#vincent sinclaair x reader

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Hi, how are you? I just wanted to say, I LOVE your blog, it’s amazing! 😍 So I wanted to request some Smut with Vincent Sinclair. So I thought, Sub!Vincent eating out his girlfriend and he doesn’t want to stop, so maybe some overstimulation, and praising for the beautiful boy? Thank you so much! Feel free to ignore this! Love from Germany! ❤️

a/n: sorry I havent' been active but here you go

warnings: smut, sub!vincent, overstimulation, oral

oh boy does he eat pussy like his life depends on it. it is his favorite thing in the whole world, other than being with you.

so when you came home tired and ready to give up on the world, vincent sinks to his knees and eases all your tension away with his warm tongue in your soft cunt.

"fuck, vincent," you moaned, rocking your hips against his mouth, your fingers etched into his dark hair. your moans were loud and made vincents cock leak in his hand as he pumped it harder to the taste of your cum flooding his tongue.

"please just one more baby," he begs, kissing your thighs that shake violently. you whimper at his words, nodding your head and he goes right back against your soaked pussy.

he could cum alone just by eating you out like this. how beautiful you looked, how you smelt and tasted. everything was perfect and had his mind beyond pleased. it didn't take long before your back was arching and another orgasm washed over you, vincent sucking your juices right in his mouth, not missing anything.

"feels good, vincent," you cried out, watching as he moved over you to press your mouth to his.

"let me do it again? i love your pussy so much baby, you taste so good," he grunts, mouth gaping as he felt your hand encircle his cock.

"one more then I want you inside me," you reply, letting him find his home between your thighs once more.

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Kinktober Day 2 - Asphyxiation

A/N: Here’s the second post for the Kinktober 2022 that I’m doing! I hope you are enjoying these so far and I’ll try to get to the requests in my inbox as well! Bubba, Billy, Bughuul and Charles aren’t in this one, sorry!

Warnings: Choking (duh), orgasm denial, slapping, abuse warning

word count: 973 Tip Jar (every bit helps)

Michael Myers: He never asks if it’s okay and it honestly scares you how much you’ve passed out on the account of him choking you. The amount of times you’ve have friends ask you why your neck was so bruised and you had to brush it off was far more than you tried to count. “You just love getting under my skin, don’t you?” He growls, his cock thrusting into you at an inhuman pace. Your whimpers and please made him scoff and he only quickened his pace, the headboard thrashing against the wall. “Shut up, I know you’re enjoying this,” Michael grunts, leaning back to push the locks from his eyes as he watches the way your eyes roll to the back of your head as his fingers dig into the skin of your neck. 

Thomas Hewitt: “You like that, pretty girl?” Thomas grunts, snapping his hips against yours from behind as he puts light pressure on your neck. The feeling of your cunt tightening around him with each squeeze of his fingers is driving him wild and fueling him to fuck you deeper. Your please and whimpers came out in hushed moans and gasps of air as you begged him. “Harder? Is that what my sweet girl wants?” He teases, pressing against your harder, shoving your face against the mattress as he sinks balls deep inside you. The minute Thomas feels your body pressure lower, he removes his hand and waits for you to get your air back- he doesn’t want you dying after all. 

Brahms Heelshire: “I think you like making me mad,” he chuckles, watching as you claw at his hands to try and relieve the pressure on your neck. Sure you two have had arguments before but this time, while he was fucking his anger out into your lovely cunt, he snapped, wrapping his hands around your neck and watching as you struggled to breathe. “Don’t worry, my love, I’m not going to kill you,” Brahms groans as he feels your walls clench around his cock, your eyes closing as you let the lightheadedness win, passing out as Brahms hums in amusement. “Don’t mind me, I’ll be here when you wake up,” He grins, gripping your hips and fucking your unconscious body. 

Jason Voorhees: Loves how sopping wet you get when he’s fucking into you from behind, holding you by your neck against his chest. His other hand is tight on one of your breasts for leverage as the squelching and skin upon skin sounds echo throughout the cabin. He’s positive that if someone was outside, they could hear his grunts and your whines and gasps of pleasure as his fingers tighten around your throat. Jason doesn’t need a mirror to see the face your making as he practically fucks the air out of you; he can see it in the reflection of the window in front of you and it nearly makes him cum then and there. 

William Emmerson/Schenk: Daddy dom over here really enjoys wrapping his hand around your throat after a long day of you giving him lip. “I thought I’d made myself clear,” he says as his thumb traces over your lips before his fingers trail down your neck. “Guess I have to remind you who’s in charge.” His palm rests against your neck, pressing against your skin roughly as he unbuckles his belt with his other hand, tugging his pants and boxers down before letting you choke on his cock; the oxygen leaving your brain making you compliant- just the way he likes. After he uses your throat the way he likes, he doesn’t give you a minute to breathe before he’s sinking balls deep in your cunt, his hands finding their home on your throat once again. 

Norman Bates: He’s not very fond of the kink but the minute you piss him off or he’s irritated enough to want to be rough with you, he’ll wrap his pretty fingers around your throat. “What have I told you about taking up an attitude with me?” He snaps, gritting his teeth as he sinks his cock further into your cunt, his fingers tightening around your neck as your eyes roll back. A choked out moan leaves your lips and you feel your pussy flutter around his cock as his grip tightens once more, leaving your head feeling fuzzy and warm. Norman won’t keep his hand there for very long and goes about fucking you like a madman; he doesn’t really want to hurt you after all. 

Vincent Sinclair: He’s another one who only using asphyxiation when he’s angry with you or unless you really beg for it. “How did you get so much tighter?” Vincent grunts as he works his cock into your pussy, soft pants leaving your lips as he tightens his grip around your neck. Your fingertips dug into the muscle on his back as he hovered above you, letting out little curses and filthy words that only made your head spin. Even though it wasn’t his favorite thing in the world, the far off look in your eyes as your air supply grew shorter and your cunt tightened, only made him thrust faster.

Bo Sinclair: Unlike his brother, this man is a beast. He loves choking the life out of you more than you do and he doesn’t hesitate to put pressure on your throat the minute things start to get hot and heavy. “You love getting your brains fucked out don’t you, pretty girl?” He chuckles into your ear as he presses himself against your backside, his cock delving further into your velvety walls as you try to moan. His fingers tighten around the base of your throat as you gasp, letting him roughly shove you down onto the hood of the car he was working on before fucking you properly.

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Plz bless us with showering nsfw

A/N: This took too long to write; also, hello and sorry for the not-writing. I’ve found that my family is beyond annoying and my step dad thinks that women belong in the kitchen and should cook him a meal no questions asked. Anyways, enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, R18, choking, shower sex, breast worship, no protection, anal

word count: 1.2k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Bubba Sawyer: He was way too eager to slip his cock between your legs. What started off as a nice warm shower, ended with the water going cold as he had you clinging to the shower curtain for support. The way his cock hit deep inside you made you nearly topple over if it wasn’t for his heavy grip on your thigh, keeping it raised for the perfect angle. You were so blinded by euphoria that you almost missed the shower curtain rod bending as you held on to the curtain. The creaking of metal was what made you look up, “Bubba stop, the curtain’s gonna fall!” You feel him still and he looks up too, his lips leaving the mark on on your neck as his eyes watch the curtain rod bend, your hand letting the fabric of the curtain go. You make a mental note to keep the sex in the bedroom for safety purposes.

