#slasher drabble

[fanfictionvibes]

ᴛʜᴀᴛs ʜɪs ɴᴀᴍᴇ

Summry: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚜𝚘𝚗's 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 to 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚈/𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢/𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕....

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷.𝟿𝚔

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"Whats your name?!?" Lorraine shouted into what seemed like the void. Harsh rain hits her body what feels like a million miles a minute. Dark eye bags engulf her face do to a lack of sleep. A vein popped on her forehead, trying to find any clues about 𝐇𝐢𝐦. Her mind racing with thoughts and feelings swept into the hectic storm.

Her husband, Ed wasn't in best shape either. Had the same dark eye bags and thoughts running though his head. He got draged into the basement of the house by a strong force and was still laying somewhat conscious with scraches and bruises. He was trying to find the family's 2 youngest child Janet that has been in demonic possession by this entirety. Janet got dragged to her sister and her bedroom by the demonic entirety.That was the last time Ed and Lorraine saw her. Ed wasn't the only one to think of the worst at the moment.

A door behind Ed starts opening slowly and tension filled the room. Ed got a a deer in headlights look. He slowly turned his head looking over his shoulder to what looks like the empty doorway opening. Wasting no time Ed turns the rest of his body over swiftly with a cross tightly in hand and pointed it at the door

" You have no power here demon!!, God is with us and always will b—"

"I thought you were over the whole "heroic speech" faze?"

Ed freezes, but then gives a light smile shaking his head at a oh so familiar women in the doorway

" What?, miss me or something? You and Lorraine did call me right?" Y/n said raising an eyebrow.

！！sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ！！

Ed and y/n shot there heads up towards the ceiling

" Janet.." Ed whispered yelled at the ceiling. Y/n looked around and saw a staircase that headed up stairs. Y/n looks back down at Ed

" I got this one Eds " Y/n declared, Ed's face went pale. Ed finally got up from the ground, looking at the girl like she was crazy

" Now wait a sec Y/-!"

Y/n bolted up the stairs with a cross in hand before Ed finished his sentence. Y/n opened the door and ran to what looks like the living room. Y/n stopped and looking for any sign of where Janet could be. In the corner of her eye she sees a little girl shadow being walking towards towards a bedroom slowly. Y/n ran up stairs and start to pound on the door

" JANET! Open the door! " Y/n said shouted pounding on the door. Y/n put her hands on the door knob vigorously trying to open it.It was like someone was holding the door shut from the other side. Y/n needs to get in there now, it life or death for that little girl. She then took a deep breath and stepped back. She left her leg up and with all her strength try to kicked the door down. It was a Success!. The door burst opened from the impacted so much so she could fit to get in. What was going on in that room it was not what she was expecting.

The walls were run down. What once was dark brown was now had scratch marks with a tan/white/gray washed color. The walls were scattered with crosses nailed to the walls. It doesn't seem to have much power over the entity cause all the crosses were now place upside down.... Every single one of them. Two beds were fliped in different directions and there were cloths scatter across the room. The room looked still almost like time was going slow. Y/n was still not cause of the room no, but what she sees: There she is. Janet. Standing at infront of the window with the curtians ripped off the hinges to the floor. Janet was Still......

A black shadow emerges from a wall to the right corner closer to Janet. 𝐇𝐞 appeard. You coverd your mouth in shock with eyes so big they could pop out of your head.

It was 𝐇𝐢𝐦. How is he here, Did 𝐇𝐞 find someone eles to attach on after the 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 happened. The bedroom widows then got pushed out harshly, cracking the glass in the in the process. 𝐇𝐞 slowly made his finger into a point position towards the widow. Janet started walking aimlessly. Without second thought Y/n started to run to Janet. 𝐇𝐞 sharply moved his hand backwards without looking away from janet. Y/n was thrown in the air pinned against wall. Her breath got quicker. But that wasn't going to stop her from saving Janet

" VALAK!! " Y/n shouted to get the demon's attention away from Janet. It absolutely worked. 𝐇𝐞 sharply turned 𝐡𝐢𝐬 head almost 180* in her direction. 𝐇𝐞 had a suprise look in 𝐡𝐢𝐬 eyes for a split second. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 hold on Janet lifted for a brief moment but as quickly as it came it tightened up again. You got 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 started to stride slowly up to you. Janet still in 𝐡𝐢𝐬 hold. Your breath quick in as 𝐡𝐞 was getting closer. Still pinned to the wall you stated to stuggle even harder to get out of 𝐢𝐭𝐬 grip.

A finger hooked under your chin and harshly pushed it up only for your eyes to meet 𝐡𝐢𝐬. Those familiar golden eyes stare at what feels like your soul as 𝐡𝐢𝐬 grip on your face increased.

" ..ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ʏ/ɴ.. " 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 said low, growly voice still staring into your eyes with mischief swirling around  in them

" ....ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɴᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀ, ᴍɪss ᴍᴇ?...."

" Am I supposed to answer that question honestly or??? " Y/n said trying to lighten up her mood but was quickly shut down by 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 gave her a threatening look. Silence filled the room. Uncomfortably. Y/n composed her self then took a sigh

" What's your purpose here Demon?, why are you taking over Janet? She has done nothing! Demon— " ...ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇss ᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍe ʏ/ɴ......"

Y/n felt chills ran up her spine as she hears 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 talking to her demandingly and quickly to correct her. Y/n new right now she's playing with fire.

" Fine then answer me this 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 "

" ...ɪᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴇᴀʀs my little viper...."

Y/n Sighed annoyingly at the nickname

" why a family? Do you go from haunting churches, now destroying a family? what's in it for you? "

" ....ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ.... ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇᴀɴ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏ ɪɴᴏᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ dark Magic ..."

" let Janet go 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 " Y/n said finally getting out of his hold, and running towards Janet, kneeling in front of her only to see her eyes were a pale blue, almost as if she has no pupils. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 started to grin crazily

" ...ɪᴛs ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀ sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ 5 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ... " Y/n stared hopelessly at Janet, not knowing how to help her.

Lorraine ran into the room suddenly looking at the scene, but then acted quick And started to shout 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 at him. Which was defeting him. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 looked  at everyone in the room coldly as he was getting pulled back in hell. his flesh tearing off his body as he was getting sucked back into a portal as his True Form came out. He looked at Y/n his last moments

" ....ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀ again.... ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ..." just like that 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞.

Janet went back to her normal self instantly and started to run out of the house to find her family. Edd ran into room not long after. Hugging his wife. Both of the warrens pulled away and looked at Y/n and saw that she was looking at the spot where 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 had left, Which left a burn mark on the wall.

The warrens start walking up to her pulling her out of her thoughts. Lorraine helped Y/n up and gave her a big hug. Y/n hugged back tighter. They both pulled away from each other seconds after. The warrens looked at her worried

" How did you know 𝐡𝐢𝐬 name before??" Lorraine said breaking the silence abruptly. Y/n eyes go wide, how dose she know. Was she outside the door?, have a vision about it.

They both waited patiently for her answer

" ᴛʜᴀᴛs ʜɪs ɴᴀᴍᴇ.."

