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Various Slasher Prompts! This list includes: Brahms Heelshire, Ghostface, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees, Asa Emory, Jesse Chromeans, Severen Van Sickle and Bo Sinclair. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 🔪❤️🩸(Special thanks to my bestie @tinalbion!)

1. You’re either born with unique doll-like features or you’ve gotten extensive plastic surgery to look like a doll. Either way you have the face, hair and body of a life size porcelain doll. You’re beautiful and look practically perfect in every way. But it’s sort of uncanny how you dress and do your makeup and hair to look so much like a living doll, almost like you’re an imitation of a human. How does Brahms react? How do you react when you meet this man who’s been living in the walls and wears a porcelain doll mask?

2. Resident Evil Village Crossover: You’re a doll maker like your sister, Donna. You may or may not have mutations and/or the ability to bring dolls to life and control them like she did. After Claudia’s and your parents’ deaths, all you and Donna had left was each other. Naturally, you were very close. You made dolls together, tended to the garden, and left flowers at Claudia’s grave periodically. You were the only person Donna showed her face to, but she still had bad days where she couldn’t bring herself to take off the black veil. Not even for you. You’d never leave the house or go to the village without her because she wouldn’t let you. She used her dolls to keep watch over you while she was away. She always accompanied you outside, afraid something bad would happen if she wasn’t there to protect you.

After her death, there’s nothing left for you in Romania. You’ve never been allowed to step outside the village walls before because of how agoraphobic and overprotective your dear sister was. You’re scared and anxious to travel abroad all alone, but you have no reason to stay here. After burying Donna with Angie in the family cemetery and giving your final goodbyes, you leave Beneviento Manor without looking back. You travel to England, only bringing your personal favorite doll and some small yet precious family mementos that you cherish.

Somehow you meet Brahms and it’s remarkable how alike he is to both you and your deceased sister. Like Donna he has dark hair, hides his face, and speaks through or otherwise uses a doll that’s important to him to communicate. He, too, loves to play games like Hide-and-Seek with his victims. He’s lonely and doesn’t want you to leave the Heelshire mansion either, just like how Donna forbade you from leaving Beneviento Manor without her. Like you, his life is marred by tragedy. His entire family is deceased and he has lived alone in a creepy old house since his parents committed suicide, just like how you and Donna spent your lives after you lost your own parents in the same manner. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Brahms was a long lost brother of yours that was separated from you at birth. Maybe it’s fortunate he has no blood relation to you. So what happens now? (Platonic or Romantic is up to you)

3. Ghost of Thornton Hall AU: You’re Brahms’ twin sister and were beloved not just by your family, but by the entire village. Everyone who knew you loved you. While Brahms was “odd”, you were everything but. Your parents tried to love you and Brahms equally, but you inevitably became their favorite child. When you died with your brother in a house fire, the village suffered a great loss and everyone mourned you deeply. Even 20 years later, your absence is still felt by the village. Flowers and gifts are left at your grave. Your epitaph reads, “Dear Sweet Y/N, Please Come Back”. Rumors and ghost stories spread that you and your brother still haunt Heelshire Manor. Village children make up the rhyme, “Fire So Red, Night So Black, Dear Sweet Y/N, Please Come Back,” and dare each other to recite it in the cemetery at night over and over until they scare themselves silly. Except you didn’t actually die. You were sent away after Brahms nearly killed you. It was a terrible accident and he never meant to hurt you, but it was too much for your parents to bear. So they faked both of your deaths and sent you abroad to America to live with a new family while they kept Brahms hidden away in England.

On your 28th birthday, your adoptive parents tell you the truth and reveal your birth name (omitting the parts about your brother and the fire). You’re sent a letter in the mail that has no return address, but looks like it’s from someone you know. It’s your friend’s handwriting and signed with their name. You haven’t seen them in a while, but they’re inviting you to their house in the English countryside - all expenses paid. How can you say no? Unbeknownst to you, this is all a trap set up by Brahms to bring you back to Heelshire Manor, whether you remember he’s your brother or not.

On the drive there, you stop by a cemetery and see a beautifully decorated gravestone covered in flowers and gift offerings. With your name and birthdate engraved on it. Naturally, you freak out, especially when you see your death date listed as 20 years ago. You’re not dead! So how and why is this here? You’re perturbed and have so many questions but is this really a mystery you want to unravel? The only place you’ll find answers is inside Heelshire Manor. But If you step foot into that house, there’s no going back. You’ll be past the point of no return. Once you come home, Brahms won’t let you leave.

4. Ghost of Thornton Hall inspired AU: A local newspaper has a front page story that reads as follows: A dreary cloud descended over the English countryside yesterday afternoon as services for Y/N Heelshire brought the entire village to a complete standstill. A large group of mourners braved the pouring rain for a chance to pay their final respects to Ms. Heelshire before the private internment on the Heelshire family’s estate. A beloved and charismatic member of the influential Heelshire clan, Y/N was fatally injured during a fire on the Heelshire estate. Since news of her death, outpourings of grief have been seen throughout town, but none were as spectacular as what occurred during her funeral service. Brahms Heelshire, brother to the deceased, was carried out by local police following a violent outburst. Witnesses allege Brahms Heelshire grew agitated during the services, causing thousands of dollars in damage and a few minor injuries. No witnesses were willing to comment to record and Brahms was later released without charges to the care of his family. There is currently no evidence that what transpired that fateful night was anything more than an accident.

“What’s the story with the locked room upstairs?”

“It’s Y/N’s. We don’t go in there.”

“It might help me figure out what’s going on if I could take a look around.”

“Best of luck. That door locked itself up tight the day of her funeral. There’s not a key in this world that’ll open it. I’ve tried.”

Are you truly dead or has your death been faked by your parents? Did young Brahms intentionally try to kill you or was it truly an unfortunate accident and misunderstanding? Will you one day return home to Heelshire Manor and darken its doorstep or does the ghost of your memory forever haunt the halls? It’s all up to you to decide.

5. Crimson Peak/Haunted Mansion AU (no incest!): You’re Brahms’ twin sister. Since you were children, you’ve had murderous urges like he does. Except while Brahms was “odd” and didn’t have many friends, you were a beautiful little girl who looked and acted sweet. You’ve even fooled your parents into thinking you were a perfect social butterfly. But in secret, you’d do weird things like mutilate your toys, etc. Other kids and adults fell right into your traps. It was easy for you to pretend to cry about being lost before isolating your victims and killing them. Covering it up was also easy: No way could a child overpower an adult or do such a terrible thing! But after Brahms killed Emily Cribbs, your parents faked his death by setting the manor on fire. It was up to you to play the part of the perfect daughter and heiress.

20 years later, you’re a stunningly beautiful woman and shine brightly amongst society. Your parents are deceased, and the wealth you and Brahms have accrued from your inheritance and parents’ wills is drying up. You’ve become a somewhat prominent and popular socialite, so you and Brahms hatch an ingenious plan: You go out in society, travel to America and other countries to seduce wealthy men into marriage. Once you bring them back home to Heelshire Manor after your honeymoon, you work your magic on them until they believe themselves to be in love with you. Any weird or strange noises your new husbands hear in the walls you wave off as just the rats, the old pipes, etc. The house is old and often creaks and “breathes” when it shifts. Any concerns they come to you with, you comfort them but tell them they’re just not used to the English countryside air yet. It usually doesn’t take long for you to convince them to sign the papers and leave everything to you.

You and your brother then kill them together and dispose of their bodies. You put on an award-worthy performance as a worried wife with a missing husband, which soon turns into a grieving widow. Then you collect their money and assets, and repeat the pattern as needed. Gaslight and Girlboss. You’re a very successful Black Widow and everyone in the village is none the wiser because you’re such a convincing actress. Brahms and you cover up your crimes so well. Besides, you’re such a darling and do so much good and charitable work for the village that you would never be capable of doing such a heinous thing! You’re so friendly and everyone in the village loves you. You just have terrible luck in love, that’s all!

6. Orphan inspired AU: Heelshire Manor has become a (in)famous though unofficial haunt. The abandoned house has been an attraction for tourists, ghost hunters, and paranormal investigators around the world ever since rumors and speculations from village pub talk have been spread through word of mouth and posted on the internet, exaggerated over time to garner the most attention. The truth behind the story of Emily Cribbs’ death and the fire at Heelshire Manor has been twisted ever since it first got published on online blogs. What was an unsolved crime has now become a ghost story, an urban legend almost. The manor is said to be haunted by the ghosts of Brahms Heelshire and his sister ever since they both died in a house fire when they were children. Videos posted on TikTok and YouTube show strange phenomenon: Porcelain dolls and other objects moving by themselves, inexplicable noises like knocking, the voices of the ghost children, and telephones ringing when the lines are revealed as disconnected and dead. Doors have been shown to shut and lock on their own, and dead animals that were definitely not there before are left lying about in the open. Threatening messages such as “GET OUT” appear written in blood, etc. Some videos even feature rare sightings of the little Heelshire daughter’s ghost. She looks exactly the same as she did on the day she died.

Except you’re not a ghost and neither is your brother. He’s been moving through secret passageways inside the walls and mimicking the voice of a child perfectly. You were born with a rare genetic disorder that makes you have the appearance and voice of a child even though you’re an adult woman. Unwitting people trespass onto your property and break into your family home to film scary ghost content, so you and Brahms take every advantage. You give them the scares and ghost activity they so desperately want then, when they least expect it, you and Brahms strike. You and your brother murder them even if they’re still recording. The videos capture their final moments as they struggle to fight and survive. You and your brother relish in the sounds of their screams or dying breaths as they gasp for air or choke on their own blood.

You then take their phones and cameras, stopping the recordings at just the right moment before you post the videos yourself. Peoples’ skepticism and eagerness to denounce something as fake for clicks or clout works in your favor and allows you and Brahms to get away with endless murders. You then promptly destroy the phones, cameras, or other recording devices and dispose of them just to be safe. The locals know better but are too afraid to go near your house. Nobody ever heeds their warnings and people keep coming like lambs to the slaughter because they think it’s all fake or staged. And since people think you and Brahms are paid actors and it’s all just an elaborate hoax, nobody is gonna bother to investigate. No matter how many people go missing or end up dead, it’s never going to stop. It’s an endless cycle you and Brahms delight in.

7. You’re dating Stu and Billy. You love them both and they love you so it’s perfect that you share and do things as a trio. But because it’s high school and the 90s, nobody understands your poly relationship and you get relentlessly harassed and bullied in school for dating two guys at the same time. You’re called a whore or slut, sarcastically asked by guys for threesomes or hookups since you, “open your legs for two guys already so what difference would it make”, when you’re just trying to get stuff out of your locker or get to class. Thanks to annoying cliques of popular girls, rumors may start that you even have STDs or are pregnant. Even at home, you get creepy or annoying phone calls from girls asking who’s better in bed or guys asking for sexual favors. You’re tired of all their shit so you disconnect your landline phone, which makes your boyfriends worried when you start skipping class and they can’t get a hold of you anymore.

Billy and Stu find out about the situation sooner or later, whether you tell them or not. When they started their Ghostface killing spree, they didn’t have a motive. But now they do. They start tormenting and killing your harassers and bullies. You don’t know your boyfriends are Ghostface and you may be a suspect for a while and questioned by police, but Billy and Stu don’t like that. They’ll take care of it and clean up their mess so that evidence points to someone else (like Cotton Weary) and you’re cleared. Whether you eventually find out they’re Ghostface or not is up to you. How you react to the reveal of them being Ghostface (whether they confide their secret in you and tell you all they’ve done to protect you, or you find out accidentally by being in the wrong place at the wrong time) is up to you.

8. You’re Sidney’s sister and Mickey’s girlfriend. You’re his muse for his film aspirations and often help him with his amateur filmmaking whether it’s brainstorming ideas, traveling to locations, writing screenplays and scripts, etc. While his intentions were the same as Billy’s when he first met you, everything changed when he unexpectedly grew to love you just as much as he loves film. He doesn’t want you to get mixed up with his Ghostface plot anymore. But his methods of protecting you look suspicious and you start to have doubts and feel uneasy around him. When you vent about Mickey to your classmate, Cici Becker, she puts these ideas in your head that he’s either cheating on you and/or wants to break up and is just waiting for an opportune moment. She compares his behavior to her own shitty “boyfriend”, Ted. Why did he ask Hallie to go with him as his date to the mixer party and didn’t even tell you about it? Why else would he be gone and out late so often or not answer your calls? Little do you know, this is why Ghostface later kills Cici. Similarly, he killed Randy for having the audacity to think he had a chance of scoring or dating you.

All his efforts of protecting you blow up in his face when Nancy Loomis shoots you anyway during the final confrontation. Sidney kills Nancy before the vengeful mother can kill Mickey while he’s distracted and unaware of his surroundings. He’s at your side and trying to stop your bleeding, too busy apologizing to you and asking for your forgiveness. He assures you that you weren’t supposed to be here or get hurt, but you don’t know if you can believe him. You’re torn between pushing him away because you’re scared of him and feel betrayed, or accepting his help because you don’t want to die and you still love him. You know it’s fucked up, but a part of you wishes you could pin all the Ghostface attacks on Nancy somehow. You know you’re not thinking straight due to the blood loss, but a part of you still doesn’t want to see Mickey, your Mickey, dead or in prison. You stop Sidney from killing him and she relents, for now. You’ll all be going on a trip to the hospital, but what will happen between you and Mickey afterwards?

