#yandere tcm

[helpfandom]

Platonic Yandere Bubba Sawyer w/ a Teen Reader.

This was an ask, and I had just gotten confirmation that it was Bubba! Sorry Anon.

@yanderefangirl and @artisticdoofusxx

TW: Daryton, Abuse, and Cannibalism

Bubba is confused, because you act nothing like you're supposed to, you're not loud or mean like others before.

He gets attached quickly, due to Drayton not giving him the attention and affection he desires, so to see someone just like him, [you're waiting for Stretch and happen to be alone], he gets attached. After all, to him, you've experienced the same loneliness as him, you're his sibling now.

After Nubbin's death, he's empty. He needs someone else other than ChopTop to counteract Drayton's abuse and neglect.

And so, without consulting anyone, he kidnaps you, the cleaver in his hand doing more talking then anything else. He ties you up and puts you in the bed of the truck before grabbing ChopTop and heading to kill Stretch and L.G.

It's been hours in the back of the truck before they come out, dragging someone behind them. The lanky man, mostly smelling of fried skin has the tall, thicker man throw the body into the back. Some of whomever it is lands on onto you, dripping with blood, a thick iron stench. You can hear feral giggling and the truck starts.

Minutes pass before they get to their lair, and they drive in. Darkness surrounds you and then they park. The skinny man hops out before the truck is turned off and calls over 'Drayton' to see what he and 'Bubba' got.

As they move the body off of the truck, it reveals you, tied up and gagged. Before Drayton can get onto Bubba, he explains that it's his sibling. They look at you, and then back to Bubba. Well, you're part of the family now!

#yandere x reader #platonic yandere #platonic x reader #tw yandere #x reader #platonic #yandere #headcanon #yandere tcm #yandere texas chainsaw massacre #yandere bubba sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw 2 #texas chainsaw massacre 1986

[lonleydweller]

If you could, could you write a little drabble or fic of a yandere nubbins chasing his darling who's trying to escape?

🥀Run, run, run piggy!🥀

!warnings!: yandere trope, violence, murder, spoilers for tcm 1974, cannibalism mentioned, violence and injuries towards reader, sadism, failed escape attempt

Yanderes are OK to enjoy in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not example of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. This is for entertainment purposes

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The hot dry air of the texas summer was suffocating as you ran. The sun's golden morning rays breaking over the vast fields of sunflowers. It would have been such a pretty sight. Oh how it could have been such a pretty sight to enjoy with your friends. Shame you'd never get that opportunity now. Your lungs burned, your head pounded, your cuts stung as you hobbled along. You weren't even that far away from the house yet, in fact, you were still close enough to where you could hear the sound of clamoring footsteps on the porch behind you.

You don't know why, but you turned your head a brief moment to see. Even when you knew who it was. You don't even haft to look for more than two seconds to recognize the lanky, greasy, feral thing of a man chasing you. Your body answers your plea of flight to the best of its ability. Pushing past the pain and hobbling just a bit faster. You can hear his voice crystal clear stammering behind you.

"H- hey! W- where do you think yer gettin t-to?"

He wasn't far behind. You can hear his footsteps quickly catching up to yours. You had learned early on, during your first few attemps of escape, that he was quick. Nimble too. Any crawl space you could squeeze yourself through, he could damn well weasel his way into too. A never ending game of hunter and prey.

You can hear his stiffled giggles and squeals of excitement even over the thunderous sound of footfall. You had pushed your luck hadn't you? So desperate for escape. So desperate to be free of the stench of rotting meat, decaying bodies, dirt, grime, blood, all of it. Foul. A home built on people's bones and skin. Never able to return to their own. Nothing more than pigs lead to slaughter.

It didn't help that they even tasted like pork too. The taste had flooded your mouth when he forced you to eat the disgusting meals his brother had prepared. Shoving the vile concoctions down your throat. One night head cheese. The next chili. The next steak. Not a single bit of animal meat present. God. Why couldn't they have just killed you too. Why couldn't you have just been turned into a stew like the rest.

Instead you have to suffer a monsters sick delusion of what he thought love was. It wasn't of course, it never would be. It was torture. Of wich you were quickly reminded of as his blade made contact with your back. Tearing through your shirt and at your skin with ease. You cry out in pain, the only sound you could muster anymore. He had gained on you so quickly, and you were only growing slower.

One, two, three, more painful cuts land on your back as he makes animalistic noises of excitement. His hands feverishly grabbing at your shirt, desperate to snacth you up once more. You're barely able to put up a fight as you desperately try to pull and writhe away with what little strength you have left.

"I gotchu! I gotchu, I gotchu, I...gocthu!"

Pure glee taints his voice. He knows he's won. You do too. Even then you still flail and struggle as he wrangles you to the ground, up until you can taste the dirt road beneath you as your face is smushed against the ground. You can can feel him shift above you, quickly followed by a sweeping pain in your legs. A familiar burning feeling as he relentlessly slashes at them. It feels like forever before he finally stops with a shakey laugh.

"T- there! You can't g- get nowhere if your legs don't work c-can ya?"

