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slasherscream · 3 months

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Crazy Ass Girls Gang ft. what type of yandere are they

warnings: yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Tiffany Valentine / clingy, obsessive, manipulative

You'd better be damn sure you want to be with Tiffany before you ever bring up dating her because there is no escape once you've embarked on the exciting journey of being her romantic partner.

But if we're being honest you never really had a choice. You think you met organically? Became close by fate? No, Tiffany saw you and wanted you and decided to have you.

It was love at first sight on her part.

You'll be friends for a few months as she weaves the inescapable web around you. Best friends, actually. You'll tell her absolutely everything about yourself. Learn everything about her in turn. It's pure bliss to have a friend like Tiffany. Supportive, charming, affectionate.

You can tell she loves you more than anything. Loves you more than anyone else has ever loved you before, and she isn't afraid to show it.

You probably already had a partner when you met Tiffany. She was heartbroken when you first told her. The heartbreak didn't last long. Why cry over spilled milk? She wants to take it slow with you anyways, make sure that this time every aspect of the life you build together will be perfect.

She's come in too heavy before. You can't rush perfection, her mother always told her. For you, the lesson is finally worth learning.

Everything can be a tool. In the right hands. And Tiffany's hands? Why, they're incredibly skilled. She uses your soon-to-be-ex as a diving board for your upcoming relationship with her. Even if you'd been perfectly content with the relationship until you met Tiffany, suddenly everything is awful.

Tiffany points out every mistreatment. Every cancelled date. Every strange tone they used when talking to you. Every shitty, unoriginal gift. Every moment they weren't enthusiastic enough about good news you had to share.

It gets to the point where you can't even look at them half the time. You'll end dates with your partner early just to go spend more time with Tiffany: "What do you think they meant when they said that, Tiff?" / "I think they forgot who they were talking to, sweetheart! They're lucky I wasn't around or I would've cut out their tongue."

Tiffany has you so wrapped around her finger she's not even the one who suggests the break up. She was still going to wait a month or two before she began to truly push.

But when you show up at her doorstep in the middle of the night, holding flowers and her favorite takeout, rambling about how you've been so blind and it's always been Her...

Well, she has to smile as she pulls you in, savoring the last first kiss your lips will ever gift another soul.

She almost forgot how good she is at getting what she wants.

Jordan Li / protective, obsessive, lucid

You're so sweet. It was the first thought Jordan remembers having about you. The beginning of the end. They haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that one fatal moment.

Jordan has plenty of other things to think about. Things that should outclass you in importance easily. Their ranking, Brink's careful mentoring, their grades. They tell themselves that it all still matters more than you but they know they're lying to themselves.

It scares them a little, how much they actually think about you. Not a minute can go by without their thoughts drifting to you.

Did you eat today? / Your next class is in ten minutes, let me walk you, I've got the time. / You were running out of your favorite perfume. Got you a new bottle. / You look upset. Did someone fucking say something to you?

They can't help the way they hover around you during every spare moment they can find.

Jordan knows your schedule by heart to maximize the amount of time you can spend together. It's a balancing act they have to play with their brain for the simplest of tasks: you can spend the rest of the day with Y/N but you have to finish grading these essays first.

They can't function properly when they go too long without you. They swing on their sparring partners too hard. Stare at the clock during lectures instead of listening. They rip textbooks and snap pens by holding them too tight.

Sometimes they have to give up and call you. If they can't go and see you for whatever reason the sound of your voice makes it better. Hearing you talk, the sound of you breathing, laughing. It helps. Calms the buzz beneath Jordan's skin. They dial your contact, glaring into space as they wait for you to pick up. As soon as you do their body relaxes.

They recognize that their behavior isn't normal. Always needing to know where you are, who you're with. Feeling sick when they don't know.

You're like a drug for Jordan. They know you're an addiction, the way you've crawled under their skin. No high on earth compares, and Jordan has fucking compared them all. They pull you into their lap, as close as they can get you and it's never enough. Nothing is ever enough.

