#josef x reader

[lebenspurpur]

love languages

AN: i don't actually know if i ever did this, so i'm doing it now. sorry for the long hiatus, life is packed full of stuff, as usual. i hope you all had a peaceful christmas and an equally peaceful new year's eve.

summary: love languages of the slashers, both receiving and giving.

warnings: mentioned sex in Bo's, mentioned weed and alcohol in Otis', canon backstories of the slashers

slashers: Michael (RZ), Vincent, Bo and Lester, Brahms, Thomas, Otis and Baby, Jason, Josef and Amanda.

(𝕽𝖅) 𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕸𝖞𝖊𝖗𝖘

Giving

Gift giving and acts of service describe Michael's style of loving you perfectly. He may not be the most talkative, physically affective partner, but he's protective and creative.

The protectiveness shows when he takes care of problems you have, no matter how small. The sink needs fixing? He's on it. You need help lifting something heavy? He's ready to flex those muscles. A person at work is annoying you? Just say the word and he'll take care of them.

The creativity becomes visible in the little gifts that get more individual the longer you know him. In the beginning, he gifted you nearly everything he could find: some candy, a dead mouse, sometimes pretty rocks. As time passes, he spends more time on them. Now you get carved bones, self-made masks, he even picks flowers now and then!

Receiving

Michael would never, ever ask for this, but I'm convinced he loves physical touch as a love language. It doesn't even have to be a big thing, Mikey already enjoys you stitching him up when he got hurt again. His personal heaven, though? You, laying on his chest while watching a hilariously bad horror movie and eating some take-out.

𝖁𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Giving

Totally quality time. It would be gifts, but Vincent's gifts are rarer than you'd expect. Most of the time, he gets too insecure and critical of the gift (mostly a drawing or a sculpture) which stops him from ever giving it to you.

Instead, he makes sure you're comfortable and safe in Ambrose. Whatever you want to do, Vincent will do it with you. Even if you just want to spend the day in bed and cuddle, he's absolutely down. Sometimes he organizes little dates for the two of you, where you can spend some time away from his brothers and the Sinclair residence. Especially after he was too focused on the museum for a while, cute dates are his way of apologizing.

Receiving

100% words of affirmation. While Vincent's childhood was filled with (mostly toxic) compliments, he hasn't heard them in a long, long time. And his little artist ego misses them dearly. It doesn't matter if you praise his art, or anything else, he loves it. He wants to hear how much you love him, that you'd never leave him. He can't relax without some reassuring words. The only compliments, he's sensitive about are the ones about his face.

𝕭𝖔 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Giving

With Bo, it's actually acts of service. Sure, he's physically expressive as well, always down to touch and caress you, but does he know how to show love through that? No.

He rather focuses on providing for you, mostly by earning a little money to get by. He also prides himself by being the go-to man for reparations around the house.

Receiving

Just like his twin, it's words of affirmation. Unlike Vincent, Bo never got any praise in his early years. He's never known the feeling of being complimented for anything else but his body or his ability to fuck someone. And he doesn't know how much he needs it until you show up. (Imagine him wanting nothing more than to make you proud, so he gets some praise. Shut up, I'm not crying.)

𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Giving

Oh, Lester loves to give gifts. He's super into crafting and collecting stuff he finds to make something new out of it. Stuff like bone necklaces, animals carved out of wood or self-made jewelry. They're always so beautiful, and you're sure he spends hours making them.

Though, during busy times, he has to content with a small bouquet of wildflowers he got for you. You're always excited anyway, no matter the size of the gift.

Receiving

I strongly believe one of Lester's dreams is a wholesome, domestic lifestyle with a spouse he can come home to. So it's acts of service. He loves coming home to a warm and comfortable home with you waiting for him. And if you cook him a meal? He's in heaven.

However, he also adores physical touch. Nothing is more relaxing than laying on your lap with your fingers in his hair.

𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖒𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖊

Giving

I think it's obvious that Brahms' love language is physical touch. He can not keep his hands off of you. And he doesn't care whether you're busy or not.

To cut him some slack, there's no slasher that knows how to be as comforting with touch as Brahms is. Plus, his hands are the softest.

Receiving

Who would've thought, it's still physical touch. In addition to that, words of affirmation. Brahms loves touching, and he loves being touched equally much. He also likes being praised, as we all know.

On a more serious note, Brahms needs your voice to ground himself pretty often. His entire life was filled with so many rules and restrictions, it's strange to be a free man suddenly. Praising him, complimenting him, reassuring him - it often saves him from spiraling into a melt-down when something goes wrong.

𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙

Giving

Tommy prides himself as the provider of his family (because he is). Therefor, his love language is acts of service. He sews for you, he fixes things for you, he threatens Hoyt when he once again crosses a line. Thomas would do anything for you, really. His biggest fear is to be without you, and so he works hard to eradicate any chance of that ever happening.

Receiving

Thomas is so touch starved, he adores physical touch. Ever since he was born, people were too afraid or too disgusted to touch him, to even get close to him. The only exception was Luda Mae. He used to think he would die without knowing any loving touch.

And then you came around, and you're so affective, so sweet to him. Tommy doesn't think he deserves you, but whenever you touch him, he melts anyway.

𝕺𝖙𝖎𝖘 𝕯𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉

Giving

As surprising as it sounds, Otis' love language is giving gifts. Otis isn't good with words (don't get me wrong, he can hold speeches like a champ, but let's be honest, he'd rather bite his tongue off than say anything emotional), he's often rougher than he'd like, he's lazy and his past-time activities are... special. In his eyes, there's only one way to prove his adoration, and it's surprisingly well-chosen gifts.

Otis always seems to know what you're currently interested in or what you wanted for a while. When he hands you the gift, he brushes it off like it's nothing, even if you're getting super emotional, but you know he means well. (He steals them, by the way, I don't think he pays for anything ever.)

Receiving

Otis loves to spend time with you, so quality time. He's been alone for so long, it's refreshing to have someone beside him who actually enjoys his company. Sure, he has his family, but nothing compares to the presence of a significant other. He loves movie nights with the two of you, even better if they involve weed or alcohol.

𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖑𝖞

Giving

Spending quality time with you is one of her favorite ways to show her affection. It's up to you what the two of you are doing. Baby's down for doing each other's makeup, she's also down for robbing a bank. You have a lot of options.

Receiving

Baby loooooves getting gifts. It doesn't matter how expensive or big they are. Anything you decide to give to her is being cherished. Be it a lipstick you bought or a drawing of her, Baby will never forget it. Gifts make her feel so wanted, so spoiled.

𝕵𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖋

Giving

Josef is very, very good with words, especially words of affirmation. It's kind of ironic, given how awkward he can be.

But really, he's praise as a person. Josef loves to compliment and worship you. No matter what you did, he has to make sure you know how much he adores and cherishes you and how wonderful you are.

Receiving

As seen in Creep 2, Josef needs someone to spend quality time with. Doesn't matter if you're going for a walk or just enjoying a bath together (we all know what scene I'm talking about), just being around you makes him happy.

Nevertheless, we also see him being extremely touch-starved. Josef is aching for some physical touch, and if you give it to him, he'll cherish the ground you walk on.

𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖁𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖘

Giving

Jason is always proud to say he's a providing type of man. Acts of service are such an easy way for him to show his love. He hunts for the two of you, he cooks, he renovates, Jason is all about making your life as comfortable and easy-going as possible.

Receiving

Jason misses words of affirmation. Just tell him how strong and attractive he is, and the boy is blushing redder than anything you've ever seen before. Praise about his work (as in his cooking or certain fixes he made) make him swell with pride as well. He adores how tender your voice is when you talk with him.

𝕬𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌

Giving

In Amanda's eyes, making sure you're safe is her number one priority. She protects you, she gives you a comfortable life, free of any worries she could possibly get rid of. Her acts of service often contain getting rid of any evidence that traces you to her, but she loves the satisfaction of knowing that you're looked after.

Receiving

Amanda misses the simple sensation of having dinner with someone she loves, or watching a movie cuddled together. Spending quality time is very, very important to her, and she often neglects tasks she got from John, simply because she misses your company.

