#Slashers Oneshots

[vikkirosko]

🔪 RZ!Michael Myers x Reader Oneshot Unsanitary conditions 🎃

Michael always tried to keep his knife close to him even when he stayed in your house. However, this time he did not find the knife next to him. There was a trace of blood on the sofa that was on his knife, but the weapon itself was not there, which made him frown. He got up and went to the kitchen, where he expected to see you and he was not mistaken. You stood in the kitchen and washed the blood off his knife, humming a tune to yourself. Michael came up to you and tried to take his knife, but you wouldn't let him do it.

"I'll give it back to you soon."

Michael looked at you carefully while you continued to wash the knife. You didn't see his expression, but during the time that you were together, you were able to learn to understand him without words.

"Your knife was covered in blood, I decided to wash it,"

Michael reached for the knife again, but you were not going to give it away.

"Michael, I know how to handle a knife, don't worry, I cook food somehow"

He continued to stare at you intently. He didn't understand the reason why you were washing his knife. It was usually enough for him to wipe the blood, but you clearly had a different idea of cleanliness.

"I know you don't really care, but you can't know how safe it is that someone else's blood will get into the wound if you accidentally injure yourself, you can get blood poisoning or something else like that."

Michael looked at you in surprise. You've always been careful about health issues, but he didn't think you'd go that far. In his life, illness was the last thing he thought about, which is why you thought about it.

[fernweh-writes]

Brahms Heelshire x F!Reader

This is just filth, I'm sorry guys. Actually I'm not sorry, this is what y'all are here for. Enjoy!

Warnings: Somnophilia, oral f!receiving, creampie, 18+ minors dni

Brahms was pressed firmly against the wall, staring hard through the small peep hole he had created in the wall. His breathing was shallow as he palmed his aching cock through his pants, fighting back pitiful moans as he stared at your sleeping form.

Sometimes Brahms wondered if you knew he loved to peer through the walls of the old house and watch you sleep. Maybe that's why you were wearing nothing but a thin t-shirt and lacy panties. Laying on your stomach with one leg bent gave him the perfect view of your ass and a teasing glance at your pussy. Your sleeping form was practically begging him to come have his way with you. Brahms was desperate to touch you in the ways he often imagined, to explore your body and show you exactly who it belonged to.

Brahms had just started to undo his belt when you let out a soft moan in your sleep. Immediately, his eyes snapped back to the small hole in the wall to peer at you once more. His nails dug into the wood on the inside of the wall as he watched you hungrily. Through the wall he heard the sheets ruffle as you rolled onto your back.

"Mmmm, Brahms."

The way you moaned his name in your sleep was pornographic. Brahms could feel any restraint he had left crumble. It was obvious you were dreaming about him, just as desperate for him as he was for you. He had to have you.

As quietly as he could, Brahms snuck his way into your room, careful to not wake you. You hadn't stirred since you had moaned so prettily for him, so he was confident you were still sound asleep. At first he just stood over you, admiring you up close, but it didn't take long for his aching cock to remind him why he was in your room.

Carefully, he traced his hand up your thigh to the swell of your ass, testing the waters. His touch was feather light as to not wake you. However, when you didn't flinch he grew more confident. This time his hand trailed lightly up your side, sneaking up under your shirt. Ever so carefully, he bunched up the thin cotton until your breasts were exposed to him. Without the thin barrier to keep them warm, your nipples hardened and so did Brahms cock. He let out a small whimper at the sight of you being exposed to him, luckily you didn't wake.

Brahms fingers continued up your sides until he reached your breasts and he began gently tracing your hard nipples. Without any restraint left, he caved and took your hard nipple into his warm mouth. He traced the hard peak with his tongue and then began gently sucking as his hand began pinching at your other.

You let out a soft moan and Brahms froze, pulling away from you. He waited until you settled once more before he continued. This time he trailed his way down to your pussy, finger gently tracing your folds through the lacy material of your panties. He could feel that you were wet and that only fueled his arousal.

Trying his best to hold back his heavy breaths, he carefully moved your panties to the side to reveal your wet pussy to him. He gently pushed a finger between your folds, collecting some of the wetness there before carefully circling your clit.

Your legs parted more as you stirred and let out another soft moan, but still you continued to sleep. Brahms kept running a finger through your folds before slowly and gently easing a single finger into you. You were so wet it sunk inside of you easily and Brahms moaned as he felt your warm walls. He no longer cared if he woke you as he added another finger and began pumping them in and out of you rapidly. The wet sounds your pussy made around his fingers caused him to let out a desperate whimper.

This time your moan was louder and Brahms could feel you tense as you woke up to the sight of him between your legs. "Brahms," you moaned out, "what are you doing?"

"Please," he begged, "please let me y/n. I promise I'll make you feel good. I promise I'll be a good boy." His voice was shrill as he begged, and you weren't awake enough to decide whether this was right or wrong. Instead you simply gave into the pleasure and let Brahms continue what he was doing.

Soon enough his tongue joined his fingers and began circling your clit as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you. He moaned as he tasted your dripping pussy, eating you out like he was a starved man. Alternating between licking and sucking, Brahms abused your clit until he had you singing his name. Looking down at him, you realized his entire face was exposed to you. He glanced up and the two of you made eye contact as he savored your pussy.

"Am I doing a good job, y/n? Am I being a good boy?"

You let out a loud moan as you felt your climax building, your hips grinding down against Brahms' face. "Fuck! Yes, Brahmsy you're doing a good job. Such a good boy for me."

Brahms ministrations didn't stop even once you had finished. His tongue continued to suck at your overstimulated clit. Grabbing his hair, you had to practically pry him away from your pussy and he whimpered as you did. His hips thrust against the bed and you noticed he was still rock hard inside of his pants.

Guiding him on top of you, you pulled his face towards yours, kissing him roughly. He kissed you back eagerly, and you could taste your release on his tongue.

Reaching down you fumbled with his pants until you could pull them down. Grasping his already hard cock in his hand you smoked him a few times. The sounds Brahms let out were whiny and desperate as he rocked his hips into your hand, desperate for any sort of friction.

Pawing his pants further down, you grasped his thick cock and guided it to your entrance. Brahms' eager eyes met yours seeking approval.

Smiling, you nodded at him. "Go ahead. Fuck me."

Brahms could no longer contain himself and he quickly thrust himself all the way into you. The slight burn from the stretch had you clenching your eyes shut and hissing. He didn't wait for you to adjust to his long size. Instead, he moved one of your legs onto his shoulder so he could thrust deeper inside of you. Brahms practically growled as he rapidly slammed his cock in and out of your pussy. The sounds of your wet pussy taking him in filled the room and urged him on.

His hands were all over you touching you any part of you that he could reach. One moment he was squeezing your ass the next he was groping your boobs. Finally his thumb found your clit again as his hips began to stutter, letting you know he was close to cumming.

"Fuck, oh fuck," the word fell from his lips repeatedly, but this time his voice was deep and it urged you towards your second orgasm. You loved the way he moaned so desperate for you. Like you were the only one in the world that could make him feel like this.

His hips stilled with his cock deep inside you and you could feel the warmth of his cum as he filled you with it. Brahms fell against you, panting, as he waited for his cock to soften before pulling out of you. He wanted to stay inside of your warm walls forever.

Collapsing beside you, Brahms watched as you drifted back off to sleep quickly. He watched you sleep for awhile, fingering his cum back inside of you while you went back to dreaming.

[nothomegal]

"Flashing warnings"

Pyramid Head x GN Reader

Summary: you've been with the executioner for quite some time, enough for you to have your own special bond. You were his, and that fact alone was enough for the whole Silent Hill to avoid you, well aware of what they'll find out if they mess around. However, this little rule is unknown for any unfortunate newcomers that get trapped in this cursed town, and today you've met one of these newcomers... One would think, seeing monsters avoiding you like fire should be enough proof to do the same, but... Eh, some people are way too stubborn and blind.

Warnings: typical violence and gore, (Y/N) getting mistreated by meanies >:(

Word count: 2.9k

(Y/N) been sitting on this old matress for quite some time, they've already tried any possible sitting position yet non made the book they're reading more interesting.

Pyramid Head, or how they began to call him, 'Pyra', left to hunt and punish whatever soul putrid enough to get his attention. He's been gone a good amount of hours and they haven't heard a single sound of his in the distance, no metal scraping against the concrete at the distance or any screams of agony from his victim, nothing. How many hours it been? Three? Five? It's tough to tell, specially when this town knows no day/night cycles and it's always foggy. Even though they're not sure how long it been, they can tell it's the longest Pyra's been gone.

They switch into a laying position as they begin to think about what to do now. They could totaly go out and take a walk if they wanted, but they're concerned they'll end up bumping into the people Pyra is hunting. No, they won't get punished but they don't want to witness a literal slaughter neither, and whenever something (literaly anything) dares to interact with (Y/N), the pyramid headed beast seems to go wild of fury.

This is some very serious issolation, but (Y/N) became fine with it and Pyra is not as bad of a company as he initialy was. Feel him close to them, his big palm resting against their body as a reminder that he's there, the random noises that come out his helmet whenever he seems content or wants to get their attention... To be honest, these little things became more than enough at this point, and it's not like they've used to be the most social butterfly anyways. And even if they were... Well, arguing with Pyra is useless, he never budges, and if (Y/N) starts to get unreasonable or the argument goes nowhere, he simply brushes his togue across their face, purpously waiting for the moment their open their mouth. And ta-da! Argument solved since (Y/N) is too shocked and flustered to continue and Pyra simply let's out a deep and amused rumble.

(Y/N) chuckles to themselves at this memory, when it happened the first time the face they made was probably priceless, and the way Pyra allowed them to hide their face in his chest so the shame goes away... Sigh, they hope he returns soon.

The hairs on the back of their neck stood up when they began to hear the sound of numerous people run and hurriedly yellsomething to each other. (Y/N) of course panics a bit, and to avoid any possible interaction with the group of people they sneak into the corner of the room near the door, so if anyone of the group peeks inside they won't notice (Y/N) right away. It also seems like the people are running away from something, something that is not Pyra because of the lack of known bulky footsteps and scraping sounds.

Unfortunately, their little plan went town the drain when the group of around five man bursted through the old door and attempted to close it, while the creature outside of it was desperately slaming itself against the wooden surface. (Y/N) turned completely still as they shrunk in their place, internally hoping that due to the intense moment these people wouln't notice then and would simply brush off their form as some inanimate object.

Unfortunately, one of the men did noticed them.

