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I cope by writing so yeah. If I stop my brain gets all depressed and I don’t like it.

Slashers as songs I un-ironically listen to

Michael:

Brahms:

Bubba:

Thomas:

Vincent:

Bo:

Lester:

Jason:

Charles Lee:

Tiffany:

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My friend sent me this no context

I want what they have

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Ven is Such An AssHat but God Please 🙌🙏

Going to see Venom, the monsterfucker in me is real (the tentacles are not, sadly)

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men’s shoulder blades… men’s backs… rb if you agree

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Going to see Venom, the monsterfucker in me is real (the tentacles are not, sadly)

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My favourite part of Tumblr is the ability to come back after 3 mental breakdowns and have it be the same as when I left

I mean. Fuck. Feels like coming home after a long trip.

And now, we'll soon be back to our regularly scheduled bullshit.

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slasher au where amanda young and asa emory meet and instantly become besties. sleepovers spent designing traps and sharing techniques while watching bee movie or something

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smoking with billy and stu but everytime one of you coughs you have to remove an article of clothing 👀👀👀

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Otis B. Driftwood x reader NS!FW, 18+ only TW; Heavy gore

I watch as Otis puts his gun to the man’s head, waiting for a moment. My breathing stutters as he shoots the man, brain matter and bone splattering the ground. With a sadistic smile, I walk forward, picking the man up so he’s back on his knees. 

I cast my eyes up to Otis’s curious ones, smiling. With one hand I hold the man up, with the other I tug at Otis’s pants.

“Off,” I murmured, smirking at his annoyed but aroused compliance. He’s half hard already, shoving down his jeans to show his pale dick in the light of the setting sun. I smile and lean forward, giving his cock small licks to coax him into hardness, reveling in his hissing and panting. 

I pull away, grabbing the corpse's hair and guiding it forward. Otis’s eyes widen and shut rapidly as he groans, hand coming down to grip my hair as I fuck the corpses skull on his cock. 

Thick, hot blood pools out both ends of the hole as I bob the man’s head on Otis, coating my hands. I lock eyes with the other sadist and lick it off my hand. He lets out a feral growl, thrusting into the man’s head. Brain matter and blood coats his dick, pale skin stained red and pink. 

“Good boy,” I purred, fucking the corpse on him faster. The man’s eyes were still open as I forced Otis to fuck the hole in his forehead, his lifeless eyes holding no light. His jaw hung open, blood and cold drool dripping down his chin. 

“Fuckin’ whore,” Otis snarled, pulling my hair. I lean into his touch, grinning as I look up at his blue eyes. 

“Only for you, fuckin’ bastard,” I snark back, fucking him harder and faster. Otis lets out a string of curses and grunts, thrusting into the hole with vigor. “Are you gonna come for me, baby?” Otis growls as his hips stutter, white seeping in with the red that was still trickling out of the man’s head. 

Otis steps back, jerking his pants up as I shove the corpse down. I turn to Otis, grinning when he kisses me possessively. After he jerks back, eyes darting between my eyes and lips, I smile. Fingers covered in blood, come and brain matter slip into my mouth, a lewd groan coming out around the iron-salty digits. 

Otis ground his hips against mine as I sucked on my fingers, gripping my waist. 

“‘M gonna fuck yer ass up tonight,” he growled. I kiss his lips deeply, sticking my tongue deep into his mouth to allow him to taste the brain matter. He pulls away, gasping with lust-blown pupils. 

“I wouldn’t expect any less, my love,” I purred back, claiming his lips once more.

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Jesse Cromeans meeting his Future Blind!S/O Reader at a bar. A creep keeps bothering her so Jesse just comes up and breaks the guys arm. 😊

Jesse Cromeans x Blind S/O, but of course!

You had come with a friend, the girl soon leaving you. You knew this had been a bad idea as soon as you had stepped in, the booming music near deafening. She led you to the bar only to ditch you for a guy- ‘Jeremy’, as she had so fondly called him.

Disgusting. 

Well, at least you knew the bar well. One you frequented, farther back in the club led to a not so savory place. The music would be quieter there, and the knife that you carried would look much less suspicious. 

With a low grumble, you took your cane and slowly made your way through the familiar club, brushing up against the wall every once in a while to make sure you were still on the right path. 

You make your way to the bar, sliding into your seat with a familiar ease. Bill should be working tonight, a small-time serial killer who took to bartending in his spare time. 

“Hey, if it isn’t Matt Murdock!” Bill, as predicted, came to you immediately as you sat down. A small grin graced your face at his voice.