[alessiathepirate]

Creep 2014

THE CONSEQUENCES OF A SMALL MISTAKE: Josef x fem!reader

Summary: The butterfly effect - the idea that small things can have big consequences. In her case, a small mistake gave her the opportunity to escape death.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

I didn't really plan to write any type of fanfiction or oneshot for this movie, even if I think it's fantastic (including the sequel) and unsettling, but there aren't many works out there for it - so I thought I'd try my best. And after some ideas and motivation, here it is! I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :)

Warnings: swearing, implied stalking, slightly referenced violence and/or murder, attempted murder

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the butterfly effect:

the butterfly effect is the idea that small things can have non-linear impacts on a complex system

or: the idea that the smallest things can have big consequences

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She ran out of coffee. There was none left in the small metal container she usually kept the coffee beans in, and the cheap three in one box was empty as well.

That realization hurt in the morning, especially when she woke up late and knew that she'll be late for work. And the fact that the coffee was gone made the already bad day even worse.

She should've checked it, that's what she told herself as she went through her day without her usual, great cup of coffee. The one they make at her workplace couldn't be called coffee at all and the nearest coffee shop was too far away to go there during her break.

So she had to survive without the coffein she loved.

Such a small thing. A small mistake, a usual occurance - something what can happen to anybody anytime. Yet the consequences of her not checking on the metal container on Sunday were greater than she could've ever imagined.

She was home just before seven. It was already starting to get dark and she was tired. Way too tired to care about anything, to notice the unusual things happening around her or remembering the things she had promised she'd do. She didn't notice the package on her porch, even if the box was big enough to reach past her knees. She walked past it, trying to grab her keys from her bag to open the door.

"You didn't answer my calls..." the voice was so sudden she dropped her keys as her hands shook violently, her eyes no longer tired, but wide open. Her throat felt tight as held onto her bag tightly, her knuckles turning white as she looked around on the porch, examining all the dark corners to decide where to aim with it.

It took a few seconds for her to realize she knew that voice. It wasn't a stranger even if his voice did sound strange from time to time, it was high pitched when he was excited and he was excited at the weirdest moments.

"For fucks sake, you scared the Hell out of me!" she spoke up, her voice rough - then, after she realized how rude she must've sounded, she apologized with a small, tired smile: "I had a long day, I didn't mean to shout at you."

Her expression changed, going back to its exhausted self. She let go of her bag, letting it sit on her shoulder as she crouched down to find her keys.

Then the guy she knew as Josef walked closer to her, showing her which dark corner he was hiding in. He let the shadows draw dark shapes onto his face before he too crouched down, immediately finding the keys she was looking for.

"Thank you." she said as she took them from him, standing back up to open the door.

"It's okay." he was unusually quiet as he observed her every move, even after she stepped inside, leaving the door open for him. "No movie night then?"

She stopped, for a second feeling very much awake as she gently hit her forehead with her hand.

"Fuck, I totally forgot about it." for a moment she looked like she's about to cry. "I'm one poor excuse of a friend." she kicked her shoes off and let her bag fall to the ground as she quickly disappeared into the house - her voice had an unusual pitch to it as she shouted back: "Do you want some tea or something? Hot chocolate maybe? Heck, that's the least I can do - I'm so sorry."

Even in her tired and pityful mood she still knew that in the next few seconds Josef will turn up somewhere - behind her, next to her, in the other room when she leaves the kitchen. He did that a lot, scaring her either as a plan or as an accident. This was the case that time too.

"Hot chocolate's fine." she jumped a little, her heart beating faster as his voice came from directly behind her; she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.

Although she said nothing to it, because it had became an everyday thing, she still needed a few moments to collect herself.

"Okay. Give me a moment." she whispered, the sentence having two meanings: Give me a moment to get the hot chocolate done and Give me a moment to collect myself after you scared me.

"Did you order something?" Josef asked as he walked around the kitchen, looking at all the appliences and touching some of them even if he's seen them many times before.

"What do you mean?" she furrowed her eyebrows as she got the mugs ready, not understanding his question. She didn't order anything.

"You have a package on the porch."

"Great." she muttered, her tiredness showing once again. "Must be the wrong address. But whatever, I'll deal with it tomorrow."

She couldn't see him, but she heard his breathing and his steps as she melted some chocolate and poured some milk into the mugs.

" 'You sure?"

Why wouldn't I be?

"Yeah. I've got a movie night to make up for." she smiled as she added some cream to the drinks; she then turned towards him, her smile not disappearing at all even her eyes hurt a bit. "I don't have any popcorn, but we can still watch something if it's okay."

They both looked at the other, neither of them blinking as if they'd like to win a sudden challenge. He tilted his head, examining her posture or gestures - she couldn't tell, but she felt like she's telling him more than she'd like to.

His gaze was strange. Everything was more unusual about him ever since he turned up on her porch. She didn't necessary like it, but she didn't dare to point it out either.

And then suddenly, as if someone just pressed a switch in him, he smiled. More like grined. His whole mood changed in a second - and the oddness of it activated her fight or flight reflex. The fear ran through her fast, it made her shiver and her hands twitch slightly.

She has never been afraid of him before. Maybe she should've - her instincts told her.

"It's okay." his grin stayed and it made her feel like prey. "Let's watch something."

"Yeah." it wasn't more than a whisper for herself to gain her strength back as she watched Josef leave the kitchen - she soon followed him with the mugs. "So- what'll we watch?"

"'Interview with the Vampire'?" she looked at him as she put down the mugs on the coffee table right in front of the TV, and she couldn't help but let out a tired, half-annoyed sigh despite the coldness that ran through her back.

"Again?" she asked with a small, but knowing smile and even if the weird feeling didn't leave her chest, it was still an honest one. "We watched it last week too."

"Please?"

She just shook her head with a weak smile and was already on her way to connect the old DVD player to the TV, and then look for the cheap copy of the movie. She didn't have to look for long. It was right where they left it last week after he had gotten bored and pressured her into taking a walk around the neighborhood late at night.

"All right. Just because I owe you- and you're one of the few people I actually care about."

After everything was set and the first shot appeared on the TV, she finally sat down on the couch and leaned back - both her worry and hot chocolate forgotten as her limbs were finally stretched and resting. That was when she really felt the missing doses of coffein; her whole body felt heavier than usual now that she was past the hard part of the day. Now that she could see the familiar actors and hear the familiar lines; now that she could feel Josef's thigh against her own, she finally started to give up.

It felt too nice and comfortable. She doubted that she can wait out the whole two hours and two minutes - she had seen the Interview with the Vampire so many times she knew everyhing about it by heart - without falling asleep.

But until then, she could talk, to keep Josef entertained. He had to be entertained unless she wanted to wake up to him scaring her and having a heart attack.

"Did you do anything interesting today?" she asked as she slowly sat up to reach her drink.

"Sure. I shot a short film for the collection."

"Well, at least you had a more exciting day then I had." she yawned. "Will you show me some of it? Someday..."

"Someday." maybe if she was more alert, she would've seen the change in his tone and gestures.

She put the mug back down. The movie continued. They stayed quiet.

Unusually quiet.

Josef is very rarely calm and silent. He either has to be in a bad mood or has to be very tired. And as she looked at him from the corner of her eyes she couldn't see any of it.

And then, later, the more tired she was, the more alert he became. His back straightened, but not from the excitement she came to know - from something else, something new; something she hasn't seen before.

Seemingly, he was thinking. She knew it from the way the muscles around his mouth moved. But she couldn't tell what was on his mind. It must've been something big and serious. She didn't dare to ask.

"You know..." her eyes were halfway closed when Josef spoke up. "I really thought you wouldn't care if we missed this movie night."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You're tired."

"So?" she asked. "I'm always the tired one. You simply have more energy. Besides, it's just the addiction - coffee is a pretty strong drug." she chuckled quietly.

"I was thinking, maybe I'll keep you as my friend." if she noticed the dark tone of his voice, she didn't give it away at all.

"Well it's really nice of you to think so Josef, since we've been friends for the last two months." she turned towards him, her lips slightly curling upwards. "But I'll be happy if you keep me."

"I might."

And then soon, she was gone.

Her eyes closed, because she couldn't keep them open any longer and her whole being relaxed; her body didn't feel heavy anymore.

Perhaps she should have been worried. Scared - to fall asleep. But that's not how it went down, she gave up the fight with sleep and even if she lost, that's what saved her life.

The Interview with the Vampire kept on playing on the TV, the light from it made it possible to see in the room. Five minutes went by, then ten. And suddenly her head was resting on Josef's shoulder.

If she was awake, she would've noticed how stiff his posture has become or how he almost moved further away from her. But in the end he stayed and after he worked on his position on the couch, he decided to put aside the knife he had in his hand.