—"Hey Dave, there's another one hidin' over he-"—

The man couldn't finish the sentence as the creature from the other side managed to burst through the door, throwing the men on the ground in the process. Some of them stumble back, others pull out their weapons and point at the creature, who resulted to be a monster known as ‘Slurper’, take a guess why it's called that. Not the most difficult creature to deal with but definitely the trickiest, it’s very fast and definitely can handle or dodge some shots and hits from the group.

The monster crawls inside of the room, it’s elongated face making some slurping noises as drool and blood drips from its mouth. But the beast suddenly freezes mid-step, and very slowly and subtly turns it’s head towards (Y/N), making the men look at them as well. The monster suddenly lets out a whine, similar to that of a dog, and practically runs away at high speed, completely terrified.

The group stare at the door in shock, their mouth gaping a bit. (Y/N) remains stiff, their knees pressed to their chest as they think what to do now. The answer comes when one of the man, who seems to be the leader, stands up and starts walking towards them, his expression indescifrable, but his gaze definitely holding malice.

So (Y/N) jumps to their feet as fast as they could and make a run through the doorway and down the hallway. They can hear the group yell something as they chase them, their voices angry and irritated, which only motivated them to keep running since it’s now clear that these people weren’t kind at all.

Things turn significantly worse when they get grabbed by the back of their clothes and then tackled down on the floor, the impact was rough and quite painful which made (Y/N) release a pained whine. The man above them grabs a good chunk of their hair and presses their head agains the dirty and cold floor as he looks at them.

—“The fuck was that? How did you do it?!”— he exclaims strictly, his tone demanding.

—“D-Did what?… S-Scaring the- the monster th-thing?”— you nervously reply, your voice a bit shaky. —“I-It’s not really me, it’s the being tha-that ‘owns’ me.”—

(Y/N) knew they sound like they’re crazy, like they’re out of their mind, but it’s the best way they can explain their unusual situation. It is true, the executioner practically owns them, he has the power to claim and to keep them with him, to keep anyone and anything away from something his, to keep them eternally by his side, his and no one else's.

As expected, the man on top of them only scrunched his face with confusion and disgust, definitely thinking that (Y/N) is just another crazy ex-resident of this hellish town.

—“Yeah… Right.”— he slowly says.

—“Mathew, do you still have the tape? Bring it.”—

A clear sound of a duct tape being unwrapped made them shiver, uh-oh, they’re in a big-time problem. They attempt to wiggle out and keep running, but the man above them slams their head agains the floor.

—“Keep it still bitch, we just want to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you.”— he grumbles angrily and slams your head again.

(Y/N) could feel blood start dripping from their nose. Being forced to calm down since these men clearly aren't fooling around and are not afraid to hurt them if they need, they relax and allow another one to tape their wrists together behind their back, as well as their ankles.

—“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, the executioner will not have mercy…”— you comment, not even bothering to elaborate, knowing that these people are dead meat already.

—“Pff, executioner. If you’re of his property, then why were you in that room just chillin’ all by yourself?”— another man asks.

—“Because he can allow himself to do it, and because any smart creature knows to not fuck around me because of what they’ll found out.”— you say, your tone a bit sassier by the end.

—“Any smart creature, huh?”— the man that was on top of you suddenly grabs you by the throat. —“In my understanding, a smart creature will learn to shut the fuck up, I could easily cut your tongue off right now if I wanted but not sure if that will affect whatever effect you have on the monsters, so I'll give you one last chance to remain quiet, understood? You farm animal.”—

The grip on (Y/N)‘s throat was tight and it was hard to breathe, the male’s eyes were dark and cold, no hesitation in them as he said these threats, definetely not the first time he makes them. Believing his words, (Y/N) nods hurriedly as the lack of oxygen began to affect them. The man grins and let go of them roughly, basically throwing their body on the floor.

—“Aight, who’s going to carry their ass?”—

The men discuss for a short moment, until agreeing that the biggest one of them should do it. Ones everything was sorted out and (Y/N) was being manhandled in his grasp, the group resumed their walking.

The men were shocked, some of them even got smug, at the way the creatures avoided them now. What’s that? A monster does have guts to attack? A single sound or movement from (Y/N) was enough to set the creature from fight into flight. Each time something run away, the men would laugh and cackle loudly, clearly feeling like they've beat the system and are some sort of untouchable beings.

Silly bastards, they don’t know what awaits them.

It’s unclear how long they’ve been roaming around, but it was long enough for the group to get lost, again, and decide to take a rest. The man carrying (Y/N) carelessly (throws) puts them on the ground, face first, as the rest settle down as well. Non of the five bothered to talk or acknowledge (Y/N), though sometimes they would throw some random questions at them, but of course they'd never been able to finish the answer since one of the five would end up rudly interrupting them.

At some point (Y/N) began to ignore them, aware that they're nothing but a gag to these people. The youngest of the group seemed a bit pissed at being ignored, so he stands up and walks towards (Y/N)'s lying form, who was still paying no mind, and out of nowhere kicks them hard on their stomach, making the air inside of them leave in a violent exhale.

—"You talk and look at us when we speak to you."—

They say nothing, still trying to regain their breath. The man above them sighs and rolls his eyes before crouching down and grabbing them by their hair, to posteriorly pull them to their knees.

—"Listen sugar, just because you scare away the crap that lives here, it means shit to us. You're fuckin' helpless and at our mercy, so you do and act as told and when is told, understood?"—

Before (Y/N) could do anything, a sudden deafening roar resonated through the whole building and from an unknown direction. The noise similar to some huge unknown beast fiercely howling through something metallic. A shiver of anticipation ran through (Y/N)’s spine, Pyra must’ve found their drops of blood and figured out what happened, and now he’s on his way to take them back.

The other five noticeably tensed up and frantically looked around, as if trying to locate the creature through the walls...

Walls.

(Y/N)'s gaze was already focused on one of he walls, knowing that their lover would't waste his time in searching for an entrance. The man, who's still holding them by their hair, slowly drags his gaze to the same wall.

—"Guys..."— he says uneasily.

—"Yes, we heard that too, dumbass."— one of the other four hisses back.

—"No, guys, get away from the fuckin- "—

A loud crashing sound resonated behind the mentioned surface, followed by the well known heavy footsteps and scraping of metal. The other four quickly get behind the fifth and (Y/N), who was currently having the brightest grin on their face, relieved that he came for them.

—"{The fuck was that?!}"— one of the males yells half whispers to you.

—"That?"— you let a little hum as you close your eyes and look away so the dust doesn't get directly into your face. —"That is the reason why everything in here avoids me."— you say with the calmest tone possible.

—"Wha- "—

Another loud crash and a huge wave of dust cut off his question completely. While the dust was still on the air, the previous heavy footsteps were quickly approaching, making the floor shake with each step. When the men saw the silhouette of this massive unknown creature they paniced, since it showed no hits of stopping, quite the opposite actually. The one, that been holding (Y/N), pushes them roughly forward without thinking, actin on some desperate instinct.

—"Here! Take them instead!"—

The five were ready to run, but got stopped by their own shock when the monster reached out and caught (Y/N) before they fall on the ground. It was still hard to see what exactly the beast did, due to the still thick layer of dust, but the sudden loud and deep metallic growl that the beast let out was enough for them to defrost and set into running. They don't get too far though, since their legs get suddenly caught and tangled into a bunch of rusty wires and thorns coming out of the floor, whick held them still and cut their soft flesh with the mildest movement.

A small chill jolted through (Y/N) at the sight of the mysterious thorns. They knew it was Pyra's doing, he rarely used that hability of his and they learned that he only uses it when he's trully pissed. And he wasn't just that, he was livid. The sight of bruises on (Y/N)'s neck from the previous grab really railed the monster up, just how dares that filty mortal touch and mark something his? Only he has the privilege to touch (Y/N), to hold them, to look at them, to hear their voice and all the things they say in that calm and sweet tone they always use when they're happy... Just how dare they attempt to take all of this away from him? The executioner.

The monster tears the tape off (Y/N)'s wrists and ankles before putting them down, his movements a bit rough due his agitation yet he did his best to keep it under control.

He then rises to his full height, sword in hand, and slowly walks towards the group. The closer he got, the more desperate the man acted, pulling their legs out of the sharp wire-mess just for it to tangle around their limb even tighter.

The beast's first target was the youngest one, the one who had the guts to hold (Y/N) by their hair and threaten them, Pyra really didn't like that one.

The male has no time to even inhale to start begging, as the monster simply cuts him in half with his sword. (Y/N) of course didn't want to see the gore that is about to happen, so they carefuly and quietly leave the room through the hole their beast of a man made durning his enrance. The last thing they've seen before leaving was Pyra practically tearing one of the man up apart like paper, going specially slow to inflict even more pain.

(Y/N) is unsure how long it took Pyra to finish them, they simply remained sitted on the floor with their legs pressed against their chest and covering their ears to silence the screams and the wet gory sounds of muscles and bones breaking. They let out a yelp when their body is suddenly pulled up by a pair of large arms and is pressed agains a broad torso. Pyra held (Y/N) in this posessive embrace for quite a while, the mildes movement from them would make the beast growl and press them even closer.

(Y/N) however, still attempted to soothe their lover by gently nuzzling agains his chest and rub it with their hand.

—"I am so sorry..."— you apologize, though you both knew it wasn't really your fault. —"I was just hanging out in that room we've been before, and... And these people entered there while running away from another beast, and- "—

They couldn't finish the explanation since Pyra suddenly shoved their face further into his chest, muffing the rest of their little rant. The action, which embarassed (Y/N) a bit, also made them understand that their lover doesn't need any excuses or explanations, he's content to have them back and unharmed. They sigh softly and eventually relax in his grasp and going practically rag doll, in response and after some time, Pyra's body also relaxed a bit, yet his grip on (Y/N) remained strong and firm like iron, refusing to let go.

—"Pyra."— you manage to move yout head just enough to say it.

A low grumble resonated from his helmet and chest, though it didn't sound hostile, more like his version of 'hhmm?'.

—"I love you, thank you for being around."— you say honestly, as you move just enough to reach his neck area and kiss the little skin exposed between his clothes and helmet.

The little sweet gesture was answered with a low purr as Pyra's large hands roam around their body for a bit, caressing and feeling each curve through their clothes. The touches weren't suggestive surprisingly, which meant that this affection was genuine and not the product of his monstrous lust towards them.

They both stay like this for a while longer, (Y/N) saying and whispering things in a soft tone that Pyra absolutely adored to hear, and he kept holding them against himself, pawing their body time to time just to feel them more. Their warmth, their pulse, their breathing...

To feel them.

To feel them being all H̸̫̥͙̮͍̮͋͑Ḯ̴͓̦̻͈̜͍̇̃͋͠S̴͖̘̍̓̉̑.

