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Hi ❤️ First of all, I love you

Second, can we have how Thomas Hewitt (slashers) would react to an unexpected pregnancy?

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Thank you!!! And ofc!! Sorry it's a tad short, I haven't had much time to write!!

Thomas Hewitt X Pregnant!fem!reader

💜 Now Tommy, he isn't the most... Observant of the slashers, like yeah he is more observant than most people, but... When you slowly shifted, starting to change, grow more grumpy ectect he was confused to say the least.

💜 So when he finds you, curled up on your shared bed long past time for you to wake up he was worried, I mean you were usually such a sweetheart, and listened to the unwritten rules of his family.

💜 but as he walks up to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, and can feel you shaking he stops.

💜 after a moment of tense silence he raises a brow, and slowly signs 'what is wrong sugar?'

💜 and when you look up and he sees the tears in your eyes he panics, what if you want to leave? Did you hate him now? But before his mind can run away with him he hears your soft words

💜 "I... I'm pregnant Tommy"

💜 his jaw drops and he freezes, he never thought about being a daddy, especially not now not with his family being his family, not in this place but most of all not to risk yourself for a baby.

💜 but he slowly warms up, maybe over the next minute or maybe over the next week.

💜 but when he comes around he comes around hard, hugging you, kissing you, carrying you everywhere. Don't expect to be on your feet, if you have long hair he is brushing it and putting it up.

💜 he will make sure you are eating more, and that you are sleeping at least 9 hours a night.

💜 while you are pregnant you will never be alone, you will always have a massive very scary shadow around you, especially when his family is hunting

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Ghostfaces coming home to a stoned reader:

Bs rattling around in my noggin, choosing my 2 fav ghostfaces bc I can enjoy

Billy Loomis (Ghostface)

I mean hey, this fucker totally smokes MJ just as much, but coming home to you, stoned out of your fucking mind on his couch was .. well new for one.

He is used to Stu being stoned at his place, thanks to them being as close as they are. But he never figured you the sort to break into his house while your stoned

I mean, hey, he won't kick you out

Hell, he may even get stoned with you, the more the merrier right?

Of course that changes if his dad is in town, then... Well he's less happy to see you

More worried and upset

But I mean hey, he will let you stay, just maybe in his room, where his dad can't see you

Stu Macher (Ghostface)

Now Stu, he KNOWS the second he is unlocking the door that someone's fucked out their minds,

He can SMELL it, it's not hard to miss the smell, especially if you know what to look for

But seeing you all cozied up on his couch, watching a shitty horror flick in one of his sweatshirts

Damn, it does things to him

So next you know he is next to you, your head on his lap while he lights a joint and orders a pizza, saying some BS about movie night

He just wants you to be there with him, he won't admit it though never

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Ghostfaces comforting you during a bad high

Courtesy of my brain please enjoy

Billy Loomis

When he sees you, curled up on his bed, tears pooling in your eyes he is at your side in a split second

"what's wrong baby?"

He will ask, long forgetting whatever he was originally doing when he came in here

All he can see is your big teary eyes and the fear in them and fuck, he can't stand it, he NEEDS to comfort you like a fish needs water

He will rub your back, humming softly to you, eyes full of worry as he holds you

"it's okay let it all out, I'm here now"

He will mutter, face buried in your hair as he holds you, gently stroking the back of your neck

Stu Macher

Stu will rush in, worry etched into his face as he takes in your crying form

He will drop everything and rush over, pulling you close

"oh poor baby, it's okay now, I'm here"

He will assure you, stroking your back and talking you through it gently, after all he can't have you upset or hurting

The idea of you suffering makes him beyond livid, and he can hardly stand the idea

So he will hold you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he rubs your back

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Roadkill boys; the first meeting (chapter one)

(best friends!)

Authors note: I've been having this stupid lil idea scrambling around my brain for a couple of days, so I decided to put it out for yall, sorry for the radio silence! Back to your regularly scheduled bullshit!

Now Lester had not the faintest idea how he got so damn turned around trying to get those people to bring him home, even less so how he ended up over the state border and in Tennessee.

