#slashers x gn reader

[slashersidewhore]

Slashers! First meeting their S/O

Slashers! x gn!reader

Includes Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

Requested? Yes

Warnings: beefy murder boyfriends, fluffy shit, pre-relationship stuff, love at first sight, mentions of murder/gore/malicious intentions, violence

Michael Myers

It was Halloween night, dark eyes through holes in a white, cast of a mask staring through the second story window of an old, decrepit house

A young boy skipping by as in a blue, capped superhero, an older couple strolling on the opposite street, arm in arm minding their own in the breezy night

Eyes cast downward as the sharp ring of a doorbell shot through the old bones of the house, glint of a butchers knife tight in the grasp of the man know silently making his way through the upper hall

“Are we even supposed to be going in here?”

“Who cares, it’s tradition to check out the Myers mansion, relax”

“I don’t know, this feels wrong..”

Listening to what seemed to be two young adult, the shrill voice of one of them almost instantly striking the silent man with a headache

Michael watched from the shadows as the pair came into view, the louder of the two wearing her hair in tight pigtails, a cheerleader outfit splattered with what was obviously fake blood, a bad attempt at a murder victim

Ready to lumber from the darkness and strike down on the intruders, the man was struck to the spot he stood as you came into view, wearing another poorly, and clearly last minute, thrown on pirate costume

You were what he imagined when the perfect kill was dreamt, your face burned into his as your pictured screams of fear and pain died as did your fighting spirit, the knife once again tightened in his grip, knuckles turning a pale white, veins pulsing beneath taut skin

He wanted, no, needed to kill you

Even the thought alone send a bold chill of excitement through the otherwise lifeless body of his

“You know what would be so funny-“

The girl in pigtails spoke as she flipped around the corner, the voice shrinking in her throat quickly morphing in a scream of terror as she bumped into the large, awaiting body of the infamous Michael Myers

Although her scream was also short lived as a rough hand was immediately around her throat, lifting her from her feet and slamming her back into the adjacent wall breath knocked from her body at the impact

His other hand rose, moonlight catching the long, silver blade as it was plunged deep into her stomach, twisting, turning as her throat gave up on its scream, another shriek caused the killers head to twist like an owl

There you stood, frozen in place with hands partly covering your mouth, eyes wide, not shaking, not running, just watching as the man before you brutalized your friend

But as your eyes caught each others in the dimly lit hallway, Michaels grasp on the now corpse released, body hitting the floor with a dull thud he didnt bother to pull the knife from its placed nestled between dead flesh, not even glancing down at it

Your hands slowly fell from your face, still not shaking, but clearly stressed with sweat as you wiped your hands on the fabric covering your thighs

“I’m, sorry for breaking in”

Your voice was soft, careful but not disingenuous, Michael didn’t know how to react, unable to look away or even move

His head tilted to the left, mask bunching at the bottom, he turned on his heel and made his exit through the rickety wooden door leading to the backyard, leaving the body, knife, and you alone in the corridor

As his walk through the brisk night air flooded under the neck of his mask, the killer could feel his normally emotionless face scrunch with confusion

If hearing you scream in fear wasn’t what he thought he wanted from you, then what did he want from you?

He would have to investigate this sudden curiosity closely

Jason Voorhees

Jason was tirelessly indulging the day by sitting on the end of his cabins patio, watching the slow turn of various wild animals go by

There weren’t any campers to keep him busy, nor screams and boisterous laughter of teens trying to get their rocks off on the property, just the hum of June bugs and trees swaying beneath the gentle breeze of warm weather

That was until a shrill yelp drilled into Jason’s eardrums, bothered by the distraction from his day of calm, the man stood with shoulders squared, grabbing the awaiting machete perched against one of the patios wooden posts

Marching through the dense woods, his boots crushed leaves as he made he way to the noise from minutes earlier, hoping whoever it was was far gone

“Oh my god”

Of course they weren’t though, of course whoever this was decided to stupidly wander onto private property, clearly posted in writing on multiple trees and wire fences

Although Jason hesitated when he heard something he’d never had the pleasure of catching

“You poor thing, here I am breaking the law because of you”

Peeking from behind the thick trunk of a large oak, Jason was surprised to see a stranger kneeling in the dirt, fingers and palms cut up with minor wounds as they attempted to unwind a helpless rabbit that seemed to have gotten itself rolled in loose barbed wire

Not minding to worry about yourself, you winced as another barb caught your finger, slicing the thin flesh there as the rabbit was freed, trotting away without a care in the world

“Okay, now which way did I come in from?”

You wondered aloud, turning on your heel to go back the direction you think you came from, hoping in get back on the hiking trail you’d left behind

Jason merely watched with confusion, no malice or really any thought behind his eyes other than the urge to, protect you, from what he wasn’t sure

But he knew for certain, you weren’t someone he’d be able to forget

Thomas Hewitt

Let’s get one thing straight, Thomas doesn’t enjoy killing, him and his family was forced into it by Hoyt and his insatiable urge to feed and “care” for everyone

Most victims were easy to kill, treating him like a monster, screaming in his face curses and insults as they went out

Others he had a harder time with, the ones that just cry, plead with him for their life, promise they won’t tell the police if he lets them go

That being said, he’s never failed to kill, not once since he’s begun

That is until one summer day, when a knock at the door caught Luda Mae by surprise, wiping her wet hands on a dish towel and headed to the front door

Eyes narrowed, the older woman opened the door to reveal a young adult, you, standing there with a shy smile gracing your features, you held a pair of car keys in one hand, the other free to reach up and rub nervously at the back of your neck

“I’m sorry to bother you and, whoever else is home, but my car broke down a mile out, and I’m unable to reach anyone on my cell”

Luda Maes confusion turned to soft pity, a reserved grin taking over her lips as she moved to the left, a hand beckoning you in

“Well dear, there’s a phone in the kitchen, if you’d like I can call the towns auto shop while you wait in the living room”

Although still shaken from being practically dropped in the middle of nowhere Texas, you made your way graciously inside, thanking the woman with kind praise as you did so

Taking a seat on one of the two sofas available, your ankles crossed as you stared down at one of the keychains dangling from your car keys

You could hear the woman in the kitchen shuffling around, although you weren’t sure if you could hear anyone speaking to anyone on the phone

Curious, you slowly stood, palms sweaty as you now took a few steps from the living room, now able to hear Luda Mae speaking on the low to someone, then the sound of a corded phone clicking into its place on the wall

Heart slowing as you realized you were just being paranoid, you quickly turned on your heel to find your way back to the couch, although your trip was cut short by your feet crossing over one another, about to fall on your face when a two large hands steadied your shoulder

Gazing up, your breath caught in your throat at the absolute behemoth of a man now standing before you, a leather mask covering the bottom half of his face, thick brows furrowing as you simply continued to stare with wonder up at him

“Thank you”

Was all you could manage, voice catching as you realized your body was practically pressed up against his

“There you are dear, oh look I see you’ve met my youngest boy Tommy”

Luda Mae spoke as she entered the room, knowing look on her face as she coyly added fuel to the current fire

Pulling yourself up right and out of Thomas’ grasp, your hot face was focused on the older woman in hopes the man wouldn’t notice your sudden fluster

“Unfortunately our only truck is out with my other son, so I was thinking my boy here could be so kind as to walk you to the auto shop, you’ll be safe with him, promise”

You didn’t notice the way Thomas’ eyes followed you, too focused on thinking about being alone with a man as attractive as the one quietly standing beside you

“You’re not worried are you?”

Luda seemed to test you, but it went right over your head as you shook your head no

“He seems very reliable”

You smiled up at Thomas, unable to catch the skip in his chest as you did so

Luda Mae could only grin at the sight, ready to call up Hoyt and tell him to leave this stranger alone, as she could see a future blooming before her eyes

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wasn’t one to leave his studio unless absolutely necessary, and even in those cases he didn’t, it wasn’t pleasant for the man

Until Bo brought home a guest, someone shaking and blindfolded as he manhandled the poor soul, although the stranger wasn’t screaming nor fighting, it was as if they’d completely given up, or knew it wouldn’t help

Vincent watched silently as his brother forced you to the ground, your knees surely hurting as they made contact with the hard, concrete floor

“Do you know what happens to people that wander where they don’t belong?”

Bo questioned menacingly, although he had a playful glint in his eye Vincent had never seen before

Silently creeping up behind his twin, the long haired man narrowed his eyes as he scanned what he could see in the dim, candle lit room of your face

The obvious old, dried tears that had found their way down your cheeks were still shining, creating lines over your soft skin

You looked to be carved of marble, painted with delicate strokes and framed with care, you were a work of art, and he hadn’t even seen your eyes yet

Placing a deft hand on Bo’s shoulder, the two exchanged looks, the shorter haired twin groaning in annoyance, although that look from before was still in his eye

Right as he was turning to take his leave, he leaned closer to Vincent, whispering to him as he passed

“I took one glance and knew you’d like them, guess I was right”

Then he was gone, foot steps disappearing as he left up the basement stairway

Vincent cautiously walked closer to you, noticing how you flinched back a bit when he made a move to pull your blindfold up, doing it slowly as to not startle you

Your watery eyes fell on his masked face, brows furrowing slightly as you glanced around the room

Vincent’s mouth soured at the idea that you were looking for Bo, of course you would be, what new comer in town wasn’t, until

“Is that man from before gone?”

