#elm writes

[agaricelm]

elm's redacted asmr masterlist

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🌶 - NSFW, 18+ ONLY see some of my favourite fics here!

ꕥ avior ꕥ

the things we have to bear— avior/starlight | ongoing fic After all, how does one measure a relationship when you have been in forced proximity for such an extended period of time? Two jagged edges meet to make something whole; Avior still doesn’t know where he ends and they begin. you and me, just like this— avior/starlight | oneshot On the slow and unyielding progess of trust 🌶 hands cupped around the world— avior/starlight | oneshot Avior thinks that giving in is better, sometimes. avior headcanons

ꕥ gavin ꕥ

flushed pink (a flower in bloom)— freelancer/gavin | ongoing collection Gavin isn't jealous. He isn't. His heart doesn't ache. What do you mean he might be in love? i've looked at clouds from both sides now— freelancer/gavin, damien/lasko/huxley | ongoing collection The car swings around, and Gavin pulls into the near-abandoned car park. “Somehow I doubt they are very full, all things considered.” He gestures slightly at the empty spaces, before grimacing. “This feels like the set-up of a D-List horror film.”

ꕥ damien ꕥ

cat give me back my tongue please— freelancer/damien | oneshot Word’s don’t come so easily when you’re in front of me, cat give me back my tongue please. get out our way (or join the riot)— damien character study Sparks fly, and Damien is unafraid. On Damien being in Kody's position 🌶 the way we change and grow— freelancer/damien | oneshot “You want to- what?” Damien asks, shocked. Freelancer shifts, looking to the side nervously. “I thought it might be nice.” They look at him again, eyes earnest. “But only if you want to! We don’t have to, I don’t want to force it on you. I’m sorry, we can forget this ever happened.” freelancer makes a suggestion. damien is happy to oblige. catch your breath— damien/lasko | ongoing fic it begins as things often do slowly, and then all at once

ꕥ lasko ꕥ

catch your breath— damien/lasko | ongoing fic it begins as things often do slowly, and then all at once i've looked at clouds from both sides now— freelancer/gavin, damien/lasko/huxley | ongoing collection The car swings around, and Gavin pulls into the near-abandoned car park. “Somehow I doubt they are very full, all things considered.” He gestures slightly at the empty spaces, before grimacing. “This feels like the set-up of a D-List horror film.”

ꕥ huxley ꕥ

i've looked at clouds from both sides now— freelancer/gavin, damien/lasko/huxley | ongoing collection The car swings around, and Gavin pulls into the near-abandoned car park. “Somehow I doubt they are very full, all things considered.” He gestures slightly at the empty spaces, before grimacing. “This feels like the set-up of a D-List horror film.”

ꕥ kody ꕥ

foolish mortal (praise my sins, kneel at my feet)— kody character study Water seeps into the cracks of the earth. Kody will prove them all wrong.

ꕥ sam ꕥ

🌶 i would take a little bite if i could (my senses say i don't know if i should)— sam/darlin | oneshot Sam and Darlin' getting it on (somewhat)

ꕥ camelopardalis ꕥ

tortoises and comfort— camelopardalis | oneshot cam and loneliness go hand in hand

ꕥ brachium ꕥ

headcanons

#elm writes #redacted asmr masterlist #redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redacted avior #redacted gavin #every redacted character eventually lol

[elmhat]

cloak

Characters: Dream, Technoblade

Words: 7k so far (1 of 2 chapters)

Warnings: Referenced Torture, Abuse

Summary — The highs and lows of Dream and Technoblade's time together in prison.

(I've finally done it! This is the c!rivals fic I've been working on for months! It's my take on their time together during the prison arc, so expect the usual prison arc themes. The good(?) and the bad. This one has taken me a While, so I hope you enjoy it like I did!)

Technoblade’s arrival was bad. It was really, really bad. Somehow, in all Dream’s life, he didn't think he had ever been quite this fucked. He refused to look at him. He had his head between his knees, crouched tightly in his usual back corner. He didn't know how long he had been sitting like this. But he couldn't look up now, because then he would see Techno, and that would make it real. And it couldn’t be real. It couldn’t. His hands fisted in his hair.

Read on AO3.

#c!dream #c!techno #c!rivals #dreblr #dream smp #dsmp #pandora's vault #elm fics #my writing

[lace-coffin]

Hey can I request jason voorhees x reader were the reader is like freddys sister or kid (grown up ofc) and he is protective of em and when freddy tricks jason to coming to Springwood the reader and jason meet at the corn maze rave and fall in love and it upsets freddy more? Thank you

Requests are open!

Thank you for the request! Ngl I had to rewatch the corn maze scene to refresh and I can’t get over how cool the fire stunt is + I love this Jason’s design with the droopy eye hehe

Jason vorehees x gn!reader

Tw for mild blood and violence (very little)

Fluff/wholesomeness, first time meeting, love at first sight

Is this too corny?

As the younger sibling of Freddy Krueger you know how he is and that things most likely won’t play out smoothly with his new plan. You attend the corn maze rave to keep an eye out for your older brother despite being told implicitly to stay home where it’s safe. You weren’t expecting to meet your soulmate here of all places..

