#🕯️slasher

[l1tw1ck]

Short for Bottom ftm Stu x top male reader?

Reader will do anything to keep his life which includes fucking stu and if it satisfies him, he’ll let the reader live. The readers crying, begging for his life while he fucks stu and rubs his clit and nipples trying anything to convince him to spare his life?

bottom!ftm Stu x top!masc reader

☆ AFAB Language Used ☆

CW: Non-Con, Dacryphilia

You had no other choice. What other option did you have when he threatened you with your life? You have too much to live for and you certainly don't want to be stabbed to death. You would do anything to save your life, even though you don't want to do it.

Stu holds back his moans to keep you scared, the chaotic grin on his face is the only indication that he's enjoying this and you assume it's only because of how pathetic and desperate you are right now. You could die at any given moment, how could you not be?

“Please don't kill me–!” You beg, hot tears falling onto Stu’s face. “I won't tell anyone, I swear!” Your thrusts are sloppy and inconsistent thanks to the fact that your body’s practically unstable from crying so hard. You have people you love, you can't die like this. You're horrified that you won't be able to satisfy him, you’re a virgin for God’s sake, you know next to nothing about pleasing another person. The most you know is that the clit and nipples are sensitive. You move your head over to his chest and lick his nipple experimentally. You can feel Stu tightening around you and you assume that's a good thing so you keep going. You bring your hand over to his pussy and blindly search for his clit. Since you can't see, you take a lucky guess and rub circles around what you rightfully assume is his clit. Stu lets a moan slip out, unintentionally telling you that you're doing well.

You pull away and more tears fall down your cheeks, tears of joy and relief. “Does that feel good?” You ask shakily. Stu decides to stop hiding it and nods, more moans escaping his lips. “Thank God-” You keep going, hoping he’ll come soon and you’ll be freed.

Stu rolls his head back and comes, bringing you the relief you so desperately needed. You stop but before you can pull out he stops you. “I'm gonna keep you.” He smirks, pulling your shirt collar and bringing you into a kiss. Your heart drops. What does that mean? Will he kidnap you or will he keep doing this over and over? Either way, you’re terrified.

[applesontheground]

pretend i'm well 🕯️

i began writing this during a trying time and much like me it fell apart into an ill-fitted little comfort thing. i had originally intended for my eyes only, but if anyone is as down bad as me you can see it too. hopefully i didn't write him too dang soft, but who knows if he even means that shit at the same time when he is, you know?

he's fucking difficult and i really do enjoy that in a fictional man.

SFW | Word Count: 2,041 | Bo Sinclair x GN Reader contains canon typical/mentions of murder, some maso behavior + nihilism to taste, hurt/comfort, fluff, implied kidnapping/stockholm syndrome, reader is an accomplice and they are NOT having a good time 🎼: x

A deep chasm was opened in your chest, trailing down your body and into the unknown, and it was where all words went to burn up in dark embers. You were utterly silent, almost furiously so. You fixed what chaos had conspired in the form of the twins, quietly standing furniture back up and picking crumbling wax on the floor, gently setting it on the various surfaces or even a few of them directly in Vincent’s hands. He had been helping in mute solidarity alongside you, and in that you had a realization that he was expecting some sort of complaint.

You didn’t look at him once, and when the job in one building was done you were sure that the only sound that showed you were leaving was the door closing behind you.

Down at the station, Bo merely watched from the dark as you did the same for him. Setting items back on the shelves, straightening anything that had been thrown about and misplaced from evening’s struggles. You merely turned blind eyes to the oddities that would be left for them to handle, too big for one person alone; the body behind the counter, splayed on the ground and brutalized with blood pooling against dirty concrete. Blue eyes merely glowered as you stepped over it in between pacing with your cleaning, keeping your stare into the void of the night outside.

It was like both of them were waiting for you to join the mess, to snap and start another fire under the fanfare of a long dead town. That idea couldn’t spark; it only sat heavy in your throat, making you grimace when you swallowed it back down and left as silently as you had entered.

When you had ventured back up to the house, you let yourself come undone in the bathroom towards the back of the first floor. The door locked, and the shower turned on to drown out the heavy sobs that hurt your chest, letting them fall from you and cracking the hard shell you had been forced to grow in the safety of the small room. Crumpled in front of the sink, you held your hands under scorching water, letting the pain it sent through the nerves of your palms bring the night back in the form of terrifying recollections that rushed to the forefront.

You had to do something to feel the anguish, otherwise it would smother you for who knew how long.

Your eyes lifted from the sea of tears and caught sight of the light from the hallway, blocked by something between the hardwood and the door between when you had first closed it and now. It immediately made the whimper on your breath die, falling silent despite the running water covering most of the noise to begin with. You inhaled deeply, forcing yourself to wash the grime and cold wax from your hands. The pressure of being heard – knowing you were being heard – did a decent job, helping pull yourself back together.

It was more scaring you into silence, but you took it in stride. Everything was ringing from the short-lived episode, finding its footing through a surge of heat in your skin. Gravity was a savior as you brought it all back inside, turning the sink’s water cold to splash on your face, and your sinuses popped in a revelation. You have to get a grip – at least until you’re alone again.

There was a knock on the door. You froze, staring at your own bloodshot gaze in the mirror. “Yeah?” Your voice was surprisingly steady, not nearly as shaken as you felt when you called out.

“You okay?” Bo tried to sound genuine, but it was more forced than anything else. After a beat, taking another breath through your nose, you lied, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Not lyin’, are you?”

You swallowed hard and asked him as you began to towel off your hands, “Why would I lie, Bo? What good does that do for anyone in this situation, huh?”

Silence. You peeled your shirt off, tugging down on the damp camisole underneath and turning towards the shower. You set the toilet seat down, sitting and taking another long moment to hang your head. When the doorknob jiggled slightly, you glared at the attempt.