Vincent Sinclair: You hadn’t even gotten the chance to wash the conditioner out of your hair before Vincent had your back pressed against the shower wall. Holding one of your legs up by the back of the knee, he fucked into your sopping cunt at god speed, each thrust into your gummy walls had him closer to his own orgasm. His eyes focused on the way your breasts bounced with each snap of his hips and he bent down to take one into his mouth, teasing your pert nipple and reveling in the way your hands raked down his back. It didn’t take long before he was shooting his cum deep into your cunt while nipping at your breast like a starved man. 

Norman Bates: He never thought it was the safest option due to the idea of slipping and possibly hurting oneself, but when your hands trace down his front, nonchalantly stroking his slowly hardening cock, who is he to say no? Norman likes to watch your face so your back would be pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist while he hold onto your ass for dear life, trying his best to keep steady whilst bouncing you on his member. He’ll cum quicker during shower sex that way he can enjoy eating you out on the bathroom sink once he’s fingered his seed out of you. 

Charles Lee Ray: He’s a lazy, laid back man so usually with sex, you’re doing most of the work. Even in the shower, it’s you working yourself back on his cock, hands pressed against the cold tile walls while his hands grip your hips tightly. His eyes never leave your conjoined sex’s; watching the way your tight little ass swallows his cock makes him groan in satisfaction. “Can you please fuck me already?” You whine, looking back at him and watching his eyes flick up to yours with that same look of boredom as always. He gives a quick snap of his hips in a teasing manner but still makes you do all the work; don’t worry, he let’s you tease him back...sometimes.

Brahms Heelshire: His lips never leave your chest; his mouth has created over a dozen hickey’s that will last longer than a week with how dark they are and his teeth now gently nibble at your nipples, pulling on them softly before flattening his tongue over them. His thrusts are slow but manage to send shivers up your spine every time with how deep they go. “Please go faster, I’m almost there,” you practically sob, knowing damn well he’s doing it on purpose to tease you. You both know that he has your orgasm in his hands and will prolong it for however long he’d like. A sharp nip to the side of your breast has you hissing as he straightens to tower above you, the warm water of the shower hitting his back. Brahms can feel the way your walls tremble around his member and he smirks to himself knowing he has you exactly where he wants you; begging.

Thomas Hewitt: With how big he is, a shower is cramped with you joining him; however, it doesn’t stop him from holding you close and fucking into your drooling pussy like a madman. His thrusts are relentless and his hands have a rough grip on your ass as he plants you against the wall, your breasts bouncing against his chest at is movements. “S-slow down, Thomas,” you barely get out between moans but you know he won’t. He’ll keep hitting that spot inside you that’s almost painful as he grunts and growls above you, his orgasm fast approaching all whilst the hot shower pours along his back.

Michael Myers: Oh sweet Jesus I pray for you; he’s ruthless and feral so he’ll do anything with you anywhere; including fucking you against the cold glass of the shower door. He likes seeing your breath fog up the glass as you try to hold on to it for dear life while he fucks the soul out of you. His cock drags along your walls with ease, the hot water helping aid with the movement while the steam makes everything more feverish - more primal. If you have neighbors, they will defiantly be complaining at some point later in the day because with how hard and fast he fucks, Michael defiantly has you screaming his name like a prayer.

Bo Sinclair: He’s another one who doesn’t really care for it; he doesn’t want to bust his ass from slipping in the shower but the moment you get on your knees in front of him, his cock is hard and ready to go. Bo will get a toothy grin on his face and act cocky but deep down, he’s absolutely losing his mind at the pleasure your warm mouth gives him. Shower sex is the only time you’ll ever see this man cum so fast in his entire life. There’s just something about the way the water droplets roll off your breasts and the steam in the air makes his head cloudy with lust while his eyes watch your juices drip from your pussy as you swallow his cock. 

Jason Voorhees: He’s afraid of water, but when you shower with him, he goes without a word. He’ll start off gently in his touches, wanting to stay pressed against you underneath the warmth of the water. As time grows though, he won’t hesitate to sink his thick cock between your lower lips, watching your mouth part as a soft whimper escapes your throat. Once he’s bottomed out, the fun begins. It’s hard to know what Jason’s really thinking but you can guess by what kind of mood he’s in; if he wraps his fingers around your neck while fucking you against the shower wall, his eyes boring into yours, then he’s mad. If he slows his pace and focuses on hitting your deeper spots over and over again, his head buried in your neck, then he’s in a good mood. Either one has you creaming and gushing around his cock in no time.

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How would the slashers react to meeting some of their s/o's ex's and realising they, the slashers, have a lot of insecurities when it comes to being good enough for their s/o. I just really want to see some hurt/comfort but with the slashers needing the comfort.

A/N: Sorry this took so long for me to write, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Angst to fluff, hurt comfort, smidge of sexual themes (Michael obviously)

word count: 818 Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Who would get mad and become distant:

Michael Myers: He had plans about killing your ex as he allowed himself to fill with hatred, not knowing that he was distancing himself from you. It wasn’t until you called him out on it that he froze. “He would treat you better,” Michael says, watching you sigh and shake your head. It’s hard to convince him that you’re more than happy to be with him, but once you do, he spends the rest of the night making sweet love to you with your ex tied up in the closet, watching the scene unfold. 

Bo Sinclair: When he meets your ex, his world goes black and he immediatley goes to his shop, locking himself in there. He breaks things when he’s mad and that’s how you find him bleeding from cutting his hand on broken glass. “I’m not good for you, can’t you see that?” He’ll shout as you try to help him; that’s when everything becomes clear and you frown. It takes you grabbing his face roughly in your hands and telling him just how much you love and care for him, before his world becomes a little less black.

Charles Lee Ray: His anger is quiet as he works his way through a pack of cigarettes the night after he ran into your ex. Every little thing he’s tried to keep pushed down resurfaced once he saw that bastard’s face. When you come out onto the balcony and ask him if he’s alright, the look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know, “You deserve someone who can treat you like the amazing woman you are; that someone isn’t me.” You shake your head at his words, moving to grab his face and press your lips to his. The rest of the night is spent with you reminding him of all the things he’s done for you and how much you love him.

Who would push you away:

Jason Voorhees: Of course your ex was good looking; in Jason’s eyes, everyone else always was. He won’t notice that he’s slowly pushing you away until a few weeks later when you confront him on the matter; that’s when he caves. I don’t want you to leave me, he tries to say, his heart aching at the thought of you walking out the door one day and never coming back. Just hug him tightly and press a kiss to his face, telling him that you’re never leaving his side.