9. 10 Things I Hate About You AU: Mickey is paid off by another student to take you out on dates for whatever reason. He’s asked you out multiple times, but you kept turning him down, aware he’s kind of a player and gets around campus. But he persists and eventually does something like Derek did for Sidney where he makes a spectacle of asking you out. So you finally cave and say yes. What started out as a monetary transaction became genuine as he got to know the real you, past the introverted and antisocial exterior you exhibit at school. You’re tempestuous, feisty, and rebellious, but have a very sweet and sensitive heart deep down. You’re tough but he really likes you. Hell, maybe he even loves you as the semester progresses.

You agree to stay up late to help him with his final project for his Film Studies class, but then you both get distracted and bored with filming the documentary. You decide to film a sex tape instead. Something special and private, just for yours and Mickey’s eyes only. He treats it like a passion project. He directs you and acts alongside you as if you were scene partners in a high class art film. During the filming of this sex tape, you tell Mickey you love him. Even if he doesn’t say it back, you feel like he doesn’t have to. You already know he loves you too. But then everything goes to shit when you overhear a heated exchange between him and the student who’s been paying him off. When your sex tape is mentioned, you think he’s shown the tape to other people and feel used and lied to.

“Nothing in it for you, huh? You were paid to take me out! I knew it was a set-up!”

“It wasn't like that!”

“Really? What was it like? A down payment now, then a bonus for sleeping with me?”

Mickey chases after you and insists that he doesn’t care about the money, he cares about you. But after what you perceive as his betrayal, you refuse to listen. You storm off, accusing him of not being who you thought he was. This drives Mickey to become Ghostface and start killing. He wants revenge on those he believed played a part in turning you against him, starting with the punk who bribed him. He’ll come up with a plan to make things right and win you back, one way or another. Even if he has to eventually kidnap you and/or pretend to be the hero and save you from Ghostface. He’ll come up with an elaborate plan and find a way to prove his love for you is real. Even if he has to commit a few murders along the way and pin them on someone else.

10. You’re Sidney’s sister and have been dating Mickey. Murders start happening again following the release of Stab and you get calls from a new Ghostface. You ask Mickey if you can come over; it’s very important that you talk to him in private and it can’t wait. When you arrive at his dorm, Mickey is concerned about your mental and emotional state. You don’t look well. You’re paranoid and stressed, still traumatized from the Woodsboro Ghostface attacks 2 years ago. He acts as a loving and supportive boyfriend, comforting you and distracting you from your anxious thoughts with kisses and more. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stayed over at his dorm nor would it be the first time you’ve slept together, but this time feels like a goodbye. You urge Mickey to stay away from you for his own safety because Ghostface is after you and your sister again. Whoever it is won’t hesitate to kill your loved ones to get to you. You tell him you’re leaving town and try to break things off, but Mickey is stubborn and refuses to let you go. He loves you and swears he’ll protect you, but he feels like there’s something else you’re not telling him and demands to know what it is. He blocks the door and stops you from leaving. You’re acting weird and look like a sleep deprived mess, so you’re not going anywhere until you tell him what’s going on with you. You break down and reveal it’s not just you or Sidney you’re worried about anymore: You’re pregnant with Mickey’s child.

After that, things seem okay between you and Mickey. The killings have slowed down so maybe it’s over. But then you inadvertently find a Ghostface costume hidden amongst all his stuff in his dorm while he’s out, and you rightfully assume the worst - that he’s playing you the same way Billy played Sidney. Mickey admits that while that was the original plan, the plan changed when he unexpectedly fell in love with you. He swears he wasn’t the one calling you and that it was his partner, Nancy Loomis. He told her to stop and leave you be after you told him about your pregnancy, but it seems Nancy didn’t listen. He’s lied to you all this time and you don’t know if you can trust him anymore. It isn’t until after the final confrontation when he saves you from Nancy and takes a bullet meant for you that you believe him. He put his own life on the line to save yours. To hell with the film, Mickey wants his family. He wants you and your unborn child more than fame.

11. When you were a baby or toddler, your parents were taking you on a family road trip. They stopped at Luda’s shop for gas and/or snacks. A new and young mother of two boys herself, Luda adored you at first sight. She noticed your eyes were two different colors. You were unique and special just like her sweet Thomas. He’s about your age too, or maybe a little older. Your mom and dad were polite as one of them held you in their arms and told you to say hello to the nice lady, waving your arm for you because you were too shy. Luda gave you an old but pretty doll to play with, and your little smile made her heart swell at how cute you were. You were such a sweetheart and she was sad to watch you leave, but was happy you had parents who loved you despite your mismatched eyes.

When your parents later hit a cow in the middle of the road and died upon impact, Charlie Sr. came along and found you in the backseat, covered in your parents’ blood. He cursed to himself when he heard your shrill crying and screaming. You were confused and frightened but luckily unharmed. He pulled you from the bloody wreckage before the sheriff could show up and take you away. His wife always wanted a daughter, so he brought you back to the house. After he told Luda what happened, she cleaned you up. She rocked you back and forth, hushing you and lulling you to sleep. What a horrific tragedy to have befallen your lovely parents and for you to be in the middle of it. Luckily you were young enough that you wouldn’t remember your birth parents or anything from what’s happened. She’ll love you and raise you as her own. Tommy will have a sister to play with. What’s your upbringing like as you grow up with the Hewitts? With your eye condition and his skin disease, what are you and Thomas like as siblings from childhood to adulthood?

12. You died at Camp Crystal Lake and Jason, this poor man, was so devastated that he was in denial and didn’t want to bury you. He’d just tuck your deceased body into bed or on the couch like you were only sleeping and Pamela had to softly tell him it’d be best to bury you properly. Her sweet boy was hurting and her voice comforted him as best as it could. So he buries you, his best friend and lover, in your favorite spot in the camp. He leaves wildflowers for you every day he visits. Of course Jason would be merciless to those that caused your death (if it was caused through foul play and not by an accident or natural causes) and any trespassers after that. One day a group of typical teenagers at Crystal Lake were telling scary ghost stories and fucking around with a ouija board, or one teen in particular was just being absolutely stupid in trying to go around the camp and "resurrect the Camp Blood Slasher" as a joke.

But joke’s on them, it resurrected you instead of Jason. When you come back and Jason sees your grave is empty and has been disturbed, he thinks someone stole your body. He’s about to go on a rage fueled murder spree - until he finds you in his cabin. Your hair, skin and clothes are covered in dirt and grime. You’re shaking like a leaf and your eyes are wide like a startled deer. You know you died, you still remember that day so vividly. So you have no idea how you’re here now. You’re alarmed that you have no heartbeat or pulse. You have no need to breathe like a normal human. What’s happened? Why are you like this? What day is it? Somehow, you’re now risen and immortal, just like Jason. But while he’s a zombie, you may be more like a vampiric creature that needs blood to survive. Jason has to do his best to console and comfort you like how Frankenstein’s Creature tried to do with his Bride. There, there. You’re safe now and back home with Jason. He’ll never let anything bad happen to you ever again. He’ll teach you what he knows about being undead as best as he can.

13. Orphan/Criminal Minds inspired AU: You’re Asa Emory’s younger sister and the only other member of his family who survived your insane father’s familicide and macabre setting of the dinner table. The experience fucked you both up and warped your minds. The chemicals your father injected you with didn’t kill you, but they stunted your growth permanently. You escaped with Asa before your father could kill or stuff either of you, but you’re frozen in the body of a little girl. Even as an adult woman, your petite stature makes you look and sound like a child. Sometimes your brother takes you with him on “exterminator jobs” and lets you design or set traps. Other times you’ll lure in victims by pretending to be lost or in need of help. Most people can’t ignore a child in distress and you’re such a good actress. You’re so relieved and thankful to Asa for not infantilizing you. He speaks to you and treats you like the adult you are when you’re in the privacy of your house or otherwise not hunting for victims.

But you’re often angry and envious of adult women, frustrated at your own body. You ask your dear brother to bring back “dolls” for you to play with when he’s working. You’re both artists; While he’s a licensed Entomologist, you’re a master seamstress. He creates masterpieces with his collection of insects while you create beautiful garments for your victims. Asa steals jewelry from houses for your personal use. Sometimes you use parts from different bodies to mix and match in order to create the “perfect woman”: What you think you’d look like as an adult had you been able to grow normally. After you sew the body parts together, Asa preserves your work through embalming and puts it in the hotel.

Other times, you ask Asa to bring back beautiful women alive. These women are abducted by your brother and then paralyzed due to being heavily sedated with drugs through an IV. They’re conscious but cannot move or speak. You wash them, tend to their wounds, dress them up in clothing you made, and do their hair and makeup. You pose them however you want and talk to them like they’re your friends. You care for them until you either grow bored or they inevitably die from the drugs. Asa disposes of them or moves them to his hotel for his own artwork. As fucked up as it is, you and Asa truly love each other as siblings should. You do what you can to protect and care for each other and keep yourselves safe and under the radar.

14. Doctors were able to save Jesse’s baby by performing a post-mortem C-section after his wife killed herself. But knowing what kind of man he is and the gruesome details about the heinous crimes he’s committed, they falsely reported that you died in the womb along with your mother so that Jesse wouldn’t think to come after you and you could have a chance at a normal life. You were adopted by a new family and live under a new name, but sooner or later Jesse finds out one way or another that his child is out there somewhere, alive. He’s livid at this deception. He’s gonna make the people who faked your death and kept you away from him all these years wish they had never been born. Death is too merciful when there are many a worse fate he can arrange. He may even kill your adoptive parents just to eliminate all obstacles that would potentially get in the way of him taking you back. Either way, he’s going to kidnap you. It’s inevitable.

He’s your father and he loves you, even if he shows it in strange or scary ways since he can’t talk and is often surrounded by blood, gore, and death (Remember how he used a creepy Text-To-Speech program with his victims’ voice recordings on his phone and patted Princess’s head with his knife? Yeah. It’d be like that). When the time is right, he may even show you his face and tell you the story of what happened to him. When he heard the tragic news from Spann, he mourned for you rather than for his wife. While she was a means to an end to keep up a cover, he wanted more than anything to have a child of his bloodline to carry on his legacy. He never loved her, but he always loved you from the minute his wife told him she was pregnant. Once he has you back, he’s going to call you by the name he would’ve given you. The name your adoptive parents gave you is wrong. Your past life is dead. You always have been and always will be a Cromeans.

He’s filthy rich so he’ll spoil you and give you practically anything that your heart desires. But he’ll keep you under close watch and heavily guarded. Every room in the massive and luxurious mansion you live in has security cameras monitoring your every step. You feel like a bird in a gilded cage. Of course you can go outside and go anywhere you want! A trusted employee just has to drive and accompany you everywhere you want to go. Doesn’t matter if you’re old enough to drive and have a license or not. He won’t let you escape. He’s missed out on so much and he wants to get to know everything about you. He wants to mentor you and raise you to be his heir. One day you’ll inherit his “business” when you’re old enough and he either retires or is gone. Everything will be left to you and you’ll want for nothing. He’ll kill anyone who tries to usurp him or steal your rightful inheritance (cough Preston cough). He’s trying his best to be a good father, but given his line of work, well, it’s…complicated.

15. You and the slasher of your choosing love to make snuff films/sex tapes. You kill your victims in creative ways because you’re not just committing murder, you’re making ✨art✨. You do all sorts of weird stuff with your “subjects” (use your imagination) and then have sex in their large blood puddles while they bleed out and/or next to their freshly deceased bodies. You film it all on tape. You and your slasher are smart and resourceful so that the tapes can never be traced back to you or fall into the wrong hands and get exposed to the wrong people. You use voice modulators, never show your faces, etc. You’re both sick and twisted, but you aren’t incompetent or stupid to incriminate yourselves. You could send your tapes directly to the police and they’d never find you. That’s how experienced and skilled you both are.

16. Near Dark and House of Wax Crossover ideas: Your older brother, Severen, made the stipulation that he wouldn’t join the clan unless he could bring you with him and turn you when you became an adult. You were still a child or teenager at the time and were his responsibility in your human life. You’re the only person in his family that he ever loved and he practically raised you (for better or worse). While you were still human, the clan would use you as a lure to fish for victims or to run errands for them during the day. Severen taught you how to defend yourself and gave you a trusty weapon to carry with you in case of trouble since he couldn’t be with you during daylight. In your vampire life, Severen’s love for you remains the same. Your brother can be cruel, violent, aggressive, and sadistic. But as your vampire sire, he taught you how to use your beauty and charm to seduce your victims. He emphasized the importance of never showing hesitation about killing. He and you make a chaotic duo. You hot-wire cars to go on high speed joyrides and eat the cops that try to pull you over, commit arson and theft, etc. You put on ✨performances✨ whenever you murder. It’s not enough to just kill. Yawn! That’s boring. You and Severen have to dress up and play a role. You have to make up a character or story. Or walk over a bar counter and slit throats with your boot spurs, etc.

Your road trips with your clan land you in Ambrose where you meet the Sinclair brothers. You really like them, especially Bo. He’s handsome, charming - A dangerous yet cunning murderer. Just like his brothers. All three of them put on stunning performances! Lester gives lost folks a ride into town, Bo sabotages their cars while they sleep then plays the part of a friendly mechanic, and Vincent silently lurks and slinks in the shadows. The brothers work together to murder their victims and put their embalmed bodies on display in the wax museum. Sometimes their victims are still alive while paralyzed in wax and posed. How avant-garde!

You spend most of your time with Bo during your stay and Severen hates that. He hates any human who has the audacity to flirt with or try to seduce his baby sister. It’s always been you and him for over a century! He doesn’t like that Bo is butting in and taking up your attention and time. He once saw you and Bo turn up the music in the garage and go downstairs to some secret room. He knew what you and Bo were doing down there and nearly blew a gasket. It took every last bit of self restraint for him to not barge in there and rip Bo’s head off from his shoulders and gorge on his blood. He had to leave and go out hunting to calm down.

