#slasher show

[notastranger]

[spookyspoiledho]

Does Slasher get better than the first few minutes??

Like who tf moves into their parents murder house?

Also I am not into softcore porn in my horror. I do not find it sexy, I find it mildly off putting. Should I power through?

[cherrypearlsx]

Me and who

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | sharing a bed (part two)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Black Christmas, Scream (kinda), Hannibal (TV), Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Billy Lenz, Danny Johnson, Hannibal Lecter

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; heavily suggestive content, implied smut, unhealthy power dynamics, references to stalking and kidnapping, violence

♡ notes; still kind of figuring out characterization for Jason and Danny tbh

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Jason Vorhees

> mama always taught him that sharing a bed with someone was wrong

> it could so easily lead to sinning! and the woods tended to be humid anyway, so it’d get sticky and sweaty

> but Jason likes keeping you close, very close

> the only time he’s not by your side is when he’s “working”

> and even then he’ll check up on you throughout the evening

> one day you get worried, though

> he’s usually back by the time you’re about to go to sleep- he drinks tea with you and usually cuddles for a bit even though he’s convinced staying would be bad

> on this night, the tea is getting cold, and you’re getting grumpy, so you step outside to call for him

> it’s just a moment- a split second that you feel a hand on your shoulder- too small to be Jason

> then there’s a sickening squelch, a scream, and a couple more wet thumps and groans before silence

> you don’t need to turn to know what happened, instead letting Jason come to you (he doesn’t like seeing you sad from his messes- and you don’t like seeing them period)

> he’s got the blood of the man who touched you splattered all over you but you just frown softly “…it’s bedtime.”

> he wordlessly nods and scoops you up quickly, seeming scared that you were somehow hurt

> you quietly reassure him but he gets you the tea and pets your hair until he’s satisfied you’re okay

> you relish in the affection and get an idea

> “Jason baby? can you sleep in my bed? just tonight?”

> you can tell he mulls it over a long while before he nods

> he looks comically large in your bed, holding your teddy bear for you while you change into pajamas

> you let him be the little spoon, wrapping around him happily

> surely something this comfy can’t be wrong, he decides and falls asleep peacefully

> but when he wakes up, holding your soft, barely clothed form tight against him…he realizes he doesn’t care what’s wrong and right when it comes to you

> because you make him want to do all of the things mama said not to - and he just loves making you happy

Bo Sinclair

> you like your personal space- that’s something you made clear when you started living there

> back then you were still a victim, but the point stands

> so once they trusted you you got your own little room and let you decorate

> and you like your arrangement. you have your bed, your boyfriend has his, and you don’t ever sleep in the other’s on purpose

> why would you want to sleep next to Bo anyways? he snores, he’s always splayed out in weird positions and he sweats like a motherfucker

> maybe it had to do with the way you can always hear him screaming when he wakes up in the middle of the night.

> or how it stings whenever he leaves after you fuck, even though you never really ask him to stay

> okay, fuck it. you love the idiot and you want to sleep next to him.

> that shouldn’t be too hard to say

> except it is, because your stubbornness is almost as legendary as Bo’s

> you’re still actively putting it off when you manage to sprain your ankle in the house

> after thanking Vincent for patching you up, you spend the afternoon in the living room, sulking as you wait for Bo

> you know it’s not his fault you slipped, but you’re irrationally mad at him and getting worse the later that he is

> you can tell Vincent got to him first because he’s already frowning when he walks in to the living room close to midnight

> “what happened to you, little darlin?”

> your anger immediately melts away and you give a pathetic little pout as he hugs you tight, cursing for not checking in

> he babies you throughly and eventually takes you to your room

> he’s giving you a goodnight kiss when you grab his sleeve

> “…stay?”

> he can’t hide his smug smile

> “…you want me to?”

> you grumble but he’s happy to strip to his boxers, whistling

> “what’re you so smug for?”

> “you finally asked me to stay.”

> “…well duh.”

> he falls asleep with your whole body laid on top of him, hand lazily stroking your hair

> for once he doesn’t have any night terrors, and he’s grateful

> so grateful in fact, he’d like to repay you..

