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IM FUCKING BACK BITCHESSSS BACK TO WRITING BACK TO LIFEEEEEEE

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Sup bitch it’s me im back from my depression;) anywho slasher(s) turns ‘pick me boy/girl’ for their male s/o

Poly!Ghostface turning pick me for their male s/o

Okay so you already know these boys adore you, and honestly i couldn't think of any slasher better than Stu and Billy to do this scenario with😭

I feel like Billy would be an openly mean pick me, like he would deffo violate the person you're talking to infront of your face

Like they'd be talking and he'd just start laughing and be like "Wow, you're trying way too hard to impress him right now, it's kinda embarrassing to be honest. Wouldn't catch me doing that pathetic shit"

Cue the person running away and Billy slinging an arm around your shoulder like he didn't just break their spirit.

Stu is hard to point a finger on but I feel like he'd be both mean and like yk "one of the boys" kinda pick me

Like he'd be doing your nails or smth and casually be like "Heh, I'm definitely not like the other jackasses at school, they wouldn't be caught dead doing something like this! Guess I'm just different babe, consider yourself lucky <3"

And then on the other hand he'd be mean too, like he'd look someone up and down and giggle to himself and be like "Someone's desperate for his attention, could never be me, right babe?"

Cue him kissing you infront of everyone.

Billy and Stu as a pick me duo would literally be unstoppable.

Like they're obsessed with you, would and have killed for you, so they don't see the problem in being a little bit of a pick me here and there just to show everyone you belong to them.

This is all jokes but imagine you fighting someone and Stu comes out of nowhere like "Stop! This isn't you😫😢" LMQOEIEIEUE

Billy would be crushing spirits left and right tho fr, anyone who so much as breathes on you wrong is deffo a desperate whore 😫🙄

Stu goes out of his way to prove him and Billy are different and the only ones you need so please love them 😢😫😘

I had way too much fun with this-

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Hi! i'd like to request a lester sinclair smut, with and AFAB nonbinary reader.

Steamed up windows

Lester Sinclair x Nb!AFAB! Reader

Warning!: Smut

You don't actually know how you got into the situation-ship you were in at the moment, but honestly, you weren't about to complain. You had taken a road-trip with a few people you knew from Uni, having been forced to come by one particularly pushy member.

You didn't like them. At all. But, travelling across Louisiana did sound pretty fun, and you had nothing better to do with your life, so, why not?

The plan was to pass through the town of Ambrose and head to a nightclub in the next city, but, none of you made it past the exit. Everything went to shit, and you knew the only reason you were breathing right now was because of Lester Sinclair.

He had taken a strong liking to you when you had been the only one to properly interact with him out of the group, even going so far as to scold your 'friends' when they laughed at him behind his back. Your kindness had been the key factor in saving your life, Lester convincing his two older brothers to let him keep you.

As bad as it sounded, to be kept like some pet, you found it to be way easier than struggling in a dead-end job with barely any money to buy yourself a carton of milk, let alone afford the rent. Lester treated you with respect, and never pushed any boundary you set for him. That's probably why he was your favourite out of the Sinclairs, because he was genuinely the only one who made you feel like a human being, and not some mutt on the street.

He was an interesting character, crazy even, personality bouncing off the walls of his small hut as he would ramble to you about his day, or his latest find, or his dog. You listened either way, no matter what he said, because in your eyes, Lester was probably the most amazing person you knew, setting aside the fact that he had the common decency to respect your gender indentity.

Somewhere along the lines of being your 'owner' and being your best friend, he had become the love of your life. You both got high one night, laying on his bed and talking about anything that came to mind, and then, in your red-eyed haze, you kissed him, acting on feeling and not thought.

Now, things were complicated, not because he made it so, but because you were so desperately in love with him that you didn't even want to look at him anymore. Avoiding him was hard, but giving him the silent treatment was probably the hardest thing you had ever done in your life.

You acted cold, quiet, moving away from his touch and you could tell it was hurting him. You wanted to hurt him so he would get bored with you, and you wouldn't have to feel so achingly upset anytime he begged you to atleast have dinner with him.

Eventually, it all came to head in his car. You had been arguing for about an hour now, him finally calling you out for your distance, and you retaliating with pure anger, because anger was better than breaking down infront of him.

Now, he had locked the car doors, and was glaring at you intensely, arms folded across his chest like a dissapointed mother.

"M'not lettin' ya out till you tell me what's goin' on bug"

Bug. God you fucking loved that nickname, him forming it when you expressed your love over ladybugs, and any insect you could find. Now, the harshness in the word made you sick.

"There's nothing to tell you-"

"Bullshit! Yer avodin' me like the goddamn plague and ya won't even tell me what I've done! How's that fair?"

You turned to him, lower lip trembling, because fuck, he was right. He was a good man, to you atleast, and he deserved some kind of explanation.

"You really wanna know?"

You croaked, anger filtering out of your face. Lester nodded silently.