Severen loves you, so he’ll begrudgingly tolerate Bo but his patience has always been thin. You may have to turn Bo and take him as your companion if you want him to live. If Bo isn’t your mate, your brother will probably snap and cut off his face or kill him in the most horrific way he can think of. The only thing stopping him right now is you, since you seem happy with Bo and are in love with him. (Don’t worry, Bo and Severen will warm up to each other and become best friends eventually. They’re very much alike.) Even if you have to turn Lester and Vincent and bring them along to get Bo to agree to your terms of joining the clan, that’s no problem. They’d be useful with their talents and welcome additions.

OR

You’re the youngest Sinclair and only daughter, so your elder brothers are very overprotective and almost smothering in how much they love and look after you. (Maybe you were born kind of sickly and that chronic sickness has been with you all throughout your life, even as an adult.) They practically raised you since Trudy and Victor were absent or neglectful even when they were alive. It was always one of your brothers who had to watch over you to make sure you didn’t run too far away when playing outside. They were your playmates and kept a close eye on you to make sure you didn’t get hurt or kidnapped. If you did get sick or hurt, they took care of you and made sure you had the right medicine and everything you needed.

Bo killed your father to protect you when the doctor went mad after Trudy’s death and tried to “fix you” with his heinous medical experiments. You would’ve been killed if your eldest brother hadn’t acted and shot Victor with his own shotgun. When he and Vincent were old enough, they pulled you and Lester out of foster care and brought you back home to Ambrose. You’re an adult now, and shit goes down when Severen and his clan just randomly drop in unannounced at Ambrose. Lester didn’t drive them in. Who are these punks? The cowboy vampire seems drawn to you and is stuck to your side like glue from the moment he meets you, always incredibly flirty and charming. Your brothers probably don’t like that but what can they do against a vampire clan? What can they do against a vampire who’s found his mate and it just so happens to be their baby sister? That’s right, nothing!

Severen hates that you’re hurting and suffering from your chronic illness. The medication you have to take and strict routine you live by daily seems like a lot just to remain somewhat functioning. He’s disappointed whenever your brothers interrupt your time together and take you back to the house to rest because your illness is worsening. The creep that he is, he may climb through your bedroom window to watch over you while you sleep just in case you need something while your brothers are busy murdering people. He’ll want to turn you sooner rather than later so that your illness dies off with your human self. The transformation is painful and difficult, but you’ll become not only stronger and faster, but also incredibly hotter. You’re hot now, so imagine how sexy you’ll be as a vampire!

But your brothers can be stubborn and will need lots of convincing first. Of course they’d love it if you were healthy! if vampirism can truly expel the illness from your body and it’s what you want, they won’t stop you from making that choice. But they’re not just gonna give you away to some vampire as if you’re property, even if he is your “mate”. Something this serious calls for a good ol’ sit down with the entire clan at the kitchen table. Good thing the vampires have all night, because this discussion is gonna take hours. Your brothers are gonna pull an all nighter while they interrogate the vampires and set down some ground rules. Severen would do anything to have you, even if it meant turning all of your brothers into vampires. They’re your family too, so If you want them to join the clan and they agree to being turned, he’ll welcome new members in without complaint for once.

[weird-brain666]

Hi! This is my rules for my request. My first language is not english, sorry for the mistakes.

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What I will write

X male reader/ X gender neutral reader

Trans reader

Fluff

NSFW [only for male character]

Headcanons

SFW alphabet

NSFW alphabet [only for male character]

platonic relationship

Comfort oneshot/senario/hcs

Kinky things

What I will not write

Ped0phillia

child character x reader non-platonic relationship

female character NSFW [sorry im gay, im doing guys]

k!nk that make me uncomfortable [poop kink, vore, food and more] [nothing wrong with it im just uncomfortable with them]

Trans front hole penetration

non-con/sa

Abuse [it okay if it "character comfort reader" type of senario]

Specific reader [I want my content to be relatable for everyone, can be more general specification like feminin/muscular or something]

specific skin color reader [again I want my content to be relatable for everyone and im withe so I dont know the everyday life of POC or thier tradition so I will always stay vague on the readers race]

Angst without fluff

Female/fem reader

Who I will write for

CREEPYPASTA

Jeff the killer

Eyeless jack

Laughing jack

Jason the toymaker

Nina the killer

Jane the killer

Homicidal liu

Ticcy toby

Ben drowned [only sfw, he's a kid!]

Sally [only sfw, she's a kid!]

Doctor smile

Nathan the nobody

Clockwork

Candypop

Slenderman

Tim/masky

Brian/hoodie

[You can ask other creepypastas and i will tell you if i know them enough to feel comfortable writing them.]

SLASHERS

Michael Myers [OG or RZ version, specify please]

Bubba Swayer

Freddy Krueger [OG version only]

Jason Voorhees

Otis Driftwood

Hannibal Lecter [OG version]

Asa Emory / the collecter

Jesse Cromeans / chromeskull

[You can ask for others I will tell you if im comfortable writing for them]

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[thesightstoshowyou]

Permission

Part 6

Asa Emory x AFAB Reader x Jesse Cromeans (NSFW)

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5)

Summary: Chromeskull joins the party.

Warnings: Implied Stockholm syndrome, blood, heavy gore, minor character death, violence, threats, use of “she,” nonconsensual face fucking, a little daddy kink, Asa and Jesse flirting.

A/N: Hohoho lookie here! Finally, a part 6 to my multi chapter Asa fic! I thought it would be fun to add Jesse into the mix and tie my little universe all together

*You can find more poly Reader/SkullCollector fics on my Masterlist*

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The untouched mug on the counter grows cold as you stand frozen in the kitchen. You stare, wide-eyed, at the calendar hanging on the wall. It’s Friday again.

Asa has been gone for an entire week. Seven whole days. This is the longest he’s ever left you alone with no explanation.

Something must be wrong.

You’re certain if the Collector had been stopped, the story would be endlessly broadcasted on every station. There has been nothing on the news about his capture. So, the question remains:

Is he dead?

Had a trap gone awry, a victim escaped, gained the upper hand?

The thought should fill you with glee, elation, relief. You could be going home any day now. Yet, all you feel is cold dread, fear so heavy in your gut it’s made you too sick to even finish your coffee.

What do you do?

Slowly, your gaze shifts until you’re eyeing Asa’s dogs. They’re both staring at you intently, ears perked, like they know what you’re thinking. You’ve seen first hand what they can do to a person. You were warned, and the Collector doesn’t make empty threats. They’ll tear you to shreds the moment you reach for the door handle.

But you can’t stay here until the groceries run out.

You exit the kitchen, deliberately ignoring the front door as you move. Paws click on hardwood as the hounds follow, only pausing their measured pursuit when you ascend the stairs.

It takes some fiddling with the weighty lock on the medicine cabinet, but you eventually manage to work it open. Mismatched eyes scan the bottles until you find what you’re looking for: Diphenhydramine.

Pills rattle as the bottle rests in your trembling hand. In your mind, a battle rages. Asa will kill you if you accidentally overdose his dogs. There’s no question about that. You’re fairly certain you know the dose to give them, confident even.

But, say you’re successful? He’ll most certainly kill you for leaving the house.

How will you get to the hotel? You know where it is, a fact you’ve kept hidden from the Collector. Once, in the days of your imprisonment, you’d found a tear in the peeling wallpaper, a hole in the rotting wall beyond. The terrain was familiar, a place you knew was close to the shooting range your uncle used to take you as a child.

Then, after you make it to the hotel? Asa will kill you for knowing where it’s located, for showing up unannounced. You’ll be too much of a liability.

All options lead to death. There is no outcome that will ensure your survival.

But you were dead the moment you fell into that trunk anyway.

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You spare one final look at the dogs sprawled out on the living room floor, furry chests rising and falling with slow, sedated breaths before you depart, front door clicking shut behind you. Silently, you cross the porch, descend the stairs, hurry into the moonless night.

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Sweating, panting, you deposit the e-bike you’d stolen behind a pile of scrap metal. Even with the help of the little electric motor, you’re exhausted. Sitting around Asa’s house all day isn’t doing your stamina any favors.

Quietly, you sneak around to the back of the dilapidated hotel. It stands silent, casting an ominous shadow. Any passerby would be oblivious to the house of horrors contained within. You’d never wanted to return as long as you lived.

Yet, here you are.

There’s a crack in one of the boards covering a set of windows. Carefully, you wedge your fingers into the break and pull, peeling away the plywood little by little. Every snap makes you jump and whip your head over your shoulder, but your noise alerts no one. You may very well be alone out here.

Once enough board has been peeled away, you reach in to lift the latch on the widow. It takes several long minutes of shoving and wiggling before the ancient frame gives and slides open. Hastily, you squeeze inside.

The smell hits you first; bleach, medical grade antiseptic, musty carpet, dust, all with an undercurrent of rancid decay. It’s like a punch in the gut, the scent bringing back the worst memories of your life. You clap a hand over your mouth and nose to silence your surprised cough.

From down the hall comes the rattling of chains, gurgling snarls. You hurry in the opposite direction.

Behind a stack of dusty, peeling books you find the hidden staircase. Hastily, you shove them to the side, heave open the creaky door, slip through. You are certain to close it tightly, lest any of those…people try to follow.

You’re careful on the stairs. Unsteady metal bars rattle under your hands as you ascend, one squeaky step at a time. You skip the top one—it is set to give way, something sharp undoubtably waiting below.

Now, you’ve reached the second level, the one with which you are most familiar. Still, you tread with extreme caution. Asa may have moved traps, changed things since you were last here. To come all this way just to be impaled would be less than ideal.

No sign of the Collector yet. You ponder where to search first. Raising your gaze, you make eye contact with the camera perched in the corner of the hallway. If he’s in the control room, he will know you’re here. The thought constricts your throat. Images of his cold, furious expression float to the forefront of your mind.

Stop it, stop thinking. Keep walking.

Carefully, you traverse the wide, main hallway leading to the display room. Ease over a trip wire, skirt around a loose floorboard. The huge wooden doors are ajar, just enough for you to slip past.

It’s quiet inside, eerily so. Icy blue light emanates from the display cases and makes the room feel colder than it actually is. Distantly, you hear mechanical whirring, but it’s further away, down the other hallway maybe—

Movement across the room, in your peripheral.

You startle, head snapping in the direction you saw something large and black slinking behind one of the glowing cases. For a one, hopeful moment, you think it’s Asa, but then….

A man emerges from behind a case, pale light glinting off the shiny, chrome skull mask he wears. He’s tall, incredibly so. He wears torn black nitrile gloves and a black button up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tattoos littering his forearms. You notice one of the sleeves of his shirt is torn at the shoulder, dried blood visible on the skin underneath. He has more slashes on his neck, and he appears to be limping, though it’s difficult to tell with how he swaggers as he admires the macabre creations suspended within the displays.

Confidence. Recklessness. The man wears these characteristics as plain as the gleaming mask on his face

He pauses when he spots you trembling on the other side of the room and a moment of tense silence passes between the two of you. Slowly, curiously, his head tilts to the side and you can almost feel his eyes—hidden in the dark holes of the mask—tracing your figure.

A blinking red light catches your eye and you frown when you spot the camera mounted on his shoulder. Odd. What could that be for…?

From his pocket, the man in the mask produces a cell phone. Quickly, he types up a message and holds up the phone. You flinch when the phone screams at you, what sounds like various terrified women yelling his message:

‘Where did you come from, piggy?’

Unease twists your stomach in knots. You take one step backward. Slowly, the man withdraws his other hand from his pocket. Clutched in his palm is a massive, serrated blade. Your eyes grow wide as he nonchalantly swings it around a gloved finger.

You’ve seen enough.

Turning on your heel, you flee, hopping through the gap in the door and sprinting down the hall. Behind you, the door bangs open, smashing against the the wall, and you hear the click and whir of a trap. That should do it—

Spikes fly down from the ceiling, poised to skewer, but the man merely steps to the side, effortlessly dodging the trap. How did…?

Understanding hits, a missing puzzle piece snapping into place. This is why Asa has been gone for a week. This man. His injuries…these must have been inflicted by the Collector.

Is Asa hurt too?

Is he dead?

You don’t have time to linger and think. The man is already stalking toward you, knife at the ready, boots thunking on ancient hardwood.

You’re off in a blink, hurrying around the corner and down the next hall. You fly past rooms, duck under wires, hop over triggers. You turn left, then right.

Slowing, you listen. Silence greets you. Are you still being pursued?

Don’t wait around to find out.

Cautiously, you search around you for a set of stairs. You’re fairly certain there is a staircase around here….

A startled shriek rips from your throat when strong arms seize you around the waist, haul you off your feet, drag you into a nearby room. The door slams shut and you grunt when you’re smashed back against a crumbling wall. Glancing up, your eyes widen when find yourself face to face with an incredulous, unmasked Asa Emory.

His expression darkens and you feel him tense as he prepares to throttle you, but you’re the first to react.

“Asa!” you exclaim, leaping into his arms and wrapping your own around him. His familiar scent—musky cedar, cigarette smoke—fills your lungs and your racing heart calms, swells. Asa’s own arms hover next to you, half-outstretched as he stands frozen in place, like he’s unsure where to put them.

Coming back to himself, the Collector grips your shoulders tightly and pushes you back against the wall. “Why are you here?” he hisses, shaking you slightly for emphasis.

