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ravennatheraven · 2 years

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Chromeskull x Reader

Chromeskull x gn reader

Contains spoiler for first laid to rest movie

Bold text is texting and signing

Oh and Preston is alive in this

Crimson droplets of blood painted his shiny mask as he rammed one of his twin hunting knives into the chest ofhis latest piggy. He listened to the final gurling breaths that his victim took before the light in her eyes vanished. Chromeskull cleaned the blade on the corpses shirt before turning the camera on his shoulder off. The glint of his chrome skull mask in th moons pale glow gave the illusion that he wasn’t human.

“Job is done. Will stop by organization before heading home.’ He texted to his assistant Spann. The woman named Spann sighed at the message that popped up on her phone. “He’s coming back now” was all she said to a nervous looking Preston. All Preston could say was “oh fuck”.

Jesse got into his black car after sending the text. He drove through the night wanting to get to the office quickly so he could return home to his dear (y/n). In the early morning hours he pulled into the parking lot of a large warehouse. The offices of the organization were tucke away in the unassuming building.

Once in his office the rather large man sat at his desk to finish any paper work that needed to be done. Soon after Spann and Preston walked in. The normally cocky man stood slightly behind Spann and his face projected the worry he felt inside. Spann on the other hand had her normal emotionless face, she was not an easy person to read.

“What is wrong?” Said Jesse’s text to speech on his phone. He had practically smelled the fear seeping from his underling.

“You know how you tasked us with with watching over you partner while you were away but told us to keep our distance so they would’t be suspicious?” Preston answered quickly. “What did you do Preston?” The voice from Chromeskulls phone spoke again. The underling looked offended “I didn’t do anything. Why assume it was me?” Preston asked.

“Sir surprisingly Preston didn’t do anything this time. Your partner, (y/n) knows” Spann spoke up sure that if she didn’t that her boss would kill preston. As much as she wanted to see that she had to admit that being able to push paper work off on Preston when she didn’t want to do it was useful.

Mr. Cromeans slammed his hands down on the desk. Spann didn’t react to the violent outburst unlike Preston who may as well have jumped out of his skin. The large boss man put his mask away and stormed out of his office. Everyone in his way moved as he oozed anger. Once back in his car he let his fear shine through. The killer was scared. He needed to see his (y/n) as soon as possible. His last significant other had found out what he did for a living and she committed suicide right after, not being able to handle the idea that her gentle giant had a murderous side.

Thoughts overwhelmed the drive home. What if they don’t want to see me? What if they’ve left already? What if they’re scared of me now? What if they went to the cops already? These thoughts raced in his head making the entire drive a blur. He parked in the driveway and let out a shaking breath. More anxious thoughts flooded in his mind like a raging river as he looked in the rearview mirror at his disfigured face. After a few moments he managed to talk himself into going into his house. He didn’t even remember walking up to the front door until he heard the click of it opening. Jesse took a deep breath pushing it open. The house was silent. He prepared for the worst. His chest ached as he walked into the dining room to find papers scattered on the table. They were files on him and his work, there were also graphic pictures of his films. Jesse’s heart drops, he can hear nothing but the sound of his own pounding heart.

“I read through all of it…that is some very dark things…” A soft voice came from behind him. It was the voice of his beloved (y/n). Jesse couldn’t bring himself to turn around, not yet. He didn’t want to see the fear and despair that he assumed would be written on their face. Jesse would never see that though. The next words out of his partners mouth perplexed him. “I was worried. When were you going to tell me? I was starting to think all these business trips were really just for cheating.”

Jesse nearly gave himself whiplash from turning so fast. A smirk was plastered on their face. “You’re not scared of me or angry?” He signed wanting to know why.

“Scared of you? You might be a serial killer but you’re a teddy bear to me. I’m only angry that you didn’t tell me sooner. I’m also relieved that you weren’t cheating.” (y/n) replied.

“You are weird” He signed. He had no idea how his partner was taking this so well.

“Says the man kills for a living” They smiled a genuine smile but it disappeared quickly. “I did think that maybe someone had sent them because they were trying to hurt you or worse. The thought of losing you is what scared the crap out of me.” (y/n) started to gather the pages that were on the table and walked into the living room. Chromeskull followed closely behind curious as to what was going to happen. “We should probably step up our ‘normal’ life image. You know it’s kinda cold in here” Their gentle voiced said. Jesse signed back a simple cold? The house wasn’t even slightly cold. (y/n)’s (e/c) eyes rolled at his cluelessness and placed the papers in the fireplace before setting them aflame.

His significant other smiled a warm smile at him gently placing a hand on either side of his face bringing him down for a loving kiss. The killer happily returned the affection wrapping his arms around their waist. The two came up for air after a few moments. “I love you Jesse Cromeans. No more secrets okay?” He could only nod and kiss their nose in return not wanting to let them go. “That includes having your coworkers stalk me when you’re away.” They said catching the killer off guard making him back up a step. You knew they were there?

“Of course I did. They aren’t exactly the best at it. Invite them for dinner. I want to meet them.” (y/n) replied casually. The thought of Preston being in his home made him cringe. Now that could be a disaster.

#chromeskull x reader #chromeskull #jesse cromeans #laid to rest #gender nuetral reader #preston #slashers #slasher simp #oneshot #fanfic #slasher x reader

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issdisgrace · 1 year

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if reqs are open can i request chromeskull, michael, and/or vincent x ftm reader who ended up needing medical attention for a few days after protecting something important to them (e.x.: a mugger stealing their wedding ring, protecting their home from a break in, etc) and the first thing reader does when he wakes up is say something like "dear are you alright? you don't look so good."

a lil angst with a fluffy end if it pleases you milord

JESSE CROMEANS AND VINCENT SINCLAIR REACTING TO THEIR S/O GETTING HURT & REQUIRING MEDICAL ATTENTION

WARNINGS: Hurt/comfort, death, talks of hospitals

A/N: I didn't do Micheal because I feel like he wouldn't really outwardly express his feelings but i hope you enjoy this never the less.

JESSE

Preston was on some crazy trip thinking he was better than Jesse. He came to the house to do god knows what, and that’s when he came cross you instead of Jesse. This is when his mission changed into trying to hurt you, the closet person, to his boss. A scuffle ensues where Preston manages to get some good stabs in, but in hindsight, you're glad Jesse had taught you stuff about disarming people. With the tables turned, you end up brutalising Preston in a blind adrenaline rush. Jesse is the one to find you slumped next to Preston's body half unconscious due to blood loss. In his panic, he is able to get in contact with his med team and some people to clean up the brutal scene. While his team is fixing you up, all he can do is passe back and forth outside of the surgery room, thinking about how he should’ve been there to protect you. Once the med team is done and you're moved into a temporary room, he is there in the room siting in a chair beside you holding your hand, his mask long been discarded. When you wake up, you can immediately tell that is worried sick. Your first instinct, even in your drugged up state, is to comfort him. “Jesse, are you feeling alright? You don’t look too well. You're paler than normal. Have you drunken any water recently?” All he can do is shush you and pull you into a hug, making sure not to hurt you. He’s glad you're still your worry wort self, but you should be more worried about yourself and getting better than him.

