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stabbing-in-the-dark · 1 year

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Giving Slashers flowers!!!

This post will include RZ Michael Myers, Jason, Billy Lenz, Thomas Hewitt, and Brahms Heelshire. Reader is gn or male. We're just starting to write so please be kind.

RZ Mikey

[Cue silent head tilt]

He understands the sentiment behind the gesture, but doesn't get why you'd give him flowers.

Poor guy doesn't think he deserves them :(

Will probably dry and/or press the flowers and incorporate the dried petals into his masks, and might even make you a mask of your own as a 'thank you' (wear it around him he will be ecstatic, even if he doesn't show it)

You had just come home from the grocery store, armfuls of stuff in your grip as you carry them to the kitchen. "Hey Michael, I'm home!" You figured he knew it was you anyway but you definitely wouldn't wanna be mistaken for an intruder.

Michael eventually wanders into the kitchen to see what you brought home (hes secretly hoping you brought candy, he has a hell of a sweet tooth). When he sees the bouquet of flowers, he picks them up and tugs at your sleeve. Holding them up with his head tilted as if to say, "What's with these?"

"Oh! Those are for you, Mikey." You smile up at him. He stands there for a moment, seemingly thinking before nodding and walking away, flowers in hand.

A few weeks later Michael walks up to you with a colourful mask, putting it in your lap and staring at you. You pick it up and inspect the details, realizing he had dried the flowers you gave him and used them as part of the mask.

You smile and stand, giving him a tight hug which he awkwardly reciprocates, then put on your mask. "Its beautiful, Michael, thank you."

Jason Voorhees

When i tell you this man will just about sob from joy-

The fact that you love him and want to be around him is already more than he's ever hoped for but you bringing him flowers? Swoon

You will absolutely get a massive bear hug cuz i know for a fact this momma's boy is a hugger

You had decided to go for a little hike around the camp while Jason was off setting his traps. It was a beautiful day and you didn't wanna waste it indoors.

While on this hike you collected the wildflowers and wild blueberries along the trail, as a little gift for Jason. By the time you got back to the cabin, you had a proper fistful of flowers and maybe a pint of the blueberries, lucky you! You got to the sweet berries before the deer did.

When Jason finally got back you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek of his hockey mask and the little bouqet. "I picked you some flowers, handsome!" Jason takes them gingerly and grabs a mug, filling it with water to use as a vase.

Once he sets the flowers in the mug he turns back to you and scoops you up in a firm but careful bear hug, muffled sniffles echoing from under his mask. "Thank you, love." He signs after gently setting you back down on your feet. You smile and take his hand, "I also picked some blueberries, wanna help me make some muffins?" He nods eagerly as you lead him to the kitchen.

Billy Lenz

Lets be real this gremlin of a man would try to eat them if you'd let him. (Dude 100% has an oral fixation and 0 sense of self control)

Will cling to you even more than usual. Mans is a cuddler through and through.

"Pretty Boy brought Billy a gift!!!"

Will also happy stim as he rambles about how sweet you are and probably brag about you to your cat (writing this as if yall aint in the sorority house) "Billy has the sweetest boyfriend ever!"

"Billy, I'm home!" You call as you walk in the door. You head up to your room to see billy laying on the bed with your cat, holding it above him and giggling loudly. "Havin fun cutie? I picked up some new sweaters for you, nice n' soft just how you like." He smiles up at you and places the cat down. "Pretty [y/n] always picks the best sweaters." He states as he sits up.

"I also got you something else."

"Surprise for Billy?"

"Yes, surprise for Billy." You pull the flowers from behind your back, earning a delighted squeal and some happy wiggles from your boyfriend. He quickly snatched them from your hand and shoved his face into the vibrant blossoms, only to sneeze immediately.

(I AM A BILLY LENZ KITTEN SNEEZE TRUTHER YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE)

You laugh softly at his antics and give him a kiss on the forehead. "Why dont I put these in a vase, then we can cuddle n watch some cartoons?"

"Yes please!!!" Billy grins, picking up the cat and following you back downstairs.

Thomas Hewitt

Will probably also cry tbh, another momma's boy who thrives off of affection

You'll probably need to tell Hoyt off though cuz he's gonna dog on Tommy for bein a pansy or some shit

But really this man is so whipped for you he's going to cherish anything you give him.

He's sentimental for sure so i see him asking Luda to press any flowers you give him to keep forever

You were just finishing up setting the beartraps around the Hewitt property when you noticed some wildflowers in the treeline.

After setting the last trap you headed over to the patch of flowers, picking a handful and binding them with some twine from your pocket. Satisfied with your little bouqet, you made your way back to the house.