You’d whispered, and if your sweet voice didn’t send Vincent into a flutter of strange emotions, your next words at the nod of, “yes”, Vincent gave you did

“Good, he scares me”

He merely nodded, unsure of how to act

“Is he going to come back?”

Vincent shrugged

Your shifted so you were sitting, wincing at the ache in your legs, eyes nervous but no longer afraid, you looked to the silent man before you

“Will you, stay here if he comes back?”

Vincent had never been so quick to nod a, “yes”

Sorry I’ve been gone for so long, but I’m back now! I’m working on what is currently in my requests but feel free to send in more!

^ me returning after being inactive for 6 months

[sethcertified]

Poly Billy & Stu x Male Reader

Where reader has been canceling plans and spending time with Randy when the three promised to hang out or just generally ditching them for him and they’re hella jealous? Like wanting to keep reader on a leash so he can’t run away anymore jealous.

「 JEALOUSY KILLS ! 」 . . . 📁

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

w.c: 3.2k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . Billy and Stu confront you, raging in jealousy, after seeing you with Randy at Stu’s party; the man you had been ditching Billy and Stu for

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader

Macher parties were your least favorite. They always consisted of the people you hated the most: snobbish highschoolers that didn't give anyone below their social standards the time of day unless it benefited them somehow. You were bare witness to this in real time as a highschooler yourself.

You could usually count on the company of Billy or Stu to keep you occupied. For a while, at least. Yet they developed the habit of seemingly forgetting your presence as the party raged on. They would hang out with you for the first couple minutes of the party, but leave you alone at one point or another. Usually to hang out with Sidney or Tatum. It had happened again and again, and by now, you were sick of it. Standing alone in the corner as people you hate surrounded you was not fun in the slightest.

So you invited Randy.

✁.

Billy sat on the living floor, beer in hand, as Stu sat beside him. Billy was used to having Stu as company, and don't get him wrong, Stu is his best-friend, but there's a limit as to how much Billy can listen to the other man ramble. "Can't believe Will was able to do that! A keg-stand with one hand? I wish I could do that. Whadda ya think, Bill?" Billy's name escaping Stu's mouth caused Billy to look to the blonde boy who had been talking to him for... awhile.

Billy felt himself down the last few drops of beer as he cleared his head. It wasn't common for him to zone out. In fact, he would consider himself to be a great listener. Although, you kinda have to be when being not only best friends but also boyfriends with Stu Macher. But today, something else had caught his attention completely.

Stu flops against the wall as he realizes just how much Billy had been listening for. His gaze flickers to Billy, catching a glimpse of what had ruptured Billy's attention for the past half hour.

You, in all your glory, sipping on your drink in the most angelic way possible. A dark blue sweater draped over your body in a simple but beautiful way. Blue is your color, Stu thinks. No wonder Billy was staring at you. He looks back over to said man, watching as his eyes darken and his jaw tense. Confused, Stu looks back to where you stood, noticing the thing that was bugging Billy. "Is that?"

"Randy," says Billy, in a way that makes it seem like what he's looking at is the most absurd and repulsive thing he's ever seen. Stu mouth falls agape as his eyes catch sight of you, laughing as you touch Randy's forearm. "What is he doing with [Name]?"

Billy lets out a sarcastic chuckle. "What do you think?" Stu's eyes narrow as you laugh at some joke Randy made. He had noticed you two getting closer recently. Hell, you even ditched Billy and Stu to hang out with him more than once! But there was no way you two were-

Maybe you were. "They're not- right, Billy? [Name] wouldn't date Randy." Stu asked, panic and jealousy apparent in his tone. Billy sighs as he lips press into a stern line. "I don't know."

"What if they are?" Stu asks.

"We kill Randy," Billy says nonchalantly but there's something dark underlying his words. "Give [Name] a shoulder to cry on, make him ours. Simple." Stu nods along to Billy's words, but doubt still clouds his mind. "What if that doesn't work."

"It will. And if it doesn’t… I’ll put him on a leash if I have to," is all Billy says before going silent once more. His gaze is glued to you and Randy. You are still smiling at him and talking. But that's okay, Billy reasons. When you're comfortable with someone, you love to talk. You could spend hours rambling about the latest movie you saw or the newest episode of your favorite tv show. That doesn't mean you're dating him. Right?

And smiling? That was nothing. You smile at everything. Something both you and Stu had in common. Hell, you even smile at strays. And, to Billy, Randy was extremely familiar to a stray, wild, animal.

Can't be wilder than you and Stu though. Or did you forget who you are, ghostface?

Billy frowns at the thought. You didn't know. Both Billy and Stu had guaranteed that. But what if you did? What if that was the reason you had started to ditch them for the likes of Randy? Everything you had done with them was stuff you were know doing with Randy, after all.

The first time you had ditched them for Randy was on your weekly movie night. After you had yet to show up after an hour, they had gone out looking for you. They eventually found you sneaking him into a movie theater to see the new Hellraiser movie. Something you had promised to watch with Billy and Stu.

As you began to ditch them more and more, they continued to see what you were doing instead of hanging out with them, and every-time you were with him. Doing stuff you always did and/or promised to do with Billy and Stu. Watching stupid movies to make fun of their absurdity, sneak onto the roof to just talk until the sun crept over the horizon, etc.

It drove them insane. Sure, you didn't owe the two anything. You didn't sign a contract saying you had to spend every waking moment with them. But that didn't make the two any less jealous. Especially when Randy wouldn't leave your side.

"Bill, I can't do this anymore, watching them is driving me nuts, man!" Stu whined as he chugged down some of his beer. For a second, Billy was taken aback. He had completely forgotten Stu's presence (again) while glaring holes into Randy's back. "Maybe we should go up to him?" Stu asks.

Billy clears his throat at the suggestion but glares at Stu. "Does it look like we could with Randy clinging to him? Don't be stupid." Stu pouts as he glances back at you and Randy once more. You're laughing at something he said, again. Stu's pout quickly turned into a frown. He was the only one to ever make you laugh that much.

Was he being replaced by Randy? Could Randy do everything he could? Better, even? The paranoia racking Stu's brain makes him sure he's going crazy. Surely, you wouldn't replace him. Right?

"I'm going up to him," says Stu. Billy gives him a pointed look. "Tell me how that goes."

"You should come with me," Stu replies. Billy feigns ignorance to Stu's words as he lifts the empty bottle of beer to his lips. "C'mon man, before it's too late."

Before it's too late.

The sentence echoes in Billy's ears. He didn't want to lose you. He couldn't lose you. Not to the annoying guys at school, not to the girl who always insists on being your partner whenever she gets the chance in English, and especially not to Randy. Billy wouldn't let that happen. Never. Not to anyone.

You were his and Stu's. No one else's.

Before he even can process what he's doing, Billy's standing up off the floor and walking to the kitchen. Stu right beside him with a satisfactory smile across his face.

You chuckle at something Randy says before you notice Billy and Stu walking towards the both of you. Your smile quickly drops. Now they chose to come say hi?

Stu swings his arm around your shoulder, "Hi, [Name]." His tone was flirty in the charismatic Stu way that would usually make your knees weak. Billy creeps up besides Stu. He gives Randy a quick glance before saying, "Hey" to you.

It was impossible not to notice your sour mood. Even Stu felt his confidence falter. You were pissed. Randy clears his throat, causing all three of you to turn your attention to him. "Sorry, Randy. Anyways, what were you saying?" You completely disregard Billy and Stu, focusing all of your attention on the brunette man in front of you.

Randy's gaze flickers to Billy and Stu before sending you a confused look. The two of you do a bit of eye communication as the tension between all four of you gradually increases. "So," Randy finally clears the air, "Have you guys seen the new Hellraiser movie? Me and [Name] saw it the other day."

As soon as those words leave his mouth, both Billy and Stu look like they want to rip his face off. They already knew of you ditching them for Randy, but to hear it out of his mouth made both men want to take you far, far away from the world. Make you theirs and only theirs.

"Not yet." Says Billy as his brown eyes lock onto you. The feeling of his stern gaze makes you swallow awkwardly. Randy didn't know you were going to see it with Billy and Stu. He also didn't know about your repeated ditching to hang out with him. Every word that could and had come out of his mouth was putting you one foot in the grave.

Randy laughs awkwardly, "It sucked. Didn't miss out on much." Billy just nods his head, not interested in what Randy had to say. "But [Name] can make any movie good. I never laughed so hard in a movie theater before."

