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marksbear · 11 months

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Could write some Stu macher xreader smut? Please he's everything to me

Yes! I would love to write this out and make you happy! Plus he’s everything to me as well!

warnings! Headcanons smut!, phone sex, quickies, marking kink, public kink, getting caught kink, bragging, recording and taking pictures, Switch Stu!

Afab and Amab reader! Safe for trans readers as well! And you trans peopl have a few headcanons to yourselves!

STU MACHER X GN AND MALE READER!

-He’s a slut.

-He’s a huge switch that leans more into sub. He doesn’t know what to pick. He loves making you feel good, but in the same time he likes to feel good.

-Kinky af. He likes it really rough and dirty. Has a knife and mask kink. There’s something about you holding a knife to his neck or him doing it to you really keeps him going.

-Really into phone sex. He will call your house phone at the dead of night and once you pick up he’ll tell you everything dirty thought of you and him that’s keeping him up.

-Prefers to give oral. Him eating out your pussy or him sucking your cock. It doesn’t matter.

-Quickes in the school bathrooms.

-Having cuddle sex while watching horror movies together.

-His secret kink is that he wants to roleplay either him or you being a serial killer and one of you being the victim.

-Likes to brag about your guys wild sex lives to Billy since him and Sidney haven’t done it yet.

-Very loud. So anytime y’all are having sex when’s y’all parents or siblings are in the house you’ll have to cover his mouth to keep you tired.

- Hates to admit that one time when you guys were fucking you saw his ghostface mask on the side of the bed you picked it up and wore it he came shockingly fast and he was tad bit embarrassed.

-You cockwarming him during a horror movie marathon in Randy’s house. The blankets covered you both so no one suspected a thing.

-The thought of being caught or watched during sex turns him on.

-A new kink he has is when you two fuck in his newest victims bed. Right after you both clean any evidence.

-Doesn’t mind if anything loves it when you use him as if he was your personal dildo or fleshlight.

-Whispers the most filthiest and dirtiest things in your ear in public.

-Y’all done it in after school detention before.

-You two always getting in trouble with the teachers for PDA and such.

-He has this really cheap camera and he likes to record y’all fucking any chance he gets.

-He even made a hour long movie type disc of your guys sex video.

-Had a lot of Polaroid pictures of you covered in his cum or you touching yourself in front of the camera. Keeps the pictures scattered around his room some even hanged on the wall. Some in his wallet to.

-Really into foreplay. Likes it when you take your time teasing him.

-Height kink. Gets off if your taller him and if your smaller he has a ego boost.

-Wouldn’t do anything that you don’t like!

-Fucking him until he’s a dumb and useless.

-Really into marking you. Like leaving hickeys on you, scratching your back and neck. So as far carving his initials into you.

-He’s a very jealous and possive man even though he tries to act nonchalant. So that leads to a lot of jealous sex.

-And god help you if your a virgin.

-He likes to teach you like how to suck his cock or how to ride him.

-He loves to just ruin your innocence and slowly turn you into a whore/slut just like him.

THE END

#stu macher #stu macher x male reader #Stu macher x Gn reader #slashers x male reader #slasher x male reader #slasher x gn reader #x male reader #male reader #x Gn reader #x gender neutral reader #x transmasc reader #x trans reader #the bear club

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thrasher-slashers · 1 year

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Slashers with a Thicc S/O

Basically, a few slashers with a plus sized S/o- some basic relationship HCs sprinkled in- kinda requested by a friend?

Some body dysmorphia

Mainly fluff :)))

Pronouns=They/Them (G/N reader)

I am a plus sized person myself- but I’m still not the best writer! Bare with me if something’s don’t make sense!

Kinda OOC

Bo Sinclair

Holy shit-

Loves your thighs- wether squishy or muscle, loves them

Will pinch your fat, thinks it’s cute

* Lays his head on your legs, a lot…maybe play with his hair???

* He definitely won’t complain…

* If your self couscous about your size? This man will go ham on anyone that says a w o r d.

* He will hype you up to the best of his one tracked southern mind-

* Chubby chaser!!!

* You have stretch marks? Nice! He likes tiger stripes!

* Bo doesn’t say words much to show how he feels, but he try’s his damn best- “Darlin’ I’ll love you, no matter how you feel about yourself.”

* Lots…. I mean… lots of hickeys.

* Your both pretty warm natured,, so summer cuddles are usually a no go- rip.

Lester Sinclair

* Type of mf to squish your cheeks

* “Sorry honey, you just look so cute!”

* Another chubby chaser!

* Pick him up and cuddle him- we know this man is a stick, and couldn’t even pick up one of his brothers if he tried-

* Thigh appreciator, amen.

* Will glow in pride with you by his side!

* Will fight a hoe if they make any comment towards you what so ever-

* Hopes you’d do the same!

* “LOOK AT MY PARTNER!” Lookin ass

* Shows you off, knows he scored big!

* Lots of kisses, all over your body, won’t stop- seriously, you think you have marks on your forehead from him.

* Secretly wants you to crush his head between your thighs… don’t tell anyone.

Vincent Sinclair

* Yet again, like his brothers- a chubby chaser.

* Yes, he draws you a lot, obviously- he thinks your fucking stunning!

* Will ask for you to pose for him, if your comfortable with that of course. If your not good at staying still? Don’t worry! He has a camera!

* Squeezes you- a lot, but he’s gentle-

* Loves how warm you are! His hands are normally cold, he enjoys when you hold them :)

* Will cry if you call him beautiful-

* Literally a whore for your attention, pay attention to him- please- he’ll do anything!

* Likes to touch and feel you a lot, it isn’t inherently sexual? But if that’s what it turns into…

* Makes you little trinkets to carry :)

* Will blush r e d if you play with his hair in anyway

* “I will cherish you will all my heart, Love.”

* Please- please- call him a pretty boy- he will d i e.

Thomas Hewitt

* Enamored. Loves you a normal amount… totally.

* Thomas, as a chubby person himself- actually appreciates the chub more on you then himself!

* Caresses you a lot, just likes physical touch- just being near him makes him happy.

* Likes the way your stretch marks feel under his fingers- odd fixation- but still.

* Not the best at showing how he feels- he just holds you and hopes you get the message-

* Actually will pummel Hoyt if he ever makes any derogatory comment towards you.

* Doesn’t let you near the ‘visitors’ very much, he deems them as a threat to your safety.

* The family likes you, your cool 👍

* Give this man a massage, he’s very tense all the time… he will greatly appreciate it!

* Not a PDA person, but in private- he’s all over you.

* Likes to play with your hair, no matter the texture, it’s you, and he likes that.

* Doesn’t say much, but when he does, he means it. “I Love You.”

Bubba Sawyer

* You??? Love him??? It still surprises him everyday!

* Dotes and fusses over you a lot, very worried about you- for no real reason- he just wants you safe and happy.

* Your bigger like him!!! Now he won’t crush you! :D

* like Thomas, he likes to caress and touch you a lot, he will mumble incoherent things to you, in hopes you get what he’s trying to say.

* Squeals at you a lot, thinks your the most beautiful thing ever, won’t let his brothers even THINK of being mean to you.

* Has actually hit Drayton over the head for an out of pocket comment.

* Kiss him, anywhere, he’ll be so happy!

* Tried to make you a mask at one point- realized you probably won’t like another persons skin on your face- so he used fabric.

* Will cuddle with you no matter the weather- freezing? Holding his arms open. 100+ degrees? Shut up and cuddle, you can sweat it out.

* Likes to sleep with you on top of him, like a weighted blanket.

* Very hyperactive! Wants to do everything with you!

* Excited when you want to do anything with him! Wether it be something like cleaning the house or something like taking a shower together!

This layout sucks- I apologize lmao

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theunburntsblog · 10 months

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Hey mate!

How bout a poly Billy & Stu x male reader who they tease and call a pet?

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"IT'S ALL IN GOOD FUN."

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MALEREADER!: he/him pronouns used NO graphic depiction of reader. Poly relationship between Billy, Stu, and Reader.

A/n: I'm so sorry this is quite late. I've been going through a lot of things! Hope this will make it up to you : 3 mind you, this might be occ I'm very rusty atm.

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You and your partners gather around into the living room of Stu's house. Sitting down onto the floor, drinking some beer while playing Uno.

Stu looks at the cards he has before placing down a draw four against Billy as he chuckles softly. "Hmm, let's see here. I guess I'll change it to.. green, " Stu said teasingly poking his tongue out at Billy, who scoffs and rolls his eyes in annoyance.

Billy takes his turn, placing down another draw 4 card before looking up at you and smirking and declaring uno. "Uno, I believe it's your turn, isn't it, pet?" He tilts his head to the side, teasing you. You sternly look at him, "I'm no pet, you're not gonna win so easily." You start to pick up 8 more cards as Stu holds in a laugh and fails miserably. "What's so funny!" You exclaim, furrowing your brows in annoyance. Stu shrugs, smiling widely with his teeth. "It's just funny to see your confidence. Let's be honest, babe, you don't have much chance to beat us for one. Secondly, you're more like a puppy, ya know? Those big doe eyes just scream it"

Billy looks amused at Stu's answer, nodding along. "I will have to admit, you're loyal and have a big heart it's cute. You're definitely a pet. There's no doubt about it."

