#tiffany valentine headcanons

[loveandmurders]

Hello, neighbour (gn!reader x Tiffany Valentine headcanons)

Based on this request :  “ could I request gender neutral!reader x tiffany valentine headcanons about her kinda being obsessive and madly in love with reader whose her neighbor at the trailer park, but reader is completely oblivious to her attempts”

Hope you’ll enjoy <3

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of sexual desire/activites but nothing explicit, one or two strong words, mentions of Tiff's killing activities, mentions of kidnapping and tying reader up.

When Tiffany first saw you settling at the trailer park, she couldn’t deny that she was very interested and curious about you.

She was sunbathing, with her sunglasses on and a glass of lemonade in one hand while lazily reading a magazine.

She was quite bored, so she quickly enjoyed having something new to observe.

She stopped reading and watched you over her glasses, sipping at her drink, like a cat watching a new toy arriving.

You felt her eyes on you so you turned around and greeted her.

“Hey, I’m your new neighbour it seems!” you said as you extended your hand toward her before introducing yourself.

She was quick to answer the gesture and she offered you her most delicious and charming smile.

“Hello, sweet pie. It’s a pleasure to see someone new there. Gonna stay here for a while I hope?” she asked and her smile only widened when you nodded.

“Well yeah, until I find better of course” you hummed

“Can I help you with anything?” she offered as she got up, showing off her beautiful body and quickly invading your personal space.

You watched her and blushed a little before nodding.

You were quite glad to make a new friend so quickly here, because you had been a little bit worried about being left on your own. You wouldn’t have been able to stand it, you needed to socialise.

It wasn’t the best time of your existence so the thought that you could befriend your pretty neighbour right away was definitively lifting up your spirits as well.

You spent the day with her and you really enjoyed yourself.

She seemed to also enjoy your company because she insisted for the two of you to eat at her place.

You had to admit that it was almost looking like a date, with the little table, the comfy atmosphere and the candles lit up all around you.

But you just thought it was Tiffany’s aesthetic and you didn’t think much of it.

After the food, she asked you if you wanted to lay down on the bed with her. You missed her wink as you looked toward her "bedroom area".

“I really should go rest in my own bed, it’s been quite a long day already” you politely declined

She pouted at you and you could tell that she was very disappointed to see you go “so soon”. You apologised and promised to spend more time with her the next day, but for the moment you were really tired.

She tried to convince you a little longer to stay but you finally went to your own place.

Once you were gone, Tiffany started to grumble to herself about you being too perfect for her own good, and about how she should tie you up to her bedframe so you wouldn’t be able to leave so easily.

She didn’t sleep a lot that night. She was imagining all the delicious things she could do to you. Not just sexual, even if it was a great part of it. She daydreamed about a little domestic life with you. It looked so perfect in her mind, that she couldn’t wait for her fantasy to come true.

She used to be obsessed with Charles. But the obsession blossoming inside her was way more powerful.

She wanted you. She wanted you to be hers and all hers.

She wanted to have you by her side every second of her existence.

When she saw you leaving the trailer park in the morning, trying to find a job, she frowned. She realised that not knowing where you were going was upsetting her very much.

She needed to find a way to always have an eye on you, no matter where you were or with whom.

Oh boy, she started to imagine you with someone else. And it made her go insane. She would kill whoever was going a little bit too close to you.

You were hers, even if you didn’t know it yet.

When you came back “home” in the middle of the afternoon, she opened her door before you could open yours.

“Hey Y/N” she greeted you with a very seductive smile but you only thought she had a flirty personality and that it didn’t mean she was interested in you.

“Hey Tiff. How are you?” you asked with a gentle smile

“Good, good. Was missing you though. Where did you go this morning?” she asked with a little pout on her lips

You also thought she might be a little bit clingy, but you didn’t mind the attention that much.

“I had a job interview” you explained

“Hope it went well, darl’, you deserve the best” she hummed before opening her door even wider “Wanna come inside for a minute? Have you eaten already? Cause I can fix you something, like a good housewife” she giggled

You arched an eyebrow, before laughing “You are that bored, Tiff, that you want to cook for me?” you chuckled but she waited for your answer with dark eyes “Well, I can’t refuse food but let me cook for you tonight” you finally agreed because you felt you couldn’t say no to the woman.

And because you were hungry too.

She seemed very satisfied with your answer and she let you come inside her home before locking the door behind her.

You started to chat around together.

And days after days, it started to become your routine.

You would go out in the morning to work, and Tiff would wait for you in the evening with a good meal. And you would speak together all night.

More than once she convinced you to sleep at her place, in her bed.

But nothing ever happened because you never caught on her flirtatious comments.

You just thought she was touchy, clingy and very friendly but nothing more.

Tiffany started to wonder if you weren’t interested in her.

Which seemed completely impossible to her, because she was the hottest thing God ever created. You had to want her… You just didn’t know it yet.

During the weekends, Tiffany never let you be on your own. She needed to be with you.

However, you noticed that she was sometimes leaving in the middle of the night, and you believed she was earning money from some traffic or that kind of stuff. But Tiffany was too good to you for you to really care about any of this.

You sometimes tried to ask questions, but she always found excuses to not answer or she would find a way to distract you.

Also, Tiffany wasn’t known for her patience.

She needed what she wanted right away, or she was going even crazier than she already was.

And truth to be told, the fact you hadn’t caught on her attempts to flirt with you for months now was making her go wild.

And the more she thought about the situation, the more she was monitoring all of your gestures, and the more she wanted to lock you up in a basement where she could have you all to herself forever.

She decided to step up her game one afternoon.

It was really sunny that day and a lot of people were chatting around, with not a lot of clothes on.

You were outside, waiting for Tiffany to bring back some drinks she promised you. It was then that a new girl you didn’t know started to talk with you.

She was quite flirtatious with you as well, but as usual you didn’t really read the signs and you simply thought she was friendly with you.

When Tiffany came back and saw that woman all over you, she felt rage burning inside of her. How could people not know you were hers?!

She intervened and very coldly asked the woman to leave, saying that it was a very private and intimate party. The woman obeyed but she gave you one last glance before leaving.

You were so shocked. You had never seen Tiff so upset or pushed someone away so rudely.

“What’s wrong, Tiff?” you asked and she scoffed at you before cupping your face into her palm

“I don’t like whores turning around you, that’s all, love” she replied, her eyes still so dark with anger. Your own eyes widened at her words.

“Tiff, don’t speak like that!” you exclaimed and she let out a little laugher

“Oh yeah, give me orders, I like that” she purred as she moved closer to you. “You know, it’s not the first time I chased away someone who is being a little too friendly with you. I don’t like that. I want you all to myself. I’m a little selfish girl, but I can’t help” she continued but you couldn’t understand what she was saying to you.

“What are you talking about?” you asked

“I can show you” she hummed as her lips were now almost touching yours.

You started to understand what was going on, but you really weren’t too sure what to do with that information

“Tiff, is that really a good idea?” you asked and she laughed some more, but there was something dark in it

“Com’on, sweet face, come inside my trailer and I’ll take such good care of you that you will never want to leave it ever again. I really would like to be your little housewife. But if you prefer we can lock you up away, I would eagerly kidnap you for you to be all mine” she whispered and you weren’t too sure how to react to that.

You thought she was joking, because Tiffany had always been nothing but adorable and gentle to you; she would never kidnap you.

Right?

You quickly thought for the best answer.

“Well… I guess I wouldn’t mind having a little housewife” you finally said and she gave you a bright smile.

She grabbed your hand and guided you to her bed, where she showed you how good she could be to you indeed.

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[frenziedslashers]

Hi I wanted to try and request so ummmm..... The slashers (accidentally) finding their s/o's old *item*(its either a mask or a weapon depends on u) and finding out or realising their s/o actually also used to kill people just like them (maybe make the s/o gn so that everyone can read it) tyyyyyyy

Okay so I have been thinking about this since you sent this in ages ago, but I finally have the time to work on some of these asks that I got so <3 THANK YOU

Slashers Reacting to Their S/O Being An Ex-Killer(Implied NSFW)

Thomas Hewitt:

He would be real concerned when he found the items.

It isn't like you to hide something from him, so he was curious about what you were hiding under the bed. He had seen you push it under the bed the day before. It couldn't be anything bad, right?

You weren't thinking of hurting him, were you? No, you couldn't be. He wouldn't believe it. He did want to ask what it was about though.

When you tell him that you have killed people he feels almost relieved. He was always scared that he was torturing you by making him stay in this house where so many were killed by he and his family.

It might give him a little more ease to let you help him and the others with the visitors that come through, but that doesn't mean he won't make you work with Luda again. So don't get too cocky and make sure you stay safe. That's all Tommy cares about, making sure you're safe.

He'd ask that you didn't tell Hoyte about it at first, at least not for a while. He's certain Hoyte would use it against you if you ever got snappy or angry with him.

Bubba Sawyer:

He would react a lot like Tommy.

He'd just freak out a bit more.

She'd be a blubbering mess, going to you with the items in hand. Stomping and furrowing his brow. What are these? Why do you need them? Were you going to hurt him or his family? She sure hopes you weren't!

They'd calm down once you explain that you had only killed certain people and that they and their family were definitely not on your list.