"Please don't fucking go anywhere, yeah?" Jordan will mumble into the skin of your neck. Their grip on you is too tight, face twisted at the desperation they feel. It's not pillow talk. They're begging. Genuinely. They'd do anything to keep you this close, always.

"Of course not, Jordie." You coo back. They close their eyes and pretend the words are enough. Nothing ever is.

Nancy Downs / delusional, possessive, obsessive

As soon as Nancy wants you there's no other option for you besides her. You can either choose to go along with it or you can fight it.

Fighting against her is like fighting against the tide, though. You can tread water for awhile. Keep your head afloat, sure. But eventually you'll get tired. Nature wins. Besides, fighting against Nancy becomes unpleasant fast. Being hers is so much nicer. She's gentler that way, kinder.

You're allowed to have friends, she doesn't isolate you completely.

It's just your old friends sucked. They didn't appreciate you. Didn't look out for you. Selfish users just like everyone else. Moths are always drawn to the light, and she'll kill every moth that strays a little too close to you, before it ever gets a chance to singe itself on your warmth. It's a mercy, really. Living a life in the darkness and having one brief moment in the sun is miserable. Nancy should know. It almost drives her crazy when you're not around. If you ever left she'd want to be put out of her misery too.

Her coven, though? They're perfect. Her coven is a family. And you were the last missing piece of it.

Anything about your old life, the life before her, can be viewed as a threat at a moment's notice. Family. Friends. Memories you speak of a little too fondly. Even a hobby could do it. She wants your focus to be her. It's only fair, her only focus is you.

Even when she's not around. Even when you're completely alone you swear you can feel her eyes on you. Her magic drifting against your skin as if she was sitting right beside you.

Nancy's intensity can be scary but she makes anyone else's love seem dull in comparison.

Who else could love you like she does? Who else would die for you? Nancy wouldn't even have to think about it first. All she asks in return is for you to do the same. Live for her. Dedicate every breathe in your lungs to her.

It's not so hard, she'll lead by example.

Jennifer Check / manipulative, possessive, clingy

She couldn't give a shit about anyone else but you. Somehow you managed to sneak your way into her heart and she can't let go of you. Won't let go of you. You're the only thing that's keeping that small, soft, human part of her alive. You dragged that bit of her back from the grave she put it in, actually. So it wouldn't be fair for you to try and leave, after you made her weak again. Human again.

Her world revolves around you. Her priorities are her next meal and you. Of course she gets pissed off if you don't reciprocate her energy. Look at her, how could you ever put anything above her?

Jennifer wants you to be everything to each other, though she won't say it out loud. It shows in her actions.

You belong to her. Every version of yourself that exists in the world should belong to her. The version of you that you are when you're someone's best friend. When you're someone's partner. It's all hers. She won't let anyone else take root in your life in a role that she can fill. She'll do a better job anyways.

The enormity of her ego and the way she clings might seem at odds. She thinks she's a God walking amongst fucking cattle. But she sticks to you like a second skin. A hand always at your waist. Her lips always chasing yours, whining when you don't give in fast enough, when you don't melt like she does. Her grip iron clad when you hold hands. If you pull away too soon from a hug, from a kiss, she bites, she holds on with claws.

She coos at the marks she leaves on your skin and kisses all the scratches and bruises she leaves better. / "I'm sorry baby, you know I hate letting you go."

Carrie White / idolizer, protective, selfless

Not in her wildest dreams did Carrie think anyone could be as kind as you. People are cruel. Their first instinct is to cause hurt before they'll ever reach out a hand to help, to shield, to love.

But you're not like that at all. You're something ripped straight from a fairy-tale. The rare ones that her Mother let her read, that weren't hiding devil worship between their poetic words.

You're so patient with her. So gentle. You treat her like glass. You hold her close, and kiss her soft, and cup her face in your hands that are always so warm.

You say you love her in a breathless way, every time. Like even expressing how much you care makes you dizzy. As if she overwhelms you. She feels dizzy herself as she hangs on your every honeyed word. Clings to you every time you reach out your hands to hold her.