You can hear him taunt. 'Pffbt! Pffbt!', the sound of him blowing raspberries like an obnoxious child only adds insult to your many, many, injuries. It was a game to him. It all was. One he won everytime. No matter how hard you tried. You can feel his arms slink around you as he hauls you to your feet. Well partially anyways, you're more at a slouch as he starts to drag you back towards the farmhouse.

You don't bother to struggle anymore. You simply can't. You can't even walk now with the condition you're in. Still he held the cold steel of his hunting knife against your neck, just to make sure. In just a couple minutes you'd be trapped inside the house again. In worse condition than before. You hadn't even gotten that far away from the house. Even if you did, where would you go? There was nothing for miles. No help for miles. No hope for miles.

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[shalotttower]

Darling, Darling

Title: Darling, Darling Fandom: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974) Summary: The way he cradles you to his chest is almost reverent, like you are something precious. Bubba delivers a lesson after you tried to run away. Word Count: 1500+ Characters: Bubba Sawyer x Reader (female) Notes: Captive Reader, murder (implied), blood and gore (implied), violence, spanking, yandere Bubba Sawyer, cannibalism (mentioned), kinda NSFWish?

The way he cradles you to his chest is almost reverent, like you are something precious, delicate. Something to be cherished. Hands capable of ripping through flesh with ease carry you down the hall, careful not to bang your feet into corners. He doesn't want to hurt you. You know he doesn't, but it hurts anyway. Everything hurts.

Covered in dust and god knows what else, this house is in terrible shape and it reeks - of old colourless wallpapers, age and grime, of grease and smoke and slow decay. No one cleans here, at least from what you've seen. You make an effort not to look into the surroundings; there's a head on a coffee table and it's enough to make bile rise in your throat. So you focus on a single abstract spot in the distance.

"Please, I want to go home," your mouth feels dry when you speak.

He looks down, concerned eyes and messy hair, then shakes his head. Bubba Sawyer doesn't talk. Well, that's not entirely true. He makes sounds, noises. Squeals and grunts. He hums and whistles sometimes, but doesn't form words like you do. Whole and functional sentences don't come to him, which is likely a product of both genetics and childhood environment.

"Please."

With a quiet whimper he presses his face into your hair, and speeds up. The mask he's wearing today belongs to a young woman, or what once was a young woman, now it's merely skin stretched to a degree it shouldn't be.

No. No, you can't leave; Bubba pats your head to make a point - this is home.

"You can't keep me here," you rasp.

He smooths your back and makes more sounds, muffled by the leather; but he can. He can keep you, Drayton said so. He asked. Begged. Pleaded to keep you and Drayton said yes. Not before hitting him with that thick broom - ouch - but it was okay, because Bubba got to keep you. You're the first girl he has like this, the only girl he has like this since Nubbins died. Bubba misses Nubbins, but maybe with you he won't miss him so much anymore.

He needs you to see, to understand. To not run again.

Up, up the stairs you go, past framed pictures in the shades of brown, grey and black. Past the bathroom with peeling paint, stained bathtub and old medicine cabinet. Upstairs smells better than downstairs, cleaner somehow. The first time he brought you out of the basement was terrifying, you thought that was it. A filthy kitchen and walls caving in - the last thing you'd ever see. He gave you one of his grandmother's nightgowns instead, it had a faint perfume smell. The ruffles reminded you of lace wedding dresses from vintage movies. Bubba tucked you in next to himself, like you were a doll or a teddy, and you spent the whole night staring into the darkness, listening to his loud snores. It was warm, better than sleeping on the floor.

The mattress creaks when he sits you down.

His room is a simple space with a single bed and a shelf, crammed with objects that catch Bubba's eye. There's a crucifix on a wall; the irony of it even being there is almost laughable.

You look up. In a white-frame window the sun is setting, and nothing but miles and miles of cornfields surround this house.

You are in the middle of nowhere.

If he once decides that you're not something worth keeping around but food, then it's over. No one will ever find you.

A sob wrecks out of your throat. He crouches, and before you know what's happening, wipes your tears. Hushing and cooing and gently pressing his big hands to your cheeks. It would be so much easier if you could hate him, if he hurt you out of some deranged and violent instinct. But no, Bubba doesn't do any of those things.

He looks at you like you hung the moon and stars, he tries to care for you. Brings you flowers and plates loaded with food which you can't eat, because one look turns your stomach upside down. Because you know what is it, and he...he just doesn't understand why you keep refusing - Drayton always cooks nice meals and Bubba loves his cooking too.

He feeds you warm milk and bread, applesauce and boiled chicken breast cut into small pieces. Watches you chew with careful attention, lips smacking, tongue peeking out as he copies the movements of your mouth.

You feel sick.

He brings you gifts - broken toys, jewelry snatched from dead women, trinkets found in trash cans or discarded by the roadside. You wear some, because if you don't he gets upset and his shoulders sag. It's like kicking a puppy, and it's so...twisted. Everything about this is twisted, like some grotesque play.

Bubba doesn't hurt you.

Unless Drayton tells him to.

He hates this, when Drayton tells him to, because "you're getting uppity and spoiled". It's confusing - you're not spoiled. You behave well most of the time, eat chicken and never call him names, you're warm and soft and let him hold you at night. He likes that a lot. Bubba thinks it might be love, it's fuzzy inside when you're close, like in those shows Grandpa and Grandma used to watch before they gone still.