He had been dropped off near a sleepy town, the sign said "Welcome to Ambrose, Tennessee- home of Trudy's house of wax"

Now Nubbins being nubbins, isn't one to be easily be scared, seeing as he is a cannibal and lures victims for his family, so when he was an old beat up truck rolling on down the road he grinned, holding out his hand and waving, a thumb up.

Lester, seeing someone on the side of the road pulled over, leaning his head out the window and grinning

"well howdy there fella, we don't get many strangers 'round these parts! Do ya need a ride?"

Nubbins grinned, showing off his teeth and speaking with an excited cadence that met Lester's own

"I would be mighty appreciative of that there stranger! I got all mixed up, see me 'n' my folks live just cross the border in Texas, now I'd be mighty 'ppreciative if ya'd lend me a hand, see i ain't got no car, and I'm mighty outta sorts"

Lester just smiled and nodded, jerking his thumb to the passenger seat

"Hop on in! Hope ya don't mind Jonesy, she is my lil ride in today"

He said with a grin. Nubbins, ever the excitable one grinned and nodded, jumping into the seat petting Jonesy

"she's a mighty fine pooch! Awful sweet of ya to give me a ride"

Nubbin said, a toothy grin breaking out on his face. brightening even more as he heard the old rock music come onto the radio, causing him to nod his head along

"I love this song!"

Lester grinned happily "so do I! not much else on round here after all"

He trailed off, glancing away from the road at the man sitting beside him, who was singing along to the song and petting Jonesy

This would be a long ride

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Working on a fic of the roadkill boys (Lester Sinclair and Nubbins Sawyer) becoming friends!

I should be able to post chapter one within the next couple of days!

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Hey! I hope You are doing Well! Can I Request a Fluff? Slasher x S/O Calling Them "Sweetface" (I was watching the seed of Chucky the other day and it got me wondering). Can i have Jason, Michael, Thomas Hewitt and Brahms? Gender is up to you!

(Sorry if my Writing is a bit Messy, English is not my First Language)

Have A Great Day! :D

Slashers respond to S/O calling them sweetface!

Fluff!

Jason Voorhees

When you first called him sweetface, it was in his cabin, while you both were resting by the fire, he had been sharpening his machete, and froze up.

His shoulders tightened and he looked down at you, tensed like a snake ready to strike.

Though he would never do such a thing.

Finally after a long silence which stretched out around you both, the only noise your soft breathing and the crackling of the fire, he tilted his head.

It was as just about clear a response as you could get out of the mute killer, 'What?'

So when you giggled and spoke again "I said, come here sweetface!" He slowly scooted closer, before quick as can be, he scooped you up into his arms, pulling you into his lap, and burying his face in your shoulder.

He didn't understand why his heart raced so much, or really why you would call a monster like him such a loving nickname, but he couldn't say he minded. The feeling of warmth blooming in his long dead chest made every moment worth it.

Micheal Myers

You had been sitting with Micheal in the living room of the old Myers house, watching some shitty horror film on the old TV set when you glanced up at him, a smile forming on your face before you leaned on him

"I love you, Sweetface"

Were the words that escaped your lips, a soft smile playing on your face as you gazed up at him. You had been with Micheal for a couple of years now, and every moment felt like a dream to you.

Micheal froze, tensing slightly as he gazed down at you through the mask he always wore, his ice blue eyes peircing into your own eyes.

But slowly, almost hesitantly, he relaxed, draping an arm around you, his fingers massaging your scalp in a shockingly gentle manner for one known for his brutality.

You should call him sweetface more often

Thomas Hewitt

You had been sitting with Thomas in the barn, one hot Texas summers day. Thomas was working nearby, focused on the work that needed finished before sundown. When you broke his focus, just a simple phrase

"Tommy, Sweetface, why don't you take a break? You've been working all day!"

He paused his movements, slowly turning and striding over to where he towered over you, looking down at you, head slightly cocked to the side as he waited for you to repeat yourself.

So you did, smiling up at him and repreating the wordsthat had shaken him out of his work filled stupor

"tommy Sweetface, you should take a break, you've been working since sun up"

You said, gently, for fear of his reaction.

But much to your surprise, he simply nodded, reaching one arm out and wrapping it around your waist, tossing you over his shoulder and making his way to the porch.