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#x reader #foryou #valak #the conjuring #slashers #boyfriend scenario #the warrens #memes #slasher x you #slasher drabble #stranger things #t

[klovercrown]

18+ NSFW pegging Bo thoughts

Imagine you persuade Bo into pegging him, he's a stubborn brat but eventually enjoys it. You love the power more and more and you can see why he loves being dominant so much.

You pull his hair, kiss and bite his neck (do any of you guys just want to nibble his jawline? 🤤), drag your nails down his back, and of course spanking him. He'll open his mouth to complain but will be cut off by moans as you harshly slam into him.

He's not used to this side of you of course and feels kinda intimated, wondering how long you've wanted this.

Leaning in as you pound into his tight ass, you whisper "Don't like it, huh? Being treated like a dirty whore." This man is going to melt and will never admit that he likes it, he'll just huff and say he did it just to shut you up.

We all know this man whore is internally anxious for you to ask to do it again.

#slashers #house of wax #bo sinclair #slasher fandom #slasher smut #slasher drabble #smut drabble

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Come On, Now

Brahms Heelshire x Masc!Reader

Last Edited: 27/03/2024

TW: none

Anon: Brahms with (male or masc) reader making him leave the house? Can be either fic or Drabble idc

Word Count: 589

AO3 LINK -> HERE

Notes from @gvtted-ratz (writer/creator): We can do that, yes. We decided on a drabble (few hundred words) since we do believe, no matter what, Brahms probably would never leave his home (as is shown in the movie since he does not chase after Greta when she escapes before coming back). Hence, not it being a fic. Hope you enjoy. Another title is “Brahms touches grass for the first time in 20 years.”

Notes from @rppik (editor/co-writer): in which we make the lad touch grass.

Convincing the man to leave his own home is more trouble than you’d like to admit. It’s like a game of tug of war with a large mutt. Upon first suggesting he get some air, he'd reply with a pitiful, “Tomorrow?” in his practised child voice. Any attempt at insisting upon it gets shut down with him responding curtly, in his regular voice, “Not now.” And, well, arguing with him when he switches into his natural, gruff tone of voice is like trying to move a particularly fussy mountain. Until today, that is– not even Brahms is immune to persistent, well-meaning urges from his dear “nanny.”

“Are you sure I have to do this?” It’s a whining voice, one a child usually resorts to using when they can’t get their way. The man's uncanny ability to mimic a child's voice surely adds to that effect, also.

“Yes, Mr. Heelshire. It's for the best you step outside after so long. Not only have you never helped me with the rat traps, but you’ve never even been in the garden,” you finish with a sigh, already tired from this entire interaction. You’ve read that being cooped up in a place for too long can impact one’s health. That's why you’re trying to get Brahms to at least step outside his home for only a few minutes.

“Well, I don’t want to.” His bratty tone doesn’t match his large, tense frame.

“Come On, Now. Surely I’m not that bad of company,” you retort, not allowing him to try and back out.

“You are when you’re trying to be awful,” is his answer, tone cracking halfway through his sentence.

“Awful or not, your parents entrusted me in your care. This is part of the job. Now you’ll listen, or you won’t get a goodnight kiss. I’ll take it off the list for the day.” This seems to work, as Brahms has no more fighting words to give you. You grab ahold of his hand and start to tug him along to the back door. He follows with no protest, the warmth of his hand making yours sweat slightly.

Opening the door, you lead Brahms onwards, the sound of his heaving breathing and your footfalls echoing about as you both descend the steps. You don’t take him to the garden, instead leading him to one of the rat traps, sticking close to the house. You know he would freak out if you took him too far from his safe space and prison.

“See, Mr. Heelshire? This isn’t terrible now, is it?” He doesn’t respond, instead looking up at one of the many windows of the home. The one that has caught his eye has black smudges around it, evidence of a past fire from many years ago; it was before your time here at the house.

“No. It’s not bad. Thank you, Mr. [Redacted],” is his answer. At the prefix, you huff in amusement.

“Being polite won’t get you flattery, Mr. Heelshire. After all, you never use ‘Mr.’ when referring to me. Ever since the beginning of our time together.” After inhaling and holding it for a moment, you release the breath before turning towards the man. “We can go now. I only wanted you to experience outside without being trapped in that dusty house all the time. I’ve heard it helps with your health.”

With those words, you and Brahms head back inside. You can only hope he’ll allow you to make this a daily thing. You just want what’s best for him.

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[ernelovesslashers]

Slashers w/ Children

(Includes the kids being theirs or not!)

Warning: Very mild suggestive implies, mostly fluff and no cuss words.

Michael Myers: 

Michael didn't want kids running around his house so you both compromised and you took the kids to live in another house

You actually also didn't want the kids to get hurt if michael blacked out and attacked

But every other morning they would tell you they saw a man either out the window, in their room, standing by your door and you knew it was michael

You would leave your door open most times and feel him get in your bed and hold you, thinking you were asleep

You would eventually tell the kids that he was their protector and would be watching over them, not wanting to tell them it was their dad (If you want michael to be the dad)

You could tell they weren't afraid of him and would ask more about him

He did watch them any time he was free just to make sure their safe and that you're safe

He does like the kids but obviously won't admit it 

When the kids would play outside the house, he would manage to get in and do his little imitation stance behind you  until you notice him

Sometimes it gets a little spicy

RZ Michael Myers:

Just like og michael, he would prefer the kids in a separate house but he does visit often and not just breaking in

He does wear his masks around the kids but they love his masks which lead them to making their own trying to be like him

That warms his heart and loves to see how creative they could get

If they were his or not, he did his best to be a good father figure and brought them gifts

You made sure the gifts were appropriate and not bones (it happened once but the kids loved it)

He does see the kids pick up his behaviors he had when he was a child and would inform you about it just so you're aware of the little monsters

Sometimes you catch them all playing, michael could have his mask off and be smiling

You adored him so much for giving them a childhood he wished he had

He loves the kids and will always protect them no matter how much he knows they're more than capable of protecting themselves

Jason Voorhees:

Jason couldn't have children because he's basically half dead but he does adore your children

He doesn't want to scare them so he keeps his distance with them

He does allow you to let them venture around the camp and into the cabins to find little surprises he left which consist of acorns and forage in jars

They believed a forest monster left them and that they were its little wish jars

Sometimes they would catch a glimpse of jason and draw pictures and left them in the camp building for him to find

This grew into a little gift exchange, jason would find their pictures of him and in exchange he leaves a item for them the next day

He loved every picture and kept them in a box or even hung some up in his cabin

He adores your kids and wishes he could approach them without being insecure

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas was a really good father figure to the kids, luda mae was overwhelmed with joy having grandbabies

Hoyt was still a grumpy old man but had a soft spot for the gremlins when they would fetch him his beer with big smiles

Monty likes when they accompany him to the garden and farm, loving the extra help and support

Thomas couldn't care if they were his or not, he loved them more than words could describe

He showed it by letting them rough house with him and he would pretend to lose and act hurt, he loved carrying them around and swinging them around, but he was always as gentle as he could be

The kids loved thomas just as much, cuddling against him when they were sleepy, even going out to find bones and giving it to him

Thomas definitely wants more kids and how he would show you is when you were alone, he would plant kisses all over you til it got to your stomach

“One more?” 