So far things with Freddy’s new idea haven’t been going according to plan, despite successfully deceiving Jason into coming to springwood to do his dirty work he’s not being able to get a good control over him and loosing kills/opportunity to restore his powers as a result of that. Hardheaded as ever your older brother keeps to his idea, detailing how he intends to make the best of a rave that’s being held by local teens in a corn maze.

You however, the younger and only sibling of said boogeyman, were told your not to go and that’s final. As reckless as Freddy can be he cares about your wellbeing, you’re his only sibling and hold a special soft spot in his heart. You feel the same towards him, which is where the issues arises. Things haven’t been going to plan up to this point already, Freddy not being able to control Jason as well as he initially thought and having kills stolen from him as a result. With the situation being as messy as it is there’s absolutely no way you’re letting your brother go alone. Weather he actually knows you’re joining is unimportant, you’re just going to head there, keep your head low, make sure everything goes to plan and then come home.

Everything did not go to plan. Within an hour of being there Freddy has realised you’re here and berated you. He’s beyond pissed since he explicitly told you to stay home, not wanting you involved in the massacre because he knows deep down he doesn’t have a good grip on it right now.

After a few minutes of back and forth arguing he relents and agrees to let you stay. Only because he feels it would be to dangerous for you to walk home in this mess. He can’t bear the thought of something happening to his younger sibling under his watch. He begrudgingly tells you to keep out of the way and lay low until he’s finished and he’ll take the pair of you home. He swears if he wasn’t already dead then the shit you put him through would kill him five times over.

Bitter that you’ve been yelled at for the last couple minuets you make your way into the dense crowd and pour yourself a drink. May aswell, seems you’re going to be here surrounded by dumb hormone driven teens for the next few hours. After finally having enough of the crowd and loud music you take yourself to a more secluded area of the maze, perching yourself on a decorative hay bale and swishing your drink around your cup uninterested.

That is until a corpse covered in glow sticks seemingly falls from no where and slumps down infront of you. Huh. Maybe this will be interesting.

Before you can process what just happened you notice an orange glow emanating from closer to the party, fire. Intrigued and not one to sit idle you follow the haze until you reach its origin. It seems the rave has come to an end as body’s litter the floor, gored beyond recognition. You look over them in sick fascination, quick to realise they aren’t the work of your older brother..the wounds don’t match up.

A rusting noise emanates from the corn stalks and you snap your head around to the source of the noise. Still on fire a hulking 6’5 man? Zombie? Trudges out of the corn maze and pauses to stare you down. Ah, this must be Jason.

Despite your better judgment you rush over to the table to grab whatever liquid you can to douse him in, hoping to put him out. You know he’s important to your brothers plan and your not just going to let him stand there ablaze weather it will actually hurt him or not.

As you throw the (non flammable) drink over him he recoils, albeit a bit delayed to the initial impact. The fire slowly dies down and Jason looks back up to you slowly. Despite the mask you’re sure you can see some gratitude swimming behind his good eye. You rush over to check him over, Jason more than confused but intrigued allows you to once he realises your unarmed and not a threat.

You gently rid him of his jacket now ashen from the fire and tend to any wounds as best you can with whatever is available. Jason is baffled as to why you’re treating him so gently, like you genuinely care about his safety. For most his life all he’s knows is the cruelty of others and the pain he inflicts in the name of his late mother. But you, your so ..soft? Careful and considerate in a way he hasn’t felt in years. He watches you cautiously behind his mask, eye following every step of your movements as you work to patch him up.

You’ve been talking non stop since you started, quickly grasping onto the fact talking wasn’t exactly his forte but enjoying having someone to listen. You explain each step of what you’re doing to him beforehand as not to startle him, Jason gives little nods in response to let you know he understands and is comfortable with you to proceed. Your complete strangers right now but the connection you’ve built over this small period is pleasant and new to the both of you, Jason having someone fawn over him and his health for the first time in years whilst speaking to him normally and considerately is scary but welcomed. You having someone to talk to and make little jokes with whilst not talking over you and giving you room to express yourself is heaven. For what Jason lacks verbally he makes up for in expression and gestures. You notice the way his shoulders bounce as he silently chuckles when you make a particularly cheesy joke, his eyes crinkling under his mask.

Eventually you decide it’s time to bite the bullet and ask if you can take a look under his mask to check if the fire caused any damage that needs to be attended to. Instantly he pulls away. Shit, that’s a no then. You put your hands up defensively and tell him you won’t make him do anything he’s not comfortable with and that you’re sorry for offending him. He shakes his head, wanting to get across that you didn’t offend him, he’s just unsure, you’re a stranger after all, even if he is enjoying your company. After a while of negotiating via head nods you come to the agreement that you can look over the skin visible from behind his mask and no further.

You decide it would be easier to do this sat down so you take Jason’s large leather clad hand into your own and guide him to the floor of the maze clearing. Shuffling closer you ask him again if he’s ready and ok to be touched. Receiving a nod in reply you bring your face up to his. It’s more intimate than you expected considering you just met him and now you’re within kissing distance. Jason snaps his eyes away from yours bashfully but lets you proceed. You run a careful hand over the skin around his mask, miraculously it’s a little charred but already looking better than you expect thanks to his rapid regeneration. Lost in concern and concentrating on looking the visible skin over you don’t realise your effectively petting over his skin softly. It’s relaxing and soft in a way that’s foreign to Jason. You realise the effect it’s having on him once a rumbling content noise similar to a purr emanates from his chest steadily.