He slightly moved his head so his chin wouldn't touch the top of her head as he found the right angle to examine her from. He had seen her do a lot of stuff. He had seen her cook and clean, go to work and to the store or do whatever she liked to do in her free time - all without her knowledge. He hadn't seen her sleep yet.

She seemed calm, trusting. But then again every single person looks calm in his or her sleep. Trusting on the other hand - not many people would put their trust in him. Only the very naive or stupid ones. But he knew she wasn't stupid, nor naive. She had a decent job, a decent life and she didn't talk to everyone. Yet she talked to him.

He raised one of his hands and took hold of a lock of hair softly. He twisted it around his fingers and then awkwardly petted her head.

There was no fun in killing her in that moment. She was asleep. She hadn't seen the package yet. She hadn't seen the VHS tape he put in it. There wasn't enough fear in her yet.

But then again there was something else. There was trust and perhaps, just perhaps it may be more interesting than fear. It for sure felt nicer than her fear.

He brushed his fingers along the outline of her face as if he'd like to know every single bone or wrinkle. He stayed there and raked his fingers through her hair and smelled it too.

Later he put his knife away.

And after he put her in a more comfortable position on the couch, he went outside to get to the package before she does. He cut it open and after he retrieved the necklace he put in it, he set the rest of it aside. He'll get rid of it before she wakes up.

Maybe if she trusts him this much she'll like it.

If she likes him this much she'll definitely like it.

He sat down next to her on the couch again, his gaze was once on the movie and once on her.

That's what it took her to avoid death.

Her forgetfulness, her addiction and her trust. One simple mistake.

And after unknowingly escaping death, she's got an even clingier and stranger Josef than before.

But then again, it's still better, isn't it?

[hannahbisssssss]

Silly idea, how would be reader and Josef camping together like climbing mountains, exploring forest (I imagine Josef taking Peachfuzz on his backpack or something)

- You’re not too far into your relationship when Josef asks you to go to the mountains with him.

- You throw caution to the wind.

- I mean–you’re partners with Josef; you aren’t exactly concerned about his antics.

- Before you head up to the mountains, you keep trying to make sure you have everything.

- Josef is IMPATIENT.

- It’s actually kind of crazy how much he’s willing to forgo in order to get to the mountains faster.

- Josef thinks it would be fun if you got to the mountains with minimal supplies. 

- He says he would hunt as Peachfuzz.

- Cringe.

- Speaking of, the loser (term of endearment) brings the Peachfuzz mask with him. 

- I swear to god, it was the first thing he packed.

- You finally get to the mountains with all of your supplies (no thanks to Josef.)

- When you find a beautiful place to set up camp, you turn around and Josef isn’t there. 

- Um.

- What.

- Where did he go?

- You shrug it off, thinking he probably dropped something along the way.

- SURPRISE HE’S ACTUALLY RIGHT BEHIND YOU WEARING THE MASK.

- You jump back in fear, though quickly regain composure.

-You haven’t seen him wear the Peachfuzz mask much. 

- I swear to god, he takes on a different persona when he wears that thing.

- “Josef! Don’t scare me like that!”

- He just breathes heavily with the mask on. 

- “Josef?”

- He starts growling. 

- “Josef, please.”

- You’re just kind of fed up with the antics. 

- You care for him deeply, but you don’t like what the Peachfuzz mask does to him. 

- Suddenly, Josef starts whining. 

- Um?

- Why?

- “I need to set up the tent, Josef.”

- Josef, still whining, keeps standing in your way, doing the hip-sway thing. 

- “Do you want to help me set up the tent?”

- Josef shakes his head no. 

- You roll your eyes and try to move past him. 

- He just growls again and shakes his head no. 

- “Josef, please let me set up our tent.”

- You raise your hand up and put it on his shoulder.

- He… nuzzles into your touch?

- Oh. 

- He just wants to be pet.

- You gently pet his head.

- Peachfuzz loves it. 

- Okay, so maybe you don’t need to set up the tent yet. 

- You both sit against the tree for a while, just enjoying each others’ presence. 

- “Josef, can we set up the tent now?”

- Josef takes off the mask. 

- “Yeah, sure.”

- That was easy. 

- He does that quite frequently now, wearing the Peachfuzz mask to get head pats. 

- The rest of the camping trip is quite nice. 

- You both spend a good few days in the forest, exploring all nature has to offer.

- Josef knows the best spots. It’s canon, I’m sorry. 

- You hear a bird call? He knows it. 

- He takes the time to educate you about different things in the forest.

- Maybe he does take after Peachfuzz a bit.

[defectivevillain]

live to die another day

pairing: Josef/Reader

reader's gender & race are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors used.

summary: “Hi, I’m the videographer,” you say, before introducing yourself. You decide to use a fake name—as you normally do. You don’t think anyone needs to know your real name. The majority of your customers just want a specific service from you and, as long as your videography can fulfill their desires, they don’t care what your name is. Josef seems different in that regard. He stares at you for a moment with a scrutinizing gaze. “That’s not your real name,” he says, with a ghost of a smile, “I can tell.” Josef’s stare is eerie, as if he is peering right through you.

word count: 3.1k | ao3 version

From the moment you pull into the driveway, you know something is off. At the time, you can’t explain it. But you will soon have answers to all your questions.

It begins, as most things do, with a knock on a front door. As you had trudged up the steps of this cabin, nestled away in the forest, you couldn’t help but feel a bit wary. The place is a bit too secluded for your liking—and the axe lodged into the tree stump at the foot of the stairs certainly hadn’t increased your confidence. Still, you had ultimately decided to walk up the steps and knock on the door. It’s a bit too late to go back now, you think to yourself. Besides, a thousand dollars is a thousand dollars—and you need the money. 

There is no one answering the door, to your immediate annoyance. “Hello?” You say. There is no response. You decide to knock again, a bit louder than last time. For a few seconds, there is still no answer. Just as you’re about to turn around and abandon your plans for the day, the door slowly creaks open. 

There is a man standing in the doorway. He has short brown hair and greenish eyes, and he wears an unassuming black shirt and pants. Overall, he looks relatively normal. “Hello, I’m Josef,” the man says, his lips tugging ever so slightly at the corners. His smile sends a shiver down your spine. The gesture looks almost wooden—mechanical and unnatural. 

“Hi, I’m the videographer,” you say, before introducing yourself. You decide to use a fake name—as you normally do. You don’t think anyone needs to know your real name. The majority of your customers just want a specific service from you and, as long as your videography can fulfill their desires, they don’t care what your name is. 

Josef seems different in that regard. He stares at you for a moment with a scrutinizing gaze. “That’s not your real name,” he says, with a ghost of a smile, “I can tell.” Josef’s stare is eerie, as if he is peering right through you. 

“It is,” you lie through gritted teeth. Dusty alarms are flashing and blaring in your head. You need the money, you remind yourself. It doesn’t matter if this guy is a little weird. As long as you survive the night, you’ll be fine. You’ve seen weird before—you can handle weird. You just hope this guy isn’t outright dangerous. “It’s my real name.” You maintain. 

There is a long pause, wrought with silence and tension. “Okay,” Josef eventually remarks, although he looks disbelieving. “Well, anyway, I’m glad you’re here. Can we start with a hug?” You don’t even get a chance to shake your head and step away before you’re being tugged past the doorway and into a hug. The man’s arms wrap around you and, for a split second, his grip feels unbreakable. You feel your breath stutter and you just barely manage to keep your composure. You get the feeling you don’t hide your thoughts well enough, because Josef has a knowing grin on his face as you break apart. 

What Josef says next is, in a word, unbelievable. It’s not the story itself that seems untrue—it’s the way he delivers it. For some reason, you can’t get rid of the somewhat unfounded conviction that Josef is lying. You decide to play along, since you really don’t have a choice. It helps that Josef gives you half of the money you agreed on, with the promise that he’ll give you the rest once the night is up. Then, he promptly takes you upstairs and proclaims that he’s going to take a bath—to which you are forced to be an unwilling spectator. The man’s bath—or “tubby,” as he calls it—would be a sweet sentiment if it weren’t so… unsettling. You bite down any comments and manage to keep quiet the entire time. 