That's where he sat, settling you onto his leg while his hands began to slowly rub your back, seemingly an apology for having you out in the hot sun all day.

You could get used to this

Brahms Heelshire

You had just finished preparing dinner and setting the table, noticing the distinct lack of Brahms, who usually had already come down drawn by the scent of food you called up

"Sweetface! Dinners ready!"

Then came the familiar sounds of Brahms making his way downstairs, albeit faster than usual.

But instead of sitting at the table he walked up to you, his hands finding your cheeks and lifting your face to look at him, head tilted to the side as he speaks, low and measured

"what?"

It's clear what he is asking about, you had called him sweetface, so with a smile you reach up, ruffling his hair

"I said, Sweetface, dinners ready"

He paused, either shocked by you repeating it, or by the confirmation that you did infact call him sweetface before he leaned down, wrapping you in a tight hug, burying his face in your neck and muttering

"good"

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What kind of boyfriend/husband or both would Vincent Sinclair and Charles lee ray be? Seperate plz

Maybe if they were not yandere? How possessive are they with fem reader?

Took a while bc i had to think a lot on it- as i think generally they are pretty yandere, and separating that into Moreso simple possessiveness took a bit! however, thy still are a bit- violent, not with reader ofc, but they are killers after all

VINCENT SINCLAIR:

- Vincent is pretty possessive

for example; dont expect to leave ambrose

or the house much for that matter

he keeps you in his room,

almost like a trophy-

and gets mad if you try to leave

will plead and try to convince you that 'its safer here!'

if you talk to someone else (ex. a victim) he will grow jealous and hug you

demanding your attention

even though that means showing himself in front of the victim

and possibly messing up their plans

but dont worry- he will handle it all

-You can often find him watching you (drawing or painting or taking your pictures) or working in his studio, though most times he locks the door

-he doesn't want his precious one to find out about his 'hobbies'

-he keeps you close, and doesn't let you interact with Lester, thinking he would 'taint' you somehow.

-likes when you wear his shirts

-he is a good boyfriend/husband

-if you got married the ceremony will be in the church in Ambrose, with just his brothers and... mother.. attending.

-he will treat you well, hes a perfect husband to have, he will be very loving and doting, but he has his likes and dislikes

-one big dislike is you asking to leave Ambrose

Charles Lee ray

Charles is possesive, for sure.

He doesn't let you leave the house much, preferring to keep you where he can see you.

If you do have to leave the house he will likely come with you.

If other men talk to you too long he will get pissed off.

Most days he is content to hold your hand, but sometimes he needs more than that, stealing kisses every few minutes, regardless of what you are doing.

He will watch you when you are doing mundane tasks, often finding himself lost in thoughts of you.

He will bring home gifts when he thinks about it, flowers chocolates ECT, mostly when you are upset with him

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Hiii! How would slashers react if their usually soft s/o ask them to kill someone for whatever reason?

OOOOHH I LOVE this idea!! give me a sec to whip something up!! (Post production edit: I'm so sorry it took so long! I had a long spell of creative rut!)

VARIOUS SLASHERS WITH SOFT S/O ASKING THEIR PARTNER TO KILL SOMEONE FOR THEM!

Includes: Jason, Micheal, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Charles Lee Ray, Freddy Krueger

AS ALWAYS MDNI! I AM AN 18+ PAGE! THANK YOU!

Jason Voorhees:

Jason was confused to say the least- you WANTED him to kill someone? What did that bastard do?

When you first come to Jason, your usually cheerful face set in grim determination, and almost resignation- he feared the worst, that you wanted to leave him.

But when you uttered the question, when you asked him to kill someone- his already dead heart felt like it may break again- what did they do? Why did you feel the need for him to kill them?

Does he need to make them suffer? How badly did they hurt you?

It may be overwhelming how many questions he asks (signs) you.

Of course in the end he will of course kill the person- if for nothing else than because he cares for you and your mental health.

He will set you up all cozy before he leaves to do the deed, leaving you with blankets and movies and hot cocoa.

Michael Myers:

No questions asked- he is out the door.

dont even expect to be able to explain WHY you want this guy/girl dead- he will already be grabbing his weapon and heading for the door.