You giggle, thinking the noise is cute, especially coming from such a hulking undead being like himself. Jason seizes up at the sound of your laughter, thinking you’re making fun of him like those horrid kids in his past but easily relaxes again when you explain you found it endearing. Your eyes meet and hold contact for a few moments, feeling peacful in each other’s new found company. Without thinking you bump your forehead against his, soft skin meeting plastic. Just resting your head against his and looking into his eyes, it’s intimate but not pushing either parties boundaries. You swear you can see Jason’s skin flush a little darker and the rumble in his chest picks up. After a few moments of shared nuzzling you move back into your earlier position.

You offer to bring Jason back home with you so you can Atleast get him cleaned up and treated with better supplies. It’s not a super smart idea considering you just met him and he’s a 6’3 machete wielding zombie but when have you ever made good choices. He hesitantly nods and agrees to go, he thinks he can trust you after the moment you just shared and to be honest with the way his undead heart is fluttering he doesn’t feel like he could bring himself to say no to you.

You spend a few more moments in comfy silence before your brother emerges from the maze, face splattered with blood. Freddy pauses to take in the scene. You cozied up to the man who’s currently ruining all his plans. Absolutely not. Are you dumb? Do you know what he’s capable of? Did you not just see him slaughter half a student body? Freddy is across the field and pulling you off before you have chance to explain.

Jason, not know Freddy is your older brother and is just being protective, hardens his stance and rips Freddy’s grasp from your arm, machete readied. Freddy doesn’t take kindly to this and snarls at the man, demanding he backs away from his sibling. It clicks that Freddy is your older sibling. Freddy lets go and Jason relents.

Explaining to Freddy that you’re going to take home essentially the flaw within his plan doesn’t go over well. You bicker for a good five minutes, both hard headed and stubborn. Eventually Freddy throws his razored hands up and gives in, telling you that you can patch him up and that’s it, and if he even thinks about laying a hand on you or acting out of line then Freddy will slice him to ribbons without hesitation.

Freddy walks ahead of you on the way home, grumbling to himself about how unreal and stupid this is and how this wouldn’t have happened if you’d just stayed home safe like he told you. You can’t bring yourself to care as you slip your smaller hand into Jason’s, enjoying the brisk night air together.

#slasher x reader #slashers #slasher headcanons #jason vorhees x reader #horror #jason voorhees #pamela voorhees #friday the 13th #friday the 13th franchise #reader insert #freddy krueger #nightmare on elm street #gn reader #writing #my writng

[madpatti]

Flat coloring

#will add more details once i sketched the others #fan art #horror #sketch #drawing #freddy krueger #slasher #nightmare on elm street #madpatti #rock #also pls dont write 'i dont like him but this is nice #like.. either compliment the art or move on #the negativity is not necessary

[dr3amofagame]

posted my 16th fic <3 for anyone who might want to read, lmao

#elm this is for u <3 #my writing :D

[kaptainandy]

okay okay everyone always talks about how a medieval peasant wouldn't survive seeing/knowing about [insert modern day thing] BUT have we considered the following: would horror movie actors survive scrolling through the tumblr tag of the movie(s) they were in?

this is not only testable with many of the subjects in question being alive, but also put any horror movie into the search bar (if it was made in the 80s or 90s the following is even more likely to be the case) and i guarantee you the first 15 posts will include murder man either as a cat boy or in a maid outfit (or both), the most passionate gay lovemaking between either two very queer-coded characters or the most queerphobic characters to ever exist, a 100k fanfic that is actually really good (and really gay and horny amen), a meme that is incomprehensible to anyone above the age of 45 y/o, someone having a mental breakdown over the grainiest behind the scenes photo you've ever seen, grotesque (affectionate) monster girls having brunch, and/or someone having a religious experience over the most gremlin little guy to ever live.

i say all of this with the utmost love and respect as part of the community. no villain is safe from uwu-ification and we will reach knee-deep into the plot to pull out queer subtext like we are mining for rare ores to trade at the market that will save our village from starving. and i think that's lovely.

the "[insert youtuber here] reacts to their tumblr tag" was a popular trend about 10 years ago but they're already living in-tandem with fandom/online culture so there was little to shock or awe them. give me 65 y/o joe actorman sitting in front of a computer and facing what millenials/gen z have crafted in reverence through a sleep deprived-induced haze. this test will separate the blorbos from the glupshitos.

anyway i think i accidentally took 2 of my adhd meds today uwu

#kaptainandy's log #this post was inspired by the re-animtor tag lmao #but fr 90% of horror fandom is this #ESPECIALLY if it's in dbd #everyone say thank you dbd for introducing a new audience to the classics #most of the iconic horror that came to mind when writing this post were from the 80s/90s with the exception of saw #so let me know of any post 1999 horror media with the same kind of community cuz it's fun lol #reanimator #re-animator #evil dead #scream franchise #halloween #nightmare on elm street #saw #saw franchise #horror #horror movies