Norman Bates: “You deserve someone better,” Norman says quietly, your eyes widening at his words after you ask him what’s wrong. He’d been brushing you off the past couple of days and it all led back to when he met your ex. It takes a few days for him to get out of this funk he’s in of not being good enough, but you assure him that he’s the only man you’ll ever want to be with.

Thomas Hewitt: He thinks your ex is rather tiny compared to him, but he still feels the impending gloominess surround him at the fact that he wasn’t your first love. “I’m not good enough for you,” he’ll admit after a fight the both of you had; Thomas had slowly been shutting you out and it was starting to kill you until you asked him about it. The man only begins to feel better once you tell him that even though he may not have been your first love, he will certainly be your last. 

Who would need heavy reassurance:

Brahms Heelshire: With him having abandonment issues, he needs to know you won’t leave him. He knows he’s not good enough for you and after seeing your ex, he realizes just how bad he is for you. “You’ll never leave me right?” He’ll ask you, eyes wide with a crazed panic; a fear of being alone that you knew well. He won’t leave your side for a few days after that so don’t plan on going anywhere but the kitchen, bathroom and the bedroom.

Vincent Sinclair: The moment he see’s your ex, he feels his world cave in. Of course you’d have been with someone normal before you met Vincent, but he didn’t think it would hurt him this much. “Will you love me forever?” He asks, his eyes puffy and red from the crying he won’t admit to. Please hold him and tell him that he’s the only man who you will ever hold in your heart.

Bubba Sawyer: You find Bubba silently crying, his fingers digging into his hair as he slowly rocks himself back and forth. As soon as he saw your ex, he had to get away; Bubba never thought he deserved you and now he knew just how much he didn’t. “Don’t go,” he’ll sniffle when you hug him, letting him cry into your shoulder as you rub his back and tell him that you aren’t going anywhere.

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Heyyyy if you have the time and energy could you please do the slashers ? Like how do they react when they first see their baby? Also I am loving every single one of your posts.

A/N: Here you go, sorry it took so long! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None, fluff

word count: 723 Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Who would cry:

Norman Bates: As soon as the nurse hands you the newborn and you accept it with open arms, Norman can’t hold back his tears. He stands next to you, looking down at the baby with such love, knowing that this is really his. The family he always wanted with you, finally here. “She has your eyes,” he says, softly touching the child’s cheek and trying to wipe away his tears that blur his vision.

Bo Sinclair: He’s been there the whole time, kissing your head and telling you that you’re doing great even though he’s sure you broke his hand with how tight you’d been holding it. But, when the baby is finally in his arms, all he can do is stare at it while his bottom lip trembles. “I’m so happy,” he’ll admit, tears falling from his eyes as he tries to hold them back. You’ve just given him the world, and he couldn’t wait to raise her right.

Charles Lee Ray: He has to step out of the room while your delivering because it’s not something he wants to see, but when he comes back in and see’s the small child in your arms, he breaks. “She’s amazing,” he barely whispers as you hand her over to him. He starts to really cry when she looks up at him with her eyes that looked a lot like yours. To him, this grounded every feeling he’s ever felt towards you; he was proud.

Who could be scared to hold them:

Thomas Hewitt: He looked awkward trying to fit the baby in his hands, staring down at it with such love and adoration that it made your heart ache. Thomas was worried initially about the child looking like him, but once he was placed in his arms, he smiled. “He’s perfect,” Thomas says as he hands the baby back to you, watching as you smile down at the tiny human. He can’t wait to start being a father.

Michael Myers: He’s scared of hurting the baby or holding it wrong but after you show him a few times, he carefully holds the child to his chest and just stares at it. It’s when the baby reaches out and grabs the end of Michael’s hair, that he realizes just how happy he is. “I’m going to raise him right, I swear,” he says with a shaky voice, looking up at you with a wobbly grin. You don’t doubt him at all.

Jason Voorhees: He’s another one who was worried in the beginning about the baby looking like him, but when he finally was holding her and she grabbed the tip of one of his fingers, every insecurity melted away. This was his daughter, his family with you and that alone made him teary eyed. I’ll protect her with my life, he tells himself, knowing that his mother is watching down on him, proud of the man he’s become.

Who would worry:

Bubba Sawyer: He sits outside while you give birth, the fear of not knowing if the child looks like him, eats him alive. When he’s finally called into the room, all the worry washes away as his eyes lock on the small bundle of joy in your arms. “He’s small,” Bubba will say when he finally gets to hold him, making a silent promise to care for his child until he dies.

Brahms Heelshire: He’s panicking because he’s not sure if he’s ready. What if he hurts the baby or what if it grows up to hate him? However, once he sees you holding the child against your breast, everything fades and his perspective changes for the better. “He’s got my nose and hair,” he smiles, watching the infant hold onto his finger while he eats from your breast. You know it will take a while for Brahms to untense but it’s worth it in the end.

Vincent Sinclair: He can hear the baby cry from the place where the nurses clean him off and he worries that it has his deformities. He peers down at the infant when it’s finally handed to you and he cries, tears falling from his eyes at how beautiful she looks. “She’s beautiful, and she’s got pretty eyes,” he tries to pull himself together but you smile at him, telling him that she has his eyes- that only makes him cry more tears of joy.

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Hello again, I have a request you may want to make. How would Slashers (Michael, Jason, Brahms, Vincent, Bo and another killer of their choice) try to seduce their beloved reader?

A/N: Bro I’m so tired but I’m spitting these requests out for you guys so that you all are quenched for the next couple of days when I go back to work. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Sexual themes

word count: 770 Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Would use pick up lines:

Bo Sinclair: He thinks he’s so slick coming up behind you and leaning his chin on your shoulder, peeking down your shirt to get an eye at your breasts. “Do you know the difference between jelly and jam?” He’d ask and you’d give him a confused look as to where the conversation was going. Tell him ‘no’ and his plan will commence, “I can’t jelly my dick down your throat.” He’d say it with such confidence it almost mortifies you, but you take him up on the suggestive offer, letting him drag you to the bedroom. 

Jason Voorhees: Since he can’t speak, he uses his actions in cheesy ways. He’ll lean up against the walls or the doorframes near you, or wiggle his eyebrows at you, only making you laugh at his attempts until he manages to press you against the wall and stare down at you with the hottest look in his eyes that you’d ever need. Let’s just say, his wood really sank in your seas that night. 

Bubba Sawyer: After many failed attempts at remembering the pick up line, he finally memorizes it enough to land it on you good and smooth. “You’re clothes are making me extremely uncomfortable, please take them off.” You stare at him for a moment before nodding in approval at his feeble attempt of seducing you, and letting him take you upstairs. 

Would buy you some nice lingerie:

Brahms Heelshire: He’s a wealthy man who only spends his trust fund money on you, so when you come home and find a package on the bed with a pretty set of lingerie, you don’t even question what he wants. “I knew it would look amazing on you,” he’d say once you put it on, his hands never leaving your body for the entirety of the night. 

Charles Lee Ray: Going shopping with a man who was hornier than he thought possible turned into a spending spree of lingerie he thought you looked absolutely beautiful in. After a while you tell him that he can’t buy you any more and he’ll look at you with the smuggest grin ever, “Each one is for a different position and so far we only have...three days worth.” Good luck walking the week after. 