"Because I'm in love with you. Okay? Happy? I can't stand being around you because I love you so much and it hurts to treat you like this, it really does, but what the fuck else am I supposed to-"

Lester had swiftly cut you off, gripping your face in his hand and kissing you clumsily, face scrunched in concentration. You were stunned at first, but eventually found yourself melting into it, clutching his dirty jacket and trying your best to ignore the fluttering in your stomach.

Lester pulled away, panting and voice raspy,

"Shoulda' told me somethin' sooner, ya fuckin' idiot. Had me all worried n' scared for no good-"

This time, it was your turn to cut him off, kissing him again and clambering across and into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He groaned low into the kiss, hand moving down to clutch your body closer to his.

"Love ya s'much, Bug, yer my favourite person, my favourite everythin'."

He whispered against your mouth, and you whimperer, unconsciously rolling your hips down onto his thigh. Lester watched you cautiously, pupils dilated and forehead damp with sweat, caused by both you and the heat of the locked car.

He guided your hips to allow you more friction, peppering kisses to your nose, cheeks and jawline, listening intently to the sound of your hitching breath. His, hands held you still momentarily, and you were about to protest when he began slipping off the shorts he had given you, tossing them to the backseat, along with your underwear, not before making a teasing comment about the dampness of the material.

You leant against his chest, and he eased his right hand down your body, his left resting atop your head. When he was finally where you desperately wanted him to touch, you tugged his jacket, impatient and incredibly aroused.

"Don't worry bug, gonna take care of ya, m'kay?"

You nodded into his skin, relaxing once more, before gasping out when Lester finally touched you, rough fingertips pressing against your centre, delivering one, slow rub.

"Lester-Please-!"

He shushed you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he continued to rub your clit, stroking your hair as sparks of pleasure washed across your tingling body. You had wanted this for so long, so badly, that now it was finally happening you didn't know what to do with yourself other than incoherently mummble into his chest.

"Gonna make ya feel real good, bumblebee, only thing i've ever wanted is to make you feel good."

His hand left your clit and moved further to your hole, experimentally sliding over it to examine your reaction. When you moaned quietly, moving yourself downwards in an attempt to gain friction, he knew it was okay.

He curled his middle and ring finger and gently pushed his way inside of you, gasping out at the feeling of your warmth, cock twitching at the sounds you made when he slowly moved out and in.

You huffed, whining as you reached for him, pressing your palm against his bulge and grinding it against him, a satisfied moan leaving your mouth when he shuddered under your touch.

"Supposed to- to- fuck..this is about you not me bug-"

"Wanna make you cum, want it so bad" You breathed out, and Lester let out a sinful groan, tossing his head back as his fingers sped up, moving his hand from your hair down to your thigh, gripping it like a lifeline.

He couldn't actually believe this. You, his perfect person, squirming and moaning on his lap like something out of a porno, only this was real, and a thousand times better.

Minutes passed, and by that time you and lester could only thrust into eachother, him frantically against your palm and you down onto his pumping fingers, spare hand leaving his chest to clutch at his forearm.

"Feel so good Bug- P-lease don't fuckin' stop bumblebee-"

You had no intention to, and neither did he, both of you desperate to see the other finish. You could feel yourself becoming weak, coil in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment, but all it took was a few words from Lester.

"Thought about this all the fuckin' time, got me so fuckin' worked up hun'. Cum for me Bumblebee, plea-se God just-"

The love in his voice was what threw you over the edge, arching your back as your climax crashed over you, your entire body on fire, mouth open in a silent scream. Lester watched you the entire time, tears in his eyes as he felt himself right on the edge. He needed to see that face, what he had done, and fuck if it didn't make all the more in love with you.

"F-fuck! So fuckin' gorgeous f'me bug- p-lease don't stop- wanna cum f'ya"

You nodded dizzly, putting all your remaining effort into rubbing his cock, kissing his exposed neck as he whimpered below you.

"Yer gonna make me cum- g-gonna cum I-"

He threw his head back so hard you almost thought he cracked it, groaning loudly as you felt his jeans become increasingly damp, hips still pathetically thrusting against you.

You slumped onto his heaving chest, and he weakly leant down to kiss your lips, hot breath fanning your face.

"Love ya so fuckin' much bee"

"..love you too les"

