#gender neuteal reader

[i-heart-slashers]

Passing by your bedroom window, you stopped dead for a moment and turned your head slowly, and you frowned. A tall man staring back at you stood in the middle of your washing.

Sliding open the window, you leaned out of it with a huff, "Michael! Get out of the clean laundry before I make you bring it all in and rewash it!".

The masked man slowly tilted his head to the side before shuffling out of the sheets. You just knew that he had a small pout going on under that mask.

Your boyfriend could be so adorable at times.

[kettlemouse13]

Pulse

Eyeless Jack x Reader (Part 1 here)

He confuses you. His scalpel cuts into your flesh, studying the working organs in your body. Yet… he’s always so gentle with your heart during procedures, always laying his head on your stitched up chest afterward, just to hear that sweet pulse of yours.

Warning: The following contains dark themes such as gore, possible Lima Syndrome, gaslighting, and violence.

Reader’s discretion is advised.

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At first, he was horrible. Absolutely sadistic in everyway.

The thought of him being more merciful than his acquaintances was immediately slaughtered after he took you away from there, that manor.

You can almost feel the burn of his claws piercing your flesh in his tight, hostile hold. The sting of his hand colliding with your cheek when you spoke out of turn. The agony as your body laid unmoving beneath his gaze, scalpel cutting into your torso as if you were merely a corpse in the morgue.

But…

After that first experiment, after he opened you up and seen parts of you that not even your own eyes have seen…

He… Changed.

His touches shifted from from cruel swipes and bruising vices, to gentle, almost nurturing caresses. His once dangerous presence provides odd comfort.

It is almost like he is now aware of something.

But it is all too confusing, what changed? What does he know that you do not? Why does he now use freezing for his experiments when he was once so eager to leave you temporarily comatose, hearing and feeling everything? Is this just a trick? Just like what he did in the basement?

The confusion fills your mind, more and more, until it pours out of your eyes, vision becoming obscured as the salty liquid fell over your cheeks.

That makes him freeze. Hands pause in place, no doubt grasping onto your internal organs. But you don’t feel a thing. He did give you freezing before the procedure.

“Is the freezing wearing off?”

His dark, deep, yet gentle voice only forces more tears to flow from your weeping eyes.

You hands move up to clasp around your heated face, shame of being so openly emotional filling your headspace, almost overpowering the inner turmoil that already plagues your mind.

And as to answer his question, a slow shake of your head is all you give him.

A sigh slips from his cold lips as one of his free hands gently grasp one of your hands with intention of pulling it away from your face, with the touch being noticably soft, you blare out, “Why are you so nice now!?”

His doesn’t even flinch at the volume of your voice.

“Are you toying with me!? How can you be so cruel then suddenly treat me like a porcelain doll!?”

Your hands are yanked away from your face with force and a snarl echoes from above you.

“You are so ungrateful, I have been so kind to you and this is what I get? You want me to be cruel? Fine by me—”

“I WANT YOU TO FUCKING ANSWER ME!!!”

Silence.

Even with his lack of eyes, you can feel his gaze pinning you where you are, but you refuse to back down, glaring right back into those empty sockets of his.

His body deflates with a sigh, hands fumbling with the flaps of your severed flesh. His hands makes quick work of your torso, stitching the skin together until there wasn’t a opening in sight.

His scalpel and tweezers clatter onto a tray.

“I like your heartbeat.”

You flinch at the sudden words, side eyeing him as you place a hand on your stitching.

He turns his head to “gaze” at you from over his shoulder.

“It reminds me of some things, I remember once hearing my own heartbeat in my ears. I think I was jogging?”

He pauses, “Your heartbeat is the only thing that helps me remember that I too was human once.”

He swivels on his foot, taking each step as carefully as possible, treating you as a scared animal. He stands right beside the examination table, legs flush with the side of your own and you ignore the need to flinch away. Ever so slowly, he lowers his head until it lays flush with your beating heart.

A hum vibrates from deep in his throat.

“I must keep your heart beating, won’t let them touch it.”

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Reblogs are appreciated <3

[kettlemouse]

Pulse (Pulseless pt 2)

Eyeless Jack x Reader

He confuses you. His scalpel cuts into your flesh, studying the working organs in your body. Yet... he's always so gentle with your heart during procedures, always laying his head on your stitched up chest afterward, just to hear that sweet pulse of yours.

Warning: The following contains Dark themes such as gore, possible Lima Syndrome, gaslighting, and violence.

Reader's discretion is advised.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

At first, he was horrible. Absolutely sadistic in everyway.

The thought of him being more merciful than his acquaintances was immediately slaughtered after he took you away from there, that manor.

You can almost feel the burn of his claws piercing your flesh in his tight, hostile hold. The sting of his hand colliding with your cheek when you spoke out of turn. The agony as your body laid unmoving beneath his gaze, scalpel cutting into your torso as if you were merely a corpse in the morgue.