VINCENT

A practically difficult visitor had come to town. Both Bo and Vincent were after the visitor, which didn’t happen often. Vincent told you to stay in the basement and to not leave it until he came and gave the all clear. Unfortunately for you, the visitor stumbled their way into the basement and found you. The visitor held you at knifepoint and made your guy's way to the middle of town, spewing how if they didn’t let them go, they would kill you. Vincent manage to get sneak up on him with the help of Bo distancing the person. Due to the person being startled by Vicent coming up on them, they ended up slitting your throat. It wasn’t life threating, but it was enough for you to be bleeding a decent amount and to need some stitches. This is the first and hopefully the last time you would have to seek medical attention outside. Vincent urged Bo to help him get you into the truck and take you to the hospital. While Bo is relucent, he feels his brother's pain radiating off of him. They take you to the hospital in the town over and managed to make up a believable story on how your cut throat was due to a severe work accident. While your time in the hospital, they manage to keep the police off your guys back. After you got in and were looked at. You were told you needed stitches, you were rightfully freaked out, and you told them the only way you were going to let them give you stitches was if they knocked your ass out to do it. So you got knocked out, and you were stitched you. While you're getting stitched up, Vincent is sulking, feeling bad for letting this happen. He is such in the dumps the whole time that you knocked out that Bo has to comfort him. When you wake up, you find Bo hugging Vincent while Vincent quietly cries into his brother's shoulder. Confused at the sight before you ask. “What going on? Is my Vinny alright?” He is quick to push away from his brother and hug you, almost smothering you. Bo takes this as his time to leave you guys alone and goes to get lunch. Vincent is very lovey. Well, more lovey than normal.

#vincent sinclair #jesse cromeans #slashers #vincent sinclair x male reader #vincent sinclair x reader #jesse cromeans x male reader #jesse cromeans x reader #slashers x male reader #slashers x reader

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slasherhaven · 2 years

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I love your blog! and I got a request if that's alright.

Where Preston tells reader that Jesse died in the accident (cuz he's in love with her and wants to have her for himself) and reader gets really depressed and can't stop crying and Preston tells Jesse that reader left. And when Jesse decides to go home again after months, he's suprised to see reader and reader is suprised to see Jesse.

Angst with a happy ending, my favourite!

Back in his arms (Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) x Reader):

As soon as the words left Preston's mouth, your world crashed down around you. He hadn't even passed the threshold of the home you share, shared, with Jesse. He stood on your doorstep, informing you of the unfortunate events of Jesse's last trip. From the few details he gave you, to spare you the morbid parts, everything had gone wrong, Jesse was critically injured and didn't survive the operation once the Organisation got to him.

You didn't know Preston very well, you had met him many times because he worked closely with Jesse, but it wasn't like you were close. You knew that Jesse didn't trust him completely but he must have trusted him enough to keep him working so close. And not for a moment did you think that Preston could lie to you about such a thing.

After hearing the news, you just broke down. A sob tearing through your throat as tears streamed down your cheeks. You didn't even question it, didn't have the mind to question it, when Preston wrapped his arms around you and pulled you towards him. You couldn't do anything but sob into his chest.

The man had remained with you until it got dark, comforting you, attempting to take care of you. However, once it got dark you started to find his presence suffocating and insisted that you just need to be alone for a while. Preston had been...hesitant, telling you that you 'shouldn't be alone right now' but you insisted and he left, assuring you he would come by to check on you. After all, that's what Jesse would have wanted, right?

Searing pain was followed by darkness, then a bright light. Jesse squinted, his eyes hurting from the intense white light, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. Soon he could focus in on the voices, talking in medical terms. He relaxed slightly, figuring he had been picked up and was being treated by the organisation.

A few days passed since he first woke up from his surgeries and the medical team deemed that he was healing well and was beginning the long journey to recovery.

Once he was out of the haze the medication had him under, Preston came to visit him. As soon as Preston stepped into the room, Jesse grabbed his phone, beginning to type something in.

'Send for Y/n. Let them know what happened and that I'm alright' the robotic voice ordered.

Preston sighed, shifting slightly. "I'm sorry, sir. We sent for Y/n as soon as we had you in surgery...they left" he informed his boss.

'Left?'

"Apparently they weren't confident about your condition or your chances of recovery, the inevitable scarring was mentioned. We went back to bring them here but when we arrived at the house, they and their belonging were gone" Preston explained, knowing that his Boss wouldn't react well to the news.

'Out' the text to speech demanded.

With a nod, Preston left the room, flinching at the sound of something smashing inside the room.

Months passed but Jesse had recovered enough from his injuries to return home, though he wasn't sure if he could call it that anymore. The large house he lived in had just been a place to rest between trips, it was you that made it a home.

Still, he wanted to go home and collect somethings at least before leaving for...well, he wasn't sure yet.

Jesse knew he had been a nightmare of a boss, even more so than usual, since finding out about you leaving. He was bitter that you would leave him when things went bad, but after seeing the extent of his injuries, the scars that would never heal, he was almost thankful that you had left. At least you wouldn't have to see him like this.

Jesse walked up to the front door, unlocking it before stepping inside. Everything was how he remembered it, of course, except there was no you running into his arms to greet him.

You were taking part in your usual daily routine, wallowing in your self pity, mourning the loss of the man you love. It was the sound of the front door opening that brought you out of your daze, a sound you hadn't heard since Preston stopped coming around. He said that the Organisation was busy, planning what to do next, but he would visit when he could. Though, you truly didn't care if he came back again.

Maybe it was just Preston, maybe you had forgotten to lock the door, you had been out of sorts for the last few months. Quietly, you moved through the house, hearing another noise coming from the kitchen.

Peaking your head around the door way, you saw a familiarly large figure with his back to you. For a moment you thought you were hallucinating, the tall bald figure in a familiar black suit.

It couldn't be...you knew that, but still a small part of you hoped that what you were seeing was real.

"...Jesse?" your voice was quiet and unsure, hands trembling as you stepped out into the kitchen.

The figure turned around suddenly, hand touching the left side of his shoulder holster where you knew he kept his beloved knives. The two of you froze as you locked eyes.

It was Jesse...that much you could make out, but he looked very different. Thankfully, you had pried more information out of Preston about the accident that caused Jesse's death. You didn't know why but you just had to know. He had told you that somebody had tricked him, put something in his mask that caused it to stick to his face and act like acid. He said that the injuries were so severe that Jesse didn't survive, but now he was standing right in front of you. Apparently, only part of what Preston had told you was true, according to the scarring on his face.

He was honest about the injuries being severe as well. The acid like glue had eaten away at Jesse's face, pretty much leaving him unrecognisable, but you recognised him, you always would.

Jesse was stunned, not only to see you still in your shared home but also to see that state you were in. Preston had made it sound like you had coldly left when you thought Jesse might die or return disfigured, but here you were, seemingly devastated over something.

You were wearing a pair of his sweatpants and one of his dress shirts, both of which were comically large on you, as if you just needed something to feel closer to him. It looked like you hadn't been taking care of yourself, looking gaunt. Though, you still looked perfectly angelic compared to him.

"Jesse" you sounded more sure in your assumption despite the sob that left you.

Jesse wasn't sure how to react for the first time in his life, because he didn't know how you would react to seeing him and his new appearance. He definitely hadn't reacted well to it when he first got the chance to look in the mirror.

It was like some unseen force moved your feet, your mind barely able to keep up as you sprinted across the kitchen, throwing yourself in Jesse's chest, wrapping your arms around your waist. The unexpected impact caused Jesse to step back and regain his balance, but his arms natural came to wrap around your shaking frame.

"I thought you were dead" you sobbed, voice muffled by the material of his shirt. Tenderly, Jesse ran a hand over your hair, holding you tighter to his body, refusing to let you go again.

After allowing your brain the chance to catch up and understand what was going on, you began to calm down. Still, you didn't let go of him as you pulled away from his embrace.

"Oh Jesse..." you frowned, eyes full of sorrow and love, as you took in his appearance, "what happened to you?" Jesse pulled away from you, reluctantly tearing his hands away to sign that his mask had been tampered with. "So, that part of Preston's story was true" you muttered, hands coming up to rest gently on either side of his neck.

Jesse couldn't look away from you, you were complete opposite of what Preston's story had made you out to be. It seemed that you had both be lied too...

You gasped slightly but didn't complain as Jesse hoisted you off of the ground and sat you down on the kitchen counter. You sniffled softly as Jesse wiped the tears away from your cheeks.