You set your cards face down before stealing a sip of Billy's beer, then crossing your arms. "You're full of yourself. You both are." Stu coos, sitting his cards down as he moves closer to you, pulling you into a hug "awww he's tryna act all big, sweet boy." You giggle, gently pushing him away, but Stu just showers you more affection while Billy just smirks and admires his two lovers.

He shakes his head at both of you. "Don't try and hide it. You know we're right. " You accept Stu's love, shaking him off as the room fills with soft laughter. Stu reaches over and starts tickling you, which makes you yelp and move around to get out of his grasp, yelling out for Billy to help you. "Billy! Get him off me! Help!" You frail around. Billy goes to you, and you assume to pull Stu off, but he joins into the antics.

You roll around onto the floor as your boyfriends continue to tickle and tease you. Rambling about how cute you look all flustered while you can't really make out what they're saying because they're just speaking over each other as you giggle relentlessly.

After a few moments, they stop tickling and teasing you. You managed to finish the match of Uno, and you also ended up winning, which made Billy and Stu bicker like children because they didn't win. You all cramp onto the couch, cuddling as limbs interlinked while watching a cheesy movie to poke fun at.

#scream #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #polyarmory #male!reader #slasher x gn reader #slasher x reader #slasher x male reader #stu x reader #slashers #drabble #imagine

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loveandmurders · 2 years

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Thomas Hewitt finding you too cute to kill you headcanons

Hello everyone! I know I have some requests to work on (some are almost ready, so stay tune) but I couldn’t resist the urge to post this little idea I had for Tommy (Texas Chainsaw Massacre).

Basically, your soft, gentle and cute nature makes it impossible for him to kill you and he decides to protect you from his family!

Hope you’ll enjoy <3 Oh and friendly remember that my requests are open and I write for all the slashers!

Gender neutral reader (Hoyt calls you a “bitch”, and Luda Mea “Sweet pea”, but for me it has no gender), no physical description.

Warnings : Hoyt, murders, car crash, blood, pain, deaths, mention of cannibalism, one or two strong words, a bit of angst I guess

Thomas instantly noticed you at the gas station.

You were among a group of five people, but your soft, bubbly and funny personality caught his eyes right away.

You were joking around with your friends, taking photos and being touchy with the people you liked the most.

You were a true ray of sunshine and he had to admit he did wonder what it would be to have someone like you in his existence.

It would be so nice to have someone who would enjoy hugging and kissing him, someone who would have a bright smile on their face pretty much all the time, someone who would make his life better just by being there.

As you entered the store of the gas station to grab some snacks, you noticed his stares.

But unlike everyone else, you didn’t frown, or stare back with anger, disgust or annoyance.

No, you actually smiled at him and gently waved.

You leaned towards one of your friends as your eyes stayed on him.

He looked down, thinking that despite your gorgeous smile and your friendly demeanour, you were going to make fun of him with your friends. And despite how hurtful he thought your words would be, he decided to listen to what you were going to say.

You were whispering so he didn’t get all of it but he definitely heard: “cute giant” and “wouldn’t mind having him as my teddy bear”. Your friend answered something about his mask and you shook your head and answered something like “mysterious is hot”.

He was carrying big boxes of meat for his family, but at those words, he almost dropped one. He wasn’t used to being positively considered, even by most of his family.

He sent you another look.

You were the right amount of cuteness he needed in his life, but he didn’t believe he deserved someone like you.

He was a monster and you were a little sunshine. He belonged to his basement and he couldn’t imagine you living somewhere so filthy.

He hoped Hoyt wouldn’t ask him to kill your group. He really didn’t want to hurt you. He wanted to stay a “cute giant” for once. It would be nice if someone could see him as something else than a killer. And you didn’t seem to mind his mask either, which was nice.

He found himself daydreaming about another life, a life with you and your smile.

When he saw Hoyt’s sheriff car approaching, he tried to get back to reality.

He couldn't have that kind of thoughts about a stranger, no matter how adorable they were. He needed to focus back on work.

He still hoped nothing bad would happen to you. There was enough darkness in the world already, there was no need to kill the light that still remained.

He watched you go with your friends.

He saw you had a moment of hesitation before climbing back into the car. You watched him while biting your lips.

Two of your friends were giggling behind you and they eventually pushed you out of the car.

You nodded to yourself and decided to be brave as you walked toward him.

He had no idea what to do, so he simply stayed where he was and he prayed to God for Hoyt to stay out of this.

“Hi,” you said with a bright smile. He softly groaned in answer and waited for you to continue.

No one ever came to talk to him before, and he was feeling all shy and not pretty enough for you.

“I’m sorry to bother you… and I never go talk to people like that, I promise” you giggled as you looked up at him.

He was so freaking tall and you enjoyed the size difference a little too much for your own good.

“I was wondering if maybe you’d like to do something with me someday soon? We’re new in town with my friends. We are a group of young journalists and we have decided to investigate on the murders around here” you explained “but anyways, I’ll stick around for a while and… and you’re… someone I’d like to know more of” you tried to find your words. You didn’t want to sound too insisting or to make him feel uncomfortable.

The truth was he was 100% your style and if he even would just want to have sex with you, you would jump into his bed without an ounce of hesitation.

“Sorry, kid, but the guy ain’t talkin’” said a heavy accented voice behind you and you slightly turned around to discover the sheriff standing a few steps away from you, watching the scene with mean amusement.

“Oh, sorry about that” you looked back at the giant and you gave him another gentle smile “I probably talk enough for two anyways” you joked and it actually put Thomas at ease even though he couldn’t fully relax with Hoyt around you.

“So you would like…?” you were about to ask in a more direct way your offer to spend some time together but Hoyt put a hand on your shoulder to cut you off.

You couldn't stop yourself from having a gesture of rejection.

You were touchy and cuddly with the people you loved, but you didn’t like when weird old men were touching you.

Thomas put the boxes on the ground, and he grabbed Hoyt’s hand to remove it from you. He couldn’t stand the idea of this corrupted and evil man putting a hand on your perfect and pure person.

You blushed at the attention and you felt like you could be very safe with a man like your cute giant.

“So ya said ya were a journalist, huh?” Hoyt asked and you nodded, quite unhappy about how things were going. “Well ain’t likin’ little shits goin’ ‘round my town. So if I was ya, I’d leave right away” Hoyt tried to frighten you.

In reality, he wasn’t going to let you and your friends go, you were fresh meat to him.

“Oh yeah? Well that's a pity we already bought the house we’re going to stay in. But don’t worry, I’ll be very happy to write a paper about you” you said, because no one intimidated you in your whole life.

Thomas watched you with bright widening eyes. He had never seen anyone speaking to Hoyt like that before.

He felt the anger rising inside of his uncle, so he gently pushed the sheriff away from you.

Hoyt was quite taken aback by Thomas’ actions and he sent him a look meaning ‘you won’t protect them for long, soon you’ll have to end them and I’ll have a lot of pleasure watching this happening’.

“Thank you, big guy. Hope to see you around soon” you told your cute giant with another smile and you left.

Thomas watched you go with a heavy heart. If Hoyt hadn’t arrived, he could have hoped for a walk with you or something.

Once you were gone with your friends, Hoyt started to yell at him, but Thomas didn't care.

Your kindness made his day.

But of course Hoyt wasn’t going to let you investigate around, and of course he couldn't stand what happened between you and him, so in the evening, he had already provoked a car accident.

You and your friends were in a car upside down, hurt and half unconscious.

You wondered what happened when your eyes fluttered open and your first instinct was to get out of the car. You crawled through a shattered window but heavy boots walked to you before pressing you against the ground.

You whined in pain at the pressure of a boot on your back and you barely had the strength to look up. It was Hoyt.

“What kind of sherriff are you?” you mumbled and he let out a very sinister laugh.

You looked back at the car and that was when you noticed some of your friends were seriously hurt, just like you, and others were dead.

You remembered the gunshot and you understood Hoyt had aimed at one of your tires.

“Asshole” you murmured and he stopped laughing. He grabbed you by the arm to force you to stand up.

“Ya’ll suffer so prettily, bitch” he spat into your face.

He threw you on the ground and you fell in front of another pair of legs. You tried to look up but you collapsed.

You heard someone screaming orders at someone else, something about getting the bodies out of the car. You also felt someone carrying you as gently as possible. And then darkness.

When you opened your eyes again, there was an old woman softly taking care of your wounds.

You were laid down on a couch and she was sitting next to you. When she noticed you were awakening, she smiled down at you.

You tried to move but she shushed you and forced you to stay put.

“‘S fine, sweet pea, ‘s fine. Ya need some rest” she whispered to you.

You looked around and wondered where you were and why you weren’t already dead or in some kind of torture chamber.

“The sheriff…” you started and she sighed.

“I’m sorry ‘bout my son’s manners.” she said and you looked at her with pure horror. You were in the devil’s lair.

“My friends…” you whispered again.

“I’m sorry for them, sweet pea.” she replied and you started to silently cry.

“Don’t cry, it’d upset Tommy” she said as she pressed a handkerchief on your face so it wouldn’t be stained by your tears.

“Tommy?” you asked and she nodded and smiled.

“He said you’ve been very kind to him” she said “thank ya for that” she added and you understood she was talking about the “cute” giant.