Carrie doesn't know if she believes in God nowadays, but if she did you'd be an angel sent straight from heaven. A gift, maybe, to make up for all the years of torment she endured from everyone she'd ever known.

She'd think you were some kind of God yourself, if you had any sort of abilities like her. But you don't. You walk around doing what's right, being good down to the marrow of your very bones just because it's who you are. You greet the world with your fists raised and you're only human, and it scares Carrie so much.

You're the last decent person alive and you'll throw yourself onto any pyre you see if it means doing what's right. Carrie loves that about you. It terrifies her.

So Carrie throws herself into the ring with you. Your sweet, gentle Carrie who you're always trying to protect. But Carrie doesn't need your protection. She's not the helpless little girl she used to be. She won't let anything hurt either of you, from now on. For the rest of your lives you'll be safe, happy. Together. Carrie would burn the world to ash if it meant not a scratch would befall you.

"You're an angel, Y/N. The most wonderful angel God ever made."

Ginger Fitzgerald / possessive, impulsive, protective,

Sometimes Ginger wishes everyone else in the world would disappear, besides the two of you. They're a hindrance.

She feels insane when she watches you. She feels her claws come out and makes herself bleed as she fights against the instinct to rip out every tongue that speaks to you, and every pair of eyes that's ever looked into yours.

She shivers when you claim her. The only time she enjoys being around other people now is when you're introducing her: "This is Ginger, my girlfriend." "This is Ginger, my partner." "This is Ginger, my best friend." "This is Ginger, my everything."

She loves being yours. Relishes in the way you say the word mine. She wants to lick the words from your mouth, the weight of your total ownership over her sweet and poisonous.

She wonders if you get the same pleasure from belonging to her. She wants you to. She wants to carve her name into your skin with her claws and have you moan at the first sharp sting of the letter G.

It's primal, the way she wants you. Beyond anything humans have words for. She leaves her scent on your skin and wants to growl when you wash it away with artificial soaps and perfumes. She sucks bruises into every inch of you that anyone else could see.

She wants you to do the same. Wants to roll onto her back and expose her neck, and have you bite so hard you draw blood.

Ginger's wanting comes with teeth. What she is demands she sinks her teeth into things, that she draws blood. Even when she loves you. Because she loves you, maybe. She needs to leave a mark on you. She needs to always be there. She needs the same from you.

Needs you to leave scars on her that she can touch when you're not around. Proof that you were there. Proof that you're coming back. You don't carve your name into things and then abandon them. When you own things you keep them.

When you're gone the world goes dim and cold. She couldn't survive in a world without you. She wouldn't even attempt it. What would be the fucking point?

"We're a pair. We belong to each other. Always, yeah?"

#crazy ass girls gang #tiffany valentine x reader #jordan li x reader #jordan li imagine #tiffany valentine imagine #jennifer check x reader #jennifer check imagine #ginger fitzgerald x reader #carrie white x reader #nancy downs x reader #thank you ty and oak for helping me place these guys i was in the trenches #im still in the trenches right now because im down BAD i want them all in a way that #MUST be studied by scientists this shit ain't normal #sorry if this makes me look gay it's because i am #got a little lost in the sauce with ginger HELLO???

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slashingdisneypasta · 7 months

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Imagine 💜 ;

Can you just imagine the absolute emotional overload you would feel when Tiffany one day tries to fuck you? And you know it's happening, too, because you come home to lit candles, and her lips a little more intimate on your neck then usual, and her fingers exploring down further, and a black strap on by the bed. You know she only sleeps with the people she's actually in love with and honestly you never thought she would get over Chucky- you were fine with that. You were just happy to spend the time with her and treat her good; make her feel so appreciated. Make her smile. She loved you but she wasnt in love with you. And you were happy with that ^^ But now she wants you?? Like she really, really w a n t s you?? And that means-

That means-

Oh boy this is gonna be an emotional night. You've never cried during sex before but oh lordy boy maybe tonight is that embarrassing night-

(Don't worry she wouldn't mind. She loves you and thinks you're perfect. She'll kneel there with you in her sexy lingerie reasy to wreck you and wipe your eyes so gently with a tissue, and her thumb, and giggle at you; happy you seem to be responding so well to this, her version of a confession. And you are just so cute! We'll take our time, sweet thing! I aint gonna be done with you for a while, anyway~ )

#Imagine #Tiffany Valentine #Tiffany Valentine x Reader #Tiffany Valentine Imagine #Tiffanh Valentine x Reader Imagine #Slashers #Slasher Imagine #Slashers x Reader

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lightofthemoonglow · 9 months

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Smut Dialogue Prompts That Make Me Feral

11“Louder. Let me hear you.