It wasn't until you touched a hand to his own cheek that he looked away, as if suddenly ashamed of his new appearance. "Jesse, please don't look away from me. I just wanted you to be alive and you are" you confessed, gently turning his face back towards you. "Does it hurt?" you asked, he only shrugged, as if telling you 'a little'.

"I'm so sorry Jesse" you couldn't imagine the pain he was in and you just wished you could have been by his side as he recovered. "I love you so much" you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you buried your face into his shoulder.

He just held you for a while longer, both cherishing the feeling of having you back in his arms as well as putting the pieces together to figure out why Preston had told these lies. Of course, the answer wasn't a difficult one to figure out.

Once you had calmed down again, Jesse pulled away from you so that he was able to sign easier. 'Preston told me that you had left after you heard about the accident' in informed you, making your eyes widened.

"What? No. He told me that you were dead, I've barely even left the house in months...he's been visiting me to check on me..." you informed Jesse. "What would he do that?" you asked.

'He's envious. He thought I couldn't be Chromeskull anymore, he wanted to take my place. Either he's hoping I would die from my injuries or he would kill me. It seems that he wanted to take my place in more ways than one' Jesse explained, you watching his hands intently as you tried to understand the man's motives.

"That...kinda explains a lot...he's been kinda weird" you recalled, now realising he had been trying to worm himself into your life since the very beginning. "God, he's such a creep!" you cringed, disgusted by the man.

A look of determination took over your face as you cupped Jesse's in your hands, looking him in the eyes. "Preston could never take your place, not as Chromeskull, and not in my life. He just wishes he were you but he never can be. The fact that he thought I would ever be with him just proves how deluded he is" you ranted, disgust at Preston but adoration for Jesse both clear in your words.

You couldn't help but smile when you noticed Jesse's scarred mouth tugging into one of his own. Even now, you thought his smile was beautiful, that he was handsome. Preston had truly underestimated how devoted you are to Jesse, devoted in a way that nobody would ever be to him.

'I should have known better, that you wouldn't have left. I love you' his signs made you smile even brighter.

"I love you too, more than anything, and I always will" you promised, leaning up to press a tender kiss to his sensitive lips. "What will you do with Preston?" you asked quietly, knowing that Jesse would never let him live after this.

'I already have some ideas. You'll message him, tell him you're having a hard day and need somebody to talk too. I'll deal with him from there' Jesse told you, a sinister look flashing in his eyes before softening again, 'but that's for another day. We've missed each other for months...'

"You're right" you smiled softly, resting your forehead against his. "I just want to think about you right now...I can't believe I have you back" you sighed, feeling Jesse's arms wrap around your waist, holding you close again.

Jesse didn't have to say anything for you to know that he felt the same way. For months he had pictured you by his side, only making him more bitter during that time, but now you were here. Back in his arms, were you were made to be.

#jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher #slashers #my writing

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horrorslashergirl · 4 years

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A Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans x Preston Fanfiction

I don‘t know what I just wrote, but cut me some slack. I wanted to try and write some more male x male and ended up using #1 slasher Jesse. Plus I wanted to experiment some on their ‘mysterious’ relationship.

They say that some things should stay hidden behind closed doors and Jesse was a very discrete man; been a wealthy CEO with a secret killing organization took some talent and Jesse was that kind of man, but even the most gruesome killers have hidden secrets, excluding the hobby of murdering and snuff-filming these crimes.

Now, Jesse was known by his past partners and sadly deceased wife, that he had a very high libido, and loved young, pretty women, but he also liked to play for the other team. The ones in his organization never questioned or dared to make fun of his sexuality, unless they had a death wish or fetish on themselves.

Preston was his second in command next to Spann, her being more of an assistant to the tall and bald man. Jesse and Preston had known each other for a long time, probably in their earlier twenties when little by little Jesse put the legs together of this now billions of dollars organization.

What started as a fool around and joke of misunderstood sexuality, turned into something much deeper and ended up between bedsheets.

It was kind of funny to picture this two together, always at each others necks in a constant competition of who’s the best killer or who’s the manliest.

The first time started as any other night of no killing piggies. Preston joined Jesse into a night of drinking at his house, discussing the possibilities of new piggies to hunt, until they started an argument of no reason. It was full of tension, getting into each others faces, Preston being much smaller than Jesse, eyes glaring into each others, lips pulled into a snarl and it was too much, until Jesse grasped Preston by the back of his neck, pulling the smaller male into a kiss full of anger, lust and tension that you can cut it with a knife.

When the kiss ended the black haired male had his eyes wide open, mouth parted, not knowing what to say.

“Boss...This is....I didn’t knew.” Now, Preston wasn’t a shy man, much like Jesse he had women at his feet and how could he not? Slicked black hair, dark eyes that could make you shiver, handsome smirk, sharp jawline...the whole package.

‘Don’t question me. Do you want this or not?’ Jesse signed, his breathing matching Prestons.

None could picture the headstrong Preston as gay, and he always made that clear when some of the organization questioned his relationship with the boss, but now? He didn’t knew; call him bi-curious, but he had to admit that the temptation of being bedded by his boss and also very good friend of a long time was getting to him

Prestons reply was simple, he pulled Jesse into a kiss, his hands grasping his black dress-shirt. Now that was a surprise for the taller male, he knew Preston very well, but he never knew that he would drop the wall and let him has his way.

Neverless, Jesse was happy and reciprocated the kiss with vigor.

The next few hours were a blur for mostly; both of them undressed, leave for their black dress shirts open as Jesse had Preston on his lap, their lengths hard, the bald mans hand wrapped around their cocks, rubbing them together and smearing the precum on the heads.

Jesse’s brown eye took in the blushing and pleasure-filled face of the man on his lap, usually always trying to be intimidating, trying to play the alpha male title. How wrong Preston was; if there was an Alpha male, Jesse was it.

“F-Fuck...Boss.” Preston groaned, his hands on the others broad shoulder.

Jesse pulled away from their lengths so he could sign.

‘No. Call me Jesse. This is not work.’

He will give Preston this luxury, of calling him by his first name.

Next Preston found himself on his knees between Jesse’s legs, sucking the bigger male off or at last trying to fit what he could into his mouth. Jesse’s hand rubbed on the black hair atop of the smaller males head, urging him to suck.

It was the first time Preston saw what was his boss packing and he understood why all the females Jesse had bedded came stumbling and complained the next day of soreness.

Jesse was big, so much bigger than Preston, girthy and veiny, plus the tattoo flames at the base of his dick made it all the more intimidating. All that Preston worried about was how? How was he going to fit that inside him.

Like he read his thoughts Jesse pulled him away, stopping his sucking.

‘Don’t worry about it. I’m gonna make it fit.’ he signed. Well, that didn’t relaxed him.

The preeping was a little weird at first, been bend over Jesse’s desk with all his clothe off and legs spread wide, Preston felt vulnerable, especially when he felt the others man hand on his back, rubbing the tense muscels. Jesse spread the black haired males buttcheeks, seeing the puckered and small hole. Yes, its gonna be a long ride, but he knew it would be worth it; having Preston surrender completley to him.

The 30 minutes of preparing went more like hours, being lubed and having Jesse stretch him with his fingers was making him groan and moan, even whimper, sounds that he had never made in his life during sexual activities.

Then he felt nothing and that only scared Preston more. He turned his head over his shoulder, seeing Jesse lube his own cock and he gulped down, feeling the head of his boss cock rub onto his puckered hole, pushing against the tight muscels.

He grinded his teeth, feeling the head slip inside, then the rest, slowly and gentle, so unlike Jesse. It made him wonder if it was really Jesse who had him being fucked.

Both of them stilled as Jesse managed to fit everything inside, he had to control himself or else he would destroy Preston and it would be nothing benefic, for neither of them.