As if he had heard his name - which he probably had - he appeared in the room. He didn’t dare to look at you but he subtly checked on you.

The woman stood up and left the two of you alone.

Thomas was feeling too ashamed and upset about the situation because he knew he could have hoped for something better, and he was about to leave as well but you softly whispered his name and he turned back to you in surprise.

You weren’t going to die here, you promised yourself and you hoped your giant would help you.

“Don’t let him hurt me, please” you said as you reached for Thomas’ hand.

He was so unused to being touched, that he didn’t react at first. But soon enough he was kneeling in front of you and keeping your hand in his.

He thought of all the blood his hands were usually drawing out of people, so it was pleasant to use them in a gentle manner… Even if he still believed he didn’t deserve to be so close to an angel like you.

Thomas had never been treated that way before, and he was falling in love very fast and very hard with you.

He nodded. Of course he wasn’t going to let anything happen to the only person who smiled at him the way you did earlier.

You faintly smiled this time and you didn’t know if you could push your luck.

“Would you let me go?” you asked him and you instantly saw the conflict and the pain flashing into his pretty brown eyes. Your instinct of survival thought of something else.

“I mean, you could hide me somewhere? You must know an abandoned place around. I’m too weak to run away from you anyways” you tried to smoothly talk to him. “I’m sure you would take a great care of me” you continued and it was working a lot more than you thought.

The man loved the idea of having you all to himself and being able to take care of you.

He finally nodded and your eyes lit up. He loved the look of that as well.

He sent a quick glance at the clock and he knew he didn’t have much time to get you out of the house. He knew Hoyt was going to be very angry at him, but it was totally worth it.

He scooped you up into his arms and you cuddled closer, feeling safe against him, no matter how precarious your situation was.

Thomas’ heart was melting.

He very carefully got you out of the house from the back door and walked with assurance into the garden, before moving through a little alley on the left.

You were now hidden behind trees, cars and little cabins.

You had no idea where you were going, but something inside of you trusted Thomas.

You soon enough arrived in front of an abandoned house. The inside was a mess, but when Thomas climbed downstairs, into the basement, you discovered a nice little place, quite dusty and with old child drawings laying on the ground.

You understood that it probably was his secret haven when he was a child.

“You aren’t going to kill me because I asked you out?” you finally wondered out and Thomas didn’t look at you. He was madly blushing under his mask. He simply nodded.

You softly pressed a kiss on his chin, on both his mask and skin, and he blushed even more if that was possible.

You were definitely too cute to die.

And he was definitely too in love with you to let you go.

PART II

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trashx100000 · 2 years

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MY FRIEND KURT

a miserable attempt at writing 101

IDK if this is any good, this is my first attempt at writing anything down what I'm thinking :'')

Getting a ride, the passenger tells him they recognize him from his channel (but only his older stuff). stopped watching for a while cus of work, school and private stress

passenger majors in graphic design and Communication and Media Studies

wanted to get a Spree ride to an arts supply store

start talking about merchandise, websites, social media and social media marketing

offering to help him design his merch

almost grabbing a bottle of water, kurt abruptly stopping the car (a bird flew too close to the windshield or the sun being in his eyes), telling them it’s probably old and to just put it back, awkwardly laughing and continuing driving

kurt asks them if they could follow his account, so they can dm

snorting, telling him they already follow him, but they send a quick message so that he appears at the top of their dm list and to not forget

“cool, cool, that’s cool”

kurt wanting to stream their art haul but having to actually work

sighing miserably, damn it, here goes a perfect vlog moment

“Maybe we could do another one together sometime?”

“Like an actual vlog, man? Awesome! I could toootally get views from all the artsy folk!”

Delivering them to where they actually wanted to go without a scratch

giddy ranting and saying goodbye for almost ten minutes

texting them nonstop after work, giggling and kicking his feet in his dirty, smelly bed

"IT'S NOTHING MOOOOOM STAY OUTTA MY ROOOOOM DON'T RUIN MY TOTAL GIRLBOSS MOMENT!!! my bestest friend is gonna think i'm a total doofus" >:(

#spree 2020 #slasher x reader #gn reader #slasher x gn reader #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x gn!reader #fic idea #kurt kunkle fic #fluff #reader is gender neutral #reader is referred as the passenger #idk man this is horrendous #but also ... i like #i'm 19 year old and i have no idea of any sort of social-media lingo it's pathetic #or any kind of metaphors #i am losing

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hooman4ever · 1 year

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Bo x GN Reader “Leaving Tonight”

I was bored while working on some HCs so have this very short angst.

“I’m leaving tonight.”

Rain shook the windows. Thunder shaking the home of the Sinclairs.

“I’ll be gone in the morning.”

Darkness filled Bo’s room, his hands tangled together elbows resting on his knees. A clock ticking filled the darkness, each tick making Bo’s heart speed up. His worried eyes flickered across the empty dresser drawers lining the floor of his room.

You were gone.

Gone…

Angry Bo shouted his screams of anger shaking the home. Tears streamed down his face as his voice broke, anger being replaced by grief without his permission.

“Why should I care? I think we know ya will be crawling back home long before that sun rises.”

He had rolled over that night ignoring the fading footsteps and sobs as you fled from him.

Shoulda stopped em. He thought over and over his tears staining the sheets below him.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x male reader #bo sinclair x female reader #bo sinclair x gn reader #bo sinclair x #bo sinclair angst #slasher #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher x male reader #slasher x female reader #slasher x gn reader #slasher x

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slasherbish · 1 year

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A cold night (Art the clown x GN reader)

warnings: blood, gore, art being art

Art had a fun filled night of torturing and killing people. The cold air was crisp and had the tang of iron in it. Just how he liked it. After a while of playing with the bodies and having a good silent laugh, Art decided to pull out the small pocket watch that a special someone had gotten him last Halloween. He looked at the time and frowned slightly. It was well past 2 am, the clown hadn’t meant to stay out that late and knew that his darling would be worried, and dinner would be cold. Their cooking was always pleasant after a long night of ghoulish fun.

Tossing his tools of terror into his large black garbage bag he walked to the nearest exit. Waving goodbye to the dead bodies strewn about the room, Art tried to open the door. The monochrome clown frowned as it only opened a few inches before making a thud and stopping. It refused to open any further, at this point he decided to look down. There, at the foot of the door was the head of a victim still attached to it’s body. He rolled his eyes and silently huffed, kicking the limp body out of the way harshly. It angered him slightly that even in death the human was being a pain in his ass.

Meanwhile at the small house Art shared with his other half something terrible was happening. A knock was heard at the back door, (y/n) ran to the door excitedly hoping for it to be their favorite clown. Upon opening the door they saw no one. They raised a curious brow thinking that Art must be playing one of his pranks. “Art come on, it's too late and cold for pranks” They whined, stepping out onto the back patio, their bare feet uncomfortable from the icy cold ground. Shivering the person looked around, every second that passed filled them with more and more unease. Art wouldn’t have waited this long to pounce. Something wasn’t right.

“Well well well good lookin’ “ A deep voice said from behind. Art’s favorite human spun around and started to scream. That blood curdling scream was cut off by the man stabbing them in the stomach. (Y/n) looked down at the sharp object lodged in their abdomen and then up at their assailant. The creep smiled a devilish smile at the pain he had inflicted. “You fucked up” Is all (y/n) sputtered out before dashing into the house. Knowing it was a horrible idea they took the knife from their abdomen and slashed at the man that was now giving chase. The knife slipped from their hand due to the amount of blood on the handle. The creep chuckled thinking that he had the upper hand. Art’s partner in crime grabbed at the counter they were leaning against and swung whatever they picked up. It was a meat tenderizer and it made contact with the intruder's head. There was a sickening thud and then “son of a bitch” before the man turned to run, it had freaked him out. His victim should’ve been dead by now, the strength of that hit wasn’t normal. This person wasn’t worth the literal headache. (Y/n)slumped to the floor, holding their wound as their vision started to go dark. ‘Art where are you’ was their last thought before the world went black.

Back with Art on his way home. He was smiling and walked at a leisurely pace. He wanted to get home but he was also feeling almost euphoric after the night he had. ‘Nothing can ruin this night’ He thought. The killer couldn’t wait to get home and tell his significant other every gory detail of the night. He had decided to take a small detour in order to scare the shit out of young kids. He tapped on at least four kids' windows to wake them before popping up and then silently laughing at the terrified kids' faces. He loved watching people be scared of him, except his (y/n) of course.

Finally he could see the house. It didn’t surprise him that the light in the kitchen window was on. (Y/n) often left it on for him, it was a sweet little gesture that showed him they cared. He unlocked the shed that sit on the side of the house and put away his tools and garbage bag. Arts human had given him the shed to use for any “projects” he had and to store his torture tools. Humming silently he locked the shed door and skipped to the back door. He stopped in his tracks, the clowns blood ran cold upon seeing a bloody trail into their home. No smile could be found on the usually jovial clown's face. Art ran into the house following the trail until it stopped. There on the cold floor in front of him was a deep crimson puddle of blood, and in the middle of it sat the limp body of (y/n). For the first time he was scared, his jaw fell open in shock. Were they dead? He thought, kneeling down to his lovers body. ‘No they’re breathing. Not dead’ ran through his head as he looked at their chest.