Norman Bates: All it takes is for him to walk through town and see a pretty set of lingerie in the window of a shop and he buys it for you, practically biting his nails in anticipation when you finally are trying it on. As soon as you exit the bathroom, he’s popped a boner and is ready to fuck you over and over again as long as you wear the pretty silk lingerie on your body.

Would be straight up naked on the bed in a room full of candles:

Michael Myers: You come home after a long day of hell at work and the lights are all off, nearly causing you to wipe out as you walk up the stairs. You get ready to yell at your lover as you open the bedroom door but pause when you see all the candles in the room, the man in question sprawled out on the bed, his eyes holding a mischievous glint in them as you drop your bag and let him take care of you. “Hard day?” He’ll ask as you start riding yourself of your clothes, needing nothing more than him to take the stress off your shoulders. 

Vincent Sinclair: He made sure to time everything perfectly before he called you up to the bedroom. Once he heard your footsteps, he leaped on the bed, making sure all the candles were lit and the room was relaxing. As soon as you walk through the door, you shut it behind you as your eyes take in everything in front of you. “You’re lips look a bit lonely, would they like to meet mine?” He’d tease while you stare at his bare body on the bed before you. You don’t need to be asked twice. 

Thomas Hewitt: You’ll be confused at first as to why the lights are all off, but everything becomes clear as you walk to the bedroom, the faint candlelight giving off a pretty glow to the room once you enter. Your eyes focus on Thomas, the brute of a man laying in the bed like a lion waiting for it’s prey, his eyes intense as he watches you close the door behind you. “Let me take care of you tonight,” he says gently, and you oblige, finding yourself in his arms faster than you expected. 

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Can you write about the first time the slashers made the reader cum....their reaction? Or thoughts?

A/N: I had a few of the same requests of this in my inbox so I just put them under this one because they were all the same. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, wet & messy, spanking, squirting, choking, mocking, praise, pet names, toy usage, oral, fingering, daddy kink

word count: 729 Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Fucks you through it:

Michael Myers: The way your eyes roll back as your hips grind against his front has him practically feral. The fingers around your neck press deeper into your skin and you gasp as an orgasm rips through you at god speed. Michael doesn’t dare stop, feeling closer to his own orgasm and fucking you harder, picking up the pace and ignoring your whines and protests as you tremble under him. “Quit whining before I give you something to really cry about.”

Thomas Hewitt: He was shocked to have see you cum so soon, squirting against his stomach as he pressed you deeper into the mattress. The wet spot under your ass only made you more aroused as your juices dripped down. “That’s it pretty girl, cum for Daddy.” He’ll grunt, fucking you faster as your walls suck him in deeper, his eyes watching your face contort into pleasure as he doesn’t give you a second to relax.

Bo Sinclair: He has you pressed face first into the mattress, ass raised in the air while his cock pounds into you from behind. It doesn’t take long before you cum around his shaft, your velvet walls pulsing around him. “My baby’s such a little whore, aren’t you?” He chuckles, moving faster and knocking the air from your lungs as he fucks you through your orgasm, not letting up until he finishes.

Cums on the spot:

Bubba Sawyer: From the second your voice goes higher to the way your cunt clenches around his cock tighter than before, he feels closer than he’d ever been in his life. The soft way you cry his name when you cum, your walls pulsing around him and your back arching off the bed, has him thrusting into you one last time to cum deep inside you. He feels proud to know that he was the one making you feel good. “I love you.”

Vincent Sinclair: He doesn’t mean to cum the moment your lower lips suck him in deeper as you climax, but he does. His hips stutter as you both come down from your highs, panting and exhausted. The way you look flushed against the bedsheets with the soft sheen of sweat covering your skin, makes his heart flutter and a small smile graces his face as he buries his head in your chest. “You’re perfect.”

Stops so they can watch:

Brahms Heelshire: The moment he feels your cunt tighten around his shaft, he’s moving faster, pressing the vibrator against your clit while working on hitting your deepest spots. When you cum, he stops and watches with heated eyes; he takes in every little movement that your body makes from the twitches in your thighs to the pulsing of your walls against his leaking cock. “You did so good for me my love, how about one more?”

Charles Lee Ray: He knows your close from the far off look in your eyes, your hips moving faster as you bounce on his cock, gripping the headboard above you when you cum, your body trembling from the fast pace of it all. Charles drinks in your expressions, the cigarette balanced between his lips nearly falls when you start moving again, feeling his hard member drag along your sensitive walls. “Christ, doll-face, didn’t know you had that in you.”

Jason Voorhees: Your ass was red and sore from the heavy weight of Jason’s hand as he fucked you from behind. The feeling of impending release made your hand travel between your legs and find your clit, rubbing it a few times before you came with a loud cry of his name. A small groan left the man as he spread your cheeks apart to watch your juices dribble out of your stretched hole and pool around his cock. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.

Norman Bates: The way his tongue danced over your clit had your back arching off the bed and your fingers entangled in his hair. It took everything in you to not grind against his face as he thrusted two fingers inside your walls, curling them in all the right places. When that coil within you snaps, he watches with wondering eyes as your hole clenches around his fingers, molding around them as you twitch from the pleasure. “You’re so beautiful. Can I make you do that again?”

[scarofthewind]

Slashers x Reader || Right Person, Wrong Time

A/N: This is depression in a post so I hope you enjoy. I have a date tomorrow and my work increased my pay because I complained about it being low. This is the angst I promised a few weeks ago but was too busy to post it. *I EXCLUDED BUBBA, NORMAN AND BO FROM THIS BECAUSE I WASN’T FEELING THEM IN THE MOMENT*

Warnings: Angst, breakups suck, character death

Prompt: You belong together but not in this lifetime

word count: 1.4k Tip Jar (every bit helps)

Michael Myers: /you’re a monster/

You have always had rough fights when it came to Michael, however neither of you thought it would be this bad. Furniture was broken and as this point your whole body was shaking as you watched him rage on, tearing down everything in his path. The minute his hands reached for the picture of you two on the wall, ripping it off the nail and throwing it to the ground, sobs left your lips. Michael didn’t even realized you had moved until he was down the hall, about to throw a vase where you once had stood and freezing when he saw you trying to pick up the pieces of the picture that were lying on the floor. “You’re a monster, Michael.” You cried, knowing that the picture being ripped down the center, separating the two of you was a sign of departing. It was at this moment, he knew there was no coming back from this; instead of trying to stop you, he let you walk out the front door knowing you’d never come back. It felt as though everything he’d been working towards with you was shattered just like the picture you left on the ground. He still has the part of you folded in his wallet, and he’ll take it out every now and then and try to remember what it was like when you were his. 

The saddest part is that you knew he loved you and deep down, he knew it too. You two just weren’t meant to be; you swear to yourself that in another life you and him would work out perfectly, but in this reality, nothing good ever came from your relationship and so it simply had to end. 