[finalmemes]

A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET. roleplay sentence starters of the 1984 film. feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns. tw: violence, death, murder, horror, gaslighting.

some dream, judging from that.

it was so scary.

it seemed like he was still in the room with me.

it was the worst nightmare i ever had.

as a matter of fact, i had a bad dream last night myself.

up yours with a twirling lawnmower.

i couldn't go back to sleep last night.

so, what did you dream?

did you have a nightmare, too?

i'm so glad you guys could come over tonight.

glad we don't live here, huh?

it worked like a charm.

i told you you'd be feeling better.

all day long i've been seeing that guy's weird face…

you dreamed about the same creep i did.

there's something out there, isn't there?

i'm going to punch out your lights, whoever you are.

what the hell are you doing here?

what's going on here, an orgy or something?

i think we should get out of here.

don't leave me alone with this lunatic.

why is she so bothered by a stupid nightmare anyway?

morality sucks.

i knew there was something about you i liked.

you feel better now?

who do you think you are?

who did this?

we're trying to reach her now.

but nothing was found at the scene.

what the hell was she doing there?

look, i don't want to get into this now.

how can you say i don't take her death seriously?

honey, you were tossing and turning all night last night.

did you sleep?

i'll sleep in study hall.

i'm not going to hurt you.

where's your pass?

screw your pass!

it's only a dream!

everything is all right now.

and then what happened?

what did he look like?

did you get a look at him?

i don't expect you to believe me anyway.

you know, i probably could have saved her if i'd have moved sooner.

you think i did it?

don't fall asleep in there.

but i heard you. you were calling me.

i'm sorry for scaring you.

i saw your light was on.

will you shut up and let me in?

get inside before somebody sees you.

so, i heard you freaked out in english class today.

oh god. i look twenty years old.

do you believe that people can dream about what's going to happen?

do you believe in the bogeyman?

i've got a crazy favor to ask you.

a lot might depend on this.

i won't screw up.

this is just a dream. it isn't real!

i just asked you to do one thing…

call me if you need anything.

you mind telling me what's going on?

you know, i took the night shift so i could get some peace and quiet.

we have reason to believe that there might be something very strange going on here.

there's an unsolved murder and i don't like unsolved murder.

the killer's still loose, you know?

you're saying somebody else killed [ name ]?

i'm going to get her some help.

it's not you i don't trust.

is she asleep or awake?

i brought something out from my dream.

where did you get that?

i'm holding the damn thing right here in my hand.

i don't think you're crazy.

that's just not reality, [ name ].

feel better? you call this feeling better?

you knew about him all this time and you've been acting like it was something i made up?

what if they meet a monster in their dreams?

they turn their back on it. take away its energy, and it disappears.

i'm into survival.

you're starting to scare me.

did they put him away?

you sound a million miles away.

if he gets me, i'm pretty sure you're next.

why would anybody want to kill me?

you can't bring somebody out of a dream.

whatever you do, don't fall asleep.

how can you listen to television and hear your records at the same time?

i'll give you a hand.

i've never seen anything like this before in my life.

listen, [ name ], i've got a proposition for you.

i'm going to go and get the guy who did it.

it's my nightmare he comes to.

that's what i've been telling you all along.

if you see anything funny, call me.

come out and show yourself, you bastard!

where are you, [ name ]?

can't you catch me?

i'll kill you slow.

i know the secret now.

this whole thing is just a dream.

i take back every bit of energy i gave you.

it's going to burn off soon, or it wouldn't be so bright.

i feel like a million bucks.

did i keep you awake last night?

i believe anything is possible.

what's going on with the window?

#horror sentence starters #rp sentence starters #rp memes #writing prompts #horror prompts #a nightmare on elm street sentence starters #film sentence starters

[robcam-wfu]

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.  

— Sylvia Plath, from "Elm"

#sylvia plath #elm #ariel #poetry #poem #literature #writing #quote

[agaricelm]

back on my angst bs, this time with xavier !

#elm writes

[elmhat]

// dsmp rp

How to make a hell into a home:

Secure the perimeter. Seal off old exits and conceal the new ones. No one should see you enter or leave, but that's not a problem if you never leave.

Evict the current resident. It's a transaction: an eye for an eye, an eye for a year. A year for a fortress. You've won the trade. He won't talk.

Don't go back to your old room. It's empty now, but sometimes it doesn't feel that way.

Ignore the mining fatigue. It's easy to get used to it again, given time. To encourage this endurance, never travel more than ten minutes outside the bounds of its effects. Endurance builds strength.

Look elsewhere for food. Potatoes are inefficient; try golden apples instead. Magic is a valuable substitute for nutrition.

Dispose of the gifts that get left by the front door. They seem to be coming from the mansion nearby, little baskets of breads and cheeses and bandages. It could be poisoned. Throw it into the sea, and make sure he sees you doing it.

Don't go back to your old room.

Decorate. A bed, some chests, armor. Weapons. No need to remove the stalactites; most of the building is redundant. Plants look nice.

Did you ever leave your old room?

Quackity, Las Nevadas, Purpled, Quackity. George. Quackity, Quackity, Quackity.

Get out. (Quackity.)

Fail.

Run.