"We get it." Billy says, annoyance clear in his words. Your eyes widen at Billy. You knew he never liked Randy that much, but he seemed to always tolerate him when you all hung out together. It made sense, so you never bugged Billy about it since Randy made his crush on Sidney very obvious.

Your gaze lingers on Billy, trying to decipher his abrupt aggressiveness. His face is contorted angrily. If looks could kill, Randy would be six feet under.

"So, Randy, you still got the hots for Sid?" Stu suddenly asks. It doesn't sound genuine at all. What were they up to? "Stu!" You whisper-yell at him. His blue eyes meet with yours. "Why would you ask that when Billy's right there?" It seems odd to you the fact you have to remind Stu that mentioning Randy's crush on Sid is a bad idea when Billy's right there. Unless he had something up his sleeve?

"Uh," Randy stutters, now slightly scared of what Billy will do if he answers truthfully. It doesn't help that Stu was staring down at him like a vulture. "A little, I guess." Your lips pull awkwardly back as Randy avoids eye contact with Billy and Stu. Why were the treating Randy like this?

Stu laughs at Randy, "I can't believe you would actually admit that when her boyfriend is right there!" His laughter quiets down but chuckles still escape his mouth. "Are you that stupid?"

"Dude! Stop being a dick," you whisper to him. Stu squints his eyes at you as if he's trying to figure out why you're defending Randy so hard. Stu frowns but continues on his taunts. "Is that why you came? To sneak a peek of her?"

"What? No!" Randy responds. "I came to hang out with [Name], so he isn't alone. He invited me in the first place."

You smile at his words. It didn't take much to notice; however, how Billy's jaw tensed and Stu's hand against your shoulder clenched. If the only people in the room were you four, you wouldn't doubt either of the boys breaking a beer bottle on Randy's head.

"Well, he isn't alone anymore, so you can leave." Billy says. Randy nervously chuckles, "I mean, I could. But I'm already here with [Name], and I like hanging out with him."

"I like hanging out with you too." You tell him, desperate to make him feel less uncomfortable when there's two men right in-front of him who look like they could slit his throat if given the chance.

"You know what's more fun to hang out with? The door. You should go check it out and while you are at it, get your ass out of here." Billy says without any hesitation in his voice.

"Billy!" You gasp. This wasn't cool anymore. "Can I talk to you?" Your gaze flickers to Stu. "Both of you. In private?" You send Randy an apologetic smile before grabbing both Billy's and Stu's hands and dragging them the hell out of here, without waiting for a response from the two.

Billy stops for a moment to speak to Randy once more, "The door is right there. Feel free to use it while we're gone." You curse under your breath as you pull him with you and take him up the stairs, eventually pulling the two into Stu's bedroom. Your hand doesn't leave theirs 'til you shut the door and can only hear the faint noise of the party raging on downstairs.

You let go of them to cross your arms over your chest, "What the hell are you two doing?"

Billy's the first to respond. "Showing Randy his place," he says, without an ounce of guilt for what he had done.

Stu nods and you glare at him. "C'mon, you guys. He's my friend. What's the problem with him hanging out with me? It's better than me being alone in the corner as I watch everyone around me make out and drink booze." It's your turn to be upset, and you hope your feelings get through their thick skulls.

"I don't care if he's your friend," Billy says, putting a strange emphasis on the word friend. Your brows contort in confusion and anger at his words. "What the hell is wrong with you? There was no reason for you to be that rude to him!" You snap. "I really like him, okay? And I don't want to lose him to you two being major assholes."

"Oh, so now you like him, huh?" Stu says and you sigh. Both of them were being so stubborn about this. "He's my friend, Stu. Of course, I like him."

"What about us? Do you like us?" Stu asks and your mouth falls open in shock.

"Yes? Why wouldn't I like you? You guys are quite literally my best friends."

"Then you shouldn't have an issue hanging out with us instead of Randy," Billy says. You close your eyes in frustration. The three of you were just going in circles at this point.

"Is it 'cause he likes your girlfriend? If so, that has nothing to do with our relationship." You ask and the expression on both of their faces makes you immediately regret your words.

"No. I don't care about Sid, okay? And it has everything to do with your... relationship." Billy pauses before saying the word like it's the most disgusting thing he's ever said.

"Yeah, man!" Stu chimes in. "He's weird. His hair is weird. And his clothes. And... and the way he looks at you! You shouldn't be around him."

"What? You two are behaving like children, right now! What is up with you two?" Your eyes widen as you suddenly put the pieces together. "You're jealous!" You place your palm over you mouth as your gaze flickers between the two. "You're jealous of Randy!"

"So what?" Billy says.

You inch closer to them, "You two are jealous because I've been hanging out with him so much. Oh my god. This whole time, I thought-"

"You thought what?" Stu asks.

"I thought you guys just didn't like him because he likes Sidney. But... why do you guys care that much if I hang out with him so much?" You ponder as you sit on the edge of the bed, no longer standing in front of them.

"Because you're ours, okay?" Stu says as he looms over you. Your eyes widen but he goes on. "We know you've been ditching him for us, [Name]. What did we do wrong?" He wraps his long arms around you as he moves to sit besides you on the bed. His hold is tight, possessive, but strangely enough, oddly comforting.

The room is silent for a moment before you speak. "You guys have been ditching me too, you know? At these parties, you'll talk and hang out with me for a little bit, but sooner or later, you leave me alone in some random room surrounded by people I don't know or don't like. Even at school! I didn't want to be clingy, so I made a new friend. I just didn't want to cling to you guys like some dog."

Your eyes show your hurt and Billy and Stu share a look. That was the reason? It never had even processed to them that that could've been the reason. But the same hint of relief in their eyes shone brightly. You didn't know.

"[Name]," Billy says as he walks to you. You gaze up at him as Stu rests his chin on your shoulder. He stands in-front of you before grasping your chin between his thumb and pointing finger. Flushed at the feeling of his intimacy, you avert your eyes. Before any of you know what's happening, Billy closes the distance between you. As your lips met his, everything else went into a standstill.

Too shocked by the action, you fail to respond to the kiss. This wasn't happening. There was no way Billy Loomis was kissing you. Did he-

Suddenly, all your worries turn into mush until the only thing you can think about is his lips on yours. And you finally realize this is what you had wanted for the longest time. To be with him. No- to be with them. They were the only ones in your heart. Stu's body warmth spreads through your body and captures your soul, making you part away from Billy.

Turning to Stu, your eyes bore into his, asking the question that wouldn't dare leave your mouth. Are we about to kiss? Stu answers the question immediately, pressing his lips against yours. The feeling that rushes through you is almost identical to the one you felt while kissing Billy. Your brain fogs, only focusing on him until the necessity to breathe arose, causing you to pull away.

"That was," you pause as your mind tries to find the words. "Unreal." You stare up at Billy dizzily. He takes the eye contact as a positive, sending you a rare but genuine smile. Stu practically jumps on to Billy as he springs up from the bed, wrapping his long arm around Billy’s neck, putting him into a headlock. “Sorry, Bill, but he was talking about our kiss. Not yours.”

Billy pushes him off and you can’t help but chuckle at the two. Billy punched Stu shoulder playfully but still with impact. “I can make them say that about more than kissing. Too bad, you can’t do the same.”

“And how would you know, smart guy?” Stu asks but you can feel the sexual tension start to build up between them. Billy suddenly pulls Stu’s head back by his hair, “Cause you can only take dick.” Stu bites his lip in arousal and you can tell that this was by no means something that they hadn’t done before.

Billy turns to you, Stu still in his grasp. “Do you want this?”

Your mouth opens in response, “I-”

✎ notes . . . to be continued… my favorite type of endings!! if this does well, I will write a part two that is SMUT AHHH

©️ sethcertified 2023

[tomriddleslovergirl]

Someone Hurting their S/O

Pairings: Jason Dean x Reader,  Carrie White x Reader, Michael Myers x Reader

Carrie White:

Her reaction depends on how badly you get hurt. If someone had pushed you, she would help you get back up and check if you were alright.

But, if someone seriously injured you in front of her, things will go bad for the person who hurt you really quickly (and anyone in the area).

She’d use her telekinetic abilities to hurt/kill whoever hurt you. (She may not realize she did this herself until after the person who hurt you is injured/dead)

Jason Dean:

Whoever hurt you is gonna die.

While he’s making sure you’re alright, he’s talking about how he’s gonna kill whoever hurt you.

He’d prefer if you went with him to kill the person who hurt you or at least watch. But even if you don’t, he’s killing them anyway.

Michael Myers:

🔪🔪🔪

He saw the whole thing go down.

He was stalking you like usual, when someone decided to hurt you.

You don’t see Michael for the whole day after that happens. Turns out, he’s now stalking the person who hurt you.

The next thing they know, they're dead. And he made sure it hurt.

