#child's play x reader

[loveandmurders]

Hello, neighbour (gn!reader x Tiffany Valentine headcanons)

Based on this request :  “ could I request gender neutral!reader x tiffany valentine headcanons about her kinda being obsessive and madly in love with reader whose her neighbor at the trailer park, but reader is completely oblivious to her attempts”

Hope you’ll enjoy <3

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of sexual desire/activites but nothing explicit, one or two strong words, mentions of Tiff's killing activities, mentions of kidnapping and tying reader up.

When Tiffany first saw you settling at the trailer park, she couldn’t deny that she was very interested and curious about you.

She was sunbathing, with her sunglasses on and a glass of lemonade in one hand while lazily reading a magazine.

She was quite bored, so she quickly enjoyed having something new to observe.

She stopped reading and watched you over her glasses, sipping at her drink, like a cat watching a new toy arriving.

You felt her eyes on you so you turned around and greeted her.

“Hey, I’m your new neighbour it seems!” you said as you extended your hand toward her before introducing yourself.

She was quick to answer the gesture and she offered you her most delicious and charming smile.

“Hello, sweet pie. It’s a pleasure to see someone new there. Gonna stay here for a while I hope?” she asked and her smile only widened when you nodded.

“Well yeah, until I find better of course” you hummed

“Can I help you with anything?” she offered as she got up, showing off her beautiful body and quickly invading your personal space.

You watched her and blushed a little before nodding.

You were quite glad to make a new friend so quickly here, because you had been a little bit worried about being left on your own. You wouldn’t have been able to stand it, you needed to socialise.

It wasn’t the best time of your existence so the thought that you could befriend your pretty neighbour right away was definitively lifting up your spirits as well.

You spent the day with her and you really enjoyed yourself.

She seemed to also enjoy your company because she insisted for the two of you to eat at her place.

You had to admit that it was almost looking like a date, with the little table, the comfy atmosphere and the candles lit up all around you.

But you just thought it was Tiffany’s aesthetic and you didn’t think much of it.

After the food, she asked you if you wanted to lay down on the bed with her. You missed her wink as you looked toward her "bedroom area".

“I really should go rest in my own bed, it’s been quite a long day already” you politely declined

She pouted at you and you could tell that she was very disappointed to see you go “so soon”. You apologised and promised to spend more time with her the next day, but for the moment you were really tired.

She tried to convince you a little longer to stay but you finally went to your own place.

Once you were gone, Tiffany started to grumble to herself about you being too perfect for her own good, and about how she should tie you up to her bedframe so you wouldn’t be able to leave so easily.

She didn’t sleep a lot that night. She was imagining all the delicious things she could do to you. Not just sexual, even if it was a great part of it. She daydreamed about a little domestic life with you. It looked so perfect in her mind, that she couldn’t wait for her fantasy to come true.

She used to be obsessed with Charles. But the obsession blossoming inside her was way more powerful.

She wanted you. She wanted you to be hers and all hers.

She wanted to have you by her side every second of her existence.

When she saw you leaving the trailer park in the morning, trying to find a job, she frowned. She realised that not knowing where you were going was upsetting her very much.

She needed to find a way to always have an eye on you, no matter where you were or with whom.

Oh boy, she started to imagine you with someone else. And it made her go insane. She would kill whoever was going a little bit too close to you.

You were hers, even if you didn’t know it yet.

When you came back “home” in the middle of the afternoon, she opened her door before you could open yours.

“Hey Y/N” she greeted you with a very seductive smile but you only thought she had a flirty personality and that it didn’t mean she was interested in you.

“Hey Tiff. How are you?” you asked with a gentle smile

“Good, good. Was missing you though. Where did you go this morning?” she asked with a little pout on her lips

You also thought she might be a little bit clingy, but you didn’t mind the attention that much.

“I had a job interview” you explained

“Hope it went well, darl’, you deserve the best” she hummed before opening her door even wider “Wanna come inside for a minute? Have you eaten already? Cause I can fix you something, like a good housewife” she giggled

You arched an eyebrow, before laughing “You are that bored, Tiff, that you want to cook for me?” you chuckled but she waited for your answer with dark eyes “Well, I can’t refuse food but let me cook for you tonight” you finally agreed because you felt you couldn’t say no to the woman.

And because you were hungry too.

She seemed very satisfied with your answer and she let you come inside her home before locking the door behind her.

You started to chat around together.

And days after days, it started to become your routine.

You would go out in the morning to work, and Tiff would wait for you in the evening with a good meal. And you would speak together all night.

More than once she convinced you to sleep at her place, in her bed.

But nothing ever happened because you never caught on her flirtatious comments.

You just thought she was touchy, clingy and very friendly but nothing more.

Tiffany started to wonder if you weren’t interested in her.

Which seemed completely impossible to her, because she was the hottest thing God ever created. You had to want her… You just didn’t know it yet.

During the weekends, Tiffany never let you be on your own. She needed to be with you.

However, you noticed that she was sometimes leaving in the middle of the night, and you believed she was earning money from some traffic or that kind of stuff. But Tiffany was too good to you for you to really care about any of this.

You sometimes tried to ask questions, but she always found excuses to not answer or she would find a way to distract you.

Also, Tiffany wasn’t known for her patience.

She needed what she wanted right away, or she was going even crazier than she already was.

And truth to be told, the fact you hadn’t caught on her attempts to flirt with you for months now was making her go wild.

And the more she thought about the situation, the more she was monitoring all of your gestures, and the more she wanted to lock you up in a basement where she could have you all to herself forever.

She decided to step up her game one afternoon.

It was really sunny that day and a lot of people were chatting around, with not a lot of clothes on.

You were outside, waiting for Tiffany to bring back some drinks she promised you. It was then that a new girl you didn’t know started to talk with you.

She was quite flirtatious with you as well, but as usual you didn’t really read the signs and you simply thought she was friendly with you.

When Tiffany came back and saw that woman all over you, she felt rage burning inside of her. How could people not know you were hers?!

She intervened and very coldly asked the woman to leave, saying that it was a very private and intimate party. The woman obeyed but she gave you one last glance before leaving.

You were so shocked. You had never seen Tiff so upset or pushed someone away so rudely.

“What’s wrong, Tiff?” you asked and she scoffed at you before cupping your face into her palm

“I don’t like whores turning around you, that’s all, love” she replied, her eyes still so dark with anger. Your own eyes widened at her words.

“Tiff, don’t speak like that!” you exclaimed and she let out a little laugher

“Oh yeah, give me orders, I like that” she purred as she moved closer to you. “You know, it’s not the first time I chased away someone who is being a little too friendly with you. I don’t like that. I want you all to myself. I’m a little selfish girl, but I can’t help” she continued but you couldn’t understand what she was saying to you.

“What are you talking about?” you asked

“I can show you” she hummed as her lips were now almost touching yours.

You started to understand what was going on, but you really weren’t too sure what to do with that information

“Tiff, is that really a good idea?” you asked and she laughed some more, but there was something dark in it

“Com’on, sweet face, come inside my trailer and I’ll take such good care of you that you will never want to leave it ever again. I really would like to be your little housewife. But if you prefer we can lock you up away, I would eagerly kidnap you for you to be all mine” she whispered and you weren’t too sure how to react to that.

You thought she was joking, because Tiffany had always been nothing but adorable and gentle to you; she would never kidnap you.

Right?

You quickly thought for the best answer.

“Well… I guess I wouldn’t mind having a little housewife” you finally said and she gave you a bright smile.

She grabbed your hand and guided you to her bed, where she showed you how good she could be to you indeed.