Bubba Sawyer:

He loves your kids but they stress him out

Being in a family like his plus kids would definitely bring chaos 

He’s just worried about their safety, they like to explore the house so he hovers over them to make sure they're not running with sharp bones or his tools

But he loves to have them around and plays with them though he wishes he could talk normally to them but they can pick up on what he's trying to say

His brothers who are usually rough with bubba never dare to be rough with the little ones, you made sure of that

Nubbins loves to take pictures of them holding animal bones or them making something with bone animal and human bones for the house

Chop top would entertain them with his stories 

Drayton loves to pick them up and talk to them but mostly when you're not around to see, any other day he’ll complain while picking up their mess

The Sinclair Brothers

It doesn't matter which brother you're dating, if you got kids they'll treat them as their own kids

They are busy men but they try to spend time with the kids

When you're tired they settle on whos gonna watch them for the day, most likely being Bo or Lester because Vincent doesn't want them in being burned when he's making the wax figures

Bos as gentle as he can be but Lester loves rough housing with the kid(s) to keep them entertained

While Bo is more reserved and doesn't show much affection he does a lot to keep them happy and gifts them small toys or a candy if you allow him

Lester just enjoys spending time with them showing them what he does for the town and his bones

You can count on him for driving them around while you nap or attend to chores

When the kids to see Vincent, he's showing them the new wax sculpture or his old sketches

He definitely encourages their creativity by letting them draw in his unused sketchbooks and makes them crayons to use

You always have a plan for when there tourists around, you have Lester take them back to his house to keep them safe while Bo and Vincent take care of the people

#halloween #halloween 1978 #og michael myers #rz michael myers #rz halloween #friday the 13th #jason voorhees #texas chainsaw massacre #the texas chainsaw massacre #bubba sawyer #leatherface #thomas hewitt #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #horror movies #slasher drabble #ernelovesslashers

[emmyfairy]

Hi love!!! I was wondering if you could possibly write headcanons for Brahms, Thomas Hewitt, bubba sawyer, and Billy loomis & Stu macher with an fem!reader who is Asian and gets harrassed by random strangers during COVID because shes Asian? Fluff pls. I’m not projecting onto the reader at all, lmaooo. A girl out here is struggling

Hi anon, I officially love u for sending in a request 🙂

Request: Hi love!!! I was wondering if you could possibly write headcanons for Brahms, Thomas Hewitt, bubba sawyer, and Billy loomis & Stu macher with an fem!reader who is Asian and gets harrassed by random strangers during COVID because shes Asian? Fluff pls. I’m not projecting onto the reader at all, lmaooo. A girl out here is struggling 

A/N: Okay I tried my best but please know! I am NOT Asian (technically) but I do know what it is like to get harassed and hated on for your heritage, I’m sorry you’ve had such a rough time 🙁- let me know if this is okay/ if ANYTHING is offensive and I will fix it!! (I’ve also never written headcanons before sooooooo)

Brahms

COVID? Pandemic? What on Earth are you talking about silly girl?? 🙃

Let’s be real our lovable wall crawler would hardly understand the pandemic, he never leaves the house after all, even if you try to get it through how awful it all is

He understands it’s something to be scared of, but doesn't really get it ya’know?

Let’s say you get back to the mansion one day after grocery shopping (the local store can’t deliver) and as soon as you walk in the door, you're slamming it behind you with tears in your eyes.

Brahms is immediately concerned, cocking his head and approaching you

Seeing him and all his cuteness just makes you want to cry more 

He wraps you up in his arms, a rare moment of him taking care of you, and carries you over to the couch (groceries be damned) 

After explaining to him what happened, about the cruel things people in town shouted at you, blamed you for, etc. the man was fuming

How could anyone say such things to his love?? His love??? You?? Like you're right there and so perfect, how could anyone just NOT see that?

Brahms can hardly relate to your struggle, he has never been singled out due to his race, but he would try his best to understand and comfort you

This includes lots of pampering and cuddles, ahem, clawfoot bathtub.

Thomas

Sweet Tommy, love of your life, would absolutely tear through anyone that dared utter a single word of offense towards you

That’s just the way it is hun

This man’s down bad for you

Let’s be real, Thomas’ family and you live in the hick side of Texas, people aren't the most open minded there on a normal day y'all sorry

So during the pandemic? A riot in the worst way

You couldn't understand how people could be so mean

At one point you refused to leave the house, it had become so bad, this was past harassment and cruel taunts, the people of this town weren't afraid of grabbing at you.

That is until they see your big hubby 

Little fools sure are running now huh? Big man with the chainsaw is coming for their racist asses

No Tommy you still have to wear a mask… no baby yours isn't enough let's get you a proper one… Tommy… Tommy get back here!!

After properly dealing with the bullies in his charming fashion, Tommy would simply dote on you, I’m talking big game here girl

He’s a shy man, we know, but when you're feeling so hurt and down? All that gets pushed aside for lifting your spirits. 

He puts his chainsaw aside and spends the remainder of the day with you, whether its puttering around the house, taking a shower together, or just hanging out. Maybe y’all cooked some yummy dinner together, all cutesy and shit in the kitchen (i’m jealous of u) and then washed each others hair in the shower

Man is greasy pls scrub him 

Then spend the night cuddled up and smoochin’ 

Bubba

When you tell Bubba about what’s been happening the poor thing gets so sad for you

The Sawyers likely don't believe in modern medicine, and likely think the pandemic isn't real 

Bubba doesn't care if its real or not, what’s real to him is you being upset

He believes the townspeople are mean, look at him for goodness sake, he knows what it’s like to be bullied, even if it is for very different reasons

Bubba will hurt them for you if you want him to, but he’s more likely to just sit and cry with you

If you ask him he’ll comfort you, he’ll bring you something pretty he’s found, maybe a smooth bone or a shiny rock

Billy & Stu

At the beginning of the pandemic these two doofs played off its seriousness, but once people close to them started getting sick it sunk in

Your health was at risk, and being the love of their lives and the object of their obsession they absolutely couldn't let ANYTHING happen to you

I’m talking masks, sanitizer, distancing, everything and more

They felt a bit settled into the routine of the pandemic now, no matter how scary the new normal was, but when they noticed/you told them about the harassment?

Sorry to burst ur bubble racist assholes but u got like 2 seconds to live

Absolutely zero remorse from these two, if anyone even looks at you the wrong way ( or any way really) that’s it, they are a goner 

Once your boys get back from stabby time, its you time baby

You think these other boys spoiled you? ( they did I was there ) get ready for 2x the cuddles, 2x the preening, 2x the pampering, 2x the food, 2x EVERYTHING

Lucky you 

AT the end of the night, you end up totally comforted in your Loomis/Macher sandwich

I hope this was alright! Feel free to request again!