If his brothers overheard they'd definitely have you help all of them with the next victim they got. Bubba would let you help but probably follow you around the majority of the hunt. Can't have you getting hurt!

OG Michael Myers:

He's conflicted when he finds it, especially if it's a knife.

He'd be a bit mad if it was a kitchen knife, thinking that you tried hiding his knife from him. Why would you do such a thing? You ought to know that's not going to stop him.

But when he grabs it he realizes it isn't the one he was using. It didn't feel like it, and it was cleaner. So, he finds his, compares them, and contemplates what the hell is going on.

He confronts you. Dropping the knife in your lap and tilting his head. He needs an answer.

When you do answer him he's almost relieved. Not that he found the story behind the mysterious knife, but just knowing that you can take care of yourself. It's partially exciting to the younger Myers, and he might even test your strength in the future.

He's not doing anything about it now though. Only nodding and walking off again.

Unlike Tommy and Bubba, you can't help him hunt. He'd hate every moment of it. He'd be worried, and annoyed, and it wouldn't be as good of a release for him. It's not happening.

HK Michael Myers:

He's pretty much the same as OG Myers.

He's just more relieved because now he doesn't have to worry about you being hurt while he's away. Whether it be because he got caught by Loomis, or just because he's out hunting.

He's also going to use your knife here or there. No reason, it's just a nice knife. Basic, sharp, and affective.

RZ Michael Myers:

He is a mix of OG and HK.

Instead of using your knife for no reason though, he's using it because he feels like he's bringing you with him. He would never do such a thing, but it feels like having you with him and that's all that he wants.

If you have a mask expect him to make you some more based on what your mask looks like. He likes being able to make you masks.

Vincent Sinclair:

He's a little shocked when he finds the items.

The weapons don't bug him, he knows that you wouldn't hurt him or his brothers, it's the mask that would bug him. Why would you want to hide your face? He loves the way that you look. The ability to see your smile, the wrinkles beside your eyes with your laugh, the flaws on your cheeks and nose. It's near angelic - and hypocritical since he hates taking his mask off for you.

He's never seen you with it on though, so, what's it for?

He asks you about it with caution. He knows if you haven't shown it to him it was probably something personal to you. He just stumbled across it though. It's not like he snooped through your items. He was looking for something of his own when he came across it.

He is a lot more curious when he finds out that you used to be a masked killer yourself. Intrigued, even.

'How many?' 'Who were they?' 'How'd you kill them?' He would sign, asking you all of these questions with more and more interest.

Once you answered everything, he'd feel his heart swelling. He'd be so relieved to know that you aren't being tortured by having to live with the fact that he and his brothers murder innocent people.

It truly brings a new meaning to the many times you had told him that the killing never bothered you.

Lester Sinclair:

He's confused, to say the least. Especially if it was a knife that you were using. Especially if the knife happened to be a hunting knife.

He knows what all of his knives look like. So, he knows for a fact he had never seen this one before. It was a surprise for him and took him a few seconds to realize that it was probably yours.

He asks you about it, brows furrowed. "What's this 'bout, sweet pea?"

You can tell he's a bit lost, so you just chuckle a bit. The sound brings Lester a bit of ease before you nervously or proudly state what you had used it for. It all depends on if you feel guilty about what you had done.

If you're nervous about it, he'd reassure you that there isn't nothing wrong with what you did. He'd stand up for you and reassure you that the people you killed probably had what was coming.

If you were confident when telling him the reason behind the knife. Oh. Oh. That sure does things to the shorter brother.

He'd be smiling at you without even noticing. His fingers twitching and curling by his side.

"Wow, ya really got some power to ya, huh?" He'd love the thought of you killing someone with a hunting knife. The fantasy would live rent-free in his head. If you requested to kill one of the tourists in town Lester would even let you do it in a heart beat. As long as he could watch.

Bo Sinclair:

He is super hesitant when he finds the items. Maybe even a little upset. Why would you hide something from him?

He asks you about it with furrowed brows. Slamming the items on the surface in front of you, or pushing them into your chest(without hurting you.)

You'd get the hint that he's irritated about finding them. Why? You're still a bit lost until he asks why you hid them from him.

"I don't do that stuff anymore. I don't kill people." "Then why ya still got the shit?"

He has a point. If you didn't do it anymore, why did you still have the stuff?

It didn't really matter to you, but it did to Bo. After he got over himself and lost the anger he felt knowing yo would hide something like this from him. He'd be asking you a bunch of questions as well. Maybe even trying to agitate you and see if you still had that spark in you. See if you'd threaten him or maybe help him kill someone new in town.

Otis Driftwood:

He's got a similar reaction to Bo. He's pissed when he finds the stuff.

"What the hell is this shit? Y'ain't trust me enough so ya gotta hide whatever the fuck this shit is? Who'd it belong to? An ex of yours?" He'd ask, anger written everywhere on the killer's face.

Once you told him that it was yours he'd calm down a bit, but still be a little upset. Until it finally processed that you've killed people before.

He's demanding you tell him every detail and winds up asking if you'd help him with his current idea that he couldn't quite complete because it was missing details. Killer to killer, he needed input.

It makes sense to him now why you didn't find the morbidness of his house disturbing. Along with his family. Or even himself.

He's wondering if he could get you to kill again. There's nothing hotter to Otis than seeing his s/o covered in blood. It'd definitely be something that would turn him on to the max each time he saw it.

Baby Firefly:

She'd confront you with it right away, but would be a little more sad than mad. Upset that you wouldn't fill her in on one of your darker secrets when she's an open book to you.

She's thrilled to hear that you've killed people before and glad that you trust her enough to tell her and not lie about the items.

She wants you to help the family with the next set of victims they get. If you want to, at least. If not, that's fine with her as well. You can just keep doing what you're doing. Which is helping her make them think you are all normal.

She also finds it ridiculously hot that you have killed people before, but she'd never force you to do it again. If anything, it makes her feel like you two belong together more than anything.

Tiffany Valentine:

She knows what the items are, and it excites her.

"I knew it, I knew you've killed someone before. Come here, sugar!" She'd wrap you in a hug and kiss you. This is like discovering you're secretly a celebrity or something.

Which, it kind of is if your killings made it into the newspaper. She is searching for the article after you tell her about it. She will get it framed if she has to.

She's asking for photos if you have any. Every little morbid detail of the kill and the thought process you put into it.

If you ask her how she knew, she'd smile and say, "I just did. A lot of us killers never brag about killing. The quiet secretive people like you. Oh, they have."

She's making Swedish Meatballs for supper after this news.

Charles Lee Ray:

He's a little confused when he finds the weapon and mask. He kills with a knife, and if it's something other than a knife. Well, he's stumped.

He asks you about it and is a little starstruck when you tell him what's up.

"I never thought you were that type of person." He'd tell you, but his stupid, menacing grin would appear on his face.

He'd ask you to tell him how you killed the people you killed. Reenact the scene for him. Then he'd request that you help him kill his next victim. It'd be an honor.

He might get a little snappy if you do something he doesn't like if you agree. But God. He's all hot and heavy when he sees you take the life of someone. Covered in blood, adrenaline running.

He's definitely taking advantage of the situation and getting you in bed one way or another that night. That had to be one of the hottest things he'd seen.

Billy Loomis:

"You what?"

He's baffled when you tell him that you've killed people after he confronted you about the items.

This brings a whole to meaning to your guys' relationship. Yes, he loves having Stu as a partner in crime, but you? His s/o? You've killed people? Gosh, he might have you join the two of them on their Ghostface extravaganza.

He's asking you to tell him how you did it and smiling throughout all the details.

If you tell him that the person you killed was someone that you knew, he's groaning and fighting the urge to pin you where you are.

This has to be the most interesting thing he's learned about you.

He's definitely asking that you don't keep any more secrets like this from him, ever.

Stu Macher:

He's thrilled to hear that you've also killed people.

If anything, this guy is more relieved than anything. I mean, he was worried you would hate him after you found out. Now it all makes sense why you never ran or screamed, or even looked worried when you found out that he was the killer running around campus.

He's demanding that you help he and Billy, and he's watching your every move if you do.

He's practically drooling over the thought that his perfect partner is a scary killer.

It truly makes him feel closer and more understood by you.

Brahms Heelshire:

He almost doesn't believe you when you tell him. He nearly laughs, but he can tell by your face that you're being serious.

His sweet nanny, a killer? Well, this is new.

It doesn't really scare him or anything. Brahms trusts you and hopes that you wouldn't do anything bad to him.

If anything it makes him feel safer, more justified, and more understood.

He wants you to be safe, and he knows that he's always there with you. Whether it be by you or roaming the house, it makes him feel better knowing that you can definitely take care of yourself.

He requests that you don't go out killing, but if someone intrudes, then you can.

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“Love Me More” ||

Tiffany Valentine x Self Insert - Gina

This is a fic written specifically for this user, please do not read if you aren’t into that sort of thing, but you’re more than welcome to if you want! 