"Tommy's upstairs in y'all's room, honey." Luda called from the kitchen as you walked in. "Alright Luda, I'll be back in a bit to help with supper." With that you scampered upstairs and into your room.

"Tommy baby? Ya in here?" You hear a grunt and smile, walking up to the large man and hugging him. "Brought you a lil gift, love."

You hand Thomas the flowers, which he takes and inspects curiously before setting them down and kissing your forehead, mumbling a raspy, slightly choked 'thank you.'

Brahms Heelshire

This dude just gets so flustered.

He spent 2 decades in the fucking walls a kind gesture would absolutely kill him

Will be even clingier the rest of the day. Don't bother trying to do anything he will have a death grip on your waist to cuddle you.

Brahms is definitely still very childish when it comes to passtimes, may ask you to put the flowers in his hair or something (lowkey an excuse to have you play with his hair.) [Please play with his hair he will melt]

Whilst taking care of the rat traps you decided to pick some of the clover blossoms growing next to the foundation of the mansion. You dont really leave the house, so small activities like this gave you some variety in your day.

As soon as you had finished up outside it had started to rain. You curse quietly to yourself and dash inside.

"Brahmsy! Im done outside, what should we do for lunch?" You call as you take off your shoes; You didn't want to track mud in the house after all.

"Could we have that pasta with the chicken and herbs? I quite like that." The masked man replies, seemingly appearing from thin air. "What are the flowers for, sweetest?"

"Oh! Theyre for you, Brahms. I thought they were pretty." You smile at him and hand him the flowers.

"F-For me?" You can see his left ear turn a bit pink, and you giggle.

"Of course darling, I wanted to do something to make you smile."

Brahms scoops you up and squeezes you tight. "Thank you, dove. That's so kind of you."

#billy lenz #michael myers #thomas hewitt #brahms heelshire #jason vorhees #slasher lover #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #slashers x male reader #brahms heelsire x reader #billy lenz x male reader #michael myers x reader #jason vorhees x reader #thomas hewitt x reader

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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They’re so ✨SKRUNKLY: 🥺🥺🥺

#my boys #my favorite slashers #slasher #slasher lover #slasher meme #horror fan #the sinclair brothers #Bo Sinclair #vincent sinclair #Lester sinclair #rusty nail #jason voorhees #micheal myers

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horror102 · 10 months

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Un-perfect?

(Patrick Bateman X Fem! Reader)

TW!! Angst, crying, manipulation, abandonment, murder, kissing.

You look down at your watch, you picked out a necklace for you and Patrick’s hundredth date he assured you, you both should go on.

He ushered you to go and pick out a necklace for he didn’t want to pick the wrong one.

And unexpectedly you found the one you wanted in an instant, it was being showcased and you purchased it, early than Patrick expected.

You walked up to the register, your black heels tapped the marble tills as you strutted toward the counter.

Pulling cash out, and asking how much would it cost, a feisty bill of 230. You paid it off and hurriedly ushered over a taxi.

Awkwardly saying hello and then telling the man your destination, surprisingly he drove fast, after he saw the money in your purse.

You thanked him whilst digging your key out the purse and stepping on the sidewalk.

You pressed your key code and walked up the steps, taking a left to the elevator. As you got in you dialed your floor number. Key in hand.

As it opened, you heels tapped the carpet, sounding more muffled than before. You took a two-step jog towards your door. Pulling your dress down and putting the necklace on.

Sliding the key into the key hole, you turned it with a *click!* stepping instead on the porcelain floor.

“Patrick?”

You coughed, only to hear shuffling. And music, you giggled to yourself wondering what he had in store.

You took of your heels, and walked onto the carpet side, your feet being rested and comforted by the new position and footing. You tip-toed towards the shuffling trying to be sneaky.

Opening the door with a slight creak.

You snatch the door open a wide smile on your face as you yelled “Patrick!” In happiness.

You saw him crouched down in a suit, plastic around his body. His head snapped towards you by the sound of your yelping voice. He stood hurriedly, almost in a panic. Trying to cover water he was hiding with his posture.

“Patrick?”

Your voice coed into his ears, you tilted your head over and he watched as your jaw dropped from what you had seen.

You took two steps back, eyes still wide from shock.

“Dear, honey-”

He spoke, a welcoming head stretched forward.

You let out a petrifying scream, he immediately rushed forward and grabbed your hand pulling you into his chest. A hand over your mouth but slightly tilted so you could breath from your nose.

He whispered

“Calm down,”

Repeatedly whilst giving harsh pressuring kisses on your forehead. His other hand over your chest, monitoring your heartbeat.

He waited until your heartbeat cooled down before he let you go carefully whilst locking the door.

“Listen to me.”

He commanded. Kicking whoever’s body over flat. You gulped in response nodding your head repeatedly.

“You trust me right, you know I would never hurt you?”