#drabbles #slasher drabble #thomas hewitt drabble #brahms heelshire drabble #stu macher drabble #billy loomis drabble #bubba sawyer drabble #thomas hewitt #bubba sawyer #brahms heelshire #slasher fanfiction #my wriitng #request #slasher fandom #slasher x reader

[batsforbadones]

Yule Tide Drabbles featuring Billy Lenz

Thinking about Billy Lenz right now.... December and what not TW: IMPLIED SA/ Implied Mommy Kink (he’s delusional)

-How easily he's able to tear my clothes off with just one hand. He doesn't like the texture of the fabric. Says I deserve to be cold before he forces me outside, bare chested in the freezing weather, burying his hands deep in the snow before pressing them straight to my chest- forcing my nipples to get unbearably hard. My tits are so small... Or maybe his hands are so big... they completely cover my boobs. His finger tips touch my collar bones. He forces me back in the house in an almost animalistic rush before mounting me and popping my nipples in his mouth. -How much taller he is than me and how much he loves taking advantage of that. He's so quick to throw me onto things just to hear me scream in that split second of terror where I have no bearing on the ground. He likes me being just as frantic as him. -Him spilling hot chocolate on himself in one of his fits and showing me the burn marks. He says they feel nice while picking at the skin. -Him lazily tonguing my clit as we sit in front of the Christmas tree, phasing in and out of sleep. He's in a giving mood, for some reason. It's rare, and I'm not one to squander an opportunity like that. He eats pussy so pretty, so carefully, that it lulls me into a comfortable daze where occasionally, I'll twitch, but that's all. I'm content. -He likes to play house, but especially around the holidays. I'm mommy and he's daddy- but sometimes he's good boy. Poor bastard can't make his mind up and usually ends up fucking me in a frantic fit between degradation and self-degradation. Slurs between 'I'm a fucking brat- I'm a filthy fucking brat- Spank Billy, Mommy! Spank Billy!' and 'You useless fucking skank. My god- tighten up- tighten up-choke my cock with your- your- fucking cuuuunnnnttttt-' are common place in the week leading up to Christmas. -I don't go in the attic on Christmas Eve. I'm afraid of him then. He's my perfect boy otherwise. A little twitchy, a little frantic, loud- and obnoxious, but that's Billy. I love my Billy, and my Billy loves me- Even if there's an hour right before Christmas where he's... Not in the attic, and... A little scary. -It's fine. I can run. -He's always my Christmas gift. -'I know I may be a little- funny, sometimes, but thank you for a memorable Christmas.' He says to me, even though I'm still crying from the hour previous. He's nursing the bruises on my sides as if he hadn't made them. He doesn't bother to hide the sick interest in his eyes. -Yeah. Merry Early Christmas.

#billy lenz x reader #billy lenz drabbles #slasher drabble #slasher fucker #billy lenz x you #slasher x reader #draft clean out 2022 #first person narrative #this one has also been in the drafts for too long

[soupbabe]

Inside His Head (Martin Mathias x Reader)

A look inside Martin's daydreams.

Martin is on my mind and a lot of my favorite scenes are during his vision like daydreams <3

Warning: mentions of blood drinking

Martin loves thinking about you.

There's a lot of thoughts of exploring old castles, chasing you through elaborate mazes, and you calling his name softly while he walks his delivery route every day. Hell, he'd be so distracted he wouldn't notice the odd stares customers give him when they open the door.

Even when he's with you he can't stop him mind wondering whenever it gets quiet. It makes him yearn for moments where the silence is replaced by soft classical music playing instead, his hand being guided by yours in a dance. It makes him smile to himself whenever he imagines how nice you'd look within the soft glow of candlelight. You'd give him a light nudge and ask if you can give him a penny for his thoughts, but Martin just shakes his head, making sure to avoid eye contact so you can't see the dusting of pink adorning his cheeks.

Martin hates to admit it, but he loves how vivid his imagination is when he's hungry. There's no doubt he's thought about your blood before, but it's never with harmful intentions. He likes to think about you offering your blood up to him, giving him a chance of a kind of intimacy that no human can understand. Being able to be someone trustworthy enough to be that close to you, the thought of someone caring so much about him that they'd offer their life to him makes him weak in the knees.

It almost makes him jealous of those vampires from those flashy movies and books. Your his soulmate and to spend eternity with you starts feeling less like a want a more like a need. Martin would do anything if it meant that he could take that extra bite or get you to have a taste of him, but what brings him down to Earth is that vampirism is complicated.

It's not like the magic on the television.

Though for the first time, he really wish it wasn't.

#its more of a ramble than a fic but sjdhsksn Martin <33 #martin x reader #martin mathias x reader #martin 1977 #Martin 1977 x reader #slasher x reader #slasher fic #slasher movie #vampire x reader #slasher content #slasher drabble #slasher fanfiction #slasher imagines #slasher writing

[esse-luv]

just going to say it — it would be pretty cool if people were to send in slasher requests too 💃 if you’re unsure if i write for a specific character, just ask! <3

#esse chats. #horror slashers #slashers #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher oneshot #slasher drabble #michael myers x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelshire x reader

[shedontsmelltoogooddarious]

Terrible studies and cold floors.

A drabble I wrote that's a mix of what I go through and Bella's first month in Hell.

Commander bowed her head in obdeince as she went back to reading from one of many tomes of Leviathan enscribed in flesh. It had been nearly a month since she arrived in Hell, or as she was told by Throat. Hell had no concept of time, save for the prolonging of agony.

She flipped through the pages, the words vile in her eyes. It was almost too much, even for an ex hardened soldier such as herself. The Hell Priest rapt his fingers on the table to gain her attention. "It is important to pay attention, to gain knowledge of being a-"

"Something I never asked for in the first place!"

She shot up from her chair. A pair of blackened eyes stared into her own, and caused her soul to die. "Do not make me regret choosing you, Bella."

For a month, Bella had been witnessing unseen horrors, grotesque mutilations and pure evil. She had been forced to drink his blood, devoure flesh. Her stomach churned. Suddenly, she just had enough. Before Pinhead could stop her, Bella threw the books to the floor as they released a pained oomph and cursed her as she fell to her ass and screamed.

A pair of heels clicked softly as The Hell Priest made his way around the table, stopping before her as she refused to look at him from her knees. He could see that was shaking, choking back sobs as her mind was overwhelmed. How could he have missed this? He too went through something similar, but in silence behind closed doors. Gingerly he lowered himself to sit on the cold stone floor.

"Take your time before you speak, but know that I am not angered by your actions…"

Bella peered at him, her body still scrunched together.

"I should be apologizing for placing so much pressure on you in so little time."

He offered her his hand, but it was rejected as she hid her face once more. "I..I can't take this anymore-"

Her words were barely above a whisper. Pinhead nodded softly, his eyes ever so watchful. She felt naked in front of him.

"That is understandable. You will become accustomed to Hell, but you don't have to bring direct pain onto others."

Bella was listening. She watched the Hell Priest move to only lay down as he closed his eyes. She did the same, her pale eyes watching him as his face was peaceful. "Shhhhh."

Pinhead made the sound as Bella closed her eyes as well. They lay across from each other, listening to drips against stone and fire crackling in torch light. Gingerly, she reached to touch his hand, grasping it as Pinhead gently squeezed hers in return.

They would remain there until Bella was ready to continue, and the Hell Priest would explain to her what the text truly meant.

#Hellraiser #hellraiser fanfiction #hellraiser fic #cenobite #pinhead #pinhead fanfiction #pinhead fanfic #pinhead fic #hellraiser fandom #slasher fandom #slasher fic #slasher fanfic #slasher drabble #dbd #dead by daylight #dead by daylight fanfiction #dead by daylight fic #angst fic #drabble #writeblr

[toxicanonymity]

rat in a cage.