[sunny-mercya]

Ours not Yours.

Poly!Billy Loomis & Stu Macher x Male Reader

Fandom -> Scream 1996

Requested by -> @jaythes1mp

Masterlist

Billys rage of jealousy was at a boiling point and ready to burst into anger. Throwing some fists or perhaps even gutting someone sounds more than pleasing appealing to Billy right now.

Slamming his locker shut, Billy turned his head to the side, taking a narrowing glance at the group a few meters ahead of him.

Tyler Gillery, one of the school main jocks, was the sole reason of Billys displeasuring anger. The teen was next to you, couldn't keep his hands off—one was always placed on your hip, as if you belong to him—from you. How Tyler could bring a laugh out of you, with his stupidity of jokes, how he managed to make you smile—the genuinely one with radiating happiness and love—and overall keep you from them, your actual boyfriends.

Billy scoffed, shoulders his bag and walked towards them. Bumping hard into Tylers shoulder, ignoring Sidney and Tatums confused faces and whatever they are about to say. Billy wasn't in the mood for their girlish complaints. He thought about pulling you along and away from them, but Tyler had a good grip on you and by god—that smug arrogant smile Tyler gave him, was making Billy even more furious.

«Damn, whats up with Billy? He looked mad.»

«hah, he's just being a silly moody mopey» joked Tyler, laughing boastfully and well too loud.

You elbowed Tyler in the rips, hard enough to have his grip loosen on you. Facing him, you gave him a frown. Tyler, in a mock surrender, holds his hands up, taking just a few steps of distance from you.

«chill, was just a joke, pretty boy.»

Your frown deepens, turning more into a scowl. Taking your bag into your hands, you gave a short goodbye to Sidney and Tatum.

«Hey hey, we're still going to do some studying later?»

«Maybe. If you're not being a silly asshole moody mopey.» your reply was flavoured with a disdain—biting bitter curtly—in your tone.

You liked Tyler. You too were acquaintances, counting him to a friend level, in and outside from school. He's a good guy by heart, but sometimes he can be a unnecessary mean little shit.

~~~

Stu grinned. Amused by Billy's little fit of jealousy and upcoming bloodlust towards Tyler. Stu gets it, really, seeing you constantly with Tyler—all friendly and almost lovely dovely—gives him too a rumbling of jealousy, but his and Billys jealousy were two different things.

Stu's jealousy was subtle, more of a teasing and hovering near you. Holding your hand for a week and showering you with compliments and jokes.

Whilst Billy's jealousy was a merciless possessiveness. Brooding glares, keeping you at hips bay, always near him and at the end of the day, marking your body with visible love bites and making your body limp in his hold.

«Ya know, rumours has it, that the Nurse office is at this time unoccupied and how about we give [Name] some health check up?» Stu's grin got wider, licking over his lips, leaning against some lockers.

«I'm this fucking close to gut Tyler out. The asshole had the actually audacity to have his filthy jock hands on [Name]'s hips.»

Stu only hummed in agreement, that he was listening to his boyfriend angry ranting. Being on a lookout for you, to catch you in his arms and "kidnapping" you into the nurse office. Doing it in school is a thrilling thought of excitement.

~~~

Billy and Stu hadn't meant to go this far. Didn't mean to cover your skin with so many love bites—bruising your skin into a purplish bloody hue, leaving marks, visible, of teeths all around every inch of your body—decorating your skin with it as if you were a trophy.

They both felt almost guilty about it, once they saw how dazed—one the verge of passing out—and shakily you are. Almost though.

Billy and Stu laid with you on the medical-bay bed, cramped together and with you in the middle. Prepping you face with kisses and showering you with praises till you dozed off into a short nap.

It was entirely your fault, that they had to go such length. This could have been avoided, if you didn't have acted so naughty.

For 2 whole weeks you have ditched and kinda avoided them, to hang out with Tyler—doing school projects or something like this. Leaving your boyfriends for themselves and it was getting on their nerves.

You were theirs, their precious little darling. You are Billy and Stu's priced possession. They will kill for you, if it means to protect you.