You nodded again, lips cracked and dry. From paranoia. You backed yourself into a corner. Eyes full of water threatening to fall. And when they did Patrick let out a sigh.

“Listen, don’t cry. I did this for us. You know I would never do this to hurt you, right?”

You gathered the courage to speak, anger filled in your veins.

“For us, that’s ridiculous! You did this for yourself, you did this for your own nasty desire Patrick. Your cold blooded, your a murderer!”

He, let out another sigh pressing his finger to his lips in a hushing motion, he kicked the body again in annoyance accidentally giving you a glance of the persons face.

“You killed- My only friend Patrick. My God!”

You yelled running towards the body, knees to your chest and hands on theirs.

They were obviously dead though still you put your head on their lifeless chest empathizing.

“See? Look at that. Your all over him my love, how could I resist?! This isn’t my fault, it’s yours.”

You looked up at him in disbelief of him blaming you. And you were overly fed up, you had kept his little secret of killing his coworker.

“My fault, God your heartless Patrick. Your so un-perfect than what you pretend to be.”

He paused. Frozen in his footsteps.

“Un-perfect?”

You hurriedly nodded once again, placing your head on the lifeless corpse chest, muffled cries leaving your lips.

He gripped your by your neck and threw you back, grabbing the body and pushing you out the way. Locking the door and taking the key leaving you there alone.

You shook in the corner of your room. Wondering how much did he lie about? Did he lie about his love? His obsession with you? Did he lie about his vowels at your wedding?

Stuck in shock, and absurd disgrace.

You heard the clicking of the door and your head snapped in it’s direction. He came inside not locking the door behind himself.

Getting on one knee before placing a hand on your face and giving your forehead a little kiss.

“I love you. You know that right?”

Lies, lies, lies, you thought you fist clenched and jaw tightened, you quickly turned your lips away when he went in for a kiss.

“I don’t love you.”

He froze as you let out those words letting out a chuckle.

“Don’t lie to yourself, we love eachother.”

You were done, you were sick and tired of this facade he was strung to put up.

“I don’t love you anymore, I’m tired of these fucking lies Patrick. Go ahead, do it, go ahead and kill me like you did the others. Be the fucking killer you are.”

His jaw clenched in anger, he tightened his grip on your hand. Giving it a soft kiss before saying that he’d be right back unknowingly dropping the key out his pocket. He left the room, and immediately you took notice of the key.

You heard the bathroom door close and you rushed out. Locking the bathroom door, and running outside of the apartment hallways. You heard Patrick thrust and bang at the bathroom door before finally breaking it down.

Yelling and roaring your name, though you were already on the bottom floor barefooted, bout time you heard his thumping footsteps. You made it outside and you ran to a far away pay phone calling the police to the apartment.

You ran to some nearby woman, and told them about your situation. They also called the cops and the police picked you up and let you stay the night at the department.

You were utterly shocked when they came back and said they saw no one there, and Patrick Bateman was no where to be found.

Patrick had ran away somewhere, he already planned to start a new life. But whilst he was running from the apartment you struck his mind.

“My wife.”

He mumbled to himself choking on his tears, as he ran at full speed growing lightheaded.

He nibbled on his bottom lip holding back his cries, sure he might’ve lied to you about where he went and what he did. But never, was he love for you wasn’t true. The flashbacks of his vowels flashed his mind.

“Through life and death, I’ll always love you. Between truths and lies. You’ll always have the deepest puncture in my heart.”

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slasherhoe87 · 11 months

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#pretty much #give me all the murder bois #art the clown #terrifier #slasher #slashers #slasher fucker #slasher lover #slasher fandom #slasher community #horror

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delusional-and-pretty · 5 months

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thinking about him rn<3

#thomas hewitt #slashers #slasher #slasher lover #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #girlblogger #girlblog #pinterest girl #female manipulator #girl interrupted #girl interrupted syndrome #manic pixie dream girl #female hysteria #female rage #sigma female

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bluekuu · 4 months

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I had this dream of The Collector💚 I wanted to write story of it

Asa Emory x reader

"Welcome home, my dragonfly."

Sunlight shone from behind the curtains creating a soft yellow glow on the corrido's wall. The rays made shadow boxed incest to shine on their true colors. Most of them were beetles, but here and there where butterflies with most vibrant colors you haven't ever seen. You recognize couple of them, but rest was unknown. Still all of them were admirable.