1.2k, m!ghostface x f!reader | slasher master

A/N: This is NOT the Every Inch ghostface/universe. This is a completely standalone one shot. SUMMARY: Ghostface is pursuing you. When you both get trapped in a lab on campus, you make a temporary truce. WARNINGS: I8+ Dubcon P in V, cockwarming, degradation, choking, creampie, lab rats in the building, huddling for warmth lmaoo, reader can sit on him and be partially lifted.

Before you realized you were both trapped in the building, you got into a scuffle and caused his knife to fall down a drain in the floor. He got on top of you, pinned you with his weight, and choked you, but it wasn't a choke to kill. His gloved hand was applying just enough pressure in just the right places to feel good. That's when it hit you that he didn't want to kill you. He could've snapped you like a twig from that position if he wanted. You smiled, and he released your throat. “Mm,” you sighed. “take off your mask if ya wanna kiss me that bad.”

Ghostface tilted his head and looked at you. The voice modulator kicked in. “what makes you think I want that filthy mouth on me?” He grabbed your jaw and squeezed your mouth open. He brought his other gloved hand to your lips and gagged you with two gloved fingers.

"I asked you a question," he prodded.

"I 'unno" you mumbled into his fingers and reached for his crotch, trying to wedge your hand between your torsos. His fingers slid out of your mouth and his hand flew to your wrist to stop you. He pinned your hands above your head, one of his gloves wet with your saliva.

“You don't wanna kill me,” you breathed.

You seemed to have him at a loss for words. He was a different guy without his knife -- still menacing, but not lethal.

“Not tonight." He got up and left you on the ground. He swiftly made for the exit, robe trailing behind him.

But the door was locked. Awkward.

—

Now you've been trapped long enough that he’s run out of clever, taunting things to say, so he just doesn't talk. The main sound is lab rats squeaking and trying to burrow for warmth in their enclosure. It's cold in this building. You don't have sleeves and your legs are bare, too.

Ghostface sits against the wall with his knees up. You're shivering in a corner by yourself, replaying your interactions with Ghostface in your mind. Has he ever really, truly hurt you? He's had chances to kill you. Why didn't he? Your teeth start chattering.

Eventually he sighs and says "Get over here." You look at him, pondering it. He opens his arms and adds, “This offer expires in thirty seconds.”

You scurry over to him, planning to sit between his knees but he straightens his legs out so they're together, and he lifts up his robe for you to get underneath. He's wearing joggers and a matching sweatshirt underneath. You're more scantily clad. "Why don't you just give me the robe," you ask.

"Don't press your luck," he answers.

You duck under his robe and straddle his thighs with your knees on the floor. "You're gonna wanna get closer than that, little rat."

You scoot forward and he lets the robe down on top of you. It's a little heavier and warmer than you imagined. When he's chasing after you, it moves like it weighs nothing.

It's pitch black under his robe. He wraps his arms around you and hugs you into him so your crotch meets his. You gasp when you feel the shape of his warm package against your crotch. "Feel somethin’ ya like?" He asks.

"You're warm," you answer, laying your cheek on his chest with your eyes closed under his robe. "Who are you?"

His laugh is as dark as it is quiet.

You tuck your arms under your chest and he keeps his arms wrapped around you. He smells good. A woodsy, minty scent. He caresses you as he holds you. God, he feels like. . .a man. A real man. His breaths get deeper, his chest rising under you. It happens gradually, but at some point there's no mistaking the bulge you're sitting on is hard, and it's for you. He brings his arms into the robe. His gloved hands pull your skirt up over your ass with a soft grunt not caught by the voice changer. Then he takes his gloves off.

His hands are huge and warm on your bare ass cheeks. He kneads them and his hips lift under you, the swell of his hard cock making you dizzy with need under the pitch black darkness of his robe. You sigh and he wedges a finger under your pointless little thong and snaps it. You reach back to un-wedge it from your ass cheeks and when you pull it out, he slips his finger between your ass and the garment. He slides his finger all the way down, under you, until he reaches your wet little hole. You're beginning to gush.

He sighs, then the voice changer says - "You're making a mess on me, princess."

He lifts you with a grunt, then pulls his joggers down under his cock. He sets you back down, angling you strategically so your front meets his smooth, thick shaft. It's throbbing and burning hot, right between your legs. You sigh. His hands return to your ass and he moves your body, grinding you against his hard cock a few times.

Then, to your horror, you help him take it further. You pull your thong to the side as he lifts you and notches himself at your entrance. You whimper as your cunt swallows his tip, then your body spreads itself apart for him as you sink down his thick shaft. Ghostface shudders and you gasp when your bodies are flush.

“Good,” he whispers in a deep, human voice. Your body accommodates him and you get even wetter. You begin to move, needing to fuck yourself on his cock, but he holds you down and makes you still. “Sit,” he commands at full volume ghostface voice. “Stay.” The hair on your neck stands up.

You sit still on his cock.

“Good,” he says, then adds, "Hmm." He pats your head where it rests on his shoulder.

You sit there in his lap, wrapped around the body of this man, in total darkness under his robe, absolutely full of his cock. You relax enough that you begin to get sleepy. You yawn.

You sit there for what feels like an eternity. You feel stretched out, even after you relax. Your walls occasionally twitch around him, and his cock throbs and moves inside you. You’re cozy under his robe, comfortable in his arms, and throbbing on his cock. The warmth of his robe and the feeling of his arms around you lull you to sleep.

Almost as soon as you drift off, he thrusts his hips up and jolts you awake with the punch of his cock. He braces one hand on the floor and has the other arm around you. He leans back so you're held against his chest and he's fucking up into you. He grunts and sighs and the modulator harshly spits, “yeah, you're a good little bitch.”

He keeps fucking you from the bottom, and you feel a heat bubbling in the pit of your belly as his big cock pistons into you. Then he holds you tight against him and fucks you slower, grinding your pubic bone against his, and it's rubbing your clit and making you spasm. "You like that?" He asks.

“Oh, baby,” he breathes, then his voice is changed again. “Gonna make me cum if you're not careful.”

His words make you clench down as you see stars. You moan into his sweatshirt, and the pleasure pulses from your clit as your whole body jerks and your cunt chokes his cock. You're not finished coming when Ghostface holds you down.

You try to get off him, but he holds you down harder and erupts, filling you with his hot seed. You can't deny how good it feels with him pulsing inside you as your own climax wanes. At least you're alive, you think. At least Plan B exists.

When you begin to get off his cock, he doesn't let you. He keeps you plugged, impaled on him, long enough that you both fall asleep.

----

thank you for reading. my main ghostface series, unrelated to this one shot, is Every Inch.

i have a michael blurb with a kinda similar premise here. idk why i'm into this scenario but i guess i am lol.

#ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #ghostface drabble #ghostface imagine #ethan landry x reader #ghostface smut #tw dubcon #cw dubcon #toxicanonymity ☠️ #scream x reader #slasher smut #ghostface ☠️

[suiana]

✎ yandere! slasher who's a mass murderer and doesn't discriminate when he kills people! he doesn't care about your gender, height... nothing! as long as he deems you a 'bad' person you're dead :3

✎ yandere! slasher who killed one of your friends because he was actually a big pervert who took nude photos of you?1!1! wait whys he kinda... 🤤

✎ yandere! slasher who didn't expect to be chased around by you after your friend's death. wait he's a killer! a killer! why are you fawning after him-?!