[sodacatz]

Dee's writing info◇

☆I'm new to writing fanfiction so there might be few mistakes☆

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°what I will and won't write about

°What I will write about

☆Fluff, Romance relationship,Platonic relationship, angst, gn reader, Male reader, fem reader, Etc, headcannons, comfort fics and slight nsfw, black or Indian reader, and wlw n mlm

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Spider man across the spiderverse

Marvel

The batman -2022

Jamie Reyes- blue beetle

Cobra kai

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[silentcrowsilentravens]

you write for nica?!

how about nica and the reader was dating before any of the stuff in curse of Chucky happened and then the chucky stuf happens and we cut to the show and the reader and nica reunites while chucky isn't possessing her and she just asking for help and the reader to save themselves and idk

sorry if it's confusing thx

NICA MY BELOVED <3

Nica Pierce with a s/o that was dating her before the events of Curse and Cult, and reunites with her during the series. Uh... we're just gonna pretend that one scene with Malcolm didn't happen for this. And the flirting with the dude in Curse.

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: some blood.

Masterlist here!

It’s been four years since you were last in Hackensack. You used to drive through it to visit your long distance girlfriend, Nica. 

Ex-girlfriend, you suppose. Though, the two of your never broke up. 

...She was arrested for killing five people. She claimed that it wasn’t her, it was... “Chucky”. A Good Guy doll.

You used to have one of those. It was a hand-me-down from a cousin you never speak to. You dug it out and threw it away after you heard the news. To put it lightly, having it around put a bad taste in your mouth. 

It’s difficult to put belief into the whole killer doll claim, of course. It sounds completely absurd. 

(Although admittedly, part of you does want to believe Nica).

“Here’s your room key.”

You really need to stop thinking about it so much. Especially after all the time that’s passed. But this city makes you think of her, even if she didn’t live in it, even if you’ve never spent time with her here.

You remember how excited you’d be to see her. 

“Thanks.” 

You remember how when you would occasionally stop at hotels—much like the one you’re currently standing in, you’d talk to her on the phone before going to sleep. 

One night. You’re only staying for one night. You’re too tired to keep driving. Tomorrow, you’ll finally reach your new apartment. 

Picking up your suitcase, you begin making your way to the room. 

A door slowly opens somewhere behind you.

You don’t plan on paying it any mind. 

"Wait!"

That is, until you hear that voice behind you.

Are you simply imagining things? Is it because you were just thinking about her?

“Please, I-I need help.”

In utter disbelief, you turn around.

"...Nica?"

There she is, Nica Pierce, dragging herself out of a room a bit further down the hall.

She's clad in a long black coat that, if you weren't so busy standing there with your jaw hanging open, you might've thought didn't look like something she would ever pick out for herself.

There’s blood on her face. You can’t tell if it’s hers or not. 

When she realizes that it's you, she looks cautiously optimistic and relieved.

You spare a glance over your shoulder before hesitantly approaching. "What are you doing here? Is-is that your blood?”

“...No.” At the expression on your face, she quickly continues, clutching onto the leg of your pants. “I didn’t do anything, though! Chucky did it! I’m not a killer.” 

"...Nica..."

"You believe me, right?" Her voice shakes. "I didn't do it. I would never."

If the Chucky claim is as wild as it seems, if Nica did murder her family and then some, what's to say that she won't do the same to you?

But if she is innocent, if she does need help, how can possibly you just leave her here? 

You look into her wide blue eyes. They’re shining. There’s desperation there. Fear. 

You swallow, then repeat your other question. “How did you get here?”

“Chucky’s wife drove us after she helped him sneak into Harrogate. She’s here. Not now, she just left, but she’s staying here. She has short blonde hair and-and—”

"Does she look like Jennifer Tilly?" you ask, thinking of a woman you had passed on the way in.

"Yes! Yes, exactly like Jennifer Tilly. If you see her, you need to stay away, okay? She’s dangerous. I have to get away before she comes back.”

If this ends poorly... Well, you can’t say you didn’t know what you were potentially signing up for. 

“Okay. You can come into my room,” you tell Nica. Her shoulders drop in relief. “Where’s your chair?”

“I don’t have one at the moment.”

"I've got you, then. You’re okay with me picking you up, right?”

Nica nods. You see a single tear slip out and travel down her cheek as you scoop her into your arms. 

“Everything’s going to be okay now. We’re going to figure things out.”

You still have a lot of questions, but you’re going to save them for now. Best not to linger in the corridor any longer than you already have.

[versadies]

MY LOVE, MINE, ALL MINE (various x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. my love, mine, all mine

ADDRESSED. neuvillette, alhaitham, capitano, diluc, itto, tartaglia, kaveh, kaeya (x gn!reader)

STAMPS. what body part they kiss the most (sfw)

CONTENT. ooc (?), fluff/no-angst, established relationships, possibly cheesy (not sorry), possible grammar errors, mentions of battle, mentions of blood (capitano, childe)

POST-SCRIPT. all these characters are nothing but pokemons to me, i see one, i'll collect one in game. part two will come soon (with zhongli, wriothesley, ayato, thoma, pierro, and pantalone!)

LINKS. masterlist / taglist / part two

HANDS – Neuvillette, Alhaitham, Capitano, Diluc

NEUVILLETTE kisses your knuckles the most. To him, he believes that kissing you on the lips is far too intimate to be seen in public, preferring to do it in closed doors where it’s just the two of you alone, and so he often kisses your knuckles whenever he can. 

Whenever he does, one of his glove-covered hands would reach towards yours before lifting it to his lips, kissing each knuckle with care as though your hand is a delicate treasure, as if every kiss is a promise that he’ll hold your heart with care and unwavering devotion. 

It doesn’t help that you often find your cheeks warming up when his intense violet-shaded eyes look at yours, and no words were enough for you to explain the connection that you both have from just a simple stare. 

By the time he pulls away from your hand, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Oh, do you have a fever, my dear?” He asks worriedly, removing one of his gloves to check on the temperature of your forehead after kissing your knuckles out of nowhere while the two of you were lounging on the couch in his office. “Fret not, I can make something that can ease your fever away.” He adds, before standing up and rushes away to make a drink that will help you ease yourself, unaware that he’s the reason for your flustered state.

Ah, the things you’d do for this sweet man of yours. 

The same goes for ALHAITHAM when it comes to kissing you in public. He believes that the two of you kissing on each other’s lips should be private with no one to ruin it or spoil the intimacy, and so you often find him kissing you in other parts instead – specifically, your hands or cheeks. 

It’s rare for him to kiss you in public since he’s not much of a PDA man, but when he does, it happens at a quiet or secluded moment when the world seems to be muted around you two. When Alhaitham finds himself staring at you for too long, he couldn’t help but smoothly put his hand on top of yours, and raises your hand towards his lips to kiss it. 

His turquoise-shaded eyes stay on yours when you look at him, never looking away as you feel his lips on your skin, bringing chills to your spine from the feeling. The way he stares at you is as if he knows your deepest secrets and desires, and knows what sets you off to make your knees become jelly-like.  

It doesn’t help that he’d casually act as if nothing happened after, as if it’s just a casual thing to do (it is, to him), leaving you staring at him with your mouth agape. 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” He asks, hiding a small smirk as he glances at you. 

He definitely knows what he’s doing. 

CAPITANO is a strong man with a physique that could make anyone intimidated – both vision-holders and non-vision holders alike. It’s no doubt that such a powerful man like him would most likely be found in numerous battlefields, bringing the Tsaritsa many victories that she deserves. 

So it’s a strange sight to see said strong man on one knee, holding your hand as he gives it an affectionate kiss. He does it in a way that’s as though you’re a deity worth worshiping. He’s a captain by others, but to you, he’s your knight in shining armor (that’s corrupted by bloodshed and death, but we don’t talk about that here). 

You cannot see the expression he makes, but the way he kisses your hand is enough for you to know how much this man, who had killed so many and left no mercy to his opponents, is soft and caring for you. He kisses with care, as if afraid that you’ll shatter if he doesn’t control his strength. 

It became a custom for him to be on one knee and kiss your hand whenever he comes home to you from another mission – which is perhaps more often than you both like to admit. Despite your insistence that he doesn’t have to do such things, he does it anyway. In a way, it’s his way of apologizing to you for the lost time, and will do anything to make it up to you.

And he always did, with gifts, comfort, and of course, love. 

“I’m home, my love.” He spoke, with a hint of affection in his gruff voice that usually holds so much authority, kissing your hand tenderly.