Tiffany Valentine

Notes: typed while wearing a brace on my hand, so there’s that.

The ropes tug at the flesh of your wrists, rubbing the flesh raw. There will be marks later, it feels like everyone will know what you were doing tonight. What Tiffany can get you to do. You’re tied to the bed with rope that she had made you pick out yourself. She had whispered the order to you, leaving a trace of lipstick on the shell of your ear. Her hand had slid down and squeezed your ass, right there in the middle of Home Depot.

The sound of rain hitting the roof of the trailer is the perfect background noise. Tiffany comes up from between your legs, licking her lips as lightning illuminates the room, lighting her up perfectly. It almost gives her a vaguely blue tint as she begins to slide up your body. Grinning wickedly, she slides her hand between your trembling legs, finding your clit almost instantly. She knows your body so well that it’s almost unfair.

“Louder, sweet girl,” she whispers in your ear, fingers rubbing your clit slowly, teasingly. One finger slips inside, which doesn’t feel like enough. But it’s all she’s going to give you until you do what she wants. “Let me hear you.”

That’s going to be tricky, considering the gag in your mouth

“If you’re good, I’m going to fuck you just the way you like. Make you scream all night long. Do you want that, baby?” Tiffany coos in your ear as she adds another finger, her other hand going to your throat. She squeezes almost imperceptibly as she fingers you. A sob passes your lips as your girlfriend keeps talking. “Maybe we’ll go to that place in the city. I know you liked it last time, when I bent you over in front of everyone. Made you beg and cry before I let you come. I’m going to be nice this time, though. All I want tonight is to be able to hear you…”

You scream behind the gag as she removes her fingers, tears in your eyes as you try to do as she asked. But when she smiles, you know that she’s going to keep making you try and scream.

And you can’t wait to see what other torments await you.

#tiffany valentine x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher fic #slasher imagines #tiffany valentine imagine #my writing

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msookyspooky · 1 year

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Imagine a Relationship with Tiffany Valentine

- Her long nails grazing across your back in bed

- Gently massaging your scalp while watching tv together

- Let's you hold Charlotte 🕷 (or at least tries to help you get over your arachnophobia)

- Crying over movies while snuggled up in a blanket together

- Teaching you her 'secret' recipes she got from her mother (Except for your favorite bc she wants to be the only one to make that for you 😌)

- Grabbing your jaw while helping you with make up

- Thinks it's sexy if you like macabre things

- Long (illegal) moonlit walks in cemeteries

- Will go on long excited rants about how to kill a person (She's giving tips, take notes I guess)

- Calling you every petname especially Sweetface🖤

- Taking you out often to hunt for victims (And on dates of course)

- Wants to know every detail about you and actively makes an effort to know the darkest most hidden parts of you

- Her lipstick marking your cheek and neck

- Giggles whenever you take initiative and get handsy with her

- She'll get a tattoo of your name or a symbol of you at some point

- Would definitely want you to wear a collar in the form of a choker with a lock just to tease you about it subtly in public

- Waits on you to get home to great you with your favorite snack, a smile and a picture of a dead asshole that hurt you after a long day 😘

#tiffany valentine #tiffany chucky #tiffany valentine imagine #tiffany x reader

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Jail Break

Pairing: Tiffany Valentine x Reader Prompt: "Good morning gorgeous."

"Careful with this one, she's a real psycho," the police officer who had arrested you warned. You saw the already terrified look on the rookie's face and decided to fuck with him a little. You growled and snapped your teeth at him. The poor guy jumped back, making you laugh. "Just take her back. She gets her own cell, for the safety of the others in holding."