If they could, they would have collard you up, showing everyone who you belong to—even though they all know by now, that you're the boyfriend of Billy and Stu. Though since they couldn't do that, Billy and Stu have settled for a far better idea—giving love bites, the ones which would fade after weeks.

~~~

Exhausted with sleep, you limped through the empty school corridors. Billy and Stu walking on each side next to you, one holding your hand and the other your bag.

A pleased smile full of smugness and overconfidence on their lips. You rolled your eyes, muttering something about being impatiently needy under your breath. Honestly, they could have waited till you were at home, but then again, your boyfriends liked to be experimental (risky).

«Boys, once we're home you're gonna get me some Mcdonalds and KFC,»

«'course babe, everything you want my prince!»

«Yo, [Name]!» Tyler called out for you, jogging towards you, once he saw you stepping outside the school. He ignored the glaring stares of Billy and Stu, thinking about challenging them—too see who could win you over more, even though Tyler knows that you're already in a relationship with the two—but he always liked a good match or gambling.

Tyler stared at your neck, gulping his spit when he saw the amount of hickeys on your neck. Tired and disheveled you looked and Tyler wonders what you three has done and somehow he knew what you did, but didn't want to imagine it.

Because Tyler knew all too well that you belonged to only Billy and Stu. They have made that more than once perfectly clear.

«Are you....uh still up for some studying?»

«No, sorry, maybe tomorrow perhaps. I'm about to fall asleep any second soon,» you shook your head, mumbling out another apology to him as your eyes threatened to close themselves again. Staying awake was hard and the more you walked around the more exhausted you gotten.

«You heard [Name], maybe tomorrow Tyler. Now, if you so kindly would piss off now»

Tyler nodded, watching how Billy put an arm around your middle, pulling you close to him and giving Tyler—like he has done before—a smug grin.

There might be no killing tonight or in the next few weeks, but that doesn't mean Billy and Stu wouldn't give Tyler a good fucking scare anyways.

[cherryskyies]

The slashers w an insecure s/o

Includes: Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt

slowly getting through this major writers block. my writing might be dog shit for a few posts but I'm forcing myself to work through it 🩷

Reader is female

Warnings: descriptions of sex (mostly bo section), praise, low self-esteem.

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Vincent Sinclair

Vincent doesn't understand it. 

The moment he laid eyes on you he was in awe, knowing immediately he needed you alive. There wasn't enough wax in the world to sculpt you the ways he desired. 

So to see your hesitance at removing your clothing, he was scared you had changed your mind about him — the thought of you being insecure hadn't crossed his mind until you admitted it.

Your cheeks are hot from embarrassment, apologies slipping off your tongue as you dropped your head against his chest. "I'm sorry Vin, I've never liked my body."

He's quick to silently reassure you that he loves all of you, even the parts he hasn't seen with soft hands roaming your delicate body; finger tips gliding over your curves, stopping to lift your face to his – it's a promise.

Vincent will worship the very ground you walk on, making it his goal to show you your beauty through his gentle touches and precise sculptures. You will fill his work space.

Bo Sinclair

"What'dya mean you don't like your body? You've got the best piece of ass I've seen in my life!" Bo exclaims, genuinely confused at your insecurities. 

There is not a chance he'll fully understand, regardless of his own insecurities. Bo looks at you and sees the perfect woman — so what if you have some imperfections? He might as well be blind because he can't see them.

He is very gentle with you though, thoroughly fucking the insecurities away and praising you every chance he gets.

"Look how beautiful you are, cumming all over my cock," Bo praises, forcing you to watch yourself in the mirror he's placed across the room. "So perfect."

Would definitely make you point out features you like on yourself before you can cum. Just seems like that kind of guy.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas would be so heartbroken to hear you say you don't like your appearance. He'd think it's his fault for not appreciating you enough.

The first time you say it, you're both a nervous wreck. 

"It's not you, Tommy. I just.. I've never liked my appearance," you admit, eyes downcast while your hand holds his at the hem of your shirt.

He whines, nuzzling his face in your neck. It's not fair that you feel this way he thinks, you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen. 

But he understands, having his own insecurities; so the two of you make a deal to leave the lights off and keep your shirts on until you are more comfortable — which doesn't take long with the way he worships your body. 

With Thomas your insecurities are a thing of the past. 

[the-cannibal]

“Clicky papa!”

Predator/Yautja x (platonic) child! Reader

Summary: what happens when a small three year old child gets attached to a big killer alien?

Female reader - she/her and you is used

Yautja is male in this one - he is also unnamed so if you wanna imagine him as a specific Yautja or an oc feel free! :)

This is a platonic oneshot!

This is also very short, but I hope you like it anyway!

Warnings: Some violence and what not in the beginning, blood/gore

It was a simple job. One that he was going to get in and out quickly. The big alien let out a screech as he ripped open another human, blood splattering all across his armor and mask. He was surrounded by a field of pure gore as he continued his mission, a mission that we won't go in specifics as to what exactly it is. But to summarize it he had to kill people. A lot of people. Which wasn't out of the ordinary. Rapid foot steps came up behind him and before he knew it his precious mask was ripped off of his face and carelessly tossed to the side. The Yautja slowly looked down at the frightened human, who stood shaking as he realized the mistake he had made. "N-no please!" But before the poor human could make anymore pleas, the Yautja had sliced open its throat, watching as the body fell limp to the ground, twitching and pouring out blood. The strong alien quickly wiped down all his tools and was ready to leave the scene. That was until he felt someone tapping on his leg. "Boo!" The alien looked down to see a small human girl, around the same size as the young Yautja pups he sees running around his planet. The alien tilted his head in confusion, making a clicking noise with his mandibles as he picked up the girl to examine her. The child giggled and attempted to copy his noise, getting drool and spit down her chin, as she made grabby hands towards his dreadlocks. The Yautja couldn't keep the small smile from spreading across his face. He had to admit, they were quite adorable. But the smile quickly fell when he remembered what they were. A human... But they were so small! How could he harm such a thing? Looking down in his arms and seeing the child holding her fingers up to her face in an attempt to make her own mandibles, he knew he couldn't hurt her. And it wasn't like he could go find the humans that made said offspring. They were probably in the carnage that laid around them... "Clicky papa!" That made him freeze up. His eyes were wide in wonder and curiosity as he looked down at the giggling toddler in his arms. She really wasn't afraid of him, what's so ever. Which really surprised him. Every human he has ever come across scream in horror when they see him. They scream louder when his mask is off and they see his true face. But here he held a small human that called him papa.

"Clicky papa?" The child said confused. The big alien sighed, moving the child so they were resting their head on his shoulder. He made up his mind. She was now his pup, his child. He was going to take care of her, no matter what the other Yautja say. Climbing into his ship and getting ready to fly back home, he knew the risks he was taking. But one look down at the child in his arms, sound asleep with a gentle hand wrapped around one of his dreads, he knew he couldn't just leave them behind.

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Hi dear,

I was wondering if you could write for creepy neighbor! Michael x fem! reader, where he finds her on social media and downloads her pics to jerk off to then gradually 2 months later he storms into her house at night and fucks her into the mattress, love your blog <3

a/n: i absolutely can write that! thank you so much for the request and i hope you like it <3

pairing: creepy neighbour!michael x fem!reader

warnings: stalking, home intrusion, unprotected sex, rough sex

word count: 1005

You were beautiful, that much Michael knew. Even as you were staggering up the front steps to your door, your coordination severely lacking, he thought you were the most beautiful person he'd seen in a while.

Something about you always made his cock twitch in his pants, a sensation he had long since forgotten, it had been so long.

He'd first noticed you a few months ago, stumbling up the front steps to your new house, with a heavy box in your arms. No one ever came near his house, so he was surprised to find that you had been the one to finally move in next door.

He thought he had finally gone mad, that the long stretches of silence he usually endured had finally corrupted his mind, destroyed his sanity.

But with each month that passed, it became apparent to him that you were in fact real, and you were living right next door.

As he watched you jam your keys into the door, he quickly unbuttoned his coveralls, wrapping his hand around his aching cock.

But unfortunately, your brief presence outside your door wasn't enough to satisfy him, so he found himself reaching for the phone he'd stolen, quickly bringing up the images he'd taken from your social media.

He found that he rather enjoyed the idea of being able to watch somebody by simply tapping a few buttons on a screen. It certainly saved him the energy of having to sneak around outside all the time. Now, he could just watch you from inside the walls of his own home.

He pulled up an image of you in a bikini, the sun warming your skin and your chest glistening. He imagined his hands on you, rough fingers slipping beneath the straps, pulling the material over your head.

He imagined your breasts. He imagined his hands, wandering over your body, dipping inside your panties, driving his cock into you...

He wanted to hear you scream. He wanted to feel your skin beneath his hands, his cock buried deep inside your pussy.

Once he came to the realisation that a simple image wouldn't be enough to satisfy him, he put the phone down, tucking his cock back into his pants and walking towards the door.

You were home alone tonight, he knew that, which meant he was free to pay you a visit, satiate his need for you.

He silently left his house, walking straight up the steps to your house, and he opened the door with ease, noting that you rarely remembered to lock your doors at night.

Luckily for you, Michael had no intention to actually harm you tonight. He only intended to finally live out his fantasy, to feel your skin against his as he fucked you.

You were halfway up the stairs when you suddenly heard something behind you, strong hands roughly gripping your hair, forcing you forwards.

"What the fuck?!" You screamed, struggling in his hold as he continued to shove you forwards, barely even flinching as you thrashed around. "Let me go!"

It only took mere minutes to reach your bedroom, and he released his hold on your hair, forcefully throwing you into your mattress. And that was when you saw his face, the signature white halloween mask that belonged to none other than Michael Myers.

You thought he was dead. Everyone did. Yet here he was, standing over you as you laid there helpless.

"Michael?" You breathed out, staring up at him in shock. "Is that really you?"

He offered you no response, simply standing there motionless, his muffled breathing filling the silence.

"Michael─"

Before you were able to say anything else, he was closing in on you, his hands quickly finding the waistband of your shorts, effortlessly tugging the material from your body.

You probably should've struggled, attempted to fight him off in some way, but you could only lay there as he pushed your shirt up your body, revealing your tits to him.

You weren't sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. You also hadn't expected to be so turned on by it.

You gasped when you felt his hands on your tits, the heat growing between your legs becoming uncomfortable.

"Michael," you whined. "Please, fuck me."

That was all the encouragement he needed to finally take his cock out, wasting no time in pushing into you, a muffled groan falling from his lips when he heard you cry out.

His hands were still roughly gripping your tits as he thrusted into you at a bruising pace, revelling in the sounds that he was pulling from your throat, and the near violent slapping of skin that filled the small bedroom.

You let out something short of a scream as he fucked you into the bed, the pressure building in your stomach becoming almost too much to bear.

"Oh, fuck! Shit!" You hissed, desperately clawing at the bed sheets.

Michael didn't let up, curling his hands around your waist as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

He loved the way you were squirming beneath him, trying to get away, to relieve yourself of the pressure.

And it wasn't long until you felt the sting of tears in your eyes, your body aching as he continued to pound into you.

"Michael," you breathed. "Oh God!"

The fire that had been building inside you finally exploded, a shock of pleasure coursing through you as you continued to cry out, your vision becoming blurred.

Michael continued to fuck you through your orgasm, your body becoming limp as he slapped up against you. And it only took one last pathetic moan from you for his hips to stutter, pleasure crashing over his own body now as he spilled into you, a muffled groan pushing past his lips.