✎ yandere! slasher who's the traumatized while you're the traumatizer 😈😈 #couplegoals fr because you should get yourself a big scary looking man who's actually a huge softie on the inside. plus he also gets flustered by all of your acts of affection and that's extra cute!!

"..."

"why are you just staring at me like that?"

"..."

"say something!!!"

you frown at the killer as he shrugs and wipes the blood off his knife. you stare in horror as the blood drips to the ground, staining your newly cleaned floor. he then comes close to you, pointing the knife at your chest before making a series of rapid stabbing motions near your chest area.

however, you merely rolled your eyes at the killer, stepped close to him and stared at the holes in his bloody mask. seriously! the nerve that he had to just come into your home and do such a thing! you had to teach him a lesson.

"baby we've talked about this!"

you sigh as you push the knife away with your finger.

"don't come in the house with blood all over yourself! it's so hard to get rid of it!"

you let out an irritated click of the tongue as your frown deepens. the slasher only let's out a whine in response as he looks at you. to be honest it was hard to stay mad at him, especially when he's this adorable.

thinking about it, he's like a giant puppy. cute and adorable on the inside but big and scary on the outside. you looked at the masked male as he desperately tries to make up some reason as to why he forgot. but it doesn't matter, you weren't listening anyways. how could you? you were too focused on the fact that he came into your house and stained the floor with blood! right after you finished mopping too!

you couldn't let this slide.

"mop the floor and I'll forgive you."

you huff as you turn away from him. you then made your way to your bedroom as the male sighs in relief, thankful that it was all you asked him to do. but he forgot the fact that blood was hard to get rid of. especially when he had stepped all over your living room and made a mess everywhere.

"...this is gonna take forever."

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere slasher #yandere slasher x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

[semiweirdshipper]

Slashers' as fathers with a child/reader. (Comfort drabbles for anyone like me who has daddy issues).

Notes: 100% NON-ROMANTIC. Platonic love only. Non-binary reader. The reader is less than ten years old (you decide the age). Freddy is alive and NOT a pedophile.

I'm a little embarrassed that I made this but I can't deny that it does comfort me and make me feel better. If it makes you happy as well, then I'm glad. Thank you for reading. I hope you have a nice day.

...

Freddy

He was sleeping in his bed when he felt something nudge his arm, the soft callings of your voice quickly rousing him from his slumber. "Daddy? Daddy, please wake up."

Paternal instincts demanding that he instantly wake to check and see if you were okay, Freddy sat up and opened his eyes. Immediately the sight of you standing beside the bed in your pajamas with a sad, frightened look on your face greeted him, and he reached out to gently brush a hand through your messy hair.

"What's the matter, sweetie? Is everything okay?" He asked, gazing around for potential danger.

You whimpered, your little hands anxiously fiddling together as you say sadly, "I... I had a nightmare and I... I got scared."

Relaxing a bit, Freddy sat up all the way in bed and lifted his arms out towards you, "Oh sweetie, come here."

Stepping forward and lifting your arms, you whimper whenever your dad pulled you sideways onto his lap and held you close. He kissed the top of your head and gently patted your back. "Thought I told you not to be having those?" He mumbled.

"I know, but... It was so scary and I-I didn't like it," You whined, burying yourself into the divine safety of his chest, his scent familiar and comforting.

"Shh, shh," Freddy rubbed soothing circles against your back while hugging you securely against him, always prepared to fight all of your demons away- even if your demons were as simple as nightmares. "It's okay, sweetie. You're alright. Daddy's got ya. Everything's gonna be okay."

"Ok..." You whisper, still snuggled against him. He was so comforting and safe. "Daddy? I'm thirsty. Will you get me some juice, please?"

"You want juice?" Freddy tickled your nose causing you to giggle, "Hm?"

"And a story?" You smile at him hopefully.

"And a story? Well, aren't you spoiled," Freddy smiled back and leaned down to nuzzle your forehead, "Sure, sweetie, let's get you some juice."

Grinning at his compliance, you lean forward and give him a big hug. He hugs you back, and it feels so nice and comforting that you feel as if you could go to sleep right then and there.

Freddy holds your hand as he takes you to the kitchen to get you some juice. Then he grabs a book from a shelf and sits down in his arm chair with you sitting in his lap with your blanket and juice in clutch. He reads to you the short story as many times as you want until you've finished your beverage and declared that you were tired again.

"Can I sleep with you, daddy? Please," You ask, fidgeting in the hopes that you wouldn't have to sleep in the dark alone by yourself again tonight.

Freddy doesn't have the heart to tell you "no", so he nods and ruffles your hair, "As long as you promise not to have anymore nightmares. Promise?"

"I promise, daddy," You say happily, crawling into bed with him and immediately going to snuggle into his chest, "I love you."

Freddy kisses your head and tucks you both in with a blanket, one arm wrapping around you to hold you against him. Warm, safe, and comfortable. "Love you too, sweetie. Now get some sleep and, this time, have 'good' dreams."

Bo Sinclair + Uncle Vincent and Lester

"Hey Les, you seen (y/n) around?" Bo asked as he approached Lester's truck.

Lester gave him a look that he came to dread. "Yeah, they're on back with Vincent. Why?"

Relieved by your assured safety, Bo placed his hands on his hips and stared hard at the ground. Guilt chewed on him like a hungry wolf, and shame became a permanent dark cloud hanging all around him. "I-I messed up, Les," He admitted, shaking his head.

Lester raised his eyebrows in suspicion, "What'a ya mean?"

"Yesterday, I... I messed up," Bo huffed, dragging a rough hand through his hair, "An' now they ain't talkin' to me, and I... I just... Uh."

"Oh, so that's why the little critter wanted to spend the night," Lester chuckled and petted his dog's head fondly, "An' here I was hopin' I was the new favorite uncle. Guess I ain't, huh?"

Bo ignored him as he thought about what happened yesterday. He had been angry for reasons unrelated to you, and when you had tried to get his attention he snapped and yelled at you. Even though "what" was all he yelled, he could still tell how much he scared you and hurt your feelings. Now you wouldn't go around him. Gosh, he didn't mean to do it, he just... He was just an idiot.

Lester frowned at him as if noticing his distress, "Well hell, if it's botherin' ya to the pits then why don't ya go talk to them? You are their daddy after all, ain't ya?"

Yes. Yes he was your dad. And no child should ever have to be afraid of their dad.

Making his ultimate decision, Bo adjusted his hat and began stomping away, "Gotta go."

He found you in the house eating snacks with Vincent. When you noticed he was there, you looked at him and then quickly bowed your head like... like you were afraid of him. And it broke Bo's heart. Good grief, what had he done?

Pulsing with regret, guilt and shame, Bo slowly approached you and knelt down beside your chair, "Hey there, little critter bug. What'cha eating?"

You were hesitant, keeping your face averted as you timidly mumble, "Grapes."

"Ooh, yummy, can I have some?" He lifted his hands out, uncertain of where and when he should start explaining himself.

Sadness and uncertainty decorated your face as you lifted out the bowl to him. Vincent seemed to understand what his brother was doing, and he stood up to leave and give you some privacy.