Rating: Explicit; mentions of self-harm marks, mentions of suicidal thoughts, fluff, groping, slight vaginal fingering (yes I meant slight)

Length: 5k

How could you have been so stupid to leave the safety of your home all because of those nagging, awful thoughts that crept into your head? It was another awful night of you alone in your place, your thoughts betrayed you as you mindlessly flipped through one of your favorite books, your eyes scanned over the words, not truly reading them. You should have stayed there, you scolded yourself over and over as you wrapped your arms around yourself to stop from shivering so much, but it was a rainy night in Chicago and you knew better. Staying here wasn’t exactly in your plans but it all boiled down to you wanting to start somewhere new, somewhere that you could start over and try to live a normal life away from the things that made you feel trapped.

So you kept your chin held high and continued about your life here in Chicago, though you were completely oblivious to the constant dangers that lurked around every corner, you definitely didn’t expect to have some serial killer on the loose during your stay here, but you were blissfully unaware of it, you were just lucky.  

You were found wandering the streets, lost, alone, and you had no fear as you seemed completely shut down from your emotions. You knew it wasn't safe to be walking around these streets at night, the Lakeside Strangler was still running wild and according to the news, he wasn't letting up anytime soon. But you didn't care, maybe you wanted to find him, maybe he'd help relieve your pain. So maybe you weren’t lucky, you were just ignorant. 

To your surprise though, on this rainy Chicago night, you saw the streets were strangely empty of people and cars. There wasn’t a holiday or a flash flood warning, it was just regular rain, you even checked your phone when you could to make sure you weren’t risking getting caught drowning. Marked safe, you sighed and slipped the almost dead phone back into your soaked pants pocket and continued on your journey through Northerly Island Park, and the look of the rain against the water soothed your nerves. You found this area that was quite open and there had been a formation of large stones that seemed circular, a spherical area where you could sit down and possibly catch your bearings. Your face felt heavy and puffy as your hands twitched, you were thinking of those thoughts again and you tried so hard to push them away, but the water seemed tempting and you had just wanted these thoughts to stop. 

Time seemed to stop while you sat out here, there was no one who would come over to question you or to bother you, it was oddly comforting, but no matter how hard you tried, you wanted to throw yourself in the water and be done with it. 

The wind picked up and it stung your skin with the cold of the rain, so you slowly made it to your feet and trekked back the way you came, but there was a point where you knew you were completely lost. Of course, you were. Your phone had 2% left and you didn’t even want to chance it, it would just be your luck and it wouldn’t truly matter. You made your way back into the winding streets and that’s when you felt truly lost, you had no idea how to get back to your place. You wanted to panic and cry out for help, but who would grant you such a wish? It didn’t matter, you just continued to allow your feet to take you where they took you.  

You were completely unaware of the commotion that was taking place just a few blocks away from you, how could you have known? There was very little sound, people were always out making noise at all times of the night, but it didn’t matter to you. As you continued on your way to try and find a familiar street, a landmark, ANYTHING, you suddenly felt like you weren’t alone. As fate would have it, you were in the line of sight of a hidden predator that stalked you just after a fresh kill, the Lakeside Strangler was so close to you that he almost ran into you as you rounded the corner, but you had been saved by a guardian angel that spoke so beautifully. 

She wrapped her hand around your arm and yanked you back, her hand clasped firmly over your mouth as you froze in her grasp. You didn’t fight back, you had welcomed whatever was to happen as divine intervention, and maybe you’d soon feel the weightlessness of the life being taken from you. She urged you to be quiet as the man passed along and she held you close to her. As much as you wanted to wriggle free from her grasp, you decided against it and let this woman give you the okay to step back when it was safe.

“Sorry sweet face, I saw that man stalking around and he almost found you, you gotta be careful out here with that maniac running around.” Her painted eyes looked at you up and down, taking in the pathetic sight of you, but she felt such softness as she looked into your eyes. “You’re soaked to the bone, what are you doing out here?”

You didn’t know how to respond but you just remained quiet as you sighed. “Thank you for your help, but I’ll be fine.” You could easily brush her off, she’d leave you be, and you’d continue on your way, but that wasn’t the case. 

The woman looked absolutely stunning, too much of a sore thumb for the dingy streets of Chicago. She had an incredible figure under her very fitted striped dress, her heels were tall but she walked in them easily and still looked absolutely stunning even in the rain. She held an umbrella over her head, her blonde hair was obviously permed and the waves suited her face shape well. But you noticed her lips first; incredibly plump and painted with a bright pink color, which matched the color of her eye makeup. You stared up at her wordlessly and bit your lip as you tried your best to think of something to say. 

Her mouth formed into a small smile, her birthmark twitched and you enjoyed looking at her smile. “You’re freezing, I can see you shivering, c’mon. I’ll take you back to my place, okay? Run you a nice hot bath. You can stay if you want, I don’t mind.”

You froze at her offer and began to attempt to form some string of sentences. “Oh, I uh, I don’t want to impose on you, that’s too generous, I’ll be fine I just uh, I gotta get home.”

“I’ll help you at least, where do you live? I got a car not too far from here.”

You looked down, almost too embarrassed to reply. “I just moved here not too long ago, I can’t really remember…” The way to get back escaped you, you would worry about it soon enough, but your address was saved in your now-dead phone.

“Aww sweet thing, it’s okay, I’ll take you to my place, okay? Let me help you out.”

“Why? What do you get out of this?”

The woman stopped and gave you a soft smile. “My mother always used to say ‘be kind whenever possible’, she was a smart woman. So I don’t want nothin’ from you, sweet thing, maybe some good company. And someone to help me with my nails, they need some better color.” She looked down at them for a moment and checked the color in the dim lighting of the rainstorm. “I could give you some color too, sweet face, make you cheer up a bit, yeah?”

With a small nod, you hadn’t really known what you agreed to. For all you knew, this would be the last time you ever saw anyone again, but you felt as if that wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world, especially with this woman. She was inviting and kind, maybe she’d grant you the mercy of making it quick, you hoped you could at least have that.  

She led you to her car and happily took care of you from helping you into the seat to helping you out when you arrived. It was a small place but it was cozy, welcoming even, and despite you feeling so out of place in general, you felt calm here. The blonde made herself a nice place in the trailer, she made it where she felt like herself, but you didn’t have much time to look around since you were suddenly being guided into the back part of the trailer. 

“Alright, run the water to whatever temperature you like, just don’t make it too cold or too hot, a nice middle ground will work. I’ll dry your clothes, charge your phone, and grab you some towels and something to sleep in for the night. If you need me, just call me-”

“What’s your name?”

“Oh, silly me, I completely forgot!” She chuckled and waved her hand dismissively. “I’m Tiffany, Tiffany Valentine. What’s yours sweet face?”

You looked down at the floor and shifted slightly. “I’m Gina.” 

“Pretty name,” she cooed as she offered a wink. “Let me take your wet clothes, is that okay?”

You nodded and took off your soaked sweater, though it was a challenge considering how plastered it was to your skin, but you stood there in your underthings and reached for a towel. Tiffany noticed markings along your skin but decided to bite her tongue, this wasn’t her place, she just wanted to help with what she could in the here and now. 

“Make sure it’s warm enough!” she called back as she closed the curtain that separated the rest of her trailer from the bathroom. 

You looked around as the tub filled up and just looked at everything in more detail, your eyes landing on every possible surface as you took in the sights. She had a small television in here so she could bathe and watch movies, you thought that was cute. Her tub looked comfortable and you couldn’t wait to sink in, but you added some bubbles to make it more relaxing. The scent of the oils smelled wonderful as you slowly dipped into the water and slid down, your back leaned against the tub as the water continued to rise, and you let out a quiet sigh. You actually felt at ease in this stranger’s bathroom, your body submerged in warm water as you allowed your muscles to relax and your mind to empty. 

You weren’t sure just how much time had passed since you first slid into the tub, but every moment was more peaceful than the last, even when she began to play some music in the background. As you drifted off a little, Tiffany knocked on the wall beside the curtain and called in softly.

“Gina, sweetie, you doin’ okay doll?” 

You pushed yourself up a bit and smiled as you looked toward the door, seeing her silhouette through the plastic. “Yeah, ‘m fine, was just-”

“Don’t fall asleep in there, don’t wanna do that, it’s not safe. Besides, I made you some food if you’re hungry, can’t have that get cold.”

Your head perked up at the sound of food; homemade at that, it sounded like a good idea to get out of the tub if your body allowed you to. “I’ll be out in a few,” you called back, your voice cracking from the straining.

She liked that answer as you could hear the smile she wore as she spoke. “Good, don’t want your food getting cold.” She walked off and allowed you the privacy you needed.

You slowly made your way out of the tub and dripped all over the bath mat while you wrapped the towel around your form, the air in the trailer felt cozy as you leaned against the edge of the tub. When the smell began to waft through the curtain, your stomach let out an unholy growl. Now was the time to get dressed and possibly get some food in you, you couldn’t even remember just how long it had been since you ate. You eyed the clothes she left on the edge of the sink for you, which were a pair of silky pajamas and a fuzzy robe, and you slowly began to slide into them. When you finished, you stepped out through the curtain with your hair wrapped in the towel and you looked uneasy around the trailer. 

The gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach lessened but it reminded you not to let your guard down, not yet, anyway. You slowly made your way toward the other end of the trailer and saw Tiffany standing over a small sink as she wiped her hands with a hand towel, then she turned to see you standing there in the middle of the room looking as lost as a puppy. 

“Aww honey, how was your bath? Are you feeling any better?” She brushed her hands down on her dress and she stepped closer to you with a small smile on her face.