Of course he will make it especially painful- they hurt his S/O after all.

But once its done, he'll slink home, wrapping his arms around you from behind and burying his face in your neck, still bloodied from the asshat who DARED make you upset.

And of course he would cuddle you close, silently holding you and stroking your tummy, low growls are expected if you try to get up at all.

he probably will keep you home for the next few weeks- for your 'protection'

and he does mean it!!!

he wants you safe!!

Even in his own fucked up way <3

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent will pause- eyes scanning you- thinking perhaps it was a joke

you HAD to be joking right?

but when he realized you weren't his stomach turned-

what the hell had this bastard done? clearly he didn't DESERVE to be immortalized- so of course Vincent wouldn't use him at all in his art

rather making Lester 'dispose' of the body quietly

he would make it painful- violent; much more than usual

Once the deed is done he will coddle you, showing you little sculptures, or if you are interested in art- draw and paint with you, his watchful gaze never leaving you- you were his messiah, his god/dess you were his everything-

he would make sure you were safe.

even though he would usually leave this to his brother, it's personal now

Lester Sinclair

Now Lester, he's taken off gaurd by this request, you his sweet lil angel cakes are asking him to off someone?

But of course he won't tell you no.

He will make sure to get his Bowie knife all ready to 'take ojt the trash'

He will ask how painful it should to be

If your crying when you ask, even more reason for him to make that bastard suffer worse than they made you suffer.

Bo Sinclair

Bo doesn't ask anymore questions.

All he needs to know is when where and who.

Of course he will make it painful

And of course he will make the fucker suffer, maybe he will even remove a few fingers to torture them.

He wants his partner happy, so hearing you ask him to kill someone sent him off the fucking rails.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba sees red

Why would you of all people want someone dead?

Unless they hurt you real bad.

That makes him really angry

He doesn't like the idea of you being hurt, let alone someone else hurting you so bad you don't want them alive anymore.

It will be painful

And slow

He knows how to kill fast, so it stands to reason if he doesn't hit vital points he can make them suffer longer

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy sees red, very similar to bubba

Except he will put on a full on manhunt for the fucker

Using more phycological methods first, stalking them like prey

Before snatching them up and ending them brutally

Charles Lee ray

An excuse to kill some sad mother fucker? Gladly.

But when he sees the tears in your eyes, the way you are shaking, it's personal.

It isn't any longer something to waste time.

This fucker hurt his partner.

This bastard dated touch what was his.

Honestly he will probably fillet the fucker

Freddy Krueger

He won't make it easy.

He will torment the bastard for weeks in their dreams before finally striking.

And of course he won't let you forget that you asked him to kill someone

Of course he is worried, he doesn't fully grasp what the sudden change was about, but he doesn't mind killing for you.

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Hallo! I absolutely love Your writing! Can you make Another writing about Slasher x S/O that Accidentally Kill The Slasher Victim/Target? But with Jason, Michael, Brahms And Maybe Stu? I'm sorry if it was Too much To Ask. Take your time!

Of course! I love drawing for those guys!!!! I appreciate the support for my writing! Its not too much at all! I went ahead with using GN reader, since you didn't specify what gender, and i like writing GN anyhow! AS USUAL! MDNI: ALSO THERE ARE CLEARLY MENTIONS OF MURDER, ALSO BLOOD AND GORE+ A MAKEOUT SCENE

Authors note at the verrrryy end ;)

Jason Voorhees:

Jason's eyes raked over your blood soaked form, his mind reeling as you stood- over the blood soaked body. Hands shaking as you opened and closed your mouth several times, trying to find your words, but alas; you found nothing. Now dont get him wrong, Jason thought the look of you, soaked in blood was beautiful, but frightening- as this meant he had failed at keeping the victims away from the cabin.

No, failed at knowing where the victims were, and that in of itself was a grave crime. He walked towards you, lowering his blood drenched machete to the floor and pulling you into his broad chest, a low rumble of a hum escaping him. Jason is a man of few words, especially in times of stress, being mostly mute, but his voice- rough with misuse and drowning, came through the air like a soft comfort "I'm so sorry teddy bear, dont worry, your safe now" His tender words soothed you, and you felt yourself relaxing into his embrace, a breath heaving out of your chest that you didn't even realize you had been holding. Tenderly he led you to the small bathroom, running the water while sitting on the edge of the tub, you nestled into his lap as he drew the hot bath.