If the tubby is bad, then what follows is much worse. Josef proceeds to take you on a drive towards an undisclosed location that supposedly has water with healing properties. You’re then forced to follow after him on a long, brutal hike up rocky slopes and through thickets of trees. You’re very close to giving up and abandoning the money you were promised, but the two of you manage to make it to the place Josef was looking for. He seems to think the heart carved into the rock formation below is a “sign” meant for him, and you don’t have the energy to argue. Josef then urges you to join him in wading in the water. You try refusing, but he eventually grabs you by the arm and pulls you in before you can resist. Then, the man pulls you into another hug. You feel goosebumps rising along your skin—and not just from the freezing temperature of the water.

After your hike, you stop at a diner. Josef claims the place has excellent pancakes, yet he looks at the menu as if seeing it for the first time. This is yet another red flag to add to the quickly growing pile of unsettling observations you’ve made about him. You’ve made it this far, though. You’re more than halfway through the day now. You can do this. 

Your meal with Josef is awkward at first. You don’t feel like talking, and you can feel Josef’s gaze burning into your skin. Eventually, he is the one to break the silence. “Have you ever done something you’re ashamed of?” Josef asks you, in the hazy afternoon sunlight. 

You still feel that honesty is dangerous, so you make up a story about falling from your chair and hitting your head in kindergarten. Josef seems to buy it. He takes another bite of his pancakes, before a contemplative expression falls onto his face. 

“I have a confession to make,” he murmurs, looking at you expectantly. “Something I’m ashamed of.” You purse your lips and take a deep breath, before urging him to continue. Josef seems to hesitate. You can’t tell if his hesitation is genuine or manufactured. He pulls out his phone and opens his camera roll, before turning it around to show you. “I took pictures of you… when you first arrived.” Indeed, he swipes through several photos of you sitting in your car, walking up the steps, and standing near the front door. 

Your ears are ringing. Your vision is tunneling. “Why?” You choke out. 

“I thought… maybe if I got to know you before you got to know me… then I would be less scared.” Josef admits. He looks down at his interlocked hands. There is malice lingering in the pull of his lips. “Do you forgive me?”

Something is wrong with this man. You don’t know what it is, and you’re certain you don’t want to find out. You breathe in, breathe out. Blink a few times. You let your gaze wander across your surroundings. “...Yes.” You really don’t have a choice, do you? Whatever gets you out of this situation faster.

“Really?” Josef asks. 

“Yes,” you respond. Josef seems to visibly brighten, and his energy from before begins to return. Meanwhile, you’re trying to figure out how to leave as early as possible. Technically, you were booked for the whole day. Fortunately, it’s already turning dark outside. Once the two of you finish eating and head back to his place, it will be late enough for you to leave. You just need to survive the rest of this meal and the car ride back. 

Josef isn’t as keen to let you depart, however. Once you return to his home, he’s quick to head up the first few steps. Once he notices that you aren’t following him, he freezes and turns back around. “Come on, have a drink,” he smiles. In the dark, his eyes almost seem to glitter. 

“I really should go,” you say, shoving your trembling hands into your pockets. Your heel drags back against the gravel underneath your foot. You’re so close to your car. As if sensing your thoughts, Josef walks back down the steps and stops in front of you. He claps a hand on your shoulder. 

“Just one drink,” Josef insists. “Then, I promise you can leave.”

This is a horrible idea. His fingers are digging into your shoulder. “Fine,” you say through gritted teeth, refusing to acknowledge the dread coiling at the pit of your stomach. Josef’s grip leaves for a moment, before he slings his arm around your shoulders and leads you back up to his home. You’re grateful that it’s dark outside, because otherwise, he would likely see the terror you’re sure is written all over your face. Once you make it inside, Josef is quick to move to the kitchen and grab the whiskey. He returns with two glasses and pours you a drink. The two of you clink glasses and take a drink. You cough at the sheer strength of the alcohol. 

“Look at us,” Josef says after a moment. “This has just been a great day. I’ve just made a friend.” We’re not friends is lodged in your throat. For some reason, you feel as if it’s dangerous to disagree. So, instead, you keep quiet. 

For a while, there is nothing but a tense silence. “You’re awfully quiet,” Josef then remarks casually. “Something on your mind?” There’s a gleam in his eyes. You take a deep breath and down the rest of your drink, before getting to your feet. 

“Okay,” you say resolutely, slamming your drink against the table with a bit too much force. “It’s time for me to go.”

“What?” Josef asks. You ignore him and walk towards the kitchen, grabbing your jacket and putting it on. “You just got here, we just sat down. Come on, stay a while.” 

“I had a drink, and now I really need to-” You break off, freezing in place. To your surprise, the rest of your payment is tucked into the pocket of your jacket. But that’s not what you’re looking for. You rifle around in your jacket pocket one more time. Sure enough, your keys aren’t there. “Josef,” you say, your voice sounding eerily calm despite your mounting trepidation. 

“Yes?” He asks, immune to your internal panic and growing suspicions. 

You take a deep breath. “Do you have my keys?” You’re unable to hide the accusatory tone in your voice.  

“I don’t,” Josef responds, a flicker of confusion and betrayal on his face. You frown and try to think back to where you put them. Actually, you don’t remember moving them at all. They’ve been in your jacket pocket this whole time. You never touched them. That look on Josef’s face… It’s an act, it’s all an act, you realize. 

“Yes, you do,” you maintain, “I know you have them. They were in my jacket. I haven’t touched it since we got back.”

Josef stares at you for a long moment. Your heart is racing out of your chest, but you stand your ground. You can’t stay here even a moment longer. You need to get home. You need to leave, you need to escape. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re in grave danger. 

You don’t know how long you spend staring at each other. At some point, Josef’s serious expression breaks into a grin. “Clever,” he says, pointing at you before reaching into his pocket. Your keys sit in his palm and, for an awful moment, you think he isn’t going to hand them over. Then, Josef throws them to you. You catch them and turn around, muttering a quick goodbye and practically running to the front door. You take the steps down two at a time, your breathing growing erratic. Even when you get into your car and lock it, you’re terrified. A dark silhouette stands out against the dim lighting cast on the porch. Josef is watching, even as you pull out of his driveway and drive away. You don’t feel safe until you’ve reached your home and have locked the door behind you. You lock all your windows, then double check that they’re locked and close the curtains. It takes a while for you to fall asleep that night. 

The next morning, you’re greeted with a package on your doorstep. Inside is a disc and a stuffed wolf. The stuffed animal looks innocuous at first. Upon closer examination, you realize that there’s something rattling inside it. You hesitantly rip the back open, revealing a silver chain. When you tug the chain, it frees itself from the stuffing and catches the light in your living room to reveal a heart shaped pendant. The inside of the pendant has a photo of you next to a photo of Josef, and there are initials engraved on the outside of it. A ‘J’ for him and… an initial for your first name—your real first name. He knows your real name, and he knows your address. 

After barely a moment of contemplation, you throw the necklace, wolf, and DVD in the trash. You try to go about your day as usual, but you know you’re doing a pretty poor job of pretending that everything is fine. Your coworkers tell you as much, and you’re soon dismissed with the order to “relax.” You huff a laugh at the thought. Everything is worse when you’re home, because Josef knows you live there. For all you know, he could be breaking in to watch you sleep.  

In the span of three days, you get two more discs. You throw away the second one. The third one is the last one, judging from the writing on it. For some reason, you decide to trust the message and place the disc in your disc player. After all, you threw away the first two. You’re curious to see what this one contains. 

For a moment, there is nothing. Then, the screen stutters to life and you find yourself looking at Josef. He raises his eyebrows at the camera, before shaking his head. Josef greets you, before uttering your real name and shaking his head. “You threw away my other gifts,” he says. “I was very disappointed. Heartbroken.” Somehow, he looks entirely sincere. Was he truly heartbroken?

“Still, I’m offering you a chance,” Josef continues, “An olive branch, if you will. I don’t want this to end between us.”

“This is Lake Gregory,” he states. “It’s wide open, as you can see…” He breaks off and pivots the camera so that you get a full view of the place. “I will be here tomorrow, sitting at this park bench.” He takes a breath and smiles, before the camera clicks off. You’re left to stare at your blank television screen in disbelief. 

You know you shouldn’t go to the lake—it would be incredibly dangerous. Yet, you can’t continue living as if nothing happened. Every flicker of a shadow, every minute noise has you paranoid. You can’t keep living like this—jumping at every sudden movement. You think about calling the police again, before remembering how they treated you when you tried calling before. Josef isn’t the guy’s real name and his home was a rental. He’s virtually undetectable, the officer on the phone said. You remember hanging up and nearly slamming your phone down on the table in frustration and helplessness. 