Imma be honest, Michael would be really overprotective of you and would kill people for the smallest of reasons for you. 

[letssimptogether]

No Sense of Direction

✨ Trickster, PH, and Danny x (gn!)S/O who has no sense of direction and is constantly lost in trials ✨

warnings: swearing!

a/n: i wanted to add Danny—i haven’t written for my boy in a while😩🙌🏻

💜Trickster

When he sees you for the first time cluelessly wandering around, he’d amused. He doesn’t chase you, he’s just chuckling and wondering how you managed to turn the corner to the same spot for the third time, and you didn’t even notice him standing there.

He definitely comes up to you during trials and asks if you need some assistance while laughing—you agreed until you looked up and sprinted from him.

You warmed up and accepted his offer after you couldn’t find your way through the Asylum; to be fair you kept shining the flashlight at him since you thought he was a survivor as well, he doesn’t have to know that though.

It depends on how he’s feeling if he’ll sacrifice you or not; more often times than not he lets you live—whether it’s injured or in the dying state

Sometimes he’ll let you wiggle out you to make it look like you just “got away”

If you really don’t know where you’re going, he’ll down you to carry you to the other survivors to heal you and gets mad when they don’t heal you💀

💜 Pyramid Head

He just stands there watching for a moment; did you really miss two generators in front of your face? Did you not even notice him standing here?

Doesn’t even want to down you but sadly he does—he feels he has a job he’s gotta do o guess

When he does let you escape, he always lets you leave fully healed—he hates watching you crawl in the dying state or limping out injured.

When he’s done watching you struggle in a match, he’ll carry you to a safer spot and pats your head

He basically just sits you in a corner till it’s safe for you to leave the match

After the trials over (if he lets you life) he always carry’s you to hatch

💜 Danny Johnson

Like Pyramid Head, he’ll stand there and watch you; but it’s not out of concern

He’s too amused at you running in circles like a headless chicken he forgets the others are actually doing generators

Danny will 100% make fun of you, if he takes it too far (which he often does) he’ll apologize and try to shrug it off

Of course you’re the only one left and you’re still wandering around lost

So he watches you in the distance to see if you’ve learned any of the maps by now

And finds it hilariously cute that you haven’t

He still sacrifices you to the entity—it’s Danny; I don’t think we expected anything less

He carry’s you to hatch just to close it on you and then hook you close to where he just closed the hatch

Sometimes, if he’s feeling nice, he’ll let you have it

Mostly, he just wants to chase you to the exit and see who’s faster—like a game of cat and mouse

[noxnephilim]

Hello M! slashers for a crazy boy s/o ♡

Not sure what you meant, but enjoy

PRETTY LITTLE PSYCHO

Your personality attracted them. When society deems you a problem, a danger to its very foundation, they are there to praise the very soil you walk in

You aren't afraid of the unconventional, quite the opposite. You look for it, never shying away from the gruesome facet of reality.

Hannibal is one such admirer: he knew from the first time he met you at the library that you were different. It took just a glance. Predators knew each other after all. In your eyes he saw a dangerous curiosity. He knew you knew who he was, yet you held such fondness that he could not help himself. He longed for you, deeply. And it made his heart beat faster when he found sculptures dedicated to him. A declaration of love, bathed in the blood of the lambs. Pure and unconditional love.

You were like a God walking amongst the proselytes, and he was your fervent disciple. You grace his presence with love and blood, and he can't help but offer you more of his arts, hoping to declare in the most candid way what he felt. Love was ablaze, and the heart he served you was the loudest form of love you have ever been graced by

Jesse knew you were different, in fact you never questioned why he had so many snuff films or why he had to go away on business trips so often. Nor the numerous and quite impressive collection of knives. He told you one night what he did and you only shrugged, asking him what he wanted for dinner instead.

He fell hard, and he asked you on such day to marry him. Blood reflected off your shirt, making you an ethereal sight. An angel of war, born by steel and blood. His own little psycho. He loved you, so much that it hurt. And the little piggy you gifted him for his anniversary? If he ever had doubts about your dedication, they vanished that day. Killing together had never been so intimate and meaningful

Asa studied you. A teacher of taxidermy was so unlikely that he had to understand you. You were like him: you kept to yourself, never going out of your way to be a social bee, and yet when you taught how to preserve dead bodies, your eyes gained a different shine. They glowed in the dark. He wanted to see for himself the difference, he attended one of your classes. When your gaze locked, he felt a shiver go down his spine. Impossible. He was a killer, he was cold and tough, yet a mere glance from you put fear in his heart. But something hidden behind it told him something else.

He had to know you better. He knew he had been recognised, he felt it in the way you talked to him, almost like you knew what he did as a hobby. But he didn't expect to be asked out in the most macabre yet fascinating way possible. A new addition to the hotel was left for him, in the form of one of his favourite arachnids. Only you knew that one, and only you could do something like this.

He had never been more glad to be married. He didn't have to hide with you, he could talk with excitement about the projects he had for the hotel, and you would stand there smiling, admiring the man in front of you with such fervent regard and passion. He had found his equal, his partner, his own little butterfly.

[riotlain]

Slashers with a Grim reaper!S/O and pulls pranks on the Slashers while they "work" ^^

[Any slashers would be alr!]

your brain is so cool for thinking this

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS IN MY DRAFTS OH EM GEE IM SORRY

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI PLEASE

Jason Voorhees

He killed so often you just kinda lived there at that point

So why not have a lil fun

Do a lil trolling

From drawing on his masks, to possessing the bodies of the ppl he just killed

He just gets annoyed by your pranks sometimes

Has Jason tried to cut your head off? Yes like 2 times.

But that was before yall was dating so it doesnt count

BUT he also loves that you accept him as a sort of rotting zombie thing

Jason overall doesn't care about your pranks. Unless it's something like moving a trap

Then hes just pretty annoyed

Michael Myers

You 2 first met after his first couple kills

You were annoyed how your work just boosted out of nowhere and started yelling at him when you saw him

He then tried to stab you.... multiple times

You 2 had a sorta one sided rivalry

He was your rival and you were on his kill list

Now that you 2 are dating its a great relationship

You stole his mask once and he tried to kill you

You once summoned a person he killed while he was reaction and that was the only time he was really "spooked"

Bubba Saywer

Do you prank Bubba? No

You prank his brothers though

They (Cough cough drayton) have threatened to serve you dinner for these pranks

Though you had to tone down your pranks on Drayton since he gets on Bubba for this

But congrats you started a prank war with Nubbins and Choptop

Bubba tries to discourage yalls behavior but like you guys are at each others neck at this point

Knowing you cant die Nubbins stole your arm once.

It may or may not have had a bite mark in it

Chromeskull

You sorta lurked around his work and once he saw what you did he sorta became your new boss in a way

And then into your boyfriend

You move the coffins or the bodies around for the funny

Scaring his workers are also fun

If they were to ever report your antics he would probably brush it off

You never do the kind of pranks you do on his workers with him

At most you just make his job a bit more inconvenienced

Making it harder for them to die, dulling his knife a bit, and the like

He, of course, wouldnt get that mad

As long as he got his job and, in turn, your job done

Vincent Sinclair

Vincents job makes it sort of hard to do yours

They dont die automatically after getting put into wax so you linger around the museum

You move the 'statues' around, usually making something dumb much to the annoyance of Vincent and Bo

Making them look like theyre having sex or something stupid like that

You prank Bo or Lester more than Vincent

It's just easier for you and you get a better reaction

With Vincent you feel bad for pranking him in a way

With Bo he gets mad and you get a funny response from him

Lester usually pranks you back

[g0thl3zz]

Slashers asking their S/O to sing for them

Various! Slashers x GN Reader (fluff hcs + Drabbles)

2.7k words, 14.7k characters

A//N: Not really proofread but I wrote this over the span of like 3 months bc I'm lazy. Okay? Okay. Enjoy c:

INCLUDES: Peepaw Michael, RZ! Michael, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, All three Sinclair brothers, Poly! Ghostface, Billy Lenz, & Brahms Heelshire!

Peepaw Myers

Doesn't really care

Kinda just silently waits for you to notice him and stop

He'll listen, but won't pester you to sing for him like Bubba or Brahms would

  Michael was out- so you had decided to get some chores around the house knocked out when he was doing, well… whatever it was he did when he went out. You had already done the kitchen, so you had moved onto the laundry, starting with Michael's, first. You tried not to get overwhelmed by the smell of dried up blood on his clothes and had set your mind on singing a simple tune while you loaded up the washer, one you had heard from t.v a while ago that had lingered in your head since. You slammed the washer shut after putting in detergent and as much bleach as was safe before turning to the door, jumping a bit when you see Michael there, covered with blood splatters. "Oh gosh, go! Go change out of that, quickly. So I can throw it in the washer too." You state. He stares at you, just standing there looking at you. You would have thought him a statue if not for his chest moving with his every breath. You sigh. "C'mon Michael, I'll change you this time." You say, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the bathroom. From then on, you would catch him peeking into the laundry room whenever you would put a load in to wash, secretly hoping to catch you singing, even humming. Though, he would never outright ask you to sing for him, he appreciates it when you do.