Brahms Heelshire: /go ahead and leave like everyone else/

Everything you had worked on with Brahms, all the trust that you spent years of your life building with him, fell faster than you could blink. He was colder, snappier; his tone was rude and snotty as if he was bored or sick of you. As if you were some play thing that helped him pass time, as if you meant nothing to him. When you remotely hinted to his recent change of attitude, it amounted to the worst fight you’d ever had with him. To say he was unrecognizable was an understatement; his eyes were filled with rage and he showed no signs of letting up as he raged on and on, scaring you to the point of wanting to leave. The house was torn to shreds and you barely grabbed a bag of your personal items and a small picture of you and him from the nightstand before sprinting to the door, Brahms hot on your heels.

He said mean things, things that made you wonder if he ever really loved you at all. You didn’t look back as you swung the front door open, his yelling making you freeze for a split second. “Go ahead and leave, you’re just like everyone else!” It wasn’t until after your cars headlights were long gone that Brahms felt his heart shatter; you wouldn’t be coming back and you were the only thing he truly had ever loved. 

Thomas Hewitt: /what happened to us/

You didn’t understand what you could’ve done to make him so mad. Thomas was ignoring you and the times you two did talk, it was short and angry. He wouldn’t touch you at night, turning his back to you and letting you fall asleep with tears running down your face. You weren’t sure what happened but Thomas knew the way he was treating you wasn’t right; he just didn’t know how to stop acting cold towards you. It was like all the love he had suddenly vanished and was replaced with an annoyance he only felt with victims. “What happened to us, Thomas?” Your voice was weak and it broke the man’s heart. 

He didn’t know how to respond and he didn’t know what to do. He’d always love you but there was something off; like you two just weren’t meant to be together in this time. Thomas cried when he found you gone the next morning, but he knew deep down that it was for the better. 

Jason Voorhees: /give me one reason to stay/

You couldn’t believe him; how he was acting like the slightest thing you did would tip the scale and cause everything to be ruined. Jason had been acting like he didn’t need you as of late and it started to really mess with your head. All it took was for you to confront him on the matter before he blew up, slamming his hands on the table and having his chair fall back with how fast he stood up. In a fit of rage, he didn’t realize how close he was to wrapping his hand around your throat and just squeezing, until you yelled at him to get away from you. Blinking back the red in his vision, all he saw was your scared eyes wet with tears staring up at him as his hands quickly let go of your shoulders. Jason didn’t stop you as you ran to the bedroom, gathering as much of your stuff as you could before moving to the door. The soft whimper coming from his mouth made you take one last look at him, “Give me one reason to stay,” your words made him look down, ashamed of what he did to you. 

Jason had to learn to live with it as soon as you slammed the door behind you, your car starting and peeling out of the area, never to come back. He never meant to hurt you but always knew he would one day; it was the danger of being with someone like him that had him wishing he’d been normal from the start. Maybe then you two would’ve had a fighting chance. 

Vincent Sinclair: /I never should’ve trusted you/

The fire in the bedroom was bright in Vincent’s eyes, but despite the heat flickering too close for comfort, you shivered. The glare in his eyes was one you never thought you’d see but the way he stared you down made you realize you weren’t getting out of this one without a scratch. You moved carefully, unsure how to make things right; by the time you got by the front door, Vincent had you cornered and had a tight grip on your throat. What started off as a small argument delved into something un-fixable and you knew that there was nothing in the world that could change his mind in this moment. Things were said neither of you really meant but you still said them. All you wanted was to invite your friend over for dinner and have her meet Vincent, the man you always talked about in that loving tone. However, she brought her boyfriend who was a cop, which took you by surprise and made Vincent react immediatley. He killed them both before you could get a word out.  

“I never should’ve trusted you,” Vincent’s voice was dark but there was an underlying pain that resided there and made your heart ache. You tried your hardest to fight, but you told him that you loved him one last time before your vision went black. 

Charles Lee Ray: /we can’t keep this up forever/

It was simply a burn out, your relationship. It started off like a giant, hot flame that was bright and bold and full of intensity. Now, it was nothing but ash at the bottom of the ash tray that Charles flicked his cigarette into. Your relationship was nothing but fighting and tired conversations that made you eventually question being with him. You loved him more than anything and you know he loved you too, but things were starting to fall apart and your love for each other was going with it. “We can’t keep this up forever,” you told Charles one night, his tired eyes meeting your with a look of guilt; almost as if he was sorry for not being able to make the relationship work. 

It hurt him to see you like this; hell, half the time you didn’t even sleep in the same bed. It just wasn’t meant to be and it was hurting him more to know that you weren’t happy anymore. It felt as though he was dragging you on and he made up his mind to cut you free. That night, he packed a bag and left. He didn’t dare kiss you goodbye, it would only make him want to stay. 

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Good morning!

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Good morning from Brahms

Good morning from Jason

Good morning from Michael

Good morning from Bubba

Good morning from Bo

Good morning from Thomas

Good morning from Vincent

Good morning from Bughuul

Good morning from Pelle

Good morning from Charles

Good morning from Billy

Good morning from Norman

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Slashers on Mother’s Day

A/N: Here is the first part of the mini, multi-fandom series I am doing in honor of mother’s day! I hope you all enjoy this pure fluff!

Mother’s Day master post

Warnings: None, pure fluff and joy, reader is a mother obviously

word count: 2.6k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Spoils you too much:

Charles Lee Ray: “I think she’ll like this one, what do you think?” Charles asks his daughter who stood next to him, looking up at the overpriced jewelry in her father’s hands. “Too big,” she shakes her head and Charles agrees after looking it over once again. He already had a whole basket on his arm full of stuff for you ranging from stuffed animals your daughter had picked out to flowers, jewelry and even some pieces of clothing. Just as the two thought they were done shopping and walked over to the check out, Charles pauses by the perfume stand and looks them over, picking up a few and smelling them before bending over and letting his daughter smell. “Smells like grandma, Dad,” she scrunched her nose as he quickly put it back. They spend more time shopping than they need to but the smile on your face when they bring out the loads of gifts is enough to make everyone happy. 

Brahms Heelshire: Brahms did all his shopping days before Mother’s day, but the amount of items he’d purchased made you question his sanity. “Don’t look at me, she picked that out,” Brahms shrugged, pointing to your daughter who was giggling next to you. “Mommy will look like a princess,” her contagious laugh made Brahms crack a smile as you put the simple tiara on your head. “Uh oh, the Queen needs to watch out,” he joked, resting his head on his palm as he watched you continue to open the countless gifts scattered in the living room. “You know this was too much right? Flowers and a card are usually what’s expected.” You told him with a smile. Brahms nodded over to the coffee table where a giant bouquet of flowers and a few cards sat, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I think you got this one for yourself,” you said to your daughter who was playing with the stuffed animal she had picked out as well. Another giggle erupted from her as you tickled her sides, Brahms watching from his spot, his heart flooding with a warmth he wanted to keep forever. 