The clown didn’t know much about medical stuff but he had watched his human tend to wounds on him many times. After some time he had cleaned, stitched, and wrapped every wound. His pale hand held theirs hoping beyond hope that they would open their eyes. What he wouldn’t give to see those (e/c) eyes look up at him once more. His blood was both boiling due to whoever dared hurt his partner but also felt like ice at the fear of losing the one person that accepted him as he was.

(e/c) eyes fluttered open, the first thing they saw was a frowning clown deep in thought. “Hey there killer” they had croaked out. The smile that appeared on the clowns face was the largest he’d ever smiled. He dragged (y/n) into a bear hug only letting go when they squeaked in pain. “He got away. I’m sorry but I did hit him in the head with the mallet.”

His eyes widened a little hoping for more information. “There’s blood on it.” (y/n) said knowing he could track the intruder with that. He gave a look that said ‘Can I go after them’ and of course they replied with a smile and “Go have fun. I’ll be okay now” with that Art had grabbed the mallet and sprinted out the door. He was going to make the man pay in unimaginable ways.

It didn’t take long for the black and white clown to hunt down his target. He stood smiling at the large man. The creep spit on the ground rubbing his aching head. “What the fuck you lookin at clown bitch?” He yelled. Art held up the mallet with the targets blood on it. He laughed, “Was that your kill? Too fuckin bad” That made the clowns face contort into a snarl. “Oh that was your bitch! Ha what a lousy bitch.” That was the wrong thing to say. Before the man had time to say oops the killer clown had broken his knees with the mallet. Silently Art laughed at the look of shock and pain on the monsters face. He continued to fit and kick the man over and over for at least an hour until the man was nothing but a bloody pulp. Art doubted that anyone could identify the man who hurt his partner without a DNA match.

Art made his way home again, this time his smile would stay. He carried (y/n) up to their shared room and tucked them into bed. They smiled and chuckled at Art pantomiming his way through what he had done that night. (Y/n) loved watching the clown tell them about his day. The pain had dulled with the help of hospital grade painkillers that they had stolen a while back. Once Art had told them everything, he went to shower and change into a footed onesie that (y/n) had custom made to look a lot like his clown suit. He hopped into bed and held his human. He had a twinge of fear in the pit of his stomach that something like this could happen again. They noticed the small look of fear that had crept into his eyes. “Hey it’s okay. I’ll be more cautious next time. Maybe we could come up with a special knock�� They reassured him. His eyes calmed and he snuggled closer if possible. “I love you Art” (y/n) said before the two drifted off to sleep.

Post credit scene lol

Art did not clean up any blood in the house. That clown left it all for you to clean up once you could. When you did finally make your way down a few days later you groaned loudly at the mess. Art smiled at you sheepishly.

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slasherlouvre · 2 years

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This is yet again the lingerie + thigh highs anon to sheepishly provide some spicy sweetness.

But like, thigh highs make me a little, internally unhinged. Just picturing a guy all shy, a little small smile on his face as you trace the junction that's between the thigh and the sock. Fingers slightly sliding inside them and softly pulling, making them snap against his thigh. He gasps, startled and you can't help but gush about him, telling him how pretty and dolled up he's for you. Peppering his face with small kisses and touches.

Feel free to picture Vincent in here.

Well, hello again!!~

We're gonna turn that sheepishness into unapologetic LUSTING, don't you worry, anon 😤 ! ! !

Honestly, I can't decide whether I want Vincent or Lester more like this & my thoughts kind of ran away from me, so uh,,- *ⁿˢᶠʷ/ᵗ⁻ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ⁻ᵗʰᵉ⁻ᶜᵘᵗ*

Trying out Lingerie with Vincent & Les 🥴

Vincent honestly looks unfairly good in everything, but: the garter belt-thigh high combo?? *passes out*

- This man is so alluringly beautiful even with his hair greasy, and his usual comfortable, baggy clothes covered in dried wax.

- So having him present himself to you in nothing but a pair of tight thigh highs, lacy underwear, and a garter belt to strap it all together?? You're going to have to make doubly sure you didn't just die and ascend.

- He's a little self conscious and unsure about it all at first, but seeing you look at him with an awestruck expression, like perfection- like art. Yeah, he's never getting over that.

- Lots of foreplay with this particular lingerie style.

- The delicate lace patterns accenting his skin, the straps gripping his wide hips and toned waist tightly, the thigh highs highlighting his obvious strength, and the underwear showing off his thick bulge.

- To not worship him until he becomes like melted wax in your adoring hands would be an unforgivable sin.

- He's tense at first; letting you sit him down on the edge of the bed as you kneel in front of him and run your hands against his thighs. Your thumbs making soothing circular motions as you get comfortable between his strong legs.

- His skin is burning and his heart is racing when you languidly begin to press your lips against his exposed skin and the lingerie offering him to you so lovelily.

- His hands desperately tighten around the sheets under him; hoarse groans uncontrollably spilling from what's left of his vocal cords as you declare the extent of your adoration for him in between devout, wet kisses.

- And as overwhelming as it is to feel you grope and kiss him over the taut lingerie now straining against his fully throbbing erection, unhooking the garter belt, and teasingly snapping the top of the thigh highs has him instantly hissing and keening as he unexpectedly releases.

- He's SO ashamed about making a mess with the lingerie still on, that you easily overpower him; feverishly slipping your tongue in his mouth, and flattening him against the mattress to torturously grind against him.

- He barely registers when your hands run down to blindly fumble with the rest of the enticing fabric; still too lightheaded from his initial orgasm until another powerful spike of arousal courses through him when you align him with your entrance and take him into you as far as he'll go.

- Please have mercy on his poor heart after it all! Ease him down from such an intense high by running your hands through his hair; massaging his scalp, and gratefully kissing his forehead until you both fall asleep in each other's arms.

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Ok, ok, hear me out. For Lester: G strings

- Your sweetheart of a roadkill driver is SO embarrassed; flushed completely red in the face, ears, and neck.

- He places his hands over his face; covering up his unfairly cute expression, while keeping his eyes on you from in between his fingers.

- His back is against the bed's headboard, and his legs are partially pulled up in a bashful manner at the new way he exposes himself to you.

- Eventually, you'll be able to get him to try on more styles for you. He'll definitely look sexy in thigh highs, but for now you take it slow; wanting to ease him into something simple like underwear first.

- He's not entirely sure he'd call these underwear considering how little they actually cover,,,

- Especially with his sensitive erection now straining against the thin lacy fabric and threatening to slip out all on its own

- How is this so much more embarrassing than being completely naked for you??

- His breath hitches when you crawl over to him; gently spreading his knees to completely drink him in. The G string bands look incredible on his hips, and he endearingly shies under your intense admiration.

- He doesn't even realize he's holding his breath when you begin to delicately trace them until you slip a finger underneath one and let it slap against his skin, earning you a startled moan.

- He inevitably cums early with the G string still on with how quickly you're able to overstimulate him with the unfamiliar arousal rooted in his shyness.

- Cumming early makes him even more embarrassed, but he gives you those pretty, needy whines of his when you begin to affectionately nip and suck at his neck to reassure him he doesn't need to hold back.

- There's all the time in the world to indulge in each other, after all.

- If you really, want to have this man a trembling, ruined mess for you- pull the front of the G string to the side, and ride him without taking it off.

- His choked up moans quickly turn into full on cries of pleasure as tears begin to form in his eyes and he writhes beneath you; his hands unable to decide whether to grab at your hips, or hide his now tear-stained face.

- He'll never be able to admit it out loud, but PLEASE tell him how pretty, handsome, and sexy he is!! He's WEAK for your praise, and he more than deserves it!!

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donovan-writes · 11 months

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There’s not enough asa emory fanfics and I’m thinking I need to fix that wink wonk

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brwnicons · 2 years

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Tilo, if I can tempt you just a bit, what do think about this idea: Jesse and Asa with their spouse who can manipulate people and things with their mind? Like telekinesis but more distructive and dangerous

☆ Totally tempted with your requests! As always, seeing you around brings a smile to my face <3 ☆

-> Summary: Jesse x Asa x GN!Reader with telekinesis.

I think Reader's gender is not specified. Romantic, Poly relationship.

-> Warnings / Triggers: Mentions of killing, torture, sexual innuendos (everything is SFW). Nothing is too explicit but, howhever, I recommend you not reading it if you're sensible.

Please, tell me if you find any mistake!

▪︎They both sure know how to appreciate a rare specimen

▪︎They LOVE to see you in action. The way your eyes turn blank and your voice commanding as your victim's face pales and starts trembling. They're literally head over heels within a second.

▪︎Jesse is really turned on with it, he begs you to use it on him (please, DON'T). This man has hundreds of kinks and by not doing one of them he's not going to die I promise you. Not in the mood for writing explicit stuff right now, sorry!

▪︎Asa, on the other hand, just needs a second to put a knife on your throat and grunt a low "Don't you fucking dare" in your ear if you mention the mind controlling him thing.

▪︎If you're fine with killing they'll be more than happy to bring you with them, enjoying every one of your tactics. You help them and they can watch you work, it's a win-win deal.

-> Helping Asa

▪︎Asa loves bringing you to his night plans, whether it's catching his new pet or torturing the ones he already has.