"What, no search?" you asked as the rookie brought you back to your holding cell. It would only be a matter of time before Tiffany came to your rescue. She'd realize that you weren't in the hotel room anymore and come searching for you. You doubted that you'd be here for more than a day. The two of you had real work to do, important stuff that these stupid cops weren't getting in the way of. Hopefully they wouldn't figure out exactly who you were before Tiffany could come to save you. "Where's my phone call handsome?"

"Those are for our cooperative jailbirds," the cop said. You scoffed as you sat back on the bench. It was pretty late, so you decided that there was nothing better to do than try and take a little nap. Whenever Tiffany got you out of here, you'd be the one driving across the country trying to find a nice place to settle down for a little while. It was always the same thing with the two of you: find a place, stay for a couple months, get into a squabble that somehow ends in murder with someone else, go on a spree together, and move. It had sort of been like that for both of you all your lives, but now you got to do that together.

"It'll be your funeral Peppa," you muttered under your breath as you pulled the thin blanket over your body. Sleep didn't come very easy for you without Tiffany there, but it was easier when you dreamt of her. You could still sort of hear the cops stopping by your cell throughout the night, but most of them were too afraid to stay very long. Staying partially awake started to feel useless until you heard the familiar click of stilettos on the cheap tile flooring. "Good morning gorgeous."

"Oh, stop it. I think we've got about 5 minutes to get out of here before the reinforcements get here," Tiffany said as she unlocked your cell. You hopped up to your feet and led her out of the police station. The two of you ran over to her car and drove off, keeping watch for anybody who might have been following you. "Alright, I think the coast is clear."

"Thanks for the rescue," you said as you slowed the car down a little. Tiffany brushed it off, as if it was nothing to her. You didn't think so, especially since she could have easily just left you in town to rot in a cell for the rest of your life. "I mean it Tiff, I know I'm not him."

"You're so much better to me than he ever was," Tiffany told you. She turned your face and pressed a kiss to your lips. You glanced at your reflection in the rearview mirror and smirked when you saw the smeared lipstick on your lips. You didn't know where the hell the two of you could go now, but you knew that you'd be fine as long as you were together.

#chucky x reader #chucky imagine #chucky imagines #chucky #slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slasher imagines #slasher #tiffany valentine #tiffany valentine x reader #tiffany valentine imagine #tiffany valentine imagines

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 2 years

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hi, how are you?

could you write some headcanons about jesse cromeans (and any other character you want) with a s/o who has the biggest golden retriever / ray of sunshine energy? (always positive, very playful and energetic, very friendly and kind with other people, etc)

thank you so much, have a nice day 💕

Slashers with a Positive/ ray of sunshine s/o:

I'm doing great, dear anon. Been working alot. A 7 day stretch and currently in the tail end of a 5 day stretch. Thank you for asking. I hope you enjoy dear!

Warnings: violence (not towards s/o), fluff

Gender neutral reader

Jesse Cromeans/ Chromeskull

Similiar to Asa, Jesse loves the idea of having a significant other because of the front during his day job. It fits the persona Jesse wants: rich successful man who has everything that you'd want, power, money, an significant other who's by your side.

He doesn't like the idea of you being too involved with his chromeskull activities because of your personal safety (he's already lost an wife, he doesn't want to lose his second chance of love) and the fact that he doesn't want you to lose your bright and bubbly personality by seeing something traumatizing.

While he's on "trips" Jesse always has Span to keep a close eye on you because he knows that he could trust her with keeping you safe.

Jesse doesn't like having Preston around you because of the fact that Jesse can see the way Preston looks at you and how uncomfortable it makes you feel when he questions your relationship with Jesse. (Preston attempting to expose Jesse's chromeskull side to you but not realizing that you already know.)

The way you treat him with love and kindness even though he knows he's a monster makes his heart melt. Especially the way you act when you see him walk through the doors of your shares house after his trips.

Asa Emory

Asa is a rather peculiar man to say the least. When you have such a hobby as Asa does, it does tend to be rather hard to balance his work and personal lives together. This is where you come in.