“You…” Bo trailed off, and you shook your head as you looked back at your feet. “You need anything?” He finished, the floor scuffing as he shifted weight from one leg to the other, uncomfortable at his own offer.

“…No, thanks.” You muttered, a truer tone showing itself in the form of a small crack in your voice. Still, you held your ground, hoping he’d just walk away. The bastard was so incredulously abrasive most of the time, so why the hell was he lingering? You gave up on showering, turning the water off and taking your shirt off the bathroom counter. Mustering the wall back up and running your hand under both eyes a final time, you turned and unlocked the door.

He was still standing, as though he was waiting for that vicious reaction to how he imposed. It merely deflated when he got a good look at your face, and you brushed past him with no bumps or awful expressions. Even if the agony hadn’t been obvious, everything was damp and irritated in all the wrong places.

You walked back down the hall, spotting the far side of the sofa. As you sank down, he still hadn’t moved from the other end of the hall. You didn’t care if Bo stared at you all night, posture limp and neck craning over the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling with glazed eyes.

“Better I leave you be?” He then asked, and you almost scoffed at how confused he sounded. It was half genuine, half trying to gauge something. Even if you weren’t necessarily the one that he was set out to snuff at this point, he still had to figure you out. Keep tabs on what was going on, or at least try to. It was in the very nature he had settled into.

You merely shrugged against the itchy fabric on your back, and that was enough permission to approach you. You closed your eyes, the lids promptly stinging and making you grimace slightly as he sat down on the other side. Sleep sounded amazing, a great way to find solace from all the emotion that ran rampant, a temporary ticket into something that couldn't be worse than this living nightmare. You had no clue if you were even going to get to touch that, though: it was a tricky thing when mixed with that adrenaline of being help to the Sinclairs.

“You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want, don’t know how long I’ll be.” You then hinted, knowing he had turned to look at you again through a cracked corner of your peripheral, “Don’t wait up for me.” You smirked despite your chest aching at the thought, “Made it this far without killing myself, right?”

He was mute again, and you let the curl of your lips fall from grace in the grace of quiet. A hand had trailed up from your side, rubbing the side of your neck, finding a tough knot and rolling it from where it lay under your skin. Ambrose was at least a good quarter mile downhill, far enough away for the time. The Sinclair house wasn’t much better, sure, but at least there were no still life shots of a dead civilization pinning you between them, never free from falling stagnant alongside it despite being a living, breathing person.

“Didn’t know you could shoot like that.” Bo stated, and though it wasn’t something that particularly upset you, it was a reminder that you had shot someone tonight. It made your face scrunch slightly, fight the threat pricking your throat and making it impossible to answer, to slide it off and answer him. Yeah, me neither. When he had looked back over the first tear slid from the corner of your closed eye, and despite breaking you tried to save it with the quiet, “Yeah, me neither.”

Somewhere in the haze, you heard the couch breathe underneath you and someone ease up against your side. You kept your eyes closed as there was an arm slinging over the back of the couch, fingers starting to push your hair away from your face. “Hey.” It was the same voice he had used to keep you compliant when he had decided you were good enough to hold onto, start the game of "When was [Y/N] actually going to die?", and it only made you lock up even worse. “Know you’re scared. Don’t blame you, alright? You did a good job tonight, [Y/N]. Kept Vince and I out of real trouble.”

It was weird to think he was trying to make it better, telling you how great of an accomplice to murder you had been, and it made your gaze snap open to look him in the eye. It was a farfetched hope that it’d scare him, unable to face the turmoil he had put you through and remember the part of you that was too human to welcome him.

Instead it just made the last sliver of humanity inside of him come closer, a hand rolling over your jaw as he turned you into his shoulder. Your hands settled on the couch to keep your form angled away from him, unable to breathe at this gesture you didn’t even know where to begin with. He insisted again, “I'm not gonna hurt you. Made it this far without killing you, right?”

It should’ve made you laugh to have your own words thrown back at you, but when your chest caved to huff in laughter it came out as a defeated sigh instead. Whatever this was seemed to break the weird mask of Bo feigning interest in you, because even when you were a hostage at someone else’s mercy, you hadn’t wept in front of him.

Not like this.

Coming back again, he had guided you to hide in his chest, engulfing you in a haphazard hug with arms around your shoulders and chin tucked against the top of your head. Again, warm…and you couldn’t trust it knowing what you knew about him. When you tried to pull back, he only coaxed you to go limp again with a hold far firmer than your own, and a maddeningly easy voice.

“Easy, easy. Shh, nothing’s the matter, baby.” It was an ill-placed comfort, but one you were desperate for – even if you didn’t want to admit that. He huffed more to himself than to you, “That’s right, it’ll be okay.” and that only made you weaker, scrambling for the affection like some sort of deprived animal.

Sleep was a sneaky thing, and somewhere between your last push in attempts to get away from him and the final shivering breath falling from your lips, it came for you. It didn’t help that you could hear the bastard’s heartbeat when held against him, adding to a rhythm that somehow soothed through the utter discomfort you felt towards your life, your surroundings…

You considered that was what Bo wanted when you came to, taken to bed with him and against his chest still. He was asleep, quiet deep breaths against the crown of your head and a limp arm still pulled around your shoulder.

Although it was far less rehearsed than how you had fallen asleep, it was still like watching a bear hibernate and knowing when he woke, it'd maul again. You stayed dead still, because there was no telling if even the smallest movements underneath the weight of his arm would get him up. He was a man at the end of the day, but knowing what the man was capable of only made you stand still all over again. You were closer to him than you ever had been, tangled in the covers that he slept in every night.