“I was…I thought…I thought you were dead!” you reply, tears welling up in your eyes. Asa’s brows raise, then furrow. He fixes you with a hard, calculating stare, like he’s looking for something.

You notice his eyes then. Dark purple circles sit underneath, darker than normal. He’s exhausted. Has he gotten any sleep all week? Next, a slash of red draws your gaze, your eyes falling to his chest. His sweater is torn, the skin beneath sliced open. His knuckles are bloody too, you notice, and there’s dried, flaking crimson caked on his left ear.

“You’re hurt,” you whisper, pressing your fingers to his chest. He shakes his head, like it doesn’t matter.

“You saw him,” he states. It’s not a question but you nod. “Is he close?”

“I don’t know. Who—

Asa doesn’t let you finish. He grips your wrist, throws open the door, peeks outside before dragging you out and around another turn, past a hidden doorway, down a flight of stairs. You pass that room—the one filled with bloody instruments, stainless steel gurneys, vials of evil smelling liquids, terrariums, and empty, torn trunks—and enter another.

He closes and locks this door as you survey the various monitors mounted on the walls, the costumes and weapons hanging on hooks. The control room. On a nearby table sits a huge, serrated knife, the twin to the one the masked man wields. The Collector must have gotten it away from him during a skirmish.

You turn to face Asa, timid, terrified he’s going to hurt you for showing up here, but you find his weary gaze elsewhere. He’s watching the screens, dark eyes scanning, searching for the intruder.

You both spot him at the same time, strolling along one of the second floor hallways. He peers inside rooms, swinging that heinous blade around a finger like he has all the time in the world. Is he still looking for you, or for the Collector?

Asa sighs and slumps into a chair. Finally, he glances in your direction. The annoyance in his eyes makes you bite your lip and flinch and, on reflex, you drop to your knees.

The Collector blinks wearily and exhales sharply through his nose. “Watch him.” he orders, pointing at the screen. Earnestly, you nod, jumping to your feet once more and gluing your eyes to the screen.

Rustling behind you tempts you to look, but fear of disobeying more orders keeps you still. Tearing of paper, clinking of something metallic—easy to ignore—but it’s the hiss of pain that makes you twist around.

Asa’s shirt is gone and he fumbles with the antiseptic, the strange angle of the laceration on his chest difficult to see on his own. You hesitate for a moment, but the shaking of his hands prompts you to act.

Watching the man in the chrome skull mask out of the corner of your eye, you take the antiseptic-soaked gauze from the Collector’s fingers and gently dab along his wound. You wager his pure exhaustion is the only thing keeping him from gutting you on the spot, but if the tense look on his face is anything to go by, you’re in for it later.

If there is a later.

Asa hands you the liquid bandage and, as you carefully apply it along injured flesh, the deep vibration of his chest heralds his voice.

“There have been a series of murders in the south. You’ve seen it on the news, I assume.” You nod, vaguely recalling the story: Videotapes sent to police showing the brutal murders of various women.

Wait. Videotapes? You glance at the monitors again.

The camera on his shoulder.

“Him?” you exclaim, looking back to Asa in shock.

The Collector nods. “He fits the description.” You don’t question how he knows this. Instead, you wonder why the man is here. Your question must show on your face because he murmurs, “I’m not entirely sure why he’s here, but I suspect it’s something to do with me.”

He can read your damn mind.

You reach for more gauze to take care of his split knuckles, but find the first aid kit empty. He’s used it all up.

You know where to find more though….

“No,” Asa snaps, shaking his head when you raise your gaze to his face. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you glance at the monitors. The man is all the way on the other end of the floor above. You could make it back with more gauze before he noticed….

Asa’s hand darts out, grips your jaw, squeezes hard as he forces you to meet his frigid gaze. “No.” It’s sharp, final, the look on his face sending a thrill of icy fear down your spine. He’s had more than enough of your disobedience.

“Yes, Sir,” you whisper, eyes lowering submissively. A strained beat passes, your jaw beginning to ache under Asa’s rough grip. Worse pain is finally coming, you’re sure of it—

Calloused digits ghost along your upper arm and you flinch in surprise, eyes flying back up to his face. Heat instantly curls in your belly, a conditioned response to the way his hungry gaze assesses your frightened expression. It only takes the pressure of his thumb tugging down your bottom lip for a whimper to sneak past your teeth.

The Collector seems to remember himself then. There’s a quick inhale as he sits back, eyes snapping to the monitors, hands releasing you, pushing you away. Your own hand flies to your chest to feel your heart hammering under your palm. Thickly, you swallow, steadying yourself. On screen, the intruder still stalks through the halls, nearer than he was last time you looked.

Leaning his head back against the wall, Asa’s eyes close. Your own flit between his face and the cameras, the masked man closer now. He’s directly above you both, near the secret staircase. Back to Asa, his arms are lax, his breathing steady…. Asleep. How exhausted he must be to allow himself to sleep while you’re here, awake.

Back to the monitor, the man now picks at something on the wall, head tilted to the side, inquisitive, searching. He’s going to find it, the little divot in the wall revealing the hidden entrance.

You look to the door lock—will it hold—then back to Asa’s sleeping figure—should you wake him—long fingers sneak under the hook, pull, loud creaking of wood, it’s open, he’s on the stairs—

“Asa,” you hiss, hands wringing in front of you. The Collector doesn’t respond, doesn’t move, too fatigued to be pulled from his slumber. Thump, thump, thump, you hear the measured steps as the intruder descends the hidden staircase.

Do something! Distraction. You need to make some kind of distraction, something to draw his attention away from the both of you.

There’s no thought in your head as you move to the door, tug it open, slip outside, close it again. Going right will take you down to the basement, to the pen of the Collector’s drugged once-humans. To your left, the room of empty trunks and medical supplies, the staircase just beyond.

Left it is.

You reach the medical room just as the man rounds the corner. Spotting you, he doesn’t hesitate this time and instead sprints directly toward you with a surprising burst of speed. Heart leaping into your throat, you dive through the doorway, slam the door shut, twist the heavy lock.

The man rams into the door and you yelp, stumbling back into an empty gurney, sending it clattering and crashing into a closed trunk. A desperate, muffled scream from within pulls another shriek from you, your hands flying up to your mouth.

There’s someone else in here!

WHAM, WHAM!

He kicks the door, metal thudding noisily under his boot. Next to you, the trunk wails and shudders.

Shit, now what? You had not intended to endanger another person, even if their fate has already been sealed. But, if you linger too long, the man will move on down the hall, finding the control room and a helpless, dozing Asa….

Your sweaty palm closes around a scalpel. Swearing internally at your poor excuse for a plan, you twist the lock then jump back, scurrying across the room as far away from the door as you can get.

Silence.

Then, the handle rattles as it’s twisted, hinges squealing as the door swings open. In saunters your pursuer, his frame filling up the entire doorway, fluorescents gleaming off the chrome skull mask.

You stare at one another, your hands trembling, his reaching in his pocket for his knife and his phone. Keys click and you wonder what shouted message awaits. You brace, muscles tense, ready to fight or flee.

‘Pretty piggy, aren’t you? Are you his little house pet—

Screaming startles you both. “HELP, OH GOD, PLEASE!” shrieks the contents of the wobbling trunk. The man glances from the trunk back to you, like he’s waiting for an explanation. Shouldn’t he know what they’re for by now?

You say nothing, shuddering breath the only sound leaving your lips. The man shrugs, stalks over to the trunk, kicks it over. It hits the floor with a clunk, a stifled groan sounding within. Locks click and the lid swings open.

With a cry, a young man claws his way out of the trunk, arms flailing, blood and sweat and dirt staining his clothes and splashed across his skin. You can only watch, trepidation turning to nausea in your gut as the man in the mask grabs him by the hair, twists him around so he’s facing you.

The man from the trunk is weak from dehydration and exhaustion, his fingers uselessly tugging at his captor’s arm. A pathetic wail leaves his chapped lips when the serrated blade passes before his wild eyes.

There’s no chance for him, you realize, terror gripping your chest when the point of the knife sets against the victim’s ear. The man in the mask looks directly at you then and you can almost see the smile through chrome.

Your gasped, “Wait!” is interrupted by a sickening crunch as steel is forced into the ear canal and the skull beyond. The young man’s shocked expression freezes, goes slack, twists as the blade saws through flesh and bone. The cracking, snapping, squelching of sinew, the splatter of gore onto concrete makes you gag, stumble back, slap a palm over your mouth.

He doesn’t bother to look away from you, seemingly more intrigued by your reaction than what’s happening to the seizing body in his clutches. You so desperately want to tear your gaze away, but you don’t dare, not when you’re next. Not with the way he’s eyeing your quivering form like a hungry predator.

Your heart skips a beat when he glances down to grab hold of the mangled jaw bone. It’s the only chance he’s going to give you.

Go.

You sprint toward the open door.

Thud, thud, CRASH.

He smashes into you so hard it sends you careening into the wall, your skull cracking against its hard surface. Your vision blurs, darkens. Your knees buckle. The scalpel clatters to the floor, forgotten.

You would have crumpled to the ground if not for the hand gripping you around the throat, holding you up, torn, black nitrile squeaking against the skin of your throat.

Asa?

You blink. Blink again. Blurred vision clears. No. No, not Asa.

You must squint your eyes when a bright phone screen is shoved in your face. Dizzy, you read the typed message before it’s shouted at you:

‘Gotcha.’

Your dazed reflection stares back at you as the man bends, chrome mask level with your face. He glances down to type and you’re frozen in place when you realize he’s holding the knife, blade bathed in crimson. Across the room, the young man lays motionless, empty trunk at his side.

‘Who is he? What’s with the trunks?’ shrieks the phone. He wants you to tell him about Asa. You glance into the dark eye holes of the mask and shake your head.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

‘C’mon, doll. You don’t want to ruin his pretty toy, do you? How long has he had this place?’ As you read the text, the bloody knife is pushed between your shivering legs, flat of the blade coming to a rest at the apex of your thighs. A squeak leaves you, your body tensing, blood rushing furiously in your ears. Again, recklessly, you shake your head.

A huff sounds from behind the mask. The man shrugs as if to say, ‘Suit yourself.’ Reaching up to his shoulder, he presses a button on his shoulder camera. Red light flashes. He’s recording. There’s pressure against your groin—oh god you’re really about to die this time—

Everything disappears all at once—the hand around your throat, solid chest against your arm, steel on your crotch—seconds before a knife whooshes past your face, so close the air disturbs your hair as it passes. Following its path, you see Asa poised in the doorway, hand extended. He stares daggers at you and the masked man who has backed away across the room.

A shivering breath leaves you and you scurry to the Collector’s side, heedless of the ire radiating off him in waves. You’re in so much trouble, you’re dead, he’s going to cut you into little tiny pieces and feed you to his bugs….

‘Loyal doggy you have there. Where do I get me one of those?’

The man nods toward you when his phone speaks for him. You glance up at Asa. His face is unreadable, cold expression firmly in place. The mask tilts back down as another message is typed. You hold your breath. The Collector waits. Above you, fluorescent lights buzz.

‘Nice set up you got here. How much you charging for rent?’

You frown. The man’s shoulders shake in silent laughter. He’s…making jokes?

Asa is silent, still. You wonder what he’s planning. More keyboard clicking heralds another message:

‘Tough crowd. Alright, this has been fun, but I need a steak and something to fuck before I lose my shit.’

Before you can even react, there’s a wheezing exhale to your left. You must do a double take, your jaw dropping when you discover the sound came from Asa. He’d…he laughed.

Your eyes dart from one man to the other. They exchange something, some look you can’t read, some feeling you can’t place. There’s a shift in the tension, like a wave receding. Asa’s chin lifts slightly as the other man’s head tips minutely to the left. Are they…communicating?

The cell is back out, quick taps, and then, ‘Unless you’ll let me borrow that one’s mouth.’ He points to you as the words are screamed from the speaker.

Incredulous, you can’t suppress the scoff. You wait for Asa’s quick retort—

“Go ahead.”

Your eyes bug out of your head, “W-What—

But, the man in the mask crosses the room before you can finish. He twists a hand in your hair, drags you away, shoves you to your knees. You cry out when they crack against concrete, then hiss and squirm as he works his pants open.

“Behave,” Asa commands and you freeze, staring pleadingly at him out of the corner of your eye. He stands as still as a statue. When he meets your gaze, your stomach plummets, horrible understanding settling there instead. He’s going to let this happen because this is your punishment. This is your punishment for leaving the house, for coming here, for leaving the control room.

You earned this.

The man grips your jaw, squeezes until your lips pop open. Instantly, warm, hard flesh pushes past your teeth, fills your mouth, forces its way into your throat until your gagging, choking on cock and musky scent.

He releases a slow exhale and peers down at you. The hand in your hair twists tighter, holds your nose firmly against his pelvis as your poor throat spasms to accompany his girth. Tears well up, spill over, streak down your cheeks. The thumb of his free hand comes up to smear them across your face before he retrieves his phone once again.

‘That’s good. Cry for Daddy.’

You barely have time to suck in a breath when he pulls back before he’s shoving you down his length again. Thrust after vicious thrust assaults your throat, strangled, wet whines doing their best to escape. Drool spills down your chin, wets your chest, drips onto your pants.

‘Chirps, doesn’t she?’ shrieks the phone.

“Like a cricket,” Asa comments.

Through tears, you stare up at the black eyeholes of the mask. You don’t have to see his eyes to know they’re intently focused on your wrecked expression. He doesn’t make a sound, but you can tell by the way his thighs shake under your palms he’s affected. Close too, you hope.