Jason Voorhees: Since he doesn’t come from money, or have it for that matter, he likes to spoil you in other ways like physical touch or by waiting on you hand and foot. “I can get to the bathroom by myself you dork,” you told your lover as he carried you from the couch to the bathroom, only letting you down when you were inside. When you shut the door, Jason turned around to look at his daughter who was coloring a picture for you for Mother’s Day. “Look! Look!” She squealed in joy, waving her father over before pointing at the messy shaped people. “There’s you, me, and Momma!” Her eyes looked up to Jason with excitement and happiness that made him smile. “Should I draw her another one?” She asked, reaching across the table to grab another piece of paper before aggressively scribbling on it. The bathroom door opening made Jason move towards you, picking you up and walking you over to the kitchen table, not wanting you do any moving on your own today. With a soft kiss to your head once he sat you in a chair, he moved to sit next to you, watching as your daughter gave her artwork to her mother and wondering how he got so lucky. 

Bubba Sawyer: He woke up with the sun and so did his kid; both of them ready to spoil you as soon as you woke up with small gifts and lots of love. “I think we should make chocolate chip pancakes!” Bubba’s son said with a lopsided grin as they both stood in the kitchen. Looking at the stove, Bubba scratched his head, unsure of the recipe or how you even make them, his child doing the same thing. “Maybe we just make coffee?” The little boy suggested and Bubba nodded, moving over to the coffee machine and getting it started. “Flowers,” Bubba said suddenly, remembering what it was he thought he was forgetting. With a determined nod, his son took off to the garden to pick some of the wildflowers before bringing them inside to help his dad make them look pretty. Carefully taking the vase over to the table where a card and some homemade candy sat, Bubba set the flowers down and nodded in approval. “Boys?” You asked from upstairs, tiredly waking up and running your hands over your face before hearing two sets of footsteps come barreling up the stairs. “Happy Mother’s Day, Momma!” Your son shouted as he leapt across the bed, tackling you in a hug before Bubba did the same, nearly knocking the air from your lungs. The faint smell of coffee in the air and the spoils of a father and son with more than enough love to give, made your day the best. 

Wakes you up with a kiss and breakfast:

Michael Myers: “I made this at school for her,” Michael’s daughter said to him, holding up a poem about mother’s day she’d written for you. “I’m sure she’ll love it. Can you do me a favor and set the table?” He said gently, watching his daughter nod and walk over to the silverware drawer while he continued working on the bacon and eggs that were hot on the stove. It was quiet between the two like usual until his daughter spoke once more, “I’m hungry, when’s she waking up?” Turning the stove off and putting the pans on the opposite side of the appliance, Michael wiped his hands off on the kitchen towel before looking over at his child. The vase full of flowers almost blocked her tiny body from his view but when he stepped around the table, he could see her eyes that matched his, glimmering with excitement. “You stay here and I’ll go get her okay? Get your poem ready that you made for her,” Michael watched as she grabbed the paper and held on to it as he walked upstairs to the bedroom where you were sleeping peacefully. Looking around to make sure his daughter didn’t follow, Michael walked over to the side of the bed where you slept and began peppering kisses all over your face, watching you twitch and let out a low groan at being woken up. With a small smirk, Michael began kissing lower, his mouth attaching itself to your neck before you shot up, pushing him off you. “Happy Mother’s Day,” he chuckled, watching you smile and shake your head at him before moving to press a kiss to his lips. 

Pelle: All you felt were the feather-light kisses of your husband as he pressed his lips against your cheek, waking you from your sleep. As your eyes opened, Pelle pulled back and grinned down at you, letting you sit up before pressing his lips to yours, “Happy Mother’s Day to the best one in the world,” he said softly, your heart warming at his words as you hear the bedroom door open and your kids come walking in, the eldest holding a tray of food and the youngest carrying a cup carefully towards you. “We made breakfast- well- technically Dad did,” your oldest said with a smile, setting the tray down on your lap and letting his sibling set the cup down on your nightstand. “You didn’t have to do all this,” you said with a small smile, letting your kids hug you tightly, the youngest one crawling into bed next to you. “How else would we show our appreciation for you?” Pelle hummed, the corner’s of his eyes crinkling as he smiled. “We also have flowers and a few cards for you but I left them in the living room,” your eldest told you before he turned and went to get them. “Love you Momma,” the younger sibling said, yawning at your side with a tired smile on their face. “I love you too,” you replied, pressing a kiss to their head before looking down at the food on your lap and digging in. 

Thomas Hewitt: “A little to the left- just a bit more- perfect!” Thomas taped up the Mother’s Day banner in the place his daughter instructed before moving back and looking at it with a nod. “What flowers should I get?” His son asked as he came through the front door, hands covered in dirt. “Anything that’s bloomed and that’s not brown already,” Thomas told him before the boy took off outside. The daughter walked to the kitchen, fixing up the rest of the food before setting the table and getting the coffee ready. “You should go wake her up, Dad, I can get the rest of the stuff set up since there’s not much left.” With a nod, Thomas moved towards the stairs, making his way to the bedroom and opening the door only to find you sitting up in bed. “Did we wake you?” Thomas asked as he walked over, leaned down, and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You shook your head after he pulled away before moving to your knees to chase after his lips, kissing him once more. A low chuckle left him once you had your fill, a lazy smile resting on your face. “Happy Mother’s Day to the best woman in the world.” He said gently, watching you smile before following him downstairs where your kids waited with a wonderful meal and decorations. 

Vincent Sinclair: “What are you doing?” You laughed tiredly as Vincent proceeded to press kisses all along your face and neck, tickling you lightly. “Happy Mother’s Day,” he cooed, helping you sit up before he practically dragged you to the kitchen, showing you all of the food that he may or may not had Bo help him make for you. “Momma!” You heard your twins shout as they ran over from the living room, nearly taking you out as they hugged your legs. “Happy Mother’s Day! You’re the bestest Mom ever!” “We made you some stuff come look!” They both were such high energy that it made your face hurt from smiling as they pulled you over to the living room where they had little crafts all over the place for you. A painting of their handprints as well as Vincent’s that formed a tree made your heart flutter and you knew you’d be hanging that on the wall soon. The front door opened and Bo walked in carrying flowers for you and some candy for the twins, making them turn their attention towards him for the time being. “Happy Mother’s Day to the mother of my nieces,” he smiled at you, giving you a hug before being tackled by the twins as they searched him for the candy. Walking back into the kitchen, you put the flowers in a vase and moved to wrap your arms around Vincent, pressing your lips to his for a second, “Thank you for all this.” With a small laugh and his arms tightening around you, Vincent replied, “Anything for the love of my life and the mother of my two amazing daughters.”