“Yeah, thanks, Tiffany.” You shifted your weight again and blushed at how close she was standing toward you. 

“You sure? I don’t wanna pry since it isn’t my business, but you didn’t look so great when I found you. If you ever wanna talk about it, I can listen, okay?”  

This was something you didn’t know you needed to hear and it was already too late to stop the tears that fell freely, but Tiffany didn’t give you the time to wipe them away since she was already hugging you. You weren’t sure if you were thankful someone like this had found you or if you felt truly awful for barging in on her only to be an emotional mess.

“Aww sweet face, it’s okay, I got you, alright?” She held you close and stroked your back to comfort you further. “Let’s get you something to eat, okay? You still got your phone, yeah? I can charge it for you.”

She bothered over you like a mother hen did to her baby chicks, which was rather endearing, so she grabbed the phone that was still surprisingly undamaged despite the amount of rain you dealt with and walked over to her nightstand beside the large bed she had behind a beaded curtain. Of course, your eyes were on her as you watched curiously, wondering what her story was and why she was out in the middle of that storm.

“Do you always invite strangers back to your home?” you asked curiously.

She turned to look at you after she set the phone down with the charger plugged in. “No, not usually, I just felt something was different about you, like you needed help. I never question my intuition.” She smiled as she tapped the side of her nose.

“How come you told me it was dangerous out there when you were out, too? Weren’t you afraid of the Strangler?”

Tiffany scoffed and walked up beside you. “Nah, not really. I was out running errands…” She shifted a little and guided you out to her living area and onto the sofa, and as you sat down comfortably, she wrapped a plush blanket around your shoulders. 

You could tell she was someone who was more nurturing than she looked despite her overall look, and you thought that was rather precious to find in someone. When she walked back into the room, she had two mugs of a steaming drink and then came back around with a plate of hot food. That evening, she listened to everything you decided to tell her, she comforted you when you looked as if you couldn’t speak much more, and you looked at her as if she was the most precious person on this planet. 

And that’s how it all happened, how you both got wrapped up in each other’s lives until this very day. You awoke to her sleeping beside you, her hands tangled in your hair as she slept peacefully while all you could do was watch her in silence. She was so surreal that you didn’t think she’d be there when you opened your eyes like she was one long fever dream.

Thankfully every day when your eyes fluttered open for the first time, you’d see her there in some way or another, some traces to assure you she was there and she was real. You’d sometimes crawl out of bed to find her cooking food for you in your apartment, or you’d wake up at her place with your legs entwined and your bare forms barely covered by the thrown-about sheets. 

You were in a much better place when you were with her, she made sure to keep it that way, too. Sometimes you had your days, she understood that, and she’d give you all the space you desired, or she closed that space if you preferred.

Today was like every other one of those days; her hands were on you as she softly skated across your curves as the feather-light touches stirred you from a deep sleep, the feeling almost made you jolt up from how much it tickled. The smile on your face only grew as you heard her teasing voice call your name over and over again.

“Gina, Gina darling, c’mon, wake up,” she cooed. 

You grumbled and looked up at her, one eye closed from the harsh sunlight. “Why?”

“Because I wanna make your favorite for breakfast, silly face.” She pushed herself toward you and tried to kiss your cheek, but you caught her just in time and kissed her lips. She let out a fit of giggles again.

“Well that’s fine I guess, but what if I said we could delay breakfast for a bit…”

Tiffany hummed and gave you a mischievous stare. “And why would we do that?”

You rolled toward her and nuzzled your face against her neck and began to pepper her throat with kisses, warm and inviting as she nestled up close to you with her arms snaked around your waist as best as she could at that angle. She let out another hum of approval as your hand slid up to her breast and gave it a gentle squeeze, letting her know just what kind of mood you were in. She always asked how you were every morning, sometimes she’d let you tell her on your own, but this morning you just wanted to feel close to her and get lost in her. 

Tiffany smiled and threw her head back as you continued your assault on her neck while your hand went from squeezing her chest, but shortly after, your fingers gently pinched her nipple and rolled it between your thumb and index finger. You had learned how to press all of her buttons just right, and the same was to say about you, Tiffany knew you almost as well as yourself, that’s why you both got on so well since that night. 

“Mhm, I can see why you’d wanna skip breakfast, then,” she chimed in as she ran her fingers through your hair and pulled you into a kiss. When you wanted to protest since you wanted HER to feel good, she pushed you away, crawled onto you, and straddled your hips as she helped your hands in hers. “Let me take care of you, sweet face.”

“Tiff,” you groaned with a small smile, “you always take care of me!”

“Because you deserve it, Gina, you always deserve to have a smile on that sweet face of yours.” 

Your fingers began to play with hers and your headspace became sort of muddled now, all because she was right, that’s all she did was take care of you. And she would always remind you that you were worth it no matter how you felt or what others would say, she loved seeing you smile whenever you were in the room. And she was always supportive of you, no matter what you set your mind to, you treasured that so much. So when you were staring at her so long without saying much, she cupped your cheek and rubbed the pad of her thumb across your skin.

“Hey, you okay?” Her voice was low, soft, angelic.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. Just thinkin’,” you smiled. “Thinking about when you found me at my lowest. And also thinking about how far I've come since then, and you’ve been a huge help.”

Tiffany’s face softened at the mention of it, and if things would have been different that night, if you would have stayed home or would have done something more irrational than just getting lost in a rainstorm, you wouldn’t be here, you wouldn’t be with her. You wouldn’t be finding that happiness. It was a big deal for you, and most times you didn’t know how to explain it to her, how could you? But when you looked at her, it was like she knew, she knew what you’d been thinking, she was magical to you. 

You leaned forward and captured her lips in yours, your eyelids fluttered closed, and you enjoyed her here with you. When you pulled away, you just stared at her and smiled. “Tiff, I love you a lot, I hope you know that. And I don’t know where I’d be without you if you hadn’t gotten to me first. I just can’t tell you how much I appreciate all you’ve done for me, I don’t deserve you.” The smile that was on your face was so genuine that it even made Tiff smile wide.

She began to sniffle and suddenly wiped away at her eye as she turned to face away from you. “Aww baby, why’d you have to go and make me so emotional this early?” She sniffed again and looked back at you. 

All you could do was laugh as you reached out and wiped her tears for her, then kissed both of her cheeks. “I just like reminding you, that’s all. But if you wanna make breakfast, I won’t stop you, I’ll help out.”

Tiff sat up and slowly stretched out her arms as she looked back at you over her shoulder. “You're gonna be my little helper today? How exciting! Then I can finally teach you how to make my blueberry muffins.” She pulled her legs up to her chest, the blanket barely covering her body as she continued to just look over at you with that smile on her face. 

“I’ve watched you how to make them, Tiff,” you reminded her, “I just never made ‘em myself.”

“Then guess who’s going to?”

You groaned and shook your head with a laugh. “You KNOW I’m awful with that! I always make a mess of your kitchen.” You plopped your head back down onto the pillow and dreaded trying to make the batter again. It wasn’t hard in the slightest, you just hated messing up the recipe. 

“And it’s easy to clean up, isn’t it? Come on, let’s take a bath, how does that sound?” She pulled at your hand and kissed the tips of your fingers. “It’ll relax us, then we can do the messy part later, and maybe get a little more…messy.” Her eyes brightened at the mere thought of it.

Tiffany was always a very giving lover, but another thing was she loved to cling to you when she was in the mood to do so, especially in the mornings. Waking up next to you was one of her favorite things. Again, she pulled at your hand and giggled excitedly as you gave up and followed her eagerly. There wasn’t much undressing to you minus the underwear you had on, but you could immediately feel her eyes on you. 

When you turned to see her staring, she blushed and looked away. “Sorry, does it still make you nervous when I stare?” She leaned over to start the water and began to fill the tub. 

You shook your head as you looked down at the old scars, you barely looked at them anymore as you traced your finger across them, your eyes glued to them. “No, it used to, but not anymore.” You lifted your head up and gave her a smile. “It doesn’t bother me anymore, I don’t even know when that happened. Strange.”

Tiffany stepped up and wrapped her arms around you, her breasts pushed at your back and you felt a jolt of electricity run through you at the intimate touch. Her hand reached down and traced the old scars as well, but she smiled. “You don’t know how glad it makes me to hear that, doll.” Her lips then peppered your shoulders with light kisses across from one to the other, until suddenly you felt her give you a soft nibble. 

The gasp you made caused her to laugh and spin you around, her hands running up the length of your arms while she suddenly pulled you against her. “The things you can make me do for you, Gina baby, I swear…” Her eyes flitted from your face down to your lips, her tongue reached out and licked your bottom one, then she pulled it with her teeth. She was feeling riled up and wanted to show you how much you made her feel this way, it was only right. 

You sat on the edge of the tub as Tiffany straddled you again, carefully standing as not to put too much pressure on your thighs as she sat there, her bare body felt so cool against your flushed skin while she continued to kiss you. Your hands went to her breasts again and she couldn’t help but let out a little moan as you pushed your face forward and began to kiss at her throat down to her collarbone. She allowed her head to fall back while her hands guided yours down to her thighs, then she guided your hand down to her soaked panties and let out a small laugh when you slowly slipped them beneath the hem to feel her. 