Soon the tub was full and Jason carefully and methodically removed your clothes, just as you found your words. "I-I'm sorry Jase, i just- they came in and i-" Your shaking voice pierced his cold heart like a sharp blade, his rough fingers stroking your hair, his blue yes finding yours under his mask as he lowered your shaking form into the warm water "Its alright, dont worry" He gently rubbed the blood off your trembling form with a wet rag, his eyes soft and calm as he cleansed your form. You sat in the bath for well over an hour, his silent form just rubbing away all of the blood until the water had turned a deep crimson and run cold.

As you rose from the bath, he wrapped a large towel around you. The towel was large and smelt of the forest and petrichor, mixing with Jason's scent as he carried you to your shared bedroom, laying you tenderly on the bed, pulling the blankets back and wrapping around you as though you were his stuffed animal, his hands tangling in your hair as he scratched your scalp with a contented hum.

Before you fell asleep only one thought crossed your mind- "He's right, I'll be fine, as long as i have him"

Michael Myers

As you watched, in seemingly slow motion as the would be victim lunged at Michael your instincts took over- your hands grasping a nearby butchers knife as you threw your body onto the attacker, driving the knife into his chest. Once, Twice, Three times. Before strong hands pulled you off and Michael's soothing voice broke your haze. "Its over. He's dead dove" The nickname he had called you for so long felt wrong in that moment as you began to shake, dropping the knife to the floor with a loud clatter, your hands flying over your mouth, the warm blood covering you a sickening sensation.

Michaels piercing eyes trailed your body, searching for wounds. He couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips as he saw you, his beautiful dove, drenched in blood and gore- as though you were his very own angel he was corrupting- it was exhilarating.

But alas- he pushed those thoughts aside in favor of hugging you close, his strong arms trapping you in his warmth, the soft thumping of his heart soothing your frayed nerves. Michael took you to the bathroom, guiding your shaken form, his large hand rested on the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles. Michael knew he needed to focus on you right now, and not in the way his mind initially went when he saw you- stabbing the man who was meant to be his victim. So he sat on the toilet, running the bath till it was full, holding your body close to his own and kissing your face, to ease your stress, it was a silly thing, since he was really just smooshing your face with his mask, but it made you smile, and to Michael that's all that mattered. Once the water was up to the brim Michael stripped you, the clothes hitting the floor with a wet disgusting squelch as he put you into the water, grabbing his body wash and washing you with it. Normally he didn't like you using his soap, a peculiarity thing he had, but right now, he figured he'd rather you smell like him than like some wimp. so he worked on cleansing your body, hands nimble and soft on your flesh as he tended to you as though you were a frightened lamb.

Soon you found yourself in the living room once more, donned in one of Michaels oversized t-shirts and a pair of your own underwear, curled in the Halloween killers lap atop the couch, resting your head on his chest while you watched 'nightmare before Christmas' an old favorite of yours that Michael rarely sat though, not without busying himself with something else, but tonight, just for his little dove, he would sit with you, and let you hide in him while taking in the comfort of a familiar movie.

Brahms Heelshire

As your weapon of choice- a large metal pipe you had seen laying around made contact with the mans skull your eyes widened- the sickening crunch much louder than you ever thought it could be, the scream of pain cut short as his jaw was mangled, his body slumping to the floor, thrashing as he passed. Your mind reeled, and you found yourself leaned over- puking up what you had eaten earlier, it was sickening- the smell of death- the-the way the blood pooled in the carpet, surly to leave a stain.

The way your mind had rushed with dopamine at the way you smashed his skull. It was all too much, too much for you to bear. You honestly hadn't even felt Brahms arms wrap around your torso, or him pulling you into his chest until you felt the world stop spinning and looked up to see you were in the kitchen, sitting on a chair while he busied himself with making you tea, his head perking up at the sound of you moving and turning to you, his voice cherry as always "You are so so good, you followed the rules so well honeysuckle!"The endearing term brought you back down to reality- right, you HAD to do it, for Brahms, for his safety and so he wouldn't be hurt- it was only normal right? You reasoned with yourself, after all you took care of him, and he shouldn't deal with any more pain than he already had, you nod to yourself as he sets the cup in front of you, the scent overwhelming any lingering scents on you, lavender and chamomile, a calming sweet scent that rose to your nose quickly.