RZ Michael Myers

Absolutely LOVES it when you sing

He loves your voice, if he walks in on you singing, he'll walk over and hug you gently from behind, rocking with you and happily humming along.

He expects you to sing for him when you guys lay down to sleep

He WILL fall asleep like a baby if you sing to him

   You were taking a shower while Michael was out of the house. You had left the door open since you were the only one home, and you allowed yourself to sing as loud as you wished. As you dried your hair off, you nearly jumped into the ceiling when you felt a pair of big arms wrap around you- still in your birthday suit. "Jesus, Mike. Back already? What happened?" You said with a sigh, pulling away to get dressed. Or, attempting to pull away. "Baby, let me get dressed then we can talk about it, okay?" You say, tugging at his arms. He shakes his head, briefly giving a quiet hum while staring at you. A grin takes over your face as you turn around in his arms. "You want me to sing?" He nods. "Alright, then." You told him before starting off with a soft love song, and Michael began swaying side to side, you still in his arms. You let yourself relax into his hold as you sang to him, hoping he would do this to you more often.

Bubba Sawyer

Also loves when you sing.

In the shower together? Better sing to him. Going to sleep? Better sing for him. In the kitchen? Better bust out a tune.

Will drag you to the farm to sing for the chickens.

Loves when you sing sitting on the couch. He'll lay his head in your lap and let you play with his hair. This drives him absolutely crazy.

  You had woken up earlier than usual, and had managed to escape Bubba's iron grip in bed to go to the kitchen and cook something for breakfast. You sung to yourself, since it was just you and the sleeping man in the house at the moment. As you stirred eggs, you sung "Wise men say," You sway from side to side with a gentle smile "only fools rush in." You feel arms wrapping around you, swaying with you. As you stirred the eggs, you reached a hand up behind you to cup his cheek, your smile growing ever-wider. "But I can't help, falling in love," You slow the song down considerably, putting down your spatula to turn around and wrap your arm around Bubba's neck. "With" You sung as the two of you swayed in a romantic dance. "You~" you finish, snuggling your face into his big 'ol chest. You hear him make the cutest little happy noises and look up. "I'll sing for you more often, my love. Now, I'm sure the eggs are done. Go get some plates." From then on, you kept your promise. When you washed his hair in the bath, singing a song for him. Whilst cooking or helping with chores, he urged you to sing. In front of his family? He wanted to show you off like his prized possession- which you indeed were.

Thomas Hewitt

Would happily sit in the room sewing masks while you sing.

His ideal evening? Sitting in a rocking chair on the porch, you on his lap while you sing to him.

He would have you sit at the table singing while him and Luda Mae cool instead of turning on the radio

 You walked back into the house, sweating from simply walking down the road to pick some wildflowers for the house. Typical Texas heat- that you still had yet to become so used to. At least it was cooler in the house, air conditioner or not. As you wiped the sweat from your face with your shirt, you noticed the sweet sounds of food being cooked- along with the accompaniment of a lady crooning an old tune from the staticky radio Luda Mae kept. A smile had begun to dawn on your face as you began humming along, slowly turning into you singing along to the music the closer you got to the kitchen. You stood in the doorway, singing and watching as Thomas looked up from the cutting board, a smile being evident from behind his mask through his eyes. You walked over, giving him a side hug as you kept singing. You were glad for the little moments like this. 

Bo Sinclair

Would pretend like he doesn't care

 But would urge you to keep singing

"No, no, don't mind me." As he walks past you to get something as slowly as possible

Would begin stealing cds from the cars of victims to give you a wider variety of music

"These? Oh , nahh. Just wanted to… start a collection. Always good to have a broad taste, eh?"

   Bo was down at the garage- so you had decided to use this opportunity to clean the house. It was… messy, to say the least. You couldn't begin to guess when the place was last cleaned. You managed to dig up a cd player and a stack of cds early on into cleaning, so you set that up so you could jam out as you began sorting stuff from trash and placing clothes into hampers. You were happy some of the cds you found belonged to familiar artists,so you sang along as you cleaned, not hearing the door open or the thud of his boots walking up the living room, which you were currently cleaning. Behind you, he turned off the stereo and asked. "What are you doing?" "OH! Oh gosh you scared me, what are you doing back so early?" You asked, turning around to him after your small shock. "Came back to get something. You sing?" He asked, nudging one of the piles you had made with his boot. "Aht! Don't do that! I spent so long just to get this this point. Gosh, just decided to clean up. Clean house equals a clean mind, right?" He nodded with a "hmm. Well, don't mind me. I'll be in and out." He said with a nod, pressing play on the stereo before thumping upstairs to the room. You watch him leave before turning back around and placing more trash in the bag. After a few minutes, you turn to skip the song and see Bo standing there, watching you from the base of the stairs. You pause it, once again and call out. "Changed your mind about going back?" "Nah, why ain't ya singing?" "Oh- uhm, I was just gonna skip this song. Why, you like my singing~?" He pinkens a bit and turns to the door, opening it up and telling you "Psssh, nah. I just hoped I didn't ruin your mood. Well, I'm off now." And with that, he leaves. You shake your head as a smile finds its way onto your face. He was clearly lying, but you were glad he was happy. 

Vincent Sinclair

Would watch you sing

Wouldn't bother you, just sitting there nicely

Would ask you to come down to the museum to sing for him while he works on sculptures.

Would start making you little sculptures based off the songs you sing

Would dig around in the attic for sheet music for you to sing- even though it's meant for the piano.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt the taps on your shoulder. You turned off the potter's wheel and turned back to see Vincent standing there, holding a stack of paper to his chest with one hand and signing with the other. 'I found these' Since your hands were caked with clay, you opted to speak. "Okay… what is it?" 'Music' "Oh gosh," You started. "Again? Vincent, I can't sing piano music-there aren't even any lyrics!" You exclaimed. The masked man deflated a big, still staring at you. The silence stretched on for a minute before you sighed. "Fine, fine! Let me wash off first then I'll take a look at it." You stood to your feet. Vincent followed close behind you, anticipating hearing your voice once again. You went to the sink in the basement and washed your hands off and wiped them on your pants. "Let's go upstairs- too hot in here." You say and take the sheets from his hands. You read the music as you two walk up the stairs, nodding and quietly humming the notes to yourself. Once you're back on the ground level, your plop yourself on the couch and look over at him. "Since there aren't any lyrics, I can only hum it." You tell him. 'That's fine, I just wanna hear you…' He signs, and you could feel your heart melt. 'I love you' You sign, then begin the song. It was low and quiet at first, then began swelling with a crescendo all the way to forte and stayed mostly on the lower side of the octave. You finished quickly, a short but sweet piece. By the end, Vincent had laid his head down in your lap, and by the way his chest rose and his eye was closed, you could tell he had fallen asleep. "I've been played," You whisper.

Lester Sinclair

"Oh gee, sweetpea. You have the voice of an angel!"

Would get a goofy grin when you would sing for him, looking at you so happily

Would take you and Jonesy with him to go clean up the roadkill, insisting you sing instead of playing the radio.

 "No, no! I insist, y'all come. Just sing summn real purtty like ya' do n we'll have a ball!" He spoke. "...Really Lester?" You questioned the man. "Yes! I'm as serious as a dead man!" He exclaims. You couldn't help but break into a smile, rolling your eyes playfully and standing from where you had been sitting. "... Fiiiine, I guess! Just because you asked so nicely… andforjonesy” You finally complied with him, adding the last part in a quick whisper. “What’d ya say?” “NOTHIIING!! I’ll be in the car for when you’re ready to go!” You say, skipping out as the black and white pitbull trots next to you. You get to his truck and toss the passenger door open, letting Jonesy hop inside before getting in and closing the door behind yourself. Lester soon follows, turning the car, though it takes a few tries for it to rumble to life. When it finally does, he opens the glove compartment and begins the drive. "All 'O ma CDs in there, put on whatever ya' like." He hums, glancing over at you before petting Jonesy and continuing the drive. You do as he says- rifling through his CD collection before pulling out a Frank Sinatra CD. "Sinatra, really?" You ask him. "Well- yea. Found it in a broke down car." "Mhhhm, sure." You laugh and insert it into the player. You begin quietly. "L, is for the way you look," You poke his jaw playfully. "At me~" You can see him glancing over at you before looking back at the dirt road, a smile blossoming onto his face. "O is for the only one, I see. V is very very" You pet Jonesy. "Extraordinary. E is even more than anyone that you adore can!" You finish and can't help but admire Lester's grin. "Oh gosh, baby. You're the best." He says quietly, thinking about how lucky and happy he is. You wished you could etch this moment in stone, and keep it alive forever. 