Billy Lenz

> you don’t love the idea of billy spending the night

> it’s not that you don’t love him, or being around him. he’s your boyfriend, of course you like his company

> it’s just that the sorority girls don’t have the greatest track record of giving you privacy

> they don’t cross boundaries, or enter without knocking- you lock the door anyways

> but they like you enough that usually they’re knocking on your door by eight, inviting you on a shopping trip or to breakfast or even asking for help studying

> it can be stifling, but it’s sweet, and it’s not like they’ll know you have a guest. they’d be more courteous if you could tell them

> and there’s the second reason, the one you can’t tell Billy

> you know the walls are paper thin, and you know just as well he’d take that as a challenge

> but it’s spring break, and only a couple of students are still about

> so you quite casually ask him if he’d like to stay the night

> you’ve never seen this man smile wider in your entire time with him

> and he’s surprisingly PG as you make plans

> he’s excited to eat popcorn and get his nails done and cuddle - you paint his hails black and get the snacks ready

> you rent a horror movie for the occasion, and he’s giggling the whole way through it

> he thinks it’s just adorable that you get so scared, hiding your face against him

> “Billy’s pretty baby is so silly- maybe he should distract his baby….-“

> luckily, you’re able to turn being as quiet as possible into a game when you mention how sound carries through the house

> and he’s ecstatic when he gets to stay next to you, tangled in the sheets and clinging to you for dear life

Danny Johnson

> you’ve never been to his place

> he started as a stalker, so it seemed natural he’d just keep going over to your apartment

> and since he’s always busy with the paper, and continuing his current murder spree…

> well most nights you just let him go, and when you don’t you wake up alone

> but on a particularly boring evening you decide to reverse the roles just a bit

> you figured out his address some time ago- and you picked up a thing or two about picking locks from dating Danny

> so it’s not a problem getting into his penthouse and making yourself comfortable

> you make sure to send a vague text that you knew he’d be able to figure out

> after all actually being sneaky around Danny was probably dangerous- you’re about the only person he wouldn’t stab on site

> you can’t help your huge grin when he stalks into his bedroom

> he’s acting pissy but you see the way his eyes survey your nearly bare body

> “You little brat…”

> he’s the fun kind of angry

> after a through lesson in asking permission you shower and collapse into bed together

> you cuddle close and fall asleep in his arms as he traces all your new bite marks and bruises

> he seems to get the message about staying - when you wake up it’s to him kissing your neck and purring your name

> apparently he didn’t finish last night’s ‘lesson’…and he’s eager to continue

Hannibal Lecter

> he’s eager for you to spend the night, in all honesty

> he likes being in control, utterly and completely

> if he had it his way, you’d move in within the month

> but even though you’ve brought a bag, and are all pj-ed up, he’s distracted

> maybe the one thing that can distract him from you is work- he’s a perfectionist

> and he doesn’t have to prove himself to you like he does clientele and state boards, and practically everyone else

> “y’know you said ten minutes ten minutes ago.”

> “yes my darling- i’ll be there shortly, just- go lay down-“

> you roll your eyes and instead stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and beginning to kiss his neck

> he tries his damndest to keep focused

> “…if you don’t come soon, i won’t be awake enough to help you…unwind,”

> that gets him up- you 1, work 0

> you’re surprised when after you’ve both gotten nice and relaxed, he pulls you flush

> usually you have to ask for affection

> but he spoons you, face buried in your hair as he dozes off

[hipsteralien]

will graham covered in blood will be always famous

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Hey, i've read a few of your slasher posts and i really like your writing. If you arent able to its perfectly alright but i was wondering if I could get a few slashers with a s/o that can't feel pain and so is unaware when they get hurt. It could be when meeting or having already known eachother. Thank you so much!

Reader out here like:

Michael Myers 🎃 (First Meeting)

He watched from the shadows as you pulled glass from your forearm, without even flinching.

If anything, the annoyed expression on your face was amusing to him. He'd seen many things in his life, but this was new.

For a moment he forgot why he was stalking you through the decaying house of his childhood. Instead he continued to watch as you searched for something to cover the wound.

It wasn't until your eyes met his, that emerged, holding a first aid kit in his hand.

Jason Voorhees 🏕 ( Dating)

Good lord, are you trying to give him a heart attack? I mean, he might already be dead, but still!

It was so innocent at first, you truly trying your hardest to keep up with himself during walkies. He's just got dem long ass legs.

Well next thing you know, you're on the ground and you're bleeding. Jason's panicking, you're not. He doesn't understand, he sees bone. Wtf?

Don't try to explain the science to him, he doesn't care. Now he's just worried about you not being able to tell if you're injured.