You're the role of Asa's doting partner during his professional life. Bringing him lunch, attending his work events together, being a part of Asa's "I'm totally normal and I don't kill people and have a collection of them." Ruse.

With your bubbly and bright personality, you have a charm about you that makes his colleagues enjoy your presence. It does surprise them that someone like you is in a relationship with a quiet man like Asa.

For the longest time Asa keeps his collector side away from you because he didn't know how you would respond to being in a relationship with someone as sadistic as him.

Once you do find out, Asa would still keep you away from his "hobby" just in case a potential part of his collection tries to cause you harm. But he would involve you as little or as much as you want to know.

Otis Driftwood

The world's greatest mystery: how does a man like Otis end up in a relationship with someone as bright and loving as you. Hell, even Otis asks himself that question every day.

Otis tends to have a hard time with conveying his emotions and talking about how he feels because he's not used to being in a committed relationship.

For the longest time, Otis got annoyed with how bright and bubbly you were. It's common to hear him say "you're just like baby. A bubbly pain in my ass." He says it affectionately in how own twisted way.

Otis is that meme where the lady says with the cat "I only known them for five minutes and I'd kill anyone in this room for them."

Otis wouldn't want you luring victims to the house because of his jealousy. No body dares to look at or even be around his significant other if he's around. You're his significant other.

Baby Firefly

Similar to Tiffany, Baby is on the positive side- even though she's more of a murderous kind of happy. Baby loves your energy.

You don't sexualize her compared to other people she's encountered. You actually are nice to her and respect her instead of lusting after her because of her beauty.

When the two of you are together around Otis, you both collectively achieve in pissing him off with how happy and loving you are to each other. Mama thinks it's completely adorable that Baby has someone who makes her happy.

You can bet that Baby will teach you how to defend yourself if you haven't already learned how to. Just in case a victim tries to attack you at the house.

Although Baby uses her sexuality and body to lure in potential kills, she would be jealous as fuck if someone gets too touchy Feely with you because you're Baby's to touch on and be flirty with.

Tiffany Valentine

Tiffany finds you purely adorable. With your sunny and bright personality and your playful tendencies, Tiffany couldn't help but to enjoy your energy.

Compared to prior relationships she's had *coughCharlescough*, being with you is refreshing to Tiffany because she doesn't feel like she's always the doting, loving partner. She gets to be on the recieving end of your kind loving gestures.

If anyone tries to hurt you, Tiffany will be pissed. If they hurt you, she will most definitely kill them.

Tiffany wouldn't feel comfortable with having you around Charles because of how his personality is an asshole and will try to make you upset because you're so bright and happy.

Glenn and Glenda both adore you because of how warm and welcoming you are towards them and how much you make their mother happy.

Introducing: Albert Wesker

It's a mystery to a lot of his closest colleagues as to how someone as bright and bubbly as yourself ended up with a man like Wesker.

There's been many rumors about how the both of you ended up in a relationship together. Some people say that you were manipulated into being with Wesker while others thought that you were only with him because of his power. They never said it around him though.

Yall radiate the trope where the one person is this scary, will kill anyone who even looks at their ray of sunshine partner.

Wesker is highly protective over you (even though he doesn't really show it around you. But his colleagues can see it.) because of how innocent and bubbly you are and the fact that you're in a relationship with him doesn't help your list of potential threats.

Although Wesker isn't the easiest person to live and be in a relationship with, (especially while dating someone as happy and playful as you) he tries to keep you grounded while you tend to break him out of the "stern, cold personality" and occasionally make him smile/ chuckle with your antics.

#dees sweet tea #slasher imagines #slashers imagines #jesse cromeans imagine #gender neutral reader #Albert wesker imagines #Tiffany Valentine imagines #Albert Wesker imagine #tiffany valentine imagine #otis driftwood imagines #otis driftwood imagine #asa emory imagines #asa emory imagine #all requests are open #queendeeshorrorimagines #anon ask

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tinalbion · 2 years

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1st place raffle winner: @slashersmasherlover

“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.

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