Poly! Ghostface (Billy+Stu)

Billy would tell you to shut tf up (doesn’t really mean it)

Stu would ignore him and encourage you to sing more for them

(stu) Would record you singing in the shower & show you later

Stu would set up karaoke night

Billy would hate it 

“I’m not fucking doing karaoke. It’s stupid.” (ends up doing it anyways)

Billy would sing the tequila song

 “No- no- look! Karaoke is a great idea. Bill. (y/n) already said yes. Don’t be such a party pooper.” “Yeah, Bill~. Don’t be such a party pooper!” You chime in. You could practically hear his eyes roll to the back of his head. “….Fine.'' After a long pause. You and Stu rejoiced, the blonde man pulling you both into a bear hug. "We're gonna have so much fun man!". Skip three hours later. Stu had ran to the store, got a karaoke machine  and every snack you could think of- soda, chips, popcorn, lofthouse cookies (WHICH ARE GREAT AND I WILL FIGHT YOU ON THAT), and candy. You and Billy had surfed through all of your combined CD and cassette collection for songs you wanted to sing- or simply vibe too.  Once Stu had come back, the two insisted you sing first. "No, god why me! Why can't you go, Stu?" "heyyy, man. Majority rules, and Me 'n Bills wanna hear your sweet sweeeet voice." You groaned, h=face growing warmer at the statement, but nonetheless you went first, you had a song picked out and began singing, closing your eyes as you began to sway and feel the beat. By the time the song had ended, Stu was all over you, hands underneath your shirt and swaying with you. Billy was sitting back and watching from the couch with a smirk. "Looks like the show's just getting started~" He crooned. 

Billy Lenz 

Would call and ask you to sing for him

Would be happy and start crying when you end up going to the attic to sing to him in person.

"Pretty piggie singing for Billy! Oh piggie is so pretty!" 

Yea that's all I got

Ily tho Billy my beloved

Brriiiing. The phone rung, filling your house with the annoying pitch. "I'm coming!" Calling out to the house, knowing you were alone besides for him. You pick up the receiver and hold it up to your ear answering with a "Hello?" "Piggie! Pretty piggie!" You hear a feral-sounding voice from the other end. "Lala! La la la la la~" You hear the voice say. "Billy, I'm going up there-" "Pig-!" You put the receiver back up and make your way to the basement, climbing up the ladder and entering, seeing brown eyes peeking at you from behind a box. "Billy, if you want me to sing for you, just ask. You don't have to stay in the attic y'know?" You pull yourself up and walk over to the man, sitting beside him on the dusty floor. His big eyes well up with tears. "Oh- piggy. Billy loves the pretty piggy." "I love you too Billy." You say, pulling him into a hug before taking him downstairs with you. You put a CD into the stereo and jamming out to "Mariah Carey' Christmas hits" While finishing up the dishes, Billy sitting on the counter next to you and kicking his feet happily.

Brahms Heelshire

Would try and make you sing opera

"It's in Italian"

"But it's my favorite!"

Begging you on his KNEES

"Look- Brahmsy. You know I can't speak French. How do you expect me to sing this?" "B-but! It has everything you just have to read and sing!" You look at him with warning in your eye. "Brahms." You say firmly. He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. "Well- I'm not going to bed until you do!" He says, throwing the blankets off of him and sits on the bed with his back facing you. "Ugh, Brahms. I can sing you anything else." You say and reach out to put a hand on his shoulder. He shrugs your hand off with a "Hmph!" "Really? You're gonna do this to me?" You say, no response. Silent treatment. "Okay- okay. Fine, just give me a few minutes." You tell him. You pick up the sheet music, skimming through the notes and rests before your eyes fall below the staffs to the lyrics. It didn't look too bad, you wouldn't be able to sing it perfectly but at least ya'd be able to sing it somewhat decently. "Do you have it on record, so I can sing to the music, at least?" You ask. Silently, your companion rises from his seat and takes a vinyl out from the cover, placing it on the record player and setting the needle on the record. A wonderful duet of viola and cello croon from the speaker and fill the air. You keep up with the sheet music and begin at your cue, singing softly instead of the opera style it's meant to be performed in. "L'amour est un oiseau rebelle, Que nul ne peut apprivoiser." After only five measures, you feel Brahms come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and buries his bare face in the crook of your neck, swaying to the beat. You stop, looking behind you and seeing his porcelain mask on the bed. A smile invades your face as you bring your hands up to hold his. "I love… you," He whispers softly. You stay like that until the record ends. 

[burstinn]

So like here's information about my everything before I go back and do my shit

I will come back here and keep on editing shit if I forget or remember some stuff

WHO AM I?

You don't neeta know that :3

Pronouns? any, I am non binary

Name? Go for username

Age? I'd like to keep that private

Hobbies? Drawing (Traditional, Digital), Bracelet making, singing, writing stories, hoarding, reading.. Etc. Etc.

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

Male

Ftm ( I'll try)

Gender Neutral

Non binary reader

- Will write Dom! Top reader, Sub!Bottom reader, Dom!Bottom reader,Sub!Top reader if requested

- specify if bottom/ top or sub! Top/ Dom! Bottom or bla bla My mind will automatically go bottom sub.

-Readers with different body types and personalities requested or not.

(Example: reader with asthma, ADHD or depression; Reader with chubby body types, thin, tall etc etc; also readers with unique features like hooked noses, freckles, or deeply scarred faces i.e burnt, slashes etc etc)

WHAT DO I WRITE?

Fluff

NSFW (need to practice this)

SFW

Angst (just need to practice as well)

Romance

Non-romance/ neutral relationships

Tropes (i.e. One bed, One sided, will they won't they)

Headcanons

One shots yes

Series? Not sure.. Maybe not.

WHAT I WON'T WRITE

x female readers.. Sorry ya have enough content.

Pedophilia

Incest

Ageplay

Anything I consider.. Uncomfortable?

Depends on my mood.

+++ more later.

WHY DO I WRITE?

Want more x male reader content.. And I'm losing stuff to read :(

For Gits and Shiggles

Wanna fix on my writing skills and how I write stories

Just decided to one day. Maybe I'll write on Ao3 or not.

WHAT FANDOMS DO I WRITE FOR?

Call of Duty

Slashers (Dbd, horror flicks, etc etc.)

Creepypasta

BlabblllaaaaANY

Any requested fandoms.

I will write mostly Cod until requested to write something else.

FREQUENCY HOW I WRITE STORIES/ REQUEST?

Again depends on my mood

Not really organized when in my mood or my schedule

I'll try to write as much as possible tho, though I always prioritize requests first.

But requests by whom I write for first are not organized (ex. I will write a request before yours even if you requested 1st..no hate on you. It's just that the others are more quick to write. And sometimes I have no idea how to start or finish) hope you understand

[ivrxquack]

“You’re such a good pookie Abby could’ve never that gross pigs feet smelling Low life elephant tonsil smelling cunt std cream cheese looking ahh built like a zebra cake McDonald’s cheeseburger addict who looks like a upside down potato got shoulders wider than shaq whore could never”(all of what I said was cannon)”

He would totes tell you this!

[ssbptigers]

Hey, can i request some of the horror characters react to a massive black shadow demon thing that can take any form of anything but mostly stays in a puppet form that is a human, the only thing is their eyes are a different colour so they wear sun glasses when out and about, but they hide what they are really well they seem so human? (I dont care who you add but can you please add max to this? pls i want a demon being soft and gentle with her, that would be so cute!)

Character's from horror reacting to a demon gn! reader.

Character's included in is (In order): Chucky/Charles, Maxine coleman, and Freddy kruger.

Requests: Are open!

Authour notes: This was fun to write, i did this as when you first met them. The one with max is after kate kills esther which is why i made kate distrusting with max hanging around adults because of what happened. I'm sorry if their ooc.

Word count: 588

Warnings: Swearing, Mention of murder. (i think thats it, tell me if i missed anything.)

Chucky/Charles.

When Chucky first saw you, he knew something was wrong with you. He just didnt know what.

He was sitting in alleyway by the bins as people passed by but than he saw you.

'You wore sunglasses on a cloudy day? What the hell is wrong with you? You blind or something?'

His suspicions were confirmed when you stopped walking than walked into the alley than looked down at him and spoke to him.

'I can hear you're heartbeat. You're a human in a doll's body.'

Chucky was simply glaring up at you, not trusting you one bit but also a bit unsettled.

'How the fuck can you tell? What the fuck are you? an ailen?'

When he saw you take off your sunglasses, than he noticed the fact you're eye's were fully black with a yellow pupli's.

'I think the word would be demon or entity.'

'Yeah, i guess entity explains it'

Maxine "Max" Coleman.

Max was playing in the park, being careful to not slip in the snow.

She was running around and accidently ran into someone, she turned around and looked up at the person.

You.

She signed to you, not thinking you probably didnt understand sign language.

'Sorry.'