It’s a crazy thought, but this could be your chance at closure. If you don’t show up, you’re sure you’ll be stalked for the rest of your life. You’d live in constant fear, knowing that Josef could be lurking in any shadow or around any corner. But, this way, you could end things. You could put an end to the uncertainty. 

The thought is what pushes you to walk out to the car determinedly the next day, plug Lake Gregory into your navigation, and drive along. Some time later, you pull into a parking spot and look out to the shimmering water. You don’t see Josef, but you get the sense that he’s here somewhere. If there were even a minute chance of you showing up, he would have to be here. You take a deep breath and step out of the car, before walking to the park bench. You’re certain your heart has never raced so fast. When you make it to the bench, you turn around with your back to the water. You’ll watch for him and wait for him to approach. 

At some point, you see him. He’s wearing the Peachfuzz mask and wielding an axe. He slowly sneaks up in a few steps, before evidently noticing that you’re staring. After a moment, he takes the mask off, lets the axe fall to his side, and clears the distance between the two of you. There’s a mix of emotions flickering along his face. 

“Josef,” you remark. The man closes the distance between you, until you’re only a few steps away from one another. 

“Now this is what I find most fascinating about you,” Josef explains, gesturing towards you. His eyes are gleaming. He doesn’t look offended by your wariness; if anything, he looks intrigued, fascinated. “You mistrusted me from the moment we met. You gave me a fake name, fake stories. Everything was fake.” He punctuates the statement by thudding his axe against the grass. 

You don’t know what to say. Your tongue feels ironed to the roof of your mouth. “I suppose I can’t complain,” Josef continues. “Because I was doing the same. Fake name, fake stories.” His hand still grips the axe. You stare at it warily. 

“Everyone else was too trusting,” he remarks. “They almost seemed to give their lives to me, you know? Aaron, I mean… he just sat on that bench and waited. He never turned around.” You follow his gesture and look at the bench. After a second glance, you think you can see dried blood stains on the wood. Bile rises in your throat. You’re biting down on the inside of your cheek so hard that you can taste blood, metallic and coppery on your tongue. 

“I want to get to know you,” Josef continues, taking a step forward. You match it with a half-step backwards, only to realize that you’re now standing on the very edge of the grass. One more step and you’ll fall into the lake. “The real you.”

He extends a hand, an unspoken question on his lips. The air around you seems to still. Everything falls quiet in anticipation. 

Your heart thundering in your chest, you reach out and take his hand.

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[nofoundboy]

I have a pretty cute request, for the slashers (you can write whoever!) where there s/o puts makeup on them and makes them feel pretty? bonus if they called them pretty boy

Omg this is such a cute request! Love it and Í hope you like it since I love to do it

Bubba Sawyer

-You know I had to choose him

-Bubba really likes makeup, but until you came, he didn't thought about make up in his actual face, just on his Pretty Lady mask

-Of course you helped him with it, but once he started to take off his mask with you around, you decided to try to convince him

-He was kind of weary, if Drayton knew, he will never hear the end of it

-So you told him that you would only do it at night in his room, with the door closed

-It was hard, 'cause you tickled him with the brushes a lot and he couldn't stop giggling but at the end, he was just anxious for the closeness that you two had

-Your hands were so soft with him, something he had never experimented before, as he was so used to the violent and hard touches of his brothers

-"Oh my god, Bubba..." you didn't wanted to scare him, so you put your hands over his

- He was, indeed, kind of worried but a big and bright smile started to spread on your face

-"You are such a pretty boy, look" you pass him the mirror and he, indeed, looked wonderful

- You put a light purple shadow over his eyes, lots of mascara at the point where his eyelashes touch his eyebrows, adorable pink cheeks and cherry lips

-He made a curious sound, a mix between happiness and surprise, he didn't want to wake his brothers with his sounds but he was really happy with the results

-"So pretty...pretty boy..." you whispered against his cheek before kissing him, being really careful with his makeup

-He started giggling, spreading little kisses all over your face, his way of thanking you for the makeup and the compliment

Nubbins Sawyer

-With him, you have to be very patient, as he's not used in the slightest to staying still

-He only agreed to it because it give him the chance to be really close to you

-But you really wanted to try it with him, as you knew he would look really good with some eyeliner

-He never stopped to groping you, touching you at the slightest movement you make. Sometimes making you giggle or getting you hot and flustered

-"Please! Just stay still a little longer" you pleaded while adding the final touches

-He indulged you after a convincing kiss

-"Oh, Nubbins!" you exclaimed, holding him by the shoulders

-He took the mirror from your hands and stare intently at his image

-You added glitter to his birthmark, which surprised him greatly and was what most caught his attention.

-He liked the eyeliner, it looked pretty good on him, but he never expected you to do that with his birthmark. It was one of the first things they noticed about his appearance and made people prejudge him, even before he showed how dangerous he really was.

-He thought you would probably try to cover it up, assuming you were trying to give him a more normal appearance.

-But you did just the opposite, and that surprised him enormously, as well as moved him, of course it was something he didn't know how to express well in words.

-"You're a really pretty boy, Nubbins" you said, caressing his birthmark carefully.

-He didn't say anything, he simply cradled you in his arms and hid his face in your neck, placing numerous kisses there.

Brahms Heelshire

-"If you stay still a while longer, we'll bathe together later."

-You had made him many such promises during the time you were making him up, for he just kept trying to get up or complaining about the time it was taking you.

-It wasn't as impossible as before to get him out of his mask, but he still felt quite insecure about his face, so you wanted to cheer him up somehow.

-You didn't touch the burned part of his face, as you knew it was quite sensitive due to the little care he had been given, even after years.

-You did, however, take great pains with the free part of his face.

-The eyeliner and shadows you applied made him look like a rock star, and the slight gloss on his lips gave him a very seductive look.

-"Brahms…" you whispered, watching him closely when you were done

-"Y/N! Let me see! Let me see!" he exclaimed, as demanding as ever, tugging at your hand for the mirror.

-A big gasp escaped his lips

-He never thought he could look so good. Ever since you began your relationship, you had been showering him with compliments, which didn't stop when he decided it was time to show you his face.

-And although he appreciated that you liked him even with his scars from the fire, he didn't really consider his face to be something that could be defined as beautiful, no matter that the other side of his face was intact, it just couldn't look that way.

-Until now, you so beautifully highlighted his features.

-"My pretty, pretty boy" you ran a finger gently across his glossy lips.

-Brahms was not self-conscious with you, but now, thanks to the confidence the makeup gave him, he decided to thank you for what you had done, also to show you that he was more than just a pretty boy.

Lester Sinclair

-"Aw, that tickles," said Lester with a chuckle as he felt the brush on his eyelids.

-"Wait a little longer, I'm almost done," you replied without stopping. He didn't want you to stop either, as he found your expression of concentration, with furrowed eyebrows and tight lips quite attractive.

-You finished applying the shadow and finally moved on to his lips, which you colored a vibrant red.

-Lester!" you exclaimed as you turned away from him and were finally able to gaze at him.

-He quickly took the mirror from your hands, anticipating a good result thanks to the impressed smile you were giving him.

-Not that Lester wasn't already handsome in your eyes, but you had managed to highlight his features and the slight wildness of his look thanks to the makeup, so you thought it was an impressive effect.

-"Oh sweetpea… I can't believe it's me," he murmured, still looking incredulous.

-He looked so good, you kept thinking that he looked perfect for a Cabaret performance, and that made your thoughts immediately travel to less pure matters.

-"Well believe it, honey. You're such a pretty boy," and the tone in which you said that made him blush.

-"And what…are you going to do with this pretty boy?" he didn't believe those words had come out of his mouth, but he guessed that the makeup and your compliments had been responsible for his sublime confidence.

-"I have a couple of things on my mind…" was what you whispered before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him to you. His makeup would probably end up ruined.

Josef

-"I don't know…I'm not sure about this" was the first thing Josef said to you when you proposed to make him up.

-Even so, it was hard for Josef to say no to you. Although he liked to show his dominance and control, he always liked to give you what you wanted when it came to small pleasures.

-You looked so enthusiastic about the very idea that he couldn't resist any longer, finally agreeing to it.

-Besides, he was quite curious about what you were going to do with his face.