But Drayton is the oldest, he's smart and knows best.

You whine softly into the pillow as Bubba slaps your backside and whimpers too each time a croak of pain wrenches from your mouth. He wishes that he didn't have to do this, but you need to learn and be good, not try to run, otherwise Drayton might take you away. Bubba doesn't want this.

Your panties dangle around your knees - blue, lace trimmed - Bubba finds them very pretty, if it was in his power he'd give you all the pretty things to wear.

He swallows and raises his hand.

The flesh jiggles under his palm as he spanks you. Bubba counts in his head - Drayton said seven should be enough - one, two, three, four-

He tries to be gentle, but his strength is not used for being gentle. He has spent most of his life doing manual labor. With bare hands he can kill food. The soft skin of your backside changes color quickly into a bright shade of pink, and Bubba squeezes it for a moment, trying to soothe the sore area.

It doesn't help, tears rolling down your face keep wetting the pillow. He wants to scoop you up and cuddle, press kisses to your cheeks, but Drayton told him no. No kissing or hugging until you learn; "she is manipulating you, dimwit".

Your breath comes out ragged in uneven hitches, Bubba doesn't like how miserable you look, small and fragile on his bed. When your sounds subside to quiet, intense sobs, he makes a distressed whine. He feels bad, so very bad, but maybe next time you won't try to leave.

Six. Seven. Done.

Your poor bottom is bright red and raw looking, Bubba pats it carefully. He rubs cool cream to your skin, the one he snuck from Drayton's drawer, making sure to get everywhere before pulling your panties up. You smell nice - sweaty and salty like after work on a hot day.

You always stop talking to him right after. For the rest of the evening, the next few days or sometimes a whole week, and it's awful. You don't eat chicken, the pretty trinkets lie discarded and you won't even look at him.

It hurts more than Drayton and his broom do.

Bubba sits beside you on the mattress for several minutes, waiting. Waiting until you turn - just a little bit - so that he can tap your damp cheeks dry with a towel and maybe feed you apple slices dipped in honey. If you'll let him.

You don't.

Eventually you crawl under the blanket, stiff and quiet, back facing him. His throat burns, you're mad, you don't like Bubba anymore. Dread unfolds at the bottom of his stomach as the sky outside starts darkening, every time he gets scared that this will be it, that you'll hate him forever from now on.

Hesitantly, he climbs underneath the covers, settles on the very edge of the mattress and wriggles a bit closer every five minutes, in case you'll change your mind and want a hug - the lesson is delivered, so it doesn't matter, Drayton won't know anyway.

But the time passes and turns into an hour, yet still you don't move, not even a peek over your shoulder. He waits longer and then a bit more. His heart drops when Bubba realizes: you fell asleep without saying goodnight.

He watches your back rise and fall, then reaches across the bed to stroke your hair. Somehow his arm curves over your frame, and before Bubba knows it, he moves you closer, closer, up against his chest. Your breath is shaky and rough, but he holds on tight, the same way he'd clutch his favourite things.

Tomorrow Bubba will bring you flowers, some tulips because they are pretty like you, and maybe you'll be less angry. Maybe you'll eat apple slices and sit on Bubba's lap by the stove while Drayton cooks dinner, and won't try to run again. He hopes you won't.

#shalott fanfiction #yandere #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm 1974 #texas chainsaw massacre (1974) #bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #slashers #slasher fanfiction

[make-your-own-evil]

Hi I just re-watched the chainsaw massacre and I was wondering if you could do a yandere Drayton sawyer with a reader who becomes willing really fast like when he comforts Sally in the movie I wished it was me I'm so wired.

all drayton stans are valid and i will not hear otherwise 😌 (sorry this took forever :()

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING, MURDER IF YOU SQUINT

Yandere!Drayton x Willing!Reader 🛻

i felt bad for him in the movie watching his mental struggle between wanting to comfort sally vs succumbing to insanity

why cant life be normal? why cant his family be normal? why cant HE be normal?

he asks himself these questions a lot and his simple answer is that they were forced to be this way. grandpa was fired, their parents were gone, they have no money, he busts his ass to take care of his brothers

despite popular opinion, i really dont think he enjoys being the asshole. hes just trying to keep money coming in and his family fed (and out of JAIL)

so when you get into the picture? oh he cant let his brothers touch a hair on your head.

he is very perplexed and mistrusting of your submissive and willing attitude at first. but hey, your reaction isnt normal and his life is already far from it. the fact that youre so willing and you LISTEN to him is what gets his obsession started

he still ties you up on the way home that first night, just in case. but he doesnt hit you or scream at you. theres no need to and he eats that up.

that night he's also struggling with deciding your fate. you WALKED out of the truck and sat yourself down at the table where he placed you and you sat there patiently while he tied you again? oh youre not going to make this easy on him were you? life never made anything easy on him anyways

he watched you with his brows knit together in deep thought. his family needed to eat. they couldnt have another mouth to feed. but here you were, perfectly content with his batshit crazy brothers poking and prodding at you. even after youve seen their.... interesting decor/food.