With one final buck of his hips, your nose is pulled flush against him once more, copious warmth spilling down your battered throat. Only a long sigh escapes him, the muscles of his thighs relaxing with his release. Finally, your hair slips free of his fingers so you can scoot away.

Gasping, coughing, dripping, you move to slump backward, but your back hits something solid. Black boots, black pants…. Tipping your head back, you find Asa looming over you.

He seizes you under the arms, hauls you to your feet, grips your jaw so you look straight into the chrome mask.

“What do you say?” the Collector demands. You fight the grimace that threatens to sour your features, something that would surely mean more discomfort. Instead, you speak through shuddering inhales:

“T-Thank…thank y-you…Daddy.”

The man in the mask saunters forward until he’s standing inches from you and Asa. For a moment, you panic, realizing you’ll be skewered first should this strange truce be broken.

Instead, the man snaps off his bloody gloves and tosses them over a shoulder. He reaches out, hooks his fingers in the waistband of your jeans, runs his knuckles along the skin of your belly.

He’s not looking at you, though. Even with the mask on, you can tell he’s staring straight at Asa. The Collector stares back, his own hands releasing your jaw, sliding down your body to grip the fingers teasing your skin. Asa guides the other’s hands to the button of your pants.

Permission.

The man pauses. Finally, he looks at you. Phone in hand, he types one more message.

“Well, sweetheart. I’m Jesse.” You’re stunned to silence, baffled beyond words. Asa helps.

“Manners.”

“…Nice to meet you…Jesse.”

[rokishimizu4]

Masterlist: A slasher a day keeps the anxiety away~!

Trying to do an update a day ^^.

Many of these will be dealing with mental illness, triggers, blood, violence, and more. If you don’t like it, then please don’t read. NOT for people under 16. 18+ ones will be on my AO3 account.

Halloween

Micheal Myers

Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees

G (fear of water) 2

Candyman

Daniel Robitaille

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Stu x Billy: No Touching 1

A Nightmare on Elm Street

Freddy Kruger

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Child’s Play

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray

Tiffany Valentines

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

The Collector

Asa Emory

ChromeSkull

Jesse Cromeans

Predator

Jungle

City

Feral

Wolf

Scar

Bad Bloods

Celtic

Chopper

Lost Tribe

House of 1000 Corpses

Baby Firefly

Otis

My Bloody Valentine

Harry Warden

Alex

Silence of the Lamb/ Hannibal/ TV

Hannibal Lecter

Will Graham

Will x Hannibal x Reader: Numb

Pinhead

Saw

The Lost Boys

Silent Hill

Pyramid Head

~ Letters~

S.S- Aromantic: One night stand

[taylordeerskull]

Masterlist

Rules:

I only do Readers with the pronouns he/him or they/them (And mixture of these pronouns), Cis Male, Trans Male, Gender Neutral and Nonbinary (I don't do She/Her readers).

‌I do not do:

Incest, Pedophile, Homophobia, Transphobia and Toxic relationships being treated as normal or good (I only do this kind of writing to tell the readers story and/our for comfort).

Examples of Relationship that I write:

MLM: Male Characters X Male Reader ( Cis or Trans ).

MLGN: Male Characters X Gender Neutral Reader.

MLNB: Male Characters X Nonbinary Reader.

FLM: Female Characters X Trans Male Reader ( Trans only).

FLGN: Female Characters X Gender Neutral Reader.

FLNB: Female Characters X Nonbinary Reader.

NBLM: Nonbinary Characters X Male Reader (Cis or Trans).

NBLGN: Nonbinary Characters X Gender Neutral Reader.

NBLNB: Nonbinary Characters X Nonbinary Reader.

Etc....

Yandere= I do Yandere But remember the rules.(🫀)

Romantic= The reader can be the character's romantic Partner. (🌹)

‌Platonic=The reader can be Friends, Frienimies, Parent, Child, Sibling, Twin Sibling, Family found,etc (Can be related by blood or adopted) of the characters. (🌻)

‌Sex Relationship= Just that, there may be feelings involved but the focus is on the sex.(🔥)

‌Polyamorous= Two or more characters of your choice in a polyamorous relationship with you (But remember the rules ).(🕸️)

‌Love triangle or square= Two or more characters in love with you or one of them in love with the other character while the other is in love with you, it all depends on you (Just remember the rules).(🔺)

If you have any suggestions of what I should write, feel free to send them to me (⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ꁞ⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠).

Story Types:

‌Angust.

‌Comfort.

‌Fluffy.

‌Smut.

Yandere.

SFW.

NSFW.

Reader as Character (Example: Regina George, Saiki, Elsa, Hannibal etc...).

‌(More will appear)....

Fandoms I do:

DC

Batfamily, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Superfamily, Clark Kent...

Marvel

The Avengers, Steven Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Eddie Brok, Venom, The Guardians of the Galaxy, Drax The Destroyer, Mantis, Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket Raccon...

Slashers

Hannibal Lecter, ‌Will Graham, Dexter Morgan, Ghostface (Billy Loomis), Ghostface (Stu Macher), Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire, Jesse Cromeans(Chromeskull), Asa Emory (The Collector)...

ROTTMNT

Raphael, Leonardo, Donnie, Michelangelo, ‌April O'neil...

Bongou Stray Dogs

Armed Detective Agency, Yukichi Fukuzawa, Ranpo Edogawa, Edgar Allan Poe, Akiko Yosano, Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, Doppo Kunikida, Osamu Dazai, Atsushi Nakajima, Kyōka Izumi, Kenji Miyazawa, Port Mafia, Chūya Nakahara, Ryūnosuke Akutagawa...

More will come...

[slasherheadcanons]

Could you do a platonic request of the slashers meeting an orphaned child who follows them around and think of them as a father figure.( the child would wander in camp crystal lake,old Myers house,etc.)

Of course! 😊 Enjoy!

•How would the Slashers react to meeting child Y/n•

Michael Myers: •Michael doesn't like it when people enter his old home. So when he sees movement in the house, he is quick to go right into murder mode. Gripping his knife tightly, he enters the house, moving silently. He moves towards where he saw the movement, only to find you standing there looking around. He moved towards you in long strides, his knife raised threateningly. But the second you look up at him with those wide sad eyes, he suddenly stops in his tracks. You stare up at the tall towering man. But you don't feel any fear like most would. Instead, you smile up at him holding your arms up to him. Michael is for once in his life, stunned. This little boy/girl wants him to hold them. He watches you for a moment before slowly lowering the knife. You grin and run over to him, hugging his leg. He looks down at you silently, wondering where your parents are. As if you knew what he was thinking, you look up at him. "Will you be my new dad?" You ask him. At that moment, he felt something deep within his heart. With a sigh, he picks you up. You smile, hugging him, whispering a soft, "Thank you." to him.

Bubba Sawyer: •Bubba was just returning from feeding the chickens when he heard a child crying. He immediately came to a stop and looked around, confused. He walked in the direction of the crying when he finds you. Sitting alone on the ground crying to yourself. He was confused and looked around. Where were your parents? Did they leave you here? A sense of worry feels his heart. It was dangerous for a small child to be out here alone. He carefully walks over to you, babbling softly. When you look up at him with those sad eyes, his heart aches for you. He gently reaches out to you, cooing softly. Trying to make you see that he isn't going to hurt you. You watch him before running over to him, hugging him. He is a bit startled when you suddenly run at him. He looks down at you as you hug him pressing your face against his stomach, crying. He frowns and gently picks you up, hugging you. He wishes he could speak so he can tell you that you're alright. He carries you back to the house. Dayton almost literally has a heart attack when he sees you in Bubba's arms. Bubba goes to him, babbling softly. He wants to keep you. You don't seem to have any family, so he wants you to be part of his family. Dayton sighs and looks at you. You look back at him. "Where're your parents, kid?" He tries to ask as gently as he can. "They are dead, mister." You answer meekly. Bubba tears up and looks at Dayton, silently begging to let you stay. Dayton sighs and rubs his temple but nods. "How about you stay with us? Sound good, kid?" He asks you. You smile gently and nod before looking up at Bubba. He looks down at you, smiling warmly. "Will you be my dad?" You ask him softly. He lets out a happy squeal and nods his head quickly, making you giggle. Dayton smiles faintly and goes inside to find Chop-Top and Nubbins, needing to introduce them to the new member of the family.

Jason Voorhees: •Jason was walking around the campgrounds to take a moment to enjoy the peace, and the scenery before any annoying teenagers come barging in. He walked silently, listening to birds singing their songs. His ears suddenly pick up a crack of a twig from behind him. He quickly whips around, his machete raised, ready to swing. He notices something small quickly hide behind a tree with a soft gasp. He blinks, the gasp sounds like it was human. He narrows his eyes wondering, why can't these teens leave him and the camp alone. He stomps over to where the person hid and turned to face them. But he is stunned. He was expecting some annoying teen, but instead, he sees you. A small child, looking up at him with wide nervous eyes. He lowers his weapon and tilts his head as he watches you. What was a small child doing out here so far away from any city? He wishes he could speak right now. He has so many questions. But you seem to know the questions running through his mind. "My parents are gone...will you be my dad?" you ask quietly, looking up at him silently pleading he would. He watches you and nods. He isn't sure how to raise a kid. But he wasn't going to just leave them alone out here. He gently picks you up with one arm. You smile and hold onto him. Silently looks down at you, and a gentle smile forms on his face. He can feel his mother approve.

Asa Emory (The Collector): •Asa was working late at the college. Finishing up some papers before he could go. Everyone else had gone home, so it was just him. He sighs and rubs his eyes with a small yawn. Just one more paper, he reminds himself. He quickly finishes the last one before standing, stretching his arms out. Finally, he can head home and get some sleep. He locks everything up before starting to walk down the sidewalk to his car. He pauses when he hears a small voice call out to him. "Mister?" a child's voice calls out. He turns around, one hand placed on his knife. He sees you just two feet in front of him. You look up at him with wide eyes. Asa studies you for a moment before looking around for your parents. Finding no one else around, he looks at you. "Where are your parents?" He asks softly, watching you closely. "They are dead." You answer him. He nods silently, moving his hand off the handle of the knife. "Will you be my dad?" You ask him a bit nervously. He freezes and looks at you again. You can't be serious, right? You want him to be your dad? He opens his mouth to refuse you, but you speak again. "Please." You beg of him. He sighs, giving in he nods, picking you up. You smile and softly thank him. He nods silently and starts heading back to his car.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull): •Jesse pulled up to the gas station on the side of the road, needing to refuel his car. He hated gas stations. All of them remind them of what that bitch, princess gemstone, did to his face. She turned him into the hideous beast he is. He stops his car by the refueling station, sighing through his nose, and gets out of the car. He starts refueling his car when he feels a small tug on his jacket. He quickly pulls out his knife and whips around, expecting to be facing an adult or teen. But instead, he sees you. A small child, staring up at him. You stare up at the behemoth of a man who towers over you like a giant. Jesse glances around for your parents but finding no one. He looks down at you noticing your raggy and dirty clothes. He tilts his head to the side, putting the knife away. He pulls out his phone and quickly types something in before showing you the screen. You look at it and read, "Where are your parents?". You look up at him. "My parents are dead." You quietly answer. Jesse nod silently and pulls the phone back. You watch him for a moment before speaking again, "Can you be my dad?" You ask him, silently praying he would say yes. He looks at you, stunned. You want him to be your father? Did you not see the way his face looked? Does that not scare you? But you watched him with no trace of fear anywhere. He sighs through his nose and nods. He watches as you grin and jump with joy. You hug his legs, thanking him. He can't help the warm smile that forms on his face. He helps you into the backseat of his car, buckling you in. He watches as you swing your legs a little excited to have someone to call family. He chuckles silently. Maybe he doesn't hate gas stations as much as he thought.

[littleoddwriter]

Hi so I was wondering if you could write me an Asa x reader x jesse and the reader is a sub/bottom and jesse and asa are ofc dom! But they have not been spending a lot of time with reader or paying attention to reader. So the reader does something bratty for their attention and he gets punished badly. Then while that is happening (the punishment) he reveals he is doing this because they neglect him any attention.

Pay Attention | Asa Emory/The Collector x Male!Reader x Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull (Poly) | N/SFW

Hey there! Finally, I've been able to write it! I'm sorry it took me so long (and sorry if it’s not particularly good, aaahhh). I really hope you like this story, and thank you so much for the request and your patience! :') <3

summary; See above.

notes; Male!Reader; Mute Character; Neglect; Acting like a Brat; Dom/Sub; Punishment; Spanking; Crying; (Semi-)Dubious Consent (it is Reader’s plan, but still-); Not entirely safe or sane; Low-key unrealistic; No Sex; Making Up; Aftercare.

It started subtly enough when you had just moved in and you've all been together for roughly a year by then. Of course you had thought that moving in with Asa and Jesse would mean spending more time with them; but as it turned out, they would be home less and less as time went by. After a couple of months, you barely got to see them at all anymore. And when you did, it almost felt like they had no interest in you, with the way they would almost absent-mindedly give you a kiss and move on, and rarely even talk with you at all.

Naturally, that hurt you a lot.

At first you figured that maybe they were just extra busy with work and stressed out, and it had nothing to do with you at all. After all, wouldn't they have gotten rid of you by then, if so?

But as it only got worse and you felt them slipping through your fingers, and as though your time with them was significantly running out fast, you decided to take some desperate measures, so as to make sure that they would have to pay attention to you for once.