She signned, it took you a second or two for you to understand it, once you did, you signed back to her.

'It's alright.'

You than crouched down to be at Max's eye level, you smiled at her, she was much cuter than any human child that you have seen.

'What's your name?'

'I'm Maxine.'

She was so happy you knew how to sign, she was happy she met someone other than he family that knew how to sign.

You two signned for a while before Max's mother, kate came over and quickly grabbed her hand gently and pulled her away from you.

You stood up as Kate grabbed max's hand.

'Sorry, i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable for talking with you're child.'

Max tried signning to her mother saying you were good, but kate didnt trust you.

Kate walked away from you with Max.

Max looked back at you and waved bye as she was dragged away by her mother.

Luckliy she didnt notice you're eyes, it wouldnt been bad.

'She was such a sweet and cute but naive child.'

You thought.

Freddy Kruger.

Freddy did notice you walking around when he was still alive, he didn't think too much about it.

But after he died, he couldn't find your dreams.

Like at all.

It confused him to no end but he was also frustrated that he couldn't get in you're dreams.

That was untill one day, he ended up in a weird place.

It looked like the living world, but it also didn't.

There were distant screaming from all sort of people.

Men, women, children.

It didn't scare him but it didn't make him feel at ease at all.

'Where the hell am i?'

He thought to himself as he looked around, than he noticed you.

Staring at him with your arm's crossed.

'You...?'

Freddy stares at you, he was ready to attack you but something stopped him, like he couldn't move.

'Mhm, Don't think i wouldn't pick up on your habit with killing kid's in their sleep, interesting way of killing if you asked me.'

You took off your sunglasses off and threw them somewhere.

Your eyes black with yellow puplis, you weren't human.

'That explain's it, you don't sleep, do you?'

'No, i don't need to. But i'm sure you understand that now. Don't you, freddy?'

[skylarsblue]

Giving a random concept so I don't lose it thanks to ADHD bullshittery.

Meeting the Sinclair's in the fostercare system, being a rag tag group of trouble makers. Probably being runaways for awhile. Eventually being separated when they're caught, only to be brought back together thanks to showing up in Ambrose as damaged adults. Ready to cause hell, just in a different way.

(Brought to you by Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine; I think we all imagine an intense running scene during the chorus. And I imagined them all running away from an orphanage)

[slashersidewhore]

Slashers! S/O hurt by a victim

Slashers x gn!reader

Includes Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

Requested? Yes

Warnings: Beefy murder boyfriends, hurt/comfort, minor angst, injuries, blood, fluffy shit

Michael Myers

Michael doesn’t want you involved in his crimes, he’d rather you keep your pretty self out of harms way. Whether that be at home, or somewhere else in general, just anywhere but with him when he’s busy killing. That being said, accidents happen.

You can’t help the curiosity that runs through you when a harsh bang comes from the backyard of the Myers house. It was sudden really, opening the back door when you were knocked backwards, head careening into the wall with a dull thud.

The minute you let out a yelp from the pain and being caught off guard, the shadow of a tall, looming figure isn’t far behind

There was only one word to describe the feeling bubbling in the killers chest and that would be absolute rage

Now, Michael isn’t one to worry himself when someone gets themself hurt, he could care less quite honestly. But seeing you holding the back of your head, blood covering your hands and forehead, eyes squeezed shut with unshed tears, the little bit of sanity left in him just snaps. The horrific screams of the victim who pushed you over are all that fill the house, quieting into watery gurgles and then just silence

Heavy footsteps stop before your slumped over form, rough, unpracticed movements that pull at your body drag a hiss from your lips. Although Michael isn’t one to stop, he’s focused on getting you to open your eyes, see you looking back at him, let him know you’re okay

A calloused palm soothes over the crown of your head, pulling another whine as his fingers hover at the wound. It’s nothing too serious, probably a concussion, some gauze and pain killers will fix you right up. But the usual silence from Michael isn’t comforting, especially considering the way he seems to have doubled in size, shoulders squared, fingers twitching to curl into fists, working eye squinted behind the cut in his mask. The man is clearly agitated, heavy breathing more ragged, rushed

He’s unable to stab his way through this problem, he can’t fix it by spilling more blood. That worries him immensely. He’s not used to taking care of anyone in such a manner, or at all. His body is acting as a shield from the outside world, not holding you close yet not letting you go. To the right, the mangled, haphazardly tossed body of the victim lies, their cruel death far more brutal than you’d even known Michael to be

He won’t say anything, as usual, but the manner in his body language is different, not soft but protective, cautious. He’s not sure what to do with these feelings, not sure how to process the sight of you bleeding, the one person he’d rather never even encounter a simple scrape

He promises himself right then and there nothing of this sort will ever occur again. Not if he can prevent it. He would watch the world burn before you so much as felt an ounce of pain again

Jason Voorhees

Same as Michael in the regards that he doesn’t want you anywhere near any of his potential or current victims. The idea that you could possibly get injured runs through is mind the daily, even without the threat of others. So if he’s dealing with naughty campers, you better be safe in the cabin, doors locked and windows sealed

Although Jason seems to underestimate the lengths some would go to survive, especially the rage that follows when their friends are slaughtered

Imagine his surprise when he’s hunting down one of the people that got away, heart beginning to race as he realizes their tracks lead back to the cabin, the exact cabin you’re supposed to be safe in. “Safe”, is a word that completely leaves his mind upon seeing what he does when he enters the ajar door. Your face is bloodied, bruised and swollen, collar of your shirt clutched by the victim he dared to allow escape. The sight is enough to send the poor man into cardiac arrest, heart beating so fast it feels to him as if his chest will rip open, but that can wait

The way he carves into the unsuspecting back of the offender above you is feral, machete driving down again and again until you’re left with a bloody heap rather than a person, a heap that is quickly tossed carelessly to the side, relieving the pressure from your weakened body

Even through the swell, pain and red, your eyes can see his swimming with extreme pain

He did this, he caused you to be hurt, it was his fault you were ever put in harms way. His racing pulse doesn’t subside even when you attempt a bloody smile, too overtaken with grief to calm his nerves. In Jason’s mind, he doesn’t deserve someone like you, no matter what you’ve done, what you’ve been through, you’re perfection to him. The fact that you’d chose to be by his side astonishes him, so to let you be injured in this way? Beaten and practically frail in his arms? He’s failed you

The anger in his veins disappeared the minute you softly called his name, hand reaching up to caress the side of his mask. There’s evident tears in your eyes, whether from fear or pain both options are the worst case in Jason’s mind. Yet you don’t seem upset with him, which confuses him greatly but ultimately, your anger towards him would only worsen how he felt

In that moment, holding you clutched to his firm, scarred chest, he promises to himself he’d never let another hand cause you such harm

Thomas Hewitt

In Thomas’s eyes, you’re safest as you can be furthest from him, no matter his hearts urge to keep you as close as possible

The image of you crying, bleeding, or simply making a face indicating unease, upsets his stomach, twists and turns his insides unpleasantly

That is until one day, another hot, overbearing Texan day in the heat when one of the trespassers managed to escape the basement, god knows how they did it, but they did. And now Thomas was lost in the sweat of a days work, eyes scanning the grain filled yard, dusty streets and dead land, no one in sight. Until the buzzing in his ears is cut off by the unmistakable, bloodcurdling scream of someone not too close, yet not far either. What makes his blood run cold isn’t the sound itself, but the familiarity of it. Now Thomas has never actually heard you make such a noise, but he’d be a fool to not recognize it, especially when it came from someone who brought him such warmth

Terror, he can also recognize the tone at which you use, the fear in it, he can feel every ounce of dread you do, tenfold at the idea he may be too late, he may not make it in time, if only he was closer

He’s running now, chainsaw alive and screeching, heavy pants beneath the leather on the lower half of his face, eyes wildly searching the open area for a sign of danger, a sign of you

Thats when he spots it in the distance, a figure standing above another, some kind of tool held high, what looks like a kitchen knife in the gleam of sunlight that hits it. His legs feel of jelly, unable to move until another scream fills his ears, this time it’s of his name, most desperate, pained. And if that didn’t get him moving, he didn’t know what would. Chainsaw raised in pure adrenaline, the lumbering man is quick to slice downwards, down and down and down until body parts dismember, organs are strewn, red covers the wheat and grass and dirt

Saw thrown off to the side, Thomas kneels beside your nearly curled up form, hands pressing into the stab wound decorating your side, blood seeping from your hands that clutch to keep it in. He’s gentle, like a butterfly kissing you, years of scars and rough work should make his hands feel like sandpaper, although grasping you like you’d dissolve, his palms are simply silk

Head lulling into his chest, ignoring the blood that’s spewed across it, you nuzzle the underside of his chin, although in grave pain, the wound stinging with each stride Thomas makes, you feel at peace, comforted by the large man holding you like you would a breakable doll