Might as well have crawled into his ribcage while you were at it, make yourself at home in the very thread of Bo Sinclair’s everyday life.

[delightfulkingtyphoon]

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(Get a room, you two)

[glitterslag]

Hold up, does anybody remember obscure british teen slasher/thriller demons never die (2011)?????? Horrendously bad film, extremely british and extremely 2011ish but also extremely iconic I fear, due to its casting of miss tulisa n-dubz, robert sheehan, reggie yates and the absolutely banging soundtrack consisting solely of uk dubstep I think and the likes of rizzle kicks et al. ?????

[journalofanoldsoul]

Spooky Night Movie Club (Moon Edition)

⚙️ Moon in Aries - "The Texas Chain Saw Massacre" (1974): This movie is a high-octane, action-packed horror classic that perfectly complements the impulsive and adventurous spirit of individuals with Moon in Aries. With its fast-paced narrative and intense scenes, it mirrors the high-energy and daring nature of Aries Moon individuals who thrive on excitement and adrenaline.

🪄 Moon in Taurus - "Practical Magic" (1998): "Practical Magic" is a delightful and enchanting film that delves into themes of love, family, and the mystical. It's an ideal choice for those with Moon in Taurus, as it revolves around strong family bonds, a touch of romance, and a cozy, aesthetically pleasing backdrop. The movie weaves together elements of romance, witchcraft, and sisterhood, creating a visually appealing and heartwarming experience for Taurus Moon individuals who cherish comfort and emotional connection.

💀 Moon in Gemini - "Scream" (1996): The clever and communicative nature of "Scream" resonates with the inquisitive and chatty qualities of Moon in Gemini individuals. This iconic slasher film keeps the audience engaged with its witty dialogues and intricate plot, making it a fitting choice for those with a Gemini Moon who appreciate intellectual stimulation and quick-witted storytelling.

🏚️ Moon in Cancer - "The Conjuring" (2013): "The Conjuring" is a classic horror movie that explores the theme of protecting one's home and family, aligning with the nurturing and protective instincts of Moon in Cancer individuals. Based on the real-life paranormal investigations of Ed and Lorraine Warren, the film delivers spine-chilling and emotionally engaging experiences. It dives into the dynamics of family bonds and the profound lengths people go to shield their loved ones from supernatural threats, making it a compelling choice for those with a Cancer Moon who deeply value family connections and security.

🪓 Moon in Leo - "The Shining" (1980): "The Shining" is a visually stunning and emotionally intense horror masterpiece, which harmonizes with the dramatic and attention-seeking traits of Moon in Leo individuals. Directed by Stanley Kubrick, the film combines breathtaking visuals with a gripping narrative, creating a sensory experience that resonates with the theatrical and expressive nature of Leo Moon. It delves into themes of isolation, madness, and the eerie, making it a captivating choice for those who relish grand, emotionally charged storytelling.

👻 Moon in Virgo - "The Sixth Sense" (1999): "The Sixth Sense" is a film that meticulously delves into details and intricacies, mirroring the analytical and critical nature of Moon in Virgo individuals. Directed by M. Night Shyamalan, this psychological thriller centers around a troubled child who sees and communicates with the dead. Its focus on observation and unraveling mysteries aligns with the Moon in Virgo's penchant for scrutinizing and paying attention to the finer points of life.

🕯️ Moon in Libra - "Crimson Peak" (2015): As previously recommended, "Crimson Peak" is an exquisitely visual gothic romance horror film that appeals to the romantic sensibilities of Moon in Libra individuals. Directed by Guillermo del Toro, it combines romantic and haunting elements in a visually captivating narrative. The movie explores love, deception, and the eerie, making it a poignant choice for those with a Libra Moon who appreciate themes of beauty, love, and relationships.

😈 Moon in Scorpio - "Black Swan" (2010): "Black Swan" is an intense psychological thriller that aligns with the depth and intensity of Moon in Scorpio individuals. Directed by Darren Aronofsky, it explores themes of obsession and personal transformation through the story of a ballerina's descent into madness. The film's dark and enigmatic atmosphere and its focus on emotional depth make it a compelling choice for Scorpio Moon individuals who seek profound and psychologically complex narratives.

🍂 Moon in Sagittarius - "The Cabin in the Woods" (2012): "The Cabin in the Woods" is a thrilling and adventurous horror-comedy that resonates with the adventurous and exploratory nature of Moon in Sagittarius individuals. Directed by Joss Whedon, the film offers a unique twist on the conventional cabin-in-the-woods horror genre, adding elements of humor and surprise. It provides an entertaining and adventurous experience for those with a Sagittarius Moon who love a blend of thrills and comedy in their horror movies.

🔪 Moon in Capricorn - "Psycho" (1960): As previously recommended, "Psycho" is a classic psychological thriller directed by Alfred Hitchcock. It explores psychological depth and themes of control and power, which reflect the practical and disciplined nature of Moon in Capricorn individuals.

👹 Moon in Aquarius - "Donnie Darko" (2001): As previously recommended, "Donnie Darko" is a surreal and thought-provoking film that aligns with the unconventional and intellectually oriented qualities of Moon in Aquarius individuals. Directed by Richard Kelly, it delves into themes of time travel, alternate realities, and the human psyche.

💧 Moon in Pisces - "The Shape of Water" (2017): "The Shape of Water," directed by Guillermo del Toro, is a visually stunning and emotionally engaging fantasy film that appeals to the imaginative and empathetic nature of Moon in Pisces individuals. The movie offers a unique love story with elements of mystery and the supernatural, making it a captivating choice for those with a Pisces Moon who appreciate themes of romance, fantasy, and emotional connection.

I hope you've enjoyed this selection.

Stay tune for more astro posts.

xoxo J.

