading you into the bedroom.

will pulled you into his lap on the bed, his legs draped over the end as hannibal came up behind you. being sandwiched between the two of them turned you on an insane amount. will started to kiss your neck, licking stripes up your neck as hannibal leaned in to kiss your lips. both of the men’s hands explored your body, hannibal’s on your hips and grabbing your ass and will’s exploring your chest and pinching your nipples.

you moaned into hannibal’s mouth as you felt will’s fingers exploring your wet slit, playing with your clit while he teased your nipples. hannibal put his fingers in your mouth for you to slicken up as he followed will’s lead. he slid one finger into your asshole, making you moan and buck your hips against will’s fingers. will slid two fingers into your pussy, curling them up to hit your g-spot. the two of them played with you for a little while before you ended up squirting all over will’s hand.

the two of them praised you for how handsome you were, how well you took their fingers and came for them, peppering your skin with kisses before they moved positions. will laid on his back, starting to slide his cock into you, stretching your sweet pussy out. hannibal began to finger will’s ass as will fucked up into you and grabbed your ass. you leaned in to kiss him as he got finger-fucked, and then leaned back to kiss hannibal as he slid his cock into will’s stretched asshole.

the two men moaned in beautiful succession with you, all of you in complete bliss. their hands explored you and each other. after a few final rough strokes, hannibal bottomed out inside will and came deep in his asshole, making him in turn cum deep into your pussy.

but they weren’t done; hannibal slid his cock into your asshole next, making you shiver and whine, scratching on will’s chest. his curls lay over his face, covered in sweat. will hadn’t taken his cock out of you yet. he started rocking his hips again after you’d gotten adjusted to hannibal’s cock, the noise of the creampie inside you squelching as his balls slapped your taint.

the three of you finished again, and you were flipped over on your back so that hannibal could eat you out; his tongue was magical as he licked will’s cum out of your hole. his tongue slid in and out, and circled your clit. you shuddered and came a third time, grabbing his hair and wrapping your legs over his shoulders. hannibal proceeded to clean off will’s cock as well, will laying right next to where you were as he got sucked off. he gave you sleepy kisses, waiting for hannibal to come back up for air. the two of you shared slurping on hannibal’s cock until it was cleaned off, and fell asleep naked on the bed, fully satisfied.

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[lace-coffin]

OMG the bondage head canons for Asa was so good!!!! I have another request for Asa with like angst/comfort? If that's okay 👉👈.

Asa with a reader who is clingy and affectionate after being punished by him. Like trying to cuddle with him discreetly and craving comfort and attention from him after they were bad? Idk if that makes any sense lol hopefully it does.

That’s totally ok!! I love writing for asa! Feel free to send more ideas if u wanna, it always makes my day < 3

Receiving comfort after a punishment

Asa Emory/the collector x gn reader

Requests are open!

Minors DNI

quickly becoming Asa’s favourite in the collection and delving into a romantic relationship means you have extra freedom and perks compared to other unwilling guests. Avoiding punishment is not one of them.

Submission is non negotiable, you will serve him as your god and that’s final. Punishment hopefully won’t come to you often if you behave well enough but when it does it’s unavoidable.

Talking back and being bratty? You won’t be using that mouth at all for the next day/days, either spending hours gagged and drooling or only being allowed to speak when spoken to by your master. If you slip up and speak out of turn then an extra hour will be added to the punishment.

You can try plead your way out of it or run away but it’s futile, either you go on your own accord or your going slung over Asa’s shoulder with a red ass.

When it comes to punishments you’re done when Asa says you are. You can cry and beg all you want, that’s not his problem, if anything it fills him with sick delight. Aww it hurts? Good. That’s what disobedient toys who don’t know their place get. You have to learn somehow.

You’re left messy and worn out, floating gently in Subspace as sir cleans you up. He’ll cup your exhausted and red face, cooing at the hazy look in your eyes as he cleans your face from tears with a clean warm towel.

Once you’re clean and probably in one of his turtlenecks he’ll give you a water bottle or juice, helping you hold it up to your lips until he thinks you’ve had enough. He’ll also feed you some soft fruits or easy to eat snacks. He never used to be this soft until you entered the picture, digging out your own special spot in his cruel heart.

You’re always clingier than usual like this, still floating along the waves of Subspace and uncaring if you make a fool of yourself. Feeling vulnerable you cling to the only thing you know. Slowly scooting closer and closer to Asa thinking your being subtle (he knew the first time you got closer but finds it amusing so let’s you continue under the guise your being sneaky)until your laying against his side. “Silly pet” he laughs, petting your head affectionately.

Usually you’re a little more timid with your affection towards Asa but after a punishment you can’t find it in yourself to care, getting worked up and upset the longer you let your feelings fester without resolve.

Sometimes you’ll seem fine and stable but hours later Asa will find you curled up outside his door, sobbing and shaking. Needing to be close to your master but too nervous and distraught to take the final step of knocking and interrupting his work. You’re so worried he’ll be angry at you getting in the way of his work and will punish you for being too needy as a result of it (he would never, you’re just distraught and irrational rn lol) you knew you should’ve asked for more reassurance after today’s punishment but you thought you could pull through.

Asa opens the door and sighs, eyes wracking over your pitiful state. Without any words spoken he’ll scoop you up from your spot on the floor and move you both back to his desk, sitting your chest against his and your head on his shoulder. He’ll continue his work as he rocks you both slowly, humming until your tears stop and your head starts to droop more.

Being close with him like this always lets you know that you’ve been forgiven and the punishment is over. He still loves you and you’re still his favourite, his pretty little cricket.

Hi I hope u enjoyed this! Pls feed me more bug man requests/prompts anytime u like!

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