But...

After that first experiment, after he opened you up and seen parts of you that not even your own eyes have seen...

He... Changed.

His touches shifted from from cruel swipes and bruising vices, to gentle, almost nurturing caresses. His once dangerous presence provides odd comfort.

It is almost like he is now aware of something.

But it is all too confusing, what changed? What does he know that you do not? Why does he now use freezing for his experiments when he was once so eager to leave you temporarily comatose, hearing and feeling everything? Is this just a trick? Just like what he did in the basement?

The confusion fills your mind, more and more, until it pours out of your eyes, vision becoming obscured as the salty liquid fell over your cheeks.

That makes him freeze. Hands pause in place, no doubt grasping onto your internal organs. But you don't feel a thing. He did give you freezing before the procedure.

"Is the freezing wearing off?"

His dark, deep, yet gentle voice only forces more tears to flow from your weeping eyes.

You hands move up to clasp around your heated face, shame of being so openly emotional filling your headspace, almost overpowering the inner turmoil that already plagues your mind.

And as to answer his question, a slow shake of your head is all you give him.

A sigh slips from his cold lips as one of his free hands gently grasp one of your hands with intention of pulling it away from your face, with the touch being noticably soft, you blare out, "Why are you so nice now!?"

His doesn't even flinch at the volume of your voice.

"Are you toying with me!? How can you be so cruel then suddenly treat me like a porcelain doll!?"

Your hands are yanked away from your face with force and a snarl echoes from above you.

"You are so ungrateful, I have been so kind to you and this is what I get? You want me to be cruel? Fine by me—"

"I WANT YOU TO FUCKING ANSWER ME!!!"

Silence.

Even with his lack of eyes, you can feel his gaze pinning you where you are, but you refuse to back down, glaring right back into those empty sockets of his.

His body deflates with a sigh, hands fumbling with the flaps of your severed flesh. His hands makes quick work of your torso, stitching the skin together until there wasn't a opening in sight.

His scalpel and tweezers clatter onto a tray.

"I like your heartbeat."

You flinch at the sudden words, side eyeing him as you place a hand on your stitching.

He turns his head to "gaze" at you from over his shoulder.

"It reminds me of some things, I remember once hearing my own heartbeat in my ears. I think I was jogging?"

He pauses, "Your heartbeat is the only thing that helps me remember that I too was human once."

He swivels on his foot, taking each step as carefully as possible, treating you as a scared animal. He stands right beside the examination table, legs flush with the side of your own and you ignore the need to flinch away. Ever so slowly, he lowers his head until it lays flush with your beating heart.

A hum vibrates from deep in his throat.

"I must keep your heart beating, won't let them touch it."

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Reblogs are appreciated <3

[toomanybrainrots]

Im sorry but I am sick and tired of seeing SO MANY FEMALE READER

This is in general, cuz istg everytime i see a post with x reader in any fandom and it seems interesting until I see the female reader tag.

I, honestly, do not have any issues with it in general, but istg theres SO MANY OF IT EVERYWHERE IN EVERY DAMN FANDOM

[cyber-streak-2]

Okay question: Can you write Predaking? If so, maybe Predaking meeting a dragon!gender neuteal!reader. Platonic pls.

If you don't write Predaking, then Starscream meeting the same reader?

I think I can write Predaking, but I couldn’t think of much for him with this one.

(Platonic) (TFP) Starscream meeting a Dragon/Predacon Reader:

{He met you the same day that Shockwave arrived with Predaking- and just like with the other ‘beast’, he was frankly terrified of you.}

{Starscream is pretty surprised to find out that you’re just being friendly towards him- although he’s still somewhat scared. You can be dangerous, after all.}

{You’re able to talk+transform, but it’s up to you if you want to- either way, it constantly surprises the Seeker, at least for the first few times.}

{You already like the Seekers company from the get-go, and gradually, Starscream starts to realize that he enjoys your company, too.}

{To the others surprise, you seem to constantly protect him from anything that’s dangerous to him. Although it’s not just Autobot’s. You’ve tried protecting him against Megatron, Predaking, etc.}

{You join him and Shockwave when the two escape after the finale- and he’s relieved about that- he doesn’t think he can handle the scientist by himself.}

{He’s still somewhat scared of you throughout everything, just a little bit, considering what all you can do.}

[i-heart-slashers]

Michael had enough, you had played one too many pranks on him, and he was getting no work done. There were plenty of teenagers he could be terrorizing right now.

Instead, he's the one getting jumpscared by you every hour. In fairness, you did warn him Halloween was your favorite time of year, but he underestimated your love.

Banging his fist on the window, he saw your eyes widen for a moment before clarity came over you, realizing it was just your boyfriend.

He stared at you for a moment before flipping you off and shuffling off into the night, kicking over a pumpkin as he went ranting to himself and if he had a pout on who was to know.

You did; you knew.