▪︎This way you can help also him try his new traps

▪︎The fact that you can order the unwanted ones to kill themselves in the most macabre ways and they will always obey.

▪︎And how you can make them scream and beg for their life between whimpers without even laying a finger on them

▪︎Or how you will always defend him, no matter if you need to throw knives directly to his enemy's head or just taking them into the air and choke them to die while they swing their legs for nothing.

▪︎It always has him smirking under his mask as he watches every show with bright eyes.

-> Helping Jesse

▪︎It's hard to convince Jesse to bring you to his job, but if you insist for weeks he'll end up accepting.

▪︎He prefers to have you in the back, watching, so you don't get hurt by accident.

▪︎In the killing part he is more reluctant to your presence but, in the chasing part, he adores your help

▪︎The way you can grab people using your power and drag them to you as if they're tied to an invisible string. Marvelous.

▪︎But, please, leave the killing part to him. As much as he loves your work he does enjoy having his fun too.

-> Saving their asses

▪︎It wouldn't be the first time you save their asses from the police.

▪︎Whenever a police detective is close to their hideout or to their identity, you are quick to remove both their memories and their existence.

▪︎On one ocassion, Jesse made some mistakes with a victim due to his urgency and the person ended up escaping. They reached the nearest police station and, because of the help of judges and the international police, they became an untouchable and unapproachable person.

Jesse's identity and life were in danger but, as soon as he told Asa and you, you headed to where the victim resided with fierce eyes.

It didn't take much to kill every cop around and make a nightmare out of everyone's life around. Then, you ordered the victim to follow you and so you gave them to Asa without hesitation. He surely would have fun with them.

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ghostly-clown · 2 years

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Hiii! I love your writing, and I just read your Headcannos if the slasher liked a guy.

I was wondering if you could do the same, but with someone who uses it/it's pronouns, and is Agender? Thank you so much. And if you're not comfortable using it/it's pronouns, you can use they/them.

And preferably with Jason, Michael, Brahms, and Thomas. (I'm not sure if you write for Tommy)

You're also more than welcome to add anyone else.

Have a great day/night <33

Vry cute idea that I am more than happy to write for <3

Includes:

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewett, Corry Cunningham, Bo Sinclair

Jason Voorhees

- He a little confused at first (he lives in the woods alone so...)

- Sees other people call you it or they and eventually is just like 'huh, guess that's what they are'

- It really dosnt bother him though, he just thinks it's interesting

- Dosnt talk so pronouns are easy

- He kind of likes the idea of not really falling under a specific label and just seeing you being a person

- Very sweet with u, not much would change from a normal relationship

Michael Myers

- he gets called 'it' alot so he's a little surprised that someone would choose to be called that

- This will also make him the shalsher who understands how you feel the most in terms of not really being a man or a woman

- He would do his regular stalking thing, he dosnt know how to people very well

- Only after a while will he realise he's stalking you cause he's got a crush

- I think he would also feel like you understand him more by using it/it's pronouns

- Loves you vry much and would Slaughter anyone to miss gender you >:(

Brahms Heelshire

- Learnt you use non-binary pronouns when you jokingly told the doll

- He lives in the walls so like Jason he dosnt know that people can identify as something other than man or women

- His curiosity is peaked and that's what will eventually lead to catching feelings

- After coming out he will ask you alot of questions, none of them are ment to be rude he simply wants to understand

- In the end he would love u relentlessly as the touch starved bb he is

Thomas Hewitt

- He has a vague idea on non-binary people and it's only from what Hoyt has said

- Then he meets you and your so sweet and kind nothing like Hoyt said

- He would take you to his cellar but never dare hurt you

- He's just trying to keep you away from Hoyt, for obvious reasons

- He would be very sweet and to make up for the harsh meeting he's gonna do his best to comfort you as much as possible

Corry Cunningham

- Probably the only slasher to actuly know what they/them it/it's pronouns are

- And he complete respects all pronouns no matter the person

- He will however check with you constantly to make sure he is using the right pronouns

- His blood would BOIL if anyone used the wrong pronouns on purpose

- But that person won't be a problem for long and after hes done he'll try his best to comfort you

Bo Sinclair

- He's heard of people using other pronouns but he isn't well educated in it

- Unfortunately he will make many mistakes but as long as you point it out he'll fix it

- He just wants you to be happy so he'll actually do some re-search into what it means to be non-binary

- The more he learns the more his respect grows

- After that he's never made a mistake and is very proud of his genderless partner

I hope I did this ask justice!

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thrasher-slashers · 1 year

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i have a small headcanon since im shorty no kidding im 5'3 how the slasher will react to an s/o who the same height ?

Ooo first request let’s go!!!

I’m just gonna do my main boys if you don’t mind :>

Bo Sinclair

He teases you A L O T, thinks it’s cute

He may pick you up?

Like hoist you over his shoulder and walk around, he likes the height difference!

Kisses your forehead, yes.

“Darlin, your the size of a damn muskrat, and Yer talkin’ to me like that?”

Still will get mad at anyone else for commenting on your height, only he’s allowed to do that.

Vincent Sinclair

Not the one to pick you up, only if you want him to of course.

Unlike his twin, he doesn’t tease you that much!

He will bend down to kiss you on the lips, he just feels it’s more intimate…

Thinks it’s cute when you pull him down for a kiss or hug.

“My love, your as beautiful as they come.”

Also will get irritated if anyone comments on your height, maybe not as much at Bo, but he’ll still get mad.

Lester Sinclair

Your pocket sized!!!

Thinks your adorable -

There’s a chance he might try to pick you up- it’s mostly for hugs though, you ain’t that much shorter then him!

Definitely will tease you every now and then, but there’s no malice behind it! If you ask him to stop he will :)

“Sugar! Get down from there! You’re gonna get hurt!” You, climbing on the counters to get chips

Again, only he’s aloud to tease you about your height, will throw something at Bo if he says something.

Thomas Hewitt

Thinks your fake a first, you are… Itty bitty…

Very gentle with you, afraid he’s gonna break you! Of course, your not as fragile as he thinks you are ^^’

Definitely will pick you up for a hug

Doesn’t have a teasing bone in his body, will treat you like royalty!

*huffs at you climbing the counters to reach something* he doesn’t want you to fall and get hurt!

Pummels Hoyt if he says anything, doesn’t have to worry about his momma, she likes you! Glares at Monty if he shares his opinions on your height.

Bubba Sawyer

Lord have merthy, this man might suffocate you! With affection of course!

Forgets his own strength, and also forgets how small you are… what I’m saying is, cuddles need a safe word.

Forehead kisses!!!

Wont tease you, but sometimes it feels like he is :’)

He squeals everytime you try and get something up high! He can reach it for you, what are you doing???

Doesn’t really pick up on his brothers teasing you, but if it bothers you, he will do something about it! Can’t have his s/o feeling bad, can we?

Jason Voorhees

Oh my god. Smol.

He will pack you around, don’t even have to ask, your in his sight at all times, very protective.

Loves when you have to jump up to him to kiss him, he will commit even worse crimes then he already has to keep you safe.

Has moved everything in the cabin down a level so you don’t hurt yourself climbing… what a sweetheart!

Mumbles how lucky he is to have you when you cuddle, he doesn’t talk much, so he means what he says.

There isn’t really anyone around to tease you, however if he sees someone bothering you, he won’t hesitate bitch.

Michael Meyers

Another one who thinks your fake, you are… small.

Definitely picks you up once your close enough, surprised at how light you are.

Stole a ladder stool for you… look at him being nice!

Teases you in silence… will watch you from afar trying to reach something without helping… sometimes he just walks away… what a jerk.

Stalks you, so anyone who gives you trouble is on the news the next morning :)

Alright! There we go!! Ik these are shorter! But I enjoyed writing them!!! If there’s any other slashers you’d like to see lmk!!!

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slashersidewhore · 10 months

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Slashers! First meeting their S/O

Slashers! x gn!reader

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

Requested? Yes

Warnings: beefy murder boyfriends, fluffy shit, pre-relationship stuff, love at first sight, mentions of murder/gore/malicious intentions, violence

Michael Myers

It was Halloween night, dark eyes through holes in a white, cast of a mask staring through the second story window of an old, decrepit house

A young boy skipping by as in a blue, capped superhero, an older couple strolling on the opposite street, arm in arm minding their own in the breezy night

Eyes cast downward as the sharp ring of a doorbell shot through the old bones of the house, glint of a butchers knife tight in the grasp of the man know silently making his way through the upper hall

“Are we even supposed to be going in here?”

“Who cares, it’s tradition to check out the Myers mansion, relax”

“I don’t know, this feels wrong..”