You did woke up inside the red box, it wasn't locked so you let yourself out of there. He may have done that on purpose. The box was placed in the middle of the living room so you could take a good look of Asa's home. Everything was so organize, tidy. He had lot of green plant and seemingly loved vintage. The house was homely and comforting, better than the cold abandoned hotel. You felt bad for those other who have to be there, alone in dark. You thought you would have been one of them, but you weren't. When thinking all of it the collector, (before you learned his real name) he didn't never really hurt you. He only kept you inside that box, checked you now and then, brining you food and clothes. Now that feels like eternity. Asa let you out of the box in two weeks and toke you to the hotel's library, showing all the books you could read and where to spend your time, of course under his watchful eye. Some reason you are special to him.

The headache you had at the beginning was starting to get you dizzy and your vision blurry. Any memories of leaving the hotel wasn't on your mind, but one faint memory of the needle touching on your necks skin, before you blacked out . You reached your left hand on the wall next to you, taking support on it. You closed your eyes to ground yourself. Feeling of your own heart bounding calmly inside of your rib-cage soothed you. Warmth in your hands made them to tingle. Everything was quiet and still, song of the bird outside made your eyes to open. Then you felt the floor shift under you of someone else weight than your. Large hands creeped around of your neck behind you. They gave your neck a light squeeze not meaning to hurt, but more to show possessive over you, he loved to do that.

"Little cricket let themselves out of the box, without the permission..."

His hot breath hits your neck making chills run down on you spine. Asa knows that made you shiver and melt in his arms. Teasing was his way to show affection and he loved the reactions he could get out of you. His thumb draws a circle on you neck and he could feel how you began to lean on his chest. But before you could say anything he pushes you against on the wall. Making gasp escape of your mouth. Asa's hands moved to your face, cupping your cheeks gently. Hot wave rises to you face, burning like pins and needles were under your skin.

Avoiding his intense gaze was challenging to maintain, twain of black shining orbs looking right at you, seeing you. It was unnerving, but the same time you loved it. How the simplest things Asa did, made a butterflies fly in your stomach. The grip he hold your face, forcing the eye contact, not letting you get away on this time. Asa knows you look at him secretly, when you think he won't noticed, he do. Admiring him whatever his working on at the time, how his unique eyes shine when the light reflect on them.

Corners of his lips rises to a grin, and that made you realize you have had look at his lips for too long. "Do a bug want something?" Asa lean closer to you, watching closely the tiniest reactions and expressions what appeared on your face.

"I...I want you to...." the rest of the words get stuck in your dry throat, becoming a inaudible mumble. Asa's humorous laugh embarrassed you, but it faded away quickly when his lips pressed of your forehead, giving it a soft kiss. When his gaze returned to you, the courage grew in you to press your own lips against his. That took him by surprise, he would never think you would be brave enough to kiss him, but regardless that was enjoyable, it was challenge.

Asa steadied his hand behind you neck, one supporting your lower back. He had a control. Yours kiss was sweet, but he's was full of possessiveness. Asa was going to take everything of this moment. His grip around you got tighter, while his kiss deepened. A moan left your mouth, you hand clenched on his black shirt like you life depend on it. If you were honest, you have dreamt of this for so long. Times you could have been like this with Asa, was only when he wasn't busy. When you rested you head on his lap while he stroked your head or when he give you a soft kiss on forehead before he leaves.

The broke of the kiss left you breathless, lack of the oxygen almost made you to faint, Asa other hand seems unbothered lack of it. His hand stroked your cheek, eyes gazing you dearly. He wasn't sure if you could noticed it, but at the fist time he hasn't any walls around you, he was completely relaxed. No dangers, no traps that could hurt you, or his victims who would use you as escape plan. No one could ever take his precious thing away.

"Do I have to go to hotel again?" Worry in your voice waked Asa back to reality. "If you absolutely miss that place, we can go back" He was tried to sound serious, but you can tell tone of his voice he was joking "No. I want to stay here with you."

Asa smiled at your response "Welcome home, my dragonfly."

#asa emory x reader #slasher film #the collector (2009)#my writing #the collector x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher writing #slasher imagines #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher lover #slasher films #slasher fluff #the collection 2012 #the collector #asa emory #writers on tumblr #slasher headcanons

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capybar00stash · 11 months

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very self indulgent vincent sinclair x artist (me)

y'all don't mind some self insert cringe right? /lh

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pedzs · 6 months

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“To a different ending” FANART

All yours. Good night.

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tiaxxxx43 · 29 days

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Your slasher character x You

Harry never was understanding and gentle, he would kill you while you was giving him love. I gave him everything, I gave him myself, my virginity, but he just wants to see me bleed. Sometimes I wonder what will happen if I leave him, but then I remeber for his words ,, You are mine. You will never leave me because I am for you everything. You know that. I am your home and you always come back to me” he is right. I don´t have anyone, only him. I´d never been anywhere just in his arms. If I leave him I leave myself.

Your slasher characters are everything to you and you know that.