[i-heart-slashers]

"It's not my fault! They wanted to take you away from me, so I had to do something!" + "I'm doing this for us."

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader (I imgained it as Fem but you read it as GN)

Warning(s): Yandere, violence, death, abuse, mentions of kidnapping.

There was no way to escape the terrifying screams of pain and thudding from the living room. You had taken up Steve's offer of coming to stay with him and using his house as a safe haven.

Though now you wished you hadn't.

From your current spot inside one of the kitchen cupboards, all you could do was shut your eyes and hope it all went away. You wish you could have the courage to do something- anything, but that had been stripped away months ago.

This was all your fault.

Eddie seemed like the perfect guy when you first started dating him. Sure he had his eccentric hobbies, and everyone deemed him as some satanic demon, but he was actually sweet and kind.

Or so you had thought.

It hadn't taken long for Eddie to latch onto the feeling you began to reciprocate for him, stating his overprotectiveness was just because he wasn't used to having someone love him.

You had taken all of his bad traits and defended them fiercely to your friends, who had begun to worry.

Eddie took pretty much everything away. Your independence, freedom, friends, and you didn't even realize it until Nancy talked some sense into you. 

That was the day you broke it off with Eddie at the picnic table in the woods behind the school. You told him you needed a break and that your friends were right.

That was a month ago, and since then, Eddie broke into your house multiple times, terrorized your family, and burned your house down with them inside it. 

Luckily Hopper had seen the fire on the way home from work and called it in. They were alive but all in terrible condition. No one really knew who did it, but your friends were convinced it had been Eddie.

That's when Steve took you in; his parents were on a business trip. He promised to keep you safe and that none of the group would let the crazy metalhead know where you were.

That's why you were surprised when Robin answered the door to a menacing and desperate-looking Eddie Munson, he had pleaded with her at first to let him see you, but when she denied his request, his sad puppy eyes changed.

You don't know how Eddie found you, but you didn't want to think of the why or the how not when you were sure the thudding sound was him beating up your friends to an inch of their lives.

Low talking sounded from the living room; it sounded as if Eddie was asking questions. You could hear the annoyance and hostility in his voice. It had been there since Steve had called out for you to run earlier.

You were sure you could hear the painful moans of Steve attempting to threaten Eddie from his home. More worryingly, there was an unusual void where Robin would throw in sarcastic quips. 

Taking a deep breath, you knew it was time to either go for help or try to save Steve and Robin yourself. Uncurling your arm from around your knees, you slowly moved from under the table and silently tiptoed out of the kitchen.

Your heart pounded as you crept through the now hauntingly silent house until the sounds of shoes padding against the floor made your heart clench. "Sweetheart!" Eddie's relieved voice called as you broke out into a run. 

Sprinting towards where Steve's low sobbing could be heard, rounding the doorway, you stopped suddenly as your eyes took in the heartbreaking image of a battered Steve holding Robin in his arms.

"Gotcha!" You're manic ex-boyfriend cheerfully exclaimed, catching you by the waist, but you couldn't tear your gaze from Robin, whose glassy blank eyes stared above her.

"What did you do?" You whispered as Eddie placed his chin on top of your head, swaying the both of you softly. You couldn't even find it in you to raise your voice.

"It's not my fault! They wanted to take you away from me, so I had to do something!" The curly-haired metalhead explained, turning you around by your shoulders and shaking you in his arms as if trying to make you see sense.

"You killed Robin, Freak!" Steve shouted from his spot on the floor where he still held the still body of his best friend.

Eddie's eyes darkened at the nickname everyone at school had bestowed upon him. It was worse whenever Steve used it since Eddie was convinced that the popular boy had a crush on you.

Tears rolled down your cheeks. Robin didn't deserve to die for the mistake you had made by letting Eddie into your life. "So what's the big plan now, huh. You've caught me and killed our friend. How do you see any future from this?" 

Surely he realized that he wasn't going to get away with this. Steve and you would go to the police. Robin's body would be found, and he would undoubtedly be caught.

"I'm doing this for us." His voice was soft as he lay his forehead on yours, but his eyes were crazy when he glanced towards the only person left in the room that he had no worries about harming.

Following his gaze, you saw Steve trying to quietly pull himself out the door, his body looking a mess from the beating Eddie had given him.

"Eddie, no!" you shouted, throwing yourself upon his back when he grabbed your friend's ankle dragging him back next to Robin's body as he cried out in distress.

Punching anywhere your fists could reach, you sobbed, trying to help Steve in any way you could. "Please stop," you begged, but it seemed to do nothing to Eddie, who only threw you off his back like you weighed nothing.

Crashing against the corner of Mrs. Harrington's fancy coffee table, you could do nothing but lay in shock as blood trickled from the new wound in your head as Eddie took a fist full of Steve's hair and spit in his face.

Crazed words were whispered at Steve about how Eddie would take you away from everyone forever, that you didn't need friends, you only needed Eddie.