“Feel that? That’s all because of you, baby,” she cooed. 

“And what would you like me to do about that, Tiff?” You asked it playfully, your smile wide as you looked at her with your cheek resting on her chest. “Because I have some ideas, but the water could get cold by the time we’re done.”

She grinned and kissed the tip of your nose. “Or there’s always inside the bath.”

“You think you can wait that long?” You loved to tease her.

She scoffed and placed her hand on her chest. “You think I can’t?”

You shrugged your shoulders and looked at her with a seductive expression. “I don’t know, I guess that’s the whole point, huh? Wanna try it?”

Tiffany sat there and pretended to think, keeping you in suspense as she made it painfully obvious that she couldn’t wait to take you, but you knew that, didn’t you? Another moment ticked by and you looked at her expectantly. 

“Well?” you questioned. “If you wait, then I promise not to complain while baking with you, and I even promise to do all of my dishes this time.” 

She knew you would anyway, you were just like that sometimes, but weren’t all people difficult in one way or another? Tiffany looked down into your gorgeous eyes and forced out an overexaggerated sigh. “Hmph, fine, I was gonna grab some matches for the candles anyway,” she said matter-of-factly and stood from your lap. She blew you a kiss and walked off to go and fetch her matches. 

When she came back, she lit every single wick that was in the bathroom area, and then she placed the television on some music channel on low volume to set the mood, Then the water had just about finished as she poured in some much-needed bubble bath and swirled her arm around in the water. She made a little noise to indicate she was satisfied with the amount of bubbles and then looked over toward you.

“Alright, sweet face, let’s get in.”

You leaned back, albeit more stiffly than you planned, against her chest. She dragged the pads of her freshly manicured fingers up and down your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You took a deep, shuddering breath and sighed with contentment at the feeling she left. 

“Relax,” Tiffany insisted, lips brushing your neck just below your ear. “You’re fine, I got you, I always got you.”

“I know,” you assured her. 

Finally feeling comfortable as the music overtook you, your head leaned back gently against her just in the dip of her neck and shoulder, she wrapped her arms around your middle and pulled you firmly against her. You both sat there in the warmth of the water as Tiffany stroked the top of your head, the swelling feelings you both had were now simmered down as you both just enjoyed the moment. Your arm stretched out behind you, awkwardly placing your arm around her neck, keeping clear of her platinum blonde hair that was done up to avoid getting it wet. Her face gently nuzzled against you and you both sat there for what seemed like ages, just holding one another, basking in the glory of your togetherness. 

A smile played on your lips and you leaned back ever so slightly to make sure she could hear you. “Love you, Tiff,” you murmured gently.

Tiffany hummed happily and kissed the side of your head in response. “Love you too, Gina, doll.” She hummed to the song as she stroked the inside of your arm that hung around her neck, the smile on her face evident as she thought the world of you.  

#tinalbion writings #raffle winner fic #raffle fic #gift fic #tiffany valentine x reader #tiffany valentine imagine #tiffany valentine headcanons #slashers x reader #slashers imagine #slashers headcanons #slashersmasherlover #tiffany valentine #Bride of Chucky

[scary-tingz]

Slashers sorted into categories based on how likely they are to look up your skirt.

Will go out of their way to lift it up and take a peek: BUBBA SAWYER (once he’s comfortable with you), OG Myers, Freddy Krueger, Stu Macher, Brahms Heelshire, Bo Sinclair, Chucky/Charles

Will only look if the opportunity presents itself (you’re high up somewhere, stuck in something, wind blows, etc): RZ Myers, Billy Loomis, Lester Sinclair, Tiffany Valentine, Pearl

Immediately averts their eyes and helps you cover yourself out of respect: Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, JASON VOORHEES

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher fucker #slasher x you #x reader #imagines #slasher #slashers #pearl #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #ghostface #stu macher #billy loomis #tiffany valentine #chucky #charles lee ray #rz michael myers #michael myers #freddy krueger #jason voorhees #brahms heelshire #halloween #slasher imagines #the texas chainsaw massacre the beginning #thomas hewitt x reader

[luvghostie]

╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘/𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘༊*·˚

{𝘎𝘕 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, + 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦}

*ೃ༄ 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

When you called him daddy for the first time it took him aback...and he's a ruthless serial killer- he obviously didn't say anything but the name made him hard just hearing it. The feeling was quite unusual for Michael. The name sent a feeling of pure pleasure throughout his body.

Now you call him daddy any chance you can. No doubt you'll be fucked until you can't think straight anymore.

*ೃ༄ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐲

Baby is a chaotic but fun person to be around. If she finds interest in you, gender and mental state won't affect her. Baby likes you for you, if you were innocent she'd love you even more. Yes, she kills people but she knows something good when she sees it. Even mother Firefly likes you!!

Baby seems like the dominant type as she likes power. So, when you called her mommy it only filled her ego more. She'll be all over you as the name is something that triggers sexual desires. She'll make you say it again finding enjoyment in your humiliation and will fuck you all night long. (Otis most definitely heard you and told you guys to shut the fuck up)

*ೃ༄ 𝐎𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

Let's be honest, you've been calling Otis daddy since you two first got together. His manners and the way he carries himself just give off the vibe. The name ate away at you until you finally said it. Oh boy, the number of times you two fucked that night was unbelievable.

It's like a habit now. Sexual activity or not, it's a slip of the tongue and a nickname you call him 24/7. Baby thinks it's cute but she doesn't want to hear you guys fuck. The poor girl already has trauma from the brief things she's walked in on.

*ೃ༄ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

Spaulding didn't expect you for the kinky type. The innocent-looking ones are always the kinkiest. But, he likes the name and even makes you call him daddy in embarrassing situations. Out in public? You know he'll make you call him it just for humor or to make others uncomfortable.

In the bedroom, the nickname is still a must. Spaulding loves it when he feels in control. Having you a moaning mess saying his favorite new analysis, it's absolutely perfect.

*ೃ༄ 𝐓𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

Look at her, it's no surprise you call her mommy. When you use the nickname she finds it rather flattering. She's had many exes in the past, (Chucky being one of them) who love her dominant side. She knows what she wants and how to get it.

Like Otis, she'll fuck you harder than you possibly could imagine. Reminder, this girl is super freaky and will tease you to the point that you can't take it anymore. That bright pretty smile never leaves her face while you scream her name.

*ೃ༄ 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝

You guys were in the middle of having sex when you accidentally called him daddy. He stopped himself before asking you to repeat what you said. He's been called that name many times, coming from you though, it feels right.

He'll have you call him daddy whenever you need anything. The name makes him feel powerful over you and turns him on so much. I have a good feeling you guys fuck every night because of it.

*ೃ༄ 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

Dollface is a very complicated person. She can be sweet then turn around and eat your heart out. When you guys did have sex, being called mommy was the last thing she expected.

Doll likes the name shockingly. She makes you say it now and then as it makes her happy. However, She won't push you to do anything you don't like. If you want round two or want to make love more often just let her know.

*ೃ༄ 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧

This man will either find it very funny or very sexy. There's no in-between. When you guys do have sex it's always full of new experiences. Once, Art blew an air horn in your ear while you were fixing to cum. You punched the shit out of him which he found absolutely funny.

*ೃ༄𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬

Billy actually asked if you could call him daddy. He'll admit it to you, the word coming from your mouth sounds like heaven. Gosh, say it all the time and he'll fold.

Billy loves seeing you beneath him and when you moan daddy- boy losses all self-respect. He isn't ashamed to ask you what his ‘name’ is. Every time you say anything besides daddy he'll just go faster.

*ೃ༄ 𝐒𝐭𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

Daddy? He never expected you to call him daddy. No one's ever called Stu something like that before. The common, baby, babe, and a nickname they've given him have always been usual. This is a new leaf though and from now on that's the only name he wants you to call him.

#reqs open #ask me anything #headcanon #slashers #art the clown #horror #art the clown x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #baby firefly #baby firefly x reader #otis driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #captain spaulding #doomhead #doomhead x reader #tiffany valentine #tiffany valentine x reader #dollface #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #stu macher #minors look away #18+ fanfic #daddy k!nk #mommy k!nk

[sleepingdeath-slashers]

Ooh so could you do a Tiffany x gender neutral reader where at the scene when tiff had chucky in his cage, she mentions how she got over him and is now dating reader who Tiff just rabbles about them?