This was all he needed. You, his person in his arms, and the steamed up windows of his rusty car.

~~~

If yall cant tell, im a sucker for soft smut with the sinclair boyos

Also Lester would call you smth along the lines of bug and yall cant convince me otherwise <3

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HEY IM BACK

Sorry guys ive been go for a few months honestly theres no excuse for it bc i have been slacking and i didnt notify you guys. I was in a bad state and i deleted the app and took some time to myself to focus on me and my studies. I am back in full swing and i will literally begin all of your requests now! I hope you guys can forgive me😭😭😭

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Loving this skirt and sock combo ngl

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If possible could I ask, are you an adult? I cant find anything identifying you as 18+ (unless I just didn't look hard enough lol) and I've seen too many smut blogs being run by minors and as an adult I do not feel comfortable about that.

Yes I am I'm 19 lmao, and dw I get what you mean 😭

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So like I just watched that new movie, 'X', and I uh😭

Nah I'm sorry the movie was good but also wtf did I just watch bro like-

The bed scene with the old couple - iykyk- Had me shaking, cringing away from my screen I- lord have mercy

The movie lowkey re-established my fear of old ppl😭

Jenna was hot as always tho 🤩

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bestie

I asked this somewhere else too I think but idk my memory is not good

(one of) the Sinclairs with an (afab) s/o who doesn't masturbate cause they can't make themselves cum so it's only frustrating for them

so basically their partner is there absolute hero, but probably also super smug lmao

Practice Makes Perfect

Bo Sinclair x Reader

Warning!: Smut/Mutual Masterbation

"Are ya bein' serious?"

You shuffled beside Bo on his bed, watching as he stared at you in slight shock and disbelief. It wasn't that he made you uncomfortable, you were just embarrassed about your confession.

"Yeah, I don't do it.."

"Why not?"

"I don't know..I just can't seem to make myself finish...so I just don't bother anymore.."

Bo broke into a grin, and began to laugh, pressing his face into his pillow to muffle the sound. You huffed at him, rolling your eyes and looking away, "It's not that funny.."

Bo probably sensed your slight hurt, because he stopped laughing immediately, shuffling towards you and wrapping an arm around your waist, "Yer right, m'sorry pretty thing...it's just you looked pretty fuckin' cute sayin' that shit..."

You were quick to forgive him for it though, sighing and allowing him to massage your hips from behind, pressing loving kisses to your neck. "Y'know...I could help ya with yer little...issue.."

You froze in suprise, hands clenching around the hem of your skirt as you processed his words. Bo and yourself had always been quite close, him deciding to keep you in Ambrose instead of killing you like the others, so you were used to his bold flirting and physical affection, and had grown to crave it. However, this was a whole new level. The two of you had never done anything...sexual, the man not wanting to push your boundaries, so you didn't expect the boldness of his question, though it excited you.

"You're sure you wouldn't mind-"

"What? Teachin' ya how ta make yerself cum? Honey the thought alone has me fuckin' hard."

He gently grinded his bulge against your ass to prove his point, and you felt the familiar warmth flood to your nether regions, causing you to rub your thighs together.

"So, Waddya say, darlin'?"

You gave him a shaky nod, too embarrassed to speak, and you felt Bo smirk against your skin, moving backwards on the bed so that you could lay down fully before him. Once you were comfortable, Bo kissed you roughly, shoving his toungue into your mouth and lacing his fingers with yours, a sweet action that greatly contrasted how agressive he was being. You could feel his clothed erection against your thigh, and when he finally pulled away for air, a string of saliva connected the two of you, which you couldn't help but find so unexplainabley hot.

His lips found your neck, sucking and practically mawling the sensitive skin with his teeth, soothing the sting with the warmth of his toungue. You found yourself moaning quietly at his minstrations, lifting your hips to gain some friction against your now soaked core. Your desperation was obvious to Bo, and because of it, he deemed you ready.

Still holding onto your hand, he guided it down to the place between your thighs, tugging down your panties to give you more room. The second you felt your own fingers brush against you, you gasped, and Bo smirked at the sound. He pressed your hand firmly against yourself, and then let go, a silent command to not move in his lust filled gaze.

The man was now on his knees by the end of the bed, you sprawled out infront of him with your legs spread spread slightly and your hand on your pussy. He didn't say it, but this was singlehandedly the sexiest thing he had ever fucking seen, and he felt privileged to witness it.

"Touch yerself baby, show me how ya do it."

You nodded, rubbing slow, yet firm circles onto your clit, eyes unconsciously closing at the sensation, spreading your legs further to give yourself more space to move, sparks of pleasure running down your body.

"That feel good? Tell me baby."

You whimpered, "S'good, wanna cum so bad..."

"Ya will baby, Dontcha worry bout' that. Go a bit faster fer me sweet thing."

You obeyed his gentle order, your hand moving faster on your clit, the dull pleasure mounting slightly, your moans becoming more frequent. It was usually at this stage you'd give up, the feeling taking to long to build, it becoming more of a chore than a pleasure, but, you would keep going, your neediness and Bo's words allowing you to do so.

"Ya look so fuckin' sexy like this..fuck honey.."

You heard a shuffling sound, as well as a zipper, and opened your eyes slightly, watching as Bo freed his aching cock from it's tight confines, beginning to stroke it, grunting quietly. You didn't know what it was, maybe the fact that he was getting off to the sight of you, but his actions made you feel so fucking good, so undeniably attractive, moaning out louder as you sped up.

"Fuck yerself with yer fingers fer me darlin'...wanna fuckin' see it.."

"Shit-Bo..!"

You whined, bringing your other hand down to your hole, rubbing at it slightly, preparing yourself, before slipping two fingers in at once, how slick you were making it easier than any other time you had tried it. You instantly began thrusting, in and out, grinding yourself down onto your hand to increase the pleasure, continuing to rub at your puffy clit.

You were practically delirious at that point, the only thing in your mind being cumming for Bo, and for yourself. It felt so good, and although he wasn't explicitly touching you, you felt completely loved by him in that moment.

"Oh fuck-shit! Yer so good honey, look so fucking' good right now-God-"

He was stroking himself frantically, pre-cum dripping down onto the bed, face contorted in pleasure as he watched you fuck yourself. You were already overwhelmed, it being the first time you felt that good, so you were a whimpering, babbling mess.

"M'close! Please-Fuck!"

"Me too baby-shit-want ya ta cum fer me, m'kay? C-cum fer me pretty thing-fuck!"

With one final shout of his name that you were sure Vincent would hear from the basement, you came around your fingers, not stopping as you fucked yourself through your orgasm, back arched off the bed, tears streaming down your face and mouth open in a silent scream.

Bo gave his cock a few more desperate strokes before he came, his release coating your inner thighs and hands.

"Shit...fuck thats so fuckin' hot..."

He huffed out, crawling towards you. You moved your hands from inbetween your legs to wrap around his shoulders, careful not to stain his shirt, though you doubted he cared at that point. Bo gently kissed away your tears, murmering praises and words of affirmation into your warm skin, massaging your hips with his hands.

"I gotcha baby, did such a good job fer me.."

When you thought it was over, and you were just coming down from your high, Bo began to grind the head of his cock against your abused clit, still fully hard, which caught you off guard. Still sensitive from your orgasm, you whined, "B-Bo-fuck-"

He smirked down at you, looking smug as all hell, "Wanna teach ya how ta squirt around my fuckin' cock next, darlin'"