Once he was finished, he pulled out of you, leaving you to watch as he tucked himself away, quickly doing up his coveralls before turning and walking out of your door.

Michael would definitely be doing this again.

[Main Masterlist]

[slasherstories123]

I don’t know if you’ve done this already but what about hide and go seek with the slasher or if they lay down reader lays down on top of them you can choose which one though! Love your work<3

Slashers reaction to their S/O laying on top of them

Paring: Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, and Brahms Heelshire x GN! Reader

Tagslist: @dootys @callmemeelah @fluffy-little-demon @mehidktbh @slash3rl0v3r @the-anxious-youth @beanbagbitch @mrs-heelshire @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @smenny @oneofvincentscandles @thatoneweirdgirlspage @alexxavicry @vexeliers-breakroom @l0sercat @kissmachetebois @saturn-barnes @naxxsstuff @beel-mcburger @pink-apollo @charliedawn @emychan @faeriefluer @bunnysenpai31 @sadskies

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas was almost done with his chores but he needed a break, he was tired from all the chores he had to do, laying down on the couch just to relax for a bit before having to getting back to work. He didn’t even realize he was drifting off until he felt someone’s weight on his chest. Making his eyes open quickly to see what it was. It was just you.

Your eyes stared at him, having a smile on your face like nothing was wrong.

“Did I startle you?”

He shook his head, wrapping his arms around you as he felt you burry your face in the crook of his neck. The house was empty so neither of you had to worry about anyone walking in on the both of you. This was all he needed, having you in his arms without having to worry about anything else, this was all Thomas needed, a break.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba laid next to you on the bed, you were reading your book, waiting for him to come back. He looked bored which was a surprise since Bubba never gets bored. “What's with that look?” You asked, trying not to laugh at his bored face. He signed “Bored.” His bored face was honestly kinda cute. You closed your book with a smile. “I have an idea.”

He quickly picked his head up towards you. You crawled towards him, then laid on top of him completely. He was surprised but then got happy and wrapped his arms around you with a happy squeal. You giggled at him being happy. He loves it when you lay on top of him, Bubba’s very affectionate.

Not that you mind anyway. You find it cute, not only that, Bubba a nice person to cuddle with anyway.

Brahms Heelshire

It was time to tuck Brahms in to bed, he wondered why you turned all the lights off in the mansion, maybe you were going to bed after this? As you have him a kiss goodnight you stood there for a few seconds. “Y/N?” He spoke in his child voice. Waiting for your next move. What caught him off guard was when you simply crawled on-top of him.

He froze by the sudden movement but warmed up to it pretty quickly, holding you tightly like you’re a stuffed animal. He let out a childlike laugh before putting his masked nose in your hair. It was almost like all your problems went off your shoulders in a matter of seconds.

This wasn’t part of the rules but he isn’t complaining. Now having you here with him without him having to sneak into your room at night.

[zapreportsblog]

❝leave him alone❞

✭ pairing : thomas hewitt x reader

✭ fandom : texas chainsaw massacre

✭ summary : (y/n) and a few friends are backroading through Texas and stop at a gas station for gas where (y/n) sees a young man being bullied, well she isn’t one to stand by

✭ authors note : you may have seen some photos of him unmasked but if you haven’t Thomas doesn’t have a nose, he continuity suffers from a facial disfigurement and a skin disease that eats away most of his nose. Due to this disfigurement, his muteness and mental retardation (carried over from the first series), Hewitt is bullied as a child.

✭ slasher masterlist

As (y/n) and her friends ventured through the Texas countryside, the thrill of backroading filling the air, they eventually pulled into a quiet gas station. The sun was setting, casting a warm and golden hue across the landscape.

As they parked, (y/n) couldn't help but notice a scene that caught her attention. A young man, Thomas Hewitt, sat in the driver's seat of a car, his head down, his demeanor downcast. A group of local teens stood near the car, laughing and taunting him.

A sense of injustice flared within (y/n), and without a second thought, she made her way over to where the teens were harassing Thomas. With a firm tone and an unwavering gaze, she interrupted their cruel taunts. "Hey, cut it out. Leave him alone."

The teens exchanged surprised glances, clearly taken aback by her assertiveness. They begrudgingly backed off and dispersed, their laughter fading into the background. (y/n) turned her attention to Thomas, her expression one of genuine concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice kind and understanding.

Thomas lifted his gaze to meet hers, his expression a mix of surprise and gratitude. Despite his inability to speak due to his mute condition, he appreciated her intervention more than words could express. He nodded, his eyes avoiding direct contact as a blush tinged his cheeks.

(y/n) smiled at him, unperturbed by his appearance. His disfigurement and the skin disease he struggled with didn't faze her; she saw beyond the surface and treated him with the respect and kindness he deserved.

"Don't let their comments get to you," she said gently, her tone reassuring. "You're stronger than that. And honestly, I think you look handsome."

Thomas's blush deepened, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't believe that someone would find him attractive despite his condition. He tried to respond, making noises and using hand gestures to communicate his gratitude, but he found it challenging.

(y/n) smiled warmly, understanding his struggle. "It's okay, no need to say anything. Just know that you're not alone, and there are people out here who see you for who you are."

Thomas's eyes met hers again, a mixture of emotions swirling within them. Gratitude, relief, and a newfound sense of hope blossomed in his heart. He might not be able to speak, but his appreciation for her actions and kind words transcended language.

As (y/n) rejoined her friends, Thomas watched her with a mix of admiration and amazement. Her act of kindness had touched him deeply, and he felt a connection he had never experienced before. And as he drove away from the gas station, he couldn't help but smile, grateful for the unexpected encounter that had brightened his day.

As the car pulled away from the gas station, the sound of the engine and the fading scenery slowly became the backdrop to Thomas's thoughts. He replayed the brief encounter with (y/n) in his mind, a mixture of emotions swirling within him.

A little while later, the door to the gas station opened again, and Thomas's brother entered the car, bringing with him a small bag of snacks. He settled into the driver's seat, casting a curious glance at Thomas.

"So, who was that girl you were talking to?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Thomas turned to his brother, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He gestured and signed with his hands, "She defended me. She told those guys to stop. She said I looked handsome."

His brother chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? Is that so?"

Thomas nodded, his blush deepening as he remembered (y/n)'s words. He had never expected someone to be so kind to him, let alone call him handsome. It was a foreign and exhilarating feeling.

His brother's grin widened, and he gave Thomas a playful nudge with his elbow. "Seems like someone's got a crush."

Thomas playfully swatted at his brother's arm, a small smile breaking through his usually reserved demeanor. He couldn't help but feel a sense of lightness, a departure from the usual challenges he faced due to his condition.

While his brother drove, Thomas continued to think about (y/n), the mysterious and kind stranger who had brightened his day. He replayed her words and the way she had defended him, feeling a warmth spread through his chest.

As the car continued down the road, Thomas couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter might have been more than just a passing moment. He had felt a genuine connection with (y/n), and he couldn't help but wonder if their paths might cross again in the future. And for the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to entertain the possibility of friendship and even something more.

[thatrandomwriter]

Be Right Back

Ghostface Stu Macher x Reader

Warnings: Threat of violence, underage drinking, kissing

Summary: Ghostface follows reader into the basement at Stu’s house party, but reader has an idea about who might be behind the mask

“I don’t know what you did, Sidney, but on behalf of the entire student body we all say thank you!” Stu had swooped in to walk with Sidney, Tatum and I, presenting us with flowers. He winked at me, and I rolled my eyes. He clutched his chest as if this was the most heartless action I could’ve taken. I laughed.

“Drop it, Stu,” Tatum said as Sidney looked down at the ground, but Stu was not put off.

He slid between me and Sidney, slinging an arm around each of our shoulders, “Ya know I say, impromptu party tonight, my house, celebrate this little siesta. What do you say?” I could smell his fresh cologne, feel his warmth next to me.

“Are you serious?” Sidney asked, unconvinced.

“Sounds like fun - might be good to take your mind off things?” I said.

“That’s exactly right,” Stu piggybacked off my reasoning, flashing me a grin. I felt my face heat up slightly, “If Tatum doesn’t invite the entire world, we’ll be fine. Intimate gathering, intimate friends,”

“What do you say, Sid? I mean, pathos could have it’s perks,” If Tatum was on board too, there was no way Sidney was saying no.

“You’ll be totally protected. Yo, I am so buff. I got you covered, girl,” Stu made a show of removing his arms from around us to flex them exaggeratedly.

“With Stu as your bodyguard, no-one is getting anywhere near you,” I said, and Sidney smiled.

“Come on, Sid. For me? It could be fun,” Tatum appealed.

“Okay, whatever,” Sidney caved in.

“Yeah? Cool, you guys bring food, alright?” Stu said, leaving to walk in another direction. I turned to wave goodbye, catching him doing a triumphant air guitar.

“Save that energy for the party,” I called back to him.

“I’ll be at the top of my game, don’t you worry,”

*

I was a few hours and a few drinks into the party. Stu had disappeared a little while ago, and embarrassingly, I was disappointed that he wasn’t around to hang out with anymore. Instead, I was sandwiched between Sidney and Tatum, sunk deep into the squashy sofa, someone’s legs across mine.

“I’m getting some more drinks - anyone want anything?” I asked, feeling more claustrophobic than thirsty. I was met with a general consensus that just about everybody needed another beer “I’ll grab whatever I can carry,”

Tatum removed her arm from my shoulders, and I struggled up from the sofa.

“Thank you!” Tatum grinned up at me.

“Be right back,”

I was still getting used to the size of Stu’s house, managing to open two wrong doors before I came across the basement - dark and steep stepped. I fumbled for the light switch, hand patting down the wall, until finally I felt it and flipped it on, lights flickering into being.

The fridge was impressively stocked - full of as much beer as could be crammed into it, bottles and cans stacked haphazardly, threatening to fall to the floor if I made one wrong move. I wiggled a few free, grabbing bottles by the necks in an attempt to fit more in my hands. It would be a miracle if I made it back to the party without dropping any of them, but one trip down into the spooky basement was enough for me, especially with a killer around; I would not be making a second trip if anyone ended up without a drink.

I reversed with the beers, shutting the fridge with my foot and nearly toppling over, stumbling backwards until I hit a wall. No, not a wall - a person, soft and warm.

“Sorry, guess I’m more tipsy than I thought,” I laughed, turning to see who I had fallen into. A white mask, mouth open in an exaggerated scream stared down at me. A ghostface mask. “Shit, you scared me,” Was this just a tone-deaf joke? Perhaps someone had meant to catch Sidney down here to really freak her out. Or maybe this was the real deal - I fought the urge to laugh. This could not be how I died, fetching beer at a trashy highschool party.

“I’m just gonna-“ I moved to walk around him and back up to the party, but he side-stepped, making me walk into him again. Something about him seemed familiar - his height, the way he stood, his smell … I realised then exactly who it was. I had smelled Stu’s cologne when he had put his arm around me earlier, and I could smell it again, now.

“Stu?” I let out my laugh, relieved. He had a tendency to take jokes too far, this was just an instance of his somewhat unsympathetic sense of humour.

Stu shook his head, mask turning from side to side.

“Come on, I know it’s you. Let’s go have a drink,”

Metal gleamed as Stu revealed a knife from inside one of his long sleeves.

“That’s not funny, Stu,” Was this part of his joke? Would he really take it this far, or was I somehow mistaken about the identity of whoever it was behind the mask?

The person tilted their head to one side, as if he were analysing what I was saying. For a moment, we were at a silent impasse. Then, Ghostface lunged for me with the knife. Beer slid from my arms, shattering on the basement floor, and I made no effort to hold onto it as I ducked. I shoved at the body in front of me to put some distance between us. I was trapped between him and the shut garage door - all I could do was try to evade his attacks. Part of me was still convinced that it was Stu, another knew that surely he was not capable of murder. He stabbed at me again, and this time I gripped onto his arm, but the knife was aimed for my chest. I was weaker than he was, and despite all of my efforts, the knife was still closing in on me. I knew in that moment that I was not going to win this fight, so instead, I turned my attention to the mask. I managed to push his arm to the side, stepping away from it so that he stumbled forward. Before he could recover, I grabbed onto the mask, yanking it away from his head.