This is not real guys :ˇ)

#slashers #slasher x you #harry warden #slasher x reader #horror #slashers fandom #slasher community #slasher lover

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slut--for-love · 1 month

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Can you do a fic of Rusty coming home on his birthday and finding a note from his s/o to come to the barn. He went to the barn and find his s/o in an empty stall, wearing a hu-cow outfit and a leash. She then teased him and confidently begged him to roughly fuck her and breed her, to which he did.

Bonus, I have a breeding praise kink so I would like if Rusty says how good s/o's been, how she's going to be a great cow mama and have a bunch of kids, and how he's going to take care of her.

We got a lot in common and thank you for requesting

Birthday present

You give rusty one heck of a birthday gift

Female reader, hu-cow kink, praise kink, breading kick

Rusty has had a very hard day, first when he arrived at the company to give them their shipment they told him that they had cancelled last minute, second on his way back home he ran in to the most annoying group of college students who just had to be a pain in the ass, third is that his birthday is almost over and he didn't get to spend it with you

As he pulls into the dirt next to the house and hops out of his truck as he slams the door shut and starts to make his way to the house, when he reaches the door he finds it unlocked to his surprise

When he walks in he notices all the lights are off but the dining room's as he walks over there he finds a note it read

"I have a little surprise for you in the barn so come and find it ♡" with a Little doodle of a cow at the bottom

Rusty lets out a chuckle and turns to make his way to the front door, as he exits the house closing the front door on his way out he can't help but wonder what his surprise is going to be

As he stands outside of the barn he lets out one last chuckle before pushing one of the doors open and walks in not knowing what to expect as he walks through the barn he sees a leash sticking out of one of the unused stalls as he walks over he quit surprised at what he sees

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ you suppress the giggles threatening to leave your throat as you hear one of the barn doors open you take a deep breath as you hear his footsteps approached as you get in to position sitting up straight with your legs put to the side of you and you let out a giggle when you finally see rusty

As rusty sees you he can't help but let out a whistle "now what you doing down there darlin" you give him a little pout "what do you don't like it" rusty rise a eyebrow up "now I didn't say that so why don't you stand up and give me a twirl"

Once you're up off the ground rusty looks you up and down taking in the view "had you get an outfit like this" you do a little spin "I have my ways" you move up to him and hand him the leash

Rusty takes the leash and gives it a little tug "rusty can you please do me a favor" you say with a small and begging eyes "and what type of favor is that hun?" "Put a baby in me" rusty looks taken back for a second before a wide smile spread across his face

Rusty gives a hard tug to the leash to bring you even closer to him "what did you just say" you look him straight in the eyes and lean up "I want you to put a baby in me, please"

Without a second thought rusty grabs and shoves you both to the ground, you let out a small squeal in surprise as he locks your lips together and shoves his tongue into your mouth

He moves his hand up to one of your breasts and slowly starts to massage it, his other hand travels down your hips and stops at your thigh he gives it a tight squeeze before he slides his hand between your thighs

you let out a soft moan as you feel two of his fingers touch you through your panties, he reaches his hand up and pulls them down. Rusty lets out a chuckle at the sight of you "want me to breed you is that it? Put a plump little baby in ya"

You feel two of his fingers slightly touch your entrance, you let out a small whimper soon followed by a harsh moan as he shoves his fingers in you without warning. He gives you only a few seconds to adjust before pumping his fingers in and out of you "you like that huh? You like the way my fingers make you feel" all you could do was nod your head

Soon you felt rusty pull his fingers out of you, he then grabbed your hips and flipped you on to your back. You heard and felt him move from behind you for a second or two before you felt him line him up with you. He gave a small kiss to your back before slowly pushing himself inside of you

He let out a moan as he pushed the rest of himself inside of you, you let out a small moan as you feel him stretch you out, like he has so many times before. He gave you awhile to adjust before he started moving, he had a slow pace, rusty let out a grunt before he started talking

"God you're gonna be such a good mom, gonna give me a bunch of kids huh?" He moved his hand up to your breasts and started playing with one "can't wait to see you all swollen up with milk". Rusty picked up his pace at the thought of you breast all swollen and heavy, dripping with milk just so you could feed his kids the kids you want him to give you

"your gonna be the best cow mama out there, such a sweet mama, oh god they're going to love you" rust stop playing with you breasts and moved to grab your hair, he gave a good tug forcing you to arch your back

Rusty started slamming into you harder, you could feel yourself reaching your climax and by the sound of it so was Rusty. With one move hard tug to your hair and one rough thrust, you felt your cum and not long after so did rusty you felt his seed paint your walls white

Rusty pulled out and man handled you into a new position, this time you were on your back and your legs were over rusty's shoulders. He shoved himself back into you with the same rough pace as before, you felt your legs begin to shake