Don't leave. Quackity will see if you leave. Quackity will come. Everything you need is in here; it will become your world. The outside isn't dangerous if there is no outside.

Go back to your old room. You think you've always known that it's where you have to die.

#this Totally isn't inspired by my current fic or anything #dreblr #c!dream #pandora's vault #dream smp #lore thoughts #drabbles #my writing #elm fics

[tamakishoochie]

Wet Dreams

CW: Somnophilia? Spit exchange, slight mentions of blood and gore, Creampie

18+, MDNI

word count: 🤷🏾‍♀️

Freddy!Shigaraki x Black!Reader

“Are you serious? Another murder? That’s the sixth one this week!” You groaned, obviously annoyed with a hint of frustration in your voice. You were a private investigator hired to find the sick bastard behind the murders that took place this week on Elm street and your assistant had just brought in another picture of yet another crime scene. It made you nauseous. The picture displayed a dead man with his stomach sliced open, his entrails hanging off the side of the bed. You quickly set the disturbing photo aside, fed up with having to see another person killed.

It was almost 1AM and you’ve been in your office all day, not that it mattered anyway. You haven't been able to get any sleep since you started this case.

“I’m calling it a night. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the crime scene and investigate. Maybe tonight will be the night I get some damn sleep.” You wave off your assistant before packing up your stuff to leave.

After showering, brushing your teeth, and twisting your hair, you slip on your silk bonnet and head on to bed. You take some melatonin to help with your insomnia before getting underneath the covers.

“Let’s see how this goes..”

You didn’t even realize you fell into a deep sleep afterward, so deep that you began to dream.

You were back in your office, looking over the photos again but instead of victims, they were nude pictures of you. Your face started to heat up from embarrassment and you wondered who the hell took these. There were pictures of you fully naked in various raunchy poses.

“What the hell? I don’t even take pictures like…this..”

One photo, in particular, stood out from the rest. Picking it up, your eyes widen and you cover your mouth after gasping. The explicit photo showed a man you’ve never seen before holding you down in a mating press with your ankles down by your ears. He had grayish-blue hair and pale skin with red glowing eyes.

You seemed to be enjoying what the man was giving you in the photo but he had a wicked grin on his face.

Looking a bit closer, you try and get a better look at his face since his hair is draped over it. Suddenly, the man in the picture looks up at you with a maniacal grin, causing you to drop the photo and stand up quickly from your chair.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Not pretty enough for you?”

A voice echoed down the hall that led to your office. Looking down the eerie hallway, you see nothing but white smoke being illuminated by some source of light behind it. A silhouette of a man appears from it and starts to make its way towards you.

“What do you want? Who are you?” You call out to the man.

Seconds later, the same man that was in the photo shows himself, trailing what seemed to be finger knives along the wall with a loud screech. He wore an old, worn-out fedora and a red and green striped tattered sweater.

As he got closer, you pull your gun out from its holster and point it directly at him, warning him that you wouldn’t hesitate to shoot.

“S-stay back, I’m warning you, sir!”

Something about him was off and a dark aura surrounded him. He didn’t seem intimidated at all.

“Shigaraki..” The man spoke as soon as he came face to face with you, close enough to feel his breath on your face.

“What?..” You respond, but too distracted by how oddly intriguing and attractive he was.

“You’ve been looking for the perpetrator behind the murders right? Well, his name is Shigaraki. You found him!” He lets out an eerie, dark chuckle that sends chills up and down your spine.

You point your gun between his eyes and say that he’s under arrest, but he scoffs in your face, grabbing your wrist tightly and making you drop the only thing you had to protect yourself.

“Welcome to the Nightmare World, babe~..” Picking you up and slamming you down on your own desk, he looks over and picks up the photo you dropped earlier. With his other hand, he trails a finger knife up your buttoned nightgown.

“Let’s recreate this one, yeah? You look so good on your back taking my dick~..”

Before you could say anything else, he wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly, while the other trails back down your gown, popping off the buttons with a single finger knife. Shigaraki gropes your right breast and tweaks the nipple with his thumb and forefinger, making you moan and arch up into his hand.

“Oh, sensitive, are we?~ That’s cute.”

Leaning down, he flicks his warm tongue against your hard nipple, sucking on it roughly and kneading the flesh around it before moving to give the other one the same treatment. You didn’t understand why you were letting him do all of this to you, but you didn’t care. It was just a dream anyway, or was it?

Shigaraki’s tongue makes its way up to your neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys before taking over your mouth with his own. His lips were chapped but managed to still feel soft. You moan from how rough he was kissing you and you could feel your panties drenching just from that. Grabbing your chin, he forces your mouth open with your lips puckered out.

“Tongue out, now..”

You obey and stick your tongue out, eyes lust-filled as he spits onto your tongue, swallowing it willingly.

He seemed pleased by that and wasn’t gonna tell you to swallow, but he’s glad you did anyway.

Using his finger knives once more, he shreds your underwear up, revealing your aching pussy that needed attention quickly.

And Shigaraki delivers by pulling your bottom half to the edge of your desk before forcing your legs open. Pulling up a chair, he sits down and spreads your pussy lips apart, admiring the way your cunny clenches around nothing.