~~~~~~~~~~

Hope this was okay bestie 😭

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I present, my cat. Kisses.

LMAOOO IM CRYING WHY HE LOOK LIKE THAT😟

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hey, i’ve got a request for og!bubba: a victim escaping the sawyer residence and bubba about to panic, really scared for drayton’s reaction when (sort of dark!)reader takes care of it and kills the victim right in front of bubba’s eyes and he LOVES it. like, him being really proud and a little possessive even

Just like me

Bubba Sawyer x Dark!Reader

Warning!: Slight Nsfw towards the end/ body horror/mentions of death

When you had first been captured by the Sawyers, you were certain of your death, and had even accepted it, but you were spared, as Bubba, the chainsaw weilder who had massacred your friends, had taken a liking to you, so now, you were kept as some sort of 'Pet'.

At first you hated him, hated all of them, and rightly so after what they did to your friends, but, one particular night, you had realised that maybe Bubba wasn't as bad as you initially thought. He had come into your shared room, blubbering after a particularly bad fight with Drayton, and you couldn't help but comfort him, easing his cries into shaking whimpers. Bubba may have murdered your friends, but you had come to the realisation that maybe his older brother's manipulation and verbal abuse was why he was like this in the first place. After that, the two of you were closer than ever, Bubba protecting you from the others in the house and you comforting him and patching him up on bad days.

One particular summer afternoon, you were busy with a couple chores outside, Bubba taking care of a victim in the house as he usually did, his brothers at the gas station. You were about to go and check on him, when you heard an ear piercing shreak, which caused you to wince and stand up straight. A woman, early thirties, burst through the front door and scrambled down the porch steps, sprinting into the field as fast as she possibly could, which was pretty damn fast.

This happened sometimes, a victim managing to give Bubba the slip, but he always caught up to them, and this time would be no different, right? However, Bubba didn't follow after, the door opening slowly, the behemoth of a man stumbling through and collapsing soon after, clutching as his bloodied arm, wailing in anguish and panic. You knew he was scared,scared of what Drayton would do, and you simply weren't going to allow that.

Barely thinking, you grabbed the cleaver by your side and dashed after her, being quite fast yourself, ignoring Bubba's cry after you. You quickly caught up with the woman, determination in every movement, and in an act of thoughtlessness, and desperation to protect Bubba, you tackled her to the ground, a scream being the only thing she could make before you drove the cleaver into her back, hard. A few more of these agressive strikes, and she was no more, a bloodied gurgle leaving her mouth, and the field went quiet.

It was horrifying, but you found yourself unphased by what you had done, relief being the only thing you felt. You could hear Bubba's footsteps behind you, looking over your shoulder to face him. To him, you were a sight to behold, face covered in blood, chest heaving and looking undeniably attractive to him at that moment.

Before you could say anything, he nudged you off the body, picking it up easily and throwing it over his shoulder, wincing visibly at the pain in his arm. You followed Bubba quietly back into the house, allowing him to sort the body out in the box freezer whilst you headed upstairs to your shared bedroom to get the medkit, which you had placed on the unit. Bubba joined you shortly after, slumping down onto the bed with a pained huff, watching as you prepared the stuff required to patch him up.

Luckily, the wound wasn't too deep, so it wouldn't require stitches, merely a clean up and some gauze, which is exactly what you did, making sure not to hurt the large man too much. He had brought you into his lap to make it easier for you to help him, one hand clutching the bedsheets to brace himself and the other hand at the back of your thigh, holding you firmly in place.

Once you were finally done patching him up, you settled yourself down in his lap, staring up at him awkwardly, not knowing what to say, especially after what happened. However, the look on his face, well what was visible, seemed...proud? His large eyes were darting around, taking you in with shaky excitement. You killing that woman had obviously done something to him.