It all started slow, pulling out and pushing in, one pair of hands grasping the edge of the desk, the other pair grasping hips. From afar you could confuse this as making love, but it wasn’t love, not in Jesse’s opinion; it was pure ownership and male domination, only Preston didn’t realized that.

When he felt the other relax he started to pick things up, with each thrust the power he send into Prestons body was more intense. The black haired male felt himself closing in, but it was ripped from him as Jesse pulled away from him, picking him up and walking out of his office and upstairs to his bedroom.

Prestons eyes widened as he saw them approach the big double doors that lead to Jesse’s master bedroom and the king-sized bed that only the luckiest had ever seen. He was thrown on his back on the bed, his eyes taking in Jesse’s form, so intimidating, the tattoos shining with sweat over his body, chest heaving up and down.

“W-What?” his voice was rasped, feeling weird in his boss bed.

‘You’re mine now, little bitch.’ Jesse signed, glaring down at him, then pulled his legs apart, showing himself back inside, making the male underneath him choke on a silent scream.

The next minutes were intense and he felt so dizzy, being mounted by Jesse, his hands pinned on either side of his head, their eyes looking into each other, then he felt it, the most mind-crushing orgasm of his life, jets of cum painting both of their torso in white.

Preston was ready for Jesse to pull out as he felt him twitch inside him, but his eyes widened as he felt a warm feeling deep inside him, something that made his toes curl. He just came inside him.

“W-Why? P-Pull out.” Preston tried to say, only for his jaw to be grasped tightly by the Alpha male. A warning.

Jesse let his jaw go, so he could sign to Preston.

‘I don’t think you realize in what situation you are, but let me clear things up for you. I own you and if you want to have a smooth life in my organization I suggest you learn to know your place...That includes being underneath me...from all points of view.’

That’s maybe the first time Preston was really scared of Jesse and he realized it now. Being bedded by Chromeskull always came with a price.

#Laid to rest 2009 #Chromeskull: Laid to rest 2 #Jesse Cromeans #Chromeskull #Chromeskull x Preston #Jesse Cromeans x Preston #Spann #slasher #horror movies

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sole-screws · 2 years

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Honestly I’ve been extremely hyper fixated on the movie Laid to Rest recently and like-

Reader being hired after bitch boy Preston had been terminated??? Yes please

Like honestly the reader is really good at their job but they honestly have no idea what they’re doing half the time and is honestly so close to losing their shit.

And like- the only reason that Jesse started to tolerate them is because they’re funny as hell. Not because they tell jokes- no, it’s because of their awkwardness and constant muttering under their breath of things that doesn’t even make sense.

Jesse Cromeans walking in on y/n looking back and forth at the can of coffee in one hand and an energy drink in the other

Y/n muttering: the outcome of combining these two drinks would either have me finish all of these paperwork before 5 or kill god

Spann walking in: Sir-

Jesse signing: shush I want to see what happened

Y/n slowly combining the two drinks while crying and laughing at the same time: to become god at what cost

Spann: N O-

The only reason the reader got the job is because they walked into the wrong building for an interview on accident with such false confidence that they went through security without a hitch (Spann was too stunned) and busted into Jesse’s office and slammed their resume onto his desk shouting “IM QUALIFIED PLEASE HIRE ME” only to quickly walk away and trip on the way out.

Also reader is surprisingly qualified for the job??? Like sure they did odd jobs in the past, but most of those jobs and education fit pretty well, and honestly Jesse was pretty bored and wanted to see what would happen.

I’m sorry but I just love dumbass reader who’s good at their job

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slash-em-up · 4 years

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Marry Your Monsters pt. 1

L2R2 AU: Preston takes a different tactic in his quest to usurp the title of Chromeskull, dragging Mrs. Cromeans into the mix and throwing a once-happy marriage into turmoil.

This came to me at 3 AM this morning... Mainly because I feel like Mrs. Cromeans really got the short end of the stick in L2R2 and I wanted to do something about it.

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Miranda Cromeans needed to pee. Again.

She sighed deeply and glared at the blue glowing clock on the bedside table – it seemed to mock her as the text changed to read 3:05 AM.

The California King-size bed was nearly bare in the humid Florida night; but that didn’t stop the small trickle of sweat from rolling down Miranda’s neck as she pushed herself into a seated position and tilted to her feet.

The swell of her pregnant belly offering a significant counter-weight and she took a moment to steady herself.

The nurse at her OBGYNs office had looked at her with sympathy when she told her that Jesse was 6’7”.

Carrying around what amounted to a bowling ball on her stomach for seven months made Miranda understand the look better than she would have liked.

Shuffling to the bedrooms en-suite, she silently cursed her husband for ‘blessing’ her with his gargantuan offspring. Sure, when the baby came she’d love it and nurture it and probably be head over heels for the infant – but that was far from a comfort when she had to pee every hour, could barely fit her swollen feet into her shoes, and threw up at the slightest provocation.

Pregnancy was great.

‘And thank you, Jesse, for being here with me through the whole damn ordeal…’

Mentally, she scolded herself for that last thought. Miranda had always accepted that her husband’s work would force him away from her for long periods of time – it came with the territory when you were running your own company, and Jesse always made it up to her when he came back… but it had been nearly three months and she hadn’t even gotten a video-message from her erstwhile spouse. Even for them, that was a very long time…

A voice in the back of her head whispered meanly that it was a good thing that they’d both signed a prenup. Divorce would go a lot smoother that way.

Miranda shook her head to clear those invasive thoughts, as if the motion could literally knock them from her mind.

Of course she didn’t want to divorce her husband; but what was she supposed to think when she’d only received brisk, one sentence texts from the man for fucking months?!

Waddling back to the bed, she stared longingly at the empty side of the mattress.

She missed him.

Missed his familiar weight at her back; missed the cheeky grin he’d sport after intentionally flustering her; missed the way he smelled; missed the way his eyes softened when he signed her name…

Damn, these hormones were turning her into a sap.

Grabbing her phone from the table Miranda quickly flipped through her texts, hoping for a message from Jesse. Of course there wasn’t, and she immediately felt worse for having checked.

She opened up their message chain and tapped into the text box, fingers hovering over the letters she desperately wanted to type.

‘Where are you?’

‘I miss you’

‘Do you want to know the sex of the baby? You do remember we’re having a baby, right?’

Instead she wrote;

M: U up?

Fucking hell.

She nearly jumped out of her skin as the phone began to ring in her palm, Jesse’s picture on the screen.

Jesse was CALLING her?!

She pressed the green icon and tentatively raised the phone to her ear.

“…. Jesse?”

A voice answered.

“I’m afraid not Miranda. My name’s Preston – do you remember me?”

Miranda wracked her brain, vaguely recalling a handsome man she’d met some time ago in passing.

“Yeah… you work with my husband, right?”

She didn’t have to see his face to know the smile that could be heard in his voice was less than kind.

“Right. Well, I thought you should know, Jesse’s in the hospital. He’s had a... uh... pretty major accident, and, well… you should probably be here with him.”

A choked “What?!” was all that Miranda could manage as she struggled to sit up.

Her heart simultaneously dropping into her stomach and pounding harder than if she’d run a marathon.

“Where is he?! What happened? I’ll call a cab right now – what hospital is he in?”

Prestons tone didn’t match the level of urgency she was feeling and Miranda was beginning to resent him for it.

“He’s in a private medical facility on the west side. I’ll send a car around for you – pack a bag; you might want to stay for awhile.”

“Of course… please, send the car, I’ll be ready when they get here.”

She was already tossing items onto an overnight case. Pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts she quickly removed the six pairs of socks she’d unwittingly packed.

She needed to focus.

Preston gave a perfunctory ‘goodbye’ before hanging up, but Miranda has already stopped listening.

It was time to go see her husband.