[bones4thecats]

2023 Thanksgiving Special; Slashers

A/N: Finally done with the 2023 Thanksgiving Specials!! Phew, my hands were starting to cramp writing these! I hope you all enjoy the four-parter that is this Thanksgiving! Have a great Thanksgiving!!

Spending Thanksgiving With Them

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🕯️ Vincent was always nervous when it came to the holidays

🕯️ The Sinclair brothers never really spent a true holiday together ever since returning to Ambrose years ago

🕯️ They’ve tried, but their work has always got in the way

🕯️ Vincent was the one who had cooked most of it, but Bo and Lester would hunt it all, rarely did they ever have to buy a lot of stuff, since they prepared ahead of time

🕯️ With your help, he made dinner a lot faster, and with you distracting him from the darker side of everything, Vincent valued you being there more and more

🕯️ He sat next to you and barely took of his mask normally, but you convinced him to take it off fully

🕯️ After cleaning, you and Vincent laid in bed and rested together, and every year after that, he’d look forward to Thanksgiving, and every holiday before and after

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🧱 This wall boy never really knew a good Thanksgiving ever since he was basically seven years old

🧱 So, when he had smelled the turkey and foods you were making in the kitchen, he was hit with a wave of nostalgia

🧱 He came out of the walls and looked over your shoulder in curiosity

🧱 Brahms watched you smile and lay a hand on his, which was holding the edge of the countertop

🧱 You asked him what he needed, and it launched from him following you around to him fully helping you cook

🧱 He never really cooked growing up, as he normally just ate the stuff his past babysitters and parents left him, or rather, his doll-self

🧱 Brahms found his love for cooking with you at that moment

🧱 He loved the turkey you both made

🧱 And he fell asleep just a half-hour later, you trapped in his arms

🧱 You better make sure you didn’t leave anything running, because you’re not coming out of there unless its a real emergency

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💝 This poor little guy didn’t know what was going on

💝 He watched you start cooking and tried climbing your legs to sit on your shoulder

💝 You just picked him up and sat him there as he made grabby hands to the pot which you were cooking with

💝 Gizmo listened to your explanation as to what Thanksgiving was and the food you were making was

💝 He’s so clueless about it it’s adorable af

💝 You better make sure he doesn’t sneak any pumpkin pie after midnight, or else you’re screwed

💝 Gizmo is the sweetest and tries helping you cook every single year, no matter what

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🍭 He hated this so much

🍭 He wanted it to be Halloween again, he wanted to make sure people were behaving and honoring the traditions

🍭 Who was gonna do that here?!

🍭 Sam did not want to help you cook, he didn’t believe in this holiday, do he didn’t care about the foods of it

🍭 But, after a while, and a lot of sugar bribing, he finally helped you with certain things, like going to the store with you to buy a turkey

🍭 He also helped you butcher the turkey, even though you said carve, he prefers butcher

🍭 You butcher meat, you don’t carve it! Don’t dishonor the pumpkins!

🍭 Sam is one of the most stubborn when it comes to eating the food

“ Samhain, eat it. “

* shakes his head no *

“ Sam. “

🍭 Once he finally caves, he goes immediately to his room to ‘sleep’ (idk if he actually sleeps, just guessing there)

🍭 Overall, just a sourpuss (just about as bad as Michael)

[mr-creepycrazys]

Dibujito que hice de Vicent Sinclair y Bo Sinclair jeje mis husbandos slasher favoritos 💅😩🌈✨❤️💋🕯️🛻🔥

[kittyamore0]

Slashers find out their S/O has killed:

[Part 2]

A/n: IM SO UPSET BECAUSE I DONT HAVE MY REGULAR FONTS 😭 😔 A/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH A:n: I COULDVE JUST COPIED AND PASTED OFF THE INTERNET BUT IM TOO LAZY TO RE DO EVERYTHING 😖

CW: Murders, Sexual themes and GN! Reader.

Little note: I was going to add Lester and Bo to part 2 but I was busy while making this so I have to add them in part 3

Billy Lenz 🎄🎅📞

He’s more excited at the fact that you’re just like him, crazy!

He instantly got aroused 😃

Definitely stole some of your underwear’s (or bras) and returned them all sticky, and damp…

the way he found out was when you helped him kill Jess

”Jess, [Name], the caller is in the house,”

but you knew that

you’ve always known

so when Jess started panicking, you found it a good time to surprise her and Billy

It frightened you when she had a weapon, she could’ve killed your Billy!

So, you took the other fire poker

you stabbed Jess in the shoulder when she got dragged by Billy

I cackled when Billy yanked her hair through the stairs railing 💀

And before she could react, you slit her throat

“it’s okay, Billy,”

damn, you were always hot, but with blood on you? 😍

“[Name] saved filthy Billy…?”

you’re smart ass pinned it on Peters and he got arrested

you sneaking back to the sorority house to see Billy - 🏡 ⬅️ 🏃‍♀️💨

Tiffany Valentines 👰‍♀️❤️🧸

[this goes for her human body and doll body]

She honestly wouldn’t care, you kill, she kills, you’re even hotter when you kill.

wait, wha-

she finds it adorable and hot of you when you kill

will literally pull up a soft chair, some snacks and a face mask and sit there watching you take your anger out

“Go baby!”

”You got this, hun’!”

“They went that way!”

“Good job, woo!”

Very supportive

you were a killer when you met her

That’s how she fell in love with you!

“How many people have you killed?”

“34,”

“Hey, you know, you’re kinda cute…”

”I know,”

fell in love with you instantly.