“Nope. Born blind, not blinded.” The man sighs and snaps his fingers.

“Worth a try. You’re no superhero anyway.” He laughs at his own joke before leaning on the counter. “Are you uh,” he clears his throat, “with someone tonight?” Translation; Did you bring someone with you that you will try to get killed by the men in here or kill yourself later?

“Nah. Had a dumb broad, but she ditched me a while back. Not worth trying to find until last call.” Translation; No, I won’t be drinking, if I don’t find another worthy victim I’ll be following the girl. 

“I’d just leave her tonight, bro.” I hear the telltale slide of metal, the cold soda can hitting my open hand. “There’s a guy out looking for broads and the like.” Translation, tonight the bar isn’t safe.

“He like superheroes?” Will he come after me? 

“You really wanna find out?” Bill walked away. The chair next to me is taken by someone, a man. 

“You come here often?” His voice is nasally and annoying, nearly making you cringe. 

“Frequently.” You sip on your soda, bristling as the man laughed and touched your arm. 

“A sense of humor! I always like that in a partner,” he tells you. You sneer.

“Listen, man, I don’t want-” A clammy hand brushed your waist making you recoil. 

“Listen, sweetheart, maybe we could get outta here, you’d love my place,” He purred, his beer-scented-breath wafted over your face. Jerking back, you frowned deeply, shaking your head. He growled, reaching forward and gripping your arm.

“Get off-” you growled, yanking back. A heavy set of footsteps approach quickly, making you jerk back farther.

“He-” A sickening ‘snap!’ and there was screaming. The bar went quiet compared to the man's howl of pain, a smile finding its way onto your face as the man stumbled back. Nobody came to his rescue- doing what he had was considered breaking protocol. 

You hear clicking, typing on a phone, before the other person walks forward.

“Are you hurt?” A robotic female voice asks, making you tilt your head. You shake your head with a small smirk, brushing yourself off.

"I'm fine, thanks to you." Though now it won’t be nearly as easy to kill him. You hear the new man snap, followed by the drunk idiot being dragged off. “Where are you going with him?” 

“We’ll be taking care of him,” a woman speaks. Not the robotic voice, an actual woman. An amused smirk graces your lips. 

“Good. Too bad though, now I’ll have to find another potential partner.” Bill walks back over to your section of the bar, touching your shoulder. 

“Hey, superhero, you alright?” He asked lightly. The man I was talking to must have been the predator. 

“Peachy.” You turn back to the bar, waiting for Bill to slide you your soda. The other man sits next to you, your heart stuttering ever-so-slightly. He pushes your soda to you slowly. Clicking on the phone comes from his direction again.

“Looking for a fuck?” the voice asks, making you laugh. You shake your head, letting your hand drift down to your knife. 

“I never said that.” The man places a hand on your shoulder, allowing you to feel his figure shake in mirth. 

With a smile and a laugh of your own, you place your hand on his shoulder. Maybe, just maybe, meeting another superhero wouldn’t be so bad. 

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Think you could do Asa and Jesse coming home to find there house broken into. When they find their scared Deaf-Mute S/O they've already taken care of the home invader.

Ah, amie, for you? Any time!

Asa Emory x Jesse Cromeans x Deaf/mute S/O

Jesse Cromeans was a rich man. He knew it, Asa knew it and loved to use it to his advantage for his traps. Their little spouse knew it though they never took advantage of it, modest and sweet. 

They knew enough of Jesse's money to not worry when he installed the highest grade security system, alarms that would alert Jesse and Asa to any intruders at any point in time. 

It was nearly eleven when the alarm went off, Asa nearly an hour away at the hotel and Jesse an hour and a half away on a hunt. The cameras showed a man, tall and lean, entering the house. 

Miles away from each other, Jesse and Asa managed to feel the exact same thing at the same moment. Anger, sharp like a knife at the fact that anyone would dare enter their home followed by-

Oh my god, (Y/n). 

Jesse ran- ran- to his car, phone out and dialing Spann faster than he thought possible. 

“Sir?” She murmured, very obviously tired. His fingers fumbled over the keys as he typed out sloppily- 

SOMEONE IN MY HOUSE. GET TO (Y/N). Spann nodded as Jesse hung up, speeding home. 

Asa left the hotel, walking calmly out. He did not shed his collector attire until he reached his van and even then, he only took off the mask. He was craving blood.  

***

You were reading. A medical journal sat in your hands, feet propped up on the coffee table. The tv played idly in the background, flickering lights casting a pleasant glow along with the blue-white bulb in the lamp. 