#Laid To Rest #chromeskull: laid to rest 2 #chromeskull #jesse cromeans #Jesse Cromeans x Mrs. Cromeans #Preston is a douche #Spann is the worlds best wingman #we'll see how this goes #jessica writes #horror movies #slasher fiction

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urslasherbaby · 4 years

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Bless us with more Chromeskull! ❤️With a feisty and sarcastic s/o?

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull x Feisty and Sarcastic Reader

You two would probably meet when you start working at his company

Think sexy secretary and her devious boss... at least that’s what Jesse saw

During you’re interview, he could tell you weren’t exactly qualified to replace Preston... but something about the way you walked into the room

Jesse chose to conduct the interviews himself--mask and all

He wanted someone fearless... and damn if that wasn’t you to a T

The very first thing you said when you saw him:

“Fuck, I forgot it was creepy killer mask day! Would’ve worn my skin suit if I knew.”

And all with a goddamn smirk... yep, he was gonna like you.

From then on it was a myriad of snide comments about your skirts and frequent “accidental” touching

...and that was just on your end.

What can you say? The whole tall, dark, and mysterious vibe Jesse had got you hot, despite the adamant warnings from your co-workers

Of course, you know Jesse’s a killer. That was the fun of it all!

Literally poking the bear every time you leaned a little too far over the desk to hand him something... it felt fucking exhilarating

Of course, Jesse would eventually have to punish you for all your teasing

He’d call you into the office, his jacket already off, and ready to play

“Do you understand why I called you in here, Y/N?” he signed

“Whatever it was, it was definitely Spann’s fault.”

You couldn’t quite tell if it was a laugh or a growl under the mask but you were glad it got you off the hook

At least until Jesse started walking closer and closer to you until you were pressed up against the door of the office

He slowly reached over, you could only assume for one of his knives...and locked the door

“Fucking finally!” you groaned and immediately pulled his neck down to kiss and suck on

His moans were all too perfect, and for a moment, you actually thought he’d let you take control

God were you wrong...

He suddenly grabbed you by the waist and practically carried you over to his desk to sit on, taking control and undressing you quickly

To his surprise, you weren’t exactly wearing much underneath

Seeing his confused look, you explained, “Whoops, must’ve forgotten my panties this morning. I probably left them on the floor after I... finished.”

There was no confusing the guttural noise that left his throat

And for a split second... you kinda regretted being such a smart ass

#ask box #chromeskull #jesse cromeans #chromeskull x reader #jesse cromeans x reader #slasher x reader #slasher fic #laid to rest

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slashhinginghasher · 3 years

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Midnight Star - Chromeskull x OFC - Part 8: The Greater of Three Evils

wow another chapter six months later. much shock. so surprise

Big TW for NONCON at the end of this chapter. Please read with caution.

This work is on Ao3!

Summary: Worst first date ever.

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Her reward was a bedroom and a fat, juicy orange the size of both her fists. The orange came first; Cromeans produced it from some hidden jacket pocket and placed it in her lap with exaggerated delicacy. For a half-second, she was afraid he’d leave her there to stare uselessly at the piece of fruit until she caved and asked him to free her hands - or worse, to fucking feed her - but he unlocked her left wrist and… left.

Every instinct told her to rip into the orange before it could be taken away, but she forced herself to go slow. Having gone down the starvation route more times than a person should, she knew that stuffing her face would just lead to everything coming back up a few minutes later. She removed the peel in small, methodical pieces while her stomach growled at her like a rabid dog. Then she neatly sectioned one wedge from its neighbors and, self-control over, shoved the whole thing in her mouth. It was a good thing she was alone because she really didn’t want to cry in front of any of these bastards, but fuck, it was a good orange.

And then the brunette woman named Spann had to ruin it by walking in with another entourage of black-clad assholes. The tension that had marginally left Marena’s shoulders came back full force. Spann smiled at her again. Marena was really starting to hate that smile. It was indulgent and slightly condescending, the sort of subtle smugness that came from a person who knew they had damn well earned the right to be smug.

“You aren’t going to do anything stupid, are you?” Spann asked in a pleasant voice that suggested that she knew the correct answer, and that it would be better for Marena’s structural integrity if she also knew the correct answer. Marena was sorely tempted to spit a mouthful of half-chewed pulp in the other woman’s face, but that would have definitely fallen under the category of “stupid”, and besides, it was a really good orange. Instead, she silently held the brunette’s gaze, blank-faced, unmoving, unblinking, which she had been told by multiple people was “really fucking creepy.”

“Good,” Spann said, like she was praising a child. She nodded to one of the assholes who, to Marena’s credit, looking mildly terrified as he unlocked the other cuff. Marena jerked the newly freed hand into her lap just to watch him flinch at the sharp movement, because she was also kind of an asshole.

“Can you walk?” There was a solid chance that the answer to that question was “no”, but like fuck was Marena going to tell any of them that. She pushed back the sheets, noting with distaste that the sluttish excuse for a nightgown she’d been dressed in didn’t even hit mid-thigh, and carefully swung her legs over the side of the bed. The tile floor was cold against her bare, blistered feet, which was about the only thing that felt good at the moment. The motion had sent her head into a throbbing, nauseated whirl. Her weakened muscles burned and cramped. But she’d done a lot more with a lot worse, so she told her body to shut the hell up and pushed herself fully upright. Her right leg buckled slightly, and she leaned her hip against the railing of the bed like she’d meant to do that all along. Spann wasn’t fooled, but she played along.

“Follow me, then.”

Marena wanted to put up a fight. She wanted to be difficult, and violent, and savage. But she was tired. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her, although it was probably going to be very unpleasant. And she had talked. A lot. There was a deep, dull ache in each of her shoulders and she could feel the memories hovering around her, waiting for her to fall asleep so they could dive in and eat what was left of her from the inside out. She shouldn’t have caved. She should have let him rape and torture her until she died, and taken all her shitty secrets with her to the grave.

There was also the pride-rankling fact that Mr. Cromeans had gotten more out of her in a matter of days than a trained therapist had in more than two years. Maybe if they taught psychiatrists how to throw a punch, they’d be more effective.

They reached the bedroom by elevator because apparently her captor was the kind of jackass to have an elevator in his fucking house. Spann didn’t say another word, a small blessing since Marena didn’t think she could handle any conversational attempts without making something bleed. Her legs gave out moments after Spann and the Faceless Muscle Squad shut the door behind her. She pressed her face into the carpet (very plush, very soft) and allowed herself to give in to the absolute, soul-obliterating panic for a count of ten. Then she forced herself upright and took stock.

The room was small (by rich people standards) and sparsely furnished (by rich people standards). The carpet was black, the walls painted deep red like a cheesy vampire movie. The bed, dresser, and wardrobe were all carved out of dark wood and were too heavy for Marena to move, especially in her current physical condition of suck. The single window was made of thick, possibly bulletproof, glass, and seemed unopenable. A peek through the slats of the blinds offered a view of a large interior courtyard and a sunset-painted sky. Even if she could get the window open, there would be no escape that way.

She didn’t bother looking for cameras. She knew they’d be there.

The attached bathroom was almost as big as the main room, with white marble floors shot through with gold. The bathtub and shower were huge, big enough for three people. Or one normal-sized person and one freakishly large person, but if she thought about that for too long she’d start spiralling. At least a dozen different hair products sat in the metal shower caddy, most of which Marena had no idea what to do with, and she’d bet Cromeans didn’t either, since he was fucking bald. Maybe he’d had someone (Spann?) buy them, or maybe they were leftover from the mysterious Veronica that Preston had so obviously wanted to taunt her with. It didn’t take a genius to guess that the woman was most likely dead.

Lucky bitch.

A huge mirror was set into the wall above the bathroom sink, but she didn’t walk far enough forward for it to catch her reflection. Marena avoided mirrors as a general rule; she’d covered the one in her shithole apartment with an old bedsheet. Seeing her face tended to fuck her up on a good day, and in her current state… it might break her, and she couldn’t afford to break right now. She returned to the main room and faced the wardrobe with the trepidation of someone about to open a box that might or might not contain a dead body. The wooden doors mocked her as she stood there, clenching and flexing her fingers. She took a deep breath that wasn’t remotely fortifying and threw them open.