Carrie White 🔥👩‍🎓🩸

You never kept it a secret from her, but instead of telling her that it’s innocent people, you told her that it was people that use to mock and taunt you

she doesn’t think it’s okay, but because it’s you and because they were ‘awful’ people, she pushed it away

also doesn’t judge because she did kill people with her powers, but in her defense, she was so pissed

Also accepts you because you helped her run away from her abusive mom.

every time you come home from committing mass murder, she already sets up a bath and tries to cook

her mom didn’t care about her, so she’s only learning how to cook just now

hey, at least she’s trying 🥰

you end up cooking, but she repays you with nice cuddles after !

Jennifer Check ☆💉🩸

how you met was…interesting…

you always had a crush on her

and would always get pissed whenever some boy or girl hit on her

so when someone flirting with her actually kissed her cheek

you lost it.

let’s say that they didn’t have their happily ever after

when she found out, she became infatuated with you

a really devoted, smart, and pretty/handsome person? Sign her up

she definitely confessed first

like Tiff, she also doesn’t care

you kill anyone, she kills boys, no exception

and if you’re a boy, you’re an exception

will cheer you on as well

just more lazily than Tiff

After your killings, she’ll invite you to a lake

you obviously say yes, not thinking too much of it

until you see her naked in the murky waters

definitely pushes you in

mocks you for how flustered you get

yall definitely had a good time 😏

Vincent Sinclair 🕯️🔪🔥

Vinny just finished working and he was looking for you.

a bit worried when he couldn’t find you

then he heard footsteps, your foot steps.

don’t ask me how he knows your specific footsteps

and Jesus, you were a literal bloody mess

you had about 4 limp, lifeless victims

“Vin-ny!~”

you were awfully happy

blushed a little when you happily sung out the syllables to his nickname

pointed to the 4 bodies

“well, I’d thought I’d help you with work and it’s a thank you, for um, uh, everything…”

the silence was loud

really loud

but he nodded and huffed

making you plaster a grin on your face

he’s definitely blushing under hat mask

big bear hugs after work ! ❦

[findroleplay]

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(Part two) Hello! Looking for a long term rp 18+ partner who wants to do any dead dove rps with me! OC × OC preferably since i have no clue on how to play cannon characters </3

- I mainly do mxm or mxftm , but i don't mind doing mxf either!! I mainly play ftm ocs but if that doesn't suit your fancy then i also have other ones.

-I normally play switch and dom roles, but i want to try writing more sub ocs for this rp. If you want to double or switch then Imk! Depending on the oc, ill let you know if i can.

- I write normally long replies, so semi-lit and novella based on my mood, so please don't just give me one sentence replies!!! ranging from 3 to 7 paragraphs. I’m not picky with face claims at all!

Some things in the rp might include religious trauma, substance abuse, mental illness, and more. Everything is on the table except for oviposition and bathroom stuff.

I really prefer darker themes (🕊️), so hit me with your ideas so we could do them and maybe we can do some of mine as well :3c

Some oddly specific plots/troupes ideas i've wanted to try out:

- Growing up in a strict place, and both our ocs are there to be eachothers comfort. Perhaps they grow up and run away together? Who knows 👀 (The main idea for this one is ftmxm with me playing the ftm))

-enemies to lovers

- Roommates to lovers. (This might also go with the semi-enemies to loves.

-childhood friends to lovers. Perhaps separated for some time and reunited?

Or grow up together and watch each other live but have to also see them get with others. But then realize they are meant to be

- royal au <33 (Royal × prince, royal × assassin, banished royal × [anything])

- Supernatural × investigator/ paranormal hunter/unlucky civilian

- bratty royal × normal working class citizen or something idk maybe even a BUTLER.. Or like someone to put the bratty mf in their place

- PIRATES?! I love pirates so much.

- asshole × nonasshole (goes along with the asshole) - SLASHERS?? Thow me your best slasher ocs istg ill eat them up (Slasherxvictim anyone??)

- college student with a double life x professor (At a reasonable age)

-psychotic and deranged priest/diety/ demon x "sacrafice"

- Dancer x stalker (I would love to play the dancer in this pleaseee!!! I have a ballerina oc and a figure skater I've been wanting to try out)

And more we can discuss in dms! I prefer discord to rp, So if you're interested like and i'll work out the details in dms! I would love to make pin boards and headcannons for our ocs!! Have a good day/night!

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[moth--blood]

Slashers with a s/o who makes Kandi

thought of this at midnight so i wrote them down!! :)

ft. Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, Bubba and Nubbins Sawyer, Otis Driftwood and Baby Firefly

Michael Myers 🔪

not too fond of finding stray beads in random places around the house but he likes your enthusiasm

his version of kandi trading is you make him something, be it a charm or a bracelet or pearler, and he makes you a mask!

equal exchange yk?

if you make him a Kandi face mask? that's his favorite one

he adores it but doesnt wear it a lot in fear of the string snapping

if you have a piece with his name on it, he just kinda stares at you. hes not really sure how to react but he likes when you wear it out of the house

quietly impressed if you make actual clothes out of the beads. he doesn't understand how you do it or how you have the patience but he's impressed

Vincent Sinclair 🕯️

makes you a space in the basement for your beads and string and whatever else you use!!

he's glad you both have creative hobbies, and you can (hopefully) help him with replicating jewelry from victims if they break

will cry if you make him something. what do you mean you care about him enough to include him in your hobby?? sobbing on the spot he adores whatever you make him

if you show him how to make bracelets, he'll definitely try his hand at it! probably accidentally snaps the string trying to tie them sometimes tho

"trading" with vincent is similar to michael. if you make him something, he'll make you a wax something! probably a small statue of your favorite animal

if you have a bracelet with his name on it he's very flustered at first. he's a fan, definitely, just doesn't know how to initially respond

very impressed and curious if you make clothes with the beads. likes watching you work

Bubba Sawyer 🪚

make him a bracelet please

he'll be moved enough that you even wanted to make him something and he'll never take it off

in the event of the string snapping, he grabs all the pieces and goes to you teary eyed and babbling apologies while you're kinda like "bubba string breaks its fine--"

clears an area in the basement a very good distance from his tools for you to work! insists on being downstairs with you, though, in case you get hurt.

if you make charms and pearlers, he'll incorporate them into his non-work outfits ^^

if you have a bracelet with his name on it? he wants one too! you can match!!

loves doing the handshake thing with you even if no trades/gifts are happening

if you make clothing items? please make him something for his suit he will love you forever (he already does, but.)