A light sigh left your lips as you looked up at the clock- nearly eleven. Standing, you stretched your arms above your head, twisting your torso to shake off the stiffness that had settled there. A yawn emerged from your throat, a tired feeling settling over your heart.

Placing the book on the side table and folding the blanket- Asa was so very peculiar about cleanliness- you decided to go to bed. Jesse wouldn't be back until dawn, his newest little piggy a pretty blonde that he had been wanting for nearly a month. Asa would be back sooner, but while he was normally particular with time, when he was with his collection time seemed to flow together for him. 

You shuffled upstairs to the bedroom, pondering what they would do if you were their victim. How would they dissect you? Would Jesse let you keep your head? He loved your neck, having told you so many times. It would be a shame to mess it up. 

Would Asa keep you for his collection? Would he want you only as bait or as a pet? Would he-

Your heart pumped oddly in your chest, fear seizing you though you showed none of it. A gun barrel was pressed to the small of your back, a single shot would sever your spine. 

You were shaking but didn't move, assuming the person was talking. 

A hand on your shoulder spun you around, a tall man- not nearly as tall as Jesse, Jesse who wasn't home- talking angrily to you. He wore a black fabric mask, covering his mouth.

You brought your hands up, flinching when he waved the gun at you. You continued though, shaking ever-so-slightly. 

'What do you want?' The man's eyes and demeanor showed understanding, chest falling in a sigh. 'Please don't-' he points the gun at you, mouth curling up in a sneer under his mask. His hand came up, taking off the mask and revealing pale skin. 

"Can you read my lips?" He said slowly, smirking when you nodded shakily. "Good. In the room." He waved the gun towards the room, urging you on. You didn't turn all the way, walking in but keeping an eye on the man. 

He walked forward past you, standing at the end of the bed and looking around the large room. Your eyes shot down to the lamp, an unbreakable and heavy thing Jesse had got. 

'Looks cool,' he had signed, moving it from hand to hand. It was made of concrete, colorful swirls down the side. Cordless. 

You waited until he turned to the closet, back completely to you. Grabbing it quickly, you brought it down over the back of his head, adrenaline pumping through your veins. 

He sprawled out on the floor, gun flying as he fell. He wasn't unconscious but nearly, flipping over to look at you. You brought the lamp down again, heaving out heavy breaths. 

His arm moved and fear surged through you, making you bring the lamp above your head. 

You brought it down as heavily as you could, a silent scream leaving you as his head shattered. 

Dropping the lamp, you scrambled back, pressing yourself into the headboard. Your mouth was open, horrified little pants leaving you. You shot up when you felt the air change, the door swinging open to reveal an unfamiliar man.

 You lunged forward, slamming the door shut and locking it. You backed up slowly, breathing fast and panicked. Thick, warm blood coated the bottom of your foot as you stepped in the puddle that his head had made. You slipped, nearly falling on the man but only landing in his blood, scrambling back to press yourself against the wall. 

Eyes locked on the bleeding corpse, you waited. 

***

Asa arrived first, slipping on his mask and nearly storming in. He could hear his blood in his ears, anger radiating through him as he walked in past Jesse’s people. A clean up crew, he realized solemnly. They weren’t working, seeming to just stand around. 

One of the women- Spann, he recognized- gripped his arm. He turned around, knife to her throat. She didn’t look afraid, eyes glinting with sick amusement and her face all professional. 

“This way, sir.” 

Jesse pulled up, running inside with nowhere near as much restraint as Asa. His employees pointed the way for him, his eyes catching Spann and Asa as they approached the master bedroom. 

Spann, hearing Jesse’s footsteps, turned to him. 

“Good evening, sir. They’re in the bedroom and wouldn’t let us in, would you like me to-?” Jesse waved her off, striding forward. 

Asa reached up, placing a hand on Jesse’s arm and squeezing lightly- support he would never admit to giving. Unlocking the door, Jesse entered first, the stronger of the two in terms of brute force, expecting the worst. 

A hostage situation, maybe? Were they hurt? Were they- no, Jesse wouldn't think about what would happen if you were dead.

What he didn’t expect was their spouse, covered in blood and sitting a few feet away from a man’s corpse. His head was bashed in, one of their lamps- what could you possibly need an unbreakable lamp for, Jesse?- brain matter and blood coating their spouse.

 They had not seen them yet, eyes locked on the corpse.  Their arms were locked around their legs as they shuddered, a resigned look on their face. 

Jesse walked forward, kneeling in front of you. 