Hannibal Lecter🩺 (Before Dating)

Fully understand the science behind it. It may or may not be one of the reasons he was interested in you.

However, it wasn't until you nearly chopped a finger off helping him cook and look down and was like "K." that he felt worried.

Even if you're not accident prone, accidents happen. And you, not feeling pain which mean there's not properly connected in parts of brain that receive the pain messages, which means you might potentially-

He's spiraling in that science shit™️

[aaronsinferno]

The hate Lou gets online isn’t going anywhere. They’re not going to stop or take it easy on him in anyway. They’ve never given any of the actresses who’ve played love interest to Buck a chance and it’s going to probably be worse for Lou. Only because they see him as an actual threat now.

They’re disgruntled. They spent years rewriting narratives and bullying in order to make one thing happen and their reward is still nowhere in sight. And while I think it’s well deserved, Lou doesn’t deserve to get any portion of that backlash.

Which is why I think it’s cool that we’re all here. How a random relationship that no one saw coming could inspire a community of sorts. They’re only where they are now because a character showed up on screen one day and they took a liking to him. We’re here because of a kiss. The kiss. The thing that kick started a relationship that we genuinely want to see grow. Because they fit.

So please don’t let them bully you out of wanting to see how things play out for BuckTommy and just enjoy yourselves. Don’t let them make you or Lou feel unwelcome.

Have fun. Write. Make edits. Hyperfixate. Be weird.

But also, just be kind guys. Show kindness to each other and to Lou 🫶🏾

[ghouljams]

Serial killer Gaz is so interesting especially if his final girl has no idea who he is and is also like her best friend. Like the idea of final girl darling hearing about his recent kill not to far from her home. Some poor girl who looks just a bit too similar to her has her calling Gaz. She just doesn't want to be alone and Gaz is totally fine spending the night cause in his words "Who knows what kind of sickos are out there." Or final girl gets texts of videos and pictures of her in the mail. The police won't do anything cause she hasn't been hurt and it's just pictures. Thankfully her dear friend Gaz is there to comfort her cause poor love doesn't deserve this. Meanwhile he's planning what to send her next maybe a few pictures of his latest kill to scare her right into his arms. Meanwhile the rest of serial killer 141 are making bets on when darling and him finally get together or she figures out who he actually is.

Oh he's absolutely close to you. Showed up at one of the grief groups you joined and immediately started ingratiating himself to you. He understands you, you know? You can trust him. He's there to pet your head and listen to your scared sobs when you gets pictures in the mail of yourself, when you gets threatening letters from the man that tried to kill you. He's there to squeeze your hand when you get stuck looking at one of the ski masks on display at the store, when your voice turns wobbly at the memory of a similar one, painted with a skull, standing over you and trembling with excitement from the chase. Don't worry puppet, Gaz will crash on your couch tonight, after all someone was killed barely two blocks from your house yesterday...

He has a few selfies you've taken together, you smiling bright and laughing as he pushes his cheek against yours. He has more photos he's taken of you sleeping soundly. Videos too. Gaz knows it's unfair that the police don't seem to care about his poor doll. He complains about their incompetence and how it's dangerous to wait for this guy to make a move on you before doing anything. When you call him about the empty call you'd just gotten, an unknown number, just panting and the slick sound of... something, Gaz is sympathetic. He's honored you thought to call him right away, humming at the vibrant fear in your voice as he strokes his cock. It's not his fault if your tears are such a turn on.

Honestly he's starting to think Price has the right idea. Keeping his prey close is more rewarding than having to keep hunting you down. Especially when he can tip your head and kiss the tears off your cheeks. You think he's so sweet, not seeing the way he licks the salt off his lips.

[fizzytoo]

the sorority's last living member → day 01 🩸"final girl" — @windbrook's SLASHED challenge

[chubbyreaderchan]

Y/n at home alone.

*phone rings*

Y/n: Mr. Sexy's pizza, the special is sexeroni

Billy, as Ghostface: *watching her answer from the window* .....

Stu: *cackling up with laughter*

Billy: *dial tone*

[great-keykeeper]

Just a regular classical music enjoyer 👀

And back to your requests! Thank you for this one (about listening/vibing to music)!!