Listening to what seemed to be two young adult, the shrill voice of one of them almost instantly striking the silent man with a headache

Michael watched from the shadows as the pair came into view, the louder of the two wearing her hair in tight pigtails, a cheerleader outfit splattered with what was obviously fake blood, a bad attempt at a murder victim

Ready to lumber from the darkness and strike down on the intruders, the man was struck to the spot he stood as you came into view, wearing another poorly, and clearly last minute, thrown on pirate costume

You were what he imagined when the perfect kill was dreamt, your face burned into his as your pictured screams of fear and pain died as did your fighting spirit, the knife once again tightened in his grip, knuckles turning a pale white, veins pulsing beneath taut skin

He wanted, no, needed to kill you

Even the thought alone send a bold chill of excitement through the otherwise lifeless body of his

“You know what would be so funny-“

The girl in pigtails spoke as she flipped around the corner, the voice shrinking in her throat quickly morphing in a scream of terror as she bumped into the large, awaiting body of the infamous Michael Myers

Although her scream was also short lived as a rough hand was immediately around her throat, lifting her from her feet and slamming her back into the adjacent wall breath knocked from her body at the impact

His other hand rose, moonlight catching the long, silver blade as it was plunged deep into her stomach, twisting, turning as her throat gave up on its scream, another shriek caused the killers head to twist like an owl

There you stood, frozen in place with hands partly covering your mouth, eyes wide, not shaking, not running, just watching as the man before you brutalized your friend

But as your eyes caught each others in the dimly lit hallway, Michaels grasp on the now corpse released, body hitting the floor with a dull thud he didnt bother to pull the knife from its placed nestled between dead flesh, not even glancing down at it

Your hands slowly fell from your face, still not shaking, but clearly stressed with sweat as you wiped your hands on the fabric covering your thighs

“I’m, sorry for breaking in”

Your voice was soft, careful but not disingenuous, Michael didn’t know how to react, unable to look away or even move

His head tilted to the left, mask bunching at the bottom, he turned on his heel and made his exit through the rickety wooden door leading to the backyard, leaving the body, knife, and you alone in the corridor

As his walk through the brisk night air flooded under the neck of his mask, the killer could feel his normally emotionless face scrunch with confusion

If hearing you scream in fear wasn’t what he thought he wanted from you, then what did he want from you?

He would have to investigate this sudden curiosity closely

Jason Voorhees

Jason was tirelessly indulging the day by sitting on the end of his cabins patio, watching the slow turn of various wild animals go by

There weren’t any campers to keep him busy, nor screams and boisterous laughter of teens trying to get their rocks off on the property, just the hum of June bugs and trees swaying beneath the gentle breeze of warm weather

That was until a shrill yelp drilled into Jason’s eardrums, bothered by the distraction from his day of calm, the man stood with shoulders squared, grabbing the awaiting machete perched against one of the patios wooden posts

Marching through the dense woods, his boots crushed leaves as he made he way to the noise from minutes earlier, hoping whoever it was was far gone

“Oh my god”

Of course they weren’t though, of course whoever this was decided to stupidly wander onto private property, clearly posted in writing on multiple trees and wire fences

Although Jason hesitated when he heard something he’d never had the pleasure of catching

“You poor thing, here I am breaking the law because of you”

Peeking from behind the thick trunk of a large oak, Jason was surprised to see a stranger kneeling in the dirt, fingers and palms cut up with minor wounds as they attempted to unwind a helpless rabbit that seemed to have gotten itself rolled in loose barbed wire

Not minding to worry about yourself, you winced as another barb caught your finger, slicing the thin flesh there as the rabbit was freed, trotting away without a care in the world

“Okay, now which way did I come in from?”

You wondered aloud, turning on your heel to go back the direction you think you came from, hoping in get back on the hiking trail you’d left behind

Jason merely watched with confusion, no malice or really any thought behind his eyes other than the urge to, protect you, from what he wasn’t sure

But he knew for certain, you weren’t someone he’d be able to forget

Thomas Hewitt

Let’s get one thing straight, Thomas doesn’t enjoy killing, him and his family was forced into it by Hoyt and his insatiable urge to feed and “care” for everyone

Most victims were easy to kill, treating him like a monster, screaming in his face curses and insults as they went out

Others he had a harder time with, the ones that just cry, plead with him for their life, promise they won’t tell the police if he lets them go

That being said, he’s never failed to kill, not once since he’s begun

That is until one summer day, when a knock at the door caught Luda Mae by surprise, wiping her wet hands on a dish towel and headed to the front door

Eyes narrowed, the older woman opened the door to reveal a young adult, you, standing there with a shy smile gracing your features, you held a pair of car keys in one hand, the other free to reach up and rub nervously at the back of your neck

“I’m sorry to bother you and, whoever else is home, but my car broke down a mile out, and I’m unable to reach anyone on my cell”

Luda Maes confusion turned to soft pity, a reserved grin taking over her lips as she moved to the left, a hand beckoning you in

“Well dear, there’s a phone in the kitchen, if you’d like I can call the towns auto shop while you wait in the living room”

Although still shaken from being practically dropped in the middle of nowhere Texas, you made your way graciously inside, thanking the woman with kind praise as you did so

Taking a seat on one of the two sofas available, your ankles crossed as you stared down at one of the keychains dangling from your car keys

You could hear the woman in the kitchen shuffling around, although you weren’t sure if you could hear anyone speaking to anyone on the phone

Curious, you slowly stood, palms sweaty as you now took a few steps from the living room, now able to hear Luda Mae speaking on the low to someone, then the sound of a corded phone clicking into its place on the wall

Heart slowing as you realized you were just being paranoid, you quickly turned on your heel to find your way back to the couch, although your trip was cut short by your feet crossing over one another, about to fall on your face when a two large hands steadied your shoulder

Gazing up, your breath caught in your throat at the absolute behemoth of a man now standing before you, a leather mask covering the bottom half of his face, thick brows furrowing as you simply continued to stare with wonder up at him

“Thank you”

Was all you could manage, voice catching as you realized your body was practically pressed up against his

“There you are dear, oh look I see you’ve met my youngest boy Tommy”

Luda Mae spoke as she entered the room, knowing look on her face as she coyly added fuel to the current fire

Pulling yourself up right and out of Thomas’ grasp, your hot face was focused on the older woman in hopes the man wouldn’t notice your sudden fluster

“Unfortunately our only truck is out with my other son, so I was thinking my boy here could be so kind as to walk you to the auto shop, you’ll be safe with him, promise”

You didn’t notice the way Thomas’ eyes followed you, too focused on thinking about being alone with a man as attractive as the one quietly standing beside you

“You’re not worried are you?”

Luda seemed to test you, but it went right over your head as you shook your head no

“He seems very reliable”

You smiled up at Thomas, unable to catch the skip in his chest as you did so

Luda Mae could only grin at the sight, ready to call up Hoyt and tell him to leave this stranger alone, as she could see a future blooming before her eyes

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wasn’t one to leave his studio unless absolutely necessary, and even in those cases he didn’t, it wasn’t pleasant for the man

Until Bo brought home a guest, someone shaking and blindfolded as he manhandled the poor soul, although the stranger wasn’t screaming nor fighting, it was as if they’d completely given up, or knew it wouldn’t help

Vincent watched silently as his brother forced you to the ground, your knees surely hurting as they made contact with the hard, concrete floor

“Do you know what happens to people that wander where they don’t belong?”

Bo questioned menacingly, although he had a playful glint in his eye Vincent had never seen before

Silently creeping up behind his twin, the long haired man narrowed his eyes as he scanned what he could see in the dim, candle lit room of your face

The obvious old, dried tears that had found their way down your cheeks were still shining, creating lines over your soft skin

You looked to be carved of marble, painted with delicate strokes and framed with care, you were a work of art, and he hadn’t even seen your eyes yet

Placing a deft hand on Bo’s shoulder, the two exchanged looks, the shorter haired twin groaning in annoyance, although that look from before was still in his eye

Right as he was turning to take his leave, he leaned closer to Vincent, whispering to him as he passed

“I took one glance and knew you’d like them, guess I was right”

Then he was gone, foot steps disappearing as he left up the basement stairway

Vincent cautiously walked closer to you, noticing how you flinched back a bit when he made a move to pull your blindfold up, doing it slowly as to not startle you

Your watery eyes fell on his masked face, brows furrowing slightly as you glanced around the room

Vincent’s mouth soured at the idea that you were looking for Bo, of course you would be, what new comer in town wasn’t, until

“Is that man from before gone?”

You’d whispered, and if your sweet voice didn’t send Vincent into a flutter of strange emotions, your next words at the nod of, “yes”, Vincent gave you did

“Good, he scares me”

He merely nodded, unsure of how to act

“Is he going to come back?”

Vincent shrugged

Your shifted so you were sitting, wincing at the ache in your legs, eyes nervous but no longer afraid, you looked to the silent man before you

“Will you, stay here if he comes back?”

Vincent had never been so quick to nod a, “yes”

Sorry I’ve been gone for so long, but I’m back now! I’m working on what is currently in my requests but feel free to send in more!

^ me returning after being inactive for 6 months

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cherryc1nnam0n · 1 year

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Separation anxiety | Brahms Heelshire x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Ever since Brahms revealed himself he can't stand being far from you, specifically, out of you...

Cw: Anxiety, separation anxiety, trust issues, abandonment issues, nsfw, smut, vaginal sex, self indulgence, mentions of pregnancy

From morning to night, Brahms had to be inside you, all day if it was possible

He had a huge sex drive, one that was almost insatiable and he needed you all the time, needed that tight pussy around his cock, he needed to be balls deep in you 24/7

It was the only way he felt close to you, like he belonged somewhere and that he was loved

So, whenever he had the chance, he would fit his cock inside you

For a man that's lived in walls for years, you didn't expect him to have such a huge and magnificent cock, it was huge, uncut and fat

Many mornings you woke up to him burying his dick inside you, making you moan and whine from just waking up "Brahms... It's too early" you would whine at him

But he would look into your eyes, pleading you "Please Y/n... I need it... I need to feel you, to be inside you..."