-You knew that you had to compensate him somehow for letting you make him up, so you didn't hesitate to do it through physical closeness.

-You asked him to lie down on the bed, then you straddled his lap.

-"Uh, wow" was all Josef could say, amidst giggles and other exclamations of surprise on his part.

-You opted for discreet colors, although thanks to his hair and beard, you were dying to see him with a more elaborate make-up, maybe a corpse paint.

-You didn't want to overwhelm him with all the makeup needed for something like this.

-So you simply used eyeliner and plenty of black shadow under his eyes, applying the latter with your fingers.

-"Shit…" you whispered as you finished.

-Joseph stared at you for a long time, wondering about the reason for your reaction, then he picked up the mirror you had left next to him and with delight, you saw the way his eyes got bigger.

-"I always wanted to be a pretty boy," he murmured, still looking at himself.

-"And you are, a very pretty boy…man…well" you giggled

-"Are you calling me old?" Josef finally peeled the mirror away from his face, with a fake expression of indignation.

-"Nope. I'm calling you sexy" and that shut his mouth, he agreed. You had managed to make him look like a rock star. Brutal and mysterious.

-Thank you, I'd like to do this again," was all he said before he grabbed you by the waist, pulled you to him and devoured your lips with passion.

Leslie Vernon

-"I mean…sure, why not."

-Leslie was already used to the makeup, being one of the indispensable things in his "work uniform."

-Although for him, makeup was something rather practical and necessary to avoid breaking the illusion or to accentuate the terror. While he added artistic points to his passion (which he certainly saw as art), he did not take many creative liberties with it.

-Given that his usual makeup was quite dark and monochromatic, you went for something colorful and very editorial.

-You were no expert, but you let yourself be guided by what you had seen in magazines and celebrities.

-Meanwhile, Leslie took the opportunity to caress your sides, over and under your clothes, making you stop for the tickling.

-"Are you done?" he would ask whenever he got bored, which, since he always had a lot of energy and a need to move, happened often.

-"Every time you ask me if I'm done, I decide to take 5 more minutes," you threatened with a smile, not even when he treacherously decided to tickle you to stop you.

-"Well…I'm done," you said breathlessly between laughter and astonishment.

-Leslie took the mirror from your hands and looked at himself carefully.

-You applied plenty of blue shadow until it touched the edges of his face and his lips glowed an explosive pink.

-"I look like a model or something" he didn't look particularly enthusiastic, but he didn't seem to dislike it either, he was just surprised.

-"It was easy, you're handsome. With makeup you're a complete pretty boy" your work had dazzled you as well as give you the confidence to flatter him so directly.

-"Repeat hat" His big, bright smile only accentuated how handsome he looked in makeup, making you even more nervous.

-"You hear me…" and then, at your vague and nervous response, Leslie knew he had to use coercion, so he began to kiss your neck, knowing full well that he would leave his lipstick marks there and just seeing them in the mirror would make you embarrassed.

-"Damn pretty boy," you whispered, surrendering to what he let out a laugh.

Martin Mathias

-I don't know…I've never done anything like that." Even though you were in your house, safe from any comment or attack from Cuda, Martin was still hesitant. What if he looked ridiculous? He didn't want to look bad in your eyes

-You assured him that this was impossible, and seeing your enthusiasm, he couldn't help but go along with it.

-He had put on make-up beforehand, just to scare the old man with the vampire thing, but he didn't count it since it was more of a simple and crude disguise.

-You, meanwhile, could think of a thousand and one ways to explore his face, given the beautiful features he possessed.

-As you sat on his lap while he lay on your bed, the pleasant warmth in his belly that only manifested itself when he was with you reappeared, relaxing him a little at a time.

-He was so still that you were able to finish the make-up without any difficulty, and as you looked at him without needing to add any more details, you couldn't help but exclaim.

-"I think you're the prettiest boy on earth," you blurted out, noting the way his eyes stood out thanks to the somewhat dramatic eyeliner you had applied.

-With a blush that didn't belong to your makeup, Martin stood up to take the mirror from your hands and look at himself.

-His already androgynous and elegant appearance had been accentuated by the red shadow, cat-like eyeliner and glossy lips.

-I like it…thank you," he replied, still looking at himself, so surprised by how different he looked, yet fully identifying his features.

-Martin knew he was attractive, but the fact that you thought he surpassed anyone else made him feel comforted and more confident than he had ever been.

-You looked at him with so much affection, so much love and so much desire that he couldn't help but kiss you, so softly that you had no choice but to deepen the kiss, ruin the lipstick and seek all the contact you needed.

[sraghost]

I love self serts it keeps my brain happy And also i'm trying to find a more cartoon style to draw Josef to do more silly/josef x reader pieces

[slasherparty]

can we get a nsfw or sfw fix with Josef and a chubby trans male reader,, hes a big comfort character to me:,))

ofc ofc !!! he's very comforting to me as well (i'm also fat + transmasc so this might include a bit of projection forgive me!)

josef 🐺 / chubby trans male reader (sfw)

josef finds you very interesting, from the get go. he's glad he can engage with someone who isn't offput by his demeanor and often feminine mannerisms. he can be himself in front of you (whatever 'himself' is; he still hasn't really decided, doesn't think he ever will).

he isn't one for personal space, that much is obvious. he likes making people uncomfortable. it's kind of his thing, part of the fun of his whole process. the first thing he does that he assumes would be an unwanted invasion of space is lay his head onto your soft belly while sitting on the couch next to you. he's surprised when you don't stiffen under him. well... even if it didn't scare you, at least you felt soft and comfortable.

he's curious about your gender story and wants to hear the very gritty details of it. partly because he wants you to feel vulnerable, but also because he's genuinely interested in getting closer to you. whether or not this is for ulterior purposes, he does seem engaged when you speak about your journey; the good and the bad.

josef is most likely nonbinary, or at least uninterested in subscribing to strict gender outlines, so he delights in bonding with you over shared opinions and thoughts on identity. he's a bit shaken by this, because he finds himself being completely honest about himself to someone for the first time in a while. it's an... uncertain, but refreshing change.

he decides to pause his little game for a bit, if only to learn more about you and enjoy the fun he's having with you a bit longer. the thing is, the more time you spend with each other, the more... normal this whole situation feels. a bit domestic, honestly. it freaks him out, but he can't deny how excited he gets waking up and realizing you're still here. you haven't gone anywhere; quite the contrary in fact. he isn't sure he'd be able to get rid of you. and he knows you wouldn't be able to get rid of him.

josef 🐺 / chubby trans male reader (n/s/f/w)

so, by now it's kinda obvious he has a thing for you. you know he's never been one to keep his hands to himself or generally respect personal space, but the lingering hugs, greeting pecks on the mouth ("it's how they do it in europe!"), his hand on the small of your back when you take walks outside, waking up to him sleeping laid across you... well, this felt like something else.

he found you attractive, undoubtedly, and... you felt the same for him. there was heat there and you weren't feeling so shy about it anymore.

one night, you both were lying on the sofa in front of josef's grand fireplace (how the hell can he afford these places?), watching a found footage horror flick on the big screen. you casually draped a leg across his lap, made it look like an effort to get more comfortable. without missing a beat, he lays his arm across it, squeezing your calf. he smirks. "getting comfy?"

"hmm, yeah. but i could be comfier." you shrug, and pass him a suggestive side-eye. his brow raises.

"how so? i wouldn't be a good host if i didn't attend to my guest's needs." you snorted. you both knew you were far beyond host/houseguest at this point. you lean up and put on a thoughtful expression.

"well... let me try something." you move until you're sitting fully on his lap, his limber thighs framing your larger ones in a way that felt... oddly correct. like puzzle pieces slotting into each other. "oh, yeah. now this is comfy."

to his credit, josef doesn't flinch even once during all of this. his hands pause, though, just a moment before he slides them along where your thighs meet. his chest rumbles against your back. "yeah... i could get used to his."

he props his chin on your shoulder, and you suddenly feel caught in the jaw of a wolf. you didn't dislike it. especially when his hands began to wander, up your thighs to your belly, where he squeezed and massaged the soft flesh there. thank the lord you weren't ticklish (though he would have loved to torture you with this).

you sink back into him, which invites him to touch more of you. he feels up your chest hesitantly, and when you don't protest, he continues confidently. his stubbly face turns astride your neck, and you feel his hot breath against your nape. "anything else that would make you more... comfortable?"