[itsthatpearl]

I am so mentally ill about them

[im-bored-so-i-draw]

grampbrahms energy

crawling inside the walls really make your back hurts ok

[cherrypearlsx]

The worst thing Hannibal did was wear this ugly ass hat

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | you’re almost a victim… (part 2)

♡ fandoms; House of Wax, Scream (kinda), Hannibal/Silence of the Lambs, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Bo Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Hannibal Lecter

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; mentions of violence and cannibalism, kidnapping, stalking, suggestive content

♡ notes; I’m kinda surprised this prompt won out for a part 2 but very happy lol, I had some fun ideas.

the whole gang is not here, just some kinda kinky guys again- I feel like this doesn’t work super well for every single slasher? only some of them are psychopaths AND perverts

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Bo Sinclair

> bo was having a rough day

> your friends had been putting up one hell of a fight, killing the first four was a huge pain in ass

> so by the time there’s only two of you left, he hasn’t even gotten a proper look at you

> it’s not until you come back to the gas station, wide eyed and begging for help that he finally notices you

> god you’re cute- you can be last

> he drops the nice guy act and gets you to the chair- rough as always and threatening you the whole way

> but then he notices it’s all a lot easier than usual today

> he glances up and can’t help but grin

> your cheeks are bright red and your chest heaving- you like being restrained

> “i’ll be good- promise—“ you mumble before he can be a smart ass

> he gags you anyways, but he praises you as you open your mouth for him to stuff the rag it in

> he can hear you whimper as he does and he’s just itching to leave so he can come back

> he leans over, one hand planted between your legs to steady himself

> he can hear your breathing catch as he simply kisses your forehead, snickering as he leaves

> you were really something

> a pretty, obedient little something that would last way longer than a day if you kept it up

Danny Johnson

> he’s worried you saw the flash of his camera through your window that morning

> he’s normally so careful, he can’t believe he slipped up like that- honestly he’s surprised you didn’t call the cops

> you must have been too groggy, or maybe it wasn’t as dark as he thought it was at the time. maybe you noticed but didn’t put two and two together

> he needs to kill you soon anyways. he’s been watching for a while, and he’s wasting time

> he settles back into his usual spot where he can see perfectly into your bedroom

> he sees you frown just a tad as you pick up the phone call from an “unknown number” - but you still pick up

> “Hi there, doll .”

> he’s called you more than once, this “ghost voice” that’s been terrorizing you- and god is it a nice voice

> a nice voice that says vile things. some of them just violent, some…well some things you like too much

> you can see you make an expression he doesn’t expect. you bite your lip, cheeks pink

> he’s seen that look before…not for Ghostface, of course, but for Danny

> you were easy enough to befriend, and it just gave him more opportunities to keep tabs on you

> like most people he charms, you clearly have a crush on him, and that little lip bite is about the same face you make when he flirts

> maybe he’s just seeing things

> you couldn’t be that perfect.if you were he would have to keep you around

> he continues on and on, observing you carefully

> and you just keep getting more and more flustered, even when he’s threatening to choke you stupid

> “you know you’re so cute when you blush like that,”

> what you say next comes just about as close to scaring him as you can get

> “Thank you, Danny.”

Hannibal Lecter

> you weren’t quite as close to victimhood as one might assume

> but he was a fast killer once he had a mark set- you had to impress him more than a bit to be considered and then ruled out

> you start as his patient

> you’re a meek thing, easy to read and fragile

> you’re practically asking to become an entree

> if you taste as good as you look, you’d be his best dish yet

> it’s not hard to get you alone outside of an appointment

> you’re delighted when he invites you to a dinner party- you’ve heard great things about his little get togethers

> and he even lets you help him get ready, setting the tables

> the conversation become macabre as you discuss some recent murders that police suspected were committed by a cannibal

> that he committed for the sake of the dinner party, naturally

> he corners you before you can realize it - he likes playing cat and mouse

> you giggle nervously and look up at him

> he’s got a hand on the wall above you, and he notices your eyes linger on his toned forearms

> many patients and victims have crushes on him, it’s not surprising or a deterrent

> though it surprised him the gristly conversation wasn’t bothering you

> “yknow, it must be nice to know you’re safe from that serial killer in the neighborhood. If he is a cannibal, he’s most likely to chose someone more sedentary.”

> you leave him there, as if you hadn’t said something so delightfully offputting to find a vase for the table

> maybe he could do some further studying….

[slashericons]

Tiffany Valentine — Chucky, S03E03 &S03E04 (2023)