Dark, heavy eyes shift down to gaze upon you, worried brow furrowed deep, clearly in distress upon seeing you so weakened, losing blood. Luda Mae can fix you right up thankfully, he just can’t imagine ever seeing you in such a state again, he never wants too, it would physically kill him

Carrying your tired body, heartbeats one, Thomas enters the Hewitt mansion with one thing on his mind, he’s never to be far from you ever again

Vincent sinclair

You never went in the basement when Vincent was, “working”, you’d learned it best to leave him alone, ignore the screams of pain and smell of hot wax hitting warm skin

The mans activities aren’t a secret from you, although he’d rather you not watch him participate in such acts, he’d rather you keep from seeing such horrors, allow your sleep to be uninterrupted by nightmares unlike his

You were headed to the kitchen when the loud screaming of what sounded like someone in fear and confusion could be heard, the thunderous steps of someone hurling towards the room you were in, the form of a startled victim coming into view

Their eyes changed from fear to rage, seeing you unharmed, at peace in such a place that got their friends killed, mindlessly headed for the fridge. You could already hear the heavy boots of Vincent rushing up the basement steps, and as if he couldn’t move any quicker, your yelp of fear proved otherwise

Your eyes were wide when the masked man finally came into view, hands grasping as the arm around your neck from behind, body pressed against the person that had narrowly escaped, shaking as they held a kitchen knife to your cheek. The look in Vincent’s eye was deadly, in fact you would’ve been trembling in fear from the intensity if not for the fact that you knew the man would do anything to protect you, and vice versa

Garden sheers were clutched tight in one of his rough hands, knuckles caked with wax. The knife against your cheek began to dig slightly into your delicate skin, causing a soft gasp to leave your lips before red filled your vision, sprayed across where the offending weapon once was, arms leaving your body as the body fell limp to the kitchen floor. Turning to look at the damage, your face was softly grasped by two warm palms, eyes still wide from the ordeal, staring into Vincent’s now calm gaze

His thumb swiped at the blood beading on your cheek bone, clearly discontent with even the smallest cut adorning the face he loved the most, a low noise coming from the back of his throat, akin to a wounded animal

Pulling you into his broad chest, dark locks brushed the sides of your face, Vincent stared dead ahead, one hand on the back of your head as he internally cursed himself out, how dare he let someone that close to you, how dare he let them draw your blood

Glancing as the nearly decapitated victims body on the floor, blood pooling, Vincent swore to himself if anyone ever caused you such pain again, they’ve face a cruel, slow death

Hope y’all enjoyed <3

[letssimptogether]

Bubble Baths with the Ghostfaces!

includes: g/n! reader, Billy Loomis, Danny Johnson, and Stu Macher

warnings: mentions of weed (in stu’s part)

a/n: i’m just writing fanfics while i watch naruto i’m having the time of my life rn y’all🧎‍♀️

Billy Loomis

Billy says he hates bubble baths, but he honestly doesn’t hate them-he just makes the temperature weird and just hates how he makes it.

That being said, the second you start running a bath, he’s sitting there with puppy eyes waiting for you to ask him to join, and if you don’t, he looks like he’s judging you for the rest of the night-he just wants to bathe with you Y/N!

I can see him hating bubble baths, but if you use bath bombs, he’ll be all over it.

Pretty colors and scents? Sign him up

The first time the two of you are in the bath, he’s holding you to his chest the entire time; he’s kinda stiff but he somewhat relaxes after a while-still while holding you btw

Any time you guys take baths after that, he’ll dim the lights or turn them out and light candles<3

Gives you so many forehead kisses while he holds you-it helps him feel secure in a way.

Danny Johnson

He really enjoys them, but I wouldn’t say he loves them.

He really enjoys being close to you, so he’d honestly be just as content showering with you

Almost.

I’m fully convinced he loves combining bath bombs and the bubbles.

Bonus points if there’s glitter.

He goes the whole yards when bathing with you; bubbles, your favorite bath bomb, candles, some flower petals.

He wants you to feel special<3

When you guys are in the bath, he’ll rub your back, or any body part. He loves pressing kisses against any body part visible to him.

If you do the same to him, he’ll absolutely melt

Stu Macher

Stu absolutely loves baths.

The instant he hears you making one, he’s begging to take one with you (if you say no he looks like a kicked puppy)

Bubble baths galore-have fun trying to clean up the soap afterwards. At least he helps

While Billy and Danny like to cuddle their partner in the bath, Stu likes to play handheld games with his partner or have his partner read to him; he loves their voice.

He will smother you in kisses though, worse than Danny.

Stu 100% likes to smoke weed before bathing and just have those high conversations with his partner.

Or if he doesn’t smoke, he’s just as happy just having silly conversations in the bath.

I feel like he uses candles as lights on special occasions, mostly he’ll leave the light on or just dim it a little bit.

[noxnephilim]

slashers going to the grocery with their s/o?

SHOPPING RUN

The "Rich and gentlemen " who only buy premium quality items, but will let you absolutely be in charge because it's funny to see you smile, all giddy about doing something so mundane. Yes, if you beg hard enough they'll let you buy some trash food. They secretly enjoy them too, but will never tell you upfront

JESSE CROMEANS, HANNIBAL LECTER

The one who planned this thing weeks in advance and let's you come with him just because you have been a good pet. He still is in charge, but he enjoys some down time with you close enough to make everyone jealous.

ASA EMORY, Bo Sinclair

The " I'll make you a list long enough to become a scarf" and let you go do your business without them actively participating, just because.

BO SINCLAIR, BRAHMS HEELSHIRE, MICHAEL MYERS

The one who would love to come with you,but they fear to be judged by the public too much. They're so sweet they will be there when you come back to help with the bags

VINCENT SINCLAIR, JASON VORHEES

The one who will likely bully you lovingly throughout the day, preventing you to effectively make a good run to the store. You still get things done, but it's hard

FREDDY KRUEGER

[theunburntsblog]

You know, I've thinking of writing some fanfictions for m! Readers and gn! Readers.

(Poc are welcome)

There's barely any content for them in all of the Fandoms I'm in,, It's starting to get frustrating.

So... I've decided to start creating little dribbles here and there when I feel like it. So Request something for these characters !! (Or give me ideas I don't mind)

FANDOMS/ CHARACTERS I LOVE SO I WILL WRITE FOR.

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Thomas hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre, -2003- Texas Chainsaw Massacre : The beginning -2006-

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas) -1974-

Billy and Stu (Scream) -1996-

House of wax -2005-

Brahms heelshire (The boy) -2016-

Arcane -2021-ongoing

League of legends -2009- ongoing

Twilight -2008-2012-

Resident Evil -1996-ongoing-

Micheal Myers (All Halloween movies) -1978-2021-

Jason Voorhees (All Friday the 13th movies) -1980-2009-

Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacres) -1974-1986??-

Chucky Series -1988-2021-

Harry Potter -2001-2011

Carrie -1976-

Game of Thrones -2011-2019-

House of the Dragon -2022-

Things I don't accept !

-homophobia,

-r-pe,

-sexual assault

- graphic mentions of sh

- proshipping

-transphobia

-racism

-Anti-semetic tropes ! (I'm talking to u jk Rowling )

-basic dni central!

[xxiryukaxx]

ABOUT ME + REQUESTS AND RULES

My name's Oliver and I am the one who run that blog. It's been a while since I've been reading and so I decided to give a try to write something myself because why not, it could be interesting I guess. However I am not limited to writing, so don't be surprised if I post some of my sketches or thoughts once in a while. I think that is all for the presentation, let's talk about how the requests works and the rules (I'm sorry if it's annoying but it has to be done hehe).

FANDOMS I'M WRITING FOR:

Mortal Kombat

Slashers

Horror movies

Supernatural

Gotham

DC Comics

Marvel Comics

The Sandman

The Umbrella Academy

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Twisted Wonderland

WHAT I DO:

Male!Reader

Gn!Reader

Ftm!Reader

Fluff

Angst

Comfort

WHAT I DON'T:

Fem!Reader ( it doesn't mean that you can't interact with my post.. feel free to read myGn!Reader works just don't read the Male!Reader ones please )

Smut ( don't feel comfortable enough to write something of the genre.. )

Incest

Pedophilia ( characters under age will strictly be platonic )

Toxic or abusive relationships

DNI: Homophobic or transphobic people, we stand and respect LGBTQ+ people here. I'll delete any hateful comments and won't hesitate to block you. It's that simple.

MORE INFORMATIONS :

Please precise as much as possible for what you want in your requests.. at least a summary of what you are waiting for and what kind of forms you want ( ex: headcanons, oneshots, aus, song related fics.. ). Otherwise I'll certainly stick to headcanons.

Also I excuse myself in advance, english is not my maternal language so if there's any mistakes don't hesitate to tell me, I'll correct them as soon as I can.

That is all, thank you for according a bit of your time and don't worry about asking me questions I'll respond to them and makea post if necessary.