“Stu?” The reveal floored me. I had been expecting this, I had known it was him, but still I was shocked. Stu regained his footing, taking advantage of my shock to shove me backwards and into a wall, a real one this time, knife at my throat. I was breathing heavily, from a combination of fighting him, fear, and, ridiculously, what felt like nervousness twitching in my chest at our proximity.

“How’d you know it was me, huh?” He pushed the knife further into my skin for a second, punctuating the question.

If it was anyone else, I probably would not have figured it out, “I just … recognised you,”

“You did? Well, I have to say, I’m very flattered - what are you, a stalker?” Stu was teasing me, laughing at me, with a knife to my neck. He stepped forward, even closer to me than before, almost touching me. I could still feel my chest rising and falling heavily.

“You’re flattered?” Part of me thought that maybe playing into this attraction could keep me alive, even just long enough for someone to notice that I had been gone too long from the party. Another part was shamefully intrigued as to where this was leading.

“Of course I am - don’t you think I’ve noticed you too?” he leaned in to whisper in my ear, “Who would’ve thought a knife was the way to get your attention?”

When he pulled back, I couldn’t help but glance down at his lips, how close they were to mine. As soon as my eyes were back on his, I knew that he had noticed. My face grew hot, but something shifted in his expression, becoming less playful and more serious as he surged forwards to kiss me. I tilted my head up towards him, my eyes shutting as his lips moved against mine, fast and hungry and full of desperation. I was pressed between him and the wall, the coldness behind me a stark contrast to the warmth in front. One of his hands found my neck, replacing the knife, thumb grazing my throat in a gentle caress meant to remind me that I was still entirely at his mercy. The feeling made me groan slightly. His teeth nipped roughly at my lower lip, hard enough to sting. I parted my lips for him, and he delighted in sliding his tongue into my mouth, leaving me somehow even more breathless than before.

His hands were on my hips, “Jump up,” Stu broke away from me only for a second, as I jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist. He used the wall to hold me up, one hand snaking back up to my neck, the other resting on my hip, fingers grazing the skin just beneath my top. He used the hand on my neck to pull my head to the side, kissing down my jaw until he reached skin soft enough to leave a hickey. Stu bit at my neck, sucking soft skin between his teeth, making me wince slightly which only encouraged him. When he was finally satisfied, he looked up at me, grinning, “You’re my masterpiece,”

The doorknob jiggled, before a knock on the door made him turn away. “You alright in there? I came to see if you needed help carrying the drinks,” Sidney’s voice sounded down into to basement.

I looked to Stu. Now would be the time for me to scream for help, “All good, I think the door locks when you shut it too hard sometimes,” I said. She would never make it through the locked door in time to save me, I told myself. But Stu was kissing my neck, nuzzling into me, and I knew the real reason.

“If you say so,” Sidney said.

“Yep, I’ll be up in a minute,” I struggled to keep my voice steady, but my reply seemed to satisfy Sidney, as there was no other sound from upstairs.

“How do you know you’ll be back?” Stu asked, finally removing himself from my neck to look into my eyes.

“I don’t, but I thought you’d want me to get rid of her,”

A smile widened across his face at my compliance, and his thumb caressed my throat once again, “Aren’t you clever?”

“Will I be back?” I asked; he was carefully evading answering his own question.

“I haven’t quite decided yet,” his hand had strayed to the knife which had been resting on top of a chest freezer, “But I’m sure you can figure out a way to make keeping you alive worth my trouble,”

[aalyssah]

Everything Wrong, But One Thing Right

Pairing: Brahms Heelshire x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,145

Summary: When you get sick Brahms tries to take care of you, but it doesn't go as planned.

A/N: Just a short oneshot of Brahms taking care of you when your sick. Hope You Enjoy!

You woke up with a groan. Your head was pounding, your nose was stuffed, and your throat hurt like hell.

You rolled over, hitting the alarm clock on the nightstand. When you slug your feet over the edge, you begin feeling lightheaded. Instantly, you laid back, not wanting to pass out.

You then tried again, sitting up too fast, you slipped on a slipper that was on the floor. Your body hit the floor with a loud thud and a grunt coming from your mouth. "Ow!"

The door practically busted down when Brahms walked through, going to your side. He looked down at you, head tilted to the side. "I'm okay, I'm okay." You used the bed to help you up. "God, is it hot in here? I'm hot." You began fanning yourself with your hands.

That's when it clicked for Brahms. You were sick. He scooped you up in his arms and brought you to the bathroom. "Brahms? Brahms, what are you doing?" Brahms ignored your question, setting you on the counter.

"Bath." You shook your head. "No Brahms, it's okay. I can bathe myself." You got off the counter and went downstairs to the kitchen. Brahms still turned the water on, and went to go fish you.

You just entered the kitchen when Brahms grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder. "Brahms Heelshire, put me down right now!" Brahms smiled under his mask, walking up the steps back to your bathroom. He made it to the bathtub and without any thought he placed you in.

Your eyes grew wide as you felt the scalding hot water touch your body. "Brahms, what the fuck!" You quickly scrambled to get out of the tub, but Brahms only held you down. "Wash." He grabbed a loofah and soap and tried washing you.

"Brahms stop, let me out!" Brahms eventually stepped to the side, allowing you to escape. You crawled out, breathing heavily. You felt even more hot than before, but goosebumps were still on your body. "Are you trying to kill me?" Confusion crossed through Brahms mind.

He was only trying to give you a bath. "First, that water is way too hot for anyone to wash in and second, you're supposed to be naked when washing, not fully clothed!" You let out a sigh, standing up. "Get out and let me wash, then I'll cook breakfast."

Brahms walked out the room, watching as you closed the door. He could hear you muttering things under your breath. Just then, his stomach growled loudly, indicating he was hungry. A lightbulb was hovering over his head as he thought of another way to help you.

He was gonna make breakfast! He went to the kitchen and picked out pancake mix and eggs. He did the easy part, mixing the pancake mix, but when he got to actually cooking it, it was hectic.

First, he didn't put any oil in the pan, causing the batter to stick to the pan, when he flipped the pancakes they were barely cooked, and you could still see some of the powder on the outside. He moved onto the eggs, skipping the butter.

The eggs stuck to the pan, yellow and brown being shown. The smoke was heavy around the house, filling it until it was foggy. When you got out the shower and opened the door you smelled something burning.

Your eyes grew wide as you wrapped a towel around you and ran downstairs only to see Brahms cooking. "Brahms, what are you doing?!" You were quickly at his side, turning off the stove and taking the pan off the stove. Brahms stood there dumbfounded, wondering why you were yelling.

"What's wrong with you? Why would you cook eggs without butter?" Then the 'pancakes' on the plate caught your eye. "And look at this. Are these pancakes?" Brahms nodded his head. "But they're not even cooked all the way. A pancake shouldn't be this white, nor should you see powder on the outside!"

You pulled the pancake apart, revealing the white runny mix falling out. You almost gagged at the thought of someone eating it. Brahms reached his hand out and picked a piece off before eating it. "Ew don't eat that!" You slapped his hand multiple times, earning a whine from him.

"Look, just go sit down in the living room and don't do anything, but watch TV." You gave him a stern look as you finished the sentence. You went back upstairs with a sigh. How are you gonna get through the rest of the day?

-

By the time lunch passed by Brahms luckily didn't do anything, but a headache was starting to form. Your hands massaged your temple slowly as you closed your eyes. "Brahms, can you do me a favor?" Brahms perked up fast, giving you all his attention.

"Can you go to the bathroom, open the medicine cabinet, and hand me 2 Ibuprofen pills?" Brahms shot up off the couch, going upstairs. "It's a white bottle and has red pills!" You didn't know if Brahms heard you, but he was up there.

Brahms looked through the cabinet at all the pills. Did you say red bottle and green pills? Brahms wasn't so sure, but he picked up the Nyquil and grabbed two pills. He came rushing down the stairs with a smile on his face, finally he could do something right.

He held his hand out with the two pills. The pills made confusion cross over your face. You don't remember Ibuprofen pills looking like this. "Brahms, are you sure these are the Ibuprofen pills?" Brahms nodded his head eagerly, pushing his hand to your mouth.

"Let me go check." You traveled out the steps back to the bathroom and as you looked through the medicine cabinet, you realized what pills they were. "Really Brahms, Nyquil? Are you trying to make me go to sleep for days?" You grumbled, putting the pills back in its spot. You grabbed the Ibuprofen and popped two pills in your mouth.

-

It was now turning dark outside and sleep was taking over your body. You could feel yourself drooping on the couch, and the sound of the TV getting muffled. Brahms took notice and scooped you up in his arms.

He carried you bridal style upstairs to your bedroom. Your eyes opened just in time to see Brahms placing you gently on the bed and tucking you under the covers.

He was debating if he should give you a kiss, but he did anyways, leaning down and kissing you on your cheek.

He slowly walked to the door, not wanting to leave. "Brahms, come lay down with me." You didn't have to tell him twice. Brahms went to your bed, wrapping his arms around you, cuddling you into his chest.

He might've done everything wrong, but he did one thing right.

[vikkirosko]

🧢 Bo Sinclair x Reader Oneshot Beauregard 🧰

Bo had just come home where your whole little family lived when he heard you giggling. When he looked into the kitchen, he saw you and Lester. His brother came home earlier and you were clearly chatting sweetly about something. When you noticed your boyfriend, the smile on your face became even wider, as if he was the cause of your laughter.

"You seem to be having a really good time here"

"Lester was just telling me about the times when you were kids"

You and Lester giggled again. Bo raised an eyebrow, not understanding what exactly his brother could have said that made you so amused, but neither you nor Lester were in a hurry to tell him about it. You got up from the table and approached Bo with a smile.

"Sit down at the table, there will be dinner soon, and I'll go get Vincent"

"Of course, baby"

You kissed him on the cheek and headed to the museum, knowing that Vincent was there.

"Baby! When you go back, grab a beer from the refrigerator in my auto repair shop!"

"Of course, Beauregard!"

You ran away laughing, and Bo froze. It took him a few seconds to realize exactly what his brother had told you.

"Lester, come here..."

Bo heard his brother quickly running out of the kitchen, laughing and not wanting to listen to his displeasure. He just sighed heavily at this, realizing that sooner or later you would have found out his full name. He was waiting for you to come back with Vincent, knowing that his full name wasn't the reason he had to worry.

[spookychick78]

Ghostface One Shot

Warnings: SMUT 18+, choking, lottts of knife play, language, rough sex

Word Count: 3,366

Work was such a drag, you were more than happy to be in for the night. You closed the door to your bedroom and threw your bag into the corner. You sat down at the edge of the bed and ran your hands through your hair with a sigh. A breeze blew into the room and you turned to see the curtains dancing in the wind. You were glad you'd left your window open, it at least ensured the room stayed cool. You began to lie down, but just before your head met the pillow, your phone rang.

"God, what now?" You mumbled to yourself as you sat back up to dig through your bag.

You fingers finally found it and you quickly lifted it to see it was an unknown caller. You rolled your eyes and pressed decline. Just before you set it back down, it rang again. The same words appeared on the screen and you narrowed your eyes. Telemarketers didn't usually call twice. You decided to take a chance and answer it, expecting some collect caller on the other end.

"Hello?" You said, annoyed.

"Why'd you hang up?" A man's voice responded in an almost playful tone.

The casual question he asked threw you off. You pulled the phone back and double checked the screen to see if you'd mistakenly read it wrong, but no. It was definitely an unknown number.

"Hello?" You heard the man say in that same playful tone.

You hesitantly put the phone back up to your ear, "Who is this?"

"A friend," the man said.

"I'm sorry, I don't know your number, do I know you?"

"Really? I know yours," he said coolly, "what's your name?"

"(Y/n)," you answered against your better judgment, "what's yours?"

"(Y/n)," he repeated slowly, "pretty name for a pretty girl. I like it."

You furrowed your brow in confusion, "So you do know me?"

"No," he said with a laugh, "but I'd like to."

You stood up and began to pace the room, "You've got a funny way of introducing yourself."

"I'm a funny guy," he said almost sinisterly.

You glanced out your window half expecting to see whoever this was standing out there, but your yard was empty. You knew you should have hung up the phone by now, but you were a sucker for a little mystery.

"Do you want to play a game, (y/n)?"

It was like he knew.