Mere seconds later, Bubba pressed his mouth against your exposed neck, and you expected a kiss, which wouldn't have been strange coming from the gentle giant, but instead, he bit down, causing you to gasp in suprise, and clutch him tighter. His warm tounge ran over the wound, soothing the pain slightly, and you unconsciously rolled your hips down onto him, making him jolt in suprise and dart his head up at you.

You could feel his hardness pressed against your thigh, but he ignored it, staring at your flushed face intensely. You and Bubba were not romantic, despite Drayton and Nubbin's accusations of such, so it was obviously a suprise to be this intimate with him. Instead of shoving you off and freaking out like you assumed he would, Bubba merely sat there, whimpers passing his lips as he rutted up against you. You took the initiative, grabbing his shoulders gently and kissing him, which caused a satisfying audible reaction, Bubba babbling excited the second you pulled away, pulling you tighter against him. The two of you may not be that similar, but in some ways, you were just like him, and maybe thats why he liked you so much.

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✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! 🏆 Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different bloggers, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out ✨

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Ily platonically this made my day💖😭

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What about a fic about Brahms × GN reader that fainted because they got too tired/something happened to them, how would brahms react? >w> (primarily wholesome and sfw)

Stressed

Brahms Heelshire x Gn!Reader

Tw!: mentions of fainting/slight panic

Living with Brahms was easier said than done sometimes, as much as you loved the man. He had his moments where he was overwhelmingly sweet and adorable, and then he had his moments where he was a violent brat.

Your relationship had it's ups and downs, but you really did care for him, and you knew he cared for you the same, if not more. However, sometimes it was difficult keeping up with the chores around the manor, especially since you were the only one doing them and the place was huge. A large part of your day was spent cleaning up, cooking, following Brahms' schedule, or cleaning traps. So, by the time your head hit the pillow, you almost always passed out, which was reasonable. Brahms didn't seem to notice your recent over-exhaustion though.

The past few days, there had been way more to do than usual, which normally wouldn't be a problem, if you didn't have a fever. It had started off as something small and easily ignorable, however, since you continuously pushed yourself and refused to rest, your condition grew worse.

It was at a point where even the slightest of movement made you dizzy and breathless, night time often being sleepless due to your constant shivers or cold sweats. It was unbearable, but, being the stubborn person you were, you refused to even acknowledge it. Luckily, Brahms was none the wiser.

However, eventually your carelessness caught up to you. You were currently dusting one of the cabinets, your masked lover quietly watching you from the sofa in the lounge you were both in, looking curious yet impatient. You knew he wanted nothing more than to cuddle, but if you gave into him nothing would get done.

Sighing, you stood up from your crouched position, panting slightly, and that's when an overwhelming wave of dizziness hit you like a bus, your vision going blurred and doubled, you slammed your hand down on the cabinet surface to steady yourself, which caught Brahms' attention, causing him to stand up swiftly and hurry to your side.

"(Y/n)? What's wrong? Are you alright?"

He asked in a child-like murmur, but you barely understood a word. Before he could ask you again, your vision went dark, and you knees buckled. The last thing you registered before you blacked out completely was an urgent call of your name and strong arms wrapped around you.

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When you came to, you were bundled up in your bed sheets, the room dimly lit and your head fuzzy. You didn't dare move, being too comfortable and too exhausted, but you leant your head upwards slightly to survey your surroundings.

When you registered that it was indeed your room, you also registered the person laying behind you, arms enveloping your smaller form. It was Brahms, obviously, but he was shaking, which raised your concerns as that wasn't something he typically did.

The second you rolled over to face him, he whimpered, clutching you tighter and burying his masked face into the crook of your neck, the cold porcelain making you shiver.

"Brahms honey? What happened?"

"I-I don't know! You just collapsed and I didn't know if you were dead or-"

He rambled, his panic increasing. You felt immense guilt in that moment, now realising how much you had truly worried him, hugging him close to you and shushing him gently.

"It's okay, I'm fine honey, just fainted is all."

He sniffled, staring up at you through the mask, voice taking a more mature tone.

"You should have told me you were unwell. Don't ever do that to me again."

His deep rumble sent a shiver down your spine, his suprising sternness catching you off guard. Sighing, you didn't argue, lifting his mask up completely to press a series of apologetic kisses against his face, which caused him to chuckle weakly and kiss your lips tenderly.

"You'll probably get sick too like this."

He let out an annoyed grunt, cuddling into you, "I don't care. You're mine and I need to make sure you're okay. I don't want anything to happen to you..."

Maybe, just maybe, you could afford to rest for a while, especially since Brahms wouldn't let you leave until you were better, pinning you to the bed in his strong grip. Ah well, at least you were with your favourite man, despite the fact that you would probably have to deal with his drama when he eventually catches your sickness.

"I love you..you're so pretty.."

He muttered against your skin, massaging your hips in a comforting manner. Despite everything, you could definitely get used to this type of affection.