And please take your time on this I don’t wanna seem like one of the impatient readers so do your best!

she moved on ; t. valentine hcs

thank you for requesting, anon

reader is assumed as gender neutral

minors please do not interact with my content

she hadn’t thought about her ex in a long time — mourning him for more than long enough when he’d initially passed away before making a point of trying to move on

she’d had plenty of flings over the years — tiffany was incredibly attractive so there was no shortage of men and women ready to hop in bed with her — but nobody ever stayed for long

not until you, that is

you, who was able to make her laugh without any effort

you, who didn’t judge her for her past and helped her take the steps she needed to fully detach herself from chucky

you, who kept a photo of her in your wallet/purse and who would proudly introduce her as your girlfriend to anyone you met

you, who watched all her favourite films with her and who would get wrapped up in the plot without complaining about them being ‘unrealistic’ or ‘silly’

you, who loved her for her mind and her humour and not just her body

you

just you

and yet despite all of that she still couldn’t seem to get away from charles for long because here he was, miraculously not dead and a hell of a lot shorter and more plastic-looking than she remembered

she’d seen his death reported on in the paper

she’d been going to therapy to talk about their relationship and how she was dealing with his loss

she’d moved on and was happy with you — even looking at wedding venues (even if you hadn’t been together very long, but when you know you know)

she’d done everything right and still he’d managed to come back into her life like nothing had happened

it made her angry

it made her sick

so she trapped him in a baby cage and went out for a smoke, ranting with the front door of her trailer open as she made some very pointed gestures and remarks to her ex

how dare he do this to her! how fucking dare he!

who the fuck did he think he was?

why couldn’t he just let her live her life in peace?

couldn’t he see that she was finally — fucking finally — happy after all of the shit he’d put her through?

the sheer audacity had her tonguing the inside of her cheek and reaching for her lighter — she didn’t have enough cigarettes to deal with his shit right now

frankly there weren’t enough cigarettes in the world at all to help her deal with his bullshit, but that was besides the point

she takes a drag from her second cig and now she’s stopped pacing — leaning on the doorframe and facing him head on with more disappointment and sadness that outright animosity

and somehow that scares him more than when she was ranting and raving and screaming at him

she asks why he can’t just let her have one good thing — but it’s not really a question and he knows it and he doesn’t even get to contemplate answering and manipulating her before she continues

she talks about you, about how she’s finally happy for the first time in forever and of course he has to come in and turn it all to shit (she spits the last word like it burns her tongue and continues in a dreamier voice, the ghost of a smile worming its way onto her lips)

‘they’re real sweet, ya know?’ (he doesn’t and she knows it but she continues), ‘they make me happy. we have fun together’

he says that they did too, jumping at the opportunity to reel her back in, but she chokes out a laugh and kicks his baby gate, causing his plastic body to stumble back

she scoffs at him and reaffirms that ‘fun’ doesn’t just mean being an adrenaline junkie — but even then that you don’t put her down or discourage her from doing what she enjoys

you let her have real hobbies, not just ones that benefit you — you even watch cheesy chick flicks with her and, pray tell, when did he ever bother to do the same?

never, that’s when

chucky tries to reel her back in again, recalling the fun they used to have — but he’s already lost

he lost before he even turned up at her front door because tiffany valentine has moved on

she doesn’t just want kink sex and excitement — she dreams of domesticity and marriage and love

her days of blood shed and murder are (mostly) over and have been since she settled down

since she fell in love with you

you with your smiles and your gentle touches and your humour that makes her laugh so hard her cheeks and sides ache

you who reaches out first and who doesn’t leave her high and dry and wanting like charles did

you who she loves, really truly loves, and who she’d never even dream of leaving

so she grabs a bottle of wine and tells chucky to keep on talking — because he may not have a snowball’s chance in hell of winning her over, but by god is it cathartic to watch him beg

… maybe she’d even call you up and give him a live show of every single reason, position and sound why you’re a far sight better than he ever was

#minors dni #sleepingdeath slashers #tiffany valentine #tiffany valentine x reader #gender neutral reader #fluff headcanons #slasher x reader #female x reader #sleepingdeath #fluff #fluff hcs

[the-cannibal]

Poly Chucky and Tiffany headcannons

These two are so chaotic, could you imagine being in a poly relationship with them, it would be great.

Gender neutral reader

So these two argued about if they had a Glenn or a Glenda, right? They argue over who’s side you are on. (Spoiler: you are on no one’s side and think your child is adorable not matter what they are)

Tiff and you ban Chucky from doing any voodoo dark magic anything inside your home.

Cuddling with these two is a bit of a nightmare. They argue a lot. “Tiff! You’re hoggin them!” “Am not! Besides it’s not my fault they like me more!” “GASP YOU TAKE THAT BACK!” “Would you two shut up? I have work tomorrow.”

Tiff and you have to beg Chucky to watch horror movies. “They aren’t realistic!” “Says the one that was a literal doll.” “Y/N!” Cue a wheezing Tiffany.

Tiff would definitely do your make up if you wanted her to! She’d also convince you to help pin Chucky down so she can give him a make over >:3 but don’t worry you cover him in kisses afterwards

The three of you alternate who does dinner. Okay well you and tiff cook, Chucky usually just does takeout which is honestly probably for the best-

Parenting Glenn and Glenda together just yes

If you wanna learn all of Chucky’s magic stuff he will happily teach you. Don’t tell Tiff though

You have double scary dog privilege with these two. No one wants to mess with them.

Both Tiff and Chucky would give you piggy back rides if you want. Chucky might take some more convincing but one kiss later and you are on top his shoulders wearing sunglasses and sipping on your favorite drink.

Date nights? Date nights! Usually it’s something where other people won’t interrupt, like a movie night inside, but they’re always super fun!

That’s all I can think of- anyway I think a relationship with them would be super chaotic and fun

#slasher x reader #slashers x reader #tiff x chucky x reader #chucky x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #tiffany valentine #chucky #poly dolls #I’m calling this poly dolls #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader headcannons

[urfavchaotichotmess]

i’d be on my knees so fast if tiffany valentine gave me the time of day

#chucky #bride of chucky #tiffany valentine #tiffany #slasher #female slashers #urfavslasherslvt #slashers #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader #slasher smut #childs play

[terracebatman]

Jason Vs Chucky

Upcoming fan film that will be posted on YouTube this week.

#chucky syfy #chucky series #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #chucky tv #chucky franchise #chucky season 3 #chucky #jason lives #jason voorhees #jason voorhees imagine #slashers #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees fanart #jason voorhees headcanons #jason voorhees smut #slasher movies #friday 13th #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #fan fiction #fanfic #fandom #fan film

[batztrangem]

What the Slashers Get You For Valentine’s Day 💕

Author's Note: Here’s a small little Valentine’s Day gift for you guys. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings/notes: None, just fluff

Type: Headcanons

Slashers: Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Tiffany Valentine, Art the Clown, Thomas Hewitt, and Harry Warden

Jason Voorhees

• Jason gets you flowers from near the lake.

• He never really cared about holidays like Valentine's Day until you came around.

• He picks enough to make a small bouquet, making sure he gets the best flowers he can find.

• He's not really great at presenting gifts though. He just kind of awkwardly hands them to you.

Michael Myers:

• Nothing.

• Because he's a dick.

• I'm joking, I'm joking....or am I?

• In all seriousness, he really might not get you anything.

• I feel like it will take a lengthy relationship for him to even consider it.

• If he does get you something it'll probably be an assortment of candy.

Tiffany Valentine:

• Tiffany goes all out for Valentine's Day.

• You're getting the works. Cupcakes, candy, roses, pampering, etc.

• She'll be up early getting ready, I guarantee it.

• Someone stop her, she's been baking since 6:00 am.

Art the Clown:

• He'll give you something that's probably evidence of a crime.

• Gift boxes aren't supposed to be leaking, I'm just saying.

• I'm not sure you should accept any presents from him.

• I wouldn't trust anything he cooks either. Not a single thing.

Thomas Hewitt:

• Thomas would probably enlist the help of Luda Mae when it comes to Valentine's Day.

• With her help, he he cooks you a cake that's your favorite flavor.

• There's really no stores for Thomas to go to so handmade items are his forte.

• He'll also give you flowers if he can find them.

Harry Warden:

• Harry is very cheesy when it comes to Valentine's Day.

• Expect hand written love notes and a card.

• He'll also throw in box of chocolates. The holiday isn't complete without chocolate.

• He's totally going to steal your chocolate by the way.

#slasher #slashers #horror movie slashers #horror #fanfiction #slasher community #reader insert #horror headcanons #slashers x reader #wattpad #michael myers #slashers x y/n #thomas hewitt #horror fandom #jason vorhees #horror community #tiffany valentine #tiffany valentine x reader #art the clown #art the clown x y/n #Harry warden #jason voorhes x reader #art the clown x reader #headcanons #fluff #valentine #valentines day

[loveandmurders]

Headcanon of Tiffany Valentine Falling in Love with a Childhood Friend Who Unlike Chucky Is an Awesome Guy and All Women Like Him How Would She Deal With This Infatuation and the Fact that He's Married?

Hello there, thank you so much for this request! This is actually my first male reader fic so I really hope it'll be alright <3

Enjoy <3

IN LOVE WITH THE MARRIED GUY

Warnings: no proof reading, a few strong words, mentions of murders and violence, toxic relationships, mentions of sexual themes, manipulative, dark and violent Tiffany, angst.

Tiffany had always known you, since kindergarten, and she had always kept you in a corner of her mind. 

The kindness you showed her gave her comforting memories for when her life was shitty and for when she felt unloved and alone.

She hadn’t known tenderness and softness a lot in her life, so the thought you had been there for her at some point, made her feel better. 

And a little bit sad she wasn’t currently in your arms. Even when she was in Charles’.

But you weren’t in the same world anymore. She was in a dark one in which she killed to survive and for fun, when you were in a more normal one.

You used to be such good friends when you were children, but as you grew up you took different paths and your relationship got a little more distant.

When Charles was around, he forbade her to keep calling you. 

He was jealous.

He didn’t like how you could always make her laugh and smile. He didn’t like how happy she seemed when she was with you. He was a possessive man and more than once he thought about killing you.