Lace. Lace and tulle and silk because men, rich men, were so fucking predictable it was disgusting. Her gaze caught on a baby blue dress and she slammed the doors shut, staggering backwards until she hit the bed, and then the ground. She couldn’t even look in the direction of the dresser, although she had a fairly good idea of what it contained and it made her want to rip all those pretty dresses to ribbons and hang herself with them. The pain in her shoulders was radiating down her arms and across her back, but she couldn’t rub the ache away without feeling the ghost of the House Master’s touch as he did up the buttons of her dress after Hana changed out the bandages, his perfect pretty little kukolka, and he did always love her in blue... She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted Hana back, and the grief was so heavy it was crushing her, like so much dirt over a grave.

Marena curled in on herself and tried not to fall apart.

***

Her well-deserved panic attack was interrupted sometime later when the door unlocked with an electronic whir and a heavy click. She pressed her back against the wall, waiting for someone - something - to come through, but the door remained shut. Second after excruciating second crept by with no sign of movement. Marena remained huddled on the floor, fists clenched, jaw clenched, hackles up like a dog ready to lunge.

Seconds turned to minutes, and she got bored.

So much of Marena’s life had been spent in a state of torturous waiting. Waiting for Guests to arrive or leave. Waiting for the villagers to let her out of the river. Waiting for the beatings to stop. Waiting for the various devils in her life to fall asleep so she could slip away for a single moment of solitude. She was tired of waiting, and as much as she didn’t want to face whatever hell was about to be inflicted on her, she could not stand to spend one more moment suspended in this agony of uncertainty.

Pushing herself to her feet, she inched her way to the door, preparing to kick in the fucking kneecaps of whoever was on the other side. But there was only an empty corridor and a piece of paper on the floor.

Fourth door on the right.

The obvious choice was to go to the left, then, where a break in the wall indicated a stairway or another hallway. Or was it obvious? Maybe Cromeans was trying to lure her in that direction by giving her orders to do the opposite, expecting her to disobey. So then the thing to do would be to go to the right, to avoid whatever was on the left. Although that didn’t mean that the right was safe. Perhaps Cromeans was so supremely confident in her inability to escape that he just expected she’d end up where she was told. She didn’t know the layout of the house, and if the car had been any indication, her captor was a technophile. That meant cameras, alarm systems, remote locks, maybe even booby traps. Was that something people did outside of movies? Okay. So assuming both directions were bad news, why leave any options open? Why not send an escort? Perhaps it came down to obedience. Disobey and you get punished; obey and you deserve whatever happens to you because you went willingly?

Fuck. She hated mind games. She barely had a grasp on what happened in her own head, let alone somebody else’s.

She could always remove herself from the situation completely. Lie down in that nice, big bathtub and take a few deep breaths until everything went watery and dark. Marena’s will to live was driven by spite more than anything else, but it was - save for one or two notable exceptions - iron-clad and unshakeable. She wasn’t afraid to die, but was she ready to make that final surrender?

It was the cameras that decided it for her, in the end. They were well-hidden in the room, but she could see a few small, red lights blinking in the gloom of the hallway. Cromeans was probably watching her right now, and if he really was just a few doors down, then he’d have plenty of time to foil a suicide attempt. And plenty of motivation to rain unholy hell down upon her when she woke. Men like him didn’t like it when their toys were taken away prematurely. Trying to rob him of the pleasure of orchestrating her death would end up very, very ugly. For her.

You don’t get to kill what is mine.

Marena shuddered and instinctively wrapped an arm around her midriff as she pushed the memory away. She was already going to have nightmares about bullets and pearl-handled guns the next time she slept; she didn’t need to add her nasty little suicide attempt to the queue. Of course, it was perfectly plausible that she would die before she got a chance to sleep again, or that Cromeans had something planned that would eclipse either of those in its awfulness. She ripped the note to shreds, trying to find some sense of control in the tiny act of destruction, and headed for the fourth door on the right.

It was some sort of lounge, all dark earth tones and metal accents. The center of the room was dominated by a dark, heavy slab of a wooden table that could easily seat twenty people. There was a lit fireplace to her right (which had to be fake, because who in the fuck could ever feel cold here?), heavy drapes blocking the far wall, something that looked like a home bar, and honestly, all of the details of this god-awful hell house were starting to blur together and she just couldn’t bring herself to give a shit about interior decorating.

A hand shot out from her periphery, slapping another pair of metal handcuffs on her wrists before she could even twitch, and the only coherent thought her overworked brain could produce was “Was he hiding behind the fucking door?”

Cromeans looked terribly pleased with himself as he ushered her towards a seat at the table. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt that made it very apparent that yes, his biceps were bigger than her goddamn thighs, which was just fucking excessive, honestly. Heavy metal was playing in the background, a looping, ever-shifting soundscape of electric guitar, drums, and male aggression. Marena was normally quite partial to the genre, but a headache was building behind her eyes, and all this “friendly” buildup made her sure that whatever was going to happen to her tonight would be that much worse.

In a testament to how absolutely out of it she was, she didn’t notice the food on the table until she was seated right in front of it. Meat, greens, bread, wine. More of those heavenly oranges. She ate mechanically, ignoring the wine, refusing to look up at Cromeans where he sat on the other side of the table. It all tasted like glue and stuck in her throat the same way. If they were two normal people on a regular date, it would have been the most awkward first date in history. They barely qualified as people, though, let alone normal, and Marena could only wish Cromeans was feeling even a little uncomfortable. Smug fucker was probably having the time of his life.

Her steak knife sat heavy and tempting in her hand, but there wasn’t much she could do with it. The chain between her wrists was about 18 inches long, enough for her to eat without much trouble, but too short to throw a knife or a punch without an obvious and awkward windup. If Cromeans wasn’t such a stupidly big man, she’d try to choke him out with the chain. But she would need a damn ladder to reach around his neck while he was standing, and she doubted she’d be able to get behind him while he was sitting.

Cromeans stood and smirked as Marena clumsily pushed to her feet after him, desperate to close the height gap between them even slightly. He sauntered over to the bar, holding up two empty glasses and quirking a brow in question. Marena nodded. He turned his back to her and started fiddling with bottles and shakers and… cocktail things. She snatched up the steak knife and crept towards him, drawing on every bit of stealth she’d honed while hunting and hiding as a child. He knew she was weak right now, unlikely to try or succeed at any sort of physical attack. His hands would be full with both glasses, slowing his reaction time by a crucial fraction of a second. His right side was a blind spot. She would sneak up behind him and stab him in the throat when he turned around, and hopefully he wouldn’t be able to snap her neck before he bled out.

She drew as close as she dared. Stilled her breath. Stilled the knife, both hands wrapped white-knuckle tight around the handle. He turned. She lunged. Glass shattered. Her arms weren’t moving.

He caught it.

He caught the fucking knife.

Oh. BLYAT’.

If she thought the look on his face after kicking him in the balls was scary, it had nothing on the way he was looking at her now. Blood trickled between his fingers as he tightened his grip on the blade before wrenching it out of Marena’s grasp and tossing it aside.

There was a flash of silver. Moving purely on instinct, Marena threw her hands up, stopping the other, bigger knife he’d pulled from somewhere with the chain of her cuffs. Her arms shook with strain, the cuffs biting into the tender skin of her wrists. With a deft motion, Cromeans twisted the knife, wrapping the chain around its serrated blade until Marena’s hands were pressed together, all slack gone. Using the knife as a handle, he forced her backwards, step by step, until she was pressed against the table. Dishes were sent crashing to the floor with a mighty sweep of his arm, and then she was laid out on the table’s surface. Cromeans stabbed the knife into the dark wood, then yanked her back towards him until her arms were stretched above her head and her hips were at the edge of the table.