Almost forgets but his kid reminds them:

Billy Loomis: “You’re lucky I told you,” Billy’s daughter laughed from her spot on the couch, a children’s show playing in the background as he struggled to get everything in place before you woke up. Billy cursed under his breath as he nearly knocked the vase that had a beautiful set of flowers, over. “That’s a bad word,” his daughter chimed and he gave her a look that made her face the T.V. quickly. Running his hands through his hair, Billy cleared his throat and poured you a cup of coffee just as you were walking down the stairs, tightening your robe around you and coming into the kitchen. “What’s all this?” You asked, looking down at the cards on the table and the bag of gifts that sat in your chair. “Happy Mother’s Day!” Your daughter shouted, leaping off the couch and running towards you with open arms and a wide smile. “Did you two do all this for me? You didn’t have to.” You said, looking over to Billy who smiled at you in return. “Of course we did, you’re the best mother anyone could ask for.” He pressed a kiss to your lips before his daughter gave him a look, knowing damn well if it wasn’t for her, he would’ve forgotten. However, at least now she had something to blackmail him with. 

Bo Sinclair: “Which one?” Bo asked his daughter as he held up two bouquet’s of flowers. “You’re probably going to need both since you forgot,” she sassed back, going back to texting her friends on her phone. “You think she’ll know?” He panicked, taking both anyways and walking over to the card section. Bo managed to sneak out of the house before you woke up to get you Mother’s Day stuff and he prayed that you would stay asleep until he came home. “It’s Mom, she knows everything.” With a glare, Bo ignored his teenaged child’s response before checking out and practically speeding home, making it just in time before you came sauntering to the living room, sleep still on your mind. “Happy Mother’s Day mom,” your daughter said with a smile, giving you a hug and distracting you from her dad’s struggle with putting the flowers in a vase. “He forgot didn’t he?” You whispered to her and she nodded with a small snort of laughter, “Yeah but don’t worry, I put him through the ringer for it,” she replied and you laughed in response before letting her go and making your way over to Bo who was trying to play it cool. 

Bughuul: He didn’t mean to forget; the time he spent between the human realm and the realm of the dead had his senses all backwards. So when his son came up to him and asked him what he got you for Mother’s Day, Bughuul panicked. “What do you think she’d like?” He asked his son who thought about it for a second before responding, “Something simple like flowers or something else she likes.” Bughuul sighed, trying to think of what to get you before settling on black roses and a few books and candles he thought you would enjoy. “Thank you for reminding me, I would’ve forgotten without you,” the deity told his son as they set the gifts up nicely in the living room before you came walking in with a cup of coffee in your hands. “Happy Mother’s Day, my love.” Bughuul said gently, watching his son bound over to you and give you a tight hug. “He forgot but don’t worry, I reminded him!” Your son shouted happily, much to Bughuul’s shock and he promptly apologized for the rest of the day. 

Norman Bates: With how fast Norman was running around the house trying to set up decorations and get the gifts ready for you, his daughter truly thought he’d end up breaking something. “Calm down, she’s not going to notice,” she told her panicked father as he quickly ran into the kitchen to get breakfast finished and add the finishing touches on your gifts before he remotely began to calm. “I can’t believe I forgot, I feel horrible.” He said, a disappointed look on his face that made his daughter pat him on the back. “It happens to the best of us, no need to worry. Mom loves you and she’ll love all this stuff you set up for her no matter what.” Norman smiled gently at his daughters words before your figure caught his attention ad he made his way over to you. “Happy Mother’s Day,” he grinned, bending down and pressing his lips against yours before he lead you into the kitchen to eat. 

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Slashers reaction to their s/o giving them head to wake them up

A/N: Hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: NSFW, blowjobs

word count: 530 Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Grabs your head and fucks your mouth:

Michael Myers: As soon as his pretty blue eyes open to the feeling of something wet and warm below the sheets, he groans. “You could’ve simply asked if I wanted to fuck your throat.” His hands immediately go to your head, hips bucking up to push his cock deeper into your mouth.

Charles Lee Ray: The sounds of you sucking him off is what wakes him up. Crystal blue eyes locking on your mouth while his hands go to your hair, pulling you down to deep throat his aching member. “Couldn’t wait until I woke up, could ya’ doll?”

Jason Voorhees: When his eyes open to see you taking his cock into your mouth, he moans, running his fingers through your hair. His hips buck unconsciously as the feeling of your warm mouth brings him closer to the edge. She looks so pretty with her lips wrapped around my cock.

Cums on the spot:

Bo Sinclair: The sensitive head of his cock being played with wakes him up. He looks around confused for a second before lifting the covers and cursing at the sight of you sucking his member, your eyes holding such a sultry look when you stare up at him. “Jesus Christ, baby.” It’s all he manages to say before he cums in your mouth.

Bubba Sawyer: He is so sensitive as it is, that when he feels something wet on his aching cock, he grunts and looks down to see what it is. As soon as he sees your head bobbing up and down his shaft, he twitches and cums, “Wait, (Y/N),” being the only thing he could get out.

Norman Bates: The poor guy honestly thought he was just having a wet dream; so imagine his surprise when he looks down and sees your pretty lips wrapped around the base of his cock. “Oh my god,” he moans, your eyes snapping up to his. The way your eyes smiled up at him made him cum on the spot.

Stops you to fuck you instead:

Vincent Sinclair: A low groan leaves his lips when he wakes up to see you sucking him off. He gives you a few more minutes before he pulls you away and presses you back against the bed. “I’d rather be in here,” he says pressing his hand against your cunt.

Thomas Hewitt: He feels your hands rub what can’t fit into your mouth as his eyes open to a beautiful sight. “You’re jaw’s sore isn’t it, sweetheart?” He asks, moving to sit up and cupping your face in his hands, pulling you away from his throbbing cock. When you nod he smiles and presses a kiss to your head before moving to hover over you. He thinks your pussy feels better anyways.

Brahms Heelshire: He felt caught off guard when he cracked open his eyes to see you deep throating his cock. His hips jump at the feeling but he quickly moves to sit up and pull you off. “No more of that my love, I want to fuck you,” he watches your eyes widen before you nod, letting him have his way with you.

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Just saw the movie "Freaky" and thought "How would slashers react if they one day wake up with their body swapped with their S/o?". Bonus if the reaction is all chaotic 😂

A/N: Here you go, sorry it took so long. I get to update a lot this week despite working still but it’s because my shifts are short but I get to talk with my manager on Wednesday about going full-time because I need the money. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None, slight NSFW on the last section with Michael and Vincent

word count: 1.1k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Would try to remain calm:

Jason Voorhees: When he first opened his eyes and saw himself laying next to him, he was beyond confused. “(Y/N)?!” He’d say, shocking himself once more when he realizes that he can speak, but that it isn’t his voice, it’s yours. He watches as his body moves, slowly waking up and looking very confused as well. “We have to fix this,” he says once more through your body, watching as you tried to speak but only garbled phrases came out. 

“It’s alright, we can think of something! I’ll fix this I promise!” He continued, looking down at your body and immediately grabbing the covers in remembrance of the night before. Jason had never been more mortified in his life, but he did his best to remain calm and figure out how to get you back to normal. 

Norman Bates: It was when he passed the mirror to the bathroom that he realized something wasn’t right. Moving back, he took in your figure staring back at him and he blinked before turning to wake you up. “I don’t know how to fix this but I’m going to try everything,” he informed you, watching as you froze in your spot, at the realization. Everything felt wrong, as though it was a violation of privacy.