Nubbins Sawyer 📷

loves the beads more than anything honestly

this is the second closest you'll get to actual trading. he makes his own bracelets too, though they're of bones instead of colorful beads and charms, so you both have a fun mix of morbid and colorful!

also really likes doing the handshake, insists on doing it when he gives you random things he finds

same with bubba, if you have something with his name he wants one of yours

if you make charms and pearlers he puts them on or in his bag! definitely shows them off to people he's hitchhiking with

definitely asks for a bead bag, if you can make them. offers several bone items in return

Otis Driftwood 🎃

lets you set up a space to work in his room, probably next to his own work corner

likes that you use random items you find for your pieces too (like if you use can tabs, or small toys!)

will be pretty nonchalant if you make him something but he wears it literally everywhere. all the time.

if you make pearlers or charms he hangs them on his walls to show them off

steals string and beads for you sometimes

you have something with his name on it? you gotta wear it. no he doesn't care if the colors dont fit your outfit or theme you gotta wear it it's the law y/n

PLEASE make him halloween themed things he will cherish them forever

also not a fan of finding stray beads around his room but oh well

in the event of trading, he would rather just give you what he made you but he understands the hand thing is important to you

Baby Firefly 🐞

she loves watching you work

if you're willing to show her how, she's a very fast learner and likes making her own bracelets!

gives you so many kisses if you make her anything, she's guaranteed to love whatever it is

similar to otis, will adore anything halloween themed you make. will 100% fix them into her costumes

you have her name on something? she makes a matching one with yours :) also insists on you wearing it outside the house like otis does

loves doing the handshake thing! please do it with her

really likes the big cuffs and tries making them herself, though she getz really frustrated when she messes up a lot so she doesn't have many

you make the clothing stuff? she will make a million bracelets to trade for one dude. she doesn't understand how you have that much patience but she always loves the end results

[l1tw1ck]

Cucking And Double Stuffing

↳ @capsiiicle: [tatum and reader has this very well known rivarly bc they're both into stu (and who can blame them???), tatum assumes she has won, since she and stu are dating, but one day she catches reader and stu fucking?? nd stu is too out of it to actually realize and reader just holds him up with a smirk like "looks like i win"]

↳ Double Stuffing: [stu gets fucked stupid while billy is forced to watch without any release as a punishment (billy is a ok with this and finds it vv hot), stu gets dp in one hole (thats the entire idea, idk how to elaborate tbh)]

Cucking

bottom ftm stu x top masc reader

CW: AFAB Language, Cheating

You and Tatum have been fighting over Stu for ages, a long rivalry that was finally squashed when Tatum got with Stu. She expected you to be upset, but you weren't. You were just fine, if not better than before.

Stu was lying on his bed, head down with his ass up. Right behind him was you, pounding into his wet pussy while facing the door and expecting a visitor. "You're a dirty slut, Stu." You smirked, spanking his ass. Stu only laughed, the sounds muffled by the mattress, he was too caught up in the pleasure to formulate a response.

He had to wash the sheets afterwards, thanks to the remnants of when he squirted from your mouth and hands right beneath him. Tatum just can't please Stu the way you can, no matter how hard she tries, she just can't compare. He didn't realize that until after dating her.

Tatum could hear the familiar sounds of her boyfriend from outside his bedroom, assuming he's masturbating and ignoring the high probability that he's cheating. She opened up the door, only to see you fucking Stu. You held his neck and moved his back to be flush against your chest. "Smile." You whispered, a large grin grew on Stu's face and a smirk on yours. Tatum stood for a moment in shock, watching your cock disappear and reappear in his stomach while he moans shamelessly.

Double Stuffing

↳ capsiiicle: [stu gets fucked stupid while billy is forced to watch without any release as a punishment (billy is a ok with this and finds it vv hot)]

↳ capsiiicle: [stu gets dp in one hole (thats the entire idea, idk how to elaborate tbh)]

bottom ftm stu x top masc reader x top billy

CW: AFAB Language, Voyeurism, Coming Untouched/In Pants, Squirting, Creampie, Nipple Play, Double Penetration

You, Stu, and Billy sit in two opposing directions. Billy on a chair while you sit on the end of Stu's bed with him bouncing on your lap. Billy watches with a boner straining out of his pants, grinning at the amazing view. He was being an asshole the whole week so he got his "Stu Privileges" taken away and now he's here watching the two of you have sex while he's not allowed to even get off to it. He doesn't mind at all though, it only turns him on.

You place your hands on Stu's waist, taking over. Stu moans louder, crying out yours and Billy's name, making his boner even harder to ignore. His hands move from your thighs to his nipples, playing with them to help him get closer to his orgasm. Neither of you can resist the sounds Stu makes or how pretty he looks when he gets fucked, it's so easy for him to lose it to either or both of your cocks and even easier for the both of you to come just from his brainless state. Billy ends up coming in his pants, and you inside Stu shortly after.

You pull out of Stu and sit him back down on your lap, spreading his legs open to show Billy your cum dripping out of his pussy. Stu continues to play with his nipples while your finger circles his clit. "Yes-" Stu moans, resting his head on your shoulder. Billy watches intently as you help him come, staring directly at his cunt. "Gon- gonna-' Stu lets out a cry as he squirts, the sight making the both of you hard again.