DILUC is a gentleman by heart, and although he’s seen as the epitome of perfection around Mondstadt, he is seen indoors as a vulnerable man who you dearly care for. For so long, the two of you have found comfort and love within one another in the dimly lit room that you both share in the manor. He’s your warmth, and you’re his pillar. 

In private, where no one could see underneath the aloof and courteous man but you, he’d tiredly wrap his arms around you as he sighed in contentment. It’s normal for a man such as him to be so tired from work, so tired from his duties, and so tired from everything outside of his manor, but he is never tired of you, his beloved spouse who he treasures. He’s a zealous soul who cares not for wealth and materialism, but for the people of Mondstadt and the ones he loves.  

Your hand is often intertwined with his, and he’d bring up your hand up to his lips in the quiet moments of your shared intimacy. To him, your hand is a canvas that he paints with his deep affection and adoration. 

You couldn’t help but soften up as a result, feeling cherished and loved by your beloved man who never fails to make you swoon. 

For Diluc, kissing your hand is more than some simple intimate gesture, but rather a way to honor your pure essence – to show you how grateful he is to have you who has captured his soul in a tight grip that he never wants to leave from. And so, he continues to kiss your hand more, each a testament with a silent vow to love you throughout your lives together. 

“A-Ah.. My bad,” He clears his throat, his ears turning almost as red as his hair, “It seems I almost got carried away.” 

LIPS – Itto, Tartaglia, Kaveh, Kaeya

ITTO is a kind soul at heart, with a fiery passion when it comes to his loved ones – specifically, and with no certain favoritism, you. The oni is not one to shy away from showing you how much he loves you with all of his huge heart, so expect lots of kisses from him! 

The most prominent part that he kisses is of course, your lips. 

For Itto, there is no greater joy than the taste of your lips, each kiss contains joy and love on his end. With his endless energy and passionate spirit, he approached each kiss and affection  with an infectious enthusiasm, eager to lose himself in the overwhelming warmth of your presence and affection. 

In the sweetness of your kiss, he finds it much better than the feeling of sweet victory from a beetle battle, and he couldn’t find himself to remove the pleased grin on his face whenever he gets a kiss from you. 

It’s as if your lips is a magnetic force to his, as he never hesitates to kiss you whenever he could – be it whenever he greets you, whenever he wins a battle, basically every moment with him (a bit of an exaggeration really, but you get what I mean!). 

“My boo boo bear!” He cheers when he sees you in his vision, running up towards you as he instantly gives you a bone-crushing hug, lifting you up with his immense strength regardless of your weight. “I missed you! How was your day?” He asks excitedly, giving you a big smooch! on your lips.

CHILDE is just as fun as Itto – if you excuse his battlelust, of course. Besides his need for an activity or someone to fight with, the prowess fighter is not shy when it comes to giving you what he believes you deserve, which is giving you his undying affection.

He’s an infectious man, who leeches off to your kisses and hugs. He’s a fighter by spirit, but a lover by heart. He’s attentive to your needs, very willing to give you tons of kisses if you ask for it. Of course, even if you didn’t, he’d snatch a kiss or two from you without you expecting it. 

His love is like an unforgiving ocean, often wild and untamed, yet it comes with a fierce and unrelenting passion. In moments between the two of you, he seeks to plant his lips on yours, as though your kiss is a battlefield conquered by him, a well-done victory even. 

With each kiss on your lips is a vow, a vow that he’ll see to it that he gets to see the light of day after every battle, to see you by the end of the tunnel and show you that you won’t lose him that easily. For in your presence, he found his salvation, the arm that reaches out to him to pull him out of the abyss he’s in, guiding him out of the unforgiving ocean that seems to drown him whole. 

And so, he’ll never stop kissing you, regardless of where you are and the circumstances. 

“Were you watching me?” He asks eagerly, running up to you before planting a kiss on your lips, his hands that are scarred from the numerous weapons he held and the battles he fought in find themselves cupping your cheeks. 

When he pulls away, he looks at your eyes with a cheeky grin. “I did great, didn’t I?”

Known for his works and talent, KAVEH is no doubt a respectable man around the land of wisdom and scholars. Many would sing praises to his masterpieces and his original ideas that bring potential to Sumeru. As what a certain scribe would describe him, he is the light of Kshahrewar and a master builder and craftsman. 

However, such a bright reputation hides a man whose heart is tender and emotionally fragile, with too much on his plate. Which is why he is ever so grateful to have you by his side through it all.

For every affection the two of you share, Kaveh feels like the luckiest man in all of Sumeru – no, in Teyvat even. He doesn’t feel like he deserves you, a person who loves him for all that he is. With you, he feels cherished and appreciated even, and you balance his emotional fragility with your presence that seems so encouraging and comforting.

He seeks refuge in your affection, often cupping your cheeks and giving you a kiss. His kisses are frequent, and his lips often find themselves on yours. Each of his kiss is full of love, and there’s no doubt that there seems a desperation laced in it, as if he’s scared that this kiss is his last, and you might be gone before he knew it – just like his loved ones. 

Yet, in the softness of your lips, he found reassurance. He’s reminded that amidst the struggles of his life, your relationship remains timeless and true. Just like how he does with his work, he pours his heart and soul into your relationship together, cherishing the bond that you both have towards one another with  tenderness.

“Thank you.” He said, kissing you on your lips with a look that threatens to crumble. “I know I’ve said it too many times, but I can’t help myself. I really am grateful.” 

When you ask for what he’s thanking you for, he could only give you a smile, a sight that shines far brighter than the sun itself.

“Thank you for staying.”

You’d be lying if you said you’ve always thought you’d end up dating the notorious Cavalry Captain, who is more than often a flirtatious man whenever you’re around. KAEYA is not one who shies away from something, and if it means reminding you every now and then that he’s into you, then so be it!

Every waking moment with Kaeya is a thrilling challenge, and you two often find yourselves in a dance of wits and flirts, with a few glasses of wine and other drinks that the tavern sells. The two of you know how to push the other’s buttons, often playing banters and all. Even when you two are now dating, things are still the same – besides the fact that the two of you are free to kiss one another and often crash at each other’s places. 

Yet underneath such playful flirting and bantering, there’s a deep and abiding connection between the two of you that remains unspoken but welcomed.

Unsurprisingly, Kaeya finds home in your lips. To him, it just felt right. Sure, he likes to kiss your hands and cheeks, but it’s a different story when it comes to your lips. For him, stealing a kiss on your lips is not just an ordinary gesture of affection, but rather a declaration of his unwavering love for you. 

And so, more often than not, he prefers kissing you more on your lips.

With a teasing look and smirk on his face, he’d pull you close towards him without warning, his lips finding yours with an urgency that left you both breathless. There’s often laughter and desire lingering around the privacy of your bedroom, and it was a safe sanctuary that Kaeya finds comfort in. 

His laughter would fade into a whisper of “I love you”’s as he traces his cold fingertips on your face that he loves to see at every waking moment. He cherished these kinds of moments, and he’d be damned if he doesn’t spend each one as if it’s his last. And so, he continues to give you more kisses to drown your sweet laughter, for in your warmth and embrace, he could only find his great happiness and peace. 

“Come on, give me another one.” He chuckles, urging you to let him give you one more kiss before the two of you can sleep in each other’s arms. “Just one more kiss, I promise.”

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[triptuckers]

switching teams - percy jackson

Request: yes! "Hi there! Could I request an enemies to lovers! trope, where the reader is part of the ares halfgods." Pairing:  Percy Jackson x ares!reader Summary:  percy should know better than to try and fight an ares kid Warnings:  a lot of swearing lol, fighting, mentions of blood & injuries Word count:  1.9K A/N: can't wait to see more of dior as clarisse in the show she's such a good actress. thanks for your request, enjoy!

ever since percy got to camp a couple of years ago he's had it out for you. you don't know why, but naturally you decided to respond with the same energy.

he wants to test the ares kid's patience? fine by you.

for some reason he's always arguing with you and you're all to happy to argue back. somehow he knew exactly which buttons to press, how to get on your nerves.

there's always tension between the two of you, which reaches a high during war games like capture the flag. this time is no different.

you're part of team red, following clarisse's lead. percy is on the blue team.

not that it matters, your team is unbeatable. you're proud of your cabin for coming up with the best strategies. you and clarisse always draw up new battle plans, surprising the blue team whenever they think they cracked your plan.

and today you're going to win again. you know it.

you've been walking through your part of the forest, getting rid of any kids of the blue team you run into.

after a while, you think they've all said to each other to avoid certain parts of the wood, given that you don't see anyone for a while.

then you hear talking in the distance. smiling, you grip your sword tighter and creep closer to them.