Because of that, she lost track of you. She didn’t want Charles to do anything to you, so she did her best to protect you.

You moved in with your wife somewhere else you used to and you changed your phone number through the years she spent away from you as well. 

She didn’t know where to find you anymore. And you didn’t know what she had become either.

You sometimes thought about her and you hoped she was doing well, because you believed she deserved a lot better than what she had.

When Charles disappeared from her life, she felt how empty it was without you. It was like a hole in her chest. 

She thought a lot about you. Daydreaming of you in her bath, sometimes touching herself as well. She was idealising and fantasising you.

You were the perfect man for her.

But she had no idea how to find you and get you back in her life.

One day, fate seemed to be on her side, for once. 

She was in the street, looking at the shop windows. She couldn’t really buy anything but she still enjoyed having a look at all the goods in the city.

It was when she saw you. You were getting out of another store.

She thought she was dreaming. She couldn’t stop herself from walking to you and greeting you with a little wink and happy smile.

You recognised her right away and you brightly smiled back at her. You started to chat together in the middle of the street.

She flirted a little with you, testing the water. But you didn’t seem to notice it, or if you did, you never answered it.

She saw the ring around your finger. 

“Oh yes, I got married three years ago. We bought a house too. I guess I’m having a quiet little life now, but I like it and I love my wife, so everything is alright. What about you? Are you still with… hmm Charles, right?”

She felt like her world crumbled down. Of course a great guy like you got married.

“I always thought you’d left this town to have adventures.” she gently teased, not answering about Charles. She wanted to forget about him.

“Oh well yeah, adventures are good for kids. We enjoy to travel with my wife, but I won’t do anything too stupid anymore” you smiled

Tiffany was heartbroken but she couldn’t show it to you. 

She hated how things had changed while you were apart from each other. She hated all the time she lost with you. She hated that you had a wife.

But she was more than determined to change that. She wanted to be part of your life once again.

You exchanged your numbers and you started to spend time together once again.

She met your wife and she seemed very nice to her, no matter how deep down she hated her with everything she had. She wasn’t too sure how she was going to do it, but she was going to kill her.

Tiffany was certain that when your wife would be out of the picture, she could very easily seduce you. After all, you were soulmates, she thought. And she was obsessed with you.

You had never had a romantic or sexual relationship with her before, you were just very close friends.

But now she wanted more, she wanted you all to herself. She wanted something good in her life for once, and you were definitively it.

You were handsome, kind and smart. You apparently liked to be married, and she would be more than happy to be your new wife.

You just didn’t know it yet.

However, your wife noticed that Tiffany seemed very intense with you and it was worrying her a little bit, even though she wasn’t worried you would cheat on her because you weren’t like that.

You were a good husband to her.

But you absolutely didn’t understand when your wife was thinking Tiffany could be a menace to your marriage. Tiffany was so adorable to you and you remembered the bright little girl she used to be. You just thought she had a hard life, but it didn’t make her a bad person.

Of course, you had no idea about all the murders and dark rituals.

What needed to happen, happened.

Your wife died.

Tiffany was smart and you never suspected her. How could you when she was so supportive of you?

She helped you with the funerals and with everything, always by your side with gentle words to comfort you.

She even started to sleep in your spare bedroom so you didn’t stay on your own.

She didn’t like to see you that upset and she was worried you would do something stupid if you stayed alone… Like meeting another woman.

She spent months manipulating you and being all soft and cute with you, taking care of you like a sister, a mother, a… lover.

You had drunk a little the night you first had sex with her.

You were still quite depressed about what happened to your wife. But you also needed comfort and it was difficult to resist a woman like Tiffany, so hot and so caring when she wanted to be.

The moment she ended up in your bed, she thought she had won.

The next morning, you tried to explain to her that it was a terrible mistake, that you just lost your wife and that you couldn’t be that kind of man.

You told her you loved her but not like that.

But it was too late.

You were hers now. And she was going to make sure you would never forget about it.

Even if it meant keeping you locked up in the house basement and to break you until you would realise how much you were meant to each other.

Until, you would finally propose to her, so you could live happily ever after.

#child's play x reader #child's play headcanons #child's play #tiffany valentine x y/n #tiffany valentine headcanons #tiffany valentine x reader #tiffany valentine x s/o #tiffany valentine x you #female slasher #slasher x s/o #slasher x you #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher headcanons #female slasher x s/o #female slasher x you #female slasher x reader #female slasher x y/n #female slasher headcanons

[frenziedslashers]

On a spree on asking this- what do you think some of the characters you write for smell like?

What I think Slashers and Borderlands Characters smell like:

Thomas Hewitt: Sweat, Dirt, Blood.

I love Tommy, but this man looks stinky </3 he looks like what I smell like after a long day of hunting, tracking, and killing a deer which is no Bueno. Honestly, he looks like he smells worse. So I rate him 1/10. I do believe he would shower for you though.

Tiffany Valentine: Honey and Sweet Perfume.

Mommy 👁👁- I truly believe that she smells SO GOOD. Like bury my face in her skin good. She just looks like she takes good care of herself when it comes to appearance and she just smells yummy. She does smoke so there may be a faint cigarette smell to her, but I feel like her perfume over powers it, but in the best way. Not in a "I can't be around her because of how stronger her perfume is" way. I give her infinity/10. I want to smell her so bad.

Otis Driftwood: Blood, beer, and weed.

I truly think this man is as smelly as Thomas. He doesn't look like he takes care of himself too well when he is working on his projects. Though his hair did look fairly soft? Not too greasy? So he might shower and clean up fairly well when not working on his art. Homie reeks of weed and beer 24/7 though. I rate him 4/10. He's higher than Tommy because weed is a comfort smell of mine due to family smoking it a lot since I was small 💀👍

Baby Firefly: perfume, liquor, and weed

She takes more showers and uses more deodorant and perfume than Otis, though she still has a faint blood smell to her. She makes sure to clean herself up real well after her projects. Especially since she seems to lure a lot of people in. Can't be smelling like death if you wanna have more friends to torture. She also likes smelling good in general, but does smell like liquor and weed. I rate her 8/10.

Stu Macher: Cheap Cologne and Old Spice

I love Stu, but he buys the cheapest Cologne and Old Spice. I know he has money or whatever, but that doesn't stop this dingbat from acting like a highschool boy. I would eat up that smell though. All the hot guys in my area smell like this. 9/10

Billy Loomis: Leather, Cigarettes, and again... Cheap Cologne.

Homie smells like the bad boy type. Got the leather and cheap Cologne type smell going on. I feel like he steals Stu's Cologne because he likes the smell but is too lazy to go and buy his own lmao. 7/10 because I hate the smell of cigarettes.

Michael Myers: stanky. Death.

I feel like they didn't let him bathe in the institution so he just kind of lives his life smelling like death himself. Please, Mikey, take a shower. I will wash your hair for you. -2/10

RZ Myers: even worse than OG Mikey...

I love you RZ Myers, but Holy Jebus... have you ever seen a bar of soap? No? Fuck. Idk guys, he looks like a mess. Probably why I like him tbh. I would MAKE him shower. Idc if he tries to stab me. The STENCH of this man. How does he sneak up on people? -4/10

Bo Sinclair: Cologne, beer, and oil

Ugh he is such a comfort smell LMAO I associate him with the mechanic smell and my dad's and ex mechanic so Bo would be straight up nostalgic if I smelt him. I feel like he does take good care of himself. He seems like a tidy guy. Gotta smell good if you wanna keep tourists in town. 9/10 only because of the beer smell. I hate beer.

Vincent Sinclair: Cologne, burnt wax, maybe slight death lmao

He smells okay. It truly depends how his week is going. If he's lost in his art or not feeling the best mentally he may not shower as much as he should be. He does like keeping clean and smelling good, but damn. That's hard sometimes, y'know? He tried his best, but he doesn't smell horrible. 8/10, but he's a king so that's fine.

Lester Sinclair: Old Spice, but also B/O and Death.

I love Lester SO MUCH but FUCK he smells bad on his work days. I hc that he showers every night, but during the day that he's working he reeks. Not only is it hot as balls so he's sweating buckets, but he's also picking up dead roadkill so the stench just attaches to him. As a farm kid, if you're wet. From sweat, the hose, or even just from freshly taking a shower. That's when smells seem to leech onto you the most. I HATED taking care of hogs for that reason. 5/10 on his stinky days and 9/10 on his good days.

Brahms Heelshire: mold

I literally cannot explain it. He looked musty in the movie. I mean he lives in the wall... IN THE WALL. He has to have this musty old man smell that would have me scrubbing the house ceiling to floor and then dunking him in the tub. -10/10 because I am deathly allergic to mold.

Borderlands-

Mordecai: Rakk Ale, bird, and gun powder.

I love him, but he doesn't take care of himself well. (I could help him though...) he drinks all the time and his only friend is his bird so he's gotta be stinky. Like a bar and a zoo in one. Plus as a sniper he smells like metal and gun powder. 2/10 for Mordie Mom.

Scooter: Oil, Gasoline, anything related to Mechanics.

He is a Mechanic, in every game he is in he has a streak of oil on his face or SOMEHWERE on his person. He just looks like he'd smell like the mechanic shop. I love the little guy but he needs a bath. I would happily help him with one, too. 4/10.