you ate his food. you THANKED him. when was the last time someone had thanked him? he didnt care. that little 'thank you' sealed your fate. oh he loved that. he loved YOU

he doesnt have to yell at you! he doesnt have to hit you! he doesnt have to worry! be still his beating heart!

this does make it harder on his brothers though because now they have expectations on how to treat you

youre coming to work with him! he cant trust his family around you. he needs to know where you are always. seeing your happy and content self sat inside of the gas station is what keeps him going! he deserves this. he deserves YOU!

youre his new kitchen assistant

"Why dontcha try this piece fer me, see if it tastes alright?"

you deserve him, too

a breath of fresh air, a break, a sliver of normalcy in his life

his brothers are confused too. theyve never seen him this tender and careful with someone in a long time, unless it was an act. eventually youll become part of their fucked up family in no time

youre not going anywhere without him. he already expects life to be constant agony with how traumatic his life has been. youre his slice of heaven in this living hell and he cant let the cruel world take you too.

"Yer too good to this old man, sweetheart~"

#drayton sawyer #tcm #texas chsinsaw massacre #bubba sawyer #nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #yandere drayton sawyer #drayton sawyer x reader #drayton x reader

[sup-im-blue]

I don’t know about y’all, but obsessive/stalker/yandere Johnny?! Ugh it’s been doing it for me and I’m willing to be begging on my knees for some HC’s or one shots or series!

#johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #TCM #tcm game #yandere #idk man I’ve been spiraling #Johnny #johnny sawyer x reader

[danishpastri]

YANDERE DBD KILLERS X DIABETIC!GN!READER

(Requested Headcannons)

The Doctor

He immediately notices those weird shapes in your pocket.

He knows that’s your insulin. Having experience as a real doctor was finally becoming some sort of use.

His beloved is diabetic, and he plans to abuse that fact to his own will. Every time you’re in a trial together, he’ll take away your insulin and snacks just so you come crawling back to him, begging and crying.

His heart flutters at the sight. Nothing could ever be more beautiful than his beloved on their knees begging. All for him.

When he notices that your snacks are missing one day, he immediately goes feral trying to look for snacks with sugar to keep you alive and sane.

He may be sadistic, but he deeply cares about you. He’ll always leave you for last, sometimes even letting you leave through the hatch.

He wants you to know that he cares about you, and that’s exactly why he must torture you until you lose your mind~

The Hillbilly

He’s absolutely confused.

He has no idea what “insoolin” and “snaks” are

All he knows is that he loves you and will do anything to protect you, so when he sees you munching down on some gummies in the middle of a trial to raise your sugar, he leaves you be.

When he finally knocks you down, he takes some of the gummies and snacks on them too.

He quickly looks forward to trying out your snacks every time you’re in a trial togethe

Soon enough, he’s happy to see you in every trial. Not just cause of your snacks, but because you’re you!

He wants to spend time with you, even if it means tying you up in chairs while your teammates have already been sacrificed. He’s smiling the entire time he “talks” to you, even if all he’s really doing is making senseless babbles

He hugs you and smiles, nuzzling up against your cheek.

He’s terribly terrified of the needles though. He throws a tantrum every time he sees them, eventually leading to him smashing the needles one time, causing your death soon after.

Good thing you come back with them restored. You just know now not to inject yourself in front of him

The Cannibal

Very similar to Hillbilly. He has no idea what insulin is, but he is very familiar to snacking down.

He likes to tie you down while eating your snacks, smiling and giggling to let you know he enjoys them

If another survivor accidentally leads him to you while you’re injecting yourself with needles or having a small snack, he makes sure that other survivor is dead and stays dead.

He beats them to the ground before placing them on the hook, only beating them more and more from there

You can’t help but feel terrified… yet also quite intrigued.

He still sacrifices you from time to time, like doctor, but it’s quite less frequent. He sees you as something small and fragile.

He finally has something he needs to protect agin, and he couldn’t be happier

#the doctor #the hillbilly #the cannibal #leatherface #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #dead by daylight #dbd #max thompson jr #herman carter #headcanons #imagines #my writing #request #yandere #x reader

[bakubunny]

jjk masterlist: drabbles

mdni: minors & no age in bio will get you blocked.

all of my works are listed by character or pairing. all pairings are character x f!reader unless otherwise noted.

i write ageplay. if that bothers you, be sure to check the tags listed by each link.

daddy as title -> no ageplay or implied ageplay

geto suguru

grinding on suguru’s cock

tcm practitioner!geto

cult leader!suguru’s sweet wife

bf!suguru x loud reader (hc + drabble)

mean daddy!suguru (ddlg, dumbification, edging)

gojo satoru

bf!satoru gets cucked by suguru (size humiliation)

nanami kento

daddy!kento unwinds while you wait (daddy as title, oral fixation, d/s dynamics)

mahito

mahito & geto x captive darling (yandere, tw dc)

fushiguro megumi

bf!megumi is kind of a perv

fushiguro toji

daddy!toji dumbs down his smart lil girl ft. @dcsiremc

roommate!toji hates your shitty bf (chubby reader, daddy as title)

roommate!toji hates your shitty bf pt 2

#jjk masterlist

[rosesfromslashers]

Deep Ellum - Chop Top Sawyer x Reader

I've fallen down the TCM pipeline and I can't get out. Plz send help. Sorry if my writing comes off as a lil rusty! I'm in the process of teaching myself how to write again.