'let's move, c'mon, these are y/n's parts of the woods.' says one of the kids. you recognise him as someone from the hermes cabin.

'right about that.' you say, jumping over a fallen log and blocking their path.

all three kids widen their eyes and you quickly count their weapons and cabins. two from the hermes cabin and one from athena. a combined total of three swords and a spear. you'll need to take out the athena kid first, they might be able to analyse your fighting style if you're not fast enough.

'I told you!' says one of the hermes kids as you charge them.

you were right, you can tell by the way the athena kid's eyes follow your movements they're trying to analyse your moves. but you catch them off guard and give them a hard shove after kicking one of their legs to the ground.

you make quick work of the hermes kids just in time for your team to run past, carrying the blue flag. you grin at sherman when he runs past with the flag.

'you know what to do!' he says with a wink.

you nod and take off. you're the best sprinter and best swordsman of your cabin.

the plan was simple. once your team got the flag, they would run through your favorite parts of the woods. you would hear them, join them and then run ahead of them, getting rid of any blue team kids in your way and clearing the path for your team.

so that's exactly what you do.

you run to the river, getting rid of any blue team kids you see.

when you see the river in the distance you can't help but to feel a sense of pride. you won again.

but before you can reach the river, something hard knocks you on your back.

before you can get up, someone appears above you, pointing his sword at you and smiling. it's percy. this fucking kid.

you lash out with your sword but percy is quick to block your blow.

'got ya!' he says.

'no you don't.' you say.

he may be pointing a sword at you, but you're not defenceless. with one swift motion, you kick percy's legs, sending him to the ground.

you're quicker, rolling over and pinning his hands to his side. there's no room for him to kick you with his legs.

percy's fighting to get his sword but this time you're stronger. this time, you smile.

'you need to be quicker.' you say. 'and you need to understand we will always win capture the flag.'

'we can still win.' percy argues.

'no, you can't.' you say. 'you're the strongest swordsman on your team. and I've got you pinned to the ground.

'so you admit I'm a stronger swordsman than you!' says percy.

'I said on your team.' you say.

you look up when you hear people cheering in the distance. your team has reached the river, with the blue flag.

'looks like we win again.' you say.

percy looks annoyed. 'get off me, the game is over.'

'say please.'

'fuck off.'

'say please and I'll get up.'

percy rolls his eyes and sighs. 'please, y/n, will you get off me?'

'because you asked nicely.' you say, pushing up off the ground, making sure to accidentally put your weight on percy's legs.

without looking at him again, you take off to celebrate the win with your team.

the next time you're playing capture the flag is three weeks later. you're excited to keep your winning streak going.

just as you've finished putting on your armour and checking all of your weapons, you see percy putting on a chest plate with a red mark on it.

'hey!' you say, getting his attention. 'you're not on our team.'

'yes I am.' he says. 'I already talked it over with clarisse.

'no the fuck you didn't.' you say.

'y/n!'

you look over your shoulder and see clarisse looking at you. she's your best friend, you always train together and she's a great team captain. but this?

'he's on our team.' she says.

'why?'

'because you two are the best swordsmen at camp. it's the logical choice for capture the flag. work together.'

'I will not-'

'not up for discussion. he's on our team, deal with it.'

you turn to percy, walking up to him and giving him a look of pure malice. 'just because you're on our team does not mean I won't hesitate to fight you.' you say.

'no maiming. no killing. especially not your own team members. those are the rules.' says percy.

'I don't care.' you say. 'don't get in my way.'

you hear percy mumble 'fucking ares kids' as you walk away to get into position before the game starts.

as soon as the starting signal sounds, you head to your favorite spot in the woods. there were always some blue kids who thought they could get lucky, but they always run into you.

you're waiting there, your eyes on the path, when you suddenly hear footsteps behind you.

you're just in time to turn around and block the other person's blow.

'you!' you say as you recognise the eyes looking into yours.

'me.' says percy.

'I'm on your fucking team you idiot!'

'I recall you saying it didn't matter.'

'piss off!'

'no.'

percy takes on a fighting stance. he better be fucking kidding. he wants to fight? fine. you can give him that.

'I want to teach you how to become better.' he says.

'at what?'

'sword fighting.'

that's it. it's one thing to attack you from behind. another to tell you he wants to teach you how to be better.

percy knows it's bad fucking luck to claim he's better at fighting than an ares kid. but you've got a tell, and it will get you killed some day.

'you have a tell. let me teach you how to avoid it.'

the nerve he has.

with two quick strides you're in front of him, bringing your sword down on him with all of your strength.

percy blocks it, but his arms are straining underneath the weight of your blow. you really are good.

he swings his sword to your left side but you jump aside and aim the next blow at his legs. he jumps over your sword and kicks you out of the way.

you spin around and attempt to drive your sword through the exposed part of his arm. percy gets out of the way, but only barely.

'you're using your father's strength to guide you.' he says, grunting in between blows of your swords hitting each other.

you don't respond, choosing to save your strength and focus on trying to hit him.

'you're faster than me. you could win.' he says.

fuck him. you are going to win. how dare he question you like this? how dare he question your fighting skills?

you take a step forward, ready to end this fight. but percy kicks your leg out of the way and pushes you, sending you backward.

'you step before you strike.' says percy. 'with your right foot.'

what the fuck?

'I have to give it to you, it took me a while to realise it.'

'been watching me, have you?'

you start to circle him, looking for an opening to strike.

'yes. now start avoiding the step before you strike.'

'I don't need a poseidon kid to teach me how to fight. you're doing this to distract me.'

'is it so hard to believe I actually want to help you? clarisse is right, we'd make a good team. you're almost as good as I am.'

'I can never be a team with someone who insults me to my face.'

'right. never claim to be a better fighter than an ares kid. noted.'

you race forward and strike percy, hoping he doesn't expect it.

he does. he easily blocks your attack.

you're furious. no one is better than you. certainly not percy.

you let your rage take over, going in for another attack, subconsciously taking one step before striking. percy kicks your foot.

you're breathing heavily. he wants to teach you? fine. you keep your footing in place as you strike, catching him off guard.

percy is too surprised and is too late to block your blow. you slice through his upper arm. it's not a very deep cut but it still bleeds. you smile as you see the blood start to slowly trickle down his arm.

you strike again, but only nearly hitting him. you can teach him as well. for instance, his weak point is his legs. you sweep them out from under him. percy falls to the ground as you point your sword to him.

'you're beaten.' you say.

'and you listened to me.' he says.

you hate to admit it, but he did have a point. once you focused on not taking a step before striking, you were able to beat him.

you reach out with your other hand.

percy is eyeing your hand suspiciously.

'I'm pulling you up.' you say. 'the fight is over. I won. I'm not striking an unarmed, beaten opponent.'

percy takes your hand and allows you to pull him to his feet.

'thought you didn't like me.' he says.

'I never said that. you annoy me. but ares kids respect good fighters. you're a good swordsman. and you were right. I have a tell.' you say.

'did you just admit to liking me?' says percy, smiling.

'I also said you're annoying.'

'but you like me.'

'doesn't make you less annoying. now come on, we have a flag to capture.'

the two of you take off to rejoin your team. during the fight, something had changed between the two of you. if percy could point out a flaw you didn't know you had, you're curious to see what else he knows about you that you don't know about yourself.

maybe it's a good thing he convinced clarisse to let him join your team.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit/Max

[irishmammonagenda]

"Wow...Guess he really is asleep..." You whisper, the kazoo you had been playing in an attempt to wake the Avatar of Sloth up now safely in your pocket, lest Lucifer confiscate it again.