"I feel like my answer should be no, but," you trailed off as you considered just how bad of an idea this would turn out to be, "I can't say I'm not tempted to say yes."

"Maybe it should be, but life is more fun when there's a little risk involved, right?"

You laughed, but hesitated to answer his original question.

"Let me make this easier for you," he said in that sinister tone again, "you're going to play a game with me, (Y/n)."

"Alright," you said defiantly, "let's play."

"Smart girl," he said with laugh, "first question. Do you scare easy?"

"No," you said flatly.

You went to close your window. At this point you were certain this was a bad idea, yet you still wanted to play. Desperate for some distraction from the monotony of day to day life. Stupid, is what you were being, but you just kept playing along.

"Are you scared right now?" He asked.

"Should I be?"

"Maybe," he said quietly, "next question, or rather, next task. I want you to look under your bed."

"Is this some kind of Halloween prank?" You said abruptly.

He started to laugh, "What do you think?"

"I think I'm gonna hang up now," you said, mocking his strange voice.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said, more serious than before, "now look under your bed."

Your eyes wandered towards the floor and over to the darkness hiding behind the part of your duvet that hung over the side of the bed. You slowly walked over to it and lifted it up.

"Do it," he said, the grin on his face was almost audible, "get on your knees."

Now you knew he was watching you, he had to be. You slowly did as he asked and peered into the darkness. You braced yourself, half frightened you might find him underneath, but as your eyes adjusted you found there was nothing there. You couldn't believe you were thinking it, but you were almost a little disappointed. Boredom had really taken its toll on you, you thought to yourself. Here you were finding entertainment in this stranger's most definitely threatening game.

"There's nothing under here," you chimed into the phone.

"You're right. That would be too obvious, wouldn't it? Check your closet," he commanded.

"Isn't that even more obvious? Come on, you sound more creative than that," you teased as you glided over to the closet to find it too was empty.

"You think so?" He asked in a more amused tone, "look out your window."

"I did, but you already knew that," you said as you moved towards the window like he asked.

"Now you're catching on. What do you see?"

Your eyes moved back and forth, scanning the shadows with care, "I don't see anything."

"Look closer," he whispered.

You moved in towards the glass and strained your eyes further. The yard was empty as could be, but something caught your gaze and it wasn't outside. You felt your heart rate pick up when you noticed the face looking back at you in the reflection. Two black eyes, an open mouth on a pale white mask, and a black hood that covered his entire body. It was faint, but there was no way your mind was playing tricks on you. He was right behind you. Ghostface was right behind you.

"Are you scared now?" He asked in your ear.

You looked right back at him through the reflection and lied through your teeth, "No."

You noticed the gleam of a blade and watched him rest it on your shoulder. He let it drag down your arm, pulling on the slim strap of your tank top as it moved. He was careful not to draw blood. Yet.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" He whispered as he tilted his head to the side.

"Never," you replied quickly and quietly, "you're the one all over the news, you're Ghostface."

"See, you do know me," he teased as he continued to drag the knife up and down your arm.

"Are you going to kill me?" You asked as calmly as you could manage.

"I was," he replied with a sigh as he played with that strap again, "but you did so well during our first game. So obedient."

You were silent as you watched him contemplate with that knife. You knew he could clearly hear how shaky your breath was. Life may have been boring, but you weren't ready to die.

"Do you think we should play another? Something a little," he quickly turned the knife upwards and cut through your tank top's strap, "different."

You tried your hardest to stop that gasp from escaping your mouth, but it couldn't be helped. He began to play with the strap on your other shoulder, still slow as ever but he was pressing a little firmer with the blade, tempted to draw just a bit of blood.

"Does this game end with me breathing?" You asked as the cold metal began to raise goosebumps on your skin.

"That depends on how well you play," he whispered in your ear.

You hated that the way he said it made you almost excited to find out what exactly this game would be. Though, you had a good idea of what to expect, at least for the most part. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on your part. You were beginning to wonder just how sick you were upstairs. You wanted to play and he could tell. There was something about the way he spoke, the sound of his voice and the mystery of it all. You watched his head tilt from one side to the other in the reflection. The idea of being so damn good in bed that even Ghostface  himself wouldn't want to kill you somehow made this even more exciting. You knew you should have been scared, terrified and probably running, but you were up for the challenge.

"So what do you say?" He asked as he began to pull that other strap up with the knife, "Wanna take one more risk, (Y/n)?"

"Let's play."

As soon as the words left your mouth he cut it, "I was hoping you'd say that," he said before he grabbed the back of your top and sliced it open down the middle.

It fell away, revealing your black bra to him which he acknowledged with a devilish laugh. He rolled the remains of your tank top up and quickly grabbed your hands to bind them behind you. Once he was sure they were tight enough he turned you around to face him. He took his knife and placed it on your lips. He used the flat end to pull your bottom lip down, leaving your mouth open for him to admire. He then dragged it down your chin, neck, down to your chest and to the front of your bra. He traced your breasts, circling each of them with the sharper side of his knife now, taunting you. You knew he liked your obedience before, but you were tempted to try something different.

"Are you just gonna stare at me all night," you said as you watched the knife over your nose, "or are you gonna do something?"

The knife stopped moving and he cocked his head at you. A gloved hand flew up to your throat and he wrapped it around you in a painfully tight grip. You winced, but you couldn't say you didn't enjoy the display of dominance.

"You wanna be a brat now, huh?" He said before he leaned his masked face into yours until your nose almost touched, "I'll do what I want, when I want, for however long I want. Understood?"

"Then what do you want?" You choked out as your eyes wandered through those dark black holes to just barely catch a glimpse of his own.

He let out a low chuckle before he moved in close to your ear, you felt him cut your bra open, "I wanna make you scream."

Before you even had a chance to think of a response, he turned you both and threw you onto the bed. You tried to use your bound hands to push yourself up when you felt him grab at your shorts. He struggled to undo the buttons and ended up using his knife to snap them.

"You won't be needing these," he said as he pulled them off of you to admire the lace of your panties, "or these."

He grabbed each of your legs and swiftly dragged you to the edge of the bed. Your head hit the mattress and your breath hitched when you felt that knife on your bare inner thigh. It's cold touch made you squirm, but he was quick to stop you. He didn't want you going anywhere.

"No moving," he said as his free hand forced your thigh back so he could tease you further, "not until I say so."

He let it wander further this time, exploring up from the inside of your knee all the way back to his original spot. Then he moved it more inward. Part of you was terrified of what exactly he was planning to do with that knife, the other desperately needed touch. With all of you exposed to him, the tip of his knife dragging dangerously close to the most sensitive part of you, your body was both itching to be pleased and trembling with fear of the unknown. Suddenly, you no longer felt the knife. You stared up at the ceiling, so tempted to push yourself up to see what he was doing, but you did your best to resist the urge. Then you felt breath between your thighs. He must have taken his mask off. His mouth was so close to touching you, but other than a quick brush, he gave you nothing. You squirmed again in an attempt to find him where you needed him and felt both of his hands fall heavy on your hips, holding you down harder. You whined in response and he let out a laugh, which only worsened your state. You could practically feel the vibration of his voice where you wanted him most.

"You're only making this worse for yourself," he said in a self satisfied tone, he loved what he was doing to you, "you want it that bad? Beg for it."

"And if I don't?"

"It's your life at stake, isn't it? I suggest you do as I say and tell me just how badly you want me to taste you," he said, his lips just barely brushing against the top part of your inner thigh as he spoke.

"So badly," you breathed.

You felt him nip at your skin, "No, no. Say it."

"I want you to taste me."

"I said beg," he said through gritted teeth.

He bit down again and a moan escaped your lips, "Please, I want you to, I need you to taste me," you cried.

"Louder."

"I'm begging you, please," you said louder, you thought you sounded so pathetic with how desperate you were at this point.

"I want your fucking neighbors to hear you," he spat up at you.

"God, just please fuck me already, I want you to fuck me," you screamed.

"Good girl," he said as he pulled your hips forward.

When his tongue finally met your sweet spot, your neck arched back, "Yes," you breathed.

God, you had never wanted anything so bad. The feeling of his tongue exploring you so gently, steadily adding more pressure with each flick was heaven. He was good, more than good. It was as if he knew exactly how to work you, every little thing he did was exactly what you needed him to do. Not one wrong move was made. You were already unraveling under his touch. No one had ever teased you like that before, your body was begging for release before he had even touched you, just as he had planned. You started to tense when you felt the vibration of the groan that escaped him against you. That, mingled with the pressure of his tongue, made you let out an almost pathetic whine. He could tell he had you on the brink.

"Not yet," he ordered, "not until I'm inside you."

But you were already right there. It was beyond your control, but he knew that. You felt his fingers dig into your hips as he grew frustrated at you're inability to hold off any longer. Just before you could get the release you were aching for, he pulled away. Before you could complain, you felt his hands grip your waist and flip you over. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back, forcing you on your knees. You started to turn your head to look back at him, you just knew he didn't have the mask on anymore, he had taken it off while he was between your legs and you wanted to see his face. Just before you could catch a glimpse, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your head back as he thrusted into you. You cried out and squeezed your eyes shut as he went as deep as he could go, making you burn with pleasure.

"Now you can cum," he said through gritted teeth as he began his brutal pace.

With or without his permission, you were going to. Your body was doing all the begging for you now. You pushed back against him to meet his thrusts, and before long you felt that knot that had begun to form when his tongue was in you start to snap. He could tell he was hitting the right spot and a self satisfied smirk formed on his face. He tightened his grip on your hair and went harder until he felt you clench around him.

He pulled your head up more so he could whisper in your ear, "Now scream for me."

You did just as he asked as your climax hit you harder than any other you'd had before. He watched your fists clench in their binds, desperate for something to hold onto as he fucked you through your orgasm. He took his other hand and brought it to his mouth so he could rip his glove off, then he pulled you up further so he could use his fingers to play with you. Your body writhed as he worked you for yet another orgasm. The overstimulation only made you louder, which earned another sinister laugh from him.

"You're such a fucking mess for me, aren't you?" He said as he moved his fingers faster, drove himself into you harder.

You were and you were about to find further release. He felt you tighten around him again and this time, it was going to send him over the edge with you. His breath became uneven in your ear and he let go of your hair to force your hips harder against his own. You heard him muttering a slew of curses in a breathy voice as his thrusts became sloppier, more desperate. He let out a few whines of his own, but god were they amazing to hear. They drew you closer to that second orgasm you were chasing and when you finally found it you felt him find his own inside you. His head fell back as he rode through it. Then he stopped, breathing heavily over you. Your head was spinning and you barely even noticed him grab the knife that was lying beside you. He quickly cut the bind on your hands and your arms fell limp at your sides. He laughed at your annihilated state before he pulled out of you. You felt his hand reach around to lift you up by your throat. He pressed your back against his chest and turned your head with his gloved hand so he could place a firm kiss to your lips. You would have returned it better than you did, but after being fucked silly, you barely had any energy left to give him. He let go and you fell forward, thankfully your hands found the mattress before your face did. You pushed yourself up and looked over at him. His mask was still off and your jaw dropped. You did know him, you'd never spoken to him, but you definitely knew who he was.

"Stu?" You asked, dumbfounded.