You look down and your eyes meet, causing you to look away with your face heated

“Look at me while I do this. Don’t look away or there will be consequences..” He chuckled, only being half-serious.

You gulp and watch as Shigaraki dives right into your juiced-up pussy, giving you nice long licks along your folds and paying close attention to your clit, swirling his tongue around it and nipping at it gently. You pant heavily and try your hardest to keep your eyes open. This was starting to feel a little too real for it to be a dream still.

Once he started adding fingers, though, your head began to spin. The way his fingers stretched you out felt amazing, his middle finger constantly rubbing against the spongey g-spot that made you moan out his name and grip the sides of your desk. His movements gradually began to speed up, lewd and embarrassing sounds echoing throughout the entire office. You feel something starting to unravel within your abdomen and you brace yourself, keeping your eyes on Shigaraki and him doing the same with you. Right then and there, you scream out from ecstasy as you release onto his fingers, squirting everywhere and making a huge mess.

Smiling, he removes his fingers and gives your cunt a couple of hard pats, mumbling something along the lines of ‘That’s a good girl’.

Standing up, Shigaraki removes his glove, dropping it to the floor, and starts unbuckling his pants. You stare wide-eyed as he reveals his whopping 12 incher, all nice and hard just for you. Bullying his way between your legs, he positions his cock at your entrance. Shoving his still wet fingers inside of your mouth, you suck on them and moan at the taste.

Your moans are muffled by his fingers as he begins to insert the tip, going all the way until only half was inside of you. Your eyes are closed shut from how good he stretched you out, pussy walls clenching around his dick after hearing him curse underneath his breath. Taking his fingers out of your mouth after sucking them clean, he goes right back to choking you right as he began to thrust his hips roughly into you. The way your body rocked with each and every thrust made the desk move and screech against the floorboard, making you grip onto the desk for dear life as he pounded into you unapologetically.

“Let’s take this back to your place~..” Shigaraki groaned out while the office morphed into a bedroom that looked exactly like yours. Instead of a desk, you were fucking on your bed now with the headboard banging against the wall. Gripping the back of your thighs, he pushes your legs down by your ears, folding you completely before he starts fucking you even harder now with the tip of his cock kissing your womb with each insertion.

For a murderer, he sure did whine a lot during sex. You didn’t mind though, his moans and whines were pretty and you were always into vocal men. The way your gummy walls grip onto him makes him cry out even more. Moving your legs over his shoulders, he places one hand on the headboard, and the other grips firmly on your tit.

“G-gonna cum, baby...”

He pants, voice cracking. Shigaraki buries his face in the nook of your neck and whispers in your ear.

“Take it, take it all!~”

His hips stutter a bit before filling you up to the brim with cum, some of it dribbling down onto the bed and making a small puddle. You whine after he pulls out.

“Sorry, but your alarm is about to go off. See ya around, doll~..”

Confused, you watch him disappear into nothing right before you’re woken up by your alarm.

Sitting up, you rub your eyes and realize where you were.

“Woah, what was that..” You sigh, rubbing your face before leaning over to turn your alarm off. Something didn’t feel right and you felt dirty. Flipping your covers off of you, you look down and see your panties have been shredded and globs of cum oozed out of you. Panicking, you scramble out of bed and run towards your bathroom. Looking into the mirror, you see bite marks and hickeys all over your neck.

At least you finally got some sleep

#horror AU #horror villain AU #shigaraki tomura #freddy krüger #nightmare on elm street #mha #bnha #jordy writes ✍🏾 #tw: smut #x black reader

[vanellygal]

Into the Horrorverse (characters)

Notice: Some of the characters portrayed might be a little different from on screen. After all, the whole point is to get to know them outside of the screen. You already know the characters, so descriptions will be brief. Also they're all adults, plus Laurie and Michael are not related.

Nancy Thompson: Still hates Freddy’s guts. She no longer runs from him, but sees him as an annoying house guest. Anyways, she is sociable and acquainted with most of the final people.

Freddy Krueger: Yeah, he's still Freddy, the jerk. Aside from pestering Nancy, he likes to pick on Jason from time to time. Other than that, he's mainly lonely. If Chucky wasn't so feral, I think they'd get along fairly well.

Tommy Jarvis: A troubled young man, yet he presses on with a positive attitude and goofy nature. He's close with Ginny, and together they work at the camp. He forgave Jason, but sometimes he still struggles. He yearns for another final guy to talk to, other than Ash, who isn't easy to converse with.

Ginny Field: The bright, child psychologist who loves to indulge in reading. She views Tommy as a brother, and as previously stated, they work together at the camp. Also forgave Jason, and learned to understand him more. They get along quite nicely.

Jason Voorhees: Acts like a dad of sorts, and is protective of his two survivors. His favorite person to hang out with is Michael Myers, and sometimes Bubba Sawyer.

Chucky: This guy is fully aware of the horrorverse, yet doesn't care. He'll attack anyone who dares step into his territory. Other than that, he maintains his snarky, sarcastic ways.

Andy Barclay: Unlike the other final people, he doesn't catch a break. He always has to be on his toes and keep Chucky at bay. He’s tired, this guy needs a nap.