You poke Belphie's forehead with your pointer finger, then continue poking it, because it was fun. Still Asleep Belphie seems to hate this more than you attempting to play Vivaldi's Winter on the kazoo and failing miserably, seeing as his cowlike tail swings out, wraps around your leg and pulls you to the ground.

"ARGH! What?!" You barely have time to process before you're dragged up by the tail that's latched around your ankles and quite meanly (may you add), dropped on the bed. Belphie entraps you in a hug, and thankfully this time, doesn't crush your internal organs. How sweet! <3

"Go to sleep MC...." The demon mutters half awake for a moment before drifting back off again.

You try to reach for your kazoo, for the second time, Belphie's tail whips out gently at you. "Don't even think about it." He pouts, before his expression and breathing even out once more.

You might as well get comfortable, seeing as you were now trapped for what looks to be hours.

You can't even play your kazoo.

Why do your plans always backfire? :(

[intimacyequalsdeath]

heyya!!!... Beautiful💐.

I see requests are currently open, so if you don't mind... can I request a sexy wife s/o who loves to cook and will always make slasher food? And prepare all their needs (you know like a good wife in general🙃),My twin sisters really like their slasher Especially for Bo, Lester, Vincent, Thomas hewitt,Charles Lee Ray and Michael Myers...

Oh, I also think it would be great if they had obedient children with the wife s/o. They know how their father is and they choose not to worry too much about it. Please....I'm sorry if I requested when your requests were closed, but, I've been looking for a blog for a long time whose requests are still open and finally I found your blog 😭.

My twin sister is sick and I want her to be able to read the story you made from my request 🙏.

Love you dear

Thank you so much for the request sweet anon! <3 I hope me deciding to do Headcannons for each story was ok to anon. Sorry this took so long, I worked on it in chunks over the course of a few different days.

Also I hope you sister feels better soon Anon <3 <3

Slashers with a good little wife and good little children: The Sinclairs. Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt and Charles Lee Ray.

Also not my gifs, not of the gifs I use are ever mine and full credit goes to the original creators <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Written with AFAB in mind as per request, suggestive themes. Story under the cut. Request centers around "traditional" wife roles. Talks of pregnancy and children.

<3 : Bo loves the idea of having a good little wife and good little children to boot. He just never thought living in Ambrose and as a man with his hobbies he would get to experience that, until he met you.

<3: You instantly took over cleaning and cooking, even some of the spots in Ambrose no one even went into anymore. You had no idea how the boys had managed to survive so long with living like they were raised in a barn.

<3: Bo also liked how you liked to steer clear of anything having to do with his business and what went on at the gas station.

"it ain't your place" He murmured once into your hair when you asked him about it when the relationship was still relatively new. That was the first and only time he ever had to tell you that.

<3: Bo was thrilled by your want to stay out of his and mind your own that it was surprising when you ultimately fell pregnant after only about a year being in Ambrose. As if he'd let you leave.

<3: Bo let you take care of all the child rearing duties, with him being gone usually all day it was just easier plus the last thing he wants to come home too is crying children after a long day.

<3 As the children grew you had to teach them about what their father and uncles and explain why it would be inappropriate to ask anyone about it. All they needed to know was that they were safe and their daddy loves them.

<3 The sight of you being rounded with HIS baby also does things to Bo, So don't be surprised if he makes it a goal to keep you pregnant as often as possible.

<3 Bo would be a in and out father I think though, not that he means to be he does love the children. His relationship with his own father affects how active he is a lot of the time and since that's the only father figure he has to go off of he doesn't wanna turn out like him.

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"Papa!' The children yelled as they ran through the door of the gas station to their father. You had a free instance of free time so you thought you'd bring them down to bring Bo some lunch.

"There's my babies" Bo said opening his arms to catch all 3 of them up in them. He turned to you poised and ready for the kiss you planted on his lips as you set the basket of food down on the counter.

"We made you lunch papa!" Your youngest girl said as he placed her back on the floor. Bo smiled at her.

"You did now didya?" All three children nodded as you opened the basket and began to explain to Bo what you made him. It wasn't long before your family bubble was interrupted by a car pulling up outside.

Bo's gaze hardened as he turned to look outside the station windows he then turned to you and the kids before barking an order.

"You four need to go on and get back to the house now" He said, The children having been through this before nodded before falling in line behind you to head back home.

"I'll come get ya'll when I'm done" Bo said planting a last kiss to your lips before you waddled out of the gas station, giant pregnant belly and all three little ducklings in tow.

<3 Soft mushy Vincent is soft and mushy.

<3 You are his doting little wife and he is your doting husband. His heart swells every time he sees you coming down into the basement with a plate of food and a drink.

<3 At first he was a bit nervous about you growing board of Ambrose since he wouldn't let you be involved but when he saw you begin to clean literally anything and everything he figured you were alright.

<3 Vincent loves your cooking and it actually helps rouse him out of the basement to come and sit at the table with you and his brothers.

<3 When you fell pregnant the first time, He was stunned. Like truly stunned. He never thought fatherhood more or less being a husband was in the cards for him ever.

<3 To know have both he couldn't believe it. A cute little house wife and a baby he hoped would look just like you.

<3 If the baby isn't twins expect to start trying for a sibling right away. Vincent like his brothers adores the sight of you pregnant with his baby. It awakens a primal instinct inside of him to be the provider and keep you safe at all costs.

<3 Vincent would be afraid that the baby would be afraid of his face or his mask, no matter how many times you assured him other wise he couldn't help but worry.

<3 If the children grow up to question their fathers face or what he does in Ambrose, you and Vincent will tell them the loose truth obviously omitting a lot of detail. At least until their old enough.

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"Vincent, your her daddy. She'd never be afraid of you" You told him softly, reaching out in an attempt to hand him your daughter.

Ever since she was born Vincent refused to hold her as he didn't wanna scare her off with his mask or his face.

He looked into your eyes as he went to shake his head, before he could though you had shoved your baby into his arms and positioned his hands in the proper places to hold her.

Vincent jumped at your sudden action but was never the less quick to cradle his daughter. He looked down at her once she was settled and when his eyes met hers that matched your perfectly he felt his breath leave his body.

Vincent had never experienced a feeling like this in his entire life and doubted he would ever feel it again. He was head over heels in love with this little human the two of you had made together and from that day he vowed that anyone who tried to come in-between him and his family would have him to answer too.

<3 Lester is used to cooking and cleaning his own space so it takes him awhile to get used to you doing it for him.

<3 He appreciates it greatly but he doesn't fully understand why you would want to clean up behind him like you do though. Like he picks up roadkill all day who would want to smell that?

<3 He doesn't complain about you cooking though, He thinks your food is amazing and it's great to come home to a warm cooked meal every night.

<3 You do so much for him so don't be surprised if Lester comes home every so often with little gifts he's collected for you. Some of them may or may not come from victims but as Lester's good little wifey you never question it, you just press your lips to his and thank him for the thoughtful gift.

<3 When you fall pregnant, again like his brothers, Lester is thrilled. He can't be in the same room as you without running his hands up and down your swollen belly while trying to feel the baby kick.

<3 Lester wants a football team of children, so be prepared to make many renovations to the cabin the two of you share to accommodate all the children.

<3 Lester loves bringing his sons out on the road with him when their old enough and with your permission of course. He'd never let them participate in anything Bo or Vincent do but helping him with roadkill is just fine by him.

<3 If any of the kids ever questions what their uncles do in Ambrose and why Lester doesn't usually want them around it, He'll tell them that it's because of Vincent's delicate projects and that answer is enough for the kids.

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"Nah sweetpea, you know why you can't go to Ambrose" Lester softly told your son after the fifth time he had asked to go see his uncles. Your son sighed and pouted slightly before speaking.

"I know uncle Vincent's art is easy to break but I promise I won't ruin anything"

"My love, I've told you it's rude to question your father" You piped up from your chair in the living room, running a hand over your slightly swollen belly. "Why don't you go join your brothers outside for a bit before dinner, and stay where we can see you" He gave you a sad look but nodded and went through the front door outside.