When they both came home together, they barely even acknowledged your presence; although Jesse at least waved at you. After a couple of minutes of getting changed and whatever else they were doing upstairs, they came back downstairs to you and stood in front of you, where you were sitting on the couch, watching TV. They effectively blocked your view with their bodies

Acting up your annoyance you groaned, “I’m trying to watch something here, so- Shoo!” You waved your hand in a shooing-motion to underline your point.

“It was your turn to do the chores, but you haven’t done them. Care to explain?” Asa spoke up, looking at you sternly.

There it was, your desperate measure. You purposefully left the kitchen dirty. They hated it when you didn’t follow the rules. But what they hated even more than that was when you defied direct orders as well.

“Didn’t feel like it,” you lied, shrugging.

“Well, I don’t care. Get up and do them now, or you’ll sleep on the couch,” Asa stated and Jesse nodded in agreement.

“No! Do it yourself if you need it done so desperately.” Setting your jaw, you locked eyes with Asa, crossing your arms in front of your chest in defiance, acting more like a petulant child than anything else.

As soon as those words have left your mouth, Asa’s eyes darkened significantly, turning cold and calculated. Jesse looked at him, tilting his head in question. Without exchanging any audible or visible words, they nodded slightly and turned back to face you.

Your heart was beating entirely too fast inside of your ribcage, but you were fairly certain that your efforts would pay off. They had to. But it was hard to tell with Asa and Jesse. For all you knew, they could also just have decided to kill you after all.

“Get up,” Asa ordered.

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head, “No.”

Suddenly, though, Jesse’s hands were on you and he was pulling you to stand up almost effortlessly. It was hard to hide your anxiety, but you tried as you just glared at him, instead.

Then, Jesse sat down on the couch, took your hand into his and pulled hard, catching you off-guard and causing you to lose your balance. That way, he could easily position you face-down on his lap with your stomach pressing into his thighs and your legs dangling over the floor awkwardly. Internally, you cursed how tall Jesse was.

A moment later, Asa stood above you, forcing you to look up at him with a tight grip on your chin.

“Count,” was all the warning you received from Asa, before Jesse’s hand came down on your still-clothed buttocks fast and hard.

Yelping, you flinched, but could barely move at all with Jesse’s arm holding you down around your back and Asa’s grasp on your face.

“One,” you whispered brokenly, still trying to catch up.

“Louder.”

“One,” you repeated, louder this time.

Another hit, harder than before.

“Two,” you groaned.

And another one, even harder this time, which would be the consistent force of Jesse’s hits from that point forward.

“Th-three,” you gasped.

The spanking continued like this, until you’ve reached number fifteen. At that point, Jesse stopped for a moment, but only so he could pull down your pants and expose your bare, reddened ass.

You’ve already had tears in your eyes, which threatened to spill, and the throbbing pain of your abused bottom caused you to be unable to form any coherent thought. But you knew they were far from done. And frankly, you didn’t want them to stop anytime soon, either, considering that this was the first time they had both paid such close attention to you again, since maybe a month ago.

With your vision blurred by the tears, you blinked and looked Asa in the eyes. He met your gaze steadily and loosened his grip on your chin a little, using his other hand to caress your cheek as he shushed you quietly. The comfort that overcome you in waves upon this small, but meaningful action, made you feel a little dizzy. You had missed this.

Jesse left you no time to further dwell on it, though, when he continued spanking you. Five more hits followed in quick succession, alternating between each cheek and where exactly he made contact. Sobbing dryly, you counted them aloud.

After fifteen more spanks, your counting became barely intelligible anymore, but Asa coaxed you to not give up and somewhat say each number aloud, still.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep going much longer. You could feel yourself break and fall apart.

As predicted, Jesse could only get five more hits in, when you started crying, sobbing violently, and slurring out apologies.

In-between all that, you managed to choke out an explanation for your behaviour, admitting to them that all you’ve wanted was for them to pay attention to you again.

Only a moment later, you were moved around to sit upright, barely even feeling the pain it caused you, since you were so preoccupied with crying. Jesse wrapped his arms around you and positioned you on his lap, making it as comfortable as possible for you, as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. Asa sat down beside him, stroking the back of your head.

Once you’ve calmed down so far that your sobs died down to mere hiccups, you buried your face in Jesse’s chest to shield yourself from the reality of things.

“Little bug,” Asa softly called, tapping your shoulder to make you look back up to them both. Reluctantly, you did exactly that, but were unable to actually meet their eyes.

‘You said that we haven’t been paying attention to you,’ Jesse had typed into his phone to communicate with you, while he was still holding you up and stroking your back with one arm.

“Y-yeah, um -” you snuffled and cleared your throat, feeling ashamed all of a sudden, “- you’ve basically been treating me like air, ever since I’ve moved in here,” you explained slowly and quietly, then.

They were both quiet, looking contemplative, which should be a good sign, but it only made you feel more anxious.

Thus, you started rattling off an apology, “I’m sorry, I know I should have said something, rather than being a brat and seeking punishment, just so I could finally feel like you’re actually seeing me again, and I’m really sorry, but-”

“Stop it,” Asa commanded stern and loud enough to interrupt and stop you effectively. “You didn’t do anything wrong; although I agree that you should have said something, instead of doing all this. But this is on us. Frankly, I didn’t even notice that we were treating you this way, and I should have.”

Jesse was typing very quickly on his phone, once Asa was done talking, and showed you the display, ‘Asa is right. I didn’t notice it either and we definitely should have. I’m sorry, baby boy. We didn’t mean to cause you to feel so bad.’

“So you really weren’t ignoring me on purpose? Because I was worried that you didn’t like me anymore, you know?” you inquired, just to be absolutely sure.

“On the contrary, little bug,” Asa started, planting a gentle kiss on your temple, “we love you very much.”

Instead of using any sort of words to give his own answer, Jesse pulled you in for a passionate kiss on the lips that conveyed what he meant to say better than any words could.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, chuckling softly.

After a couple of more moments, which you three spent cuddling on the couch, Jesse got up and carried you upstairs, so that he and Asa could take care of your bruised bottom and your mental state in proper ways. They promised you to work on themselves and include you in their daily life far better than they had, recently; and that you should always feel free to tell them if they were slipping up again.

In the end, all they wanted was for you to be happy, no matter what.

[slasherhaven]

I think Luda May would have taught Thomas to cook and I think Vincent must have taught himself to, simply because he had to. So how do you think those two would be with a (preferably female but gender doesn’t need to be specified) reader, who becomes completely entranced watching them cook. She goes all quiet and big eyed, just staring at them. Add any other slashers you like to this

Includes: Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Asa Emory (The Collector), Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull), and Hannibal Lector

I don’t usually write for Hannibal but come on...the request is perfect for him!

The Slashers with a S/O who enjoys watching them cook:

Thomas Hewitt 

Luda May taught him definitely taught him how to cook. He was much more interested in learning as a child than Hoyt ever was, and Luda May wanted him to be able to take care of himself well once she was gone. His specialty is pies, just like Luda May.

It was a very rare occasion when you and Thomas were left alone in the house, and Luda May had asked him to make a pie since she couldn’t.

Of course, you were in the kitchen, helping him out when you could. Luda May had been teaching you as well, but you let Tommy take the lead, enjoying watching him cook.

How couldn’t you watch him with a slightly dreamy expression, chin resting in your hand and elbow prompted up on the kitchen counter. His strong hands working so delicately with the pastry.

When he notices you staring at him, he gets a little flustered, like he always does when you look at him like that.

It’s not often that Tommy cooks, so you plan on enjoying the moment while you can.

He won’t ever understand why you like watching him cook but he’s never going to complain about it either, whatever makes you happy.

Vincent Sinclair

Somebody in Ambrose has to be able to cook. Bo can cook decently, nobody’s going to starve, Lester is keeping himself alive, but if you want to enjoy a proper meal, Vincent is your man.

Over the years he has only become a better cook, knowing what he likes and what goes well together. And, of course, during your time in Ambrose he figured out what you liked.

You love watching him creating his art and watching him cook is similar, going off of intuition rather than strict guidelines, and it always works out.

So, you love watching him work. Cooking is an artform and Vincent always wants to be able to take pride in what he makes, there is a passion in him that you love to see.

Vincent already knows that you like watching him when he’s working on his art, so he’s not too surprised that you like watching him cook. He doesn’t quiet understand it but he knows that he likes to admire you, even doing mundane things, so he figures it’s something similar to that.

He doesn’t know what you see in him or what holds your fascination so much, but he likes the way you look at him.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Of course this man can cook, and he is a perfectionist with it. Everything is done precisely and everything has a purpose, but he isn’t afraid to change recipes to how he prefers them.

You had taken to watching him cook just from wanting to spend time with him, but you soon just started to sit in silence, watching his every move with an adoring gaze.

Asa loves when you admire him, feeding his ego and all that. So, he’s certainly not going to complain when you do so, especially over something so mundane. He likes that him doing something as simple as cooking can get you so infatuated by him.

He doesn’t mind you watching him, you’re not actually interfering with his process so it’s not a problem.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

This man can cook almost expertly, and you’re beginning to think that he is trying to impress you. And he definitely has gone all out on making you dinner before, especially after he learns that you like watching him cook.

You sit at the island in his kitchen, watching him contently with a small smile on your face.

Jesse doesn’t quiet see the appeal in watching him cook, assuming it would be a boring thing to watch, but he’s happy if you’re happy.

Let’s you taste test the food at different stages of the process, he’s already confident that you’ll like it but he wants to bring you into the process.

He just likes when you admire him, happy to put on a little show for you. It would make you roll your eyes if you weren’t do entranced by him in the moment.

Hannibal Lecter

I don’t need to tell you that this man can cook, we all already know it. He takes care of all the cook in the house, he enjoys doing it and you love his cooking.

You also love to watch him while he cooks. You sit in the kitchen, making sure not to disturb him, while some quiet music plays and he prepares your meal for the evening.

You can tell that he has a passion for food and cooking, every action having a purpose, knowing exactly what he was doing. It’s strangely elegant, like a dance, something you could only imagine Hannibal doing.

He knows you’re watching him, he knows how much you enjoy watching him cook, completely entranced by him. Of course, he likes that and he plays on it a little, doing little things like making a show of rolling his sleeves up.

Even if you know the morbid truth behind his cooking, you can’t help but find him beautiful in the kitchen.

Lets you taste test a little, smirking a little to himself as he snaps you out of your trance, making you blush a little.

[aetherisntemo]

Hiya! I'm Aether! I'm the owner of this account and I'm taking requests now! I'm genuinely excited about this! I've practiced a little and I feel confident in my writing skill to bring you some nice fanfiction about your favorite people! Before you request, here are the people and fandoms I write for as well as some stuff I will not write for.

Fandoms and the characters I write for!

~Slashers~

-Michael Myers

-Jason Voorhees

-Bubba Sawyer

-Thomas Hewitt

-Ghost face (Billy & Stu only)

-Billy Lenz

-Brahms Heelshire

-Jesse Chromeans (Jesse Chromeskull)

-Asa Emory (The collector)

-Bo Sinclair

-Vincent Sinclair

-Lester Sinclair 

-Norman Bates

-Hannibal Lecter (NBC version)

-Will Graham

-Tiffany Valentine

-Pinhead

-Pennywise

-Harry Warden

~Stranger Things~

-Eddie Munson

-Steve Harrington

-Robin Buckley (X Female reader only)

-Argyle 

-Dustin Henderson

-Mike Wheeler

-Will Byers 

-Lucas Sinclair

-Max Mayfield

-Nancy Wheeler

-Johnathan Byers

~It~

All characters are from the 2019 version. Meaning they are adults.

-Richie Tozier

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Ben Hanscom

-Beverly Marsh

-Mike Hanlon

-Stan Uris

~Creepypasta~

-Eyeless Jack

-Laughing Jack

-Masky

-Ticci Toby

-Ben drowned 

-Sally

-Slender Man

-Jeff the killer

~Ghost~

-Everyone besides Primo and Nihil :D

I will be doing more later on but as for right now, it's only these I hope you understand!

What I write!

~Fluff~

~Angst~

~Smut~

~One-shots~

~Head Canons~

~Match-ups~

What I refuse to write/do not request

~Animal x Human~ (I will only do a human AUs)

~Incest~

~Pēdōs~

~R@ pe~

~Child! reader~

~Cheating~

~Sēxual Abūse~

You can request male, female, or gender-neutral readers! I write for all of them but I mainly do male readers because I am male myself so I work better with that but don't let that stop you from requesting Fem!readers! You can request platonic or romantic! Although I don't like writing smut that much anymore if you request it I'll write it but it might take longer than other fics.

Disclaimer! All child characters I write for are platonic only. I'm 19 and I don't feel comfortable writing romantic fics for children.

Requests are currently: Open!

[thecupcakewritesmorethings]

Meet the Ossifers

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull x Reader

Plot: Jesse, currently acting as Richard Ossifer, returns to his fake spouse and their son on Halloween afternoon after a successful surgery. He proceeds to get a wholesome surprise.

Contrary to what one might expect, Jesse quite enjoys the concept of Halloween. Okay, sure. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the adult costumes unless he was actively hunting... And YES, a thousand roving little packs of children being lead around by their parents or older siblings could get annoying...

However, the safety and sanctity to be anything, or anyone HE wanted to be was a delight in of itself. More often than not, however, he choses to remain the one thing he doesn’t need a costume for; himself.

The sentiment may have been a little gaudy, but it rung VERY true for Jesse... Or “Richard Ossifer,” to his new neighbors. When else was the normally bandaged, mute man, going to enjoy the comfort of wearing his mask and suit out in public without it activating some fight-or-flight instinct in the general populace?...