Rusty leaned over you forcing your legs higher, he grabbed you by the hips as hard as he could, you knew you would have bruises by the morning. You felt yourself coming closer to your second climax of the night

"such a good little cow" you heard rusty mumble above you hearing the praise you couldn't help but cum again, rusty kept going you, he let go of your hip and landed a hard smack to your thigh

He gave one final slam and released himself inside of you he let go of your legs and back off of you, rusty laid next to you on the floor, and pulled you closer to him, he reached his head down a push what started to spill from you back inside of you "can't let it go to waste can we" rusty said with a teasing grin

You let yourself catch your breath as your eyes begin to close, you lean into rusty touch as your hand moves up to rub your stomach

#rusty nail x reader #joy ride #rusty nail #slasher lover #slasher fucker

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stabbing-in-the-dark · 1 year

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Your agab is irrelevant, Brahms is a sub and will 100% call you 'Mommy' if you let him. ('Sir' or 'your eminence' are also favorites)

Edit: i have decided to add to this because The Horny rages within me

Very clingy and handsy, will whine and cry if you dont let him touch you. [He does love being restrained on occasion, but wont admit it]

Submissive as hell, will top or bottom based on your desires.

SO MUCH BEGGING. "Please touch me, Sir, I've been so patient." "Mummy can i cum please? Please please please it hurts" he'll be drooling and sobbing too tbh

Lives for praise, tell him he's a good boy and he'll melt

PLAY WITH HIS HAIR. Especially when he's going down on you

Speaking of oral, he loves to give it. Will grip your thighs, hips, and/or ass the whole time and will not stop until your shaking if you let him.

#slashers x male reader #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader #slasher lover #slasher x male reader #slasher fucker

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house-of-slayterr · 1 year

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Bo: *literally at his job*

Me: so what do you do for work, stand there and look pretty?

#bo Sinclair #house of wax #slasher lover #slasher fandom #bo sinclair x reader #slasher

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horror102 · 8 months

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This isn’t love.

Billy Loomis falling in love, with someone who isn’t possibly capable of loving a murderer

TW: Angst, Kissing, crying, self harm, suicide, murder,

Billy Loomis; He saw you in a store, soft and sweet, paying for the elderly couple behind you. Usually he didn’t care about what good deeds his soon to be victims did but you were soft, and sweet. So as the concerned person he was he stalked you or in other words walked you home without you noticing.

Billy had never saw you before, so you being in that shop was almost as if fate aligned you. He thought, his mouth casually dropped to the floor once you walked into the school, a gray shirt and loose jeans. A book bag, and lunchbox even though no one brought them anymore.

He would follow you home, just to make sure you’re safe of course.

And finally whilst him and Sidney were having relationship issues, he summoned the courage to talk to you, a simple “hey, you must be new here.” And he carried the conversation walking you and leading you through the new to you- halls of the school.

Eventually, the more him and Sidney fought over the serial killer going around town, and accusing him back and forth of being the killer which he repeatedly denied. He would come to you, tell you about it and call it “horse shit”

You couldn’t help but wonder how a sweet charming guy, with a silly sense of humor could possibly be the killer, he wouldn’t even think of doing such a thing.

So One night, you were sitting on your back porch when you heard someone yell your name, frightened yet the voice sounded oddly familiar so you looked over to see Billy, obviously you were creeped that he knew where you lived but felt safe knowing there was a killer on the loose and he would protect you. Like he said he would.

You let him in, as your parents were asleep and you went inside your bedroom, he sat on the frame of your bed and you sat in the middle, he clicked through the movies trying to find something to watch, finally deciding on a horror movie. He locked the window, and your door was already locked because you wouldn’t want your parents to see him, though what’s harm in a little movie?

He scooted up taking off his shoes and jacket, he smelled like male body wash and fresh soap. Cologne covered his whole body. And it was alluring.

He had you cuddled up underneath his arm and your legs over his, his hand on your thigh as you watched the movie occasionally gripping his arm or yelping during horror scenes in which he laughed.

Once the movie ended, you both took a pause, you yawned and he smiled, he looked at you slowly, but surely. He inhaled through his nose and you cuddled yourself deeper into the pit of his arm. He called your name, causing you to look him in his eyes.

“I like you, a lot.”

You paused, mouth open but eyebrows cocked.

“I’m assuming you also like Sidney?”

His eyes went wide and you sighed, you weren’t going to fall into his play boy tricks, he stayed silent for a second but continued to speak.

“Not as much as I like you.”

You sighed and turned away, but continuing he leaned in and you couldn’t help to turn away from those pretty pink lips and God, did that kiss feel amazing. His tongue slithered into your mouth and your slid on top of his, you broke apart a slight smile on both of your faces. He gave you a small peck on your forehead with his lips, and your eyes began to drift too sleep. And that was the end of the night.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

You and Billy started dating immediately after Sidney broke up with him due to all her attacks. She was frightened and scared growing anxious of who the killer might be in which Billy said he was just tired of her accusing him so they separated.