"I know the boys love Vinny and Bo, but I just want em to be safe" Lester told you sitting on the arm of your chair and putting a hand over yours sitting on your belly.

"I know Les, but when their older they'll understand why we have rules" You shot him a smile and he gratefully returned it. He was so lucky to get someone so understanding of the "Family Business"

<3 Thomas was raised to be a family man. Luda Mae had always told him growing up that one day he would need to find a wife to continue the Hewitt family with.

<3 Enter you, ending up at the Hewitt farm like so many others, but not meeting the same fate as them.

<3 Thomas would've easily put babies before marriage but Luda Mae insisted that you two do it the traditional way and get married first.

<3 You were quick to win her over with your affinity to help out with cooking and other house chores. Especially when it came to taking care of her darling boy Thomas. She was thrilled he had found someone who loved him so much.

<3 In the Hewitt house hold with Monty and Charlie both breathing down your neck, it's easy to be reminded to leave the mans work to Thomas and just focus on helping Luda with whatever she needs.

<3 When you fall pregnant with the first baby, the whole house hold is thrilled.

<3 Luda, Charlie and Monty all never thought they would see the day that Thomas would continue the Hewitt family tree so it was a very big deal when you fell pregnant with Luda's first grandchild.

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"Now darlin' you know your not supposed to be doing anything in your state" Luda reprimanded as she walked into the kitchen to see you doing dishes.

"I know mama but laying in bed all day everyday is driving me nuts" You told her drying off a plate you were washing. Luda joined you at the sink grabbing a cup to wash it before handing it to you to dry.

"When I was pregnant with Charlie I almost got driven up a wall myself. Just don't let Tommy see, You'll never hear the end of it" She said giving you a small smile before heading back to the living room.

You stood at the sink and continued to wash until you heard familiar footsteps heading up the basement stairs, you tried to pretend like you weren't washing dishes but it was too late, Tommy was on you in an instant.

"Tommy hun it's ok!" You pleaded as he took the dishes out of your hands and herded you towards a chair. You couldn't help yourself but the laugh of how your giant husband could be turned so soft and attentive with you.

You grabbed Tommy's hands before he made you sit down and placed them onto your rounded belly. His eyes met yours instantly and your foreheads pressed together.

"Tommy we're fine, I promise honey." Tommy looked at you incredulously before rolling his eyes and huffing at you, you laughed. If there was one thing in this world Tommy couldn't say no too it was you.

<3 Now Charles I could see being a bit different. Sure he adores having someone cleaning and cooking since he's out doing what a serial killer does most of the time but when it comes to kids he's a bit hesitant.

<3 He loves that you love to cook for him. It's nice having warm meals to come home too for once, Brownie points if their his favorite foods.

<3 Doesn't so much like when you get on him about tracking blood through the house or getting one too many stains on his clothes.

<3 If you really want a baby start telling him how lonely you are when he leaves for long periods of time to go kill people. He'll give you want you want as long as the baby stays out of his way.

<3 He'll be a good dad though don't get me wrong and he'll love the kid or kids just as much as you but he's a busy guy that's got shit to do so he mainly sees them as your responsibility.

<3 Might get jealous of all your attention going to the baby though, he understands it has too but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it all the time.

<3 Your never going to be the picture perfect family but for your Charles will try his best to give you and the kids everything you'd ever need.

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"Charles! what have I told you about tracking blood in the house!" Your voice echoed through the house. You heard a muffled laugh as he rounded the hallway with your 3 month old in his arms.

"Babe I'm sorry, you know I never mean too sometimes it just happens" He said adjusting your bundle of joy in his arms.

"Whaddya think kid should mommy forgive me just this once?" He asked your child you babbled in response.

"You said just this once the last three times chuck" You deadpanned before breaking a smile when he did.

"Just a hazard of the job toots" He laughed, You joined him before your eyes were met with the deep red splotches on the blazer he was wearing.

His eyes followed yours before his froze and turned to walk away with the baby in tow as you yelled out behind him.

"Charles! The blood!"

<3 The only inkling of what a normal family functions like that Michael has ever gotten was from his childhood, and to be honest I think his memories of that are very few and far between.

<3 You want to do what for him? Cook and clean ? why on earth would you want to do that for? Michael is confused.

<3 Though preparing to go out and finding a nice fresh out of the dryer jumpsuit all nice and warm and clean for him is quite nice. Michael thinks this is something he could get used to.

<3 On those late nights where he comes back late and finds plates of dinner wrapped in tinfoil ready for him to either heat up or eat just like that is also something he could get used too. It tastes way better then what he usually eats (Totally not dog, totally not)

<3 When kids get brought up though, it's a different story. I could honestly see him not really being all for it at least not at first.

<3 He's really like Charles but more so into the you can have kids as long as they stay far out of his way.

<3 His feelings towards them also aren't the most parental either. He loves them ? At least, Michael feels an emotion he could probably equate to love about them.

<3 But yeah I think for Michael it's best you just keep the kids clear of him. It's not easy when your father is the shape of Haddonfield.

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"Welcome home Mike!, your dinner is wrapped up on the counter love" You greeted him as he came home after a night of terrorizing the town. Placing a kiss to the cheek of his mask.

Michael nodded wordlessly, as always, and turned to go into the kitchen. Tonight you had made his favorite, or at least what you only thought was one of his favorites by the way he every so slightly changed reactions every time you made it.

You gave him a second before following him into the kitchen and sitting next to him at the island. You watched as he lifted his mask up for each bite of food before lowering it to chew.

You made the mistake of questioning him once as to why he didn't just take the mask off. It was early on in the relationship and his hand instinctively went to his knife before you even finished asking. That was how you learned it's better to just not ask Michael questions at least not about the mask.

The two of you sat in silence, a routine you repeated pretty much every night unless you were already asleep when he got home. You would spend all day cleaning and making sure everything was ship shape for him then you would greet your monster of a man when he came through your front door.

You were brought out of your thoughts when Michael's plate crashed into the sink and broke into pieces. Michael still didn't understand how to not hold the plate too high and just to sit it in the sink.

Looks like something you'll still have to work on. No one said the shape of Haddonfield was smart when it came to chores anyway.

[lemonandlime22]

“My friends think I like to fight, but it’s just not true. Sometimes I lose my temper and blow off a little steam but… I never enjoyed it.

I’m not a violent dog.

I don’t know why I bite.”

-older bitey child Yuu probably

[kitsudolly]

Slashers memes part 2

[trafalgarloves]

Imagine having kids with your fave and they come out looking exactly like him. You can't help but smile at the irony that you were the one who carried them for 9 months just for the only shared quality they received from you was your hair type. 

Him on the other hand is a smug bastard at the fact that they look just like him. He can't help but rub it in, always going on and on about how cute they are since they share the same looks. Though only joking since he's already plotting on getting you pregnant again, hopeful that this time the baby will be your twin.

What he doesn't expect but cant say he's surprised about is that once they get older the kids are just as obsessed with you as he is. As they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. 

Your kids always want to be right next to you and constantly argue over when you will play with them on the switch that you and your husband bought for christmas. They cutely created a minecraft world where they would leave you little notes written in the caves they would explore.

He never gets jealous though, how could he, he's the one that made them this way. All the little habits he has concerning you do not go unnoticed. Instead he found that he unconsciously passed them down to his kids. 

Everyday is like clockwork. As soon as he gets home from a busy day he'll greet everyone then make his way over to you and snuggle up against you while recalling his day. The kids follow in his footsteps doing the same after getting picked up from school. Immediately they go on to chatter to you about their day and what they did on the playground, giving you all the details that cannot be missed. While with him sometimes he considered it like playing 20 questions trying to get some information out of them.

He cant complain though especially since he wouldn't change it for anything.

[loveandmurders]

Headcanon of Tiffany Valentine Falling in Love with a Childhood Friend Who Unlike Chucky Is an Awesome Guy and All Women Like Him How Would She Deal With This Infatuation and the Fact that He's Married?