"mmm... uh, well..." you can't help but squirm a little. he chuckles, in that same lighthearted way he would as if you'd just told a joke. it calms you down, just in time for him to lick your neck. "ah!" out of left field as usual for josef. but you let him continue, because he was cradling you like something he caught out in the woods and dragged back home, and it made you heated.

his left hand, large and dexterous, ran up your chest to hold your shoulder close to him, pinning you against his chest. his other hand, similarly dextrose, felt down your torso further and further, before... ah. he felt the heat there, pooling in between your thighs. you whimpered, and he bit down teasingly into your neck.

"is this it? what would make you so sooo comfortable?" you nodded helplessly, desperately. "kinda rude not to answer directly, bro. c'mon... tell me."

"yes, fuck, touch me josef. that's what i need right now." you felt a little humiliated, but this was all the better for him. he tucked two long fingers under the waist of your shorts, feeling your soft belly, and the heat underneath. you shuddered as his hands met with your swollen t-dick, rubbing the taut flesh that was frankly touch starved.

"fuck, fuck, fuck..." your head fell backwards, limp against him, as he kissed and bit at your collarbone.

"good boy..." he slid his fingers deeper, hooked them inside of you, his thumb rubbing against your t-dick to keep you breathless in his lap as his fingers pumped you. you were wet and undone, bucking against his movements like a wild animal. it was fitting, considering he was biting into you like one as well. "that's right... let me give you what you need, baby."

he began to outright fingerfuck you, fingers curling in just the right way to make you howl, convulsing against him in full-body pleasure. "don't stop, fuck, don't fucking stop...!!"

josef bit down hard into your throat, just as you came all over his hand, still moving furiously inside of you. you felt absolutely spent and overstimulated as he continued to experiment with you, feeling how swollen your t-dick was, rubbing against it off and on as you twitched and came down from the insane high.

josef brought his hand out gingerly, and of course, slid each digit in his mouth to taste you. you were inside of him, in a way, and it made him giddy. "comfy now?"

you could barely breathe out a laugh, exhausted. "yeah. yeah, i am."

um..... hi.... i hope this isn't embarrassing as fuck lmao <3 hope you enjoy anon :)

[yourlocalcryingcryptid]

Slasher Showdown

Two little freaks, why must they fight? Can they not just infodump about cameras and lie 😔

[nervous-person]

I’m considering writing fanfiction but idk. I just saw that there’s not a lot of Creep stuff and that’s like my favorite movie.

[cuntghoulie]

Intro + Requests

Miasmatically = cuntghoulie

Hi, I’m Grey! I’m 20 years old, I go by any pronouns! I’m also a writer, and want to start writing for some of my favorite characters!

All readers are GN unless otherwise specified.

Requests: OPEN

Characters I will write for:

Dexter Morgan (Dexter)

Bo Sinclair (House of Wax)

Pinhead (Hellraiser)

Tiffany Valentine (Bride of Chucky)

The Man (Hush)

Baby Firefly (House of 1000 Corpses)

Otis Driftwood (House of 1000 Corpses)

Art the Clown (Terrifier)

The Driller Killer (Slumber Party Massacre 2)

Ash Williams (Evil Dead)

Amanda Young (Saw)

Josef (Creep)

The Lost Boys (The Lost Boys)

Father Paul Hill/Msgr. John Pruitt (Midnight Mass)

Frank Castle/The Punisher (MCU)

Dean Winchester (SPN)

Sam Winchester (SPN)

Castiel (SPN)

Crowley (SPN)

Jack Delroy (Late Night with the Devil)

Kurt Kunkle (Spree)

Billy Loomis (Scream)

Stu Macher (Scream)

Mark Hoffman (Saw)

What I will not write:

SA, DD/LG, p/do shit, etc.

Everything else is fair game, these are murderers for god’s sake.

Yes i’m just writing for my faves, n what about it

[lebenspurpur]

Holding the slashers while they cry HCs? (The reason is up to you, I just want some soft comfort fluff ❤️)

AN: I'm trying to get back into regular writing, so here, take this little thing. I prefer writing blurbs over headcanons, so I'm sorry if this is rusty.

Slashers: RZ Mikey, Vincent, Bo, Thomas, Brahms, Josef and Otis

Warnings: canon background stories, self-image problems in Vinny's, crying, more or less canon alcohol/drug abuse, canon suicide in Mikey's

ℝℤ 𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝 𝕄𝕪𝕖𝕣𝕤

To see Michael cry is an abnormal sign of trust. It'd take him years, hell, decades to show you that side of him.

Michael doesn't cry a lot and when he does, it's about either his sister, or his mom. He won't ever admit it, but the fact that his mom committed suicide because of stress he caused, upsets him a lot.

He usually prefers solitude when he's emotional, but after you gain his trust, he learns to seek comfort in you as well.

Make him a hot chocolate, give him some cookies, he adores that stuff. Michael also really enjoys having his scalp scraped and will demand it during bad times.

Sometimes all he needs is to watch a bad, gory movie with his face buried in your chest, and he's already feeling better.

Michael doesn't really “cry”-cry. There are no sounds coming from him, it's just the tears running down his cheeks and an occasional sniffle.

𝕍𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣

Vincent cries a lot. I see him as someone who hides emotion from other people, but when he's alone? He's going all out.

When he cries, it's mostly because of his issues with himself. Vincent hates, and deeply despises, himself. That is exhausting, and creates a lot of emotional tension that requires letting out.

He is… complicated with physical touch during emotional times. Sometimes all he wants is to be held, whereas other times he needs to hold you.

He'll mostly show up in the middle of the night and just cry into your arms until he falls asleep. He will also feel very guilty the next morning.

Vincent tries to thank you by cooking for you, or take over a task you should've done that day. He wants to make sure you know that he appreciates it.

When he cries, it's near silent. Sometimes you think that's because he's had to hide his cries as a little boy.

𝔹𝕠 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣

Bo always says he'd rather die than let you see him cry, but in fact, you see him break down quite a lot.

It could be anything that triggers him, really. An argument with his brothers, a glass he accidentally broke, an insult he called you half a year ago, a bad dream, the list goes on.

Bo's breakdowns are shaped by alcohol and self-pity, so sometimes it's difficult to help him get out of that pit.

I'd advise going for a walk before you lie down and hold him, just so he can calm down a little.

He would never admit it, but being cherished, being cared for makes him feel so comforted. Bo likes to play all dominant and bossy, however in reality, he's really, really vulnerable beneath that shell.

Bo yells when he's emotional (mostly because he's also intoxicated) and he can get very rude.

𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤 ℍ𝕖𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕥

Thomas cries like never. The house doesn't really provide a lot of privacy and the butcher would rather die than let Hoyt see him cry, so he suppresses most of his emotional urges.

When he does, it's usually about something small, but since he never really lets anything out, the tears don't really stop.

Thomas is one of the few slashers who really, really wants and asks for cuddles when he's sad. It makes him feel so loved to lay in between your arms. He never thought he would ever feel that kind of affection.

He isn't ashamed to cry in front of you, either. He might've grown up in a household built on toxic masculinity, but he trusts you with his heart. You'd never laugh at him.

𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕙𝕞𝕤 ℍ𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕖

Surprisingly, Brahms doesn't really cry either. Sure, he complains and whines a lot, but real, emotional crying is rare.

However, Brahms deals a lot with panic and anxiety, which can lead to him breaking down.

He yearns to be comforted. Someone cradling his head, rubbing his back, whispering to him when he's panicking – he's dreamed of that his entire life.

He's not going to let you go, either. Brahms is always clingy, but that shoots through the roof when he's sad or scared.

In secret, he often feels bad about needing your comfort so often. He is a grown man, he should be able to deal with this himself. It's only when you tell him that you like taking care of him, that he drops these doubts.

𝕆𝕥𝕚𝕤 𝔻𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕

Now, this ass only cries like once a decade.

Emotions scare him and when he's scared he gets either high or drunk. So there is the chance of an intoxicated Otis absolutely breaking down for the first time in front of you. You likely won't even know why he's crying.

Otis likes to pretend like he hates being comforted by you, but while he's under the influence, it's impossible to hide his content.

He didn't get a lot of affection throughout his life, so pure, non-sexual affection is like a miracle to him. He could spend his life in between your arms, but that's another sentence he'll take to the grave.