Your eyes flit up, locking onto the chromatic mask your husband bore. A sad and relieved smile graced your blood-splattered face. 

‘Are you hurt?’ You shook your head at Jesse’s question, gesturing to the man. 

‘He is.’ Jesse huffed out a soft laugh, brushing a piece of hair off your forehead. Your smile falls, eyes falling to the man. ‘I killed him.’ Jesse took off his mask, casting it aside carelessly. It landed in the blood, making you flinch. Jesse placed a hand on the side of your head before leaning down, kissing you like he thought you were dead. 

You tilted your head up, sighing into his mouth. You felt his mangled lips twist into a grin, very on par for his cocky self. He stood, backing up as Asa strode forward. 

Asa said nothing, only looking you over before pulling you into his lap. He hugged you, mask pressed to the side of your head. Jesse leaned down slightly, resting a hand in your hair. You pulled back, smiling in relief. 

'Thank you,' you signed, looking between Asa and Jesse. 

'For?' Asa looked between you and Jesse as the man signed. 

'Coming home.' Asa sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before bringing his hands back. 

'We will protect you.' He picked you up bridal style, standing and turning. Jesse leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

Sandwiched between the two men, you couldn't help but believe those words. 

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Asa Emory x Jesse Cromeans x Reader

Jesse was pacing nervously, looking from his watch to Asa back to his watch. They were supposed to be home by now, nearly half an hour late. 

“Have you heard from them at all today?” Asa murmured, the barest hint of uncertainty worming into his cool, logical voice. Jesse shook his head, sneering and pacing. He pulled out his phone, typing something before shoving it in his pocket. 

With a heavy sigh he seated himself in an armchair, a big black leather thing that usually held your small, lithe body. Asa sat, eyes locked on the other man. 

Only a few minutes later, Spann walked in, laptop in hand. 

“Sir, I’ve brought the required-” 

‘Find them.’ Jesse stood, hovering over Spann as she opened the laptop. Asa walked over after a moment, looking over the device. 

“You bugged their phone?” Jesse shook his head, grinning cockily as he looked up at Asa. 

‘Tracker.’ Asa allowed a small smile on his lips, looking back at the screen. Jesse stood, grabbing his case. 

“They seem to be in an industrial area, an old abandoned-” 

“Hotel,” Asa snarled, turning and storming out. Jesse applied his mask slowly, unhurried. With a nod to Spann, he took his case and left. 

***

When they arrived, having rode together in Jesse’s car (much to Asa’s displeasure), neither expected an unfamiliar car sitting out front. They approached with caution, mask clad and ready to kill.  

Asa unlocked the door, breathing quiet but heavy.  With a flick of his hand, low lights turned on, revealing something that made both men pause.  A thick trail of blood, starting by the door and continuing out of sight, paused only by the whole human leg in the middle of the room. 

Asa strode forward, knife flipping in his hand. Familiar wails of mercy as the men walked past rooms, Asa steering Jesse from traps gently with an annoyed sigh. They followed the blood trail, expecting the worst. 

Jesse pulled Asa to a stop, making the latter man snarl out a- 

“What?” Jesse leaned down slowly, picking up a badge, covered in blood. There was a cop here somewhere. Asa turned, walking faster. 

They finally got to where the blood trail turned, into his dissection room. On the floor, in the far corner were two masses.

One was small and drenched in blood, crouching and shaking with near-silent giggles. The other was missing both of their legs, laying on the ground with one severed leg still inches from where it was cut off. The small thing’s back was turned to the men, hiding the near-dead man’s face. 

They reached over, cutting off a piece of meat from the man’s severed leg. With a stifled laugh, they leaned back over the man and- 

Asa walked forward silently, watching in fascination as their small spouse fed the cop his own leg. The man was sobbing but clearly near death, not able to muster up enough strength to fight off the sadist. 

Jesse walked forward, allowing his footsteps to make noise. The person's head shot up, turning to look at both of the men with a sweet and serene smile.

“Oh!” Their smile widened, eyes squinting slightly as they stood. They shoved the knife into their pocket, a sweet smile on their bloody face. “Hello, my loves.” They skipped forward, barely flinching as Asa gripped their upper arm with a snarl. 

“What are you doing?” he demanded, pressing the tip of his knife under their jaw. They tilted their head, boring into Asa’s beautiful and furious eyes with their own. 

“Now, now, is that any way to thank me for taking care of the police officer who came with questions about you?” Jesse rested a hand on Asa’s shoulder, shoving him back. Asa growled but did not interfere as Jesse overlooked their small pet. 