Laurie Strode: Although she has a heart of gold, do not underestimate her. She can kick you to Timbuktu if necessary. The mom of her friend group.

Michael Myers: An artist, either in grotesque (posing bodies) or genuine ways such as paintings or sculptures. Silent, but one of the most dangerous slashers out there. After all, he is the “shape of evil”. Grew fond of Laurie. His best pal is Jason Voorhees.

The Sawyers (including Bubba): They're envious of the Halloween verse. Reason being, the Sawyers believe they “overshadowed” them in some form. Other than this, they're a hilarious bunch who bicker back and forth.

Sally Hardesty: She’s the jealous type, and isolates herself from the other survivors. Despite this, she's not the friendliest final girl, a bit rough around the edges too. Overtime she drew close to the Sawyers, and they adopted her in a sense. Yet, she'll pass on eating human meat of course.

Billy and Stu (Ghostface): Run parties and social events. Just don't get too close to them, they're not the greatest influences. Major troublemakers.

Ash Williams: A bit on the crazy side, and often will say outlandish statements. Unfortunately, he holds a strong belief that killers and final people should not mix.

Other characters exist, but these are some of the main ones for now!!!

Concept

Au belongs to me.

#Horrorverse #Into the Horrorverse #My writing #My AU #Nelly #Horror #Slashers #anoes #a nightmare on elm street #Freddy krueger #Jason Voorhees #Michael myers #Laurie Strode #Scream #Chucky #Friday the 13th

[writingpromptneeds]

'nightmare on elm street' (1984) prompts. 💤

'Some dream judging from that.' 'Worst nightmare I ever had.' 'There's somebody out there, isn't there?' 'Me? I don't dream.' 'Morality sucks.' 'Did you sleep?' 'I'm not gonna hurt you.' 'I didn't do it-' 'No, really, I'm fine.' 'Do you think I did it?' 'Why don't you jump into bed?' 'Take this, it'll help you sleep.' 'You look dead and rained on, if you want the ugly truth.' 'You believe it's possible to dream about what's going to happen?' 'I asked you to do just one thing.' 'Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.' 'Let's not start digging up bodies just because we're in a cemetery.' 'It's not you I don't trust.' 'You call this feeling better?' 'Whenever I get nervous, I eat.' 'I'm into survival.' 'Really. It's over.' 'You sound a million miles away.' 'Why would anyone want to kill me?' 'Whatever you do, don't fall asleep.' 'This whole room smells of coffee, y'know?' 'The nightmare's over.' 'Just wanted to protect you...' 'I'm crazy after all...' 'I believe anything's possible.'

#ask meme #askbox meme #inbox meme #inbox prompts #rp meme #rp prompts #rp starter #sentence prompts #sentence starters #writing prompts #nightmare on elm street prompts #nightmare on elm street 1984

[filmnoirsbian]

Hey if you feel like watching a 45 minute video essay about Pennywise and Freddy Krueger as personifications of childhood trauma, boy do I have a video for you.

Here’s the written article if you want to just read it, instead.

#sorry about the weird crop job i got lazy #horror is a love letter to humanity #video essays #it 2017 #a nightmare on elm street #My Videos #my writing #tcp #trigger warnings are in the video

[lilibethdrawsreylo]

Sneak peek

I'm working on my next hackearney fic, and while I still have several months of writing ahead of me, I can share a short sneak peek with you. No beta, but very mysterious. ;)

Laura comes to North Kill for a grad school research project. Travis is a supernatural entity (kinda?) that pretends to be a sheriff when he encounters people in the woods. The actual sheriff is in on it; here, Laura comes to see him after a brush with a very human danger.

...Laura kinda hoped she was gonna need an appointment or something—to turn tail and come back later. But the receptionist nods at her after saying Laura’s name into a dated office phone’s receiver and stands up to show her the way, as if getting lost between unoccupied desks was a real possibility. It says Sheriff H. Hunnem right there on the frosted glass door.

She knows instantly this isn’t him. While technically she could be looking for a deputy, her gut has been telling Laura she needs the sheriff, and she’s been… bracing, almost, for coming face to face with him. Why, Laura cannot say—not that it matters at the moment.

Sheriff Hunnem is a stocky, older man—probably well into his seventies—with light eyes and drooping gray mustache tinged yellow from nicotine. And he is not the cop who saved her.

“Miss Kearney,” he grouches, rustling through a stack of paper next to his elbow. Finding a dog-eared sheet, the sheriff squints at it. “You left a message about setting up cameras in Hackett Woods, that right? Thought one of my deputies would’ve gotten back to you about that by now.”

“He did, yes.” Feeling like an intruder now that she realized her mistake, Laura perches on a bare wooden chair in front of Sheriff Hunnem’s desk. “That’s not why I’m here, sir.”

“Oh?” Folding the sheet of paper, he places it to the side and directs her a questioning look. “Well then, how may I help you, Miss Kearney?”

“It’s about the man who died. In the, uh, red truck?” Laura shifts uncomfortably under the sheriff’s weary gaze. “There was an article in the North Kill Gazette….”