So he would fuck you until you whined and pushed him off, or he would sit inside you for as long as he wanted to, or until he eventually fucked you

It didn't matter where, when or how, he would enter you when he wanted

You could be in the kitchen, cooking lunch or washing dishes and he would yank your pants or pajamas down and fuck you right where you were

Reading a book in the living room, he would spread you open and fuck you while you read your book, like nothing was happening

In the shower he would just go in with you and fuck you against the wall

Brahms was insatiable and you knew it, so you got used to never wearing panties around him, just putting on some shorts or pajama bottoms and go about your day, waiting for when he would get a raging boner and would come looking for you to satiate his hunger

"One day you'll get me pregnant Brahmsy and we'll have to raise a baby..." You said mindlessly flipping through a book as he pounded into you from behind on your shared bed

He groaned into your ear, "That's my goal... That way you can't leave me... You'll never leave... You'll have to stay here forever, raising a baby with me..." He said in between heavy breaths and moans

"Mmmmm, who said I was leaving honey?"

He smiled under his mask, pounding you harder now

Eventually he did get you pregnant... What did you expect?

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nothomegal · 7 months

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"Flashing warnings"

Pyramid Head x GN Reader

Summary: you've been with the executioner for quite some time, enough for you to have your own special bond. You were his, and that fact alone was enough for the whole Silent Hill to avoid you, well aware of what they'll find out if they mess around. However, this little rule is unknown for any unfortunate newcomers that get trapped in this cursed town, and today you've met one of these newcomers... One would think, seeing monsters avoiding you like fire should be enough proof to do the same, but... Eh, some people are way too stubborn and blind.

Warnings: typical violence and gore, (Y/N) getting mistreated by meanies >:(

Word count: 2.9k

(Y/N) been sitting on this old matress for quite some time, they've already tried any possible sitting position yet non made the book they're reading more interesting.

Pyramid Head, or how they began to call him, 'Pyra', left to hunt and punish whatever soul putrid enough to get his attention. He's been gone a good amount of hours and they haven't heard a single sound of his in the distance, no metal scraping against the concrete at the distance or any screams of agony from his victim, nothing. How many hours it been? Three? Five? It's tough to tell, specially when this town knows no day/night cycles and it's always foggy. Even though they're not sure how long it been, they can tell it's the longest Pyra's been gone.

They switch into a laying position as they begin to think about what to do now. They could totaly go out and take a walk if they wanted, but they're concerned they'll end up bumping into the people Pyra is hunting. No, they won't get punished but they don't want to witness a literal slaughter neither, and whenever something (literaly anything) dares to interact with (Y/N), the pyramid headed beast seems to go wild of fury.

This is some very serious issolation, but (Y/N) became fine with it and Pyra is not as bad of a company as he initialy was. Feel him close to them, his big palm resting against their body as a reminder that he's there, the random noises that come out his helmet whenever he seems content or wants to get their attention... To be honest, these little things became more than enough at this point, and it's not like they've used to be the most social butterfly anyways. And even if they were... Well, arguing with Pyra is useless, he never budges, and if (Y/N) starts to get unreasonable or the argument goes nowhere, he simply brushes his togue across their face, purpously waiting for the moment their open their mouth. And ta-da! Argument solved since (Y/N) is too shocked and flustered to continue and Pyra simply let's out a deep and amused rumble.

(Y/N) chuckles to themselves at this memory, when it happened the first time the face they made was probably priceless, and the way Pyra allowed them to hide their face in his chest so the shame goes away... Sigh, they hope he returns soon.

The hairs on the back of their neck stood up when they began to hear the sound of numerous people run and hurriedly yellsomething to each other. (Y/N) of course panics a bit, and to avoid any possible interaction with the group of people they sneak into the corner of the room near the door, so if anyone of the group peeks inside they won't notice (Y/N) right away. It also seems like the people are running away from something, something that is not Pyra because of the lack of known bulky footsteps and scraping sounds.

Unfortunately, their little plan went town the drain when the group of around five man bursted through the old door and attempted to close it, while the creature outside of it was desperately slaming itself against the wooden surface. (Y/N) turned completely still as they shrunk in their place, internally hoping that due to the intense moment these people wouln't notice then and would simply brush off their form as some inanimate object.

Unfortunately, one of the men did noticed them.

—"Hey Dave, there's another one hidin' over he-"—

The man couldn't finish the sentence as the creature from the other side managed to burst through the door, throwing the men on the ground in the process. Some of them stumble back, others pull out their weapons and point at the creature, who resulted to be a monster known as ‘Slurper’, take a guess why it's called that. Not the most difficult creature to deal with but definitely the trickiest, it’s very fast and definitely can handle or dodge some shots and hits from the group.

The monster crawls inside of the room, it’s elongated face making some slurping noises as drool and blood drips from its mouth. But the beast suddenly freezes mid-step, and very slowly and subtly turns it’s head towards (Y/N), making the men look at them as well. The monster suddenly lets out a whine, similar to that of a dog, and practically runs away at high speed, completely terrified.

The group stare at the door in shock, their mouth gaping a bit. (Y/N) remains stiff, their knees pressed to their chest as they think what to do now. The answer comes when one of the man, who seems to be the leader, stands up and starts walking towards them, his expression indescifrable, but his gaze definitely holding malice.

So (Y/N) jumps to their feet as fast as they could and make a run through the doorway and down the hallway. They can hear the group yell something as they chase them, their voices angry and irritated, which only motivated them to keep running since it’s now clear that these people weren’t kind at all.

Things turn significantly worse when they get grabbed by the back of their clothes and then tackled down on the floor, the impact was rough and quite painful which made (Y/N) release a pained whine. The man above them grabs a good chunk of their hair and presses their head agains the dirty and cold floor as he looks at them.

—“The fuck was that? How did you do it?!”— he exclaims strictly, his tone demanding.

—“D-Did what?… S-Scaring the- the monster th-thing?”— you nervously reply, your voice a bit shaky. —“I-It’s not really me, it’s the being tha-that ‘owns’ me.”—

(Y/N) knew they sound like they’re crazy, like they’re out of their mind, but it’s the best way they can explain their unusual situation. It is true, the executioner practically owns them, he has the power to claim and to keep them with him, to keep anyone and anything away from something his, to keep them eternally by his side, his and no one else's.

As expected, the man on top of them only scrunched his face with confusion and disgust, definitely thinking that (Y/N) is just another crazy ex-resident of this hellish town.

—“Yeah… Right.”— he slowly says.

—“Mathew, do you still have the tape? Bring it.”—

A clear sound of a duct tape being unwrapped made them shiver, uh-oh, they’re in a big-time problem. They attempt to wiggle out and keep running, but the man above them slams their head agains the floor.

—“Keep it still bitch, we just want to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you.”— he grumbles angrily and slams your head again.

(Y/N) could feel blood start dripping from their nose. Being forced to calm down since these men clearly aren't fooling around and are not afraid to hurt them if they need, they relax and allow another one to tape their wrists together behind their back, as well as their ankles.

—“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, the executioner will not have mercy…”— you comment, not even bothering to elaborate, knowing that these people are dead meat already.

—“Pff, executioner. If you’re of his property, then why were you in that room just chillin’ all by yourself?”— another man asks.

—“Because he can allow himself to do it, and because any smart creature knows to not fuck around me because of what they’ll found out.”— you say, your tone a bit sassier by the end.

—“Any smart creature, huh?”— the man that was on top of you suddenly grabs you by the throat. —“In my understanding, a smart creature will learn to shut the fuck up, I could easily cut your tongue off right now if I wanted but not sure if that will affect whatever effect you have on the monsters, so I'll give you one last chance to remain quiet, understood? You farm animal.”—

The grip on (Y/N)‘s throat was tight and it was hard to breathe, the male’s eyes were dark and cold, no hesitation in them as he said these threats, definetely not the first time he makes them. Believing his words, (Y/N) nods hurriedly as the lack of oxygen began to affect them. The man grins and let go of them roughly, basically throwing their body on the floor.

—“Aight, who’s going to carry their ass?”—

The men discuss for a short moment, until agreeing that the biggest one of them should do it. Ones everything was sorted out and (Y/N) was being manhandled in his grasp, the group resumed their walking.

The men were shocked, some of them even got smug, at the way the creatures avoided them now. What’s that? A monster does have guts to attack? A single sound or movement from (Y/N) was enough to set the creature from fight into flight. Each time something run away, the men would laugh and cackle loudly, clearly feeling like they've beat the system and are some sort of untouchable beings.

Silly bastards, they don’t know what awaits them.

It’s unclear how long they’ve been roaming around, but it was long enough for the group to get lost, again, and decide to take a rest. The man carrying (Y/N) carelessly (throws) puts them on the ground, face first, as the rest settle down as well. Non of the five bothered to talk or acknowledge (Y/N), though sometimes they would throw some random questions at them, but of course they'd never been able to finish the answer since one of the five would end up rudly interrupting them.