CW: Kind of a dark fic! Drunk reader, Chop Top to the rescue in his own special way (aka kidnapping), so be prepared for yandere vibes. Referenced stalking. Nothing explicit. Reader has she/her pronouns and is referred to as a girl.

They ditched you.

They fucking ditched you.

You're trying so hard not to cry, but with the alcohol coursing through your blood stream, it's hard not to let your emotions get to you.

Surely they didn't mean to. I mean, maybe it was your fault. You try to remember if you were the one who broke away from the group - maybe you took a wrong turn, or something caught your eye, or maybe you went into a different bar and forgot to call after your friends. But you're not that fucked up, right? But no matter how hard you dig into your memories, it's like they never even existed.

And that's when it hits you.

You're alone, in a wild part of Dallas - a place you've never been to - wandering around Deep Ellum after dark. And as your lack of memory serves, you've been blacking in and out three ranch waters in on an empty stomach, because your new friends said you should have one more. When in Texas and all that yeehaw bullshit.

Fuck.

You're in a dangerous spot, drunk off your ass to the point of swaying. There's nobody around on the street you've found refuge on, just lines of cars up and down the sides of the road. And judging by the ache in your head, your brain could decide to turn itself off again at any minute.

So you cry. The drunk tears just start to flow and you become aware of just how sloppy you look, crying on a street corner in a mini skirt, boots, and a shitty cowboy hat on a cold Texas night. God, it just makes it worse.

Then nothing. You try to form memories, to keep track of where you are and what you're doing but you just CAN'T.

Then something briefly snaps you back. The rumble of a truck. A soft denim jacket being wrapped around your shoulders. A slight Southern twang with almost a boyish charm and excitement saying you'll be alright, "I've gotcha," an arm around your shoulder to steady you and the rumble of that truck growing closer. Wait, did this person just... smell your hair?

You can't form images, but you can feel and hear faintly, like everything is ten miles away.

And just like that, it's over, and you're concious (and panicked) enough to know that you're in a stranger's truck going God knows where.

You're too scared to look at the driver. To see who it is that would snatch a drunk girl off the side of the road. You're positive that you're going to end up dismembered in a ditch by sunrise.

"I-I've never brought a girl home for dinner!"

You blink, keeping your eyes focused out the window.

"I-in the traditional sense, a-anyways."

You sit in shaking silence.

"It's okay. I know you're p-plastered. We'll be there in 30 and I'll let you sleep it off."

"Where are you taking me?" You ask, trying your damndest to not sound so scared, but it comes out as a squeek.

"Come on baby," he says, "look at me."

You do, and a sense of recognition floods through you.

It's the guy. THE GUY. The one from the record shop you stopped in yesterday. The weird one with the shaggy black hair and the vest and sunglasses and the pin that gave you a laugh when you saw it. Something about sitting on a happy face? It doesn't matter now. Because he's glancing from the road, eyes burning behind purple shades.

"'Member me? I sure do remember you!" He sounds so excited.

"You look real pretty when you cry, i-if you don't mind me saying."

"I kind of do," you whisper.

"Speak your mind! Ya know, I have this theory that nowadays people are just so scared of open communication and-"

He starts to go off on a tangent, but there's just too much going on for you to process that right now.

He's still rambling as he takes an exit onto a dark road.

"Please don't kill me!" You find yourself pleading. He laughs.

"Y/n, I ain't gonna kill ya." How does he know your name? "In fact, I think my family's gonna love you!"

"Y-your family?" You try and piece together as much as your inebriated brain will let you.

"Yeah! You've got my baby brother Bubba, my older brother Drayton, and my twin Nubbins. I really can't wait to introduce you to Grandpa!" Your head is spinning.

"T-they're gonna be real proud of me. None of them have brought a girl home before." He sighs almost dreamily. "I won't let 'em touch a hair on your head. You're all mine."

Okay, so his family is A) dangerous, and he is B) insane. Perfect.

You're never drinking again.

His hand finds your knee, you try to recoil but there's no where to go.

"I know what you're thinking. We're moving real fast, I'm aware of that. I mean, I didn't even say hi yesterday!"

"But I know we're just gonna be just perfect. Good thing I was following you tonight. Something real bad could've happened." Yeah, like getting abducted.

"But Chop's gotcha now, and you won't have to worry about a thing."

#chop top sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre #chop top x reader #slashers #slasher fic #this is so cringe plz review and validate me I will owe you my life #tcm 2 #slasher x reader

[doomh3ad]

About

hi!! u can call me imelda, chrissie, chelsea or mel, i have extreme slasher brainrot (specifically doomhead from rob zombie's 31 <3)

requests are closed! and also feel free to submit any questions or thirsts, even if requests are closed! i'm totally fine with any nicknames or pet names, i love ppl being friendly with me <3

i'll write poly relationships (as long as no one is related) and crossover poly relationships with reader too! i also take platonic requests.