You pitied Billy so you allowed him to join in. Stu's grin is as wide and crazy looking as normal, showing his clear excitement as you and Billy penetrate his pussy. His cheeks are a bright red, a huge bulge in his stomach from the both of your lengths. "So full.." He mumbles, giggling.

You and Billy start to fuck him nice and slow, earning a whine from the third party. "Faster!" Stu frowns. You buck your hips up into his stretched cunt with Billy thrusting as fast as he can. Tears of pure pleasure fall down Stu's cheeks as he sobs for more. Billy licks Stu's puffy nipple, lapping at the hard nub before sucking on it and allowing you to do most of the thrusting. He wraps his fingers in Billy's hair, urging him to keep sucking. You turn Stu's head to the side and kiss him, loving the way he moans into your mouth.

He's the first to come, pussy squeezing both of your cocks. You and Billy come simultaneously, stuffing his cunt with your thick loads of cum.

[applesontheground]

I honestly can’t remember if I’ve actually written out this ask before and either deleted it or sent it out into the universe, but can you write how the Sinclair brothers would react (or just bo😉) to seeing their clumsy s/o try to fix something on a rooftop and accidentally slipping off. Reader laughs it off or maybe they’re slightly hurt and the brothers are like 😑😠 they thought you were hurt! You could have been hurt! I just love that kind of drama lol

oh, i’m a clumsy critter through and through so i feel this one a little too personally. i’d love to indulge it with some sinclair love! ❤ (also, i used the initial prompt for bo’s drabble, but threw in some diff ideas for vin & les! they’re partially anecdotal because as i’ve said, i get myself in jackassery on a weekly basis lol!)

the sinclair brothers & clumsy S/O 🕯️  (gn reader)

SFW | Word Count: 1,495 | The Sinclair Brothers x GN Reader (separate drabbles at ~400-600 words)

It was one drip spattering against your head too many. The remnant of yesterday’s rainstorm making its way through the shingles of the roof where it felt as though it had just done it to irritate you was enough to make you proactive, dropping what you were doing and heading for the back of the house.

You waited until dusk crept its way under the skin of the town and wake its glimmering façade to step out onto the back porch of the Sinclair home with the ladder. Vincent had rummaged it out of the garage without so much else besides an unwaivered stare when you explained what you were planning on doing.

He helped get you going because you weren’t his worry per se. You were Bo’s, which was more insisted on by the latter than something Vincent really agreed to. It was almost scarier than the fact you were about to get up on the roof without running it by him first.

You had just gotten your bearings, clambering up the cold and dusty metal rungs and flattening out against the shingles on your stomach, when you heard the door swing open and the familiar voice start talking, not yet aware there was no one inside to listen to him. You pushed up to stand, the rough slats enough for your soles to find a grip. Still, as you stood upright, your entire frame couldn’t help but rock a little as you felt for your bearings.

Of course, that was what the man had made his way through the house just in time to see when he stepped outside, hearing the scrabbling above his head and half believing he was hearing things before realizing you were in fact up there.

“Hey! Nuh uh!” Bo stepped back, getting a better view at what you were doing. He snapped his fingers to make you look before pointing to the porch in a vicious movement, “Get the fuck down, [Y/N]! The hell’re you doin’?” You paused, finally fumbling back onto your knees and replied, “The roof’s leaking.” You tried to push up to stand again, but the unsure noise soon had the ladder shifting as Bo took matters into his own hands, one foot on the first rung in a matter of seconds.

“Bo, it’s okay-“ You began, but he interrupted in a voice that somehow got meaner as he repeated himself, “[Y/N], said get down, damn it!”

The tone was enough to make you slide towards the gutter, rolling your eyes at first and expecting to be grabbed by him like some sort of unruly pet rather than a [boyfriend/girlfriend/partner]. It was the lack of tugging – rather, the firm settling of his palm against your hip as you started to step down the ladder – that made your attitude fizzle.

“I’ve seen stupid, and I’ve seen clumsy,” Bo muttered, not looking you in the eye but still keeping a hand on your lower back, “But a combination of the two? Lookin’ for a broken leg.” You paused, staring at the side of his face until he finally stopped minding the way you were climbing to look you back in the eye. When one foot touched the porch, he snaked his arm around one of your hips, hoisting you away from the ladder and muttering, “Now don’t give me that, I’m not sayin’ I don’t trust you.”

You scoffed, “Oh, what? Gonna tell me you don’t trust the roof? The ladder?” He froze, and ended the conversation by spinning on his heels, taking your feet off the ground again and making you squeal in surprised laughter. “If anyone’s doin’ that kind of work, it’s me. Got that?”

When he set you on your feet your knees suddenly buckled. He watched in bemusement as you stumbled forward when he let go, and when you only had an embarrassed glance over your shoulder, he muttered, “Yeah. Yeah, that wouldn’t have ended well for anyone around here.” He laughed to himself with another shake of his head, turning away from you.

“Vincent, look at what I found at the flea market. Some-“ You turned away from where your eyes had caught onto the wall, stuck to some well-formed facial structure protruding in a lunge of wax, and were face to face with the back of an unfamiliar head.

“WHOOP-“ You let out an involuntary noise, your entire body flinching out of the way and in a twist of an ankle becoming parallel to the ground. You grasped the cassettes that you had brought to show Vincent for dear life as you went knee-first into the ground, making another silly noise as the air was knocked from you and the rest of your body hitting the floor in a solid thud.

The initial impact was still coursing through you, a prick of agony in your leg as you heard something drop against Vincent’s work desk. He put his hand on the desk, the visible eye straining at you. It maybe took a few good seconds before you noticed the slight wobbling of his sturdy frame, and the quiet snort that he quickly tried to muffle with an arm over his stone still mouth. Your jaw dropped in an exaggerated gesture, elbows pushing up to support you better as you jutted your neck at him and asked, “Are you laughing at me?”