Panic opened like a yawning abyss in her chest, the sheer scope of her terror threatening to swallow her whole when Cromeans produced another knife and brought down near the scar on one of her shoulders. But he didn’t stab it into the old bullet wound the way she’d expected. Instead, he sliced through the straps of her silk shift and pulled the fabric down with a vicious tug that left her completely bare to his gaze, which was fast shifting from rage to pure, undiluted lust. He devoured her, drinking in the sight of her naked body like he’d never seen a pair of tits before. She wanted to say as much, but fear - and habit - had her voice in a vice grip.

He forced her legs open and stepped between her thighs as he dragged his hands over her hips, his injured hand leaving smears of blood in its wake. The table was tall enough that Marena’s toes barely brushed the ground; she had no leverage with which to kick him or push herself away. She flinched at the first touch of his hand between her legs, hating herself for reacting but unable to stop it. The first brush of his thumb over her clit was feather-light. The second was firmer and dragged a bone-deep shudder from her. With the exception of an asshole cop who got a little too handsy while frisking her, Marena hadn’t had any prolonged human contact in four years, and her touch-starved body didn’t know whether to pull away or lean into the pleasure. The result was an ineffectual jerk that did nothing but bring an infuriating smirk to Cromeans’ face.

And the knife moved, just a little.

Marena took a deep, shuddering breath, followed by an equally shaky exhale, shifting her hips slightly as though in surrender. Cromeans was tracing tingling patterns around her slit, drawing enough moisture that he could almost slip a finger inside. When she was certain his attention was fixed entirely on her cunt, she wrapped her fingers around the knife and began to work it free. The serrated edges of the blade cut into her fingertips immediately, hot sparkles of pain shooting down her fingers. She ignored it, just as she ignored the inexorable dance of the fingers between her legs and the building heat in her core. She just had to get the knife free, and then this nightmare would be over, one way or another.

So close, so close, so close…

Cromeans’ fist slammed down on the hilt of the knife, forcing it several inches deeper into the wood, and buried his cock in her at the same moment. Marena nearly bit through her tongue at the sudden painful stretch. She couldn’t breathe; he was in her and around her and god why did every fucking part of him have to be so big? He didn’t give her time to adjust before starting a brutal pace, long, hard strokes that stole her breath and dragged against every nerve ending in her pussy. One huge hand was splayed across her abdomen; Marena thought he must be able to feel himself moving inside her through her stomach. The other wrapped around her throat, tight enough to choke but not enough to let her black out.

She tried in vain to disconnect, to retreat behind the walls she’d spent so many years building in her mind. But Cromeans had added a twist to his hips that brushed against a spot inside her and made her see stars. The jolts of pleasure pulled her back to herself, made it impossible to divorce her mind from her body. Something hot and wonderful and terrible was building inside her. She wanted it to stop. She was being smothered and she wanted everything to stop.

Cromeans reached down to circle her clit once more, and the tension snapped. The orgasm rushed over her like a wildfire. A tsunami. A supernova. Marena was dimly aware of the way her back arched as her inner muscles clenched around Cromeans’ hard length. A strangled, keening gasp that escaped her throat just before he tightened his grip enough to completely cut off her air, pelvis grinding against hers as he chased his own release. Each stuttering thrust sent aftershocks of pleasure-pain skittering through her body. Her vision was starting to tunnel when he bottomed out for the final time and came with a growl that she felt more than heard.

He remained seated inside her for a long minute, breathing hard and supporting himself on one forearm. The hand around her throat eased from a choking grip to soothing strokes, like he could wipe away the lurid bruises already forming with a gentle enough touch. At last, he pulled out and tucked himself away. He wrenched the knife out of the table and pulled Marena into a sitting position. Her body was quivering, boneless; she doubted she’d have been able to sit up on her own. Cromeans pressed a chaste, lingering kiss to her mouth as he unlocked the cuffs. Then he ran two fingers through the mess of cum and blood coating her inner thighs and licked the digits clean with a wink.

He turned his back and poured himself another drink.

***

Marena didn’t remember leaving the lounge. Didn’t remember staggering down the hall. She had no idea how long she’d been standing in the doorway of her bathroom, swaying slightly and staring blankly at the wall. The stickiness between her thighs had mostly dried, smears of pale pink that matched the tender places where the denim of Cromeans’ pants had rubbed her skin raw. Her hands and wrists were covered in drying blood, fresh rivulets still seeping from the angry marks left by the cuffs.

She raised a shaking hand to her mouth, feeling the ghost of his scarred lips on hers, and her guts knotted violently. She lurched forward, dropping to her knees in front of the toilet just in time to vomit up everything she’d ever eaten in her life. Then she turned on the shower as cold as it would go and stood under the freezing spray until her lips turned blue.

#this is gross and i am very sorry #also it's really hard to write smut when you're a virgin #my writing #jesse cromeans #chromeskull #laid to rest #marena polunochnaya #slasher oc #not sure if im going to continue this tbh #not to be fishing for comments or anything but the lack of response is... disappointing #the brain effort that goes into making the words pretty just doesn't feel worth it if no one else cares

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spoopieere · 11 months

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Here y’all go. The man himself. He’s so mid I felt nothing while drawing him 🙄

Some Jesse and Preston headcanons ig. They used to be friends in college. ( bitter exes? Probably.)

#slasher #slashers #chromeskull #jesse cromeans #laid to rest #preston laid to rest #Preston #Yeah. I’m delusional. but yknow what I also am?#silly.#Jesse x Preston #Crosses #ehehehehehehehe #you don’t know how long I have been aching to draw them #they should’ve kissed #Mwah #:3c teehee

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They Know (Chromeskull x gn reader)

Chromeskull x gn reader

Contains spoiler for first laid to rest movie

Bold text is texting and signing

Oh and Preston is alive in this

“What is wrong?” Said Jesse’s text to speech on his phone. He had practically smelled the fear seeping from his underling.

Jesse nearly gave himself whiplash from turning so fast. A smirk was plastered on their face. “You’re not scared of me or angry?” He signed wanting to know why.

“Scared of you? You might be a serial killer but you’re a teddy bear to me. I’m only angry that you didn’t tell me sooner. I’m also relieved that you weren’t cheating.” (y/n) replied.

“You are weird” He signed. He had no idea how his partner was taking this so well.

#chromeskull #jesse cromeans #laid to rest #preston #spann #gn y/n #slasher x reader #x y/n #xreader #x gn reader #slasher #slashers #horror #slasher x gn reader #slasher x y/n #jesse #cromeans #x reader

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imhereiguess556 · 3 years

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The Accident

Chromeskull x OC(female) Alex Hey guys! So this is the first chapter to my story I have been working on for a while. If you ya’ll like it, I’ll post the rest of the chapters on here. Chapter 1 It had all happened so fast. One minute Alex was going about her day, driving into work. The next minute she woke up in a haze, barely able to move her left arm. Touching her head she groaned as the headache forced her back down onto the pillow. Her vision blurry making her nauseous, closing her eyes tightly. A sharply dressed man and someone looking like they just got off their job working for the Geek squad walked over to her bed side. Alex heard the foot steps and opened her eyes again. While the geek guy with the tablet typed some things in the sharp dresser leaned to her face. “Hello there, I am obligated to ask how you are feeling but quiet frankly I don’t care.”

Alex closed her eyes tight again, “Am I…In the hospital?” The man huffed and straightened himself out, “No but you don’t need to know where you are. Quite frankly soon you won’t need to know anything about anything soon. I’m going to be taking you to my bo-“While he was talking, Alex lurched to the side of the bed, puking all over his shoes. The man screamed and took a few steps back, “Are you kidding me! These are real leather! HEY! Take care of her while I clean up.” Tablet man nodded and went to the monitors, while the other one walked away in anger.