You were slightly happy, because you knew you would never accuse Billy of such a thing, you and him have been dating for months, and what he promised you, about protecting you surely has been working. Because you weren’t attacked or any family you knew attacked either.

Billy always took you out on dates, he let you meet his best friend Stu, and it was overall always a good time when you were with him. And today your going on your “hundredth” date which was common so you thought nothing of it.

He repeatedly told you, not to think to much of it. And kept asking you would you love his despite what he did or his faults, in which of course you said yes. Who could not? What could this possibly pretty boy do? The only bad thing you saw him do is run over a squirrel and he comforted you as you started crying over it. So what bad could he do?

He stayed by your side more than ever today, and he kept asking you those same questions. “Would you love me if I did something bad?” They started off silly but started to go deeper it started off like “would you love me if I ate your ice cream?” And went to “would you love me if I killed someone? And of course naive you said yes because he had to be joking, and just wanting some reassurance, but don’t we all? You thought.

Billy would always bring you little gifts, and reassure you protection, fighting for you over little things and hurting people physically if they dared to hurt you. And you found it sweet, your sweet little boy who had a tough heart for defending you. A girls dream. And you were the one living it.

Billy told you to dress casual, and which you did, long sleeved shirt, because it was cold, and a pear of his sweatpants and his hoodie he gave you. It still smelled like him.

He told you to meet him at this place, and he’d have Stu walk you because of course he didn’t want his angel walking alone, and you were so giddy, spraying thousands of perfume but careful not ridding the smell of him because you loved it. Brushing your teeth, and doing some skin care and a bit of makeup. Wanting to look perfect for your pretty boy.

In the midst of finishing up you heard a horn, and you grabbing your purse and jogged out the door into the car with Stu in it, you shared some laughs and jokes. Though Stu, looked more stern than usual. Which was odd for Stu of course. You asked him why, and he said he wasn’t sure about something. And you said whatever it was it would turn out okay. Which he smiled but still keeping the sternness clear in the posture of his eyebrows.

He walked you to this blanket on the floor, on top of grass in the middle of a flower field. It was pretty, especially with the stars, he knew you liked flowers so that’s probably why he picked it you thought. And letting out a giggle watching Stu leave waving him goodbye. And hearing the car screech as he pulled off. You waited for a minute before feeling hands on your shoulders.

You screeched and laughed at you saw Billy’s face, he smiled but you couldn’t help but notice he had a slight cut on his upper lip as if he had been fighting. But you didn’t want to pester him about it and ruin the moment.

“So?”

You asked wondering what you were doing in the middle of a field.

He softly shushed you, telling you to be patient. He pulled out a picnic basket, you giggled of course because look at how cute this was? Everyone’s dream, God you were so lucky. Under the stars on a picnic date. With your caring lover. Your soft, strong, beautiful, handsome, precious boy. God you were so in love.

You were so excited watching him pull out a PBJ sandwich, he knew you hated mayo and loved peanut butter, and that was obviously your favorite sandwich. You ate whilst looking at the stars he repeatedly ignored your questions with a tsk and scoff. Brushing you off as you both continued to eat and drink little apple juice boxes. This was cute and sweet, as all you were thinking. You were already planning the future.

Kids, Married, Happy.

All you ever wanted a dream come true, and who would’ve thought, you. And average girl, in a small town who could’ve been mercilessly slaughtered by a town stalker and serial killer. But somehow luckily found love, with the sweetest boy in town. His parent’s must’ve loved him. And taught him right. You thought.

Once you finally got done eating, he cleaned up, and coughed as if clearing his throat. He grabbed both of your hands, and drew circles on them with his thumb.

“You will love me, no matter what i do, just how i love you, right?”

He asked, and you just found it so sweet, tears almost fell, because you never thought you’d have love like this.

“Yes Billy, of course, who wouldn’t love a sweet boy like you.”

Your heart was full of butterflies, he’s presence made you shake. But it was so full of love, almost suffocating. Utmost.

“You promise?”

“I promise, Billy.”

He inhaled, and opened his mouth ready to speak.

“I am Ghost-Face,”

“What?”

You were confused, what was he saying? You let out an anxious laugh, not wanting to ruin the mood by being confused.

“The serial killer, who’s been terrorizing the town.”

You let out another anxious chuckle your hands were shaking in his grasp as you realize what you got yourself the fuck into.

“Billy no- please tell me this is a joke. If it is, it isn’t funny.”