At some point (Y/N) began to ignore them, aware that they're nothing but a gag to these people. The youngest of the group seemed a bit pissed at being ignored, so he stands up and walks towards (Y/N)'s lying form, who was still paying no mind, and out of nowhere kicks them hard on their stomach, making the air inside of them leave in a violent exhale.

—"You talk and look at us when we speak to you."—

They say nothing, still trying to regain their breath. The man above them sighs and rolls his eyes before crouching down and grabbing them by their hair, to posteriorly pull them to their knees.

—"Listen sugar, just because you scare away the crap that lives here, it means shit to us. You're fuckin' helpless and at our mercy, so you do and act as told and when is told, understood?"—

Before (Y/N) could do anything, a sudden deafening roar resonated through the whole building and from an unknown direction. The noise similar to some huge unknown beast fiercely howling through something metallic. A shiver of anticipation ran through (Y/N)’s spine, Pyra must’ve found their drops of blood and figured out what happened, and now he’s on his way to take them back.

The other five noticeably tensed up and frantically looked around, as if trying to locate the creature through the walls...

Walls.

(Y/N)'s gaze was already focused on one of he walls, knowing that their lover would't waste his time in searching for an entrance. The man, who's still holding them by their hair, slowly drags his gaze to the same wall.

—"Guys..."— he says uneasily.

—"Yes, we heard that too, dumbass."— one of the other four hisses back.

—"No, guys, get away from the fuckin- "—

A loud crashing sound resonated behind the mentioned surface, followed by the well known heavy footsteps and scraping of metal. The other four quickly get behind the fifth and (Y/N), who was currently having the brightest grin on their face, relieved that he came for them.

—"{The fuck was that?!}"— one of the males yells half whispers to you.

—"That?"— you let a little hum as you close your eyes and look away so the dust doesn't get directly into your face. —"That is the reason why everything in here avoids me."— you say with the calmest tone possible.

—"Wha- "—

Another loud crash and a huge wave of dust cut off his question completely. While the dust was still on the air, the previous heavy footsteps were quickly approaching, making the floor shake with each step. When the men saw the silhouette of this massive unknown creature they paniced, since it showed no hits of stopping, quite the opposite actually. The one, that been holding (Y/N), pushes them roughly forward without thinking, actin on some desperate instinct.

—"Here! Take them instead!"—

The five were ready to run, but got stopped by their own shock when the monster reached out and caught (Y/N) before they fall on the ground. It was still hard to see what exactly the beast did, due to the still thick layer of dust, but the sudden loud and deep metallic growl that the beast let out was enough for them to defrost and set into running. They don't get too far though, since their legs get suddenly caught and tangled into a bunch of rusty wires and thorns coming out of the floor, whick held them still and cut their soft flesh with the mildest movement.

A small chill jolted through (Y/N) at the sight of the mysterious thorns. They knew it was Pyra's doing, he rarely used that hability of his and they learned that he only uses it when he's trully pissed. And he wasn't just that, he was livid. The sight of bruises on (Y/N)'s neck from the previous grab really railed the monster up, just how dares that filty mortal touch and mark something his? Only he has the privilege to touch (Y/N), to hold them, to look at them, to hear their voice and all the things they say in that calm and sweet tone they always use when they're happy... Just how dare they attempt to take all of this away from him? The executioner.

The monster tears the tape off (Y/N)'s wrists and ankles before putting them down, his movements a bit rough due his agitation yet he did his best to keep it under control.

He then rises to his full height, sword in hand, and slowly walks towards the group. The closer he got, the more desperate the man acted, pulling their legs out of the sharp wire-mess just for it to tangle around their limb even tighter.

The beast's first target was the youngest one, the one who had the guts to hold (Y/N) by their hair and threaten them, Pyra really didn't like that one.

The male has no time to even inhale to start begging, as the monster simply cuts him in half with his sword. (Y/N) of course didn't want to see the gore that is about to happen, so they carefuly and quietly leave the room through the hole their beast of a man made durning his enrance. The last thing they've seen before leaving was Pyra practically tearing one of the man up apart like paper, going specially slow to inflict even more pain.

(Y/N) is unsure how long it took Pyra to finish them, they simply remained sitted on the floor with their legs pressed against their chest and covering their ears to silence the screams and the wet gory sounds of muscles and bones breaking. They let out a yelp when their body is suddenly pulled up by a pair of large arms and is pressed agains a broad torso. Pyra held (Y/N) in this posessive embrace for quite a while, the mildes movement from them would make the beast growl and press them even closer.

(Y/N) however, still attempted to soothe their lover by gently nuzzling agains his chest and rub it with their hand.

—"I am so sorry..."— you apologize, though you both knew it wasn't really your fault. —"I was just hanging out in that room we've been before, and... And these people entered there while running away from another beast, and- "—

They couldn't finish the explanation since Pyra suddenly shoved their face further into his chest, muffing the rest of their little rant. The action, which embarassed (Y/N) a bit, also made them understand that their lover doesn't need any excuses or explanations, he's content to have them back and unharmed. They sigh softly and eventually relax in his grasp and going practically rag doll, in response and after some time, Pyra's body also relaxed a bit, yet his grip on (Y/N) remained strong and firm like iron, refusing to let go.

—"Pyra."— you manage to move yout head just enough to say it.

A low grumble resonated from his helmet and chest, though it didn't sound hostile, more like his version of 'hhmm?'.

—"I love you, thank you for being around."— you say honestly, as you move just enough to reach his neck area and kiss the little skin exposed between his clothes and helmet.

The little sweet gesture was answered with a low purr as Pyra's large hands roam around their body for a bit, caressing and feeling each curve through their clothes. The touches weren't suggestive surprisingly, which meant that this affection was genuine and not the product of his monstrous lust towards them.

They both stay like this for a while longer, (Y/N) saying and whispering things in a soft tone that Pyra absolutely adored to hear, and he kept holding them against himself, pawing their body time to time just to feel them more. Their warmth, their pulse, their breathing...

To feel them.

To feel them being all H̸̫̥͙̮͍̮͋͑Ḯ̴͓̦̻͈̜͍̇̃͋͠S̴͖̘̍̓̉̑.

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slasherbish · 1 year

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Quiet Nights Part 1 (Michael Myers x GN reader)

You knew how terrible psychiatric hospitals could be. You knew that people often came out with more trauma than when they went in. To some extent (y/n) could overlook the murder, they told themselves it was a side effect of the trauma from the hospitals. He was injured and hiding in an old sewer pipe. You had found him not long after the incidents of the strode house burning down. The shape was injured. (Y/n) had been frozen in their spot when they first wandered into the abandoned sewer just trying to get away from the world for a bit. At the time he was too weak to kill you.

“I uh I’ll be right back” you managed to say to the killer in front of you before running out. He groaned thinking for sure the person would go to the cops. Michael tried his best to stand up and lug himself out of the hiding spot. Before he could exit the pipe he was stopped by the person from earlier. This time they had a duffel bag with them. (y/n) shooed him back into the room of the sewer. “Told you I’d be back”

You pulled a blanket out of the bag and set it over an area that he could sit on. He tilted his head as you gestured to the seat. “Sit down so I can take care of the wounds” (y/n) said. Your heart was racing but you ignored it. He needed help. Hesitantly he sat down staring at you as if expecting you to try to kill him. You then grabbed some hand wipes and gauze out of the bag. His eyes never left you as you cleaned and wrapped his hand. (Y/n) could almost feel the intensity of his gaze. Unsurprisingly he never flinched or winced in pain.

“Strong silent type huh?” You tried to joke light heartedly with a small chuckle. He simply kept staring. “Oookay um you probably haven’t eaten in a while. I brought you a couple burgers and fries” You handed him the bag of food, he took it gently. After a few moments of him staring you got the idea that he didn’t want you to watch since he’d have to lift his mask. So you moved to the other side of the area and turned around. “I promise I won’t turn around until you’re done. Just tap my shoulder when you’re done I guess.” You said hoping that this wouldn’t end with a knife in your back. After a few minutes you were bored.

“I’m sorry that they put you there. I was sent to a place at one time.” (y/n) said calmly rocking back and forth on their feet. “They said I was a danger to myself. Honestly all that place did was make me so much worse. The system really needs an overhaul.” You sighed. Some part of you wanted to turn around to see what he looked like but you knew that would be a death sentence. The rest of the time was filled with quiet sounds of chewing and humming every now and then from (y/n).

You had lost count of the minutes when you felt a heavy tap on your shoulder. They jumped a little since they hadn’t heard him approach. Turning around they smiled. Michael was both surprised and unnerved by the person's lack of self preservation, He knew that they knew he was a serial killer and that at any moment he could end their life. And yet they stayed, they patched him up, and fed him. He wanted so badly to kill them, wanted so badly to watch the light drain from their (e/c) eyes. Michael restrained himself though, this person could be useful, they may have patched him up but he wasn’t out of the woods just yet. The lumbering killer was pulled from his thoughts as the person in front of him waved their hand in front of his face.

“Earth to Michael” They said. His head tilted down to look at (y/n) almost annoyed at their action. “I have to head home. I live pretty close though so I’ll come by as often as I can. Try to keep your wounds clean please. Oh, and my name is (Y/n)” They said before leaving the old sewer.

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