[non-writing posts will be tagged 'imelda shut up' & asks as 'imelda's asks']

characters i'll write for include but are not limited to:

•Michael Myers (OG + 2018 Halloween)

•Corey Cunningham, Allyson Nelson (Halloween Ends)

•Art the Clown, Tara Heyes, Dawn Sissy, Sienna Shaw (Terrifier 1&2)

•Yautja (Predator)

•Otis, Baby, Foxy Coltrane, Captain Spaulding (Firefly Trilogy)

•Doomhead (31)

•Any Ghostface minus Charlie or Mrs Loomis, Sidney, Gale, Randy, Sam & Tara Carpenter (Scream franchise)

•Pinhead (both og + 2022 versions), Kirsty Cotton (Hellraiser)

•Candyman/Daniel (Candyman)

•Gabriel May (Malignant)

•Arkin O'Brien, Asa Emory/The Collector (The Collector)

•Greta, Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

•Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

•Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman, John Kramer, Daniel Rigg, Jill Tuck, Adam, Lawrence, Peter Strahm, Logan Nelson, William Schenk (Saw franchise, Spiral)

•Julian Lambrick (Would You Rather)

•Ellen Ripley (Alien)

•Pennywise, Patrick Hockstetter (IT 2017+2019)

•Bo, Vincent & Lester Sinclair (House of Wax)

•Ash Williams (Evil Dead)

•Kurt Kunkle (Spree)

•Thomas Hewitt (TCM)

•Rick Grimes, Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Maggie Rhee, Glenn Rhee, (TWD)

•Ian McKinley (Final Destination 3)

•Rusty Nail (Joyride)

•Hannibal Lecter (Silence of the Lambs)

•R (Warm Bodies)

•Michael Langdon (AHS)

•Lucifer Morningstar, Chloe Decker, Daniel Espinoza, Mazikeen/Maze (Lucifer)

•Jerome Valeska, Ed Nygma (Gotham)

•Sebastian Castellanos, Joseph Oda, Juli Kidman, Ruvik Victoriano (The Evil Within)

•Leon Kennedy [RE2/RE4/RE6] Claire Redfield, Ada Wong, Luis Serra, Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield [RE5], Sheva Alomar (Resident Evil)

•Kara, Connor, Markus (Detroit Become Human)

•Trickster (Dead by Daylight)

i'll also write for some ships ! these include (but i'll likely do any i know that you ask for!)

-Greta & Brahms

-Vincent, Lester or Bo & Carly

-Ben Miller & Zoey Davis (Escape Room)

-Chloe & Lucifer/Deckerstar (Lucifer)

Rules

i won't write : incest, pedophilia, rape, suicide etc. i will write yandere, dark fics & most kinks, just ask if you're not sure! i will write both dominant and submissive readers, just specify. i'll write headcanons, drabbles, full fics & series!

if you don't specify in a request, reader will be gender-neutral, but i will do other genders if you ask! i won't write about pregnancy or mentions of children, sorry.

it's ok to spam requests! i am only one person with a fairly busy life so requests may take up to about a week to be answered at most, usually, i appreciate the patience <3

pls don't request the exact same specific scenario word for word you've sent to other writers.

while i'm aware that i can't stop under 18s from reading or requesting, i would prefer if you didn't dm without your age in your bio or anywhere else that's visible!

commissions info

-commissions will begin once i've finished my cycle of regular requests, around mid-july hopefully!

-still working on reasonable pricing, always open to feedback! currently, i'm thinking around £5 for 1k words, £10 for 2k etc. for anything 3k+ it'd be £15-20. if you'd like a lot of long headcanons instead of a fic they'd be around £5 too i think!

Masterlist (part 1)

Masterlist (part 2)

Kinktober 2022 masterlist

Coming soon (current requests!)

#slasher #slasher x reader #rob zombie #doomhead #horror #thirst #slasher thirst #rob zombie 31 #halloween #michael myers #slasher fic #slashers #x reader #otis driftwood #baby firefly #house of a thousand corpses #the devil's rejects #3 from hell #rob zombie's 31 #foxy coltrane #kirsty cotton #pinhead #hellraiser #scream #scream 5 #candyman #asa emory #american psycho #halloween ends #resident evil

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Request Rules

REQUESTS CLOSED

I will try to be as simple as I can about this ^^

I only ask that you please keep requests as vague as possible when it comes to the reader. My goal is to try and make every fic as neutral as possible so mostly everybody is able to put themselves in the situation at hand. If you would like something specifically catered for you then please ask about commissions/special requests.

BUT! I would prefer something other than "HCs for [X]" because at that point I don't know what you want ^^'

I would appreciate if a prompt is what you ask for, give me a story to write you. (I'll accept something like a reader who is clingy, has glasses, etc., but not a reader with specific hair color, body type, etc.)

That means that every reader I write for is gender neutral and I will provide no description for any of them UNLESS the sitution really calls for it(but thankfully I find my way around things).