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I’m feeling really depressed today so angst

The slasher(s) s/o dies by a train accident 7 months past by and they see their s/o with no hands :)

Thomas Hewitt, Micheal Myers and Bo Sinclair with a S/o who dies and later comes back

Warning!: Contains mentions of death, suicidal thoughts, and loss of limbs

Thomas Hewitt

When you 'died', Thomas really felt like he died too, and he didn't spend a day wishing that he actually had instead of you.

Of all the people he had killed, all the people he had witnessed die, he was sure that it could never, and would never happen to you.

He wouldn't allow it

Luda-Mae was the only one who actually provided Thomas with comfort over it, being a shoulder to cry on, because she knew how much her son loved you.

Becomes more violent, less merciful with his victims, because god dammit, you deserved to live, and if a good, honest person like you didn't get that luxury, then no one else should be allowed it either.

When seven months pass, and he sees you back, and alive, covered in scars and missing your hands, he doesn't know what to think.

Crushes you to his chest on sight, letting out sobs and wails you didn't think he could make.

Won't let you out of his sight for a long time, maybe never again, and his protectiveness increases tenfold.

Because of your loss of limbs, he tries to make things easier for you around the house, doing any chore Hoyt cruelly asigns to you, and attemping to make sure you're as comfortable as possible

You're the love of his life, hands or no hands, and he will never forgive himself if he makes you think otherwise

Micheal Myers

Micheal knows he isn't a good person, and he's proud of that factor at times

However, you are the one good thing he has been allowed all his life, and despite inner protests and warnings, he fell in love with you

When you 'died', that was it

His only chance at redemption, or at least his only reason to wake, was gone.

The only person who didn't make him feel like a monster was torn away from him, and he couldn't find it in himself to say he didn't deserve it, because some small part of him knew he did

He loved you, lived for you, and now you were dead

He becomes more violent and frequent with his killings, making sure every one one of his victims felt that same pain he was feeling, but it brought no satisfaction, no comfort like it usually would have

When you return, he's skeptical, and hurt all over again

He tries to kill you at first, furious that you left him, that you made him fall for you in the first place

However, he sees that look in your eyes, pleading and full of love, and that's all it takes for him to finally break down after seven months of silence.

He slumped against you, quiet and breathy sobs shaking him, and you can only stand there as he holds you

Your loss of limbs doesn't change the way he views you, or the way he loves you, but like Thomas, his protectiveness increases, and he tries to make things easier around the house by cleaning up after himself and doing chores for you.

He may be heartless, but he loves you, and he isn't going to let you struggle, especially after he just got you back.

Bo Sinclair

He's crushed, absolutely fucking ruined, but he tries his best to hide it from his younger brothers

He pretends that it's okay, that it's nothing new, he's kept people before and they've all died, so you aren't any different.

He's wrong

He didn't love the others, only keeping them around for meaningless sex, someone to take out his frustrations on after a hard day.

He actually loved you, cared for you.

You were different in more ways than he could count, and pretending that he didn't miss you hurt worse that accepting your death

Vincent and Lester knew he loved you, and can tell he's hurt, so they try to cheer him up, to get him to talk, but it doesn't work

He spends the seven months a colder, crueler person, hunting down each victim with a lack of playfulness. A calculated killer.

When you return, he's in denial, screaming and shouting until his voice his hoarse about how much he hates you for abandoning him, for leaving him alone, how you can go fuck yourself

However, this angry facade quickly crumbles when you apologise, him being all over you in tears after that

Like the other three, your loss of limbs isn't going to make him view you any differently than before, if anything, he's just relieved to have you back

If he can't watch over you, he'll pass you over to Lester, as his youngest brother has the easiest and probably the safest job out of the three of them

Knows you aren't weak, but still forces you to let him help you out if he can see you're struggling

You're dynamic won't change much, the only thing being different is the fact that now he no longer denies how much he actually loves you

[smexy-slashers]

Slashers with Dilf!S/o :)

Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers and Vincent Sinclair with a Dilf!S/o

Brahms Heelshire

Ahahha, thats hot

Honestly Brahms lives for a s/o that can take control so you being a dilf...deffo does something to him

He just finds you so unexplainabley hot and its not even funny

You're probably older than him to so that lowkey makes him feel...protected? Secure?

Assuming you have a child, he'd be pretty bothered by the attention you give them because...hello?? You're his???

Eventually he'll get used to the child's presence, but don't expect him to be acting like a second dad because honey that aint gonna happen I'm sorry😭

He'll be brotherly at most thats all you're gonna get

Will constantly misbehave so you will break his back discipline him

Will probably call you daddy ngl

Micheal Myers

Go off.

Now don't get me wrong he LIVES for being the controlling one, but hot dad? Mmmmm yes.

Lowkey loves the power struggle between you two it turns him on

With Micheal you'll need to be a bit more assertive but it pays off in the end when he's helpless beneath you

Does not give a flying fuck about your child at first.