Hello there, thank you so much for this request! This is actually my first male reader fic so I really hope it'll be alright <3

Enjoy <3

IN LOVE WITH THE MARRIED GUY

Warnings: no proof reading, a few strong words, mentions of murders and violence, toxic relationships, mentions of sexual themes, manipulative, dark and violent Tiffany, angst.

Tiffany had always known you, since kindergarten, and she had always kept you in a corner of her mind. 

The kindness you showed her gave her comforting memories for when her life was shitty and for when she felt unloved and alone.

She hadn’t known tenderness and softness a lot in her life, so the thought you had been there for her at some point, made her feel better. 

And a little bit sad she wasn’t currently in your arms. Even when she was in Charles’.

But you weren’t in the same world anymore. She was in a dark one in which she killed to survive and for fun, when you were in a more normal one.

You used to be such good friends when you were children, but as you grew up you took different paths and your relationship got a little more distant.

When Charles was around, he forbade her to keep calling you. 

He was jealous.

He didn’t like how you could always make her laugh and smile. He didn’t like how happy she seemed when she was with you. He was a possessive man and more than once he thought about killing you.

Because of that, she lost track of you. She didn’t want Charles to do anything to you, so she did her best to protect you.

You moved in with your wife somewhere else you used to and you changed your phone number through the years she spent away from you as well. 

She didn’t know where to find you anymore. And you didn’t know what she had become either.

You sometimes thought about her and you hoped she was doing well, because you believed she deserved a lot better than what she had.

When Charles disappeared from her life, she felt how empty it was without you. It was like a hole in her chest. 

She thought a lot about you. Daydreaming of you in her bath, sometimes touching herself as well. She was idealising and fantasising you.

You were the perfect man for her.

But she had no idea how to find you and get you back in her life.

One day, fate seemed to be on her side, for once. 

She was in the street, looking at the shop windows. She couldn’t really buy anything but she still enjoyed having a look at all the goods in the city.

It was when she saw you. You were getting out of another store.

She thought she was dreaming. She couldn’t stop herself from walking to you and greeting you with a little wink and happy smile.

You recognised her right away and you brightly smiled back at her. You started to chat together in the middle of the street.

She flirted a little with you, testing the water. But you didn’t seem to notice it, or if you did, you never answered it.

She saw the ring around your finger. 

“Oh yes, I got married three years ago. We bought a house too. I guess I’m having a quiet little life now, but I like it and I love my wife, so everything is alright. What about you? Are you still with… hmm Charles, right?”

She felt like her world crumbled down. Of course a great guy like you got married.

“I always thought you’d left this town to have adventures.” she gently teased, not answering about Charles. She wanted to forget about him.

“Oh well yeah, adventures are good for kids. We enjoy to travel with my wife, but I won’t do anything too stupid anymore” you smiled

Tiffany was heartbroken but she couldn’t show it to you. 

She hated how things had changed while you were apart from each other. She hated all the time she lost with you. She hated that you had a wife.

But she was more than determined to change that. She wanted to be part of your life once again.

You exchanged your numbers and you started to spend time together once again.

She met your wife and she seemed very nice to her, no matter how deep down she hated her with everything she had. She wasn’t too sure how she was going to do it, but she was going to kill her.

Tiffany was certain that when your wife would be out of the picture, she could very easily seduce you. After all, you were soulmates, she thought. And she was obsessed with you.

You had never had a romantic or sexual relationship with her before, you were just very close friends.

But now she wanted more, she wanted you all to herself. She wanted something good in her life for once, and you were definitively it.

You were handsome, kind and smart. You apparently liked to be married, and she would be more than happy to be your new wife.

You just didn’t know it yet.

However, your wife noticed that Tiffany seemed very intense with you and it was worrying her a little bit, even though she wasn’t worried you would cheat on her because you weren’t like that.

You were a good husband to her.

But you absolutely didn’t understand when your wife was thinking Tiffany could be a menace to your marriage. Tiffany was so adorable to you and you remembered the bright little girl she used to be. You just thought she had a hard life, but it didn’t make her a bad person.

Of course, you had no idea about all the murders and dark rituals.

What needed to happen, happened.

Your wife died.

Tiffany was smart and you never suspected her. How could you when she was so supportive of you?

She helped you with the funerals and with everything, always by your side with gentle words to comfort you.

She even started to sleep in your spare bedroom so you didn’t stay on your own.

She didn’t like to see you that upset and she was worried you would do something stupid if you stayed alone… Like meeting another woman.

She spent months manipulating you and being all soft and cute with you, taking care of you like a sister, a mother, a… lover.

You had drunk a little the night you first had sex with her.

You were still quite depressed about what happened to your wife. But you also needed comfort and it was difficult to resist a woman like Tiffany, so hot and so caring when she wanted to be.

The moment she ended up in your bed, she thought she had won.

The next morning, you tried to explain to her that it was a terrible mistake, that you just lost your wife and that you couldn’t be that kind of man.

You told her you loved her but not like that.

But it was too late.

You were hers now. And she was going to make sure you would never forget about it.

Even if it meant keeping you locked up in the house basement and to break you until you would realise how much you were meant to each other.

Until, you would finally propose to her, so you could live happily ever after.

[soapyghostie]

hii ^_^ can you do slasher hcs, can be anyone you choose, with a child!Reader (platonic ofc) suddenly saying a bad word infront of them? Lol idk i just thought that it would be a funny scenario, you dont have to do it if u dont want to btw :3 have a nice day!

Since this was a free-bee, I took the chance to write for a couple slashers I haven’t gotten a chance to write for yet. One of them is one I’ve written for multiple times already, but I know how y'all are and that Michael Myers content. Y’all will eat that shit up. Well anyway, enjoy!

Charles ‘Chucky’ Lee Ray

Chucky, known for his foul-mouthed and sarcastic personality, would most definitely burst into a fit of maniacal laughter upon hearing the inappropriate language that just came out of your mouth. He finds the situation very amusing, secretly proud of your choice of words. He used to think you were a deadbeat child, but it seems you are starting to take after him in terms of mischief and a devil-may-care attitude. Maybe he’ll give you a shot.

He’d playfully scold you for stealing the spotlight, jokingly reminding you that he’s the only one allowed to say those kinds of words while giving you a wink. He’s pretending to act like a normal parent would if their child cursed so Tiffany doesn’t throw dishes at his head again for god knows what he did beforehand. Anyways, besides the friendly reminder to be careful about where and when to use foul language, Chucky feels a sense of camaraderie in their rebellious spirit that he’s never expressed before. Is this care and kindness he feels? It can’t be! He’s an evil serial killer with no feelings for anyone! Just between you and me, he did care about you in his own way from the beginning. He just hates to admit it and ignored the feeling for a long time. 

Chucky giving you lessons in creative cursing is a must: in a private setting of course. He doesn’t want to have to deal with Tiffany’s scolding about encouraging and, even worse, teaching you such bad behavior. However, if the language goes too far (cursing Tiffany out), Chucky will actually draw a line and sternly explain the importance of knowing when and where such language is appropriate.

Stu Macher

Stu, being the laid-back and humorous person he is, most likely burst out into a fit of laughter initially, thinking it’s just a child’s innocent mistake. However, he’s taken aback. He was not expecting to hear such foul language come out of your mouth and especially wasn’t ready for it since he’s normally making the crude jokes himself rather than hearing it from a child. 

Stu would exchange an amused glance and playfully scold you, reminding you that it’s not appropriate to use such language, especially in front of company. However, Stu may share a few inappropriate jokes of his own, trying to bond with you through your humor. God dammit Stu! Don’t be a bad influence like Chucky is! 

If you continue to use inappropriate language, Stu will employ a more serious tone and discuss the consequences of your behavior. If you don’t listen to him after that (I don’t know how you could not because Stu never serious), Stu will probably be like, “Well what the fuck! Who cares?” and will join in and playfully participate with you. 

Michael Myers

Michael would remain expressionless and unreactive to hearing you say the inappropriate word. He will convey his disapproval through his body language though, such as a stern gaze or a slow shake of his head. You pick up on these cues, going from comical and bright to eerie and uncomfortable, understanding that your words are unacceptable.