As he ate some grapes, Bo was surprised to hear you quietly ask, "Daddy... Are... Are you still mad at me?"

"Oh..." He straightened his posture, set the bowl aside and reached out to gently grasp your shoulder, "Oh, (y/n), I was never mad at ya, I just... I was just havin' a bad day and I..."

Bo sighed, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently in reassurance, "Look, critter bug, I didn't mean to yell at ya, and I definitely ain't mad at ya. I just... Daddy made a mistake, and I'm so, so sorry, (y/n). I promise... I'll never yell at you again. I promise."

Your eyes glistened as you looked at him as if in debate. Bo's throat was dry as he waited for your reaction, the negativity and guilt nearly driving him insane.

Instead of saying anything, you spread your arms and lift them upwards. Bo sighed quietly in relief and went to scoop you into his arms, his aching chest slowly beginning to calm down. He still felt guilty for how he made you feel, and he wasn't lying when he promised that he would never ever make you feel that way again.

Michael + Aunt Laurie

You were both trick-or-treating and having a good evening on Halloween. Michael alternated between carrying you on his back, on his hip, or simply holding your hand while walking. It warmed his heart to see how happy and excited you were, your candy-bag becoming overloaded with sweet treats.

He decided to stop at Lauries for a quick break and some refreshment. You ran back out while he was still inside. It only felt like a minute before he followed your footsteps and soon came to a scene that made his blood boil and his eyes widen.

You were laying on your back against the sidewalk, small, frightened cries spilling from your lips. In the direction you were staring, Michael caught a glimpse of a group of teenagers quickly running away. They must have done something to you. But what?

"D-daddy," You cried as he quickly walked over to you, and you skittered to get to your feet.

Michael barely got to check you over for damage before you were wrapping your arms around his waist and crying into his belly. "They pushed me and stole my candy," You whined loudly against him, "I-I just wanted to be friends, b-b-but they stole my candy. Ehh, daddy, daddy, what do I do? They stole my candy."

Anger invaded every nerve within Michael's body as he held you close protectively. How dare anyone treat you this way. How could they? You were the nicest, sweetest little angel. What was their problem? Michael's eyes burned with the memory of those teenage scum and the direction they fled.

Hearing your loud sniffles, Michael gently coaxed you back and knelt down. Slipping off his mask, he reached out, cupped your cheek and used his jumpsuit sleeve to wipe away your tears and snot. Then he used sign-language to ask if you were okay.

You nodded and cried in great sadness, "But they stole my candy. Wh-why did they do that, daddy? I-I just wanted to be friends."

Michael quickly explained to you how those teenagers were obviously bullies. This same experience happened to him too when he was your age. Everything was going to be alright. They would get you more candy. Calm down. Everything was going to be alright.

Slowly you began to calm down, your sobs and whines diminishing. Michael pulled you into his arms and hauled you against his hip so that he could take you into the house. You stayed attached to him the whole time, and he refused to let you go. Frustration still burned inside him, and he was overwhelmed with the urge to protect and comfort you/his child.

Laurie was there to save the day, thankfully, offering you all of the candy she hadn't yet given out and putting on a fun movie for you to watch.

You were snuggled up against your dad on the couch, your mood significantly eased as he rubbed your head and back and offered you pieces of candy. For the most part you forgot about the incident, but Michael certainly hadn't.

Let's just say that, by tomorrow, you would have your stolen candy back.

Hannibal

He had taken a leave of absence from work so that he could better take care of you while you were sick. It wasn't anything serious; just a small cold. The nurse from your school had sent you home earlier due to a sore throat and a fever. Hannibal had rushed to get you as quickly as he could.

Once he got you home, he had you take a bath and get dressed into your pajamas. You complained of throat and stomach pain, and you had irritated sinuses. He gave you some medication and told you to lie down while he made you some special soup that would soothe your tummy.

As he was cooking, he heard your tiny footsteps echoing from the hallway, and he turned to see your sleepy figure approaching, "Daddy?"

"Yes, my child, what is it?" He asked, setting his cutting knife aside.

"My tummy hurts so bad," You pouted, your voice beginning to sound scratchy, "And I don't feel good. I wanna be with you."

Hannibal grabbed a kleenex from the counter and knelt down to gently clean your messy nose, "I know. And that is precisely why you should be sleeping."

"But I can't sleep," You whimper, looking at him with sad, tired owl eyes, "I wanna be with you. Please, daddy? Let me stay with you."

Hannibal tilted his head at you, his brows lifting in debate. While he would rather you be getting some decent rest, he knew that you were young and still filled with energy even whilst you were sick. He didn't have much left to do cooking wise either, so he figured that having you stay around wouldn't harm anything.

"Alright then," Hannibal leaned forward and picked you up, swiftly positioning you on his hip and supporting you with one arm so that he could use the other to cook with.

You held onto his neck while resting your head against his shoulder, your eyes mostly shut as you listened to the sound of his heart beat. Safety and warmth enveloped you making you feel much, much better than what you had before. Your dad was always so cozy and comforting.

Hannibal was able to finish cooking dinner with you on his hip the entire time. Once it was time to eat, he set you down on a chair and made you a drink and a bowl of soup. You ate quietly which worried him a little, but he knew it was just because you weren't feeling good.

"Feeling better?" He asked when you were finished.

You smiled and nodded at him, "Mhm, it was real yummy. Thank you, daddy."

"You're welcome, my child," He reached out and gently squeezed your cheek before taking your bowl and cleaning it, "I don't suppose telling you to get back in bed will do any good, will it?"

Your pitiful whimper was enough of an answer. Hannibal chuckled, dried his hands and went to pick you up again, holding you close as he carried you to the living room. "A movie it is then."

"Can Will come over?" You asked, grinning.

Hannibal gave you a look, "I'm beginning to believe that you're not sick at all."

...

All good fathers' should fight their child's nightmares away, not be the reason why they have them.

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[ernelovesslashers]

The Same Amount Of Fucked

Child! RZ Michael Myers

  Warnings: Cussing!! Gore, Psych ward, violence, murder, dead animals/bodies, stuff like that! No smut!!! Just short fucked up fluff

 You and Michael have been friends since kindergarten. You grew used to going over to his house and being greeted with insults, yelling, sexual remarks, and even the smell of alcohol mixed with musk. It was a way to have company around, your father was absent and your mom actually knew Ms. Myers from previous jobs together. 

  You and Michael would get into mischief all the time but never faced consequences with Ms. Myers, she would think of any excuse to keep you both walking freely instead of in a ward. 

  You did feel kind of bad how much she stood up for you but her constant reminders of “being like my own” made you a bit happier. She made sure you felt like you belonged just as much as she did Michael. 

  But today was definitely gonna be fucked. The principal found a lot of stuff in Michael's backpack and you were called in to get more view on the situation.

  “Yeah those are all mine I.. Didn't have room in my backpack and asked if he could hold it in his. He didn’t do-” 

  “They’re kids! Kids do stupid stuff and some kids like to look at dead things but there isn't anything wrong with them!” Ms Myers shouted at the principal. You couldn’t really give an explanation without her interrupting to defend you and Michael.