... And in a way, he was happy he chose today to schedule his dental surgery.

Spann had driven him too and from his appointment. As much as it killed his machismo to not sit in the driver’s seat; he had to be careful. So the backseat, reclined as far as he could go would have to do. From behind the confines of his ace bandages he could feel his cheeks swelling to an otherwise alarming degree.

He tried not to think about how fucked up he’d look.

Instead, he focused on the world passing by outside. He surveyed the decorations in the shop windows, watching all the pumpkins and the sugar skulls and streamers. It wasn’t dark yet, but on occasion he’d pass by someone in their costume about to go out for candy.

Jesse should have reminded you to pick up candy... The good kind, too. Not the fun-sized stuff... Oh well. Maybe he’d be able to convince you to go get the goods after he arrived. They weren’t that far away from the house...

Wait. Anesthetic make braincells go brrr- he has a PHONE. In a few seconds he is patting himself down, earning a quick glance from Spann as he withdraws his phone.

“Is something wrong, sir?”

He shakes his head and sends you the message. Spann, he guessed, was more than capable of walking into a Target or Walmart to get candy- but he needed to be home. He’d not bother her with it.

It’s Halloween. Do we have good candy?

It takes a few moments for you to respond. When you do, Jesse feels slightly baffled.

Yeah. Cole and I went out and got costumes last week, don’t you remember?

No. He didn’t. Did Spann go with you? He wracked his brain trying to recall you requesting--.... Oh. That’s right. You had asked him for a few hundred the week prior for something. You had told him- but by now your fake relationship as his happy little house-spouse had become iron clad. He never batted an eye when you asked for some pocket change.

What candy did you guys get?

A variety pack.

It’s a bunch of fun-sized stuff isn’t it?

You haven’t met Cole high on sugar. Trust me. You want fun-sized.

Oh. Now Jesse had to jump to your son’s honor. It had been a happy little coincidence that you had a young son when Spann had scoped you out. You had been... Struggling, to put it mildly, when Spann found you. It had been a risk when Jesse suggested that acting the part of his romantic partner would help keep you and your child afloat. Thankfully, you listened.

Well. You haven’t met Richard short on sugar.

Didn’t you just get out of surgery?

I recover well.

Cole was only six, but by god. Cole was impossibly ideal for a child. Sweet, respectful for a child his age, thought “Richie” was the coolest thing since sliced bread. Jesse had been hesitant, initially when he discovered you had a child. His plan would have gone to shit if Cole didn’t like him, and even if Cole HAD he wasn’t... Sure how he’d feel around kids since his Ex’s death.

Note to self: hide candy. From you.

Traitor.

Jesse returns his gaze to the road and watches for a moment as he lets any unease in his stomach uncoil. He’s the type to get motion sick if he’s looking down in a car, and the cocktail of pain meds and worn off anesthesia is making it worse.

After a few seconds he lifts his phone again.

What costumes did you get?

You do not respond immediately and it... Well, this is the ONE thing that annoys Jesse sometimes. Half of the time this is the only way he can talk to you, and though he knows you aren’t ignoring him on purpose: it’s hard to not feel that way sometimes.

You’ll see.~

Oh now he was curious.

... What are the costumes?

Trust me, you want to see them when you get back. We’re already in them!

Now Jesse was getting... Annoyed. Where you purposefully trying to be obtuse?

Pics?...

A thought occurred.

It’s nothing raunchy is it?

What? No. Cole picked them out!

However, his insistence was paying off. 

Let’s put it this way; we match!

... “We Match?” What the heck was that supposed to mean. Were you trying to be cute, and wound up being obtuse about it?

Jesse detested this guessing game, but before he pulled out the financial benefactor card, you recovered.

You want me to make you a shake?

Fuck yeah.

His eye hurt too much now, and his stomach was up in knots. Jesse didn’t like the idea, but he hated the idea of vomiting in Spann’s vehicle even less. He reclined and tried to relax the rest of the way home.

As tempting as it was to close his eyes, though, Jesse couldn’t. He and his little makeshift family lived in the back of a large suburban neighborhood of well-to-dos. Hiding in plain sight, really. Which meant you and Cole were essential. As far as your neighbors knew, your veteran of a boyfriend had been planning to tie the knot with you for quite some time... But the car accident had left his face burned and ruined, and so the two of you had decided to postpone it. Still, Jesse had been happy when you never corrected anyone who called you Mx. Ossifer.

There were lines of Mc-Mansions and slightly decorated lawns, but nothing too crazy for the Halloween Holiday, even as kids and their families dragged out red wagons to cart around toddlers and their candies... Maybe Jesse could have paid a landscape artist to decorate. You had only done so much on your own.

As Spann pulled up into the circular driveway of your shared home, Jesse had only been reminded that you hadn’t done too much to decorate. A few foam jack-o-lanterns at the doorstep, a few small pumpkins littered along the walkway, and orange lights replacing the walkway lights.

Spann helped him out of the car, and moments after stepping out he felt his entire back let out a symphony of pops. God he was tired. Still, the procedure would help him in the long-run... Plus he had a shake waiting on the inside.

After taking a few uneasy, sore steps, Spann offered her shoulder to help Jesse in, and minutes before they got to the French doors of the house, Cole opened them and stepped out.

He was wearing his Sunday best, a gift from Jesse for his birthday, excluding the dress shoes which had been swapped out for much more comfortable tennis shoes. He stared up at Jesse through a metallic half-mask shaped like a skull, with the other half of his face painted to look like a skeleton.

“You’re BACK!” he said to Jesse as he ran forward and went-- straight for the knees-- and hugged Jesse. “I missed you, Richie!”

Jesse could die and go to hell and he’d be happy. Forget the shake. There was a kid less than ten years old who was dressed up as a fancy skeleton holding his knee. It took all of three seconds before said child was scooped up into Jesse’s arms and safely clinging around Jesse’s neck.

You were soon to follow, a glass and a large straw poking out of it. You were- also in costume, but unlike Cole your face was all makeup to match the painted parts of his face...

Jesse continued to assess you with one eye while you approached with the shake. You had been dressed up nicely as well. Maybe not as corporate and formal as Cole, but you dressed well. Head-to-toe in black, bordering slightly on too form-fitting for a funeral, but far too dark for casual house-spouse attire.

A makeshift family of three Skeletons. You, looking like a modern-day Adams, Cole looking like a mini, corporate Grim Reaper... And of course... Jesse himself.

No. Not Jesse.

Richard. Richie Ossifer.

“Chocolate shake?” you asked. “Since your teeth will hurt otherwise?”

As soon as Jesse had picked up Cole, he sat him down and began typing away on his phone. He held it up to you frantically.

What’s this for?

“Oh, well.” Instantly through the skull paint he could see your face warp to a pensive frown of unease. “Cole SAID he wanted to be like you for Halloween, and when I saw the half-mask and the face-paint I came up with the idea. I didn’t...” your eyes turned to Spann for a split second. “I didn’t over-step did I?”

No. No you had not.

Jesse came forward and pulled you into an uncharacteristically emotional hug as Cole hugged your legs. “Yayyyy~ He likes it!~”

A perfect little cover-family. Jesse may have needed this cover family, but in that moment he wished so desperately that a fraction of the lie was a truth. To come home to an understanding spouse, a loving step-child... God damn, Richard was a lucky son of a bitch, and he wasn’t even real. Right now, though- the two of you were.

Pictures.

Jesse quickly released you and turned to Spann who was busy... Processing this. His hand shot out with his phone.

Spann held the phone in her hand and gave a sort of half-frown. “Sir, you’re not... You’re not in your mask.”

FUCK SHE WAS RIGHT.

Jesse stormed off into the house, maybe faster than was probably safe on as many pain meds as he had in his system, but the man waltzed right up to his stairs before slowing down. Cole passed him up. “I’ll get it! In the bathroom?”

The man nodded, lifting his hands to sign “Shelves”. Cole had done good learning a few spare ASL phrases... Still wouldn’t sign back to Jesse but, well. He’d take a win where it mattered.

“OKAY!” Cole hollered halfway running to Jesse’s room already as you and Spann entered the house.

“Sir, you just came out from under the knife. You should probably sit down.”

Jesse shook his head and signed HELL, then proceeded to shake his head. Hell no, he said. Had to get pictures with his boy and his spouse. It was actually odd, Spann let out a humored chuckle-snort. Clearly she found the idea cute as well. 

Seconds later Cole came running down the stairs with the Chromeskull mask in his hand and handed it to the tall man on the way down. “Pictures! Pictures!”

Jesse bobbed his head to the chant and held hands as they descended the stairs with a jaunty little step.

In no time at all Jesse grabbed your arm and pulled you up a step to get better into the photo and Cole was up in his arms. In three seconds Spann would take no fewer than five pictures of “Richie” and the rest of the Ossifers. In twenty minutes, Jessie would convince Spann and you to let him stay up to pass out candy while you went out with Cole. When you’d return several neighbors would tell you how adorable your family Halloween theme was.

An hour after that the paint on you and Cole’s face would be hastily washed off and soup would be had for dinner. Your son would be asleep on the entertainment system and Spann would leave. Jesse would help wake Cole long enough to get him into his bed and the two of you would go to your own separate rooms.

If it hadn’t been for his aching jaw, Jesse would have been brave and tried to coax you into spending a little bit more time together... Put on a horror movie. Maybe be coy and get closer to you, or pull you a little closer if you’d allow it... But his jaw was aching, and he desperately didn’t want this day to end with him over-stepping any boundaries, so he went to his bed alone and looked at the photos once more... He’d get a few of these printed for the home office.

Richard Ossifer was a lucky man. A lucky man indeed.

[slashermadness]

Hello there, I enjoy getting requests from y'all so help yourseleves. Please be patient with me, keep in mind, I have a life outside social medias too

Fandoms I'd write for:

The boy

•Brahms Heelshire

Friday the 13th

•Jason Voorhees

•Pamela Voorhees (Platonic only)

Halloween

•Micheal Myers

•RZ Micheal Myers

Scream

•Billy Loomis

•Stu Macher

•Randy Meeks

Child's play

•Charles Lee Ray (Chucky)

•Tiffany Valentine

Nightmare on elm street

•Freddy Krueger (Will barely write for him)

Black Christmas

•Billy Lenz

House of Wax

•Bo Sinclair

•Vincent Sinclair

•Lester Sinclair

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

•Bubba Sawyer

•Thomas Hewitt

The Collector

•Asa Emory

Laid to Rest

•ChromeSkull

My Bloody Valentine

•Harry Warden

DBD

•Frank Morrison

•Danny Johnson (Jed Olsen)

•Ji-Woon Hak

•Pyramid Head

Spree

•Kurt Kunkle

•Bobby Basecamp

The Umbrella Academy

•Luther Hargreeves

•Diego Hargreeves

•Allison Hargreeves

•Klaus Hargreeves

•Five Hargreeves

•Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella and Sparrow)

•Viktor Hargreeves

•AJ Carmichael

•Lila Pitts

•Marcus Hargreeves

•Fei Hargreeves

•Alphonso Hargreeves

•Sloane Hargreeves

•Jayme Hargreeves

•Christopher Hargreeves (Idk if I take him seriously but why not add him lol)

Will do:

•Lime

•Lgbtq+

•Fluff

•Angst

•Dark content (ex. gore, and violence)

•Romantic/Platonic relationships

•Poly relationships

•Yandere stuff

• Headcanons

•Drabbles

Will NOT do:

•Smut (Not very good at it )

•R*pe (Will only be mentioned since most of the fandoms I write for are dark)

•Inc*st

•P*dophilia

WIPs

•We're on the same side (Yoon Gwi-nam x reader)

•The Sparrow Academy being in a relationship with an Umbrella

•Kurt Kunkle with a flirty s/o

Any rudeness will not be tolerated here and I will block you. Reader's gender neutral unless specified by the request. More will be added soon if I ever have a chance, have a nice day 👐

[darkromanceblackburn]

💀~Introduction~💀

18+ BLOG- My writing is not advised for the underage ones, so approach carefully.

Welcome to a whole new world of Erotica/Romance Horror where our Kryptonite are Big Slasher Men who could maim us and that we love so much.

Horror movie and serial killer/crime documentary enthusiast with a steak for the dark and the obscene.

My Amazon Kindle Author Page!