Michael does expect immediate compliance, and you are expected to correct your behavior under his imposing presence. In rare cases, Michael will intervene if your behavior becomes continuous and punish you, such as grounding you or giving you a whoopin, to teach you a lesson about the consequences of your behavior. 

Once Michael decides you’ve been punished long enough, if you got the ‘your grounded to your room’ punishment, he’ll make his way to your room and have a conversation with you to instill the importance of respectful behavior. You two end up having a good talk, ending with you promising to use more appropriate language from here on out and Michael promising to get you a tub of ice cream on his next outing if you have good behavior.

[illumnis]

your presence is my dream. ― you are the light he follows in the dark to find safety, you are the lighthouse that provides him comfort when he's lost in the cruel sea, you are what he connects to others; the good traits and the bad traits- you are what encourages him to love freely, anything and everything. so what's so bad about admiring an angel at work?

pairing: var!genshin men x gn!reader (seperate!!)

warnings: established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff (unedited!!)

note: i'm writing this on my dad's macbook so this is like foreign ground for me,, the formatting might be a little weird. ALSO i haven't written in a hot min so i'm def going to be out of practice!! i’m sorry in advance if this work is not to my usual standards <;/3

art creds: dannylailai on artstation

it wasn't that your boyfriend was disturbed by the sudden interruption to your date. at first, of course, he was shaken up and slightly disappointed, but seeing the way you lit up was enough to settle his nerves.

your passion, your drive, and the simple notion to never let your love stay caged within a set of limbs, you loved, and freely at that. when he first met you, it scared him a little- how easily you found it to share a piece of your heart with the world. how willing you were to let things break your heart and to forgive because; that will be how it will be.

with you, he learned. with you, the world has become twenty times more colourful (as cliche as it sounds).

despite how much he has learned, to love every piece of the world ardently, he still manages to save the admiration for you.

though, he'll never admit that despite how much he appreciates every patch of grass, or blooming flower, or wise tree, he'll always find you the most breathtaking.

your eyes lit up with fervour- you were reminiscing about something with such passion to your old friend who had welcomingly interrupted his and your date.

he decides to listen in for a moment, still keeping gentle eyes drifting around your face. the curve of your lips, the glisten in your eyes, the tint of your skin.

if he wasn't delighted by you already, now he'd really have a field day.

"yeah! i don't think i missed anything... hey, do you remember anything from our first date that i missed?" you wonder, your head tilting in his direction and looking at him with not-so-sercret admiration.

he felt his heart soar, he tries to maintain his composure with an utterly content smile. he's scared that if he let's his resolve fall, his smile will reach as high as the clouds.

you had been talking about him with that fervour. he had been the reason for the twinkle of mirth in your eyes. he had been the cause of this avid passion.

the two of you stare at each other for a second. you, still expecting a response, hum and tilt your head in anticipation. at the slightest, he let's his smile twitch upwards.

the beat of your heart picks up as you catch his gaze drifting from your eyes, to your lips, and back up to your eyes.

in his eyes, a luster of affection dancing through his irises, which only makes you fight off the reverent grin that tries to mold it's way onto your lips.

he then breaks his gaze, looking over at your friend politely, the same passion you held evident on his eyes, but not his face.

he then looks back at you and once again, his smile grows at the sight of you, "no, i think you covered it all."

— boys who (begrudingly or not) admit that your mere presence is enough to enliven him- or in other words; idiots in love: childe, lyney, tighnari, kaveh, kazuha, wanderer, alhaitham, neuvillette, heizou, zhongli, kaeya, baizhu, albedo, wriothesley (I CAN LITERALLY SEE SO ANY PPL HELP)

navi. mlist.

[lussiane333]

The way you write art the clown is so perfect and it's sad there isn't that much content for him yet so thank you for doing god's work 😩 do you have any hc's of him receiving a lapdance from s/o?

Hello! Thank you for your kind words <3

This one took me some time.. 😅 Sorry for the wait, here it is!

I decided to do more slashers so:

Slashers receiving a lap dance from their S/O 🔥

Art the Clown

He's making facial expressions you've never seen before

We all know that our clown boy is a comedian..

He would take the hidden dollars out of his clown suit and tuck them behind your panties and grin like a madman he is

His eyes never left you, and the way you touched him, breathed against his lips and toyed with your underwear, his gaze seemed almost tender like

But when you knelt spread legged down on the floor and looked at him, he's gawking with an open mouth and dilated pupils

He would do anything for you, it's like you hypnotize him every time and deep down he hates it, but it just feels so good..

He wants to ruin you in his own fucked up way so yeah, get ready for a long night afterwards

Bo Sinclair

You want all of his attention and oh boy.. It's yours

The way you leant back on his lap and grinded against his bulge..

Yeah, he'd whip his cock out and jerk it shamelessly as you move your body against him

He's really into this, he loves watching you show off for him

You make him absolutely feral and he feels like a virgin seeing a woman's body for the first time, but he can't help himself

Don't get me wrong, he's really not seeing this for the first time, but he's seeing someone he loves and enjoys it so damn much

You went from between his thighs to sit on his lap, and groping, teasing and whispering nasty things in your ear quickly turned into you riding him in a reverse cowgirl

He has a secret erotic polaroid collection of you

He loves your body, your moves, everything about you makes him crazy

Charles Lee Ray

He would act indifferent at first

Yeah, yeah, you're hot but he has seen it many times before

Still likes it and won't keep his hands to himself, I mean you two love to put on any kind of a show

His biggest weakness is when you nib at his neck and run your nails down his chest, he's humming in approval, squeezing your ass harder

Praises and degrades you at the same time

"You really are the biggest whore I've ever seen"

"Come on baby, show me that I'm right, oh yes"

He wants you all to himself, but he also wants to show you off so he'd surely make you dance in front of a victim and be like:

"You see that? All mine"

"Show them exactly what they're missing on, baby"

His egoistic ass is so proud knowing that he has someone like you

[cherryrainn]

If this is too triggering it's ok to skip 💜, so headcanons of Teenage reader asleep and she has a terrible nightmare of chucky killing her but chucky wakes her up and asks her what's wrong and she's to scared to tell him, so like angst to fluff platonic please, also chucky from the show please

NIGHTMARE .

; pairing ; chucky x fem! teen! reader (platonic)

; note ; not triggering at all! thank you for your ask

; warnings ; nightmares

you're sprawled out on your bed, snoozing away, when suddenly you find yourself in the middle of a nightmare.

chucky, your doll buddy, is on a rampage, and you're the main target.

he's slashing through the air, laughing maniacally, and you're running for your life.

just as chucky's about to deliver the final stab, you jolt awake with a scream.

you look to your side and chucky's on your bed, looking at you like you're crazy or something

"fuck happened?"

however, the concern in his eyes betrays the gruff exterior.

you're too scared to form proper sentences, so you just stare at him like a deer caught in headlights.

what if he gets angry? what if he really does want to harm you?

chucky, surprisingly, seems genuinely concerned.

"well? come on."

after a deep breath, you spill the details of your nightmare, careful not to accuse him directly.

chucky's eyes widen, and for a moment, he looks almost sympathetic.

"sheesh. you really dreamt that stuff?"

as you nod, he lets out a sigh, moving over and sitting down right beside you.

"listen, i ain't gonna hurt you, ever. i'm not wasting my time offing my favorite kid."

you can't help but crack a tiny smile.

maybe having a killer doll as a roommate isn't all bad.

chucky pats your head in a bizarrely comforting way.

"now get some shut-eye, and remember, i got your back."

[ghostbsuter]

They really should have thought better before letting Damian take the reigns.

Alas, the giant green dog had already destroyed 2 buildings and caused unimaginable chaos. Fortunately, there are no deaths.

Upon hearing the news of said giant green dog causing mayham, Damian had been the first to arrive at the scene and successfully... tamed it.

It seemed docile enough.

Batman isn't trusting it for one second.

All hell breaks out when the goddamn dog gets damian by the cape, opens an interdimensional portal, and leaves.