  With a frustrated sigh from the principal, he dismissed you and you went to go sit with Michael but he wasn't there. You go out and into the woods where you and him usually hang out and sure enough he was there.

  You decided to sneak up on him and scare him but getting close enough, you see a bloody Weasley kid in front of him. 

  “Holy shit Michael!” you couldn't help almost shouting, no doubt scaring the shit out of him in the process 

  “Jesus! what the hell are you doing here?!” He turned to you. He had his mask on but you could tell he was frustrated. You stared at the body in disbelief but weren’t as shocked as anyone would be. 

“Uhh, I was looking for you. Wanna go to the gas station and take some junk?” you tore your gaze away from the body finally and looked up at Mikey. He pulled his mask off and frowned his eyebrows in confusion. 

  “Obviously, lets go” 

You both cover Weasley's body with leaves before ditching him. Sometimes Michael would question why you never reacted to his actions the way others would, he never understood you. You didn't even bring up the murder he did! As ironic as it is, you were odd to him. He loved you though, possibly more than he loved his family.

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[heartfullofleeches]

femboy creep reader would def have one of those dentist teddy bears... but with real teeth that they took found

Some boys like roses, some like plies of teeth and bones left at their doorstep to use for their special art projects.

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"I've sent you flowers, meals, my credit card information, even my medical records and samples of my blood when you asked - why won't you go out with me!"

Blocked. Didn't even send a full pint like you asked. You'll never have enough blood to finish that painting tucked away in your closet at this rate. Rolling onto your side, a knock at your window weeps away the brief flicker of tranquility you felt at ridding yourself of another parasite chasing after your tail. When will they learn that sweet gestures like those just aren't enough for a boy anymore?

Crawling out of bed, you walk over to window and take a peak outside. The thick layer of glass muffles footsteps growing fainter in the distance. Unlocking the latch, you open and lean out the window in an attempt to get a better look at them - knocking over the wrapped box left on the sill in the process.

"A gift?" It's not an entirely uncommon occurrence. You're used to them being left on your doorstep, but this was new. Long as they aren't trying to break in you can't really complain. You're tempted to throw it right out, but the wrapping paper- what a gorgeous shade of red. You pick at the tape as you walk back over to your bed, intending to salvage the paper for later use. The box pops as you peel back the final piece seeming to have none taped to the cardboard itself. You look inside. A fluffy brown bear looks back. You'd like to say they were smiling, but it would be pretty hard for them to do so with that giant hole in their mouth. A note sits on its little tummy, held in place by its tiny claws. You read aloud it to yourself.

"Have fun, pretty boy~ Got more for you on the way if you're willing to keep me around.

Much Love, your secret admirer."

The box was definitely heavier than the weight of a plush bear. Lifting your new friend out of the box, another prize awaits. You run your fingers over the eggshell colored object, trailing them downwards till you reach imperfections in its smooth surface. Sockets, nostrils, teeth. You toss the bear onto the bed and pull the second object out. A pair of pliers at the bottom of the box next to a photograph builds up the excitement fluttering in your stomach. Scooping the bear up in your arms, its jaws fall slack - a second note lodged in the back of its mouth.

"Call me. ;)"

You snuggle the bear to your chest- retrieving your phone from the nightstand.

"This is more like it. Don't worry, little guy. I'll give you all your teeth back- then we'll send whoever sent you a nice thank you message."

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[emmyfairy]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write some head-cannons about giving the slashers the silent treatment for Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Billy & Stu, Vincent Sinclair

Thank you!!!

Requested

Hi I’m Em and I am in love with Vincent Sinclair (i’m imagining all ya’ll saying ‘hi em’)

reblog if you enjoy! any other ideas?

Uh oh, big boys are in the dog house. What are they like when their lovely gives them the silent treatment? 

Bubba

As soon as you skip your usual “Good Morning” he’s in tears

Once you step out of the bathroom, fresh faced and ready for a day of ignoring your man, he’s in your personal space, whining and crying, a fistful of wildflowers gripped tightly in his hand, roots still shaking dirt onto the floor

You'd have to clean that up so….

Honestly, just take the flowers and forgive him sweetie, he’s just gonna cry and whinge until you do, and no he won't admit he did anything wrong because he doesn't care

Not in a bad way, but your anger is too distracting for him to remember properly 

Thomas

Notices right away

Is worried right away

He’s so used to and in love with your babbling, nodding his head along with you, so when it’s sudden radio silence, when all of a sudden you won't even look at him? Instant heartbreak

Did he do something? Say something? Did someone else? Don’t you love him anymore?

It hasn't even been an entire day and you have this 6’5 hulking giant of a man literally at your feet

Im serious, after a few hours he can't stand it, bails on his chores, finds you and immediately drops to his knees, hugging your legs and burying his face in your tummy

He only peels himself away when he feels your hand start running through his hair (i've decided no one can stay mad at him he’s too soft)

After you coax him off of his knees the two of you have an open conversation and communicate your feelings in a healthy way, solving all the problems and boom sunshine and rainbows baby

Billy & Stu

We all know these two share a brain cell, and once ya’ll are together its split amongst you three

They do NOT catch onto your mood for a whileee

Honestly it’s probably one of your friends, or even your mom, that clues them in

They’re used to you being a bit on the quiet side, heaven knows the pair can entertain each other for hours with dumb boy stuff, and they spend their nights, well, ya’know…

When they do realize your unhappiness and silence these boys go the wallet route

Im talking flowers, chocolate, nice dinner, shoes, that outfit you were eyeing at the mall last week, and more flowers

You do eventually forgive them, but they honestly aren't much wiser afterwards

Vincent

Ngl he doesn't notice at first, not in a bad way, it’s just he gets so invested in his art

There are many nights he stays in his workshop, meddling away at his latest project, often skipping meals unless you bring them to him

I love this man okay, but baby can be a little bit of an airhead at times

Bo and Lester have both noticed by now and let’s just say dinner time is Awkward✨ 

By now Vinny is catching onto your cold shoulder 

Good thing he wears that mask because if you could see the pout on his lil face? All anger would be gone with the wind

Vince doesn’t really know what to do, his brothers sure as hell aren't helpful, so he does the only thing he can think of

Art, art and groveling 

He sketches a portrait of you, far too well done to be a quick one, and it almost encaptures how gorgeous he thinks you are

Once the sketch is in your hands, he’s slipping into bed with you, not bothering to move the covers, just smooshing against you, every inch of him on every inch of you, holding you close

When you look down to where he is parasitically attached to your chest, his eye is shining so sadly, there is no way you could stay mad at him

He’s just too cute, sorry I don't make the rules

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[coryosbaby]

18+, MDNI !!

Thinkin’ of dry humping Tommy <3 waking up in the middle of the night, sleepy and clad in nothing but a pink slip and a pair of oversized socks. Tommy sound asleep as your little cunny pools with wetness at the wet dream you had. This is a common occurence, so it isn’t all that unusual when you hook your leg over Tommy’s much larger one and place your desperate pussy on him.

It arouses him from his sleep, and he lets out a tiny groan as you begin to desperately grind down.

“Tommy..” you whine out, leaving a wet patch on his thigh. But he doesn’t care about that— no, not at all. Just wraps his big arm around you, presses his leg closer to you, and lets you fuck yourself on him.

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