Like aslong as you're breaking his back on the daily he don't care about some small human😭

Eventually he becomes kinda protective over your child, not necessarily in a father way but in a 'Fucking with this child essentially means you wanna fuck with my s/o, and baby, I ain't tolerating that'

I feel like he'd also call you daddy but only if he's particularly needy and desperate

What can I say he has a thing for dad's with big dick ✋🙄

Vincent Sinclair

No no no, break it, break it it's fine

Honestly aslong as his s/o loves him he doesn't really care, but you being a dilf is a HUGE bonus

If you destroy him from behind or against his work bench, he will accend, I'm not fucking joking

He may be a killer, but I feel like even he wants to feel protected and less exposed sometime, and you make him feel like that

The only person on this list that didn't consider stabbing your child when they first met😭

He's a bit awkward around them at first, but after a while he becomes like a second dad to them, making them little wax figures or them drawing together.

It's cute tbfh

You're older and hot?? Yeah baby he's living the good life ✋👀

[smexy-slashers]

might I humbly request

my lovely Bo with an afab reader who sees him kill someone or just runs into him when he's covered in blood, and he slams her into a wall, about to choke her - but instead of fighting she moans and gets all flustered

and he's like "interesting" and decides to... explore this new situation (some smut pls? maybe dubcon?)

I can't stop thinking about him I love him so much 😭

Choke

Bo Sinclair x Reader (smut)

Warning!: Contains Smut/Dub-con/choking

You had been wandering, searching for Bo, who had dissapeared on you half an hour ago, much to your confusion. You and your so called friend's car broke down just outside a seemingly abandoned town called Ambrose, so, you decided to venture forward in an attempt to find help. You had discovered Bo, and he assured you that he was a mechanic capable of assisting you, which brought you immense relief. However, now he was nowhere to be found, and neither was your 'friend'.

You didn't particularly like them, as they left you at any chance they got and treated you like dirt, but you were a good enough person to begin your search.

It was dark out now, the town lit up with street lamps and the only sound being your breathing and the occasional chirp of a bird, which was strange in itself considering most wildlife in the area was not nocturnal. You sighed, the gas station coming back into view, and, just when you were about to give up your looking and head back to the car, your friend burst through the front doors of the station, seeming panicked and terrified. Upon seeing them, you froze, taking in the blood that drenched their shirt and the limp in their sprint.

When you opened your mouth to call them, a gunshot fired, and they dropped to the ground with a pained gurgle, blood splattering against the concrete. Staring in horror, you didn't even register the owner of the gun until he kicked them in the back of the skull with an angered grunt, clenching his fists around the barrel.

It was Bo. The man who promised to fix your car and send you on your merry way, the man who you found remotely attractive, had just shot and quite possibly killed your friend, and the thought alone caused you to release a terrfied sob, making Bo snap his head up to glare in your direction.

The second he saw you, you knew it was over, barely having time to relax as he charged forward and shoved you against the alley way brick wall, vision becoming slightly blurry due to the fact that he had hit your head from the force of his touch.

"Nosey fuckin' bitch, can't keep yer fuckin' ass outta of our business, can ya?"

He growled, yanking your head back by your hair, a pained whimper passing your lips. His gaze was predatory, and you knew that there was no possible way you were going to survive this encounter from the way he was gripping you.

"Y'know, was considerin' keepin' ya, fuckin' slut, but now I gotta shut yer whore mouth"

He wrapped his large hand around your throat, and squeezed, pushing you against the bricks hard with the intention of murder. He was trying to kill you, you could tell this from the way his fingertips pressed painfully into your skin, but despite this knowledge, you felt a shamefull rush of heat form in your stomach, and you couldn't help but let out a small, choked moan at the feeling of him strangling you.

It was embarrassing, and completely mortifying, but, looking back on it, your enjoyment for his actions saved your life. Bo froze at your sound, his glare disappearing momentarily, confusion crossing his face, before his tight frown faded into a smirk, eyes glazing over in obvious lust, squeezing your neck harder.

"Ya like this shit, sugar?"

His question was rhetorical, burying his face in your hair and inhaling your intoxicating scent as you felt darkness swarm your vision, hands clutching at his arm. He evaluated you for a moment, eyes raking over your smaller form, before he seemed to make his mind up.

"Got another way to shut that pretty mouth of yer's sugar."

He mumbled, releasing you and allowing you to collapse against the wall, gasping for breath, fingers grazing where his hand had been, wincing at the pain. That was going to bruise.

Instead of killing you, like you assumed he would, Bo, placed a hand at your throat once more, only this time he merely held you in place, spare hand travelling up your shirt to squeeze one of your breasts, agressively thumbing the nipple, watching in amusement as you squirmed under his touch, firmly held in place as rubbed and caressed your hips before travelling down into the depths of your shorts, fingers brushing against your clothed clit, which gave a weak throb at his minstrations.

"Fuckin' soaked.."

He muttered, yanking your underwear aside and rubbing you properly, the lack of fabric in the way filling you with immense relief as you bucked yourself into his hand. Bo was obviously enjoying it as much as you were, which was telling from the way he was grinding against your inner thigh, breathy grunts leaving him as he assaulted your mouth in a hungry kiss, hand still firm around your throat. You should have struggled, or at least shown some resistance, but it felt too damn good, and you didn't want him to stop.

When Bo deemed you prepared enough, he abruptly shoved his thick fingers inside of you, catching you off guard and causing you to let out a particularly loud moan when he began to thrust them in and out, the sounds alone making you squirm.