Brahms hands were gentle as he began to massage your tense shoulders, nuzzling into the back of your neck as you slowly rose the cup to your lips, taking a small slow sip of the liquid gold.

The rest of the night was a blur, Brahms leading you to your room, tucking you in and placing his doll beside you on the bed before taking his station near the door, watching you with a small smile as you cuddled into the warm blankets "That's right honeysuckle- your mine forever"

Stu Matcher:

Stu's eyes roamed over your blood soaked form as you tried desperately to tell him you weren't in fact the killer; but your words failed you.

only for Stu to laugh and smile at you shaking his head, walking over the body at your feet to pull you into an embrace, whispering in your ear- voice low and rumbling as he said "Oh I know that sweet thing~ its okay, you were just doing your best to survive, but you dont have to be scared of any big bad killer- ill protect you my little lamb" His voice was like honey- but held a chilling realization for you, the guy you had killed- he wasn't the Ghostface killer; rather your loving boyfriend was. The feeling was like a tidal wave crashing into you, but so soon followed by relief.

Stu wouldnt abandon you; he would stay even with the blood on both your hands nothing changed, you realiized as he crashed his lips against yours in a dominating and affectionate moment.

The kiss was deep and powerful, leaving you breathless as he pulled away, a strand of saliva connecting you for just a moment. snapped as Stu licked his lips "Its okay, now lets get this asshole in the ground yeah?" He asked, his usual playful demeanor coming back, and so you nodded, taking the spare Ghostface mask he held out "And on and on it goes"

AUTHORS NOTE: I ADORED writing this, especially Stu's part; if enough interest is shown (Or the parasites demand ;P) I may make that a whole fic and not a snippet; but that remains to be seen~ Happy spooky month my lovely little freaks!

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GENERAL SLASHERS MASTERLIST

Slashers With a Feral S/O HC's

Types of partner

Slashers Favorite cuddle positions

Michael and Jason with an S/O who simps for their muscles

Slashers with an S/O who is locked in their room as a punishment

Slashers with soft s/o asking them to off someone

Jason, Michael, Brahms, and Stu with an S/O wo accidentally killed their victim (GN! + Request)

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SCREAM MASTERLIST

Billy Loomis X reader who accidentally killed his victim Billy and Stu with a Trans!masc S/O Billy and Stu as Boyfriends (Poly)

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Hi!

i was Wondering if you can make writing about Slasher x S/O that Accidentally Kill The Slasher Victim Or Target?

like, in Self-Defense or Wanting to Protect The Slasher from The Intruder, but ending up killing them?

Of course!! This is such a cute idea! >< I chose to do Billy Loomis (Ghostface) because it was cute, but i will probably do a bunch of snips of random slashers!

(Not proof read)

CW: death, Bl00d, mvrder, guilt, depictions of a panic attack (only the start of one) MDNI 18+ GN READER X BILLY LOOMIS

As you stood, huffing and panting over the now bloodied corpse, hands shaking in fear, or was it excitement? you'd dint know anymore, all you knew was it was agony.

You looked up to see your boyfriend, his imposing form frozen as he stared at the blood covering your shaking form.

Gently, and slowly he set down the knife he held, wrapping you into his arms, shushing you as he moved off the Ghostface mask, stroking your cheek tenderly.