Krieg: Death.

Literally nothing else. He is stinky and that's that. He knows it too. Part of him hates it, and the other half doesn't care because he's a psycho and all. I would help him with a shower if he asked. Or with just personal care, I feel so bad for the guy. 2/10

Rhys: Expensive Cologne and metal.

Idk, he just looks like these two things. I wanna stick my face in his neck and smell him though LMAO I love him so much(only without his weird mustache thing) but ugh I would again, just feed off of the Cologne smell this guy let off. 10/10

Brick: Sweat, Dirt, and guns

He is a stinky big man, but that's what makes him him. He is a bounty hunter and then pretty much a psycho leader thing after all. How is he supposed to regularly shower? He would if he was asked to by Tina or say you, but he doesn't do it a lot. Only because he's always on the move and it's so hard to. 4/10.

Moxxi: Alcohol, but also the sweetest Perfume

MOMMY- I mean... She smells very good. She has the bar stench that kind of lingers on her, but in the best way, y'know? It mixes with her perfume and she smells like Pandoras most intoxicating cocktail. Like you.could get drunk off of just her smells. I can see why Mordie and Jack aren't entirely over her tbh.

Zer0: leather and outdoors

This guy is so mysterious and I love them for it. I think they smell like leather due to their suit and also outdoorsy. Not in a stinky way, but like. He just smells like outside. Like he blends in with his surroundings, because he does.

#thomas hewitt headcanons #tiffany valentine headcanons #otis driftwood headcanons #baby firefly headcanons #stu macher headcanons #billy loomis headcanons #bo sinclair headcanons #lester sinclair headcanons #vincent sinclair headcanons #rz michael myers headcanons #michael myers headcanons #bl scooter headcanons #bl mordecai headcanons #bl brick headcanons #bl rhys headcanons #bl zero headcanons #bl moxxi headcanons

[peachyfuck18]

Horror Icons as rulers of/or the Planets in order

Based off an au by me & @scionofthehellpriest

Stu Macher-Prince of The Sun

Symbolizes: Ego, Basic Personality, Consciousness, Vitality, Stamina

Billy Loomis- Prince of The Moon

Symbolizes: Unconsciousness, Emotions, Instincts, Habits, Moods

Herbert West-King of Mercury

Symbolizes: Mind, Communication, Intellect, Reason, Language, Intelligence

Tiffany Valentine-Queen of Venus

Symbolizes: Attraction, Love, Relationships, Art, Beauty, Harmony

Ash Williams-King of Mars

Symbolizes: Aggression, Sex, Action, Desire, Competition, Courage, Passion

Patrick Bateman-King of Jupiter

Symbolizes: Luck, Growth, Expansion, Optimism, Abundance, Understanding

Steve Harrington-King of Saturn

Symbolizes: Structure, Law, Restriction, Discipline, Responsibility, Obligation, Ambition

Hannibal Lector-King of Uranus

Symbolizes: Eccentricity, Unpredictable Changes, Rebellion, Reformation

Elisa Esposito-Queen of Neptune

Symbolizes: Dreams, Intuition, Mysticism, Imagination, Delusions

Amanda Young-Queen of Pluto

Symbolizes: Transformation, Power, Death, Rebirth, Evolution

#slashers #slasher headcanons #scream 1996 #ghostface #billy loomis #stu macher #reanimator #herbert west #bride of chucky #tiffany valentine #evil dead #ash williams #american psycho #patrick bateman #stranger things #steve harrington #hannibal #hannibal lecter #shape of water #elisa espocito #saw 2004 #amanda young #astrology

[naturesapphic]

Olivia Benson and GPReader

Olivia benson has a vibrator in her pussy all day that reader controls .

R is not with Olivia in the day, but she can still up and down the vibrations.

Olivia cums in front of evryone without them noticing more than once.

When home, pussy wrecked and dripping like crazy it hurts, begs R to fill her she can't think straight Olivia squirts

I wouldn’t mind doing this request but I’ve seen a lot of things pointed towards people writing g!p and how people don’t like them writing it because it’s transphobic so I’m asking anyone especially the trans community is it okay for people to do g!p? Or anyone who’s not g!p idk I just don’t want to make anyone upset or do something that’s transphobic

Im just confused and don’t want to upset anyone

#olivia benson x pregnant!fem!reader #olivia benson x fem!reader #olivia benson x you #olivia benson fluff #olivia benson one shot #olivia benson x reader #olivia benson headcanon #mariska hargitay x reader #mariska hargitay imagine #mariska hargitay #scarlett johansson x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #lady dimitrescu x female reader #clarke griffin x fem!reader #lauren jauregui x reader #lorraine warren x fem!reader #jade west x reader #hanna marin x fem!reader #tiffany valentine x fem!reader

[sarxzu]

Early 80's moments ♡ ↳ previous part

#okay i'm obsessed with them #especially the thought of them when they meet for the first time #i kinda like both ways that they either know each other since childhood (very banger headcanon) or just meet early 80's #love them together sm. #the perfect match made in hell #chiffany #chucky x tiffany #human!chiffany #child's play #chucky #bride of chucky #chucky series #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #jennifer tilly #brad dourif

[luvghostie]

Slashers reaction to S/o singing WAP and dancing

I love requests like this!! You just made my day<3

╰┈➤𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐒/𝐎

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆.ೃ࿐

{𝘎𝘕 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, + 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦}

*ೃ༄ 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

Michael was cleaning his knife when he heard music. He looked around the whole house before spotting you dancing in the room you shared. That's when the lyrics hit him- “wet what now?” he thought.

Michael is very old so a song that says wet ass pussy a lot will be very new to him. Don't think he doesn't find your dancing sexy as hell though. It's just, who the fuck made the song?

It takes you a while before noticing he's behind you. Good thing you aren't a victim, your ass would've been dead. Now, two things could happen. He'll either walk away like he didn't see anything or he'll put them hips to work;)

*ೃ༄ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐲

Baby will be dancing with you no matter where it's at. She didn't know WAP previously, however, it's now her favorite song. Mother Firefly will even encourage you guys on dancing and having fun together. Granted, she doesn't know the song but go for it kiddos!!

You definitely have danced together in the shower before. With and without clothes on. Tiny had to mop up the water you dripped getting out (he still hasn't gotten over it, like how do clothes hold that much water?!)

Baby also spends most of her money on dancing outfits for you and her. There is a stage baby usually has her special performance on. Now, it's for the two of you and whatever unique thing you come up with as a couple.

*ೃ༄ 𝐎𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

When he hears the song it causes him to laugh harder than ever. People make songs about anything nowadays huh?

Otis watches you dance for hours on end. Just know you'll be having to show him your moves in the bedroom as well. If it helps he'll turn on music for you to get the rhythm and courage going again.

Whenever Baby or you play WAP now he forever thinks of messing up your insides. Yes, Baby knows all the lyrics to that song now. The Firefly house has many rooms but thin walls.

*ೃ༄ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

Spaulding can be pissed at times but other times he's a really fun guy. It's not your fault though, he just hates his job. If you catch him in a good mood he'll watch you dance for a bit. Soon enough he'll try to copy some of the moves to make you giggle.

If you catch him at a bad time though he'll make fun of you for personal gain.

Later that night when he's had time to cool off just ask him about it. It'll mean a lot to him to have someone interested about his feelings and his day.

*ೃ༄ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞

Brahms has no idea about what WAP means. Honestly, it's better if you don't tell him anyways. He still likes the way you dance and match the beat. It makes him feel funny... which basically means he wants that ass.

Brahms will get shy and try to hide his face from you. You caught him staring and now he's embarrassed. Give him a kiss though and everything will be A-okay.

*ೃ༄ 𝐓𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

Tiffany loves when you participate in the little things she does. You guys steal together, kill together, sleep together, all the fun makings of every good couple. Seeing you smiling and dancing, she knew she must join in.

You'll have to teach Tiff the moves and some of the lyrics first. She loves to learn new things from you and is a hands-on learner.

Once you finish the song and are done with choreography she'll confess something. “I found dancing together kinda hot actually” she's now thought of a great new foreplay.

*ೃ༄ 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

Dollface will support you 100% when you dance to any song. She'll even throw dollar bills at you. It's one thing when she does it, but if someone else chimes in she'll cut their throat open. No fucks with her S/o.

When the funhouse opens up you can have your own room to dance in if you wish. Anyone that touches or makes crude remarks just let Doll know!!

*ೃ༄ 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧

When art saw you dancing he pushed you aside. He's been waiting for so long to bust these moves and teach you how to truly dance. Don't make fun of him trying to twerk though he'll give the silent treatment. Not like he can talk anyways... but still.

If you don't mind Art popping his clownussy then go ahead and start dancing with him. I promise, he won't push you aside this time. Just don't steal his spotlight or he'll pout.

*ೃ༄ 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝

Just like Otis, he'll watch you dance for hours. Doomhead finds you very beautiful and your body is something he desires all the time. Seeing you dancing, shit, he couldn't control himself.

From now on doom will have you dance/strip for him before having sex. Night, day, outside, inside, he'll fuck you senseless.

Doom also carries a photo of your body in his wallet. He doesn't show anyone the picture since your his and it's not their business.

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