“That’d be Andrew Mayfield,” he nods. “Nasty fella—over and done with, thankfully, but if you have something to report—”

“I believe—” Breath catches in Laura’s throat, and she has to curl her fingers into fists to mask the sudden tremor. “I believe he intended to attack me yesterday, on Route 919. But he didn’t because there was a, an officer on, I guess, on patrol?” She inhales sharply through her mouth. “I just— I wanted to….”

Leaning forward, Sheriff Hunnem presses a button on his desk phone. “Rosie, bring Miss Kearney some water, will ya? Got a bit of a situation here.”

A minute later the receptionist appears with a full plastic cup and too sympathetic look of someone aching for fresh gossip. Laura thanks her with barely any voice coming out. She drinks the offered water in small, controlled sips, wildly embarrassed at how over the top a reaction she had, considering that nothing happened to her. As far as she’s aware.

Once it’s just the two of them and Laura has calmed down, the sheriff speaks again. “Miss Kearney… I won’t press you for details right now. However, what I can tell you is that none of my guys came across that Mayfield bastard yesterday. So, either your guardian angel wears a uniform, or that officer of yours simply happened to pass through the county. 919 connects two major highways. We get a lot of strangers here,” he sighs, “good and bad.”

“Guess I met both,” Laura mutters, and Sheriff Hunnem chuckles dryly.

“Guess so.”

She goes to push her chair back but stops. “Sir, if somebody was passing through, they couldn’t be on foot, right?”

“...Excuse me?”

“I… don’t think I saw a police car,” Laura admits. She wasn’t sure of it until the words formed on her tongue, sour. Now that they’re out, she can see it clearly in her mind’s eye: no car where there should’ve been one. 

Christ, she must be going through some sort of a mental break.

To his credit, although visibly alarmed, Sheriff Hunnem doesn’t outright call her a crazy woman. “Look, miss,” he says after clearing his throat, “it’s a tough thing to deal with, a close call like the one you had, but I recommend you don’t dwell on it.” He opens his palms in a pacifying gesture. “You are alive and well—at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.”

Recognizing the end of the conversation for what it is, Laura nods in agreement and stands up, feeling numbness spread through her following her earlier outburst. Get it together, jeez.

“Thank you for your time, sir.” She manages a tense smile, ready to flee, but before Laura can open the door to the main office area, the sheriff calls her name again.

“About that project of yours, with the cameras and all. Make sure you’re out of the woods by nightfall.” He looks her in the eye, and a shadow of an elm tree outside the room’s only window cuts through the space as the sun blinks from behind patchy clouds. “We’ve got way more predators who feel at home in the dark.”

#hackearney #my writing #rurrie if you're seeing this #those are magical elms

[soapyghostie]

Hiiii I love your stuff!! Do you think you could maybe write some headcanons for Freddy Krueger (original, not reboot, ew 😭) with a partner who is Agender and uses they / them pronouns?? Sorry if that’s too specific hehe thank you!!

Facts. The original will always be the goat. I didn’t have a lot of ideas for this one, but I hope you enjoy what I could muster up.

Freddy Krueger

Freddy will never judge you for being Agender. He thinks he’s every gender in the book anyways. Besides, he thinks diversity is a good thing; it keeps the world interesting, especially when he’s looking for victims. Having unique victims allows him to get creative when creating their nightmares: it thrills him. When dating someone so different and special, Freddy knows you’ll keep their relationship interesting and maybe even find someone fun to taunt. 

Just because you’re Agender doesn’t mean you get special treatment. I’m sorry to say, but Freddy teases and bullies everyone around him, including you. However, he’s more lenient with you because he cares about you enough to not want to see you totally butt hurt. In all honesty, he likes to see people upset, but it’s also the only way he knows how to show love. That’s Freddy for you and there’s no changing him so don’t take it too personally. 

Freddy wants to know more about your gender and how you came to decide that you were Agender. He won’t directly ask you though; he’s too into himself for that. He likes to think he knows anything about everything. Freddy will probably make a mean joke about your gender and try to get you all mad so you’ll rage rant. He gets a good kick out of it, but at least he learned something. 🤷‍♀️ 

Freddy will kill anyone who misgenders you, no hesitation. Only he’s allowed to do that! He will give them the most brutal death; even more brutal than what he usually gives his victims. He’ll dismember them until they are unrecognizable. 

You don’t get to see each other throughout the day because, you know, he’s a dream demon. As soon as you fall asleep, Freddy is in your dreams, ready to chit chat about your day. He always asks if one of your coworkers mistreated you or misgendered you. It happens a lot at work because a bunch of your coworkers don’t agree with you being Agender so they bully you constantly. Like I said earlier, Freddy will give them a little pep talk. 😉

When pride month rolls around, you and Freddy are all decked out, mostly Freddy. He’ll have a rainbow sweater, lgbtq sunglasses, Agender flags stuck all over him, and all other sorts of stuff. He is prepared to support you! Even though he can’t physically go to the parades and stuff. Maybe you can pull him out of the dream world so he can go with you! 

Freddy loves you for who you are and never wants you to lose sight of yourself, even if he won’t actually say that to you. He’s not all lovey-dovey you know? Just know he cares though. 

#slashers #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #horror #dead by daylight x reader #dead by deadlight #dbd killer #slasher #freddy krueger #freddy krueger x reader #nightmare on elm street #sophi ghostie writes