He flashed that funny smile of his at you as he admired the shock on your face, then he mocked you with a shocked look of his own, "(Y/n)?"

"You- but I, you're- you're Ghostface?" You asked confused.

"Surprise," he said as he put his other glove back on.

You furrowed your brow, "But, why-"

"Come on. I've been trying to get your attention for weeks. Nothing seemed to be working, but this," he said cockily, "this definitely worked."

You felt your face heat up as he lifted the mask up to his face, "Didn't it?"

Oh, it definitely worked.

"So you're not gonna kill me?" You asked as you watched him lift your window open.

"After that? Are you kidding me?" He said with an astonished laugh, "No way."

He watched you smirk in response. He flashed that smile one more time before he threw his mask back on. He started to climb out the window, but turned back to you.

"So," he said through the voice modulator, "I'll call you?"

[nothomegal]

"Safe and sound"

(Pyramid Head x GN Reader)

Summary: after being caught and claimed by the executioner, Silent Hill became a rather tranquil for you. However, a one particular entity, or rather entities, of this town kept bugging you anyways... Pun no intended.

Warning: mention of bugs and/or insects crawl on (Y/N)(?)

World count: 1.2k (kinda short ik hshalsdha)

(sorry if this is freaky, but I literaly dreamed about something similar and I just had to write it down hahdajkdha)

Waking up in this place is a bittersweet experience, on one hand, it's nice to wake up with some extra energy to tolerate the surrounding nonsense, but on the other one, it hurts and sucks to realize that one is still trapped in this hellhole. And today, (Y/N) woke up with the negative thought, but the sight of the broad muscular chest of their lover made their 'morning' a bit better, and also more flustering.

The shift from sleepy and grumpy to shy and akward seemed to amuse the beast, as he let out an low rumble, which resembled a purr.

—"Y-Yeah yeah... Good morning to you too."— you say a bit shy, looking away and gripping his clothes.

Though they don't look away for too long, because soon a large hand grabs their jaw and moves their head just enough for Pyra to see their face. Oh how much he adored that flustered and innocent expression of theirs, a great contrast from the faces of pain and horror he've seen on his daily basis before meeting (and then pursuing) (Y/N).

The mentioned person simply stares back at his massive metal helmet, slowly and involuntarily melting into his warm touch.

—"Do you really like to stare at my face so much?"—

As an answer, Pyra gives them a little squeeze on their cheeks and let out another low amused purr when (Y/N) tries to pull away.

—"He-Hey! Nyo, shtop!"—

Pyra messes with them for a bit longer, clearly enjoying to see them getting upset as they speak funny. This little playfight ends up with the beast wrapping his arms around his little human and pulling them back against his torso, letting them know that he's not ready to let them go, not just yet.

(Y/N) simply sighs and accepts their fate, this is still better than having their face licked and end up with saliva all over it. They start to get comfortable but...

—"Ah...- Aah-!"— you yelp suddenly as your body shivers violently.

Pyra instantly let go of them, allowing (Y/N) to sit up and put their hand underneath their shirt to then pull it out, holding...

A creeper.

That goddamn stupid roach-

—"AGH! For fuck's sake!"— you exclaim as you throw the insect against a wall.

Call this animal cruelty or whatever, but when these little shits keep crawling under your clothes and shirt every damn time you lay down and doze off for a moment, one kinda becomes annoyed with it. And feel their insect limbs and scaly body cling and brush against your soft skin or make the low hissing noises whenever you try to pull them away is straight up disgusting! Ew!

(Y/N) then lift their shirt, to make sure they spot any sneaky ones, and of course there is another one because life sucks. Yet this one resulted to be more stubborn.

—"Ugh, just get off! Is there really no other creature whose warmth you could leach on?!"— you grumble angrily as you try to shake the insect away, yet it kept clinging to your sleeve tightly.

Thankfully their struggles didn't last long, a single growl from the massive beast was enough to set the little roach-like thing into flee, quickly crawling away from them and disappearing into a random crack on the wall.

After a second check and coming out clean, (Y/N) let out a relieved sigh as they fix their clothes a bit.

—"Thanks... Sorry for the yelling, but I'm just tired of waking up with these little shits on me."— you admit tiredly. —"I mean, I'm no snowflake and definetely can handle them crawling on me, but when they go under my shirt..."— you instinctively shiver after mentioning that.

Pyra does nothing at first, not even a movement or a sound. (Y/N) knows that sometimes he goes into this stiff position, and it never fails to kinda freak them out because it's impossible to tell if he's thinking or holding back his anger.

He eventually moves, which caused them to flinch a bit because it was way too sudden. Pyra then began to slowly uncover his torso by opening the upper part of his vest while (Y/N) simply stares at him with a confused and kinda concerned expression, oh god don't tell his possesion over them made him feel lustful again-.

Luckly, Pyra seems not interested in any heated activities (for now). He remains completely still again with his vest opened, revealing his torso all the way down to his toned and scarred abdomen as he 'stares' back at (Y/N), like expecting them to do something.

They remain quiet and hesitant, eyes flickering between his torso and his helmet until it finally clicks.

—"Hold up... You want me to get in there?"— you raise your brow.

A metallic clank resonated from Pyra as he tilts his helmet slightly, movement resembling a nod. (Y/N) blinks a couple of times before doing as told, they're not sure what Pyra's plan is but they won't question it, and if he wanted to take them he'd ripped off their clothes a while ago-.

They slowly slide inside of his vest, their body getting a little spine chill at the sudden warmth of the beast's bare skin, it feels even warmer when exposed. They settle down, their head resting on his chest and their body slightly curled in a ball. The monster then closes his vest, wrapping the clothes around (Y/N) and keeping it closed with his arms wrapped around their smaller form.

Do you know how an owner sometimes let their cat hand out inside of their shirt? Well this is basically the same, but instead of the owner and a cat, it's a giant piramid headed beast and his little lovely human (Y/N).

Despite how weird of an idea it may seem, this is incredibly comfortable and cozy, (Y/N) just can't help but to nuzzle into Pyra's chest as they let out a content hum.

—"Not gonna lie, that's a very clever idea."— you momentarily stop nuzzling, then give a small kiss on one of his pecs before comfortably settling in place again. —"Thank you, really."—

A pleased rumble resonated from Pyra's helmet, making his chest and (Y/N) vibrate a bit. They slowly start to doze off again, and the little gentle nuzzling from the beast against their back isn't making their task to stay awake any easier. The sound of his breathing also resulted incredibly soothing, the way his chest raise and fall with each large breath he takes only lulls them further into sleep.

They feel one large hand slide up and rest in the back of their head, pressing them further against him in a protective manner. They involuntarely smile, childishly grin at the though of them being the only living thing to ever witness and experience this side of the fearsome executioner, who will do anything to keep other creatures away from them, him being the one and only allowed to be this close to (Y/N).

A sane mind would tell that such obsession and posessiveness is absolutely awful, but who said (Y/N) is sane? They lost it the moment they accepted to be taken away by the monster, or maybe they never even had any sanity in the first place! Who knows? Who cares? They surely not, not when they can enjoy being in the beast's arms, bathing in his warmth, listening his heartbeat...

Being kept truly safe and sound.

[slashv1xen]

Hiii! I have an idea in my mind, but you don't have to write about it!!!

Maybe Otis brings home a person he liked (not a victim, they met somewhere else) and waiting for them to realise about his deeds and THEN he can kill them because of their reaction. But the person is like "Oh, cool" and continues talking to Firefly family carelessly. What would be his reaction?

ooh this one got me thinking 💭

i reckon otis would be stunned, and have a blank expression on his face as he thinks why this person isn’t scared senseless. ‘what? how they ain’t scared?’

but if otis is interested in u he would probably have a smirk on his face and probably keep u around (ur also now baby’s best friend, good job!), but if not he’ll most likely kill u out of spite.

the two of u probably met in either a bar (this man is a heavy drinker), captain spaulding’s gas station or at red hot pussy liquor (he’s incredibly sleazy what can i say).

one shot 💗

“okay, enough!” you announced as you put the shot glass down, gasping from the taste of the strong vodka. the man beside you, who introduced himself as otis just laughed and took a swig straight from the bottle (much to the bartenders protests).

“what’s wrong honey, i thought you could handle this, hm?” he teased, chuckling at your annoyed expression. “not more than 8 fuckin’ shots!” you snap, in disbelief as he looked at you, amused.

“how about you come home with me, i ain’t so drunk i can’t give you a ride liar and my mama can fix ya somethin’ real nice. least i can do, especially after you paying.” you rolled your eyes at his offer, but a small smile on your face was present.

“fine, you’re right. least you can do after giving me damn alcohol poisoning,” you say, to which otis laughs and says that you’re being dramatic.

after 20 minutes otis pulls up into what looked like an abandoned farm house. if you didn’t know you’d think the house was derelict. the door happened to be unlocked, to which otis let out a grumble and pushed it open, the two of you stepping inside.

the house was a mess, to say the least. you stepped over the empty glass bottle and year-old newspapers and sat on the couch, smoothing over your pants. otis said that he’ll be back in a second, and for you to just “hang tight cutie pie”, smiling as you laughed.

after what seemed like a few minutes two women came down the stairs. a younger one, about your age, and an older one who looked about 55. they both sat down next to you and introduced themselves as “mama firefly but just call me mama” and “baby”.

you were chatting with baby about movies while mama was making you a “special meal”, when otis pulled you aside, a devilish grin on his face.

“well, i figured now would be a good time to tell you…” he started, purposely being slow to create tension (to be an asshole)

“yeah? what did you need?” you reply, looking back at baby who waved to you, and you waved back. otis sighed, that grin still present.

“i tell this to everyone that comes here, and well, none of ‘em have made it out…” you were confused, why was this man talking in riddles? “i’m gonna kill you.” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath on the nape of your neck.

“shit, really?” you ask, no emotion in your voice. he nods, waiting for your reaction. “okay, just make it quick then.” you shrugged and walked back to the couch with baby, chatting again as if nothing happened.

otis however, was dumbfounded. he just said he would kill you, and you didn’t care? how? he was so confused, he can’t even think straight. hell, he can’t even think at all. the smirk slowly returned to his face as he thought of his next move.

‘maybe we could have a future together…’

hi hi, this was so much fun to write! in my eyes, this is so in character and i can totally imagine something like this happening in one of the movies. please never shy away from requests, i’m happy to do anything (that is SFW ofc). have a good day and i hope you enjoyed!

[cherryskyies]

hello! could I request some Thomas Hewitt × fem!reader headcanons, on how he'd manage living with a s/o who's really sensitive to the heat? as in she's had a hard time living with him since she can't wear too much clothing (cause it's hot), nor too little (cause of his family), is constantly moving from task to task so she doesn't feel it as much, tries to spend as much time as she can down in the basement with him since it's cooler, etc.

I don't really know where I'm going with this since I always manage to get the most hyperspecific scenarios in, but it's sort of a domestic intimacy fluff + a dash of smut setting? please do ignore if it's weird though lol

have a great day! :))

Thomas Hewitt w a heat prone s/o

i haven’t proof read this yet im at work so hopefully it’s decent 🫶🫶

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Thomas would worry, keeping you away from outside work as much as he can. He knows the Texas heat can be deadly, especially if you’re not used to it like he is. 

He’d clear out a room in the basement so you could stay with him away from the heat and not have to witness him “prep” dinner. He might even move his room down there, the lack of windows makes for a cooler environment than his upstairs bedroom. 

Thomas would collect clothing from his victims and attempt to sew modest but thin outfits to give you selection when your limited options are being scrubbed. 

Luda May is very understanding as well, often leaving the easier house chores for you to do so you can be comfortable while still being of use to the family and on the rare occasion you are outside, she has plenty of ice cold tea ready for when you are done and Thomas is right beside you helping speed it along. 

He is always checking on you, feeling your forehead and having Luda May check you over to be sure.

At night when it is just you and Thomas, you strip down to your undergarments to prevent overheating in your sleep. Thomas is especially nervous when you do this, asking permission to touch you anywhere and having a difficult time keeping his hands in one place — he needs to feel all of you. 

If he does all the work and you lay pretty would it still be too hot? The answer is yes, but you’d never tell him that.