“Please hurry, we have dinner plans with my parents tonight, remember?” You replied, your voice not your own but the tone the same. Norman nodded, leaning towards you and pressing a kiss to your head before taking off downstairs. 

Thomas Hewitt: With how much larger he is, he woke up knowing that something wasn’t right. However, he didn’t think it would be this bad. “(Y/N), please wake up,” he said, his voice a lot higher pitched that his usual deep baritone one. He watched through your eyes as his massive body next to him moved a bit before slowly waking. “I don’t know how this happened,” he said, watching as you sat up quickly, looking down at his hands that you now possessed. 

“Get me out of your meat suit, Thomas. This feels very wrong,” you replied with your heart hammering in your chest. Nodding, Thomas did his best to maneuver around the house but it was a lot harder to do when he was now half the size he usually is. 

Would have a full on panic attack:

Bo Sinclair: He nearly falls off the bed in a frenzy when he realizes that his conscious is in your body. He’s too busy freaking out that he doesn’t take the time to think about the breasts he now possesses; something he usually enjoys profusely. “Wake up! Wake up, we need to fix this now!” He panics, flying around the room, practically knocking stuff over as he gets used to how your body moves. 

You watch as he falls, scraping your knee and cutting it, much to your dismay. “Stop, Bo,” you snap at him, approaching your fallen body on the floor, “Before you hurt me even more.” It takes a while for him to become calm, but by that time, you’ve already figured out how to turn back. 

Brahms Heelshire: You wake up to the feeling of Brahms shaking you violently, although when you open your eyes, you only see yourself. “Please tell me you know what happened?” He panics, pacing around the room in your nightgown, biting your nails to which you shout at him for. “I can’t be stuck like this! I need my body back!” He tugs at your strands of hair, watching as you look down at your body that was covered in dark hair. 

“You really need to shave,” you say, only making Brahms freak out even more. He makes his way downstairs and to the library, hoping to find a book on body switching or something to at least aid in the return of his conscious to his body. 

Bubba Sawyer: “(Y/N), please wake up! Something’s happened!” You can hear your own voice shouting at you as you blink back sleep and sit up in bed. You look to your side and see yourself sitting there with tears falling from your eyes. 

“Bubba?” You ask, the voice coming out was your lover’s and you watched as your head nodded. “Don’t cry, we’ll fix this,” you say, reaching out and pulling him close, feeling him sob. By the way he was shaking in your arms, you knew you needed to do something quick; he wouldn’t be able to last all day like this. 

Charles Lee Ray: “No, no! No, no, no, no, (Y/N), wake up!” You groaned in bed at your lover’s shouts of terror as he looked in the mirror to see your face staring back at him. “Wake up! This is am emergency!” He panicked, running back into the room and throwing the covers off your body. 

“What the fuck, Charl-” you gasped when you spoke, hearing your lover’s voice instead of your own and seeing your body standing at the foot of the bed. “What did you do? I told you not to mess with that voodoo stuff!” You shout, starting a full blown argument that only makes the both of you panic even more. 

Would immediately act perverted:

Michael Myers: You wake up to the feeling of something happening down below and when you open your eyes to see the giant bulge under the covers, you freak out. Your scream is what made Michael, who was in your body, jump up and look around. “Get me out of here!” You shouted at him, getting out of bed and trying to calm yourself down. Michael only chuckled at your panicked state, using this as a great time to explore the female body on another level. “Stop touching my boobs, what are you doing?” You snapped.

“I think this is the perfect time to see what a female orgasm feels like,” he said, your voice coming out in soft sounds as he used your body to his own pleasure. You really began to panic when the thing between his legs jumped at the sounds he was making you make. 

Vincent Sinclair: “So this is what it’s like to have a penis,” you say, looking under the covers to the unclad bulge between your lovers legs. Vincent was still laying in bed next to you, wearing your body, but you both decided that it would be best to try something fun with this once in a lifetime opportunity. “Can I touch it?” You asked, looking to your body which Vincent was already playing with. 

“Do whatever you want. Today’s, fair game - just don’t shave me,” he said in your voice, moving one of your hands down between your legs and sucking in a breath at the feeling. 

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How about the s/o getting their slashers a comfort item like a weighted blanket, or a stuffie so the slashers can be calm when their not around🥺

A/N: Sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy! Also, shout out to @aninnymouse​ for buying me a Kofi! Thank you so much for the support! Anyways, hope you enjoy the onslaught of posts that are to come today!

Warnings: None, fluff

word count: 572 Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

​Would frequently use it:

Bubba Sawyer: As we all know by now, Bubba loves you very much and it pains him whenever you have to leave. So, when you give him the giant teddy bear as a comfort item, there’s no doubt that he sleeps with it every night. On nights that he misses you more than ever, he’ll hug the bear to his body and try to pretend it’s you. 

Norman Bates: At first, Norman was a bit hesitant to use the heated blanket but when you left for another business trip, he needed the extra warmth in the mornings when he’d wake up. The fact that the blanket some how smells like you doesn’t help him miss you any less as the cold bedsheets become less chilly.

Vincent Sinclair: When he opens the bag with his parting gift in it, he almost becomes a depressed wreck. Vincent hates it when you leave and often times tries to fake sickness or injure himself so you’ll stay. However, this time, you really have to go for a few weeks. He uses the lavender scented weighted blanket every night until you come home, imagining you’re laying with him, curled into his side. 

Would act like they don’t need it but cuddle with it every night:

Thomas Hewitt: When you hand Thomas the stuffed animal, you laugh when he gives you a unimpressed look. He swears up and down that he doesn’t need it and that he’s fine whenever you have to leave....liar. He takes that stuffed animal and puts it on your side of the bed, holding it to his chest and wishing you’d hurry up and come back. 

Jason Voorhees: He’s not a child, c’mon now; that’s what Jason would act like, tossing the teddy bear on the couch and giving you one more kiss before you go. As soon as night falls, he finds himself taking the bear from the couch and holding it while he falls fast asleep. 

Bo Sinclair: After you hand him the small stuffed animal, he’ll roll his eyes and tell you that he’s not going to use it. However, after you leave, he takes the thing everywhere with him. The shop, the theatre, the house, the bedroom. He even talks to it as though you’re there listening to what he’s saying.

Would hardly ever touch it:

Charles Lee Ray: He’ll practically mock you and say that you’ll need it more than he will and put the weighted blanket in the back of the closet once you leave. Charles may use it once or twice if he’s had a really bad day and needs to remind himself that you’re coming home in a few days, while he wraps himself in the blanket.

Michael Myers: Another one that will laugh and toss it to the side, leaving it there for a couple of days until he needs to calm himself down and see’s it sitting in the same spot he’d thrown it. Will never admit to it but he’s slept with the small stuffed animal before; it helped him calm down when you couldn’t.

Brahms Heelshire: A heated blanket is a wonderful gift, Brahms will admit. Unfortunately, he will only use it once every few days. When the bed gets a little too cold for him and he needs to imagine you there with him, he’ll drag the blanket from the closet and plug it in, the warmth making him feel a little less lonely.