His dark eyes seeming to stare into your very soul

"shush, hush now love, its okay. You are safe now"

His voice was silky smooth and kind, tearing down the walls of fright and anxiety that had built up as you tried to speak "I-I didn't mean it Billy! Th-they were going to hu-hurt you and I just..." you trailed off, disgust picking at your bones, you killed someone and you were acting like it was okay. Of course Billy killed people but it was different! He was Everything to you. As you lost yourself in the thoughts, you were shaken out by Billy wiping blood off your cheek and licking it off his thumb "Its okay love, next time let me watch ok?" He joked, or you thought? But the smile on his face eased your nerves and caused you to relax, falling into his arms still trembling. Kicking aside the body he carried you up to the bathroom, setting you on the toilet to run the bath, making sure it was warm but not to hot. Once he was satisfied with the temperature he put bubbles into the bath, before turning to you, gently stripping you of your blood soiled clothes with a low hum "Its alright now my love" His voice was like silk, a sweet sirens call as you sank into the clear water, the blood staining you tainting the water a light red, then as he scrubbed it all off a deep crimson. Before you could begin to pick yourself apart for what you had done he pulled you out, wrapping you in a fluffy white towel and carrying you to your joint room, setting you on the bed and grabbing some underwear for you and one of his shirts. He dressed you, kissing up your arms and stomach as he dressed you, soft and loving touches as he held you, and the soft comforting beat of his heart lulling you to sleep "Goodnight my sweet one"

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Ticci Toby X Transmasc!Reader 'Infinity'

MDNI!!! CW: Hurt/comfort, Dysphoria, Pre-transition FTM reader, Sex, breeding kink, Oral, body worship, Puppy play, overstimulation,

Autumn had come and gone, Leaving soft white peaks of snow in its wake.

As I sat on my bed my mind seemed to swirl with thoughts and fears of what would come next, my eyes trailing over my body in my mirror, the curves- how i sat, how my body seemed to betray my mind.

Anger swirled in me as i stood throwing a pillow at the mirror knocking it from its perch on my dresser.

The sound of glass shattering and panicked steps up to my door snapped me out of my anger filled daze. My eyes widened as I looked up at him- my love; His green eyes staring into my own.

"Toby I-I'm sorry I-I" I stumbled over my words, dear filling my mind, i didn't mean to scare my boyfriend but- My thoughts are cut off by gentle hands pulling me into him.

"Hu-Hush now Lo-ove" His voice is thick with emotion as he rubs soothing circles into my back. Tears well in my eyes as i cling to him, I didn't know what I did to deserve someone like Toby.

Most would think considering his.. Profession, He was cold and calculating. I mean he was, sometimes, but he was kind. Mostly in moments when the pair of us were alone instead of around the others.

As Toby held me, stroking my back he burried his face in my neck, his Auburn hair tickling the sensitive skin on my shoulder and jaw. His voice comes out muffled

"You are th-the most han-handsome guy i kn-know love. You a-are the best boyfriend ever" I wrap my hands in his hair, stroking his locks as i take in a deep breath, feeling overwhelmed by his show of knowing me so well and loving me just as much if not more than i knew

"I.... Thank you toby... You... you are the best, I love you" My voice breaks as i cling to him, relaxing under his touch as he leads me to the bed, letting myself fall back as i feel my knees hit the plush mattress.

A small laugh escapes me as toby begins to kiss my neck and jaw, murmuring praise as he does so, moving slowly towards me lips.

His kiss is searing; like all of the pent up pain and self loathing i kept trapped was being stolen away by his lips, his hands wandering my body, groping my sides and thighs, little growls escaping his lips as his hands wandered, claiming my body as his.

A sharp gasp escapes me as his hand gently grazes my core heat rushing downwards. before i can say anything he speaks tearing away from the kiss to ask

"Is this ok-okay Love? I-I want to worship yo-your body. Show you how much you m-mean to me." A soft gasp escapes me and I nod, offering silent consent as he grins, tearing off his mask before diving down, nestling between my legs and his lips kissing up my slick heat tenderly.

When his tongue dives in between my lips i moan, hands flying to his hair and tugging softly on his curly locks

"Fuck Toby- So good"

I whine out, grinding against him searching for more friction, as he gazes up at me, extracting his tongue and speaking softly "You are so handsome when you whine for me baby boy." His voice causes a jolt to run through me, pleasure striking my core as he pushes two fingers into my tight heat. Eyes rolling back in pleasure as he begins to pump them in and out of me, whimpers and moans escaping me while his green eyes seem to glow with pride.