"Good pretty girl"

He grunted, fucking you faster, your wetness soaking his hand, which he noted with a pleased groan when he tugged down your shorts to give him more room to move.

"Look at that, drippin' all over. Ya close Sugar?"

You were, so unbelievably so that it hurt, and you conveyed this to Bo with a frantic nod, whining pathetically. He smirked, choking you harder than before, causing your vision to blur and your eyes to roll back.

"Fuckin' cum then, slut."

You did, sobbing as you clenched around his fingers and released all over him, the remnants coating your thighs, which were trembling from the mere force of your orgasm. Bo shushed you, allowing you a chance to breath properly as he yanked your underwear down to your ankles, exposing you to him. He began unbuckling his belt, freeing his fully erect cock from its tight confines, stroking it furiously as he stared down at you.

"Fuckin' sexy bitch, got me so fuckin' hard. Who does this fuckin' pussy belong to, huh?"

You rubbed your sticky thighs together at his words, squirming under his heated, predatory gaze. He had a way of commanding you to speak without saying a single thing.

"Yours- It's yours Bo"

You gasped, as the moment those words left your mouth, Bo had slammed you back into the wall by your throat, and completely rammed his cock inside of you, bottoming out. You cried out, not in pain, but in pure relief, nearly collapsing when he began to thrust himself in and out of you at an unrelenting pace, anger and lust mixing his expression.

You arched yourself into him, the only thing you being able to do to support yourself was grip the arm that was choking you, watching as something soft passed across his face, something different.

"Feel so fuckin' good Sugar-Ngh shit!"

He leaned forward and tenderly pecked your lips a few times before trailing them down your jaw to a particular spot on your neck. He bit down without hesitation, as if marking you up, and you let out a louder moan at the pain it caused.

"Fuck sugar-hngh- ya feel so fuckin' perfect"

He fucked into you harder, the tip of his cock hitting a certain spot inside of you that made you throw your head back and see stars, and , when Bo realised this, he continued to batter this spot, over and over.

"Nghh-Ahh! B-o!"

A growl reverberated in his throat at the sound of his name coming from your lips, sounding so desperate. It made his cock impossibley harder, which you didn't think was possible, and you could tell by the way his thrusts became sloppy that he wasn't going to last much longer, and, neither would you.

"Ngh- Gonna fuckin' cum-gonna fill ya up baby. Ya want that? Ya-shit!-Ya want me to fill Ya up?"

You nodded frantically, wanting anything he would give you in this moment with manic desperation, any past event in your mind fuzzy and forgotten from pleasure.

"Cum then, be a good fuckin' girl and cum. Make a mess of this fuckin' cock baby-Fuck!"

His words, combined with the way he gripped your throat, had you falling off the edge, squirting all over his cock with one final scream of his name. Bo faltered at your release, grunts becoming breathy moans, hammering into you one, two, three more times until he was done, spurts of cum painting your walls white, and dripping down your thighs in places that escaped.

Bo was still, cock remaining inside of you, panting heavily as he finally removed his hand from your throat, leaning forward to tenderly kiss your forehead, which caught you off guard, due to how rough he had been.

"Good girl...maybe I am gonna fuckin' keep ya afterall.."

That prospect was less frightening than it had sounded before, especially if it meant doing things like that more often.

~~~~~~~

I hope this is okay!

[smexy-slashers]

Hi how are you doing?

I was wondering if someone attacked Michaels s/o and s/o fought back and was about to kill the attacker. Would Micheal stop them or let them kill?

I love your writing btw it’s so good!

Micheal's S/o Killing someone who attacked them

This is depending on how fast you are to get them off of you and fight back

If it isn't done quicker than he can react, or if he can see you're struggling, he will rip this person off of you and tear them limb from limb

You're his, and no one messes with you

If he can see that you're handling yourself, he will gladly let you kill your attacker, waiting until they are dead to further decimate their body out of mere frustration for not being able to protect you

If he can see that killing someone would bother you, or if he knows you won't be able to handle it, he's not going to make you do it, nor will he let you.

Micheal may be heartless, but the last thing he wants is his s/o shutting themselves away because they killed someone

He'd pull you off, and then finish the job himself, albeit angrily.

If he can see you're perfectly capable of killing someone, and won't be disturbed by it afterwards, he'll gladly let you do it, and would probably get slightly excited at the sight.

Regardless of the outcome, whether you killed the attacker or Micheal, he'll be checking you over for injuries and marks, pretending he isn't worried when he's internally panicking.

Once he's sure you're okay, he's going to be keeping an extra close eye on you after that, just in case a stunt like this happens again, which is the last thing he wants to happen

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IM ACTUALLY BACK THIS TIME OMG

Im so fucking sorry you guys,i know i said i was back like 2 weeks ago, but what i didnt fucking realise was that my exams were literally 2 days later, so i wanted to focus on those 😟 PLEASE DONT BE ANGRY IM GONNA START REQUESTS RIGJT AWAY NOW THAT IM NOT BUSY AND THAT I FEEL BETTER