The only non-gender neutral part would be in NSFW fics where I will typically write a reader with female genitalia. However, you can always request for the opposite(the reader will be gender neutral no matter what)

Characters I will NOT write for(sorry I have my personal reasons and it's really because these characters make me uncomfortable):

Freddy Krueger

Anybody from TCM

Kenneth Chase/Jeffrey Hawk (The Clown)

Ji Woon Hak (Trickster)

Billy Lenz

Characters I will not write for romantically/sexually because they're underaged(so you can request them but platonically please)

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

The Entirety of the Legion

Things I will NOT write:

Dub Con + Non Con + Assault

Match Ups

Incest

Minors as can be seen previously

Specific readers as can be seen previously

Nothing discriminatory

Things that kind of lead into yandere territory(I know I know, these are KILLERS we're talking about but there is a limit even then)

Cheating (UNLESS it's about a character that is not the reader or character in question)

Abuse (UNLESS it's brief mention of something in the past, or anything that does not involve the character in question doing so to the reader and vice versa)

Abortion + Child Birth (Pregnancy + Parent Scenarios are okay!)

I mostly just wanted to detail what I will not be writing for and I'd rather not annoy with what I will do because I'm pretty open to anything that does not have to do with these things. If you have any questions please do not hesitate to ask, I don't bite! But the slashers might~

#request rules #dbd x reader #killer x reader

[doctorguilty]

(thinking abt fics b/c of conversing with my beloved mutual @oswednesday shoutout to you *waves*)

there's a lot of reasons I dislike gho/stf/rank as a ship (one of the most pervasive and popular ships w/ ghostie like...so many.. fics.....) some of them are more subjective than others like the way there isn't a confirmed age gap but I personally don't see them being compatible ages, the general like, "I know you're only obsessed with this ship because its two skinny white murder boys domming eachother" vibe, but after his tome it's only more obnoxious to me of a ship because it's like. we get this vivid picture of jed as this person so mentally unwell he not only idolizes his fav killers but has blackout panic attacks if someone mocks them in his line of sight, we also know from prev lore that a) he was in the real world until 1993, and b) carries a video club card in his wallet. like you dont have to be a rocket scientist to infer he was a horror movie fanatic (which is also a homage to the scream franchise og gf like c'mon it's all right there). IN FACT the first blockbuster video store opened in 1985 and had over 3,000 locations in the US by 1993, fun bit of trivia. so there he is in the full swing the vhs rental age, ALL the fucking CLASSICS!!! coming out in the 70's and 80's, tcm, hellraiser, halloween, he gets isekai'd into a realm where slashers from those movies EXIST, fuck even ash williams is there, and you're telling me? that the person he craves more carnally than anyone ever is a random 19 year old he's never heard of????

like ig I'm not immune to a good gho/stl/eon pic but most of the people who do that are defs in that for the silliness, making leon the babygirl of all the killers, like you see what us gamers do to leon on a daily basis it's par for the course, but like these like. mega popular yandere possessive hyper sadomaso ship dynamics with frank it's just so.

#seth speaks

[helpfandom]

indecisive

Since its 200, I'll make 2 platonic yandere analysis.

TCM STANDS FOR TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE

#yandere tcm #yandere uglydolls #The secret option is the one I hope wins #yandere tinkerbell

[lonleydweller]

🥀Yandere Self aware Nubbins (TCM game) hcs🥀

This wasn't a request.. but I thought of the idea and figured it'd be a fun write

Warnings: yandere trope, obsessive behavior, 4th wall break, self aware character, stalking

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● I'm assuming for this concept that you're more than likely someone who mains Nubbins when it comes to playing as family. Always choosing him if someone else hasn't already chosen him during a match!

● The greasy feral man was your favorite, he could easily maneuver through gaps and crawlspaces to pursue victims, moved swiftly, and had helpful little traps you could set around. Little did you know the favoritism would be reciprocated.

● I mean he must be your favorite right? You play as him every chance you get! You always seem to have so much fun playing as him! He knew he was the best! Otherwise why would you choose him over the rest? The idea of being someone's favorite, your favorite, the favorite of what is essentially an omnipotent being to him, makes him giddy.

● He loathes whenever you're away from the game, or when you're unable to play as him in the match because someone else is. He dosen't want these pigs controlling him! He wants you to! Just you. You play him the best!

● You may notice when you play as survivor that all the hitchhiker players you encounter seem to struggle killing you. Even high level players seem to stopping irregularly, missing hits, going the opposite direction of you even after spotting you, and randomly falling over even when no one's barged them. Perhaps it was a simple bug? Lag? Or maybe you were just getting that good at the game?

● If you're playing as a family member and someone else has taken up Nubbins, then the issues aren't as prevalent. However the character still shows irregular behavior. Doing certain animations like stomping his foot, being stunned, or swinging at nothing, even when they're not doing anything that would warrant the animation to be played. Almost as if Nubbins was having a fit, but that would be ridiculous right? It's just lines of code.

● You may notice slight, changes in your game, ones you could easily brush off as luck. Struggling to get a certain perk in the skill tree? What do ya know you got all of them! Nubbins seems slightly faster than normal? Maybe you're just tripping yourself out! Were you struggling to hit victims sometimes? You're getting a few extra hits in now!

● Do you like hearing him talk? Do you smile or laugh whenever he says a line? Do you make comments and talk back thinking you're just talking to nothing? He seems to babble even more as you run around and slash as victims. Especially the lines you seen to like the most.

● Slowly the lines might change. He starts saying the lines he'd say to other characters, like cook, Johnny, leatherface, ect. Even when they're not anywhere in sight. Particularly lines that used words like we, us, our. Maybe they were nearby and you just didn't notice?