‘What happened?’ They smiled up at Jesse before jumping into his arms to kiss the much taller man’s mask. Jesse sighed happily before setting them down, crossing his arms. They smiled, holding their hands together and backing up so both Jesse and Asa could see them.

“Closest safe place to deal with him. Played the terrified spouse.” Their eyes darkened, something both men had seen in each other but never on their sweet little (Y/n). “It was the most fun chase I’ve had in a long time! Got his leg stuck in a bear trap-” both men’s eyes shot to the leg, obviously broken- “but still wouldn’t stop! Actually, he didn’t really slow down till I took his other leg!” An amused giggle as the man groaned weakly. 

They turned back to the man- only one eye present, the other one popped and smeared all over his face- grin softening as he whimpered and tried to push himself back on his arms. Blood pooled sluggishly under his legs, horrified sobbing growing louder as they walked to him. 

“Oh, you poor baby. Tell you what, I’ll give you a five minute head start, yeah?” They leaned forward, kissing his head as he sobbed and whimpered. “Would you like that, sweetheart?” They brushed back a blood-soaked piece of hair. 

The man nodded sluggishly, trying to escape on his arms. He flipped onto his belly, army crawling towards the door. 

They watched this with a sweet and amused smile. Turning to Asa- whose breathing had sped, skin slick with a thin sheet of sweat and pupils blown- they met his eyes. With a few teasing steps, they laid blood-slick lips on his dry lips, moaning lowly. 

Asa growled, pulling them closer and breaking the kiss.

“You’re in for quite a punishment when we get home, little thing,” he murmured against their lips. Jesse walked to them, standing behind their short body and  gripping their waist. 

He signed nothing, only grinding into their backside. They threw their head back, resting it against Jesse as their excited eyes met his sockets. 

“Hold that thought, dearest.” Taking Jesse’s knife from its holster on his thigh, they strode to the sobbing man once more. He was at the door now, a trail of blood following him. 

“No, no,” he slurred as they flipped him over. “Please-” A thick cough sent blood bubbling out of his mouth. They straddled him, pressing the knife to his chest. He sobbed, an agonized expression on his face. 

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Embrace it. I’m going to free you from your pain. Don’t you want that?” They murmured, trailing the knife down his face. He starts hyperventilating, sobs and whines and ‘no, please,’ coming from his mouth. “Do you want the pain to end?” The man slowed, nodding as tears rolled down his face. “Good boy,” They purred, plunging the knife behind his ear and into his head. 

He stopped moving as they wiggled the knife before pulling it out, shoving it in his chest a few times for good measure. 

Standing, pupils blown in lust, they turned to Jesse and Asa. Asa looked ready to eat them, and Jesse only clapped a few times. 

‘Amazing job on your first kill,’ he signed. 

They tilted their head, a curious and amused little smile gracing their innocent and blood covered face. 

“First?”

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Masterlist below the cut

Who I will write

Slashers- Any. If I do not know them, ask anyway because I am willing to learn 

Eldritch horrors/ monsters- once again, just ask. Same rules apply. 

Horror characters that aren't slashers, ex. Dr. Herbert West or victims 

Creepypasta characters

V for Vendetta characters, movie or book personalities 

I am not picky with characters! As long as it has a good idea, I am willing to learn in depth about a character, though in such situations it might take me a bit to learn

What I will write

One shots! I have no limits as long as I have a good idea to work on. Heavy gore? Smut? Torture? Go ahead. 

Headcannons. While I don't enjoy headcannons quite as much as writing a good story, I will 

Full length stories! With a good enough request I will do stories, though they would more likely be mostly posted on Ao3

Matchups! I haven't done a lot of these, but I find writing them incredibly amusing. 

What I’ve written:

Jesse Cromeans 

Poly Chromeskull and Collector with a psycho reader

Poly Chromskull and Collector with Deaf/Mute S/O

Chromeskull with Blind S/O

Asa Emory

Poly Chromeskull and Collector with a psycho reader

Poly Chromskull and Collector with Deaf/Mute S/O

I enjoy twisted, so don't be afraid to ask! 

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Oh my. Would you mind if i perhaps take a shot at writing this? It's your ask, but I would love to try!

How about a poly jesse and Asa with a smoll fragile looking s/o who one day goes messing only to be found in asa his hotel looking like a absolute psycho coverd in blood feeding a victim with there own flesh

Hopefully it's not too much for a story

Um just going to state that I have no clue how to write this one. No offense to you but if you wouldn't mind sending another request for me to do that's a little more...tame I guess. 😊