“Miss I’m going to need your arm.” The man softly took her arm, but Alex lazily pulled it away, “Noooo my health insurance isn’t going to cover that. I’m broke.” The man took her arm again, but Alex roughly grabbed his neck, starting to choke him out, “No means NO asshole! She shoved him off his feet, causing him to fall back. Alex pulled the tubs off her body and slowly stood up, fumbling down onto the concrete floor. “Oooww….gotta…get to…car…” Crawling to a wall she leaned into it, pushing herself up onto her feet. Walking along the wall, she started making her way out of the makeshift hospital ward. Alex’s vision was slowly coming back, but she still felt loopy. They must have had her on some heavy pain killers or sedatives. Looking down at her arm, she finally noticed it was in a cast.

“Well damn, maybe angry man will sign you. But after I get out.” Walking around the building she ended up in a tool show area filled with knives and other weapons. Mouthing the word ‘cool’ she wandered in as two men were grinding down on some metal. One of them noticed her picking up a hunter’s knife with brass knuckles welded to them. “Hey! You can’t be in here!” She turned to them and pointed at what they were making, “Is that a fidget spinner knife?” One of the guys looked down at it, then back at her nodding with a shrug in his shoulders. Alex snickered, “That’s….stupid..” She started wandering away, one of them men picked up the phone yelling ‘code 12’ into it. Preston was in the bathroom cleaning his shoes when code twelve started getting yelled over the speaker of the building. Preston looked at the door, “Code twelve!? WHAT CODE TWELVE?!” Just then his cellphone went off, a text coming in from ‘Boss’. Picking it up it read ‘why is there a code twelve in my building? Fix it.’ Preston cursed as he pocketed his phone, running out of the bathroom. Alex still wandering the building, she walked up to an office map, rubbing her eyes while she saw double. “Where am I? Is this come kind of private hospital? Oh, shit I’m really gonna get screwed on my insurance. How did I…end up here?”

Closing her eyes, she focused on what she could remember. She was in her car listening to her favorite playlist while driving somewhere. Her car hit someone else car or they hit her? She got out, talked to the driver, she’s holding something? But then he… she groaned as her head throbbed. That was all her brain was letting her remember at the moment. Looking at the map again she saw a long hallway that looked like it said ‘Boss office’ on it. Figuring that was who to talk to about this, she started wobbling down the hallway again. She wandered into a break room, luckily for her it was empty. Opening their fridge, she saw some waters bottles that she knew she could never afford in her lifetime. Grabbing one with her somewhat free hand she just for the life of her couldn’t remember how to open it. Shrugging as she placed the water bottle on the countertop, Alex used as much of her brain power that she had at the moment. Her solution was to start stabbing at it softly, raising the bottle up, letting the water flow into her mouth.

“HEY! KNOCK THAT OFF” Snappy dresser Preston was back, and he was pissed. Shaking the bottle off her knife she frowned at him, giving him a meek wave. Rubbing his eyes, Preston glared daggers at her, “If you know what’s good for you, you will follow me back to your bed.” Alex shook her head no, “I’m going to see your boss.” Preston stared walking to her slowly, “You will see him when he comes to see you in the bed. Now come here.” Alex just stood there, staring at the man, watching his moves. Was really going to underestimate someone holding a knife? That’s really stupid of him. Once in arms length, Preston went to grab her free arm, but Alex pulled back quickly. Dodging around him, she lowered her reach, cutting right behind his knee, causing him to scream out in pain. Preston fell on the ground, holding the back of his leg. “YOU crazy BITCH!” Wiping the blood on her gown she realized she was not in her normal clothes. Frowning she started to wobble out of the room, but not before Preston grabbed her ankle, trying to pull her down. Alex started stomping on his wrist then his head, causing him to yell out in pain. When he let go, she started waddling her way down the hallway.

After wandering for what felt like forever, she finally found the hallway she was looking for. Still feeling loosely goosey, climbing the stairs was much harder than she thought it would be. Every step causing her to see double, the pain killers must have started to wear off cause now her arm started to hurt. Getting to the top of the stairs, she was greeted by a well-dressed woman. “Ah, so you’re our code twelve I see. The little secret Preston was keeping from our boss Chromeskull.” Alex leaned against the wall, “Are you the head doctor here? I’m starting to hurt. Can I talk to the boss here please? I wanna get my car and leave.” This woman was Spann, though Preston was Chromeskulls right hand man, she recently had been cleaning up all of his messes. After their boss’s accident, Preston had been trying to find ways to get rid of Spann so that he would have full control with the workings of the business. But Spann knew if Preston’s little secret came wondering into Chromeskulls office, she would finally have some leverage to prove to the boss that Preston was an incompetent boob.

Spann took Alexs shoulder and walked her towards the boss’s office door. Opening it for Alex, Spann ushered the weak woman in, closing the door behind her. The dark office made it a little easier to see. The lights were hurting her eyes anyways. A computerized voice came from her side, ‘How did you get in here?’ Alex turned to see a man sitting at the desk. He was wearing a black dress shirt and a black suit jacket on, buts all she could make out, the computer moneters light didn’t show his face. Alex pointed to the door, “Angry dress man said you wanted to see me..or…at the bed?” The pain was making her whole body pulsate. Her body was not use to her walking around anymore. How long was she out for?

Alex walked towards the desk, holding up the knife but placing it down in front of him, “Sorry about your knife. Its cool so I took it with me. Do you…where am I?” She could feel the man staring at her but not showing his face. He pulled a cellphone out of his jacket pocket, typing something. Holding the phone out, it started talking ‘You should not be here.’ Alex nodded, “I told sharp dress man that but he said I was a surpise for you and honestly don’t like surpises they stress me out so I puked on him and…and..” She covered her mouth, heaving coming from her throat. The man at the desk stood up quickly, walking over to her, he pulled her towards the private bathroom. A big hand slid to pull her long copper hair back as she puked into the toilet.

“I-I’m sor-“ She heaved again, using her all strength to hold up her shaking body. “I don’t remember anything. Just car accident an-“ Alex’s time was up, all her energy was gone, her shaky hand reached for him clinging onto his dress shirt. Alex felt what was a napkin wipe her face. Follower by a glass of water, gulping it down and Alex started ugly crying. “Thank you. You’re nice.” Looking up at his face, she was greeting by a metallic skull looking town at her. The man towered over her, broad shoulders, masculine jaw, and a chrome skull mask staring at her. Maybe it was the drugs still in her body, maybe it was the exhaustion but Alex just hugged the man, snuggling her face into his defined chest her tears soaking into his jacket. They both stood there for a minute until Alex pulled back, looking up at him. Her vision going double again, then black, her body giving out, “Oh down I go” Her body falling over, but towering man caught her half way down.

Preston ran into Chromeskulls office, his leg bandaged and his face red from running. Chrome skull was sitting behind his desk again while Alex was sleeping on his couch, his jacket cover her. ‘Why is she here.’ Chromeskulls phone asked Preston. Preston straightens himself out, “I know this looks bad, but she’s the woman from the accident I told you about! See, we all know you’re looking for someone who looks like your dead wife so here she is! Close look huh?” Chromeskull sat in silence, eventually typing, ‘Get out.’ Preston pointed at Alex, “So I’m in trouble for trying to do something good for you?! If Spann did this, you’d be over the moon! I do everythin-“Chromeskull stood up and typed, ‘Get out’ one more time. Preston huffed and walked out, slamming the door behind him. Chromeskull let out a sigh as he texted Spann to get the body moving car ready , as well as make sure one of the doctors was ready to depart with their medical supplies. He looked at the passed out woman, studying her features. Pulling out his wallet he pulled out an old photo. It was one of him and his late wife, her face beaming with joy. Oh god, this woman's smile was almost a perfect match that it was eerie. Was he about to go through with the idea of tricking someone into being his wife? Would that even work?

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