When he wakes up the morning after the breakdown, he'll isolate himself for a little while. He needs to get used to opening up to you.

𝕁𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕗

Josef also cries a lot, even if you wouldn't expect it of him.

He's the type to isolate himself when he's doing bad, which would be fine, if it wouldn't make him feel worse.

It takes him awhile to open up and come to you, but when he does, he feels so much better. Josef hates hiding things from you, he wants to be very open about everything in the relationship. As soon as he shows you his emotional side, there's like an invisible wall breaking down.

Josef's sobs are heartbreaking. You don't know how he does it, but he sounds truly hopeless.

[alessiathepirate]

THE CONSEQUENCES OF A SMALL MISTAKE: Josef x fem!reader

Summary: The butterfly effect - the idea that small things can have big consequences. In her case, a small mistake gave her the opportunity to escape death.

Warnings: swearing, implied stalking, slightly referenced violence and/or murder, attempted murder

[hannahbisssssss]

Reader calming Josef having a panick attack? ✨🤔

- The day started out like any other. Josef wanted to record something with you. 

- He still had the idea of a documentary stuck in his head after being with Sara for a day. 

- (If anyone wants me to talk about how Josef was getting into a relationship after Sara, I can write something about it.)

- He wanted to film in the forest, and he picked out the perfect spot for it!

- There’s a cute little clearing in the middle of the forest that he thought would be great to discuss his troubled teen years. 

- When you get there, Josef gets mildly annoyed by the fact that it is not a sunnier day. 

- “We should wait until the clouds go away.”

- “Alright! Should we have a backup plan in case the sun doesn’t peak out for long?”

- Josef doesn’t even want to think about that. 

- “No. It needs to be perfect. It was perfect when I picked it out earlier this week!”

- Of course, the two of you wait in a tense quiet for a little bit. You try to scout out the weather for the next couple of hours. 

- “Josef, I think it’s going to stay cloudy for the afternoon.” 

- “What?! How do you know?” 

- “I just checked out the weather on my phone. There will probably be a bit of sunshine, but I don’t think it’ll be long enough to record something.”

- Josef’s face goes blank.

- You know he’d never lash out at you, but you do wonder what his response will be. 

- What you didn’t expect was for his chest to start heaving and his eyes to start watering. 

- It’s almost like watching a child start to break down in front of a parent. 

- “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.”

- You gently take his hand and pull him a bit closer. 

- “I’m wasting all of your time for a terrible documentary.” 

- “No, sweetheart. I want to be here! I wouldn’t be here if I thought this would be a waste of time.”

- Josef looks at you with tears in his eyes.

- “Really?”

- “Sweetheart, I would not lie to you about that.”

- He wipes his tears a bit, though his chest still heaves.

- His panic attacks tend to lean on the side of hyperventilating. He has a tough time catching a useful breath. 

- You press yourself close to him, but not super tight, as you want to make sure he has enough room to breathe. 

- Your physical presence starts to ground him. 

- You rub your hands up and down his back, and his breathing starts to slow. 

- Shockingly, the moment his breathing gets back to normal, the sun comes out. 

- His eyes flutter open and look at yours. 

- “What do you say we lay in the sun for a bit?” 

- Josef doesn’t tend to talk for a bit after having a panic attack. 

- In fact, you figure he would probably be quiet for the rest of the day. 

- He nods with a smile. 

- You both stand up and lay down in the fresh patch of grass.

- The second you lay down, the sun goes away.

- “Told you.”

- The two of you laugh together in the cool shade. 

- Today was a good day.

[bloodskipper]

CREEP x reader | The Stranger | Pt. 4

Josef searched the end tables for the remote before finding it in between the couch cushions. He flipped the switch, the tv broadcasting Jeopardy!.

"Oh, I love trivia. Do you like trivia?" you asked, moving your planted mic a bit closer to your host.

Josef smiled. "Of course. I always win at Trivial Pursuit."

The two of you got in some healthy competition, trying to answer first or one-up the other with the next hardest question. You began to relax a little, and judging by his demeanor, could tell Josef was loosening up, too. A good sign, considering you wanted to get some semblance of material to work with before the day was over - not to mention the truck loads of snow currently falling outside.

As the program came to an end, you sighed with a grin.

"Thank you so much for playing Jeopardy! with me. All my friends think it's boring."

"I could tell you were a smart one. Need refreshing?" Josef glanced at your coffee cup.

"No, thank you." You swallowed, trying to slyly segue into some questions you remembered from your notebook. "What's your favorite kind of coffee?"

"Oh, I don't know. If it's coffee, I'll drink it." He chuckled.

"Right? My mom's coffee always made me feel so cozy when I was younger. Do you have any memories like that with your family?"

"Y/N... stop." Josef held his hand up to you. You wrinkled your brow, confused.

"Stop? Stop what?"

"Stop trying to interrogate me."

You moved away from him a few inches, trying to push your laptop fruther behind his line of sight.

"Y/N, it's okay. I know it's what you do for work. In fact, I respect you for it."

You stood and continued to inch back further from Josef.

"What are you talking about? Is this a prank or something?"

"No. Not a prank. Not a joke." Josef took a sip from his mug.

"You're the one who invited me here. I didn't have to come here. I'm doing you a favor, dude!" you said with higher volume.

"I had to tell you SOMETHING to come meet me."

Puzzled as ever, you hastily patted your pockets in search for your keys.

"You didn't drive here, Y/N," Josef said with a knowing look.

You grabbed your bag and scoured for your wallet. Unzipping the coin pouch, you realized you had lost the last of your bus fare.

"Shit..." you whispered, your eyes darting across the carpet in panic.

"Y/N, don't worry," Josef assured, "I didn't bring you here to hurt you, ok?"

"Then what the FUCK am I doing here!?" you shrieked. Almost in the same breath, you asked, "Did you fucking poison me!?"

"I would never." Josef stood and consciously made an effort to keep space between the two of you as he walked into the kitchen.

"I know about the magazine you write for. The Fervor? Not a bad read. Not bad at all."

"Then what am I doing here?" you repeated in a thinly veiled calmer tone.

"Why are you so scared?" Josef genuinely inquired as he pulled a bottle of wine out of a cabinet. He pulled two glasses from the rack and began opening the bottle.

Speechless, you stared in shock at how casually he was handling the situation.

He continued, "I'm going to ask you again. Have you ever been terrified before?"

"Now! I'm terrified right now!" you replied breathlessly.

You looked up to find Josef had been staring at you intently.

"Like I said, I didn't bring you here to hurt you. I brought you here to know you. And you want a story, don't you?"

Your eyes narrowed as you slowly walked over to him as he was leaning on the counter; you leaned on the side opposite to him.

"You promise you'll give me a story?"

"On one condition," Josef said, handing you a glass of wine.

"And that is...?"

"You stay here with me until I'm finished telling it."

-

Snowed in with Josef? What's not to like?????

[nofoundboy]

Hello! Can you do a head canon where the reader is a buff women and she’s taller than him? ( if you can also include how he sleeps on them ) You don’t have to but I love your work!

I don't write for female readers so I made it gender neutral

- That was the first thing Josef noticed about you. Your height, muscles and apparent strength.

- While he is an athletic man, he has never had the muscle mass that you have and he loves that.

- Although he initially wanted you to join his collection of tapes and dvds, he eventually realized he simply couldn't do it. Not with you.

- It wasn't that you were stronger than he was, he just didn't want to imagine being without your comforting presence.

- You hugged him shortly after meeting him, because he had been so excited and wanted to share it with you, so when you wrapped your strong arms around him and placed your cheek against his forehead, he knew you were the one.

-Joseph feels safe in your arms, that's what he notices and that's why he decides to spare your life, because no one has ever tucked him in like that.

- He constantly wants to caress and kiss your muscles, you make him feel very protected.

- When night falls, he always asks you before doing so, and once you give an affirmative answer, he lies on top of you, feeling your chest rise and fall with his fingers running up and down your muscular arms and shoulders.

-You are a Greek deity to Josef, so you will often catch him looking at you with absolute devotion.

- He always ask for help when carrying something heavy or opening a jar

-You are you and that's why he loves you, but he can't deny that your muscles fascinate him and tuck him in better than any blanket.

-You can't complain either, he is eager for affection and doesn't hesitate to show it to you, you are his refuge.

[sraghost]

I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss me I can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits Not tryna be romantic, I'll hit it from the back Just so you don't get attached ♫♪