"Fu-Fuck my cute little puppy, your so needy for me bo-boy, can you take a li-little more hm?" He asks, voice taunting, only making me tighten around his fingers, a soft moan escaping me as i nod, desperate to please him, eyes foggy with my lust as i try to focus on the sensations of his fingers in me and his thumb circling my aching clit "What do yo-you say puppy?" "Thank you"

My voice breaks as i thank him my first orgasm tearing through my body, tightening around his fingers as i cried out, only for his fingers to be quickly replaced by his tongue, licking up my juices. A soft whine escapes me at the overstimulation.

Hands gripping his hair and back arching as i whined, already close to my second orgasm, feeling the coils of pleasure tightening in my stomach, a groan escaping me when he speaks from between my thighs "Cum. Cum for me Pu-puppy"

At his command the coil snaps and I cum again yanking his hair as i try to escape the stimuli, groans escaping me as he keeps licking me. Vision blurring as he bullies my clit mercilessly.

I don't know how long I sat like that while he whispered into my heat how handsome and lovely i was- how i was the perfect boy, how i was so masculine.

However as he finally pulled away after who knows how long, face dripping with my slick i groaned softly, panting as he turned me onto my stomach and spread my legs, his tip pressing into me slowly, a groan escaping him as he began to slowly and gently push into my sopping cunt.

"Fu-fuck baby so ti-tight" He growled out, eyes darkening as he smacked my ass, a moan falling from my lips as i buried my face in the pillows, eyes rolling back as he began to pump in and out of me, focusing on my pleasure as he tried to keep steady while my walls gripped him "Toby please I need more I need you please" My cries stirred something in toby as I felt his thrusts quicken and hands on my hips grip harshly, a strangled moan escaping me as he began to bite and suck on my neck and back, marking me as his.

As toby buried himself deep in me and came my vision turned white, a sob escaping my body as i came again, Toby slowly pulling out of me and kissing my cheek softly "Ho-how about a ba-bath my king?" I nodded cuddling into him as our sweat mingled, eyes heavy barely hearing his words to me

"I love you for infinity, my Dar-darling"

[slashersdaddy]

Masky x Reader 'I Love You'

CW: Hurt comfort, missing a partner, Drinking, mentions of blood.

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As the last rays of sunlight died, you sat, staring into the woods, hands folded over your lap.

Fidgeting with the waistband of your bottoms, eyes heavy from lack of sleep, hoping against all hope that today would be the day- that he came back.

It had been a week since you had seen Tim, and it was driving you crazy. Had something happened? Had he decided he was bored of you? maybe he wasn't okay... These thoughts swirled in your mind taking over and causing you to tear up.

Deciding it was not worth it to dread over him, over a killer who may not even care, you trudged to your room. Sleep could come first and worrying about him later.

You slowly prepared for bed, your bedtime routine seeming to stretch longer than usual, but maybe it was simply your mind being so laggy, or the four drinks you downed in a sorry attempt to get your mind off of it.

Either way you found yourself in bed, pulling the blankets over your head as you began to cry again. Seemed like your knight in shining armor wouldn't come ease your fears again tonight.

As you drifted off, tears staining your cheeks, you didn't even register the window opening, nor the quiet footfalls approaching your bed. As you fell asleep, your mind bulling reality and dreams a hand rested tenderly on your head.

---Masky POV---

As I entered the window, body sore from my recent mission my eyes fell on them, my lovely y/n. I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed, gloved hand on their head.

"You always were so beautiful; even so downcast you are lovely. I'm sorry I took so long" I mummered, placing a chaste kiss on their head after sliding my blood stained mask off, setting it on the nightstand.

I stood, changing out of my blood stained clothes and slid in beside them, arms wrapping around their frame, resting lightly on their waist, as I kissed up their neck with a low hum.

----Masky POV End---

As you slept, it was disturbed, shifting as you felt feather light kisses trailing your neck, eyes fluttering open and trying to adjust to the darkness of the room you looked around with a groan "Tim?"

So soon as the words left your lips you heard a soft hum from behind you, tears welled in your eyes as you flipped over to look at his face, eyes trailing him before speaking in a broken tone "Why were you gone so long! Tim I-I thought you were dead or hated me or-" As you speak your words are cut off by a gentle, loving kiss before Masky speaks "Every night and Every morning I'll love you- till the world is long since decayed; I Love You, my sweet"