● Now I feel it would take awhile for Nubbins to do anything drastic such as look at you through a camrea, connect to other devices, or dig through personal information and files on whatever device you play the game on. If he eventually does however, it will certainly further his obsession. Especially if he finds out you're a fan of the original tcm movie, if you have merch, drawings, or even met his actor, it kicks his obsession into overdrive.

● Many of the irregularities you may notice can just be passed off as bugs, errors, player fault, or luck. Nothing strange. Nothing to indicate that the lines of code were sentient. At somepoint however, the occurrences get to the point they can't be just be brushed off as a faulty game.

● He starts speaking new lines, one's you know aren't in the base game. One's that are too specific. Too direct. Praising you, your skill, what a great team you two make. Insulting other players. Commenting on your appearance, your home, your voice, things you've been recently doing. Then the console won't turn off. The game keeps opening even after you close it. You get loded into rounds where there's no other players.

● Your best bet at this point is to throw out your whole console. Any tcm media too. Hoping he hasn't infected other devices, hoping he hasn't leaked into the real world. Could he? If he could do this what would stop him from going farther? Who says he can't come out from the movie itself? His original source? You'd never be able to know until it's too late.

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#writers on tumblr #dweller's writing #yandere slashers #Yandere nubbins #Yandere nubbins sawyer #Yandere nubbins slaughter #yandere tcm #Yandere tcm game #Tcm game x reader #tcm nubbins #tcm 1974

[boiling-potato]

We've all heard of Yandere Trickster x Reader x Yandere Meztli. Now get ready for yandere TCM x Reader 🎉🎊✨️

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This is a very interesting idea!! Oh I would love to do this!! But.. I'm not really sure if I'm even qualified.... I mean I just finished my first story and I don't think I can do it... sorry... Hmm maybe try asking @aesopsbaby ?? They're much more experience than me. •́ ‿ ,•��

#boiling potato #oc #my oc #ocs #my ocs #my friend's oc #friend's oc #mutuals #x reader #oc x reader #ocs x reader #fanfic #ask #ask blog #my ask blog #oc ask blog #ask response #TCM

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Leatherface Headcanons: (22nd Day Of Halloween)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with a new chapter and this one is Thomas Hewitt Leatherface. This one is based off of various fanfictions and roleplays of him and may not be fully canon but how I see Thomas as again this is fanfiction and much different from if the movie was really this is if the fandom Thomas Hewitt is yandere! I will try and keep it as close to the source material!]

.Thomas was born in the meat packaging plant.

.His mother died in child birth and he was thrown in the dumpster for his deformities

.But a sweet woman Luda Mae found him and raised him as her own.

.Thomas never like the way he looked.

.And he was loyal to his family.

.He also is Mentally handicap. So much he killed the supervisor who had verbally and emotionally yelling at him.

.He worked at the meat packaging plant as a butcher and that where he killed the supervisor.

.He then learned because no one corrected this behavior and actually said it was okay cause he was killing for the family to help them. That this was okay.

.At least with his family.

.Now he was a killer

.That is when he met you a person passing through.

.You were kidnapped by the Hewitts and going to be killed.

.But something in you maybe it was your voice or the way you cried or the light shining in your eyes.

.He could not kill you and odd enough he grew protective of you.

.When Charlie tried and shoot you he punched charlie.

.In the end of this you were kept as Thomas property.

.Thomas though was very sweet to you. He washed you, clothed you, and fed you.

.Yes there were the times you would fight him and he had a panic attack. But in the end he took care of you.

.Stockholm Syndrome will happen. You will more so have compassion for him.

.He never lay a hand to you, and he made you smile sometimes, he also clearly needed you.

.One day the bedroom door he forgot to lock and you left only to help Luda Mae.

.You were fully gone and loyal to the Hewitt family no longer you saw yourself as a captive.

.Then it slowly became love.

.Thomas was just a sweet bean he really thought you two were dating.

.His mama raised a gentleman.

.You had a couple of scares when Thomas would be humping you in his sleep dreaming about you.

.But he is a gentleman and he would feel bad about doing such without your consent.

.You would eventually have to give him the sex talk and guide him through your guys first time.

.But he is a fast learner in how to make you feel good.

.Yeah he is not always the softest but he knows what makes you feel nice and when you praise him he lives for it.

.Just better hope you don't get pregnant as that be a whole other issue.

.He waves his hand around and motions that he loves you It is sweet.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy everyone!]

#yandere #yandere leatherface #yandere thomas hewitt #yandere texas chainsaw massacre #yandere tcm #yandere headcanons #headcanons #base headcanons #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #Thomas Hewitt #thomas hewitt leatherface #leatherface #leatherface x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #reader #31 days of halloween #halloween 2021

[sup-im-blue]

I’ve seen a lot of good song references to Johnny, and I would like to share some.

Run From Me by Timber Timbre, and Feelz by Lil Peep, is def Obsessive/yandere/soft Johnny coded 🥰

Some other songs I think maybe would work-

Oblivion - Grimes

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

Stalkers Tango - Auto Heart

Dracula (Nate Sees Cassie) - Labrinth

#johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #johnny tcm #tcm game #yandere #I have way too many ideas