My Inkitt Author Page:

~My Novels~

The Asylum - Monster Erotica (Diabolik Lovers Series)

Next Door Stalker - The Neighbour

Primal Instinct: A Stockholm Syndrome Love Story

Cyber Killer: Horror Erotica DARK WEB SERIES 1

Sugar, Sugar! Oh, my Daddy!~: A Sugar Daddy Erotic Thriller

Under the Alaskan Moon: A Dark Erotica about Two Souls Connecting into the Winter Wonderland

Liquor Series: Whiskey Kisses: An Erotic Lesbian Short Story

The Ouija: A Halloween Erotica Special (Diabolic Lovers Series)

Tempting Lust: Behind closed doors Series #1

Favorite Slashers: Chromeskull, The Collector, Ghostface, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Harry Warden

Favorite Horror Movies: Laid to rest, The Collector/The Collection, SAW series, Wrong Turn Series, House of 1000 corpses, Friday the 13th, Halloween, Scream

~Masterlist with Canon Slashers~

~Masterlist with my Original Characters~

~Rules for Requests~ (CLOSED AT THE MOMENT)

Who I write for:

Freddy Krueger from A nightmare on elm street

Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th

Michael Myers from Halloween

Bubba Sawyer/Thomas Hewitt/Jedidiah Sawyer from Texas the chainsaw massacre

The Collector (Asa Emory from) The Collector movies

Chromeskull (Jesse Cromeans)/Preston/Spann from Laid to Rest movies

Harry Warden from My bloody valentine

Ghostface (Billy Loomis/Stu Macher) from The Scream movies

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal the TV Show

Brahms Heelshire from The Boy movie

Norman Bates from Psycho

The Creeper from Jeepers Creeper movies

Bo Sinclair/Vincent Sinclair/Lester Sinclair from House of Wax

1986!Pennywise and The New Pennywise from IT movies

The Djinn from Wishmaster movies

The Three Killers from You’re Next 2011 movie

Mark Hoffman/Amanda Young/John Kramer/Logan Nelson from SAW movies

Pinhead from Hellraiser movies

Tiffany Valentine from Bride of Chucky

Jennifer Check from Jennifers’ Body movie

Baby Firefly/Otis B. Driftwood from House of 1000 Corpses/The Devils Reject/3 from Hell

Carrie White from Carrie movies

John from He’s out there 2018

Candyman (Daniel Robitaille) from Candyman movie

Victor Crowley from Hatchet movie series

Chucky Human Form from Childs Play

Yautja from Predator

Xenomorph from Alien

The Legion (Frank Morrison/Joey) from Dead by Daylight

The Trapper (Evan MacMillan) from Dead by Daylight

Ghostface (Jed Olsen/Danny Johnson) from Dead by Daylight

The Wraith (Philip Ojomo) from Dead by Daylight

Jacob Goodnight from See no evil movies

Jack Torrance from The Shinning

Patrick Bateman from American Psycho

The Other from Hell Fest 2018

BONUS!: I also write for my Horror/Slasher Original Characters which you can find into ~Masterlist with my Original Characters~

What I write:

I write SFW and NSFW

I do Headcanons and Reader Inserts

I write Male x Female, but also Male x Male or Female x Female

I can write Threesomes like Male x Female x Male, Male x Male x Male etc.

I can also do something like Slasher x Slasher.

I can do all sorts of stuff like BDSM, Gorish, Non-Con.

When it comes to sexual NSFW all characters must be 18+, no underage.

What I don’t write:

I won’t do Pedophilia stories. Just NO.

Incest also an absolute NO.

Watersports.

What I might or not write, depending on the slasher:

Characters with disabilities/mental illness, mostly because I am not very familiar with them and I don't want to trigger/insult someone that might have them.

Characters with children, mostly because some characters I cannot picture as parents.

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! 🎉

[the-gory-gardner]

Blog Intro and Info

Slasher’s I Write:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Michael Myers/The Shape

Jason Voorhees

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Evan MacMillan/The Trapper

Slasher OC’s:

Persephone Duncan /The Caretaker (Spouse and Killing PartnerOf Jesse Cromeans)

Ivy & Ian Cromeans- Duncan (Twin Children of Jesse Cromeans & Persephone Duncan)  (Age Varies Between Baby-Child & Teenager)

Honey Reynolds (Spouse of Asa Emory)

Agnes Emory (Daughter of Asa Emory & Honey Reynolds) (Age Varies Between Baby-Child & Teenager)

Rosemary Douglas/The Northeast Reaper (Adopted Daughter of Owen Douglas)

Owen Douglas/The Northeast Butcher

Artemis Russell/The Beast

Malachi Grey/The Dollmaker

Lunette Scott (Girlfriend of Malachi Grey)

Jonathan West/The Huntsman

Katrina Evans (Girlfriend of Jonathan West)

Samuel Baker Jr/ The Manic

Olive Ryder (Is a Child OC So only platonic Request)

Cassidy Brooks

What I Do Writer:

- Headcanons

- Drabbles

- Slasher x Reade

- Slasher x OC

- Male x Female

- Gender Neutral Reader

- Non-Descriptive Reader Unless Requested Otherwise

What I don’t Write:

- Non/Con

- Underage

- Watersports

- Age Play (Non Sexual Or Otherwise)

- Incest (May allude to such abuse in a characters past but will not write characters doing similar acts)

[slashersmasherlover]

;w; slashers react to there s/o dies after giving birth to there child...

sorry it took a while, I hope you like it!

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky:

If he knows about it in advance, he will try to transfer your soul into whatever or whoever he gets his hands on. If he doesn’t, he’ll go on a murder spree to cope. There’s a 50/50 chance of him keeping the child or not. Will initially want to kill them, but not be able to go through with it.

Tiffany Valentine:

 (with female reader) Tiff will be very emotional about it. 50/50 chance of her going on a murder spree to cope. Will definitely keep and raise your child, and is likely the best on this list to do so.

Baby Firefly:

(with female reader) Will also be very emotional. She and her family will probably do a funeral/ritual for you afterward. Another one where there’s a 50/50 chance of her keeping the child. Likely won’t know what to do, so she’ll likely lean on her family to help out. If Mother Firefly is still alive at this point, Baby will definitely keep the baby.

Freddy Krueger:

Probably tries to make you a demon like him so that you can still be around. If that fails, he’ll also go on a killing spree to let out his emotions. He’s a dream demon, so it would be impossible to keep your child, but he’ll visit them in their dreams.

Michael Myers:

Definitely wants to kill the baby in retaliation, but probably can’t bring himself to. He’ll drop off the baby to somewhere safe and keep an eye on them growing up. Will also go on a killing spree later.

Billy Lenz:

He’s an emotional mess. Probably the only one to actually go through with killing the baby. oops?

Chromeskull:

Has bad flashbacks about his ex-wife and will be an emotional mess. But he’ll raise and love your child. Another one to go on a killing spree later.

Bo Sinclair:

A huge fuckin mess. Has no clue how to take care of a baby, but doesn’t hurt them. Will go away for a few days to cope, leaving the child in Vincent or Lester’s care before taking full charge himself. Seeing you in the child is what keeps him going.

Vincent Sinclair:

Also a huge fuckin mess, but goes about it in more healthy ways than Bo. Will do his best to take care of your child, but probably will need his brothers’ help.

Lester Sinclair:

Big emotional mess. Has a hard time getting through the day without crying at the thought of you. Probably the best of his brothers to raise a child though.

[slasherbastard]

Masterlist

MATCHUPS AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN! PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING!

Last updated: 10.08.23

-What I write for-

Currently I write for any characters from the following series (movies and games):

House of Wax (2005), The Boy (2016), Friday the 13th, House of 1000 Corpses, The Devil’s Rejects, 3 From Hell, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Halloween (All M.M versions), Scream, Child’s Play, Silent Hill, Behind the Mask, Carrie, Terrifier, Jeepers Creepers, The Lost Boys, Black Christmas, Candyman, Dead By Daylight, Silent Hill, etc 

-When I write-

My main posting days are Tuesdays and Saturdays but I also post matchups and art randomly throughout the week if I have any to post.

-What I write-

- Headcanons - Matchups - Drabbles - Scenarios - Platonic Relationships

-What I won’t write-

- Incest  - Necrophilia - Minor/Underage sex - P*dophilia - Anything to do with scat/piss - Zo*philia

ANYTHING LISTED IN BOLD IS NSFW OR SLIGHTLY NSFW, PLEASE DO NOT READ THESE IF YOU’RE -18

-Dead by Daylight-

Anna/the Huntress

Dating Huntress Headcanon (SFW)

Double Matchup (SFW)

Legion (Frank, Susie, Joey, Julie)

Joining the Legion HCs (SFW) Joey Matchup (SFW)

Ghostface (Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen)

Survivor!Reader Putting Up a Fight (SFW)

-House of Wax-

Bo Sinclair

Mute (SFW)

I Wish I Never Met You (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Matchup (SFW)

Bo and Vincent’s Reactions to the Palace of Wax (SFW)

Jealous (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Prom (SFW)

Tanning (VERY NSFW)

Are You Sorry? (Abuse TW)

Are You Sorry? Pt. 2

Kinktober 2021: Bo Sinclair (Virgin) (NSFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 2) (SFW)

Vincent Sinclair

Art Isn’t Easy  (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

Why Are You Doing This to Yourself? (Self harm TW)

Matchup (SFW)

Lester Sinclair

Lester Finding out You Survived (SFW)

Double Matchup (SFW)

-The Boy- 

Brahms Heelshire

Noises (SFW)

Why Are You Here? (SFW)

Chocolate Chip Cookies (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

I am Damaged (SFW)

Stockholm Syndrome (SFW)

Birthday Breakfast (SFW)

Vampire!Brahms Heelshire HCs (SFW)

Brahms Heelshire During the Pandemic (Slightly NSFW)

Are You Sorry? (Abuse TW)

That’s. . .different (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 2) (SFW)

Back Again (Chapter 1) (SFW)

-Black Christmas-

Camp (SFW)

-Friday The 13th-

Jason Voorhees

Cheating (SFW)

Life Isn’t Worth Living Without You (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

Double Matchup (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 2) (SFW)

Drown (SFW) 

-A Nightmare on Elm Street-

Double Matchup (SFW)

Scared? (H/Cs) (SFW)

-House of 1000 Corpses-

Otis Driftwood

Matchup (SFW)

Halloween with the Firefly’s (SFW)

Playing Doctor (SFW)

Baby Firefly

Double Matchup (SFW)

-Texas Chainsaw Massacre (All Movies)-

Chop-Top Sawyer

Matchup (SFW)

Your Shirt (SFW)

Bad Dream (SFW)

Thomas Hewitt

Matchup (SFW)

The Cannibal (SFW)

Bubba Sawyer

Scared? (H/Cs) (SFW)

- Halloween (All Movies)-

Michael Myers (OG)

When They Died (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt.2) (SFW)

Michael Myers (RZ)

Matchup (SFW)

-Scream-

Stu Macher

Matchup (SFW)

It Never Mattered Anyway - Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Reader (SFW)

Poly!Ghostface Matchup (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Billy + Stu Helping Trans Male S/O on Period

Billy Loomis

Poly!Ghostface Matchup (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Billy + Stu Helping Trans Male S/O on Period

-Child’s Play-

Tiffany Valentine

Matchup (SFW)

-Laid To Rest-

Chromeskull

Matchup (SFW)

-The Collector- 

Asa Emory

Double Matchup (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

The Collector with a Lolita S/O (SFW)

-The Craft-

Nancy Downs

Double Matchup (SFW)

-Candyman-

Double Matchup (SFW)

-Resident Evil (All Games)-

How The Four Lords Would React To You Doing Bad Impressions Of Them (SFW)

-Multi-Slashers-

Slasher’s reactions to their s/o’s wanting to dye their hair (SFW)

The Slashers as Facebook Memes (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Slashers with an S/O with comfort items  (SFW)

Slashers with a musical S/O (SFW)

Slasher’s Reactions to your Friend Kissing You (SFW)

Slasher Game Night Would Include (SFW)

Slashers at the Playground Would Include (SFW)

Slashers at the Amusement Park Would Include (SFW)

Slashers With a Pierced/Tatted S/O (SFW)

Slashers With a Chubby/Insecure S/O (SFW)

[simpfo]

Here’s my list of fandoms and characters I write for!

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel Novak

Crowley

Jack Kline

Lucifer

Rowena Macleod (platonic only)

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

David Rossi (platonic only)

Jennifer "JJ" Jareu

Penelope Garcia

Emily Prentiss

Bones

Temperence "Bones" Brennan

Seely Booth

Zack Addy

Jack Hodgins

Lance Sweets

Angela Montenegro

Camille Saroyan

Daisy Wick

Finn Abernathy

Wendall Bray

Colin Fisher

Vincent Nigel-Murray

Arastoo Vaziri

Clark Edison

James Aubrey

Hayes Flinn

Hannibal (NBC)

Hannibal Lecter

Will Graham

Hannigram

Frederick Chilton

Marvel

Avengers

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Sam Wilson

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Vision

Tom!Peter Parker

Stephen Strange

James "Bucky" Barnes

T'Challa

Scott Lang

Loki Lauefyson

Ultron

Zemo

Raimi Spider-Man

Tobey!Peter Parker

Otto Octavius

Norman Osborn

Harry Osborn

Webb Spider-Man

Andrew!Peter Parker

Harry Osborn

GOTG

Peter Quill

Gamora

Drax

Mantis

Groot

Rocket

Daredevil

Matt Murdock

Foggy Nelson

Venom

Eddie Brock

Venom

Deadpool

Wade "Deadpool" Wilson

The Punisher

Frank Castle

Billy Russo

Harry Potter

Golden Trio Era

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger (platonic only)

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Fred and George Weasley

Ginny Weasley (platonic only)

Draco Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Oliver Wood

Older Maraduers Era

Marauders Eras

James Potter

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Before GT Era

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Percy Weasley

Riddle Era

Tom Riddle

Slashers

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Poly!ghostface

My Bloody Valentine

Harry Warden

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

Friday The 13th

Jason Voorhees

Halloween

Michael Meyers

Nightmare on Elm Street

Freddy Krueger

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Saywer

Child's Play

Chucky

Tiffanny

Laid To Rest

Jesse Chromeans (ChromeSkull)

House Of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Black Christmas

Billy Lenz

Sherlock (BBC)

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Mycroft Holmes

Jim Moriarty

Mary Morston

Greg Lestrade

Molly Hooper

The Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Gally

Frypan

Brenda

Supergirl

Kara

Alex

Winn

Brainy

J’onn

Mon El

specific reader characteristics (male, poc, short, etc.) are only per request if they further the stories plot. Im trying to make all of my stories gn or with a reader with no specific characteristics to make them all inclusive. If they have specific characteristics they will be put at the top of any story!