“It isn’t, imagine, how much we could have, I’ll always protect you, like I promised, like I’m doing now. I love you, and I’ll continue to love you whilst I slaughter that bitch Sidney.”

His voice deepened and he reached into the basket, grabbing a voice changer and the mask, putting it on pulling out a blade from his pocket with blood coated on it.

“No-no- Billy, you can’t do this to people.”

Your love had completely vanished, even just a few moments ago you thought he was the one, but who is possibly capable of loving a heartless murderer with no sense of morality what so ever, he could hurt me.

“I know, it’s bad, but you love me, so that doesn’t exactly matter anymore.”

He chuckled thinking it was all some silly game.

“No. I don’t,”

He paused, his chuckle vanished. His lips stayed in a straight line, he had a dark look in his eyes, hands clenched around the blade. Twitching, and eyes wild and beastly.

“What?”

He asked, his voice, sounded deep and weird, like the Devil, like the raw wound and monster he was.

“I don’t love you, you fucking monster.”

You grew angry, he killed your fucking friends. He killed those silly little boys asking you out whilst they were drunk. He killed innocents that were just backgrounds in the story.

Enraged, he looked up at you. His head was shaking and his face was red. Eyes sheltering the tears that threatened to fall.

“Your a murderer, how could you possibly-expect someone to love you. God, oh my God! Sidney was right about you. Your the fucking Devil.”

A single tear drop fell from his eye. He stood still. Hands straining from how tight he held the knife, you obviously took notice and slowly backed away.

“This isn’t funny, is this some type of joke Stu put you up too?”

He asked, completely oblivious to the truth, or at least not wanting to face it, you didn’t give him an answer, you didn’t say yes, you didn’t say no, you didn’t say anything. You spun on your heel and you fucking ran.

You ran fast, faster than any time you ever ran before.

In your peripheral vision you say Billy, standing still in the same place hands by his side. Which innocuously cause you to run slowly but steadily away. Until he bolted at you, knife in hand and yelling in rage.

Calling you a liar, a whore, worthless, nothing and his lovely.

Though Billy was taller and stronger, you were more stealth. Making it easier for you to dodge the trees and branches that blocked your direction of running. Tears fell from your eyes as you watched him fall from a beach and it diving straight through his legs. Wanting to go back and help, and him calling your name in agony, begging for your help. You resisted, you ran full speed and out of air towards the nearest police station.

Banging on the doors with blood on your hands from the cuts you got from the thorns. Immediately they took you in, and you told them everything, leaving out stuff that could lead Billy in more trouble than he is already in. Crying, and shivering. Nibbling on your bottom lip, wondering how could you fall into his manipulative tricks.

Your legs in your hands, as your sat in the chair, anxiously looking behind your back in fear that he’d catch you and take you with him. You knew you should’ve listened to the things that people had said about them, you couldn’t help but wonder if Stu knew.

You were alone, dropping nearly all of your friends that dared to shame the supposed love of your life.

You started remember the time he climbed through the window and snuck in, giving you the kiss that finally bonded you two. And the way he smelled near you, neatly tucking you to sleep before he left, to go home before your parents came inside to wake you up for school.

You whined and you cried as nearby officers comforted you. And a couple came back telling you, there was no sight of him.

Your eyes widened in surprise wondering if he’d come back to get revenge and slaughter you.

Though unbeknownst to you, he was running to Stu’s house with a gash in his leg. Tears running down his face and a ring in his pocket. Screaming and crying in heartbreak. Not a care in the fucking world about him bleeding from his leg, he knew it was too good to be true. He always knew he was too horrid to love.

Too rough, too mean, too cruel, too much. He was always too much but somehow never enough.

Sidney had fucked his life up, he didn’t love her he loved you, his precious pretty girl. The only half of him that wasn’t rotten or bleeding.

The only person Stu agreed on letting live. The only person he fucking loved. But you left so you couldn’t have loved him that much right?

No, that can’t possibly be true, you were right. You would never Love a fucking killer, who would? Maybe you thought he would lose control maybe you thought he would hurt you. What sane person would fall in love with him, no wonder you left. You deserved too, you needed too leave. He didn’t deserve someone like you, he deserved someone just as rotten as him, someone as horrid, someone who didn’t love him at all.

In the midst of his thoughts he saw Stu smoking on the edge of his front porch immediately he ran too Billy, helping him up, and carrying him in the house before any sirens came.

Stu didn’t dare ponder about the tears on his face, because he already knew. He just bandaged him up and packed there stuff so they could get ready to go in hiding.

The only words Stu muttered to him was-

“This is why you don’t think you’re in love.”

In which Billy sat there letting him bandage him, eyes at the floor swelling. And the remembrance of you wearing his hoodie with a smile on your pretty face. Just too look at him in complete fear and disdain when he told you how much of a monster he really was.

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