He shook his head, turning away from you to get his bearings before doing anything else. You scoffed, slapping your hand against the floor in a one-armed shrug. “Hey, it was either that or I mess up your hard work.” You then gave a forlorn glance to the…person standing beside you.

He finally turned back around, sauntering over to hold his hand down. At a closer range, you could hear the quiet giggles from behind the mask. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh at your clown.” You muttered, and he finally paused to dust your shoulder off.

“…That it?” You asked, and even with the ingrained moment’s hesitation before doing it, he then pushed the delicate edge of his own mask up before giving you a peck on the cheek, a hand finally starting to move, you put on a great show here and again.

The second noise of exasperation just broke the giggles out a second time, its own encore as he wrapped his arms around you, finally noticing what you had dropped and nodding at them in a mute question.

“Oh, yeah!” You grinned, “Those!”

It wasn’t until you were well in the middle of the stream, water dappling your exposed ankles as it trickled past, that you wondered if there was a reason in particular Lester had sent you to cross the wash-out first today.

“Mind the water now, rose overnight. Makes the rocks slippery as shit.” He called, but just as you had registered what he had said you took another step on a promising rock, and your heel skidded out from under you. Lester gasped as you fell back first into the water, the world falling silent and murky as even your head was pulled under.

Just as soon as it happened, you were finding your bearings and immediately pushing back out over the surface, arms flailing as you regained balance. “I’m okay!” You hollered, turning to stand in the rushing water on your knees, uncaring to the way your entire outfit was now soaked and you had to be at an angle alongside the current. You heaved yourself up, and what seemed like an entire pitcher’s worth of water came up with you in the form of soaked clothes and hair as you beamed in a dopey manner to the man still on land, not sure whether to laugh or scold you.

“The hell you are. Didn’t ya hear me?” He finally decided on the latter, throwing his hands up at the display in front of him. You replied with an exasperated strain to your voice, “Sure, but you forget I’m not a good listener.” He neared the shore as you waded closer, helping pull the sopping mess back to his side of the wash-out.

“Well. Think it’s more of a luck thing than a stupid thing.” He began, but as you gave him a daring glance he corrected himself, “Not sayin’ anything, now let me help ya out.” He took both of your wrists as you broke from the current, stumbling onto the land and bracing his own forearms to steady yourself.

“First person that makes bein’ a dope look cute.” He commented as you stood a little straighter, but when you only gave him another astounded expression he muttered, “Gon’ be quiet for a little bit.”

You scoffed at that, careening into him and making him flinch from the cold water soaking into his shirt as you lassoed your arms around his torso. “Never want you to be quiet.” You murmured, giving him a kiss as he finally figured a little water wouldn’t kill him.

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A misty memory… [🕯️⛪️🪰]

OMG IT’S DAMIEN!!! :DD my silly little slasher OC who I’ve redesigned several times HAHSHWH!!!

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[prpfs]

Hey there! I know we’re still a little far off from October, but I’ve been rewatching a bunch of horror movies lately and would love to do an rp following some of those tropes! Of course, they would have a few twists to make this fun for both of us! I’m looking for this to be a MxM rp! I usually write around 2-3 paragraphs per response but I can go higher than that if I need to! I have several different OC’s and plots in mind, if any of them catch your eye then leave a like!

Summer Camp Horror

Camp Blackwood is a summer sleep away camp, where parents send their delinquent teenagers to get away from them for a few months. Your Character would be one of these campers. How they got there and how they feel about it can be up to you! There they meet another camper by the name of Quinlan who shares their bunk and made quite the scene when they were dropped off at camp and tried to escape the first night. Not long into camp people begin to go disappearing and are found murdered and left out in ritualistic ways. The counselors are acting weird and Quinlan seems to know more than he lets on. Unbeknownst to your character, Camp Blackwood is actually a hunting ground for a cult that worships an old god, and they’re intent on killing or brainwashing everyone at the camp.

Slasher Soulmates

Maxie Huxley was a serial killer, often taking pleasure in torturing his victims and torturing himself. He often used drugs to sedate his victims, and made videos of what he did to them and what he made them do. As an intense sadomasochist he took as much pleasure in making them scream as he took it making them fight back. Ultimately it ended the same way, with people dead in gruesome ways. Your character is another serial killer, the style of their killing and their personality is up to you. Him and Maxie meet in jail after both of them are caught and begin to form a romance as they speak about their past endeavors and realize the other person understands them. The two of them end up in a passionate, but ultimately toxic relationship. They make a plan and break out of prison so they can finally fulfill what they’ve talked about, getting to kill together.

Paranormal Summoning

Vix is a powerful demon, fueled by lust and violence. He’s been trapped in a holy prison by a priest for a very, very long time and is getting desperate to get out. Although he can’t access all of his power, he does manage to reach out to Your Character through his dreams, sensing his hidden desires. Your Character was a young seminary student who was studying at the old cathedral. They’re tempted down into the basement where the prison lay and is tricked into opening it up and making a contract with Vix. Now, Vix is tied to your character and pushes them to do violent things, enjoying corrupting someone so pure. 🕯️

like if interested!

[zombie-hickey]

[Masterlist]

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COD Masterlist

Resident Evil Masterlist

Until Dawn Masterlist

The Evil Within Masterlist

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[Key]

❤️‍🔥 - Smut

☠️ - Major Character Death

💔 - Angst

🕯️ - Dub-Con

🔪 - Yandere

🫀 - Gore/Violent Themes

🧸 - Fluff/Comfort

🎃 - Monster/AU